Thanks everyone for the reviews! Only 20 more from 300! Achilles and Briseis will have a son (after Ruby) but I can't think of a good Greek name for him. Can someone suggest a name in their review or a website I can go to. This chapter tells who poisoned Briseis as Achilles investigates the next day, while she is still in bed, ill and throwing up. I promise I will try to make this longer since the last one was rather short. I hope you all give me great reviews. So, without further ado,

Here is...

Chapter Nineteen

Achilles hadn't slept most of that night, Briseis' fever had dropped but she still was throwing up. She got up periodically and ran to the bathroom where she threw up in the sink. He loved the woman to death but even he was grossed out. She cried most of the night because of the pain she was in, her stomach and throat both ached. His blue eyes stayed open as he looked through the dark for some more blankets, Briseis kept getting the chills and even he couldn't keep her warm. When she did finally start to sleep, her tears soothed away, Achilles got up and started dressing. I'm going to find that cook he thought as he kissed Briseis on the forehead. She was still sweating a bit but she had kicked away most of the blankets.

"Love you, my sweet wife." Achilles said as he kissed her on the lips and turned away. He opened the door, it was empty except for the slight noise downstairs. The workers were told to be quiet in the early morning hours, not because Achilles slept still but he wanted peace and quiet in the morn hours. He had hired a new cook because he suspected the old one of stealing and the many complaints he had gotten from his female workers, saying he was abusive towards them. He had left with a grudge, but Achilles had ignored it. Maybe he shouldn't have done that, if he hadn't ignored it, the man would be in prison and Briseis wouldn't have been poison. He loved her more than anything, and would do anything to protect her. She made him want to be better, the way her eyes sparkled when she saw him or the way she let herself be lost in his arms, it made him feel something like he never felt before.

Achilles walked down the stairs that creaked with the sudden weight. The workers all walked outside and hadn't noticed him. The cook was already up and singing in the kitchen. That part was obvious, his deep voice seemed to flow through the walls. The door to the kitchen was locked which angered Achilles greatly, what if he was poisoning his wife? Her pretty face flashed through his mind as he kicked the door and saw the cook standing over the daily broth, his fingers holding something. It wasn't a bottle or anything, it seemed to be a spice. "What is that in your hand?" Achilles asked suspiciously as the cook drizzled the rest of the spice or whatever it was into the broth. "Aw, sir, this," the cook said as he held up his hand, in his palm were a few pieces of green, "is my new spice. It's from the gardens. Why do you ask?"

He shook his head and said nothing but walked out of the room. It boggled him how a purple substance could only be in his wife's broth and not in the others. These soups were handed out randomly, you never knew who got what. Achilles ran a hand through his tousled hair that was not yet combed as he climbed the stairs that still creaked. His door that led to his beloved was shut and locked, it made him feel secure that he could control how truly safe his wife was. He slipped out the wooden key and into the lock. Achilles opened it to see Briseis, who still slept on the bed, the woolen covers pulled up to her chin, yet she still shivered.

She had heard him enter, it almost frightened her that she didn't hear him move about. A sudden weight on the bed made her almost jump in fear. But the fear had vanished as she felt Achilles' calloused hand rub her face and spread kisses over her neck, he had lowered the blanket. Briseis' opened her eyes and rolled over, taking the wool blankets with her. The man, this perfect man with his bright blue eyes and blonde locks, stood over her, adoration in his eyes. Any woman would say Achilles was flawless, no man could be more handsome and as loving or as controlling as him. But, only he, only he, thought of her as flawless. She would never knew that feeling again. No other man would touch her like he did, kiss her or make love to her like he would. She would never bear any man's children except Achilles'. Briseis of Troy, would never utter another man's name. He controlled her like that, he controlled her thoughts. She liked that though, that meant he thought another man actually wanted her.

When Briseis grew up in Troy, no one had ever given her a look until Achilles' swept her up off her feet. His eyes held only devotion for her, she liked that. Achilles smiled at his wife and leaned down to kiss her. His chapped lips were mesmerized by her moist ones that still tasted of strawberry. The kiss became deeper as he threw off the wool covers and settled between her legs. Achilles pulled away to stare in Briseis' coffee eyes. "You've got the most unbelievable blue eyes I've ever seen." She said as she took her hand and framed his face.

"I love you always forever." Achilles said as he kissed her again, his tongue traced the outline of her lips. Briseis pulled away and looked back into his cerulean eyes and whispered, "Make love to me." he didn't need to be told twice. She wore her nightgown that was soaked from her sweating the night before. He noted she was a bit pale but her eyes were alive and danced in sunlight. Achilles continued to straddle her but sat up and pulled off his tan shirt, his muscles clenched slightly. He leaned back down and took her lips in his and ran his hands over the insides of her arms. Briseis shivered with delight as he rode up her nightgown, he touched the inside of her thigh and it set her on fire. Achilles smiled as he felt her tremble under him in pleasure.

He took the hem of her nightgown and pulled it over her head. Every time he saw her naked, he felt like it was the first time. He noticed new curves or the way she looked in different lights. Achilles leaned back down to Briseis' face and kissed her again, his kisses drifted down to her neck. She gasped as he dipped his tongue out to taste her sweet flesh. Her skin tasted like nothing he had ever tasted, he had done this to many, many women and it never tasted like this. He heard Briseis' gasp again as his kisses continued to go lower until they reached her tummy. It seemed to be firmer than before but he didn't notice. Briseis' hands wound themselves in his hair and she pulled lightly, not enough to hurt. His blue eyes looked up from his ministrations and up to her face. "I'm going to give you more pleasure than ever before." he whispered as he kissed lower until his hands took her legs and spread them wide apart.

Briseis gasped as she felt his kisses on her inner thigh, gradually getting higher and on his face, Achilles felt the head radiating from her core. "Looks delicious." Achilles said as he commented on her lower body. His kisses went from the inside of her thighs to her very center, he kissed it lightly and it drove her crazy. He put more pressure in his kisses as he savored her sweet, sweet flavor. Briseis whimpered crazily as Achilles put more pressure and his tongue slipped inside her and moved around at a fast pace. He continued these attentions until Briseis cried with joy.

"Please, please!" She screamed as he lifted his head from between her legs and looked at his wife. "I suppose I should stop torturing you." Achilles said as he crept up her body again and positioned himself in between her legs again. He took a deep breath before he thrust into her. Briseis screamed out in happiness as she brought her hands to his back. As Achilles pumped in and out of her, she scraped his back, she had nothing to do with her hands. He winced as blood slipped down his sweaty back. Achilles grabbed her hands and put them to the pillow where he laced them together with his own. It was a lovable act on his part and it made Briseis enjoy his lovemaking even more. With his final thrust, Achilles collapsed onto his wife and she screamed out his name in absolute pleasure as he rested his head on her breast.

She breathed heavily as did he and their hands stayed laced together. "I love you," she whispered as sleep began to take her over again. Achilles rolled off Briseis and onto his back. He winced slightly at the scratches and brought her to his chest, she had fell asleep already. His fingers twiddled with the necklace, her wedding ring of sorts. "You're completely mine." Achilles whispered as he, too, fell asleep. But both didn't notice the person who sat outside the window, watching the entire act.

"Only lovers could do that..." -----------------

Another cliffy! The person who poisoned Briseis will come out in later chapters and who is this perverted person who watched Achilles make love to Briseis? That will all be revealed later. There is your lemon and I am only 14 reviews away from 300! You people are brilliant and here are the thank yous for chapter eighteen...

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