“Oh come on Hans,” Elsa said bouncing up and down on the bed. Koenig sat at the end of the bed. His jacket was slung carelessly over a chair, his braces were hanging loosely by his hips. He reached down and removed his expensive riding boots. Elsa moved over to him and undid some buttons on his shirt. She slipped a hand inside and raked her fingernails across his hairy chest. This never failed to arouse him but today she got no reaction. Exasperated she dropped her head until it rested on his shoulder. They were both staring out of the window as the rain snaked down the glass.
Her apartment was on the sixth floor. She lived there with her husband a Major in the SS. Koenig had never met him. There were photographs of him around the apartment but Elsa always turned them so he couldn’t be seen. More for herself than her Wehrmacht lover. The pangs of guilt had long since faded. Her husband was stationed just outside Berlin and on the few occasions he did have leave he preferred to spend it with his friends at the casino.
Elsa blew gently on Koenig’s neck. He continued to look out the window as he put his boots tidily together. She sighed and moved away from him. She went over to a mirrored dressing table where the package he had brought her lay.
“Is this for me?”
He nodded.
She carefully undid the package and squealed with delight when she saw what was inside. She turned with it clutched to her chest.
“Thank you, thank you,” she said.
He smiled briefly.
She was wearing just a blouse and a pair of knickers and she took a silk stocking and bunched it in her hands, put her foot into the gathered material and began rolling it up her leg. She smoothed it over her thigh and repeated the act with the other one.
“They’re lovely,“ she said.
She stood in front of him, unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. The air was cold in the apartment and her nipples were hard, her breasts round and firm. She came back over to him and ran her hands through his hair as her bare chest touched his. They kissed hard as she pressed against him and slowly their bodies sank to the bed, their legs quickly entwining. He ran his hands over the material of her stockings and their feel aroused him. She noticed and put her hand down to his loins.
“Ooh Hans,“ she said feeling him harden in her hand. He slid her knickers off over her bottom and squeezed the flesh. Soon they were giggling and sighing.
After, when they were both spent he lay on his back. She lay on her side resting her head and one arm on his chest.
“That was wonderful Hans,” she said blowing a strand of her hair from her face.
He continued to stare at the ceiling.
“I’m going away Elsa.”
She looked up at his face then slowly lifted her head to look into his eyes.
“Going away?”
“North Africa with the fifth Panzer army,” he smirked to himself “I’ve never been called for action before, ever.”
In truth Hans Koenig was a coward who had always pulled strings through his friends. This time he knew he couldn’t get out of it.
He had accepted his fate.
“I don’t want you to go away my love. It’s dangerous for you.”
“Nonsense,” he said with a courage he did not feel, “I’ll be fine. I will probably be back in a few weeks. Six maybe, as soon as Field Marshall Rommel has won the war in the desert. I’ll be back in Berlin before you know it.”
Tears were running down her face which she wiped away herself.
“I don’t want you to go.”
“I must my love. If I tried to remain I would be branded a coward.”
They both sat up on the bed. She took his hand in her hers.
“I love you Hans.”
“I love you too Elsa.”
“Promise me you’ll take good care of yourself.”
“You know I will.”
He got up and began to get dressed.
“I must be going.”
“Can you not stay the night.”
“I can’t my love. I must pack. I leave tomorrow or the day after. I don’t know.”
She watched him get dressed. Her little Hans. He crossed the room to her and kissed her. Then he pulled away and went for the door.
“Marry me,” she suddenly blurted out.
His hand was on the door knob poised. He let it go.