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=The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare=

=Plus a Woman or Two=

=Chapter 3=

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Once the dust of the new arrival had settled, the men were outside tending to the ship as they hit a bout of harsh winds. Looking through your bag for the twentieth time you sighed as you came to the realization. Now in a pair of brown pants held up by a pair of suspenders set atop a light blue button up your bare feet slapped against the deck as you walked past all the men who gave you sideways looks coming to stop in front of your brother who was tending to some ropes. ”We have a problem,” you announced, pocketing your hands. ”What is it?” Gus asked, slightly concerned. ”I haven’t any boots,” you stated. He frowned, looking down to your bare feet that you wriggled. ”You didn’t bring any with you?” he asked. ”I did. Quit a nice pair, actually. Couldn’t swim in them, though. The flight suit was doing wonders to try and drown me,” you explained. ”So why not take the flight suit off?” he asked. ”Well, that would mean I would arrive on deck with nothing but my skivvies. While I’m sure the gents would have enjoyed that I dought you would have,” you explained. ”I much prefer the flight suit actually,” Lassen’s comment earned a glare from Gus, making him chuckle. A smirk pulled at your lips as you looked back at Lassen who simply smiled. ”I would prefer the skivvies,” Freddy pipped in. ”Shut it Freddy,” Gus ordered. ”Yes sir,” Freddy smiled.

”Any of you boys have a spare pair?” Gus asked. Shortly after, Lassen placed a pair of boots in front of you. You propped an eyebrow, looking up at the smiling Swed. ”While I greatly appreciate the offer,” you picked up the boot that almost dwarfed the size of your head. “I’m more likely to drown in this boot than I was the sea,” you finished. ”Well it’s the only spare pair we have,” Gus said, taking the other. ”There are the best boots on the market,” Lassen boasted. ”How so? Made of special squirrel leather?” you asked. ”Yes, how did you know?” Lassen quick response to your quip had you smiling. A smile he found dangerously contagious. ”I could make it work. But I’ve had to gut the poor buggers. I’d hate to ruin such a good pair of boots,” you said. ”Please, think of it as a gift. A welcome to the team,” Lassen stated with a shrug. In spite of his statement he looked reminiscent on the pair of boots. ”Ah of course. Welcome to the team. Now let me cut up a pair of boots you clearly have some attachment to,” you took the boot from your brother holding them out to Lassen. ”I grew up running barefoot through the shire. I’ll be fine until we acquire another pair,” you gave a thankful nod and a kind smile. ”I insist,” he shock his head pleasantly surprised at your kind gesture. ”So do I,” you said. With a huff, he smile tilting his head to the side. ”Then I suppose we are at a standstill,” he said. ”It seems we are,” you sighed. ”Only difference is, when I’m stood at a stand still I never back down,” you finished pulling the boots back to you starting to fiddle with the laces. ”Neither do I,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. The poor shirt he was wearing strained at the flex of his muscles. You hummed as you took in the apple assortments of such he had. ”What ever shall we do then?” you questioned. ”Please Ma’am. No lady should be walking around bare foot while a man stands booted beside her,” he explained. You chuckled at the address. ”Listen closely, boys. Ma’am is not something I like to be called. You can call me Pat. Patsy, Patience. Miss or lad. Anything but Ma’am,” you beckoned Lassen down. He frowned but obeyed, leaning down. ”Good las,” you smiled, slinging the boots you tied together by the laces around his neck. Giving his cheek a little pat you smirked before moving away. He paused a wide smile spreading across his face as he straightened up to watch you walk away. ”Also,” you stated, pulling your sniper out of its case. Sliding a magazine into it, you cocked the gun. “We have a large ship off the starboard side,” you said, resting your gun on the roof of the control room. The boys instantly moved to examine it, squinting through the sun. You leaned down, looking through the scope. Seeing the nazi symbol you tisked. ”And they don’t look friendly,” you stated. ”What are we looking at, Patsy?” Gus asked. ”A problem,” you admitted honestly. You took in the large turret gun. “A rather like one at that,” you continued. ”Possibility of being blown to bits at the first sign of aggression?” Gus asked. ”100% Gusly,” you said, looking up from the scope. ”Right well. Hasey how’s your Swedish?” Gus asked. ”Non existing sir,” Hasey admitted. “Accent?” you asked. ”Only the one I was born widh,” he said. ”Right Hasey hidden below deck. Well stay up here, Pat you hide that gun of yours until the times right,” Gus said. ”You know I’m a terrible shot close distance brother,” you said. ”How does that work?” Hasey asked. ”Well the closer someone gets to me, the better the chance of my bullet misses,” you explained. ”You could hide down below,” Gus suggested. You chuckled amused by the suggestion. ”And miss a chance to gut a Nazi?” you laughed, shaking your head. ”Right then. Freddy,” Gus finalized, turning to Freddy with a grin. ”You're going for a swim,”

You watched the small little boat filled with Nazi solider’s trudge up to the boat. ”Stay safe Pat,” he whispered. ”Never,” you grinned. It was always your saying. Every time before you were about to go into something dangerous, he would say it. And you would respond the same way. The small boat pulled up to the side and in it stood a small little angry german. Lassen waited by the opening with his hands on his hips. There was a stale air as you waited. ”Where do you sail from?” from his little wings on his shoulders you assumed he was a Major asked in German. “Er, Sweden,” Lassen’s demeanor seemed to do a complete turn as he played the part of innocent little fisher. ”Do you speak the English?” the Major asked. ”I’m... I’m... Swedish but I speak a little English,” Lassen said. ”We’re coming on board,” The Major stated. They quickly filed onto the vessel the Major ordering the boat to be searched. ”All are welcome. All are welcome,” Lassen now stood next to the steering wheel beckoned them all on as they passed by. You stood by the entrance of the below deck smiled, giving small greetings. ”Even the little one. He can come too. Welcome,” while you could understand why Lassen was so nonchalant about it, you couldn’t muster any more than a smile as the Major stepped up to you, looking you up and down, his eyes shamelessly resting on your chest for a moment longer. But being a woman, his question wasen’t for you. He turned to the boys. ”Why are you here?” The Major asked accusingly. ”Just a little sailing holiday,” Gus said with a rather good Swedish accent. The major hummed, his gaze turning back to you. Where his eyes once again fell to your chest. Seeing the gaze and the discomfort it brought you, Lassen stepped up, placing a hand on the Majors shoulder, drawing his gaze from you. ”A jolly holiday trip,” he said. ”Take your hands off,” the major demanded, his already sour gaze turning more so. While there was little suspicion about it, he didn’t trust them in the slightest. Or perhaps he didn’t like them. ”Papers? Passport?” He asked. Gus pointed to the control room where Lassen reached in and retrieved said forged papers. Your eyes flicked to the man behind you as they searched every part of the boat. Lassen handed them over, “Here you go,” knowing they were well-forged passports. The major wasn’t able to find any fault in them.

”Any other people on the boat?” he asked. ”Just the three of us,” Gus stated with an innocent shake of his head. ”Anybody else down there?” The major called down below deck. ”Nein,” one responced. ”Even so. A lone woman on a ship with two men. Of which she shares no last name to,” The major returned to full height flipping open your passport. Your heart sunk, but you kept your face calm. ”Ah. You see, In Sweden we are a very progressive country. Equality between man and woman is very important to us,” Lassen called. The major hummed again, a sick smile twisting his face. It wasn’t a good enough reason. You could see it. ”Ack, don’t be like that,” you chuckled bashfully. “You will excuse my fiance, he is a little shy. I told him I had never been out to sea before. He surprised me with this little holiday to celebrate our engagement,” you played the blushing bride as you smiled innocently batting your eyelashes. Leaning closer, you whispered. “You know how men are, they would rather roll over dead than admit they have a soft side for their women,” you chuckled. The Major studied you looking for any lies. You could see the clogs ticking in his mind. One more push. You moved your mother’s old wedding band you wore on your middle finger to your enjoyment finger before holding it up wiggling the gold band, it catching the sun and the Major’s eyes. He was convinced. Although he wasn’t happy about what he was convinced of. ”It is a shame you are engaged. If not, we could have taken you aboard for a proper celebration,” The major was a man at sea, had been at sea for a long time. To see a woman in any state would arouse the desires he had not been able to tend to. You could feel the eyes on you, the sicking hunger they all shared for fresh meat. “Perhaps we still will,” he reached up, dragging his fingers down your cheek. You forced a laugh at the disgusting feeling that washed over you as you dropped your cheek, subtly moving away from him. ”Come, come, we have lots to eat...” Lassen stepped up behind him, firmly directing him to the table of food and wine you had set out in hopes to appease them. ”Take your dirty hands off me!” The major snapped. All at once it was like someone had tripped a wire. The soldiers scattered around the deck all trained their gun on you all. Most on Lassen who was harshly shoved back at gun point till he was forced to sit on the ledge by the steering wheel. You yourself was pushed up against the mast. ”And you, put your hands in the air!” The major snapped towards Gus who did what he was ordered. You all held your breath as Gus and Lassen shared a look. There were a few moments of silence before a huffy laughed crept up from Gus. ”Oooh! Ho-Ho!” Lassen quickly caught on laughing as well as he pointed to Gus. “You’re in trouble now! You’ve been a naughty boy!” he teasingly called out as they both broke into drunken laughter. The major glanced down to the almost empty wine bottle. ”I’ll give you 100 francs to shoot him,” Lassen offered. ”Don’t shoot me!” Gus mockingly waved his raised arms. The major looked between them, bewildered. ”He hates Germans. You should really shoot him,” Lassen said. If only the major knew. ”I... I’m sorry. You are very scary,” Gus tried to get his laughter under control as the major debated his life’s decisions.

”Make him walk the plank. He loves wood,” Lassen added. The major then looked to you, who gave a sheepish shrug of your shoulder. Moving past you, he approached Lassen. ”Dirty drunken animal!” he slapped the passports back to his chest. ”Guilty as charged,” Lassen sung with a smirk that had their laughter striking up again. ”Lets get rid of them,” your blood ran cold at the german which you perfectly understood. “Take the woman,” he ordered, his dirty gaze claiming you as his prize. Your hand slipped behind your back, catching your brother’s gaze. He knew you could speak german. And he knew you heard the words whispered. You placed your thumb in the middle of your palm and closed your finger around it. It was a simple enough sign. It meant danger. Not that you needed to pass on the information. ”I carry a can of kerosene for just these sorts of occasions,” he nodded to one of the solider’s who received the spoken of can. “It’s been a while, but the last time someone laughed at me when I boarded their vessel, I gave them the choice. Either swim to shore or take their chances on a burning ship,” the major looked between you all. To all your faces as the smiles left from them. Lassen glanced over his shoulder to the solider pouring kerosene onto the deck. “Hans and I wondered which option they’d choose, death by water or death by fire. Oddly, they chose both,” he smirked. ”They made it until the very last moment, until their hair was on fire,” he commented reaching out to tug a strand of your hair. “And their blistered skin,” his hands trailed down, slipping between your buttons popping the top three and flicking the material open to show the top of your cleavage. “Peeled from their fingers, before they immersed themselves in water in the vain hope of reaching shore,” he hummed in satisfaction taking a moment to admire your bosom before nodding to two of his men who flanked you. The man pouring the kersone did so right over Lassen’s boots.

”One of them sank immediately and perished. But to our amazement, the big one, he showed great spirit. In spite of all the odds...he painstakingly made it to shore,” he moved away from you, focusing on the boys, the kersone spilling over the food you were defiantly going to eat. You looked over the poor destroyed treats running your tongue over your teeth. You could feel your patience getting thin. The boys were getting riled up as well. The cruelness of the Majors story was sickening. ”We followed and cheered him on,” The major feigned encouraged excitement. “And rewarded this impressive achievement with a bullet, to the back, of his head,” Lassen eyes narrowed at the man in front of him. A cruel man. “Isn’t that funny? Why aren’t you laughing?” the major asked. The tension was so thick at that point just about anything could cut it. What did though was a bang, then the sound of bullets firing from below deck. The soldiers erupted in confusion and at the very second Lassen snapped up his arm, lashing out. The knife he gripped with white knuckles slashed clean across the major’s throat. The blood sputtered from the clutched wound, the crimson red running through the pretty white sailor’s uniform. He then turned to the one on his left and did the same. Gus unveiled the gun he had hidden under the table, taking out the soldier who stood on the far front of the ship than the one at the other. You stamped your foot down on the edge of your gun, hidden by a simple rucksack, and the barrel snapped up into your hold. Hoisting it up, you tucked your finger on the trigger, tilting the gun first to the left, hovering it right under the solders chin before blowing his brains into a beautiful burst of red. You then tilted it to the right and did the same. Hasey emerged from below, quickly taking out another two while Gus took out one that ran from around the side. Hasey walked past you as you hoisted your gun up into a proper position, taking out the one that followed him as he took out the remaining soldier on the boarding boat. You all then turned to Lassen as he expertly dispatched the last three with nothing but his knife. He walked past you shoving a solider, all the while stabbing his neck until he went limp. He then shoved him to the side before literally gutting the last one before shoving him over the side of the ship. The solider he had killed moments before hung over over the railing. Reaching down Lassen grabbed the scuff of his pants, lifting it and chucking him over board. All of which Gus watched with a bemused smile and you with an impressed prop of your eyebrow. ”Nice work, Lassen,” Gus cheerily said setting his gun down. With all the danger now disposed of, you let your gun lower.

“Work, looked more like art to me,” you said, Lassen giving you a breathy nod of acknowledgement. ”There’s more where they came from,” he said, gesturing to the war ship behind him. ”Yes,” Gus squinted off. You moved forward, getting yourself ready, resting your gun on the railing as you kneeled. Lassen groaned as he heaved up the dead major with one hand, the other pupating the major’s hand to wave limply. Gus opened his spy glass, looking through it. ”Not sure it’s working, Lassen. The captain looks rather agitated,” Gus stated as Freedy emerged from the sea hoisting himself up onto the boarding boat. ”They’re bringing their guns to bear,” Gus barely finished the sentence when a missile was shot. The boys all looked behind them as the missile exploded into the sea a fair distance from the boat. ”They’ll find their range soon sir,” Hasey warned. ”Freddy, should we be worried?” Gus asked. ”Oh, I don’t think so, sir. It’s a rather large explosive, so I set a rather large fuse. I located the outside of the powder room, so when it goes bang, it really should go bang,” Freddy explanation was finished by another missile firing. ”Closer...” Hesey stated, the worry clear in his voice. ”Taking out the captain won’t stop the missiles,” you stated. ”Bet you a tenner for a cock shot on the captain,” Gus suggested. A split second later you had changed target and pulled the trigger. The shot rang out and you pulled back. Gus chuckled maniacally as the captain doubled over, clutching what remained as blood spattered onto the wall behind him. ”Should be any second now, chaps,” Freddy stated. You had to admit you were getting nervous. They seemed to have their range now. The boys felt it, two nervously shifting from foot to foot. ”Freddy?!” Gus questioned. A moment later the explosive went off, then the powder went off, resulting in a spectacular explosion. You whistled as the wind from the explosion wafted over you all. ”Good work, Frederick,” Gus congratulated him. ”Thank you, Captain. Now, any chance you can tell us what we’re doing here, sir?” he asked. You propped your gun against your shoulder looking at your brother, wondering the exact same thing. ”Dry yourself off, frogman, and I’ll tell you,“ Gus said, collapsing the spyglass. ”The curiosity is eating us all up, sir,” Hasey said.

”So fiance?” Lassen asked as you all waited for Freddy. ”What you didn’t know?” you asked with a half serious expression. ”Lassen you bastard. Didn’t even ask for my blessing,” Gus commented. ”I would have if I had known. I mean, it’s all so sudden. I’ve only met you this morning,” Lassen said gesturing to you. ”Your right. It was a rather long courting period,” you nodded, a smile breaking your face as you couldn’t keep up the act. Hesey watched in amusement at the interaction. ”Do I have any say in the matter?” Lassen asked, raising his eyebrows. ”Course not darling dear,” you grinned. Lassen grinned back, taking note of the funny feeling that stirred within him. The way you called him darling. He liked it very much. Once Freddy had changed, you all gathered around the table all looking to Gus expectantly. Freddy was seated at the table. Hasey leaned against the stairs and Lassen found himself a seat on one of the beds. You sat opposite your brother fiddling with some of the charting instruments. ”I apologize for all the secrecy, chaps. But this is an unsanctioned, unofficial, and unauthorized mission. If we’re picked up by the Brits, we will all go to jail. If we’re picked up by the Germans, torture and death,” Gus explained. Lassens lips twitched up in a a half smirk at the audacity Gus had. You leaned back in your chair. You knew it was going to be a danger. Your brother only ever called on you when he absolutely needed it. ”So, it’s just the four of us, and her then?” You frowned at the slight quip Freddy unknowingly gave. After all he held no malice in his words. ”Five of us, And Captain Appleyard,” Gus said. You perked up at the name of your old friend. ”Granny’s gonna be there?” you asked. The nick name granny came around in a sort of roundabout way. Appleyard = apples = apple pie = granny smith’s apple pies = granny. ”He’s responsible for securing this information. He is, however, in a spot of bother. He is being held by the Germans on La Palma,” you frowned at the news as Gus pointed out the small speck on the map. ”Our first job is to liberate,” Gus stated simply. ”Oh, so, that’s all, is it?” Hasey asked sarcastically. ”No. We need to confirm Appleyard’s intelligence. That’s why there are two more agents on their way to Fernando Po by train, as we speak,” Gus explained. You picked up a measuring instrument, plotting it along the map to ruffly calculate the time it would take to get there. ”Doing what, exactly?” Lassen asked. ”They’ll be ensuring that those ships are filled with supplies, so they’re worth blowing up in the first place,” Gus said. ”I mean any german ship it worth blowing up,” you muttered. ”True but these ships insure and supply the uboats that have been giving us a hard time,” Gus explained. ”No u boats means Americans on British soil and the British feed,” you whispered realizing the importance of such a mission. Gus nodded. The seriousness of it all sunk in to the group. ”So no pressure, then?” you stated with a bright smile.

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labeteenmoi · 5 months ago

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Little rabbit

Part 4 (last) / part 1 here

Fandom: The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare

Pairing: Anders Lassen x OC

Warnings: explicit smut (oral sex, doggy style), beware of the fluff also

Summary: saving the best for last, as it should be

Words : ~4100

Notes: God that felt good! Quite enjoyed writing this, hope you enjoy it as much and thanks for reading!

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“The morning has been good to ye, Mr. Lassen, I see!” loudly uttered Magaidh in admiration from the outside of the kitchens, “Ye’re certainly quite hungry! Go bring all that to Edin inside, she’ll get them all cleaned!” she shouted as she passed him by, heading hastily towards the commander’s offices.

Heavily charged with dead grouses, Anders stepped soundly into the kitchens with a triumphant look on his face. “I caught you a hare!” he declared, handing out a string with a dead animal hanging on its end.

Edin, skinning a hare of her own with a little sharp knife, addressed him with a side look and an ethereal smile before turning to him, landing a bloody hand on her hip: “Couldn’t find the deers, Mr. Lassen?” she asked with a cynical smirk.

“Oh, I did! But, er… I can't carry one all by myself, skat,” the officer lied with a slightly embarrassed grin. He wasn’t about to tell her that he had lost track of time and space after she had left him all starry-eyed in the woods.

She put her knife down and advanced towards him: “Aww… you underestimate yerself sir. I know ye can carry so many things..." Edin asserted with heavy innuendo in her tone.

He smiled suggestively in return as she grabbed the string, purposely touching his hand in the process. Holding on to it, Lassen ogled her from head to toe with a steady look, noticing she had changed her dress. “Are you–”

“No, I’m not.” she cut him off with a daring look, guessing from his wavering stare over her crotch area that he was wondering about her underwear whereabouts. His smile grew wider and his eyes narrowed in a lustful way behind his glasses as he started pushing the hare aside and bringing Edin closer.

��Edin, laskie, help me with those will ye?!” suddenly burst in Magaidh, panting with her arms loaded with steel boxes up to her chin, “the men will go on night exercises, leaving this noon! Have to prepare the meals quickly…”

Their momentum interrupted, Lassen and Edin parted as inconspicuously as they could before the old woman could catch their loaded looks at each other.

“Of course, Magaidh! Just remind me Mr. Lassen wants some hare in his lunch box…” Edin retorted, unburdening Magaidh’s arms with a discreet wink at Anders who bit his lip in amused resignation.

“Mr. Lassen, please tell the Major ye can all pick yer boxes up just before leaving, will ye, darling?” added Magaidh like a shot, her cheeks reddening from her hurried moves to put water to boil and take out potatoes to peel.

One would know when night operations would start but never really when they would end, and that weighed a little on Anders mind as he had envisioned a completely different kind of activity for the evenings and mornings to come.

His disappointment showed in the officer’s eyes as he looked silently at Edin when coming to retrieve the meals for the operations. Geared up, all the men came in and went back in haste, but Anders lingered a bit longer, his imposing figure in the way of his fellow volunteers.

With a soft smile, Edin held his gaze: “Yer rabbit, Mr. Lassen,” she let out maliciously as she handed him a lunch box.

“Sadly, my favorite rabbit doesn’t fit in there…” he retorted seamlessly. There was much the Danish officer wanted to add to that but nothing suitable enough to be said out loud in public, so he left it at that. Edin’s conniving glance however made it clear they were both on the same page.

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What was supposed to be a one-night operation turned into a draining four day march, sail and trek from the camp through the rivers and lochs between Achnacarry and the Atlantic ocean. Even the lunch boxes filled to the brim did not last more than two days. A meagre compensation for Anders’s growing impatience. The bright side was the announced two days off duty after that, and the way he was planning on spending those two days in good company sometimes sent tingles up his spine from eager anticipation.

“Lassen, I find the menu way more appealing since you meddled with the cook in charge. Well done, chap!” declared Major March-Phillips, reminiscing of his long gone lunch box after one last improvised dinner on the shore, and lighting a cigar hanging at the corner of his lips during the nightly camp fire.

Lying on the ground, his package as only support in his back, Lassen smirked in return with his happy eyes on the fire. Mimicking the major’s gesture with a cigarette, he took in a long huff before lasciviously exhaling the smoke with evident satisfaction.

“Still lean but it does melt on the tongue…” he sighed languidly.

“We are still talking about the meal, aren't we, Lassen?” the major playfully retorted with a taunting look.

“Of course, Major.” let out Lassen trying to refrain from smiling.

“I presume the hunting lessons with our local ginger girl are bearing fruit?” resumed the major.

“Hmm… Well, she really likes hares the most!” Lassen chuckled.

The candid expression on Lassen’s face raised no question regarding the kind of feelings he experienced when thinking about that girl, and this did not escape the Major, nor any of the men around him for that matter.

"Hmm…” Gus resumed with a concerned pout under his beard, “I fear that the present epoch and the bothers we are about to face might not be very conducive to the blossoming of such... heartfelt attachments, my good man."

His smile fading at the sudden gravity of his Major, Lassen straightened up slowly, leaning forward, and landed his large elbows on his knees.

“No worries about that, Major.” he declared firmly before puffing at his cigarette, holding Gus’ stare with such an unexpected intensity that it raised a slight tension amongst the fellow men around the fire. “My little rabbit is like… a fairy in flesh and bones. A wild, tricky and unpredictable creature. A free-spirited woman that cannot be caught nor held, let alone restrained by any bond humankind may create. I only wish to enjoy the time she is willing to give me until war makes us part, and dream that we'll cross paths again someday. But if that is not to ever happen again, well, I can always dream of it despite everything.”

A complete silence had settled among the soldiers, more and more astonished by the ethereal monologue that the one they nicknamed "the Danish hammer" recited in the most delicate tone.

Long, silent blows of smoke floated in the air for a suspended moment.

“Hells bells, Lassen ! Is that poetry that just came out of that muscular jaw of yours?!” the major scoffed suddenly. “You have to thank your pretty wonder on my behalf now, for that was magnificent !” he slapped him loudly on the shoulder as he stood next to him under the soft cheers of their comrades.

“Will do, Major.” Lassen let out with a concentrated look into the void still on, “But would you know what a kelpie is by any chance?”

“Hmm, a kelpie ? Isn't that some mythological beast, Haysey ?” Gus questioned in his turn to his young protege.

“Absolutely, Sir,” answered Hayes, his blue eyes on the fire as he searched his memory, “It's a water creature mostly shaped like a horse, or er, a woman... Some are said to seduce and drown the men that fall for their charms. I was told that the loch Arkaig has one living in it.”

“Oh well…” Gus tilted his head with a sarcastic frown at Anders as he placed his cigar between his lips, “be careful then, Lassen...”

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Night had barely set in and it seemed that the people of Achnacarry had already gone home, deserting the streets, indifferent to the group of weary and filthy soldiers who dragged their feet through their village as they returned to their camp.

The Major, at the front of the troops, stepped aside and told his men to carry on as he waited for the back of the group to catch up to him.

“Lassen, I think you might want to linger around here for a moment before heading back.” expressed Gus as he caught up to the pace of the Danish officer.

“Why is that, Major?”

“Well, just a thought really, but I know there’s a person you might want to see eagerly that lives here…” the Major seamlessly implied.

Anders’ face suddenly gleamed with a hardly restrained smile as they both slowed down, letting the rest of the men leave them behind.

“I suppose somebody at that pub could inform you about her whereabouts.” Gus added, ogling at the old wooden establishment at the corner of the street with small dimly lighted windows.

Lassen stopped, looking at the pub as if his destiny resided there and letting Gus walk alone ahead of him.

Gus eyed him on the side with a smirk under his moustache and uttered back: “Two days, Lassen! There won’t be a third, so try to be… reasonable.”

“I'll do my best.” Anders unconvincingly muttered, more to himself than to the Major, before heading towards the pub.

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The camp had been so incredibly quiet with the soldiers away. Had Edin wished to visit its premises, it would have been the perfect time; she didn’t like to wander around too much company, even less so with so many young men around. She knew better than to unwillingly tempt men’s attention, she liked to know who was watching her. However, lately there was only one man whose glance - and more - she would have gladly accepted upon her. Nonetheless, she was forcibly drawn to visit it all; order was given to clean the whole place during their absence.

Three long days of chores, cleansing and washing from ceilings to floors. All of it inside the buildings; so tedious. And still, the soldiers had not returned and time somehow seemed to pass slower than usual. Even her routine seemed less attractive to her knowing there wouldn't be any surprise appearance from that danish hunter. Quite surprisingly, she found herself longing for his return.

With no word announcing the end of their exercises, she had been given time off for the time being and would be called back when needed. Edin had spent the day swimming in the loch and taking care of her house, seeking distractions from the enticing thoughts about Lassen. She was preparing to go to bed now that the night had come, when she heard a knock on her door.

The first thought that came to her mind was of that officer. She mockingly frowned upon this improbability, how could it be him anyway. She grabbed the lighted oil lamp on her table and unlocked her door, opening it just wide enough to see who could that be at such an hour, and what she first saw was the light’s wavering reflection on small round glasses.

She sneered softly at realizing it was indeed Anders at her door, refraining the swift excitement she felt rising in her chest.

“Hello, little rabbit.” he greeted with a soft smile growing on his lips at her sight.

Edin opened the door a little wider but kept herself in the way.

“Mr. Lassen… is it my strong scented trail that helped ye find me again ?” she questioned with evident irony.

“Oh it’s not that strong, but I'd recognize it anywhere, yes. But er, I have mud up to my nostrils right now, so I confess, I just asked around this time.”

The oil lamp barely diffused any useful light but looking at the officer from bottom to top, she could guess the large rough-looking stains on his uniform were most certainly dirt. There were dark marks on the lower part of his cheeks, which were carelessly covered by a stubble and his hair was unusually shaggy. The man might have looked like he needed assistance if he wasn't wearing a happy smile. Quite evidently, he was returning from his training without any prior resting stop. If anything, his disheveled appearance betrayed his eagerness to see her all the more, and it flattered her greatly.

“So…” she resumed, concealing her feelings behind a quick lip bite, “What can I do for ye, Mr. Lassen ? A bath?” She jokingly raised a brow before leaning against the door in a teasing way, purposely building up a flirty mood just for the pleasure of seeing him snap at some point, as she knew he would.

Her whole figure appeared in the door frame, revealing the short and light nightgown she was wearing, held on her shoulders by two strings barely visible under her long ginger hair locks that waved sideways when she hung her lamp to the wall. The fine fabric hugged the shape of her chest as she crossed her arms, revealing the base of her neckline with a shrug of her shoulders which she ostentatiously displayed to the officer's eyes who ogled her brazenly.

Anders’ chest rose with a deep controlled inhale as he carelessly dropped his equipment bag on the stony path leading to her outside porch, before stepping forward. Invading her space and raising his wide arms above, landing his hands against both sides of the doorframe, his half-lidded eyes looked down on her with a rising perceivable impatience.

“Only if you fear getting a little dirty…” he muttered, a little defiant smile on his lips.

Edin flickered her eyes up at the massive man with that expression he adored so much, boldly seductive, assertive and yet docile at the same time. Every time he would get the same feeling that she could ask anything from him with that look: eat hare, crawl at her feet, fight a war or-

“Take yer clothes off.” she demanded softly. His eyes widened with surprise for a second. “I don’t mind the mud but only outside.”

Lassen complied, no questions asked.Their eyes locked on each other’s stare while the soldier got rid of his dirty gear right there on her doorstep, his movements so fluid and fast the clothes seemed to have been barely holding to his body.

As soon as his underwear touched the ground, Anders lunged at her, hands gripping beneath her bare thighs, lifting her off the ground as he rushed through the entrance. She tugged at the back of his head and kissed him eagerly, her nose buried in his cheek, breathing in deeply the musky and sweaty scent of his skin, vibrant with the low pleased growl inside his throat.

Carrying her further inside the house, bumping his legs on whatever furniture she had in that room, he cared only for the avid twist of their tongues together in each other's mouths and for not letting go of her legs with his fingers dimpling her flesh with greed.

Another room crossed and they reached what he swiftly identified as the bedroom from the bed sight at the corner of his eyes, feeling the soft silky touch of a rug under his feet. Enough of the sighting of the environment around him, Lassen focused on the blazing body grinding against his bare skin, her crotch tugging at his already swollen cock that he felt gliding on her with a warm moist.

“Oh god, skat, you don’t have any underwear again,” he muttered with wonder against her mouth in between kisses.

“Mhm it just gets in the way…” she mumbled back as she slid a hand between their stomachs and reached for his raised sex, fisted it roughly and smiled on his glistening lips at the expected hoarse groan he let out.

The officer breathed short and heavy as she kept on polishing up and down his shaft trapped against her belly. At once, she pushed on her held thighs to elevate her upper body and tucked his cock at her wet entrance.

“Not so fast, rabbit!” he suddenly interrupted her move with a push backwards on her ass, pulling away from their kiss, “I want to see you too this time.”

The firmness of his tone was exacerbated by that little Nordic inflection that he let slip out even more when he was excited and breathless. He stood his ground by putting her down immediately and recoiling so he could see her whole in the faint light of the room.

Edin bit her lip with a feral look at his self-control, and also at his striking naked body; his muscles vivid, almost visibly twitching from the blood rushing in his veins, his fists clenching compulsively and his chest heaving soundly with a hardly repressed hunger to touch her.

Under his glazed stare, she abided and wrapped the thin fabric in her hands before sliding it over her head, revealing the slightly matte alabaster of her skin and the defined curves of her body. His jaw dropped slowly as his eyes traveled her whole figure.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful.” Anders heaved with a short breath, closing in for a kiss instantly with his hands groping at so much skin that he could touch in one go. Stealing her breath, she pulled out almost panting and he eagerly sucked at her neck, pulling her in a strong embrace, and tasting her skin going down. At him nibbling on her breasts, sucking on her hardened thick nipples, she gasped longly, almost scratching the skin on his back from the pleasant shivers it spawned in her chest.

Lassen’s back slid under her fingers as he dropped to his knees, cupping her bottom cheeks and kissing his way to her crotch with hot huffs, making her thighs twitch when he put his tongue on her slit and licked her long and hard along her entire length. Dropping her head back, she took in jerked breaths and yelped.

He hummed soundly at her demonstrative pleasure, her hands clasping on his head and her fingers intertwining in his hair, pushing his face deeper into her. Surrounding her thighs with his long arms, he somehow managed to lick his fingers in between her labia and insert them inside of her, nudging at her swollen bud with his nose, diving further into her slit.

At his relentless sucking at every moistened part his lips fell upon, Edin held his head tighter, keeping him in place as she grinded her pussy on his face with raising whimpers while his fingers kept thrusting her shuddering hole.

“Lassen, god, you're so good at this…” she sighed, her voice melting in the increasing swelling sensation in her belly, intensified by his satisfied groans and the quivers it sent throughout her flesh.

He pulled out for a breath, his face glistening with her juices and his entranced glaze searching for her face. Her eyes fell upon him, this giant of a man, the fearless warrior and skilled hunter now kneeling open and devoted at her feet with his glasses blurred from the heat of her skin, looking so needy and harmless with his cock painfully swollen and erected against his stomach, already spurting a clear sticky pre-cum that threaded against his skin — how she enjoyed what she saw. He could be anything and its opposite, without shame, without restraint. Suddenly feeling so thankful for him being what he was, she felt compelled to turn their roles around and give him the upper hand.

Bending, she gave him a feverish kiss, sucking her own taste over his lips before she turned around, giving him a full view of her bottom that he kissed hungrily, holding her hips. She leaned against his face and let her body slide down, flexing her legs and feeling the stubble from his chin chafing up her back until she seated on his cock that entered her with ease, down to the trim, a gasped moan escaping her lips at his thickness.

“Oh fuck! Edin!” he growled out uncontrollably with hot breaths on the back of her neck, his fingers tightening on her sides as she wiggled a little around on his cock. Landing her knees on the animal hide rug and her hands on his folded thighs, Edin pressed and pounded up and down on him, again and again with a throbbing moan.

“Mhm yes, ye do that now warrior, fuck me…” she gasped, intimating him to handle her with a lascivious side look.

“Damn, little rabbit, I’ve missed you!” he heaved, gripping at the tender flesh of her breasts, encompassing her whole body and bucking his hips against her ass, now giving the pace of his increasing thrusts inside of her.

“Missed me? Show me how hard, Lassen.” she gasped between the loud smacks of his pelvis against her buttocks.

As if it all wasn't enough, this constant heat that his body produced was enhancing her ecstatic state. Her vision blurred through her quivering eyelids at the growing roughness of his strokes, and her mind turned fuzzy, sensing the coming edge, but Lassen wasn’t quite finished.

“Missed you this hard, skat !” He raised his upper body on his knees and pushed her forward in his momentum, placing her on all four and thrusting so hard against her that her hands slipped further and her back arched, offering him an open view on her butthole and the scalding flesh of her pussy that he kept hammering heavily.

“Mhm my rabbit, so fucking hard…” he puffed through gritted teeth, his fingertips printing in the tender flesh on her hips that slapped and rippled indecently. He was so deep inside of her, hitting her tight depths harshly, that a primal state awakened with their echoing grunts that brought them ever so closer to the animals they used to hunt.

“Lassen, fuck, Lassen…” a high cry died in her throat as her jaw clenched and her body stiffened under the reach of the climax, her walls pulsing spasmodically on Anders burning cock. The tremors that followed and ran through her body triggered his own orgasm, soon filling her with his thick fluid in a raucous and raw relief, pulling her roughly in some last shakes before she collapsed on the ground under his weight.

Through their sonorous breaths, slowly descending from their enjoyment, Anders seated back and delighted in the sight of her rapidly rising back veiled with sweat, her disheveled crimson hair scattered on the ground over her face, and her laying body lasciviously offered to his eyes. Hell, she was such a sight to behold.

Leaning forward, he laid on her back, catching the pace of her breathing, taking in the warm scent of her hair and tugged his legs in between hers.

“I missed you too, Lassen.” she whispered tenderly after a moment, as a confession.

Anders’ chest rose with an inhale full of pride at these first meaningful words she had ever addressed him.

“Edin, after the war is over, would you have me back?” he asked softly against the back of her head with a hint of hopeful concern in his voice.

He could not see it but she smiled under her hair before raising her chest and standing on her elbows, turning her face to him as he backed his head a little to rest on his arm.

Her eyes traveled across his face, thoroughly detailing the lines and shapes of his features with content.

“Have ye guessed what Edin means ?” she finally questioned with a little grin. Anders slowly shaked a no with his head. “ Place of pleasure… ” she resumed with a lusty spark in her eyes, “So, whenever ye need comfort during the troubled times ye’ll go through, remember, this place is all yours to come back to.”

His face gleamed with joy, a bright smile widening his lips before he kissed her unexpectedly. A soft peck turned into two, then three, then into even more, longer, deeper kisses. Their hands started wandering on each other's body and their caresses became embraces. Before they knew it, they were making love again.

It was fortunate that the village was quiet and the neighbours were rare in the vicinity of her house; no one to inquire why her door was still wide open the next day with military gear and clothes scattered all over the porch, no nosy witness of the unhinged moans and whimpers that emanated from inside the house from time to time.

Anyway, even if there were people nearby, no one would have caught a glimpse of them outside for two entire days.

*****

Notes:

*m'eudail : scottish gaelic for "my darling, my dear"

*skat : danish for "darling"

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