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The next morning, she slowly opened her eyes and found James sleeping soundly, his head resting on her shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his legs over hers. She tried to move from her position since his arm under her back was hurting her, but his grip only tighten on her body. She sighed as she could not move an inch from his embrace. She could not move away, but she tried to turn around, hoping she would be more comfortable.

"Where do you think you are going?" his raspy morning voice said.

"I'm not going anywhere, my love," she replied as she turned around to face him. She could fell his mouth kissing her breasts while his hands caressed her back. "And now, I am definitively not moving from here," she cooed.

"What time is it? I have to leave before noon," he said as he moved away from her, grabbing his pocket watch on the nightstand, assessing how much time they still had. "Oh no, I have to get going," he sighed.

"There is no way it is noon already!" she said as she proped her head up on her bended arm.

"Not noon, but the time to go to the stables and get the horse ready, I should not linger if I don't want to be late," he replied turning back around, his gaze lingering on his wife naked chest. "Maybe I can spare a few minutes," he added as he saw her pout.

She grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. He rolled on top of her, pushing her legs opened. She moaned as she felt his erection pressing against her folds. When her hand made her way to his member and started rubbing it up and down, he groaned loudly.

A hard knock on the door stopped her hand.

"Please, don't stop," he said as he kissed her neck and caressed her legs.

The knock came back harder along with a voice calling his name.

He reluctantly pulled away, grabbing a sheet on the bed to cover his nudity, half-opening the door. Sarah pulled the comforter over to her neck not to be seen by the intruder. She heard only mumbling as the men kept their voices down. James closed the door and gave her a sad look.

"Colonel Tavington summoned me before departure time. I have to go."

"I'll have to make haste then," she said as she got up and walked up to him barenaked. She grabbed the sheet from his hands and dropped it to the floor, kissing his collarbone.

"How long will you be gone?" she said as her hands caressed teasingly his stomach, his hips, his thighs.

"I'll be back late tonight, I think. The patrol is not far this time," James said as his hand wrapped on the back of her neck, leaning down to kiss her. "I need to get going. We will pick this up when I'll come back tonight."

Sarah got back in bed while he was picking his clothes, scattered around the room. He got dressed in no time and hurried his way to meet Colonel Tavington outside the fort.

"Captain Wilkins, what took you so long?" Tavington said.

"I assure you I came as soon as I was summoned," he replied, not sure he took that much time to come down.

"I want you to patrol the area for rebels. You will meet Captain Bordon in three days' time at the encampment-"

"Three days, sir?"

"Are you questioning my orders?" Tavington said between his gritted teeth.

"No, just wanted to make sure I understood right," James replied.

Wilkins straddled his horse and gathered his men. His eyes wandered on his bedroom's window, hoping he would catch Sarah's figure one last time. The more time was passing by, the more he was hoping this war would end soon. He knew every time he was leaving his wife, it might be the last time he saw her. At least, now she was with child, if he were to die, she would still have their house and his money.

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The night was falling fast. Today had been a long day. Wilkins and his men made camp in the forest before they would continue their hunt for rebels. The cold weather was making every dragoons shivered. James retreated in his tent early since he did not feel like being around with anyone. His post was longer than he was told and he was disappointed. He laid down his cot, trying to find a comfortable position.

His mind wandered to his wife; he tried to picture what she was doing right now. She would probably be worried since he would not come back that night as he told her. He pictured her lying in bed, her long brown hair would hanging over her chest, down to her waist. She would be wearing her white nightgown. No, his mind corrected the image and he pictured her naked instead. She would be resting on the pillows, her small hands caressing slowly her way up her legs.

His hand undid the button of his pant and grabbed his growing erection. He knew intimacy was always short in camp, so he sped his mind up. He pictured her hand rubbing his member, instead of his own. She would be sitting on the edge of the bed while he was standing next to her. She would look at him in the eyes as she rubbed his length up and down. Her mouth would soon replace her hand; licking the tip at first, but soon taking it all in her mouth. Her head would bob up and down, taking him deeper and deeper, until her nose would touch his hip bone.

His own hand sped his motion, as his scenario in his head developed. He felt a warm feeling rushed over him, his mind was not able to focus on anything but her naked body. His hip started to stutter, his muscles in his thighs contracted. His hand picked up a vigorous pace until he felt the point of no return. He tried to silent his moaning as he came, feeling unbelievably relaxed. The second his mind came back functioning, he looked around to grab an handkerchief to clean himself. Three long days without his delicious wife would be very long. At least, he drifted to sleep after his moment of self care.