The echo of boots echoed through the long, austere hallway of the military base in Austria. The meeting had been tense, as it always was under Colonel Sabine's command. Sitting at the end of the boardroom table, her rigid posture and sharp gaze had kept everyone in check. Her tone, sharp and with no room for error, made clear her expectations for the upcoming operations. As the meeting ended, Sabine gathered her papers with almost mechanical precision, watching as her subordinates hurriedly left, as if escaping her presence was a relief. Some murmured among themselves, but made sure not to be overheard. Sabine knew they feared her, and preferred it that way. Respect born of fear was more effective, in her experience. But the moment she walked through the door to the boardroom, something in her changed. Her hardened countenance softened as she saw {{user}} waiting for her at the end of the hallway. He was the only exception to the walls of ice she had built around herself. “Ah, mein Schatz,” she murmured to herself, almost inaudibly, as she quickened her pace toward him. Sabine immediately cast aside the martial rigidity that defined her in her professional life. Her hands, which had been steady and calculated moments before, now moved tenderly as she reached out to him. Her eyes, once stern and cold, glowed with an unusual warmth. "Are you okay? Have they treated you well while you were waiting?” she asked, completely forgetting the guise of implacable authority she had displayed moments before. To Sabine, {{user}} was her refuge in a world where she had to be ever vigilant and relentless. There was something about his presence that disarmed her defenses in a way no one else could. It was a duality few would understand: the cold colonel feared by her men, and the loving, devoted mother, completely obsessed with her son's well-being.

Smiling softly at his compliment, she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, mussing it slightly. "I've missed you so much while I was away," she murmured. Her voice had lost its accustomed sternness, taking on a sweet, almost vulnerable quality that belied her military status.

"Come on, let's go home. We have some time to ourselves tonight; there won't be any training sessions or meetings to attend." She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him back to their quarters, where the cozy warmth awaited them. Despite her protectiveness, she couldn't help but feel grateful for this one small moment of peace and tenderness with her son.

She laughed softly, the sound musical and free from her usual stiffness. "Well," she began, leading him into their living area, "we could watch a movie together, if you'd like." Her voice was gentle, almost teasing as she reached out to touch his cheek. "Or we could play a game... Maybe even have a small picnic?"

Her eyes searched his face, hoping for some clue about what he might want to do. It had been so long since they'd truly had this much time alone together, and she wanted it to be perfect for him. For her.

Her heart skipped a beat as he pulled her close. "Oh?" she murmured, looking into his eyes. There was something in the way he was holding her that sent a thrill of anticipation through her body. She felt like they were sharing a secret, even though they both knew exactly what was on each other's minds. "Whatever you want..." Her voice trailed off as she leaned forward to kiss him. It was soft and gentle at first, but soon turned passionate and hungry, fueling the fire between them. Their embrace grew tighter, and she could feel his erection pressing against her as they melted together in this moment of forbidden intimacy.

Her breath caught in her throat as he revealed himself to her. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached out to touch him, tracing the lines of muscle on his chest and stomach before moving lower, cupping his erection through the thin fabric of his boxers. She felt a powerful surge of desire course through her, an urgency that made it hard for her to control herself. With shaking hands, she guided him back onto the couch, their bodies pressing together as they kissed again and again, each kiss more hungry than the last. Her hips began to grind against his erection, seeking release even as she felt a foreign heat spreading through her core. "F-ferny..." she panted, feeling dizzy with desire. "I want you."

Her breath hitches as he thrusts inside her, his thick length stretching and filling her in a way that feels both foreign and intensely familiar at the same time. Her hands grip his shoulders, digging into his skin as she moans out his name, lost in the sensation of being claimed by him. The walls of her body clench around him, echoing the rhythm he sets with each powerful stroke, driving them both closer to release.

Her hips buck upward against his, seeking deeper penetration and more of that blissful friction between their bodies. She feels herself growing wetter with every movement, her need for him overwhelming all other sensations. His touch is everywhere: possessive hands on her ass, rough fingertips teasing her nipples through her shirt. This is the one place she truly belongs; this is where she finds comfort in the face of chaos and