Invasion and shelter

Oh, Ivan, we should have started doing this much earlier. You should have found me sooner, since this is something that I craved even before you came. I can't say that I wasn't scared at all in the beginning. Other girls cried and cry helplessly but here I am... Enjoying it. Waiting for you to come see me again. They called me easy but in the end going with the wave saved me a lot of trouble. You grabbed me, I followed you, then I held my breath and accepted you. Who knew we'd grown to like each other more than we expected. I was surprised you took care of my protection, I am still thankful for making your fellow soldiers know better than touching me, so you could enjoy me fully. I am sure it wouldn't be as pleasant with any of them as it is with you. There's something about you or your ways that make me addicted. I love your simple roughness and your demanding attitude, I don't even mind how impatient you can be. There's no need for too much gentleness when we both have such needs that we complete each other. I know you don't want to hurt me. If you wanted to, you would have already done something to me. All you want is to find a safe shelter from the world outside, don't you? Where you can forget about your uniform, right? But with you, so can I. There are no shots and ruins, there's no death in here. It's just us, embracing each other in this little hiding spot, out of the world's sight. I like to be with you. I like when my arms are loosely around your broad shoulders or when my cheek's pressing against your chest. When my thighs are against your sides and you hold me in place so I can feel you whole, those are times of pure pleasure. When you hiss, when you shiver, when you sigh, I want to make you feel even better because that takes me to my own heaven as well. Your arm around my waist, your hand on the back of my neck or in my hair, those are so good. I keep wishing you'd silence me with a kiss but it seems I don't deserve that. I've got your body but not your heart. As you want. But I won't tell you to leave my bed when you want to sleep after we're finished. Especially because I don't speak your language, the few things I know are not enough to talk to you. You can always make me understand what you want anyway. We must go with reading each other's expressions and gestures. But that's fine. I know that you're tired when you come to me. If I have something to eat, I share it with you, I am always yours and my bed can fit two people if I hold you close. I won't wake you up, just rest, you deserve it. I know you like when I stroke you, your hair, your neck, your shoulders, your back... If this helps you, stay and I will do what I can for you. I've also been lonely before you came. Just rest, we might not meet again tomorrow.