Author's note, Ok, this may or may not be a one shot. Don't know, maybe a triliogy. I have no idea. Depends how much I like it. So for now it's a one shot. This is another child from the overly caffinated Banatics. Sadly lily moved away and can only be reached through e-mails. Hilarious x-rated e-mails, but it's all good. We were scouring the internet for Hector and Andromache fic with a naughty twist, but with good cause, and when we think of it I'll let my fellow peverted banatics know what that reason is. Anywho, we had a thought. What if Andromache and Hector were in love when they met? WHat if they had fallen in love before the marriage was arranged and that's how they became so known for their devotion? Well we decided to write our version of the boat trip to Troy. :) So enjoy, review, and keep a open mind before you scold me. Also the bloody spell check crapped out on me, so if you see a spelling error forgive me.

I had fallen in love with him before I set foot on the Trojan ship.

Why wouldn't I? He came many times before with the Trojan Army. He never looked at me as a prize. When he was out with the Army or in troy he would write to me. His father and my father were friends.

When it was decided that Hector needed to marry. I came apart. It was at that time we loved one another. Half a month later Priam and Hector both sailed into our harbors, a week later we were engaged.

But I had not yet bled, so Hector had to wait for me.

Two long years he waited.

Padme grew so tired of the wait she put sheep's blood in the bed once. One day she ran through the halls and screamed I had been cursed. She even tried to enspell me with fertility spells. The last straw was when she tried to get me to bathe in goat's blood, that was a horrible thing to explain. Why a tub of goat's blood was in my chambers.

Once I bled she was thrilled, I could have slaughtered anyone who looked at me the wrong way.

It was a month later when Hector came for me, Padme had the trunks packed the day I had begun to bleed.

It'd been a year since I'd seen him, once I saw his face I remembered why I had fallen in love with him. Why I wished for him to have my heart. Why I wished for him to be my husband. My second eldest brother also noted the looks that passed between us for the entire night. The following morning he sent for a Holyman to wed us secretly, he didn't think we'd be able to make it back to Troy.

And he had been right.

While it had been the hardest thing I'd ever done, leave my family, my home and everything I had ever known. I thanked the Gods for Hector. He seemed to understand what it felt like to leave your family, your home.

He left his family everytime he went to war, and there was always a chance he'd return. I'd never see my family again. Hector understood, he took be below to take my mind from the receding shore of Thebe.

Hours passed, the sound of water woke me from a surprisingly sound sleep.

Something had woken me, but what? It sounded shrill. Perhaps a whistle?

Sadly, I couldn't move to investigate my suspicion.

Hector lay asleep ontop of me. Pinning me down on his soft matt in his cabin. A smile grew upon my face. It took all I had to suppress my giggle. Hector slept with his head upon my bare shoulder, one of his hands lay entangled in my freed hair, the other arm was flung over my breasts.

For that brief moment I watched him sleep.

No longer a maiden, no longer pure, but a woman now. My body had been seen by a man, touched and brought to places beyond pleasure. Places I'd never been close to in all my years. All the whispered talk. The rumors of intimacy had been just that, rumors.

My cousin had been wrong. It didn't hurt, it wasn't uncomfortable or shameful. It was fun. I intended to write her a letter when I got to Troy.

That noise drew my attention again, it had to be a whistle.

I wished to know what it was! The damned noise had woken me, I was tired! My body exhausted from the sudden use of it, but exhausted in a good way. Though I didn't think I'd be able to walk just yet.

Perhaps I'd send Hector to see what the noise was, yes I would. Without a thought I poked his bare shoulder. A small moan came from him. Just a moan. He'd made more noise then that less then an hour ago.

With mild curiousity, I moved my feet. My legs were still wrapped tightly around his abdomen. I lifted one of my hands from his back, "Hector?"

"Hmmmmm."

That was all I could elicite from him!

There was another whistle.

A round mark lay on his shoulder, I looked once more into his sleeping face. Then I licked the small love mark. When I looked back at him his beautiful brown eyes watched me.

The look he gave me amused me.

So I then kissed a scar that lay beside the love mark.

Then I informed him, "I heard a noise."

He lifted both his eyebrows in response.

"It woke me up," I told him.

"Perhaps I should put you back to sleep?"

The thought of it sent rather pleasent shivers through my body, shivers he felt. A smile crossed his face. So I told him, "Once you find out what that noise is you can put me back to sleep."

With a groan he pushed himself onto his hands and knees. But he didn't climb from the matt. Instead, he crawled till he was eye to eye with me. His lips found my own in a very passionate very possessive kiss. One I felt all the way down to my toes. My own hands slid around his broad back, red scratch marks were left from earlier. But they didn't seem to bother him.

He broke the kiss, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Do you want me to find out what the noise is?"

Did I, now I didn't. Damn him! "When your finished!" I informed him. Hector rolled his eyes at me and mimicked my words. That annoyed me for some odd reason, so I threatened, "You better be nice to me. I can ban you from my cabin and my chambers. From what I hear the bride and groom are seperated for two monthes in Troy before the marriage. I'm sure your mother wouldn't approve of the elopement or my sharing your bed before the Trojan wedding."

"Your evil," he accused.

"Aren't all women?"

Hector thought about my question, I smacked his shoulder, "You can get off me now."

With a heavy sigh Hector met my eyes.

I had many brothers, cousins, and uncles. I'd seen that look before. No good came from that look, none at all. "Hector," I warned.

In a heartbeat he rolled onto his back, his hands grasped my thighs and brought me with him. So much stronger and faster then myself. He used the front of his thighs to hold me up, his hands to hold my weight while he lowered me onto him. Barely onto him.

A gasp came from my throat.

"Happy," he asked.

I couldn't speak for that moment, he smiled and let me down a hair more, but not enough. Not near enough. My nails sank into his strong stomach. I doubt he felt them, but I couldn't concentrate on his face. I couldn't concentrate on a single matter.

He kept me pinned between his hands and thighs.

Not allowing me to move up or down.

I'd kill him, just once we were finished.

"Open your legs, love."

I did, just as someone knocked on the door. I prayed to the Gods that person would be thrown from the ship!

"Prince Hector, your door is locked."

Hector pushed me back up slowly.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"We can't find your fiancee. Her handmaiden is on deck blowing a whistle, the mad woman wishes to draw a mermaid from the sea. Are we allowed to toss her overboard?"

Hector met my desperate eyes, "Do you wish to go repremand Padme?"

I glared at him.

He had to nerve the smile. If I weren't in such a enjoyable position, I would have been offended!

"No. Toss the whistle in the sea, have the maiden wait for her Princess in the Princess's Cabin." Hector told the man, he then told me, "Put your hands on my shoulders."

It took all my effort, but I hissed, "Why?"

"It'll feel better," he told me.

I took a deep breath, one that left me breathless. Little by little I moved my hands up his stomach, chest, till I grasped his shoulders. My hands now damp from the thin sheen of sweat upon his quite masculine body.

"Prince Hector?"

Hector watched me slowly put my weight on his shoulders, "What?"

"Where is the Princess? She's been absent for the past two hours."

"I'm entertaining her," his voice dared the man to make a remark. All that came was a quick, "Oh!"

A moment later my own cry exceeded the sailors, and then Hector's as well. I later thanked Padme for blowing her little whistle.