Something Like a War

Posted on 04 Mar 2016 @ 2:52pm by Lieutenant Wilhelm Von Haeften & Petty Officer 1st Class Rebecca Williams

3,516 words; about a 18 minute read

Mission: Episode 10 - Symposium
Location: USS Galileo - Deck 4 - Chief Science Officer's Quarters
Timeline: MD 93 - 2112 Hours

"Baseball is much like love: sometimes it's something like a war."
- Ty Cobb

Lieutenant Junior Grade Wilhelm Von Haeften sat nursing his bruises inside his quarters. He was due to see Rebecca tonight, but had decided against seeing the sickbay attendants to clean up his bruises; he did not feel like explaining that he got them in a fist fight in a bar aboard Jupiter Station, punching it out with some civilian freighter captain because he felt that he had not respected his relationship with Rebecca.

The door chimed.

“Come.” the CSO said.

Rebecca pushed her fingers through her hair as she tried to stop the limb shaking. She wasn't quite certain if the shake was related to the alcohol consumption of the night before, the talk which she'd had with Noah or just the sheer emotion she felt at seeing Wilhelm again….The excitement of seeing his smile...just being in his arms….He’d made a soppy fool out of the woman but she didn’t care...aslong as she had him.

A smile passed over her lips as she thought of the times spent together...in the last two weeks the only time they'd spent apart was those days after their first night together...time wasted looking for the other when it turned out how close they'd actually been in all of that time. Time that they could have spent together...pleasuring the other’s body so much more than they'd had so far.

The woman wasn't afraid to admit that she was no prude, she loved not just the man but also his mind and his body...especially the combination of the last two.

Rebecca found it a turn on that the man could match her word for word in most of her interests in life. He was able to laugh, discuss and argue the topics which they both agreed on and also the topics which they both had different opinions on. And when they disagreed...she loved how more often than not he'd try to seduce her into turning...a seduction mutually felt as she gave in a lot easier than she would have ever before.

Their relationship wasn't built on primarily sex...there was just a lot...a hell of a lot of opportunities which neither would let slip by to have sex...to make love...to be physically intimate. It was still early days yet and why not take advantage...there was nothing more powerful in this world outside of a sexual attraction...perhaps love might be but it would fall to time to prove that.

“Wil! I mis…” The words were on her lips as the doors slid open and Rebecca moved into her room, the smile alone of her lips showed the happiness reflected in the depths of her eyes but when she finally saw him this was all cut short.

She'd seen enough bar fights in her life to recognise the outcome on the people involved. The blossoming shiner below Wilhelm’s right eye was the first strong indicator that something had happened I the time since she'd last seen him.

“What the hell happened to you?” The light in her eyes had dimmed just a little, concern and worry featuring in their depths as she moved closer in order to be able to reach out and touch his face.

Wilhelm had long ago decided the best course was to simply tell the truth, and he did so here as well. He gestured to the dried blood on his white civilian shirt (he had decided it best to dress in civilian clothes in case things DID turn messy, which of course they did.

“I uh...got into a fist fight.” he said sheepishly. “I’m ok though Liebchen, so no need to concern yourself.”

Something wasn't right...she didn't need to know him long to know that Wil didn't do physical confrontations. Despite being such an emotive guy...he always chose to use words first, if anything she'd have always said that direct confrontation just wasn't him.

As her hand touched his cheek, she felt him flinch away from her touch as she realised that the damage was more extensive than she'd have anticipated. “At least tell me that the other guy came out looking worse?”

“Guys I’m afraid, plural.” Wil said with a sad smile. “There were four of them and one of myself. I didn’t even want to start the fight, but when Wallace insulted your honor, I felt obliged to remind him to watch his mouth. I think I got one good shot on him and maybe a few on his friends, but I fear I got the worst of it.”

Rebecca felt her face go white as she tried to comprehend precisely what it was that Wilhelm was saying, “You...on your own...got into a bar fight with four other men? Because of me?”

“Well...it wasn’t my intent to get into a fist fight, I had heard that he had flirted very heavily with you, and I felt that he wasn’t respecting you or our relationship, so I was going to calmly talk to him and ensure that no boundaries are crossed. He uh...didn’t feel like listening.”

Wilhelm placed the ice he had back on his eye, wincing with the pain.

“I threw my drink in his face and socked him while he was distracted after he insinuated that you were of...uh…’loose morals’, shall we say.” he said.

The pain was almost her undoing, Rebecca felt powerless as all she could do was watch and do nothing to to help him to heal...to make it all go away. Something wasn't right though. “Who’s Wallace?”

“Malcolm Wallace, methinks his name was, some freighter jock, loud mouth, wide-shouldered, etc etc.”

“Malcolm?” It took a moment for the name to register as she turned away from Wilhelm to just take a moment to take a breath and try to pull herself back together. Moving towards the replicator she tried to see if they could get something more efficient than the ice, “Malcolm...Mal? Miraj’s brother Malcolm?”

“Don’t know...maybe.” Wil responded. “All I know is, I don’t care if he was a Fleet Admiral in disguise, no one talks about my gal like that.”

As she listened to his words, Rebecca felt fear flare up for the first time in what had been days. “You got into a fight because of me? You got into a fight involving four men because of me?” Turning on her heel, the woman looked back at her lover as she tried to understand. She wasn't being dense, she just wasn't used to this...used to a man going to such extremes. “That doesn't make sense...They could have killed you.”

“I’m fine babe. Don’t worry about it. I’ll heal, and I made my point is the real thesis to get at. Besides, they are freighter jocks, not Nausicaans. Just let me have a few days to heal and I’ll be right as rain.”

“Freighter jocks...you're a bloody scientist Wil...a desk jockey. Freighter jocks spend days hauling around cargo which involves heavy lifting and muscle...the most your job involves is the filing of paperwork! Malcolm alone has a body made of steel! He’s physically stronger and more built than you.” Rebecca wasn't even aware of her words, how irrational and insulting they sounded...only the fear that she felt made any sense. They'd spent so long looking for each other, working through her insecurities, finding a way to make this work...it could have all been for nothing. “Of all of the most stupid things I've ever heard in my life...this tops the list.”

Wil was slightly miffed at her words, talking as if he was a 90-pound weakling.

“Firstly, darling, I may not be made of muscle, but I’m physically fit enough to handle myself; I took the same defense classes everyone else did at the Academy. Second, stupider would have been to ignore his blatant disrespect he showed towards you and us, or are you saying you enjoyed his attentions...or his ‘body of steel’?”

Wil regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, but anger drove them, and it was too late to retract them now.

Rebecca felt the stab as it went into her chest and into her heart. After everything...after all the internal war and the war she'd had with him...after all of the conflicting emotions and pushing him away only to have him pull her back...after it all it turns out she was right. She should have protected herself.

“Once a slut always a slut right...all I've ever done is sleep with the men of my choosing and toss them away after once someone better comes along….I did try to tell you but you wouldn't listen...or perhaps you did but once you got what you wanted you just decided to retain it for ammunition for times like this.”

As her chest tightened, Rebecca moved forward restraining herself from touching him as her face changed; became devoid of all emotion as her eyes never left his. “I lusted after Malcolm...couldn't take my eyes off of him but at the back of it all I could could think of is you. It seems that I made the biggest mistake of my life when I told him about you and asked him to back off….He showed me more respect by doing as I asked than it seems you're willing to show me.”

Wil got up and walked towards her, fire in his eyes.

“I...defended...your...honor! The name he called you was vile, and I would not stand for it even if I thought you were...that word. I did it because I respected you. Forgive me for showing you how much I care by not thinking before I leapt to defend my gal!” Wil said, raising his voice.

“Or perhaps he said it because he recognised a man who was willing to make a fool of himself. Perhaps he decided to play a little game...create some excitement for himself and his friends by pushing your buttons. And it seems Malcolm was right….You walked slap bang into the middle of a fight.” Rebecca didn't step back, nor did her voice raise. She held her back straight, hiding the pain that she felt inside as she tried to punish Wil in return. Wasn't that the least of what he deserved?

Wil raised his hand to point his finger at Rebecca.

“You...damned...stubborn…Bumsen* dummkopf** !” Wil said, his anger boiling over at Rebecca’s obstinance.

The sting of the palm of her hand told her what she had just done, even if she hadn't remembered taking the swing. If she needed anymore evidence, the red mark on Wil’s cheek was enough to prove her slap.

She just stood there and for the first time emotion shone in Rebecca’s as the anger she felt bubbled over, regret added to the mix but it was unclear if she regretted him or what she'd just done. “Excuse me...I’ll leave you be.”

Wilhelm Von Haeften stood there, cradling his cheek protectively, his cheek red from her mark. The German stood in shock at what she had done; outside of the bedroom in the heat of passion, they had never hurt each other before. Wil was still angry, and there was only one way to show it, as he would never hit a lady.

With one smooth motion, Wilhelm rushed towards Rebecca, pulling her towards him hard and planting a rough kiss to her lips. He kept that kiss for a few seconds before he broke it to gauge Rebecca’s reaction.

Rebecca fought against Wil’s hold as she struggled to get free. She didn't want him..she wanted gone but that all changed when he kissed her lips.

His kiss wasn't enough, she needed more than that...she needed it all. Against her will, her lips kissed his back in a bruising crushing kiss as her teeth threatened to rip into the skin and her tongue ravished his mouth.

Wilhelm felt Rebecca respond back to him, and it drove his desire for her through the roof. He growled in his mouth loudly as their tongues fought each other for dominance, occasionally biting each other’s lips hard enough to sting. The CSO pushed his weight against Rebecca until she backed up to the closest wall, pinning her body against the bulkhead. He quickly broke the kiss to lock his door with the adjacent panel, then returned to Rebecca.

::Later::

His knees ached. He felt the friction burn on his limbs, on his forearms, his shins, his knees, but he did not care one bit. He was also sure Rebecca had her own burns on her, although Wil had unconsciously attempted to shield her body with his own from the friction against the carpet.

After a few minutes of them simply laying there, breathing heavily, until he no longer sounded like the animal that he had become during their lovemaking, Wilhelm gave Rebecca a smoldering kiss. His tongue lapped at her slowly, methodically, sensually; he wanted to leave her with no doubt that he loved her, and would love her no matter how badly they fought over anything.

Rebecca tried to return the kiss but she couldn't lie...she was drained...emotionally and physically drained. Slowly awareness was beginning to return...her body felt like it'd gone through ten rounds with in a Klingon fight. She knew by morning that none of it would matter...none of it would matter because she loved him with her whole body and soul…

“Ich Liebe dich Meine Schatze. ” Wilhelm said tenderly, locking his eyes to hers.

Rebecca couldn't help it, even though she knew that she wanted to stop it...her eyes filled with tender tears as finally her fingers unlocked themselves from his hair. It was almost as if the emotions were too much...she lay battered and bruised, her body matted with sweat and the evidence of their mating...Wil still buried in her core...his weight pinning her body to the floor...it was all so overwhelming but she wasn't even sure why.

With an effort, breathlessly she said what she knew in her heart, “Wilhelm...meine liebe...mein alles.”

“Shut up and kiss me, and God help you if you break it.” Von Haeften said before plunging his lips back onto Rebecca’s.

Rebecca eagerly accepted his lips onto hers as she returned the kiss with everything she had left. Their kiss played a loving game, gentle caresses mixed interminably with playful tugs with their teeth. This is what she wanted...she wanted him all.

They laid there, lost in each other, kissing and making out like two teenagers with a curfew for what seemed like many minutes. Finally, unable to get enough oxygen through his nose alone, Wilhelm broke his kiss and looked at his lover. She was covered in love bites and hickeys, the bruises making it look like she had gotten into a fight. Wilhelm was certain he looked no better, as his neck where Rebecca had latched onto him like a vampire slightly ached, and his back felt raw where she had dug her nails into his flesh, and where her heels had clung to him felt stiff.

His anger spent from him, Wilhem slowly withdrew himself from Rebecca before warily standing up, his knees uncertain and his raw knees protesting. He reached down to cradle Rebecca in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, where he could hold her and ensure her comfort. Gently he laid her down on the sheets that had come to be quite familiar with their lovemaking, both sweet and sensual and primal and rough. He laid next to her and faced her, drawing her to him and holding her tightly as Rebecca clung to him.

Rebecca hadn't lied when he pulled again...it left her feeling empty and alone...she never wanted to be away from Wilhelm again. As quickly, he cradled her body in his arms, allowing her room to tuck her head in under his chin, closing her eyes to just be able to enjoy the feeling of being held...the feeling of safety and security that he encompassed her in.

As he lay her on the bed, the woman reached out...each time he let her go she just felt the urgent need again to have him take her back. She didn't know why...she didn't want to know why...all that she wanted was Wilhelm.

Her lips pressed softly under his chin before her head came to rest in the same place. Her fingers played with the hair on his chest; the fingertips brushing through the soft curls. “I'm sorry….”

“No, I’m sorry love. I acted like some damned jealous teenager and I acted with my testosterone and not my brain.” the German said.

As she watched her fingers moving across his chest, Rebecca closed her eyes as she tried to just focus on the gentle touch of his hands against the skin of her back...the gentle rise and fall of her lover’s chest as he regulated his breathing...the soft beat of his heart under her ear…

“And I acted like I didn't care when the truth was...I cared too much. I cared that if it had been anyone else...any other bar...you might not have come out in one piece.”

“Are you kidding? I’d have walked through hell in a petrol suit to make it back to you sweetie.” Wil said, kissing her forehead softly.

“Hey babe?” the German said after many minutes.

Rebecca mumbled softly at Wil’s prompt, burrowing her head in closer to his chest. The more she focused on him, instead of the thoughts running through her head...the ifs, the buts and the what ifs; the better it would be for them both. “Meine liebe?”

“Do you have anywhere to be right now?”

Rebecca shook her head, she'd cleared her diary and told Holiday she was taking the night off which he'd duly waved her away too. She was still owed time off so it was one less headache for him that she took it. She'd wanted to just have tonight with Wilhelm, maybe dancing, dinner, drinks...of course those plans had been before all of this had happened.

“How about we just lay here until work tomorrow, just you and I?” Wil said.

Pressing the softest of kisses above Wil’s heart, Rebecca’s body ached too much to even try anything else. “Don't suppose you still have that room on the station do you?”

“Afraid not, but I can always get it again.” Von Haeften said with mischief in his mind.

Smiling at the hint of mischief in his tone, Rebecca tilted her head back and tried not to wince at the resulting vibration of pain. “Hotel room...bath...dinner in bed...what do you think?”

“If we go there, I’m going to do everything in my power to ravage you on the furniture...I’m not sure our anger is fully out of our system yet.” Wil said.

Rebecca laughed, before she might have been scared but she was coming to know Wil better...better able to read him and his words. Using what little energy she’d left, the woman moved her body until they were face to face on the pillow. “Let me have a bath and I'll be ready for round two...this time though I think I might ravage you. My turn to punish you…Bumsen* dummkopf**? You’re gonna pay dearly for that….”

The teutonic scientist’s words were barely above a whisper as he moved to her ear.

“Do…”

“...your..”

“...worst.”

Rebecca laughed as she moved in and gently pressed a kiss to where she had left teeth marks and a bruise against Wil’s neck. “Bath first...hell raising sex after. You can help me wash my back….”

“I’ll pack some things.” Wil said with a smirk.

Rebecca laughed as she returned the peck of a kiss that Wil offered before watching him move away. Beyond the aching body, the bruises she could swear went down to her bones...the woman realised that she was happy...happier than she'd ever felt before...happier than she'd ever believed she could be. She didn't want anything more than what they had now because this...this was perfect.

END

*Extraordinarily Vulgar term: lit: “F-ing”

**Mild insult; lit: ‘Dumb Head’.

A JP by:

Lieutenant JG Wilhelm Von Haeften
Chief Science Officer
USS Galileo

&

Petty Officer 2nd Class Rebecca Williams
Yeoman to Captain Jonathan Holiday
USS Galileo

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