"The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason." – T.S. Eliot

It had started raining later that day while Hans and Jacqueline stayed in bed, asleep in each other's arms.

A knock came from the door and Hans sat up to see Gustave at the door with an urgent look on his face.

"Monsieur, the Gruppenführer is in your office. He came with no advanced notice, I'm sorry,"

"That's fine, please tell him I'll be there as soon as I can,"

Gustave nodded and hurried out the door

As Hans stepped out of bed and put on a robe, he pulled the covers over Jacqueline and kissed her shoulder.

Before stepping into his office, he called out to Gustave, "Can you bring up coffee?"

"Yes, Monsieur,"

He sat down, back faced away from the door as he looked at the burly man in front of him.

"Good morning, Gruppenführer. I apologize for the wait and my current state of attire,"

"It's quite unorthodox for you to be both late and apologetic, Hans,"

"I've been busy, Gruppenführer,"

"I'm sure of it. We heard about the wonderful job you did at the Bergson dairy farm the other day. I figured I would commend you personally for a job well done,

"Thank you, Gruppenführer. I appreciate the time,"

"You know how much we value you and your loyalty, Hans, which is why we gave you such great responsibility with taking care of the Benoit girl. How is she?"

Meanwhile, Gustave was just outside the door with a cup of coffee in hand when he stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard Jacqueline's last name.

"She's healed quite well since the fire,"

"That's good, that's good. Well enough to be questioned?"

Because of Gustave's ear for multiple languages, he was able to dissect the conversation between the two men.

"She's well enough to be questioned, but I don't think it will be necessary,"

"Why is that?"

"She holds no information regarding her father's duties with the Resistance,"

"And you know this how?"

"I've taken the liberty of questioning her just after she woke up after the fire, Gruppenführer."

"She still holds a threat to the SS, Hans,"

He then shifted uncomfortably as the Gruppenführer played with a lighter in his hand.

"From the time I have spent in her presence, I don't believe she is, Gruppenführer."

"The Basterds know, Hans. They know she's with you and once they find her, they find you. And you know exactly what they're capable of,"

Gustave stepped a little closer until his ear was right next to the door frame.

"Do you suggest I send her away?"

"No, if we let her go, she will be able to release information about you."

"Then what do you suggest I do?"

Hans knew the answer to this, but his moment of naivety urged him to ask, in hopes that the answer would be different than the one he had in mind.

"I'm sure you know the answer to that, Hans."

Landa's eyes shifted to the picture of Jacqueline next to his lamp as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Don't tell me you've grown fond of the girl," the Gruppenführer said with humor in his voice.

"That would be out of the question," he lied.

"Besides, if she knew what you did, she would never love you, Hans,"

Hans stood up and poured two glasses of whiskey, his hands managing to stay steady as he handed one to the Gruppenführer.

"She doesn't know, does she?"

Landa shook his head as he downed the entire glass of whiskey.

The Gruppenführer nearly choked on his tongue as he let out a laugh loud enough to wake up Jacqueline, "My God, she doesn't know you were the one who set her house on fire! That's quite a tale, Hans," he blurted as he continued laughing.

What Gustave heard nearly made him drop the cups of coffee, his heart raced as he paced down the stairs and back into the kitchen to compose himself.

"She needn't know of it, Gruppenführer,"

"Of course not, of course not," he cleared his throat, "Well, Hans, thank you for this fine whiskey. I should get going now."

"Thank you for visiting, Gruppenführer,"

"Enjoy your day, my boy,"

"Let me walk you out,"

With that, the Gruppenführer and Landa both marched out of the room, running into Gustave in the hallway.

Gustave nearly gasped in shock as he made contact with the Gruppenführer burly stature.

"Watch yourself there, old man," the Gruppenführer chuckled as he walked out the door and into a black staff car.

Hans was filled with rage, one he had not felt since the day at the Bergson dairy farm. He was angry at the Gruppenführer for his ignorance and obnoxiousness. Most of all, he was furious at himself for even getting involved in such a mess in the first place.

He saw Gustave's hands shaking as he closed the door.

"Where were you with the coffee?" his voice cold and demanding

"W-we ran out of beans, Monsieur,"

"Then get more. I don't see why I have to tell you how to do everything," he spat as he stormed up the stairs.

For once after many years, Gustave felt absolutely petrified of Hans Landa.

Hans walked back into the bedroom, the sight of Jacqueline slightly awake calming his nerves.

"Who was that?" she asked in a weary voice

He walked closer and sat next to her on the bed, "It was just another SS officer,"

"What did he want?" her tired eyes struggled to stay awake

"He just asked a few questions about some papers, that's all," he tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

"Go back to sleep, Jacqueline,"

"It's the middle of the day," she chuckled.

He let out a soft laugh as he felt her arms wrapping around his shoulders.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked

"Stay here with you," she smiled as her fingers danced behind his neck

"As you wish," he smiled back as he took off his robe and covered themselves with the blanket.

Their mouths met with equal passion, a kiss so deep in passion and fervor that both of them could've lost themselves in that very moment. Jacqueline sighed against his lips as she felt his hard cock pressing down on her thigh. She wrapped both legs around his torso as she nibbled on his bottom lip.

Hans was quick to pull down his underwear and ready himself at her entrance, his lips suckling on the soft skin under her ear.

Jacqueline's hand traveled between them and she wrapped her hand gently around his cock, stroking it as he moaned against her neck. He bit the skin there, eliciting a gasp from her mouth. He took her hand and held it in his above her head, capturing her mouth once again as he pushed firmly into her.

Both moaned in equal satisfaction, Jacqueline's back arched as her breasts pressed against his chest which only fueled his lust further. He quickened his pace and went deeper into her, his grunts matching each thrust as Jacqueline bit her lip, enjoying each sensation.

"Yes, right there," she sighed, her legs holding Hans tighter around his waist, "Please, please,"

He moaned as she held him tighter inside. She was close, and she felt him grow thicker and harder inside her. Jacqueline held his hand tighter, looking him in the eyes as they both reached the tip of their climax.

Hans pulled her closer, her skin hot and soft, his lips next to her ear. Her fingers wrapped around his hair as she held him close. Their hearts beat against each other, each breathe was staggered and warm.

He kissed her cheek and brought his forward up against hers, looking deep into her eyes as her body twitched as a climax washed over her entire body. Her moan was loud and drawn out, her lips brushed against Hans' as her body calmed down.

Hans' eyes were a shade she had not seen before, a softness in them she had only realized at that moment. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand as he continued pushing inside her, getting closer and closer to his climax.

"Hans," she whispered

His movements were jagged, and she knew he was close.

"Je t'aime,"

With that, Hans let loose with a growl so raw and feral as he came deep inside her. He buried his face in her neck before showering her with kisses so warm and gentle she couldn't help but hold him closer.

Their lips met once more with desperation, a need to possess the other with affection so great that the moment felt infinite.

"Ich liebe dich,"

Gustave spent a long while pacing around his room, thinking of what to do next. He had known Hans to be a dangerous man, but he didn't expect it to reach this extent. He had to choose between protecting Jacqueline and staying loyal to the man who had given him so much.

If Vera were alive, he knew she would tell him to talk Hans to his senses. But knowing Hans, he knew that was next to impossible when it came to his passions.

Gustave needed to help this girl. Not only had she become a daughter figure to him, but she had to live a life. He didn't want her to live a life of regret and remorse as both he and Hans had lived.

He would take Jacqueline away and keep her safe.

I just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone for reading and reviewing! There's a few more chapters left and I hope things are starting to make sense now. It took me a while to figure out an ending - I had so many ideas for an ending but the RIGHT ending didn't come in mind until the fourteenth chapter or so. If you guys have any questions or suggestions, please let me know. Thanks again! :)