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

PickleChiffon said Elizabeth Mcann, she had said softly as he introduced himself. The water he gently poured into her mouth was cool and tangy, but it felt wonderful on her parched lips. She met his eyes as he asked her permission to dress her wound. A slight flush crept up her cheeks as he worked, her mind reeling when his palm connected with her nipple. Feeling it tighten and pucker beneath his hand, she nearly died of shame. After the sweet roasted meat, and some more water, he told her to rest. She closed her eyes to try, her sleep fought with nightmares and a fevered restlessness. She jolted awake, finding the cape laying in a heap on the ground beside her. She suppressed a frustrated cry when she realised she was unable to retrieve it. Giving up she decided to enjoy the cool air, which felt refreshing on her fevered skin. Her skin nearly glowed in the fading sunset light. Her legs, long and muscled for a woman of wealth were stretched out before her, crossed at the ankles and slighty curved to provide some modestly the pose revealed a pleasing look at the roundedness of her bottom. Her hips were smooth, the skin taut over the bone, but still rounded and feminine, not slim and boyish. Her waist was tapered before flaring to the base of her full breasts, her nipple tight and peaked on each globe of flesh. Her pulse fluttered attractively just above her collar bone, in the perfect place to be kissed. Her eyes were closed against her situation, and she was glad on some level hed not been a figment of her fevered mind. Her sense of modesty though was taking a severe beating. Click to expand... Robert watched as she streatched through half closed eyes. turning to her good side she was now facing him in all her glory. Robert couldn't resist temptation for long. He got up quietly and sat by he litter, and thinking her asleep learned over and took her erect nipple in his mouth gently massaging it with his tongue. He waited a minute for her response before continuing. It seemed to him she turned toward him more allowing better access, but did not wake. Encouraged, he continued his ministrations. Her nipples responded nicely , of that there was no doubt. Asleep or not, her body knew what it liked. He placed his rough hand on her silken thigh and slowly moved it up its inner surface. He waited pensively to see her reaction.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

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

Elizabeth had nearly felt her heart break at the longing in his eyes, as he withdrew his hands from her body. She had to admit, she had enjoyed his touch, but wounded and immobile, she was not an equal partner. The sound of the rushing bear had been terrifying. She had screamed in horror as the beast toppled on top of Robert, her mind panicking. If he were dead, itd not be long that she followed him, given her state. The relief she felt as he crawled out from under the massive carcass was immense. She looked at the blood and then to his face as he began to undress. The claw marks were deep, and fresh, but seemingly nothing compared to the litany of healed scars marring his broad back. She chewed on her lower lip, wondering how he had gotten so many, and survived. He disappeared from her view, but she could hear the splashes of the water as he washed. When he came back to her field of vision, his torso glistened with the water, the scratches long and angry but no longer bleeding fresh blood. The water seeming to have taken away some of the rough edges of his appearance, revelaing his handsome face and pleasant features. She sighed in relief. Are you sure you are alright? she asked her voice small as she watched him dress. He was like no other man shed ever seen. His body lithe and strong, so unlike that of her late husband who has been old and soft. Revolting. He however, spoke of masculinity and power, the layers of muscle in his back testifying to his strength.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

PickleChiffon said Elizabeth had nearly felt her heart break at the longing in his eyes, as he withdrew his hands from her body. She had to admit, she had enjoyed his touch, but wounded and immobile, she was not an equal partner. The sound of the rushing bear had been terrifying. She had screamed in horror as the beast toppled on top of Robert, her mind panicking. If he were dead, itd not be long that she followed him, given her state. The relief she felt as he crawled out from under the massive carcass was immense. She looked at the blood and then to his face as he began to undress. The claw marks were deep, and fresh, but seemingly nothing compared to the litany of healed scars marring his broad back. She chewed on her lower lip, wondering how he had gotten so many, and survived. He disappeared from her view, but she could hear the splashes of the water as he washed. When he came back to her field of vision, his torso glistened with the water, the scratches long and angry but no longer bleeding fresh blood. The water seeming to have taken away some of the rough edges of his appearance, revelaing his handsome face and pleasant features. She sighed in relief. Are you sure you are alright? she asked her voice small as she watched him dress. He was like no other man shed ever seen. His body lithe and strong, so unlike that of her late husband who has been old and soft. Revolting. He however, spoke of masculinity and power, the layers of muscle in his back testifying to his strength. Click to expand... He looked over his shoulder, those are nothing He pulled on his shirt, still wet and dripping from the creek, and mounted his horse. They were off again into the night. he whistled quietly as they rode, her litter bumping along. It was a pleasant ride as he thought of her touch, and how her body responded to him. He hadnt felt that touch in more than a year and then he had had to pay for it, this however was very different. he whistled some more as his thoughts drifted along. She woke as he stopped the horse, the sun just causing a glow in the eastern sky.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

Elizabeth had faded off as the motion lulled her into a haze. Her rest was fitful with images of him, not stopping, of him, having her the way only a man to have a woman. She startled awake , her heart pounding. Shed only been with one man, once. But the idea of Roberts touch, the memory of his mouth on her nipple, inflamed her imagination. She listened as he whistled softly. She wondered what he was thinking of. What he thought of this afternoons interlude. She had never felt so alive and scared as she had under his touch. It was such a foreign feeling. Her husband had not been attractive to her, and after his death shed found the men in the East who had shown interest in her equally repulsive. That was why she had come west, to escape the oppressive dirty undertone she felt when she attended any function. Here no one would know anything about her, accept she was a wealth widow. Where are we? She asked softly as the sky turned a darker shade of crimson. Her head was pounding, as was her side. Is your shoulder okay? She hoped he was right in that the scratches were nothing, shed feel terribly guilty if they were unattended because of his care for her.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

PickleChiffon said Elizabeth had faded off as the motion lulled her into a haze. Her rest was fitful with images of him, not stopping, of him, having her the way only a man to have a woman. She startled awake , her heart pounding. Shed only been with one man, once. But the idea of Roberts touch, the memory of his mouth on her nipple, inflamed her imagination. She listened as he whistled softly. She wondered what he was thinking of. What he thought of this afternoons interlude. She had never felt so alive and scared as she had under his touch. It was such a foreign feeling. Her husband had not been attractive to her, and after his death shed found the men in the East who had shown interest in her equally repulsive. That was why she had come west, to escape the oppressive dirty undertone she felt when she attended any function. Here no one would know anything about her, accept she was a wealth widow. Where are we? She asked softly as the sky turned a darker shade of crimson. Her head was pounding, as was her side. Is your shoulder okay? She hoped he was right in that the scratches were nothing, shed feel terribly guilty if they were unattended because of his care for her. Click to expand... Well at this pace were four more days from Dodge he answered. he got off the horse and knealt down beside her. Seeing her flushed face, he felt of her forhead. She had a fever. They needed to find another stream. He said nothing about it to her but climbed back on the horse. Rode quickly now watching the terrain looking for signs of a stream. After an hour or so with the sun rising higher he found what they needed. a small creek cascading down a bluff, the water was cool and clean. He got off the horse, and unwrapped her. Ma'am, I'm sorry but we need to cool you down. Removing the cape, he lifted her weak but nked body in his arms and carried her to the stream. Gently he lowered her into the flowing water. he went to the saddle bag and produced a bar of lie soap. this will sting he said as he carefully washed he wounds. Laying her head back he washed her hair and rinsed it. He took the cape rubbed it with soap and washed it as well. Putting away the soap he went back to retrieve her from the stream.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

Elizabeth saw the fleeting look in his eyes before he masked it. She was in trouble shed seen it in his eyes. She sighed, guess the heat I was feeling was coming from myself. She tried to remain aware of the surroundings, four days was a long time, she was slowing him down, considerably. Elizabeth flushed a deeper shade of red as he lifted her off the litter, naked and into his arms. This man was going to know every curve of her body by the time they got to Dodge. She couldnt help but sigh as he set her down in the cold water, every inch over her skin. It felt so refreshing and cool, though tears pricked at her eyes as he washed and tended her wound. She looked down to watch his hands run over her skin, and seeing the blackened mass of flesh with the angry red sore in the middle, she nearly fainted. Shed never seen anything so horrible looking, and it was a great contrast to the porcelain undertone of her firm skin. She watched him move to put away his soap. She leaned back gently, ducking her hair into the cool water. She offered up a small prayer to whatever spirit might be listening. Let me beat this, I dont want to die like this, please.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

PickleChiffon said Elizabeth saw the fleeting look in his eyes before he masked it. She was in trouble shed seen it in his eyes. She sighed, guess the heat I was feeling was coming from myself. She tried to remain aware of the surroundings, four days was a long time, she was slowing him down, considerably. Elizabeth flushed a deeper shade of red as he lifted her off the litter, naked and into his arms. This man was going to know every curve of her body by the time they got to Dodge. She couldnt help but sigh as he set her down in the cold water, every inch over her skin. It felt so refreshing and cool, though tears pricked at her eyes as he washed and tended her wound. She looked down to watch his hands run over her skin, and seeing the blackened mass of flesh with the angry red sore in the middle, she nearly fainted. Shed never seen anything so horrible looking, and it was a great contrast to the porcelain undertone of her firm skin. She watched him move to put away his soap. She leaned back gently, ducking her hair into the cool water. She offered up a small prayer to whatever spirit might be listening. Let me beat this, I dont want to die like this, please. Click to expand... The cape was wet from washing, so he hung it in a tree to dry in the coming noonday heat. He spread a blanket on the groundfor her and lifting her from the stream, gently laid her on the the blanket in the shade of the cliff. He walked a few yards away and seemed to look through the scrub brush near the trees. He returned a few minutes later with some plant material in his hands pulling the tail of his shirt out of his pants, he carefully stripped a thread from it. He went to his saddle and came back with the whiskey flask. He looked her in the eyes with concern on his face. We need to close that wound, but its going to be painful he said. He gave a small stick. Bite on this when I tell you he took out the whiskey flask, gave her a drink, and used it to sterilize the thread and a large thorn he had pulled from the brush. He tied the thread to the thorn told her to bight down, and began to sew. She wasnt able to remain still from the pain so he layed his body on top of her to hold her still and continued. After an agonizing few minutes he was finished. She was sobbing so he picked her up and held her in his arms, gently rubbing her back until she seemed to fall asleep from the stress. He sat there holding her for near an hour and she barely moved, so he laid back on the blanket letting her sleep against his side, her head resting on his shoulder. He woke several hours later to find that she hadn't moved and was resting quietly. Her fever was gone, and the wound had lost its angry red color. The soap and cold watre had done their job. He gently rubbed her back to wake her.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

Elizabeth watched as he prepped himself. He was going to give her stitches. She swallowed the lump that had been forming in her throat as she watched him, knowing but not wanting to acknowledge the facts. She took the whiskey, closing her eyes as the fire ignited her throat and lit a trail to her belly. She watched him closely as he handed her the piece of green willow. Her hand brushed his lightly and she caught his eye. Her green orbs were large, resigned to the pain she was about to feel, but also underlined with something else, faith. I trust you, Robert, she said softly, looking into his eyes, hoping he knew how much this meant to her. He could have left her for the Indians, but hed chosen not to, even though hed been attacked by a bear and was days away from reaching his home. Watching his handsome face as he bent to begin, Elizabeth hissed with the first stitch, biting the willow bark trying to focus on the unique taste versus the searing agony in her side. She woke, to a soft caress on her back, her eyes fluttered several times, as she regained her sense of surrounding. Her head seemed clearer than it had been before, and her skin no longer felt as though it were engulfed in flames. She moaned softly, oh yeah, her side still hurt, but aside from that this was the best she had felt in two days. She stilled, noticing for the first time the hard warmth behind her, and how the soft caress had not yet stopped. I feel better, she softly said to him as she moved, stretching tentatively so as not to disrupt her stitches.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

I hope you forgive my forwardness, but you may just be the prettiest thing this old soldier has ever seen Ma'am, these last few days have been at one time both the most pleasant and the most tempting I've ever experienced. I don't believe I've ever felt so good about laying on a piece of hard ground He smiled now looking unashamedly at her naked body. It was a warm afternoon, but the shade of the rocks made it bearable. he took off his shirt to cool off and propped his back against a tree as he looked at her and smiled. As he laid his shirt down on the blanket, it was apparent it was stained with fresh blood. He was still bleeding from the bear attach. He tossed it to the side and stretched out on the blanket. His heavily muscled torso now spread in front of her.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

She blushed under his compliment, a soft smile on her lips. Thank you, she said softly watching him take off his shirt. With her mind clear she followed every muscle of his torso, every muscle that was defined, and some that were not. He was definitely a man, solid and unyielding. Youre still bleeding, she whispered softly as he stretched his body out next to hers. She gazed into his eyes, seeing appreciation in them, and blushing deeper. He was a very handsome man, and the slight invasion of her space sent her heart fluttering as though it was trying to burst from her chest. She wondered if he noticed her racing pulse. She reached out with her hand, tentatively touching him. You are real arent you, not just some fevered concoction of my mind? She slowly raised her eyes to his as her fingertips rested against his chest, her lips slightly parting.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

He rolled on his side to face her and leaned forward to meet her beckoning lips. His finger traced the edge of her nipple in a circle then trailed ever so lightly across her belly and into the hollow of her hips rising off and into the air just before it reached he slit. He was teasing her, he knew it and yet he did it shamelessly. his kissed now finding the nape of her neck and shoulders. He slowly kissed his way across her collarbone and onto the soft flesh above her breast. he slowly continued until he met that friend of another day her nipple. he paused a moment looking in her eyes. waiting for a sign to continue or back off.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

Elizabeth held her breath as he touched her. His familiarity with her body evident in the way his hands gilded over her soft skin. She gasped softly as his lips trailed over her collar bone, to her neck, and then down to her breasts. Never had she felt the curl of desire, as she felt it now. Her whole body seemed to ache from need for his touch. She melted when the raised his eyes to her. Sliding her hand into his hair, and then along his jaw bone, she gently lead his mouth back to her flesh, giving her okay for him to continue. She knew on some level, laying with him was wrong, but she wasnt a virgin anymore, she was a widow, and that offered her a lot of freedom. She trailed her fingertips back along his strong jaw to his ear, then slid them into his hair, caressing his head as his lips connected to the rose coloured peak on her breast. She sighed softly as his lips played with it, causing her nipple to pucker and peak even tighter. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue laved at her nipple, teasing her into a higher state of need. Shed never experienced anything like this. With her husband, the first and only time he took her, it had lasted maybe two minutes, shed been unprepared and left crying in her bridal bed. This, this was something completely foreign yet wonderfully welcome.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

her guiding hand was a welcome sign. he eagerly lavished her nipples with the attentions of his lips as his fingers again began to stray. This time not hesitating when they reached he damp slit. he played there gently opening her flower with his finger. he paused, stood and let his trousers fall to the ground his body now fully available to him. he again layed beside her and began earnestly suckling her nipples he kissed his way down off her breasts and across her belly he pulled her hips toward him as he kissed his way to her clit. His cock was fully erect. he hadn't felt this good in years. Such a young and beautiful woman freely responding to his touch.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

Elizabeth moaned softly as she watched him shed his pants. His body was amazing. His hips slim, yet solid, with thick powerful thighs, his skin sun-kissed in areas shed never seen so dark on anyone. Her eyes traveled the length of him, as she moved back to lay at her side. She held his gaze as his hands resumed laying claim on her skin, then to be replaced by his mouth. She gasped as he kissed down her belly, careful of the wound on her side, the slight stubble on his chin catching and starching her tender flesh. She squirmed as his lips brushed over her womanhood, her eyes flying open in surprise a soft oh escaping her lips. He was surely a magician given the way his touch, and his kisses made her body sing. She couldnt help but slide her hands back into his hair stroking his head, as his mouth lowered on to her. Gasping in shock at the pleasurable feel, her hips arched to him, wanting more. Please, she whispered, not knowing what she was begging for, but needing something.