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Piety and Infamy	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: M through R > Patriot, The Views: 2093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Most of the dragoons were relaxing in the camp. Sitting around and
talking about the events of the days that had gone past, the comrades that had
fallen and died, and wondering if they might be the next one for their final
letters to be delivered to their families by their friends and fellow soldiers.
No one was speaking aloud of the scene at Pembroke, even though it was on every
man�s mind. The screams and cries of the women and children rang in their
ears, and they had watched until the agonizing whimpers, moans, and cries
disappeared, and the church became a smoldering pile of burned kindling and ash.
Even though they had been ordered to commit such a diabolical and unthinkable
act, it was something that would haunt every man�s dreams for however long
they were to be in this god-forsaken war, and the rest of their lives.


A few of the men stood up walking towards the edge of camp. In the
distance, a large cloud of dust was growing being kicked up from the dirt road,
drawing closer with each moment. Only moments later, the sound of thundering
hooves and shouts from men could be heard. Heather broke from the tree line
riding hard and fast for the dragoon�s encampment. The Captain and his escort
was just moments behind her. Heather didn�t slow or stop and rode past the
soldiers who had gathered. Her horse didn�t even come to a complete stop
before she jumped from the saddle and ran into Colonel Tavington�s tent, her
skirts tripping her slightly as she paused only a moment to reach down and
gather them up. Quickly she ducked into the tent and stood up. The first sight
she beheld was William, sitting up on his cot talking to Captain Wilkins about
some reports they had received.


Both men looked up from their papers in surprise to see Heather standing
there. �Heather?� William questioned as he glanced over her dress and her
appearance. IT was far from that of someone who was going out of the house for
the day, or even more unlikely to go for a planned ride over the countryside.
Tavington looked at her face one more and could see the expression of fear on
her face, and the worry in her eyes. �What is it? What is wrong?� She wanted
to run to him, and speak about all the terrible images that had entered her mind
at the news she had been given, yet Captain Wilkins was still in the tent. She
knew her place, and she did not want to upset William as she had done with her
behavior only a few days ago. A lump formed in her throat, as she had noticed
that he did not stand when she came into the tent, nor die he stand after he
noticed her presence.


William raised a brow at her silence wondering why she did not answer
him. However he looked over to his Captain and looked back at Heather. His
presence must have been what was preventing her tongue from speaking. �That
will be all Captain.� Tavington said dismissing the third party in the tent.
Wilkins stood up quickly giving a salute.


�Yes Sir.� Turning towards Heather he gave a bow, �My Lady.� He
said wanting to be sure and give her the full respect due of the Colonel�s
wife. Then he quickly left the tent leaving them alone. Tavington looked back at
Heather, a little puzzled as to this sudden and unexpected appearance when she
had promised that she would not repeat her actions.


�Dear? . . . why . . .� Before he could utter another word, she ran
across the tent and fell on her knees beside him, reaching out at holding to his
arm as her eyes looked up into his.


�William . . . are you alright?� Reaching up she gently ran her
fingertips over the Colonel�s cheek. His hair had been left loose and it hung
about his shoulders, he had gone a day without shaving it seemed, and all he
wore was his white undershirt. �They told me, you had been hurt yesterday in a
battle.� Tavington looked into her eyes, almost in shock at the pain and
anguish in her eyes that had been caused by the terror of hearing such news
without details accompanying it.


For as long as they had known one another, if one or the other was hurt
whoever of the two was not fell into a sort of madness that required there being
by the injured or ill in their relationship. A spark of rage grew that anyone
would tell her such a thing without saying it was merely a small wound. William
reached down and tenderly cupped her face in his hand, wanting to calm her down
however he could. �It�s just a scratch my dear, it�s rather small
really.� Tavington whispered sweeping the tears away from her eyes with his
thumb. �Nothing that deserves your tears my darling. It will heal.� He said
with a soft smile before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
William looked into her eyes once again sympathetically. �It�s nothing.�


Moving his hand from her face he patted her arm gently. Before anything
else could happen or another word could be uttered, Heather moved up cupped his
face between her hands and kissed him hungrily. Tavington was caught a little
off guard at first, but welcomed the affection he had been so long without.
Williams�s hands moved to rest on her shoulders pulling her towards him
kissing her even deeper then before. As the kiss came to an end, Heather looked
into his eyes and did not draw back. Tavington�s eyes remained closed for a
moment, he could not help reveling in the feel of his wife�s soft lips that
had been absent for such a long time. �I�m always so afraid that you�ll
get hurt, or wounded badly William.� Heather whispered drawing her fingertips
over his handsome features tenderly. She was trying so hard to fight back the
tears that were threatening to fall.


The danger had always been there, of his getting wounded or even worse,
killed. Yet this wound seemed to open a Pandora�s box of fears and concerns.
The way they had been referring to Tavington and treated him with their
comments, how could she trust them to see he was tended to immediately and in a
way that would nurse him back to health as soon as possible? They didn�t even
felt it was enough of an issue to put it in their report to Cornwallis.


Heather couldn�t help but kiss him again, all of her emotions mixing
and spinning together she just wanted to be here with him, touching him, and
looking into his eyes. Her hands continued to rest on either side of his face,
as the small and gentle caress of lips turned into a desperate desire filled
plea to not be sent away from him this time. They kissed again before Heather
pulled back and rested her forehead to his for a moment, both of their eyes
remained closed this time. �I�ve missed you William,� she said kissing him
softly, �So very much.� Tavington pulled her closer in his strong embrace
kissing her passionately. Heather wrapped her arms around his neck in turn and
held tight to him, returning the kiss once more, just happy to be near him. They
were so close and entwined in each others arms, they could feel each others
heartbeat.


After a few moments Heather melted into his arms and rested her head
against his shoulder not wanting to let him go for an instant. Tavington felt
the same way as he had discovered in just the time she had been here he could no
longer bare to go another day without holding her tight as he did now. To many
nights had gone by to count when he had laid awake in his narrow cot feeling
cold, alone, and frustrated she wasn�t here with him. He despised not being
able to reach for her in the night, and find her there laying beside him. Even
now he realized if he asked her to stay here in his tent with him in the dragoon
camp, if it was even an option, which it was not, she would risk the wrath of
heaven and hell to stay with him no matter the dangers that were involved.


The only thought that seemed to ease his mind enough to where the aching
desire for her to be with him now, was the day this war was over they would be
together. That very night, she would once more take her place by his side and in
his bed without the fear of being interrupted or torn apart the next day. They
would live in some elegant manor along the Ohio river front, and have as many
horses as the stables would hold. There would be no hateful glares, or sideway
glances, and not a single rumor to be heard. They would have each other when it
was said and done, and that was all that was ever needed.


�I will never leave you William, No matter what, I�ll always be with
you.� Tavington held her tighter upon hearing those words. He found himself
burring his face against her shoulder, breathing deeply taking in her scent,
feeling the warmth of her body as they continued to embrace each other. Each was
afraid to let go, fearing that they were dreaming as they had done in the weeks
past, and would wake up any moment in the cold empty darkness.


Tavington looked at her for a moment. His wounded side be damned, he had
more important matters to attend to. William trailed gentle kisses over her face
and taste the soft velvet of her neck holding her tight against him. His hand
slowly reached up and brushed away the few strains of hair that had fallen from
where they were held in place by silver clips that he had given to her months
ago. Cupping her face a moment, he gazed at her beauty, slightly flushed from
the panic and excitement that had occurred upon the news of his injury. He
savored the mere taste of her, the way her warmth felt against his lips.


Another moment passed before he pulled her from her knees on the floor
and into his lap as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her against
him. William looked into her caring and loving eyes. Deep inside he couldn�t
help but feel how different they were. She seemed to care about everyone and
every living thing. He on the other hand, held contempt for some, if not all and
loved only this one who rested in his arms now. Something about her, perhaps her
untarnished heart or her grace and beauty. What was it about her that got
through to him into the human part of his soul. Never in all of his life or time
on this earth did he once think he could feel this way about another human
being. Looking into her eyes now, he could see how much she cared about him and
loved him even though many had told her he wasn�t worthy of such affection.


William ran his fingertips down her cheek slowly, �And I want you with
me . . . . for all time.� He whispered to her, before pulling her into another
feverish kiss. Everything around them seemed to stop and was forgotten. Nothing
else mattered, all Heather could see was William, and she was the only thought
in his mind or concern he had now. In the back of his mind, the thought lingered
that Cornwallis was going to be furious. Her mere appearance explained volumes
to him and the clothing she wore.


The Captain, who had followed after her when she bolted out of the gates
of the fort, never came through the camp or to Colonel Tavington�s tent. They
had been stopped before they entered and informed the Captain that she was Lady
Tavington, Colonel Tavington�s wife. Needless to say, he realized quickly his
error in the words he had spoken to her.


At this moment desires and passions were growing quickly between William
and Heather. Her visit was unexpected to say the least, but it was most welcome.
When the Colonel had been wounded in the battle the day before, he was thankful
that she was not there in the camp when he returned with a gash in his side
where the bullet had torn through the tissue and lodged itself shallowly in his
body. He couldn�t help but wish she was there with him. But she was here with
him now, she was alive, safe and she was in his arms where she belonged.


Heather began to trail gentle kissed down his jaw to his neck holding to
him tightly. Williams�s hands roamed over her form, as he still held her close
but he longed to hold her body in his arms, without the restraints,
obstructions, and barriers that the layers and layers she wore kept from him.


With out thinking, and his passion guiding his hands he began to unbutton
her dress. His fingertips found their way to the collar of her dress and pushed
the material down off of her shoulders, gliding over her warm silky skin. Her
white lace undergarments soon came into view. Heather looked up at him as he
paused a moment reaching up and swiping those same strains of hair off of her
face once more and pulling her into yet another deep kiss. William rested his
cheek against hers holding her close to him as he whispered into her ear, �Let
me see you my love. It�s been so long and I have had such dreams each night we
have been apart.� Leaning down he kissed her neck, �So very long.� Heather
hesitated for only a moment and returned his kiss.


William helped her stand to her feet growing anxious with each moment
that passed by. Heather took his hands in hers and helped him stand from the cot
when she saw him wince from the tenderness in his side. He quickly stepped
forward wrapping his arms around her. His hands quickly moved
down her back unclasping the rest of her buttons until her dress slid freely to
the floor. Tavington didn�t even give her a chance to participate as he make
sort work or her petticoats that layered underneath and left them to join her
dress on the floor.


Pulling her into his embrace once more, he kissed gently over her
shoulders letting his fingertips slide the thin lace straps of her
undergarments, baring them completely. Something about being the only one to
have ever seen her, and knew that he would be the only one to ever seen her in
all of her beauty, only made her even more desirable and attractive to him. She
belonged to him, and not just by a marriage rite, but because she wanted to be
and she more then willingly gave herself and her heart to him. It was never
something he expected to have from a woman. Of course he knew his place and he
would have had to wed to insure the continue of his family line, he would have
found a acceptable candidate, arranged to marry her, and all she would be was a
Lady Tavington. One that meant nothing, and was merely used to bare children and
satisfy any husbandly rights he wished to invoke. Depending on her family, the
marriage and the dowry might have put he and his family in a more favorable
light then it currently was. Honestly he did not consider it to be possible, not
after his actions in this war. Whatever woman he married in England, would
resent him completely for having to be known as �The wife of the Butcher�.


The last of her undergarments soon fell to the floor about her feet. His
fingertips slowly moved down her arms until he could take her hands in his.
William took a step back and let his eyes slowly wonder over her taking in every
curve, every line. It could be months before he had this opportunity again. She
was still just as beautiful as he had always seen her, perhaps even more so for
the time they had been kept apart. Heather watched his eyes as they lovingly
wondered over her body. She felt so incredibly vulnerable, but it was a feeling
she more then welcomed when she was alone with William.


Reaching up, he traced the line of her jaw and her neck that seemed so
perfect somehow. His fingers moved up the back of her neck and removed the
silver clips that held her hair up in place. Releasing her golden curls that we
so often hidden now that she rarely let them free in the presence of others.
Heather had been trying so hard to make herself acceptable to the British
aristocracy she was thrust into the middle of not long after their marriage. It
was the style most married women wore that made them look older and more
dignified, or it least so they thought.


William smiled at her tenderly and let his fingers slide through her
beautiful hair feeling how soft they felt in contrast to his hands. Leaning down
he slowly caressed her lips with his own. No matter how many times he kissed
her, it always left him wanting even more. It was something he was certain he
could never grow tired of. His hands began to roam over her once again as they
had done so many times in his dreams.
To Be Continued .
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