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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 05 January 2001.
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Story Copyright © 2002. Rhonda "StuntChick36" Inc., All Rights Reserved.
A TWENTY YEAR LOVE AFFAIR
Freddie feels good tonight. She feels good because she's seen her closest and dearest friends for the first time in years. Old memories, both painful and pleasant, rushed forth during the hours of storytelling and remembering with her friends.
She was relieved to learn that she wasn't the only one who was suffering from 'battle fatigue'; waking up in a cold sweat and screaming in the middle of the night, vivid flashbacks that could happen at anytime, and terrible guilt issues. It turns out that LeBeau had some serious problems of his own, including separation anxiety and severe depression. It helped talking about these things, kind of like an impromptu therapy session. Both Freddie and LeBeau agreed to keep in closer contact with one another because of this now, just for comfort and to make sure that they're alright.
That evening, Schultz and his wife invited the Newkirk children and Carter's son, Eric, over to their house for an overnight visit, an authentic German meal and some more conversation. Peter Jr., Helen, and Mary Elizabeth have wanted to learn more about Prussian customs, not to mention German cuisine, so they accepted the Schultz's gracious offer. This gave Peter Newkirk, Sr. an idea.
Freddie and Peter walked hand in hand back to their hotel that evening. They weren't in any rush to get back, so they took their time just strolling leisurely through the quiet little town. Every time someone would leave a restaurant or a bar, music would spill out from indoors. Every few minutes, Peter looked at Freddie's face, watching her grin at all the places she remembers.
"Enjoyin' yourself?" he asks.
"Immensely," she replies. "This is how Germany looked when I was a young girl. It's a bit more modern now, but it still holds all its old charm. I'm happy they were able to rebuild it."
"Yeah. Just a shame that Berlin is separated now. Seems like such a throwback to the war. All that concrete and barbed wire makes the city look like a prison camp."
"True. It looks awful. Maybe someday it'll be free." He pulls her closer to him. "I hope I live long enough to see Germany united again."
"You will," he says. "Trust me."
Back in their hotel room, Freddie sits at the table and reads the evening paper, while Peter looks out the window as he smokes a cigarette.
"Anything good in the news, love?" he asks as he loosens his tie.
"Not really," she replies. "There was a big anti-war demonstration in East Berlin yesterday. Four people were killed by troops and several hundred were hurt in the stampede that followed."
"That's awful. Terribly unfortunate."
"Seems like the whole world is at war again," she says sadly. "If you're not on the front lines overseas, you're on the front lines at home. You don't have to be in the military to be a soldier nowadays." Peter turns his back to the window and leans on the sill.
"When we were in the service," he says, "we all were fightin' for a common good. We knew who our enemy was. These days, no one has a bloody clue who their fightin' or what their fightin' for." He scratches his head. "It all seems so pointless."
"What does, darling?"
Peter sighs heavily. "War."
Freddie sets down the paper and gets up to walk over to Peter. She stands behind him and wraps her arms around his waist, burying her nose in his neck.
"It's things like that that make me nervous about P.J. entering the service," she admits. "He's a smart boy, but he's our boy. I don't ever want to hear that he got shot down over there and was captured or tortured by the Viet Cong."
Peter puts out his cigarette in the ashtray and turns around to face her. "Darlin', don't worry. Once he graduates from the Academy, he'll be an officer in the RAF. He'll probably be assigned a desk job and send someone else's son to fight. He won't go."
She sighs. "I hope you're right. But I wouldn't want to be that other boy's mother either."
He hugs her gently. "Yeah." They stand by the window just holding onto one another. Freddie notices how familiar his body feels to her. She thinks that if she were ever blindfolded and told to identify her husband, all she would have to do is hug him to find out.
"Trust me, love," he says. "Things in this world are bound to get better. You'll see." He looks deep into her eyes and sees a little tension building in her soul. Peter takes her face in his hands and kisses her softly on the lips. "Why don't you take a hot bath? It might help ease your mind."
With her mind swimming in a sea of doubt, Freddie really doesn't want to be alone right now. She smirks at him and tugs on his belt loops. "All by myself?"
His greenish eyes flash with the same fire that took her heart as prisoner 20 plus years ago. He starts to undress as he watches her disappear into the bathroom to draw a bath. Once the water was running, Freddie stops in the doorway to watch Peter take off the rest of his clothes. He still looks so young to her. Time seems to be treating him well because his body is still in top condition. She ties her blond hair up in a bun and starts to undress in the doorway under his supervision. When she was finally nude, she holds her hands out to him and he takes them, letting himself be lead into the bathroom.
Peter climbs into the bathtub first and seats himself, then helps Freddie in. She sits with her back to his chest, his warm and wet arms folding over her naked chest. She tips her head back until it rests on his shoulder.
"Mmmm..." she hums. "This is really nice."
He kisses her neck gently. "Yeah. Just let that tension go." He laughs a little, then says, "Almost reminds me of when you and I would sneak out of camp and go to the Hauserhauf. Oh, if those walls could talk."
She giggles. "Oh, gosh. You're right. We'd sneak out, forget about the war for a little while, and make love for hours." Peter starts to bring some of the warm water up to her neck, letting it spill down over her back and chest. "Do you think anyone ever figured out where we went?"
"Oh, I bet Colonel Hogan did."
"Do you really think so?"
"Uh huh. He used to do the same thing." Both of them laugh a little. "But his little 'rendezvous' in town never lasted as long as ours did." Peter kisses her cheek.
"It's a shame he never married," she says. "He's such a good man. But I guess he couldn't find time for flying and family in the same day, huh?"
"Well, I think he married his airplane, but it didn't want children," he says. They share a brief chuckle, then settle into silence once more. Slowly, he lets her go so he can rub her back and shoulders. Peter's eyes scope over every inch of her bare back. He can't help but get a little excited every time he sees her, naked or clothed. She still looks very much the same as she did when they first met, even after three kids. No wrinkles on her face, her body's flawless except for the scars on her shoulders, one from taking shrapnel on her first assignment with Hogan's outfit, and the other from a bayonet. His hands slide gracefully over her wet back, caressing and massaging every curve. His fingers gently kneed her shoulders, causing a little moan escape her lips. "Love, let's not talk about anyone else tonight. Let's just talk about us. Ok?"
"Alright." He smiles and continues rubbing her shoulders. "Mmmm, you've got magical hands."
"Your body casts a spell on them. You make them do whatever you want them to," he says with a smile. His hands continue to work her tense body loose. His fingers slink up the sides of her back and slowly come around to just underneath her still firm breasts. Again, she moans.
He asks sheepishly, "Does that bother you if I-"
"No. Keep going." Peter just touches the sides of her breasts as he leans back, taking Freddie with him. As she's reclining on him, he kisses her neck tenderly while his hands come around her waist, holding her close. He keeps one hand on her belly and slowly slides the other one up until he cups one of her breasts in it. His gentle and experienced hand rubs it lovingly before teasing her nipple.
"Oh, don't stop, Peter..."
Peter's other hand soon ventures up to her other breast, both hands kneading her chest in rhythm. Freddie lets her left hand wander up into his hair as his mouth kisses her neck again. For no reason, she props her right foot up onto the brass tub fixtures, giving Peter easy access to her thigh.
"Can I touch you?" he whispers in her ear.
"I wish you would," she answers breathlessly.
His right hand leaves her chest and disappears into the water again. She can feel his hand working its way up from her ass, over the underside of her thigh and back down again, coming back up and down to her knee. Peter then slides his fingertips down the inside of her thigh.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you," she whispers back. She closes her eyes and waits for him to give her a sweet surprise.
His fingers go into the water and find the little swollen nub where her legs meet and begins to massage it slowly but firmly. Freddie gasps with excitement and grips the sides of the tub. As he works underwater, his other hand continues to please her bosoms while his tongue licks the water from her neck. Her body starts to rock against his, letting him know that he's doing everything right.
"Can I-"
"Yes," she hisses. He smiles softly as he slides his fingers a little further down until he's found her opening. Peter clamps his lips down on her neck at the same moment he enters her. Freddie tips her head back again as his hand sets the pace. He softly massages her from the inside while his thumb rubs her from the outside.
"Mmmm..." she moans.
Peter lightly brushes Freddie's ear with his tongue, sending a pleasure wave through her body.
"I've been wantin' to do this for so long," he whispers.
He touches her so tenderly and sweetly that she's finding it extremely hard not to explode from the sensation. He's not penetrating too deep, but rather going in just enough to satisfy... for now. Freddie can feel her body succumbing to his pleasant touch.
"Ja, meine liebe, ja!" she shouts as she quakes and moans, feeling her nethermouth chew on his fingers. She clutches the muscular hand between her thighs, and loses her other hand in his wavy brown hair. Peter continues to stroke her and nibble at her neck even after her sexual shock ended. "Oh, Peter," she sighs.
He kisses her neck softly. "It's been a while since I've been... romantic with you. I wish that I could have done it more during the last two decades." He retracts his fingers from her and brings them up to his lips, seductively licking them clean. "I promised your father almost 21 years ago that I'd be here to do anything for you, and I intend to keep that promise." He turns Freddie's head towards his own. "I'd do everything humanly possible to please you." He kisses her gently on the lips, feeling the tip of her tongue skim across his bottom lip.
"My father would be very proud of you, darling," she says. She smiles and stands up in the tub, the water cascading down her naked body. He looks at her with hungry eyes and an even more starving body. "Come with me. Let me reciprocate the favor." She offers her hand to him and he takes it, rising slowly and dripping water all over the floor as they make their way out into the bedroom.
"So," she asks with a smile, "do you think you remember how to do this?"
"Fredricha," he says, "I could never, ever forget how to make love to you." Peter pulls her into his arms and kisses her sweetly on the lips. "I can't ever forget a single curve of your body. Every bump, every dip. And the smooth texture of your breasts have burned themselves into my fingertips, into my soul. Your body fits mine perfectly. Your lips fit my lips." His hands slide down to her ass, clutching it very gently, and whispers, "I'll do whatever you want me to tonight."
She looks lazily at him and says, "Peter, make love to me like you did when we first met."
He smirks. "That's the only way I know how, darlin'." With that, he kisses her deeply as she leads him towards the bed. Freddie backs up onto the bed and lays down, looking back at Peter. He stands there for a moment or two, just looking at his wife laying before him; beautiful, raw, sensual.
"You are almost too beautiful to touch," he says with a hint of sadness in his voice. "But I wanna feel your soft body against me."
"Shhhhh... Don't say another thing, love." Slowly he crawls onto the bed and leans over her, setting his hands just under her arms, then slowly lowers himself down on top of her. Their bodies are still wet from the bath, but they're warm. As she closes her arms around his neck, she kisses every inch of his face, finally settling her lips on his. He takes her hair out of the bun and lets it spill around her shoulders. His fingers tangle themselves in it.
"Be passionate with me," Freddie beseeches. "Please."
With fire in his eyes, he answers, "Intensely passionate." Peter carefully slides his warm tongue into her mouth, tasting her as deep as he can. Freddie moans as his mouth muscle wiggles and dances with hers, moving swiftly from one mouth to the other. When they separate for a breath, he kisses her neck as she runs her hands over his thick shoulders. Peter continues to kiss down the front of her chest, taking time to suckle and nibble on her breasts.
"You are still so beautiful, love," he says. "In the mind... and in the body." He kisses her mouth again as he slides his hand down the side of her body and grabs her hip with his right hand. Freddie moves her right leg to the side so he can do as he pleases.
"Let me get crazy with you," he whispers. His hand slides down her thigh and stops at the knee, pulling it up beside him. He looks her in the eyes and says very sweetly, "I need you so."
"Yes," she hisses. Peter holds her knee against his side and enters her slowly. His eyes stay open, locked in a soulful clinch with Freddie's as he sinks into her warm depths. He slowly starts to move within her, watching her face for any disapproval.
"Oh, Fredricha," he whimpers. "Oh, yes."
"Meine leidenschaftlich Leibe (My passionate lover)," she groans. "Ja..."
He takes her hands from his arms and holds them lightly over her head, lacing his fingers together with hers. He thrusts slowly as he says, "You know what happens to me when you speak German."
"Yes," she says. "That's why I do it. You get so excited when I speak it." Peter smirks as he starts thrusting harder.
"Don't make me punish you."
Freddie knows her native language is a major turn-on for him. She decides to tease him just a little, so she closes her eyes, reaches above her head and grabs the brass headboard and moans, "Ja... Strapazieren mich (Yeah, punish me)."
He realizes what she's doing, and he starts to gently gnaw on her neck and says, "If you keep speakin' it, I might be the first man who commits sexual suicide."
"What?"
He bites his lip and blinks slowly. "I'll make love until I die of over-exposure to pleasure." Freddie starts laughing and kisses him on the mouth.
"Ich liebe dich, Peter. Du verruckter (I love you, Peter. You crazy man)."
He smiles. "You murderin' temptress, you." Again, his tongue invades her mouth. He swallows one of Freddie's pleasureful moans.
"If convicted, what's my sentence, herr Richter (judge)?" He looks at her lovingly and slows his body down.
"A thousand years hard labor."
She growls. "You make 'hard labor' sound improper, but fun." Freddie lets go of his hands and pulls him down for a kiss. Peter props himself up onto one elbow and starts caressing her breasts again, even drawing invisible lines all over her chest as she lays there. She plays with his long bangs and touches the outside of his ear before he comes back down onto her. Once more, they kiss deeply as he starts rubbing himself inside of her again. Peter's lips work their way from Freddie's warm mouth down to her ear. She closes her eyes and holds him there, letting the whole experience of their lovemaking dominate her thoughts.
"Peter," she says softly, "let me set your soul on fire. Let me take you over the edge."
"I'll follow you anywhere," he says, getting closer to that wonderful moment.
"Don't hold back, darling," she says as her climactic joyride swiftly approaches. "Let yourself go." She reaches down and holds onto his hips in preparation. He can't control his body any longer and he thrusts into her as fast as he can, his mind going numb as he pours himself into her. Freddie, too, is blinded by the ecstasy. Both she and Peter moan with total satisfaction until the quake is over, and they slowly float back to earth.
"Oh, Fredricha," says Peter, winded but smiling. "You've always been able to make me feel so good." Freddie holds him close and kisses him lightly.
"I've had a long time to practice." He sweetly touches her face and kisses her all over before kissing her mouth.
Reality seems to haze over as they lie there, under the covers, in one another's arms. They haven't felt this sexually alive since their first few years together. With her head resting on Peter's chest, Freddie runs her finger along the outline of his pectorals, sliding it down his sternum. He, in turn, strokes her bare shoulder and plays with her hair.
"I can't believe it," she says. "After 20 years, we still make love like we're teenagers."
He chuckles. "We are teenagers. You're only as old as you feel, and I feel really young right now." He starts to reminisce about the 'old days.' "It's almost funny how we acted back then. Two kids in the middle of a war, scared to death, with nothin' else to do except each other." This draws a laugh from them both. "But we've always had a healthy love life, darlin'. Even after the kids were born. And even when I was home from touring with the theatre company, we still found time for each other."
"I never would have felt right if we hadn't," she says. "God, I hated being separated for so long. Seemed like an eternity."
"It wasn't any picnic for me neither. All I did was sit in my dressin' room and stare at the clock, countin' the minutes until I could go home to my wife and children. Then I'd get home and we'd make everything right again."
"And again, and again, and again..." They both laugh.
"Yeah. All bloody night, too." A few minutes of silence pass, allowing Peter to think. He takes her hand in his, laces their fingers together, and says, "Freddie... I've never told you this before, but... sometimes I'd cry myself to sleep when I was on the road."
Freddie looks up at him. "You did? Why?"
He holds her a little tighter. "You weren't there with me. And when Helen was born, well... I'd cry almost constantly. I just wanted to be home with the two most precious women in my life. I was afraid that I'd miss all the wonderful things that happens in a marriage. There I was, a young man on top of the world, but I was homesick for you. And I had a child that I wanted to see grow up."
"Oh, my darling Peter," says Freddie as she kisses his chest, then his lips, "why didn't you ever say anything to me?"
"I didn't think I should complain about it. I was lucky that I had a job. And I was a man who had a family to support, so I dried my eyes and acted my heart out... just so I could come home to you."
"But darling, I could have made arrangements for Helen and I to join you on the road. We could have accompanied you until she was old enough to start grammar school." She pets his chest and says, "You poor thing. I never wanted you to feel like that. All those wasted hours worrying and suffering in loneliness. We could have been there with you."
Peter kisses her again. "I'm not lonely anymore. I'm still deeply in love with the woman I married a million years ago, and she gave me two gorgeous daughters and a perfect son. And, truthfully, I don't miss the theatre. The long hours were murder. Television is a lot more practical. I go to the studio, put in an eight hour day, then come home. I've never been happier."
"Peter," she says, "be honest with me. Have I really made you happy?"
He's surprised by her question. "You've never made me unhappy." He moves the blond locks away from her eyes and says, "Some men in this world desire gold and other riches to make them happy. But a wise man seeks only the purest form of wealth, and that's the love of a woman. And that's what I've found. I've got the love of a brave, beautiful woman locked away in my heart. And that makes me richer than any of those men could ever dream of bein'." He pulls her close and says, "Yes, my darlin'. You've made me very, very happy."
Freddie smiles and kisses him. "A good man deserves all the happiness in the world. Especially if he's given so much of himself to others already. Every one of his dreams should come true."
"What about you?" Peter asks. "You gave up your dreams to be a full-time mother." She rolls over on her side so she can face him better.
"Did I ever tell you what my lofty ambition in life was?"
He shakes his head. "No."
Freddie's fingers touch Peter's lips. "All I ever wanted to be was the mother of your children." A small smile curls his lips. "And my dream came true."
Peter pulls her onto him, his arms circling her body. "You gave me the most beautiful children a father could ever ask for." She rests her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "You are my sweet mistress, my angel from Heaven. You are my dream come true."
Freddie raises her head and looks into his grayish green eyes. Her fingers tug lightly on the slightly tarnished chain of his St. Peter the Apostle medal. "You know, sometimes I wonder if we're the modern embodiment of Venus and Mars. Two people very much in love with each other, letting love steer them and guide them through life."
He smiles and gracefully brushes her chin. "Venus is not as beautiful as you."
Her eyes sparkle as she leaves a small, gentle kiss on his chest. Lost in lover's prose, Freddie says, "Mars, my lover. Command me. I am your servant. How shall I worship thee?"
Totally lost in the moment with her, Peter answers, "Worship me not with words, but rather with your beauty. Give yourself to me, my seductive Venus, and you shall never desire another."
Taken by his supremely dramatic verse, she melts into his arms, their mouths caressing each other. Freddie slides herself comfortably over his thighs and straddles his hips, his organ pressing upwards against her. She sits up and rubs her hands all over Peter's chest. His fingers again draw invisible lines on her abdomen, his thumb running gingerly across the scar left by P.J.'s Caesarian delivery. Freddie takes Peter's semi-hard length in her hands and begins working it, making him squirm beneath her. She releases him, letting him stand on his own, and slowly and carefully eases herself onto him.
"Fredricha, you make every time feel like the first time," he says. "So electric, so unpredictable... and erotic."
"Well," she admits as she starts oscillating slowly over him, "you help out quite a bit, you know."
His mouth opens slightly and draws in a long, slow breath. "Have you got enough energy left in you to... make me scream again?" he asks.
"There's only one way to find out." Peter quickly sits forward and rolls Freddie onto her back, his thick body rubbing against hers as his strong arms envelope her.
"Oh, liebling..." he grunts. "Hey, maybe this time I'll speak German to you."
Gently tugging on handfuls of his hair, she warns, "If you do, I may go insane."
He smiles. "I promise to prolong your insanity for as long as I can."
She laughs as she musses up his brown waves, then kisses him passionately. "Du bist solcher necken (You are such a tease)." Kissing his cheek and moving slowly towards his ear, she says, "Wieder mich erregen (Thrill me again)."
Her soft German voice is driving him out of his skull. "Junge, Junge. Dan mal los... (Oh, boy. Here we go again...)"