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She took longer to get ready for the ball at Middleton's Place, and William was summoned by her father for a small follow up on the actual situation. Charlotte was looking around but her husband and father were nowhere to be found. She didn't want to enter the ballroom alone, with all those officers and soldiers who would devour her with their eyes. As much as she didn't like that, she knew her husband took pride of her being the center of attention on his arm. Walking down the hallway, she passed the General's office and heard them talk.

"Fine solider you are, bested by bed time stories. Give me the horse blanket".

She entered the room to see her father storming out with General O'Hara. William was there, rolling his eyes, clenching his jaw. She walked up to him and let her hand run down his back. Gosh he looked good in his formal uniform, she thought. As her turn toward her, he looked at her up and down, appreciating that she had her dress made to match his dragoon colors. Although she would match every other dragoons here tonight, the couple would turn heads around. She wore her hair up as always; he was the only one who would see it down. She wore the pearls he gave her on her birthday a couple of years ago. The green of her dress match perfectly her light complexion and her blue eyes almost seemed a shade of green too.

He cupped her chin and lowered his head to kiss her. She kissed him back for a moment before she broke the embrace to tell him they have to join the ball. He really wished he was on patrol right now, hunting for this ghost. Or maybe just in bed with his wife, but not attending a ball with so many colonials around. He never truly knew if he could thrust those men who betrayed their neighbors.

He offered his arm and she took his gracefully and they headed out. He stopped for a second at the top of the stair to survey the garden; people were talking, drinking, laughing. He saw Bordon and Wilkins to his left and decided he would greet them, making sure the unboarding of the ship was going round. He also stopped at the top of the stairs so attendees would look at them, or look at her. That worked every time. They felt so many pairs of eyes turn in their direction. He was a way for him to tell everyone at the same time she was his and no one else. He was filled with pride with such a trophy wife on his arm.

Wilkins caught a glimpse of Lady Charlotte walking toward them and he was captivated. It felt like nobody else was around in the garden but her. He thought he felt like this the first time only because he hadn't talk to a woman in weeks, but no, this woman was special. He knew she was absolutely out of reach since she was married to his superior and couldn't never let his feelings show.

"Everything is going as planned, Colonel," Bordon answered when he was questioned.

They were interrupted by Margaret and her husband. She had eyes all over Tavington, greeting him with too much enthusiasm than required. When he kissed her hand politely, she hold on to his for a couple of second too long. Charlotte could not help but to throw her a cold look. Tavington knew his wife and he hadn't seen this look so often, a jealous look. As much as William was possessive of his wife, she could also react when he received too much unwanted female attention. Even though she was the nicest person on earth, she would sometime talk about what bothered her after the event, never letting it show during the event. He then dropped Margaret's hand to whisper in Charlotte's ear, turning toward her and putting his hand on her waist. She then looked at him in the eyes for a second and giggled. This moment of proximity and affection had a cold effect on Margaret and her husband who went on talking to other guests.

Soon, Bordon and Wilkins excused themselves to talk to young ladies. A lot of them were singles, accompanied by their mothers, trying to marry them to british officiers. She was glad she was married. Courtship is not something she enjoyed before meeting William. They were alone in the garden, listening to the musicians playing. She was still holding on to his right arm. They got a bit closer and he put his left hand over her. She leaned her head and rested it on his shoulder of a moment. Guests around them were looking again, but she didn't matter for now, not after the few drinks she had. She closed her eyes for a minute, when he gave her a light kiss on the forehead. She lifted her head and saw his burning desire for her in his blue eyes.

Their intimate moment was abruptly stop when the ship on the river exploded. Tavington sighed and dropped his shoulders. His men lacked of surveillance if the militia would have been able to blow this ship so close. The militia was teasing him. He excused himself to Charlotte, he had to make things better, or at least, yell on some men. It was quite late and she was tired, so she retreated for the night.

For the night, they were landed a room at Middleton Place, so they would not have to travel back to the fort at night. She found Florence on the way and the women found the right bedroom. The maid had undone Charlotte's dress and she handed her nightgown, the one with lace. She passed it on, and thanked Florence. She didn't know how long it would take for William to get back, and her eyes were closing themselves. Just before getting in bed, she decided to change her nightgown for one of William's shirt. He always liked it when she would wear his clothes, so it would ease his mind after tonight's chaos. She laid her head on the pillow and felt quickly asleep.

...

He hurried up back to Middleton Place, after trying to find out how the militia could have come this close to the center of british army in South Carolina. He was tired, and a headache was starting. He opened the door and saw his wife sleeping, quietly. He restrained a laugh because she was sleeping diagonally on the bed, taking the whole space. He undressed, blow the candle and got in bed. He had to push her legs to have some space for himself. He spooned her and noticed she was wearing something different than usual. His hands run over her body and he understood. Every time she was wearing his shirt, it would turn him on immediately, and tonight was no exception. He started to kiss her neck, but her breathing remained still. His hand slid on her leg, her hip. The shirt has come up in her sleep and her buttocks were against his naked erection. He started to rub himself slowly on her. Still sleeping. His hand wandered on her lower belly before sliding in between her legs. He whispered in her ear "Lily, I'm back." She slowly opened her eyes and felt his body so warm against her.

"Is everything ok?" she enquired, as she noticed his hand all over her. Just as she spoke, he lifted her leg a bit for his fingers to enter her. He was still behind her, kissing, licking, and biting her neck. She sighed under his touches. She slithered her own hand in between their bodies, to grab his manhood. He left out a groan when he felt her small hand on him. She started to rub up and down, holding on tight. She then slowed down her touches, unable to receive so much pleasure and give at the same time. She turned her head over her shoulder and William prompted himself to passionately kiss her mouth, they tongues twirled as their breathings were getting shorter. Unable to keep this foreplay going, he guided himself from behind inside her, her entrance was tight with her legs closed, and he started to thrust as soon as he was in. He caressed her breasts through the shirt she was still wearing; it was even more exciting with this layer of fine cotton between them. She moaned as he slightly pinched her already erected nipple. She moved her hips, rocking to meet his trust, tried to grab his back wrapping her arm behind her.

His pace sped up, both of them panting, moaning. He pushed her on her stomach, never stopping his in and out motions. He became impatient, reaching toward his point of no return. She was pinned down by his weight on her, but somehow, she felt so safe with him. She couldn't move, but that was his goal. He always loved to be in control of everything, and having sex was no exception. He was holding her hip so strongly, for a second she was sure she would have bruises tomorrow. He could started to feel her stomach muscles tighten, saw her arch her back. His fingers found easily her swollen clit and rub it until she was shaking. Just before he came into her, he bitted her shoulder. She turned her head in surprise, but she knew how he could be hard in the heat of the moment. He came as he felt her muscles contracted around him, groaning loudly.

He pulled himself out as she turned on her back. He leaned in to kiss her slowly, letting her know how much he loves her. Normally, she would curled up on his chest to fall asleep, but tonight, he was to one to put his head of her shoulder, caressing her breast through the shirt she was still wearing.

"Will, can I tell you something?" she said, as she caressed his back.

"Of course, my love."

"I want this war to be over soon so I can stop worrying about you all day. So you can be in my bed every night."

"Trust me, I want to nothing more than the same. In a couple of days, I've planned an ambush, and we should stop this militia for good."