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Part 2.
Title: With the Best of Intentions, 2/2
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Shosanna/Fredrick, mentions of Marcel
Rating: R
Word Count: 2620
Summary: After initially seeking to drive him away, Shosanna finds herself involved in a rather difficult situation with Fredrick. Nothing ever goes according to plan, does it?
Warnings: I'm thinking this one can fit in with the same timeline as King For A Day, but I'll leave that to you to decide for yourself, oh discerning reader. I was inspired by Missile by Iamx (There's also this version, if you prefer). In the film script, it was mentioned that Marcel was the only man Shosanna had ever been with, so I referenced that in my story.
So you came like a missile
Leaving me the whole world in exile
Think you're giving but you're taking my life away
-Missile, Iamx
Above the theater auditorium was a loft, comprised of two separate rooms and one bathroom. When she first settled in with Madame Mimieux and Marcel, Shosanna boarded with the projectionist in the smaller of the two rooms, whereas the proprietor held residence in the larger room. After her untimely passing the previous Spring, Shosanna took over as proprietor and all that came with it.
For a time, Shosanna permitted Marcel to share her bed, but that came to a sudden end the night she met Fredrick. She of course did not share her reason with him, claiming instead that she "did not belong" to any single person; but being a clever man, Marcel figured it out soon enough. Shosanna spent her nights fitfully alone and awaking far too early and far too frustrated as her dreams were plagued with the German War Hero.
~
Fredrick was unquestioning in his cooperation, watching as she locked the door, trapping them both in her quarters. She then came at him once more, aggressively barraging him with bruising kisses while simultaneously backing Fredrick up against her bed, the backs of his knees slamming into the bed-frame. Taking a breath, Shosanna pulled away from him; her stance confrontational and a predatory glint in her eyes as she snapped at him,
"Sit."
Though unnerved, Fredrick did so. Without respite, Shosanna carried on her assault of his senses, clawing at his uniform, her kisses combative as she forced entry into his mouth with her tongue. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, Shosanna straddled Fredrick, pinning him in place with her knees on either side of him. Wanting to mar the handsome Oberschütze dress uniform and scar the young body beneath its wool surface, she then proceeded to grind herself against his thighs, taking immense gratification in the feel of his already burgeoning hardness.
Ready to claim victory over him, she slid her hands down to unfasten his slacks. But while Fredrick's flesh was willing, his mind and heart were not. His hands firmly, yet gently grasped her wrists, interrupting both her violent seduction and her train of thought. Cautiously, he pushed the startled young woman off of him. Shosanna stood before him, dumbstruck, and worse of all, thoroughly embarrassed. Fredrick remained seated on the side of the bed, his eyes silently pleading with her for some kind of understanding. His voice was quiet, wounded.
"Non, Emmanuelle. Not like this. I want you, but not like this."
Shosanna was left sputtering. Fredrick slowly stood, straightening out his uniform, afraid to even face her. Keeping his eyes trained to the floorboards, he carefully side-stepped her, intent on exiting Le Gamaar so they could salvage what was left of their respective dignities. With his back to her, Fredrick stuck to formalities and his voice took on a polite tone, the kind reserved for mere acquaintances.
"If you would still like to have the premiere held here, Mademoiselle Mimieux, then Herr Goebbels and myself will stop by tomorrow, at about 1:00 p.m. If that will not suffice, then I am certain that I can persuade him to hold it at The Ritz, as was originally planned."
Shosanna was incredulous. Shaken out of her momentary stupor, she stormed over to the young man and reached out to turn him around and face her. His body was tense and he still refused her eye contact; Shosanna's offense at Fredrick's rejection quickly faded as shame took over. She felt sick.
What am I doing? What am I becoming?
Recognizing that her ire was wholly misdirected, Shosanna now sought to rectify the situation.
He doesn't deserve this.
Keeping a comfortable amount of space between the two of them, she broke the awkward silence.
"Non, Fredrick. I told you before that would be unnecessary. Please, do not leave. Not yet."
Still guarded and doubtful, he fixed his eyes back on her.
"Emmanuelle, I do not want you to feel any obligation toward me. You may not feel for me as I do for you, but to force yourself physically into doing something you do not want…"
Fredrick trailed off as his voice choked.
Shosanna's chest constricted and her insides knotted. She could not deny her attraction to him, nor her fascination for him; as she observed the damaged, vulnerable, young man, she could also not deny that perhaps they shared more similarities than she cared to admit. And perhaps the young woman felt more for him than she had thought. Closing the gap, Shosanna approached Fredrick and cupping his face in her hands, she informed him, with absolute certainty and simplicity,
"Stay."
No other words were necessary.
Fredrick moved in even closer, his face only centimeters from hers, and pressed his lips against her forehead. Before she had a chance to make sense of all that had and would happen, Fredrick stepped back and dropped down on bended knee. He then took her foot in his hands, untying the laces of her heeled work boot, removing it and her sock with precision; his hands lightly traced the contours of her bare foot before turning his focus to her other booted foot and doing the same to it. There was nothing perverse about the act and Fredrick's actions had so far been chaste, yet Shosanna found herself blushing furiously as it was quite obvious that Fredrick was infatuated with every inch of her.
As he straightened himself back up, she immediately overtook his previous position, running her fingertips over the polished, cool expanse of his knee-high leather boots. Noticing how neatly his wool slacks were tucked into the boot tops, Shosanna realized that even after doing away with his impressive footwear, she would still be denied the sight of his skin. She raised her head up to see Fredrick eying her with amazement, awaiting her next move. It was then that Shosanna decided on a different course of action. With a smirk, she proceeded to run her fingers along the inseam of his slacks, barely brushing against his arousal. Hearing Fredrick breathe in sharply was all the indication she needed and returned to the task at hand of removing his boots. He did not dare protest, as he knew very well of what he had gotten himself into and Shosanna was a most worthy opponent.
Their clothes came next, taking turns stripping articles of clothing off of each other. For as patient and well-mannered as Fredrick was, the buttons of Shosanna's yellow, collared button-up shirt proved to be a hinderance. Taking hold of the thin material in his hands, he settled for ripping it apart and tossing the ruined material aside; mindful enough to shoot her an apologetic look before carrying on. The rest of their garments (even his elegant uniform) soon followed and were strewn about the room, and there they stood; nude and utterly astonished at the sight of each other.
Fredrick's wide-eyes appreciatively raked over Shosanna's form; taut, pale skin like gossamer paper and her preciously delicate, lithe body composed of soft curves.
Fredrick's own allure could not be refuted; his face was boyishly handsome, but his body was fully masculine. His was a form forged out of rigorous physical training and strict discipline, consisting of nothing but hard lines and lean muscle.
Making the first move, he raised his hand and smoothed her cheek with the back of his knuckles, noting how Shosanna's eyes fluttered closed and her pulse quickened. Fredrick's hands began a tortuously slow exploration of her body, traveling down to cup her small, flawlessly formed breasts, then running along her waist and settling on her hips. Her desire now sky-high, Shosanna's breathing began to lag. Wrapping his right arm behind her back to brace her body against his, Fredrick removed his left hand from her hip to her upper thigh; it was then that Shosanna's breathing stopped altogether. She was convinced that if Fredrick's hand did keep on course, she was going to black out.
He did not disappoint.
Fredrick's touch was feather-light as - much like Shosanna did moments earlier - he moved his fingertips straight up and down her inner thigh. She wanted to cry out, but her voice came out in a nearly inaudible squeak. Without warning, Fredrick withdrew his hand and raised it to her hair to remove the last article of clothing: her hair-pin. Shosanna's hair cascaded around her face in wild disarray, but he pushed it back to clear a path on her neck for his mouth. Leaving a trail of scorching kisses along the way, Fredrick halted at her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth.
A sigh of contentment was heard, but neither were certain from who it escaped. Was it his? Was it hers? It did not matter, as she was now crushed against him and holding Fredrick as tightly as he was holding her, both enraptured with one another. All that could be felt was the intensely torrid passion which emanated from them both, from everywhere; from his mouth, from the feel of his body, even from the atmosphere of the room.
Shosanna's mind intruded yet again, as she could not help but compare Fredrick to Marcel, as the projectionist had been her only lover until now. Though Marcel was taller, stronger built, older, and as reserved as she was, Fredrick was captivating in his own way. He was the perfect embodiment of the beauty of youth; he was open, flirtatious, charming, and naive, yet knowing.
How many girls have been with the German Sgt. York?
Fredrick was now nuzzling her neck, and his voice, barely above a whisper, murmured German endearments against her skin. As shivers spread across her shoulders, she knew then it was of no consequence. Shosanna could tell by both his words and actions that Fredrick had never loved a woman like her before and knowing this heightened her arousal; her nerves were on fire and made her even more receptive to his every touch, as it seemed as though his mouth, his fingertips were so hot. So was his body, which was now slightly shifted and pressed into her side. Immediately, Shosanna felt chilled when she lost that heat.
Opening her eyes, she found Fredrick standing beside the bed, cautiously observing her. They were both aware that they had taken a risk in even getting to this point, and he was now giving her one last opportunity to regain her wits. Fredrick now seemed to expect Shosanna to stop this, to point a finger to the door and dismiss him. Perhaps she had lost them, perhaps she had gone mad, but now, Shosanna was leaving it to fate, and fate was leading her in his direction.
She lay flat on her back and he on his side, facing her. Fredrick kissed her fervently, both passionately and tenderly, pressing himself into her side. He was finding it increasingly difficult to contain himself, exercising as much self-control as he could, for her sake. His request was almost a plea,
"Let me do this for you, liebling."
Biting her lip in anticipation, Shosanna nodded her head, giving Fredrick permission to continue.
Leaning over her, he peppered her face with kisses, making his way from her jawline to her neck; tasting her pulse, feeling it intensify with her now thundering heartbeat. He travelled down her body, lavishing attention upon her breasts and raining kisses over her stomach and allowing his teeth to graze her delicate flesh along the way. In response to Fredrick's ministrations, Shosanna's body began to softly quake, which worsened as he nipped at her hipbones.
If he stops…
But he did not. Gliding his hand between her slick thighs, he stopped at the junction between her legs and entered there; first his index finger, followed by his middle finger. Shosanna found herself overwhelmed by both the earnestness in his gaze and the growing, pleasurable feelings threatening to spread to the rest of her body.
Too late.
Shosanna gasped and her hips lifted off of the bed as Fredrick replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue; the stimulation spread from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Gritting her teeth and hands fisting the sheets, her body was on fire and begging for mercy as the tension built up. Placing a hand on her lower stomach to still her, Fredrick drew back; Shosanna was certain she was going to weep. Sensing this, he gave her a regretful smile.
"Emmanuelle, I…"
Fredrick was looking at her with nervous expectancy.
Ah.
Shosanna reached over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom, then handed it over to him. At first she offered her assistance, but Fredrick resisted, claiming that having her hands on him would end the moment before it could begin. With a laugh, she lay back down and waited for him.
Fredrick entered her completely, penetrating her so deeply and with such ease that they both cried out. He gripped Shosanna's hips with both hands and rocked her against him; and taking great care, he lowered himself on top of her. A moment passed as they allowed their bodies to adjust to the feel of the other; it was almost too much, far too exquisite. Shosanna adored how the weight of him on her felt, as it fed the stunning ache she felt all over; she was now enlightened as to just how insatiable it was. Fredrick looked upon her with total reverence and Shosanna knew that for him, this was not just sex, and it surpassed love-making, it was an act of worship. Knowing that she would never be loved by anyone as much as him was enough to make her burst into tears, and she almost hated him for it.
And then he moved.
Shosanna was flushed with warmth and was mesmerized with each new sensation Fredrick provoked with every thrust. She very much wanted this, wanted him, and so she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him as close to her as possible, craving the skin-to-skin contact. Shosanna matched every kiss, every movement with equal tenacity, pressing her heels into Fredrick's lower back, urging him on deeper, harder, faster.
The pressure and tension increased, as did the heat; it rushed through her, recharged, coalesced, then erupted. Her body trembled as her back arched and hips bucked, and she came hard and fast with a cry that was half scream, half sob. Her orgasm was so intense and blinding that Shosanna was convinced she was falling to pieces. Feeling her clench around him, Fredrick gave a few more hard thrusts to both prolong her pleasure and to bring himself to climax. His body shuddered and he soon joined her in her reverie; however, Shosanna, half-expecting to hear her name, felt her heart rip in half when Fredrick groaned that of her other identity instead.
Unfortunately for her, Fredrick, unlike Marcel, loved Emmanuelle Mimieux, not Shosanna Dreyfus. Perhaps the German War Hero would, if he knew. Perhaps he would take up her cause and make her vengeance his own.
But for now, as he regarded her with pure adoration, all was forgiven and she welcomed him into her arms.
~
As Fredrick slept, Shosanna contemplated all that was yet to come and what it meant for the both of them; her mind mulled over possibilities that exhilarated and disturbed her. No matter what path she chose, there would be immense risk involved, a fact that Shosanna was well acquainted with four years ago; but there was now another factor to consider. Exhaustion claimed her and with Fredrick beside her, curled into her side, Shosanna knew there was no other divine place to be but there in bed, with him.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Shosanna/Fredrick, mentions of Marcel
Rating: R
Word Count: 2620
Summary: After initially seeking to drive him away, Shosanna finds herself involved in a rather difficult situation with Fredrick. Nothing ever goes according to plan, does it?
Warnings: I'm thinking this one can fit in with the same timeline as King For A Day, but I'll leave that to you to decide for yourself, oh discerning reader. I was inspired by Missile by Iamx (There's also this version, if you prefer). In the film script, it was mentioned that Marcel was the only man Shosanna had ever been with, so I referenced that in my story.
So you came like a missile
Leaving me the whole world in exile
Think you're giving but you're taking my life away
-Missile, Iamx
Above the theater auditorium was a loft, comprised of two separate rooms and one bathroom. When she first settled in with Madame Mimieux and Marcel, Shosanna boarded with the projectionist in the smaller of the two rooms, whereas the proprietor held residence in the larger room. After her untimely passing the previous Spring, Shosanna took over as proprietor and all that came with it.
For a time, Shosanna permitted Marcel to share her bed, but that came to a sudden end the night she met Fredrick. She of course did not share her reason with him, claiming instead that she "did not belong" to any single person; but being a clever man, Marcel figured it out soon enough. Shosanna spent her nights fitfully alone and awaking far too early and far too frustrated as her dreams were plagued with the German War Hero.
Fredrick was unquestioning in his cooperation, watching as she locked the door, trapping them both in her quarters. She then came at him once more, aggressively barraging him with bruising kisses while simultaneously backing Fredrick up against her bed, the backs of his knees slamming into the bed-frame. Taking a breath, Shosanna pulled away from him; her stance confrontational and a predatory glint in her eyes as she snapped at him,
"Sit."
Though unnerved, Fredrick did so. Without respite, Shosanna carried on her assault of his senses, clawing at his uniform, her kisses combative as she forced entry into his mouth with her tongue. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, Shosanna straddled Fredrick, pinning him in place with her knees on either side of him. Wanting to mar the handsome Oberschütze dress uniform and scar the young body beneath its wool surface, she then proceeded to grind herself against his thighs, taking immense gratification in the feel of his already burgeoning hardness.
Ready to claim victory over him, she slid her hands down to unfasten his slacks. But while Fredrick's flesh was willing, his mind and heart were not. His hands firmly, yet gently grasped her wrists, interrupting both her violent seduction and her train of thought. Cautiously, he pushed the startled young woman off of him. Shosanna stood before him, dumbstruck, and worse of all, thoroughly embarrassed. Fredrick remained seated on the side of the bed, his eyes silently pleading with her for some kind of understanding. His voice was quiet, wounded.
"Non, Emmanuelle. Not like this. I want you, but not like this."
Shosanna was left sputtering. Fredrick slowly stood, straightening out his uniform, afraid to even face her. Keeping his eyes trained to the floorboards, he carefully side-stepped her, intent on exiting Le Gamaar so they could salvage what was left of their respective dignities. With his back to her, Fredrick stuck to formalities and his voice took on a polite tone, the kind reserved for mere acquaintances.
"If you would still like to have the premiere held here, Mademoiselle Mimieux, then Herr Goebbels and myself will stop by tomorrow, at about 1:00 p.m. If that will not suffice, then I am certain that I can persuade him to hold it at The Ritz, as was originally planned."
Shosanna was incredulous. Shaken out of her momentary stupor, she stormed over to the young man and reached out to turn him around and face her. His body was tense and he still refused her eye contact; Shosanna's offense at Fredrick's rejection quickly faded as shame took over. She felt sick.
What am I doing? What am I becoming?
Recognizing that her ire was wholly misdirected, Shosanna now sought to rectify the situation.
He doesn't deserve this.
Keeping a comfortable amount of space between the two of them, she broke the awkward silence.
"Non, Fredrick. I told you before that would be unnecessary. Please, do not leave. Not yet."
Still guarded and doubtful, he fixed his eyes back on her.
"Emmanuelle, I do not want you to feel any obligation toward me. You may not feel for me as I do for you, but to force yourself physically into doing something you do not want…"
Fredrick trailed off as his voice choked.
Shosanna's chest constricted and her insides knotted. She could not deny her attraction to him, nor her fascination for him; as she observed the damaged, vulnerable, young man, she could also not deny that perhaps they shared more similarities than she cared to admit. And perhaps the young woman felt more for him than she had thought. Closing the gap, Shosanna approached Fredrick and cupping his face in her hands, she informed him, with absolute certainty and simplicity,
"Stay."
No other words were necessary.
Fredrick moved in even closer, his face only centimeters from hers, and pressed his lips against her forehead. Before she had a chance to make sense of all that had and would happen, Fredrick stepped back and dropped down on bended knee. He then took her foot in his hands, untying the laces of her heeled work boot, removing it and her sock with precision; his hands lightly traced the contours of her bare foot before turning his focus to her other booted foot and doing the same to it. There was nothing perverse about the act and Fredrick's actions had so far been chaste, yet Shosanna found herself blushing furiously as it was quite obvious that Fredrick was infatuated with every inch of her.
As he straightened himself back up, she immediately overtook his previous position, running her fingertips over the polished, cool expanse of his knee-high leather boots. Noticing how neatly his wool slacks were tucked into the boot tops, Shosanna realized that even after doing away with his impressive footwear, she would still be denied the sight of his skin. She raised her head up to see Fredrick eying her with amazement, awaiting her next move. It was then that Shosanna decided on a different course of action. With a smirk, she proceeded to run her fingers along the inseam of his slacks, barely brushing against his arousal. Hearing Fredrick breathe in sharply was all the indication she needed and returned to the task at hand of removing his boots. He did not dare protest, as he knew very well of what he had gotten himself into and Shosanna was a most worthy opponent.
Their clothes came next, taking turns stripping articles of clothing off of each other. For as patient and well-mannered as Fredrick was, the buttons of Shosanna's yellow, collared button-up shirt proved to be a hinderance. Taking hold of the thin material in his hands, he settled for ripping it apart and tossing the ruined material aside; mindful enough to shoot her an apologetic look before carrying on. The rest of their garments (even his elegant uniform) soon followed and were strewn about the room, and there they stood; nude and utterly astonished at the sight of each other.
Fredrick's wide-eyes appreciatively raked over Shosanna's form; taut, pale skin like gossamer paper and her preciously delicate, lithe body composed of soft curves.
Fredrick's own allure could not be refuted; his face was boyishly handsome, but his body was fully masculine. His was a form forged out of rigorous physical training and strict discipline, consisting of nothing but hard lines and lean muscle.
Making the first move, he raised his hand and smoothed her cheek with the back of his knuckles, noting how Shosanna's eyes fluttered closed and her pulse quickened. Fredrick's hands began a tortuously slow exploration of her body, traveling down to cup her small, flawlessly formed breasts, then running along her waist and settling on her hips. Her desire now sky-high, Shosanna's breathing began to lag. Wrapping his right arm behind her back to brace her body against his, Fredrick removed his left hand from her hip to her upper thigh; it was then that Shosanna's breathing stopped altogether. She was convinced that if Fredrick's hand did keep on course, she was going to black out.
He did not disappoint.
Fredrick's touch was feather-light as - much like Shosanna did moments earlier - he moved his fingertips straight up and down her inner thigh. She wanted to cry out, but her voice came out in a nearly inaudible squeak. Without warning, Fredrick withdrew his hand and raised it to her hair to remove the last article of clothing: her hair-pin. Shosanna's hair cascaded around her face in wild disarray, but he pushed it back to clear a path on her neck for his mouth. Leaving a trail of scorching kisses along the way, Fredrick halted at her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth.
A sigh of contentment was heard, but neither were certain from who it escaped. Was it his? Was it hers? It did not matter, as she was now crushed against him and holding Fredrick as tightly as he was holding her, both enraptured with one another. All that could be felt was the intensely torrid passion which emanated from them both, from everywhere; from his mouth, from the feel of his body, even from the atmosphere of the room.
Shosanna's mind intruded yet again, as she could not help but compare Fredrick to Marcel, as the projectionist had been her only lover until now. Though Marcel was taller, stronger built, older, and as reserved as she was, Fredrick was captivating in his own way. He was the perfect embodiment of the beauty of youth; he was open, flirtatious, charming, and naive, yet knowing.
How many girls have been with the German Sgt. York?
Fredrick was now nuzzling her neck, and his voice, barely above a whisper, murmured German endearments against her skin. As shivers spread across her shoulders, she knew then it was of no consequence. Shosanna could tell by both his words and actions that Fredrick had never loved a woman like her before and knowing this heightened her arousal; her nerves were on fire and made her even more receptive to his every touch, as it seemed as though his mouth, his fingertips were so hot. So was his body, which was now slightly shifted and pressed into her side. Immediately, Shosanna felt chilled when she lost that heat.
Opening her eyes, she found Fredrick standing beside the bed, cautiously observing her. They were both aware that they had taken a risk in even getting to this point, and he was now giving her one last opportunity to regain her wits. Fredrick now seemed to expect Shosanna to stop this, to point a finger to the door and dismiss him. Perhaps she had lost them, perhaps she had gone mad, but now, Shosanna was leaving it to fate, and fate was leading her in his direction.
She lay flat on her back and he on his side, facing her. Fredrick kissed her fervently, both passionately and tenderly, pressing himself into her side. He was finding it increasingly difficult to contain himself, exercising as much self-control as he could, for her sake. His request was almost a plea,
"Let me do this for you, liebling."
Biting her lip in anticipation, Shosanna nodded her head, giving Fredrick permission to continue.
Leaning over her, he peppered her face with kisses, making his way from her jawline to her neck; tasting her pulse, feeling it intensify with her now thundering heartbeat. He travelled down her body, lavishing attention upon her breasts and raining kisses over her stomach and allowing his teeth to graze her delicate flesh along the way. In response to Fredrick's ministrations, Shosanna's body began to softly quake, which worsened as he nipped at her hipbones.
If he stops…
But he did not. Gliding his hand between her slick thighs, he stopped at the junction between her legs and entered there; first his index finger, followed by his middle finger. Shosanna found herself overwhelmed by both the earnestness in his gaze and the growing, pleasurable feelings threatening to spread to the rest of her body.
Too late.
Shosanna gasped and her hips lifted off of the bed as Fredrick replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue; the stimulation spread from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Gritting her teeth and hands fisting the sheets, her body was on fire and begging for mercy as the tension built up. Placing a hand on her lower stomach to still her, Fredrick drew back; Shosanna was certain she was going to weep. Sensing this, he gave her a regretful smile.
"Emmanuelle, I…"
Fredrick was looking at her with nervous expectancy.
Ah.
Shosanna reached over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom, then handed it over to him. At first she offered her assistance, but Fredrick resisted, claiming that having her hands on him would end the moment before it could begin. With a laugh, she lay back down and waited for him.
Fredrick entered her completely, penetrating her so deeply and with such ease that they both cried out. He gripped Shosanna's hips with both hands and rocked her against him; and taking great care, he lowered himself on top of her. A moment passed as they allowed their bodies to adjust to the feel of the other; it was almost too much, far too exquisite. Shosanna adored how the weight of him on her felt, as it fed the stunning ache she felt all over; she was now enlightened as to just how insatiable it was. Fredrick looked upon her with total reverence and Shosanna knew that for him, this was not just sex, and it surpassed love-making, it was an act of worship. Knowing that she would never be loved by anyone as much as him was enough to make her burst into tears, and she almost hated him for it.
And then he moved.
Shosanna was flushed with warmth and was mesmerized with each new sensation Fredrick provoked with every thrust. She very much wanted this, wanted him, and so she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him as close to her as possible, craving the skin-to-skin contact. Shosanna matched every kiss, every movement with equal tenacity, pressing her heels into Fredrick's lower back, urging him on deeper, harder, faster.
The pressure and tension increased, as did the heat; it rushed through her, recharged, coalesced, then erupted. Her body trembled as her back arched and hips bucked, and she came hard and fast with a cry that was half scream, half sob. Her orgasm was so intense and blinding that Shosanna was convinced she was falling to pieces. Feeling her clench around him, Fredrick gave a few more hard thrusts to both prolong her pleasure and to bring himself to climax. His body shuddered and he soon joined her in her reverie; however, Shosanna, half-expecting to hear her name, felt her heart rip in half when Fredrick groaned that of her other identity instead.
Unfortunately for her, Fredrick, unlike Marcel, loved Emmanuelle Mimieux, not Shosanna Dreyfus. Perhaps the German War Hero would, if he knew. Perhaps he would take up her cause and make her vengeance his own.
But for now, as he regarded her with pure adoration, all was forgiven and she welcomed him into her arms.
As Fredrick slept, Shosanna contemplated all that was yet to come and what it meant for the both of them; her mind mulled over possibilities that exhilarated and disturbed her. No matter what path she chose, there would be immense risk involved, a fact that Shosanna was well acquainted with four years ago; but there was now another factor to consider. Exhaustion claimed her and with Fredrick beside her, curled into her side, Shosanna knew there was no other divine place to be but there in bed, with him.