Savage Truths

"Will you not listen to reason, my dear Catherine? I should think you have reason to trust me."

~Colonel William Tavington~

As the minutes went by, Colonel Tavington became unsure as to how he would tell his wife what she had been given. Not to mention, what he had gone thru to come back to her.

He lay there watching her sleep, and in the back of his mind, he knew she would be angry. There was nothing to be done about it now, and once she was use to the fact, she would come around. That, he was certain of.

He turned his head and sneered slightly at Lady Brobeck who was folding various linens and stacking them under a nearby cot. She returned his sneer with a cold one of her own.

"I see you have come back to us, Colonel Tavington."

Tavington grinned.

"You are a pleasant lady," His voice cool as ice, "But, you are one I have never met before."

She watched him for a moment, and then smiled slowly.

"I am Lady Shannen Brobeck. The Earl Haverhill's wife."

Tavington raised an eyebrow slightly at the name.

"Ah yes, wife of the traitor."

She smiled again.

"Unfortunately yes, I am."

"Are you loyal?"

"Yes, Colonel Tavington, I am loyal to my King and country. You need not worry about where my loyalty lies."

"What of your husband?" Tavington asked.

"As I have told the Lt. Colonel, Tarleton I believe, if I see my traitor of a husband again, I shall remove his head from his shoulders myself. I will not be married to such a fool and a bastard! His own family has chosen to forget him."

"Oh?" Tavington laughed.

"He is as good as dead already. If the King's men do not capture him or kill him, the Rebels will soon enough."

"How do you figure that, my lady?"

"He tends to put on airs, and once he shows his colours…well, the Rebels will either kill him, or send him straight back to the British."

Tavington smirked at this.

"If they do send him to us, or we capture him first, he will die a traitor's death. He will hang and be put on display."

Lady Brobeck laughed slowly, but did not answer.

"Will that satisfy you?" He asked.

She nodded quickly.

"Yes, of course."

"You will have no regrets then?"

"None." She smiled coldly.

Tavington nodded at her curtly.

"Good. Now, if you will excuse me, I must see to my wife. It has been quite some time since we have been together, and I do not wish to waste another minute."

Lady Brobeck waved him away.

"Your wife, Colonel, is a lovely woman. You must be very proud to be her husband and her, your wife."

"Indeed, Lady Brobeck. Now please do excuse me…" He bowed quickly and crossed to the other side of the tent.

She stared after him for a moment. What a handsome man he was. How strong and vicious. Lady Tavington was indeed, very lucky to be his wife. To be bedded by him every night. What she would not give to find out just how lucky the other woman truly was.

Catherine Tavington murmured softly, rolled over onto her back, and opened her eyes slowly. The bright sunlight shown thru the open flap of the tent, causing her to shield her eyes with her arm.

As she did so, she noticed a Dragoon standing over her. It took her several moments to recognize who the Dragoon was, but when she did, she let out a stifled scream.

"William!" She rose from the cot and threw herself into his arms. "Is it really you?"

He laughed softly.

"Yes my love, it is really me."

Catherine hugged him tightly to her. She held onto him as if he would fade away if she let go. She had let him go once; she would not make that mistake again.

"How long…"

He stopped her words with a deep, passionate kiss. The tip of his tongue touched hers and sent chills up her spine. As the kiss deepened, she worked her fingers up along his back and to his hair. It hung past his shoulders, long and silky to the touch.

She shivered which prompted him to pull her closer to his body.

"Are you chilled, my love?" His lips descended down towards her neck.

She shivered again. Not from cold, but from his warm, erotic touch.

"No, William." She whispered softly.

"Are you certain? You have shivered twice now. If it is not from the cold, what would it be from?" he continued to kiss along her neck, and as he did, she felt him nip at her flesh.

"William…" She melted into his embrace.

"It is warm tonight, darling." His lips burned trails along her already hot skin.

"It is, Colonel." She sighed as his hands moved towards her chest.

Tavington cupped one breast in his hand, squeezed it slightly. His other hand ascended to her hair, where he gripped a fistful. He tugged her head back and stared into her wide green eyes.

"I have been gone a long time, my pet. Are you not glad to see me?" The hand cupping her breast kneed it roughly.

"Yes William, I am very glad to see you." She moaned softly.

"Show me." He growled.

Catherine's eyes widened slightly.

"You cannot be serious, William?"

He snickered at her.

"I am deadly serious, my beauty. I have been gone from your bed for well over a month! I do believe, as my wife, you have a duty to perform."

"Yes, I know I do! But, not here? Surely, you cannot expect me to perform my wifely duty in the Surgeon's tent!" She hissed at her husband.

Tavington laughed slowly.

"I am serious, Lady Tavington. None here would dare question what we do. You are my wife, and as such, they would not dare to question whether or not we make love here. Now," He tightened his grip on her hair, "Shall we forget about this little disagreement, and pleasure each other? Or, will we continue this incessant bickering?"

Catherine groaned as his hand squeezed her breast tightly. Despite where they were, she found herself wanting him desperately. Wanting to feel his lips against hers once more. To feel him enter her roughly. To fill her completely.

She sighed.

"I have missed you so, William Tavington." She purred softly as she moved against him. She felt him stiffen for a moment, then relax. She let her hand wander slowly down his chest and to his breeches. She stopped, then continued until felt his hardened manhood.

He moaned deeply at her touch.

"My love…" He kissed her roughly.

"No more of this chatter, Colonel. Do your duty as my husband. I shall submit to you willingly."

William smiled. His blue eyes sparkled with lust, as well as love. He moved her backwards to the cot she had been sleeping on, and laid her gently down upon it. For a moment he stood over her simply staring at her. When he seemed satisfied by what he saw, he removed his jacket and tossed it carelessly on the table near them. In moments, all but his breeches had joined it.

Catherine stared up at her husband longingly.

"William…" Her voice husky with want.

Tavington smiled slowly. He carefully lowered himself to sit next to Catherine, and ran his hands along her arm. When he did not move to undress her, she heaved herself up from the cot, and began to undress for him.

Again, he smiled.

She knows me well. Too well.

He watched as she allowed the pink silk dress to fall to the floor around her ankles. She undid the corset, allowing it too, to drop to the floor. When she was completely naked before him, he hooked an arm around her waist, and pulled her to him. She came willingly enough, wrapping her arms about his neck and sighing deeply as he lowered his warm mouth to her breast. He suckled it slowly, savouring the salty taste of her flesh. His mouth busy with her nipple, he tugged her down onto his lap. She straddled him obediently and pulled his head up from her breast. Her mouth engulfed his with eager passion and desire, their tongues fighting for dominance.

Tavington undid his breeches quickly. Catherine could feel his throbbing manhood against her belly, and she reaching down between them, she gripped him gently in her hand.

He groaned into the kiss. His mouth was warm, wet and sweet, and just the taste of his kiss sent her spiraling.

She had never wanted any man this much before, as she now did Colonel Tavington.

"Take me, William." She moaned.

He smiled up at her. His eyes were filled with lust and desire.

"No objections."

"No, just take me! Fill me completely, William."

Tavington nodded. With one fluid upward motion, he entered her quickly. She cried out as she felt his hardness ram into her. He sat still for a moment, allowing her to accustom herself to him, he raised her slightly off of him, then thrust up into her again.

Once more, she cried out, but soon settled into moving slowly up and down on his manhood. He gripped her hair tightly in his fingers, tugging on it every now and then. She moaned each time he did so. He obliged her need for this, and continued to pull at her hair.

"Harder, please William…"

"Are you begging, my pet?" He purred in her ear heatedly.

"Yes…" She moaned as he thrust harder into her.

"You are such a perfect wife, my darling." Tavington's lips brushed along her cheek. "You always fulfill my every need and desire."

With that, he pulled her off his lap, pushed her back on the cot, and knelt between her willingly parted legs. She stared up at him. After a moment, he lowered himself down upon her, and entered her with such urgency, that it lifted her off the cot.

He smiled at this, and continued his assault into her. Catherine wrapped her legs about him, holding him in place as he slammed into her wetness. Her sweat covered body moved with his, and she fought with all her might, not to go over that edge.

"William…" She moaned deeply.

"Yes, my pet?"

"Please…"

"Please, what?"

Catherine rocked with each of his deep thrusts. If he did not slow his pace, she would be over that edge too soon.

"Not so fast, William!" She begged.

He chuckled lightly.

"Why, you have always enjoyed it when I have ravaged you…if I recall correctly, you would beg me to go faster."

Another moan escaped her.

"Yes, but I do want this to last…if you go faster, I shall lose all control!"

Tavington looked into her eyes. He could see that she was fighting to keep control. Fighting to release with him…he knew he could control everything she did, and this, was no different.

"I have enough control for both of us, my darling…you will not be satisfied until I say so. Do you understand?"

Catherine nodded.

"Oh yes, I do understand Colonel." She moaned his rank. So perfect…

He continued to pludge deep into her. With each thrust, she arched her back to meet them…pulling him deeper into her tightness. Heavenly.

"Colonel…" Catherine whimpered softly.

Ah yes, so ready now.

He would gladly given up control at this moment. He could no longer fight the wave of pleasure that was washing over him, and as he looked down at his wife, he knew for certain, that she was as ready as he was.

"Ahhh, my love…" He moaned. He slammed repeatedly into her, and as he did so, he felt her tightening around his hardness.

"William, harder…please!"

He granted her this eagerly. With one last deep thrust, he brought both of them quickly to release. He spent himself inside her, his seed filling her with a warmth she had greatly missed.

They lay in each other's embraces for a long time, before either spoke. Neither wanted to break the beauty of their lovemaking.

After a moment, Catherine sat up and looked at her husband.

"Now, how long have you been back, Colonel?"

Tavington sneered slightly.

"Ah, you do not waste any time asking questions, do you?"

"No, I do not. Remember, I have been taught by the best."

He sneered again.

"And, who might that be, my dear?"

She laughed coldly.

"That would be you, Colonel Tavington."

He nodded.

"Yes, and you have learned well. You have also, learned quite a bit from the Lord General. I should think, he taught you far more then I have?"

Catherine grinned stoically.

"Perhaps."

Tavington shook his head. His wife could often be stubborn, but he knew he could break that in her easily enough.

She eyed him curiously.

"How long?" She asked again.

"Several hours." He replied crossly.

"Ah, and I have been asleep how long?"

"Several hours." He replied again.

For a long while, Catherine said nothing. She continued to watch Tavington with a curiously odd look about her. Something was not right.

"What did Harris do, Colonel?" She finally asked.

Tavington stared back at her.

"To…?"

She sat up abruptly, and pulled the blanket around her. She glared coldly at him.

"Me." She hissed.

Tavington said nothing to this.

"Ah yes, he did do something to me! I wondered. What did he do, William?"

For a moment, he remained silent. Then he brushed his hand against her exposed leg, and sighed heavily.

"Exactly what he did to me, and to Ban."

She stared blankly at him.

"How could he?"

Tavington tilted his head slightly towards her.

"You know how he could, Catherine."

"Bah! One has to be dead…" She stopped suddenly. A look of horror came over her face.

"But, I was not dead! You were! How could he do this to me, when I was alive?"

Tavington smiled warmly at his wife.

"You were dead, my love. Died of a broken heart…or so Ban told me. Silly that, he is often too romantic for his own good."

"Bah!" Catherine spat. "I was not dead! You are mad, William!"

He shook his head slowly.

"No, my pet, you were very much indeed, dead. Doctor Harris gave you the poison on the third day after I died. Ban brought it to you, do you not remember?"

Catherine thought for a moment. Her eyes widened.

"Oh my God…the wine! Banastre brought me a glass of wine that night! He said it would help me sleep. That I would not dream about you being killed."

The Colonel nodded.

"Exactly!"

Catherine glared at him.

"And, you knew about this?" She snarled.

"Yes, of course I did. All part of the plan, Catherine darling. Ban knew, as well."

Her glare turned deadly.

"Oh of course he would! Ban knows everything you do, say or think! Why not tell him! Surely, my father knows!"

"Yes." Tavington muttered.

Catherine threw back her head and laughed.

"Oh what savage truths we keep from those we love! What else need I know, Colonel Tavington?"

He shook his head quickly.

"Nothing, my pet. Well, perhaps I should keep what Ban has been up to lately, a secret?" He smirked when she glared coldly back at him. "No, but you will learn soon enough. As I am certain he will tell you about it in due course."

"Bah, such savage truths again…really, Colonel Tavington…"

"I am your husband, Catherine. Call me by my name." he squeezed her leg gently.

"Really, Colonel Tavington, out with it! Now!" She pushed his hand off her leg.

"No. As I said, he will tell you soon enough. You must wait until he does, or it will spoil the effect of his well, surprise."

"Fine!" Catherine grumbled and lay back down. She tugged the blanket closer around her.

Tavington watched her for a long time. He reached over, yanked the blanket off of her, and threw in on the floor of the tent.

"I do not believe, you will be in need of that blanket any longer, Lady Tavington. I will keep you warm tonight. I am all that you need."

He leaned over and kissed her feverishly. She returned his kiss with equal desire.

"Oh my handsome Colonel! You are quite the amourous man tonight!" She giggled.

"What did you expect?" He teased. "I have been dead for well over thirty days! I had plenty of time to lay there and dream of you naked in my bed."

"Another savage truth, William?"

He laughed.

"You could say that, Catherine. Though right now, the only truth you need to hear, is that I would like to ravish my wife once more."

Catherine pulled him over on top of her. He settled between her spread legs, and hugged her to him.

"How long do you plan to ravish me, Colonel Tavington?"

He smiled down at her. He could still hear someone moving about in the tent. He knew exactly who it was.

"Until Lady Brobeck can no longer stand our cries of pleasure." He kissed Catherine deeply.

"Ah, another savage truth."

Tavington thrust into her without warning, causing her to arch up off the cot.

He smiled icily.

"Yes."