::  La Belle Rose  ::

He stared down into the passion-filled blue eyes, shining bright in the moonlit garret. The bed, large by American standards, must have been moved up here to the whispers of the scandalized French. Of course, he had learned years ago that few things truly scandalized the French. He lowered his lips to hers and gently elicited a groan of pleasure. He trailed kisses across her cheek to find her ear and nibbled on it.

While his lips were busy, his hands were equally occupied. Gently cupping each breast, he squeezed and pinched the nipples, until they were hard little pebbles. She arched up into the sensation, demanding more.

"Oh, god. W-w-alter, please. Oh god, this can’t be right, but, dear lord, it feels so good."

He was careful not to scare her. He was beginning to believe the proprietress of La Belle Rose, that Dana Scully, doctor at the French Army Hospital, long past 30, and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, was truly still a virgin.

"I tell you, Walter, a woman knows these things," Madame had assured him.

A finger touched the cleft in his chin sending a shiver straight down to his cock. His very exposed cock, which right now was pressed hard into her thigh. "What are you thinking about, Walter?"

He brought his lips down on hers and kissed her passionately. His tongue probed, demanding that she part her lips. Her hand clutched his shoulder, tense with surprise, but slowly she relaxed again, for perhaps the tenth time this evening.

It has been an evening of surprises and eroticism beyond anything he could imagine. Of course he was a small town school teacher who had not been introduced to the joys of unfettered sex until he had met Rose. By then he was long into his thirties, just recently divorced from his straight-laced Baptist wife. He had come to France in 1910 to escape not only the scandal, but also because he knew his life was slowly ebbing into a grey awful existence. He had found a job with Reuters as a stringer, and would hang out at La Belle Rose.

Madame Rose, ageless but probably closer to 60 than 50, had taken him under his wing. An expatriate since before the Spanish American War, she had loved hard and well, and still enjoyed a series of young lovers. One morning she had found him still asleep at one of her tables, her constant companion, a wise and demanding Siamese with the very odd name of Nyk watching over him. She had taken him upstairs and shown him how to make love to a woman and how a woman should make love to a man. There was no possessiveness on either’ part, and often she would ignore him for weeks. But every moment with her was a lesson in how to live life to the fullest.

He’d needed that when war broke out. He had joined the French Army. To his surprise, his age and his learning earned him Captains’ stripes. He had served well, was respected by his men, and each death killed a part of him.

By the time America joined the war; he was a full colonel and assigned as liaison between the French and American armies. He wasn’t sure what was more exhausting – sitting in a muddy trench for 80 hours straight or dealing with two nationalities that forever distrusted each other’s motives. He seldom made it back to Paris, but he had earned this leave and immediately made his way to La Belle Rose.

Rose had met him effusively and poured him only the very best cognac that she had to offer. But when it came time to go upstairs, she had stopped him shaking her head. "Non, mon aime. . I have someone else in mind for you. A friend, a friend that you will need to seduce."

"Seduce, Rose? Who is she? A maiden aunt, you didn’t tell me you had?" His voice was harsh. He wanted only to bury himself in her arms.

She spoke to him quite crossly. "Walter! Dana Scully is very special and very dear to me, almost as dear as you are." She sighed, "Americans are so uptight about something so natural. That’s why I left and gave up my citizenship all those years ago. I loved unwisely and when my family disowned me, I never looked back. I have lived a long and good life, Walter Skinner, and I taught you well. Now it is time to pass on the learning." She actually blushed. "It is not for me to teach her."

"Well, where is she, isn’t it about closing time?"

"She always comes in for a drink after her shift. The Bâtards don’t appreciate her and give her the latetimes." She wiped the bar with her towel, shooing the now ancient Siamese down, while there were still other patrons present. "She is very unhappy, Walter. She isn’t young, you know." She snorted, "Much younger than you though." "But," she shrugged, "she has had no joy de vive in her life. It is a good thing to be a doctor and to help people. She shows the men that women are not merely the vessels for their seed. Ah, but le Bon Dieu made men and women to be together, Walter, not alone."

He could tell that Rose was getting upset, so he had sighed and agreed. Rose had nearly given up on the girl showing at all. It was nearly an hour later and a good 30 minutes past official closing, when it happened. Rose was just shutting off the lights, when the door opened and Walter’s heart stopped beating.

"I’m sorry I’m so late, Rose. There was an emergency at the hospital. I can leave if you have to close."

"Come ma petite, bonsoir. I have to close, or the gendarmes will surely close me for a week. Mais, there is nothing that says I can’t give my friend a nightcap. Come cherie, there is someone I want you to meet."

Skinner had managed to put a simple greeting together but her beauty had captivated him. He simply stood there, while Rose explained to Dana just who Walter was. "An old dear friend, just in from the front. Very important." Skinner snorted but a stupid grin was tugging at his lips. He was surprised to see a small grin appear on the redhead’s face, too.

They drank a brandy, and then Dana had stood reaching for her coat. "Well, it is time for me to let you go to bed Rose."

Walter hadn’t needed any urging from the bar owner to insist, "I’ll walk you home." He ignored her protests and grabbed his coat from the hook on the wall.

As they left she looked up at him. "Really, you don’t need to. I usually walk for a while anyway. Paris is quite safe you know."

He took her arm and led her down the street. "I could use a walk, too."

They had walked for hours, talking, exchanging remembrances of home, his of Texas, she of Massachusetts. It was incredible how easily they talked, and when they stopped on a bridge spanning the Seine, it was natural that he kiss her. She drew back from him slightly. The lamplight caught her shock, but something else too, a question, a fear. He had waited patiently. Suddenly she had stood on tiptoe and kissed him back, tentatively and very unsure of herself. His hands cupped her head, and he had reclaimed control. Kissing her eyes, then burying his lips in her soft throat, he let his hands roam, seeing how far she wanted him to go.

Regretfully, she pulled away from him. "I had better go home now."

"Why?" His voice was harsh and rough with passion.

She looked at him for a long time and suddenly made a decision. "I don’t know."

Now she lay in the large bed in the garret of Rose’s building. When he slowly removed her clothes, he took care to caress and touch each patch of skin as it was exposed. Each piece that dropped to the floor was another opportunity to explore. He had sat her on the bed while he had stripped for her. She watched in fascination as the tension built and panic would flick in her eyes. Somehow though, some inner strength would come and still her panic.

He stood for a moment and let her look, knowing that, as many naked men she had seen in her career, none were ever this aroused by the sight of her. She had moved back to lie on the bed, and he had straddled her, covering her body. Now, he was stoking and kissing his way down, until his lips engulfed her distended and painfully erect nipples. She cried out in pain and pleasure, as he gently bit down on one. Then, he began pulling on it, while his free hand continued to pinch and minister to the other. Her moans of pleasure spurred him on, and she caressed his head, trying alternately to hold him to her and push him away. But he was so much bigger; she might be trying to move a wall.

Patiently, he continued his slow exploration. He lingered at her belly button teasing and exploring it with his tongue, causing her to gasp and giggle. Then he knelt between her legs and stretched her wide, exposing all of her to his gaze. He watched the blush spread from her chest up to the roots of hair and he grinned. His finger traced a line from the valley of her breasts, to the tuft of deep red hair at the juncture of her legs, then down, until he parted her labia. She gasped again and whimpered. "Please, Walter, it feels so good, aren’t you going to…"

Words failed her and he grinned at her discomfort. "Dana, I’m going to fuck you until you pass out, but not now, not yet."

Her eyes widen at the seductiveness of his crude language and she felt an embarrassing moisture drip down the crack between her hips. He continued to explore her with his finger, gently probing her core, twisting his finger, teasing her. She felt herself grow comfortable with him there, even beginning to move her hips to increase the friction. As she closed her eyes in contentment, he plunged another finger into her. He was suddenly stretching her further, and she was no longer simply contented. Instead she arched against his hand and a new sensation joined his invasion. She opened her eyes and peered down at him. She was shocked and thrilled to see his head between her legs, his lips teasing her aching clitoris, his eyes locked on hers. Her breathing became erratic, and with each inhale, she wasn’t sure if she could take in enough breath to fill her lungs. His eyes willed her to let go. Then suddenly an intense burning began in her belly. She felt herself dissolve into a moist puddle as her inner walls contracted around his fingers and, for the first time in her life, she came with an earth shattering scream.

He held her as tremors shook her. She was surprised when he finally pulled his hand from her, she had breath left to moan at the loss. She watched fascinated, as he held his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. Then, before coming to lay back beside her, he dragged his fingers over her folds again and then held them out to her.

"Here, this is what heaven tastes like," he whispered.

She looked at him nervously but he didn’t force her. Tentatively, she flicked her tongue out and delicately licked her juices off him. She shuddered at the decadence of it, not caring if she were eternally damned or not. He kissed her then, and she tasted herself on his lips. Once more, she felt need and desire spread through her.

He sat with his back against the headboard and watched her through hooded eyes. She shook in anticipation. She knew he expected her to do something but she wasn’t sure what. Taking a shuddering breath, she knelt beside him and asked tentatively, "Show me how to pleasure you."

He took her into his arms and moved her to kneel between his legs. "Kiss me, Dana." He whispered. "Taste me, all of me."

She bit her upper lip and closed her eyes. Then he saw her inner strength beat back the panic once again. She started off tentatively, kissing him shyly on the cheek and then the lips. When he opened them to her, she explored his mouth, imitating his earlier thrusts. Growing brazen, she added a few flourishes of her own, caressing the roof of his mouth, twirling around his tongue with hers. She used her hands just for leverage at first, but as she found her balance, she began to roam as he had roamed. She caressed and teased him just as he had done to her.

She found his own flat nipples and was surprised, even with her medical knowledge, to find that they became as hard and erect as her own. Bringing her lips to them, she bit down and was pleased by the growl deep within his throat. She felt him moving down on the bed, reclining a bit more. She thought she knew what he expected her to do. But she was suddenly scared, unsure on just how to do what he wanted. She scooted back, staring first at his huge erection, and then into his hooded eyes.

He saw the fear and indecision there and sighed. "It’s okay, Dana, you don’t…"

She seized his lips in a demanding, yet hasty kiss. "It’s not that I don’t want to Walter. I just don’t know what you want."

He nodded in understanding. Her lips were swollen from their kissing, he noticed and there were love bites up and down her torso. He nearly came from the wantonness of it as he lightly caressed her breasts. "Kiss it, Dana," he pleaded quietly. "Take it in your mouth. Suck on it and lick it. And. . . oh God."

Her head descended and she kissed it like he had never expected. A feather light kiss that nearly had him off the bed, it was so intense. Then she engulfed the huge, almost purple head, and sucked on it with such force that he had to think of the icy muck of the trenches to keep from cumming. When the gentle licking began from the base to the tip, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

Pulling her up to him, he drew his legs together and positioned her over his shaft. Slowly, he lowered her down on him. Filling her, stretching her, until he met that last resistance. His wife had bled on their wedding night and cried so hard, that he hadn’t touched her again throughout their six-year marriage. He was so afraid that he would hurt Dana in the same way. She must have seen the fear in his eyes. Suddenly, she used his shoulders for leverage and pushed herself home.

He saw the flicker of pain pass behind her eyes. She sighed and buried her lips in his shoulder. "Dana, are you all right? Dana, say something please."

She rose up, causing his cock to stir and grow even more. Her eyes sparkled and she whispered, "Now, Walter I am finally all right."

He began to thrust up into her. A part of him decided that watching her was one of the most beautiful sights he ever hoped to see. Dawn was just awakening Paris. The early morning sun shown through the garret window and her hair turned to fire. She rode him hard and he reached between their legs, found her clit, and brought her to climax again. She shuddered and fell forward to clutch him.

He pushed himself away from the headboard and flipped her on her back. Both their heads were at the footboard now. He began to pound into her, his balls slapping against her ass. He threw back his head roaring his own release as he felt her walls tighten again. Looking up in awe, she mouthed a surprised, pleased ‘oh’, just before she passed out.

He stroked her gently until her eyes fluttered open. He could have drowned in those deep blue eyes. Holding her tight, they fell asleep together, he Siamese purring quietly on the windowsill.

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