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Love and Betrayal	By : Francy Category: M through R > Patriot, The Views: 1415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 2-Love and Betrayal – Chapter Two – Mr. Wilkins
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The following morning the Assembly convened. Margaret parted ways from Charlotte and Benjamin when she saw Mr. Wilkins, already seated. He stood when she approached and kissed her hand. Margaret sat watching the other members filing in, as well as the onlookers. Mr. Simms came and sat with her and Wilkins and Margaret wondered where his son, Alexander was, but she could not ask Mr. Simms in front of Wilkins. It would not be seemly, seeing that both men were paying court to her.
The large room was noisy with everyone speaking at once, but finally the din quieted and the meeting began.
Margaret was on the edge of her seat, as the men started shouting and arguing with one another. Wilkins patted her hand reassuringly, though he was one of the men shouting his opinion loudly across the room. Benjamin, Margaret saw, was quiet throughout the proceedings. He and Charlotte both shared a look of concern.
The Speaker had to continually shout for order; such were the passions of the Assemblymen. They would quiet for a little while as one man spoke, but as soon as the speech was finished the men would start shouting again.
Finally Colonel Burwell took the floor.
He really is a handsome man, Margaret thought, he stood tall and looked very fine in his Continental uniform. I think I'm starting to become quite fond of soldiers! I wonder if the Redcoats look as fine!
She had been having thoughts lately, passionate thoughts that she could not seem to control. She did not tell anyone of them, not even Charlotte, or her closest friends – Claire and Mary. It seemed that at the oddest times, like now, she would drift away into a waking dream, the sort of dream that would set her heart to racing.
Right now, looking at Colonel Burwell, Margaret started to imagine having his arms around her as he kissed her gently. She did not even know the man, and he was a Patriot! They would not get along well.
But she let the dream take hold of her, kept her face composed as Colonel Burwell laid her back onto her bed, kissing her as he reached inside her bodice. She sighed when he told her how beautiful she was, and did not protest when he reached down to pull her skirts up. He pulled down her stockings and his searched with his fingers until he found her centre. It felt wondrous; Margaret had to keep herself from sighing out loud. He stopped kissing her as he moved down her chest, catching one nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue. He continued lower, kissing her stomach through her bodice, lower until he was positioned between her thighs, leaning in close -
Colonel Burwell started to speak, snapping Margaret out of her reverie and back into the Assembly Hall. She looked around hastily, embarrassed, and wondering if anyone could tell her thoughts.
I am holding Wilkins hand for crying out loud! What is the matter with me!
Burwell spoke quietly and effectively, everyone was silenced and leaning forward to hear him. He spoke of Independence, and asked that South Carolina be the ninth colony to levy financial support towards the Continental Army.
There was more arguing amongst the men, and when Colonel Burwell spoke of the independence of one nation, Mr. Wilkins cleared his throat at Margaret's side and asked, "And what nation is that?"
It was Mr. Howard who answered, "An American nation!"
Mr. Wilkins held himself straight and tall, but Margaret could feel his tension as he stated, "There is no such nation, and to speak of one is treason!"
"We are citizens of an American nation!" Mr. Howard replied.
"We are Englishmen!" Wilkins shouted, and the Tories in the room agreed loudly, including Mr. Simms. They were shouting so loudly, Margaret could feel it reverberate through her body.
The men argued some more, Mr. Howard shouting about the King being a tyrant, until Benjamin quietly asked "Would you tell me, please, Mister Howard, why should I trade one tyrant three thousand miles away, for three thousand tyrants one mile away?"
The room was silenced by the question. Even Benjamin's children were looking at each other with confusion.
Colonel Burwell, who had served with Benjamin before and had been expecting his support, was not pleased by Benjamin's comments. Benjamin went on to explain that of course he was angry about the rise in taxation, and that he believed the colonies could govern themselves quite well. But he made it clear that he was not willing to go to war with England for the privilege. After seeing war before, in his youth, he felt there must be a better way.
His fellow Patriots were stunned by his words, and clearly displeased. Margaret saw Charlotte gently take hold of Benjamin's hand, quietly giving him her support.
Finally, after more arguing and a few pointed, personal attacks toward Benjamin, he said "I have seven children. My wife is dead. Who is to care for them if I go to war?"
Margaret saw Gabriel and Thomas flinch at the words; they hung their head with shame at what they perceived as weakness in their father. Margaret felt admiration for Benjamin, for being brave enough to say those words out loud. He continued speaking and his words painted a very bleak picture of what the war would be like, they would be living it, it would be on the streets, in front of their homes, the children would see the dead, perhaps even be killed themselves.
For the first time in her life, Margaret was glad she was not married with children of her own to protect.
The Assembly meeting finally came to an end, and the result of the vote, to levy financial assistance in support of a Continental Army to fight for Independence, was shouted out across the square. Margaret was standing with Wilkins when it was declared.
"Twenty-eight to twelve, the levy passed."
Margaret was swept away with Wilkins and Mr. Simms, Wilkins holding her hand as he marched quickly from the Assembly Hall with anger and disgust.
Margaret was on the verge of tears, all those shouting and arguing men, and now Wilkins being in such a rage, it was too much for her. She was a strong woman, usually, but the events of the morning affected her deeply. She was not happy with the outcome of the vote, either. It frightened her half to death, they were going to war! What if Benjamin was right, would there be fighting along these very streets?
Wilkins saw her distress, and was instantly contrite. He slowed his pace, and loosened his grip on her hand as he escorted her home.
He walked around the parlor of Margaret's manor house, nine long strides from one wall, nine long strides back again.
"Mr. Wilkins…" Margaret said with exasperation. "Do sit down. You will ware holes in the rugs." She smiled up at him, and he blew out a vexed sigh and came to sit beside her on the chaise. He threw himself down, and Margaret reached up to run her fingers through his hair comfortingly.
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James looked at Margaret with surprise, when she reached up to run her fingers through his hair. She was smiling at him comfortingly.
Lord she is so beautiful.
She took his breath away. She looked so much like Elizabeth, whom he had lost to Benjamin. She favored Elizabeth even more than Charlotte did! And they were alike in temperament and intellect, though while Margaret was fiery, seemed more insecure, slightly more shy than Elizabeth was. James found that appealing.
He reached over and took her other hand in his, not wanting her to interrupt her gentle caress of his hair.
"You are so beautiful, Margie," James said quietly, saying her pet name for the first time. She looked down with a shy, endearing smile. James smiled back, gently tipping her chin back up to meet his gaze. Her smile faltered, she seemed suddenly unsure, but James felt it was now or never. He leaned forward and was pleased when she did not pull away.
He gently brushed his lips against hers, and was encouraged when she closed her eyes and sighed. He wrapped his arms around her and she seemed to melt against him. James pressed a little more firmly, deepening the kiss slowly. She still made no protest, and he felt like he would drown when her hand reached up to stroke his cheek.
It had been such a disappointment, the result of the Assembly vote, he had been so angry. And disgusted at his fellow countrymen as they celebrated in the streets and the Square. He could still hear them from here, Margaret's house was not far – indeed it over looked the Square itself. James pulled back from Margaret for a moment to listen, he could hear them running up and down past the house, yelling and laughing! It was horrid.
"Don't listen to them…" Margaret breathed. James turned his attention back to Margaret, and he was rewarded with a sigh as his lips met hers again.
James held Margaret tightly, teasing her mouth open with his tongue. He was breathing heavily when he touched his tongue to hers, and she gave a little whimper of pleasure at the contact. He felt it too, his pleasure surging through his body at the feel of her tongue gently caressing his. He pulled back to kiss her lips again, but it was not long until he was again touching his tongue to hers. His member hardened painfully, a very enjoyable ache in his breeches.
It was no secret that Margaret had several courtiers, Alexander Simms and James Wilkins being the most ardent in their suit for her. She was young, only nineteen, beautiful, from a distinguished family, intelligent... They attended the same church, and James had had his eye on her for a long time now.
I wonder if she ever kisses Alexander like this.
The thought set something off inside him. He had lost her sister to Martin, and he knew Charlotte was in love with Martin too. And now he could lose Margaret to Alexander. Mr. Simms had confided to James that his son was thinking about proposing to Margaret soon. Fate had a horrible way of turning events against him; he was wealthy but terribly unhappy, especially now that the vote had –
He felt like growling, as he lowered Margaret back against the chaise. She did not protest, even as he lay over her, covering her body with his own. Her arms came about his neck, and she was running her fingers gently along his neck and through his hair, breathing heavily against his mouth.
She is choosing me... He thought to himself with sudden realisation, he started planning on the best way to go about proposing to her.
"Margie…" He breathed again, moving his hand from her hair down over her bodice. He continued to kiss her, mouth pressed firmly to hers as his hand moved over her breasts through her bodice. It was too much, all of a sudden he had such a need – he started pulling at her bodice, then he reached his hand inside, under her thin blouse, to gently squeeze her breast. Though it felt wonderful, it was not enough.
He did not notice her hands had stopped their lazy caress of his neck and hair, did not notice they were now pushing at his shoulders. Her face was moving away from his, she was trying to say something but he kept up his persistent kissing.
James reached down to her skirts, struggling to pull them up. Her legs were moving under him, her whole body writhing. When he reached up under her skirts, he started rubbing her between her legs through her stockings
Does Alexander ever do this?
He moaned heavily at the thought. He could feel her centre, warm against the palm of his hand.
"James PLEASE!" Margaret's voice came as if from a long way away, and it was full of distress. "Please, stop!James..!"
James lurched off of her, staring at her with horror. She sat up quickly, pulling away from him, weeping as she pushed her skirts back down and pulled her bodice back up.
"Margie," he breathed, disgusted at himself. "Oh, Margie – I am so sorry. I never meant… I would never hurt you… Margie?"
She rose with shaking hands, to stand on the other side of the parlor.
"I think you should leave, Mr. Wilkins." She said, he could see she was trying to regain her composure. Her tear stained face broke his heart, he felt so horrid.
I am a wretch! A beast! He stood up slowly, holding his hands out before him unthreateningly.
"Please, Margie… I am truly so sorry. I – "
She looked up at him with frosty silence, and held her ground as he stepped slowly towards her.
Such a strong woman, what have I done? He thought. James lowered himself to one knee before her, and took one of her hands in his.
"I hope you will forgive me, Margie. I hope you will not think unkindly of me. I will leave, and if you do not wish to see me again I will understand. I am your servant."
She took a deep breath and nodded.
With that he rose, and quietly left the room, full of regret over what he may have just lost.
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