Thanks for the great reviews everyone! I am very happy I have almost 50! You people are magnificent! Before, my inspiration for this story came from the song "It's Gonna Be Love" by Mandy Moore and now, the inspiration comes from "Here with Me" by Dido. Um, for all the people who love by A/B interactions will be mad at me for this chapter. I'm trying to make this seem realistic and I am going to make Briseis seem as I thought she is, a sweet, young but vulnerable girl. I seem to like that word! But it is apparent that Achilles will stop at nothing to win her affections. Achilles does not want her as a sex object like in the book and the movie but as a companion that he does want to love. He's going to get rougher and more intense as their relationship gets deeper. I ask that you all review!
I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe, until your resting here with me
Chapter 5
Briseis hated those kind of notes; the ones that you didn't know if you were in trouble or not. It was another day before the ship would dock again, except it would be in Greece, her new home. She looked around the room and it looked like Achilles had been gone for a while. His side of the bed was made which was a rarity and the shades that were usually shut were now open. She could see the open sea on her right and on her left was the dock where the people walked and gossiped amongst themselves. Briseis smiled at the playing children and the old man who told them to stop making such a racket. She slipped out from under the sheets and began to change into her ratty, hole filled skirt and top that brown was turning into a rusty red.
She heard a knock on the door when she was slipping on her sandals. Her brown hair was still a mess from the night and she did what she could to tie it up. The knock was persistent and when she opened the door, Achilles stood there, looking quite annoyed. He carried cloth with him and Briseis had assumed it was something for him to wear. He didn't seem like the type to give gifts to a woman, even if it was a rose. He put the cloth on the chair and looked at her. "You still wear that petty thing." he said smugly as he eyed her. Briseis eyes looked down to the floor, the bastard knew she had nothing else. "But I suppose you do need something of the new." He said as he held up the cloth. It was cloth, but it was not just plain, it was an intricate dress that clung to the assets he knew she had. It seemed to feel like velvet and it flowed to her feet with two thick straps that held it up. It was beautiful.
"I can't accept this." Briseis said breathlessly as she looked at the dress again. She was a slave, she hadn't been rich her entire life.
"Yes you can. It is a gift from me to you." Achilles said as he held the dress to her figure and seemed happy with what it seem to show. "A perfect fit." He said as he put his hand on her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her softly but it had turn into another passionate one with his hands exploring her hair and neck. Briseis pulled away abruptly. Achilles tried to continue the kiss but failed miserably when she turned her head away. "I can't do this." She said and pulled herself away from under his grasp. "And why is that?" Achilles asked, bored, expecting that it was unprofessional or something under those terms. "Because I can't get close to you." he certainly wasn't expecting to hear that. His blue eyes met her pained ones, she seem to be having a problematical time with her feelings for him and it showed.
"I can't get close to any man. I lied when I said that no man ever took an interest in me. When I was younger, my brother's friend, told me he loved me and pursued me. When someone, an enemy, found out, he killed him. My enemy told me I was promised to someone and that meant I couldn't have a relationship with any male that wasn't blood." Briseis began to cry at that. "And I have to many feelings to have that happen. I care to much, I'd rather be miserable than watch you die." Briseis said as she let her tears fall down her cheeks. She looked at him again before taking off from the room and off the ship. Achilles watched her run, she did feel something for him. And he wasn't going to let her get away.
He, too, ran off the ship and after his love. It took ages to find the brunette but he did, eventually. She stood by the bay and watched the other ships leave when he touched her shoulder. She seemed drawn to his touch and he put his other hand just above her stomach, where her ribcage was. He pulled her closer to him and tucked her head under his chin. Briseis still wore the torn skirt and top and he could feel the air become colder, due to the sun going behind an ominous cloud. "Look at me" Achilles started as he forced Briseis to look at him, "I won't be happy or satisfied until you're mine. Completely, utterly mine." Achilles said possessively as he kissed her again, rough and scarring. He bit her lip until it split and bled.
Briseis struggled under him, both scared and slightly aroused. She liked that he could feel possessive, it made her feel desired, something she hadn't known in a long time. When he had seen how brutal he was with her lip, he tended to it carefully, massaging the wound with his tongue as he sucked slightly on it. Achilles felt her struggle under him and tightened the strength of his arms around her waist. Briseis pulled away slightly for air. "I won't go." She said as she let him suck on her neck slightly. "I won't sleep or eat or do anything until I know you are mine. I feel something like I never felt before. And it all started when you were in that cell. Damn you Briseis." She smiled slightly and took his face in hers.
"I never belong to anyone, other than you." She knew it had slipped in too fast and she was slipping under. No one, no one, had ever given this kind of attention or wanted to be possessive and protective of her like he did. Something told her this what she needed, he was like her oxygen.
Achilles felt something become free when Briseis stated, to the world, she was his. He knew courting was a difficult task and he welcomed it with open arms. Take care of her, a voice whispered as he kissed her hair. "We need to go back." Achilles said as he held her in his arms again and touched her back with his palm. The open spots, where flesh could be seen, those spots were soft. They walked slow, he held her hand and brought her closer to his waist and kissed her temple again. He was being kind, gentle to her. Only minutes before he was biting her lip so hard it bled. She knew he was a brutal lover. The bruises on her lip and on her neck proved her theory. The ship was still at the port, the candles were lit and flourished throughout the ship.
Soft music played again as Achilles escorted the both of them back to their room. "I'm going to change." Briseis said as she picked up the dress. Achilles nodded and retorted, "Meet me outside when you are done." he smiled to her and went to the door, opened it and shut it. Briseis stared at the door before turning to the mirror (were there mirrors?) Her hair was still matted and her lip was scabbed. She slipped off her top and then her skirt, left clad only in her undergarments. The dress had slipped on with ease, only tightening on her hips and the bodice. It was meant to clung, that was obvious. When satisfied with her look, she stepped outside and saw Achilles standing, looking at the thin piece of land that seemed like it was a world away.
Briseis saw the drunk man looking in her direction but turned away when Achilles kissed her shoulder. "Beautiful" he whispered as they looked out into the horizon. "Nervous about going back home?" Briseis asked as she felt him slip his arm across her chest to bring her closer to him. "Wherever you go, is my home." Achilles said as he kissed her neck.
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"He loves her, that much is obvious." Aphrodite said as Zeus watched from the well. "Thetis, your son is very handsome. That girl, she could be a god herself." Thetis smiled at her son and his new love. "She's changing him."
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Well! This is a short chapter! I was just wondering if I spelt Achilles' mother's name right? Also, give me more gods and what they control because I'm having trouble with it. I'll try to get more god interactions. Thanks for the reviews!
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Oh, opps! I'll post all the people who reviewed this chapter in the next one. I have to get better at that!
I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe, until your resting here with me
Chapter 5
Briseis hated those kind of notes; the ones that you didn't know if you were in trouble or not. It was another day before the ship would dock again, except it would be in Greece, her new home. She looked around the room and it looked like Achilles had been gone for a while. His side of the bed was made which was a rarity and the shades that were usually shut were now open. She could see the open sea on her right and on her left was the dock where the people walked and gossiped amongst themselves. Briseis smiled at the playing children and the old man who told them to stop making such a racket. She slipped out from under the sheets and began to change into her ratty, hole filled skirt and top that brown was turning into a rusty red.
She heard a knock on the door when she was slipping on her sandals. Her brown hair was still a mess from the night and she did what she could to tie it up. The knock was persistent and when she opened the door, Achilles stood there, looking quite annoyed. He carried cloth with him and Briseis had assumed it was something for him to wear. He didn't seem like the type to give gifts to a woman, even if it was a rose. He put the cloth on the chair and looked at her. "You still wear that petty thing." he said smugly as he eyed her. Briseis eyes looked down to the floor, the bastard knew she had nothing else. "But I suppose you do need something of the new." He said as he held up the cloth. It was cloth, but it was not just plain, it was an intricate dress that clung to the assets he knew she had. It seemed to feel like velvet and it flowed to her feet with two thick straps that held it up. It was beautiful.
"I can't accept this." Briseis said breathlessly as she looked at the dress again. She was a slave, she hadn't been rich her entire life.
"Yes you can. It is a gift from me to you." Achilles said as he held the dress to her figure and seemed happy with what it seem to show. "A perfect fit." He said as he put his hand on her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her softly but it had turn into another passionate one with his hands exploring her hair and neck. Briseis pulled away abruptly. Achilles tried to continue the kiss but failed miserably when she turned her head away. "I can't do this." She said and pulled herself away from under his grasp. "And why is that?" Achilles asked, bored, expecting that it was unprofessional or something under those terms. "Because I can't get close to you." he certainly wasn't expecting to hear that. His blue eyes met her pained ones, she seem to be having a problematical time with her feelings for him and it showed.
"I can't get close to any man. I lied when I said that no man ever took an interest in me. When I was younger, my brother's friend, told me he loved me and pursued me. When someone, an enemy, found out, he killed him. My enemy told me I was promised to someone and that meant I couldn't have a relationship with any male that wasn't blood." Briseis began to cry at that. "And I have to many feelings to have that happen. I care to much, I'd rather be miserable than watch you die." Briseis said as she let her tears fall down her cheeks. She looked at him again before taking off from the room and off the ship. Achilles watched her run, she did feel something for him. And he wasn't going to let her get away.
He, too, ran off the ship and after his love. It took ages to find the brunette but he did, eventually. She stood by the bay and watched the other ships leave when he touched her shoulder. She seemed drawn to his touch and he put his other hand just above her stomach, where her ribcage was. He pulled her closer to him and tucked her head under his chin. Briseis still wore the torn skirt and top and he could feel the air become colder, due to the sun going behind an ominous cloud. "Look at me" Achilles started as he forced Briseis to look at him, "I won't be happy or satisfied until you're mine. Completely, utterly mine." Achilles said possessively as he kissed her again, rough and scarring. He bit her lip until it split and bled.
Briseis struggled under him, both scared and slightly aroused. She liked that he could feel possessive, it made her feel desired, something she hadn't known in a long time. When he had seen how brutal he was with her lip, he tended to it carefully, massaging the wound with his tongue as he sucked slightly on it. Achilles felt her struggle under him and tightened the strength of his arms around her waist. Briseis pulled away slightly for air. "I won't go." She said as she let him suck on her neck slightly. "I won't sleep or eat or do anything until I know you are mine. I feel something like I never felt before. And it all started when you were in that cell. Damn you Briseis." She smiled slightly and took his face in hers.
"I never belong to anyone, other than you." She knew it had slipped in too fast and she was slipping under. No one, no one, had ever given this kind of attention or wanted to be possessive and protective of her like he did. Something told her this what she needed, he was like her oxygen.
Achilles felt something become free when Briseis stated, to the world, she was his. He knew courting was a difficult task and he welcomed it with open arms. Take care of her, a voice whispered as he kissed her hair. "We need to go back." Achilles said as he held her in his arms again and touched her back with his palm. The open spots, where flesh could be seen, those spots were soft. They walked slow, he held her hand and brought her closer to his waist and kissed her temple again. He was being kind, gentle to her. Only minutes before he was biting her lip so hard it bled. She knew he was a brutal lover. The bruises on her lip and on her neck proved her theory. The ship was still at the port, the candles were lit and flourished throughout the ship.
Soft music played again as Achilles escorted the both of them back to their room. "I'm going to change." Briseis said as she picked up the dress. Achilles nodded and retorted, "Meet me outside when you are done." he smiled to her and went to the door, opened it and shut it. Briseis stared at the door before turning to the mirror (were there mirrors?) Her hair was still matted and her lip was scabbed. She slipped off her top and then her skirt, left clad only in her undergarments. The dress had slipped on with ease, only tightening on her hips and the bodice. It was meant to clung, that was obvious. When satisfied with her look, she stepped outside and saw Achilles standing, looking at the thin piece of land that seemed like it was a world away.
Briseis saw the drunk man looking in her direction but turned away when Achilles kissed her shoulder. "Beautiful" he whispered as they looked out into the horizon. "Nervous about going back home?" Briseis asked as she felt him slip his arm across her chest to bring her closer to him. "Wherever you go, is my home." Achilles said as he kissed her neck.
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"He loves her, that much is obvious." Aphrodite said as Zeus watched from the well. "Thetis, your son is very handsome. That girl, she could be a god herself." Thetis smiled at her son and his new love. "She's changing him."
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Well! This is a short chapter! I was just wondering if I spelt Achilles' mother's name right? Also, give me more gods and what they control because I'm having trouble with it. I'll try to get more god interactions. Thanks for the reviews!
:A N G E L:
Oh, opps! I'll post all the people who reviewed this chapter in the next one. I have to get better at that!