WARNING! This chapter is a tad risque. This is rated T for a reason, y'all.
I flung the door open to our home and Betsey, who was sitting in the armchair repairing a pair of socks for the soldiers, jumped and dropped her mending.
"Alex! My goodness!" she exclaimed as she turned to look at me, concerned.
I walked past her, not saying anything.
"I can't believe it!" I finally shouted. She scrambled her knitting together and set it neatly beside her on the side table, next to the flickering candle. She stood and walked over to me with a worried expression. I didn't notice, consumed in anger, and shouted again. "You would not believe the day I've had!"
I pinched the bridge of my nose as I attempted to calm down. I felt Eliza's breath on my neck as she squeezed my shoulders and kissed my temple.
"Alexander, Darling." she rubbed my arms in comfort. At the sweet touch of My Angel, I softened and lost my composure and rage. My anger melted for the time being and all that was left was my love for her. "What happened?"
"I am no longer a member of Washington's little club," I snap.
"Ah." She nods. "Why?"
"It is quite stupid, really. He asked to speak with me as I was fulfilling a list of tasks I made for myself. I agreed and dropped off a letter and briefly explained to Lafeyette something and then went to answer to him. He said I disrespected him so I left. I can't take any more of it!"
"Sweetheart," she pleads, "it'll work out. Please just calm down!" She squeezed my shoulders a little tighter. "But they'll soon realize how much they need you and the General'll be on his knees begging for you back." She bent and kissed my temple, the sweet smell of her sending a chill down my spine that could only be warmed by her touch. "I know I would."
"Eliza you don't understand-" I tried to argue, in vain.
"Yes, I do. I understand perfectly." she shot back in a kind tone.
"But-"
"Shh. You forget that I am a general's daughter. Remember the inquiry against him?" She turned to be in front of me and put a finger on my lips, quieting me. "No use fretting over it. And besides, while you wait the few days you're out of service, you can spend more time with me." She kissed my nose and I grinned slightly at the soft touch.
"I suppose there is a high to every low." However frustrated and angry I was, being with Eliza right now…
I pulled her into my lap and her foot caught on the leg of the chair, causing her to trip. I caught her and we both laughed. "Careful!" She nestled into my lap and I wrapped my arms around My Dearest's waist and kissed her neck.
"Lovely clumsy Angel," I said.
"I can't argue." she giggled. I brushed a curl behind her ear and kissed her cheek. She shifted in my lap to face me and wound her legs around me. I kissed her, then again, then again. Consumed by her loving touch and beautiful feminine musk, I held her close.
"Betsey…" I murmured in her ear with a kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck, sitting a little taller. She twirled my short ponytail around her finger as I kissed her neck, jaw, lips, slight cleavage visible from her dress. Tipping her chin towards my face as she said,
"Goodness, I love you." she leaned back and gazed into my eyes. I peered back at her, my heart was aflutter. I needed her. Oh, how I needed her.
"Prove it," I said with a flirtatious smile and a loving kiss.
With a coquettish grin and a tug of my hand, she led me to the bed saying, "As you wish, Alexander," She fell upon her elbows, propping herself up like she always did. She did this every time and would continue to. I suppose it showed her waiting for me to make the first move. She never was bold in such matters.
Well, I was perfectly fine making the first move. But, this time she had no intention of letting me do such. She took me by the lapel and pulled me to her. Sparks seemed to fly as she crawled backward to be lying on the bed, pulling me with her. I pulled the quilt she knitted for us over us as she rolled to be on top of me. Her hands rested above my top button of my shirt, waiting for me to give her the command. To initiate my verdict, I kissed her. When my torso was effectively bare, she then attacked my belt with vigor. She fiddled with the clasp and then laughed.
"I can't get it!" she giggled innocently, too innocently for what we were doing. I rolled my eyes playfully and laughed a little as well.
"And how many times?" I teased. I took her hands and undid my belt with a kiss to her cheek. She giggled at herself again and shook her head.
"Oh my." she chuckled. I laughed with her as I held her face in my hands and gazed into her beautiful dark eyes.
"I love you, Betsey," I said as she rested her forehead on mine. I instantly felt better than I ever had. She was my healer, my Angel, my saint, my little black-eyed beauty.
"I love you too." she kissed me with a smile.
"Now let me help you with that…" I said as I reached for the hem of her dress that was rolled up to her perfectly structured hips. Hips, hands, body, lips, love. All mine.
