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The ball was in full bloom and Tavington never left Olivia's side all evening, making sure her glass was always full. No other officer of the Green Dragoon approached her nor asked her to dance, knowing their superior officer had claimed her and marked his territory.
At the end of the ball, Liv felt it had been a long time she had this much fun. She enjoyed Tavington's company and appreciated meeting everyone her. She smiled all night since she kept hearing names she studied in history classes.
Tavington escorted her to her bedroom and kept her hands in his, lingering in front of her door.
"Thank you for your company, Colonel. I really had a lot of fun tonight," Liv said.
"I am glad you did. Your presence is so refreshing for an old man like me," he stated.
"Stop that, you are not old, Colonel. Well, not that much," she replied playfully. In her head, she could not help but think this man was 250 years older than her.
"Please, call me William. And I hope I can call you Olivia and not be straightforward,"
"No, I will not let you can me Olivia," she replied. She could see the choc on his face and quickly added the rest of the thought. "My friends call me Liv. You are welcome to do so."
"Liv," he said daydreaming.
She saw him look at her lips and knew this was definitely a universal signal for a kiss. His hands slide around her waist and he lowered his head, stopping an inch away from her lips. She closed the gap and their lips connected. She felt his embrace tightened around her waist and he held her very close to his body. Her hands slide up his strong arms and locked behind his neck. He pulled away, out of breath. He rested his forehead against hers.
"Liv, how can I let you go from my arms, now?" he whispered.
Footsteps in the stairway broke their intimate moment; both of them took a step back from each other as other officers walked to their quarters, lingering in the hallway.
"I wish you a good night, Colonel," Liv said, still being formal until the men entered their rooms. "Sweet dreams, William."
"Sweet dreams, my beautiful Liv," he replied.
He looked around and seeing they were alone again, he kissed her one last time. She pulled away and forced herself to enter her bedroom. If she would have been in the twenty first century, she would have brought him home after the party. She could feel this sexual tension between them, but knew she had to be careful here with her reputation.
She closed the door and rested her back against the wood. What a night, she thought. She grabbed the strings hanging from her back and managed to get herself out of her dress. She brushed her hair and collapsed in her bed. She laid down on her back and thought about the Colonel. Her hand slide down her body, caressed her breast before making its way down her center. Her fingers worked her moisture and covered her clit before circling it slowly. She felt her body melting into the bed and she sight. Her fingers dipped inside her, picturing they were his. She pumped her fingers in and out while her thumb rubbed her clit. In no time, she felt the muscle in her stomach tightened and she felt this rush of pleasure overwhelming her. Her other hand covered her mouth to silence any sound she might make.
Once in his bedroom, Tavington started to undress. He could still smell Liv sent on him and he wished it would stay. He could picture her face every time he closed his eyes. He was glad to unbutton his pant, feeling his growing erection being constricted. His hand reached down and grabbed his manhood. Picturing Liv's hand instead of his, he started to rub up and down, slowly at first, but increased his pace quite soon. Still standing, he reached for an anchor point on the wall next to him as he felt his blood boiling in his veins. His mind wandered on Liv's cleavage and he could not hold himself anymore and came, groaning all along.