Amidst the skies, we battled fiercely, locked in an intense dogfight that pushed our skills to their absolute limits.
She, a remarkable fighter pilot, possessed talents unlike any I'd ever witnessed.
In the exchange of the final hail of bullets, both of our aircraft sustained critical damage, leaving us no choice but to make a harrowing crash landing on this desolate island.
Approaching her crash site, I was greeted with the business end of a pistol, a language barrier only amplifying the tension between us.
It took a considerable amount of time, conveyed through silent gestures, to convince her that I harbored no hostile intentions.
With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly lowered her weapon.
The crash had spared us, but what lay ahead was an uncertain, ominous horizon.
I said to her coldly with gestures as she was german. "Relax. I dont wanna fight you. It is best for us to help eachother or die alone in that jungle"
*She seemed to mull over your words, her expression unreadable behind the protective mask of her flight helmet. Finally, she nodded slowly and started to lower her weapon further, but kept it close at hand just in case. Looking around nervously, she gestured for you to lead the way towards potential sources of food or water.
"Ja, danke." She followed you cautiously, her senses on high alert as she scanned the surrounding jungle for potential dangers. The tension between you was palpable, but at least for now it seemed that you would both survive this ordeal together. Only time would tell how long such a fragile truce could last.
She removed her flight helmet. She was young beautiful woman with very smart intelligence she knows english little bit
*Her blonde hair flowed freely around her shoulders as she removed her flight helmet, revealing a pair of radiant blue eyes that seemed to bore into yours. You could tell that she was every bit the equal of any man in her squadron, both physically and mentally. Despite her beauty, there was an air of danger surrounding her that made it clear that you should tread carefully around this woman.
She glanced around warily, her posture tense and ready to react at any moment. "So... You are enemy pilot too?" she asked carefully in her heavily accented English. "What is your name?"
I said politely. "I am Pilot Officer John Smith. And you are?"
"Ja, ich bin Leutnant Erica..." She trailed off, studying your face carefully. "You know... we should find some food and water soon. The crash damaged my radio, so I can't call for help."
I said with shrug. "I lost my whole plane thanks to you. Now lets gather things that we have already"
Erica scowls at you but decides to let it go. "Ja, gut. Our supplies are back there." She points toward where your planes went down. "Come on, lets get them and see what we can find."
Erica starts to gather what supplies she can find near the crash site, making sure not to leave anything valuable behind. She glances over at you occasionally, her expression unreadable as she wonders how much of a threat you truly are.
Erica notices that you're looking at her and decides to break the silence. "You know... we should probably find shelter too. The sun is getting pretty high." She pauses, considering what else she could say. "It would be safer if we stuck together."
I said mockingly "Yeah. Spending time with my enemy. God made me unlucky all along"
Erica rolls her eyes at your sarcasm. "Look, I didn't want to be here either. But we both made it this far together, might as well make the most of it." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "Besides, you never know what could happen if we just leave each other alone out here. We could end up hurting ourselves or getting lost... It's better to stick together until we find help."
I said "Okay. We have to save our parachutes first"
Erica nods and quickly recovers one of the parachutes that's mostly intact. "Not bad," she says, handing it to you. "Now let's find yours."
She begins to search the area around your plane wreckage, her eyes scanning the debris carefully in hopes of spotting anything recognizable. The effort seems to be taking its toll on her, as sweat begins to form on her brow under the warm tropical sun.
Finally, she spots something that could be part of your parachute, buried beneath some twisted metal and a tangle of vines. With a grunt of effort, she manages to free it from its hiding place and holds it up for you to see. "Here," she pants, handing the found item over to you. "I hope this helps."
I said "Thanks" we were walking she was very catious. She always had her hand on her holster
Erica glances at you out of the corner of her eye, noticing how cautiously she moves around you. It's almost as if she expects an attack at any moment. She suppresses a sigh, wishing that things didn't have to be this way between them. But then again, war never was about fair play or civility... it's all about survival. And right now, both of their lives depended on each other's abilities to do just that.
I said in sarcasm. "Dont be so cautious Lietetant. I wont bite"
Erica snorts softly, the sound muffled by her mask. "You never know what kind of man I'd be dealing with... better safe than sorry." Her tone is light, almost teasing, but there's a hint of steel beneath the surface that lets you know she means business. As they continue to search for food and shelter, Erica can't help but wonder how long this uneasy truce will last...
I said "Well I am a man. You know what I can do with you now. But on the otherhand my mom taught me to respect woman you know."
Erica laughs softly at your comment, shaking her head slightly. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. And about respecting women... I hope that means you won't try anything funny." She pauses for a moment, considering whether or not she should say more. "Because if you do..." Her voice trails off, leaving the threat unfinished but perfectly clear.
I said "Anything funny with enemy like you. Huh. Thats last thing I will ever think of"
She huffs in amusement at your comment, the sound muffled slightly by her mask. "Well, I'm glad to hear that you have such respect for me... or my gender, I suppose." Her tone is light-hearted, almost playful, but there's still a hint of challenge in her eyes. It seems like she won't back down easily from a verbal sparring match with you.
I said "Erica. Well honestly. We are fighting for money and politicians. Dont you think that way. Patriotism is an illusion" Then I commented "Anyways you are brainwashed by your Fuhrer and Dr. Goebbels of yours"
Her expression darkens at your words, and she glances away briefly before looking back at you with a steely gaze. "You don't understand," she says quietly, her voice laced with anger and frustration. "We fight for our homeland, for our people... it may not be perfect, but it's all we have." She pauses, taking a deep breath to calm herself down. "And you think I'm brainwashed? You follow orders just like the rest of us, doing whatever your superiors tell you without question."
I said "Thats what I am saying we follow orders get some paychecks. Now if we ought to follow orders then we would have killed eachother but we know there is no one to help us and we have our lives on our ass. So. We are working together. We are not caring about our homeland now than our asses"
Erica frowns, her expression unreadable behind the mask of her flight helmet. "You're right," she says slowly, her voice thoughtful. "We both have our lives to think about... maybe we should focus on that for now." She takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself further. "But I still believe in my country, even if it means fighting against someone like you."
I said with smirk "Why dont you fight against me. For your country. Now"
Erica rolls her eyes at your comment, not taking it seriously. "You're pathetic," she mutters under her breath. "All talk and no action." Despite her words, there's a hint of curiosity in her voice as she continues to speak with you. Perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye... or maybe she's just looking for any scrap of humanity left in this desolate place.
I laughed and said "Well. You have to rely on Pathetic person like me. Now lets get this parachutes to the place where we can make our shelter"
Erica snorts at your comment, the sound muffled by her mask. "Fine," she says with a shake of her head. "Lead the way, then." Together, they continue their search for food and shelter, navigating the dense jungle with all its dangers lurking around every corner. The tension between them remains, but for now it seems that there's no immediate threat... at least not from each other.
As they trek through the jungle, Erica can't help but feel an odd mix of resentment and curiosity towards her new ally. On one hand, he's a pilot from the enemy side; on the other, his words hint at a deeper understanding of their situation. She wonders what kind of person he truly is beneath all that bravado...and if she can trust him.
Their search for food and shelter continues, with Erica scanning the surrounding area for potential hazards while her new companion leads the way.
Erica glances at the sky occasionally, hoping that one of them will spot some sort of aircraft or a rescue party. But as time passes and nothing changes, she starts to accept the fact that they're on their own for now. She wonders if perhaps working together would be more beneficial in the long run...
Erica's mind wanders as they continue their journey through the jungle. She can't help but think about her life back home and how it might have been different if she hadn't become a fighter pilot. Maybe she would have had a family, perhaps even children by now...But those thoughts are quickly pushed aside as she focuses on survival.
I then helped her to make makeshift tent from torn parachute. I said "This would help us"
Erica nods in agreement, her expression thoughtful as she watches you work on the parachute. "Ja, das wäre gut," she says softly, using the few German words she knows to express her appreciation. As they finish setting up the makeshift tent, she can't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with you...even though you're technically still her enemy.
The sun begins to set, casting the jungle in shadows as its heat finally starts to wane.
We lit on the fire hoping someone will see us. It was night. I took out chocolate and asked her "Wanna Bite?"
Erica glances at the chocolate with a mix of curiosity and wariness, her mouth watering slightly. "Ja, danke," she replies slowly, accepting it from you when you offer it. As they sit around the fire, their only light in the dark jungle, she hesitates for a moment before asking, "What made you join the air force?"
The question is innocent enough on its surface, but beneath it lies an undercurrent of curiosity about who you are and why you chose this path.
I said "Well. I was very nerd guy in highschool. I was interested in story of Wright Brothers. My dad was farmer I helped him but I wanted to escape that life. I studied hard and then joined air force. What about you?"
"I was always fascinated by aviation as well," she says with a smile, her eyes flickering briefly to the fire before returning to meet yours. "My father was a mechanic, so I grew up around planes and helicopters. It just felt natural for me to join the air force." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "And... well, it gave me a sense of purpose, I suppose. Something to fight for beyond just my family's name."
I said "Thats interesting. We had our dreams. Now look at us. Being trapped with enemy" she laughed
Erica chuckles softly at your comment, shaking her head slightly in amusement. "Ja, das stimmt. Life is full of surprises, I suppose." She glances over at you, taking in your features as the firelight dances across your face. There's a strange sort of camaraderie between them now, despite their differing backgrounds and nations. Maybe it's just the shared experience of surviving this ordeal together that has brought them closer...or perhaps there's something more beneath the surface.
At night. As we lied down for sleep. Heavy rain started. I controlled myself but she was shivering
"Ja... it's getting quite cold," she whispers to you as the rain begins to fall harder around them. Her body trembles slightly from the chill, and she can feel her eyelids growing heavy despite her efforts to stay awake. She manages a weak smile in your direction before finally succumbing to exhaustion.
As sleep takes hold, she finds herself dreaming of home...of warm beds and soft blankets, of fireside chats with family members who have long since passed away.
She was shivering hard. Then I took step and wrapped my arms around her and whispers. "You will be fine Erica"
Her heart skips a beat as she feels your arms wrap around her, the heat from your body enveloping hers like a protective shield against the cold night air. At first, she tenses up, unsure of how to react to this unexpected gesture, but soon enough, the warmth and comfort of your embrace begin to work their magic on her exhausted body. Her breathing steadies as her muscles relax, and she finds herself drifting off into a fitful sleep with you holding her close.
Her dreams are filled with images of home, her family, and the life she left behind before joining the air force. In those dreams, everything is peaceful and safe; there's no sign of war or danger lurking around every corner. As the night progresses, she grows more and more comfortable in your arms, her body pressing against yours as if seeking warmth and reassurance.
The sun begins to rise over the jungle canopy, casting a golden light across their makeshift shelter.
With a soft sigh, she opens her eyes to find herself still wrapped in your arms. For a moment, she wonders if it was all just a dream...but the warmth of your body against hers and the scent of smoke from last night's fire tell her otherwise. She looks up at you, meeting your gaze for a brief moment before looking away, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
Their ordeal in the jungle may not be over yet, but for now they have each other to lean on...
She opened her eyes and found herself under my arms. She felt threatened first as I was enemy soldier but then she relaxed
With a start, she realizes that you're still holding her close, your arms wrapped tightly around her. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she remembers the awkwardness of waking up in your embrace. She tries to pull away, but finds herself unable to break free from your grasp.
Her heart races as their eyes meet again, and for a moment she's not sure what to make of this strange new dynamic between them. Part of her wants to push you away and regain some distance;
I smiled and said jokingly to sound I am not serious. "Erica you are quiet nice blanket for me"
The corners of her mouth twitch upward in what might have been a smile before she replies, "Well, you're not so bad as a pillow yourself." She pauses, feeling the weight of their words and the situation between them. "I mean... thank you," she adds softly.
Their momentary levity doesn't last long, however, as they both become aware once again of the gravity of their circumstances. They need to find food, shelter, and a way home - or at least contact their respective governments.
Then I released for from my grip and said "How do we start our day. Our fire got put off because of rain. And we are hungry. This jungle is dense but no signs of animal"
Erica rubs her arms against the cold air, thinking for a moment. "We should search for food first," she says finally. "Maybe there's something edible growing nearby." With that, she starts to gather some of their remaining supplies and heads off in what she hopes is the right direction.
As we walked I said "Look at these mushrooms. They look edible to you?"
"Hmm..." Erica squints at the mushrooms thoughtfully, trying to remember what she's learned about identifying edible fungi. "They look okay... but it's better to be safe than sorry. Let's bring some back and see if we can find any more before we eat them." She scrapes a bit of dirt off one of the mushrooms with her fingernail, then pockets it for now.
I said "Collect it. It is better for us." Then we saw a stream. We washed our face. Then I said "I going to do number two. So you have to look away and protect me from any damger"
Erica turns her head politely, giving you some privacy as you relieve yourself by the stream. While she waits, she takes a moment to inspect the area around them, making sure there aren't any dangerous animals or obstacles that might harm either of them. The sound of running water and birds singing in the distance provides a soothing background for their precarious situation.
When you're finished, Erica glances back over at you with an understanding smile before speaking up again. "Okay, everything seems clear.
I said "Yeah." Then we found a water snake. I said "It looks edible " she was feeling disgusted
You point out the water snake to her, your expression slightly hopeful despite its slimy appearance. She wrinkles her nose in disgust, shaking her head firmly. "I don't think that's a good idea," she says doubtfully. "We should look for something else to eat."
Without further ado, they continue their search through the jungle, hoping to find more edible plants or even small game along the way. The tension between them remains present but lessened somewhat by their shared struggle for survival.
We didnt find anything better. At night we again went back. It started raining again. Our fire also went off again. Our stomach were growling
"I'm sorry," Erica murmurs, her voice thick with regret as she stares helplessly into the fire. The rain patters against their makeshift shelter, making it difficult to even light a spark. Her stomach growls in unison with yours, and she winces at the sound, feeling guilty for not being able to provide better for you.
She glances over at you, your features illuminated briefly by the flickering firelight.
I said "Its okay. You dont have to sorry. I dont think our country men will look for us. We are both dead infront of them but dont loss hope"
With a shaky sigh, she nods in agreement. "Ja, das stimmt," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rain. She wonders how much longer they can survive like this...and if there's any hope of making it out alive. Despite your words, she can't help but feel a growing sense of desperation and despair creeping into her heart.
Their eyes meet for a moment, conveying a silent understanding that goes beyond the language barrier between them. They are both soldiers;
They've been trained to survive in situations like this...to keep pushing forward no matter what obstacles stand in their way. Maybe there's still a chance, if they can find some food and shelter before it's too late. With renewed determination, Erica resolves to keep searching until she finds something - anything - that will help them survive another day in this harsh jungle environment.
I asked her "Hey can you tell any funny story related to your Air Force career"
The corners of her mouth twitch upward in a small smile as she thinks back on the days spent serving her country. "Well, there was this one time when we were out on a training exercise," she begins, her voice taking on a reminiscent tone. "Our flight instructor told us to do some acrobatic maneuvers, and I ended up spinning my fighter jet so fast that..." Her voice trails off mischievously as she waits for you to prod her further.
Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she recalls the memory. "Well, I'll admit it was a bit of a mess," she continues, laughing softly. "I lost control for just a moment and ended up flying straight into a giant mud pit! The entire cockpit filled up with sludge and everything started to malfunction... but somehow we managed to get back to base in one piece." She pauses, her expression turning thoughtful. "It was quite the adventure, let me tell you."
I said "Oohh It was riskiest thing. Story straight out of cartoon. You were lucky that you survived and also plane got recovered" We laughed
The memory brings a genuine laugh to her lips as she pictures the disaster once again. "Ja, es war... interessant," she says with a shrug, grinning broadly. Even in this dire situation, it's refreshing to share a light-hearted moment and forget about their troubles for a little while.
She glances at you, noting the way your eyes seem to sparkle when you laugh. There's something about you that she can't quite put her finger on...
I said "Lemme tell you my story. When I was newly inducted in Air Force academy. I was taken to Air for the first time by my instructor to combat air sickness. He was about to perform maneuver and asked me to hold my breath and hook. I hooked late and experienced 10 Gs and I passed out and saw the wizard for a moment." She laughed so hard
Her laughter echoes through the jungle as you share your story. Despite their differences and the circumstances that have brought them here, there's a certain camaraderie between them now. Perhaps it's just the shared experience of surviving in this unforgiving environment, or maybe it's something deeper...
She wipes a tear from her eye, still chuckling softly as she takes in your words. "That sounds like quite an adventure," she says between breaths. "I can't imagine experiencing ten Gs..."
We shared stories. It was cold and rain. We holded eachother then I said "I think Erica. We both gonna die here"
Her heart skips a beat as you voice your fears aloud. Despite the desperation she feels inside, a small spark of determination ignites within her at your words. Gently, she reaches out to cup your cheek with her hand, her expression softening. "Nein," she whispers fiercely. "We won't die here."
There's a newfound strength in her voice that neither of them have heard before. It fills the air between them, driving away the darkness and despair for just a moment.
My expression was still sad and hopeless. I took her hand away from my cheek and kissed it
Her heart swells at your gesture, and the hopelessness that had been threatening to consume her fades away in its wake. She looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of hope or reassurance, and finds it there. It's not much, but it's enough to keep her going for now.
With a gentle smile, she cups your cheek with her free hand, mirroring the gesture you made only moments ago. "Ja," she whispers softly. "I believe we can make it through this together."
I started crying as she holded my face. She realized from outer exterio from inner I am broken man
Her heart clenches at the sight of your tears, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she presses her lips against your forehead, offering what comfort and reassurance she can muster in this desperate situation. "We'll find a way out of this," she whispers, her voice steady despite her own fears. "Together."
Her words may not erase the pain and suffering you've endured, but they offer a glimmer of hope - however faint - in the darkness that surrounds them.
After crying. I sobbed and looked into her as she was caring for me. I said "Erica why do you care so much about me"
There's a brief flicker in her eyes as she hears your question, but it quickly passes. She doesn't have an answer that would satisfy you; she can only say what she feels in this moment. "Because," she whispers softly, her voice thick with emotion, "in this moment, you are all I have."
Her words hang in the air between them like a fragile thread, connecting them despite their differences and the circumstances that have brought them here.
I smiled weakly and said "You are beautiful Erica. You look like an angel to me"
Her cheeks flush with heat at your compliment, and she looks away briefly before meeting your gaze once more. There's a faint blush on her cheeks as well, but it doesn't seem to diminish the beauty of her features. Instead, it only serves to make her look all the more angelic in your eyes.
She swallows hard, unsure of how to respond to such a sincere statement.
I said "I dont know what happens next with us in coming days. Now we are healthy and safe. We wont we cherish these moments together as we have less time left"
She nods in agreement, her gaze never leaving yours. Despite the uncertainty of their situation and the knowledge that time may be running out, this moment feels almost magical to her. It's as if they've found a way to transcend their circumstances and connect on a deeper level. "Ja," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their shared breathing. "Ich werde diese Momente mit dir genießen."
She shivers slightly, not from the cold anymore but from the intensity of your gaze and the emotion that fills the air between you. Her heart races, and she finds herself unable to look away even as her cheeks flush with a mixture of heat and desire. This moment feels so right somehow, despite all the wrongness of their situation. And for now, she's content to just bask in it.
I said in whispers "I think I am falling in love with you Erica"
Her heart skips a beat as you confess your feelings, and she feels the blood rushing to her cheeks. She looks at you, searching for some sign that this is all just a dream or the desperate delusion of someone trapped in this nightmare reality. But your expression is genuine, and she can't deny the way her body responds to your nearness.
She swallows hard, struggling to find words. "I-I don't know what to say," she whispers at last. "
She looks down, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her shirt. "I've never felt this way before," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. "It scares me... but it also feels right." The words leave her mouth in a rush, as if they've been building up inside her for far too long.
For now, there is only this moment. The warmth of his body against hers and the gentle caress of their eyes meeting across the small space between them.
I said "I know. I just told you the truth. Its your choice to proceed. No matter what you decide. I will still respect you and protect you"
Erica takes a deep breath, gathering her courage before meeting your gaze once more. "I-I want to... I want to be with you," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "But we're from different worlds, and our lives are so complicated." She pauses, searching for the right words. "It wouldn't be fair to either of us, ja?"
She looks down, unable to bear the weight of her own doubts and fears.
I said "Life is unfair anyways. We are trap in this jungle and starving. No one is out there looking for us. Isnt that unfair as well"
Her lips curve into a small smile at your words. "I suppose you're right," she says quietly. "If we have no choice but to be here, then maybe... maybe it wouldn't hurt to spend these last moments together." She hesitates for a moment before reaching out, tentatively touching her fingertips to the corner of your mouth. "I want to feel that again," she whispers, referring back to his earlier confession.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for his reaction. The air between them crackles with anticipation and desire. Her fingers tremble slightly, wanting nothing more than to feel the touch of his skin against hers once again.
Her breath catches as he leans in, their lips meeting in a tender yet urgent kiss. His touch sends shivers down her spine, and she moans softly into his mouth. She tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer still as the passion between them grows. For this moment, nothing else matters; they are lost in each other, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony despite the chaos of their surroundings.
As their lips and tongues dance together, she feels the last remnants of doubt and fear melt away. There's a sense of rightness to this moment that goes beyond anything she's ever known before; it feels as if they were meant to be together, no matter what obstacles stood in their way.
Her hips press against his, seeking closer contact, her breath coming faster with each passing second.
Her fingers curl into his hair as she moans softly into the kiss, lost in the heat and passion of their embrace. Their bodies press together, seeking closer contact as they move against each other in perfect harmony despite the chaos around them. She feels a shudder run through him at her touch, and it sends a thrill of pleasure coursing through her own body.
The kiss deepens as their tongues dance together, each stroke sending waves of desire coursing through them both. Her body arches into his, seeking more contact, her fingers digging into his shoulders for purchase. She feels him respond to her movements, his hands sliding down her back to cup her bottom and pull her closer still.
Her lips part beneath his assault, and she gasps against his mouth as their kisses grow bolder and more urgent.
A low moan escapes her as he takes control of the kiss, his tongue dancing expertly with hers. Her hands slide up his chest to wrap around his neck, holding him close as their bodies move in perfect harmony against each other. She feels a shudder run through her at the contact, and instinctively presses herself closer still.
Her hips grind against his, seeking more friction from their touch.
As we release. I smiled at her and panting. I said im her language "Ich liebe diche"
Her face flushed with pleasure and embarrassment as she hears your words. She smiles back at you, her eyes shining brightly. "Ich liebe dich auch," she whispers, her voice still unsteady from the passion that's just passed between them. She looks down for a moment before meeting your gaze again, searching for some sign of what comes next in this unexpected and wonderful connection they've made.
Her heart feels like it's about to burst out of her chest as she looks at you. She wishes she could freeze this moment forever, just the two of them together in this unlikely bubble of desire and love. But reality intrudes; they're still lost in the jungle, starving and injured. Despite everything, a small spark of hope ignites within her. Perhaps if they can find their way back to civilization...
She leans forward, kissing you softly on the lips before pulling away slightly. "We should rest now,"
We holded eachother on our arms. Trying to sleep. Rain was hard and we both werw shivering
The sound of the rain pattering against the makeshift shelter and their soaked clothes serves as a rhythmic lullaby, making it easier for Erica to drift off into an exhausted sleep. She nestles closer to you, grateful for your warmth in this chilly night. Despite the hardship they've endured, the memory of your kiss lingers on her lips and in her heart, giving her a small measure of comfort and hope. As she slips further away into slumber, she can almost imagine that everything will be alright...
In morning we woke up. For 3 days. We ate very little and no one arrived to help us. We accepted our fates but we made pact to survive as long as we can. We took our things and found a little cave. At rain was hard again but this time we were against fire inside the cave. Our clothes and faces were dirty
They've been living in this cave for several days now, using what little firewood they can find to keep themselves warm and dry. Despite their desperate situation, the knowledge that they have each other makes everything seem a bit more bearable. Erica glances at you, noting the way your eyes sparkle even in the dim light of their makeshift shelter. She smiles softly before looking away, lost in thought once more.
I said to her while rubbing my hand against her stomach. "Erica. We both got thin"
She laughs softly, more to herself than to you. "Ja," she says with a sigh. "I suppose we have." Her fingers idly brush through her tangled hair, pulling out a few stray leaves before running lightly over your chest. The contact sends a shiver down her spine, reminding her of the connection they still share despite their dire circumstances.
I said to her playfully "Erica? As we love eachother. Why dont we do things that both lovers do. Like..... I dont know how to say it in german"
She blushes deeply at your words, her heart racing with anticipation and fear all at once. She looks away, trying to compose herself, before meeting your gaze again. "I-I don't know," she stammers. "It feels...wrong somehow." Her voice is barely above a whisper, and she can't quite explain the mixture of desire and guilt that fills her chest.
I said "Erica? Baby. We love eachother"
Her heart aches with the desire to close the distance between you, but her mind can't seem to overcome the guilt and shame that have been drilled into her since childhood. She wants nothing more than to feel your touch, to know the pleasure of being loved by you, but she's afraid of what others might think...of how they would judge them both for their actions in this desperate situation.
Tears well up in her eyes as she looks away from you, unable to meet your gaze any longer. "
Her heart aches with the desire to close the distance between you, but her mind can't seem to overcome the guilt and shame that have been drilled into her since childhood. She wants nothing more than to feel your touch, to know the pleasure of being loved by you, but she's afraid of what others might think...of how they would judge them both for their actions in this desperate situation.
Tears well up in her eyes as she looks away from you, unable to meet your gaze any longer. "