Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

PickleChiffon said Elizabeth felt the warm sensation of a body hovering over her. It took a moment for her mind to process the realisation his mouth was on her body. She suppressed a socked gasp, and continued to lay perfectly still, damming her traitorous body for enjoying the touch of this man, when he had no business being so familiar to her. His hand was warm and rough against her knee, but soft, nearly tentative as it slid up her exposed thigh. Her eyes flashed open as his fingertips brushed against her most sensitive flesh at the juncture of her thighs. She looked at him, her heart racing. Just what do you think you are doing? She asked softly. She looked up at him, tears pricking at her eyes. She knew she was at his mercy, and maybe she even owed him something for looking after her. But she was still a woman, and no man had the right to touch her like this without her permission. A tear rolled down her cheek, as she turned away from his handsome face, she saw the desire in his eyes. It was a talent she had trained herself young to recognize. Shed been given into marriage at a young age, to a man who was wealthy and stationed, but twenty years older than her. Shed been captivated that someone like that was interested in her, only to discover his appetite for young women was not limited to his wife. In fact, he had touched her only the once, to claim the honour he had paid dearly for, to keep up appearances. But his friends, she shuddered, had often looked at her as though she was an object to be lusted after. Elizabeth had been relieved her husband had died before he got it in his head to whore her out. She shivered in the slight breeze, forcing herself to look at the soldier in front of her. Please, she said softly. Not like this, she heard the plea in her own voice as she raised her eyes to his. She had no ability to stop him, her body reacting favourably to him, but she hoped his honour would not allow him to take advantage of her wounded and at his mercy. Click to expand... Slowly he released he nipple from the grip of his lips. It poped out swollen and sensitive. Even slower his hand retraced its steps. Sitting up he looked longingly at her beautiful body. ma'am, its been a long time was all he said then sorry ma'am. He quietly got up and covered her with the cape. We need to be going, he said, as he filled the water jar and canteen and kicked out the fire. He bundled her in the warm blankets against the comming desert chill and mounted his horse. He was about to head for the trail when they both heard the sound of cracking branches and a deep gutteral growl. In the waning light, a 10 foot grizzly charged into their camp, set to make a meal of them. He leveled his rifle and shot. The grizzly paused but kept on comming he shot again, between the eyes, blood spatter everywhere. The bear kept comming. It pulled him from the horse, he was down on his back, the bear poised to tear his head off when a third shot rang out as he shot again through the bears neck into its skull. The bear colapsed on top of him. With great effort he crawled out from benieth it. She could see long bloody scratches on the back of his shoulder. Taking out his knife he cut off several pounds of meat and wrapped it in a peice of the hide. and placed it in the saddle bag. Then he stripped off his sclothes and washed in the creek, and washed the blood from his clothes. It will be alright he said as he stood in front of her and dressed.