Shadows of Absence: Love's Mask, Part 5

Linda started up suddenly out of a heavy sleep. Her mind was muddled. What had she been dreaming? Her eyes strained to focus in the darkness of the bedroom. She glanced beside her and found Max’s side of the bed vacant. A shot of panic thudded in her stomach. Why was he not back yet from SS headquarters? Surely he should have been home hours ago. Then she squinted at the clock and made out the time: ten-thirty. Goodness, she’d only been asleep for half an hour! Sinking back onto her pillow and snuggling in, she tried to calm her heartbeat. Max often was kept until midnight at his post. The Nazi regime was thoroughly entrenched in Paris; even the weak Vichy government was so poisoned by Nazi thinking that it created a military police to fight the French Resistance, its own people. Deportations of Jews continued. As an officer in the SS, Max headed up interrogations and executions. He was exhausted. Only a few weeks ago a surprise midnight visit from the Gestapo nearly resulted in his double role being discovered. By God’s grace, it had not. With a deep sigh, Linda closed her eyes. She knew something had to happen, and soon. A lieutenant in the SS could not deceive his compatriots forever. Whenever he had the opportunity, or could create an opportunity, he released victims of the vicious Gestapo and did all he could to get them out of the city. The French Resistance and other sympathetic Germans helped. There were always plenty of bodies – the sight of which tormented Max – so he had “evidence” that he had carried out executions. But when would someone start looking deeper? How long before it was found that one of their own super-soldiers was a traitor? The idea of Max being carted away to one of those terrible camps, or simply shot, brought tears to Linda’s eyes. Strange that she should love this man so much. And yet, after eight months of marriage and all that had transpired between them, it wasn’t so very strange. Since he had come to faith in Jesus, their bond had strengthened. He was desperate for something to hold onto as he battled the hell surrounding him. With her gentle leading, he was learning how to rely on God. Just then her hand wandered to her soft belly, thinly covered by her slip. She smiled. Only today she had found out something else, something very sweet and delightful that she would soon tell him. Mulling over tender moments between her and her husband drew her back into sleep, picking up the thread of the dream she had abruptly woken from…

It was the third day of their honeymoon. Still so new in their relationship, and still with so many walls between them, they hadn’t yet built the foundation of trust and loyalty so necessary in a marriage. The binding element was sex. Linda couldn’t believe what an animal Max was; it was clear how much he enjoyed bedding her. But he was also extremely knowledgeable and generous and insisted that she receive pleasure every time, and reach a satisfying finish. To be so ravished by a man was beyond anything she’d ever imagined, and though she worried in the back of her mind about their future, she loved the closeness to him. It being such a beautiful summer day, Max suggested they tear themselves away from their apartment and take advantage of the weather. Linda packed a picnic and they drove out along the Seine. The sun and wind felt good. Linda tried to ignore the signs of the occupation and focused on the slow-flowing river, thick green trees, and general busy atmosphere. Finally the landscape became more rural and Max pulled off the road into a shady spot. He came around to open Linda’s door, fetched the picnic basket, and took her hand. They walked a ways until they couldn’t see the road or the car. Trees laden with summer leaves lined the riverbank, offering some respite from the sun’s heat. Max and Linda laid a blanket on the grass under an oak and ate a leisurely lunch. When finished, Max stretched out and reclined on his elbows. Linda set aside her glass of lemonade. “Max, is it all right if I say something rather blunt?” “That is one reason I admire you,” he answered genially. “Your American frankness. Please say on.” “Well…you’re a strange man.” She paused, hoping that wasn’t too blunt. Max laughed outright, which eased her. “I have been called many things, little bride, but ‘strange’ is not one of them. Tell me why you find me an oddity.” She smiled, then went sober again, letting her eyes devour the strong contours of his face. “I think you know. You say you’re one thing, but with me, you’re not at all what I’ve been led to believe about…well, about the Nazis.” The songs of birds and rustling of branches in the breeze reigned before Max answered, and his answer was a question. “Do you dislike the way I am with you?” He raised his eyes to her face curiously. She gazed up at him. “No,” she said gently. “But it confuses me.” He glanced down at her, noticing how her breasts peacefully rose and fell with her breathing. “I have never cared for a woman as I do you.” She crept into his embrace once he was in bed with her. “Oh, darling, you’re home!” she exclaimed, still half-asleep and disoriented. “I am home. Forgive me if I woke you. You were calling my name rather loudly,” Max said, his soft tone amused. She pulled him closer, nuzzling her face into his chest. “I was dreaming,” Linda explained, smiling. “It must have been a delightful dream,” he observed, also smiling. She got out of bed and walked over to the window, peering out at the river. “It was,” she whispered, her voice husky. Max joined her at the window, wrapping his arms around her waist. As he did, she began to explore the contours of his body, running her hands up his chest, tracing the line of his muscles. “What’s on your mind, my love?” he asked, his voice low and intimate. “I’ve been thinking about something you said earlier,” she replied, her eyes locked on his. “You said you were a German. A Nazi. But you’ve also found God. How do you reconcile those two things?” Max sighed, pulling her closer. “It’s not easy, Linda. But it’s something I’m working on. I believe that even in the darkest of times, there’s always a glimmer of hope. And for me, that hope is in Jesus.” He kissed her softly, a gesture of tenderness and reassurance. “Let’s forget about the world outside for a while,” he whispered. “Let’s just focus on each other.” He began to unbutton her slip, revealing her pale skin. Linda gasped, her breath catching in her throat. Max looked at her, a wicked glint in his eyes. “You’re a beautiful woman, Linda,” he murmured, his voice full of desire. He reached for her, pulling her close. Their bodies intertwined, their hearts beating in unison. He lifted her onto his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist. He unzipped his trousers, revealing his bare flesh. Linda moaned softly as he slowly began to unbuckle his belt. The scent of arousal filled the air as he loosened his pants, then pulled them down completely, exposing his hard cock. Linda stared at it, mesmerized by its size and shape. She reached out and gently touched it with her finger, sending shivers down her spine. “You’re magnificent,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Max chuckled, then began to thrust in her. Linda let out a cry of pleasure, arching her back and gripping his shoulders. The heat intensified as he continued to penetrate her, his movements becoming more forceful. Linda felt a wave of euphoria wash over her, her body trembling uncontrollably. Max responded to her pleasure, his movements becoming more frantic. They continued to engage in passionate lovemaking, their bodies moving in rhythm with each other. Soon, Linda reached the peak of her arousal, letting out a final, desperate cry before collapsing back onto the bed, exhausted but utterly satisfied. Max leaned down and kissed her lips, savoring the moment. As they lay there, intertwined in each other’s arms, they knew that they had found something truly special, something that could withstand any storm. The world outside might be filled with darkness and chaos, but in their little corner of the world, there was only love and pleasure. The next morning, Linda rose early and found Max already awake, sitting up in bed and staring out the window. He turned around and smiled at her, his eyes full of love. “Good morning, my darling,” he said. “How did you sleep?” Linda snuggled into his arms, nuzzling her face into his chest. “Like an angel,” she whispered. As they held each other close, they knew that their love was a beacon of hope in a world gone mad. They would continue to cherish their bond, finding strength in each other’s arms, and never letting go. For they were a couple, united by passion, faith, and an unyielding love for one another. The sun streamed through the window, illuminating their bodies as they lay intertwined, a testament to their enduring connection. Their love was a force, both powerful and beautiful, capable of conquering any obstacle and bringing light to the darkest corners of their world. They had found solace in their shared desire, a refuge from the horrors outside, and together they would face whatever came their way. Their love story, born in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, would continue to unfold, a testament to the power of connection and the enduring spirit of humanity. It was a love that defied definition, a love that transcended boundaries, and a love that would last forever.

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