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| Nobody But One |
WARNING: This is an OOC and a lemon fanfic, and is only suitable for Adults. DO NOT read this if you're 17 years old below.
DISCLAIMER: Oscar, Andre, and the nosy French Guards are the property of Riyoko Ikeda.
Oscar had committed an error. And was about to pay it with her life. The Company B had to watch a rally of hundreds of people, in order to avoid riots. The order was to stay calm, no matter what would happen, and prevent any disturbances. She gave instructions to her soldiers, and now was walking in the crowd, alone.
Oscar noticed a person with the face half covered by a mask, and she walked up to him to see what was cooking up, but he attacked her, trying to hit her with a dagger blow. Nobody noticed anything. She found herself in a alley, and started a duel with the mysterious terrorist. This man, finding himself in difficulty, tried to run away, and Oscar threw her sword at him, in a last attempt to stop him.
Error: never let go of your own weapon.
From behind a corner jumped out an accomplice, who hit her on the head. By now half unconscious, Oscar found the hands of that man fastened around her throat: he was strangling her. She had just the time to think: �Andr�!�, while her hand was desperately seeking something with which defend herself, and she found it. A shiver of glass, from a bottle smashed by some drunken.
She felt by now at the end of her life, and with the last strength she had, delivered a blow to the man's neck, thrusting the shiver of glass in his jugular, and then cutting his throat with a wrist movement.
The gush of blood flooded her completely, on the face, on the hair, on the uniform. She had never killed anyone in that way. She removed the corpse and stayed on her knees.
The scene that met Andr�'s eye froze his blood in his veins: Oscar was completely covered in blood, and was sobbing, looking at her hands. He embraced her: �Oscar, are you wounded? What happened, Oscar?�
Oscar put her hands on his chest and cried.
Oscar was drinking immoderately, sitting at the table, and seemed really determined to get drunk. The French Guards soldiers were looking perplexed at their Commander, but nobody dared to approach her.
Nobody but one.
Andr� came up to her. �Oscar, what do you intend to do?�
She looked at him with a fire that burned in her sapphire eyes. �Tell me, Andr�... I talk like a man, I live like a man, I think like a man... why can't I kill like a man?�
Andr� remained still for a moment, standing up close to her, then he answered her: �Because you're not a man.�
Oscar got up, knocking the chair down, the fists clenched and shaking with anger: �Repeat it, say that again!�
Andr� didn't retreat an inch: �Because you are not... you are not a man.� [1]
Oscar raised the right hand and gave him a strong slap. Andr� looked at her straight in the eyes, and in his turn delivered a slap on her face. She put her hand on her cheek, stunned, then again a flash of anger crossed her eyes, and she planted another slap across his face.
Andr� returned the slap without losing his composure.
Then Oscar seized him by the uniform's collar, drew her face to his and... she kissed him. She kissed him sensually, with an open mouth. Andr� froze, wide-eyed, then his body reacted, while his mind was already away, and he returned the kiss, folding her in his arms.
The silence descended upon the tavern hall. Everybody was in shock, looking at the blond Commander kissing the common soldier.
They pulled away for a moment, panting, looking at each other eyes, then Oscar threw her arms around Andr�'s neck and resumed kissing him even more passionately. He too kissed her with furious passion, like if they were alone, and not in a crowded tavern.
Andr� broke the kiss, and said only: �Come with me.� he grabbed her round the waist and dragged her away, under the stunned looks of his comrades.
He addressed the host: �A room.� And that man, standing in bewilderment, like in a trance, gave the key to the dark-haired soldier who had kissed the good-looking blond officer and said only: �The first room on the right.�
�Andr�, but what...� Oscar was saying. Andr� silenced her with a kiss, dragging her on the stairs. Always kissing her he pushed her into the room, that he locked, and then on the bed. Oscar didn't offer resistance. She too wanted to kiss him.
Meanwhile downstairs, her soldiers, who had watched like hypnotized that surreal scene, were realizing what was happening, and Alain broke into a fit of laughter, looking at the stairs. Then he said to his comrades: �Guys, this evening I'm offering you all a round for my friend Andr�!� And saying that he ordered wine from the host, who hadn't yet recovered from the shock, though he had believed to have seen in his job all sorts of things.
Alain seized the mug of wine and raised it up, looking at the ceiling of the hall, and said: �Go for it, Andr�!� A roar of laughters filled the air.
Andr� had pushed Oscar on the bed, and laid on top of her, keeping kissing her. He gave her kisses more and more deep and ardent, and she returned them, opening her mouth and accepting his tongue.
One moment he nibbled her lips, then brushed her, then deepened the kiss. Both were losing their heads. Now Andr�'s hand was running over her body, guessing the breast curve under the uniform, and that one of the hips, then going back to unbutton the collar, and reaching her neck.
And while he darted her skin with kisses now tender now furious, he whispered to her with a husky voice: �You are beautiful... Oscar, you are a beautiful woman, I love you, I want you... I want to make love to you.�
And she, who was caressing his back with her hands, put a hand in his hair and answered him with a choked moan: �Yes.�
He raised himself from her, looking at her in the eyes, incredulously: � What?�
She repeated, with serious and dreamy eyes and a resolute voice: �I said yes.�
Andr� felt dizzy for a moment, as if he was standing before a precipice, and said only: �Ah, fine...� immediately calling himself stupid in his mind.
The Commander's voice roused him: �So, shall we continue?�
And he answered: �Yes...� realizing that was about to say �Yes, sir�. Sighing resumed kissing her.
He decided that without the uniform they would have get decidedly better in the role of lovers. So, he began to undress her.
Andr� was unbuttoning her jacket while he kept kissing her. He passed his hand over her breast, the light fabric of her shirt let him feeling everything, the hardened nipples under his fingers... he was so aroused that if he kept going on like that he wouldn't manage to get to the end. Meanwhile Oscar's hand had insinuated itself under his shirt: she was faster than him at unbuttoning his jacket, and now she had taken his breath away with a caress on his chest.
The jackets ended up on the floor, near the foot of the bed. She whispered: �Perhaps we should take off our boots, as well.� It seemed a good idea to him. He pulled away from her and helped her to take off her boots, a familiar gesture that now, however, took a complete different turn: he could finally caress those shapely long legs. Then he took off his own boots.
Now they were both sitting on the edge of the bed, and they looked in each other eyes. They smiled and then... burst into a fit of laughter. Like two fools. Clumsily.
She took his hand and dragged him with her, lying down on the bed.
Oscar passed her hand behind her nape, and with a soft gesture put her hair up, lifting it and then she spread it over the pillow. It seemed to Andr� to have seen a goddess. Hesitant he first put his hand in the hair, then he buried his face in her hair, to smell her scent... it was really splendid.
While he was caressing that golden waves he resumed kissing her on the mouth, passing then on the face and the neck, descending more and more... meanwhile she was undoing the fabric strings of her shirt, so as to make more and more way to his lips. Oscar shivered as she felt Andre's hot breath on her skin. By now the shirt was completely untied and Andr� moved away the sides to denude her breast. She was beautiful, really beautiful. He still could see enough for being dazzled by that beauty, by that white and soft skin, by that round and delicate breasts that were fitting perfectly his cupping hand. He laid his head on her breast, and Oscar put her hands in his hair. They remained like that a while, savoring this new intimacy.
Then the passion again prevailed, and Andr� began kissing those breasts, caressing them, and brushing the nipples with his lips. Oscar startled at this sweet attack, and let out the first moans. Andr� inflamed further, and started to suck and nibble a nipple. This time Oscar let out a cry.
Worried he asked her: �Did I hurt you?� and she answered: �No, no, it's that... you took me by surprise... I liked it.� Andr� was looking at her, so beautiful with the blushed face, the hair scattered over the pillow and the panting breath. She returned the glance... while she took advantage of the moment to undo the fabric strings of his shirt.
With a caress she pushed his shirt moving it down, over the shoulders: �Take it off... you are so handsome...� She felt audacious.
Andr� raised himself and took off the shirt. Oscar raised herself as well, sitting, and slipped off the shirt over the shoulders: Andr� helped her to take it off. Then they embraced standing on their knees on the bed, skin to skin for the first time. Oscar wouldn't have ever thought that it could be like that. It was good. She perceived in Andr�'s scent a new note, and she realized that it was because of her. And she felt his arousal in the contact with her body, against her stomach. She raised her face to meet Andr�'s mouth: a torrid kiss, and again they laid on the bed, clutching each other.
They were laying on their sides, and Oscar with a twist of the back pushed him on his back, and laid on top of him. �Now it's my turn.� and she was smiling at him. And kissed him on the face, sweetly. Then descended on the neck and the chest, leaving a trail of little kisses, until her mouth imprisoned a nipple. Andr� moaned because of the pleasure and the surprise: it was a sweet torture. She went back up the chest and looked at him in the face, smiling, now running the hands through his dark hair. Then she shifted the lock that covered the dead eye of Andr�, and kissed him tenderly.
�Andr�...� she said in a whisper �Andr� Grandier, I love you... maybe I loved you all along but... I didn't know that I loved you.�
Andr�'s heart missed a beat. She loved him. Oscar loved him. Andr� thought that now he didn't care about anything, nor about losing his eyesight, nor even to die in that moment. She loved him.
His lifelong dream had became reality, she had said that she loved him.
Andr� hugged her tightly, and pushed her on her back looking at her with his green gaze full of love: �Oscar... my love... I love you... I love you so much...�
And he kissed her as if it was the last kiss, as if he had never kissed her.
�Oscar...�
�Andr�... I... the other day I feared to die without having told you that I love you. There in that alley, what did give me the strength to survive was thinking of you. Even if... I would never have done what I did.�
Andr� was drying the tears of Oscar with his kisses, caressing her hair. �Oscar... when I found you I thought that I would have died me too, if something would have happened to you. I can't think of losing you. I know that you didn't want to do that, but you had no choice. And you didn't defend only your life, but mine as well. Because I can't live without you.�
Oscar was looking at him with eyes full of tears: �Andr�... I'm weak, I can't face this... is it because I am a woman?�
Andr� sighed and held her more tightly. �No, it is not... it's true that before I told you that you're not a man... and that I'd say that it's undoubtable, but I also wanted to say... before the slaps... that even for a man would be difficult to face what you are facing. It's a matter of being human, and that's it.�
She bit her lip: �I don't know if I'm still a human being.�
He looked at her seriously: �If you weren't it, you wouldn't be troubled. It's because you are human, that you suffer. And I love you also for this. It isn't weakness, it's greatness of heart.�
Oscar laid her cheek on his chest: �Andr�... if ever should I ask myself why I love you... this is the answer.� And raising her face, she kissed him.
Hands were running the skin, lips joined each other full of languor, Oscar and Andr� again felt the pangs of passion. Oscar was exploring Andr�'s skin, tracing with her slight fingers the outlines of his abdominal muscles, giving him to sigh with pleasure. She wanted to go more down, but Andr�'s hand stopped her: �Not now... or else I won't be able to restrain myself anymore...� She wanted to object: �But...� Andr� smiled tenderly: � Let me do it...�
Andr� was caressing her softly, following the curve of her hips, while he was placing warm and moist kisses on her stomach. Her skin was sweet. Then his fingers became audacious and unbuttoned her trousers, while his mouth conquered a new territory.
Oscar trembled against these new kisses that brushed the skin of her abdomen. She perceived a sweet and painfully pleasant heat growing in her belly, and she felt burning.
He sensed that he couldn't restrain himself anymore: he wanted her, wanted to have her, and love her so that she couldn't ever forget. Andr� with a determined gesture slipped off her uniform's trousers, and she was naked in his arms, submerged by a deluge of kisses and passionate caresses.
Oscar was panting for breath. She looked at Andr�, who slowly with his caresses was spreading her thighs, and told him: �Andr�... I... I don't know if... I have never...�
He silenced her with a kiss. �But I know that, I know.� And he was caressing her softly, so as to reassure her. Then he looked at her in the eyes, saying: �Neither have I.�
She stared at him, surprised: �Neither have you?�
He felt a bit pathetic but sincere. It was useless to pretend. �Hem� said clearing his throat: �No, me neither.� He hesitated a moment. �I mean, I tried but... I couldn't manage. I think that I've been the only soldier who was paying the prostitutes to chat.� She was staring at him open mouthed.
He went on talking, completely blushed: �Well, hem, when you are in a tavern with your comrades and those ladies come to lure men... you can't always pretend to not to have money, otherwise the others could think that you don't like women.� Oscar didn't suspect at all the existence of this kind of men's pride.
�Well, is not that I wouldn't have then liked to do it, I desired it, but you weren't... available, and... but then I couldn't manage.� Now he was completely shamed. He snorted with despair. �There was nothing left for me but to manage on my own.� She was looking at him with an inscrutable expression, and Andr� suspected that she was just trying to suppress laughter. So he told her: � You women don't have that kind of problems, do you?�
Oscar smiled, and then chuckling she said: �Women manage on their own, as well.�
Andr� looked at her, amazed: �You mean that you too...�
Oscar turned her eyes heavenwards: �I'm made of flesh, as well.�
They stared at each other for a moment. Then Andr� told her: �But if you had such needs... you only had to ask!� And laughing he threw himself on her, so as to continue from where they had left off.
They exchanged a look loaded with thousands of words. Oscar had laughed at his joyful assault, and now she was relaxed and serene, and a lot less nervous at the idea: all things considered they were even. They had learned together how to do everything... now this, as well.
Andr� had taken her in his arms, rounding her shoulder with an arm, while with the other hand resumed caressing her abdomen, more and more down, until he insinuated his fingers through the blond hair of his mount of venus. And while he whispered her sweet words, he was startling her with the touch of his fingers, there, where her little pearl was hidden . And then, yet more audaciously, he descended with his fingers until her most tender intimacy, finding it wet of desire.
Now he was whispering in her ear his indecent proposal: �Oscar... if you trust me... I'd like you to offer me your rose... I want to kiss it. Don't refuse me...� He now raised himself a bit, leaving her laid on her back, and was looking at her in her eyes, a hand put on her low abdomen, that quivered. Oscar with a nod of her head whispered him a �Yes�, and softly spread apart her legs completely. Andr� caressed her thighs, insinuating his hand in the back of the knees, so as to raise both.
And keeping her like that, he placed an indecent kiss on the source of her femininity. Henceforth everything became feverish: the sensations that Oscar felt were clouding her mind, and her body reacted out of her control. Similarly Andr� too completely surrendered to instinct, intoxicated by her scent and taste.
The moans of Oscar became cries, until she reached the ecstasy, invoking Andr�'s name. He realized that the moment had came: while Oscar was gasping, surrendered to the pleasure, he raised himself from her, took off his trousers and again laid on her, between her legs still spread, covering her completely with his body.
Oscar received him with a hug, and looking at him with burning eyes, she answered with a whisper to the silent question she was reading in his look: �Come, my love... my Andr�...� The kiss that they exchanged spoke their love and desire: a kiss deep and moist. Their tongues were enveloping each other sensually, tasting their flavour reciprocally. They were nibbling their lips, one hungry for the other's body.
Then, pulling their mouths away a bit, again they looked at each other. While Andr� was pressing against her, Oscar never closed the eyes, keeping them on him, with the courage of a daughter of Mars who doesn't retreat from anything. Andr� felt the resistance of her maidenhood giving way, while her body was stiffening. �Oscar...� he whispered.
With a moan she answered: �Everything it's fine.. continue...�
But Andr� did stop, to kiss her again, and to give her time... when he felt her relax, he began moving his hips slowly, while her fingers were pressing on his back, almost scratching his skin.
Now he had fully entered her, and she embraced him tightly, clutching his shoulders.
�Oh, Andr�...� she moaned.
�Oscar, I love you... I love you, I love you...� Andr� whispered her on the side of her neck, while he was softly moving inside her. She had by now closed the eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of pleasure that was flooding her: Andr� had never seen her face so beautiful, the trembling eyelashes and the reddened mouth slightly open with a look of wonder. And while he was thrusting inside her, while he was sinking in such tender flesh, he realized that she had wrapped her legs around him, and was enveloping him completely from outside as well as from inside. He felt loved, wholly. And he answered to her moans with more and more passion, moaning himself as well with pleasure.
Oscar forced herself to open the eyes so as to look at Andr�'s face and she saw him... transfigured with joy, like she hadn't seen him for a long time, or rather, ever in her whole life... Andr� realized that she was looking at him, and raised himself a bit, while Oscar passed a hand on his cheek, caressing his face. Andr� seized her hand, kissed it, and drew it with his hand, entwining her fingers: he felt in complete communion with his beloved Oscar.
This was lovemaking... melting in this liquid consciousness, burning with this fire that was flowing in a circuit formed by their joint bodies, feeling the vibration of their souls that were so close as to be one, like their flesh.
Now Oscar was arching her back under the thrusts of Andr�, instinctively following his pace, and she was moving her pelvis, offering herself more and more to him. Andr�'s heart was bursting with happiness as he saw his Oscar take pleasure in him and with him, and blossom in his arms as a tender and passionate woman. Caresses, kisses... no shame, just pleasure. Whispered words and broken sighs . Shivers of pleasure like waves...
Oscar gave in to this irresistible sensation, crying Andr�'s name. He perceived her contractions like a marvelous caress, and felt that he had to retreat, but she was holding him in her embrace: �Stay with me... � And he too, cried his beloved's name, trembling inside her. And they remained embraced, one inside the other, gasping for breath, while their hearts slowly returned to its normal beat.
� I love you�.
� I love you too�.
Andr� was holding Oscar tight in his arms, and she was resting on his chest, with a cheek on his heart, listening at his regular heartbeat. She closed her eyes and said: � Andr�... now... I am your woman...�
Andr�'s heartbeat began to race, and Oscar got worried, fearing having said something wrong.
But Andr� ran his hand in her hair, then held her right hand an whispered with a trembling voice: �No, now you are my wife. I swear before God that you are my wife, and if you want I'll repeat this vow before the world.�
Oscar was looking at him with wide and misty eyes: �Andr�...�
And Andr� smiled at her: �Oscar, I can't be only your lover, I don't want just this. I want to be your husband, and have you forever. This evening I was willing to do anything for you, even if you would have never loved me... but you said that you love me, and I can't content myself to be only your lover. Forgive me.�
Oscar caressed his face: �You have chosen a rather strange wife... are you sure? I'm not going to change.�
Andr� looked at her, with a serious expression: �I love you, as you are, I don't want you to be different. I will always respect you. Will you marry me?�
Oscar placed a kiss on his heart and then, looking at him with a sweet glance, answered only: �Yes.�
By now it had gotten late and the French Guard soldiers had to go back to the barracks. Alain and comrades got out from the place and stopped for a moment in the street, looking up, towards the windows of the tavern's rooms.
At that point Lasalle said: �But shouldn't Andr� go back, as well?�
Fran�ois Armand gave him a nudge in his side: �Stupid, it's the Commander that signs the leave: this evening Andr� is on a mission.�
Everybody guffawed, then Alain added: �Don't worry mates, he shall be back, sooner or later, and we will be waiting for him in the barracks-room, won't we?�
The laughter turned into smirking giggles, it was clear what they intended to do. They left intoning a dirty song.
�I fell asleep...� Andr� said, stretching himself.
�Yes,� she said, �you were so sweet while sleeping.�
�Was I... sweet?�
�You looked like an angel.� And she was smiling, while caressing his hair.
But he didn't feel like an angel... instead... he drew his face up to Oscar's ear, so as to whisper: �I want to make love to you, again.�
�Really?�
�Really. But this time... I want to do that in a different position.�
She was looking at him, questioning.
�I want to take your rose from behind, par derri�re.�
She looked at him felinely: �It seems perhaps that you want to dominate me.�
�Exactly.� he whispered with a husky voice in her ear.
�Interesting.� She said. �Let's try.�
Oscar was caressing Andr�'s hair, as he was sleeping, with his head leaned on her chest. She was thinking about the true nature of Andr�, about his being always loving and caring, sweet and kind, always, and he was really that sort of man, even in the domain of Eros.
They made love the way he had asked her, but instead of focusing only on his own pleasure, he never stopped embracing her, rounding her waist with his arm, caressing and telling her words of love over her nape while he was holding her hips. And she didn't feel uneasy in that crouched and defenseless position, because he was there, behind her. And it wasn't a jump in the dark, but only being loved by him, who was trust and love, and tranquil force to surrender to, so as to be supported. Nobody could love her so much, nobody but one, and it was Andr�.
�And you say that you are not an angel.� she whispered to him, pulling a dark lock, with the intention of waking him up.
It was very late and Andr� tried to sneak into the barracks' room without being noticed. He certainly didn't expect the welcome committee that he found. He was left speechless, before his comrades who were staring at him. They surrounded him, and he started to feel fairly ill at ease.
Alain began to speak: �So, Andr�... how did it go? Tell us a bit...�
Andr� ended up having his back to the wall, literally. �I don't have anything to tell you, that�s none of your business.�
The others were guffawing. �Don't be bashful, you know that you have to tell us everything, that's the rule for all comrades here.� said one. �Come on, we want to know all the details.� said another.
Andr� had a look that could kill. �I don't care about your habits, I've never joined your talks, and I'm not going to do that now either.�
Alain got nearer to him: �It should have gone fairly well, from the smell you have on you.�
Andr� blushed and answered: �Cut it out! It's not like what you think. I love her. Did you all understand? And now leave me alone.� He made his way through them and dropped onto his bed, turning his back.
As the roll-call was over, a group of soldiers approached Oscar. With the usual tone of voice and the severe look Oscar said: �What do you want?�
She noticed that some soldiers, a bit further away, were holding back Andr�, silencing him with their hands. The soldiers around her instead, weren't holding chuckles and mischievous gazes. And Oscar kept showing her impassive face.
�If you don't have anything to say, I'm going. In ten minutes begins the military exercise, go prepare yourself.�
Then Alain cleared his throat and said: �Well, Commander, we just wanted to know if Andr� did satisfy you yesterday evening, he didn't want to tell us anything...�
Without changing the facial expression Oscar answered: �Yes, of course, I came three times.�
She stared at the open mouthed men, then she turned and went away with a complacent smirk painted on her face, leaving behind her a group of soldiers blush like convent girls.
They had learned that it was better not to tease the Commander.
~ THE END ~
Notes:
[1] This dialogue is an almost precise quote from the live action movie �Lady Oscar� by Jacques Demy, starring Catriona McColl as Oscar and Barry Stokes as Andr�. In the movie this dialogue is set in the scene of the fight in the tavern.
Every brave �Rose of Versailles� fan must watch this movie at least once!
And when I say brave I mean brave! ^__^
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