- Alex...
At the sound of the voice coming from afar, Eames turned around, and saw a rider in a red tunic galloping toward her, riding a large black stallion.
Eames brought her hands to her eyes, scratching them.
It couldn't be possible.
This man galloping at full speed and heading straight for her could not be Goren.
And yet...
It was him.
My God...
She never expected this.
Goren reached Eames, stopped his horse, leaned over, put his hand on her waist, and lifted her off the ground.
- What are you doing Bobby...
He gently placed her in front of him, and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tightly against him, and with his other hand, put his stallion into a gallop.
- Trust me. And don't ask questions.
Pardon.
Don't ask questions...
And why.
What did it mean.
And what was this way of coming to take her away.
Without even warning him.
Eames crossed his arms around his chest, pursed his lips, pouting.
At Eames' reaction, Goren smiled.
Despite all the change they had both experienced...
Eames had definitely not changed in that respect.
That little side that he liked so much about her.
In addition...
It was not time to talk.
Not after what was going on.
He had to get Eames to safety first.
And then he would explain to her the reason why he had come to kidnap her.
How could he leave her at home with all that was going on.
The war of independence was not good.
And Goren hadn't forgotten those history books.
Where people were killed by guns, burned in churches...
All for the sake of independence.
And he couldn't risk anyone attacking Eames.
Or worse...
Goren had to protect her first and foremost.
When one of his informants told him that French troops had joined the independence army and were getting dangerously close to the town where Eames' father lived, Goren didn't hesitate to run to his stallion and pick up Eames.
Nothing good could come of this war of independence.
Not for her...
Nor for him.
- I'll take you to the camp.
Gradually Eames felt her head grow heavy, and her eyes close, as she rode.
She let herself go against Goren, and put her head and hands against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Eames should have stayed mad at Goren for deciding for her again.
But knowing Goren...
She knew that if he came looking for her...
It was because something serious was going on.
And that he had thought of her first.
So how could she stay angry with him.
It was just impossible.
- Bobby... Thank you.
Thank you.
But what did Eames have to thank him for.
It was perfectly normal what he was doing.
She would have done the same for him.
- Don't talk nonsense.
Saying nonsense.
How could he say that.
Eames looked up into Goren's face, his cheeks turning red.
But it was that he was embarrassed.
It was so cute.
A small smile played on Eames' lips.
- You can stop staring.
Staring...
Oh... Oh...
And for what reason.
If she wanted to look at him...
Well…
She would look at him.
In addition...
He wasn't that unpleasant to look at.
On the contrary.
She even found him very cute.
With his voluntary chin, his little lips, his little nose, and his brown eyes.
And especially his face of baby.
Looking at it more closely...
He was even very attractive.
Good God...
How was it that she had never made this remark to herself.
When she had him in front of her all the time.
It was insane.
But it had to be said that there, she could look at him at leisure, and carefully analyze every detail of his face.
With the glance that Eames fixed on him, Goren becomes completely scarlet.
Her hazel eyes that looked at him with insistence...
It was so embarrassing.
Especially...
That he was not used to Eames staring at him for so long.
And with so much insistence.
As if she was analyzing every part of his face.
But that was impossible.
Moreover...
He had asked her to stop looking at him.
So why did she continue.
Arriving at the camp, Goren stopped his mount, and jumped to the ground.
He turned to Eames, and gently placed his hands on her waist, and lifted her off the stallion, placing her gently on the ground.
But Goren left his hands against Eames' waist, moved a little closer to her, and leaned his head towards her face, plunged his brown eyes into her hazel eyes.
- Alex...
Goren lowered his face to Eames'.
- Lady Eames.
At the sound of Olson's voice, Eames and Goren stepped aside, red-faced, as if caught off guard.
- Welcome to the camp.
At Olson's warm welcome, Eames turned to him, a big smile on his face, which Goren openly disliked.
Name of God...
Goren had totally forgotten that here it was not the war of independence that was a danger to Eames.
It was all the men in his battalion.
So he had to keep an eye on them.
And first of all he had to start with Olson.
And dot the i's and cross the t's.
Make him understand that Eames was not to be approached.
As if Olson had read his mind, he approached him, put his hand around his neck, and whispered in his ear.
- Don't worry. I've warned the men not to go near Lady Eames. Olson let out a small laugh from his lips. Especially if they don't want to end up fighting a duel against you.
So Olson thought to warn his men.
On the one hand he was relieved.
But on the other.
Who was telling him that he...
Olson would not try anything.
- I'm not going to come between you two.
Olson withdrew his arm from Goren's neck, and stepped aside, away from Goren and Eames, leaving them alone.
Good God...
He had been afraid that Olson would try something.
And yet he was someone he could trust.
- Bobby...
At Eames' questioning voice, Goren snapped out of his thoughts.
Good God...
He had completely forgotten that they were in the middle of the camp, and that everyone could see them.
Gently, he took Eames' hand in his, intertwined his fingers with hers, and guided her to her tent.
- You're not counting...
Eames stopped, forcing him to stop at the same time, and turn to her.
- I have no other choice. Goren put his hand to his half-beige, half-ash curls and ruffled them. In my tent you will be safe.
No other choice...
Did he seriously think she would share his tent.
It wasn't serious.
If they did that...
Everyone would think they were having an affair.
- I'm doing this for you. There are too many men...
Oh...
So that's why.
Eames opened her mouth to close it again.
Goren was doing this to protect her from other men.
And not because he had bad ideas in the back of his head.
- But there's only one extra bed. Eames blushed violently. But you'll have to take it. I'll try to make a makeshift bed for myself.
With these last words, Eames agreed to follow Goren into the tent.
Goren threw back the sheet, and sat down on his makeshift bed, taking his face in his hand.
Name of God...
It was impossible for him to sleep.
And all this...
It was because of the little blonde who was sleeping like a dream in the next bed.
How could he sleep...
When he wasn't used to sharing his room with someone.
And even less to sleep with another person.
Even if that person was his partner.
Besides...
He could not forget that Eames before being his partner was a woman.
And strangely he was disturbed by this closeness.
Goren let his hand fall back, and looked at the other layer.
Instinctively, he got up from his bed, and went towards Eames' bed.
When he reached her height, he leaned his face towards her and looked at her.
Eames was sleeping like a happy woman.
As if having him at her side in the night did not disturb her.
But for him...
It was totally different.
He couldn't sleep a wink.
Eames was much too close to him.
And he could feel the closeness of her body.
Even though they weren't sharing the same bed.
Her sweet almond smell wafted through the tent.
And she made him crazy.
Crazy for something he had never felt before.
A vital need.
Urgent to satisfy a desire.
But he couldn't.
Eames was so cute in that moment.
She looked like an angel in her shirt too big for her.
Shirt that he had lent her to sleep…
Because she didn't have anything to wear for the night.
And she couldn't stay in her voluminous muslin dress.
Eames had his golden hair spread like a field of wheat on his pillow revealing a face with delicate features.
Eames looked so fragile.
So how could he have such ideas.
It was not right.
Gently and cautiously, he moved his hand toward her face, and placed his fingers on her cheek, brushing it.
At this caress, Eames sighed with pleasure.
At this sigh, Goren's blood ran through his veins.
If he would just listen to himself...
But he shouldn't.
Eames was too good for him.
Something unattainable for him.
- Bobby...
At Eames' little whisper, he jumped, red in the face, and briskly pulled his hand away.
Eames moved on her bed, making fall the sheet which covered her legs.
It turned over, buried its head in the ear, revealing with the eyes of Goren a small white panties ivory, which did not hide anything of the roundness of its small buttocks.
A violent desire seized him, and he moved away from Eames' bed.
My God...
But what was the matter with him.
What was in his mind.
Eames was asleep...
And he...
He could only think of one thing.
He was tearing off her panties...
Put her on all fours in the back position...
Grab her firmly by the thighs...
And...
Name of God...
But he was not well.
What he was feeling was not normal.
It was too bestial.
Eames was far too small to be subjected to such an assault.
Especially coming from someone as big as him.
He would risk hurting her.
And that…
He would never stand for it.
She was too precious to him.
So it was better to calm down and go back to his bed.
And above all...
To think of something else.
With a decided step, he left towards his bed.
Arrived at the height of his bed, he lay down there, and covered his body with the sheet.
He brought the hand to his face, and closed the eyes.
But the vision of Eames' panties appeared.
Good God...
How could he sleep with this vision in his head.
For it was well embedded in his memory.
And not ready to leave.
In addition...
Eames' bed was not far away...
He was sure not to sleep a wink.
And above all...
He knew that he couldn't think of anything else than this little white cloth, which revealed his little rounded buttocks.
Sighing in despair, he tried to think of something else, until the first ray of daylight came, and he realized that he had not been able to close his eyes all night.
Then he pushed aside the sheet angrily, and rising from his bed, with a firm step made his way to the exit of his tent, but stopped before the exit, and turned one last time to Eames' bed.
Why did he have to see her panties.
Good God...
He had to get that vision out of his head.
A nice cold bath would do him good.
Yes...
Maybe it would work.
At least calm his ardor.
After a last look at Eames, and with a decided step, he opened the door of the tent, and went out.