Thread: Asking for Directions {darkangel76 & Alan23}

The walk seemed endless as Andie made her way to over to where she was certain Charles would be held captive in his new 'home'. But as she approached, she noticed that he was not in his 'cage', but out in the open. Narrowing her dark eyes slightly, she could see that he'd just finished... showering. A small gasp rolled off her lips when the moment of realization struck her, however, she'd begun the procession and could not turn back now. Besides, she'd not only made the promise of making an appearance at around each meal time every day, but she had her duty as a result of her position in this entourage as they headed toward New Orleans. Biting down on her lower lip, Andie could feel her heart begin to pound, her breath begin to quicken as Charles' bared flesh came into view. It was scandalous that he donned practically... nothing! How in Providence could the man remain so calm? Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him standing at attention just as the other soldiers were. Only, he was no soldier. She hardly knew what to make of him at all as he stood there. When Andie finally approached them all, she felt her mouth suddenly go dry. In a vain attempt to moisten her reddened lips, she licked at her lips, her pink tongue darting out ever so slightly and as discreetly as she was able. Clearing her throat, she heaved a sigh and shifted her stance. Suddenly, it was feeling much warmer and more uncomfortable than it had moments ago. Slowly, she dared to take a few more steps, her confining clothes rubbing against her tiny body in ways that made her face almost start to contort, though she did her best to stifle such expressions. Andie politely curtsied for the officers, Good morning, gentlemen, she said. Her dark eyes then turned toward Charles', however, the moment she did, she couldn't help but swallow. It was hard not to look away from his eyes, his bared chest daring and beckoning her to look lower. Blinking rapidly and sucking in a sharp breath, she curtsied once again, Mr. McAuley. Andie closed her eyes, clamping them shut as she lowered herself in another curtsy. Parting her lips, she let out a slow yet forced exhale. Upon rising, she found Charles' eyes once again, doing her best to muster up her resolve. I trust your night in the wilds of this land were to your liking? Andie then asked addressing Charles. Her own night had been horrible and she was still suffering from both lack of sleep and the annoyance of lacking both creature comforts and assistance when it came to several everyday things. Waiting for a reply from Charles, Andie took another step, her clothes rubbing causing an itch along her ribs. Discreetly, she brought her elbows close to her body and tried to scratch the irritated area by rubbing an elbow along the rib, but it only served to worsen things. As she tried to alleviate the irritation, she suddenly felt her corset move causing her eyes to widen, her breath to catch as she gasped. In her sudden embarrassment of the moment, in her sudden fear, her eyes flicked of their own accord from his eyes to his chest. Gasping louder, she immediately looked back up to his eyes, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. If she could run away right then, she would have. Curse Helen for not being present right then and there! The woman should have come along! Had she been there the corset would not have irritated her thus she wouldn't have needed to scratch it, which caused it to move! The sudden movement was what caused her eyes to stray... it had nothing to do with interest or curiosity... nothing at all! She was the president's daughter, ambassador of hope, intended to Harry Smythe!