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| The Night Time Guest |
Invisible, that�s what she wanted to be at that very moment. She wanted not to be looked at by anyone,
she wished that her presence would go unnoticed.
She just wanted to disappear, she wanted to go away.
And that�s what she was going to do the very next morning: leaving everything behind and go to
Normandy.
Nor-man-dy.
Those letters were as sweet as a woman�s name.
She could be alone for a while, waiting to join Company B for her new assignment.
No Royal Guard, no kind hearted Girodel, no Fersen anymore.
Her feminine days were gone forever: the time for minuets and frilly gowns lasted as long as a butterfly
life and the come back to reality had been a hard one.
She tried to ignore the feeling of uneasiness that she had been having since the night before.
At the moment, her friendship with Andr� seemed to be finished; even though she wanted to dismiss
him, it did not mean that she wanted to lose him or his lifetime long companionship. She sighed picking
up a pile of books that she wanted to take with her. He had misunderstood what she had actually
meant...things went out of control and afterwards the only thing left do for her was to burn the torn
shirt in the fireplace.
She hadn�t slept well and she was still feeling very tired; on the other hand, how on the earth was she
supposed to sleep if she kept thinking about that... thing Andr� was feeling for her and the way he had
been able to keep it hidden inside of himself for more than twenty years.
They have never really talked about Andr�s love life and she had never wondered about it, she had
never imagined or suspected Andr� was seeing someone. She simply did not expect him to: she didn�t
have a love life, therefore Andr� wasn�t having one either. Period.
She kept on sorting the books she wanted to take with her even if she knew perfectly well that she
wasn�t going to do any reading. When she was in that foul mood, the only wise thing to do was being on
her own, sulking like she was a little child, may be shout her rage at the top of her lungs, or even crying
like a lost baby.
~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~
Bloody everlasting hell!
That wind was going to freeze her arse off.
Normally, Oscar did not use �bad words�, but sometimes bad words helped us to let everything out.
She loved the sound of �Bloody everlasting hell�. All those �Ls� felt like she was chewing the words
before spitting them out.
There was a dog and she tried to pet him, but to no avail. May be his mood was even fouler than hers, so
she did not insist. It reminded so much of herself, she thought with a bitter smile. Now, she wanted
everyone to stay away from her. That way they could be safe and so could she.
The sun was setting and the shadows were growing longer on the sand while the tide was rising. Time to
go back. Not that she was wanted to, but her stomach reminded her that she haven�t had a single bite to
eat since the early morning, so, after having watched at the dark waves of the Ocean one more time, she
turned her back and headed home at a quick pace.
It was a short walk and after a few minutes she crossed the threshold of the villa belonging to the
Jarjayes for several centuries and handed her cloak to the maid.
�Monsieur Oscar, you have a visitor. He�s waiting for you in the library...�
Oscar�s brows arched and while she was growing more and more irritated by this intrusion. Her time in
Normandy was hers and hers alone. She hated being disturbed while she was there, but the good
manners the General had hammered inside her with slaps and harsh words got the best of her and
instead of going into the kitchen to ask for dinner and or steal a bite to eat, she headed to the library.
Much to her surprise, the visitor was Andr�. She was taken aback in seeing him there, she actually did
not expect to see him at all. He was holding a glass of cognac in his hands and she could see that the
liquid was trembling slightly and so were his hands.
�Hello Oscar.�
She could not speak. Better, she was not able to. This was completely new to her: a man who had
confessed his love to her only a few hours before, kissed her and seen her half naked was now in front of
her. She was not so naive not to understand what was it all about � she had spent the most part of her
days in Versailes, after all - but she did not know how to cope with... that.
�Didn�t I tell you that you do not have to accompany me any longer?� she hissed, her rage barely kept
from exploding.
�You also told me that I could do what I wanted to. I wanted to talk to you and now I am here.�
�You have talked to me the last evening and you have talked pretty enough, I�d say...�
�I wanted to make it up to you, Oscar. I do not want to spoil thirty years of friendship only for a stupid
mistake.�
�Yesterday you were not talking about friendship, were you?� whispered Oscar, her eyes to a slit, her
voice dangerously low. �Or I did not understand what you said?�
Andr� looked at his hands, quite in despair. �Oscar, I swear I won�t do such a thing to you ever again. I
promise, I will keep my word at any cost. I know you do not love me and I have to live with it. But...
come on, you can�t tell me that you never had clue about my feelings. We have spent almost thirty years
side by side... I thought that...�
�Stop it, Andr�. If you are here to talk about your feelings toward me, you can leave right now because I
have perfectly understood them.�
Unexpectedly, Andr� smiled a sort of childish smile. �You have not changed, Oscar. You are still the
same...� whispered softly.
�What do you mean by that? You know perfectly well that I am not keen on speaking about feelings
because I do not have any.�
�Now you are angry, Oscar. Yesterday you were... hurt. These are feelings. No matter what you do to
hide them, you keep on feeling them. You can�t help it, Oscar... you are a human being.�
�If you say so. Now, will you tell me why are you here, please?�
�I do not want you to be here on your own. It is no good for you being alone like that...�
�What the...� she bit her lip not to shout in frustration. �Now, how can you say that? Do you really know
me that well?�
Andr�s arched brow and she knew that the answer to that was a yes, he knew her that well.
�Listen, Andr� she whispered tiredly. �you are not my attendant any longer, right? You can do what
you please and you do not need to be here for me any longer...�
�Oh, Oscar...� his little laugh was mirthless. �You have never been a duty to me, haven�t you realized it
yet? I was paid to do the thing I loved best: being with y...�
�Enough! Please Andr�, say what you wanted to say and go away. I...�
�I have given my eye for you, you know that. No, I do not regret it, I would do that again. But I am not
such a dutiful servant. I did what I did out of l...�
�I see, I see.� Oscar was feeling trapped somehow. Andr�s words made more sense than her random
rants and she knew it well. �If you are done, please excuse me but I am very hungry.�
Andr� looked hurt. �No need to be so formal. It�s me, remember? Your fr...�
�Please, Andr�...� Oscar was on the verge of (very well hidden) tears. �I am tired, I am hungry, I am
cold and I do know what to think about... well, you know what.� She bit her lip not to cry. �Leave me be,
please.�
�I cannot do so, Oscar. Being all alone is no good for you: you�ll begin crying and sulking and feeling
lonely and it�s too painful to me to see you like that.�
He had understood. He understood perfectly well how she felt, she thought, amazed. �You want to stay?
Stay, then. But please, forget me. I am not the w... the one for you.�
�Do you want me to forget you?� he asked this question in a manner Oscar did not like a bit.
�Yes.�
�Will you help me to forget you?�
�Of course.� Oh, may be there was a way to change Andr�s feelings in a more appropriate male
friendship.
�Fine, then. I want to sleep with you tonight.�
�W... what? You are kidding, I hope!� an outraged Oscar spitted out.
�Of course not.�
�This does not make sense� said Oscar who came to her senses enough to answer. �You want to forget
me and I am more than happy about it, but I cannot see how you are doing it while sharing... ehm, my
bed!�
�Oscar, I said I wanted to sleep with you in your bed and sleeping does not involve any sex. But if you
want to...�
�No, no, no. I prefer not, thank you very much!� exclaimed her waving her hand in front of him.
�Now, explain me how you are... well, you know.� Things were taking an absurd turn.
�Just want to have my friend by my side again, that�s all. Want to make sure that you are still my friend
in spite of everything, sleeping together like we used to when we were kids, to restore our longtime
friendship, to wipe out mistakes. It�s not that it is the first time we share a bed, Oscar.�
�Yes, but now it�s different...�
�Why?� asked her very politely�
�Because now I know you l... l... well, you know what I mean.�
�This should make no difference. I have loved you all this years, but I have never touched you with a
single finger, so you are safe from my... appetites.� He replied, arms folded on his chest. Andr� was
clearly beginning to enjoy himself and Oscar hated him for that. How could he be so at ease when she
was so embarassed? Bed and sex were two dangerous words when put together in the same sentence,
she thought.
�This does not make any sense to me: sleeping together to forget me...�
�It does to me, Oscar. Please help me.�
He begged with such a desperate voice that Oscar had to give in �Andr�, do you promise that if I � oh
my God � invite you to my bed... tonight and only to sleep you will forget me?�
�I promise�
�Deal?�
�Deal. At what time shall I come around?� he asked in a very professional manner.
This was crazy. �Oh, ehhhhr, well... may be at three o�clock in the morning?� she wanted that night to
be as short as possible.
�Oscar, everyone knows you got to bed no later than eleven o�clock. So I will be knocking at your door at
that time�
�If you know this, why take trouble and ask?� she muttered.
�Did you say something, Oscar?�
�No, nothing.�
�See you in a few hours, then.�
�Where are you going?�
�Shaving, taking bath, washing hair, buying a proper attire... I have seen a enough of Versailles dandies
to know that when a man is sharing the bed with a woman, he must be at least presentable.�
A small smile stretched Oscar�s lips. �Eureka!�
~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~
Now, she had better things to do than running after smangy, irritable dogs, sulking on the beach and
watching waves while pondering her non existing charm on the only man she have ever liked in a
womanly way.
Spent a very businesslike afternoon practicing fencing, riding Cesar and doing any physical exercise she
could think of, and the result was a very sweaty and slightly smelly Oscar Fran�ois de Jarjayes. The
icing on the cake was a dinner mainly flavoured by enormous quantities of garlic, as per her specific
request.
�Now, Andr�, I am sure that you will not come near me and forgetting your l... whatever, will be easier�
she thought smugly. She definitely was having fun and more fun was yet to come.
The final touch was added when Oscar took a long walk in the rain. It was not as romantic as it sounded
because she managed to get wet through to her underwear, but at least she started to smell like the
above mentioned dog. Just in case, you know...
Not taking a bath was really hard and she was itching to scratch herself to death, but having the fun she
planned to have was worth a (stinking) sacrifice. The only thing she had to do was brushing her hair: she
had to, otherwise, the following day it would have been a real pain to loosen all the knots. She was
actually having a serious fight with her own mane, when someone (she had an idea about who it could
be) knocked at the door.
�Come in!� she yelled while she was tormenting her poor hair with the brush.
�Oscar, what�s the matter with your hair?�
�Simply brushing it...�
�As far as I can see, it rather seems that you are attempting to tear it off from your head.�
�I wouldn�t say that� she answered dryly while trying to do something with a very tangled lock.
�Here, let me help� Andr� took the brush from her hand and he begin brushing her hair. �Andr�, there
is no need to...�
�I used to brush your hair when we were children, remember?�
Oscar considered that memory as one of the most endearing of her childhood. �Yes. You were good at
it.� And her voice quivered just a little bit.
�Let�s see if I haven�t lost my talent� and he resumed the brushing.
She felt weird. The man who was blabbering about roses and lilac of every colour and touching her in a
very inappropriate manner was behaving like the innocent boy he used to be, say, twenty five years
ago. He hadn�t lost his talent: his brushing has always relaxed her and this time was no exception... but
after a while she realized that he had stopped his ministration.
Just behind her back, Andr� took a lock in his finger and kissed it silently (did not inhaled its scent. It
was stinking, you know), with great devotion.
�What are you doing, Andr�?�
�Me? Nothing. Just checking on my job.�
�... and?�
�I think it�s alright.�
�Thank you.�
�You are most welcome. Now, it�s getting late. Shall we?� he wavered at the big poster bed which has
never been so threatening like that very moment.
�I have to wear my nightshirt.�
�Oh, you wear one? I thought you slept naked...�
Oscar blushed furiously �Of course not! Why did you think so?�
�Well, may be because I do. I mean, I sleep naked, you know� he answered lazily scratching his chest
and yawning.
�What! Wait a moment! You did not tell me about this naked thing, ah! It was not agreed!�
�Oscar, it is not the first time you have seen me stark naked.�
�You were seven and I have the feeling that your body was a tad different.�
�Yeah, I have grown quite tall, but as for the rest I haven�t changed.�
She was so exasperated that she blurted out: �When I was seven, I did not have breasts and now I
have, even if I am a man. Something must have happened to your body too and I do not feel like seeing
it, thank you very much. So, put on anything you like, but you are not sleeping in MY bed with no
clothes on.�
He smiled at her tenderly: �I like it when you boss me around...�
�If you behave yourself, there will be no need to boss you around... and please keep in mind that you are
here only to forget about me � even if it�s crazy - and nothing else.�
�I could not take it off my mind even if I wanted to� Andr� answered unexpectedly dry and bitter.
�Now, mate, which side of the bed should I sleep on?�
This was a good question: her bed was very big and she was used to roam on the mattress as she
pleased. �Well, I suppose it is fine with me if you take the right one. As for me, I will be obviously taking
the left one (pun intended, yes). Fine with you?�
�Sure!� while he was sliding under the quilt. �Ahhhh! Oscar, your bed is great.� He said while testing the
softness of feathers with one hand.
�I know. Now. This is your side of the bed and this is mine. You have to stay on yours and I will stay on
mine. Do not steal the quilt: bed is mine and so are the blankets.�
�I will not� he bowed politely toward his bedmate. �But in case your feet are freezing, please feel free to
come to me: I will be glad to warm them a little bit�.
�My feet are perfectly fine� she pretended while her extremities were currently suffering of all the cold
she had caught outside.
�If you say so. Well, sweet dreams, Oscar. Shall I kiss you goodnight, just like we were kids?�
�Andr�? Do you mind shutting it?�
�Yes, I do. But it�s time to rest. Goodnight Oscar.�
~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~
The first thing she felt the moment after she woke up, was the sensation someone was staring at her.
Second, she realized that, strangely, her feet were warm just like the rest of her body. To be more
precise, her extremities were stuck between two rather hairy legs and her head was resting on a rather
muscular naked chest.
She immediately jumped on her feet while Andr� was smiling happily to her, arms crossed under his
head. �Good morning. Did you sleep well?�
�What have you done! You promised you wouldn�t try to...�
�I beg to differ, dear friend: I am in my part of the bed. The invader it�s you. May be your
feather pillow was not as comfortable as my chest, uh?�
Oscar was so embarassed that she didn�t know what to do. Andr� was right: he was in the part of the
bed Oscar assigned him and she did not know how she ended sleeping on him (bare chested, if anyone
has forgotten it!)
�Oscar? Be a dear, will you take a bath? You stink.�
This time, Oscar was ready to taste revenge: �Oh really? Do I stink so much?�
�No. You are not disturbing: after twenty years spent at the stables working with L�o aka the garlic
eater or the soap hater, I have managed not to care about smells, you know, but a noble should take
better care of herself. By the way, your feet feel like chunks of ice.�
Revenge was delayed, then. At least she could have a bath.
�Need any help to wash your back, just like when we were kids?� she heard him calling after her.
�Get lost, Andr� and in spite of this, in her mind she had a clear picture of him washing her back with a
good sponge and rose scented soap.
Bloody-Everlasting-Hell!
~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~
That �share your bed thing� ended quickly because Andr� left the very same day, stating that he had
very important business to look after in Paris so he resumed his perfect attendant persona and no
further reference to the strange night they had shared was made. She watched him while he was waving
bye bye to her, in the very same way he used to when they were kids, that is opening and closing his
fingers into a fist six or seven times in a row.
Having nothing else to do, she resumed sulking on the beach while a ferocious wind was whipping her
hair in any known direction with the result that she looked worst than Medusa and she had to
start another serious fight with her hair, her weapon a huge brush. Ah, the dog was nowhere to be seen.
Being Oscar such an active person, she couldn�t endure anymore of the said sulking on the beach,
especially because it was so cold that her feet turned into the ice chunks mentioned by Andr� quite
quickly. Therefore, one early morning and after a light breakfast she managed to make her way back to
Jarjayes mansion. She was slightly curious about the �important business� Andr� had to look after, but
she also wanted to meet the soldiers of Company B. Everyone would be a perfect stranger to her. New
faces, new job, new office and new duties. And no more Fersen and Lady Antoinette love affair to watch,
thank God. She thought that she finally got over her supposed former infatuation over the Swedish
count, but it is somewhat embarassing to have to witness how the former object of one�s affection was
clearly head over heels in love with another woman.
So, the following morning and one day before she was expected to, she started the new assignment at
Company B.
~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~
Her new office was quite comfy, even if not quite elegant as the one she was assigned to in Versailles.
Good, because real men do not indulge in stupid frills and that office had everything she could ever
need, after all and... bloody everlastin� hell, when she saw Andr� in the second line wearing the uniform
she nearly had an heart attack and lost her perfect composture, also because the night before she had a
dream about him doing hot things on her; the feeling she felt left her quite shaken and very
embarassed. �Colonnel Dagout, please summon Andr� Grandier here! Now!� growled at the moustached
officer.
Her hands were trembling, her eyes were lit by rage while she kept pacing up and down the office.
A knock on the door. She didn�t even bother sitting at her desk: it was Andr�, after all. �Come in�.
She looked at him and she felt rage taking over one more time: �Andr�! I told you that you did not have
to accompany me any more! Why did you join the army?�
�I just needed a job, Oscar, and you fired me one week ago. I�ve just enlisted to earn my day and I have
a friend here. Period.� She was taken aback by his coolness. She had never heard Andr� speaking like
that. After a while, he saluted her and left.
A friend? In that madhouse? Who can it be? Anyway... �Do as you please�, she hissed after him. He�s an
adult and he can do whatever crosses his mind.
She resumed writing her report trying to ignore the relief she was feeling inside her, washing away
some of her pain and hiding the smile on her lips in spite of everything.
~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~
Alain was in the middle of giving his boots their monthly clean up.
He had decided that that evening would have been perfect for the task: then the sun was setting and he
felt very relaxed, he would have been in charge at ten p.m. and he had nothing better to do, also
because he had run out of money to spend on beer and to check on Rosamunde, the German girl who
worked at the bar.
So, he had left the barrack, had chosen a quiet place where he could dedicate himself to the task.
He recalled the night before while humming some lewd song. He was the best: he knew more kinky
rhymes than anyone else in the barracks. He was a decent singer and enjoyed singing. Lewd songs,
actually.
She told me she wanted more
And that she wanted to share my life
But she was not more �an a whore
so I stabbed her with my knife
She said she�d a life to mend
But found her fucking with my best friend
Believe me mate, I had a shock
When I found her sucking his lil� cock
He burst into laughter. That song was one of his favourite ever. He had actually composed it when he
was seventeen, after his very first (serious) girlfriend ditched him in favour of his best friend. Of course,
he didn�t stab her, but he made sure to make her feel like the above mentioned working lady.
He felt the leather with his hand, exposed the boot to light and decided that it was clean enough.
He felt someone behind him, so he slowly put the polished boot on and turned lazily.
�Oi, Lasalle, how are you doing? Had fun, yesterday? Aurore likes you so much. I think you will have
great time with her.� He winked at him and Lasalle blushed hotly.
�Oh, my! You are a shy one, lad�
The poor chap blushed even more deeply: �A-Alain...� he stuttered.
�What�s up? I am busy...�
�I am sorry, but... there is a fight at the barrack.�
Alain began polishing the other boot, without even bothering to raise his gaze: �Alright.�
�But... five against the one eyed man.�
In a matter of a moment, Alain was standing and putting on a half-cleaned boot.
He reached the barracks and met the five attackers who were crossing the threshold: �So, you lot know
that when there�s a fight you have to report to me.�
Morraine raised a hand apologetically. �Alain, no, it was just for fun.�
�Oh really? Five against one is cowardy, not fun. I will forgive you this time, but never do this again.
Now, go.�
He entered the darkened room, scanning the place to find Andr�. He was lying on the ground and it
seemed that they had beaten him to a pulp: his face was scratched, he was bleeding and it seemed that
he had lost consciousness.
�You have been better, haven�t you? Come on, get up!� he said while he was shaking him in the gentlest
way possible (gentle to him, at least!).
He heard steps behind him and he was surprised to see the Lady Commander on the threshold, but he
was even more surprised to hear Andr� muttering: �Oh, Oscar... I... am your... I-I need you...�
Andr� was still lying on the ground, unconscious and Alain burst into laughter. �Oh, I see. Now I can
understand everything. Well, Lady Commander, I think you should take care of him: after all... he loves
you.� he moved toward the door, but her voice called him back: �Alain De Soisson, help me to bring him
to the infirmary.�
Alain began cleaning his nails with a knife, while he was carelessly leaning against the door. �If I was
you, I would not take him there. He won�t be safe.�
Oscar kept silent for a few moments. �All right. Bring him to my bedroom, but...� she approached and
took the knife from his grip. �You are not telling this to anyone. Otherwise...� she threw the knife which
passed at only a few millimeters from his head.�
She had guts, that woman! Alain started to laugh again and scratched his head: �Madam, a simple thank
you would have done.�
Oscar smiled lightly. �I know, but I think this will make your memory stronger. Now, let�s go.�
They passed through a corridor which led to a big room reserved to the officers, then walked for a few
meters in a separate wing. Luckily, they did not meet anyone because at that time the ones in charge
were attending to their tasks and the ones who were supposed to be off, were either sleeping or were
out.
Oscar opened the door, then another one which was her bedroom. �On the bed, please�.
Alain obliged and turned to his heels to go and resume his boot polishing. �Alain, I have not dismissed
you. You have to help me to undress him.�
He stared at her for a moment: �I supposed you would have enjoyed it, Madam.� Was his innocent
reply.
Oscar glared at him. �Your presumption is not correct, Alain de Soisson. Now come here.�
Alain shuddered: �As you wish, Commander. Too bad: your Andr� will die as a virgin and so will you.�
Oscar blushed hotly: �The state of my personal hymene is hardly your business.� Answered, slightly
irritated at the words �your Andr�. She would have never said such nonsense!
�Hym... what�s that?�
�I told you, none of your business.�
Alain started undressing Andr� while Oscar tried hard not to blush and Alain was smirking and
humming an annoying lewd song about a virgin who saw a naked man for the first time in her life.
There was a girl, once upon a time
Who thought that making love was such a crime
She went to woods to have a walk
A handsome man went near to talk
He was handsome, he was cute
His kiss so sweet, his lips so red
She had never seen a man nude
She found herself on his soft bed
I love you darling, I love you much
Your soft breast I want to touch
Oh, my girl, don�t be so fussy,
�cause I just want to kiss your p...
These artistic lyrics were interrupted by a strange moan.
�Oh, Oscar... please... Don�t stop...� whispered Andr�.
Alain tried his best not to burst into laughs because he had understood what kind of dream his friend
was having. And so did Oscar. �This must be frustrating...� he muttered.
Oscar did not say anything at tore away her embarassed gaze.
�At least he is honest and he admits he wants you so bad...�
�What do you mean with this?�
�You should have seen yourself in the mirror, Commander: you were looking at him so hungrily that I
was about to get excited too! If I was you, I�d give it a try with him: you would be less frustrated and
Andr� would have a memory to cherish for all his life. Come on, you both need some fun! Now, you can
look after him by yourself: I have to polish my boots, otherwise my Commander will get very hungry...
sorry, very angry�. Alain smiled at his own pun, he saluted and went away with a smirk on his face.
Oscar was panicking: Alain�s words had affected her more than she thought. She had to admit that she
liked seeing Andr�s naked skin.
She shook her head to chase away these strange and dangerous thoughts, while she began feeling some
wetness between her legs. She took a clean cloth and and some ointment from a small box and began
cleaning Andr�s wounds. He was still sleeping, thank God, so she could tend at him quite easily and
quickly, even if she took her time watching his broad chest, his long legs, his strong hands. How would
have been to feel those hands on her? Being the Commander of Company B had a bad influence on her
and Alain�s insinuation didn�t help!
She did her best to imagine that she was actually tending Nanny: wrinkles, white hair, chubby body,
round spectacles...
Much better.
One minute after, she was done. And now?
The sun had definitely set and she was alone with a naked man in her bed. Well, he was not naked, only
his torso was, but it was enough to make her feel a little dizzy.
One more time, she made sure that he was still sleeping. She could not resist and she ran her shaky
hands on his skin.
She stroked his chest and when she touched his nipples, they hardened immediately under her
inquisitive fingers; almost scared by the reaction she caused, Oscar removed her hand immediately, but
after one second she resumed her exploration.
His skin felt different from hers. Ah, so the difference between men and women was not only in their
sexes, but also in the texture of their skin: Andr�s was quite hard, slightly hairy, but pleasant to the
touch, even if covered with scratches and wounds and smelled like the balm she had spreaded only a
few minutes before.
Her hand went down and enjoyed the feeling; she put her index in his navel and travelled further,
following the hairy line which disappeared beyond his trousers. She heard a soft moan and one more
time she withdrew her hand, afraid he could wake up and catch her in the act.
She looked at the couch and she knew that she needed a good night of sleep. She glanced at her bed and
at Andr� in it. Sighing, she changed into her nightshirt, lay on the couch and covered herself with a small
blanket.
The couch was uncomfortable, old and too short for her. It was not made for sleeping, and she was taller
than the average. Also the blanket was too short and the fabric felt strange against the skin of her face.
She tossed and turned, but she was not able to find a comfortable position and to fall asleep. She
snorted.
�O-oscar?� a weak voice called.
She got immediately on her feet and went to the bed. �Andr�! How do you feel?�
The room was dark, therefore she sensed his smile rather than seeing it. �I have been better, but it�s
alright. How are you, Oscar?�
�Trying to sleep, but the couch does not agree.� She answered with a weak smile.
�I sleep on the couch and you take the bed. It is yours, not mine.�
�Are you kidding? You are hurt, you need to rest and...�
�... and you need to rest too. But... if you do not mind, we can share this bed. It�s very large and...�
Oscar was embarassed, but after a while she shuddered: �Ah, still this share my bed thing!� she joked,
but Andr� did not reply. Sharing the bed with him was dangerous, but he was hurt and she was tired to
death and she could tell she would have fallen asleep right away. �I think it is the most sensible thing to
do...� she mused.
She lay in the furthest end of the bed and it was much more comfortable than the couch.
�Good night, Oscar.�
�Good night, Andr�.�
The room was still and silent and Oscar enjoyed this athmospere. A sudden thought hit her mind.
�Andr�?�
�Uhmmm?�
�How did you know it was me in the room?�
�Your scent, Oscar. I could smell it on the pillow and everywhere here.�
Oscar blushed: she did not expect this kind of reply.
�I see.� Answered drily.
Slowly, her body relaxed and she began thinking about what happened. She felt guilty about Andr� and
this last statement of his affected her more than she expected to. He had lost an eye to save her, saved
her life and risked his million times because of her. That very afternoon he was beaten up and, in spite
of everything, he was still able to reply like this. Guilty tears began to fall from her eyes and she
desperately tried not to make any noise. Andr� was breathing evenly not far away from her and she
cried silent tears. She fell asleep a few minutes later.
~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~
He had heard her crying. She managed not to make a noise, but he had heard her. Lately, his hearing
had become sharper, perhaps because his eyesight was getting weaker and weaker and he had to rely
on the remaining senses.
Her sighs were muffled in the feather pillow and, once or twice, she had sneezed and had scratched her
nose. Her cry did not last long and she had fallen asleep quite quickly. She needed to rest: her days with
Company B were long and hard and she had also lost some weight. In her sleep, she had rolled on her
back and her whole figure was enlightened by a moonbeam, so Andr� moved near her to have a better
look at her face, her hands, her hair as much as he wanted to. He got nearer and lay next to her, his
hand to support his head. The window was open and a sweet breeze was blowing through the room
opening her nightshirt. Without thinking, Andr� stretched his arm to close it... and he was lost.
His fingers were only at a few inches from her skin and his hands began shaking, while he was fighting
against himself. But Andr� was nothing but a man, a weak man who needed to be loved, so he
surrendered to his own feelings: he slipped his hand under her nightshirt and began stroking her breast.
Desire hit his body with the strength of a stormy sea and he had to bite his lip to keep at least a little bit
of sanity.
Slowly, so unbearably slowly, just to learn and remember the sensation of her skin against his palm, the
smoothness of her curves, and the hardness of her nipple. She was a woman, his Oscar, he thought while
endearment got the best of him. He could not figure out the why most of people could not tell it because
it was so plain to see: her voice, her hands, her face. He had always considered her as a woman.
He kept caressing her skin for long minutes, but soon Andr� could not help but beginning undoing the
laces closing her nightshirt, one by one until Oscar�s body was completely exposed to his eyes, except
for her arms and shoulders.
He stared at her figure, thinking that she was so strikingly beautiful, then he started running his hands
all over her body and the sensation drove him wild.
He leaned to brush her mouth with his, but he wanted... yes, he wanted to share a true, real kiss with
Oscar, their breaths mingling together and tongues caressing each other, but... she was sleeping and he
had sworn not to touch her anymore.
He wanted to keep his word, oh Lord, he had tried so hard for many years and he had succeeded until
that moment. Twenty years of lonely nights, twenty years spent aching for her every minute, wishing to
be loved and hoping she returned his feelings... Twenty years of loneliness.
He desperately wanted to make love to her, he thought, but in spite of this he rolled on his back to catch
his breath again while his hand went downward.
He tried to find some relief for the thousandth time in his life and not to break his oath any further, so
he silently began stroking himself. This did not last because he couldn�t resist any longer to the naked,
sleeping form just beside him and leaned one more time to kiss her.
�Oh, Oscar, what can I do to make you love me?� he whispered. He stroked the smooth skin of her belly
and her navel with his lips and the tip of his tongue, while his tears were falling on her. He stopped for a
moment, desperately thinking that this was pure madness, but one more time, he had to succumb to
love and desire, and his hand went between her legs while he was pressing his hardness against her
thigh.
He could not think any longer, he just felt, his heart beating wildly in his chest while he was praying the
Lord for that moment to go on forever and for Oscar not to wake up.
~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~
She had been having these strange dreams lately and this one seemed so real. She have never talked
about them because, well, they were... inappropriate. Strange, hot dreams in which she was doing things
with Andr�.
And this one was the most real of all.
She felt Andr�s hand stroking her groin, so sensually that she exhaled a moan and, one moment after,
his lips were kissing her... there and she sensed just like someone or something has started a fire in her
belly.
Startled, she immediately woke up and she realized at once that it was no dream. Andr� was actually
licking her... while stroking her thighs, then his lips were on hers, kissing her frantically while he was
touching every inch of her skin. She was innocent, but not ignorant and she knew perfectly well what
the hardness pushing against her was. Her body went rigid and she held her breath. And so did Andr�.
�Oscar... you are awake...� how could have been so naive to think that she wouldn�t have woken up?
The silence between them grew heavy.
�Yes� she responded finally.
His arms went around her waist and held her close against his chest: �Oscar, please... say you like my
kisses� he implored while Oscar began feeling dizzy at the feeling of their naked skins pressed together.
She was shocked. She did not know what to do, what to say and she did not know what to feel.
Andr� slowly withdrew his arms and got up. She felt him moving carefully and going toward the door. �I
have promised not to touch you anymore, Oscar, but I was a fool. I am sorry, I just can�t keep my
word.�
One moment after, he was gone.
He had gone away and she was alone in the bedroom.
Her body was hot, her breath uneven and her eyes closed. She was shocked, not scared.
Because she had discovered that she had loved every single kiss, every stroke and every touch of his
hands... and she wanted more, but she was not able to speak these words to him.
Her hands began moving on their own accord, trying to recall the the sensation she had felt when Andr�
had touched her just a few minutes before. Aching for him, she cried her pleasure and her frustration.
~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~
The following morning she got up early and had breakfast at the refectory. It was quite early and only a
few soldiers were about.
She was mumbling under her breath when someone asked her: �Hey, Lady Commander, may I sit with
you?�
It was Alain.
She just nodded, then looked Alain straight in his face. Andr� was not with him and it was strange.
�Is Andr� still sleeping?� asked casually.
�So, you do not know...� his face darkened and Oscar immediately asked: �What should I know.�
�Andr� left a few minutes ago.� He paused. �I suppose that something has happened between you two.�
�I... I have to go!� stuttered Oscar and got out quickly while Alain was staring at her. �May be our Lady
Commander will stop being a virgin soon.� And bursted into laughs.
Oscar did not hear him because she was fetching C�sar and trying to find Andr�.
He had just ridden a few meters when he heard another horse approaching, then he heard someone
calling his name. �Andr�!�
Oscar?
She got close to him and asked bluntly: �Where do you think you are going?�
�I am going away, Oscar.�
�NO!�
�Why should I stay?�
�Because I told you so.�
�I just can�t!�
�You have to stay!�
�Oscar, I... I can�t. I am only a man, I am only flesh and blood and everytime I see you I want to make
love to you. And you do not want me. So, there�s no point staying here...�
�Andr�! Do not go... Please...�
�Why?�
�You have to stay here, Andr�!�
�Didn�t you hear me? I need to know why I mustn�t leave.� Andr� shouted angrily, while hope was
lighting his eye.
The previous night, Oscar had thought that she had all the time in the world to tell him about her
feelings, but she was wrong.
It was time to speak.
�Because I... I love your kisses.�
Andr�s arm went immediately around her neck, pulled her against him quite roughtly and he kissed
her for dear life.
There, their real first kiss. He had been dreaming about it for twenty years, but the feeling of her lips
against his was... well, he could not describe it.
Desire, love, happiness, relief and a thousand feelings all mixed up together.
Oscar was kissing him back enthusiastically and, even though the morning wheather was cold, things
were getting hot quite fast.
�Oooohhh Oscar?�
�Mmm?�
Blessed politeness: she had been thaught not to speak with her mouth full.
�Oscar� choked �D-do you want to make love right here in the street?�
It took a few second for Oscar to realize about the situation. Then, in a husky voice � so husky that
Andr� got goosebumps � answered: �N-no. Why?�
He exhaled saying the one thing he would have never expected to hear coming out from his own mouth.
�Because if you do not stop right now kissing me like that, I will not accept any responsibilities.�
Oscar raised her gaze to meet Alain�s who was smiling at them horribly smug. So, in order not to be
heard by anyone except Andr�, she whispered. �Shall we continue this later?�
�I think so..�
�Yes. I-I think that we should talk about it tonight in my bedroom?� Oscar blushed hotly at her own
straight forwardness.
�Indeed. So, one more time I will be your night time guest in your bed.� He smiled.
She shook her head. �No, you will not be a guest any longer. From now on, my bed will be ours.� She
took both his hands and leaned forward to kiss him. She did not see that all the soldiers of Company B
were staring and cheering and clapping, but even if she had noticed them, she would not have cared at
all.
~ THE END ~
All my best thanks to Simona and to her whip.
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