The Killer Angels (Close to myself and Starwhisperer)

[AdaliaRP1990]

Reynolds paced quietly unable to speak. His heart was speeding to a deadly pace and he could feel an explosion just waiting to happen. The adrenaline pumping through his veins was enough to make him scream at the top of his lungs, but he knew that would not be wise. As Abby said, he would be shot. He continued to walk trying to calm himself though the rhythm of his walk was starting to pick up and he looked slightly mad, crazy in fact. Mrs. Hayford was right, he was up to no good. Stealing the heart of a southern woman, but Miss Abby had stolen his heart right back. Reynolds huffed and stopped as quick as a bullet in place. His body was rigid and he turned at attention to Miss Abby. His serious eyes shut for a moment and he cursed under his breath. Reynolds crossed the space between them urgently and put his hand underneath Abby's chin pulling her face up gently as he kissed her. His leps pressing full against her own.

He didn't care if she slapped him. He didn't care if her father burst through the door with a shot gun. He was done not taking risks. He kissed her full and passionately pressing his lips several times against hers in tiny kisses and then in another full one. He pulled away cursing under his breath. "I'm a damn fool Abby, I don't even know what I'm doing. This isn't right, gut's been telling me not to, but my damn heart just won't let go of you..." He took a deep breath running his hands through his hair again. "I apologize, I don't know what came over me." He has a crooked smile across his lips and he took two steps back towards her. He dropped down on one knee.

What a sight he must have been. Kneeling in his blue trousers in the south, shirtless in front a pretty southern gal in a nightgown. What a sight... "Mrs. Hayford was right you know. I'm no good. I'm a yankee, you're a plantation owner's daugther. I'm a soldier, you're an heiress, but none of that will stop me from loving you Abigail." His eyes bore a genuine, pleading look to them. "I can't give what some of these other men can give you. I can't one hundred percent get the favor of your parents, but damn it Abby, I love you. I will take you all over the world if that's what'll make you happy or I'll leave right now if that's what you want... I just can't wait another day to ask you to marry me."

Reynolds kept his eyes steady on her expression and he chuckled a bit at her inquiry. "Well that right there Miss Blake is not a peppermint, so I would advise that you not eat it." He smiled at her, but it faded as the anxiety began to rush through his head. "There's nothing more that I want right now Abby. I don't give a damn that I just met you today. I waited my whole life for that exact moment and now if I let it go, I might never get it back. I could leave tomorrow and miss my chance, I could get killed in the war and I'll never make it back to you... But if I try now I can leave with the satisfaction that I'm ready to die or I'll fight like hell to get back to you. Abigail Blake marry me." Reynolds had to fight every urge in his body to scream the words out. If her parents heard, well there would be an awful lot of silence, seeing as he would be dead.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Abby sat frozen, not moving, just staring at the ring as Reynolds paced. He stopped, but she didn’t notice. And then he swore and pulled her face up and kissed her hard. This shocked her and she didn’t respond right away. Her eyes snapped open, then shut in an instant and her hand not holding the ring fluttered, as she wasn’t sure what to do.

This kiss was nothing like the one she’d gotten when she was thirteen. She was a woman now and she was also acutely aware that Reynolds was a fully grown man, kissing her. Suddenly, she was kissing him back with as much passion as he’d used to kiss her in the first place. And then he pulled away and dropped to one knee and was telling her he loved her and he wanted to marry her and Jesus Christ.

She looked down at the ring, then up at John again. She still hadn’t said anything, but she realized that if she kept silent, he might think she was saying no when all she wanted to do was say yes. She reached out and took his hand, setting the ring carefully in his palm. But instead of leaving or saying no, she held out her hand to him, fingers extended for him to slip the ring on.

Then, Abigail nodded. “You know,” she said, watching his face, eyes meeting his, “when I came here tonight, I didn’t think it would be to get engaged. I’m not sure how in the Hell this is going to work, John. We’re on opposing sides of an invisible but deadly line. Everyone I know hates everything you stand for. There’s almost no way in Hell my parents will consent to this.” She paused, looking up at the ceiling, then said a couple of words that no lady should ever say.

“You’re going to have to ask my Daddy for my hand, you know. He might shoot you, but you’ve got to at least ask him. I don’t know how you’ll ever get him to say yes, but I love you, too, and I don’t know if I can marry you if you don’t at least try.” She looked at his shirtless form. “By the looks of it, you’ve been shot before and lived to tell the tale. Are you going to put that ring on my finger, or do I have to do it for you?

 

[AdaliaRP1990]

Reynolds was kneeling breathless. The sweet taste of her lips still lingering on his own. He was dying as the silence went on. This wasn't anything like his proposal to Kate and that was probably a good thing. He eyed her curiously still dumbfounded that he did it all. He must have looked like some crazed lunatic pacing like a mad man, kissing her like he had been starved and she was some delicacy of a treat and then dropping to his knees for a proposal. His stomach was doing flips as he watched Abigail, waiting for that response. A no that would ultimately kill him or a yes that God forbid, would kill him with excitement anyway.

Then it happened. She put the ring back in his palm and his heart dropped and his face fell blank. Everything was moving slowly now, but the minute she extended her hand, Reynold's thought he was going to scream at the top of his lungs. Instead he exhaled and a bright cheesy smile crossed his face. "Headstrong Abigail..." He laughed slipping the ring on her finger. He was right, it did fit, perfectly amost. It was a bit loose, but it was snug enough that it wouldn't fall off. He kissed her hand, her wrist, leading a small trail of kisses up her slender arm, ignoring the inconvenince of her nightgown. He kissed her collared neck up her jawline and her chin. He was avoiding her lips making her wait for it as she made him wait for the answer. He planted sweet kisses on her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose and he lingered by her lips for a moment letting his breath tickle her skin.

"Love is complicated Abby. I know that. Chances are I won't live to see another day after tomorrow when I go to talk to your father. I won't make it to Gettysburg, that's a damn shame." He smiled letting his lips brush lightly against hers, but not allowing himself to kiss her. "If I can't marry you, I won't marry anyone else. I'll always be yours even if it can't happen and if they forbid me to see you, I'll take you with me. I promise you that." He leaned into the edge of the bed so that he could cup the sides of her face in his hands. She was beautiful, no doubt about it.

"They can shoot me a hundred times and it won't keep me away from you..." He breathed and pressed his lips against hers. If she wanted a promise, he would give her a promise and he would keep it. Reynolds pulled her deeper into the kiss fully aware that this was probably the most scandalous thing he had ever done. His hand drifted back so that it was tangled in her locks. He was lost in her scent, the taste of her lips and fully indulging in the sin of the moment.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Abigail looked down at the ring on her finger and shook her head. It fit almost perfectly, just a bit loose, but that wasn’t a big deal. She wouldn’t lose it. Her eyes slipped shut again as John kissed up her arm and neck, then all over her face. He was teasing her, purposefully avoiding kissing her mouth to drive her mad. Somehow, she was okay with that at the moment. He could do whatever he wanted to her, and she wouldn’t breathe a word of complaint.

“If you take me with you, we can get married, anyway. I would just rather try to do it with the consent of my parents, first.” And in this moment, she somehow, and foolishly, believed they would allow it. Though improbable, this man loved her so much after less than 24 hours of knowing one another. More improbable still, she returned the feelings. If that could happen, anything was possible.

He kissed her again. It felt urgent and filled with a promise, with love and longing. This time her hands both rested on John’s shoulders. If he was paying attention, he’d be able to feel the ring gently rubbing against his skin. In truth, Abby had no idea what she was doing, as far as kissing went, but John seemed to know what he was doing and she was more than happy to follow his lead, moving her lips against and with his as he tangled his hand in her hair.

 

[AdaliaRP1990]

Reynolds was enraptured in her touch letting every restriction he had felt before go. This was a war he reminded himself, in war there is no time for hesitation. War required action, courage and pure gall. There was no one better than himself that knew that. It was what made him so good when it came to war. He had the nerve to stand in front of firing guns and scream charge. This was war. Tomorrow when the morning came around and he was off to see General Lee, he would proclaim his love even if it meant a firing gun in front of his face. Poor Meade, another war ranging right where he didn't need it, in southern territory.

Innocence. That's what he was holding in his arms at the moment. He could feel it in the gentle kisses she returned and hear it in the words that she spoke. It was one of the very reasons he loved her. She was untouched, by the war, by the influence of Southern Values and of course by any other man. He leaned in laying her down on the bed. He was fully aware that this would get him killed. His hand drifted down her body, caressing her slender waist and grazing her hip resting on the side of her thigh. He rubbed it gently bringing his hand up and down the length of her thigh through the fabric of her gown. He parted his lips slightly letting his tongue venture the soft cavern of her mouth wondering how new, if it was new, would this be to her.

He pressed his body against hers lightly careful not to crush her under his weight. Cringing slightly at the tugging of the cut in his side. He could feel the lust heating his blood, hardening him and pushing against the fabric of his trousers. He wanted her, but taking advantage of her now wasn't right. Reynolds pulled away rolling off of Abigail and onto his back. He shut his eyes and controlled his breathing happy with the fact that she said yes. He wouldn't give the town any more reason to gossip. He just didn't feel right. He wanted her physically, but at the same time if they were going to get married, he wanted to do it it right.

"I'm sorry Abby..." He said breathlessly. "I don't know what I was thinking..." Reynolds was still heated, still ready to go, but the risk of getting her pregnant before they got married was pretty intimidating. After all if her parents said no, it would be some time before he could steal her away and if she got pregnant, god knows what her parents would do.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Besides the slight warmth Abigail felt growing between her legs, all she felt right now was protected and loved and warm in general. She ignored the unfamiliar first thing and savored the last two, her fingers pressing into John’s back as he laid her down on the bed. She felt an electrical current going through her as his tongue entered her mouth and sparked against her own. This was all so foreign to her, but she was enjoying herself immensely. Her fingers continued to press into his strong back.

Reynolds rolled off of her and Abby felt a weird sort of separation anxiety. Panting a bit, she rolled to face him. Her lips were cherry red and parted to make up for her accelerated breathing. Her chest was rising and falling with each belabored breath. Her eyes were half-lidded and a bit glazed, and also confused. Her mussed up hair framed her face.

“Why are you sorry?” she asked, just as breathless. “It’s not like we… you know…” Well, he might have known, but Abigail certainly didn’t. She didn’t know the first thing about sex. The girl had never even experienced an orgasm. She didn’t even know the WORD orgasm.

Abigail took John’s hand and kissed it, then rolled closer and kissed his shoulder again; it seemed to be her favorite spot. “You didn’t have to stop, John… But if you don’t want to, it’s alright. I know it’s wrong, but it doesn’t feel wrong to me.”

 

[AdaliaRP1990]

John chuckled at her naïve response. He was right, they hadn’t done anything at least not yet. He stared up at the ceiling knowing that she wanted it now, that’s what her body was telling her, she wanted this, but the minute he propped himself between her legs, well that was a different story. He had gone through this once before, a drunken fling. He knew the pain she would go through and well he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to put her through that. He shut his eyes again the hardness between his legs causing him discomfort. She was luring him. Seducing him and he was buying into it. She knew she could get what she wanted from him, it didn’t matter how ridiculous the request.

Reynolds rolled back over to hear and groaned into her shoulder. “Abigail Blake you are awful. You know that?” He said breathing deeply into her shoulder. Her scent was driving him over the edge and he was sure he could resist and at any moment he would lose control. “What if you get pregnant? Did you think about that? I’ll be out of harms way if that happens, because I’ll be at a battle in Pennsylvania. I’ll be home near Lancaster.” He sighed kissing her shoulder stroking her hair with his hand. “It’s not wrong for me, it’s just not right. I know that makes no damn sense, but I don’t want to hurt you Abby.”

He sat up putting his head between his hands. The muscles in his back were tensed and he was wound up like a coil. “Not to mention the noises…” He muttered under his breath. “I for one can keep quiet, but can you Abby? If this bed so much as creaks, you’re parents might come bolting down this way. Then I’ll be dead for sure and the North will lose the war. Would you want that to happen, hmm?” His eyes peered through his fingers at the mirror across the bed. He stared at her that way, his longing growing even worse. “To hell with this…”

He got up and locked the door with the key the servant had left and placed it on top of the dresser. He shut the shades to the single window and turned the lights off. He knelt on the edge of the bed with one knee and leaned forward so that he was directly over Abby. “Can you keep quiet Abby? Do you really want to go through with this?” His breathing was labored and he could feel the restriction of his trousers pushing hard on his manhood.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Abby smiled a little, shutting her eyes as he breathed into her shoulder. “I am not awful. You wouldn’t love me if I was, obviously.” She hesitated. In truth, she hadn’t thought about the possibility of pregnancy. She thought about her belly swelling, getting big, carrying John’s child, and suddenly she didn’t really CARE if she got pregnant…

“Well… that would be inconvenient, yes. I’d really rather not get pregnant before we’re married, but, I don’t know… there’s a good chance of me not getting pregnant, right?” She looked at John, smiling as he stroked her hair. “It doesn’t feel like you’re hurting me, John…”

She hesitated again, unsure. She didn’t even know there was a possibility of her making noises. That was how little she knew about all of this. Abigail watched John lock the door, cover the window and turn off the light, then looked up at him as he hovered over her. Suddenly, she was very, very nervous. “I… I want to…. I think I can stay quiet.” Abigail looked at John, her nerves showing in her eyes. “But, John, I don’t really know… I mean, I haven’t…” She sighed, embarrassed, which was weird since she’d already basically told him she wanted to make love with him.

“I mean, I’ve never done anything even remotely like this,” Abigail explained, reluctantly. “Before tonight I’d only kissed one other boy and only because he dared me to and it hardly lasted ten seconds. This is… much different and… I’m just unsure so you have to be patient with me, If we’re going to… I haven’t even… on my own… you know. Hattie and Rosemary talked about it once. They said it was nice, but I was never brave enough to try it on my own, you know, because I was afraid it was dirty and wrong to do that and I just-“ Abruptly, she cut herself off. She was babbling. She didn’t want him to laugh at her. “I’m sorry, I’m stupid.” Abigail shut her eyes.

 

[AdaliaRP1990]

Reynolds shook his head as she made her silly remarks. He kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose as his hands drifted down her sides. He could feel the heat boiling his blood and his mind was in a hundred places. "No, that's where you're wrong Abigail. You could look like the walrus girl and I'd still love you..." He kissed the tip of her nose debating on whether he liked her lips or her forehead more. He took a whiff of her scent in and decided that he hadn't kissed enough of her skin to decide that yet. No, he had to figure that out...

"A good chance...If I'm like my father then no, there is not a good chance..." He chuckled breathing onto her lips. His hands had made themselves busy trying to find the place where her gown would open. Though he was unsuccesful no matter where his hands ventured. He had never quite delt with a gown like this. He sighed in frustration wanting to pull the gown straight over her head, but the neck collar was going to prove difficult. "I'm from a family of eleven remember. I'm from a series of nine children, all of which were conceived 9 months after my father commenced in the act. Abby, don't get me started on the male family history. Even my brother's have an impeccable child making rate." Reynolds pressed his lips against hers lightly, but cut the kiss off abruptly in response to her next statement. "I'm not hurting you right now Abby, but I will hurt you. I know I will."

John shut his eyes rolling them back as he was in a great amount of discomfort. He could feel the throbbing and aching of his manhood begging him to ignore the protests of his mind. He cursed the inability of men to control themselves. He opened his eyes realizing how nervous he had made her. It was mostly his goal to try and scare her out of it, but at the same time he wanted to express his love. Although he was sure he could do it with other means, he wanted to give her passion, to make love.

Reynolds held back a laugh, but against his will he smiled releasing the laughter that was pent up. He chuckled softly planting gentle kissed on her forehead. "Abby, Abby, Abby..." He muttered under his breath. "Please just stop talking." He sighed. "If you're not ready I understand. Don't worry about what I think and don't think that we need to do this. I'd go to the ends of the Earth for you, if you never want to do this, then I'll oblige." He smiled again caressing her hip with his thumb. "Honestly, your innocence is what I love the most about you. Just say the word Abby, I will stop if you're not ready."

 

[StarWhisperer]

“John Reynolds, you are a liar,” Abigail said, looking at him. He was just adorable, kissing her all over her face. It was hard to ignore his hands traveling, as well, on her body. She figured out he was looking for the way to get her nightgown off and smirked a bit; there were clasps down her spine in the back. He’d never find them with her laying down like this. “You would not love me if I looked like a walrus, don’t kid yourself.”

She pondered his family’s children-making abilities for a moment, then sighed. “Well… do you care? Because at the moment, I’m certainly not overly concerned, even with the high likelihood of me getting pregnant.” She paused, thinking on it. “I know you can imagine me with my belly swollen with your child and I know you like that image as much as I do. I don’t care. What happens, happens, I suppose.”

Abby scowled as John laughed. “You’re a liar and you’re mean.” She pouted, giving him a glare. “I’m just being honest with you and you’re laughing at me, Jonathon.” She looked away, then looked up at him again. His thumb on her hip felt very nice. “Does that mean once I let you take my innocence, you won’t love me anymore? Because I can’t have that.”

Abigail took a deep breath and shut her eyes. “No, I really, really want to do this, with you, tonight. I know you’ll be careful. I trust you…” She opened her eyes and looked at him. “If you die in this war, I want it to have been you that I experienced this with. Not someone else.” She lifted her shoulders off the bed, though she couldn’t sit up all the way with him hovering over her like that. “If you move, I can stand up. The fastenings to the nightgown you’ve been searching for are down my back.”

 

[AdaliaRP1990]

"Fulton..." He laughed as she protested. "John Fulton Reynolds, is my full name in case you're wondering. That way you can say it when you're frustrated and I'll know to duck..." He kidded with her giving her a light kiss on the forehead. He had fallen head over heels for this woman and all she was worried about was the fact that he was flattering her too much. He sighed. "I am not lying, Abigal Blake. On the Union Army, I would love you even if you were a walrus, not looked like one, but if you were one." He chuckled giving her another peck on the forehead. What a sight that would have been, Major General John Reynolds and his wife the Walrus.

There was a moment of hesitation as Reynolds brought his hand upward dragging the nightgown with it. He stopped right underneath her breasts scrunching the fabric a bit more as to give him access. He slipped his hand underneath her gown and caressing the skin of her stomach with care. He stared at her with gentle eyes as his hand drifted over her womb. "Quite honestly Abigail, I don't. I very much would love to have children with you, I'm just worried about how you'll fare. After all I might die and well it might be awhile before I can steal you away if your father disagrees." He sighed as he touched the delicate skin of her stomach. How he would love to bear a child with her. That was something he perhaps wanted more than the idea of getting married, a child to bear his family name before he died.

John rolled his eyes. "Abigail, I am not a liar and I am far from mean." He chuckled trying to kiss away the pout forming across her lips. "Even when you're angry you're beautiful..." He said trying to ease her out of it. "It's just John by the way..." He chuckled remembering the many school teachers and academy leaders that often had the misconception that he was a Jonathan, when really they were tacking on five letters extra. He lifted himself slightly propping himself on one of his arms. "Abby, do you honestly think this is all I want from you? I will love you regardless of what happens. If this was all I wanted, I wouldn't have proposed..." John was slightly offended, but he knew she didn't mean it that way, so he didn't make much fuss over it. Instead he brought himself back down to kiss her. He couldn't resist now that all formality had gone to hell.

Reynolds tensed at the mention of his possible death. She was right, if he died this would belong to someone else. He would at least have the satisfaction of giving her a child that bore his blood, that kept him in her memory. That and the satisfaction of knowing that her heart would still belong to him. He gave her a stern look, though he was sure the dark concealed all seriousness. "Abby, I'm not dying anytime soon." He kissed her fully on the lips before standing. He reached out for her hand and pulled her gently to her feet turning her around.

He wrapped his arms around her dainty waist fully aware that his manhood was pressed against her back. He pulled her close savoring the sent of her hair, the feel of her soft hands in his. He placed his head on her shoulder kissing her neck lightly as his hands drifted up her waist and to her back. He made himself busy working on the fastenings trying not to seem like some inept fool. "When we're married, I won't invest on complexities like this. I'll buy you nightgowns equally as convenient to you, but even more so for myself..." He muttered into her neck as undid the last of the fastenings. He let it drop slowly his eyes opening eagerly wanting to see more of the beauty that she had to offer.

 

[StarWhisperer]

“Fulton,” repeated Abby. She nodded, obviously committing it to memory. “Well, fine then, smarty pants.” She gave him another look, though the kisses on her forehead made it hard to keep glaring at him. “Well, I sincerely hope I don’t become a walrus any time soon, so hopefully you’ll be safe, in that regard.”

Abigail forced herself not to giggle as his hand caressed the sensitive skin of her stomach, which no one had touched ever, besides maids giving her baths when she was very young, and herself when she dressed. “That tickles,” she protested before looking at John and sobering significantly. “I don’t care if my father disagrees. If I’m having your child, how can he say no if he wants to protect my reputation and that of my family?”

“That was not what I meant,” she said quickly. “I just meant….” She sighed a bit, pouting again even as he kissed her. “It was a joke, John! Gracious. Lighten up…” Abby smiled and pulled him down for a heart-stopping kiss. “Have I told you lately that I love you, because it feels like it’s been at least a couple of minutes and that is far too long.”

As John pulled Abigail up to her feet, her gown fell down, covering her up again. She leaned back against him, shutting her eyes as he kissed her neck. She could feel the dress loosening with each fastening, her warm skin slowly being exposed to the air. That and the incredibly obvious feeling of his manhood pressing into her lower back gave Abby goosebumps. A chill ran down her spine.

She blushed again as the gown dropped, reflexively crossing her arms over her chest even though he was only getting the back view, currently. Abigail’s back was beautiful, like the rest of her. Creamy skin untouched by the sun spanned over her back. It had a slight, attractive arch to it, which caused her petite little bum to stick out a bit more than anything. There were two dimples just above it, on her lower back. Also, for someone so short, Abigail had very long legs. She flexed them now, moving onto tip-toes and down again, looking at John over her shoulder and suddenly feeling very bashful.

 

[AdaliaRP1990]

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Reynolds stepped back slightly caressing her arms as to ease her anxiety. He knew how strange this must have been, being bare in front of a man. Although, Reynolds was a very patient man. He could let her adjust before he tried anything more. He turned her to face him his eyes remaining on her face. His eyes trailed along the contours of her body remarking on the smooth texture of her skin, the flawless shape of her body and slender figure she had maintained over the course of her life. He brought his hand up to her face caressing her cheek and brushing back a few strands of hair. "You have no reason to be embarassed, I promise you, I will treat you well." He kissed pulled her close kissing her fully on the lips, parting his own so that he could run the tip of his tongue against her bottom lip. He kept his left hand on the small of her back, caressing the sensitive skin whilst the right drifted down over her shoulder, her arm and eased it's way underneath the crossed barrier. He held the delicate flesh in his hand caressing her soft breast in his manly hand. He deepened the kiss letting his tongue massage her own and pulling her body into his own, kneading her nipple between his fingers gently.

His mind drifted between the act and the argument he would have with her father. If he was to convince the man to let him marry his daugther, he probably would have to avoid telling him that he had soiled the marriage bed before they were even married. That would really get him shot. Reynolds let his hands drift back to his waist focusing on the kiss for a moment, but soon enough without warning he cut the kiss off placing an arm behind her knees, throwing her arms around his neck and placing the other behind her shoulder blades he lifted her up. He chuckled hoping he hadn't surprised her too much. he walked back slowly towards the bed, plopping her down gently. The faint light streaming in from the cracks of the shades glistened off her creamy skin giving Reynolds a chill. Reynolds stared for a moment marvelling at god's creation, she was so beautiful. He smiled at her. "But I love you all the more Abby..." He said softly.

Reynolds undid his belt and the buttons on his pants letting them drop to the ground. He hesitated for a moment wondering if he was truly going to go through with this, but he had come too far. He wasn't going to deny her like this, she was right, for all he knew he could die tomorrow. He removed his trousers relieving the restraint against his manhood. He was hoping the dark concealed his size well enough as he didn't want to scare her. Reynolds eased himself into bed, kissing up her leg and into her inner thigh. He was sure she didn't know what he was doing, but he might as well give her a bit of pleasure before hurting her. Reynolds ran the tip of his tongue along her inner thigh kissing the tender area before reaching the soft heated flesh between her legs.

He flicked his tongue over her clit holding her hip with one hand and caressing her thigh with the other. Reynolds began to lick rhythmically at her womanhood, caressing the sensitive flesh with his tongue. He slid his hand up her thigh as he sucked on her clit, taking one of his fingers and gently inserting inside of her. He slowly thrust his finger in and out in hopes it would ease her of some of the pain later.

 

[StarWhisperer]

This was an awful lot for Abigail to take in at once. She nodded, a bit numbly, as he told her that she shouldn’t be embarrassed. She believed him without question that he would take good care of her, though she hadn’t known him but a day, and had little reason really to trust him. That mattered not at all, however. Abigail had a ring on her finger and the somehow impossibly true knowledge that he loved her, and she him, and that was enough.

A small frission of nerves shot up Abby’s spine as John’s hand moved to take her breast, but she relaxed almost immediately. It actually felt pretty nice, especially when he rolled her nipple between his fingers. She kissed him back fervently, as best as she could with what little practice she’d had, enjoying immensely the feeling of his tongue massaging hers in tandem with his hand on her breast. Her crossed arms eased away, going to his shoulders and around his neck.

This turned out to be a good thing as he scooped her up and plopped her down on the bed. He had picked her up earlier, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he could just throw her around like a sack of potatoes, but it was. Abby barely bit back her yelp. She told herself that she should be frightened of someone so much stronger than she; he could easily overtake her. But Abigail was not afraid. She trusted Reynolds, knew he’d never hurt her so long as he could help it.

She watched him watching her, laying sprawled haphazardly on the bed exactly in the position she had landed. Her curious virgin eyes watched him remove the rest of his clothes, but she honestly couldn’t really see anything in the dim lighting. Abigail squirmed a bit as he started kissing up her leg. He supposed right; she really hadn’t the faintest clue what he was up to. As he reached the inside of her thigh she felt a strange wetness between her legs accompanying the heat, a sensation she hadn’t ever experienced. Abby bit her lip to contain her gasp of surprise as John’s mouth found her clit. She must be quiet, she knew.

Despite knowing this, it was hard. She didn’t know what he was doing to her, or why he seemed to think that putting his mouth there was a good idea, but Abigail was soon beyond pondering these questions. No one, not even herself, had ever touched her this way, and it felt amazing, better than anything she had ever experienced. There was a slight discomfort from his finger, which hit her hymen; the poor girl was very tight and this whole process would probably not be very easy for her, though she was mostly unaware of this. Regardless of the slight discomfort, though, Abigail felt great. Her hips started naturally moving in a rhythm with his hand and mouth, making small noises that she was obviously working very hard to hold in. There was something building in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t know what, but it felt like it was coming closer and closer as her new fiancé pleasured her.

As Abigail neared her very first orgasm, her hands both clenched into fists. One balled up a handful of blanket, practically pulling it up off the bed and ripping it from underneath herself. The other went to her mouth; she bit down hard on her knuckles, trying hard to stifle her scream, and mostly succeeding, as the wave of sensational pleasure washed over her. Her back arched, hips lifting off the bed and, though her scream was muffled, John would still be able to hear the noise and feel her body tense up. It lasted for what seemed an eternity for Abigail before she collapsed onto the bed, shivering. That was a new experience entirely. She had no idea how fast that had been for the average female orgasm; partly this was probably due to the fact that she had had no idea what was going on.

 

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Reynolds released a puff of breath as she came her hip colliding with the palm of her hand and her back arching sharply. He kissed her inner thighs pleased that he had sent her into a completely new sensation of pleasure. He was sure that she wouldn't hesitate in future times to be alone with him. He caressed her hip as he kissed up towards her stomach position himself for entry. He could feel already how wet she was and the desire for her was growing hotter and hotter every minute. His hands rested on the sides of her thighs as he knelt between her legs. He groaned softly at the feel of her wetness against his shaft. He eyed her sweetly kissing her up her neck and whispering into her ear. "This will only hurt for a short while..." He held her thigh in one hand gripped her hip with the other. He knew that he'd have to hold her so that she didn't pull away.

He pushed the tip of his manhood into her feeling the resistance. He pulled away and pushed again slowly. He slipped in with a little more ease, but stopped for a moment letting her adjust as he knew this was not at all comfortable for her. He eased himself in pushing the girth and length of his manhood to the hilt until his hips touched her own. He lay lie this for a moment feeling how tight she was around him. He breathed deeply kissing her neck as he apologized quietly. "I don't know what kind of pain I'm putting you through right now, but it'll get better I promise." He kissed her on the lips caressing the side of her face with his hand.

He propped himself up on the other arm and began to slowly thrust in and out of her no longer virgin sex. Reynolds bit his lip in pleasure as the sensations sent chills up his spine. He kept this pace for a little while, but began to pick up. His abs flexed and rippled as he thrust in and out of her. Their hips collided rhythmically as Reynolds took full speed. He groaned quietly as the sensations took him over. His hand tangled in her hair as he kissed her desperate to keep himself silent. She felt so good...

Reynolds straightened up taking his fiance's leg and propping it on his shoulder. He gripped her hips and thrust himself full to the hilt exhaling deeply as he did. He continued the rapid pace tilting his head back in utter pleasure. Without missing a beat he put her leg back down so that he could kiss her, having instead propped on his hip as he thrust harder. Reynolds took Abigail's breast in his hand massaging the flesh once again as he made love to her. He could feel himself coming close. The pleasure was becoming too much for him and he thrust himself deep inside of her. As his hips collided with hers he released his warm, sticky seed filling her to the brim with the load. He locked his lips with hers moaning quietly into her mouth. He rolled off of her, afraid that if he collapsed he would crush her. A small smirk crossed his lips.

"Did I tell you I love you yet?" He said breathlessly. "Because I do." He chuckled at his silly remark, though he truly did love her.

 

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Abigail relaxed moments after she came, breathing hard. She mumbled something, but it wasn’t anything intelligible. She looked up at him as he kissed up her stomach and then her neck. “Alright.” She whispered her response, partly to remain quiet and partly because that was currently all she could really manage, anyway. After what he had just given her, a lot of her anxiety was gone. She was still nervous, but not nearly as much, which was good; tense would mean tighter and more pain for her.

Abby let out a very quiet, distressed grunt when John initially pushed inside of her. She took deep breaths while he went still inside of her, trying very hard to relax. He was kissing her neck again and apologizing. He very may well be the sweetest man she had ever met in her life. “It’s bare-able,” Abigail said though gritted teeth, though when he kissed her, she kissed him back gently, despite how incredibly full she was feeling at the moment.

As he picked up the pace, Abigail would make small, uncomfortable noises every so often. It didn’t hurt as much now as it had at first, but there was definitely still some pain and some definite discomfort. Abby held onto the bed beneath her again, looking up at Reynolds as he lifted her legs and continued to thrust ever more rapidly in and out of her. It was definitely a good thing that she seemed to produce quite a bit of natural lubricant. That was helping quite a bit, as was his care with her, though at this point he was going awfully fast, but it hardly hurt anymore by the time he dropped her leg and kissed her, taking her breast in his hand.

When John reached his peak and let his seed explode deep inside of her, Abigail kissed him back just as hard, both of her hands white-knuckled as they gripped the bed sheets. He rolled off of her and she suddenly felt very empty. Abby looked over at him, smiling weakly, though she mostly looked tired. She scooted closer, thinking that, most likely, she was going to be sore in the morning. “You may have mentioned that,” she murmured, finding her voice as she stared him in the face. She wanted to memorize this moment. She hoped it would be one of many like this, but she couldn’t be sure, and so…

Abby leaned over and kissed John’s cheek carefully. “I love you, too,” she said, voice lowering from a murmur to a whisper. She kissed his mouth, then rested her head on her shoulder, shutting her eyes. “I would also love to stay here with you, but I’m afraid if my maid goes into my room to help me dress in the morning and I am not there, she’ll go straight to my parents. And if my parents ever find out about this, they will certainly know what happened, or have a guess, and my father will definitely turn you down.” Despite her words, Abigail was loathe to even sit up, let alone get her nightgown back on and leave.

 

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Reynolds memorized the feel of her lips against his cheek, just as he had memorized every moment leading up to this one. He was sure that at least if he died at Gettysburg, he would die a happy man, distressed that he could not return to his darling Abigail, but happy. Her voice, most likely still finding it's way back into her throat, rang in his ears giving him far more comfort than he really needed. He loved this girl, he knew that and at that moment he was sure he couldn't love anyone anymore than he loved her. He cursed silently to himself as she mentioned her leave. He knew that this moment had to come, but it was just so soon. Reynolds memorized this moment as well wishing that he could wake up to the sound of her soft breathing, her lovely head on his shoulder and their hands intertwined, but that was just not possible for now.

Reynolds gave a small nod of understanding and kissed her on the forehead. "Well then let me help you get dressed." He helped her up out of bed wondering if she could find her footing after the act committed, almost damn near chuckling to himself again. Reynolds picked up the gown with loathe and slipped it over her head helping her get her arms into the sleaves and fastening it all the way up with care. He walked around her, turning so that he could embrace her. With all the love in the world he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close so that their faces were only centimeters apart. "Abigail, no matter what happens tomorrow, war declared, proposal turned down, I will still love you. Don't ever let nobody tell you otherwise." Reynolds gave her one last passion filled kiss for the night letting her go and holding her hand until he walked back to the bed. Reynolds picked up his clothing as he went folding his uniform to set it on the nightstand and placing on his trousers. There on the edge of the bed he sat to watch her leave.

Reynolds wouldn't get much sleep that night. Restless, for the events of the following day would decide his future. If Lee turned down the peace negotiations and allowed the South to continue secession, Meade would order the troops to continue their march towards the campsite of the Confederates. There the snaking army of blue would meet the smoke of the South. There, Reynolds would lead the army of the Potomac and the Iron Brigade. He had little thought of what history he had already made and was going to make. What troubled him the most was Abigail's father. Early in the morning before he left to spend most of the late morning and noon wth Lee, he would present his case for the hand of his beloved Abby. If her father turned him down, well to hell with it. He would steal her away, but he knew for some time they would be separated and her suitor Anthony would continue to come knocking.

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Reynolds had risen quite early. His morning agenda included a desperately needed shower and a shave. As Reynolds donned his full uniform he couldn't help, but wonder how in the world he ever got promoted to Major General. He stood there in front of the full mirror examining the uniform. Yesterday he had been without the excess honors. Today he stood tall white gloved hands fixing his holsters which held a pistol and of course his sword. The sword served more as an honor than a weapon, though he did remember some instances when it was needed. The blade was still very sharp and the intricacy of the hilt was astonishing. It was full gold, including the knuckle guard. Any man who decided he was going to take a hack at Reynolds, was a damn fool, Reynolds guarded the sword with his life. He removed his hat from the pack and slung the pack over his shoulder as he left the room. His eyes lingered on the room for a moment as the memories he treasured dearly were still there. He sighed, "Well then I'll have to make some new ones..."

Reynolds marched down the hall and hoped that Abigail's father was up. He had not a hunch of an idea as to what he was going to say to him, though reynolds remembered he had other obligations as well. Despite those obligations, Abby still remained his number one priority, there was no doubt he'd fight until there was nothing left in him.

 

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Abby smiled a bit, standing on shaking legs when he helped her up. She almost fell over, but managed to somehow keep her balance, leaning a bit on Reynolds as he fastened her nightgown. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, watching him with loving eyes, nodding. “I know, John. I will love you always.” She kissed him back, reluctantly letting go of his hand and heading down the hall. She was exhausted, and, unlike John, slept deeply.

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Abigail was still safely tucked in her bed when Reynolds woke and headed down the hallway. She had fallen asleep right away, basically as soon as her head hit the pillow, and it didn’t seem that she would be rising any time before she needed to be woken up by her personal maid to be ready in time for breakfast at 9.

Master Blake was sitting in his study, the heavy mahogany door propped open as he poured over some work documents. He looked up when Reynolds appeared in the doorway, removing his glasses. “Well, you’re up early, General. Good morning. Is there something I can help you with? Breakfast won’t be served for another hour or two, though I can certainly secure you a cup of tea or coffee, or any other beverage of your liking.” Blake smiled in a fairly friendly manner, though his eyes flicked over Reynolds’ uniform in a way that was very nearly suspicious. He wasn’t nearly as open about his distaste as his wife was. Maybe he was somewhat similar to Abigail in that respect… though not quite as open minded as she, obviously. He did own a plantation and several slaves.

“Feel free to take a seat, General.” Blake motioned to a couple of leather chairs across from his desk, then looked back to his papers. “Something on your mind, son?”

 

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Reynolds had contemplated returning to his room and putting on his Sunday's best, rather than the hated uniform, but he was no coward. He would proudly bear the colors of the North, but in the same token it would most likely gain him disfavor. Reynolds couldn't seem to ease his nerves. His shoulders were stiff and every muscle was tense in his body. For a moment he thought he would die of the anxiety. He stopped at the door of the study taking a momentary deep breath before disturbing Mr. Blake. He thought about war strategym keeping the thought open in his mind as it seemed to keep him level-headed. He gave Mr. Blake a quick nod of greeting and smiled. "I appreciate the offer Mr. Blake, but I'll be having breakfast at the Lee Residence. General Lee had given us the invitation yesterday morn and seeing as we're negotiating peace, I wouldn't want to be disrespectful." Reynolds took a seat having to remove his sword holster to accomodate himself. He placed the cutlass at his side, leaning it against the chair so that he would be able to grab it as he left.

He noted the quick motion of Mr. Blake's eyes as he scrutinized the uniform. Reynolds cleared his throat, more for comfor than for attention. "As for the uniform, I apologize. I was given orders from General Meade to be in full uniform as of this morning and I understand it is offensive in respect to your hospitality, but sir with all due respect, I hope you understand that I am a man of honor and dignity and therefore will stand by my country regardless if my country opposes me." Reynolds kept eye contact with Mr. Blake, all sincerity filling his eyes. For the moment he had forgotten what his purpose was and had to redirect himself. Reynolds stood up and retattatched the cutlass.

"Pardon my manners Master Blake, I just feel that standing would be more appropriate for the case I'm about to present." Reynolds stood at attention with his hands folded neatly in front of him. "I came into your home with no intentions of disrespect. Although, I clearly wear the colors of the North, my heart goes out to the valiant efforts of the South. Every man that dies on the field, whether it be North or South is a waste and a stain on the honor of each side. I understand that the way of life here is held with honor, but I fight because I protect the beliefs, morals and liberties of our founding fathers. When they said all men are created equal, I don't believe they left out exceptions. This war just ain't about slavery alone. I know that. If it were just about slavery, then damn the war to hell, pardon my language. We're fighting for a way of life, to protect the country from falling apart. The south is seceding and well the President, sir would not like to see the country come apart so easily. It would be against his duties if he let that happen. We are all honorable men Master Blake, no matter the color of our uniform. We're all people who believe in the same things, just see them differently."

Reynolds paused gathering his thoughts. "I speak for my men and I when I say, that we fight not to change you're way of life. I don't want to take things away from people, because that just ain't right. I'm fighting because every american, slave or not, deserves a chance at liberty. I want this country to be what was promised. To be a land full of liberty and freedom, not fighting and wars." John's eyes had never left Mr. Blake's and he was sure that the range of emotion was full there in his eyes. "Which is why sir, I come to you today to ask you for your daughter's hand. I understand that because I'm a northerner it poses very many complications, but I am a man of honor and dignity. I am no man to turn away from trouble like a coward, I came to ask you the right way."

Reynolds gave Mr. Blake a moment to gather himself as he was sure the question itself may have come as a shock. "Master Blake, over the course of the few hours I've known you're daughter, I find myself at a loss. She is a beauty no doubt, but what I see in her is far deeper than that. I love her and not even the oppositions in this war can change that. I want to marry your daughter Master Blake and you might disagree with me, but I'll tell you right now, a man can point a gun in my face and I will still come charging. I'll stand by your daughter even if everyone she knows and loves hates me. I'll give her all the love in the whole damn world, but I won't turn my back on the North, just as I won't turn my back on her. I am an honorable man Mr. Blake, I was made Major General, not because of my skill in war, but because I love this country and I would sooner die for it then give up my uniform. Mr. Blake, let me marry you're daughter because I would no sooner give her up than die." Reynolds stood there silently his eyes solid with emotion and his heart racing to it's own beat.

 

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Blake nodded, glancing up to Reynolds before looking back down to his paper. “Yes, respect is important. Core value, really. Good for you, upholding that. I’m sure my wife will be disappointed. She loved company. I’m sure we can expect you for dinner, though? She’s pleased about that. Will you have time for breakfast before you depart tomorrow? That is, if you do depart.”

Lifting his eyebrows, Abigail’s father listened patiently as General Reynolds apologized for his uniform. “I am not offended by your uniform, General. Let me tell you something. Just because I don’t agree with your personal views, per se, doesn’t mean that I’m opposed to you as a person on principle. You seem like quite the stand up gentleman, and I believe you when you say that you are a man of honor and dignity. Your courage and willingness to stand by your loyalties is admirable.” His eyebrows lifted higher as Reynolds stood up. “Your case…?”

Blake slowly set his papers down. “I never assumed you meant me any disrespect, General Reynolds. That’s a nice sentiment there, your heart going out. I agree with you. The death is a waste. I wish there was a way that our opposing sides could agree without any conflict, but it seems that it just isn’t so. You see, General, our side is fighting for a way of life, too. We’re fighting for our livelihood.” He shook his head. “This plantation has been in my family for three generations. My grandfather built this house. It would have been near impossible to be where we are today without those slaves. I treat them very well, especially compared to a lot of my fellow plantation-owners. They get good meals and rest and beverages. I’ve never had a one run away, and they all have respect for me, because though they belong to me, I treat them well. I do not treat my slaves like a child who throws a toy on the ground when he tires of it.”

When John finally got to the point, Master Blake’s eyes widened and his mouth opened, but no sound came out. He was silent for a long minute, staring at Reynolds, then looking down at his desk and blinking a few times. He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath and rubbing his temples.

He stood and began pacing, not looking at General Reynolds again as he spoke. “Let me see if I understand. You are asking me, the father of a woman who is of marrying age, for her hand. That part I understand. There are many things I don’t understand, though, Reynolds. Firstly, how can you want to marry a girl you just met yesterday, a girl you barely know? How can you, in good conscience, honestly think you love her? Do not mistake me, there are a great deal of things about my daughter that are worth loving. She’s very special. But that aside, you don’t really know her. Secondly, as much as it pains me, your uniform is the wrong color, General. I don’t know as though I’m willing to let my daughter’s name, and my family’s good name, be soiled by her husband. Thirdly, my plan was to hand down my plantation to my daughter and her husband when the time came for me to pass on from this Earth. I’m assuming that, given the unlikely chance – yes, I know it’s unlikely, Reynolds, I’m not a fool. Abigail got her brains from somewhere – given the unlikely chance that we should win this war, I’m strongly doubting that you would be willing to take over running this plantation and owning my slaves, General. Fourth, how can I know you could provide for my daughter? And beyond that, how could I know you would even be there? For all we know, I could give you my blessing, she would be thrilled – again, I’m not blind, I saw how she was dressed last night and I know it wasn’t for Anthony. She doesn’t like him at all. – and then you would leave and die in combat a week from now. How would that be fair to my dearest Abigail Grace? I love her more than life itself, General Reynolds, as you claim, also.

“I admire your honor and, frankly, your bravery, for even coming to ask me this, General. A lesser man would have cowered from me; I know I’m an imposing man, and I do own a gun.” Blake looked over to Reynolds again. There was a small, amused glint in his eye. “I wish I could easily just say yes to you, but as I just outlined, I have a lot of concerns.” He took a deep breath. “I need a drink. Care for some brandy, General?” Blake walked over to a cart in the corner and got himself some.

“I can see, General Reynolds, that you won’t easily give up on this. If I deny you until you leave, you’ll return as soon as you can and try again, until either she’s married off to someone else, or I say yes.” He took a drink. “I have a feeling that even were I to marry her off or deny you for long enough, she would go away with you, regardless. Abigail is a clever girl, but somewhat impulsive, and I’m sure if you’ve spoken to her of love, she’s already fallen hard. You seem the type for her. I always imagined her with someone like you, to be quite frank.”

Blake took another drink and returned to his seat. He gave General Reynolds a measured look. “Let me ask you two things, General. Firstly, do you really want to put Abigail through the pain of having all of those who love her hate the one she loves above all? Because she will love you above all, maybe even above me, and she’s always been a Daddy’s girl. She’s the type to give her whole heart without limitations. Secondly, how can you really honestly know you love her after so short a time? I can see in your eyes that you do, or at least you honestly believe that you do love my daughter. And that doesn’t surprise me, save that you haven’t even known her for twenty four hours. That must have been quite the walk in from town.

“That being said, I don’t want to say no to you straight off. Despite the fact that you want to pull my business and livelihood out from under me, I’ve taken a shine to you, though not quite as strongly as my daughter. Do you understand, Reynolds, that without those slaves, my daughter would not have the life that I’ve endeavored to give her? Anyway, I’m willing to give you a chance to actually court my daughter… But I’m not going to say yes right away. I’ll need to speak to my wife and to Abigail, and whatnot. I’m not sure how you’ll manage to pull it off, since you’re stay here won’t be all that extended, regardless of what happens today, but I sincerely wish you the best of luck, Reynolds.”

 

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(So I just remembered that the Battle of Gettysburg was on a Monday... not a Wednesday... Fail... So it looks like Abby will have more time with the General, as there is no way I'm going to be historically innacurate about the date lol. Though I was planning on keeping him there for a little longer.)

Reynolds remained very quiet as Mr. Blake addressed him. His full attention was trained on the fluxuations of the southerner's voice, any swift movement and of course the general message Mr. Blake was giving him. He refrained from showing any emotion as he felt it would change the mind of the good Mr. Blake. His eyes never wavered as any quick motion to grab a pistol would cue the General to make a swift run for his life. As much as he loved Abby, being dead would do him no good. "I agree with you completely Mr. Blake. Sometimes I fear that our efforts will be fruitless, as these slaves have no where to go. Some of the northerners are fighting for what they think they believe in, but ultimately don't accept the blacks as equal." Reynolds thought of Chamberlain, who despite believing that blacks deserved freedom was ultimately disgusted by them. He was perhaps one of Reynolds more difficult troop members, too much of a thinker.

Reynolds hands tensed as Mr. Blake rubbed his temples. He could see that his case was immediately going downhill and the presentation was perhaps very bad. He bit his tongue realizing that he let the passion go a little too far. He wouldn't make it to the war after all. Reynolds eyed Abigail's father as he paced, making the young general quite nervous. He held tense ready to pull at his pistol as defense. He wouldn't shoot at the man, but rather in the general direction just so he would have time to run. He released a silent breath as the general began to speak, he was safe so far.

"Master Blake, I know I must seem like some lunatic asking for your daughter's hand after only a day, but I honestly hope I'll be here for longer. I was going to wait till tonight, because quite honestly I don't know when I'll have the chance to ask again. I don't want to lose her to someone else Mr. Blake and I'm sure you understand the predicament the war has placed me in." He lowered his eyes realizing how crazy this idea was. Reynolds shut them in frustration, disappointment that he had let the convoluted mess of love pass over his reason. He should have waited. At least Wednesday morning before they left, if they would even leave. "My heart tells me that I love her Mr. Blake and quite honestly after a women I thought I loved rejected my proposal, I didn't think I could love again, but your daughter has awoken something in me and it ain't lust Mr. Blake, I know that for a fact..." He paused careful of the words he was going to say, he was treading the lines of the memoirs of the night before and that would not win him a yes at all. "I know it don't seem like much, but I come from a reputable family, who have done great service for this country and also the country of England. My father was a general, my grandfather was a politician and I sir am a General of reputation. I may not seem like much now, but I can provide for Abigail and give her the luxuries she wants. I know that you wish to honor your daughter with the gift of the plantation, but I must decline that. I am not a waivering man Mr. Blake, as I know you are the same. We stand for our values and that's what makes us great men." Reynolds shut his trap for a moment to let Master Blake continue, unfortunatley for Reynolds, Blake had the high ground in this battle. Everyone knows, if you've got the high ground, it doesn't matter what kind of army you got, you'll win.

"I stopped drinking when I was promoted to General sir, but thank you for your offer." Reynolds didn't feel the need to explain the alcohol vows. Most of his men didn't drink and he knew Lee's men were the same. "I understand, I have to admit I didn't think through this, I just figured it was a losing battle, but I would try for the sake of Miss Blake, I would try..." His voice trailed off a hint of sorrow and disappointment trailing at the end, but he didn't let it continue. The stoicism returned to his face and he kept his eyes low.

He listened to the concerns and realized how many negatives there were to this relationship. He realized that temporarily the two of them would be very happy, but as time went on Abby would suffer the pain of rejection. She would suffer and she would hate him for it. Reynolds flinched at the thought. Reynolds shook his head. "She would h-hate me after a time..." It was the first time in a while that Reynolds actually choked on his own words. It was like some invisible force was inflicting a great deal of pain on him. His composure broke and concern crossed his face. "I couldn't do that to her. Mr. Blake, when I thought this over, I knew the risks. I knew that you could say no, I knew that I am prone to death and I knew that chances were she would be whisked away by someone else, but all those risks seemed like nothing, because I loved her. I loved her the moment I set my eyes on her. I just figured it would be enough. That I could love her with all my heart, protect her, provide for her and keep her happy, but I see now that's a bit naive..."

Reynolds let his heart drop until Mr. Blake finished speaking and for a moment Reynolds had to look up to make sure he was still alive and Blake hadn't fire a pistol. Had he heard right? He was allowed to court her? A small started to cross Reynolds lips and he wanted to scream and shout and run, but he knew that would have made him crazy. He raised his arm and saluted Abigail's father. "I'll try my best sir and if I don't finish my job, I'll come back. I give you my word Master Blake, I won't disappoint you." Reynolds placed his cap on and checked the time. He would have to depart now for the meeting. "If you'll excuse me Mr. Blake, the war calls. I will be back around noon for lunch. Thank you, sir I can't express my gratitude enough." He gave one last quaint nod before leaving.

As soon as he was clear of the front door a bright smile crossed his lips flashing a set of straight white teeth. Reynolds felt a great happiness in his heart that made him want to burst into a flourish of shouts and screams. Without hesitation Reynolds retrieved his war horse and rode into town heading to the meeting that he desperately would turn out as well as his talk with Mr. Blake had.

 

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Blake nodded, smiling just a little bit as he was saluted. “I’m sure you won’t,” he said, watching as Reynolds put on his cap. “Don’t be thanking me too much yet, General, you haven’t secured Abigail’s hand just yet.” He nodded, watching as the General left, then took a deep drink. He shook his head, perplexed, and sat back down at his desk, contemplating how to broach the subject of the Northern General wanting to marry Abigail to his wife.

Upstairs, Abigail was gently being awoken by her personal maid upstairs. The woman was actually a paid employee of the house and had been Abigail’s maid since she was born. “Miss Abigail,” the woman said softly, peering down at the sleeping girl. “Breakfast is in an hour and we need to get you dressed. And you need to take a shower. I can lay out a dress for you. I was thinking the light green one with the scooping neckline today, mm?”

Abby mumbled something intelligible and rolled out of bed, stumbling towards the room with the plumbing. Her hair was a tousled, curly mess. She didn’t even open her eyes, just got in the shower and washed herself, then came back into her room dripping with a large towel wrapped around herself. She sat down on her bed and didn’t open her eyes, even as Sarah brushed through her hair, which was very long when it was wet and straight. It went almost all the way down to her waist. As soon as it would dry, it would shorten a bit because of the wavy nature of it, and they often curled it, which made it even shorter.

Once her hair was brushed out, Abigail stood up and Sarah took her towel, hanging it up before beginning the process of putting on her undergarments and helping her with her corset and things, then lacing up the dress. Abigail was sore from the night before, but she gave no indication, because Sarah would ask questions until she figured out why Abby was sore. She stood still as she was laced into her restrictive garments, then sat down as Sarah brushed through her hair again, now nearly dry. Sarah just pinned the front parts back so that Abigail’s hair was hanging loose down her back. She brushed some light pink lipstick across the girl’s lips, then put some eye makeup on, but not very much. “There you are, miss.” Abby nodded and stood up. She walked over to her bedside table and looked down to where the beautiful ring John had given her was resting. Slowly, she picked it up and, in a bold move, slipped it onto her finger, resolving to wear it to breakfast. Abby headed downstairs, stomach flipping, surprised with her own nerves as she headed into the dining room for breakfast.

 

[AdaliaRP1990]

The meeting itself was a complete disaster. Half of the time men were gripping their pistols and the other they were drinking their lives away. Meade had been at the edge of his nerves with the nonsense he was receiving from Lee and the two argued as if they were in a tavern. Armistead had been late and walked into the meeting with a rather surprised face. He gave Lee a quick greeting and tapped Reynolds on the shoulder before urging him to follow. Meade shot Reynolds a look, but Reynolds disregarded it. He wasn’t much for this argument. Too much animosity in the air.

Reynolds removed his cap and followed Armistead out onto the porch wondering why the expression on his face was so amused. Reynolds was desperately hoping he wasn’t smiling because of Stuart’s death, because he knew Armistead hated that man. “I hear you made a little alliance of your own, son.” He chuckled patting Reynolds on the shoulder. It was an awkward gesture and Reynolds was deeply confused. “I don’t quite understand what you mean sir…” Reynolds said tucking the cap under his arm. Armistead looked past him and Reynolds turned his head slightly to notice that the other men had joined them on the porch. Meade was sipping from a glass of Bourbon and glaring at Reynolds.

“Please tell me you didn’t Reynolds…” He said letting a string of curses follow. Lee had a rather bright smile on his face and was eyeing Armistead with a look of, “I told ya’ so.” Reynolds swallowed hard realizing this must have been about Abby. “Why General Meade, you can’t blame John here for falling for one of our Southern Women. They were born and bred to be the finest.” Lee gave him a wink as he patted Meade on the back. “You’re making a fool of us Reynolds!” Meade was letting the heat get to his head and Reynolds was not going to have it. Reynolds raised a hand to silence him. “Her father says I can court her, I don’t have her hand yet. I’m not making a fool out of any of us Meade and with all due respect you’re the one making an ass out of this army. You’re the one blowing your cap and I’m promoting open-mindedness.” He gave Meade a chastising look, admonishing even. Lee gave Meade a tap on the shoulder. “It seems as though the Southern heat is getting to you General, perhaps we should postpone this discussion for a later date.”

Reynolds released a breath of air as he watched the gentlemen file back into the house. Armistead remained fanning himself with his own cap. “Never thought a Northerner would ask for a Southern Girl’s hand. Guess it would be different if she was the Northerner… You’ve got a challenge on your hands Reynolds, but you’ve got little time to fight for it. Lee’s trying to postpone the best he can, but quite honestly you only have till the end of the week. Two, three more days at the most.” Reynolds nodded. “I know, it’s not the best of circumstances, but the war will go on. I told Meade this was futile, but he doesn’t listen. I’ll meet you on the battlefield ‘ey old friend.” Armistead chuckled. “How about I join you for dinner tonight at the Blake’s. I’ll put in a good word for you. You’re a great soldier John, but quite honestly a horrible courter.” Reynolds laughed punching Armistead playfully in the arm, shame they ended up on opposite sides of the war. “I don’t want to impose that on you Lew.”

Armistead shook his head in response. “I could do you this favor, seeing as you Yankees are going to lose the war.” Reynolds laughed with him after that one. The two of them couldn’t see the outcome of this war, but they would joke about it until a bullet went through both their hearts.

Reynolds sat through the rest of the meeting indifferently. Watching as the two leading generals negotiated terms that would be thrown away on the battlefield. The battle was inevitable, the war would continue and there was no doubt about it. Lee was a resolute man, much like Reynolds, once his mind was set to it, it would be done. He would fight the blue bellies until his heart took him down. Poor old man, fighting with heart problems. When everyone had been dismissed Lee kept Reynolds for a few words. Simply words of luck and best wishes and again the request to return to his command, but Reynolds couldn’t abandon his honor like that so he respectfully declined. Lee smiled, “Same old war horse Reynolds.” Reynolds chuckled as he mounted his horse and bid Lee farewell. He would have to meet with Meade, before he returned to the Blakes for lunch.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Breakfast was uneventful. No one seemed to notice the ring on Abigail’s finger. She tried to watch her father for indicators of his mood but he was acting normal, no more or less jovial than usual. Her mother, also as usual, was only there for a couple of minutes before flitting off to do something or another.

When the meal was over, her father excused himself and went to his study, closing the door. Abigail thought about going for a walk, but she decided she would rather do that with John, tonight after dinner in the evening when the sun was setting. They could go to the large garden for a stroll.

She killed time waiting for lunch time to roll around, spending most of it in the music room puttering around on the grand piano, feet swinging as she played a few beautiful tunes. She was still in there when John returned for lunch, for which the table was already set. When John arrived and walked into the dining room, Mrs. Blake looked up. Her husband hadn’t come in from his study yet, but she didn’t want to bother him. She watched John with wary eyes; it was obvious she knew about the situation. “Would you do me a favor, General, and fetch Abigail? She’s playing piano in the music room. Just follow the music.” Sure enough, the sound floated through the entire house of beautiful, happy but slow piano music.

 

[AdaliaRP1990]

Reynolds had a rather solemn look on his face as he searched for Abby. Meade had given him firm orders, orders he didn’t like. Reynolds was to leave with General Hancock on Thursday, one day later than the original leave date. The two would reunite with their regiments and march back to Washington to await orders. Despite being happy that they would be taking affirmative action, he felt pushed for time. Reynolds didn’t know how he was going to convince the Blake’s that he was worthy of Abby’s hand, nor did he know if this was even the right thing to do. Mr. Blake was right, he was causing Abby more pain than she knew. He was taking away her way of life… Reynolds stopped walking composing his face before he entered the playing room. He stood in the doorway eyeing her curiously. He would have never guessed she could play so beautifully, but then again there were a lot of things he didn’t know about her. He sighed giving a small knock on the frame of the door.

“Miss Blake…” he said without a hint of sadness. He smiled and tried his best to mask the frustration. “When were you going to tell me you’re playing is as beautiful as your voice?”

Reynolds let his eyes drift over her. The smooth porcelain skin, the soft locks of hair and the slender figure he loved to hold. He wondered what it was like to watch her cry, to see her suffer and to lose her. If she did any of those things, he’d shoot himself with his own pistol because he hadn’t prevented it. John ran his fingers through his hair, the white a bright contrast against the black locks of hair. His eyes remained on her for a moment, until he noticed something glint in the sunlight. He looked to the source to see that she was wearing the ring, the god awful ring. Abby’s fathers words had really hit home for Reynolds. In so many ways her father was right and there was very little Reynolds could argue with.

He stood there in the doorway thinking of the only reason that could out rule everything. Love. Love didn’t need a reason to back it up. Love didn’t need proof or reason. Love didn’t need anything. Love needed faith and trust and that’s all Reynolds could provide. He trusted that Abby loved him, he trusted her that she wouldn’t betray him. He had faith in this love. He had faith that in the end they would be together. He had faith that things would be alright, because if they weren’t, well then he could die in the war. That ended it. Reynolds stood their quietly his eyes distant in his own little arguments. He didn’t want to lose this war…