"I killed a boy today. And he was young. He was much too young." Hector had confessed. He knew that this would be his last night with his wife, and he wanted to scream. He could barely look at her, knowing what she would go through after he was gone. His sister had told him of what would happen to Andromache after his death. He knew she would watch him fall. He looked into her eyes for a moment, and saw the love that lay there. She meant everything to him, and he meant everything to her. It made her heart break to see him in so much pain.
Andromache had comforted Hector for a moment before leading him back to their chambers. When they arrived she walked over to her wardrobe and removed her dress, throwing it over the chair next to her. She walked back over to her husband, who had just finished lighting a fire in the fireplace of their room. He turned around to see his wife standing in front of him naked. His eyes followed her body down to her breasts, hanging heavy from her chest, down to her stomach and hips. She stared at her husband. "Come to me Hector." she whispered erotically.
"Andromache," he began, locking eyes with his wife, "Tomorrow,"
"Forget tomorrow. We can worry about tomorrow when it comes, but for now, it's just us." she told him. She walked over to him, pulling on his robes and letting them fall to the ground. She looked over his muscles and ran her hands down to his hips, her nails digging into his sides. He looked at his wife with love, and leaning his head down, kissed her passionately. He let his hands wander to her buttocks, pulling her pelvis to his. She moaned at the warmth coming to her body from his, and her hands cupped his bottom with the same tender force as her husband. She pushed her breasts against his chest and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He felt her chest against his, and he reached up and cupped one in his hand, slowly massaging her nipple. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and explored every crack in her mouth, committing it all to memory, feeling her body beneath his hands. He pulled her as close to him as he could, feeling all of her pressed up against him.
Andromache felt Hector's member growing larger against her pelvis, and she rubbed her thigh up against him, making him groan. He gripped her breast in his hands, squeezing her harder, massaging her slowly. His tongue still intertwined with hers, feeling her teeth nip against his lips. He slowly pushed her back towards the bed, taking all of her into his memory.
As Andromache's knees hit the bed she pulled away from her husband and looked lovingly into his eyes. "Hector," she breathed. "Hector, make love to me." she begged.
"Do you realize… Andromache, my love, this will be the last time we're together? It'll be the last time I'm inside of you." Hector's eyes looked more and more anxious. "I don't think… my love, I can't…" Andromache brushed her fingers over his lips.
"You have no need to leave tomorrow Hector. Darling, stay with me. We can be together forever." Hector laid his wife on the bed lovingly and crawled over her, never looking away from her.
"We have tonight." he whispered. "All we need is tonight."
