Love You Till The End (Robert Zussman x Reader)

38 - Y/N L/N

August 23, 1944
Paris, France

We finally managed to get into Paris. The plan to attack the Nazi headquarters still isn't complete though, but we've been told it should be ready soon. I don't really mind whenever "soon" will be since we've been given a few days to rest.

Turns out digging through the wreckage was worth it. After countless hours of searching for anything useful, Daniels managed to get his hands on some documents, including passports that Rousseau and Crowley could use. Not only were we happy to not have to search around anymore once those documents were found, but we also couldn't help but feel proud of Daniels who's constantly proving himself to be a great soldier. I'm sure Pierson would find some way to disagree though.

We're currently staying in the middle of Paris, close to the Nazi headquarters, but far enough to where we won't bring any suspicions onto ourselves. Turner and Pierson spend most of their time talking to Crowley, Vivian, and Rousseau in a big two-story building, trying to come up with the best plan possible. The rest of us have been told to lay low in the empty houses and apartment buildings nearby and rest up as much as we can which we gladly did.

It's been nice having time to ourselves. Even though we're not allowed to wander around, we don't really mind since we're able to catch some sleep. It also helps that we've been eating pretty good. There have been quite a few times where French citizens have stopped by and given us freshly baked bread or sweet pastries, cheese, and even a few bottles of wine.

After arriving in Paris two days ago, Robert and I found ourselves an apartment to stay in for the next few days. It's been nice especially since it makes me think about what it'll be like if we get back to the states and find ourselves a place we can call home. Sleeping in the same bed and being able to focus on our relationship has been an experience that's made us feel more like lovers and less like soldiers. It's made me a bit sad knowing this experience is going to end soon.

We haven't stayed in this apartment long, but the short time we have has allowed me to notice little things about Robert that I can't help but love like when he wakes up and his hair is a mess (he tries to smooth it out with his hand thinking it helps even though it doesn't, but I don't say a word). Or when he falls asleep before me and begins to snore (just a little, but I don't mind). Or when he begins to hum randomly and fills the room with a little tune (it's impressive how many records he can name from the Roaring 20s and the Depression). And how could I forget how he tends to snort when he laughs (but not when the boys are around). Or what about how green his eyes are! Or this, or that, I could go on with my list and have to add more once I reach the end.

Now, as we lay in bed for the night, I noticed the way he gently rubbed my hand which was rested on his chest. It was like we were feeling each other just to make sure we existed to one another. We didn't need to talk about anything because just having each other's presence was good enough for the two of us.

We were suddenly startled by a knock on the door. We both sat up on the bed and Robert got up and grabbed a candle to light his way to the front door.

"Aiello! That better not be you outside this door again!" Robert said as he walked towards the door, referring to what had happened last night.

Aiello had practically barged into the apartment to tell us he was staying down below and how he didn't "want to hear us having a little too much fun up here." Even though Aiello was joking around, Robert was not happy about the situation, especially since Aiello loves to tease him. He ended up kicking Aiello out after receiving a few nudges and winks from him.

When I heard Robert open the door finally, I didn't hear Aiello's loud voice because it turned out to be Stiles at the door. I couldn't hear much of what they were saying and I wondered if something bad had happened since this was the first time Stiles had come to talk to us.

"I figured you might want this," I heard Stiles say. Robert thanked him and they said their goodbyes. When he returned to the room, he didn't have the candle in his hand anymore. He was carrying a record player instead.

"Remember that box of records I found yesterday? I had told Stiles about it and he managed to find a record player for me," he explained, setting it down on top of a small dresser in the room.

"Oh, well that was nice of him."

"How about we try it out?" he suggested. The room was dim since there were only a few candles lit, but his face was glowing with happiness. "I haven't listened to music in so long."

"Well, why wait any longer? Start it up!" I exclaimed. I got up from the bed and began lighting a few more candles to light up the room a bit more as Zussman searched around the room for the box of records. When he finally found it, he rummaged through it until he found one that caught his eye.

"I found some Frank Sinatra*. How does that sound?" he asked, holding up a record.

"What kind of question is that? That sounds great."

He winked at me and went over to the record player to set it up. I watched him as he carefully placed the record into the turntable and then put the needle onto the record. A slow and upbeat tempo began to play and we stood around listening for just a moment. I closed my eyes, taking in the sound of music which I hadn't heard in a while as well.

"Let's dance," Zussman suddenly said and I opened my eyes to find him holding his hand out for me to grab. I smiled at him and took his hand. He then took me to the part of the room that didn't have anything nearby for us to bump into.

He put his free hand on my waist and I put mine on his shoulder while both of us had our other hand clasped together. We then began to sway to the rhythm of the orchestra. At one point, he twisted me around a few times and we couldn't help but chuckle.

We stared into each other's eyes for a moment after he finished twisting me around. It didn't take long for us to lean in and kiss.

When we pulled away, the war left our minds as we continued to dance and Frank Sinatra filled the apartment with his voice:

"East of the sun and west of the moon
We'll build a dream house of love dear
Near to the sun in the day
Near to the moon at night
We'll live in a lovely way dear
Living on love in pale moonlight"

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* "Frank Sinatra": was an American singer, actor, and producer who was one of the most popular and influential musical artists of the 20th century

NOTE: Feel free to listen to the song