A/N: Hi, I'm back! and with a completely different story about my favourite characters! Yes, you guessed it, Achilles and Briseis. Now, what sort of trouble can I get them into this time? This story wasn't meant to be a chapter story, but, I wrote this much and decided that I seriously need help as to where I take it. Please, please, please tell me what you think, otherwise this will be one of those stories that are never completed.

This one's for all my readers of my other story "A Change Of Alliances"

"Go, you are free," Achilles said quietly. Briseis looked at him taking in the fact that he was letting her go.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, that wasn't what I wanted," Briseis wanted to take him in her arms and hold him for eternity.

He took her hand and placed Patroclus' necklace in it. He said nothing as he closed her fingers over it. He placed his hand over hers, and she placed her other hand upon his. He then pushed her lightly towards the chariot, towards her uncle, and her dead cousin.

"Go, no one will stop you, you have my word," Achilles stated, nodding in the direction of the chariot, a pained look upon his handsome face.

Briseis stepped up onto the chariot with the assistance of Priam, her uncle. She held onto the side of the chariot as Priam nodded to Achilles, then started the horses into a trot.

Briseis' heart screamed at her to turn around and take one last long look at him, but her head told her otherwise. Her head told her that if she looked at him, she would want to go back, and that would destroy her uncle, and embarrass Achilles.

Her heart and head battled for what seemed an eternity, but, in reality was only a few seconds. Suddenly her head whipped around.

The moment she locked eyes with Achilles, she knew she had made a mistake. Her heart yearned to be there with him. To take him in her arms and hold him all night. To watch him as he left for battle, with tears in her eyes. To throw her arms around him when he returned. To love him. To have him love her.

Tears fell freely down her cheeks when she saw Achilles turn and walk back into the camp, headed for his tent.

"Stop!" Briseis pleaded with Priam. Priam looked at her for a moment, then stopped the chariot. Without a word Briseis jumped from the chariot, the necklace Achilles had given her clutched in her hand, and began running back towards the Greek camp, more specifically, to Achilles' tent.

"Briseis!" Priam called desperately. He didn't understand why she was running away from him, back to the Greeks.

Achilles turned when he heard Priam call for his niece. He turned in time to see Briseis running through the entrance to the Myrmidon camp, her brown curls flying behind her like a cape.

"Achilles!" Briseis cried as she launched herself into his arms, clinging to him for dear life. Achilles wrapped his arms around her, breathing in the sweet scent that was distinctly Briseis.

"Briseis, you shouldn't be here, you should be with your family, not me," he whispered into her hair. Briseis pulled back. Without replying she pushed her lips against his in a desperate kiss. Achilles kissed her back. He wound his hands into her hair.

"Please, love me, make love to me," Briseis pleaded, her forehead touching his. Achilles looked at her. He longed to hear her ask that of him, and there was no way in the name of the Gods that he was going to let her down now when she clearly wanted him.

Achilles swiftly lifted her up into his arms and carried her into his tent to lay her on his make-shift bed.

Briseis kissed Achilles deeply, letting everything go. Achilles ran his hands down to Briseis' skirt sliding it up her legs to her stomach. Briseis stripped Achilles of his armour and helped him settle between her legs. Achilles removed her dress in one swift movement, throwing it to the ground.

"Please," Briseis groaned. Achilles could see the need and want in her eyes. Suddenly he flipped them over so that she was straddling his hips.

"What?" Briseis mumbled. Achilles thrust up into her, his hands on her hips, guiding her. They had made love many times, yet she was never on top, it was always him on top of her, the one in control.

Briseis caught on quickly and began moving against him. Each movement carried them both to a higher level of ecstasy. Briseis rocked on him with more passion than she had ever shown.

When she had seen him turn and walk away from her, her heart had broken, now she was having it repaired. Briseis revelled in her feeling of power that she had over him. Every moan that escaped his lips fed the fire that was her ego.

Achilles trust up into her in time with her movements. He had bedded her many times since her capture, and each time he learned something new about her. He learned that she didn't really like her breasts being touched, and that she loved him kissing her neck.

Briseis crashed her lips down upon his, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Achilles ran his hands over her back feeling her muscles as they moved. He could tell that she was close as her breathing had rapidly quickened.

Achilles rolled them over so that he was on top of her. Briseis wound her legs around his waist. Achilles thrust into her with extreme force, eliciting loud moans and cries from Briseis.

Briseis came with a loud cry, clutching at Achilles. Achilles stilled his movements as she came, then resumed bringing him his own release.

"Briseis!" a voice from outside the tent called, it was Priam.

Briseis gasped at the sound of her uncle outside the tent. She knew that Achilles wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be. True enough, he was brutal on the battlefield, but he always treated women, especially her, as if they were goddesses needing to be worshipped and loved with care. If Priam saw them together it would break his heart, seeing his sweet virgin Briseis coupling with the fiercest Greek warrior.

Achilles pulled out of her and hurriedly put his tunic on. Briseis had just managed to wrap the bed sheet around her sweaty body when the tent flaps parted and Priam walked in.

"Briseis," he panted. It was obvious that he had run to the tent. Seconds after his unexpected entrance, Eudorus entered.

"My lord," Eudorus apologised.

"No need for apologies Eudorus," Achilles said, looking at Eudorus. Eudorus was Achilles' right hand man. His whole life was fighting for Achilles.

"Uncle, Eudorus," Briseis shyly nodded to the two guests.

"My lady," Eudorus replied.

"Briseis, you just ran from the chariot, why? Troy holds your family, surely you would want to be with us during this wretched time," Priam asked. Briseis looked at the ground, her cheeks flushed.

"Uncle, I...I couldn't, I can't leave,"

"Why? What can you possibly have here that you won't leave?" Priam inquired. Briseis glanced at Priam, then at Achilles, where her eyes lingered. Priam caught the glance.

"No," he stuttered. Briseis bit her bottom lip nervously.

"Yes, I am so sorry uncle. I never meant to fall in love, I thought love was out of my reach, something that I was't meant to find in this lifetime. Then I met Achilles. He's everything I could wish for. I love him and I can't leave him," Briseis replied.

A/N: What do you think? hopefully I can get some inspiration for this story.