World War II Love Story.
Saw a post a while back about lesbians hidden in the ranks of world war soldiers, so I wanted to write this thing, enjoy. Just a heads up, no smut this time guys. F/F Pairing so yeaah.
The racket of the battle rages outside the medical wing as a soldier gives a wince and holds at her side, her hand swatted away. "You're hurting" she frowns deep at the Medic attending to her wound who just shakes her head. "Well" the blonde replies "never said this would be as easy to heal as your other injuries, bullet holes are harder to heal up, it's why you're still here" she says. "Bed rest until you're healed up remember?" she reminds the brown haired soldier "Honestly it's a damned miracle that you're still intact at this point" she sighs. "Hey I'm as tough as they come" she grins. The medic rolls her eyes and tugs hard at the dressing "Do you HAVE a death wish?" she asks. "OW that smarts.." she grits her teeth tightly. "It will" The medic replies before giving a mock pout "Aww, wiwwle soldier girl, does the boo-boo hurt?" she asks tittering as she moves, putting the medical supplies away as the soldier slips off her bed, seeking up and slipping her arms around the medics waist, tugging her back into her arms, pecking the back of her neck lightly, whispering "Kiss it better?" making the medic tense a little. "I can't, not again" she murmurs "we were nearly caught las-" "Please Cynthia?" she whispers, nuzzling gently up against her neck, her tone shifted from it's usual cocky and sarcastic tones, now soft and pleading like an injured bird cooing out. With a sigh Cynthia turns to face the soldier, looking into the melted chocolate colour that was her eyes. "Is the big bad Beryl begging me for a kiss?" she asks, raising a brow as Beryl leans up, whispering the soft 'please' against Cynthias lips, forcing her to tense again, frowning as she presses her lips up against the soldiers, Beryl letting out a soft whimper as the sounds blast away, the war no longer a thought in either mind, fingers moving to entwine with each other, the soldier moving her other hand, letting the sounds melt away, only the beating of her heart, the smell of the medics perfume all that she can feel, she traces the cut of the medics uniform, puling her up and sitting her on the exam bed, wincing as the medic frowns and pulls back, hand on her shoulder. "No.." she says, smiling lightly. "Why? I need some TLC doc" Beryl huffs. "Doctors orders soldier" Cynthia smiles, fingers tracing her bandages. "You know...when I'm better I'll be thrown back to the front.." "Not if I need to observe you" Cynthia replies, pecking her lips gently, hooking her legs gently around the soldiers waist. "You promise?" she asks, the medic nodding lightly, fingers tracing the scars that decorate the soldiers body. "..No more scars for me though, no more excuses to see me, okay?" She asks, Beryl moves in and kisses her lips gently, smiling lightly "promise" she whispers softly.