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

PickleChiffon said Elizabeth was in pain. The stabbing sharpness that coursed through her side caused her eyes to prick with tears. Frustrated from her lack of control and the helpless state she was in. The wait for the handsome stranger to come back to her seemed an eternity. When he lifted her so gently, shed been fully aware of how his roughened hands smoothed over her soft skin. Her breath caught in a sharp hiss, as his cape tore away from her naked body. The instant temperature change causing her skin to tighten and pucker. As he lay her down, and leaned to cover her, she felt the slightest brush of his hand over her revealed flesh at her side, just under her breast, she tired to see if it had been intentional. But his face was locked in concentration as he tucked her into the litter. Softly, she whispered a thank you, unsure if hed even heard it. The movement of the horse was agony, every jostle she felt in spades as they rode. Her eyes were closed, trying to focus on anything put the pain. She wasnt certain, but thought she likely lost consciousness at least one more time before the movements of the horse finally stopped. The night air was brisk, but she was warm as she watched him stretch out on the ground and close his eyes. In the soft flickering light she could see his features, the flame light licking and dancing on his face. He was handsome, rugged from time spent riding and patrolling. From his uniform, she was certain he was cavalry, but he seemed less like the pompous graduates of WestPoint who were more prim and priss, uneducated in the world and more a heady combination of wild and righteous, a man who had seen things. She took a breath, and instantly regretted it, she blinked several times trying to stave off the wave of blackness she felt clawing at her. She moved her uninjured side carefully, wiggling her hand free, she lay her arm above the furs, resting it across her chest, she closed her eyes of her own free will. That was better . She fell into a sleep, lulled by the sound of her pulsing blood in her ears, hoping that when she opened them this had all been a nightmare. Aside from the stranger, he can stay. Click to expand... He woke at first light, twilight really, and built up the fire. He took a small mess-kit from his saddle and filled the small pot with water, placing it on to boil. Taking his carbine he walked a ways along the creek. Spotting a rabbit, he lined up a shot. there was the crack of the rifle and the rabbit lay dead. He picked it up and returned to camp. Her eyes were open but she looked sleepy. The rifle shot had waken her. good morning my name is Robert, who might you be? He took some coffee from his saddlebag and started it brewing. when it was ready he divided it into two cups and refilled the pot with more water. You think you might sit up enough to drink some coffee? He propped her up with his coat, and handed her the steaming cup. Robert set about skinning the rabbit and skewered it to cook. about this time the water boiled again. I know this is a delicate subject but that wound of yours is going to need a good cleaning. That means I'm going to take a look at it, OK? She looked away and didn't protest so he set about uncovering her enough to clean the wound. Of course this meant her right breast was pretty much completely exposed. He soaked a rag in the boiling water and used it to clean out the wound. She was having trouble keeping the cape covering the rest of her and after a bit just gave up and let it fall to her lap. Robert worked gently and thoroughly cleaning out the wound. To do this he had to hold her right breast up with his hand her nipple pressed into his rough palm. he could feel her nipple respond to his touch but managed not to react in an obvious way. She was a beautiful woman and caring for her in this way was very distracting. It had the expected effect on Robert, though he hoped she hadn't noticed. He caught her smiling through the obvious pain at one point. Finally he finished his work and covered her back up. He cut the rabbit up and fed her some as using her arms was hurting her side. The sun was rising higher now and so was the air temperature. She asked him to remove the blankets and was now resting in just the cape. You need to sleep he said, we will travel by night, its much safer and cooler. She laid back and closed her eyes while he kept watch on the camp. After a few minutes she fell asleep. I wasn't long before the warmth of the cape became too much and she threw it off in her sleep. Robert sat and enjoyed seeing this lovely lady as she slept. About 4 that afternoon she awoke. Robert pretended to be asleep. She tried in vane to cover herself but she could not reach the cape on the ground.