Alistar and Amber: A Love Story

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The sun rose and Alistar rose out of bed and stood in front of the mirror looking at himself. Grey had worked its way down from his head and covered his chest but had not quite made its way down to the briar patch that surrounded his cock. He noticed not for the first time that he had to use the mirror to see his cock his belly blocking the view from above.

He also noticed, not for the first time, that he did not have the morning wood he was so proud of as a young man. Sighing at the flaccid state Alistar dressed in a pair of overalls and nothing else and headed out back to urinate in the outhouse located in the back yard.

It was the 30th of August, and the twentieth anniversary of his return from The War. It was the day that Alistar did nothing but sit and remember and reflect on his life and the things he had done.

Especially the things he had done with Amber.

Reaching the kitchen, Alistar pulled a mason jar from the cabinet and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and walked out to the front porch. Settling into the rocking chair, Alistar poured himself about three fingers of whiskey and looked at the willow tree in the front yard.

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June 15th of 1939, his Amber and he were in the front yard of the little cabin they lived in with his very sick mother. They were married a couple of days previous and had just come back from a night in a hotel that would serve as their brief torrid honeymoon.

As part of the celebration of their marriage, Amber and Alistar were planting a willow tree to symbolize their life together. Amber was wearing one of her thin sundresses the translucence of the fabric allowing Alistar to watch in awe the shade of her body.

Amber had hair the color of her name that hung down to the middle of her back, brown eyes that were always smiling, and when smoldering in passion would stop any man in his tracks, hopeful that he would be the lucky recipient of her attentions.

Amber’s large breasts created ample cleavage that was nearly impossible to keep one’s eyes off of, her tanned skin fading to a cream color the closer to the nipples you got. Her areola and nipples were ample, but not sloppy, perfectly round that always goose pimpled when you first sucked on them. Each nipple was about the diameter of an onion green and about as long as the butt of a cigarette when she was excited.

Her torso narrowed to a slender waist and then flared out to her hips much like the fender of a corvette, sleek, firm and built for speed. Her butt cheeks were a perfectly firm and formed inverted heart.

She was ample and curvy but in no way fat, there were no hard surfaces on Amber, and each curve took one on a meandering path toward heaven. Years in the future, Alistar would buy one of the very first Barbie dolls ever made, its resemblance to Amber hauntingly unforgettable.

Standing in the sun, Alistar had dug the hole for the tree to go into and Amber was driving stakes into the ground on three sides of the tree. Alistar watched beads of sweat roll down Amber’s arm. Mesmerized he didn’t notice when she stopped pounding on the stake to look at him.

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Alistar looked again at the willow tree as he lit a cigarette. Long locks of blonde hair could be seen stirring gently in the breeze as he rocked in his chair.

Alistar smoked his cigarette and watched the blonde hair blowing gently in the wind, the occasional gust lifting up the hem of her sundress. White with a pattern of light purple flowers on it, with green stems.

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August 1930

The heat in Arkansas was unbearable, it seemed that each day topped 100 degrees and the humidity had to be in the 90 percent range. Alistar did what all ten year old boys did, went swimming in the river and the springs. Some of which were at high temperatures, others were cool. The trick was getting into one of the cool pools before they filled up with other kids.

It was in one such pool that Alistar was floating in when he heard the giggle of girls coming along the path toward the spring he was in. Soon they rounded the bend and were visible. One was blonde with brown eyes and the other had black hair with blue eyes.

And Alistar could not keep his eyes off of the blonde. As they walked up to the pool Alistar looked at her and said in the certainty that only a child could have, "I love you and one day you will be my wife."

The brunette laughed as Amber looked at him with a look of shock, and then realization that he was right. Amber looked at Alistar and said, "Maybe someday, but can we have the pool today?"

Alistar jumped out of the pool and said, "Yes." Giving Amber a quick hug Alistar left, leaving the pool to the two girls.

That night, Alistar tossed and turned that night, unable to sleep in the sticky heat. The next morning Alistar woke up with the sun and took off toward Farmer Greene's farm and got a job picking cotton and other odd jobs.

Ever since Amber was a little girl, Alistar had always been there. She could not imagine her life without his beautiful green eyes or his dark hair, or the little dimple in his cheek when he smiled … or the way that he looked at her as if she was the only woman in the world. Amber used to be taller than he was, but somewhere along the way, she stopped growing and he shot up like a beanpole, towering over her. She watched him grow from a mischievous boy into a confident young man … a man that could make her heart skip a beat just by looking at her.

They were inseparable and the town’s people watched with interest as the innocent friendship slowly bloomed into a beautiful love story. In her mind, Amber could pinpoint the exact moment it all started …


16 July 1936, Amber and Alistar were walking home from Church, bantering with each other as they always did … joking and cajoling … and laughing until it hurt. She had tripped over a crooked pavement stone and would have sprawled to the floor if it were not for a strong pair of arms that wrapped around her … keeping her suspended in mid air.

It was that exact moment … that instant … that their friendship changed into something so much more beautiful. Amber was staring at Alistar’s chest and she slowly lifted her dark eyes to peer up at him, his arms wrapped around her tightly as if he never wanted to let go. It felt as if the earth had shifted on its axis; aligning all the stars as she finally found those beautiful green eyes of his. Time stood still as she stopped breathing, the butterflies in her tummy frantically jumbling around.

They stared into each other’s eyes ... seeing each other for the very first time … Alistar was not a little boy anymore … and Amber had grown into a young woman. There was a spark kindling in his touch that seemed to wreak havoc on Amber’s senses. Something stirred in her body that she had no name for.

A beautiful crimson blush crept across her cheeks as she dropped her gaze to the ground, self consciously righting herself on her feet. Alistar’s arms fell away from her and she absently dusted her hands along her skirt trying to avoid looking at him even though she could feel his eyes resting on her. For the first time, they walked home in silence. Each intensely aware of the other’s proximity … Amber painstakingly shy and insanely self-conscious … while Alistar kept grinning at her.


A soft smile tugged at Amber’s lips as the memory played out in her mind. She lifted the tumbler to her lips, taking a sip of the strong whiskey … feeling it burn down her throat.

She leaned back against the willow tree, her hair cascading across its bark as she closed her eyes. The late afternoon sun was streaming through the massive branches, weeping to the floor … beautiful and majestic. The sun rays turned Amber’s hair into a blazing crimson fire that shimmered in the light. The breeze tugged at her sundress, adorned with lavender flowers …

Alistar punched out his cigarette and rocked back and forth a while, his eye catching sight of the pistol grip of the weapon he had brought back from Germany after the war.

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December 8th, 1941

Alistar was headed home from lunch when he passed by the drugstore, seeing a crowd gathered round. Unlike most crowds that Alistar had seen, this one was deathly quiet, and as he got to the back he heard,


A cold fury gripped his soul as Alistar listened to the speech that the President was giving. The fury was stoking a fire in him and if the Japanese people could attack without provocation or warning THEN…

Then a warm, trembling hand found his, and latched on. Looking, he saw his Amber clinging to him, obviously having heard the news herself. Alistar wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulder and escorted her home, neither of them saying much.

Most of the afternoon they spent clutching and holding onto one another, both seeing the impending onslaught of a world that was changing before them, neither brave enough to talk of it.

Alistar spit over the rail of the porch and poured another whiskey.

14 January 1940, it was a bitter cold winter morning. There was a knock at the door and Amber quickly scurried to open it. A few minutes later, she was still standing on the porch, the cold forgotten as she re-read the telegram with trembling hands. She took a deep and steadying breath as she slowly turned and stared at the door with dread, her dark eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Dear mister Daniels

We regret to inform you of your mother’s passing stop Our sincerest condolences stop

Mercy Hospital

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Amber absently ran her fingers through her shimmering red mass of hair as she painstakingly slow made her way through the door. The weight of the world rested on her shoulders as she walked through the living room in a daze. She was the bearer of the worst possible news and she had no idea how she was going to tell him … she couldn’t.

Alistar was in the kitchen busy making coffee, whistling to himself. Amber stood staring at him for the longest moment, not wanting to disturb him just yet. Her skin seemed unnaturally pale and her eyes had a haunted quality to them. As if he could sense her, he stopped mid stride … his emerald green eyes found her.

Alistar froze and stood staring at her for the longest moment … he could see it in her eyes … he could sense it in the silence.

She watched as the man she loved crumpled in pain. He slumped against the kitchen cupboard and buried his face in his hands as his shoulders shook. Amber felt as if someone had ripped her heart from her chest. With a strangled sob, she ran to where he was standing and wrapped her arms tightly around him. She vehemently wished she could take his pain away … shield him from the hurt in some way.

“I am so sorry,” she whispered over and over, as tears ran down her cheeks. It was the first time she had ever seen him cry … and it broke her heart. She had no idea how long they stood there … how long the storm had raged inside of Alistar. He finally sank down in a chair and Amber sat at his feet, her head on his lap as she gently ran her fingertips up and down his leg, trying to soothe his pain. Alistar ran his fingers through her hair, his mind desperately trying to keep itself busy.

She finally leaned back and looked up into his tortured eyes. “Your mom will not be forgotten honey, she was a great woman … and her legacy will live on,” Amber said softly as she squeezed his hand, trying to give him the strength he so desperately needed. A sob echoed from Alistar’s chest as he nodded his head, his words failing him … the bereft expression on his face was more than she could bear.

Amber pushed herself up from the floor and sat on his lap, cradling him against her … holding him so tight. She pressed a soft kiss to his temple and then pressed her cheek to his, slowly rocking them backwards and forwards.

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Amber brushed a tear from her cheek. The memory was so crisp as if it had happened yesterday. She wrapped her arms around herself as she sat against the Willow tree … her eyes finding the neatly tended grave of Elizabeth Anne Daniels.

“We miss you Mom,” she whispered to the wind as she blew a kiss to the horizon, before she took another sip of her whiskey.

December 31, 1936

Tonight was the night. It wasn’t the first official date with Amber, but it was going to be the first time he took her to a restaurant. And it would not have plastic table cloths but linen.

Alistar paced the day away much like a cat in a cage, his mother checking on him in amusement every now and then. His mother chipped in on the night, in her own way. She had talked her boss over at the Hotel into sending a carriage out to pick Alistar and then Amber up.

Alistar had bought a corsage for Amber which was made from a red rose with angel’s breath, or what ever those white beaded things were: Alistar couldn’t remember. Dinner was paid for in advance, his entire savings from working odd jobs after his normal job let out. It had been back breaking work on occasion and more often than not Alistar didn’t come home until long after dark.

The night was magical, the carriage ride, Amber’s hand in his; Amber’s excited shriek when she saw the carriage. A dinner cooked perfectly, food that Alistar couldn’t pronounce, but its taste with out compare.

But it was at 11:58 when the emcee stopped the dance and was talking about the year in review that Alistar’s heart started beating rapidly. And then with out warning it seemed, the countdown started.

10

Alistar turned toward Amber

9

She turned to him

8

Their eyes met. Alistar could see her love for him as though she were wearing a sign, and his heart sang out.

7

He reached for and took her left hand, into his right hand

6

His left hand took her right hand, his palms sweating profusely

5

“Amber, I,,”

4

“love you”

3

“more than life.”

2

Tears began welling in Amber’s eyes

1

They leaned in toward each other, some great gravitational force pulling their lips toward each other.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR”

Their lips touched for the first time. An electrical shock surprised Alistar momentarily, Amber pulled a hand free and wrapped it around the scruff of his neck, pulling him back in.

Their lips touched again, hesitantly, cautiously, and yet eagerly, Amber’s tongue brushed against Alistar’s pursed lips, gently prying them open. As his mouth opened, Amber’s tongue slipped into his mouth and lightly slid along his tongue.



Clearing his throat at the memory, Alistar smiled and muttered to himself, “Still the best money I ever spent.”

Amber lifted a red rose from the grass, idly twirling it between her fingers. A beautiful smile graced her lips as she stared at it, slowly bringing it up to rest against her cheek as she closed her eyes, inhaling the wonderful fragrance.

She opened her dark eyes to stare into the distance as she took a sip of whiskey, feeling the golden liquid burn down her throat. “A single red rose …” she murmured softly …


17 August 1938, Amber stood with her hands on her hips staring daggers into the back of Alistar. He was being anal about everything today and was seemingly doing so with a grin on his face, which shortened the fuse on her temper considerably.

It was a blistering hot day with the sun beating down on them mercilessly. They were busy painting the shed outside in the yard and Alistar was all around her like a bee around a honeycomb, touching up everything that she did and making little comments while he grinned at her response. As infuriating as it was, she could not help but smile at the disarming grin that lingered on his lips. He knew, full well she could not stay angry at him … however hard he seemed to try today.

“No, no see, you’re doing it wrong again,” he said as he moved in behind her, his left hand gently resting on her thigh as he leaned against her, his right hand snaking over her shoulder to dab at the corner she had just painted. She didn’t need to look to know that he was grinning from ear to ear … and the blush that crept up on her cheeks automatically made her smile as she lowered her brush, unable to think. She could feel the heat from his body … his hand on her thigh sending electric bolts through her body.

She artfully ducked and stepped away from him standing with her arms crossed, eyeing him with mock indignation. “I tell you what, why don’t you paint and I’ll supervise,” she said. Alistar turned to gaze at her with those smouldering green eyes of his, a smile tugging at his lips as a light of tenderness touched his eyes.

“I tell you what,” he countered as he leaned in and plonked a soft kiss on her forehead. “Why don’t you pour us something to drink, and I’ll quickly finish up here,” he said. Amber raised an eyebrow and turned, mumbling under her breath as she made her way across the yard and through the backdoor.

She stepped inside, a welcome reprieve from the merciless sun and walked to the fridge. A little table stood in front of it and Amber was just about to start mumbling about ‘people’ not putting things where they should be … when she noticed a single blood red rose on the table. She stopped as a smile spread across her lips. She slowly took the last step and raised the rose between her fingers, wanting to inhale the fragrance of it … when she noticed a ribbon tied around it.

Lifting it in front of her, a ring fell from between the leaves … to dangle before her eyes …

She instantly froze, her eyes tearing up as she placed her hand across her mouth to stifle the surprised gasp that hissed across her lips. She moaned softly as she tried to blink the tears away, her heart fluttering excitedly in her chest. She turned … to find Alistar bent upon one knee in front of her … Amber groaned as she pressed the rose to her chest. She bit her bottom lip and tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked down into the beautiful green eyes of the man she loved with all her heart.

“Amber …” he said in a choked up voice. “Will you marry me?”

She shook her head, her voice completely lost in the overwhelming emotions that crashed into her mind. Not knowing what to do, she knelt down in front of him and nodded violently, her red hair cascading around her shoulders. “Yes …” the single word finally dropped from her lips before she slowly snaked her hands around his neck. “Yes!” she nearly screamed.

Alistar rewarded her with a beautiful smile, tears shimmering in his own eyes as he crushed her to his chest, his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss. She had no idea how long they held each other, their bodies melding into each other as their lips moved hungrily. She finally pulled back, her dark eyes melting into his as tears clung to her lashes. She just shook her head as melodic laughter echoed from the walls of the little kitchen.

“You know … you have not stopped grinning the whole day,” she said teasingly. She could not stop smiling, nor could she stop the tears that seemed to rejoice at their happiness.

“Well … I had the best reason in the world to grin,” he simply said as he tenderly smoothed a wayward hair form her brow before claiming her lips again in a searing kiss.

June 6, 1944

Alistar beamed with pride, the newly pinned on double chevron on his collar, Corporal Daniels. Alistar laughed to himself and thought he liked the title. Sergeant Daniels would sound better, but hey, all in good time he thought.

Alistar sat in a Higgin’s Boat with 35 other members of the 1st Infantry Division, The Big Red One. They were in the second wave landing at Omaha Beach, and a mixture of fear and anticipation was palpable in the boat.

Alistar had ten men in his rifle squad including himself and they would be the third squad to leave the boat. Seemingly forever passed before the ramp lowered and the rush from the boat began. Alistar barked out, “Stand” and waited as the firs squad left the boat and the second began moving forward.

“Forward MARCH! On the DOUBLE TIME!!!” Alistar shouted and his squad began running toward the front of the boat, Alistar hot on their heels.

The world roared and turned a putrid shade of pink as his squad got to the front of the boat. His ears ringing, his eyes blinked rapidly trying to clear themselves, blood and flesh finally batted clear.

Alistar stood a moment taking in the scene in front of him, most of his squad dead, the ramp of the boat splintered like a pine tree shot with a shot gun. A mortar round had exploded mere feet in front of him, and for the first time in his life Alistar knew terror. Before he realized it, Alistar’s bowels and kidneys emptied themselves into his pants.

The oddly beautiful sound of a bullet ricocheting off of the boat brought Alistar back to his senses, and with a forlorn “Oh Amber” muttered to himself, Alistar jumped into the Atlantic Ocean, making his way to the beach.



The vividness of the memory never failed to shock and scare Alistar, and it did so this time. Not for the first did he rub the scar on his hip, a permanent reminder of the Higgin’s Boat fragment that sliced him open.

With the red rose still pressed to her chest, Amber took another sip of the whiskey ... remembering the odd nightmares she used to have. A wan smile touched her lips as her eyes darkened ...


26 March 1942, Amber woke in a cold sweat, tears running down her cheeks. It was the same nightmare again. Something had happened to Alistar and she was left alone. She stared at the ceiling, trying to calm her breathing before she turned to find him fast asleep next to her.

She propped her head on an elbow, her hair falling around her shoulders as she stared at him. The full moon streamed through the window, bathing his features in its silvery blue light. Her dark eyes roamed across him, caressing every line on his face, the crease along his nose, his eyes … drinking in the sight of him.

Closing her eyes for a moment … the memory of the nightmare washed over her with renewed intensity. She could not shake the desolate feeling it left in her heart nor could she imagine a world without Alistar. He was her life, her joy … her sadness, her best friend … her husband … and her lover. The world was spiralling out of control around them, plunging into the heart of war and all the terror and fear that came with it. Everything that was precious in this world lay next to her on the bed … and at that moment in time, Amber was petrified of losing him.

She brushed a wayward hair from his brow with shaking hands, her tears echoing through the room. Alistar’s eyes fluttered open and she could see the panic in his eyes at his wife’s tears. “Amber, what’s wrong baby?” he asked softly as he let his fingers gently trail through her hair before cupping her cheek.

She placed her head on his shoulder and felt his arms close around her as he pulled her into a tight embrace. “Promise me, we’ll always be together,” she said in a shaky voice. “Promise me you’ll never leave me … promise me you’ll love me forever,” she said, as tears poured down her cheeks. She was scared for both of them … afraid of what would become of the place they called home. “Promise me that we’ll grow old together … so that I can tease you about your walker one day,” she said with an odd little laugh lilting from her lips. Alistar laughed as he turned her to look at him, placing a soft kiss on her brow.

“I promise,” he said, before claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. Amber moved her lips across his with urgency and hunger smouldering in her touch. They made sweet love, until they collapsed next to each other … sated and satisfied. She watched as Alistar drifted back to sleep, idly tracing a fingertip along his chest before whispering,

“I’ll hold you to that.”

March 27, 1942

It was a warm sunny day, and Alistar was coming home from work. The day had been good; the Hot Springs National Park made it another day. Alistar worked as a maintenance worker for the park, his mother having helped him get the job almost fourteen years ago.

He was whistling to himself, some ditty that he either remembered or made up along the way and turned onto the gravel track that made the driveway to their house. The sight before him, made Alistar break into a run . Amber was on the porch, tears streaming down her face holding some piece of paper in her shaking hands.

“What is it?” Alistar asked as he wrapped his arms around Amber. Shaking, she handed Alistar the letter.

Alistar began reading the letter and could not focus on it, the highlights jumping out at him: Selective Service System… Order to report… The President of the United States… You are ordered to report...April 3rd 1942…..

Alistar dropped the letter and led Amber inside, guiding her to the parlor and sat next to her on the couch. “I promise” popped into his mind as Amber sobbed onto his shoulder. “It will be okay Amber, maybe I won’t go.” Alistar said.

The week had been a blur right up to Thursday. Amber had finally made peace with the fact he was leaving and seemed to be uin much more control of herself than she had previously.

He had taken the day off of work, and was piddling around the house most of the morning when Amber convinced him to go to his mother’s grave site and spend sometime saying good bye to her. Carrying a pitcher of sweet tea and a couple of sandwiches, Alistar sat next to his mother’s grave and spent a good portion of the afternoon laughing, weeping and remembering her, at long last, years after her funeral letting her go.

Walking back into the house near 5:00 Alistar didn’t see Amber and called out “Hello?” Then he heard the sound of the bed springs creaking and Amber’s laughter floating through the air. A flash of angry jealousy took over him, and Alistar ran upstairs bursting into the bedroom.

Amber was jumping up and down on the bed in a red and black corset with matching panties and a pair of black thigh high stockings, held up by a red garter. “Surprise Honey, “Amber said as she got off of the bed and walked up to Alistar. Her lips found his, and her tongue rammed itself into his mouth with an urgency Alistar could not recall Amber having before.

Amber’s hands roamed to his chest and pulled hard at his shirt, buttons popping off, one after another until they were all gone. Amber yanked his shirt off of his shoulders, to his wrists and began kissing her way to his chest.

First his right nipple and then the left, Amber took them into her mouth her tongue washing them, titillating them. On release Amber blew and Alistar shuddered, as Amber kissed her way down to his belt, kneeling in the process. Three quick firm yanks, belt, buttons and top and Alistar’s pants wound up on the floor around his ankles. His hard cock created a point in his boxers.

Gently Amber pulled his boxer’s down to his ankles and then took his cock into her mouth. Alistar almost lost it then and there, it was the first time she had done that. They talked about it once, but they both laughed it off and dropped the subject.

Now here she was, on her knees, her tongue pressing into the slit of his cock while she slurped her way around his manhood. Alistar’s excitement was so high that when Amber reached up and cupped his balls, he did lose it.

His cum shot out of his penis like an automatic rifle, and Amber took it all into her mouth, swallowing it, Standing up, Amber wrapped one hand around his cock and the other wrapped around his back grasping his ass cheek and pulled him in close, “You will never forget tonight, soldier man.” Amber whispered into Alistar’s mouth as she kissed him.



Alistar gently rubbed and then patted his semi-flaccid cock and looked out at the willow, smiling when he saw her hair fluttering in the wind.

A solitary tear made its slow and meandering way down Amber’s cheek as she closed her eyes tightly. The bittersweet memory of love transcending all time … playing across her mind.

“I love you,” she whispered softly, as she opened her dark eyes … staring at the porch.


14 December 1938, Amber’s chest was heaving, her breath escaping her lips in short gasps as she stared at Alistar. He kept her dark eyes captive with the incredible fire that kindled in his eyes, the hunger that glinted there … the tenderness that melted her heart …

He was unbuttoning her shirt with trembling fingers, moving so softly … so slowly, as if she was made of precious porcelain. She felt his hand slide along her skin … tentatively … before he cupped her breast. Amber closed her eyes as a soft moan escaped her lips. She had never been this close to a man in her life … it was exciting … and scary … and so, so bittersweet.

Amber lifted her hands, mirroring his actions. She let her fingers unbutton his shirt, little hints of his chest showing through the gap in the material as she nervously bit her bottom lip. She slowly let her fingers splay across his chest … her touch hesitant and light. Her dark eyes were riveted on his, watching every expression … closely … he seemed to enjoy it.

Alistar undid the rest of her clothing letting it slide along her legs to pool around her feet. He slowly let his eyes meander down the length of her body … the look of appraisal that lingered in his eyes was nearly Amber’s undoing. She blushed furiously … feeling self-conscious and beautiful all at the same time.

He quickly discarded the rest of his clothes before he took a small step closer to her, letting his hands gently slide up along her legs … smoothing across her hips before plunging behind her to pull her closely to him. His hands made their way into her hair as his lips claimed hers in an earth-shattering kiss. Amber could feel his body’s need pushing against her, trapped in the confines of their bodies. He gently lifted Amber in his arms and walked to the bed, setting her down on the soft covers. He stood next to her, letting his eyes roam across her body one more time … giving her a full view of his engorged manhood.

She blushed as a nervous little smile tugged at her lips. Alistar levelled an intense gaze on her before lowering himself on the bed next to her, his head propped on his hand as the other traced along her body, his eyes caressing her with every glance … every touch. Amber lifted her hand to trail along his temple before she pushed her fingertips through his raven hair. They had all the time in the world, to explore one another … to enjoy the pleasures of being touched for the very first time.

She watched in slow motion as Alistar worshipped her body … every nerve ending in her being tingling as his eyes caressed her. He laid down next to her, gathering her in his arms as his lips crushed to hers one more time in a lingering kiss … their bodies moving against each other … skin on skin … hands everywhere … slowly stoking the flames of passion to a dizzying height.

He turned Amber onto her back, parting her legs as his fingers explored the most intimate part of her. Amber threw her head back … gasping … as her body arched beneath his touch … his lips never leaving hers. She tentatively let her hands explore his body, her fingertips finding his proud manhood. She could feel his body stiffen against her touch as her trembling fingers smoothed across him … wrenching a gasp from his lips. Amber smiled in wonder, amazed at his body’s reaction to her.

Alistar pulled his lips from hers, his green eyes smouldering with need as he positioned himself at the entrance to her warm and aching sex. His hands were entwined with hers on either side of her head. “This will hurt,” he said as a light of fear shimmered in his eyes … fear at the thought of causing her any pain. Amber’s dark windows to her soul melted into his like sweet chocolate. “I know,” she said as she stared up into his eyes … commending the moment to memory.

He crushed his lips to hers as he plunged into her tight and slick velvet darkness. Amber’s body stiffened beneath him as he swallowed her scream.

Holding absolutely still, Alistar softened the kiss … their lips dancing across each other … softly … tenderly … for the longest time before he lifted his head … his jade eyes searching her features. Amber opened her magnificent dark eyes … passion swirling in them … glistening with tears as a soft smile spread across her features.

“I love you,” she whispered softly.

Alistar groaned in response. His lips gently descended on hers as he slowly started moving inside her. Their bodies rejoiced in the ancient experience of innocent love. Shuddering bolts of electricity shot through Amber’s being as their bodies became one. Their hearts thrummed in unison to the beat of a forbidden drum … passion … lust … and blistering love that would transcend all of time.

As they reached the height of ecstasy they both cried out and plummeted into the welcome arms of sweet … sweet release.

May 1938

Alistar had taken the day off of work. Amber was graduating high school today and he wasn't going to miss it for the world. Alistar knew that he would never graduate, he had dropped out of school after the sixth grade and had worked pretty much ever day since. She had done, and Alistar was proud of her and happy for her.

He still knew that she was the one, she would someday be his bride and her father had finally relented, and recognized that his arguments were actually pushing her closer and closer to Alistar.

As she walked across the stage, Alistar jumped up and cheered for her. For himself. And for the life they would someday have together.



Alistar looked across the way at the willow tree. The wind had died done some and he couldn't see her dress or hair at the moment. Standing up Alistar went into the house and cut off a thick slice of bologna and grabbed a couple pieces of Wonder Bread and made himself a sandwich. Grabbing a beer, Alistar walked back to the porch ate drank, and then lit a cigarette.

The horizon was beckoning as Amber's eyes found their way there. A sad light filled her eyes as she stared out into it, the silhouette of a boat dancing where the water and the sky met.

"Take care honey," she whispered in an anguished voice, as a painful memory flitted through her mind ...

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3 April 1942, They were up early that morning. Alistar had packed the night before and he was milling around the house checking everything twice … three-times over. Amber absently kept herself busy with the most mundane things she could find. She wrote a letter to her friend, re-organised her cupboard … tidied the kitchen … anything to keep her mind off of the fact that he was leaving in four hour’s time.

They ran into each other in the hallway … Amber halted as tears threatened to streak down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. She could not let go. Alistar nearly crushed her to his chest as his lips claimed hers in an almost possessive kiss. He led his wife to the bedroom where they made love … the needy, gropy kind … Amber soaked up the touch of his hands, the feel of his body against her … the sensation of having him buried deep inside her. She wanted to carry him with her … remember him exactly like this.

Four hours later, Amber was standing outside the boarding gate … watching as he walked down the walkway, a long line of soldiers snaking towards the boat … being sent off to the war. There were throngs of wives and girlfriends and family waving goodbye to their loved ones. Amber got lost in the crowd but whenever Alistar turned to find her, she would jump as high as she could and wave wildly. She kept a smile on her face, praying that he was too far away to see the tears streaming down her cheeks.

She stood there for another two hours, watching as the boat finally took to the water. She felt as if her heart would break. Everything she loved was on that boat … and heading off into the worst possible danger. She thought she saw him one last time and waved again before she watched the boat disappear on the horizon. Amber stared at the horizon, bereft of all emotion as she felt a small part of her die.

She slowly walked home, feeling as if she had left a part of her on that pier. She pushed the front door open and stood in the doorway letting her eyes drift through the familiar setting … that felt so empty … so utterly alone. She could still see him walking around in the bedroom … making tea in the kitchen … lounging in his favourite chair in the living room. She could hear him, taste him … smell him … everywhere!

Sobs tore from Amber’s chest as tears streamed down her cheeks. She did not need to pretend anymore and she could feel her heart shatter into a million little pieces in her chest … scattering around her into shimmering pieces that turned into tears … a veritable river that kept flowing from her eyes.

She blindly walked to the bedroom and threw herself down on the bed, hugging his pillow … his scent filling her mind.

“Oh honey, please take care,” she whispered. “I can’t do this without you …”

She cried until she couldn’t cry anymore. Fear clutching at her heart as she vehemently prayed to every god and deity she could think of for his safe return. She finally fell asleep as the sun disappeared on the horizon … clutching the pillow to her chest until her knuckles went white …

… Alistar’s name on her lips.

26 March 1939; Amber felt drained. She opened her eyes staring at the ceiling as a soft frown swept across her brow. She was two months pregnant … she smiled at the thought. It was a miracle … a wonderful gift that God had blessed them with. Amber turned slightly as her eyes found Alistar. He was still asleep. A soft tenderness washed over her features as she ran her fingers across his cheek.

The Doctor said that she needed to be mindful of her body and listen to what it was telling her … today felt different. She had no energy whatsoever … it felt as if she could stay in bed the whole day.

Amber uncomfortably pushed herself up from the bed and leaned against the headboard as she looked down at her tummy … as if she could see the baby. She smoothed her fingers … very tenderly … across her abdomen as she quirked an eyebrow. What is wrong? She asked the little person that was growing inside her.

Amber swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself up. A cry of pain erupted from her lips as she clutched the side table for support. A stab of excruciating pain jolted through her body as a rapidly growing crimson puddle formed between her legs. The colour drained from her features as sobs tore from her chest.

“No … No No … NO,” Amber screamed as she ran to the bathroom.

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Amber lay on the bed, curled into a bundle … her head on Alistar’s lap as tears ran down her cheeks. She was inconsolable … Alistar watched helplessly, his fingers trailing through her shimmering hair trying to soothe her pain, trying to hide the pain in his own eyes as tears welled in their emerald depths.

“I’m so sorry …” Amber murmured through her sobs. “I was not … strong enough … to keep our baby safe,” she sobbed as her shoulders shook, her voice sounding broken. A cry erupted from Alistar as he gathered his wife in his arms, wrapping his arms around her … holding her tightly against him as he gently rocked her.

He buried his face in her hair as he cried … Amber trembling against him.

“Honey, it wasn’t the right time for one of His Angels to come down yet,” he said softly.


Amber wrapped her arms around herself as she pulled her knees up against her body. The memory still hurt ... unbearably.

She absently raised the tumbler of whiskey to her lips, taking a big gulp ... feeling the warmth burn down her throat.

Alistar stood and took the plate back into the kitchen and rinsed it off in the sink, laying it aside to wash later on. Leaving the kitchen, Alistar hung a left at the second door and stepped into the gallery. On each of the four walls were pictures of Amber and Little Alistar.

4 July 1952

Alistar was out and about with his camera taking photos of picnickers on the 4th of July. There was to be a fireworks display that evening and Alistar had every intention of going, rumor had it, that there was more money being spent on the fireworks tonight than there had been when Japan finally surrendered in World War 2.

Changing lenses to a telephoto Alistar swept the park again and shot photos of families dining on table cloths, people playing catch and then Amber. Alistar's breath caught in his throat when he saw her. Same as it always did.

Then his heart started beating faster and before he knew it, Alistar had shot most of a roll of film, all of Amber. Changing rolls quickly Alistar brought the camera back up, but didn't see Amber immediately.

Widening the focus as much as possible he found her playing with little Alistar. Tears welled up in his eyes as his finger pressed on the actuator for the camera. Picture after picture, Alistar shot of the two of them. He was always amazed at how much the boy looked like his mother and not his father. "Lucky little bastard." Alistar muttered.

Alistar spent the rest of the day following the other two and shot several rolls of film. After the fireworks that he barely saw, Alistar raced home and locked himself in the darkroom oblivious to the sounds around him and began developing several of the negatives.

It was a profession he could thank the Army for. After Omaha Beach and the wound he had taken to his hip, he went from infantry to a photographer for the Stars and Stripes Newspaper. He learned to shoot, develop and publish his photos, and if he was proud of anything it was his ability as a photographer.

Finally he found the perfect shot. Amber and little Alistar were walking hand in hand, smiling the sun in their faces, and the two of them glowed like angels. Alistar blew it up to an 8x10 and while waiting for it to develop and dry, wondered where he could leave it for her.

It came to him as he sat in the rocker smoking a cigarette looking at the willow tree. He'd put it on her desk at work and let her find it there. Checking his watch he knew that there were a couple of hours until the office staff showed up, but the janitor's should be there.

Grabbing the photo Alistar took off to where Amber worked and got the attention of the janitor and after $5.00 and some whiskey, Alistar was let in. He put the photo in the middle of her desk a note attached that simply read 'A'.


Alistar turned and walked back out of the house and sat in his rocking chair, pulled out a smoke and another shot of whiskey. Eying the Wilow Alistar drained the whiskey and lit the cigarette, smiling at the memory.

Amber opened her wallet. Alistar Junior’s smiling face greeted her. He was 19 years old this year and she still could not believe how quickly time had flown. It felt just like the other day, she held him in her arms for the first time …


17 October 1947; Word was sent, and the midwife arrived shortly after Amber had gone into labour. It was going to be a long night as she lay on the bed, covered in towels … the elderly woman talking to her in a soothing voice, giving her directions on what to do next. Amber had kept her breathing shallow and was timing the contractions to keep track of progress.

As the sun rose on the horizon, Amber screamed in agony. Sweat was glistening on her skin, her hair sticking to her face as the elderly lady wiped across her brow with a cold wet cloth. Amber was past the point of caring about her modesty, she was in pain and she wanted the baby out. She never used any profanities in her life, but as the contractions grew in intensity some rather colourful words made it past her lips … surprising even Amber.

“The baby is in position, honey. It is time to push,” the midwife announced as she took up her position next to Amber, holding her hand. “Take a deep breath and push as hard as you can every time a contraction comes,” she said in a calm and soothing voice. The woman was annoying her at this stage. Amber was anything but calm and collected. She howled out her pain as she pushed for all she was worth.

The cries of a brand new life, greeted the morning two hours later. An exhausted Amber lay on the pillows, her eyes closed as she fought to catch her breath. Her eyes filled with tears as the midwife placed her son in her arms …

“Hello there,” Amber cooed as she let her fingertips trail across every inch of him, staring in amazement. She counted his fingers and toes … there were ten of each … perfect! Everything faded into the background as his little face became emblazoned in her mind and in her life. She cradled him in her arms … her little miracle. Pressing her lips together, Amber tried to stifle the sob of anguish that lay there. This was a joyous day … and yet she felt so lost inside.

“Alistar … your name is Alistar,” she whispered to the little boy in a choked voice. He was looking at his mother with big eyes, his little hand wrapping around her finger as if he somehow knew the gravity of the name he would bare.

((OOC: Thank you Yeishia for the input - I appreciate it ))

December 1944

Alistar no longer knew the date. He could barely remember the year and then only because of the incredible stiffness that was his hip. Ever since the injury on D-Day, Alistar had been working as a photographer for the Stars and Stripes Newspaper and was expected to deliver photo's daily.

For the last few days he had spent more running for his life more than taking photos. Alistar knew he had a winner of a shot on one of the rolls he was carrying.

He heard voices and started crawling toward them. To his horror, he almost crawled into a Nazi foxhole. There was one guy in the hole but where was the other?

Slowly backing up while crawling, his feet hit a leg and Alistar heard something that sounded suspiciously like, "What do I find here?"

Alistar rolled over slowly and found himself staring up the wrong end of a rifle, a Nazi soldier standing above him who couldn't have been much older than 17 or so. Slapping the muzzle of the rifle aside, Alistar kicked out landing squarely on the other man's knee cap.


Alistar blinked back the tears that formed in his eyes at what he could remember. All these years later, Alistar still could not remember what happened next. He assumed he killed one or both of the young Germans, but he didn't know.

Draining, his glass of the whiskey, Alistar re-filled it and drained it again.