War Upon Our Soil

[Starsailor2804]

OOC: This story takes place during the early period of the American Revolutionary War. The setting is the outskirts of Boston where militia and the Continental Army are opposing the great forces of the British army. Scenes take place in a small town outside Boston named Coarsville, a fictious town, and also in the wooded areas around it as well. My character is Jonathan Wells, a normal eighteen year old of the time who is stripped from his duties at home on the farm to join the local militia. However, his father does not allow him to stray far and thus decides to defend the town with the other Coarsville Militia members.

We will need other players to play the citizens of the town. Women as normal townsfolk working on farms, taverns, or wherever and same for the men who also serve in the militia. The women players cannot serve in the militia though, however they can if they disguise themselves as a guy and claim to be from another town nearby. Anyone can join, however I would like decent size posts and if I feel someone is lacking in their writing ability, mostly only because of length, I will politely ask them to leave. Also, if you do not post within two days I will post for you and you can pick up when you return. Before you post, post an OOC with the following things, mine as an example:

Name: Jonathan Wells
Age: 18
Appearance and Dress: Jon is 5'11", 160lbs, with dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. Although he doesn't appear strong do to his thinner frame he is actually quite fit and strong from working on the farm. He is quite handsome as well, however not one to flirt or talk much with women as he is shy. He is wearing tan breeches, dark blue loose shirt, and light shoes.
Job: Farmer and Militia member
Status: Virgin and unmarried

IC: A few months after the events of Bunker Hill the situation in America was as hostile as the citizens here had ever seen, even more hostile than the French and Indian War. Now nearly every citizen, military or not, were drawn into the conflict and the prosperity and peace of America was a thing of the past. Boston had been the first to experience the American Revolution and as a nearby town to the great city the small town of Coarsville had felt the war as well. Some men of the town had actually fought in the Bunker Hill and other skirmishes, only one or two had died, but their deaths were recognized by the citizens.

Day after day the British army supply caravans passed nearby to the town and it seemed that the army grew closer and closer daily. Thus, the Coarsville Militia had been formed, to protect the town with both aggressive and defensive tactics. The idea of defending his home and those he loved fit fell with Jon's personality and he didn't hesitate to pick up his fathers rifle and join the militia. Entering war and taking part in his first kill at eighteen was rough for a man of his age, but it was something he had to get over.

As of recent the British had avoided the town of Coarsville and thus it had returned to a near state of normal. People walked around town, shops opened for business, boys ran about playing war, girls braided each others hair and played games, and others worked the fields whose crops sustained the town. It was Springtime and thus girls wore their near summer dresses and the young men of the town, most for the first time, found themselves quite fascinated in these young ladies they had grown up with.

War tended to bring men and women together much quicker than normal and that fact had already been witnessed as a marriage between his close friend and young Elizabeth had occurred two days before. Jon didn't really have all that on his mind, at least he tried to refrain from it, as there was war and not only that but he also had a job on his father's farm as well. But, there were a few women that caught his eye.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Navana was unlike most other women. To most extremes it would seem, for there were so many things that seemed so different about her, not only her appearance, but nearly everything else as well. Her background, her style of living, it all seemed to be so odd.

Navana was half indian, her mother had come to America not long before it fell into oddness. She had originated there, been taken off to some distant land and dragged back as little less than a servant. And then she had met Navana's father. A capitan of war, her mother was given full keeping of his manor home, and then she was born. Times of war began to strike up as she grew, from age sixteen and on. She had been there alongside her family doing all she could, unlike the normal girls, she did everything. Tended horses, kept house, tended the land and what not, that with the servents of her home. And then she learned of her father's death at her seventeenth birthday after he and his company had been called off, to places they were well needed.

Her mother too died later, as result of her heart break, and the manor was sold off, Navana never been set on his will, and the land given to a counsin of hers while she was left on the streets. Fortunately, she found shelter and a job at the tavern and inn where she earned her stay, working there during the day as a tavern barmaid. Though by night, well, one may wonder about her. Navana would slip away, take her horse out and wander the streets, try her luck with a pistol in the forest where no one was stirred. And her plans well...one might think she was near enough insane.

Here upon the particular day it seemed grey. Quiet in the tavern, the night had come and she'd seen not many a traveller in the bar. Her dark, raven hair, the straight pure strands pulled back gently, with her deep caramel colored eyes watching the door occasionally, full lips set in a solemn soft smile as she hummed so carefully to herself. Her tannish skin reflected the light from the lit chandellier and candles all about, the fire in the fire place lit brightly to keep spirits high. She'd seen members of the military in and out for the past few hours, and then...well, they just stopped. She wondered. Perhaps they'd gotten into trouble. Perhaps. But it did not trouble her too horribly.

Navana brushed aside a few stray strands that had escaped that neat little bun. She'd been in Coarsville for her entire life, and still it did not let her go without a lively comment, compliments of her grace or words of kindness from the people. Particularly the men. Her eighteenth birthday had passed but a few weeks ago, perhaps they saw her as no longer a tomboyish young child, but a well developed young woman. If only they knew that sense of adventure had yet to leave.

As that deep lavender dress swished about her hips as she sat behind the bar, leaning on the counter top and drawing circles upon it with her slender fingers she sighed. Soon, it seemed, so soon she may find a way to gain access into the militia...and avenge her father. Be it with her life or not.

 

[Starsailor2804]

It had been a rough day, not that it was all that hot outside, but there was much work to be done to prepare for the late spring harvest. After putting all the tools back in the shed Jon headed for the bath and upon filling the tub bathed and cleaned himself. He had cleaned himself much more than usual for he was heading to the tavern for a drink. War brought alcoholism and although Jon definately wasn't an alcoholic he found it a great drink for relaxation and to take his mind off everything.

Wearing his best breeches and loose fitting light blue shirt Jon made his way for the tavern and entered to near silence. This was very unusual, especially for a night before the Sabbath when most men drank and gathered at the tavern to socialize. The war had changed all that, now most men stayed at home, came and drank at the tavern at odd times, and all that was talked about now was the war.

It was disappointing to enter to emptyness, but there were familiar faces that made him lighten up alittle. Jacob Emmitt, the tavern and inn owner, was a longtime friend of the family and had watched Jon grow up. He was a kind gentle middleaged man, but piss him off, like the Red Coats did, and he was not a man anyone would want to screw with. And then there was Navana, the Native American/European mix who kept more features of her Native American heritage.

She was a beautiful girl, Jon had known her as long as anyone else, but they weren't exactly that close. They talked every now and then, especially lately as he had been in the tavern often. She was a kind girl, funny, and he liked to be around her. His father would never approve of him and her though, mostly cause his father hated most Native Americans, he had fought in the war and had fought against many of the so-called savages. But, his father definately did not hate Navana, actually he had spoken of her before when he had come to the tavern with his father.

The sun had set many hours now and seated at the bar, with only a few other patrons in the room, he spun around so that his back was to the bar and smiled at Navana. Who knew where Jacob was, either off drinking or getting hell from his wife for sure. Whatever the case, Jon needed a drink.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Navana had been one to constantly keep a gun handy. She knew it to be uncommon for women to use such an item. Not many of them dared pick up a pistol and shoot, no, it seemed to be a man's job. Perhaps that was the reason the Red Coats were not at all hesitant to go right ahead and take fire on children and women, knowing that even if they held a rifle, they would not shoot back. They fired upon young boys more than women and girls, she noticed...but still. If anything, she may very well take a gun out and not think twice before firing on one of them.

How many rules of war did they tend to break? She could but wonder, for it seemed though upon either side, no civilian was to be put at jeopardy of war, and no civilian establishments were to be brought with open fire the Red Coats went about doing as they wished, to most extremes as burning houses or churches...perhaps not entire towns or villages, but they would fire on civilians and such things, things that made them filthy beastly cheaters. Navana along with anyone else may just agree that they deserved their name; Red Coats.

"Good evening sir.." She addressed Jon formally with a small smile, always sure to keep herself polite and friendly with all. And though she commonly got giggles and such from those blonde headed milk maids who occasionally flirted around the bar, she paid no heed. How many other young women could hold a full conversation about guns, positions in the military and what not with any other man did she know of? Nearly none, if one. She did not know him as well as many, in fact, Navana had never made it a task to remain secluded, but well, she was a strange woman to try and get to know. She was not flirtatious or so open light many of the other women. There was more to her than that.

"A nice drink to wrap up the night hm? What might you like?"

A few of those long strands were brushed back once more. Tonight may be leisurely, and she might be able to take her horse out and do a round of the town later on, if rain that was threatening did not overcome the skies. Though rain would do them good, crops that were near harvest season still needed to grow, and late bloomers could be flourished properly.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Turning around again at the bar Jon smiled as Navana greeted him and thought for a moment before speaking. Rubbing his head he was actually unsure what he wanted at first, but finally decided. "I'll take a shot of whiskey and an ale," he said and watched her as she poured him the drinks. Taking the shot of ale first quickly Jon caught and tapped his hand on the bar. "That was some good stuff," he said trying to catch his breath and then laughed.

Shaking it off he smiled, looking like a fool, before he spoke up, "I heard there were men from Narsh in the tavern on their way to join the Continentals, did they bring any news with them?" Taking a sip of his ale he listened to her as she responded to his question and placed the payment on the table as well as a tip, a generous tip. Smiling he took another sip of his ale as his eyes trailed her neck and chest, which was covered up mostly, but he wasn't able to fantasize.

"You've worked here for a very long time, but that pistol you are carrying says you aren't planning on working here forever. Yeah, I've seen you holding it before, that piece is quite valuable and rare, not many have pistols. Of course, I'd take my musket over one anyday, much more accuracy with a musket."

Smiling he took another sip of his ale, "I know you aren't worried about unrulely patrons, its those damn Red Coats. It isn't very becoming of a woman to fight or even carry a weapon, but I'm sure a woman of your blood it isn't that uncommon...."

He didn't want to sound rude, although it may come off as that. Not many remarked off her Native American blood, but there was hatred for them here and there and surely she experienced it before. He honestly felt that a woman shouldn't be carrying a weapon and definately shouldn't fight in any conflicts.

 

[TaintedHeart]

"Naught but rumors of fires to many plantations lately, murmurs, whispers. They may have had much to tell, but not so openly of course..." She said simply as she smiled as he downed the shot of whiskey. Rumors, yes, but there was much more behind the stories. Those Red Coats were getting more and more productive as of late, and she was sure fires to plantations weren't all they had in mind. They were tearing through smaller militia arranged, ripping right through the smaller of towns like nothing. Perhaps for no reason at all, they seemed to enjoy destruction or so it would sound.

Summer did not call for much clothing, but late spring still ment full dresses. Perhaps with the comming of summer her attire may chance, it likely would, but not for now. She took a cloth from below and cleaned the counter, smiling to herself as well as she took the payment and put it away, carefully slipping the tip into the pocket upon the apron she was wearing as she commonly did around the tavern, listening as he spoke once more.

"It's old, it's seen more warfare than I should guess, but it is simply a precaution. With those Red Coats sneaking around, across country and what not, one can never know who might come treading right into the tavern one night." She said simply as she set aside the cloth to place her forearms upon the table crossed, leaning against it lightly as he spoke.

"I know it isn't uncommon...perhaps it's nothing to do with my blood even. It's simply spirit, I don't think there would be a day that thoughts of war don't dawn my head...but it may very well be nothing but thoughts as well."

Perhaps it may have come off as rude, to some native american who was so against the whites thriving there now, but not to Navara. She was much too used to such comments and what not to even trouble her head over it. But still, she was very sure that constant thought from the men that no woman should bare arms, nor fight in any war. And well...Navara had her reasons to believe against it.

Even still, her mother spoke to her of men going to war. Only in extremes were woman of her people ment to fight, to the highest of degrees, and only those who wished to. Society had awkward ways, she had to admit.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Rumors, there were always rumors, although the rumors tended to usually be much more real than Jon could have ever thought possible. How could the Red Coats treat them like savages and something less than themselves? They were from the old country, just like them, but that seemed to matter more and more less to them. Their laws were the supposed laws of God and to define them and their taxes was seen as savage and treasonous. Sometimes the thought of it all caused Jon to become so angry.

He had heard the tales of speeches by such men as Patrick Henry and had read Thomas Paigne. They were the people who inspired this popular revolution and strive for independence. Their cause was right. Jon went off into his own train of thought for a moment before bringing himself back as Navara spoke once again. She certainly did have some spirit to her, spirit that was very uncommon to most women as most were raised much more differently than she had.

Jon smiled as he took another sip of his ale, "You are a very interesting woman Navara and, I'd be proud to fight by you anyday," he said in very more of a jest than anything else. He didn't mean it, it was just to humor her and him. To flirt and to talk about simple things that each other believed in was a way to play down all that was happening around them. Smiling Jon took another sip of his ale when suddenly there was a gunshot followed by a series of gunshots in a row.

"Red Coats! Red Coats!" The calls were heard from outside the tavern somewhere within the town, maybe even outside it. "I gotta go Navara, the militia calls, our land and people call," Jon said with a scared but confident smile before running out of the tavern. Grabbing his musket he quickly ran off in the direction that other men were running as well. Disappearing into the woods he followed the firelight, a British caravan was nearby, ambushed by some gungho town member.

Bullets pierced the woods Jon heard as he grew closer, more than one sounded much closer than he would have liked considering he was not prepared. Crotching behind a tree he took aim at the lit caravan and the Red Coats positioned around it. "Come on," he said silently as he saw the feet of one Red Coat moving to the edge of the wagon.

 

[TaintedHeart]

The shouts and screams caught Navara off guard, her hand falling to the pistol instinctively hidden beneath the counter before she turned her gaze from the counter to Jon. It was almost sad, how spirited and determined the young men were these days. How willing they were to go off, unexperienced and fearless into war...and she knew for a fact that very few of them would return. So many of them would be lost before this war was over...all because of the wishes of one nation against another. It was enough to anger anyone.

But it was never her place to worry. Her place was here, behind the counter, at the home, or in the farm house, never out there. Never chopping wood, tending the horses or setting finger to a rifle. Well...not while anyone knew it was her, at least. As Jon hastily made his good bye, Navara felt that sympathy that had been raising slowly come out as she moved to the end of the bar she stood behind to follow him to the door, halted by the bar as she watched him exit. Dear god, I hope he comes back safely...

A few moments pausing and she hastily left the bar, looking to the children who'd been playing in the lobby and hurrying them upstairs. A few of the drunks, as there were normally one or two frequent ones there simply smiled at her as she asked them to exit and hurry home, should the town be overrun with the Red Coats. Probably just a caravan, but still, things were possible. The man simply smiled and uttered a 'God save Kind George'. Navara shook her head. Had he said that in front of the militia, and he may have just been shot.

She hastily took the back exit of the inn, knowing what better could she do sitting here, when she could be out there, adding but one more gun to the numbers. Armed with but a old one shot pistol, a valueable thing, but not ment for much, what could she do? Try? In her attire, she knew she'd not get far. So hastily heading to the barn in the back, she prepared her horse to ride. Hastily shredding the dress, knowing it to be very difficult to conceal such features she'd grown into, that delicate feminine form difficult to hide, she hastily through over a very loose, baggy cream colored shirt.

It was loose enough to conceal her well developed breasts beneath it's folds, and she through a tunic over it and hastily slipping into a pair of dark breechers, throwing on a set of boots and a cloak. Letting her hair down and hastily brushing a bit of dirt over her face, knowing she'd do well to bathe after she returned, with that just shoulder length black hair, Navara could pass just as well as a young boy. That was what she was aiming for. Taking the pistol, she hastily made her way out, leaving behind the horse. They were near by, and if there were more than she was guessing, then the horse would be needed. But not for this.

She weaved her way expertly through the forest, knowing it as the back of her palm and quickly positioning herself unknowingly around the other side of the caravan, invisible in the darkness, just opposite of Jon. She cocked that pistol, her breathing soundless. She'd learned a lot from her mother, many of the unique stealth tactics of half her kind passed right on to her. And it looked like it'd be needed. Carefully she took aim, waiting in the dark with gun shots ringing in her ears.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Jon had just readied himself to take aim when suddenly an overwelming force shook through his body as he was thrown backwards onto the ground. As he was nearly everyone in any close vacinity was also. What in the heck had happened? Well, the obliterated wagon and huge ball of flames in the air could mean only one thing, they were carrying gunpowder that had just gone up. Fortunately, Jon had been further than most and just got the concussion of the blast.

The heat had been quite intense though and although he had suffered no real damage he was in pain from being thrown and hitting the ground. Slowly he rolled to his side and raised himself to a sitting position. Damn, he thought for a moment before turning to see a few others from the town looking about the same as himself. Of course, some were seriously wounded if not dead and already people from the town had come running to aid them.

It was at that moment that because of the flames he saw a figure on the ground on the other side of the path in the wooded area. The hair really gave them away as because of the blast hair was laying all about the body. It was Navara. Rising slowly he hobbled over past the flames, through the opening, and into the woods where a stunned Navara, who was suffering much like him lay.

Quickly following to his knees he leaned over her and brushed away the hair from her face. "Navara, are you alright? Are you hurt?" Helping her sit up as she was seemingly in the same condition he then yelled at her. "What the heck are you doing out here!? You could have been hurt or worse, killed!" Placing his hands on her shoulders the adrenaline surged through him with the intensity of the battle and all.

 

[TaintedHeart]

"I'm fine...really.." She insisted, raising slowly to clear the dust that had been blown back from the ground up at her away from her face. She rubbed her eyes a moment before she looked over to where the wagon had been, yells and screams from those trying to put out the flames, and open fire of the very few surviving Red Coats catching her gaze. Would those be the only ones around? Probably. If any near by had heard that blast, and she was most certain they may have, then they may all be very much in trouble.

The words of the person who'd rushed over to help her had gone nearly unnoticed...until she realized he'd said her name. Damn it.. The curse inwardly went unnoticed as he grasped her shoulders and yelled, and she winced. Gazing down, she placed her hands upon the place where she'd been hit, just between her left shoulder and chest by one of those hurling flame circles. Looking up quickly to Jon she made a sign for him to calm down, and much more important, be silent.

"I'm alive aren't I? Shh, someone might hear us. Those probably weren't the only Red Coats passing through, if they were carrying gun powder. They've probably got at least one more caravan here..." She said quickly as she stood hastily and helped him up. Very weak on her feet from the blast, having been lucky to land on only the soft ground beneath her. Maybe they had been planning to drag that wagon right into town...god help them if they had another. She brushed back a few strands of hair, looking to him in the darkness, the red of the flames still licking as she ignored the minor wound she'd sustained.

"Are you okay? C'mon, we need to move.."

 

[Starsailor2804]

Obviously not all that injured to order him to calm down Jon slowly let his hands fall to his sides before she finally helped him up to his feet as he helped her. Both wounded, minorly really, although she was actually wounded, she was definately right. The horse she had brought had totally fled at the sound of the blast, what smart creature wouldn't, and so they were forced to flee on weary feet.

Supporting one another Jon held Navara extra close, "We best not head back to town right now, its far too dangerous to lead them there, plus we may get caught if we do so." Moving slowly, but yet quickly at the same time they continued moving for many minutes moving deeper into the woods. They were never lost because Jon knew these woods like the back of his hand, and thus he knew exactly where to go.

Not to far away was a rock overhang near the creek that could not only fit them both and provide protection, but also was quite secluded and well camoflagued. Finally, they arrived just as the sound of thunder cracked in the air, truly not as loud as the gunpowder blast. "Well, the town should be safe, the Red Coats won't attack in this," he said as he allowed her to crawl under the coverage before he did as a steady rain began to fall.

Breathing heavy as they both remained close, the place could fit two but no more, Jon really didn't know what to do next. They couldn't move out in this weather. There was a sudden lightning bolt in that Jon saw a wound on Navara's left side. "You're wounded," Jon said as he instintively ripped the arm sleeve off his shirt. Moving around he moved to her other side and investigated the wound. "You're going to have to remove your shirt so I can bandage and stop the bleeding of this wound," he said not exactly remembering at that moment she was a woman.

 

[TaintedHeart]

As they made their way through the forest, the sound and heat blast from the explosion that had occured just moments before still fresh in her mind, Navara helped Jon along as he did her. The not too far off gun shots were ringing still, and she knew that her horse would likely be back at the tavern in the morning. A horse was the least of her worries through, it so seemed.

Ignoring the fact that they had to be exceptionally close to aid each other in getting through the forest, thankful that her legs had not been injured in the blast she listened and nodded. The last thing she wanted to do was be kept hostage by a bunch of Red Coats, and knowing them, the blood thirsty murderers might just kill them both on the spot. The forest in the dark was a hard place to navigate, it seemed, but they were getting along fine.

The area Jon had picked out was well sheltered, and not a moment too soon it seemed as they came to it. Thunder rumbled above, promising rain in the soon to come hour or so, but it seemed mild as her ears began to readjust themselves to sound. The rain would make firing extremely difficult, and the chances of another explosion until morning was unlikely. Navara crawled under the shelter quickly before the rain began allowing him inside as well.

"You're wounded."

"I'll be fine..." She insisted, wincing lightly as she leaned back against the rocky wall. The more she tried to ignore the wound, the more it seemed to smart and throb upon it's place there between her shoulder. She tried to slow her breathing for one as she lay there, closing her eyes and listening as Jon spoke once more, investigating the wound. It wasn't a good place to get a wound at, to say the least. Opening her eyes for a moment, flexing her fingers which moved slowly as her arm began to numb from the wound, she carefully slipped the tunic off, and then worked on the shirt, holding it over her chest as she turned her head to inspect the wound. It was a bad one, thought not too horribly bad, worse to look at than to feel.

"Remind me to duck if any more caravans come close..." She said with bitter humor, shifting one last time before letting herself rest there, knowing it'd be more of a trouble to try and move than to stay put.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Turning his head as she slipped off her shirt he then turned back once she covered herself to prevent any embarrassment. As she claimed to be alright he knew she was hurting much more than she'd like to admit. So, slowly and as gentle as he could Jon raised her left arm slightly and slipped the ripped shirt underneath and tied it crosspattern covering the wound tightly. It was going to hurt, bad, and as he pulled hard on the cloth it stretched her wounded skin as he tied it and then sealed the wound.

"There, that should do it for now. The wound should be cleaned later," he said as he lowered her arm as she winced. "And, I should remind you to stay inside and avoid battles, I don't want to see you hurt again," he said as he looked her over. She still held the shirt over her chest, but Jon had a good shot of her tanned skin and an idea of how her breasts would appear exposed.

"Maybe I should become a doctor after than binding job I did," he said and smiled as he ran his right hand down her left arm as he touched the ends of the bindings acting as if he was simply checking his work. Although it was summer the air, especially during rain, was quite cold and he could feel goosebumps form on her skin. "You're cold, and I must say I am well. To think it was very warm just a minute ago and extremely hot for a second," he said as he looked over at her.

He continued to check her wound as he grew closer to conserve heat. With her heritage she would surely know much more about survival than he did.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Her fingers drew the shirt up, undoing the buttons as she leaned back, the cold doing well to numb the pain in that was not racing like white lightning up and down her arm. Pain was in the mind, though, she told herself. So the more she ignored it, the less intense it was. She finally manged to have the buttons done on that shirt, drawing herself closer to Jon, as close as she could stand with nearly touching his skin, the instant of warmth spreading as she buried herself beneath the light, cream colored cloth, spreading it over him as well.

"My mother used to tell me that the easiest way to stay warm was to keep close to someone, your horse, a companion...when your out here, in the rain and cold and it'll help keep you warm, it sounds like a good idea." Perhaps it was strictly a survival tactic...or perhaps being closer to him made her feel a bit more safe, Navara couldn't decide, but she didn't mind in the situation she was in at the moment. Her eyes closed breifly, but she remained alert, using her hand that wasn't placed aside him as they rested there against the stone wall to set aside her pistol.

"Your right...it might be good to have doctors out on the field as well. There are many herbs that could save a mans life...probably a few that could even grow in this cave. And don't worry, I don't intend on leaping into any more battles. Tomorrow, though, our town may be over run with Red Coats...they won't be dealing with the civilians...probably there to capture enemy troops that had fired. They'll have the town outnumbered...militia, soldiers...we should be careful. I've been hearing they are killing on sight...or taking them off for hangings, for betrayal to the damn country they're trying to crush us under." Her voice became soft as she rested there, closing her eyes.

"I should know. It's the same thing that happened to my father...but don't worry, I won't let that happen to you." She said with friendly tones, a joking way to say that she'd protect them. Still she moved just a bit closer until she could feel the contact of his skin against hers, that wound now tingling as it would surely began to heal. If anything, Navara was feeling much better about the situation...and it was starting to get a little warmer in their temporary shelter.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Jon nodded mostly as his eyes were fixed on her face and eyes much more than listening to exactly what she had to say. Although he didn't begin to realize that by being closer to her the warmer it was getting in here. However, as she spoke about what the Red Coats would do next Jon paid no attention whatsoever, mostly because it involved his family's welfare. The Red Coats would surely not to hesitate killing his family and that frightened him, but there was simply nothing he could do right now.

Moving over her deciding it best to be on her right and non-wounded side Jon found himself pressed very close in front of her. His knee lowered and brushed against her lap, something he couldn't control, but something he soon realized he was doing. He apologized for it, but the warmth that it brought only grew him to press it in lightly further as he rubbed. Soon enough he had moved to her right side and sat.

"Well, I guess we should get closer, to conserve and generate heat," he said and hesitated before moving closer to her so that their clothed legs touched one another. Slowly putting his arm behind and around her neck gently he drew her closer and made sure not to get too close to her wound. Taking his other hand he slowly lowered it to her right knee and placed it there, though he was uncomfortable in touching her in such ways, because of ettiquite, although he knew it must be done.

"Uhhh, if you feel uncomfortable tell me," he said blushing slightly as this truly was the closest he had ever been to a woman before, especially alone.

OOC: Bedtime, I'll post tomorrow

 

[TaintedHeart]

As Jon spoke oncem ore about conserving heat, the numbness passed through that wound, though the burn she'd gotten from it not taking its toll if she tried to move, much, she nodded lightly as he moved closer to her. As he put his arm around her neck she felt for a moment a bit of a blush reach her cheeks, but it faded, she'd rather get close to someone than die from sickness out here. He was careful of that wound, she recognized...perhaps if enough rain settled on the leaves, she'd be able to clean it.

Perhaps much more comfortable, the thin material of her shirt that was still covering her chest probably wouldn't have made up any more heat if she tried to put it on. He placed his other hand to her knee, already still rather cold, she didn't seem to mind much, though had the entire town been outside, they would have been very much against it. Her dark hair was just long enough to cover over her neck and shoulders a bit, the silky sheet cascading over his arm behind her as well, which may have provided just a bit more warmth.

She smiled and shook her head as he spoke. Uncomfortable or not, it most certainly was better than being cold she had to admit to herself. Though she knew Jon, like she knew everyone else. Perhaps not as good, no, she didn't know everyone that good, but she had watched him. He was a bit girl shy it might seem, probably the way she never returned the flirts of the other young men who came to the tavern. Each of them could probably care less if their father, their mother, and their grandparents despised her really, perhaps what made her feel so at home in this place more than other.

"Don't worry. If you get uncomfortable, then don't hesitate to tell me." She said quietly before pausing. Closing the space between her scarcely covered upper body and his, she rested her head lightly against him, feeling a new flush of warmth as she placed her hand in her lap aside his, the exchanged heat between the closeness of their arms calming. Perhaps, but it seemed their temporary shelter had gained quite a few degrees all by itself with the past few actions.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Many minutes passed with little to nothing said as the rain continued to fall and was truly the only noise that they could hear. The fire that had raged in the distance had disappeared by now, plus they had moved so far away that the fire could have barely been seen anyways. Looking down at her hand that she had set on her lap Jon slowly moved his left hand over and set it upon her hand. Not saying anything he smiled though, slightly, but blushed more. This was truly more contact that he had experienced before, of this kind of nature and away from witnesses.

Things were becoming boring before Jon spoke again, "I remember coming here when I was very much younger and thinking that this place was a huge castle, it was much bigger than," he said with a smile as he looked around at the coverage for a moment before he looked at Navara who had turned slightly to look at him as well. Awkward moment, very awkward he thought and definately felt. A slight bulge in his pants he had been trying to hide grew only larger as his hormones just simply couldn't be controlled.

This only made him feel much more embarrassed, he knew it was impossible to hide anymore. Quickly pulling his hand back from resting on hers he looked away trying to hide his blushing and overwhelming embarrassment. What was one to say to that? Well, she obviously now knew that he found her attractive. Staying silent he tried his best to think of anything else to make his arousal go away, but it was simply pointless as there was nothing he could do.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Navara had smiled, as he spoke of the place, which in itself seemed to have an old, mystic sense to it. As the ivy crept up the walls of their temporary shelter, the told dripping down with silver droplets and the sounds of nature calling outside, it truly did seem like some old abandoned secret entrance to a grand castle. It was these sorts of things that gave young one's hope in times like the ones they were in.

She could recall very much herself sneaking out at nights with her fathers horse, carrying around a old dagger of his and pretending it was a sword as she fought off demons and monsters from their town. That was past now, far past. She turned her head to look at him, just lightly as he did her, not seeming to mind the least bit that his hand was over her's now.

Her eyes travelled downward, just for a moment, and then she seemed to realize that was the reason he'd turned five shades pinker than he had been a few moments ago. As he took his hand from hers and turned his head, she did as well, holding back a small smile. He's probably embarassed... And thank god they were no longer in town...for then he'd have plenty a reason for being embarassed. Her eyes traveled from the ground to her leg slowly, daring a glance back to him. What should she do? Ignore it?

Her eyes rested on him then, just barely noticing that his arousal had yet to go away. But there was something else there. He'd saved her, fixed that wound, found them a place to stay for the night...well, the least she owed him was her word. Gently turning his face to her she smiled lightly, giving a giggle before leaning close, her lips pressing lightly against his in a soft kiss. Pulling back, she rested against the rocky wall, her caramel eyes still watching him.

"I won't tell if you won't..."

 

[Starsailor2804]

The shades of embarrassment in his face turned to awe and amazement as Navara turned his head and then kissed him lightly upon the lips. He hadn't expected it, not in the slightest, and as she pulled back and leaned her back against the wall he looked at her with smile. He was happy, embarrassed, and awestruck at the same time. As she spoke he nodded slightly, he could barely move really, but he found himself unable to prevent himself from leaning in to kiss her again.

They were very innocent and playful kisses of a young man who had never experienced it before. Quickly his arousal grew again and pressed against his pants, he had such an experience like this before, but never this much. Slowly pulling back from the kiss he moved back only slightly and smiled, he really didn't know what to do next really. He had done nothing but worked on the farm his entire life and had very little education as to what men and women did in the company of one another.

Turning on his side so that his arousal through his pants pressed into her leg Jon leaned in again and kissed her very gently. His lips didn't part much in the kiss, but whatever the case, he was enjoying the taste of her full lips. To him he was in love already. Pulling back again he looked her in the eyes and then looked down, "I'm sorry....I've never kissed a girl before, I admit I don't really know what I'm doing," he said with a brief laugh.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Navara hadn't expected him to return the kiss a few moments after, a pleasent surprise, but a surprise in itself. He was new at it, yes, and she was as well, having been a very kept back young woman, different from many. But, many girls did gossip, and among the few girls who saw her strange, she had her friends. She had the slightest of ideas how such things went about, that and the young women she gossiped with in the seating of the inn and tavern tended to giggle and joke about kissing all the time. She never knew something so small could make sure a massive different.

The lightest hint of pink glowed over those lightly tanned cheeks as he pulled away, unable to keep a soft smile from her lips as she watched him after that kiss. The fact that they were in war zone territory, camping out in a cave over the night and she'd aquired a nasty little reminder of it all, didn't seem to faze her. Love on the battle field, now wasn't that something different?

"It's okay...That would make two of us then..." She said as he commented about not knowing what he was doing. That smile grew as she looked to him before downcasting her gaze as well. For a moment she remained in the silence...with no longer that cold feeling reaching her. Even the wound had calmed, it was no longer stinging or throbbing, thankfully to her. Her eyes rose once more to meet him, unsure what to do next. Her hand moved though, just lightly to take his, interlacing their fingers gently, still quite aware of his arousal.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Of what he knew it was little, but yet he knew a few things. So, when she confirmed that she knew as little as he did he allowed her to interlace her fingers with his. Smiling at the simple enjoyable things he kissed her again, her hand such a comforting feeling, that he leaned in and pressed against her right breast with his chest. Slowly he took his other hand and slid it in between her legs and laid it upon her lap where he began to rub her gently.

He moved very slow at first with the rubbing as they kissed, but soon enough he began to rub firmer and soon he had actually slipped his hand down her breeches. Running his hand through her pubic hair he then placed his hand upon her soft moist organ. It was a new feeling to him as he had never touched one before, but it wasn't too hard to understand what he should do.

Slowly rubbing her, sliding his finger up between her lips, he then found the entry and slid his large index finger slowly deep into her. Feeling her open her lips in the kiss to let out a gasp and moan Jon opened his own to deepen the kiss and now added some tongue. Running his finger in and out of her only made him much more excited until he could feel a coolness against his organ, precum.

The small area, their hideway, had increasingly become more and more warm by the second and sweat upon his forehead began to form as things began to get really heated.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Such new experiences had Navara unsure what to do. Weather or not to be happy with it, or cautious or...it felt so natural though. Already her body had began to respond, the arousal between her legs apparent to her now as he kissed her again, her slender, delicate fingers still intertwined with his as they rested there. He pressed against her, the thin material of that shirt that had been covering the delicate orbs capturing the budding nipple as he did so, and then slid his unoccupied hand between her legs, laying there and rubbing.

She'd known him for a while, yes, so this did not feel so awkward..still, Navara had little idea what to do, or where this may lead. He began to rub there firmer, drawing out full the young womans arousal before he slid his hand down those loose, baggy breeches she wore, beneath the undergarments to run along that tender mound as it moistened the more he travelled down.

He rubbed still, sliding that finger between those moist lips, drawing a new, odd feeling of anxiety as that kiss was deepened. He sought out the entrance, she could feel, sliding his index finger into her deeply. Those soft lips opened into the kiss as she moaned, that kiss deepening in the process as he began to move his finger. And so her own hand sought out such. The stray hand found it's way to his own arousal, which had been more than apparent a few moments ago. Stroking through his pants there, she seemed to lose herself from the world and enter their own.

 

[Starsailor2804]

She felt so warm on the inside and Jon could feel his finger becoming coated with her juices allowing for him to slide his finger in and out much more easier. Her walls drew tightly upon his finger but yet he continued and he continued to kiss her as the newly touched woman was feeling pleasure like this for the first time. He did not allow their kiss to break and slowly as she unlaced their fingers he felt her hand slide down and he felt his arousal twitch as soon as she gripped onto him.

As she slowly rubbed Jon moaned, he almost lost it actually, but didn't and this new feeling only caused him to slide his finger in and out of her quicker. Slowly he pulled back from the kiss and looked at her, "I...I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to, but...I really like you Navara, I always have," he said as he unbuttoned his pants with his left hand allowing them to drop so that she could grab onto his arousal only through his undergarments or she could remove them if she wanted.

Kissing her with much more aggression now, much more deeper and passionately his innocence and lack of knowledge in all of this seemed to quickly disappear. However, for Navara it seemed that despite all the lack of knowledge that Jon was surely equipped well for all of this. His size of his organ was big in length and size, probably a good eight inches long and nearly two inches wide, and surely it all must have been surprising to Navara, but intriguing as well.

Rising to his knees he moved closer so that he could kiss her deeper and his arousal came closer to her as well. Also, this allowed for him to slide his large finger its full length inside her. This all so far was an experience he never wanted to end.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Just what might the townsfolk think? Let them think what they will, Navara told herself. Their rumors and gossip seemed to be what kept them alive, so let them thrive upon what their small ears heard, and let her thrive on what her heart was telling her. His finger began to mvoe in and out with such ease, the tight walls constricting around his finger as he kissed her. Her fingers felt the shift of his member beneath his pants as she gripped him.

Her rubbing gained a moan from Jon she heard, feeling those walls grip him still as he began to slide his finger in and out at a faster pace. He broke the kiss slowly, her eyes opening to watch him as she continued to rub, those rising flares of pleasure as his finger created a fiction in that tight space drawing a smile to her lips. He spoke quietly to her, telling her how he had liked her, he always had. And truthfully, Navara could not say that she did not feel the same about him. He unbuttoned his pants and allowed them down, her warm, soft fingers seeming past his undergarments, exploring as she let go that thin shirt covering her chest.

He returned to that kiss with aggression, none in which caught her off guard, deepening the kiss as they went, that passion shared between them seeming to make up for his lack of knowledge. Navara did not seem to need to know much to know what she felt beneath her fingers, the contact of his warm organ to her fingers something to spike her curiousity as those fingers fluttered so easily down his member. That which hardened under her fingers brought a smile between that connection of their lips in that fiery kiss which seemed to outrun the rain in noise.

He rose to his knees and moved closer, and Navara did the same in response as he kissed deeper, her hand still travelling up and down, rubbing firmer than before along his member as he pressed his finger it's fullest inside of her, drawing another moan into that kiss. It seemed everything around them had frozen. The time was theirs.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Moaning more as she rubbed him more firmly as he rose to his knees Jon also slid his finger quicker and more aggressive deep inside her. Soon with all their kissing and fiery passion that was being emitted in the small area of their own Jon pulled back from the kiss. Not hesitating he removed his shirt and his undergarments so that he was completely nude. However, he was not embarrassed now and from what Navara saw there was no reason that he should be.

With his wet finger that had been covered in her juices he raised it to his lips to taste. Enjoying the taste as he licked off the juices on his finger he knew what he wanted next. Opening her breeches he slowly slid them off making sure not to hurt her shoulder and after doing so he removed her undergarments as well. It was then as he looked at her shapely legs and moist organ that he enjoyed her beauty.

The small patch of fur near her organ drew him in closer until he lowered himself and then licked the outside of her swollen lips. His tongue slipped between them as he pressed in further and then raised her hips with his hands so that he could gain better access. Pressing his face in closer he continued to lick her and taste the sweet flesh and smell the aroma of her virgin organ.

The delightful taste caused Jon to lick deeper and quicker upon her tender organ. Flicking his tongue he also lapped up her juices that coated it. There was not much more he knew to do and so he experimented with deep lengthy sucks and little nibbles upon her upper flesh. This seemed to draw moans and little screams of pleasure from her that made him only try to please her more and more and fill his mouth with the sweet taste.

OOC: Bedtime, will post tomorrow