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St. Georgia and the Dragoon	By : Tigerrr Category: M through R > Patriot, The Views: 3194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N:� Sister talk is
ahead, so be warned: Cass calls �em like she sees �em.� It may seem like I�m doing a 180 from the
events of the previous chapter and getting a little preachy, but I wanted to
just show what would go on in a real situation (the doubts, sisterly lectures,
etc etc) instead of a fairytale.� Not
that I�m against fairytales, but this is just the way I wanted it.� If you don�t like it, that�s quite all right�my
wounds will soon heal.

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Captain James Bordon was trying his hardest not to smile
and, for the most part, was succeeding.�
He had a genuine fondness and respect for his commander, but he couldn�t
help but be slightly gleeful about keep the other man in check where George was
concerned.� Just ahead of him, Colonel
Tavington�s shoulders were set and his back was ramrod straight with indignation�Bordon
had discovered him attempting to waylay George on her way to Charles Town with
a group of other women, and had put a stop to it immediately.�

Tavington may have been the closest thing he had to a
friend, but the two sisters weren�t far behind.�
He had thought up the entire �chaperone� nonsense in an attempt to help
his friends�all of them.� It was clear to
him that although George and the colonel were more than ready to get acquainted
with each other in the biblical sense, if they did not take the time to build a
solid relationship first, both would only suffer for it.� Bordon had confided his plans to Cassandra,
who seemed a great deal warmer to him than ever she had been, and she would do
her best to persuade George that this plan was for the best.� A bonus would be that he could spend more
time with the tall woman and possibly win her heart in the process � the rest
of the Dragoons were still talking about Wilkins� indiscretion and his fall
from her favor.

Colonel Tavington hadn�t had much joy in his life, this he
knew from exchanging drunken confidences and the envious look on his
commander�s face whenever he did see the happiness of others displayed
for all to see.� Bordon had many issues
with his leader � the brutality he displayed ever so casually was but one � but
his life had been saved by his colonel on more occasions than he cared to
remember.� He rubbed his stomach
absently, thinking of the scar he had acquired after Benjamin Martin�s son had
almost killed him.� If Tavington hadn�t
seen that he was still breathing and taken him immediately back to the medical
officer, he would be dead.

Ahead of him, the colonel snorted suddenly and muttered to
himself and Bordon lost the battle with his facial muscles, smiling broadly at
the younger man�s ire.� A few of his
fellow Dragoons gaped at him as the two officers rode up and Tavington
dismounted, glancing back at him when he made no move from the saddle.� �I shall return shortly,� he began.

Tavington�s eyes narrowed.�
�Just where do you suppose you�ll be going?�

�I promised Miss Peyton that I would meet-�

�Oh, I think not, Captain.�
Your presence is needed here.� And as you yourself have not been appointed a
suitable chaperone I hardly believe it would be�proper,� Colonel Tavington said smoothly, a half-smile upon his
lips.� Bordon heaved a sigh as he
realized that he had been neatly caught in his own trap.� �I trust you�ll be happy with the same
arrangement that you so thoughtfully have provided for me,� the other man
smirked as he pulled off his helmet and tucked it under his arm.

�Perhaps we can come to an understanding, Colonel?� Bordon
suggested lamely.� After all, Cassandra
should have ample time to dissuade George from rushing headlong into anything
both parties would regret.� As headstrong
and impetuous as his commanding officer was, Bordon felt a kinship with him and
owed him much � insuring the growth of his relationship with a woman who was so
clearly suited to him was only a small way to repay the debt.

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�You want me to what?�
George yelped incredulously.

Cassandra shushed her, waving away the curious looks of the
other women they were riding with in the carriage.� �A little louder, please � I�m not sure they
heard you in California!� Just listen to me for once in your life,
George.� You know I�m telling the truth �
I�ve heard things about him that would curl your hair.�

�I�ve heard quite a bit about your one, as well,� George snapped, feeling sorry for it as soon as
her sister�s eyes dropped.� �I�m sorry,
Cass � I didn�t mean it,� she apologized.�
They rode along in silence until Cassandra spoke again.

�All I�m saying is that we want to help you; just don�t rush
into things.� You can�t have forgotten
Eric already � what happened to the girl who was making Tavington�s life
miserable? Don�t give in too easily.�

George folded her arms.�
�I apologized and then you launch another attack? Unbelievable.� My relationship with William is none of your
business.� He has feelings for me that I
happen to return, so what�s the problem here?�

Cassandra sighed and shook her head. She wanted to shake
George until her teeth rattled � what was wrong
with her?� �I�ve had enough of
this.�� She looked over to the other
women who were still eyeing them curiously.�
�You might want to cover your ears for this,� she advised (they leaned
forward to listen eagerly) before turning back to her sister and giving to her
straight.� �The only feelings either of you have at this point are
between your legs and you know it, you idiot! �That he asked to court you is a point in his
favor, but the fact remains that he doesn�t know you.� Right now all he wants to do is fuck you
senseless, if you�ll pardon my French, because his reputation is so bad that he
can�t get laid anywhere else and he�s simply too lazy to chase down a colonial
woman so he can rape her.� You don�t know
him, all you see is an extremely good
looking man who�s packing something you haven�t had in a while.� He�s horny, you�re horny.� Give in and the sex might be great, but
that�s all it will probably be without a deeper connection.� I watched how you were hurt after each
breakup and have not said a word, but if I have to slap a chastity belt on you,
then by god, I�ll do it!�

Her sister gaped in astonishment and a quick glance around
showed that the other women�s mouths were hanging open in shock.� Cassandra studied George closely and saw the
almost imperceptible change in her face � she was bright red with
embarrassment, but there was a new thoughtfulness n her eyes.� She hated to speak so harshly to her little
sister, but someone has needed to jerk her out of her delusions.� She couldn�t really blame George for wanting
to overlook William Tavington�s nature and jump into his bed � he was exceedingly handsome.� Someone had once told her that the hotter the
spark was, the faster the fuse burned out�she wanted to see George truly happy
for once.

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George was subdued during the entire trip to Charles Town,
thinking about what her sister had told her and wanting to scream because, no
matter how much she hated to admit it, Cass was right.� It stung like hell, facing facts�she had
never really gotten to know her previous boyfriends, just been hopelessly
enamored of their �bad boy� natures and convinced that she could change them.
She never could, so why did she keep trying? �You�re an idiot, that�s why.

Her thoughts drifted from her exes to William
Tavington.� You don�t even know his middle name, she chastised herself.� Well, she would try to do this differently�
her ovaries might start a riot whenever she saw him, but she was able to
control herself.� A little.� She wouldn�t like it, but who was she
kidding?� The only hope of making this
work was to take those meddlers� advice and back off, and the only way to do that would be to assume a role she
despised with all her might and start playing �Hard to Get.�� She hated women who did that sort of thing
and led men around by the- her train of thought was effectively derailed as she
noticed all the other women staring at her.�
�What?�

Cassandra hid a smile behind her hand.� �You always forget that thinking can be done
silently,� she remarked.

George felt herself turn bright red as she tried to think of
exactly what she had been saying.� �Look
I don�t want to talk about him anymore � where did you get that lovely ribbon?�
she asked another of the women who was sporting the most hideous orange bow
she�d ever seen.� Finally reaching
Charles Town, they all wandered the main streets and some of the officers wives
took a good deal of pleasure in finding flattering clothing for her, telling
her that they would greatly enjoy the young colonel�s comeuppance.�� The�
main consensus among the women was that he was too arrogant by half and
needed to be cut down to size � rejection would improve his character to no
end.� Not that she was precisely rejecting him, they hastened
to add when she glared at them.

The women all returned to the fort the army was presently
camped around, and the rest of them tittered when, as if by coincidence,
Colonel Tavington and Captain Bordon walked from the entryway.� Both inclined their heads politely to the
group, and George�s mouth went dry as she saw the look in William�s eyes when
they rested upon her.� How she could have
ever compared his eyes to ice was a mystery to her, for now they were the
incandescent blue that made up the hottest part of a flame.� �Did you have a pleasant time of it in
Charles Town?� Bordon asked first when it seemed as if his colonel was content
with merely looking on in silence.� He
smiled at them, and was visibly taken aback when Cassandra looked back at him
coolly.

�We did, thank you, Captain.�
If you�ll excuse us��

George watched from beneath her lashes as William tried his
luck on her next, asking if she would like to go for a ride later that
evening.� She saw the flicker of his
eyelids signal astonishment when she declined, wanting more than anything to
tell him that she would go.� When he made as if to help her walk on her
still-painful ankle, she brushed him aside.�
Before they disappeared inside, the two sisters turned to the perplexed
Dragoons.� �You may write to us,� George
informed them sweetly, �In a manner that befits gentlemen such as yourselves.�
Good day.�� The open look of
surprise on her suitor�s face made half of her want to laugh � the other half
was simply disgusted at the subterfuge.� This is for your own good, she told the
disgusted half.

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Tavington watched silently as the two women made their way
into the fort. What was going on? Not five hours earlier she had been eager to
be bedded, but now it was as if she were a completely different person!� He made a frustrated sound deep in his throat
and turned to leave, his only consolation being his captain�s equally befuddled
expression.� �Did you know of this
earlier?� he questioned.� Bordon
protested only a small amount before the truth came spilling out.� �Let me sort this out,� Tavington said
carefully.� �In order to repay me for
saving your miserable hide, you have managed to sway her opinion of me such an
extent that she would rather read my words on parchment rather than hear me
speak them myself?� he was unaware that his voice had risen to a shout of anger
until he glanced around to see a pop-eyed infantryman goggling at him.� �As you were,�
he snarled � the lieutenant jumped and scurried off.� �You plan seems to have backfired upon you,
Captain,� he continued gloatingly.�
�What, in your humble estimation, should we do now?�

Bordon shifted guiltily.�
�Well, sir.� I believe love poems
might not be out of the question.�

�You�ve run mad if you think for one instant that I would do
such a thing,� he said in astonishment.�
Love poems.� Utter nonsense.� �Get me paper,� he commanded, stretching out
a gloved hand imperiously and glaring about him impartially while Bordon
scrambled to obey.� Tavington scrawled a
message on the scrap that was handed to him and thrust it at a passing soldier,
with orders to deliver it to Miss Hampstead�s door without delay.� �You�ll learn yet,� he said condescendingly,
backing up slightly and cocking his head at the windows of the fort.� Minutes passed in silence (the only noise
being the background noises of the camp and Bordon scuffling his boots in the
dirt, obviously yearning to ask him what he had written) before the shutters
swung wide and Georgia�s head appeared.

�Colonel Tavington,� she called down � her tone of voice was
enough to flatten his lips from where they had begun to curl slightly at the
corners.� �This is yours, I believe!� She
drew her arm back and let fly a small missile which smacked into his chest and
made him grunt.� He caught it reflexively
and noted that it was the selfsame piece of paper he had written to her on,
wrapped around a rock.� The shutters
slammed shut with a violence that made Bordon jump in surprise, and he scanned
the letter quickly for her reply before crumpling it in his fist.� What was wrong
with the woman? All he had done was to suggest that she leave her room and come
down to the camp after midnight, when all others who would attempt to stop her
would be asleep.� Her response to his
suggestion?� A gentleman who thinks in such terms is no gentleman at all � if your
base needs are so urgent, I suggest you pay someone else for company. When you have had enough of being brutish, let me
know. �He briefly considered writing
back that he would do so at once, and tossing the rock straight back through
the window.� In the end, he jammed the
piece of paper into a pocket of his uniform jacket and decided to walk back to
his own tent where there were several things he could break � he strongly
suspected that she was watching him to see how he would respond.

With an exaggerated bow towards the window he sauntered off,
feeling her gaze like a physical touch between his shoulder blades.� Once in his tent, he dismissed Bordon with a
wave of his hand and looked at a bottle of Madeira
thoughtfully before deciding that he would need his wits about him in order to
deal with this situation that he had found himself in.� Tavington paced back and forth, tapping his
fingers on his sword hilt as he thought on what Bordon had revealed to him � it
would be no quick roll in the hay with this one, a fact which both relieved and
irritated him.� Irritated because he had
already gone a generous space without release with a woman, and she had been
more than up for it until this scheme had been planted in her head.� But he was relieved because this effectively
took matters out of his hands�he had never had a lasting relationship with a
woman, and with good reason; they turned out to have feathers in place of their
brains.� He had always wanted a partner
who would stand up to him, and stand beside him.� Not for him, these shrinking females whose
greatest decision was what frock to choose for dinner � he wanted someone who
would talk with him and accompany him in various activities from horseback
riding to attending Cornwallis� atrocious parties.� Someone who could hold her own in a
conversation.� Someone bold.�

Someone just like Georgia Lee Hampstead.

His eyes drifted to a side table where Bordon had
oh-so-helpfully set out material for writing that blasted letter.� The love
letter.� Preposterous, he thought, snorting.�
It would be a cold day in hell when William Tavington penned a love
letter to anyone�and what exactly had
she done to deserve such an overture? Absolutely nothing, except cause him
grief enough for the entire Infantry.� He
firmly suppressed the thought that even were
he to write the damnable thing, he would have no idea where to begin as he had
never written such a thing in his life.�
He wasn�t going to write a single thing.�
An idea came to him suddenly, and he smiled.� Yes, that was it � none of this literary
nonsense.� He would simply give her some
flowers�women seemed to fancy them, after all.

A frown replaced the smile.�
He couldn�t be seen anywhere near
flowers, so how would he accomplish�? Ah, of course.� Tavington strode to the entrance of the tent
and bellowed for one of the youngest Dragoons.�
�Bring me flowers, lieutenant.� I
don�t particularly care what you have to do to get them.� Just bring them to Miss Hampstead � make sure
she�s alone, mind � and tell her that they are from me. Dismissed.�� The young man gulped and dashed off past
Bordon, who gazed at his commander and shook his head without speaking. �What�s
funny, Bordon?� he asked sharply.

Bordon coughed and smoothed his amused expression. �Nothing.
Sir.�

Tavington would later have cause to repent his decision to
send the eager recruit off on his mission and curse his captain for not
informing him that the lieutenant had headed straight for a field of
wildflowers intermixed with large patches of poison oak.

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Hee hee.� Someone�s
going to be in big trouble now�.
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