"Damn him," Tavington muttered under his breath as he left Cornwallis' meeting tent. He had all but taken the battle of Camden and what did he have to show for it? Another berating! This time, his tactics had earned him the nickname, 'the Butcher' among the Colonials. Cornwallis had left the issue, stating that they would discuss it the next morning.

William lightly brushed a hand across the right side of his face, feeling the dried blood from the battle earlier in the day, and headed to the medic's tent to clean up.

"Colonel," a doctor greeted him; "Gillian can assist you as soon as she is done wrapping that corporal's leg," He gestured to a corner of the tent where Gillian was kneeling over an injured soldier.

William waited near the entrance of the tent until Gillian was finished and made her way over to him.

"It's nothing; I hardly felt it," He spoke as she assessed his wound, wiping the blood away with a damp cloth.

"Just a graze," Gillian replied. "You needn't even have a stitch. It should be healed in a couple of days."

Tavington did not reply, but stood to leave.

"Not yet," the woman stopped him. "This should help."

Reaching into a jar, she extracted a salve and carefully spread it on the colonel's wound, lingering momentarily on his jaw before looking away from him. Tavington's wound stung but he did not wince.

"Is that all?"

"Yes Sir."

William turned and left to seek Molly. She was in her tent, apparently just having finished with her work, her hair unbound and snarled, skirts awry. Tavington's nose wrinkled.

"You even smell like him," he spoke cuttingly. "How can I take you like this? With O'Hara all over you?"

"It is a business, Colonel. Now, if you allow me time to bathe, I shall be ready for you."

The colonel chortled but settled himself on her cot and waited while she bathed, grabbing a brush and stroked her wet hair when she finished. Molly closed her eyes and allowed him to treat her as she sat dressed in a thin shift on the edge of her cot. Tavington brushed her hair until it was smooth, not a snarl remaining.

"Better?" Molly asked, opening her eyes, releasing a contented sigh.

William leaned in close to the side of her neck, breathing softly against it; his hands worked nimbly at the back of her shift, sliding it halfway down her shoulders.

"Better."

Molly took his hands and guided them down her body, pausing as he caressed her breasts. Her lips parted and she leaned against his chest.

Tavington moved his hands down to her hips, taking her shift with him. Molly stood up briefly and let the shift fall around her ankles before she turned to face the colonel.

"Come here," he pulled her into his lap and kissed her hungrily, parting her lips with his tongue.

Molly moaned and tangled her hands in his hair, removing his queue. Tavington forced her onto the cot and bit at her neck as she wrapped her legs around him. The colonel reached down and eased his right index finger into her. Molly stifled a moan, biting her lip as the colonel unbuttoned his breeches and removed his finger before entering her.

"William…" Molly said soundlessly as Tavington thrust deeply into her. Tavington burned her skin with hot kisses, cradling her head in his hand.

Molly shivered with pleasure and rose to meet his quickening thrusts. Her breathing was shallow and urgent as she gripped his shoulders.

"Relax, Molly," William murmured, pulling her hands off of his shoulders and holding them above her head.

The woman breathed deeply as the colonel held her wrists in one hand and trailed the other down her body, resting on her hip.

"William, please…"

Tavington pulled out and thrust roughly into her, releasing himself within her. Molly was still warm; he found her spot and flicked his tongue over it. The follower came with a shuddering moan and then fell silent, panting. William lay down beside her and kissed her gently, stroking the side of her face.

Molly smiled and took his hand in hers, lightly touching her lips to his fingertips.

"You still have to pay," she whispered.

William pouted.

"And we were just having fun…" he spoke, giving her a patronizing kiss.

"I have a full night," Molly smirked.

"Are you really going to put me out now? Those men are hardly worth it," the colonel spoke in a low tone, suckling her earlobe.

Molly shifted, exposing her neck to him and he lightly bit and sucked at her pale skin. Still, she would not ascent to him and turned to face him.

"Enough, William. I must dress."

Tavington sighed, buttoned his breeches and sat up, looking over at Molly, his icy eyes raking in the sight of her naked body, draped enticingly in white sheets. There was a faint glow in her cheeks and he kissed them before rising from the cot.

"Your coin…" tavington handed her a small purse with several coins in it.

"Thank you, Sir." Molly pecked him chastely and dismissed him from her tent.