My Dearest Blue

Lucia

All Credit to The owner of The Videos Included in my Story

Lucia's POV...

It had been a few weeks since infanta left me alone in Britain to go back to France For Victoria. But I haven't heard from her since. I was getting kinda worried. I wasn't sure if she'd been captured or torpedoed at sea. Because there have been reports in the papers about civilian boats being sunken at the hands of Enemy torpedoes and Dive bombers. I was hoping she wasn't one of them. Because she took off on a yacht and never came back. Now that I'm alone in a country headed for war. What was I going to do?. There's rumours going around about the enemy planning an attack. Now that Operation Dynamo's out the way. How was I going to escape to Canada like The English Royals are planning to do?. I'm only fifteen and stuck in the middle of a Warzone. I honestly hope that I'd hear back from liv, Since I'm not sure Infanta will be making her
return any time soon. God rest her soul wherever she might be.
Harry's POV... We Were Set to Patrol an "unguarded " village on the outside of Paris. On high alert for any traps or ambushes of some sort. Since the village had already been blown to bits from the enemy lines. Keeping careful not to step on too much rubble since one of our mates had his leg blown off from stepping on a mine that was hidden beneath a pile of crumbled bricks. Even a bit of banter and not paying attention of your surroundings Was quite the danger. Having the urge to pull out her photo and kiss it for good luck was a risk I'm too afraid to make. Since I'm not sure if she's alright. Side tracked by a small "wanted" flyer with Victoria's face on it. Noticing more had been floating around by the small gusts of wind as well as some partially destroyed by mud and fire.
It was in German.
Reading that she had been a convict "Princess  Jew On The Loose" . She was pictured half naked running from nazi guard dogs from what it looked like. So without question keeping watch of our surroundings I hid it in my overcoat. And continued surveying the area. As a few of our men stopped for a drink of water and stealing fags left behind from civilians that deserted the area. Setting my helmet down and crouching for a drink of water from a garden hose. Quietly turning it on and letting the cold well water refresh my thirst. Having not been able to have clean water to drink. This was a luxury until the shots of gunfire rung throughout the village. Catching everybody off guard, Quickly Reloading , Aiming and Firing At them , Two of the other men were shot and killed on site. Hiding behind what was left of a wall to a delicatessen to reload. More Shots rang out. Signalling the other men to hide and continue their fire. Enemy soldiers had been targeting us. Still fighting back at them as more bullets began to fly. Watching a few of The remaining nazi foot soldiers reload and tell the others to Search and kill any survivors. Peeping through the few bullet holes to select my target. The commanding officer had moved to the perfect position for a perfect headshot. I fired three shots and killed him instantly. As the few other soldiers had noticed and being firing back. I signalled my men to move out and find cover quickly. To finish these bastards off. Kissing my picture of liv for protection and luck to get out of this alive. I began firing at the German soldiers. Throwing a hand grenade to knock them off their feet a bit. Giving us time to find cover as well as shelter for the night.  We found an old church that had its windows blown out from bombs. Knowing that the enemy could be watching and can attack us at any moment. One of us had to stay awake to watch each others backs. Taking turns for a short moments of rest. I stayed up and stared at the stars from a blown out hole in the ceiling of the church. Thinking of her dark hair and bright blue eyes. Imagining what it would be like if she were on top of me. I've never really had interactions with a girl back home nor while in France. Even though I lied about it to my colleagues. I don't know why I haven't yet personally. But I feel like Victoria would be the right one. Some  nights I dream about what it would be like if I haven't met her?. If she had a secret boyfriend that she writes to back in Spain. I doubt it, but I want to know what it's like to touch her hair and feel her skin up against mine. Which probably is a bit much. But I've had times where I wish I had. Like that one time when it was raining and we were on the beach. I'm embarrassed of that now come to think of it because I could tell she wanted me too. But forbade herself to go any further which I understand.  I forbade myself too from sexual urges. But we're human.
As it was my turn to get some shut eye i heard the sound of the doors open and quietly shut. Becoming alert in what must have been an intruder. Armed and ready to shoot and whoever it was I saw the the small shadow take shape into what must've been a small battered female. Noticing who it was beneath the moonlight as it beamed upon her bruised and bloodied calves. She was brutally injured and tired. As I came to her aid catching her before she passed out between the pews. Trying to wake her up out of panic. I grabbed whatever bandages and sterile equipment I could find to bring her back to health. She saved my life once. I wasn't going to lose Hers.
Liv?, Liv!, Can You Hear Me ! Liv!. I said as I was "Shushed" by the other men who wanted to live. But I was in panic mode. I wasn't sure what to do since she wasn't responsive but kept mumbling words I couldn't make out. I was terrified of losing her.
I give her the last of my water so she could be somewhat hydrated. As she laid there breathing slowly, Then begins coughing. Keeping her close to my chest to quiet her from waking any one and getting us caught. She finishes her coughing fit and relaxes. Falling asleep in my arms as she did so. Hearing nazi soldiers walking past the church. Quietly creeping down and preparing to fire in case any of them walk in. They start messing with the giant ring on the door on purpose to see if they hear or see anyone. All keeping quiet holding our breath. We heard them starting to take the piss. As one of them bangs open the doors by accident letting he and four other of his men inside. Watching them kick over the pews searching for any living person. As they got up to one of our traps that we set up incase they were to come in. As soon as they had made their way to it. Our plan of attack was in place and we've caught our target and trapped them. Ambushing them as they were caught off guard. I remember smashing ones had against a wall hard enough to split it. As his blood gushed everywhere. Putting him out with a handgun I found. One of our men securing the doors and heading back to get his revenge on the German soldiers we had captured and mainly murdered. He takes a plank of wood he found hiding under one of the pews and swings at him. Directly into his temple until he smashed out his brains with the bloodied plank. He kicks over his dead body and spits on it. I could tell he was more in a rage. But I could see why at times like this. Watching all your brothers get killed right infront of you. It's why my dad turned to booze. Because he had hard times dealing with his flashbacks and I'd wake up to him screaming in his sleep. Growing up I remember I found him hiding in a corner in the kitchen in tears with my sister in a chokehold as he pointed a gun to his head. As a young boy I never thought nor wanted to go to war if it had happened. But I guess that changed my mind when I received my draft card in the mail. I was only a Man in bakery before I even realised I'd be in a war the next morning. Training at boot camp. Which was tough enough. I knew that if I hadn't joined I'd be in jail or faced with constant scrutiny from my dad who's been in a war himself. I'd never do that to him. But what does he expect?. If I told him I never want to fight for my country he'd think less of me like he already does. But what if I brought Olivia home to see him?. Would he have thought I'm more of a "man " now because I've rescued my girlfriend home from the war. Who Happens to be of Spanish Nobility. A Future Queen of Sort. That for me are questions of wonder. But I hope I do bring her home from the war. Alive.
Olivia's POV...
I Woke Up To it raining as it poured through an open hole in the roof of an abandoned church. Feeling something warm against me. Noticing it was Harry peacefully sleeping through the awful weather. His uniform was soaked as well were the floorboards. Peeping over the pews. I noticed that nobody else was here except Harry. Which was wrong of them to do. But I'm sure they'd return. I couldn't believe he was laying next to me. He looked beautiful. Tempted to kiss his cheek, I decided not to and got up to take a bath at the alter inside the fountain filling With rainwater. As cracks of thunder shook the building. Fully naked , Shivering from the frigid rain. I hadn't been this clean in ages. Feeling the water drench my skin scrubbing the dirt off my body. I was glad I was able to bathe. Hearing the sound of army boots. Within instinct I hid noticing it was Harry. I covered myself as he laughed. He was completely soaked. "Got any room?. I need to piss" he said as I noticed his dimple beginning to form. Still covering myself I got out of the fountain to find somewhere to dry off.
Peeping as he unzipped his trousers and got naked and bathed himself. Catching a glimpse of it while he stepped in. Watching him wash his hair and shiver from the freezing rain. Giggling to myself as I watched.
"You can come out now" he said as I came out of hiding after getting dressed in one of my last dresses. Sitting in a pew drying out my hair and combing it out. I smiled at him as he splashed water at me. "Come Join me!" he said
Denying his request as I just got dressed. It was awkward because he's completely naked in front of me. As he jokingly got out and threw me in. Soaking my hair and outfit.
Harry What The Fuck!, I playfully said
He laughs and tells me to shush. Closing my eyes as he stood right in front of me. As he got in and joins me. Splashing me with water. And playfully splashing him back.
Wiping the water from my eyes
This is my last Outfit! I said keeping my voice down.
"We might as well have fun while we can " he said jokingly.
Well? Yeah? I said splashing water at him.
As his eyes caught gaze with mine.
Both having the urge to share a kiss.
Leaning in , closing our eyes and pressing our lips together. New to this ,
We pulled back for short moment. Then shared a kiss again. This time longer. Exchanging tongues, Gliding onto his hips. Enjoying our heated kiss. Pulling away for a moment. Wanting each other.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked
As I wasn't so sure. I gave him another kiss instead since I was infatuated with his lips. Just to feel them again. I fancied how they felt by how soft they were. Admiring him, Simply declining my inhibitions. So instead i washed him out of my own gratitude. I figured him being dirty and tired from warfare I might as well do him a favour.  I knew that if I had went any further I would've ruined protocol. In order for me to hold responsibility of the crown and my people I mustn't behave impurely. Even though I'm not even allowed to be near men outside the court. But I ended up in a war zone both leading them to safety as of myself. If you had asked me six months ago what would I have done if i had been trapped in France at war with Germany I would've had a different answer. Would I face the enemy to defend myself?. By Hell I would if I had to which could be at any second in that case. Keeping watch of our surroundings I finished bathing him and helped him out of the fountain and dried him off as he insisted for me not to.
Get dressed please, I whispered as quietly to him as possible. Keeping watch at the windows as we both heard chattering from outside the church. Swiftly grabbing his ammo and rifle, We hid in a corridor of the church. The ground began to shake and rumble beneath our feet. Harry got dressed in his uniform as quickly as he could. I made sure to snap on his vest and watched him reload. 
"Get down" he whispered as he cocked his gun and watched for the enemy.
Watching him from behind and what he was doing in regards to prepare to start shooting at any enemy intruder.
As it had been a false alarm. It was his fellow conrads returning from wherever they came from. Bantering and Bragging about what they did while they were out. As Harry gave me the coast as clear and I followed behind. Still drying from being thrown into the fountain with Harry.  He joins them in conversations and make plans to head out since they have a set and ordered destination they have to be at before the enemy finds it. As soon they looked at me they obviously guessed that I was his girlfriend of some sort. Guessing that he's always been with a bird before the war. Which to them it was no surprise. I took offence to it personally because we're not a couple since he's never asked. Nor does he have the time and I don't want to lose him. Even though I could at any second. But I do fancy him a bit?, Just not sure of what he thinks?.
"She looks about fifteen" said one soldier
As they all laughed
I stayed quiet for a moment.
"Do you speak English woman?" Said another soldier.
I do in fact. Quite fluently even though.
it not my first but one of many languages I speak. I answered back.
"You've got yourself a feisty one haven't you harry " said another soldier as he chuckled and scratched the back of his head, self consciously.
" I mean we're just friends " he said seeming a bit unsure of his answer. But I shouldn't be mad at his response since his own body language and how he said it spoke otherwise. He's at war, I could tell he's trying to impress the other soldiers by being different than his usual self. Which i'd love to get to know.