I'm on a roll tonight! This chapter is more friendly and the romantic like one will definitely be in the next one. The next chap will be their first kiss! Achilles and Briseis are still on the ship and this chapter tells what Achilles did when he left and their first night aboard the ship (that's not sleeping). Um, considering I posted the 2nd chapter a couple of hours ago, no thank you reviews yet for I haven't checked yet.
I don't think I made myself clear about the R rating, it's only rated R for sex in later chaps and violence for the later, later ones when Achilles gets to Troy.
And also, I will do some major Helen bashing in this story. I think she's a wench and the reason Achilles died (No! Not Brad Pitt!) But Paris is okay so nothing bad about him. I am pleased with the reviews just I wish more people looked under the Romance Section. Okay, um, here is Chapter Three.
Chapter Three
He didn't like to leave Briseis like that. She was a great girl…woman…he couldn't get use to saying that. She was only a year younger than him but he had seen so much more than her. He knew what death was, but she knew what pain was. Like him, she had grown up an orphan, well, most likely. Achilles never knew his father and a prophet had told him his mother was a god (I'm guessing at this!). He stepped on the top deck and searched it with his blue eyes, hoping to find the man he was looking for. That drunken son-of-a-bitch was never going to talk to Briseis again. She always seemed scared and desperate when he even came near her.
The Bottom Deck, a voice said in Achilles' head. He looked to the clear, blue sky when he saw the sun in the west. He took one last look at the sky before turning and walked to the stairs leading to the bottom deck. He opened the cracked, wooden door and the man he was looking for fell out. Achilles grabbed him by his dark, matted hair and held him to the wall. "Let's get something straight," Achilles started as he added more pressure to his chest, "you stay away from the girl." The drunk man laughed cold heartily. "You mean that Lil' pretty one." He said as he spit alcohol on Achilles. He laughed again. "Are you her man or something. Cause if not, I'm going to keep going until she's my woman. Or when she's become a woman, if you know what I mean."
Achilles punched the man in the head and threw him onto the wet floor. "She is my woman." Of course Achilles was lying but he had to protect his slave. Even if it meant lying to a man he would never see again. He left the bottom deck, and noticed the sun was beginning to set. It had been an unusually long day. He had only been gone for a half hour, maybe a little bit more and he already missed that brown haired baby that was sitting in his room, alone and completely susceptible. He let out a quiet moan just thinking about it. There was no doubt that he liked her, but did he have a crush on her. That was definite with her beauty and he liked to be needed. She was sweet and seemed rather street smart even though he found her in a jail.
But, she hadn't eaten so she became defenseless and that's how he was needed, physical support while she would give him the necessary love needed to mend his emotional wounds. It seemed like they needed each other. But he could only hope for her friendship. He only bought her as a slave to take care of his house and do his bidding, without pay. He went to his door again and knocked quietly. He heard the locks unchain and he saw Briseis's pretty face. She smiled slightly when she saw him again. She was most likely getting nervous. "Not even going to ask who it is? I could be the King of Rome, coming to kidnap you!" Achilles said and that made Briseis laugh. He liked to see her smile, it wasn't often. "Are you hungry?" He asked as he changed his shirt in front of her. Briseis lost her breath slightly when she saw him.
He had tan, chiseled muscles. His biceps were strong and he had washboard abs. With a man as handsome as he was, what would he want with a girl like her. His shirt this time was a light tan that matched his skirt a little better. He met her eyes and turned away, hiding his smirk. "Yes." Briseis said as she smoothed her own skirt and brushed her hair slightly. "Don't get so nervous. I talked to the drunk so he won't bother you anymore." Achilles said as he touched the side of her waist softly. He didn't want to seem like that he was coming on strong, he barely knew her. But there was something about her that made want more. No other girl made him like that, no one ever kept his interest like she did. He mostly screw them then dump him.
He wanted to take this one slow. He wanted to take the time to really get to know her before they rush into anything sexual. He comfortable with a few kisses, but he wanted to know her better before that even happened. Just the touch of the hand kept him satisfied, for now. In time, his hunger for her will grow. He looked at Briseis who was still sitting on the bed. "Ready?" Achilles asked as he held out his hand to her. She looked at his hand, than back up to his eyes. She loved his eyes; they made her weak in the eye. Tantalizing blue eyes that were so intense with thought and emotion. She took his hand and he helped her up. The sun was almost behind the horizon and the torches were lit. Music was playing and many people were dancing while a man held out fish that was caught from the sea that day. Briseis had watched from the window in the bedroom.
"Achilles!" The man said in a surprised tone. "I'll have two of the fish you have." Achilles said as he flashed the man his grin. The girl behind the man serving fish gave him a smile and a wink. I guess she hadn't realized that Achilles was standing with Briseis because she said, "Want me to come to your room for a little…company?" She said in a sexy tone. Achilles gave her a fake smile, "Sorry, I don't screw hoes." she gave a 'humph!' sound and turned to another customer. Achilles and Briseis took a table right in front of the plank and he smirked.
"Tell me, where do you come from?" Achilles asked as he drank his drink. Briseis looked up from hers and smiled. "I'm from Troy. I was a slave there, like here, but I lived with my mother and father. I have a sister, her named was Shyla. I was taken away when I was fifteen and I guess you could say I was a vagabond. I escaped my captors a lot. But only if they treated me badly." Briseis said as she sipped her wine and stared out into the ocean. "Should I look out for that?" Achilles asked with a smile. Briseis laughed and shook her head, "Not one of my masters asked me to dine with them. So I would guess not." She smiled again.
"Tell me about your past." Briseis said as the fish was given to them. Achilles looked up but didn't answer. "It's nothing special."
"Well neither was mine but I told. C'mon!" Briseis said, smiling, the one Achilles could resist. "Okay but it's kind of depressing. I was an orphan most of my life. I never knew my father or my mother. I spent my days alone, learning to fight and I became good at it. I lead my first war when I was seventeen and here I am today. I think you know where I live." Briseis gave him a half smile, but a true one. Briseis looked to her food and her eyes filled with glee. "I've never had fish, is it good?" Achilles asked her as she started digging in. She wiped her mouth on her napkin and answered, "Yes, try it. It's delicious." Like you I bet, Achilles thought as he took the fish into his mouth. It was different, that was the only way to describe it. But he ate it anyways.
When they finished, Achilles asked, "Would you like to dance?" He asked it carefully though. He didn't want her to think he wanted to sleep with her or anything. Yet. Briseis met his eyes again and nodded and gave him her hand. "Sure." Achilles took her hand in his and lead her to where the couples slow danced. The music man played a slow song that was very romantic. He took her hand in his and her arm went to his shoulders while his other arm held her waist. He led, which was expected. She stared in his eyes a lot, and she really wanted to be in his arms always. The drunk man watched angrily but turned away. Achilles met her eyes again and began to lean in. Briseis was too, but when they were only millimeters apart, she pulled away suddenly.
"No, I can't do this." She said sadly and ran away from the deck, leaving Achilles alone. He punched his arm in anger. Briseis was in their room now, crying from her stupid decision. "Why can't I just let him have me?" she cried into the pillow.
From above, Aphrodite frowned as did Thetis. "I can't give him a break Thetis just because he is your son. He has his own fate."
"And is she in his fate?" Thetis asked as she looked at her distraught son through the well.
"She is his fate."
Okay, um, this was really long! I hope you all like it! I know, I suck! I should have made them kiss but I thought it would make it go to fast. I was listening to Anna! Um, hope I get more reviews. Thank you!
:Angel:
I don't think I made myself clear about the R rating, it's only rated R for sex in later chaps and violence for the later, later ones when Achilles gets to Troy.
And also, I will do some major Helen bashing in this story. I think she's a wench and the reason Achilles died (No! Not Brad Pitt!) But Paris is okay so nothing bad about him. I am pleased with the reviews just I wish more people looked under the Romance Section. Okay, um, here is Chapter Three.
Chapter Three
He didn't like to leave Briseis like that. She was a great girl…woman…he couldn't get use to saying that. She was only a year younger than him but he had seen so much more than her. He knew what death was, but she knew what pain was. Like him, she had grown up an orphan, well, most likely. Achilles never knew his father and a prophet had told him his mother was a god (I'm guessing at this!). He stepped on the top deck and searched it with his blue eyes, hoping to find the man he was looking for. That drunken son-of-a-bitch was never going to talk to Briseis again. She always seemed scared and desperate when he even came near her.
The Bottom Deck, a voice said in Achilles' head. He looked to the clear, blue sky when he saw the sun in the west. He took one last look at the sky before turning and walked to the stairs leading to the bottom deck. He opened the cracked, wooden door and the man he was looking for fell out. Achilles grabbed him by his dark, matted hair and held him to the wall. "Let's get something straight," Achilles started as he added more pressure to his chest, "you stay away from the girl." The drunk man laughed cold heartily. "You mean that Lil' pretty one." He said as he spit alcohol on Achilles. He laughed again. "Are you her man or something. Cause if not, I'm going to keep going until she's my woman. Or when she's become a woman, if you know what I mean."
Achilles punched the man in the head and threw him onto the wet floor. "She is my woman." Of course Achilles was lying but he had to protect his slave. Even if it meant lying to a man he would never see again. He left the bottom deck, and noticed the sun was beginning to set. It had been an unusually long day. He had only been gone for a half hour, maybe a little bit more and he already missed that brown haired baby that was sitting in his room, alone and completely susceptible. He let out a quiet moan just thinking about it. There was no doubt that he liked her, but did he have a crush on her. That was definite with her beauty and he liked to be needed. She was sweet and seemed rather street smart even though he found her in a jail.
But, she hadn't eaten so she became defenseless and that's how he was needed, physical support while she would give him the necessary love needed to mend his emotional wounds. It seemed like they needed each other. But he could only hope for her friendship. He only bought her as a slave to take care of his house and do his bidding, without pay. He went to his door again and knocked quietly. He heard the locks unchain and he saw Briseis's pretty face. She smiled slightly when she saw him again. She was most likely getting nervous. "Not even going to ask who it is? I could be the King of Rome, coming to kidnap you!" Achilles said and that made Briseis laugh. He liked to see her smile, it wasn't often. "Are you hungry?" He asked as he changed his shirt in front of her. Briseis lost her breath slightly when she saw him.
He had tan, chiseled muscles. His biceps were strong and he had washboard abs. With a man as handsome as he was, what would he want with a girl like her. His shirt this time was a light tan that matched his skirt a little better. He met her eyes and turned away, hiding his smirk. "Yes." Briseis said as she smoothed her own skirt and brushed her hair slightly. "Don't get so nervous. I talked to the drunk so he won't bother you anymore." Achilles said as he touched the side of her waist softly. He didn't want to seem like that he was coming on strong, he barely knew her. But there was something about her that made want more. No other girl made him like that, no one ever kept his interest like she did. He mostly screw them then dump him.
He wanted to take this one slow. He wanted to take the time to really get to know her before they rush into anything sexual. He comfortable with a few kisses, but he wanted to know her better before that even happened. Just the touch of the hand kept him satisfied, for now. In time, his hunger for her will grow. He looked at Briseis who was still sitting on the bed. "Ready?" Achilles asked as he held out his hand to her. She looked at his hand, than back up to his eyes. She loved his eyes; they made her weak in the eye. Tantalizing blue eyes that were so intense with thought and emotion. She took his hand and he helped her up. The sun was almost behind the horizon and the torches were lit. Music was playing and many people were dancing while a man held out fish that was caught from the sea that day. Briseis had watched from the window in the bedroom.
"Achilles!" The man said in a surprised tone. "I'll have two of the fish you have." Achilles said as he flashed the man his grin. The girl behind the man serving fish gave him a smile and a wink. I guess she hadn't realized that Achilles was standing with Briseis because she said, "Want me to come to your room for a little…company?" She said in a sexy tone. Achilles gave her a fake smile, "Sorry, I don't screw hoes." she gave a 'humph!' sound and turned to another customer. Achilles and Briseis took a table right in front of the plank and he smirked.
"Tell me, where do you come from?" Achilles asked as he drank his drink. Briseis looked up from hers and smiled. "I'm from Troy. I was a slave there, like here, but I lived with my mother and father. I have a sister, her named was Shyla. I was taken away when I was fifteen and I guess you could say I was a vagabond. I escaped my captors a lot. But only if they treated me badly." Briseis said as she sipped her wine and stared out into the ocean. "Should I look out for that?" Achilles asked with a smile. Briseis laughed and shook her head, "Not one of my masters asked me to dine with them. So I would guess not." She smiled again.
"Tell me about your past." Briseis said as the fish was given to them. Achilles looked up but didn't answer. "It's nothing special."
"Well neither was mine but I told. C'mon!" Briseis said, smiling, the one Achilles could resist. "Okay but it's kind of depressing. I was an orphan most of my life. I never knew my father or my mother. I spent my days alone, learning to fight and I became good at it. I lead my first war when I was seventeen and here I am today. I think you know where I live." Briseis gave him a half smile, but a true one. Briseis looked to her food and her eyes filled with glee. "I've never had fish, is it good?" Achilles asked her as she started digging in. She wiped her mouth on her napkin and answered, "Yes, try it. It's delicious." Like you I bet, Achilles thought as he took the fish into his mouth. It was different, that was the only way to describe it. But he ate it anyways.
When they finished, Achilles asked, "Would you like to dance?" He asked it carefully though. He didn't want her to think he wanted to sleep with her or anything. Yet. Briseis met his eyes again and nodded and gave him her hand. "Sure." Achilles took her hand in his and lead her to where the couples slow danced. The music man played a slow song that was very romantic. He took her hand in his and her arm went to his shoulders while his other arm held her waist. He led, which was expected. She stared in his eyes a lot, and she really wanted to be in his arms always. The drunk man watched angrily but turned away. Achilles met her eyes again and began to lean in. Briseis was too, but when they were only millimeters apart, she pulled away suddenly.
"No, I can't do this." She said sadly and ran away from the deck, leaving Achilles alone. He punched his arm in anger. Briseis was in their room now, crying from her stupid decision. "Why can't I just let him have me?" she cried into the pillow.
From above, Aphrodite frowned as did Thetis. "I can't give him a break Thetis just because he is your son. He has his own fate."
"And is she in his fate?" Thetis asked as she looked at her distraught son through the well.
"She is his fate."
Okay, um, this was really long! I hope you all like it! I know, I suck! I should have made them kiss but I thought it would make it go to fast. I was listening to Anna! Um, hope I get more reviews. Thank you!
:Angel: