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REBEL REBEL

Title: Rebel Rebel

Fandom: Stripes

Pairing: Russell Ziskey x OFC

Summary: Before he enlists, Russell Ziskey has an amazing one-night stand and wakes up alone. To his surprise, 18 months later, she interviews him and John about their rescue and doesn't seem to remember him at all.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing, sexual jokes, smoking (cigarettes and pot), PIV protected sex, oral (male and female receiving)

Word Count: 5,641

Author’s Note: What can I say? I adore Harold Ramis and have it bad for Russell. I cooked up this fun little one-shot and had a blast with this couple. It's strictly from Russell's third-person POV which I usually don't do. I don't know anything about the army so if the promotions are inaccurate, I don't care. Also, yes, I know Lance Link Secret Chimp was on 10 years before Stripes, but it's too funny not to mention. Title from the David Bowie song. Graphic by me. Please enjoy and leave kudos, comments and the like if you did.

AO3

With a sharp turn out of the classroom, Russell Ziskey’s chest hits something solid. Well, rather, someone.

“Shit.” A quiet, husky voice mutters.

He looks down to see the voice belongs to a petite brunette woman with a long French braid. The top of her head meets his shoulder.

She looks professional but young as if she isn’t quite used to being out of the university setting.

“I’m sorry.” Russell steps back with his hands out.

“No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” She gestures behind her. “I just saw two guys singing ‘Da Doo Ron Ron’ with Eastern European accents.”

“What now?” He blinks.

“You know? The Shaun Cassidy song?” She tilts her head. She sings the chorus a little and her voice is sweet.

“Really? Wonder where they learned that.” Russell clears his throat and looks off.

“It was kinda funny.” She laughs and shakes her head. Man, she has a stunning smile. “Sorry for running into you.”

“It’s okay.”

Before she can walk off, he sidles up to her. He never sees any women this pretty around here. He’d let her bump into him any day of the week.

“I gotta say your English is great. I don’t think you need lessons.” He cracks a smile.

“I’m here to teach.” She smirks and keeps walking.

“That’s very altruistic of you.” It’s very easy to keep up with her short quick strides.

“Hardly. Saving up for a move.” She peers down at her application. “You teach here?”

“Yeah. Just started.” He rubs his hand across his jaw. “Russell Ziskey.”

“Adelaide Glaser.” She keeps hold of her paper. “Bet you got picked last for all the sports in gym class.”

“What makes you think I’m not a former All-American?” He cocks a dark eyebrow.

“Z. Last letter of the alphabet.” She looks up, amused.

“Oh, you’re gonna be a great teacher.” He chuckles when she scrunches her nose at him.

They make it to the end of the hallway where she gives it to the office. The secretary takes it and hands her a schedule.

“You start Thursday.”

“Thank you.”

He trails behind her, not too sure what to say. She stops walking.

“Did you need something?” She peers up at Russell with big brown eyes.

“What’re you doing tonight?” He rests his arm against the wall trying to seem casual.

“The usual.” She deadpans. “Blowing guys at the bus station.”

Russell nearly snorts. She just lifts her eyebrows. She looks very innocent, but she’s got a mouth on her.

“This must be some move.”

“The rent in New York is brutal.”

“Can I take you out tonight?”

She studies him, letting her eyes rove over him.

“I’m very attached to my spleen.”

His brows knit together.

“But you don’t look like a killer.”

“I promise if we go out all your organs will remain intact. And your knees get to rest for the night.”

She laughs again and Russell can’t help but smile. She pulls a notebook out of her purse, jots down her number, and hands it to him.

“You know the alphabet and you have great penmanship. You’ve got this in the bag.”

She lifts her eyebrows again with amusement. “How does 8 sound?”

“8 is good.” He looks at the clock on the wall. “I gotta get back to teaching, but I’ll see you tonight, Adelaide.”

“See ya, Russell.” She rolls her R a bit and walks away.

After work, Russell leaves John a message canceling their plans before he calls Adelaide. Her roommate Paula answers and hands the phone off. They agree to meet at a bar. He’s willing to pick her up, but she declines.

The bar is crowded and noisy. It’s practically impossible to hear each other. Russell believes his choice might’ve been a bust.

“Why are you moving?” He feels like he’s screaming.

“I love you.” He knows that’s not what she said. So, he leans closer and inhales the warm scent of her perfume. She brings her mouth up to his ear. “I love news. Got an office job working for a local station.”

Russell nods with relief. He didn’t think she seemed clingy or attached, but he had been wrong before. Her face is inches from his now and he could kiss her so easily. He likes the wine-colored lipstick on her mouth. Fuck, those eyes are looking up at him with a challenge. Before he can make a move, someone yells and a body hits the floor.

The body pops back up and a full-on fight breaks out. Adelaide looks at him and jerks her head to the door. There’s no need to stick around for this. Russell throws cash on the bar and follows her before she disappears into the crowd.

The cold air hits his face the minute they step outside. She adjusts her black peacoat and blue scarf. He lifts her braid up so it doesn’t get caught.

“Thanks.” She digs in her purse for a cigarette.

“Good call getting out of there.” He looks back at the window before another body gets slammed into it.

“Let’s keep walking.” She chuckles and gives up on her purse searching.

“Mmm, yeah.” Russell nods.

They keep walking until she sees a 24-hour diner.

“Too low rent for you?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Not at all.” He smirks.

She checks for traffic before jogging across the street and he joins her.

The diner has a lot of customers, but nothing compared to the bar. They get a booth after he tries to suggest the counter and she just points to her short legs. They’re short, but killer in her black tights, but Russell doesn’t say that.

She gets pancakes and he orders a burger. The only downside is that the diner does not serve alcohol. She looks at the television hanging above the counter.

“Think you’d ever do that?” She nods to the army commercial.

“I’m a little old for it.” He looks at the television and back at her. “Would you?”

“I’m more of a pacifist.” She shrugs.

“Oh, I see, Yoko.”

“They’re just trying to help. Could use a little more peace.“

“And they stay in bed all day.”

She shakes her head, but he sees a small smile tugging on the corner of her mouth

“So, what do you do besides teaching immigrants how to sing and swear?”

“Hey, that wasn’t me.” He looks down at his plate.

“You have a tell when you lie.” She leans forward.

“What?” He tilts his head.

“My dad’s a shrink. Makes me a good poker player.” She muses. “You break eye contact when you lie. It’s common.”

“That would be really creepy if you weren’t incredibly hot.” Russell laughs.

“But I’m good?” She raises her eyebrows and lifts her chin. “I can carry it off?”

“Absolutely.” He smiles, locking eyes with her.

“So, I’m an aspiring journalist, you’re…” She gestures from herself to him.

“Tarzan?” He squints then chuckles. “I don’t really know. Followed a friend here after college from Chicago. See what happens.”

“Midwestern Jewish boy.” She teases.

“Hey, I grew up in the city.”

“It’s why you’re so tough.”

“Obviously.” He arches an eyebrow. “So, Glaser? You part of the tribe?”

“Yes, yes, I am. Not that I’m religious or anything.”

“Me neither. Our mothers must be very disappointed.”

“I'm sure they are.” She muses.

When they’re done, Russell opens his wallet and Adelaide puts her hand on his.

“I can pay. I’m a very cheap date. Pancakes and a coke.”

“That’s why you should let me pay. I was willing to shell out more.”

“Oh yeah? How much?”

“For a classy chick like you? Steak dinner, at least.”

“Gotta make it my while for missing out on the bus station.”

“Exactly.” He pays and they walk to the exit.

He opens the door for her.

“Who said chivalry is dead?” She applauds.

“I do my best.” He smiles. It didn’t really feel like a date. Yes, he is very attracted to her and he knows she likes him, but he didn’t feel the need to try to put on a front. She’d see through it anyway.

“So, it’s almost ten. What are you normally doing right now?” She asks. “And don’t lie. I’ll know if you do.”

“Probably be a little buzzed from the bar, go home, get high, and watch Lance Link Secret Chimp.”

Her brown eyes widen. “Okay, you’re making that last part up. That’s not a thing.”

“It is! It’s a secret agent and he’s a chimp and they dub his voice. It’s for kids, but it’s fucking crazy. They show it before the channels go off.” He puts his hands up.

“This better not be a ploy to get me to your apartment.” She narrows her eyes.

“Have a little faith. Besides, baby, if it was, it’d be a little better than a monkey spy.”

They walk back to his car and he drives to his place. She follows him up the stairs.

“Are you feeling safe about your spleen and other organs?”

“I am.” She grins at him and he can’t help but grin back. He really likes this girl.

She follows him inside to the couch where he flips on the television. True to his word, there’s a chimpanzee with a gun and another in a wig. It’s ridiculous.

“You want a nightcap?” He offers.

“I’m pretty sure you mentioned getting high.” She opens her coat and throws it over the arm of the couch.

His eyes move over her form-fitting green sweater and black skirt. Her hips are curvier than he originally noticed. He stops staring at her and rolls a joint. He lights it, inhales, and hands it to her. She inhales much more deeply than he expects before giving it back.

Ten minutes later, the joint is smoldering in the ashtray, the chimp in the wig yells for Lance, and Russell’s on the floor of his apartment hovering over Adelaide. She takes the hand on her hip and places it higher on her breast. She moans as he spreads his long fingers to knead the soft flesh through her sweater. She’s heaven. He pulls back.

“No.” She murmurs chasing his lips.

“No?” He looks at her.

“Yes.”

He lifts his hands and she sighs. She shakes her head trying to get her thoughts straight.

“I mean, I don’t want you to stop kissing me.”

“I don’t either. I just think we should get off the floor. “ He gets to his feet and swoops her up before she says anything. Her legs squeeze his waist. “Kinda got a roach problem.”

“Ahh, did they lure you in with cheap rent?”

“Mhmm.” He kisses her again.

“Are there any in your bedroom?” Her arms wind around the back of his neck.

“None.”

“We should probably go in there, huh?”

“Yes, we should.”

She rubs herself against the growing hardness on his thigh and he nearly bolts into his bedroom. He takes off his glasses and sets them on the nightstand while she tugs her sweater over her head. He shrugs off his sweater and throws it somewhere in his room. She pulls him to her by his belt buckle and kisses him. He shucks his pants down and kicks them off. Before she touches her tights, he stops her.

“I wanna do that.”

“Oh?”

She lays back on the mattress while he kneels on it and tugs her gently to him by the ankle.

“You have great legs.”

“They’re short.”

“Still great.”

He rolls the waistband down and kisses her stomach holding himself over her. She sighs, closing her eyes. He peels the fabric down kissing every newly exposed inch of skin until they’re off. She looks at him, breathless. She smiles at the tent in his boxers and opens her legs a little wider.

She gasps as he mouths at the fabric before pulling her underwear off. He groans and shoves his head further between her thighs. She’s gripping onto his thick curly hair and moans his name. She laughs, almost giddy. He eases in two fingers and her back arches off the bed.

“That good for you?” He pants creating a steady rhythm.

“Yes—oh!” Her hand hits the mattress.

His mouth latches onto her and she whimpers. “Don’t stop. Please. Please. Russell, please.”

She’s rocketing towards her peak, legs trembling around his head. She looks fantastic like this. Every sound makes him want to shove his hips into the mattress for some kind of relief. She barely recovers when she surges forward and pushes him back against the pillows.

“Condoms?” She unhooks her bra and tosses it.

“Top drawer.” Russell chokes out, head spinning.

He hears the foil tear and bucks his hips when she grabs him. He hears her whine and looks to see her dipping her fingers in between her legs. She runs her glistening hand over him in a few strokes. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

Her hands seek purchase on his shoulders as she rocks down on him. He lets out a strangled gasp of her name, bottoming out.

“Fuck.”

“Mmm, you feel good too.” She smiles at him.

Adelaide moves slowly at first like she’s getting used to him. Russell bucks his hips and she moans. She looks down at him and circles her hips.

“Shit.” He didn’t realize it was a competition, but now he wants to win.

It’s a battle for dominance as their bodies find a rhythm. She’s absolutely wild pushing him further and further. It’s incredible. It’s never been like this. Her body goes rigid and he knows she’s close. His thumb plucks that little nub over and over until she shatters. He rolls her over slamming his hips harder. He hitches her leg higher up his back chasing his own high now. It’s muggy and sweaty in his tiny bedroom but all he can think about how tight she’s gripping him and the way her nails dig into his back. He yells her name and collapses on her in a sweaty, tangled heap. Fuck, that was the best he’s ever had.

Russell pulls out of her and gets rid of the condom in the trash.

“Bathroom?” She asks.

“In there.” He points to the door.

When she comes back, he sees how messy and tangled her braid is now. It’s barely together and her beautiful face is flushed and pink. He leans over and kisses her.

“Glad you asked me out.” She whispers against his mouth.

“Glad you said yes.” He smirks.

In the morning, Russell opens his eyes to find himself alone in the bed. It surprises him because he thought they had a great time, twice. He had only dozed off for an hour when she asked him if she could return the favor and show him how well she used her mouth. He remembers her getting back into bed and he didn’t tell her she had to leave, but either way, she was gone.

18 months later

Russell checks his watch. He and John are meeting a reporter to talk more about the Czechoslovakia rescue and the EM-50. They made the army look good and they wanted to seize the opportunity to catch up with their media darlings. They aren’t late but Russell wants this over as soon as possible. He really can’t talk about it anymore especially since the Army’s story was a lot smoother than what actually happened. After a well-deserved promotion, Louise had been reassigned to Spain and called it quits with Russell. She was much more interested in work than him and that was fine. Stella is somewhere in Italy without John. There were really no hard feelings. At least they’ll always have basic training and General Barnicke’s house. The newly single men are waiting in a hotel in Switzerland for a reporter.

The cameramen walk through first and greet them. They seem nice enough.

“Addie should be right behind us.” The one called Eric tells them.

As if on cue, she walks in. Her brown hair is curled and reaches her shoulders. Makeup defines her large dark eyes and a nude lipstick outlines her mouth. She looked like a regular college student before and now she looked like, well, a reporter.

“Addie Glaser.” She gives a polite smile to both of them. It hasn’t been a long time, but she looks older now. Not in a bad way. Perhaps, it’s the professional pantsuit, the perfect hair, and makeup.

“John Winger and Russell Ziskey. Privates First Class.” John gestures to himself then Russell.

Russell stares at her, watching for any sign of recognition, but she doesn’t give any. She gave him a polite smile with still no indication that she knows who he is and what they’d done together. He didn’t imagine it. He had the scratches on his back to prove it. It’s not like he’s been holding out for her or anything. He’s an adult and he moved on, but even a wink would be nice.

“So, I don’t see the piece taking more than a few hours. I have the questions here if you’d like to review them. The military often does. We’re really just checking in on the both of you.” She explains sliding a piece of paper over to them. Russell just blinks owlishly at her from behind his thick glasses.

“Sure, sounds good.” John gives her a smile. She simply nods.

“We need to do a bit of scouting, so if it’s okay I thought you could read the questions and we find a good location to talk?” She suggests. Her voice sounds huskier. Maybe it always was.

John nods and watches her walk away. He lets out a low whistle.

“She’s definitely made for the camera.” He looks back when Russell doesn’t say anything. “What? Hey, you okay?”

“That’s her!”

“Yes, she is the reporter.”

“No, remember back in Kentucky, I told you I had a date with this awesome girl, and the next morning she was gone?”

“Um, I’m gonna be honest, no.”

“We met at the center teaching English. She was moving to New York—”

“Wait, the dream girl you ditched me for? No. We decided you smoked too much pot that night and made her up.” John shakes his head.

“I didn’t though. It was her. Adelaide Glaser.”

“C’mon before Louise when did you have a chance with makin' it with a classy chick like that?” John shoots him a skeptical glance.

“She looks classy but she’s got a filthy, filthy talented mouth.” Russell sighs. He can’t start thinking down that road. It was dangerous.

“Little Miss Wake Up Cincinnati is Bus Station Blowjob Girl?” John laughs.

“She was kidding but yes that’s her. I swear. Those eyes. That voice. I didn’t make her up.” Russell puts his hand on his buddy’s shoulder and looks in his eyes.

“Huh. Say I believe you. You gonna say anything?” His blue eyes narrow.

“Well, she didn’t.” He shrugs.

“What’s she supposed to say, Russ? Hi, I’m here for the interview. Here are my questions. Ps. Remember when I sat on your face? Not very professional.” John scoffs.

“I should’ve never given you so many details.” Russell scratches the back of his neck.

“Just play it cool.” John pats him on the chest.

They skim her questions and cross off the ones that might give away a little too much. Adelaide returns.

“There’s a little study. I talked to the manager and he said we can shoot it there.” She points behind her.

“You speak German?” John asks.

“Yeah, but it’s not as good as my French.” She shrugs.

John looks back at Russell with raised eyebrows.

She sits them in front of the alcove and lets her crew get settled.

“Do you come to Switzerland often?” She crosses her legs. Her tailored trousers sit well on her hips. God, she looks good.

“Occasionally. We move all around Europe.” John answers. “How about you?”

“I work out of the London office, mostly, but they send me wherever they want.” She opens a bag and dusts her face with light powder. She offers it to them and they shake their heads. “Yeah, shine shouldn’t be too much of an issue for you two.”

“We went through your questions and there’s a few we won’t be able to answer. For national security.” John hands her back the paper.

Her eyes roam over it and she chuckles.

“Well, I didn’t think you would, but thought I’d try.”

The cameras start rolling.

“Good afternoon, I’m Addie Glaser and I’m here with two American heroes, John Winger and Russell Ziskey. Privates First Class. Right out of basic training, they were assigned to watch over new technology. They didn’t know they’d be using it to launch a full rescue of their unit. We’re here to find out more about their remarkable story.”

The camera operator calls cut and Adelaide brushes her bangs from her eyes.

“Okay, Addie. That’s good for now.” Eric tells her.

“If I go to too fast, please let me know. Otherwise, we’ll just go through the questions as listed.” She explains.

“Why was your unit picked to protect the EM-50?”

“The higher-ups felt we showed initiative when our drill sergeant was injured and completed our training by ourselves,” John answers, his voice as smooth as silk.

“So, you weren’t officially trained?”

“No, no, we were.” Russell steps in. “They just recognized that we had the kind of drive they needed for the project.”

She watches him but he stares at a spot behind her.

“Interesting. You were brought to Italy, correct?”

They nodded.

“We were reunited with our original drill sergeant.” Russell answers.

“That would be Sergeant Hulka?” She looks down at her notes, knowing the camera is on them.

“Yes.” Russell nods.

“And how long were you on the project before the incident happened?” She tilts her head slightly.

“A week or so,” John replies.

“You really enjoy baptism by fire, hmm?” Adelaide lifts her eyebrows.

“We just naturally have that instinct to go all in.” John puffs out his chest.

“Why were you in Germany if the project was stationed in Italy?”

John and Russell look at each other. Russell leans forward.

“Since she, the EM-50, was so new, they felt she needed a test in friendly territory.”

“You mean West Berlin. There was no intention to go to East Berlin?”

“No, never.” Russell clears his throat.

They pause to let the cameras adjust and she looks over her notes.

“Okay, since you can’t say why your unit was in Czechoslovakia, we’re just gonna pick up with the rescue, yeah?”

They nod, silently. Russell hopes she’s buying what they’re selling. He can’t really tell since she seems so pleasant. That could just be for the cameras or he’s nervous for no reason. Her crew says something to her and she frowns.

“What’s wrong?” Russell can’t help but ask.

“Equipment issue. I’m sorry.” She shoots a look at the cameraman who bows his head.

Adelaide grabs her purse and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. She offers them to John and Russell who shake their heads. She lights up and blows the smoke out of her mouth.

“How long have you been a reporter?” John asks.

“About seven months. When they found out I could speak multiple languages and look half decent on camera, they sent me to Europe.” Her tongue wets her lower lip and Russell stares.

“I’d say more than half-decent.” Russell clears his throat. John’s eyes widen “Y-You look really nice.”

“Thanks.” She takes another drag of the cigarette. She’s really acting like she doesn’t know him. He thought she had been amazing. Was he that forgettable? Did some guy in New York completely erase him from her memory?

Her eyes flick over to him and he raises his brow.

“Have you been stationed in Europe long?” She looks at both of them.

“Yeah. We only left for the medal ceremony.” John answers.

“What kind of medals?” She leans forward and Russell takes the bait. He removes the medal from his uniform and hands it to her. She inspects it in her small palm.

“Valor, huh? I didn’t know they gave those out right now.” She hands it back and Russell feels the heat move down the back of his neck.

“What do you mean?” He swallows hard.

“Well, we’re not officially in a war with Russia.” She puts out her cigarette.

“It’s more for helping our fellow man. We didn’t really engage with the Russians. In an official…battle.” John straightens up.

She hums and turns her attention back to her crew. John and Russell look at each other. At least the cameras are off right now. It takes about an hour for them to fix the equipment and they have to reshoot everything. She keeps things upbeat and asks if they were scared or nervous. How lucky they were to be so close when their friends happened upon the wrong place at the wrong time. John got to peacock his own bravery and Russell speaks vaguely to the capabilities of the EM-50.

“Now, two female military police officers had been with you, yes?”

“Yes. Corporals Cooper and Hansen.”

“And you’re both involved with them?”

“No. Not anymore. We’re all just really dedicated to our work and they’re fantastic soldiers. I’m sure they’ll continue to do great things.” Russell answers truthfully.

Adelaide’s face stays stoic as she nods.

“Kicking off your military careers with such a bang, it’ll be interesting to see how you two continue to serve our country. Thank you for your time, gentlemen, and thank you for your service. I'm Addie Glaser here in Switzerland.” She smiles at the camera. “Back to you, New York.”

She unclips her lavalier microphone and helps the crew pack up. Russell and John lend a hand. By the time they’re ready to move the equipment back out to the van, they see they’re surrounded by thick white snow.

“Fuck.” Adelaide growls. They’re definitely not leaving now. She huffs and goes back inside. She explains the situation to the manager who told her she did not see any snow in the forecast and that they were welcome to any of their open rooms. Adelaide hands over her credit card for three rooms.

Russell and John help them bring the equipment up to the rooms.

“Now’s your chance.” John nudges him in the ribs.

Russell glares at him before walking over to her. “Since you’re stuck here cause of us, can we treat you to dinner?”

“It’s fine. Thank you though.”

“Not even a steak dinner?”

Her dark eyes glitter. Does she remember after all?

“How bout a drink?”

“Now you’re talking.”

They make it down to the little restaurant inside the hotel. Everyone eats together, but after a while, the camera crew heads up to their rooms and John takes a taxi back to the base. It’s only Russell and Adelaide left in a cozy corner by a fireplace. She holds her whiskey in her hand. They’ve been tiptoeing around each other for the last half hour. He’s hoping to get to the truth.

“Wanna play 20 questions?” He arches an eyebrow.

“I used all of mine.” She sips her drink.

“You’re Addie, now?”

“They said Adelaide sounded like an old lady.”

They both laugh.

“Well, I got another.” His fingers drum on the glass.

“Shoot.”

“Why are you pretending like we’re strangers?”

She lets out a long sigh before answering. “Because I’m here to do my job. I don’t need everyone at the station knowing I fucked the cute soldier.”

“Cute, huh?” He tilts his head. He can’t really blame her for wanting to keep everything above board in front of her coworkers.

“Shut up. You already know you’re cute.” She rolls her eyes.

“Why did you leave?” He looks at her seriously.

“Did you really want me to stay?” She shifts in her seat.

“Really. Why did you leave? I thought we had a good time.”

“We had a great time. But I was leaving for New York in a few months.” She crosses her legs. “And—it doesn’t matter.”

He lifts his eyebrows. “What?”

“You were fun but you were also a mess. No real job. The cockroach apartment?”

“Okay, can’t argue with that.” He sighs. “But I did like you.”

“Not enough to call.” She shrugs. "And when I went back to the center, they said you'd left without notice."

“Touche.” He brings his glass to his lips.

“I do have a question.”

“What?”

“What really happened on that rescue?”

“Exactly what we said.” He looks away from her.

“Don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining.”

Russell laughs. “You’re so charming.”

“I mean it.”

“It’s classified.”

“You’re lying again.”

He shakes his head. He’s drunk and very attracted to her. He should’ve left with John. The words spill out of his mouth before he can stop them. The weekend trip with the girls. Stillman coming after them and taking the wrong turn. All of it.

“I knew it.” She smiles, satisfied.

Russell sighs and buries his head in his hands. He should’ve kept his mouth shut.

To his surprise, two weeks later when the piece airs, it’s exactly what they filmed. He holds his breath when she mentions the rescue but she sticks to their story. The next day he calls her station, explains who he is, and asks for her number. They give it to him. She picks up on the second ring.

“Hey, Addie. It’s Russell. Russell Ziskey.”

“You finally called. How’d you get the number?” She sounds more amused than upset.

“Your station.”

“Wow. They’re just handing it out to anyone.”

“Hey, I’m an American hero and they liked my interview.”

She laughs on the other end. He really likes her laugh and presses his face into the wall. He’s got it bad.

“What can I do for you, Private Ziskey?”

“Why didn’t you tell everyone what happened? About the rescue? I didn’t say it was off the record.”

“Please, you were drunk.” She scoffs. “Besides, I just wanted to know if I was right. I didn’t actually wanna burn you.”

“You little minx.”

She laughs again.

“Listen…” He takes another deep breath. “I’m gonna be in London in two weeks and I owe you a steak dinner. Can I take you out?”

“Sure, why not?”

The date is much more adult than their first. He’s wearing a sports coat and she has on a burgundy dress. The restaurant has cloth napkins and a coat check room.

“I didn’t mean to blow you off at the interview.” She says after dessert. “No one takes me seriously. They think I got the assignment cause I’m a pretty face. Tom and Eric, especially.”

“Fuck ‘em. You’re a good reporter and you know it.”

“Thanks.” She smiles and takes a sip of her wine. “When I heard about the whole rescue, I'll admit I was impressed.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I read what I could find on that EM-50 and it’s pretty technical. You understand all that?”

“I do. I know her like the back of my hand.”

“And I already know what you can do with your hand.”

In a blink, they’re back at her apartment and she’s riding him on her sofa. He barely got his jacket off.

“How’d you, uh, how’d you have the condoms ready?” He pants.

“You think I’m gonna see your sexy ass again and not fuck you?” She rolls her hips.

“Fuck, Addie.” He gasps. “You’re so good at this.”

“Mmm. Thanks for the feedback.” She chuckles, breathless. “So are you, Russ.”

Russell wraps his hand around the nape of her neck and captures her mouth in a kiss. His other hand disappears between her legs. She whines.

“Oh, oh, god, I’m right there! Russell!” She cries out and shudders on top of him.

He buries his face in her neck and follows after a few thrusts. She smiles at him, winded. She runs her hands down his face and kisses him.

“You really thought I forgot you?”

“Almost.”

She runs her pointer finger down the slope of his nose. “Silly man.” She kisses him again before getting off his lap.

“Hey, where are you going?” He asks, watching her stand up.

“To the bathroom. This is my apartment, remember?” She laughs.

Russell gives her a dimpled smile and rubs the back of his neck.

“Now, take your clothes off and get in the bedroom.” She nods towards the door.

He doesn’t need telling twice. “Yes, ma’am.”

A year later

WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENTS

In a traditional Jewish ceremony, SPC Russell Ziskey (US ARMY), 38, married Adelaide Glaser, 27, fresh off her hiring from BBC News as their new travel correspondent. A small reception will be held on Saturday with family and friends. Best wishes to the happy couple.

The sun creeps in through the soft white curtains in their Parisian honeymoon suite. Adelaide looks down at her new husband. He’s fast asleep. She plants a hand on the mattress and shoves off. She gets to her feet but feels a tug on her wrist. It’s Russell’s large hand.

“No. Stay.” He mumbles, voice hoarse from sleep.

“Wow.” She chuckles. “That first night really did a number on you, huh?”

She crawls back over to him and places a knee on either side of his body. He nods.

“Ooh, my poor baby.” She cups his face with her hands.

“I’m very traumatized.” He smiles, dimples blooming.

She leans down and places delicate kisses on his forehead, cheekbones, and nose. Her hand cards through his thick, soft brown hair and he sighs, closing his eyes at her touch.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, Mr. Ziskey.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Ziskey.”

#stripes 1981 #russell ziskey #oc: adelaide glaser #russell ziskey x ofc #fan fic

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