Her Soldier

Chapter 18

The past week has been quite pleasant. Dudu has had everything planned for us and I would be lying if I said that I hadn't been having a good time. This is the most fun I've had in a long time, matter of fact I've never been so exposed to such a good lifestyle.

I think she had something planned for today but we were both lazy and tired so I more than welcomed it when she plopped down onto my bed and lazily laid there. I was sitting against the headboard, watching a movie called Sarafina.

"So, Mandela was freed after this movie?" I asked Dudu, my eyes on the screen for a moment before I looked at her. Her eyes weren't on the TV, rather they were on my face and I could feel her curious stares.

"I don't think so, this movie was made long before the time he was freed from prison," she told me, sounding uncertain and I nodded my head.

I looked back at the TV and watched as the lead actress, Sarafina sat on her mother's bed and talked to her mother about how her mother is the true hero of the struggle.

What a sad movie...

"Do you like the movie?" she asked me and I hummed in response, captivated with the film, "I force Liesl to watch it whenever she's mad at me, to remind her that I should be more mad at her," she laughed at that, rolling her eyes.

I chuckled, "that's mean, yet effective." I thought about what the movie was about and it was about the youth fighting against the oppression of a*******d. And because of their protest and determination for equality of all races, they faced severe punishments from the government for revolting.

I sighed as the movie came to an end before I turned to give my full attention to Dudu, "you weren't watching the movie," I told her, smirking as I saw her smile in a bashful manner. 

"In my defence, I've watched it a million times. I watch it every Youth Day, and every other historical day to remind myself of the struggle faced by South African black youth." 

I nodded my head, reaching for the remote to lower the volume. I don't know how I'm going to manage when I go back to the military base. I have gotten so used to this king sized high quality bed and the warm sheets. I was so used to the air conditioning, the flat screen TV where I played whatever I wanted, and the million dollar worthy shower. 

"You're leaving in two days..." she said bringing me out of my thoughts and I saw the sad expression that came over her beautiful face and for more than a few moments my eyes looked over every feature. 

I'd have to be blind and deep in denial if I didn't acknowledge just how beautiful she is. Her bright smile and her eyes were my weakness. The longer I was around her, the more affected I became. 

I've grown attached to her these past few days because we were inseparable at this point. We're always together, conquering fears, teasing each other and laughing together. 

"Yeah," I mumbled out, a part of me glad to be leaving: I was too engrossed in her, maybe me leaving is exactly what I need. I can't be around her anymore. 

This is dangerous for me. 

She sat up before she climbed further onto the bed until she was fully on the bed and threw her legs over mine, "I'm going to miss you," she said after a brief pause. 

She's going to miss me? When have I ever heard someone tell me that? Nobody has ever missed Zack Ryder. 

It's the first time that I've heard someone tell me that and it causes my heart to skip a beat, "you're going to miss me?" I asked her, my hand reaching for her much smaller one that feels like it belongs in mine. 

She nodded her head, a small smile coming on her face as she let me hold her hand and she placed her fingers between my own, "I'm going to miss you, a lot..." she breathed out, her brown doe like eyes looking into mine with the emotions that she thought she could hide from me but I was a trained soldier and I could read her like a book. 

I saw the curiosity, the innocent romantic emotion, the adoration, the sadness and happiness. She was quite an emotional being. 

I ran my thumb over the back of her palm and drew circles around it, "I'll miss you too," I responded honestly, "you truly gave me the best days of my life, Dudu. I'll never forget this...never forget you." 

"I wish you could stay," her tone was sad and her eyes looked away from mine, "I wish you didn't have to leave and go across the world, and fight in wars...I know I won't see you again after this." 

There was no use lying to her. Whenever I go back to my duties as a soldier, tomorrow's not promised. I could die, and on the other hand, I don't know if I'll ever come back here. 

She'll be in university in just a few months and I'll be fighting for my life, or even dead. Our letters might even stop because what's the use anymore? She's healed, I can see that. After this, she and I will probably never speak to each other. Or maybe we will send one or two letters but then they'll get shorter and shorter until it'll be too much of a task. 

"Come here," I tugged on her hand and brought her to my body. She obliged sitting up and scooting towards me while I opened my legs so she could sit between them. She pressed her back to my chest and laid her head against my chest as I rested my chin on top of her head. 

"I've gotten so used to having you here with me, Zack. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she continued as her fingers played with my calloused hands that were bruised on the knuckles due to the fights I've been in, and hers were so soft and warm. 

My hands were evil, a complete opposite of her cocoa coloured ones that smelled like cocoa butter.

I didn't want her to touch me the first time that we met because I felt so dirty compared to her. I was a murderer. These hands have thrown bombs, pulled the trigger on guns that have killed people, they've strangled an enemy in cold blood and they know nothing but pain. 

But after she touched my hand for the first time, they relieved the coldness in my palms and I found myself seeking her hands out. Her warm, clammy hands that put me in a better place than the cold metal objects I've held. 

"Will you still write to me, Zack?" she asked suddenly, turning her face as she looked at mine and we were so close. The closest we've ever been. Her face was inches from mine and I couldn't help the stray of my eyesight as I looked down at her plump lips that I fought to never look at. 

"Always, Dudu. You're the closest person to family that I have in my life. I wouldn't ever willingly abandon you," I was being honest as I looked into her eyes. 

How ironic it was for the soldier to fall for someone so young and untouched. 

She turned in my arms, now facing me as she had her legs tucked beneath her, "I don't think you know just how much you've helped me, Zack," her eyes that were the mirror to her emotions looked over my face like they always do, except this time her hands began to wander as well. 

I was fighting to not fall into the temptation, I didn't want to take advantage of her. I don't want to take advantage of her kindness. 

Her hands touched the sides of my face with her fingertips, "sometimes I think I'm imagining you," she let out in a whisper as her hands touched the side of my face delicately and lovingly, "sometimes I think I'm back in that asylum, back in that lonely all white room with the burglar bars stopping me from escaping through the window," she paused her eyes looking at my lips with thick desire, "and you're a part of my imagination to help me deal with what's going on in my life..."

Her hands danced their way down my face to my neck where she traced the skin and I closed my eyes at the sensation that should not have caused my groin to twitch like it did. I placed my hands above hers, stopping her from going any lower. 

I opened my eyes and her face was just a single breath away. I could feel her breath hitting me in the face, her brown eyes looked into mine with adoration and want and... love, "I'm not a part of your imagination," I told her, my hands moving hers from my body but she gripped my hands and refused to move them. 

"I know you're not," she paused, "because I can do this," at that she pressed her lips to mine. I should've pushed her away but the second that her lips were pressed against mine, I parted my lips and devoured her. I've wanted to taste her ever since I set my eyes on her and I finally had the chance.

I was a selfish damaged man, and I wanted every bit of this lady who was able to put the pieces back together.

She moaned against my lips and my hands left hers to grip onto her body. My left hand wrapped around the back of her neck to keep her pressed to my lips and my other arm wrapped around her waist.

Her lips felt impossibly soft and delicious against mine, her arms were wrapped around my neck and her fingers were gripping my hair and tugging on it.

I groaned as she willingly opened her mouth and my tongue battled against hers for dominance.

I pulled away from the kiss, letting her breathe, "we shouldn't be doing this," I told her as I looked at her hooded eyes and swollen lips. I didn't listen to my own words and warning as I flipped her over on the bed and climbed on top of her, attaching my lips to hers again in a passionate kiss.

She was a panting mess when my lips left hers and she moaned when I began to trail kisses down her neck, kissing the sensitive flesh. I lost my control when she wrapped her legs around my waist and kept moving her pelvis against mine.

I could feel my eyes roll to the back of my head as she began to dry hump me and I gripped the sides of her waist, forcing her to stay still so I could rub my now hardened c**k in between her legs.

She let out a blissful sigh as I began to bite and nip at the skin on her neck, before I trailed them back up to her own lips.

If I carried on anymore, I would lose control. I was a man who prided himself in having control but she's making me crazy.

I gave her a few more pecks before I stopped all together. I tried to move off her but her legs wrapped around my waist kept me still and her fingers played with my hair, forcing me to look down at her.

I smiled and settled on placing my head on her breasts, closing my eyes as I let her play with my hair.