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Trevor had watched over her until sh had fallen asleep and then had quietly summoned Emma. The girl knew what her duties were and she had but nodded as he left the room although she had looked surprised at the smile upon his face. He guessed his people were just going to have to get used to seeing him smile a lot more from now on.

It was true that during the war he could probably count on both hands the amount of times he had actually smiled genuinely. Oh he had smiled to his superiors and even laughed at their jokes, but those had not counted. There were very few times he had genuinely smiled and even rarer still laughed. In fact his own people had started to call him 'Stoney Face'.

He walked through the house and made sure that the two women that had come with her were being looked after. The cook had been seamlessly worked into the kitchen and was in her element. She loved being in the large place cooking for so many people and his head cook said she was an excellent find. He was glad of that as he wanted Chelsea's people to feel at home.

Her maid had been set to work helping out with the household chores and again she was a hard worker. In fact they actually had to tell her to slow down. George must have worked the poor girl ragged if she was used to working at such a pace. Her work though was perfect and again he was pleased she was fitting in. Perhaps when Chelsea was feeling better he might allow her to resume her duties as her maid and allow Emma to go back to her usual job. He was sure she would like that.

For the rest of the day he had put a large dent in the paperwork and even Peters was happy with him. Finally the news came that Chelsea had woken up and he began to rush upstairs like a giddy recruit eager to sample the delights of his first flesh tent. Then he stopped himself. Stop acting like a fool. Calm down and do things right.

As he stepped into her room again he carried with him a small book, a large wooden box and a small tray with a delight he had picked up while fighting. Knocking on her door again he requested entry.
 
Chelsea fixed her hair the best she could and scooted up in bed and waited. She smiled and told him to come in. "Hi" she said gleefully overjoyed to see him once again and reaffirm to herself this wasn't a dream. "You look tired" she said with a slight frown reaching over and patting the chair next to her.

With her lips, her eyes also seemingly smiled at him as he walked in carrying a box and a small tray. "What do you have there?" she questioned after he sat.
 
Smiling he sat beside her and showed her the book. It was one they had read as children being full of fairy tales and stories of far off lands. "I wonder if you remember this? I took it with me to remember the good times we had together. I used to read from it every chance I got. I could probably recite every story in there word for word," he chuckled.

Next he pulled out the box and opened it up to reveal a chess set. Each piece had been beautifully hand carved out of wood then polished. "I made this myself. Something to do on the lonely nights during the campaigns. Some men caroused with women, some drank, others prayed, most slept. Me I carved." He smiled as he ran his hands over the pieces lovingly. If the queen looked a lot like her maybe it was just a trick of the light, and perhaps if the king looked like him it was the same light.

Next he showed her the small deck of cards he had brought and the tray they could use to play on. "So it is your choice my dear. A story, a game or some cards. Which would you like?"
 
Her fingers picked up the queen and king in the chess set and moved her fingers over the pieces. "My god Trevor, these are beautiful. You really didn't forget about me. If you do choose to marry me, I think we should have these on top of the cake"

She already knew that she would say yes if he asked. There wasn't any question. Yes they had both changed, but they were both very much the same as they had been. At least with each other.

"I think we should play cards, what do you think the wager should be?" She smirked at him remembering how they use to bet rocks and whatever else they could find. A few days the doctor had said, but she needed to be up and moving about with him.
 
He blushed hard at her praise for his carving skill. It was nothing really, just something to pass the time and not really worth this much. Then her words caught up to him. 'If' he chose to marry her she wanted them on her cake. Well of course he wanted to marry her so did that mean she did too?

He couldn't think about that or he would get too excited so he turned his attention back to the cards. He grinned remembering what a few of his men had told him of their betting habits with the camp followers. He blushed a little as he thought about doing that with Chelsea and then he quickly banished that thought from his mind.

Picking up the small case the cards had been in, he opened a small pouch on the other side and poured out a small handful of brightly colored markers. They were round wooden disks he had carved and then had painted in three bright colors. Red, Blue and Yellow, the colors of the Kings flag. He showed them to her and then divided them up. They each started with 10 red, 20 blue and 25 yellow.

"The Yellows are worth 1 point, the blues 2 and the reds 5. We often played until someone had won an extra 50 points, or indeed all of their opponents crowns," he told her, referring to the small picture of a crown on each disk. "However I will allow you to set the limit and what game we play."

He did not mention that they had often played for penalties as well. Besides the men competing for 'Favors' from the camp followers, they had also bet camp duties with one another. Digging latrines, night guard duty, helping the cooks (Which usually involved pealing vegetables or washing pots), feeding the horses and other mundane tasks. He had let it go as long as the work got done and no one slacked off.

"So what shall it be My Lady."
 
Chelsea smiled at him as she twirled one of the chips in her fingers. "I think we shall play hearts, up to 50 points sounds good. The looser will either reveal a truth, or do a dare" She smiled bringing up a game that often got them into trouble in the past. "Deal?" she asked smirking with a mischievous glint in her eye.

As the cards were being dealt there was a large bang that caused her to jump spilling some of the chips. As Trevor reached to grab something from falling she instinctively placed a hand over her face to keep from getting hit.

"I'm sorry" she said seeing the look on his face an interpreting it as hurt that she would think he would hit her. "It's what has come as a natural reaction for me over these past five years. I know that you are nothing like that man that was called my husband. Please don't be angry with me."
 
He had been hurt at her reaction then he had realized it was not her fault. He had rescued animals that had suffered at the hands of cruel masters before and they had acted the same way. He would just have to treat her the way he had treated them, with love and kindness until she too came to realize he was nothing like her old husband and that she was safe in her new home.

"It is not your fault Chelsea, it is that Pig of a man's fault and I will never call him your husband for he was never such to you. You do not need to apologize to me, but I hope you will come to realize I will never lay a hand on you that you do not want."

Smiling he picked up the cards and crowns that had been spilled and then reorganized them before dealing again. If the noise was important someone would come and get him, everyone important knew where he was.

Of course he was not so happy about the game she had chosen. He had not played in awhile and even as kids he had found it hard to beat her. Oh well it looked like he would be telling her a lot of things tonight.
 
Chelsea nodded as he told her it wasn't her fault. But it still hurt her that she unintentionally hurt him. "I know that you would go to the moon and back to ensure my safety Trevor. That's always who you were, and even though years have passed. I truly believe that's who you'll always be."

Trevors anger toward her ex was apparent. If he had walked in the door right then she would have been surprised if Trevor wouldn't have killed him. He always did everything with that kind of passion. She let it drop and smiled as he picked up some of the pieces with her.

"all right" she said with a smirk and a new found respect for him dancing in her eyes. "Are you ready to loose Trev?" she gave him a determined expression like she had when they were children and competed in things.
 
Trevor loved seeing the old fire back in her eyes and chuckled. "Bring it on Chelse," (OOC pronounced CH Else).

Of course he lost the first round but he had not bet big only 5 crowns. He knew he would be rusty, but he had thought he had her towards the end until she suddenly thumped him.

"Okay then, you win," he sighed. "5 points and I will choose truth. What do you wish to know my lady," he smiled.
 
"Chicken" she teased when he chose truth. "Alright, i'm gonna have to think of a good one." She placed a finger on her chin and tapped it. "Did you steal my doll Molly and bury her under a rock at the oak tree?"

Her eyes were laughing but she kept a serious look on her face. "Remember the rules Trev, you couldn't think I would forget."

She had the hardest time keeping a straight face when she tried to stare him down for the answer.
 
He winced a little as she asked him that, but tried to keep a straight face. She was really going to go that far back and try to find out things they had done as Kids! Oh he could be in a lot of trouble. He had done a lot of secret things and had a lot of secret thoughts as a child.

As for her doll, well he had done what she was accusing him of but he had not known her all that well yet. He had been dared to by a few other farmer's kids and instead of standing up to them he had caved in and done it.

Of course he had seen how much it had hurt her and had gone back to retrieve it but it had been so damaged by then it was useless. He had saved up for months to buy her a new one when the peddler came to town and that was probably why she suspected him.

Sighing he looked at her and nodded. "Yes it was me. I was an idiotic little boy who let others talk him into hurting his closest friend, but that is no excuse."
 
She couldn't help but laugh as he confessed. Reaching out she placed her hand over his "I forgave you the day you gave me the replacement, of course its also probably when my crush started on you" she smirked.

"In reward of your honesty I shall give you a truth if you wish" she smiled. Chelsea saw this as a good opportunity to learn things about each other, and share in some laughs.

In one day he had brought more laughter and joy into her life then she had ever had since he left. Perhaps all that she had been through since then would lead her to appreciate him even more then she ever had. Regardless she knew she could never be without him.
 
Trevor felt a shiver of excitement pass into him when her hand touched his and knew right away that his love for her had not diminished. This was indeed the woman for him and he had to but wait and woo her heart and body and make her his.

Of course if he was to do that he would have to tell her his most darkest secret of course and he wondered how she would react to that?

As for him gaining a truth from her, he knew he should refuse.After all he was supposed to win a hand first, but he knew that was going to be very hard so why not take advantage of her generosity.

"Very well. Was it you that took my clothes that day when I took a dip in the Miller's pond? I had to walk naked back to my house a good mile away. I saw no one but I am sure I heard laughter at one point," he told her with a half serious, half amused scowl.
 
Chelseas mouth pursed together the moment he mentioned clothes and pond in attempt to hold the laughter that was raging inside of her to come out. She managed to wait until was finished talking before she let the suppressed laugh out holding her sides so intently she thought she would split them in half. She gasped and laughed so hard she lost her breath and tears came from her eyes as she slapped her leg in her hysteric giggle fit. Her ribs were killing her but she couldn't contain the laughter.

She could tell he was both amused and not amused at the memory. It took her about five minutes to gain control. "You were so mad, but the expression that was on your face was priceless. Not to mention you had the cutest butt." she giggled a little bit more. "I buried your clothes under the old oak tree" she said with a smirk. "I was mad because you walked Lucy Elliot home from school and made me walk by myself. In retrospect it probably wasn't the most mature thing I could have done, but i was so infatuated with you it made me cry. I didn't know until after that her pa had paid you to be sure she didn't walk home with William Weswick. I did feel bad, but your butt was so cute" she grinned again. "Do you forgive me?"
 
By the end of her laughter he to was grinning and truth to tell during his walk home he had been sure it had been her. Oh at first he had thought it had been a few of the other boys playing a prank on him for a beating he had given them, much deserved. However the laughter he had heard had been too high pitched.

Indeed after he had got over his embarrassment he had enjoyed it a little and had wiggled his butt just a little more than was needed on a few occasions.

"I can forgive you, even though I needed that money to buy you that doll. I am only glad that you were interested in my butt and not 'other things'. I had a hard time keeping them hidden thank you very much," he chuckled.

He then picked up the cards again and dealt out a new hand. It was only through years of playing that he kept his face looking neutral as he looked at his cards. He had a magic hand, but how to play it?
 
Chelseas face was beat red and couldn't stop smiling of the image of him covering his privates and running. She laughed a little more as he told her of the challenges he endured because of it. "I knew you knew it was me, but then you gave me the doll and I felt bad because you were so sweet." she smiled running her thumb over his hand.

He picked up the cards giving her his poker face. Even more adorable and a little intimidating. But she knew there was no man like him in the world. She watched as he shuffled an dealt. Her eyes scanning over his face and nicely cut jaw. He was so much more handsome then he was as a boy. He was a bit hardened but his heart showed through in the way he looked at her and smiled.

She picked up the cards and made a bit of a 'eek' face with her lips before straightening up and trying her poker face. 'Blek' She thought, there was no way she was going to win this hand. Feeling feisty she made the decision do a dare. When he won.
 
Trevor decided to just bet small. If he bet too big she would know he had a monster hand but too little and he would waste it. "10 crowns". It was double his last bet and looked like he was trying to win it back. She could still bet more and he would match it before they played but there was no way he would loose.

After they finally finished betting and played the hand he smiled in triumph. "That will probably be one of the only times I win tonight," he chuckled. "So Chelsea, what are you going to pick," he smiled knowing the next question he was going to ask her.
 
Chelsea shook her head. "I knew I was going to lose as soon as I picked up my hand." she laughed a little. "There wasn't a chance I was going to pull it off. So, since you played it safe, I will choose dare" She smirked at him. Obviously there was little she could do because she was bed ridden, but she would see it through.

"If this is the only time you're gonna win, you better make it big." she teased
 
Trevor could think of a lot of things he wanted to dare Chelsea to do. He knew she was no blushing virgin and he knew she expected him to be no fumbling boy, yet strangely he did not want to waste his dare on these types of things.

Instead looking at her with her, teasing smile on her face, the one thing that came to his mind was something so simple but something that could effect their lives dramatically.

"Very well Chelsea," he grinned back at her as he moved closer to her. "Then I dare you to do something that we were never able to do as little children. nor before I left as a young man."

He had moved so he was right in front of her and he picked up her hand and looked into her eyes. "I want to kiss you. Not the ones we gave each other on the cheeks as friends when we were young nor the chaste one we had as children once in the barn. The kiss between a man and a woman. The one that will tell if we are truly suited to be together and if there is anything between us besides friendship or if there is actual passion in our lives. That is what I dare you to do."

Trevor waited a moment and then slowly began to move towards her face and her glistening lips.
 
Chelsea was happy that he chose that dare. She blushed a little as he said they had to find out if there was passion between them. However, she wasn't quite sure what that mean. As his lips touched hers and their tongues danced she found something that she had never expected. She found that she really liked kissing. His mouth guided hers and she followed like a perfect dance between two lovers. He was so gentle and yet strong and passionate. She almost lost her breath and a soft moan escaped into his mouth.
 
Trevor was sure George had never really kissed his wife, and while the camp followers were no experts at that type of thing either, as a captain he had been able to partake of a rather higher class of follower than his men. Not that he had done that all that often. Still a man did have needs.

As he kissed her he started slowly and then with more passion. Guiding her along as he slowly inserted his tongue, and then showed her how theirs dueled together. She caught on quickly and soon they were indeed kissing passionately and he had no doubt there was indeed a spark between them.

As he pulled back he had to chuckle. A spark? No there was a raging fire that a winters storm would have trouble quenching. Already he was panting and having trouble controlling himself and it was only the discipline of the battlefield that was stopping him from taking her right here and now.

"Well I think that has answered my question," he said somewhat in a daze. "Would you care to play another hand my dear?"
 
When he broke the kiss it seemed as though he was having just as hard of a time breathing as she was. For the first time in her adult life she didn't want a kiss to stop. She had things bubbling up inside of her that she had never had before. Chelsea was utterly and completely turned on and her body ached with desire.

But he had broken the kiss. Did she not do it right? Self doubt with the life she had lived could only be expected. But she knew Trevor well enough to know that she could ask him anything.

As he offered another hand of cards she replied yes softly, then looked up to him. "Did I do that wrong?" she questioned as it had stopped.
 
Trevor's hands trembled when he heard her voice question him, and cards dropped to the bed as he quickly looked up at her. His face was a mask of shock. Could she not tell how terribly turned on he was right now and just how perfect she was? Then he realized just how earnest she was and a small flash of anger ignited inside of him again that he quickly extinguished. Now was not the time for it, but he vowed to destroy that ex husband of hers for doing this to her.

"Chelsea you did that perfectly," he assured her with all of his heart he told her, placing the cards down and grabbing her hands. "In fact I would like to say that no other woman has ever kissed me so sweetly and so beautifully, and it is because of that that I fear we must stop."

He saw the confusion in her eyes and chuckled a little. "Yes I know it seems strange does it not, but let me explain." Sighing he decided to tell her plainly laying his whole heart out for her. "If we were to continue, then I am afraid that I would not be able to control myself. I have waited so long for you Chelsea and to know that you now feel the same way about me, it sends my heart soaring. However you are not well enough and I do not wish to injure you, so I must stop even though I wish to continue. Does this make sense to you?" he asked.
 
Chelsea watched as he put the cards down quickly and held her breath out of habit. But then his face changed to a smile and she was able to breath again. Yes this was her Trevor she reminded herself. She listened to him tell her that she did it well and that he'd never felt so much from any other kiss. But that was why they had to stop.

She looked at him confused not understand if he meant they couldn't kiss anymore ever, or if he simply meant tonight. But as he explained it became clearer. He was afraid that he would injure her if their kissing led to other carnal desires because he would have to act upon them.

It was an odd feeling to go so many years of being told she was a cow, that she was ugly, and feeling unwanted and disgusting. To being here in with the only man she had ever loved, and even as she lay in bed battered and bruised, he still wanted her the way a man loved a woman. She had at least know that it was possible in life. She had seen it between her parents, and many others as she had grown up. But never thought it could ever be possible for her.

Chelsea fought hard to control the tears that were begging to come out. She didn't want to anger Trevor any more about all that had occurred in her marriage, even sorting things out in her mind was going to take time. "Thank you" she said softly as she smiled to him. "thank you for coming back for me."
 
Trevor could see the tears threatening in her eyes and this time he knew why they were there. He finally gave up thinking about the reasons why and just reached for her and gathered her up in his arms, pulling her to him gently and then kissing her softly before wrapping her up in his warm embrace.

"I have you now my love and I promise I will never let you leave my side again. Although you might want to after you learn some of my bad habits," he teased trying to bring a smile to her face.

Actually there was one last thing he did have to tell her, but that was for after she was well. For now he would pretend that everything was as it should be and that they were indeed man and woman.

Being daring he let her go and then pulled back the covers and climbed in beside her. They were both fully clothed so nothing could come of it. Again he wrapped her in his arms as he pulled the blankets back over them and gently laid her head upon his chest.

"Now I think this is better. I don't have to reach to cuddle you and you won't hurt your ribs doing the same." He chuckled as he kissed the top of her head. "At least that is our story if anyone asks, okay?"
 
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