A/N This idea hit me during reading great fanfic called "Kaylor: Love and War" by thestoryofkaylor. If you didn't read it, go and do it, but firstly let me take you with me for a minute. =) Enjoy!

„I have to go," she said, still staring into endless ocean in front of her. Happiness in blue eyes faded and started disappearing as soon as it had showed up. Their time came to end, they both knew it, but neither of them felt like going away. Not yet.

"You have to..." Although they were whispering, their voices seemed to ringing in their ears. The silence around them was as far as overly treacherous.

Karlie lifted up her hand and delicately, only its fingertips, was drawing patterns on the face, she saw in every crowd of sentenced to death. Fortunately, it was hallucination, freezing blood in veins, but only hallucination. Every day, through her hands was spilled litres of innocent people's blood, less often rebels'. If it were up to her, she would stop all this savage process. But it was a war and she was only a soldier which had to following orders.

Karlie cupped her face and with a thumb outline lip's contour. She loved when she was wearing her red lipstick. If she had her now, Karlie was more than sure, that her body would be covered by smears in the same colour. Unfortunately, finding such an exclusive thing nowadays bordered on a miracle, even for her.

Taylor smiled, feeling warm breath near her lips. She has never had enough. The girl... No, the woman in front of her was like the best drug. Taylor didn't manage to resist her charm, they had known each other for too long. Their paths had crossed for the first time yet back in the school. They hadn't needed too much time to find common thread of communication. Not so long after that fate had decided to thumb its nose at them. In the country started happening bad and dark things and their ways drifted away faster than they had met. Now was different.

The colonel of dictatorship's army and the leader of insurgents.

Impossible lover.

It sounds like a poor joke.

The price was high, but they had decided to take a risk. The deal was simple. Meeting once a week, scruffy tenement house, abandoned long time ago. Karlie was getting what she needed, helping rebels, keeping in camps in return. Of course if only she could.

But as time flew something's changed. It wasn't just cold calculation profits and losses. They stopped doing this for others and started for themselves. Both started to care about the feeling which had been born between them all of sudden, against any common sense. But aren't a heart and a mind two organs independent of oneself when it comes to love? Isn't it because we are willing to sacrifice everything for a short moment full of sensitivity? Commitment? False understanding?

They needed this more than it seemed. When bullets are all around you and anything you can hear is their zip, ripping the air near your ear, your thoughts are running to your love one. You don't want to be here, but you're also not a coward, to hide in the back. As a commander you must give an example and you go to die as first. They didn't have to distract themselves. Unfortunately for them, it was enough just to lift head up and look at the other side of barricade.

In spite of appearances, in a pale moonlight everything seemed to be careless and less scary. Taylor kissed back and pulled Karlie closer. One hand got tangled up in gold tress and the other one was lost along her spine. This last time, before they went away for good.

Karlie hated getting her hopes up. For her, it was only sign of weakness, thing she wanted to get rid of once and for all. That's why she regarded every meeting like the last one, trying to memorize the map, drawing all over again. Every curve, every sensitive spot, every, even the tiniest piece of godlike body. Hope, just like love, was for fools. But without it, it was even worse.

"Karlie..." Sigh came from half-open mouth to turned into scream moments later.

It wasn't like sex was the only thing, they kept seeing each other for - it was rather nice benefit. Often they just sat down on the bed, body pressed to body and they were watching the sky, covered by clouds of smoke. There wasn't the day when one of the farms wasn't on fire. The Great Chief felt constant need of showing others his power.

If they were lucky they're able to see stars, shining way up high. Karlie treated it as a springboard from boring and narrow-minded soldiers blindly staring at their commander. They were talking about everything and nothing, how had been their week and their past, they were making plans about what they were going to do, when the war would finally come to end. They were also recalling their times in the school, when they didn't have to care, if they would survive next day.

"Taylor... Fuck!" Karlie's hoarse voice was the sound she could listen to on and on. The other one was her rare laugh. Well, she could entertain her, but she was receiving only wide smile and playful look. During long time in army, Karlie learned to control her emotions and reactions, she always repeated that it was part of her training on the way to the top.

She fell down limply to recover after a visit in the place far away from here. Short, intermittent breath was slowly coming back to norm, sight once again adjusted to a pleasant semidarkness. Taylor was finally brave enough to open her eyes and gazed in her direction. She was peering at the celling, taking heavy deep breaths. Drops of sweat was shining on her forehead and her flushed cheeks was standing out her face. The lack of sun and proper sleep had an effect on her appearance. But for her she was still beautiful.

She moved closer, snuggling head in Karlie's neck. She heard muffled heartbeat, she smelled delicate perfume which were making her insane. Why couldn't it be always like that? Why some freaking maniac with outgrown ego, wanted to subordinate anyone and anything?

They were laying in silence, resting after sweet effort. Taylor was playing with single strand of her hair, being in safety embrace of strong arms. Embrace, she was willing to last forever and a day.

A watch put aside on the table blinked green light three times and went down. They knew what that sign mean too well to ignore it. It's time.

Taylor clung harder to her lover, not letting her get up. She perfectly knew that she lost the battle, but she was always fighting for at least a few more seconds.

"I really have to go, now," Grasp around her waist instead of relieving, strengthen even more.

"Mhmm..." Long, lazy kiss on the neck should put off the sentence.

"Tay... Please, don't make it harder."

It was always like that. It came the moment when they had to part ways and came back to their perfect roles. Enemies in the light and lovers in the dark. And it must stay in that way. She let go, it wasn't any sense to keep it going. Sooner or later Karlie would have use her strength or sneaky free herself from the hug.

A wave of cold air hit her body, but she didn't care. Without any word, with head pressed to the pillow, she was observing how Karlie was getting dressed in her stiff, grey-blue uniform. Their common curse. Suddenly, Karlie grimaced and hissed shortly, seconds after putting on snow white shirt.

"Shit, I had to scratch you a little bit too hard," Taylor sat up quickly, moving closer to the edge of the bed.

"A little bit?" Kloss rose her eyebrow playfully.

"Accidently?" She bit lower lip, looking at her apologetically. Karlie shook her head, smirking. She knew that Taylor left marks on purpose. She also wasn't a saint. Despite they had decided, they wouldn't do that, she had been coming back with new trophies on her body, carefully hidden under thick material.

During buttoning up jacket there came a thud to their ears. Taller woman spontaneously grabbed her belt with holder and pulled out a gun, putting index finger to her lips. "Lay down and don't you dare to move," she mouthed and approached the door.

The surrounding was unsettled for a long time from now. As one of the furthest from the city centre was ravaged right on the beginning of battles. The only guests here were occasional patrols and two commanders.

Karlie stuck to the wall with loaded gun, ready to shoot, watching the door handle. If somebody found out about their meeting, they're already dead. She for escaping from the garrison during night hours and betrayal, and Taylor, well... Starting from staying out of her district during curfew, through being in anti-government movement, let alone being its leader, in other words the most wanted person in the whole country, on being familiar with officer ending. On the list would be also more less important sins for sure.

They had been waiting five long minutes, finally Karlie grabbed the handle and push it down. The door opened slightly, showing seedy corridor. Colonel disappeared in the dark. Taylor listened intently to any fight's noises or shots. Nothing's happened.

Her lover's silhouette came into view again. The moon illuminated her pale face without any emotion on it. She let a sigh of relief, once again sitting straight.

"It's nothing. Nevertheless, it's time for me."

She quickly did the rest of the buttons and turned collar up. She came closer to the bed, kneeling besides. She brushed away hair from Taylor's pretty face and took her hands into hers own.

"You shouldn't wait, neither. It'll be better if you get away from here as soon as it is possible. Do we understand?"

Blonde nodded, not breaking eye-contact. In those green eyes was hidden care and unlimited love, and also pain, accompanying them during every parting.

"I hope you won't give a rough ride to us." Slight smile welcomed on both faces.

"I'll see what we can do."

For every defeat in the fight with rebels, one of the non-coms was killed. Clumsy subordinates without any successes wasn't welcomed in commander corps. Either you walk over everybody or you're dead.

As always Karlie pressed lips to her forehead and next to her hands.

"Don't get yourself killed."

"You, either." They didn't promise anything to themselves. Tomorrow was too unsure to say empty promises. "I love you."

"I know. Love you, too."

After that words Karlie stood up and got out, not looking behind her back.

Maybe everything would end well and they'd be able to run away far, far away, where nobody will know their names or their past. To the place, where they'll start new life with blank card. Where everything will be easier and more simple.

However, they will meet the next week. She will again feel warm, hitting from her body, sweet, innocent kisses on her face and along her neck. They will again fight with desire of staying next to each other. And yet again she will stay alone in the cold room, illuminated only by the moonlight, in the middle of the war.

A/N What do you, guys, think? I'm curious of your opinion.