Bastian
Chapter 182 - One-Night Lover

✧One-Night Lover✧

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The sun was long set when they curled up in each others arms, the pale moonlight acted as their lullaby, cradling them in it’s light, setting their drowsy minds to sleep. But sleep never came to them for long.

Odette slowly lifted her heavy lids,  and became capture by  Bastian’s  blue eyes, which sparkled like the ocean in the darkness – alive with emotion that spoke more than words ever could. He began to move his hips to and fro, his body rocked hers like a tidal wave lapping against the shore; and she moved with him, feeling her muscles ache to move.

The ethereal glow of the moon shone through the window as the night grew darker and darker. They would shuffle a little when arms got tired,  they would pause for moments, just to stare lovingly into each others eyes or share a fleeting kiss. Time seemed to stand still in this moment, for all sense and notion of reality faded away- leaving only them in the blissful eternity on the bed.

The self-loathing that usually crowded her thoughts after a night of intimacy was absent this time around. She felt her heart swell with a passion that made her entire body tingle. She was taken in an embrace of genuine longing, reveling in the warmth of Bastian’s touch.

His strong and sturdy shoulders held her as if they were meant to be together forever. Hot desire rushed through her veins like a raging river. Her breath shuddered and her eyes blurred as she felt their bodies meld into one.

“Ah!” Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes flickered between his shoulders and her trembling white legs before finding his again which were full of burning lust. Every motion he made inside her surged through her core, it seemed to compose the crescendo of an emotional and physical symphony;- pleasure intensified until it tipped into pain.

“Please,” Odette pleaded, her voice desperate.

Bastian leaned in, cradling her in his arms as he tenderly kissed her salty cheeks, touching her in all the places that made her quiver. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck tightly, her fingers slid through his damp, sweat-laden hair, pulling him closer until their lips were connected and sank deeper into passionate kiss that seemed to last forever.

Odette was consumed with passion as their kiss heightened. The bed sheets twisted and tangled around them as their legs intertwined. She was feeling rushed to finish their lovemaking. Yet, as she moved, Bastian pulled her down onto the floor.

Surrendering to the moment she tried to hold herself back from the pleasure building within her. Bastian sat before her, his sculpted form was illuminated by the silvery moonlight cascading through the window. His piercing gaze never left her, eyes cold yet ablaze with unseeing lust, eyes that was both familiar yet unknown to her. She had once been captivated by those eyes, once she used to crave, but now, all they brought was a feeling of terror within her.

Desperately, she had thrown everything, wishing for the perfect ending to their story. But now her confusion grew with every passing moment. She began to wonder, was their time together merely an illusion?

She realised his current action, fuelled by lone purpose, just like those times when he had caused her the greatest pain, nevertheless, she also knew that he wasn’t the same man from those darkest of nights any longer.

Why? 

The unanswered questions of her heart became an unbearable weight. In that moment, Bastian reached his peak, releasing it outside of her. He groaned, cries of pleasure poured out of him in torrents and raw ecstasy. With that apex moment, he’d drawn the definitive line between them. The white, creamy proof of his desire, splattered on her sweat-glistened skin, served as undeniable proof of the boundary he made.

Perhaps, this was the answer she sought all along.

Bastian took a few moments to compose himself and rose from the floor. Odette, too drained to even lift a finger, could only watch as he went. Moonlight cascaded over his strong silhouette as he walked towards the bathroom. After what felt like minutes, he returned to the bed with a towel in hand.

Odette opened her eyes slowly, watching him tenderly wipe away sheen of sweat from her face and neck before moving down to her chest, tenderly caressing her as he cleaned away all the evidence of their lovemaking. She gasped softly as he slowly parted her trembling legs. He chuckled as his hand continue to softly caress her delicate thighs with the towel.

The window was a glassy canvas of beautiful roses, a gentle breeze drifted in, bringing with it the fresh, sweet scent of the blossoms and soft serenade of crickets and frogs in the warm summer night.

Bastian sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes tender and calm, without any blatant desire that left her feeling both puzzled and oddly content. The towel had come all the way down to her toes, and in that moment she felt cradled by his unwavering gaze.

Her finally found answer was, once again, deemed incorrect.

Why?

Odette grabbed his arm, her eyes silently conveying a question. Bastian returned her stare before climbing back onto the bed and softly running his fingers through her wild locks. He closed the gap between them as he leaned in, giving her a sweet kiss, like a couple birds sharing a loving peck.

His lips tenderly moved across her forehead, the curves of her nose, and the hollows of her cheeks before tenderly finding its way to her chest. Odette weakly wrapped her arms around him, drawing him closer as he kissed her neck. His body still radiated heat, his scent of warm sunshine filled her senses, gently cascading down her soul. She felt every inch of him – even the storied scars on his back – as she caressed it with loving care, before her eyes drifted shut, finally falling into to tender serenity.|

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It was just after 10 pm when Bastian awoke and knew he could not get back to sleep. Odette lay beside him, so still that it seemed like she had fainted rather than simply drifted off. He rolled out of bed, glanced around the room at all the strewn clothing, found his trousers, and the floral blanket near them. He picked it up, and carefully draped it over her.

Bastian hurriedly tidied up the bed room, threw on a shirt and a pair of trousers without taking any time to make himself look presentable. He went downstairs and stepped outside into the garden. The scent of the surrounding trees filled his nose with fresh aromas.

   Bastian sat in the chair he had repaired the day before and lit a cigarette. The military car was due to arrive at 9 o’clock the next morning, which would be his last goodbye to Odette. This is how it was meant to be; this is how it was always supposed to end.

A smile spread across Bastian’s face as he watched the smoke of his cigarette disperse in the air. Since there was no warning from the navy base, it seemed that the operation would continue ahead as arranged. The war could not be avoided and while this was something he dreaded, he had done all he could to make sure Odette would be safe if the worst happened.

Putting out his cigarette, Bastian heaved a sigh, banishing any concerns of Odette’s potensial danger as he went into the kitchen to make some dinner. With haste, he assembled a simple feast – a carafe of water, an assortment of succulent fruits, a loaf of freshly baked bread, and a generous spread of butter, complemented by a selection of delectable chocolates and confections for Odette who like sweets.

When he finished preparing the meal, suddenly memories of their last night together when they shared a special moment experiencing their unborn child’s first movements arose in his mind. But too soon, those precious memories faded as he sealed the cupboard door shut and clicked off the kitchen lights.

Bastian returned to his bedroom, where Odette had remained perfectly still since he’d left. He set the tray down on the nightstand and switched on the lamp beside it. “Odette,” he called her. She stirred and grumbled softly. Bastian helped her sit up against the headboard of the bed, then gave her a glass of refreshing water.

“….It’s still Tuesday.” she mumbled, checking the time. “What is that?”  her attention  turned away from the clock on the table, landing on the tray.

“The last supper.” Bastian laughed, bringing the tray over to the bed. 

It slipped Odette’s mind that they hadn’t eaten dinner that day. What a shame; She had gone through so much trouble to make this meal special, choosing a menu and getting the groceries days ahead of time, picking out the decorations and selecting her outfit for the night. But instead of enjoying her home-cooked dinner, Bastian had slapped together some questionable food on the ugliest plate she had ever seen. She still had some leftover meat pies from when she made lunch for the kids earlier that day, but it seemed he didn’t know where to find the leftovers, so he grabbed whatever he could find on the counter.

It was already too late to start cooking, So Odette thought that she could make the table setting nicer, but Bastian shut down her idea. “No. It’s already quite late.”

“There is other food. I can heat it up easily, so it’s quick….”

“No, Odette, this is fine,” Instead, he brought her to the bed and made her sit down. When the blanket fell off, her naked body was revealed in the warm light of the lamp and she blushed. She quickly covered her breasts with her arms and motioned for him to move to the table by the window.

“Let’s go over there.” After Bastian moved the tray aside, Odette asked him again, “Could you grab my pajamas from the dressing table?”

With a smile, Bastian fetched the pajamas draped over the chair. “Well, I rather like your current outfit.”

“I don’t want to attend the Last Supper looking like a barbarian.”

“Then how about taking off our clothes and calling it a heavenly feast?”  Bastian teased her as he handed over the pyjamas. His boyish charm just seemed to increase with that little grin.

“I refuse such an extravagant thing.” Odette smiled warmly as she declined Bastian’s offer, dressed in her pyjamas. But when he scooped her up in a playful gesture, she decided to let him carry her to the window-side table. He set her down with gentle care and adjusted the hem of her pyjamas before taking the seat opposite.

If only life had been kinder to him, he would be the most incredible man—but life had proven to be cruel sometimes.

“Odette,” Bastian said sweetly, pulling her out of the confusion of her thoughts.

 As she turned, he gifted her with a warm smile. Somehow she could see why Sandrine found him so irresistible. Through her eyes, Bastian must have always been such an enchanting lover.

Their relationship, born from a contract, was torn apart by betrayal and hate. Now they were two lovers destined to part once more, it was an irony not lost on her.  Nonetheless, there was no other option but to keep going.

Odette made up her mind to see it through till the very end. Even if it was his final act of kindness towards her, the woman he once pitied and now saw her as his nightmare. After three long years, what difference would one extra day make?

 Odette tidied her hair and stood upright; then, she smiled at him with more brilliance than ever before. A smile meant only for her one-night lover, gleaming brightly in spite of their their tangled past.

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