Chapter Twenty: I Love You, You Jackass

Theresa stirred lazily stretching like a cat, she sighed as she felt the gentle caress of William's finger brushing up and down her spine; barley even touching her. It made her shiver. Burying her face deeply in her pillow she groaned. Feeling feather light kisses being spread across her exposed back, the sheet hanging loosely around her hips, William brushed her dark hair away from her back to the side.

"What time is it?" she moaned.

"Nearly five;" earning a furious look from his bed partner.

"Five in the god-damn morning?" she glanced towards the window seeing it was still dark out. She practically slammed her head back down against the pillow. He resumed his 'worship' of her naked person.

"I must go…we wouldn't want anyone to know I spent the night..." her kissed between her shoulder blades. "I did not wish to leave without telling you." His hot tongue grazed her spine.

"I would fucking kill you." She muttered darkly; earning a chuckle.

"I would not blame you…go back to sleep darling"

"I don't want you to go..." she whined. Pushing herself to sit up; she wrapped her slender arms around his neck pulling her to him. Their lips met passionately; William quickly deepened the kiss his hands go straight to her breasts.

"I must…" he pulled away. "Will I see you tonight?" he asked huskily.

"I supposed…If I'm not too busy..." she teased, easing back down under the covers; she turned on her side to watch him dress. He really was stunning; and what a great ass. She could help but stare at his backside as he pulled his breeches on.

"You little minx." He groaned.

The formal breakfast that the Lord General held that morning was awkward to say the least. William wasn't there, only the Lord General, O'Hara and his 'guests'. Theresa happily situated herself between Charlotte and Harold both smiled at her knowingly.

"You retired quite early last evening Theresa?" The Lord General said conversationally. Sophia Willaby sat across from her looking absolutely murderous. Her brown orbs narrowed as she fixed the younger woman with a hard look.

"I wasn't feeling all that well." Theresa smiled warmly, taking a bite out of the eggs on her plate. She threw a catty smile at Sophia who snorted loudly.

"I was looking for William. I mean Colonel Tavington all evening; he promised me a dance...but he also retired..early." Sophia smiled wicked at the smaller woman, raising an eyebrow. Harold glared angrily across the table as he opened his mouth but promptly shut it. Theresa shrugged before returning to her meal. Charlotte laid a hand on her knee giving it a firm but gentle squeeze.
"I heard also that you were...entertaining ...company...in your quarters for most of the evening." Theresa's cheeks burned bright red, as O'Hara; and the Lord General starred their mouths gaping quite a bit. Theresa bit the inside of her cheek, clenched her fists anything to try and reign herself in.

"I have no idea what you're talking about..."

"That's quite an accusation, my dear." The Lord General frowned at Sophia with a shake of his head.

"It isn't…just an observation..."

"Wow," Theresa had had it; she just couldn't take it anymore. "It's really scary that people like you are allowed to breed..." she hissed.

"Pardon me!" Sophia yelled; her small fist banging down on the table. "I am a lady! You are just a lowly…" Sophia muttered darkly under her breath.

"A what?!" Theresa shoved herself back from the table; she planted her hands firmly on her hips, glowering down at Sophia. "Come on the ones in the back can't here you!"

"Whore!"

"Oh really?" Theresa raised an eyebrow. " Please tell me how much semen do you have to swallow to become that stupid? I'd like to know." Sophia gapped angrily, as Theresa stood placing the linen napkin onto her plate before offering a small smile to the guests at the table whose mouth were gaping open, staring.
"Excuse me,"

The day had been pretty uneventful after her brief outburst, Harold followed her quickly afterwards offering 'congratulations' her a job well done. Her heart thundered in her chest, she had overheard few high ranking officers talking today, about a battle brewing in Cowpens. Where ever that was. She had also heard something about William. Her William. Burning a church. There was no way it was true, who burns a church full of people?

Him? No! Never!

With a loud sigh, Theresa loosed out her hair slipping out of her gown and into her night shift. Flopping down on her bed her combed her hair over her shoulder while her mind wandered to Cowpens, where was it? Would William be ok?

The was a soft knock.

"Come in.' she called over her shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw William peek his head in before non chalantly sneaking in shutting the door with a snap. She was bit back surprise; when William walked straight over to her, cupping her face in his hands and bent down crashing his lips against her passionately. Theresa groaned her hands snaking around her next pulling his weight fully down on top of her on the bed.

"Darling," William groaned nipping at the tender flesh of her neck. "Someone is anxious."

"I missed you." Theresa gasped, as she felt him grip her thigh hardly wrapping her leg around his waist. A flurry of clothes filled the room, sounds of ripping cloth and moans of passion.

"And I you." William smiled kissing her navel.

Theresa dressed quickly that morning, her heart hurt. She had misty though out the morning. Stepping outside the birds sang happily and the mid-morning sun glittered down brightly. Theresa fluffed her long loose slightly curled hair; she wore a light pastel blue gown with a corset. The encampment buzzed with anticipation; soldiers packing up their horses, and chatting excitedly. Slinking over her heart ripped literally in two as she saw William, he was loading up his items.

"Will..." she said under her breath. Turning with a raised eyebrow a small smirk. He opened arm before she all but flung herself into them, burying her face in his chest breathing in his scent. God, he was heaven an angel. "I don't want you to go." She whimpered.

"I have to," she felt his lips mumble in her hair.

"What if you get hurt?"

"I won't." he chuckled, rubbing small soothing circle patterns on her back. Theresa groaned as he detangled himself from her, mounting his horse quickly with ease, he looked down at her. She didn't want to say the words…Didn't want to be the one to break first. But they tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

"I love you." Barely above a whisper.

"Excuse me?" he smirked evilly.

"I said I love you." She still whispered, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the next.

"I didn't catch that..."

"I SAID I LOVE YOU, YOU JACKASS!" she screamed at the top of her lungs earning the puzzled looks from other soldiers. Only Bordon stood at his own horse grinning like the cat that ate the canary. In one deft swoop, he jumped from his horse scooping her up and spinning her around. Theresa squealed loudly as he firmly planted a kiss on her lips.

"I love you too, you insufferable wretch." He leaned his forehead against hers, their eyes gazing into each other's intently. Theresa brought both small hands up to cup his cheek.

"Be safe."

A/N: Alright so we are nearly at the end, I'm going to be working on the last few chapters tonight so I hope to have them posted this week. If it's not too much trouble can you, the reader, take a look at a newer story I'm writing as well, called 'If I Die Young'. It's a Twilight story featuring Carlisle. But I'd like to know if anyone likes it so please, check it out.