medicatedanddedicated

[medicatedanddedicated]

Second part of Konig story. Konig x OC. Prequel to the Konig we all know? Idk. MDNI. this god forsaken app screwed up the formatting and that’s what I’ll blame it on. I don’t even know if this will post properly

His bed was empty.

And now she was angry.

Whether they removed him from the hospital while interrogating her, or if he left on his own, she still followed protocol. Johannah walked to the office and reached for the phone on the desk when she noticed him.

Konig had commandeered the couch that she usually slept on even though she had her own room. He had found a pillow, her pillow and was sleeping soundly even though he did not fit on the couch at all. It was wide enough for his torso and shoulders but his legs dangled over the armrest.

She walked closer to him and marveled at the fact that he had not torn his stitches. He had also wrapped himself in a blanket since his fatigues were destroyed. It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t have a gown large enough to fit him. And he was still wearing the surgical mask.

She left the room for a moment and returned with another blanket and draped it over him. There was relief that he had not left but the aggravation of her stipulations pissed her off.

Three fucking days. That’s it.

Konig made a soft noise in his sleep and she shook her head and walked to the desk then sat down. At least for these three days he would be taken care of.

Her hands monotonously grabbed his files and began charting the notes. Everything had to be done by hand on Kortac. The risk of their computers being hacked was a serious threat. Paper can be burned, a hard drive can be stolen and duplicated.

The charts she had to fill out never had their names which is why knowing them was important to her. Sometimes she wished she’d never taken the job. There was no way she would have known that the isolation was the biggest hurdle while on base.

There wasn’t enough money in the world for her to extend her contract.

-

When he woke up several hours later Konig was momentarily disoriented. The pain of the failed rescue reminded him of where he was. He glanced around the room to find the doctor sleeping at her desk. She had her head resting in her arms.

It didn’t look comfortable.

Her face was softened in her rest. There was no reason to be a pillar of bravery while dreaming. Maybe he spent too much time around hardened soldiers because he couldn’t take his eyes off her until she woke up.

Konig was a simple man. He liked her face. He liked her ass. He liked her backbone. After all she stood up to him and no one dared to do that. Well, no one lived after they did.

It made him grin under the mask..

The peace was lost when the alarm on her watch went off and she sprang up on the chair. Their eyes met serendipitously even though she looked like she’d seen the devil. She got up robotically then walked out of the room and didn’t say anything as she returned with more medical supplies and a rolling chair.

So he did.

“I’m sorry. I was not comfortable out there.”

Johannah was placing all the bandages on the end table with a smirk. She shook her head in disbelief to say, “You ripped out your IV jackass. And I don’t know how you could even walk.”

After she turned the lights on she sat down and began removing the gauze from his head. She moved the blanket down to his waist.

“Getting up and getting down is the hard part. Walking was fine.”

Her eyes rolled on their own at his excuse. She worked in silence and put on a pair of glasses with small microscopes on the lenses. Her breath came out slowly but he still felt it on his cheek.

He tapped his thumb and middle finger again, “You look like uh, I don’t know the word in English. Space creature?”

She stopped and gave him a deadpan look.

“These are my surgical loupes. I need them to enhance the focus on your skin. And I am not an alien.”

Konig actually chuckled. Her eyes were as big as a cartoon when she glared at him. She moved her intensity to his gash and resumed her work while he kept tapping his fingers.

He took in her presence while she was distracted. It was hard not to with her position. Johannah scooted even closer causing her chest to push into his injured shoulder and he hissed. It wasn’t from the pain. She didn’t notice and he tapped his fingers faster.

The only thing he could hear was the bright fluorescent lights buzzing and her breathing. He was moments away from being over stimulated when she pulled back to cover the lesion with new bandages.

He had to break the silence.

“You’re gentler than the nurse. He cursed at me when you were gone.” She shook her head in disbelief.

“Maybe that’s because you threw him across the room.”

Konig shrugged, “Maybe he deserved it.”

She moved on to the bullet wound in his shoulder and sighed. Her annoyance was palpable, but her bedside manner never changed.

“You know Konig, you’re pretty docile now. The complete opposite of when you arrived. I'm positive you aren’t this way in the field. And I’m not allowed to ask personal questions. I can still voice my opinion though.”

“I won’t tell anyone what you do. Ask away.” He winced. She had gotten to the point of cleaning the stitches.

Her mouth turned upwards in a grin, “Well isn’t that sweet of you. But I won’t break protocol so don’t even try.”

There was a dimple on one side of her face and he decided he liked seeing her smile. His nerves were on edge as if it were a date and he chastised his brute thoughts. This angel of a doctor, skilled with her hands, was not in any way thinking the same.

It was silent again and he cleared his throat, “I am different in the field. Like a light switch. It’s just business.”

He kept going and said, “School wasn’t for me. I signed myself up for the military as fast as I could. I did have dreams but I didn’t get what I wanted and had to settle. I still do the best I can.” He was revealing too much just to please her.

The last bandage was placed on his shoulder and she moved down his arm. Johannah cleaned the mark from his hastily removed IV with a frown. He hated it.

“I won’t disobey you again. I apologize.”

“You better not.” She demanded. Her tone made him hot and the fact that she was headed towards his thigh had him tense up. She pulled back the blanket while doing her best to keep him modest. His nakedness was on the forefront of his mind until she tugged at tape holding the old bandage, pulling hair with it.

He cursed in his native tongue and clenched his eyes closed.

“There is no way that could have possibly hurt more than the hole in your leg Konig.”

“I was not expecting it!” He barked.

“Were you expecting to get shot?”

His response was straightforward, “Yes. Always.”

She didn’t know what to say and rubbed where she gave him an impromptu waxing with a feather light touch. It was only for a few seconds before she unceremoniously swooped in to clean and redress his last injury.

“I have to release you in three days.” She disclosed somberly. “The higher ups deemed you too valuable to be out of service which means you get your way. I’ll have to keep checking the wounds every few hours and pump you full of vitamins and antibiotics before they yank you out of here.”

He nodded absentmindedly. Her hands were too distracting.

For a moment she paused and asked him, “Why’d you come to the office anyway? You can’t be comfortable on this couch.”

“It’s more comfortable than being exposed. There are too many entry points out there.”

His answer was acceptable because she at one time had thought the same thing when she first arrived. You always needed an escape plan in the military.

“I don’t think anyone could stop you.” She joked while moving her glasses to the top of her head.

Their eyes met instantly as he professed, “You did.”

Johannah sat still for a moment then smirked and went back to work. Just as she went to place the last bandage he all of a sudden shifted and started cursing in German. She assumed the worst until his good hand made a feeble attempt to cover his lap.

“Scheiße. Don’t look.”

It was hard not to. The complication was a foot away from her face.

Normally she would have ignored it, saving the patients anonymity and veering away from a very awkward conversation entirely. Unfortunately, Konig had brought direct attention to his poorly hidden erection.

This type of situation happened more times than she cared to remember with almost every soldier that rolled or walked through the door. She was, after all, one of the only handful of women stationed at this base. The fact that it took him this long to fall victim to his own body was the only thing that surprised her.

She was sympathetic and empathetic at the same time. And going through embarrassing ordeals like this made her remember that they were human instead of the machines Kortac hired.

Kortac may control their life but not their sexuality.

An eternity was shoved into those few seconds from his vantage point. He stared straight at the ceiling begging God to help him and for his mother in heaven to forgive him.

Her hand was still on his thigh.

“You have to understand that this can happen to anyone under high stress situations.” She offered, “I’m a doctor. I’m used to it.”

“Please kill me.” He groaned.

Johannah turned to clean up the supplies and accidentally snorted. Before she could help it she was covering her mouth with the back of her wrist, laughing.

“This is funny to you?!” He demanded.

She nodded exuberantly, “I can’t help it!”

Konig snarled, “You said this could happen to anyone! Do you laugh at all of them too?!” He refused to look at her and turned his head to face the back of the couch.

A few more seconds passed in his agony before she replied, “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing with you.”

“Woman, I am not laughing!” He yelled. “Man soll nicht über den Stolz eines Mannes lachen! Ich würde alles für dich tun, um mich aus meinem Elend zu befreien!”

She ignored his outburst and got up with all of the waste and stood over him. He was still refusing to look at her and her eyes darted to his lower half without meaning to. Goosebumps prickled over her skin at the unforeseen onslaught of unprofessional thoughts.

“Ohh.”

The word slipped out of her mouth instead of staying in her head like she wanted it to. He was doing a terrible job of hiding his prominent source of scrutiny with one hand.

This was the moment she leered at the rest of his body and she wasn’t laughing anymore, she wasn’t doing anything. There were scars riddled on his skin as if they were routes of the past and present. He was toned and muscular showing off his strength underneath all the anxiety he portrayed.

Konig glanced back at her and the movement snapped her out of her reverie.

They stared at each other for too long.

She was storming out of the office moments later, leaving him in hell and totally confused.

-

Johannah slammed the trash into a bin and decided right there that the supply closet needed to be inventoried. It was on the other side of the bay, far enough away from the office. That’s where the nurse found her, surrounded by unorganized chaos.

“Dr. Moore is everything alright?”

The bottle of amoxicillin she had in her hand flew and crashed onto the floor. Johannah bent down as a reflex and her forehead collided with one of the shelves causing an avalanche. There was a nasty bump forming on her head already.

“I’m fine.” She croaked.

The nurse went to say something but she cut him off, “Please check on Konig for the next few hours. Get him some food, get him a bath and whatever else he wants.”

He nodded and stepped away slowly.

“And find him some fucking clothes!” She yelled as he took off.

-

The closet was pristine within a few hours. Just like it had been when she walked in the first time. There had been no time to confront the thoughts she did not mean to have while reorganizing the shelves. The thoughts she could not control.

They crept in at the same time that the pain in her forehead reminded her that she almost gave herself a concussion.

"The physician must be able to tell the antecedents, know the present, and foretell the future — must mediate these things, and have two special objects in view with regard to disease, namely, to do good or to do no harm."

“Do no harm.”

She let out a haggard breath, “Dammit.”

The oath she took made her feel ashamed. For the first time in her career she had found herself attracted to a patient.

It pissed her off.

With nothing to distract her now, she had to leave the closet. She walked out the same time the nurse was leaving the office.

“How is he?” She asked as monotone as she could.

“No sign of infection still. I brought him food, and you too. He told me to tell you he was sorry. Did he do something to you doctor?”

Her voice cracked as she said, “No no. Just a simple misunderstanding.” He gave her a concerned look before taking her word for what it was and left her alone.

The world was not merciful because at that moment the phone began ringing in the office and she was the only one allowed to answer it. She hesitated then marched the length of the med bay and made a beeline for it without looking at Konig.

“Hello med bay, my clearance number is 082019.”

“Muffled speaking.”

“Well he can’t leave.”

“Muffled reply.”

“No, there are no other patients here today.”

“Muffled order.”

“Understood. I copy.”

She hung up the phone and turned around with the most frustrated stoic expression he had ever seen. Somehow he had sat up after the nurse helped him get dressed. He was wearing a sweatpants and sweatshirt combo with only one arm through a sleeve. The other arm was inside the top to restrict movement on his shoulder.

Her hands clasped in front of her and she decreed, “You get your way once again. Your team will be coming here to debrief with you shortly.”

He nodded once and didn’t raise his eyes. The hair on his head, grown out of its military cut because of all the weeks on the mission, was askew. She wanted to run her fingers through it.

With his downtrodden aura she could actually see the years of war riddled on his face. Konig still held that boyish charm and his size was frightening, but his countenance made him look small. He was a soldier who followed orders and respected his chain of command which is why he considered what he had done a punishable offense. Not only had he tried to kill her, in his eyes, he perverted her haven in the most selfish way.

There was a commotion now coming through the bay as footsteps and loud voices came closer to the office.

Her nurse popped in the doorway frantically, “Doctor! There’s-.”

He was cut off as a soldier pushed past him and screamed Konig's name and barreled over to him. Several more boisterous boys in men’s bodies filtered through and crowded the office along with a female operator who was just as animated.

Konig was sheepish and Johannah was stunned until one of them clapped Konig on the shoulder in camaraderie, causing him to recoil in pain. Her jaw dropped and she went to stop the tomfoolery when an arm went around her own shoulders heavily. A different faceless soldier took advantage of her surprise and began forcing her to the door.

“Sorry sweetheart, we’ve got some private business to attend to. Why don’t you go play house with the other nurse?”

Her eyes met Konigs just in time for her to have the door slammed in her face. The voices on the other side laughed and she could tell they were already destroying the peace.

There was nothing that could be done.

She had agreed for them to come.

The nurse was muttering obscenities beside her and she told him to keep an eye on the situation as she fled from the hospital. Johannah was on the precipice of shooting someone with all the stress. She trudged to her room which was thankfully down the same hallway and flung her door open with enough force to shake the walls.

Her footsteps echoed in the small space as she paced back and forth manically. She didn’t know what to do.

-

This is how she found herself in the communal showers leaning forward on her forearm on the tiles as the water cascaded down her skin. She had washed everything from head to toe but couldn’t pull herself away from the comfort of the heat and steam.

Her hand moved to the faucet anyway and turned it off.

The anger she previously felt had only dissipated when she pictured Konig. She kept getting trapped in a loop thinking about his blue eyes and how when he had grabbed her by the neck he only needed one hand to do it. It revealed something inside herself that she didn’t know was hidden.

“For fucks sake.” Johannah groaned.

As she dried off and began getting dressed in a clean pair of fatigues she tried to remember the last time she got laid. If she did the math right it had been well over half a year. Her unprofessional debaucherous thoughts were given an excuse they clung to.

It satisfied and calmed her sufficiently. For now.

She went back to her room and started combing through her damp hair when a noise caused her to panic. The noise was followed by the sound of laughter that irked her. She left her room and walked back to the med bay, anger returning with every step.

“You’re fucking kidding me.” She said in surprise.

As she went inside, the debriefing had turned into a party. Some of the soldiers had made themselves comfortable on her sterile hospital beds and the others were lounging around drinking a variety of beer and laughing like they were on a holiday.

Her stress had hit its breaking point. She did not overreact. The only thing she did was walk calmly to the office to make sure Konig was still in one piece. She had to weave her way through the mass of men and finally found herself in front of the couch.

There was an operator sitting next to him recounting a tale through slurred words while Konig held a damaged helmet in his lap. She had hoped to have the courtesy of surprise but he was staring at her as if he had been waiting for her since she left.

“Just look at it this way Cap’. Snipers don’t get to ‘ave as much fun as us. They’re playin’ hide and go seek while we do all the work.”

The drunk man laughed at his own words while Konig was fighting for his life in a staring contest with Johannah. She cocked her head and crossed her arms over her chest then raised her eyebrows. He wasn’t just trapped in her gaze. Her hair was down and still wet from her shower. It was dampening her shirt and dripping tiny droplets onto the ground.

He was also trapped by his immaturity.

Johannah finally opened her mouth to speak and he was already hanging on her every word even though she hadn’t said anything.

She would have, if she wasn’t interrupted by the same asshole who kicked her out.

“You must not have heard me when I said this was private-.”

She interrupted his interruption.

Johannah punched him in the mouth with all of the stress inside her. As he was knocked back she relieved an operator next to her of their gun and pointed it straight at his head. All of the well trained people in that room reached for their own weapons at the sudden conflict.

“Das genugt! Stand down!” Konig demanded.

He had jumped off the couch as soon as he saw her reach for the gun and was now behind her, his hand holding her arm to the ground. His company relaxed and followed his order except for the man she punched. She hadn’t noticed he drew his own gun.

Konig did.

“Lower your weapon.” He growled at him.

When he didn’t Konig moved his palm along the skin on her arm and covered her hand with his then pulled the trigger. The bullet went into the ground at the soldiers feet.

Konig narrowed his eyes and said, “That’s an order.”

The man relented and pushed his way out of the office. Konig barked another order and his entire team left in silence.

The adrenaline was leaving her body, forcing a throbbing ache down her spine. Her eyes fluttered but his large hand engulfing hers brought her back to the current moment. Konig removed the gun, disconnected the magazine with his one hand and threw it on the couch. He walked around to face her and towered over her.

His reprimand died the moment he saw the bruise on her forehead.

“Who did this?” He asked, grabbing her chin and inspecting the rest of her face.

Johannah was entranced by the size of his hands and all those improper thoughts resurfaced in a blink. A whine left her throat unwillingly. Konig furrowed his eyebrows.

“I banged my head on a shelf.” She replied.

“Dumme frau. You are reckless.”

“Says the man who got shot.”

He waved her off and limped back to the couch. She tried to help him and he waved her off again.

Johannah told herself she was just doing a wellness check by dragging her eyes along his body but it was completely self-serving. He was too busy trying to sit down to notice.

“I don’t blame you for what you did, doctor. We stole your hospital from you and he was a prick. But pointing a gun in a room full of mercenaries was just idiotic.”

She scoffed, “Don’t forget I’m a soldier too.”

He shook his head, “Then you should know better. Reckless. Even if it was cute.”

Her next words died on her tongue. She dissociated unintentionally until he tried reaching for the helmet that he dropped. Johannah rushed over and picked it up for him. It was heavy in her hands and she noticed the obvious impact of a bullet that coincided with the matching wound on his head.

“This is yours right?” She asked.

He nodded, “They brought it to me, my men.”

She bit her lip and handed it to him. He took it and stared at it as if it would speak to him. The helmet did nothing. Konig placed it on the cushion next to him and sighed. Johannah also sighed and started to clean the office from its surprise party.

While she guessed the operators knew better than to mess with official Kortac documents, they had knocked over anything not nailed to the ground. She moved in silence but she could feel his eyes watching her with every step.

The last thing she picked up was her, no it was his pillow now, then walked over to him. He took that from her as well.

“There better not be any more surprises Konig.”

He wouldn’t look at her.

“What is it?” She asked on the cusp of losing her civility.

“Chuckie might be locked in the closet.”

“Who the fuck is Chuckie?”

He didn’t want to answer her at first. Johannah had crossed her arms over her chest again. He could practically feel her eyes shooting beams into his head.

Konig sighed, “You’re French nurse, my team named him Chuckie.” He motioned to the top of his own head, “He looks like that doll that kills people. With the red hair.”

Her eye twitched and her lip curled in disdain. She quickly strode out of the office to the same closet she had reorganized earlier. When she opened the door, Chuckie was sitting on the ground with his back to the wall. He stood up and pushed past her.

The last thing he yelled before he walked out of the med bay was dripping with venom, “I’m not coming back until that bastard is fucking gone or dead!”

Konig could hear the explosive declaration and then he heard her footsteps returning to the office slowly. He swallowed dryly and his fingers started flexing and tapping on their own. There were many lives he had taken, some with his bare hands, yet waiting for her to walk through the door made him feel like he was outnumbered. He was a captain dammit. His resolve returned until she came through the threshold with a neutral gaze and pouting lips.

There were many things and scenarios going on in his head and then she said something surprising.

“You’re right. He does look like Chuckie.”

It started with a small grunt and then he began laughing so hard the mask came off his face. The unresolved awkwardness between them was covered up when she joined him. She was caught off guard by seeing this mountain of a man lose it.

No use denying it now. She knew she was attracted to him.

Being in the armed forces and being contracted by Kortac made life a little different than a civilian. Emotions came on strong. They knew life could be over in an instant.

Johannah stopped laughing and was overcome with sadness. She was three years into a five year contract. He was still her patient.

What she desired was unethical.

Now that she could pinpoint her problem a new emotion took precedence. Duty.

She tried to savor one last look at him as she stored her primal needs away when she noticed blood seeping through the fabric on his pants. She sprang into action and darted out of the room. He was holy and unequivocally confused until she ran back in with supplies.

Johannah started setting up in front of him for triage while pulling the chair into his personal space.

“You must have torn your stitches Konig. How the hell do you not feel that?”

He stuttered, “You gave me strong pain meds?”

She nodded while putting on her loupes and faced him.

“Take off your pants.”

It was like a flashbang detonated in the room as his ears started ringing. A ripple of need shot straight to his loins.

“Entschuldigung, what?!” He blurted.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” She asked. ”I have to check your other wounds now anyway.”

Her countenance was all business. He shook his head no and he reached for the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. He struggled doing it with one hand because he couldn’t lift his rear at the same time. She rolled her eyes and told him to hold himself up.

Her hands pulled the pants down his thighs, careful not to brush against his wound and he sat back down on the couch in just a pair of briefs. Goosebumps covered his flesh as she removed the pants entirely and she tossed them to the side.

Her hands got to work and she leaned her head in close. She somehow found his leg between her thighs, her chest on his knee.

He found chivalry out of thin air and said, “I can do this if you’re uncomfortable. I’ve sewn myself together before.”

Johannah scoffed, never looking away from the gash, “That would explain the deep scarring on some of your old wounds. Just relax. We’re both adults and fucking Kortac operators aren’t we?”

Konig agreed with a nod, never saying a word.

She got back to work.

He was already hard. He pulled the pillow over his lap and cursed under his breath. It was difficult not to notice. Neither brought attention to it but the air was thick.

“Why’d that guy have a problem with snipers?” She questioned.

“Who?” He asked.

She pressed her chest into his knee to get closer.

“The guy who was with you when I walked in. He was going on about how snipers play hide and seek.”

“I will tell you if you tell me something about yourself.”

His counter offer made Johannah blink in surprise. She looked up at him with her alien eyes and he was smirking. He still didn’t notice that he wasn’t wearing the mask.

Her reply was direct, “I was in my fourth year of residency when I joined the military. My brother lost his life in that terrorist attack ten years ago. He was always a little shit but he was trying to join the military himself and I just continued his dream for him.”

“How’d you end up with Kortac?” He prodded.

“I was deployed out East and our faction was ambushed. I was never great at hitting targets but if you put an assault rifle in my hands it’s hard to miss a shot. I saved a kid's ass while saving my own. I guess they liked what I did.”

He was so turned on he grabbed the helmet and put it on the pillow as another ludicrous layer. It didn’t matter that she was restitching him with nothing to numb the skin.

“Your turn.” Johannah reminded him.

Konig struggled at first, “I uh.” He then cleared his throat, “I was hoping to be a sniper once. I never missed a target but they said I was too big. My team never lets me forget it.” His fingers tapped on the helmet anxiously.

“I think whoever told you that was a moron. Who would expect a giant sniper? It’s the perfect camouflage.” She murmured, “Wars aren’t won by doing the same things. You have to be better and more creative than the opposing side.”

Johannah moved on to the last suture as he absorbed what she said with a far away look. Some of her wet hair had fallen forward to dance along his thigh.

“Alright big boy I’m all done with this one. Lay down so I can check the others.” She said while attempting to pull his sweatshirt off. His bad arm was holding his torso underneath as she maneuvered the cotton without hurting him but he was ramrod still.

“Konig, help me before I sedate you.”

He let go of the helmet to bring the sweatshirt over his head with her assistance and it finally hung off his good arm. Johannah reached for the pillow and yanked it off his lap causing the helmet to land on his terribly restrained arousal. The amount of cursing he did in German mortified her but the way he was gasping while coddling his erection had warmth drip like honey to her core.

She sprang from her chair and reached for his blankets.

“I-I didn’t mean to do that, I'm sorry Konig!” Johannah stuttered.

More cursing in German. He snatched the pillow from her and placed it beside him and then he grabbed the blankets with enough force for her to fall forward. She managed to keep her balance but not before getting dangerously close to him.

Konig laid down and covered his body and face with the blankets. She didn’t blame him. The only thing she did was move the blanket enough to see his shoulder and the wound on his head.

Johannah began rambling as she worked. Anything to stop thinking about the inappropriate things she could do.

“I’ll have to get your pants laundered because you ruined these but it wouldn’t have happened if your troop didn’t come in here and wreck the place like what was that assholes problem anyway he just hate women or something because he assumed I was a nurse which is just chauvinistic probably because he has a small dick and tries to compensate by being an asshole which you’d never have an issue with it’s just the stress I know it is I’m not offended at all I hope you know that I get it I do like I said I’m used to it and I know it’s not my looks it’s just that we’re all touch starved and horny.”

The speed of his good arm leaving his lap to cover her mouth with his hand was instantaneous. His palm and fingers were hot and dwarfed her face. Her eyes darted to his lap on their own then back to his head which the blanket still covered.

“Doctor, scheisse.” He snarled, muffled by the fabric. “Stop talking.”

She nodded and gave an audible agreement against his skin. She felt his fingers flex before letting go to attain modesty once more.

Johannah resumed in silence with a beet red color over her cheeks. When she was done with his shoulder she slowly moved some of the blanket off his head to reveal only the bandage.

He tugged it down further only revealing his eyes.

Her focus remained on her work.

“You may not be offended but I was raised better. If my Mutter and Oma were alive they’d be disgraced by how disrespectful I have been to a woman. To you, I mean.” He mumbled.

Johannah remained disciplined, “That is a little chauvinistic too.”

Before he could interject she continued, “That old world thinking is outdated but it is appreciated in certain cases.”

“Would you prefer I treat you more roughly?” He asked.

The memory of his hand squeezing her neck made her shiver.

“T-that’s not what I meant.” She stammered, “All I’m saying is that I’m not weak just because I’m a woman. I’m not naive.”

He nodded and stared at the ceiling.

-

That night she left him on his own after making sure he ate and had what he needed. It wasn’t till she got to her room that she herself ate for the first time that day.

He couldn’t get to sleep. Johannah had gotten him more clothes before she was gone and he laid in silence wearing another standard issue sweatshirt and pants. She had been right, he wasn’t comfortable on the couch but he was safer.

“What the fuck did she mean? Touch starved and horny? Ich bin verwirrt.” He asked the empty office. He could understand the words separately but together they made no sense since English was not his first language.

“Hungry touching? Turned on touching hunger? Fucking shit. I hate English. She thinks all are starving for sex?”

Konigs eyes widened.

“She’s hungry for sex?!” He barked to nothing. “Is that what she said?!” He smothered his face and cursed. She had spoken so fast he didn’t fully understand.

Fuck, he wanted this woman. He hadn’t been turned on by her touch although it helped put him in a worse state. He was turned on by her eyes and the intensity that pulled him in and drowned him. She had defeated him, yes with the help of drugs but she brought him to his knees even though he was lying down.

Konig was not a fool.

He knew his size intimidated everyone. It made him anxious in social situations but if he wanted to have sex he was going to get it. He’d push through his insecurities and wind up at some bar as long as the mission was through. He would sit until he felt comfortable but he never made the first move.

It wouldn’t take long before he’d be approached. He fit a certain desired attraction to some woman and it would snowball.

Meet. Fuck. Leave. No attachment.

He could see all the telltale signs from the doctor. The blushing. The way he would catch her checking him out.

But she refused to make a move and he was liable to explode.

She even acknowledged his perfectly proportioned dick.

Maybe it was because he was injured. Maybe he had concocted it all. Maybe he would have to make a move for the first time in his life. The idea had him tapping his fingers in a trance.

-

Day two arrived normally.

Johannah checked his wounds, made sure he had all needed again, then disappeared. She even made sure he had books on strategies, weapons manuals and a TV to pass the time.

It pissed him off.

Midday she returned. Checked him and left.

When she came back at night he was in a foul mood. He was laying on the couch and made no attempt to greet her or even look in her direction. His face was covered by the blanket and he honed in on some foreign show about ice fishing like it was his favorite.

She sat down like usual but didn’t touch him. He noticed and waited then finally looked at her. Johannah was staring at a piece of black fabric in her hands, smoothing her thumbs in circles.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been distracted today.” She began, “I went to bed last night but couldn’t stop thinking about you not being able to be a sniper. I felt like it would be if I was told I couldn’t be a doctor.”

I was true to an extent. She had forced herself to think about anything other than running her hands over his body.

“I know you can’t be utilized as one but I figured there wouldn’t be any harm in you looking like one. And I know you have a stigma about showing your face so I made you something.”

Konig forgave her aloofness silently.

He went to sit up and struggled causing her to help. Now he had to wait for her to find the courage to keep going.

“Don’t laugh. The only thing I had was an old shirt. I sewed the neck and tucked in the sleeves so you could still strap your helmet on. I cut out some eye holes and I hope they are placed correctly or else you won’t be able to see.”

Johannah finally lifted her eyes to meet his.

“Can I put it on for you Konig?” She breathed. He nodded.

She leaned forward as he hunched over to allow her to drape the cloth over his head with shaking hands. He was encumbered by her scent and closed his eyes in rapture. He opened them when she centered the hood on his face.

Her smile was wide as she said, “Doesn’t look too bad. Let me go get a mirror for you to see.”

She came back with a tray for medical supplies that was reflective.

When she turned it he was met with his own reflection.

He looked intimidating and not because of his size. It hung off his head like a cloak and Konig thought he looked like the grim reaper. The eye holes were sewn around the circumference for stability. He knew she styled it after his tactical gear and it would match flawlessly. Johannah set down the tray to admire her work and his eyes bore into hers with no apology.

“Do you like it?” She asked sheepishly.

He wanted to marry her and whisk her away to the mountains. Where he would either worship her like a goddess or make sweet love to her until she was round with his children.

His inability to speak had her nervous.

Then he grabbed her awkwardly to embrace her. Konig pushed her into his chest as he nuzzled into her neck.

“Du gehörst zu mir. Jetzt und für immer. Thank you doctor.”

No one had ever taken the time to understand him. No one had ever been so kind except his own family.

He pulled off the hood instantly and made her look at him by holding her at the back of her head. Johannah's mouth opened in surprise as he rushed his lips on her own.

The line had been crossed. The line did not exist anymore.

She froze but quickly returned the kiss. He whined into her mouth when her tongue found his. Her fists curled and gripped his sweatshirt as he tasted her with need. Johannah felt her discipline crumble as she climbed into his lap and sat on his uninjured leg.

His hand traveled lower along her spine until he found her rear and smothered her cheek with his greedy palm and fingers. The other hand came out from under his shirt to squeeze her thigh.

The pain was ignored.

Her hands were unshackled by her rules as they desperately felt all the muscles she had denied herself of. They were panting against each other and she nibbled at his lower lip. He grabbed her hip and rolled her against his thigh.

Konig released her mouth to latch onto her neck. He did dastardly things on her skin while trying to move her leg to wrap her thighs around his waist.

“Wait. Your stitches.” She whimpered.

“Sit on me or I’ll make you.” He growled into her throat.

It was no use to fight his strength and now she was straddling him as his hand untucked her shirt and burrowed into it to feel the heat of her body on his palm. He was unable to lift his hurt arm and placed the hand attached under her ribs. The other free hand made no effort to be shy as it snuck under her bra to fondle her breast.

The action had her grind onto the bulge pressing into her heat. She was slick and grossly wet. He rolled her nipple under his thumb and kissed her again. Her tongue was instantly on his as he frantically released her chest and tried to remove her shirt.

Johannah got the hint and tore it off her body along with her bra. Konig couldn’t help it as both of his hands touched her crazed.

“Gott verdammt. Fucking perfect.” He said hoarsely.

She whimpered and clawed at his pecs with the same ferocity as him. In a blink, his own shirt was carefully discarded. She wanted to kiss his chest but he immediately brought his mouth to her nipple and she gasped in surprise.

Her hand coasted over his torso like a water droplet. She reached his pelvis and wrapped her hand around his dick through his pants.

“God I’ve wanted to touch you like this so much.” Johannah admitted. Which made him let out a guttural moan.

It was needy, deep and foul.

Konig reached for her belt and it gave her the freedom to kiss and gnaw at his collarbone. She released his dick and weaved her fingers through the hair on his stomach to his chest and kneaded his nipple unabashedly.

Her belt was quickly unbuckled and her pants were unbuttoned.

His hand found her core. She very nearly dripped on his fingers.

He had to pause to gather his fortitude. Johannah didn’t let him and she rolled her hips and kissed him. He caressed her clit and could not stop as he put two fingers inside her. She closed her eyes and threw her head back.

“Look at me.” He demanded.

Her eyes met his and she rode his hand. When she was close he removed it altogether. She whined angrily. He laughed.

She got off his lap and he thought he fucked up until she removed her pants with her underwear in one swoop. He would have salivated at her nakedness but she was frantic. She bent over to tug at his pants just enough to free his erection.

Johannah's pit lurched wantonly. “Holy fuck.” She heaved.

He definitely swelled and not just with pride. She leaned on his good thigh and touched him, wrapping her hand around his length. He was just as wet as her. It cascaded over the head and she bit her lip as he jerked.

In one second she was straddling him again and aligning herself over him. His hands found her hips once more.

She lowered herself and he entered her slowly and precisely.

There were a string of German curses as her warm walls put his dick in a vice.

“You’re so tight.” He whined unwittingly.

Johannah was too focused on her task. If she went any faster she was sure it would hurt. She’d go down and rise slightly to spread her arousal. When she finally bottomed out he was so deep inside her she was momentarily stunned.

Konig was lost in pleasure. She clenched her pelvic floor and he moaned.

“You have to move leibling. Don’t make me come like this. I need you to move. Gott, use me. I want you to come first.”

Johannah covered his mouth with hers. She kissed him and groaned with her first rise and fall. Her hands found his shoulders for stability and she moved herself up and down.

Too slowly.

He gripped her hips and lifted her and thrust as much as he could when she met his sex with her own. Precisely and forcefully.

She cried out. He was going to come at this rate. The fucking noises she was making were sent straight to his dick. She began riding him without his help and he reached in between them to touch her clitorous for her to feel more. Faster.

Suddenly she grabbed his free hand and put it on her neck. The bullet wound on his shoulder was screaming yet he seized her throat which finally pushed her over the edge.

She came with an open mouth and no words.

He tried to keep going but the way she squeezed him had him spilling inside her without warning. He orgasmed into her climax.

It was a lot. She collapsed on him, overstimulated.

They stayed like that panting until the hand still on her neck lifted her face to his. He kissed her and began thrusting again.

-

Later, he would find out just how much she had been holding back.

He created a monster. Obsessed with him as much as he was her.

-

Days later he had been released but never left until he had to leave on a mission.

-

Months later when he was made a colonel she was the first to know.

-

Years later when her contract was over, every leave he had was spent in her arms.

-

When his own contract was over, she was waiting for him on the porch of their house secluded in the Austrian countryside. He rushed to her, afraid she had been an illusion.

I wrote this for days. I hope you understand this was kind of a prequel for him. How he got his hood and all that. If you liked it great. If you didn’t, whoops.

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First post ever 🤷🏻‍♀️

Konig story that would leave my brain

I don’t know German. Google might. That’s what I used.

Never played COD except for like 10 years ago

Anyways not proofread

“Jesus, what is Kortac feeding these soldiers?”

She meant to keep that to herself. Her blunt statement that rolled into a question rang out through the med bay like an obtuse and unnecessary observation.

The man who shocked her into speaking without thinking was currently being carried in by six men on a field gurney. He was unconscious and had several haphazardly bandaged wounds bleeding through the gauze. That wasn’t what shocked her.

His enormous size and muscle mass were the cause and they were struggling to lift him. He must have been close to seven feet tall from her assumption.

The men who had carried this giant into her hospital on the Kortac base put him onto a bed and left quickly. The state of his injuries had her shaking her previous thoughts to her memories and she jolted into caring for him like a doctor should.

She began assessing him and grimacing at the bandages she pulled off later by layer after pulling off his balaclava to reveal another gash on his face. The one nurse she was allowed to have on her staff worked with her until the men returned with another soldier on the same gurney.

He was in worse shape.

She darted over to him just as he was placed on another bed. She had barely begun to help him and the men were gone again.

This soldier had been burned severely.

‘Decide and delegate.’ She told herself mentally.

Since she and her nurse were the only medical staff, she assessed that the soldier who was burned would be given her attention while the nurse would take on the giant. Her hands moved rhythmically, trying to fight against fate but as she cleaned and looked at the wounds more closely she realized it was no use. Third degree burns covered more than half his body.

The fact that he was still alive was almost a curse. The pain he must be in should not make it worth living. She prepared him morphine as her nurse was thrown to the ground behind her. There were supplies and tools crashing into the wall.

“Weg von mir!! Wo zum teufel bin ich?!”

The giant soldier had regained consciousness when an IV was placed in his arm. Which he already ripped out.

Like riding a bike, she gathered a sedative without looking after nodding towards the nurse to make sure he was okay. She prepped the needle and went towards the angry patient who was attempting to leave his bed.

She approached him slowly, “Soldier. I’m Dr. Moore. You’re in the med bay at Kortac’s North Base. Stand down. You need to let us clear you for combat and we can’t do that if we don’t know how hurt you are.”

His face was boyish but there was a man glaring at her with the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He wanted to kill her, she knew that. He wasn’t here to negotiate. Kortac doesn’t hire the weak. She herself had been recruited after they caught wind of her finesse and control during a terrorist attack.

She somehow managed to bandage and treat the injured while firing a military issued assault rifle. She was never shot.

They wanted her skill. And while she thought she would be on the battlefield she ended up sequestered to a base four hundred clicks north of bumfuck nowhere. At least the pay was good and she wouldn’t need to work the rest of her life after her contract expired.

This man had been through hell. And seeing his old scars told her he had been in hell for some time.

A trickle of blood pooled in his eye. He went to wipe it with his hand when he realized his face was fully exposed. His blue eyes began to show panic. Or was it anxiety? She didn’t take the time to figure it out and kept slowly walking towards him.

“Wo ist meine abdeckung?!” He yelled

“I’m going to help you. Just calm down.”

His demeanor seemed to show understanding, misleading her judgment. When she got within his arms reach he grabbed her by the neck and lifted her off the ground.

Her instincts never failed where her judgment did. She had already stabbed him with the needle and was pushing the sedative into his veins. The grip on her neck loosened as she lowered to the ground and she stood firmly while he swayed. The back of his legs hit the bed and he fell onto it.

She was thankful because if he fell to the linoleum there was absolutely no way they’d be able to pick him up alone.

Her nurse went to the other side of his bed and scoffed, “Fucking Germans. No brains and no couth.” He was French. Still holding a grudge even though he had never met a German in his lifetime.

“Fuck you. I’m Austrian.” The giant slurred.

With his strength incapacitated she felt comfortable enough to stand over him and check his pulse on his neck.

His eyelids were half closed, looking only at her.

She rolled her own eyes, “If you had just listened to me I wouldn’t have had to do that. Now, we’re going to help you. What’s your name, soldier?”

“Noah.” He said, finally closing his eyes. “Wunderschon.” Was the last thing he said before passing out.

To avoid any further miscalculations she asked the nurse to see to the other patient while she took on the task of helping him. If anyone was going to be put in harm's way it would be her.

She took over where the nurse left off and said, “Welcome to the Ward Noah.”

-

The only thing that could be done for the burned soldier was pump him full of morphine until his heart stopped.

Dr. Johannah Anna Moore, call sign Jam, felt remorse for two reasons. He looked young and he’d never be able to tell her his name. It was a silly requirement she had coming here. Everything was top secret but the only way to connect with them was using their first name.

She glanced at the giant, now knowing his name was Noah and sighed. He came to her with two bullet wounds. One through his shoulder and one she had to surgically remove from his thigh. The third wound was a gash just above his eye.

There was no infection present but he wasn’t out of the woods as far as she could see.

He looked peaceful under the sedation. But he also looked silly wearing nothing but a blanket compared to his size. It had been a few hours since their altercation and she didn’t take it personally.

He was a contracted killer.

She rechecked his bandages as he began to stir. This time they had thought ahead and used restraints on his arms to keep him from tearing his sutures.

“Let’s try this again Noah. You’re in the med bay at Kortac’s North Base and I have you restrained. You’ve been shot and are not clear for duty so you might as well get comfortable.”

He blinked slowly as his eyes focused on the ceiling.

She took note of his softened features which were blaringly different to a few hours ago. He seemed almost sad.

He finally looked at her and spoke through a dry mouth, “How do you know my name?” His accent was thick but his English was solid.

“You told me.” She laughed.

He tried to find moisture in his throat and revealed, “I haven’t been Noah for a long time. Use Konig. That is my name.”

Before she could reply he asked, “Can you take my restraints off?”

“Only if you behave Konig.” She countered.

He scoffed, “We are on the same side. I did not know that before.”

It was her turn to laugh, “I have another sedative prepared. Do not try anything stupid.”

She released one arm and he did nothing. She released the other and he winced since it was connected to the injured shoulder. He didn’t try to attack her but he did attempt to sit up.

“Hold it. Lay back down. You aren’t going anywhere.” She demanded.

He smirked, “You can’t stop me. I need to debrief with my team.”

All she had to do was slightly push his uninjured shoulder for him to fall back. He groaned and became annoyed.

“You are in my hospital Konig. I am your superior and you are not released until I say so. That’s an order.”

He stared her down for what seemed like hours but his years of compliance and duty kept him where he was. She was quite fierce even though he was twice her size. He relented and frowned.

And although she was standing her ground she was observant enough to get him a glass of water. He drank and stared at her again. She was easy on the eyes and was dressed like a soldier instead of a doctor except for the stethoscope around her neck.

It was his job to be detail oriented. Or so he told himself as his eyes scanned her figure, stalling at her ass and chest. She was checking his IV as his eyes continued higher and her brown hair was in a regulation bun. When she turned back around, the bruises on her neck shamed him.

“I’m sorry.”

Her head cocked to the side, “For what?”

His hand touched his own neck and he motioned to hers with his chin, “It was instinct. I apologize.”

Johannah laughed, “I’ve been shot before. This is nothing. But I appreciate the apology anyway.”

He nodded. The hand on his neck coasted over to his naked face to rub his eyes and he realized once again that his mask was missing. Nervousness caused him to fidget.

“Scheibe. Fuck. Can I have my cover back Dr.?”

She sighed, “It was ruined by the gunshot almost entering your head. Besides, I have to redress the wound every few hours.”

It was hard no to notice his unease.

“I’m not supposed to show my face. Please.” He lied.

Her laugh embarrassed him, “Konig, you’re the biggest man I’ve ever met. Hiding your face isn’t going to keep your identity a secret from anyone. It’s like putting one on a horse. You still know it’s a horse even if you can’t see its face.”

“Also.” She continued, “No one is allowed in here without my clearance.”

It didn’t comfort him. There were two people in this ward that knew what he looked like. It was two too many. He laid his hand back on the bed and began tapping his thumb and middle finger together repeatedly.

The panic poured out of him unwillingly.

It was hard not to notice it. She didn’t understand it. Sure he was intimidating by his size alone but he wasn’t a shocker when it came to his looks. Not only was he tall, he was handsome.

“I didn’t see anxiety in your chart Konig. Is this a recent issue or have the previous doctors overlooked it?”

He didn’t answer which meant to her, she was right.

Johannah didn’t push further and walked away to a cabinet across the room. She returned with a surgical mask.

“This is all I have.”

He took it and tried to put it on but he couldn’t lift his injured arm. She took it back and set it on his face and put the ties around his ears.

“Is that better?” Johannah asked gently. He nodded.

“You need to rest Konig. I’ll check on you again in a few hours.”

Before she walked away he blurted, “How long?”

“How long will I be here?” He questioned.

She sighed, “Until I know you don’t have an infection. I don’t expect to clear you for at least two weeks.”

“Das ist nicht hinnehmbar!” He yelled. She had anticipated it and even though she didn’t know German she assumed he said no.

“I can’t be here that long fraulein.”

“That’s too bad.” She countered.

He cursed in English and German as she walked over to the other soldier and grimaced. He was barely breathing and it had her increase his morphine. Her body language faltered from its previous strength and she placed her hands on her hips exasperated.

Konig was still unbelievably angry yet he still watched her. He wasn’t angry with her. He couldn’t be angry at her. He had gotten himself shot after all.

“Is he dying?” He asked quietly.

She nodded, “Yes. He will not live much longer.”

There was a stagnant silence but she broke through it by asking him, “Do you know his name?”

With his eyes still on her he said, “I know his callsign. It’s Bentley.”

“Bentley.” She whispered.

As strong as she was, a tear dropped unexpectedly. She wiped it away angrily.

“I tried to save him.” Konig admitted, “We didn’t expect a rudimentary Molotov cocktail. He took the brunt of it. I managed to get him back to our regime but took a few souvenirs.”

She knew he was talking about his bullet wounds.

“Shot for nothing. I couldn’t save him.”

“He’ll die in no pain because of you.”

He finally looked away from her and resigned himself to his thoughts. She retreated to an office with windows at the end of the med bay. There was paperwork to be done.

-

Hours later she found herself covering the burned soldier with the blanket and recording the time of his death. Konig pretended to sleep as she went back to the office and made a phone call.

The last time he saw the outside made him guess that it was the middle of the night. He could hear her shuffling folders and he opened one eye to see her through the glass. She walked out to the entrance of the med bay and waited.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock. She buzzed them through from a button on the wall and a man walked in and rolled the dead soldier out. Before the doors closed, two men in suits said something to make her follow them.

She looked back at him before she left.

-

“I told you already. He arrived with a ten percent chance of living and that’s being generous.”

The two men who she would never know their names sat in front of her in an interrogation room. It was cold and the metal table and chairs were miserable. Their questioning made her think they thought she killed him.

“There will be an autopsy. Can you confirm you performed the necessary procedures Dr. Moore?”

She slammed her fist on the table. She was tired and frustrated. They weren’t listening.

Johannah yelled, “He was already dead when he arrived! I did what I could to make him more comfortable! Do an autopsy, it’ll prove it!”

They didn’t say anything. They at last moved on from that tragedy to ask about Konig.

“The other soldier. You reported his survival is 70%. Why make that prognosis?”

Her hands clasped together and she explained, “He’s alert and cognizant of his situation but the risk of infection can’t be determined at this time.”

“What would be your best estimation?”

“I’m not a fortune teller.” She answered sarcastically.

They didn’t flinch. “Dr. Moore, when can he be released?”

She leaned back in her chair and let out a haggard breath, “Two weeks. I will know in two weeks.”

Konig must be an insurmountable asset to Kortac, she started to realize. Especially when they dismissed her diagnosis.

“We can give you two more days.”

“That’s not nearly enough!” She yelled, “I release him too early and he dies as soon as he leaves. Who gets the blame? Because it won’t be me. I can tell he’s valuable to you all.”

She calculated quickly in her head.

“Three more days. Three days for three wounds. I will clear him the morning after the third day.”

That was how she found herself walking back to the med bay with only three days to make sure he would heal properly. Three days to make sure he wouldn’t be another casualty.

When she reached the doors she swiped her security clearance and walked in.

His bed was empty.

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