Sharpe's Exploits

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

"But why isn't she here with you then? I know I oughtn't ask but still. She's young, sweet and innocent and I'm sure she's happy being your wife Richard, yet is that what you want? Youth, sweetness and innocense tend to expire in one way or the other."

She lay back, resting her head on his arm, her words had not been accusing, but there was an undoubtable trace of bitterness to them.

"No I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought it up Richard. I really only want you to be happy. A country house in essex with the pigs and a battalion of little ones."

Turning to face him again, "I just wish it would be different, that you wouldn't be so damned honourable. I know it doesn't amount to anything to ask what might have happened, but still.."

Leaning closer and pressing her lips to hers. "Make love to me Richard."

 

[Katamari Roller]

Ah, so she had been raped once before. Not strange then that she showed such resilience to... everything, really. She was definitely a fanatic, someone you couldn't reason with when it came to punishments. Yes, not even rape might work on her, although Alfonso hoped to rely more on the threat than the act itself.

"I see..." Alfonso nodded to himself, wondering what information this woman could possibly give him that meritted trusting her, being more or less deaf to her words about punishments and gang-rape. Right now, there was no information, not even a hint. She was just offering to give him something that would put him in the good side of Lord Wellington. Him. Not Sharpe, or his superior officer. Alfonso de Avellanos y Marca himself. She really had to have a low opinion of him to think that he would bite the bait that easily.

So no, he couldn't afford the risk of untying a mad woman like her. Not without at least knowing more or less what the information could relate to. His eyes went back to her visage.

"Tell me what this information is about, and I will consider agreeing to your request. If you think I am going to accede to your conditions out of curiousity or greed, you are sorely mistaken. "

 

[Steiner]

Richard Sharpe

He stroked her hair. "A minute ago you were damning me for NOT being so honourable, sweet Kate. Make your mind up."

He smiled. "Dear Kate, who knows what could have happened? Certainly you met me at the wrong end of my career. I'm wealthy now, and I've found that being wealthy eases a lot of those problems I used to have with my career."

Rolling her into his arms, he kissed her soundly - her closeness for so long having awoken him again. Taking her hand in his, he raised it up next to her head on the pillow, kissing the delicate skin of the inside of her wrist.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Justine de Villiers

"Is it the Catholic fervour talkiing Captain de Avellanos?"

She smiled again and tilted her head. "I suppose one of your hussars got hold of my sabretasche? Of course they did, soldiers are always keen on getting their thieving hands on something that might be worth money. You will find, have not your gallant lads used it as kindling, documents for Milord Wellington himself."

Leaning back, stretching her legs out in front of her, her left one exposed where de Avellanos had cut away her breeches, the white fabric stained pink. "And as a token of your honourable conduct I would ask you to allow me to use the facilities lest you want me to soil myself . Rest assured it wouldn't befit neither of us. although Major Sharpe thought it wouldn't matter. Ah the English and their vices."

She looked at him intently, small smile on her broken lips.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

"I'm sorry for asking Richard but I needed to know. I thought perhaps that I was special but it was obviously not so."

Smiling sadly as he pressed his lips to her wrist, the touch ever so gentle. Kate leaned back, pulling at the straps of her gown, freeing herself from the garment and laying back on the bed as he slid it down her slender body. Spreading her legs to allow him acces as he rolled on top of her, lips pressed to hers.

"But at least I learned a lesson Richard, never chase a dream, it won't do you any good in the end."

Pulling him closer and kissing him.

 

[Steiner]

He stopped and looked down at her bravely smiling face.

"Kate, I never said you weren't special - you're a wonderful girl and if I didn't feel anything for you, I wouldn't be doing this. Dreams are what you make of them - I couldn't ever have guessed I'd come this far."

He kissed her again, more heat behind it, this time.

"Tell me this isn't doing you some good." he grinned, his slightly twisted grin.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

Kate gasped as he kissed her again, the hardness beneath the coarse fabric of his trousers ground against her naked sex.

"It is good Richard, but it won't last and what will be left of it then?" She kissed him again, a shade desperate perhaps as she reached down between them, pulling at his buttons of his overalls. "This will be a memory, the war will be a memory, and you will go home to England, to your country house in Essex and raise a family. And Kate will be but a memory."

She had tears in her eyes yet she pulled his overalls open, wrapping her legs around his, urging him to enter her.

"And perhaps you'll recall me, when you have a glass of Savage's Port, and you will smile, thinking of the girl with the romantic ideas Richard."

Her hand finding his manhood, moving it to her mound, the wetness of it prompting him to push home and once again entering her.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Alfonso smiled back at Justine. She was beautiful when she wasn't talking about ripping heads off with her teeth (or at least implying that possibility), and even more so in how she teased him. He found he quite liked being teased like that. It was somewhere between a woman's daring manner, and a soldier's liberal mind. That combination made Justine even more appealing than Alfonso could ever have guessed her to be.

He nodded, and moved back to the entrance to tell the hussar to go get the French woman's sabretasche. Coming back, he hurried to the table.

"Yes, yes, just a moment. Allow me to finish the healing while my men bring the sabretasche."

So, offering her a honorful death had worked. Truth be told, he had actually expected her to take it up, but Alfonso was genuinely happy that she had decided not to. It would be a pity, or so he thought as he kneeled beside her left leg and poured some brandy on her wound.

"Would you mind moving your left leg further away from the other? I need the space to dress the wound."

 

[Steiner]

Major Sharpe

He kissed her nose before pushing down with his hips slowly.

"Or I could be dead on a mountain pass this time next week, and you'll be the one left to wonder and remember. It's a far more likely scenario. You may not be my wife, but you'll never be my widow either, Kate."

This time was more tender, at first, slow gliding movements of the hips that slowly built up over time. He kissed her, drawing her lip through his, tasting her tongue, nuzzling against he shoulder as he slowly built up pace and pressure.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Justine de Villiers

Without a word she spread her words wider, allowing him access to her wounded thigh. The white fabric splattered with blood and mud and she realised that she must be stinking of sweat, powder and the lingering smell of horse that accompanied every cavalry officer.

She smiled down at him as he crouched by her feet. "Don't worry I won't try to kick you."

The brandy burned at her wound but she kept silent. Pain was after all feeting an emotion and Justine had long since learned how to disregard it. She was fearless verging on reckless mostly because of this realisation. Pain would pass.

"So while we're waiting a taste of the brandy would not go amiss and perhaps you would consider letting me put my hands on my lap like a lady." She had smiled as she said it, clearly understanding that neither de Avellanos nor herself considered her being such.

"How many men did you lose in the final charge Captain? It's not that I pity them but I can compliment them on their bravery. I take it it's your first command?"

Leaning back, spreading her legs further as de Avellanos was wiping away the last drops of brandy from her thigh and applying a bandage to it.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Alfonso grinned to himself as he finished bandaging Justine's leg.

"I lost fifteen men in that last charge, although perhaps some of them can still be saved. I trust the surgeons will be already working on them. If not them, then at least the Portuguese... they sure didn't look like soldiers, so I guess they can at least take care of the wounded."

He chuckled to himself, remembering the retreat of the Portuguese cavalry. If he had the chance to put them between the enemy and his own cavalry next time, he would be sure to do so.

"And yes, it is my first command." Standing up, Alfonso tapped his own back. To his surprise, he found it didn't hurt as much as he had expected it to after the fall. "Hmmm... I thought my back would hurt by now. Remember when I threw you down, off your horse? I landed first and on my back. I guess the ground was not rocky there... I can't remember now."

Taking the bottle of brandy, he uncorked it and put it to Justine's lips. "Look up at me when you want me to tilt it, and look down when you want me to stop."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Justine de Villiers

She parted her lips prompting him to put the neck of the bottle at them, the brandy stung in her wounds but the warm feeling as the liquid flowed down her gullet quickly took precedence.

The alcohol felt good, numbing the pain in her arms as well as taking her mind of the fact that she was being subject to the good-will of de Avellanos. Swallowing the amber liquid as fast as she could and she'd probably have drained it had not de Avellanos pried it from her lips.

"So Captain, will you be so kind to cut my bonds now? I will endeavour not to scratch your eyes out." Justine smiled again, licking her lips again, tasting the last droplets of the brandy.

"And as I would appreciate it if you would let me attend some private business as well. And since you're such a concientous young officer I'd let you watch if that would stay your worries that I'd try and escape."

Laughing at his discomfit with her coarse allusions. "As I said Captain, I never claimed to be a lady."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

Kate giggled as he kissed her nose, the gesture striking her as thoroughly gentle as oppose to the increased pace of Richard's thrusts.

"You won't die Richard. You're indestructible"

She panted as she spoke, his manhood pushing inside her and the friction both inside and to her petal making her head spin. The way he made her body respond overshadowed even her most private fantasies. His hands on her cheeks, as he pressed his lips to hers, their tongues finding eachother, her teeth sinking into his lip as he pushed deeper still.

"Lay on your back Richard."

Kate whispered the words, her hands pressed against his chest.

 

[Steiner]

Richard Sharpe

He was heartened by her improved humour. He knew that, on any sort of examination, what he was doing here was monstrous. He had a new wife back in England, and here he was being flagrantly unfaithful to her.

Not only that, but it was clear that Kate was labouring under no false pretences. She didn't think he'd leave his wife. Didn't think he loved her in particular - although he was very fond of her and he hoped he'd made that plain.

She had no illusions of a fairytale ending - which made her quite like himself, Sharpe thought.

At her request, he rolled over on the narrow bed, holding tight to her, so that she swung up with his momentum. He stared up at her, towering majestically over him. So beautiful.

He told her so - sliding his hands up from her hips to stroke the flesh of her stomach, her ribs, to knead her breasts.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

She placed her hands on his, pressing them tighter to her breasts. Her dark curls haninging down, partially obscuring her face as she rocked her hips, grinding against him.

Glancing down at him, his expression one of absolute contentment, his otherwise hard features softer as he moved his hips to meet hers.

Kate arched her back, as she felt the first tingle of her climax and urged him wordlessly to increase the pace, the squeal of the bed growing ever more fierce as she rode him faster.

Panting, beads of sweat on her forehead and tiny rivulets running down her back as he placed his hands on her hips, holding on to her as she exploded, feeling the shivers run through her and screaming as she did.

 

[Steiner]

Richard Sharpe

This time he didn't wait, as her hips grew more frantic and her moaning took on an urgent quality, Richard let himself be swept along by the sheer hunger in Kate's actions.

When she arched her back and moaned, she also clamped down hard and tight and that was enough to shatter his self-control. He was panting himself, on the edge, when she began to shudder and scream in release. Slightly awed by the totality of her commitment to orgasm, he concentrated on holding her hips hard down against him, but as she slumped to his chest, he kept his hips moving, knowing that his own climax was a hairswhisper away.

As her lips found his neck, he stiffened under her with a sharp cry - his stomach contracting hard, his pelvis lifting and with a wordless shout he exploded deep within her.

Gasping at the fierceness of each great pulse, he held her close, seeing her wide eyes as she felt him surge within her.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

Collapsing on is chest unwilling to break their connection, kissing his cheek, the sharp stubble stinging her skin.

Kate felt his arms wrap themselves around her and very gently he rolled him over to the side, her long legs wrapped around his waist.

There was no words to explain and there was no need to. The way Richard looked at her, his eyes heavy but still conveying the pleasure he had experienced.

"Was it good?" Kate was still concious of her lacking experience and although she had felt his climax she still needed some reassurance from him.

"I won't let you go to sleep until you've answered me Richard." Teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue as she flexed her legs, squeezing his waist.

 

[Steiner]

He laughed and lightly bit her nose end in rebuke.

"It was wonderful, Kate. And you know it was, you must have felt it. But if you're fishing for compliments, then I'll give you a bag full. Marvellous. Wondrous. Intense. Shattering. Consuming. Beautiful. Fiery..." finally his words ran down as she kissed him to silence.

Richard sighed happily, feeling the warmth of her still surrounding him, their connection maintained. His hands roamed over her body, he was still filled with the need to stroke ever inch of her skin, taste her shoulder, neck and lips.

"You are incredible, Kate. Never let anyone make you believe you're ordinary."

 

[Katamari Roller]

She parted her lips prompting him to put the neck of the bottle at them, the brandy stung in her wounds but the warm feeling as the liquid flowed down her gullet quickly took precedence.

The alcohol felt good, numbing the pain in her arms as well as taking her mind of the fact that she was being subject to the good-will of de Avellanos. Swallowing the amber liquid as fast as she could and she'd probably have drained it had not de Avellanos pried it from her lips.

"So Captain, will you be so kind to cut my bonds now? I will endeavour not to scratch your eyes out." Justine smiled again, licking her lips again, tasting the last droplets of the brandy.

"And as I would appreciate it if you would let me attend some private business as well. And since you're such a concientous young officer I'd let you watch if that would stay your worries that I'd try and escape."

Laughing at his discomfit with her coarse allusions. "As I said Captain, I never claimed to be a lady."

"Of course..." Alfonso shrugged, humoured by the somewhat friendly attitude Justine displayed. Of course, he was not stupid enough to let that make him forget about the losses his squadron had suffered. He moved to the entrance and waved his two men to come inside.

"Carabinas cargadas. Vamos a las letrinas, y luego volvemos." The men loaded their carbines, and Alfonso loaded the pistol on the table. "I hope you won't mind if I take certain precautions to keep you from escaping..."

Alive, that was. But he kept that to himself. Moving the table away from Justine's arms range, he unsheathed his sword and rested it on the rope that tied her hands behind the chair, blade first. Slowly, he cut it away, and then moved to pick up more rope to now tie her hands in front of her. "I'm sorry for not giving you more time to enjoy your free hands."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

"Compared to your other mistresses I might be"

She smiled and kissed him again, flexing her legs around his waist again as he kissed her nose. The warmth of his body as well as the lovely feel of his hands on her back and bottom made her feel better than she had done in quite a long time. Kate idly thought about Susannah, feeling bad for having deserted her in the Surgeon's tent. She shruddered at the thought. Then again, her maid was resilient and Kate found herself admiring the way she had handled herself in face of the horrors.

"Are you never afraid that you'll get injured Richard? I mean losing an arm or a leg? What would happen to you then?"

It was odd a topic but she felt compelled to ask, seeing as he would be likely to have to go into battle again soon. Before he could answer they heard the harsh call of de Avellanos summoning his hussars.

"Carabinas cargadas. Vamos a las letrinas, y luego volvemos."

Frowning, surely the captive Colonel would be given some privacy? Although Richard seemed thorouhly unmoved by this and she decided not to push the issue.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Justine de Villiers

Standing up and stretching her arms out. de Avellanos didn't take any risks that was for sure.

"Have you managed to locate my sabretasche yet captain?" She took a tentative step to the side looking out from the tent. Two sturdy-looking hussars were standing in attendence, their carbines primed and loaded.

"Never had a guard of honour before Captain, what a novel experience." She laughed as she moved closer to him. "And you, what would your job consist from?"

It was a mind-game trying to unsettle him. Justine had understood as much already. Where threats did not work, profanities might at least if interspersed with a pinch of lady-like behaviour.

"And would it be possible to find me a pair of new breeches afterwards. I fear that although I do not care who might glare at my exposed flesh, there are others who might. One ought to pay some attention to decorum wouldn't you say Captain de Avellanos?"

She smiled again, keeping her eyes fixed at his face.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Alfonso shrugged, extending his arms to the sides in a good mood, and grinning. Although his grip on his weapons was still strong. "These gentlemen will be your guards, and I'll be your peeping Tom, I guess!"

Just as he said that, another of his husssars came in with the sabretasche. Alfonso tapped the table twice with the pistol, and the hussar left it there. "As for your breeches, I'm sure we can get you one from those won't need them anymore..."

Alfonso kept his eyes on her, very conscious of the risk a free woman like her could do when she had the smallest opening, no matter if it was physical or mental. Sooner or later, she was bound to try something. But see if she succeeded despite all of his precautions...

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Justine de Villiers

"Let us just hope that that your scoundrel's haven't decided to steal it's contents Captain. I'm lead to belive that even theft can be absolved should one say the proper number of Hail Marys."

She moved to the side, flexing her fingers to bring some circulation back into her hands. The coarse rope had been chafing her wrists and causing her digits to go numb.

"There is a letter addressed to Viscount Wellington of Talavera and Douro among the papers. It's contents stating my rank as Colonel of the 76 regiment of Chasseurs and further denoting me to speak for the Emperor himself. You will notice it's signed and countersigned by both Fouché and Bonaparte."

Justine once again flexed her arms, making the joints crack, a habit that usually upset people around her. Still it seemed that de Avellanos was to interested in the despatch to mind it. His hand still clasped around the hilt of the pistol.

"And if you don't mind I think you ought to see to your other duty." She gave a short laugh "Might even be your first time..."

 

[Katamari Roller]

Alfonso sighed to himself. He was getting a bit tired of the name-calling. He gave the sabretasche to the hussar that had brought it, and told him to give it to major Sharpe as soon as he left the tent. Or even sooner, if he wasn't busy. He was not going to take the sabretasche with him, just in case Justine tried something.

"Good, good... now, let's go. And what do you mean 'my first'? My first what?"

The hussar with the sabretasche left, and the two escorts walked in front, with Alfonso in the rear, and Justine in the middle. Alfonso kept his pistol and sword at the ready, knowing of the risks.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Justine de Villiers

She knew she'd be attracting stares as the small procession was trudged along the camp. One of the surly looking hussars having sworn under his breath at her, and both had indicated just how gladly they put their carbines to good employ should she try anythng.

Still Justine couldn't help but smile, the more attention they aroused the more lightly they were to run into a high-ranking officer and having a fairly good idea how to handle herself in such a situation, she hoped that they might.

Being pushed rather roughly by the hussars towards the enclosure that marked the sanitary area of the battalion. The stench was quite horrible.

"So Captain are your brutes going to stand in attendence as well? You know it looks an awfull lot like the Court at Versaille."

Seening how de Avellanos bit his lip, clearly not too pleased with her jibes. "Oh perhaps I ought to keep quiet then Captain? I always thought the aristocracy treasured honesty." Stepping behind the crude planks that was the only means to preserve some privacy, hearing how de Avellanos followed suit. Adding in a mere whisper "Your first time seeing a woman's private parts.."