Tiredbones couldn’t really stop Eloise from working and it was when herCaptain had dismissed her rather angrily did she finally manage toscuffle out of the field hospital that had been, for once, in anactual building instead of a flimsy canvas tent that bent and bowedwith every harsh breeze that managed to sweep across the plains.
Insidethe hospital it had been stagnant and hot, which was why she wasactually wearing her button up seersucker for once, though for themost part they were impractical when working in the field. But, giventheir luck and the increasingly warmer nights, they were allowed towear them again. Eloise always hated them and she looked forward toripping it off once she made it into her small personal tent thatonly COs got while the others slept in shabby cots in massive tentsas if they were at some sort of summer camp. No, she had hers all theherself, and while it wasn’t fancy, just a cot, table, chair, andlantern, it was a sanctuary she had been grateful for the moment shewas told she got one. Long gone were the days of sleeping on thefloor and listening to men scream and moan throughout the night towhere she had to get up and go check on them. Of course, if she wasneeded, they’d come and get her no matter what time ti was, and shewould always be eager and happy to do it, but at that moment she wasjust needing a little bit of R&R, which was why she booked it toher tent.
Theground was soft in most spots, the lack of rain helping dry up themud that surrounded everyone all the time, but for the most part, itwas still pretty damn muddy. Thankfully she had chosen to wear herarmy issued boots despite it looking fairly odd with her seersucker.But hey, she thought, this was war, not a fashion show.
Lickingher lips, she could still taste the faint speckles of blood from apatient she had taken care of earlier who had gotten hit so bad thatblood shot out with every heartbeat. He didn’t make it, as she knew,but they all gave it a shot. Years ago, when she first arrived, thiswould have scared her, caused her to vomit even, but now she was soused to having other people’s blood in her system that she was sureher DNA had changed in some way.
Stompingup to her tent, she unpinned her hair, letting it fall loosely aroundher shoulders as she moved the flap aside, stepping in and toeing hershoes off at the entrance, taking some weird sense of pride in whereshe slept, not wanting the makeshift wooden flooring to be dirtied byher muddy boots. Furrowing her brow, she felt something was off, shewasn’t alone, and the muddied footprints by her entrance way was adead giveaway. If she had a gun, she’d easily pull it out just tostartled the other person, but this could only be one person, it wasIrwin Wade, her drinking buddy.
“Youbetter have brought alcohol-” Eloise spun around with a grin, butit faltered quickly as she saw Boyd sitting at her desk, his muddiedboots sitting on the corner of it, his long legs caked in dried mud.The man was picking blood and dirt from out of his fingernails withan army knife.
“Thefuck do you want?” Eloise asked angrily, furrowing her brow. Had henot gotten the hint yet?
“Shutyour trap and I’ll show you,” he said gruffly, looking up at herand tossing his knife onto the table as she rose from leaning back inthe metal seat, its legs vibrating against her feet as it hit thefloor. The man breathed in deep as she stood, his height suddenlythat of mythical proportions as he walked closer to her until therewas barely any space between the pair.
Eloisecould smell the dried and damp earth on his clothes and against hisskin, her eyes bouncing in between large hazel eyes that bore throughher, always making her nervous, as if her emotions and nerves wereexposed. They were large, bright, beautiful, occasionally tinted withtears, but not tonight. Tonight they looked more sinister, dark,sinful. The woman shrank in his shadow as she found herselfsidestepping him until she moved far away from him and further intoher tent. This meant nothing to Boyd, in fact it probably was goingto make his snide commentary and preaching easier to do.
Thegirl suddenly felt nervous, her hands starting to shake as her heartraced and her mind jumped from one scenario to another. She glancedover her shoulder to see the knife was nearby, but he wasn’t going tohurt her. Right?
Whippingher head back to face the man, she gasped silently to find he hadclosed the space between them once more, except this time the toe oftheir boots touched and his face was a hair away from her own. Headvanced forward, but she didn’t retreat back, besides if she triedshe’d be on top of her table and that would not be a good position tobe in.
Fora long moment he stood there in front of her, his eyes scanning herface. Her own eyes followed what his did, trying to think of wherethey fell as they moved within their socket. She swore he looked ather angular jaw, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, eyebrows, nose,even looked down at what she was wearing. She could’ve been wrong,but she knew she wasn’t, she knew where a man looked and knew thatlook a man gave. Those dark orbs were filled with something otherthan tears and wiseness, they were filled with…something primal.She swallowed hard and drew in a shallow breath as she felt him leanin, their eyes locking.
Eloisewanted to look away, but she couldn’t, it was like watching a trainwreck. Her eyes suddenly scanned his face just as he had done secondsbefore, searching his face and expression for some indication as towhat he wanted, what he needed, but the longer she stared, the moreconfused she became. She had seen his face many times before, saw himpraying over people, fought with the man almost daily or whenever hewas around, but this time it was different. It were almost as if shehad seen him before someplace else, someplace far away from Europeand war. Those eyes resonating something familiar and that caused herstomach to twist and turn.
“Boyd,”Eloise said lowly, almost inaudibly. It had been the first time shesaid his name and that made her heart skip a beat. Again, sheswallowed and gasped for breath.
Shelooked out of the corner of her eye as she watched him lift a hand upto touch a strand of her chocolate colored hair, stroking it. Therewas a familiarity as if he had done that before, but she didn’t havethe time or the means to contemplate on it.
Dirtyhands moved from a few strands into the entire mess of natural curls,raking his fingers deep within them, gently tugging them as if tomassage her scalp. Eloise could barely breathe as he did so, unsureof what to do. It felt good, however, really good actually. His eyesclashed with her own and she suddenly felt that primal instinct jumpfrom him into her. The lone lantern in the room made his featuresglow, made them softer, caused his hazel eyes to glow brightly.
“Doesthis make you uncomfortable?” the man asked and for a moment Eloisewasn’t even sure what that meant. What were words? Whatwas…anything? Logical thought was being clouded by something else,something she rarely gave thought to: lust.
Sheshook her head ‘no’ meekly and all they did was stand there insilence, staring into each other’s eyes while one of his hands cuppedthe back of her head. As if the world tilted on its axis and thestars aligned perfectly, there was moment they were both in tune tothe other and, in clumsy haste, she threw her arms around his neckand kissed him, while his other hand went to her mid-back, pullingher into him until her entire body was flush with his own. Eloisetilted her head to one side, the man the other, their lips clashingso roughly it were almost as if they were trying to devour the other.She parted inflamed lips and slowly slid her tongue against thesurprisingly soft lips, tasting dirt against them. Together, theywidened their mouths, tongues colliding animalistically, massagingand rolling together as Boyd’s hand gripped her hair tightly, but notin a way that would cause harm. His other hand moved down her back,grabbing her ass and gripping it tightly, tugging it until he let go,letting it fall.
Hiseager hands were matched by her own as she panted between thepassionate kisses, feeling his lips move from her own to trail downher neck. Eloise let her head fall back slightly as her eyes rolledback in pleasure as she found herself tugging at the shirt he hadtucked into his pants.
Theirbodies bumping into each other, he took a step forward and she a stepback, bumping into the corner of the table where she bowed backwardas his weight pushed against her. The hand that had grabbed her nowmoved up her back, around her side, and up her stomach and torso,gripping her small right breast, squeezing gently and massaging it,which only made the woman give out a faint moan of satisfaction. Henibbled her neck, obviously showing his expertise in these matters.His lips hushed her and he bent his knees slightly to pick her up andsit her down on the edge of that shaky table. Boyd grabbed the backof Eloise’s right knee and pulled it up to hook against his hip,letting the calloused and rough fingers glide against her smooth andvirginal skin, never in her life having been touched like the waythis man touched her.
Itwere almost as if she were an instrument and he knew how to play herperfectly, reaching that free hand up her thigh before moving it intothe inner side. Her legs trembled at the touch, his mouth biting herneck and sucking, her mouth parted to gasp for breath as she dared tolook down to find what he was doing. She bit her lower lip as shefelt nimble fingers come to a stop where her panties were. For amoment she was glad that he didn’t take it any further, but she waswrong. The palm of his hand cupped in between her legs, the mangiving a muffled moan as his lips still trailed all around her neck.
Slowlyhe moved his hand, his middle finger taking control as he found herclit, rolling the pad of his fingertip around it. She could feelherself throbbing, the blood rushing to that one area where hepleasured her. Eloise clung onto him with her left arm thrown overhis shoulder, fingers digging into his back while the other grippedthe side of the desk. She panted, wanting to make noises, but shewasn’t exactly sure if she should or if that was even normal.Whatever it was he was doing, it was intense and satisfactory, but itonly got better when she felt his fingers dip in between her panties,easily finding the wet heat that emanated from within, a fingersliding deep inside of her that caused her to give out a yelp, herbody shifting and her grip on the man becoming so tight that sheswore she was going to break nails. These things seemed to make theman happy as he laughed as he lifted his head to look lock eyes, hismouth slightly agape as he moved his finger in and out of the wetorifice. He panted, just as she did, and his eyes fell to her lipswhere they soon kissed once more, her body doing things she didn’tthink was possible, such as her hips waving, moving against histouch. She wanted to do something, she couldn’t just sit there andlet this happen. What could she do aside from moan and buck her hipsinto him? Could she touch him?
Eloisewas going to find out, a sexual awakening happening within her. Herown hand that tugged his shirt moved to his pants. She moved both herhands down to fumble with his belt, wanting to touch him, wanting toknow what it felt like. He didn’t resist, in fact he moved closer,and she could hear the belt buckle clank as it was undone. Venturinginto uncharted territory, Eloise shoved her dominant hand down intohis pants and was caught off guard by the warm and lengthy part ofBoyd she swore she’d never see or feel in all her life.
Herlips moved against his own as she gently grabbed his cock, feelinghow smooth and hard it was, but before she could do much of anythingelse, someone walked into the tent, their heavy footfalls causingboth of them to separate, Eloise jumping off the table and tuggingher seersucker down, Boyd keeping his back turned to the person whilebuckling himself up.
“Lieutenant,uh…Corporal…?” the awkwardness in the man’s voice probablycould’ve been heard a million miles away. “Uh, Lieutenant…I’lljust meet you outside.”
Themoment the medic walked out of the tent did Eloise realize what justhappened. Anger took over as she buttoned herself up and glanced overat the mustached man. Pursing her lips, she brushed her fingersthrough her hair and simply composed herself before standing shoulderto shoulder with Boyd.
“Don’tcome into my tent anymore,” she said icily. Looking sideways athim, she felt that icy exterior melt momentarily before she reacheddown and grabbed his hand, feeling his cold gold ring against herhands. She squeezed it tightly once before dropping it and heading tothe mouth of the tent.
“Nota word about this,” she said lowly, breathless. “See you.”
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