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Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

As if instinctively she sat before him and examined his foot. This shouldn't have been happening, yet it was. He went to pull away but her sympathetic sigh softened him into powerlessness. She muttered something completely incoherent as she fussed, tearing off a shred of her hem and soaking it to dab him carefully, but the sound of her voice was disarmingly soothing and her touch sent chills up his spine. Feel good? He finally realized that she was trying to speak Polish, and rather badly at that, and he found her efforts rather endearing even if her accent was quite humorous forcing him to fight off a smile. It felt amazing. The wound was the wound, an open blister that stung, but just her touch was something else. She was so gentle and caring he felt that he might be able to suffer any ailment or injury so long as she was the one to soothe him. Da, he answered. It felt good. It could have been the biggest understatement that he'd ever made. If anyone important saw them they could be in serious trouble and Gregorsz was heavily torn between cutting this moment short and making it last as long as it could. He couldn't let it end without arranging to see her somehow. It would be difficult. They spoke different languages after all. What is there? he asked in Polish, not knowing the equivalent Russian phrase, and nodded over his shoulder to the thick row of trees across the field. It looks like a nice place, he said hoping desperately that he had dropped a big enough hint and that she was not too naive to catch it.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

Elizabetta was working to care for the wound. After he told her that it did feel good, she removed the cloth, smiling at him as she dipped the cloth into the water again. He indicated the small forest beside the fields with the nod of his head, she couldn't fully understand his words, she didn't know enough Polish to hold a full conversation with someone. But his actions told her that he was curious about the wooded area. The woods. It is very nice. She told him, flashing him a quick smile. Her hands worked quickly unfolding the cloth and wrapped it around his foot. I could show it to you when your foot is feeling better. She offered, patting his foot sympathetically. My mother is waiting for me. She told him, standing. Maybe... Night? She offered, flashing him a smile, the last word the closest to her meaning that she could find 'tonight'.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

She just kept smiling at him as she tended his foot, a ray of sunshine in this drudgery that he'd gotten himself into. Perhaps she was so young that she did not comprehend the danger involved in their contact. Still she seemed to care for him fully with complete disregard for the unapproving eyes of both her mother and the Colonel. She tied the rag around his foot with pure compassion more than actual skill though it seemed to stay in place well enough for now, while she mentioned something about the woods that he did not understand. Just as she finished speaking with that same innocent smile he heard soldiers approaching and he had to divert his attention. Hopping to his feet he grabbed one end of the stick which held the pails of warm water and gestured that she take the other end, suggesting that they carry it back to the tent together. Around the house came a half dozen men bringing two more basins. Fleiszer instructed them to set them up next to the others and the soldiers would join in the chores. There was just too much to expect the women to do it all themselves. It would be inhuman. Wiecorek! Fleiszer called him. Yes sir? Take a break, he ordered. Go around front. The mess is ready for you. Yes sir. And there's a wash station set up so clean yourself. You look terrible. Some of the men laughed at his expense. Yes sir. Gregorsz didn't want to leave her but food and a bath sounded like a welcome idea. The men were looking at he and the girl carrying the water together with teasing grins. Fleiszer ordered Korchinski to relieve him and Gregorsz put the stick down. The urge to look back at her was strong but he resisted as he walked away, not daring to risk anything happening to her.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

Elizabetta stood and grabbed one side of the stick in an attempt to help the man. She was a weaker bread, certainly, but she very rarely let that stop her. So, she hefted the buckets and walked forward, working hard to keep herself from buckling under the weight of the water. But, when there were so many men around, unfamiliar and dangerous, she couldn't afford for them to think of her as easy prey, ripe for the picking. Suddenly, a man started to speak to the one who was helping her carry the buckets and he had to stop. He put the stick down and she quickly did the same. But what about getting the water to my mother? She asked, speaking quickly, and loudly as he started to walk away. She hated it, but she felt helpless. If she were forced to carry them on her own, everyone would know exactly how weak she was. She would be at the mercy of the men all around her. Another man came and lifted a part of the stick, and she went back to her own hold. Together, they walked to her mother's tent, without a word said between them, though the man glanced at her on occasion. Put it down. Anyanka growled when she saw her daughter finally returning with a ma. Elizabetta indicated that it was time to do it by slowly putting her side down and the soldier got the hint by watching her, releasing his own side. He tipped his head in her direction, then offered a respectful signal to Anyanka before walking off. You were alone too long with those men, Elizabetta. They will try to take advantage of you if linger. She lectured, and Elizabetta nodded her head and looked down, taking the speech with a grain of salt. She doubted that she would be around all of them too much, but she knew she'd be sneaking out to go to the forest area that night.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

Washing the many, many uniforms was tiresome work for the duo. Their work seemed never ending, as they finished one load of work they only saw more hands bringing another load of uniforms for them to take care of. With all of that cleaning, she had to wonder if they would get their own cleaning done. There were so many men, all of them wearing the uniforms and dirtying them every day. Her own family would most likely never see such cleanliness while the group was around, maybe even as long as the war went. Finally, after what felt like a day, their work was done for the night. Mother and daughter quickly departed the tent, though they both felt eyes on them the entire time. They hurried from there into the house and quickly shut the door. Working with them all day hadn't done a thing to calm their nerves. While mother was concerned that someone would be sneaking in in the night to do something to her little girl, daughter was thinking about the woods, her eyes out the window as she looked for signs of her soldier. She knew it was not allowed, she shouldn't have even spoken to him for more than a moment to get the water. But there was just something about that man. He was different, better. He seemed to be different from the others, as if he could actually understand her soul, without her speaking. Oh, there was a good possibility that she could be wrong. She was taking a big chance by agreeing to meet the man after dark in such a private location. But she was excited. It was late, the sun had set and everyone was settled in for the night by the time to young woman had finally left her home, sneaking from the stairs, out the front door. there were some men still wandering about, watching the pretty girl hurry across the yard, knowing that they should keep their hands to themselves, but wishing desperately they didn't have to. Once inside of the wooded area, though it was dark, the young woman called out. Hello? She looked, attempting to find a face in the darkness.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

The young woman walked into the woods and took in the quiet, the peace that was all around. She used to love walking through there during the days when the work was done. It would be virtually impossible to do that, alone, with the army there, but maybe if she and this soldier got along she would find her way in there a few times. She heard the words and the footsteps coming toward her as she walked. Her was there. She recognized the voice because he had been the only one she'd spoken to at all. If she would have been cornered by one of the others, she wasn't sure what she would do. His outreached hand brushed along the top of her chest, making her pause quickly. Here. She spoke, though of course she didn't know too very much of his language. Since she knew their joint language skills were minimal, she knew that their meeting wasn't about words. Her own hand reached out to slide up his arm, letting him know that she really was there. And it felt nice to her, nice to touch someone who didn't look at her like some child, or someone that might fall ill at any moment. Her mother didn't even like having her outside for long. This time, he was just a man who seemed to want to know her.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

Perception of depth compromised, she was closer than he thought and he withdrew his hand quickly when he felt the fabric of her dress, only to feel her own hand take his and caress its way to his elbow. He could not resist the invite and pulled her close, embracing her gently, pressing her cheek to his chest, tension billowing out of his body and into the night air like steam. He let out a deep exhale and swayed on his feet with her. When the initial energy subsided and the moment came to release, he took in another breath and only regripped her, slightly tighter but beginning to feel the crush of her breasts took caution not to be overly sexual. At this time he could hear a devil in one ear telling him to lie her down in the soft grass and an angel in the other reminding him that she had a heart and feelings and that the touch that she possessed was at least equal if not more from her spirit and emotion than of her body and flesh. He wanted to say something but was at a complete loss for words. Even if he could formulate a thought, he had to make sure that it was not lost in translation. The creek trickled away soothingly in the dark. Gregorsz did not want to spoil the moment. Finally he released the embrace, keeping her close by the elbows. Her moonlit strays of hair formed a silhouette halo in the dark and the petite end of her nose shone faintly silver. Her arms were thin in his grasp and the fabric of her dress was soft on his fingers. The feel of her body against his, as gentle as it was, was enough for him to realize the substance of her round full breasts. She was all too feminine. What had he found? What treasure had found him? She was irresistible. He took her close a third time, wrapping his arms sweetly around her, feeling the knot of her braid as he cupped the back of her head in his palm to the sound of the water babbling past the boulder in the brook. She was heaven.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

For the young woman, the feeling of being in a man's arms was so very new and exciting. She could tell in the way he held her that he wanted her close, possibly wanted more of her. This wasn't something that she would forget, even if she tried the memory of his touch would be forever etched in her mind. Elizabeta looked up, trying to see the man when he pulled back and held her by the elbows, as if he were looking at her. The air pushed stray tendrils of her hair around, though it wasn't an action he could see. Before she knew it, and not soon enough for her liking, she was pulled into his embrace again. This time she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, putting herself closer to him, allowing her to feel the muscles that corded his neck and shoulders, her fingers lightly grazing the nape of his neck, caressing him without trying. It forced her to stand on her tiptoes, pressed against him so very nicely.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

He had not realized the depth of his tension until her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and even then the bottom could not be discerned. He was in sweet freefall. Tingling ripples soothed up the back of his neck and down his back and arms as she embraced him and a soft sigh escaped with a long exhale. There were no words but her body was saying yes and emphatically so, so much that the angel of conscience on his shoulder had no choice but to relent and allow the the crush of the young girl's bosom. Gregorsz couldn't help but extend his arms fully around the hollow of her back, lifting her to her toes and pressing her breasts flat against him. Even through his coat he could not ignore them nor the arousal that they caused. He felt the urge to pull back so that he could remove his coat and feel her closer but could not bring himself to break off the embrace. They stood in the moonlight cheek to cheek. Between her young soft skin and his recent shave the contact was blissfully smooth. He drew back slowly until the corners of their lips touched. Then sliding is fingers into her hair to cradle her head he planted the softest kiss upon her mouth.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

The young woman relished in the feeling of being in the man's arms. Never before had she been held like he held her then. He didn't fear that she would break at the tiniest bit of pressure, he seemed to keep her close as if he needed her very touch to survive, and she felt positive that she needed his. She wanted to stay close to him, to feel him, skin to skin. But she knew that he wasn't for her to keep, they could share passion, but not forever. When he pulled back, Elizabetta turned her head toward his, her eyes searching for his face. Before she could even catch a glimpse, his mouth landed on hers in her first kiss. Her breath caught in her throat and her arms tightened a bit more around his shoulders. Her lips returned the kiss, pressing against his softly, savoring the moment before she pulled back. I've never... That was nice. She said, fully aware that he couldn't understand all that she said, but unable to think of anything else. She wanted to kiss him again, wanted him to continue holding and kissing her.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

Her lips pressed to his own and her embrace tightened, accepting his affections. He wanted to taste her but then he felt her release. His hands dropped to her elbows, keeping her at arms length and feeling her soft breath on his neck. Gregorsz did not catch what she was trying to say but could tell by her tone that she was approving. He turned and led her slowly off the path and back to the fallen log. Reaching down to find it in the blackness, he sat, taking her by the waist and easing her down next to himself. A splish in the creek caught his attention. He held still for a moment and listened. There was nothing more. It must have been a fish feeding on a bug or perhaps a small frog going for a swim. It was a warm summer night and with his heart pumping the way that it was he felt the need to remove his coat and lay it next to him over the log. His right arm returned about her waist, while his left hand found her jaw and gently turn her head towards him, although even less moonlight made its way through the shadows off the path. You are the most beautiful thing that I can ever recall seeing, he told her as he caressed her cheek. The language barrier made it pointless to say anything more. Passion took over and his fingers traced down her slender neck to her collar. His tongue parted her lips.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

Being with this soldier was something very strange to her, but it was amazing. He kissed her, he touched her so nicely. He didn't push her to the floor and molest her, like she'd been warned of her entire life. The thought crossed her mind that if she didn't do as she was, he'd be doing that. But she didn't dwell on that, they were just enjoying each other's presence. When he sat them down, she looked around the black area, unable to really make anything out. The young woman had lived there her entire life, but right then everything was new to her right then. Maybe it was the feelings that washed over her that made it all seem new. He spoke, but she didn't know what he was saying. Beautiful was one that she knew. She'd learned Beautiful in quite a few different languages when hse was younger, dreaming that some foreign man would come and fall in love with her. She wished that this could end like that, but knew better. When he pulled her in for a kiss, the young woman moaned into his mouth, her lips parting and her tongue coming out to move along his, touching his, tasting him. She pressed closer to him, arms reaching up for him.
Thread: Iris and Warren (HiddenArtist & CharmSnake)

Iris and Warren HiddenArtist CharmSnake
Thread: Iris and Warren (HiddenArtist & CharmSnake)

Who were all these people at the bus stop? He could barely navigate the sidewalk. Then it clicked, September day about three o'clock. School just let out. The clamor of young voices confirmed this. They stood around everywhere oblivious to anyone who needed to get past. Some chatted, some smoked, some chatted while they smoked, flicking their ashes without a care where they landed. Some were immersed in their phones. It was a nice warm day, sunny enough for shades. There would not be many left before autumn set in and he seized the opportunity to travel light and not wear a jacket. A cigarette butt flicked in front of him and he stopped short not to mess up his shirt. Work permitted him casual license with his attire but he still needed to be presentable. His black dress shirt with copper pinstripes didn't need a cherry hole in it when he visited the next client. The shirt was classy but the open collar and the loose pair of jeans that it was tucked into made him casual. The black boots gave him an extra couple of inches and put him over six feet. He pushed back a wave of blonde hair, lowered his shades a moment and glanced over at the teen girl who had carelessly issued the burning projectile. She kept on gossiping to her friend without even acknowledging him. He shook his head and made his way through the crowd. The 217X lurched to a stop and the doors flapped open. The young throng started to funnel towards the entrance. He was caught in the tangle and was trying not to get his boots stepped on. Eventually he spotted a gap and stepped out. Out of the way loser! The raised voice turned his head. Some little Asian girl in a pink track top and yoga pants stared down from the bus steps with disdain. She reached down with a straight arm and shoved a taller girl in a worn hoodie in the chest, making room for her group to file past. Three more girls, two of them with backward-capped boyfriends in tow boarded laughing. The last girl, a blonde ponytailed pixie with the word 'Angel' spelled in sequins across her flat chest stopped and turned before she ascended. This is the express. No trailer trash allowed, she sneered as she held her boyfriend's hand. You'll have to catch the next one. Yea, get a date you carpet-licking dyke! the Asian girl called out to uproarious laughter. A shriveled old lady sitting on the bench behind them tisked.
Thread: Iris and Warren (HiddenArtist & CharmSnake)

Iris just wanted to get home. It had been a particularly brutal day, and she was just tired. The relief she felt when the bus showed up was short-lived, though. She barely got one foot on the bus when Lindsey shoved her back, causing her to stumble a bit as she caught her footing and Lindsey's clique of cruelty boarded the bus. She didn't even bother wincing as Carla called her trailer trash, it was something she'd heard for as long as she'd been alive. Nothing new there. But the idea of having to wait for the next bus was... very unappealing. She just wanted to be home, away from the cruelty of her classmates. She had two options. Either she got on the bus anyways and listened to their continued torment the entire way to her home, or she stayed and listened to them call her a loser with no spine for silently doing as they said. She was just emotionally exhausted, though. It was even before her first class that they sent her books sprawling across the floor she didn't get her lunch because they knocked her tray over after she paid for her food - and then made her clean it up - and in gym she got a tennis ball to the back of her head. She wasn't going to be able to deal with another 5 minutes of those girls, let alone a half hour. It only took her a moment to decide she wasn't going to just sit and wait for the next bus either. Yes, she was tired, but she couldn't risk another minute of their harassment. So, shrugging up the hood of her hoodie, she began her hike home. She wished she had music... she loved music... but her parents couldn't afford to buy her an mp3 player or any music to go with it. Instead she had only the sound of Lindsey's clan's laughter and the traffic to greet her.
Thread: Iris and Warren (HiddenArtist & CharmSnake)

Boys will be boys but girls were vicious. The victim of their torment took a step back in hesitant contemplation, and when it was apparent that she was not immediately getting on, another half-dozen commmuters squeezed past and boarded. Then the driver shut the doors abruptly and the bus rolled away from the curb. If she hadn't made her decision by then it had just been made for her. Slut! the skinny angel girl yelled out from a rear window on the bus as it joined the traffic. Back on the sidewalk, the girl lifted her hood to shroud her face and with forehead tilted downward, slowly stepped his way. Her clothes were basic and well worn. With her locks of dark hair protruding from the hood past her cheeks and down her chest she cut a sad image, a lonely inner pain soldiering on. She didn't seem to notice him until he spoke. Sluts would have no trouble finding dates, he reasoned facetiously. They gotta pick one or the other. Was it too much sarcasm from a complete stranger? It would probably freak her out, but he'd just witnessed something so juvenile that he had to speak.
Thread: Iris and Warren (HiddenArtist & CharmSnake)

Tensing slightly from the last-minute insult, Iris showed no other reaction to the girl's words. She just kept her eyes on the ground in front of her and did her best to ignore everything. Wrapping her arms around herself, she almost didn't even notice the guy standing nearby until she heard him speak. Casting the briefest of glances towards him, she didn't stop in her movement, just kept moving forward. She didn't recognize him, so he wasn't one of her typical tormentors, but she still doubted that his words were meant to insult them rather than her. She wasn't sure whether she was going to reply or not, she was exhausted and just not in the mood, but found herself opening her mouth anyways. I don't think that's crossed their minds. This way they get the best of both worlds. She commented dryly, still not even looking at him as she moved past the man. Her arms tightened around herself, wondering if he would stay there or follow her to continue her torment. With her luck? He'd follow to harass her some more