The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)
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				Title: <strong>The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 04:04:23</strong>
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				Sir Richard Fortescue created a very gallant image when spied upon the back of a horse. The leggy white mount he sat astride held his tall frame aloft, and the cavalry man rested upon its back with rigidly perfect posture. He stood six feet and two inches in height, and his build was a rather athletic one, with broad shoulders and a frame that was filled out in a manner that entirely befitted a soldier. His features were commonly considered handsome in their composition; they were strong and angular featuring a strong jawline and a cleft chin. His eyes were dark brown in hue and his hair was jet black in its colouring. He was clad in the uniform of a British Dragon, tall black leather boots gleaming with polish slide all the way up to his knees. From there snug white britches clad his lower body. A starched white shirt and vest rested easily against his muscular torso, while that iconic crimson coat with its black cuffs and color rested overtop of it. A jacket that was a symbol of what he was as much as it was a garment. A horsehair helm rested upon his head. Silvery metal with bronze imagery decorating gave way to a plume of black horsehair, he was rather fond of the helmet as it seemed to harken back to the helms his knightly ancestors wore. A white leather belt kept his rather long, straight sword belted to his waist. As a dragoon his sword was a far more brutish thing than the lighter sabers other cavalry regiments often found themselves equipped with. His carbine was tucked in a hostler at his saddle, as his dark eyes gazed down the road before him. <br><br>He rode at the head of a squadron of cavalry. His orders had been to find lodgings for his men and to secure remounts if at all possible. His information had indicated that he could find both at once in a most satisfactory fashion. For there was evidently at least in colonial terms a rather famous breeder of horses in the area, whose stables were the largest available and who naturally had horses at hand which could be bought. The captain thus had a rather steady pace maintained as they approached the gates of the estate. He was aware that having more than a hundred mounted soldiers approach your home was likely to be found to be tremendously disconcerting, hence with but a few of his officers he road ahead. He left the remaining soldiers with orders to stand down and await his return. He road through the gate and with a several lieutenants made his way towards the manner home. <br><br>He found himself greeted by way by a servant he inquired if this was the Brydon estate and upon positive confirmation he nodded and remarked ‘Excellent, then I wish to speak to Mr. Brydon as King George as his sovereign lord has seen fit to have some requirements for his loyal subject. Namely we require remounts for our troops and the use of his estate as a billet. We have been informed of possible Indian activities in this region and as such His Royal Highness has dispatched us to ensure the safety of his loyal subjects.” It was indeed a rather fine speech and he expected it to be conveyed to this horse trader. <br><br>He waited upon horse back as he dispatched the servant, his eyes turning to survey the grounds as he spoke with his officers “Looks like it should be more than ample for our needs. We may even be able to turn that open space over there into a polo field. Aside from drilling and patrolling it will give the men something to do to keep them from becoming bored. I’m sure we can come upon the mallets somewhere even in this backwater.” His lieutenant answered “At least they promised us a decent shipment of tea in the coming weeks.” He nodded “Quite right Robert, small comforts I suppose. Although we’d all rather be in London.” He grinned slightly "A proper polo match on the fields there, a pot of tea and then off to find ourselves a girl impressed by the colour of our coat." They continued with such idle banter as they waited to be recieved.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 05:22:14</strong>
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				Kitty Brydon had never known life outside the colonies. The only British men she had ever known were the breeders that came to compete in the horse shows in town, and that was a rare occurrence. Both outside town and within, there was hardly a soul who resided that had not been born and raised in the colonies. The subtle whispers of war brought soldiers like the plague and soon the rather quiet town, even with their bustling agricultural market, was as crowded as London! <br><br>Her father had not complained. Though he gruffed coyly on the thought of Independence from taxes, and the tyranny from across the sea that Kitty was not sure of, he had remarked that their horses and equestrian supplies were being well paid for by the British army. <em>If war breaks out</em> He had said one morning, nose buried in his daily paper, <em>We will be on the side which offers the most coin, and assures that our home will still be here..with us in it.</em> Kitty found the statement ridiculous, but was promptly interrupted by her younger brothers before her opinion could be properly expressed, who had noted that the British soldiers looked like Giants in town. Kitty had seen a few from a distance..and found them to look rather ridiculous. They seemed too keen on playing dress up, that she mused with the thought they would barely move to make certain that their uniforms which they seemed to dote upon would not become dirty!<br><br>They seemed no threat..<br><br>For the time being.<br><br><em>"OW!" </em> <br><br>A large amount of pigeons rapidly escaped the cracks and windows of the large stables at Brydon Estate. A young boy with ruffled brown hair grabbed his left foot and started bouncing around the hay that had been piled up in one of the large storing rooms of the west stables. A smaller boy, in similar appearance but a few years younger, covered his mouth to soften his laughter at the others antics. A pitchfork remained in each of the boys hands, and as their green eyes locked, all yowling and laughter ceased. They grasped their tools like weapons, and just as a curl of boyish mischievousness tugged upon their lips, they yowled in surprise as a sharp pain came against their ears. Casting a glance upward, together they spotted the annoyed expression of their older sister..Katrina.<br><br>"What have I told you two about fooling around with pitchforks?" She sighed, in a tone far too motherly and mature for a girl of her young age. The words,and others in similar meaning, had passed her pink lips many times before. Kitty was no stranger to the antics of her brothers, as she had raised them both since their mothers passing when the youngest of them all was barely walking..She was often told she resembled her mother, most recognizably with her icy blue eyes. So bright in color, they offset in the most exotic fashion, her long black curls. Her skin was sunkissed, but still fair in it's complexion. Her body was well toned and slender from long hours of working with the horses. The sons of other breeders had mused to her that she had maintained a lovely physique, and didn't look at all boyish despite her constant dressing in breeches and long shirts. Whether these words were bestowed as compliments with intent on charm, or some subtle jab that she was not very lady like, she could care less. There were more important things in life than impressing shallow men..<br><br>"Billy started it!" The youngest immediately shrieked, squirming against his sisters fingers. The elder boy growled and tried to take a swing in frustration at the other, but was tugged back by a slight flick of Kitty's wrist, which was strong enough to make the blow miss. Releasing her grip, and instead standing in the middle of the two, the five foot five beauty wiped her dusty hands upon her tight brown breeches. "Samuel I don't want to hear it..I asked you both <em>hours</em> ago to get all the hay into one pile...and look at this! It looks like you've been wrestling in it!" She sighed again, tugging strands of hay out of their hair. The boys averted their glances immediately. <br><br>As she crossed her arms over her more than modest bust, to scold them further, one of the servants rushed in and bowed, almost out of breath. Soldiers on horseback at the front door was all she needed to hear before she glared at her brothers and immediately rushed from the stables and&nbsp; through the house. Passing expensive furniture and beautiful tapestries, Kitty pulled up her loose black hair with a ribbon as her knee high boots clicked against the hardwood floors. She tucked her fathers shirt into her breeches, before stepping out onto the porch..Her heart, already pounding from the run, rose in her throat as she spotted the few men...No doubt there were more coming. Narrowing her eyes she brushed a few loose strands of hair from her face, her eyes settling upon the most decorated man in the front..<br><br>"Can I help you...."<br><br>She inquired, unaware of the two sets of eyes peeking out from the lace curtains behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 06:27:38</strong>
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				Sir Richard sat upon his horse chatting rather idly with his officers. The quartet of officers seemed to have moved on to the subject of quail hunting, and their eyes seemed to be turned towards a forested edge of the estate. A younger lieutenant opined “I doubt they have a huntsmen about with hounds to really facilitate out needs.” Sir Richard nodded slightly “Your most likely right Basil but we shall not know until we make proper inquiries. We can’t assume that there isn’t the odd vestige of civilization here. At the very least, there out to be some manner of hunting we can engage in.” Basil’s sandy haired associate seemed to add “I have seem some foxes while we’ve been on patrol, we’d only really need to acquire hounds to allow that to transpire. At the very least we could send for those from one of the larger cities. Surely they’d know someone there.” Sir Richard’s eyes seemed to light up with excitement at the prospect “Foxes yes, why didn’t I think of that. Good God man, I’ve a few flasks of that excellent German Jaggrmeister in the baggage, and naturally we have the horses. Hunting horns can be found anywhere. That’s brilliant Robert, a fox hunt. We’ll that’s settled then.” <br><br>Naturally this conversation went on until Kitty deigned to interrupt them, they had rather been expecting to be approached by the man of the house thus her walking over towards them hadn’t been thought much of. Naturally she was facing the most decorated of them, and Sir Richard clearly seemed to be the man who the others deferred to. “Madame, we were expecting to see your father? Or husband?” Clearly he didn’t know sufficient about the Brydon family to place her definitely as the breeder’s daughter but he doubted he was speaker to another servant by the way she carried her. “However, where are my manners, madame I am Sir Richard Fortesque, and I hold the rank of Captain in his Majesties’7th Dragoon Guards. Naturally we are currently station in the colonies to deal with the threat the Indians pose to the colonists.” He gestured to his comrades as he indicated “And these are my esteemed comrades Robert Sommerville, Basil Craig and William FitzGilbert whom all hold the rank of lieutenant in his majesties service.”<br><br>He offered her a rather engaging smile as he dismounted from his horse in a rather fluid motion. “Madame I’m rather pleased to make our acquaintance.” He bowed in a rather sweeping fashion. “Unfortunately our appearance is not strictly speaking a social call. As there have been reports of Indian raids in this area, my commanding officer has dispatched me to this area to conduct patrols and ensure that the inhabitants remain unmolested.” He smiled to her as he noted “And having met you madame I assure you I shall be well pleased to see personally to your safety.” After all she was a rather delightful looking woman. “However, as you may well be aware as yet, His Majesty has not had the proper opportunity to construct proper barracks and facilities throughout his rather rapidly expanding holdings in the new world to accommodate the humble soldiers he employs in the defense of the realm. As such he has little choice but to commandeer from his most loyal subjects lodgings for those in his service. Naturally given your family rather substantial horse breeding operation, this estate happens to be the only one in the area that could properly accommodate a squadron of dragoons. As such madame I’m afraid you shall be obliged to provide us with some manner of hospitality while we are stationed here. The feed for our horses and for the food we consume you will be compensated for. However, our use of your estate otherwise is your duty as a loyal subject of His Majesty.” He offered his explanation for their presence in a rather flowing manner.<br><br>He stepped forwards towards her, his dark eyes scrutinizing her form perhaps a bit more closely as he spoke. “We also will wish to look over the existing inventory of horses, we do require a number of remounts. You will of course be paid appropriately for those as well.” He smiled to her as he looked over at the house “I rather hope that your home is as large as it appears Madame, I have one hundred and twenty men under my command at the moment, and every last one of them requires a roof over his head.” He smiled to her as he noted “However, we shall attempt to make our presence as minimally intrusive as is possible under the circumstances.” Yes, as minimally intrusive as over a hundred soldiers tromping around could be. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 17:28:47</strong>
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				"My father..."<br><br>Was all Kitty had time to note, before the pompously dressed man dismounted and began upon a long speech that seemed all too rehearsed in her opinion. Her thin black brows knitted in frustration at mention of King and loyalty. Where had this King been up until now? Or at least his goons…The land seemed more important than the people, for the Indian raids had been going on for years, and only recently had their attacks turned to land and crop. Perhaps the King’s pocket was hurting? Or at least, the coin purses of his men, who didn’t look at all deprived…<br><br>She shifted her weight onto her left foot, annoyed at how drawn out his sermon was. His posh vernacular did not disguise his underlying meaning. She did not need an extensive boarding school education to sum up his words as, We’re taking up board in your home with or without your consent…Kitty felt her thin lips twitch slightly as she eyed the men he deemed lieutenants, before setting her icy gaze upon the Captain. <br><br>“As for our horses you are welcome to purchase any of them. We have thirty six stallions and twenty five mares present in a variety of breeds My father has taken our four Arabians to show in Charlestown. They would not be for sale regardless, as they belong to our family. I highly doubt you would be interested in our untrained foals, so feel free to have a look about the stables for whatever it is your…men…fancy.” She flicked a few locks of hair from her face, shifting her weight once more , unintentionally creating a small sway to her hips.&nbsp; It was rather apparent that she was well versed in the business of horse breeding, and not at all a dainty onlooker in the fields. <br><br>“I regret to inform you, Captain, that this estate is meant for lodging horses not men. Unless you would have them sleeping on couches and pillows upon the floor, I cannot guarantee their comfort here..” She mused with a gentle lace of spite lingering within her words. Unlike a majority of the town, Kitty was not keen on welcoming these strangers with open arms. Several of the more aristocratic residents had already taken soldiers into their homes. While their daughters benefited greatly from the literally waves of potential husbands, Kitty found no prospect or desire to search for one amongst the men present nor the ones the decorated Captain had boasted about that were no doubt somewhere close by.<br><br>Her intention of appearing as an intolerable hostess and an insurmountable force to be reckoned with, a state of confidence which had scared off many annoying suitors and persistent businessmen, shattered completely as two wide eyed grinning boys rushed to her side. <br><br>“Kitty, are the soldiers staying with us?!” Billy gleamed, though curious he kept his hand on his sisters belt loop. Samuel stood shyly behind her opposite leg, looking quite plainly at the Captains helm. Their sister, who had stood a moment before like a mountain, now seemed as if she had been struck by lightning. She narrowed her eyes at the boys, who remained oblivious to her anger and continued to stare at the soldiers present, before looking back up to the Captain.&nbsp; <br><br>“I do not think they would be very comfortable here…”She repeated, hoping that it would be enough to send them elsewhere..Hope, however, was a very fragile concept these days.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 20:12:09</strong>
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				Sir Richard smiled to her as he remarked “Ah your father..”. He seemed genuinely pleased to hear that particular response, after all his reception later by said father may have been rather awkward if he’d been in the company of a much younger second wife. Dark eyes traveled rather appreciatively over her form as he appeared rather fascinated by the way her britches and long boots clung to her form. She chose a rather masculine form of dress it appeared although the effect of it was truly anything but. His eyes lingered upon her and by the sound of things she knew horses, he could only presume her garb reflected the fact she road rather frequently. He observed that rather meant those lovely legs would be rather used to tightening about a beast she was riding. Sir Robert smiled rather inexplicably as he noted his mind was wandering.<br><br>While he seemed rather struck by her appearance, she seemed rather immune to the dashing figure he cut and his florid introduction. His more amorous thoughts seemed to bid a slight retreat as he observed the icy stare he was fixed with. A warm reception this was not to be he determined before she even got around to speaking further. Never the less he chose to flash her a rather charming smile as he observed “Ahh it sounds like you have quite a selection on hand then. I shall be happy along with several of my men to take a closer look at your horses once we’ve had a chance to settle in. Naturally we have had a rather long journey and we should see to that and thereafter sending out and scheduling patrols of the area. If you feel capable Miss Brydon, I trust would be agreeable to showing the horses to us if you do not expect your father’s return for several days?” Despite her evident lack of enthusiasm for their presence he seemed to maintain same demeanor as he commented “As you do appear to know your family’s business.” His eyes followed the sway of her hips and he seemed to diverge from the topic at hand as he inquired “And if I might inquire Miss Brydon, how may I address you less formally?” He sought to determine her name as it hadn’t been offered up until this point.<br><br>He offered her an effusive smile as he observed “Madame I do thank you for your concern as to my men. We’re quite aware that your home was likely not constructed with a mind to lodging well over a hundred men. That would be slightly unusual and even more unusual if it were so and the majority of those rooms were entirely empty! Couches and pillows shall do, I assure you are ingenuity is not lacking in making the most of a situation. While we can adapt our horses are somewhat less flexible and the facilities here are far better than an alternative for them. So Miss Brydon we shall remain your guests.” He stepped in towards her slightly as he remarked “And I do look forward to the pleasure of your company in the coming weeks ahead. I’m sure you shall prove a charming hostess.” <br><br>As interesting as her attire and form proved, he rather got the impression she’d much prefer he and all his men turned around and road off immediately, as opposed to welcoming them to stay for months to follow. His eyes gleamed slightly as he regarded her as he mused to himself that she would have to be won over. Why precisely she chose to great them with such barely concealed hostility he did not know. Although some women did seem strangely to harbour antipathy towards any military endeavour, on the other hand an equal number seemed to swoon over the scarlet coat he wore. His mind seemed to work upon what angle he should approach her from to advance his cause with her, after all she could make his stay here very pleasant.<br><br>Fortune seemed to smile upon him as opportunity presented itself to him a moment later as two younger boys dashed out and seemed to regard him in a rather awestruck fashion. He turned his attention to them as he squatted down to regard each of them in turn. “Hello there lads, yes we will be staying here for a while as I was just telling your sister.” He spied the younger boy’s eyes fixing upon his plumed helm and he undid the strap at his chin. He slowly pulled the helm from his head and his own rather mussed up dark hair was thus revealed. He looked to Samuel as he inquired “And what’s your name?” Thereafter he presented the helmet to the boy as he said “Would you like to try it on?” He extended the helmet to him as he saw no harm in letting the boy try it on. Thereafter, he turned to Billy as he inquired “And who might you be my fine fellow?” He asked and with a rather conspiratorial smile to the boy he promised “Ask when your sister isn’t looking at us like that and I’ll show you my sword.” <br><br>He returned to Kitty’s level as he smiled to her “Madam while I am pleased with your concern for our comfort, I’m afraid we shall have to make due. I’m sure we shall manage a more than tolerable level of comfort.”&nbsp; He didn’t appear to have been scared off at all by her intention to repel them by being entirely inhospitable. He also noticed how keenly that facade melted away upon the appearance of her younger brothers. Children it seemed were ever a thin wedge into a woman’s heart. He flashed her another smile as he noted “I should see to my men being settled into place, can I count upon your invitation to dinner madame?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 01:20:03</strong>
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				He was handsome. <br><br>She could not deny him that. Despite her cold treatment and distant stare which seemed to completely ignore the fact the man before her seemed carved from marble and painted to be life like, she had noted his attractiveness and set it aside in her mind. Perhaps under different circumstances, she would have reacted differently and possibly felt somewhat giddy upon the rather obvious wandering of his eyes. Given the existing state however, Kitty only further knitted her brows in response.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Settle in?</em><br><br>Well the first attempt hadn’t worked, and the much smaller girl had arched her back forward to straighten out her posture as if she hadn’t been defeated slightly by that fact. “My father will be gone for a few weeks time.” <em>At least until the letter I plan on sending reaches him</em>. “As the primary trainer of our herd” She said with slight emphasis on the fact that she was the one to break and train, so she had more than just knowledge of the business, “I would be willing to show you the ones available for purchase…”<br><br>She had ignored his inquiry of her name, and the assumption on his part of her being a charming hostess. She would be, if anything, tolerable of their presence. She would not swoon over them, serving tea and offering foot massages like some doll faced maid. Regardless of&nbsp; if these intruders would decide to force their way across the Brydon threshold or not, there was work to be done. With or without their presence, there was much to do. Hard labor, which they did not have the benefit of many servants to assist with. The presence of demanding soldiers would only further the work load, which ultimately would fall upon Kitty’s shoulders.<br><br>A fact which fueled her fire most to get these men as far away as possible…<br><br>The other reason, presented itself in two young wide eyed boys who were already far too fascinated with soldiers and war. She placed her hands upon their small shoulders, bringing them close to her sides in a motherly fashion. She pulled them back slightly, or attempted to , as the Captain knelt before them. Kitty watched, without blinking, and kept a firm grip upon her brothers . She didn’t imagine the British man would&nbsp; try to snatch them up and gallop off, or anything ridiculous of that sort.&nbsp; However, his grin made her unsettled and perhaps she protected the boys out of mere instinct that she was the most uncomfortable out of the three.<br><br>“Samuel!” The boy chirped, taking the helmet nearly half his size with both hands. He grinned towards his sister who faked a smile for his sake, and as the boys attention turned back to the furry hat, her face went cold again. Billy, who had been impatient that his younger brother introduced himself first, straightened up in his best posture. “William Sir!” he beamed, and shrugged his shoulder that Kitty’s hand was on, embarrassed slightly by her infringing upon his moment of manliness. “She always looks that way…” He remarked with a coy smirk, to which another fake smile was given. <br><br>Having had more than enough of the man’s attempt to win over her ever so eager siblings, Kitty placed her hands on her brothers back and nudged Samuel slightly. “Give the man his helm back…Go put your things in my room…” She said softly, but with an underlying tone meaning <em>now</em>. Reluctantly the youngest boy offered back the helmet, and left with his brother into the large house after grinning towards their new guests. Kitty crossed her arms again, looking over the Captain who seemed as if he had just made the near-to-victory checkmate in Chess. Not so easily defeated, the dark haired Colonial rearranged her pieces promptly with another small sway of her hips.<br><br>“From the way you seem to carry on Sir, I assume you would come with or without an invitation. Supper is at six…” She nodded, annoyed, and turned on the heel of her boot to walk inside. She would have to inform the few servants they had to go to the market…daily. She had enough trouble cooking for the four members of her family, but over one hundred men! Kitty snarled slightly after informing the servants of ingredients she would need for a very large pot of soup amongst other things, and made her way out to the barn once more… <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 02:27:48</strong>
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				Sir Richard could very well have been become discouraged that his charm, fine words and debonair appearance earned him no more than a rather icy stare and the apparently wish that he depart with all due hast.&nbsp; He on the other hand chose to respond to such practiced indifference as nothing more than a challenge being tendered to him. If she wished to play hard to get, he would be indefatigable in his pursuit of her. Now that he thought about it one of the boys had referred to her as Kitty, doubtless that was some manner of abbreviation of some sort likely making her name..Catherine, Katrina or some such thing. If nothing else this would prove a change from being fawned over ceaselessly by simpering women, change could be good.<br><br>He nodded slightly as he indicated “Ah well, I shall be glad to meet your father upon his return then. Hopefully his journey is a safe and fruitful one.” He observed politely as thereafter his lips formed as easy smile “I shall look forward to seeing you display the horses for us then. I’m sure your efforts to train them have been most excellent and we will only need to train them further as it relates to horses serving in a martial capacity.” He lofted a brow to her “So Kitty is short for what exactly? Catherine? Katrina?” She’d declined to give him her name so now he asked after it again, and it would be terribly impolite to overlook the question when framed rather more directly.<br><br>He observed the manner in which Kitty seemed to hover over her brothers in a rather maternal fashion. He inferred that perhaps she did act the part as no mention had yet been made of her mother. He really hadn’t done anything at all which would seem to arouse her suspicions regarding the two boys, rather he’d simply sought to indulge their excitement at having soldiers present. He grinned to the boy who seemed quite pleased to take the helmet and if nothing else examine its oversized form rather closely. Turning his attention to William who related to him his sister always looks that way.&nbsp; He chuckled to the boy as he remarked “A pleasure to meet you then William and you as well Samuel.” He smiled to the boys as he noted “Perhaps we’ll manage to coax your sister in relaxing a little. After all there is no reason not to let you both have a bit of fun.”&nbsp; <br><br>Needless to say such persuasion would have to be forthcoming as Kitty ordered her younger brother away after returning the helmet to him. As she crossed her arms in front of him, he offered her a rather innocent look as though wondering ‘why ever are you looking at me that way?’. Evidently while he may impress her simply she remained rather unimpressed with him, nor did he think a charming antedote about how his ancestors rode with William the Conqueror was the sort of thing that would do the trick. He tucked his shining helmet under his arm as his eyes noted the slight sway of her hips. Naturally he’d also been quite interested in the effect her arms formed across her and pushing her chest upwards. Well fascinated might have been a better term for it.<br><br>He grinned to her as she indicated supper was at six, even as she suggested that he would have joined her with or without invitation. “Ah I shall look forward to it then Miss Brydon, do you know what is being prepared? I may well be able to produce a suitable wine from our baggage.” He seemed to consider that there was a rather substantial amount of men to feed here as he noted “I shall send my quartermaster to see your servants later and I’m sure they can arrange to see to procuring sufficient supplies to feed while we’re here.. as well as compensating you for what is used from your estate.” He idly noted “And I shall detail some men to assist your servants at the moment, my men are hungry and unlikely to wish to wait overly long to eat.” <br><br>As Kitty stalked off he smiled faintly as his eyes followed her rather blatantly to anyone else watching. Thereafter, he seemed to recall what he was about as he noted “Basil go round up the men and get them in here. Robert go check on the barns and stables and once the men are here begin seeing to having our horses looked after and fed. William give Robert your horse and run up ahead to the house and begin to organize the billeting of the men. I might be a bit cramped but we’ll see that there is a roof over them.”<br><br>William undid the strap of his helm and laughed “And what are you going to be seeing to Sir Richard?” A pause and a rather conspirator smile “I take it your going to see to ‘the mounts’ immediately. After all you seem to have set your heart on riding a colonial mare eh?”<br><br>Richard’s rather choked protest “Damn it man at least wait till she’s walked farther away to say such things. Blast it we’re not in the barracks or a tavern. She is a fine looking girl, I’ll give her that. Although the only part of any of us she seems to fancy seeing is the back of us on our way elsewhere.” <br><br>Robert took the reigns of William’s horse as the other lieutenant dismounted, and the fair haired officer responded rather laconically “And yet you don’t seem terribly discouraged by that.”<br><br>The Captain lofted a brow to him as he noted “Let it not be said I don’t like a challenge.” He grinned slightly as he noted “Besides how could she possibly resist me if I apply myself?”<br><br>Robert grinned slightly “Is that a wager Captain? What shall we make it 20 pounds?”<br><br>Sir Richard let a laugh spill through his lips as he noted “I swear the only reason your not a Captain yet is you squander your money gambling as opposed to buying yourself a commission. But I’ll see your 20 pounds, though I should try it whether your money was to line my pockets or not.” <br><br>Robert turned to William and Basil as he remarked “And the two of you? Any takers?”<br><br>Basil interjected “I’m with you on this one Rob, I think she’d like to kick him more than kiss him. Care to double your wager Oh Fearless leader?” <br><br>The Captain grinned “If I didn’t like you Basil I say that was insubordinant. But yes, fine you shall have your wager. What about you William do you doubt me as well?”<br><br>William offered him an innocent expression as he noted “Why I don’t doubt you for a moment. But I want no part of your gambling over yea or nay, I think I’ll start a pool among the men to see how long she can resist you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 05:18:20</strong>
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				“Katrina”<br><br>She had admitted reluctantly, and only for the sake of being polite. In fact, she considered herself being very polite, though that was like saying that Medusa believed herself kind when turning onlookers to stone. She didn’t consider this a game of cat and mouse in the concept of a romantic pursuit, but more of survival. Despite their formalities, the soldiers did have weapons, and despite her pride she would not risk her brothers’ safety for the satisfaction of telling them off.<br><br>The Captain’s arrogantly innocent smile only made her more annoyed, and she nudged her brothers a bit more firmly to make them hurry to the house.&nbsp; She could hear their dragging feet in the dusty drive, and their mutters about how unfair she was but how brilliant it was that so many soldiers would be staying with them. They did not know, in their childish naivety, how serious this situation could be..An extreme which their sister would keep them from at all costs. Her concern for them apparent in one moment of blissful emotion, melting through her icy eyes, before freezing again when facing the soldiers properly.<br><br>“I cannot say what is for supper yet…I haven’t cooked for more than four for some time…”She mused before leaving his graces without a curtsey or a nod. Sarcasm dripping from her lovely lips. She had not traveled far from their presence, when the talk of a Colonial mare caught her attention. Her pace slowed, and she twitched her fingers in frustration.<br><br>How dare they!<br><br>At least the Captain had enough decency to ask them to cease until she was out of earshot..if that could be claimed as decent. However, he joined in with the discussion quite eagerly, and by the time the subject of wagers was being brought up, Kitty had angrily stormed inside the house. Her boots clicked roughly against the floor, scuffing up the hall carpet slightly as she turned on her heel once more towards the stairs. The men would probably be on their way to the stables to put away Lord knows how many horses.. Thankfully they had enough empty stables since their last large sale of stallions to hopefully accommodate the new steeds without much difficulty.&nbsp; If the soldiers would be at the stables, Kitty wanted to avoid them for now..Especially that far too confident Captain. <br><br>She walked up the long stair case, past several doors before entering her room. <br><br>Stepping over piles of her brothers’ clothing and toys which they had set in the middle of the floor, Kitty made her way behind her changing screen. If she was to fix supper, that would mean she would need to clean up at least..The horses were put away, and with the exception of Billy and Samuel’s hay fiasco, the chores were for the most part complete. Sighing softly, Kitty slipped off her clothing and tossed them in the washing bin, rubbing her sun kissed skin gently, unaware that the curtains were drawn back enough that if someone stood from a certain angle near the stables..a good bit of her could be seen. A good bit, enhanced in the most alluring fashion by the sunlight which shadowed the curves of her very pleasant figure. She took up a cloth from her dresser and dipped it in the porcelain wash bowl, massaging the dust from her face…her neck....her shoulders…The cool water dripping down her skin felt heavenly after a long days work, Katrina was in no rush to finish..<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 07:10:33</strong>
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				Sir Richard heard her name tendered as Katrina and he repeated it to himself “Katrina.” He seemed to let the name linger on his lips rather liking the sound of it.&nbsp; However, he was also rather aware that she didn’t seem to be parting with the information from any sense of fondness or want of conversation.&nbsp; His dark eyes watched as she chivvied her sibling off to the house before turning to glare in the general direction of he and his subordinates once more. “Ah well if you don’t know, I shall ensure that I lay hands on both a white and a red, that way one should adequately suit the meal.” He remained for the moment impeccably polite when speaking directly to her.<br><br>After all it had been once she departed and was thought out of earshot that the conversation had devolved into locker room jibes and rather lewd speculation. Richard had thought her too far from where they stood by the time he’d said anything particular damning to hear a word that passed from his lips. Thus he’d rather freely engaged in the banter that had emerged as she headed off to the barn and presumably the house. He’d remained with the other officers for a span of moments and then they had their tasks about them. Comradery devolved into duty as they took to their tasks, one hundred and twenty soldiers soon road onto the estate kicking up a cloud of dust in their wake. With practiced skill the facilities available to them were utilized as best they were able as, both man and horse was liable to find himself a bit cramped but it was unavoidable. <br><br>Soldiers thus milled about the estate a mass of red coated men with gleaming helms with black plumes of hair and horses of a variety of hues. Sir Richard lead his horse to the stable and then chose to delegate to a trooper the task of seeing that his horse was unsaddled, fed, watered and curried. With his helmet still tucked under his arm, he made his way out of the stables and towards the house itself. His whistled tunelessly as he walked towards the manor. His eyes sliding over the building as he walked rather absorbed in his own thoughts and schemes which were now divided into equal parts as to how he was to win over Kitty, and how he should deal with the menacing savages that were troubling the area. <br><br>He really hadn’t made it much past the stables when his eyes fixed upon the open window. He blinked as he saw his hostess’ form illuminated in the window, undoubtedly displaying a great deal more of herself than she had any intention of doing so. A grin slide to his lips as for a span of moments he simply watched, his dark eyes drinking in her figure, he seemed spellbound as he watched that washing rag trace over her supple form. Although a moment later he remarked “Oh bloody hell I can’t just stand here gawking and let everyone see her this way.”<br><br>It was one thing for him to get a good look at her, but having her charms displayed to all and sundry simply would not do. After all she was to be his, even if she had yet to really get on board with that line of thinking it wouldn’t do have had everyone take a good long look at her in this manner. Thus a slight stir was caused about the troopers as they spied their Captain making his way towards the house at a dead run. His helmet tucked under his helmet he seemed to be moving with all due haste. There was a brief moment of anxiety as several soldiers assumed they were under attack and carbines were fetched and guns drawn as a dozen sets of eyes immediately went on the look out for enemies. A middle aged trooper looked at the more youthful soldiers with their weapons in hand and shook his head. His hand stroked his graying beard as he rather sagely related “There are only two reasons a man runs that fast, one is he’s under attack. The other is that he needs to use the privy.” He smirked “Put your weapons away, you’re getting jumpy over the captain is in dire need of relieving himself. I don’t think that qualifies as an emergency to anyone but him.”&nbsp; A chuckle broke out among the small group around him and they went back to attending to their horses.<br><br>The Captain was actually racing up a staircase in the house and now searching through the rooms upstairs. He discovered a library and then an empty bedroom, before he found the one in question that he was looking for. His breath had quickened slightly from sprinting up to her bedchamber, and he barged right into her room and walked over towards the window drawing it shut without explaining his presence. However, he turned around to lean against the windowsill regarding her. “My compliments Kitty.” He smiled rather drolly as he noted “I rather imagined you did want a hundred and twenty men to assemble there and watch you as you completed bathing so I raced over here to shut the window.” Having thus preserved her modesty he seemed to be enjoying the lack of it that was currently before him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 01:43:35</strong>
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				A moment’s peace was not to be expected with more than one hundred soldiers made their way towards one house, intending to take up residence for Lord knows how long. Kitty recalled with annoyance as the trampling of a thousand hooves shook the house enough for her porcelain wash bowl to tremble slightly, that the Captain had not cared to mention exactly how long their deployment was. She huffed quietly, dipping the cloth back into the cold water before running it beneath and across her breasts. A tremble rolled up her spine as the brisk air and icy water caressed her skin. For a moment, a brief moment, she forgot how terribly intolerable that man seemed.<br><br>The sound of the door opening made her jump, covering herself with her hands as best as one could when dealing with two hands and several exposed intimate parts. However the soft footsteps and clashing of wooden horses and metal toy soldiers upon her quilt eased her tension. Peeking out from behind the changing screen she smiled at her brothers who were sorting through their toys. Both of them had horrible habits of sleeping with at least one of their toys on their pillows, and given the days occurrence, Kitty anticipated to be poked or prodded by an inanimate soldier in the middle of the night…<br><br>That kind of soldier, she would not mind.<br><br>“Knocking would be nice.” She smirked, taking the ribbon from her hair as she retreated once again behind the screen. She shook out her curls, letting her hair cascade down her body towards her waist in a rather mermaid-esque fashion. Her jesting annoyance fell on deaf ears, as her brothers continued to grin about how their toy soldiers looked so much like the ones outside. In a moment their chattering&nbsp; had softened and the door shut once again, and as Kitty crossed the room to gather clothes to change into, she had noticed a few soldiers missing from the pile. They had more than likely been taken to be shown off or compared to at a closer glance, with a real life counterpart.<br><br>Shaking her head, Kitty took out a white chemise, a pair of black breeches and a loose top similar to the one she had been wearing previously. She found no reason to wear a gown, not even a casual skirt. Why would she bother dressing up for these strangers? She was not a doll to be gawked at, and though judging by their appalling comments when her back was turned she already was stuck in their thoughts, Kitty was determined not to appear the least bit interested in impressing any of them. She would be tolerable as a hostess, and nothing more..<br><br>So she told herself.<br><br>Placing her clothes in a pile on her dressing bench behind the screen, the young icy eyed girl cupped her hands into the wash bowl and splashed her face with the cold water, allowing the small beads to run down her body. They followed her curves and some drops even ventured down her long legs to the small of her ankles. The water felt lovely. Absolutely soothing as each drop seemed to melt away her troubles and concerns of the strangers no doubt settling into different corners of the house at that very moment. <br><br>The door swinging open, with a bit more force, made her hiss. “William, Samuel did I not just tell you to knock?!” She drew her lips inward in frustration. A large shadow, and much heavier footsteps made it obvious that the intruder was not either of her brothers…Turning quickly, her jaw dropped in astonishment at seeing the Captain leaning against her window. She had not seen him close it at all, and it was not until he mentioned showing herself off that she realized it had been.&nbsp; The embarrassing thought fleeted her mind immediately, and she pulled her chemise from the pile and slipped it over her head quickly, her legs crossing over one another as she struggled to keep balance and prevent him from seeing any more than he had already….An attempt determined futile after just seconds of balancing on one foot. <br><br>“What the hell do you think you are doing?! Is this part of your damn wager!! Get out!” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 03:01:28</strong>
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				Evidently her brothers had been running into the room while she was bathing before hand, a fact which Richard rather thought would result in some confused thoughts later in life for the two boys. It seemed a moment for her to determine it was him as opposed to one of the children, he grinned in an amused manner as she rather quickly pulled some clothing on in an attempt to bar him from any further appraisal of her form.&nbsp; Although he’d note the chemise was rather short leaving her in the rather amusing position of attempting to cover up her sex by crossing her legs. He seemed to have little compunction about enjoying the view as he smiled to her “Well given that I’ve now seen no more than you were displaying to all the world a few moments past, I don’t think you need worry about my presence.” <br><br>He blinked slightly as she mentioned his wager. He paused for a moment, as while normally he seemed to have a rather ready answer for everything, one could almost see his mind working to explain away that conversation. Although his initial comment of “Oh you heard all that did you? Well that’s awkward. My apologies the talk among soldiers does become rather coloured, it comes with the territory just as much as the uniforms. You should hear some of the songs..” Thereafter, he shrugged his shoulders slightly and remarked “As I said to them their bet affects nothing I would do. They simply imagine that I shall be less successful in winning your affections, than I’m of the opinion I shall be. And naturally I cannot let my subordinates doubt me in anything so it was my duty to accept their wager.”<br><br>Sir Richard regarded her as she glared at him and inquired “Although I have to ask – what exactly is your problem? Most women are tremendously gratified if I pay them the slightest bit of attention and you’ve been hissing at me like a wet cat since the moment I arrived.” He eyed her as he noted “I’m well aware I don’t look repulsive, my family is well enough breed that we came across the channel with William the Conqueror and fought at Hastings, I stand to inherit lands and titles, I’m a knight and have a fairly successful military career and good prospects with that improving. I get along well with most people.” He seemed to point out all of the reasons why most people found him terribly agreeable and women generally fawned over him.<br><br>He strode over to where she was seeking rather desperately to cover her lower body from his eyes. “And yet you seem hell bent on disliking me. Really I was only trying to be kind to your younger brothers but you seemed to wish to punish them simply for having been curious children.” It was a fairly mild rebuke as he noted “So what are you so afraid of hmm? You seem wound far too tight by my estimation. Although I suppose the task of caring for children before you time might explain part of that it doesn’t seem to cover the whole of it in my thinking.”<br><br>Sir Richard was standing rather close to her as he reached towards her, his hands settling upon her shoulders as he sought to steady her. A rather mischievous smile graced his lips as he noted “Although your brother thinks your always this way, so perhaps its not simply me. You may just need to relax and not worry about everyone else for a change.” Before giving her a chance to reply immediately his head tilted slightly and his neck craned downwards as he’d press his lips to her own. He’d kiss her rather hotly, likely to her muffled protests. His hand also slipped about her to let his fingers dig into the curve of her ass and grope it rather firmly. His lips rather seemed intent on capturing hers and sampling them in a lingering manner. When he’d finally withdraw both mouth and hand he murmured “Now play nicely Kitty.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 01:10:23</strong>
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				Kitty attempted pull down her short chemise as best as she could to cover the bare curves and folds of her sex. However, as he had noted, he had already seen all of her intimate places...A fact which infuriated her, only more so by the fact that he was grinning about it! The audacity! First barging into her home, than into her room! He pranced around as if he had every damn right to be there!<br><br>"I could not care less of what your subordinates think of you. I will not have any part in your wager save for making you lose it," She hissed with the up most spite and malice spilling from her sweet lips. She had completely forgotten that she was half dressed, and promptly pulled up her breeches then tucked the chemise into it. Her supple breasts were still perked to the chilled air and cold water dripping about her nipples...<br><br>Obviously not at all swooned by his boastings of his ancestors, his titles, and his confidence in his own looks, Kitty simply rolled her eyes as she tugged on her high boots. Was he trying to impress her, or make her feel guilty for not falling immediately in love with one such as himself? Intending to muse the question, Kitty straightened up only to find him advancing upon her. She quirked a thin brow, steppin back slightly as she realized just how much taller he was..He was somewhat intimidating at this close of a proximity...Her hands placed against his chest in a meek attempt to place a barrier between them. However, he seemed to take it as a invitation to embrace her. Eyes wide, Kitty parted her lips to snap at him...<br><br>But found them occupied by something else. Her body trembled slightly, and pushed against his upon the feel of his hand against her ass. She gasped softly, her fingers tightening against the material of his jacket. She had never been kissed in such a manner before, and she could feel the curves of her sex pressing against his as his hand gripped tightly upon her. Her knees buckled slightly...<br><br>When their lips parted, she seemed for a moment serene. A small smile crossed her lips as she trailed her hands up his chest..across his shoulders, and to the side of his face to stroke at his handsome features. "You want me to play nice?"She purred, fluttering her eyelashes up at him innocently. She stood up on her toes, arching her back so her breasts would press against his chest. Slowly...as she leaned in to kiss his lips, <em>WHACK</em>!! She slapped him hard against the face. Her scowl returned and she slipped on her blouse quickly. "Start by taking a different approach to this...wager of yours! You know nothing about me! I don't give a damn about your ancestors or how much land or money your family has. I don't care for the way you swoon my brothers to your side after <em>I</em> have spent, yes you are correct in that <em>I </em> have raised them, so much time convincing them that the military is not a life they desire! I am not the sort of woman, Captain Fortesque, to dote and fawn over a man I do not know and in your case that I<em> do not </em> want to know! While you are very handsome" That slipped out before she could stop herself "Your audacity and overconfidence is hardly charming to me. If you had any indication that I was the sort who would hop into bed with you after hearing I am the prize of some damn bet where you compared me to a horse to ride, you are sadly mistaken!" She turned immediately and walked towards the open door, glaring over her shoulder.<br><br>"I do hope you enjoy your stay..."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 03:19:40</strong>
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				Richard couldn’t help but grin slightly at the infuriated reaction he had initially received. The utter malice that poured forth from such a sweet form was an amazing thing to behold, although truthfully his attention had strayed more to her bared legs and perked nipples than her mood. Although it would infuriate her in all likelihood that her venom only obtained a grin from his lips in response As he kissed her he felt her form trembling and her form leaning forward against him, triumph would flash through his eyes in a manner that said ‘I am irresistible!’. He’d feel the soft, warm form of her sex brushing against him as their bodies came together, and part of his ached to press her up against the wall and simply to have her here and now, priority be damned.<br><br>Richard briefly indulged the thought that by kissing her he had smashed that icy exterior and thus won her over as he was granted a smile and felt her hand stroking over his cheek. He nodded to her to confirm that her playing nicely was exactly what he wanted. He smiled as he heard her purr and rather found things to be going swimmingly. Evidently she *could* be quite pleasant when she wasn’t attempting to be deliberately miserable. Then his mood took a turn for the worse, rather in time with her hand striking his cheek rather firmly. His cheek strung as he rubbed against it. His dark eyes fixed upon her as he noted her scowl. “Well Kitty, I don’t know anything about you. Most people would have offered me tea and related a great deal about themselves when I arrived. You chose to try and get rid of me. Nor have you been tremendously forthcoming as it took your brother blurting out your name to get that. So don’t criticize me for knowing nothing about you.”<br><br>His hand lowered from her cheek as his gaze remained upon her. “As for what lives your brothers should choose to live – that’s up to them Kitty, if they wish to serve their King its not your place to gainsay them even if you were their mother.”&nbsp; He grinned to her as he noted “I will thank you for thinking me handsome, your quite beautiful yourself. As for whether you wish to know me – how should you determine that without knowing me somewhat? Thus far you’ve been rather determined that I should be gone and let that be the end of it. Which as most look at it isn’t the fairest of weighings.” He resisted the urge to rather imperiously tell her that ‘Audacity is my middle name’, as he wasn’t sure how that would improve the situation.<br><br>He spied her turning to slip away from him and his hand grasped her shoulder. “Not so fast Kitty.” He sought to pull her back towards him as he remarked “There is the matter that you just struck me Kitty.” He offered her a rather stern look as he noted “It is a capital offense to strike a uniformed officer in His Majesty’s service.” His eyes slide over her as he noted “Now I could take you to a magistrate Kitty, but I’m not that sort of fellow. I like to handle these issues personally.” With that said, he pressed her form up against the wall, his body pinning her there. Its rather strong and muscular form holding her in place as his lips would lock against hers once more. He’d kiss her in a rather heated and impassioned manner, letting his lips claim her as his hips ground into her pressing his groin to the cradle of her sex. “But needless to say, you do need to be punished.” <br><br>His lips lingered against her own as he’d kiss her once more rather lightly. Thereafter, his hands grasped her by the hips and he’d hoist her from her feet. He seemed to carry her as though she were as light as feather and it posed not the slightest of challenges. He carried her over to the bed and there he laid her out across his knee. That same audacious smile that seemed to bother her so much rested upon his lips once more, as his hands undid her pants and pushed them downwards rather forcefully to seek to bare the curve of her ass. He leaned in towards her and noted “And if you had been paying closer attention to that conversation you overheard I wasn’t the one who made that comparison.&nbsp; I simply commented on your attractiveness in response to it.” <br><br>His hand pressed to the roundness of her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as his hand gripped her. He fondled that shapely form for a moment as his other hand would prevent her from squirming away from him. His fingers would slip down to touch against the soft lips of her sex and rather teasingly rub against her. “Now Kitty, you’re going to be much more agreeable with me. I don’t care for withering gazes or scalding comments.” His fingers drifted to press against her clit, grinding against it as he toyed with those soft folds. Rubbing against them as he looked down at her, “You’re going to behave around me and treat me with all due respect. I want you to understand that now.”<br><br>That statement was made as his fingers seemed to see playing with her and a large hand rose and thereafter came swooping downwards through the air to rather forcefully drive his palm into the soft flesh of her ass. A loud crack would resound as hand met flesh and a certain redness would emerge in its wake. After the first blow to her ass cheeks, he paused, his hand pressing into her flesh once more and groping her. “After all, if I’d compared you to a horse I would most certainly have noted that you needed breaking in in order for you to be ridden.” He sought to cause her to blush as his hand sought to repeat the gesture, rising upwards level with his ear, to swing downwards and rather forcefully connect with her posterior. The loud SMACK would sound again, as he leaned in towards her. “You know Kitty, the only hard and fast rule I have in any conflict is that I win.” He smiled to her as his hand moved to stroke her hair as he murmured “That also applies to you. But you are going to speak pleasantly to me, answer my questions, and for all the world be as agreeable a hostess as you can mange or you’re going to made to answer to me. And by the gods I can make this seem like nothing to you – I’ll go so far as to buy your brother’s a commission to make you miserable if you cross me.” His hand rather firmly hammered into her ass again, striking her and then it was swiftly followed by a further blow. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before his palm was driven into her thrice more in quick succession, beating that shapely arse with his hand until he finally stated “Now I trust we understand each other hmm?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 00:57:06</strong>
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				For a moment, Kitty had felt incredibly satisfied. She felt triumphant that, in saying her piece with that added strike, had properly aligned his thoughts with hers. She had no admitting interest in him, and she was not going to play along with his ridiculous wager to earn her favors. Judging from the way his pleased grin shattered the moment her open palm harshly collided with his handsome face, she was confident that her point had been made and sealed with the gesture..<br><br>“I am the only mother they will ever know…”She hissed towards his comment concerning her brothers. Seeing her flustered and defensive must have healed his pride enough to lean against that comment as a crutch.&nbsp; She turned, aggravated more so than confident now, as she walked towards the door she felt his hand large upon her shoulder. She was pulled against his chest much like one would pull a doll to them, effortlessly as if they weigh barely an ounce. Quite ready to snap again towards his handling of her, she was for a moment silenced as she realized she had just struck a soldier..Her hands twitched, unsettled by the fact she had let him under her skin enough to do something so rash…<br><br>Her thoughts drifted to a way to make her action seem done in self defense, but before a reasonable argument could be acquired and formed, she found herself pressed against the wall. His weight pressing against her allowed a soft moan to escape her lips, despite her better judgment. An instinctual reaction, that even the coldest of women could not deny pleasing to feel. His grinding made her slender fingers scratch anxiously at the walls. Her breathing became heavy, and it was quite obviously made apparent that she was trying to suppress any more noises from filling his ego…<br><br>Knees buckling as he kissed her so lightly, but with his hips forcing against hers, Kitty screamed at herself in her mind to stop this madness. She slapped at his shoulders and back, like a child being brought to a room to be punished. She writhed and wriggled even upon being settled over his knee. Eyes wide, she glared at him from over her shoulder. <em>You wouldn’t dare</em>….Her nails immediately dug into his thighs as she wriggled in vain beneath the weight of his free hand. “You still went along with such nonsense!” She gasped, feeling the sudden cold rush of air against her backside.<br><em><br>He is mental!<br><br>He wouldn’t dare!</em><br><br>A rolling tremble shot up her spine like lightning as she felt his hands press the sensitive folds of her sex. Even Kitty&nbsp; could not fight against her bodies natural reaction. She trembled, leaning against the bed as she felt her toes curl. She was silent, mouth agape as she watched from the corners of her eyes how intently he stared at his hands work…No man had ever glanced, let alone touched, her so intimately! She felt so small beneath his fingertips, which caressed and teased her until she was wriggling to try to stop the pleasure she desperately did not want to admit she felt. <br><br>The first strike against her ass, she shrieked at, but brought her hands to cover her mouth as a most hateful glare was cast in the Captains direction. She pressed her knees together in a vain attempt to shield her sex from his invading and persistent touch, which altered through his speech of requests and demands he expected then on, from teasing her with euphoric pleasure to torturing her with immense pain. It was astonishing that the same hand could stir up such opposite feelings…<br><br>Her icy eyes were melting, and when she was released she quickly rubbed her long sleeves to her face to hide such a fact. She stood up, trembling and slightly off balance as she pulled up her breeches between his legs. Never before had she looked so beautiful, with her hair flowing around her. Her shirt falling from her shoulders, her knees and toes pushed together like a scolded school girl..She glanced down at him, before leaning down to press her forehead against his. A sniffle, would cast out any threat of a physical strike…but after a moment of looking into his eyes, she smiled…<br><br>“I understand…that you will<em> never</em>, earn my favor…”<br><br>She exited the room without hesitation, her footsteps soft but angry upon the stairs as she walked to the kitchen, rubbing her backside and muttering through flustered tears about how much she hated soldiers…and something along the lines of how he could do such a thing to her….<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 03:37:54</strong>
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				Richard was aware of the shocked reaction she had when he pulled her to him once more. Her form was so light, he hardly needed to exert himself to manhandle her. His lips had tasted her kiss, and he felt that soft supple form pressing to him once more. He heard her moaning softly as her body seemed to respond to the feel of him. She’d note his own smile rather satisfied and triumphant at that point. He’d even murmured to her “You can stop pretending you don’t like that, your not fooling me.”<br><br>What had followed had been terribly amusing for Richard, much like a spoiled child she’d trashed and squirmed around across his lap. However, she had been held firm and punished. His own opinion of Kitty had become that she could be easily taken into hand. She simply was not used to someone else imposing their will upon her. Rather in the absence of a mother and what he guessed to be a father that she had wrapped around her finger, he doubted anyone had gain-said her in years. He on the other hand proceeded to delight in manipulating her form to cause it to tremble with pleasure and then pain as he warmed the curve of her bottom with his hand. His eyes watched her as she rose slowly upwards, noting how she shuddered. It was a fetching image she presented when vulnerability was allowed to show through an icy demeanor. His hand extended and slips through those dark locks of hair and he smirked as she indicated he’d never win her favour.<br><br>He watched her head to the hall, and rather than allowing her to make it all the way to the kitchen, he detained her before she’d made it very far. His hands grasped her by the waist and it was up against the wall he pressed her once more. His mouth pressed to her neck. His lips straying along that graceful arch before his teeth pressed into her skin and nipped upon it. His lips would tighten upon her flesh and he suckled upon it rather vehemently. He’d kiss her along the neck several times once more, his lips gently straying along its soft form before he noted it now bore a mark which was readily seen upon it. He smiled in a rather satisfied fashion after looking at it. “Kitty, now don’t try to fool yourself by saying things like I shall never have you favour. You know as well as I that saying so is no more than bravado. You like how I make you feel.” His lips drew up and lingered just apart from hers. “I can hear it when you moan, I can hear your breath becoming heavy. And I can feel your pulse racing and your body becoming excited.” His dark eyes gazed into her own, as he murmured “I already have your favour. But you being the spoiled child that you are, have simply yet to realize it.” <br><br>He paused for a moment as he stated “You may be able to order your little brothers about, your servants, and have your dear father wrapped about your finger – but I am none of them. Nor am I terribly impressed by your efforts to drive me away with icy stares and indifferent words. I’m not some spice merchant’s son to be crushed by the first hint of defiance.” His hand strayed along her cheek and slowly wiped tears from her face that had been spilling along it. “I’ve handled wild horses, screaming savages and rode through battlefields with cannon balls flying all around me – if you think for one moment that anything you can do will remotely phase me – you, Kitty, are sadly mistaken.” His lips pressed to hers rather forcefully, kissing her once more as his body would pin her to the wall. He pressed her there as a large hand would rest against her hip, before straying downwards to squeeze her thigh and thereafter stroking along it.<br><br>Dark eyes shined while they spoke to her “While your father may not have been able to discipline you adequately Kitty, don’t think for a moment that I shall have any such failing. You are going to for all the world to see make a show of your affection for me. You are going to call me ‘Richard’ and you will say it with fondness. You are going to spend dinner perched upon my lap and leaning back against me.” He smirked “You’ll even attempt to fawn over me.” His hand slide along her cheek as he murmured “When we are in private Kitty, you are going to address me as your lord, or master.” He let his tongue flick across her lips as he remarked “And likely you are wondering how I expect you to experience this miraculous conversion.” He smiled to her as he noted “The sting you feel in your buttocks now is nothing. If you cross me in this and do not obey me Kitty, I shall take my belt and leave you in such a state it shall pain you to sit let alone ride a horse for weeks.” He kissed her lightly as he murmured “Now go see to your kitchen like a good woman, and I shall deal with you further later.” <br><br>With that said he released her and left her to scamper down the stairs to the kitchen, his dark eyes followed after her as his lips formed a tight smile. “And do cook something that tastes good Kitty, you have guests.” <br>…………………………………………………………………………………………….<br><br>The Captain left her for a time, after all it was likely hard for so spoiled a brat as she to fully digest his meaning in a matter of moments. He also wished to ensure that dinner had been completed before he made his way to find her. Hence, he’d made his way from the hallway down towards the portion of the house where the various dragoons had been quartered. Silently he inspected the efforts that had been made to see them settled here for a time. Briefly he paused to stop to talk to Basil as he remarked “Have the three patrols been divided yet, two to sweep about the area and the third to remain in reserve?” The lieutenant nodded to him as he noted “Its as you ordered in that respect Sir Richard, the division has been made and two troops of dragoons shall form each patrol with I, Robert and William taking the lead save when you choose to lead a patrol in person.” Sir Richard nodded “Very good then.” Basil gave him a rather sly look as he inquired “And I take it your efforts to tame our wild filly of a hostess?” The Captain chuckled softly “She objected most strenuously to our horse metaphors. But in those terms she’s quite unused to either bridle or saddle and wishes her head at all times. But in my hands she knows whom is in control.” <br><br>With that said he’d offered no further explanation to his dealings with their hostess. It was a relatively private thing, well the wager aside it was a private thing. But he inspected the quarters and stopped to speak to several of his men. Truthfully, as necessary as the task was, it was wasting time on his part as he was aware that a large number of men did need to be fed. However, with the passage of time his boots would sound along the floor of the hallway as he made his way to the kitchen door.<br><br>Striding inside the kitchen, he spied Kitty standing by a stove watching something. Swiftly he moved up behind her and his arms slipped about her waist before she had a chance to protest. His arms tightened about her as he murmured “Now my kitten, I will hear you purr.” He offered no particular chance for disagreement as he pulled her off to the side of the kitchen and indeed into the pantry. Into its relative gloom he dragged her, with her curvy form resting against his own masculine musculature. His arms remained about her preventing her from squirming away, and indeed one hand slid along her stomach and undid the britches that she wore. He undid the front of them and thereafter let his hand slip downwards under their opened form. His fingers moved downwards along her body to press to her sex. His strong, calloused digits would press against those soft pink folds. The rough pads of his fingers stroked against her rather firmly. His fingers would move along the lips of her sex, tailing around them and caressing up and down along their form. He pressed firmly to her, as his other hand drifted upwards to her chest. He took the rounded form of her breast into his grip, his fingers tightening about it and squeezing it rather firmly. <br><br>His hand were upon her and quite busy as his thumb would stroke through her shirt to press to her nipple. That thick finger rolled along that sensitive nub, stroking against it as he sought to urge it to an aroused form before his fingers greedily pressed into her chest once more. His hand covetously kneaded and squeezed that lush mound of flesh. His breath was warm and against her cheek, his lips pressing to her neck again. Kissing her and letting his lips trail along that sensitive skin. Soon his mouth was at her ear murmuring “Purr for me kitten.” In a rather demanding fashion as his hands sought to leave her little choice in the matter.<br><br>His fingers drifted upwards from where they had began to stroke against her sex, now they moved to the puffy swell of her clit. His fingers were applied to that sensitive little pleasure receptor, as its petals would feel the steady and demanding stroke of his fingertips. Roughly his fingers stroked against it, and soon he began to grind them down against her. Her clit being mashed beneath his fingers as he rather insistently sought to bombard her with pleasurable sensations. The pace at which he touched her increased and became more rapid. His mouth pressed to her neck as his teeth nipped along her and she’d feel his own body pressing up against her from behind. His groin beginning to rock into the curve of her ass from where he stood against her. The stiffening form of his cock brushing against those round ass cheeks as his hands sought to play her body like a harp. He murmured “Now Kitty there will be no more talk of how I shall not gain your favour, only talk of how you shall gain mine. That had best be understood my precious kitten.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 20:37:31</strong>
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				Thinking herself free temporarily from his tyranny, Kitty slowed her pace in the hallway to rub her burning bottom through her breeches. Where did he get off treating her in such a manner? What sadistic academy in England taught him to treat women in such a manner! How could he administer such a wide range of feelings with the same..large…strong fingers….Kitty hissed at herself. Her thoughts had lingered on him enough, she would not be so easily threatened and put down just because of a child’s punishment he thought would work on her. <br><br>Defiantly, she brushed her curls from her face and straightened her posture, only to be pushed back up against the wall by the intimidating shadow which only her subconscious would admit to making her knees buckle. She pressed her hands against his chest, and actually flinched in anticipation of another blow to her backside. When his lips came to her neck instead, it was bittersweet to admit she was relieved. Her slender fingers curled and twitched against his jacket as she attempted in vain to push as far away from him as she could. A small gasp escaped her lips as she quivered beneath his lips, a small stinging sensation would cause a bruise there no doubt within the hour, and Kitty’s icy exterior attempted to freeze again at the thought of a mark of his dominance that all could see.<br><br>Her lip curled in frustration as he wiped away her tears, a blush rising to her face to show shyly she was unaware of their presence. She cast her gaze to the side, her knees pushed together childishly as she waited to be released. Her patience was thin, very thin. She bit her tongue, to prevent herself from claiming that she was the worst savage he would ever know. She resisted her temptation to strike him across the face or even bury her knee into his gut after hearing his demand of such ridiculous respect. But what would she do after satisfying that immediate urge? No doubt find herself arrested…<br><br>Master? Lord? Ha! He surely thought highly of himself.<br><br>She glared down as he began stroking her body…She could smell his cologne, mixed with gunpowder and sweat…He smelled remotely of horses, perhaps a familiar scent which calmed her nerves slightly. She whimpered softly at the mention of his belt, and as her eyes curiously glanced to see the massive leather band around his waist, she felt the burning against her backside heat as if preparing for what that might bring..<br><br>She pushed away from him, saying nothing. If anything, he had been the first one to succeed in leaving her utterly speechless.&nbsp; An accomplishment she assured herself as she stormed down the stairs and into the kitchen, that would never happen again.<br><br>~~~~<br><br>Despite the miserable air around Katrina as she brewed over the stove, a pleasing and mouth watering smell made its way throughout the Brydon estate. She was no stranger in the kitchen, and often cooked extravagant meals for guests that had been invited* to stay during horse shows or holidays. She had sent her servants to the market for bread and pastries which she had no time to make as well as extra silverware plates and spoons, while she concentrated on a large pot of chicken potato soup from her mothers recipe book. A small amount would keep one filled for hours, so Kitty felt it best to fix for the impossible task of feeding over a hundred mouths in such a short amount of time.<br><br>Samuel and Billy had come in as the soup was warming, to boast about meeting every one of those hundred and&nbsp; twenty mouths. Kitty had forced a smile, sitting down at the table with them as she listened to their excited chatter. Samuel sat upon his sisters lap, which had caused her immediate discomfort but she did not complain, as they peeled potatoes and Billy kept close to her side as he cut up vegetables. Small comments of “Oh?” “Very interesting” “Really?” and such emerged every so often, her lack of enthusiasm and concentration didn’t bother the boys at all. They were very keen on talking, and only paused to smile to her when she placed a kiss upon their foreheads every so often during the conversation. <br><br>Once the vegetables were set, she ushered the boys off to inquire the lieutenants of just how many would be staying at the estate for&nbsp; this..excursion. After they were done, Billy was asked to help the servants set up their summer tables for some to eat outside since it was not all too cold yet, and Samuel was old enough to make sure all the stables were secured for the night. Kitty would of course check after she was finished cooking, but the overwhelming task at hand would take a while longer. She crossed her arms as she stood in front of the pot, making certain everything was boiling to its right color. She could hear the thousands of hooves galloping around outside, and the banter of soldiers whose comments varied on being thankful for a place to sleep or cursing for every joining the army.<br><br>With all the noise, she had not heard his footsteps. Her body immediately tensed as his arms smoothed around her waist again, and he twisted her name into that easy pet name which she despised.&nbsp; “I am not your kitten!” She hissed as she was pulled into the pantry, finding herself roughly shoved against the shelving. Oh how wonderful it would be to have a can or a bag of flour fall upon his head and knock him out! She mused at the thought, but was distracted by the feel of his hand slipping down the front of her breeches. Gasping, she squirmed and pushed at his chest, glaring daggers as she tried to force her knees together to prevent his further assault.<br><br>“If you want me to cook for all of your hungry men who couldn’t wait any longer for a meal, then leave me be!”<br><br>He had left her alone long enough for her to almost freeze over entirely, but she melted at his touch and found her hips rocking subtly against his fingers. Sparks of pleasure erupted through her body, contorting her body as she stood to try to fight them off. Soft moans were muffled as she bit harshly upon her own lips, failing to make herself seem emotionless when it came to his advances.<br><br>&nbsp;She closed her eyes, gasping softly as she felt her heart beating wildly beneath her chest. He enveloped her with such euphoric bliss, the likes of which she had never known from a man. He controlled her, like a doll for his pleasure, and made her feel vulnerable..yet safe in his arms. She struggled immediately, panicked by the thought as she fought against the lustful soft bucks of his hips against her backside. His ego throbbing against the curves of her ass, Kitty blushed deeply as she felt only now how close he was to her. She gripped his hands tightly, trying to pause their torment, as she glared up over her shoulder.<br><br>“I seem to have your favour..more so than I desire..but there is still no burning desire in me to earn yours…” <br><br>A statement left far too open for a comeback than she realized at that point in time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 00:21:46</strong>
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				Richard’s mind drifted to her reaction to his encounter with her in the hallway earlier. The stunned silence that had met his rather imperious directions to her amused him. His fiery little kitten silenced. He didn’t think disbelief explained it all. Shock likely covered a large portion of it and the fact he possessed the means to make her comply with his manifesto of sorts likely left her in a position she was not used to. Richard had no tolerance for weaklings or horrid sentimentality, thus that her father had raised such an ill disciplined woman struck him as a wretched failure on that man’s part. However, it was not one that he was incapable of correcting. He smirked slightly, as much as Kitty suggested she didn’t desire him - his body pressed to her seemed to conjure gasps from her lips and a blush to her cheeks. She could not conceal from him that she desired him, it was clear to him that whatever she said, she liked the way he touched her. <br><br>Richard had seemed to appear out of nowhere, although in truth he’d headed to the kitchen and before grabbing her he’d lingered briefly in the doorway. His dark eyes had taken in her little scene of domestic bliss as she fussed over her brothers like they were her own children. He’d noted the food smelled rather tantalizing, and hunger had made its presence known in his own form. Although truly it found itself placed a distant second among his desires.<br><br>That of course had left them where they were now. The delightful Kitty, quite willfully squirming against him with those britches of hers slid down around her ankles, and his own form looming behind her with his arms slipped about her and his hands upon her. He’d assured her ‘I’m sure the servants can keep and an eye on the food while your otherwise detained.” His mouth pressed to her ear, his lips stroked along its form. His tongue flickered out to teasingly slid over its surface. His mouth brushing his warm breath against her as he murmured “My poor kitten, you still feel that you have to pretend not to like what I do to you?” He smiled to her as he murmured “Even though I hear each one of your little moans, I feel the heat that comes from your body when I’m near and know that you want me.” His lips lingered there as he murmured “But don’t worry kitten, you won’t have to wait much longer. Tonight you’ll be in bed with me.” He smirked slightly as he noted “I’ve rather decided I shall keep you kitten.” His lips stroked over her cheek now. He let her puzzle over whether that was the better or worse fate. “After all you do look so sweet and matronly fussing in the kitchen like that with your brothers. I’m sure you’ll make a splendid mother for our children.” His mouth slide down along her cheek and that the jaw he nipped her lightly. “Oh and I rather meant to be here long enough so that by the time I was done bedding you, you’d swell with them kitten. You are far too pretty for me to be anything but enthused regarding taking you to bed, but fortunately for you they’ll now be legitimate brats.”<br><br>&nbsp;His voice rather softly spoke these thoughts into her ear. His hands on the other hand remained anything but idle. One seemed entirely preoccupied with her chest, his fingers groping and fondling with glee. That ample mount of her bosom would feel his hand digging into her with rather feverent lust as he sampled her charms. His exposition that she was now to be his in perpetuity was met by the tightening of his hold upon her, those strong fingers pressed deeper inside of her. He kneaded into her flesh with those pads of his fingers, driving them in those strong circular motions within her. His fingers hefted the mild weight of her bosom as he cupped it in his hand, squeezing and delighting in the feel of it.<br><br>His other hand pressed to her sex. His fingers had been downright seditious in the manner in which they touched her body. That icy demeanor she sought to project towards him would be oh so very difficult to maintain as his fingers danced along her nether region. His fingers pressed to the petals of her sex, vigorous in the manner in which they stroked against her. Against her soft lips they stroked, sliding up and down with a fond intensity, seeking to send those shivering tremors through her that he knew secretly delighted her. Slowly the pressure with which they stroked against those lips was increased, becoming more firm as they pressed into her. He let her feel his touch growing more forceful with each stroke across her nether lips.<br><br>His fingers darted up to her clit once more, the rather devout attention it had received moments before being renewed. His fingers stroked against her clit, rubbing against that puffy and ever so sensitive flesh. His fingers traced over its shape and then slide back and forth against it, rubbing it rather firmly as he sought to further stimulate her already gasping and moaning form. His every touch seemingly designed to cause her blood to race through her and to keep her hips rocking to his hand as they were now. Insistently his fingers touched against her, pressing to her even as his own form moved to indulge himself&nbsp; by pressing his body to her. His own hips rocked forward in time with her own, pressing the rigid form of his cock to the rounded swells of her bottom. Those red stained cheeks would feel his member rubbing against her, that aroused shaft making its presence felt as he murmured his assurances to her that she’d get every opportunity to feel it inside her later.<br><br>His fingers pressed trailed back down to the lips of her sex and then they pressed inside her. They made shallow entries within her, teasing along those soft velveteen walls within. His digits stroked against that soft, warm and wet flesh, sliding his fingers against her, letting them swirl about within her. The pace of their exertions building as his touch was relentless and insidious in how it coaxed upon her soft inner folds. Twin digits were busy within her form, curling along the side of her slit and then uncurling in turn. The pads of his fingers tracing soft semi-circular shapes upon her flesh with each touch. His fingers pressed to her insistently, stroking her.<br><br>&nbsp;With this furious attention of his fingers being paid to her he leaned in to Kitty’s ear “You know you want me, I know you want me kitten. Who exactly are you intending to fool?” His lips twitched slightly as he murmured “I can feel your burning desire for my favour all about my fingers kitten.” He let his lips press to her cheek “And all through dinner you can think of how good this feels, but know its nothing compared to what you shall experience later tonight when I make you my dessert.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 04:29:50</strong>
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				In the midst of the struggle to regain whatever composure she had before he had arrived that day, Kitty found herself bent over one of the crates of food to be taken to the market. Her bottom, sore and burning, was pressed into the air enough to meet the pained arousal the Captain teased against her.&nbsp; She felt his hands, calloused and rough, make a gentle exploration of her icy body. With each crook of his finger and shift of his arms, she was melting faster than snow in early spring. Her young supple body writhed beneath him, her breasts pressed against the sides of the crate enough for the skin to redden slightly in areas. She gasped anxiously, her hands moving to his wrists in a pathetic attempt to stop his insistent groping.&nbsp; Glaring over her shoulder at him, she spotted his smooth rocking of his clothed hard on against the curves of her ass. Oh he stroked her with such a grin!<br><br>She felt a piercing sensation through her heart at the mention of bedding him.&nbsp; Her lips curled in a vicious snarl that she enforced with her frustration, her nails into his thighs. “Is that your idea of a proposal??” She hissed in utter disbelief. “Oh and I suppose since I am your kitten you expect me to have a whole bloody litter! What a wonderful story! Mumma how did you and Papa meet? Oh, well he made his way into Mumma’s house against her will, he beat her and raped her, giving her no other choice but to marry him! Romantic isn’t it? Don’t you all want to grow up to be like your father!” She squirmed beneath him, her boots trying to dig into his feet in vain as she could barely keep her footing in such a position.<br><br>She found herself pushed against the crates, and could hear much to her displeasure, the sound of his fingers slipping in and out of her sex. Her knees pressed together, gasping as she&nbsp; closed her eyes. She drew her lips inward in attempts to stop herself from moaning, but from the way her body buckled and struggled beneath his weight, it was rather obvious she was fighting hard for a battle she would inevitably lose. <br><br>“Stop it…Stop it I’ll scream…”<br><br>She whispered, almost begging as her toes curled in her boots. His graceful tracing of her moist lips was too much, and a staggered gasp hinted that she was on the brink of pleasure. Her body screamed for her to give in, that this man was doing all that she needed, but her stubborn pride refused and held her long slender legs still as they attempted to part and invite his advances.&nbsp; She quivered, her muscles in her fine toned limbs tense against his touch. She felt like a puppet as his fingers curled and uncurled inside of her body, she gasped, sitting up desperately to squirm and stamp as she moaned, quite shockingly loud as the position made his thumb caress her in just the right fashion…<br><br>Her body went limp in his arm for just a brief moment, her breasts rising in falling in a quickened pace. She looked like she had just been shot..but that was not the case. The innocent, naïve virgin, had no idea what just made her feel so…breathless. In her shock, she managed to glare at him still. “I do not..want to be your dessert…your wife..your anything…I don’t…want..you…” An insult lost its momentum and spice, when said lying in the captors arms, thighs glistening with proof of ones excitement…Perhaps a strike to her lips was in order, or a bit of soap, something to put a stop to her lip. Despite her vulnerability, the undeniable fact she had experienced pleasure at his hands, she still tried to fool herself into thinking she thought nothing of him…<br><br>Her walls of defense were slowly crumbling, perhaps most apparent now, that she could not look into his eyes without blushing…<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 19:00:32</strong>
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				Richard felt that soft sensual form against him as Kitty writhed beneath his touch. He felt her squirming and making half hearted efforts to make him cease his groping and touching of her body. However, she lacked the strength and likely the concentration to really force him to stop what he was doing. For with each touch of his hand to her he heard her soft gasps and felt her form pressing to him in response. He simply laughed as he heard her rather sarcastic response to what he’d said. “Why yes, I rather suppose it is a proposal.” He grinned to her as he noted “Well my darling Kitty, I’m sure we can come up with a suitably romanticized version of it for the children - all twelve of them.” He stated with a fairly whimsical tone entering his voice. “We can skip the part where Mommy was a spoiled brat used to always getting her way. I doubt they need know you needed to be punished like a child so you’d stop stomping your feet and throwing tantrums. What’s left then? It leaves us with our having locked eyes and wanted each other from the moment we saw one and other. And your having denied the impulse most strenuously even though your knees went week when I kissed you. However, you couldn’t help but be won over by me. That sounds suitably romantic doesn’t it?” He felt her nails raking along him but he offered no apparent response to it.<br><br>Richard heard her softly whispered plea for him to stop or she was going to scream. However, that plea had fallen entirely on deaf ears as his fingers had been ruthless in continuing their attentions to her. His fingers had been so thoroughly lavishing their efforts upon her it didn’t surprise him in the least when they brought about the desired result.&nbsp; He felt her form quiver and then tensing, as he played her like a harp. His fingers had danced along her as with each touch and stroke of his fingers she was pressed towards the orgasm that followed. He’d pressed her till she squirmed and now moaned and cried out loudly as he felt the tight grip of her sex as her body climaxed and spilled its warm honey on his fingers. A rather satisfied smile was directed towards her as he looked at her trembling form as it lay against him. Her uncertain and baffled reaction caused him to note “Mmhmm kitten, you liked that I can tell. Of course the fact I felt your juices gush all over just my fingers seems to suggest that you do want some things of me.” <br><br>He held her there in his arms as he murmured “That’s just a little taste of what is to follow my precious kitten. Its far better when you experience more than fingers, I can assure you of that. But later tonight when I lay you down upon the bed and make you a maid no longer, you’ll see just how much better than that it can be.” He smirked “Although maybe this will have taken some of the sourness out of your mood, I’ve rather thought ever since your first haughty little display that you needed to be disciplined and you also needed to get off. And naturally I’ve seen both worked upon.”<br><br>Sir Richard’s eyes slid around the pantry as he murmured “But now kitten, remember I expect you to behave at diner. You are going to be so terribly pleased I’ve shown even the slightest bit of interest in you.” He let his lips press against her cheek. “After all you don’t want to make me angry. I’m going to have you later and I should not want for it to be necessary for there to be any unpleasantness attached to it. I’d much rather you were able to enjoy it.” His hand rose and slide along her cheek rather softly, stroking over that skin as he noted “So remember what I have told you Kitty. Now is not the time for one of your little acts of defiance.”<br><br>The Captain’s eyes had slid around the pantry and his hand had settled upon a wooden cutting board upon one of the shelves. He leaned in to Kitty’s ear as he murmured “But I think a reminder would help you wouldn’t it Kitty?” He smiled in a rather dark fashion as he murmured “Something to help my kitten recall that she isn’t to throw one of her little fits where everyone can see.” He smirked “Our..domestic quarrels are not to be in front of the others Kitty. You should know that to be unseemly.” His hand reached up and grasped the handle of the board. Thereafter he pushed her up against the shelf before her. Her supple form still had her pants down about her ankles as he’d offered her no opportunity to right her clothing.<br><br>Richard’s fingers slide along her thighs as his mouth pressed to her ear and he lightly bit the lower portion of said ear. Gently he tugged upon it before he murmured “Now I’ve made you feel very good Kitty, but I can also make you feel very bad when you don’t behave. I want you to remember that kitten.” He was aware the pet name annoyed her which simply caused him to use it all the more frequently. The wooden cutting board was pressed up to the cheeks of her arse much like a paddle. His other hand pinned her up against the shelves in front of her as he let that wooden form drift up and down against her bottom, letting her feel it tauntingly pressed against her. He simply waited to put this impromptu implement into use.<br><br>His eyes seemed to flicker and dark as he remarked “Now behave.” Thereafter, a powerful arm lifted the wooden board upward towards his shoulder. He raised it and thereafter rather viciously powered it down to strike against the curve of her ass. That wooden form crashed into her bottom with a loud crack. The broad wooden form smacked across the expanse of that delicious curve and sending a jolt of pain through her. He offered no further comment as to his intentions, he simply hefted his makeshift paddle again and thereafter with the flex of his arm, she’d be able to see its rapid descend towards her posterior. The loud connection of wood against flesh would sound out. A brutal smack resounding as she found herself struck. His arm rather forcefully propelled the wooden implement into her as she’d feel his warm breath upon her cheek.&nbsp; His infliction of discipline upon her did not yet relent. The cutting board was allowed to rest against the cheek of her arse for a moment, perhaps letting her feel the stinging pain she’d already received before another stroke was deemed prudent. But after a slight delay the board rose once more and soon fell with that same sadistic impact upon her flesh. Each blow seeking to stain those firm cheeks a fiery crimson hue. He struck her for simple reasons, she didn’t yet wish to acknowledge that he was the one between them who was in control and that she would do as he wished and that he found he rather enjoyed it.<br><br>However, now he relented as he leaned in to her and kissed her cheek. “Now Kitty, go finish with making supper and then prepare yourself to entertain guests. I’ll expect you to be seated upon my lap and being a charming hostess shortly. I shall not be amused if you do otherwise. I have no yet been angry with you Kitty, but I assure you it is a most unpleasant experience if I have reason to become so.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 22:13:36</strong>
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				Mind over matter. Well Kitty certainly wasn’t in the state of <em>mind</em> to do anything that would <em>matter</em> towards his advances. Her squirms only challenged him to further assault her with those fingers that penetrated her innocent body. Any insults to possibly burst his inflating ego failed as they tried to come forth from her parted lips. They faded into gasps, moans and protests towards the delight she was feeling. His arms were like ropes around her figure, they tightened no matter how desperately she tried to free herself from them. Casting a glare as he mused about romanticizing their meeting she once again tried to rake her nails against his thighs. “Well if we are setting out to lie to all twelve of these imaginary children,&nbsp; we should say that daddy was such a gentleman and swept mommy off her feet, as that seems to be the complete opposite of the tr---” Before she could finish her spiteful comment her body quivered. A breathless gasp escaped her. Her eyelashes fluttered as she gripped onto the sides of the crate.<br><br>Never before had she experienced such a ray of emotions. A tightening seized her most intimate areas, she could feel the length of his fingers deep inside her. She could feel the warmth of his palm as it cradled her sex, invading it with such a teasing pace. Her own hands twitched as she let out a virgins sigh, soft and innocent, almost inaudible. A smile tugged at her lips for a mere moment, as she felt herself spilling her first evidence of pleasure against his strong hand.&nbsp; She stumbled as she tried to stand, to try to free herself from the hypnotizing bliss she just experienced, and winded up in his arms once more. <br><br>A glare was hard to acquire, but she managed upon seeing his satisfaction. “I find it interesting…You think it takes so little to satisfy me…and that you believe your diagnosis by my behavior when <em>you</em> intruded upon my estate, is that something was wrong with me and needed to be fixed..” Her malevolence was still there, but at a softer and more winded tone. It is very difficult to maintain ones threatening confidence when being held in such a manner. She pulled forward, only to lean against the crate and shelf to catch her breath. Her long hair flowing elegantly around her slender figure, her toned bottom on display at an elevated angle for him to view perfectly from his position. Her legs parted ,ever so slightly to assure him that glistening sweetness was still there, trickling from her throbbing intimates. <br><br>His warnings of behavior glided over her as her thoughts were more upon how much she despised him for making her feel so blissful. What a horrible example of a woman she was! Swooning in secret for a man who forced himself into her house and her arms, and soon to be her bed! Weren’t the women in town boasting about independence? Didn’t they claim her as a fine example of a strong young woman in the fields of business? She struck fear in the hearts of her competitors, and yet now she was whimpering and blushing over a brute of a soldier!<br><br>All men, she assumed, could arouse pleasure in a woman if they were given the opportunity. What made him so special? Why did he constantly grin and dote upon how he made her knees weak? <em>Because you did not want him to, and it occurred regardless…</em> She felt a blush rise to her face as his lips met her cheek, she turned her head, staring with wide eyes at the wall as she tried to regain her breath still. He body was aching, not used to the pleasure which had shocked her system entirely. She was pining for more, and somewhere within where she kept the secrets of her heart she was anxious to experience more….<br><br>“<em>Domestic</em> quarrels?” Was all she had time to hiss before she froze completely. Practically beneath him entirely, she felt the smooth sides of wood, and after peering over her shoulder she spotted the cutting board gripped firmly in his hand. She darted her eyes to him, then to the board again, then back to him. Was he completely mental?! Who proposes whilst assaulting a woman in the pantry after demanding she cook for his entire command, then proceeds to boast about their children and their future together, and then afterwards beats her with a slab of wood!? What sort of relationship was he anticipating! Her lips parted, mouth agape in disbelief as she felt that now very threatening object, caress the already sore flesh of her ass. <br><br>Her eyes locked on his face, she quickly grasped his arm that had been placed around her to hold her into place. Perhaps an subconscious desire to be held, or even a reflection of her sprouting dependency on him. She closed her eyes tightly, shrieking as she felt the first blow. Her knees buckled, but her strong legs did not give out just yet. Her breathing became more rapid, perhaps out of fear as she shook her head quickly, having her hair hide the tears that were once again streaming down her face. Having gone so long without any punishment, to being disciplined twice in one day, was not exactly easing into the idea. She bit down on her lip hard, to try and muffle her cries and screams as each blow came to her. If he listened close enough, he could hear her whimpers and sniffles, very childish in their sounding as she would hold her breath just before he struck her again. Each time her grip tightened then released upon his arm. The noise of the troops and the horses and more than a hundred voices speaking would certainly drown out any muffled cries coming from the pantry, and though the sound of the wooden board was as deafening as a gun shot by her ear, Kitty knew no one else could hear it…<br><br>She said nothing to him when the paddle was set aside. She was aching so much, she felt as if she had sat in the midst of a fire! Yet still, she would hide all weakness in front of him. It was not until he left her inside the pantry, that she collapsed into sobs on the floor.&nbsp; Her soft hands felt like knives against her reddened flesh, so all she could do was stare and whimper at what he had done to her. Swallowing hard, Kitty stood up and fixed her trousers. She rubbed her tears and stormed into the kitchen, damning all pleasantries as she sought to finish up the supper. A portion would be sent outside for the men to eat, while the officers he had come to the house with in the first place would eat in the dining room on a more fulfilling menu than soup and bread. This decision was made not to please him, admittedly at least, but to maintain the excuse that she would be far too busy checking on everything in the elaborate meal to sit down at all…especially on the Captain’s lap.<br><br>Meanwhile, Billy and Samuel had finished their required chores and sat now in the living room with the officers, watching them play cards. Billy had graciously shown them to their fathers liquor cabinet, and Samuel had stood behind one of the lieutenants chair with just a small grin on his face before his brother came back with the same expression. Neither of them understood the game, but they gave grins to whoever they thought were winning at the time, and tried to impress themselves into the conversation.<br><br>“It’s probably not a good idea to go swimming, the water’s going to be really cold soon.” Billy stated after a few rounds had completed, which earned him a few raised brows. The two boys seemed just as confused, but towards the end that they thought the statement was very clear.<br><br>“Well..the pool? We heard you talking about a pool and well, there’s not one around here”<br><br>“We have a lake!” Samuel chimed in.<br><br>“Yeah, but our sister said it’s getting too cold to swim. So it’s probably not a good idea. Though we won’t say anything if you do decide to go.” <br><br>An amusing anecdote that these soldiers were under their sister’s command, and that this pool was in fact literally meant as such…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 00:45:42</strong>
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				Richard leaned into Kitty as he murmured “Well I have lifted you off your feet and left you breathless and speechless.” He offered her one of the grins she found so objectionable as he noted “That all does sound quite proper if we don’t mention the rest of it.” His lips formed a rather dark smile as he leaned in and let his lips brush against her. “Though perhaps you should ask yourself what exactly does it mean when mommy doesn’t think daddy is a gentleman but finds it far more exciting because he’s not.” He smirked as he noted “Although you might want to figure that out for yourself as opposed to for the benefit of any future children.”<br><br>Richard seemed rather fascinated to watch her reaction to his touch. The manner in which she twisted, squirmed and tensed about and against him, seemed to fascinate him. Once his fingers were sticky with her juices he let his fingers lightly brush across her lips. He dabbed her sweet honey against her lips as he noted “Oh&nbsp; I don’t know Kitty you seem quite satisfied now to me. So I can’t think my diagnosis of your behaviour is all that terribly wrong.”&nbsp; He stated rather airly as he noted much of the vehemence which she usually managed to put into the bile directed to him was lacking. His fingers stroked through her hair as he watched her panting, toying with those soft locks. He spent a few moments playing with her hair before the punishment that had followed.<br><br>His eyes had darkened while giving her his warnings as to how he expected her to behave. What sort of relationship he expected was rather clear - one in which he was most definitely in charge and she would learn to respect that or else. Evidently he was being rather firm in demonstrating what exactly ‘or else’ constituted right from the start. He found it slightly startling that during each stroke of the paddle her hands had gripped his arm, holding on to him as her eyes looked up at him. He’d rather meant to strike her more frequently than he had, but hearing her whimper and sniffle while tears seemed to threaten to spill from her eyes, he found he could bring himself to punish her further for her insolence. Rather he felt strangely compelled to take her into his arms and let his fingers slide soothingly through her hair. However, he resisted the urge for such coddling as he simply set the cutting board aside. Kitty needed to learn who was in charge.<br><br>He had left the pantry and offered no further comment on what he’d done to her. He made it to the doorway hearing her burst into sobs behind him. A faint sigh graced his lips before he simply shook his head and made his way down the hallway. He rather admired her spirit and by no means wished to crush it entirely on the other hand she had to be brought around to his way of doing things, and while it may feel cruel at times he thought his methods rather necessary. <br><br>He’d stalked down the hallways and soon popped into the room where he found his lieutenant William and a number of cavalry troopers playing cards around a rather large table. The key to the liquor cabinet had evidently been located as several bottles rested upon the table and a number of glasses in turn. Cards and open liquor were not an usual way for him to stumble across his men at leisure. However, the inclusion of their hostess’ younger brothers caused a grin to grace his lips. Both children had pulled up a chair and had cards before them. Evidently they’d been given some shillings to get them staked in the game and each of them had a trooper standing behind them explaining the rules as they went along. Perhaps more alarmingly was the fact liquor glasses had been set down in front of each of the children and they had rather silly grins upon their face. A laugh parted his lips as he surveyed the scene and then shook his head. His eyes turned to William, the lieutenant, as he remarked “So I leave you to your own devices and this is what you do? Help yourself to the liquor and get our young hosts drunk while teaching them to play poker?” He shook his head slightly as he muttered “The poker I could forgive but you know but ‘she’ is going to be quite upset with us over the drinking.” <br><br>He eyed the lieutenant as he muttered “You are truly the disreputable uncle they have never had.” The he turned to the younger William and Samuel as he remarked “Alright up from the table both of you. Now we’re going outside to the rain barrel, a bit of cold water will make both of you look less goofy. Come on&nbsp; – no arguing.” He marched the two children outside and thereafter hoisted each up in turn and dunked their head in the rain barrel. An immersion of their heads in the rain barrel sent the shock of cold water through them with the intention to sober both of them slightly. After setting their dripping forms to their feet he surveyed them. “No more drinking with the soldiers either of you, understand?” Thereafter, a comb was produced and he straightened their hair. Looking over both of them he muttered “Still bloody silly grins on your faces.” He eyed the two boys as he pointed them indoors “Alright now back into the house and get ready for diner. Try not too talk very much or you’re going to make your sister even more unhappy than usual.” Samuel extended his arms towards the captain and ran over and hugged him. As the boy pressed himself against him, Richard briefly looked startled before lightly patting the boy upon the shoulders saying “Now go on, your gong to be hungry get ready to eat.”<br><br>He walked back into the house himself and strangely he had a rather bad feeling that she was going to be more upset at him about her brothers than about the stinging feeling in her bottom. He adjusted his coat and elected to rather vainly hoped that she wouldn’t notice that Samuel and William both seemed rather wet, and that they kept their mouths shut and didn’t say anything to tip her off. Unfortunately he found it unlikely from the way the boys unsteadily walked to the house that he was going to manage to slip this one past her.<br><br>In any case he made his way through the house and back towards the kitchen. He’d left her to her preparations for a time. Now he thought perhaps it was best that he returned to check upon his poor Kitty. He slipped in through the door and spied where she was standing surveying the preparations of the servants. Quietly he made his way over to her and slipped his arms about her waist. Strong limbs settled around her and pulled her back against his form, and he did nothing further for the span of several moments. His eyes lingered upon her as he held her tight. His mouth pressed to her ear as he murmured “Everything is going to be alright Kitty.” He let his hand slide up along her side stroking against her and then toying with a few locks of her hair. His fingers played with her silken hair as he held her up against his chest. His lips lightly pressed against her cheek as he murmured “I’ll look after you and it will all be fine. I won’t punish you once you learn to behave kitten.” <br><br>He kissed her upon the neck as he held her tight. “Now kitten, we’re expected for diner and I shall expect you upon my lap.” He smiled faintly as he murmured “We can’t let your brothers see us fighting hmm? My soldiers are already a bad enough influence on them.” Although he decided he wasn’t going to inform her exactly why he’d made that statement. She would find out soon enough.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>09-09-2008, 17:42:37</strong>
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				Every so often, a surging pain would course through her legs as she stood in front of the stove. At the slightest sound resembling a footstep, Kitty tensed and felt her body battle with feelings of pleasure and recalled pain. Her bottom was burning, she could feel the splinters from the smooth wood baring into her reddened flesh from the makeshift paddle. Oh if one had the ability to peak inside her vengeful thoughts, they would no doubt run away in fear after just one passing word. She was enraged, to say the least. His audacity infuriated her to no extent, the way he meandered about the estate as if he had owned it all along. How he expected her to just, fall into his lap with the sweet affections of a childhood lover without a second thought!<br><br>She shifted her weight, which surged a sharp stinging in response. Flinching she sighed, removing the spoon from the soup pot and rubbing her bottom anxiously to try to soothe the pain. The nerve of the man! Punishing her like a child! He even spoke to her as one! She hissed, muttering something beneath her breath concerning his attraction to women, before forcing a smile to one of the servants. The soup would be brought outside with the freshly baked bread from the market. The lower ranking officers would have to make do with that, while their superiors would be so graciously allowed to dine on what Kitty had intended for herself and her brothers. No leftovers would be expected from the roasted chicken, garlic potatoes, fresh corn and sweet tea. Kitty had been hoping to use the leftovers for the next two days so that they could spend more time preparing the horses for winter, but it seemed more trips to the market were to be made thanks to their…guests.<br><br>Samuel and Billy had been more than anxious to join in on the games, and while Samuel required a bit more help, Billy seemed to pick up the game quite easily. While his younger brother continued stacking the cards and only sipping at the dark liquor that had been given to him Billy, always eager to impress, had tried his hand at a game and forced down the drink in one gulp just like the lieutenant. It burned his throat thoroughly, but he grinned nevertheless. Neither of them heard the Captain come in. <br><br>Samuel seemed to hold a bit more guilt, as he shyly glanced away, a smile still plastered on his face. Billy however tried to keep on playing, and just as one would expect a child to act towards their father in such a situation, continued on as if nothing was the matter. A conjoined “awww..” escaped the boys lips with a heavy sigh as they folded their cards and went to the Captain’s side. Samuel reached up to hold the mans hand, while Billy walked at his side, grinning and waving to the men behind him. Both turned up their noises in hesitance as they walked to the barrel, but neither argued with the man. Their lips chattering and their hair dripping afterwards, they still smiled up at the man as he fixed their hair. <br><br>“Kitty’s gonna notice..” Samuel whispered, holding Richard’s cufflink as they walked inside. Billy swayed in his step, musing as he tried to get in a straight line. Obviously the older boy had much more to drink, and was all but remorseful about doing so….<br><br>The boys stayed behind in the door way, snickering from the effects of the alcohol as they tried to straighten one another up. Kitty hadn’t heard them over the clinking of silverware and fluffing of tablecloths,&nbsp; however she did at the last moment hear that commanding click of the Captain’s boots…She froze, closing her&nbsp; eyes as his arms snaked around her waist. She kept still, despite her knees slight quivering. It was intriguing how deeply he affected her just by his presence…Her body’s reaction to his softest touch, the sound of his approach. She bit her lip slightly as he whispered to her, feeling the muscles of his form around her, holding her tightly as he told her everything would be alright and he would take care of her…She would not admit it, ever…but inside, she was calmed at the thought. Though before she could come up with a witty comment to mask that content feeling, she heard her brothers burst into giggling behind them.<br><br>Turning out of the Captain’s arms, Kitty sighed at the two dripping boys who were covering their mouths now. “I have far too much to do right now to even ask why you both are wet! Go upstairs and change and take a towel to those dripping mops!”&nbsp; She scolded with quite the motherly tone as the boys rushed at her, shaking their heads to get her wet. Much to the surprise of the guests she had been so harsh to, she laughed at the act. She was still their sister after all…<br>With a slightly wetter, white blouse, she motioned the two boys upstairs…After they trotted out the door with goofy grins upon their face that had somehow managed to slip by their detail oriented sister, Kitty glanced to the Captain, and quickly turned to go back into the kitchen…trying to escape from anymore advances he was planning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 01:19:12</strong>
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				Richard offered the boys a sympathetic smile as he informed them “Oh she might not, she does have an awful lot on her mind. Just try not to give it away.” Although he didn’t have much faith that either boy would manage to conceal what had occurred from their sister, he rather thought they might at least stall to allow him more time to come up with better excuses. His mind was already working on how exactly he was going to explain things. As she was liable to be furious and that really wasn’t entirely desirable as an argument wasn’t what he wanted after diner. He had other things on his mind. In fact this whole dining process was taking entirely too long and he rather wanted to be done with it. His hungers at the moment were not originating so high as in his belly.<br><br>Richard naturally had had about enough of disciplining his ‘kitten’ and was rather wanting to make good on his earlier promises regarding what would transpire tonight. He grinned slightly as he considered the blush he now seemed to bring to her cheekss any time she looked upon him. When he’d snuck up upon her he felt her form in her arms leaning back against him, that soft form feeling perfectly placed in his embrace. His hand stroked along her side as he felt her seem to relax as she listened to him and was held. He’d told the boys to go clean themselves up so he hadn’t expected them to trail along after him, but evidently he had an audience while he was putting the moves on their sister as he heard their giggling rather clearly. Kitty managed to slip out of his arms to return to mothering her brothers as he attempted to maintain a measure of patience.<br><br>He laughed as the two boys dashed over and splattered water upon Kitty as she declared she didn’t have time to determine why they were that wet. Kitty not having time to investigate was quite alright as far as he was concerned and Richard intended to keep her that way. He offered no comment aside from a smile and the statement “Boys will be boys.” After all silly grins and being soaking wet was normal for children right? He looked at her for a moment and smiled “You are very good with them.” Praise was likely a strange thing for her to receive from him but he wouldn’t mind if it kept her slightly off balance.<br><br>He stepped back towards her as she sought to make her way to the kitchen. His arms sought to slip about her waist again before she could leave the room. The captain drew her up against his chest and leaned down towards her and kissed her rather hotly. His mouth pressing to her own as a hand would rise to stroke along her cheek. The captain had no intention of letting Kitty slip away to fuss over the meal immediately. Rather he sought to let his lips linger against her own, kissing her rather firmly. He delighted in the feel of her body against him, although it did bring to mind thoughts that strained his patience.<br><br>He found her soft form enticing in his arms, and he briefly toyed with the thought of skipping diner and simply dragging her up the stairs to bed immediately. He gazed down at her with dark eyes and smiled. His eyes slid over the lines of her face and then down along her form as he remarked “Diner smells good in any case Kitty. Let’s tell the servants to bring it out before my officers get here. I do expect you to sit upon my lap while you entertain.” His hand slid downwards from her waist to let his hand firmly squeeze one of those poor globes of flesh that made up her abused posterior. His fingers pressed into her as he kissed her lips again lightly. “You’ll have to get used to entertaining, I do adore parties.” He informed her, after all he meant to keep her.<br><br>Richard led her over towards the kitchen doors, where she’d been headed in the first place. Then he rather casually noted “Tell them to bring everything out.” He waited long enough for her to issue the necessary instructions and then his arms scooped her up to carry her back over to the table. He’d seat himself at the head of said table and set Kitty down upon his lap. The captain had decided she was more likely to comply if he really didn’t give her much of a choice in the matter.<br><br>His lips pressed to her neck, lightly trailing along that arch as he remarked. “Now don’t try to slip away kitten, it would be embarrassing for you if I had to drag you back or take you into the kitchen and ..discipline you.” He murmured “And I don’t want to have to go looking for that cutting board again.” He reminded her of their earlier encounter in the kitchen as he seemed to mildly scold her for her misbehavior in the past.<br><br>As he spoke rather softly to her his officers made their way into the kitchen. His five senior officers soon trailed in one after the other. She had met three of them William, Robert and Basil. However, the final two remained something of a mystery to her. Richard would speak up as he gestured to the table “Be seated.” He glanced at Kitty as he noted “I believe you met Robert, William and Basil earlier when I first arrived Kitty but you have yet to be introduced to my other two officers. That fuzz cheeked young lad at the end of the table is Roger Baker, and his red haired associate is Gilbert Mortimer.” He glanced over at the lieutenants as he inquired “Did one of you fetch the wine?” Naturally it would be Roger who coughed and raised his hands to indicate two bottles of red wine in one hand and two bottles of white in the other. Richard remarked “Excellent I knew I had stowed those in the baggage, and we might as well all enjoy it before we’re all coming and going on patrol.”<br><br>Richard’s officers having arrived, everyone was left waiting only for the arrival of Samuel and William. Soon those two young gentlemen would make their way back to the dining room. They were indeed dryer than they had been earlier as they seemed to have had the good sense to sit before a fire to warm themselves up and they had changed their shirts. Why the two boys were grinning like fools would likely not be readily apparent to Kitty, although Richard seemed to glare at his lieutenant William who he deemed responsible entirely for that fiasco.&nbsp; Soon the boys would wander over, William a touch unsteadily, and plop themselves down upon the chairs. <br><br>Richard spied the servants beginning to bring the various dishes out to the table. Two bottles of wine was slid down to his side of the table. There he scooped up a bottle opener and uncorked a bottle of white wine. He glanced down at Kitty and inquired “White or red?” And then glanced at the two boys, and then rather meaningfully over at his lieutenant “And as its not Christmas these two young gentlemen will have to wait till then for a drop of wine.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>11-09-2008, 03:47:17</strong>
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				She had blushed quite a bit when he had complimented her interactions with the boys.&nbsp; Yet despite the praise, she still tried to maintain a stony expression as she ushered her siblings out the door. “Of course I am..they are practically mine..” A comment perhaps bitter towards the unfortunate circumstances which caused that to be true, or as simple as being upset at him for trying to soothe things over with her.&nbsp; As if he could cast such a charming smile and win her affection after beating her with a piece of wood!<br><br>She cringed, her bottom stinging upon even remembering the implement used.&nbsp; It had paused her long enough to forget about her escape plan, and once more his arms were snaked around her waist. She whimpered, soft, like a sound one might expect from a trapped cat. Truly, she lived up to her nickname more than she desired. She was very feline like, in the way she moved...the way she hissed…And other qualities the Captain would surely find out later, with or without her permission.<br><br>Her spine trembled as his lips pressed against her own, her hands placing against his chest. Still, a feeble attempt to create a boundary where had already crossed. She saw the smirk tugging upon his lips, and was uncertain of whether to inquire just what had made him do such a thing. She tried to pull back from his embrace,&nbsp; as he once again reminded her of where to sit. From the number he had mentioned before, there would be only enough chairs for eight…Providing an excuse as to why she was sitting on his lap. An excuse which her brothers would believe, and no one else. Her struggles ceased immediately upon the grope to her sore bottom, causing her to gasp intensely and curl her fingers against his chest. She could feel the splinters baring in beneath his palm, and water threatened to return to her eyes had she not promptly closed them. <br><br>“I have no interest in acting as your hostess for your posh gatherings!” She had hissed this without the full understanding of what he had intended. She was convinced his talk of children and marriage was a jest. Surely he had no interest in wedding her! They had just met and, in her opinion at least, were not on the best of circumstances. She assumed he would leave her a ruined woman, and the side of herself she desired to reveal to him would claim that was just fine as long as he would leave her be. The side repressed however, was one which longed for that care he whispered to her…and that warmth she had felt in his arms.<br><br>The servants had nodded their head in obedience to him before she ever parted her lips to ask them to enter the kitchen. In shock, Kitty watched their compliance, before she felt herself no longer on the ground. The swift movement caused her to shriek lightly and clutch to him, something if inquired about she would claim as a reaction of shock only and nothing to do with needing protection. She glared and pushed at his chest, trying to squirm out of his arms, and once set upon his lap, out of there as well. “I have work to do!” She protested, like a child held against their will, that is until the cutting board was mentioned. <br><br>Suddenly feeling very shy, as if he had just announced what he had done to her to the whole world, her struggling settled and she sat still. A glare still set upon her face, cast up towards the officers as the made their way in, a very smug look on some while a gloomy expression upon the rest. She could only assume their thoughts were on that damn wager. She twisted her lips, giving quiet nods to the men he introduced before glaring aside towards the wall. Partially, out of embarrassment to be seen in such a manner. Good Lord with all this man’s demands would he be requesting her to wear dresses next!<br><br>Fuming, and quite obviously so in a not very gracious hostess manner, she said not a word even when her brothers came anxiously to the table. Samuel and William had both sat upon the Captain’s left side, close to the Lieutenant who had been so gracious with the alcohol. Still grinning widely they nodded, and gave a dramatic wink which thankfully Kitty missed. She had been tempted to declare she didn’t drink, but decided she very much needed one and took the bottle of the stronger red wine to pour herself more than half an elegant glass.....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>11-09-2008, 06:22:40</strong>
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				Richard had noted that she had ensured that there wasn’t an empty chair for her. Evidently she sought to create herself an excuse for sitting upon his lap, however, flimsy a pretext it might prove. He smiled to himself as he leaned in towards her ear and murmured “My clever kitten, one too few chairs is the reason you’re on my lap. No one will believe that, but if it makes you feel better that’s good.” He’d heard her hissing to him that she didn’t want to act as his hostess for parties. He offered her a reproachful look as he remarked softly “Now what sort of attitude is that for my future bride to adopt?” He posed that query as he pressed his mouth to her ear as he noted “You’re going to have to wear proper dresses of course, and you’ll look absolutely stunning. I’ll make sure you have some lovely baubles to go along with those dresses.” He offered her a bemused smile “You’ll fuss like a proper lady, do up your hair and be decked in jewelry and entertain.” His voice hardened slightly as he softly put it. “Because that is what I expect of you. You *will* do it.” <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>He seemed mildly amused that the servants didn’t even wait for her to relay his instructions, and simply followed his commands as he dragged her about. He grinned slightly as he nipped her earlobe and added “Apparently your servants have determined whom is in charge.” He smiled to her as he noted “How long shall it take their mistress?” He wondered still speaking softly into her ear. He grinned at the yelp that emerged from her lips as he carried her over to the table. The manner in which she squirmed and sought to extricate herself from his arms and then his lap seemed to amuse him. His dark eyes glimmered with laughter as he looked at her. He leaned in and kissed her neck lightly as he murmured “Calm yourself kitten, the servants can take care of the rest of what needs to be done. I don’t want to need to drag you out of here and to punish you again. I don’t think you want to feel either the cutting board or my belt on your bottom yet again today. You must be sore as it is. And if I have to punish you, you’ll feel it each time I enter you from behind later tonight.”<br><br>He seemed content as she stilled after he warned her to behave herself. His hand reached up to her cheek to trail across it as he watched her glaring at the soldiers who were making their way into the room. He grinned to the soldiers as evidently the wagers had spread as a few of them looked rather pleased while those that had wagered on her ability to resist him looked rather downcast. He toyed with a few strands of her hair. He leaned in to her ear as he murmured “If one of the troopers later seems overly ecstatic I’m sure he’ll be the one that selected one day in the pool.” <br><br>He watched Kitty pour herself a rather full glass of the red wine. He smiled and his mouth pressed to her ear. “Careful kitten, you don’t want to drink too much. I don’t want you to forget your first time.” He smiled to her as he added “And you don’t want to set a bad example for your brothers who are watching.” His hand slid along her thigh stroking against her form as he murmured “Don’t fill your glass as full after this first one. I want you to relax kitten, not to become drunk.” His hand rather secretively slipped back to grope the rounded form of her bottom as he whispered to her. His fingers greedily pressing into that delicious curve and delighting in the feel of it in his hand.<br><br>He seemed to watch her for several moments and as she remained silent ignoring the various people about the table, his teeth lightly closed upon her earlobe. Gently he bit into it as he thereafter released it. “Kitten, I expect you to be a proper hostess. Your ignoring our guests. Its rude.” He chided her. “You don’t want me to have to take my belt out later. And if you don’t behave I might even have to think of other ways to punish my kitten. Perhaps I’ll make you wear a dress every day. Something nice and girly for you to wear that I can easily lift up either to spank you or to bend you over and have you when the impulse strikes me.” Naturally it was all said too softly for anyone else to hear it. His eyes lingered on her as he smiled faintly. He kissed her cheek lightly as he murmured “Now place nice kitten.” His hand again seemed to press to one already sore cheek and dug his fingers into it. He fondled her beneath the table in a manner that was likely to make her squirm. Perhaps an object reminder of how he’d punished her already. <br><br>He seemed to examine the food that was set out before them, chicken, corn and bread in turn. He glanced down to Kitty and remarked loudly enough that his voice carried “It looks like we’ll eat well at least for tonight. We have to start patrolling upon the morrow and its unlikely that we’ll have a chance to eat anything quite so fine while on patrol.” He raised his own glass to his men as he remarked “To the King and our gracious hostess gentlemen.” Thereafter, they all raised there glasses and clinked them genially enough. Richard took a rather large gulp of wine and thereafter lowered his glass as he soon took one of the plates that made its way around, getting himself both chicken, corn and bread in turn. Pausing to allow Kitty to do similarly before the plate was passed along.<br><br>He ate idly as he looked over at William and noted “You’ve got your two troops of cavalry ready then William for tomorrow morning?” He clearly addressed the elder William. And the lieutenant nodded in turn “Yes, Captain, the men are looking forward to getting to perhaps see a bit of action.” He smiled as he noted “I said five pounds to the first man to kill one of the savages in battle. They’re eager now.” <br><br>Richard would simply shook his head as he responded “Is there anything you won’t gamble or put a reward on?” He chuckled softly as he took another sip of wine. Thereafter, he turned to his other lieutenant, Robert as he inquired “And your ready to be off in the morning as well Robert?” He nodded laconically as he remarked “Yes, Richard, as we discussed earlier I’ll head north and William south and we’ll ride out in semi-circular directions from here before returning.”<br><br>One of the dragoons suddenly burst into the dining room, he looked like he’d pulled his coat on just then as the front of it remained undone and its position was off kilter. The top buttons of his shirt were similarly undone. He suddenly appeared and looked about, he seemed to hesitate briefly like he wasn’t sure he should have entered. He looked towards Richard and then remarked “Ah..begging your pardon Captain.” Then he looked towards Kitty and a rather bright grin graced his lips as though he’d just been informed his ship had come in. “And yours as well Ma`am. May I say how lovely you look?” His head turned to Richard “My compliments Sir.” But then he seemed to recall why he was here and remarked “We just got word that there has been a terrible attack by the Indians down by Charlestown. A number of colonists are dead. The mayor there and the garrison commander there are begging for us to go out of our way to try see if we can’t track them down.&nbsp; I have the letters Sir.” He extended it towards Richard who accepted it rather gravely and seemed to glance down at it.<br><br>He seemed to read quietly as a frown came to his lips and whatever good cheer had resided upon his features seemed to disappear. He looked up from the table and remarked “I’m afraid there has been a change of plans gentleman. We’ll leave a small number of men here, the rest of us ride in search of these hostile savage tomorrow morning.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>11-09-2008, 21:17:23</strong>
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				“Bride? Please…” She hissed softly, crossing her arms as she was held tightly to his figure. She felt his heart beating, his breath drawing inward and then casting out upon the flesh of her neck. She scowled at the thought of being dolled up, like his own little prize. She could barely stomach picturing herself with a flowing gown, make up and jewels, fanning herself while she dotes upon him while he speaks to an unnamed soldier. “Do not try to sooth me into thinking you would ever take me as more than a lay for your time here…” She whispered, not at all convinced of his intentions to keep her. Why would he? She was an unruly Colonial girl with no manners it seemed. Had he enough of those doting women he had spoken of earlier? Surely one of them had caught his attention more than she!<br><br>His words seemed to cut through her, like a searing knife or chill her like a frozen touch. One moment he could unleash hell within her, then freeze her fire with a warning such as the one he whispered delicately in her ear as she was placed upon his lap. She felt like a child, being taken in place before an important guests arrival and told of the repercussions for misbehavior. Kitty could feel his belt beneath her now, and did not dare imagine it in full motion. Her bottom was already throbbing from being in a seated position. How often could he stand punishing her! Or at least threatening to? Perhaps as often as she deemed herself in mischief or disobedience…<br><br>Or until his arm got tired.<br><br>She ignored his comments about the wager, and took down the wine anxiously. She felt it coursing through her, and somewhat relaxed in his arms. She glared from the corner of her eye as she filled up the glass again, but with a smile around the room, she leaned back in his arms to sip at her wine and whisper “I shall drink as much as I like...if you want me to willingly come to bed with your sorry a--” She whimpered, spilling a bit of the wine upon her wrist as he gripped her ass in warning.&nbsp; Licking her lips sourly she set the glass down and put her hands upon her lap, trying to fend off any reaction to the groping proceeding beneath the tablecloth.<br><br>She said not a word, not touched her wine for a few moments passing, she fumed in anger. She could feel his stare, and whimpered only slightly as his teeth caressed her ear. She shied away from his whispers, feeling her embarrassment swell to blush upon her face as he mentioned his belt again. How that threat effected her so easily now! She imagined the smooth leather would bring much more pain than the cutting board, as it was more flexible…and his arm could power more malice along with it. “You will find only one dress in my wardrobe…and you will hardly think it girly” she sneered, but whimpered slightly as his fingers dug against he sore backside. <br><br>The toast she found quite amusing, as not one of the officers glanced her way in thanks. Perhaps they thought she would turn them to stone? She smirked, musing at the thought as she smiled to her brothers who clinked&nbsp; their water glasses with the officers beside them. She nodded quietly to the Captain, and took a very small, modest portion of what she had prepared. Perhaps out of spite, so she could starve herself? But in fact, she had lost all appetite the second time she had been bent over and exposed.&nbsp; Her glare was downward cast towards her plate as the men spoke and her brothers listened. Kitty was thankful that at least not all of them would be around at the same time…perhaps the Captain would release his grip on her for that amount of time..or lock her away in her room while he went off playing capture the savage!<br><br>A small twinge in her heart felt worry, that she did not want him to go…Quickly, she grabbed her wine glass and took a more than elegant taste, to rid herself of the thought. <br><br>It was in the midst of her desperate drink, that the soldier burst in looking as if he had been woken from a dead sleep. Narrowing her eyes at the interruption, and the way the man had grinned to compliment her looks and the Captain for Lord knows what! She was about to inquire if no soldier had the common sense to knock, when she heard the mention of Charlestown. Her eyes widened, and she immediately snatched the papers from the Captain. Thumbing through them desperately and finding nothing bearing good or bad news, she tossed them down at the table and managed to slip out of the Captains arms.<br><br>“Finish your suppers” She pointed at her brothers, and rushed out of the room and upstairs. She, having no desire to explain herself, dashed into her bedroom and pulled on a dark green jacket. Tying up her hair in a ribbon, she knelt down beneath her bed to pull out a box of..guns. Two pistols she tied to her legs, and a large gun she started loading with bullets. From the looks of them, they were used to frighten off wolves and other beasts..There was dried blood on the gloves she slipped on. Kitty’s motives were certainly clear, and her stubbornness had completely returned itself, weakness escaping as she felt tears running down her face again…Her hands trembled as she loaded the bullets and powder, whispering “No no..no..no..please God no…” into the darkness.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>12-09-2008, 02:48:49</strong>
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				Richard regarded her for a rather long moment and then responded to her by whispering into her ear “Do you think its impossible that I could find you attractive and rather admire your spirit?” His lips twitched slightly as he murmured “Mind you its spirit that needs to be restrained somewhat and you need to learn that I should be obeyed.” He kissed her cheek as he murmured “I grow bored with girls who couldn’t lift a finger for themselves, and who are as placid in bed as they are in conversation.” He grinned impishly as he noted “You I’m rather sure will at least stay lively in both no matter what I should do to you.” He eyed her for a moment before kissing her cheek again. “But I do need to teach you to behave and get you into a dress.” <br><br>He didn’t seem to mind explaining himself to her, although he’d notice the manner in which she’d frozen when he’d reminded her of the consequences of her disobedience to him. He smiled to himself and let his lips press to her neck upon noticing her brief moment of terror. After all if nothing else her reaction seemed to indicate that his efforts were having the desired effect. He barely restrained himself from openly laughing as she declared that if he wanted her in his bed she was going to have as much wine as she wanted.&nbsp; He leaned in to her ear and murmured “What part of it bothers you more kitten, that you’re going to be in my bed or that you find yourself excited about the prospect.”<br><br>He’d spied the blush upon her cheeks from what he’d been whispering to her and he grinned in response. “Hmm? You only have one dress in your wardrobe kitten? That’s something we shall have to rectify. My Kitty will certainly need more and I shall be only too happy to take you to a seamstress and see you properly clad.” The fact that the thought likely horrified her seemed to please him as he had heard the unpleasant tone that her voice managed to project whenever he mentioned her and dresses. He smirked slightly as he murmured “I’m sure they will sinch delightfully tightly at your waist and properly accentuate the lovely form of your chest Kitty.” <br><br>He’d noted that Kitty hadn’t taken much food, however, he made no mention of it. Richard had come to expect that women were passing strange in their eating habits. Sometimes they ate as vociferously as men, other times they simply picked at their food or claimed a lack of interest in it. He’d become preoccupied with beginning to indulge in his own meal. He ate as he found himself hungry while he conversed with his officers at the table. He paused to glance at Kitty as she remained rather quiet. He peered at her for a moment, although she seemed to be content to drink as opposed to eating. His lips twitched with a smile, as despite his initial indication of disapproval he didn’t bother to discourage her further if she wished to become drunk before she had sex with him.<br>However, eating and chatter were eat disrupted with the arrival of an urgent messenger hence his food became ignored as where previous lines of conversation.<br><br>He’d frowned as he heard the news that was relayed regarding the attack of the savage. The Captain shook his head and wasn’t particularly surprised when Kitty pulled the letter from his hands. He leaned in towards her as he murmured “Kitty it doesn’t say anything about your father. Don’t assume the worst. There is no need to panic. If there is anything to learn, you know I’ll find out and after that I will let you know.” His tone was soothing as he rather expected that she would be upset. Richard regarded her for a moment as he noted “I’ll find your father for you, or I’ll find whomever killed him and I’ll bring you their head.” <br><br>He got the impression that she hadn’t been listening as she simply directed her brothers to finish eating and dashed out of the room. Richard frowned as he looked down at his plated. He grabbed a hunk of bread from his plate and rather swiftly consumed it. After bolting it down, he rose from where he was seated and remarked “I’d better check on her. I think she’s upset.”<br><br>Hence his tall form was soon dashing up the stairs after her. He made his way into her room and saw her changing her clothing and producing firearms. Richard stopped and looked at her. “Kitty your not going to chase off down to Charlestown to make sure your father’s alright.” He said this rather firmly as he walked over towards her. “Its dangerous there right now. Your father would not want you hazarding yourself in such a manner, and I forbid you from going. Your brothers need you here to look after them. If you run off and get yourself killed – who will look after them? You will stay here.” <br><br>He drew closer to her as he took the gun out of her hands and set it down to the side of them. “Kitty you know about horses, and raising children. This is fighting. This is what I do. Whatever else you think of me remember that, I am a soldier and I’m rather good at dealing with this sort of thing. There is danger and I will hazard it. If your father lives I will bring him home to you kitten. If he’s dead, I shall try to retrieve his body and punish those who have done this.” His hand would move to stroke against her cheek. “Kitty..I promise you that I will take care of this.” <br><br>He leaned in towards her and he let his lips crush against her own. He kissed her rather passionately, as his body would draw itself up to her. He’d seek to press her up against the wardrobe as he murmured “You kitten are going to stay here with your brothers. I need you safe, and they need you to look after them. You will stay here were I can leave guards and know your alright. In the morning, I will go and sort this out kitten. Then I’ll come back here to you.” His hand would rise to stroke against her cheek and thereafter lowered to push the jacket from her shoulders. “But as I’m now leaving in the morning..I don’t feel like wasting anymore time Kitty..”<br><br>He sought to lift her from her feet and to carry her over to the bed. His rather large form intending to lift her, and then carry her across the room and sprawl her out upon the bed. Naturally with his own form lowering down upon her, he’d lean in to kiss her once more as he murmured “I should have brought a bottle of wine with me.” He grinned impishly as he noted “Since you were so intent that you were going to drink as much as you wanted first.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 02:22:39</strong>
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				She only smirked behind her wine glass as he eyed her, and responded to his question of admiring her with a simple “No.” she set the empty glass down, refilling it as she nestled like a good hostess was apparently expected, into the arms of the intruder who demanded respect. She turned away from his whispers, eyeing the table as he tried to use his posh vocabulary to impress her.<br><br>&nbsp;She watched the officers muttering beneath their breath, casting hesitant smiles in her direction. Well, at least they knew better than to cross her. “I find it more bothersome that you intend to bed me, with or without my consent...It doesn’t seem the proper conduct of the gentleman you claim to be” She hissed behind white teeth, smiling to her brothers who seemed bouncier than usual…Kitty supposed they were excited to be dining amongst live soldiers and not their toys.&nbsp; <br><br>Billy had sobered himself enough to make himself and Samuel rinse their mouths out with salt to dilute the liquors’ smell, a trick their father had unknowingly taught them when drinking wine before church. <br><br>“Your seamstresses will grow quite fed up with me, I think. My father tried to get me fitted once, the woman said she wouldn’t tolerate trying to make a lady of me,” A confident smirk graced her lips as she swirled the wine around in the glass, not the least bit tipsy as of yet. <br><br>&nbsp;The talk of battle placements and what not hardly interested her, so she instead concentrated on means to torment the Captain who kept his hand all too comfortably upon her thigh. She scoffed slightly in thought of becoming his bride. Surely his family would despise their oh so precious and important son marrying a rugged Colonial. Surely they had some twitty whisp of a woman lined up for him already. Drawing her lips inward in thought, Kitty felt a twinge of jealousy in her heart. Like a thorn, the thought of him advancing other women seemed to pester her. Even the notion of it , for some God awful reason made her upset. But why! She despised the man! He epitomized everything she did not want, a cage. <br><br>Surely he would attempt to tame her.<br><br>Her eyes narrowed in thought, and she leaned forward to set her empty wine glass on the table. The messenger had thankfully come in after she had finished downing her fourth glass of wine, or else the liquid would have been harshly swallowed or spewed out in a most unlady like fashion at the mention of Charlestown. Had Richard said anything to her as she desperately thumbed through the letters, she did not know. Her body had gone cold as ice, and she ignored everything until she found herself upstairs and setting up her guns.<br><br>She had fought of wolves before, and as the clicking of guns echoed throughout the house Billy had mentioned with a somewhat frightened nod before the Captain rushed off that his sister had fought off a wolf the size of himself, with her bare hands . The boys were sobered, at the thought of their father being possibly gone, but neither seemed worried about Katrina being able to handle the situation. She had barely noticed Richard’s shadow , and only cast a short glare at him before concentrating on loading her rifle. “You are not my father, so you cannot forbid me from going anywhere. You can beat me with whatever object you find in the house, but I am going to find my father. Besides,” she clicked the gun shut with a most calm demeanor for the amount of tears streaming down her face, “My Aunt will take the boys if something was to happen to me.” <br><br>The gun was easily taken from her trembling hands, but she backed up with a more heated glare. “I know about more than you give me credit for after knowing me barely a days time! Soldier or not, you don’t know the woods like I do.” Her hands gripped tightly at her side, her voice shaking “And do not say he is dead!”&nbsp; The statement, the thought itself seemed to break her as his hand touched her cheek. She sobbed against his kiss, her hands pushing against his chest as she writhed to get out of his arms. She was too small to do any damage as she tried to get herself back on the floor. She brought her knees up to prevent him from getting to close as she&nbsp; tried to push him off of her. “I’m not going to lay here and spread my legs for you while he could be...he could be….” Her lips quivered, her voice cracking for a moment. “Get off! Get off me now! I need to go,&nbsp; damnitt Richard get off me!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 22:51:16</strong>
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				Richard gazed down at Kitty with a concerned look in his eyes while he felt her hands shoving against his chest as watched tears streaming down her cheeks. “Kitty..” He murmured softly as his own head tilted downwards towards her own “I don’t know what happened any more than you do. The letter made no mention of any names just that there was an attack and some people died. There is no reason to assume the worst.” His hand rose to her cheek as calloused fingers lightly brushed away the tears that gushed forth from her eyes. “Its okay Kitty, I’ll make sure everything is well there.” He felt her pushing against him and stating she didn’t mean to lay with him when her father might be in jeopardy. He smiled faintly as he looked down at her and murmured “You’re not going anywhere kitten.” His eyes scrutinized her for a rather long moment as he noted “I forbid it. I will have you tied up and tethered to a post if need be. I’ll imprison you in your stables, if I must. But I will not have you charging off and placing yourself in danger. Your family needs you here, and I wish you safe from harm.”<br><br>He seemed to seek to divert her mind from such thoughts briefly as he leaned downwards further and let his lips embrace her own. He kissed her in a rather impassioned fashion, his mouth hungrily seeking her out and tasting the sweetness&nbsp; of her kiss rather insistently. The firm forms of his lips pressed to those soft, damp lips, reveling in the feel of them against him. Although for the moment the sweetness he had found upon them was tainted with the salty tinge of her tears. “As you said earlier Kitty, I am fairly bad at being the perfect gentleman.” He smiled faintly as he murmured “But even one so flawed such as I, is not about to stand aside and let a young woman throw herself into danger which is properly his own to face. I can’t let you go” His hand strayed across her cheek, sliding over soft skin and then lightly playing with her hair.<br><br>He grinned faintly as he teasingly noted “And when I send you to a seamstress I expect you to cooperate kitten.” He gazed down at her as his other hand pressed to her thigh, sliding rather firmly along form as his hand slipped upwards towards the rounded form of her bottom. His fingers soon tightened about that fleshy swell as he squeezed it. His lips lightly pressed against her own as he murmured “And while I do like your willfulness kitten, remember well how I express my displeasure.” His lips pressed to her again, kissing her as he sought to remind her of the manner in which he’d rather cruelly punished her poor arse earlier in the day. He offered her a bemused smile as he murmured “Besides we both know you’ll look lovely in a proper dress so there is no need to force me to punish you into acquiring them.” He smiled to her as his lips twitched “Or I shall begin to think you secretly long for the feel of my hand or my belt striking your bottom.”<br><br>Richard had sought to divert her thoughts from her concern about her father by returning to their earlier conversation before she’d dashed away from the table. However, his own rather burning desire for her had hardly been forgotten. Indeed laying atop of her was a rather constant reminder of exactly what he craved. His dark eyes slide over her form as he murmured “Now darling, I’ll take care of everything but I need you here while I’m gone.” His eyes glimmered slightly as he added “And since I’m going to be gone, I’m sure you’re terribly eager to give me something to remember you by while we’re so regrettably parted.” His hands would gently but then firmly seek to press her legs downwards from the manner she’d raised her knees up rather protectively. His own fully clad form sought to slip between her thighs. He regarded her for a moment as he noted “I don’t wish to tear myself away from you Kitty, but I shall have to deal with things. But I am rather insistent that I shall enjoy your company and your charms before I must leave.”&nbsp; <br><br>His hands drifted upwards as they sought to slip the green coat she’d wore from her and thereafter to commence their work upon the shirt she wore. His fingers slowly undoing the shirt’s buttons as he looked down upon her lithe body. His hands sought to slip beneath the shirt once it was undone to let his hands close around the rounded mounds of her chest. Those strong fingers pressed into her soft supple flesh. His strong hands cupped her bosom, squeezing and feeling their gentle weight now cradled in his hands. His lips crushed against her own as his form was raised upwards just atop of her, his torso leaned upwards to hover above her as his hands found themselves busy. His fingers kneaded her soft flesh, pressing into her chest, stroking and massaging against chest. Those delicious globes received his rather covetous and for the moment entirely undivided attention. His hands slipped slightly as his fingers moved to her nipples, stroking them rather firmly as he’d seek to arouse them into a pebbled state. A moment thereafter his fingers teasingly would pinch and pluck upon them seeking to heighten the pleasurable sensations she would receive.<br><br>Richard offered her a rather impish grin before his lips pressed to her own once more. His mouth moved to let his lips caress against her pillowy lips. His head tilted slightly as he kissed her more deeply and in a rather heated fashion. His head leaned in towards her as he kissed her, his hands slipped down her body, straying over the curvature of her form as they slide down to her waist. There his fingers would rather insidiously attempt to undo her pants and press them downwards along her hips. Although at the moment, swatting her arse was the last thing he had upon his mind. As his body rested against her, she’d become rather aware of his eagerness to lay with her. His member was hard and formed a rather distinct and unmistakable bulge within his pants.&nbsp; As his mouth lingered upon her own, his body shifted to letting his hips rock in against her. Thus he pressed the aroused form of his cock against the softness of her sex. His thick and swollen shaft pressed to the cradle of her sex, where she’d feel it rubbing against her. He let her feel the press of his groin against her heated nether region with every small shift of his body causing that blood engorged cock to be ground into her.<br><br>His eyes gazed down at her as his muscular and still annoyingly entirely clad form rested atop of her. Richard had evidently strategically held back one particular statement until this very point in time. His lips kissed her rather tenderly for a moment as he paused to relate “I’ve loved you since the first moment I laid eyes upon you Kitty. I can’t let you go put yourself in danger. Nor can I make myself leave without this.” His voice seemed slightly hurried as he related that particular statement as though he’d considered how to say it but remained rather worried it didn’t seem a particularly manly thing to relate and wouldn’t necessarily be well recieved. He also pressed his lips to hers rather forcefully as his impassioned kiss sought to stifle any entirely immediate reply.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 01:44:14</strong>
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				“There is no reason to assume the worst?“ She scoffed “There are plenty of reasons here…And when will you get it through your pompous thick skull that I do not take orders from you!” Kitty hissed, but did not shy away from the way his hand so gently caressed her cheek. Her grip upon his chest tightened as she tried to glare up at him through her tears. “I am not one of your soldiers! If you tie me up I will find a way out! I won’t sit and play sweet devoted wife or whatever you think I am, while my father might be dying!” She shoved herself back a bit, trying to get out of his grip. Her slender figure only writhing against his body, hardly untangling herself from his firm embrace.<br><br>Her fingers twitched like lengthy spider legs at his jacket as he bent down to kiss her so sweetly. Her heart was racing, pounding beneath her breast so intensely that at this proximity the Captain could probably feel her anxiety. She found herself trembling in his arms, her lips parting breathlessly as he broke the bestowed kiss. Her eyes averted to glare into the darkness of her bedroom, the candle wick smothered in hot wax the moment he had walked in. She drew her lips inward, trying to calm her breathing as she recoiled from his touch. “You cannot let me go? That’s amusing, I don’t recall asking for your permission to do so…”<br><br>She turned her attention back to him in time to notice that school boy like grin. The subject had changed back to that of seamstresses and dresses, which only further annoyed her. She squirmed, huffing very much like a child as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp. However all that movement only quickened his hands journey to her backside, and feeling his lustful grope, Kitty paused in her struggle and whimpered. The burning had not gone away, but she had ignored it upon becoming overwhelmed with other emotions. Now, however, he had brought attention back to her pain and embarrassment and she became silently shy of his accusation. Surely it was preposterous! Who would enjoy such a thing? Flustered, Kitty only huffed in response and meekly started struggling against his advances.<br><br>His weight upon her certainly made things difficult. Admittedly, though never to him, she had taken more than just thoughts away from a more scandalous selection of books concerning such matters. She was still after all, a woman, and romances were often filled with blush worthy detail on the topic of sex. Yet her naivety prevailed when it concerned the effect even his clothed body had atop her. She was blushing, and careful not to writhe so passionately for fear of moaning against the pressure of his waist. She tried to maintain her resistant glare as he spoke so patronizingly,&nbsp; but her blush was growing more heated as he tried to push her legs from their protective angle.<br><br>“If you seek company and charm then might I suggest putting a dress on one of your lieutenants or talking to yourself in the mirror!” She hissed,&nbsp; but an inner voice whimpered for fear of the repercussions of saying such things to him. That voice was quickly yelled at by another voice who couldn’t believe he had already wormed his way into her thoughts as an authority figure. Soon after, all of the voices of her emotions were caught in a fierce battle over this dashing yet vulgar, handsome yet brutish, and a great deal amount of other contradictions concerning this man who was now…She gasped, her inner argument seeking as she realized that he had completely undone her shirt in a matter of moments. She pushed at his chest weakly, aghast as she looked down to her exposed breasts which he toyed with as if he had every right to do so.<br><br>“W-what are you doing? Stop that!” She whispered, so not to shriek loudly enough for someone to barge in and find them in such a position that would certainly finalize the bets being made. She watched with a astonished curiosity as he fondled her breasts so casually. She had sought to protest, but found her lips otherwise occupied by his feverish kissing. Her back arched as the sensitivity of her nipples were explored, and prideful Kitty found herself moaning against the Captains lips. <br><br>He seemed to notice what she had done, judging by his impish grin before he had sought her lips again. She whimpered, starting to struggle again in order to put up some sort of a fight against his bold explorations of her figure. Yet she found herself unable to move. His calloused fingers were as soft and gentle as silk against her skin. She remained surprisingly still as he tugged down her trousers,&nbsp; but a huff began to sound into protest as her undergarments were removed slightly with them. The brisk air of her bedroom made her shiver, and lurch forward, almost as if she sought warmth against his body…<br><br>Urges were so very hard to suppress, even for prides sake.&nbsp; Kitty lay back against the pillows, her eyebrows’ knitted together in frustration as she found herself without the proper words to argue. Each time she opened her mouth he would shift, and the weight of his desire against her sex would lose her thought. She gripped the sheets of her bed, and tried to move away from that thick bulge which rocked so eagerly against the curves of her most intimate areas. With each movement, from either herself or the eager captain, she found herself more concerned about moaning than arguing. She could not deny with the best string of words, that her body was longing for him despite what she tried to portray.<br><br>Love. She had seen him struggling in thought for a moment, and the result was very hurried. Kitty’s hand moved up to block her lips immediately, so that he instead kissed her palm. She did not strike him away, and instead stared into his eyes as if searching for an ounce of truth in them. Her lips parted in the darkness, and she whispered in a tone that was almost ethereal in its vulnerability, “Do not say you love me unless you mean it…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 16:31:28</strong>
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				Richard heard her rather irked disagreement with his suggestion that she not assume the worst. He smiled faintly “Kitty, you don’t know that anything has happened to him. I promise you I will find out. It’s not safe for you to go running off to look yourself, so you’re not going.” He stated rather firmly and then softly added “I know your upset and want to go find out yourself, but you’ll just have to trust me to do this.” He felt her writhing beneath him as he shook his head slightly while looking down at her and he muttered “You really aren’t going to cooperate with anything I say are you?” He offered her a rather accusatory glare. He chuckled softly as he smiled in a bemused fashion “No you didn’t ask me for permission, on the other hand I won’t let you go. And as I’m the one that soldiers with guns not you, so I win kitten.” His tone had a ring of ‘so there’ to it with that final statement which gave way to him, leaning down to press his lips against her lightly.<br><br>Richard lofted a brow to her as she suggested he put a dress on one of his officers or talk to himself in the mirror to satisfy his need for company. “Oh I&nbsp; that’s what I should do hmm? And why ever would I do that when your squirming so nicely beneath me hmm?” He offered her a rather self satisfied look as he added that “You’re blushing rather adorably too.” He felt her hand shoving at him as though to dislodge him although he was far too heavy to be so easily removed from his place atop of her. <br><br>Richard had been quite adept at undoing her shirt, and thereafter his hands had sought to stimulate the bared form of her breasts. His mouth pressed to her neck, kissing her along that graceful arch, his lips straying along soft skin with his teeth nipping lightly against her and his tongue flitting along her in turn. His mouth descended towards the bared form of her chest after lingering upon her neck granting its sensitive arch his attentions. Hot lips pressed to the luscious mound of flesh that comprised her bosom and straying along its rounded form. His lips kissed against that sensitive skin rather gently, his lips brushing against her while one hand would rather firmly cup that heavy mound. His fingers dug into her, squeezing that supple flesh as his lips drifted over it. His mouth moved to rest over her nipple. His lips tightening about it and sucking upon it rather firmly before his tongue would slither about that sensitive nub. That slippery muscle stroked around its base and flickered across her nipple, his teeth soon followed as he’d gently nip upon that hardening bud.<br><br>His fingers dug into her chest, kneading gently against it while his mouth worked upon her in tandem. His tongue anointed that soft nipple, fluttering around and along it before his teeth pressed down upon that pebbling flesh against gently biting it. His mouth would thereafter press a kiss to the rounded thrust of her breast before drifting upwards over her throat and then returning to her lips once more. He kissed her rather passionately as his dark eyes gazed down at her, his hand would rise to stroke against her cheek as his eyes searched her own for a rather lingering moment.<br><br>Richard had heard Kitty moaning in response to his manipulations of her body. After all she remained sensitive to his touch whether she rather wished that were so or not. He offered her a look of mild reproach as she asked what he was doing and told him to stop it. His eyes looked at her rather levelly as he responded “I think you know what I’m doing, and you don’t really want me to stop.” However, her protests seemed to halt as he removed her pants and undergarments. He’d smile to her as his hand would brush against her cheek. “Kitty..” He’d murmur before his lips pressed to her own “I don’t know how you manage to be the most irresistibly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”&nbsp; He kissed her rather more forcefully upon making that particular statement. His lips locked with her own and his tongue would seek to dance with hers. <br><br>His weight had settled atop of her and his gaze met her searching look as she seemed to look for some confirmation of his feelings in his eyes.&nbsp; He felt the press of her hand against his lips as she cautioned him not to speak of love to her unless he meant it. He seemed to mull over that silently for a moment before responding. “I would not have said it if I did not mean it. I love you.” His hand reached for hers and dragged it away from where it had warded him from here lips and he’d kiss her in a rather impassioned manner, his lips seeking to rather firmly press to her own. His eyes met her own as he seemed more certain in the statement the second time that it escaped his lips. “I love you - even if you are infuriatingly stubborn.”<br><br>He felt her body now bereft of clothing and pressing up against him making him all to aware of his own clothing. His arms would raise and slide his jacket off rather quickly. He’d toss its scarlet form to the floor, letting it fall in a heap as for the moment it didn’t concern him overly. He shifted his position slightly to push his boots off one at a time with a soft thump as they fell to the floor at the foot of the bed. He undid his belt and dispatched with his pants in rather short order, his form lifting upwards from her as he squirmed out of them rather hastily, kicking them down to the floor atop his boots. This of course left his rather muscular form in but his shirt and smallclothes. He gazed down at her and kissed her. His lips brushed against her own as he murmured “Now where were we..”<br><br>His hips pressed in against her, letting the stiffened form of his prick press to her through the soft layer of fabric that remained between them. His strong form laid sprawled atop of her as she’d be rather intimately aware of the manner in which his body pressed down against her with each shift of his form. His hips moved in that sensuous rock as he pressed his manhood to the cradle of her sex. He’d press his underwear downwards and thereafter shifted slightly to kick it to the floor below. Thus unburdened by the garment he’d let the tip of his cock come to press to the softness of her sex. His thick swollen member brushed against those gentle, silken lips. He’d let his tip slide against her slit, slowly dragging himself back and forth along her. His hips rocked into her as he’d let his member tease along her, his arousal building from the lingering contact with her form. He’d let her feel him upon the verge of penetration as he kissed her. His mouth consumed hers as they kissed, tasting her sweet lips and rather urgently claiming its pillowed folds.<br><br>The head of his cock was poised at the lips of her sex and his hips would grind down into her. His form crushed against her as rather slowly he’d thrust that throbbing shaft within her. His cock head would part those soft silken lips and he’d press into the embrace of the tight folds that awaited him. His entry letting her feel his girth and the warmth of his flesh within her as it stretched that taunt channel about him. His muscular form brushed against her soft body, as the rock of his hips into her own pressed her down to the bed below. Each meeting of their bodies would press him inside of her, filling her deeper and deeper with each entry.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 17:01:46</strong>
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				His accusatory glare was met by a quite serious one, as she had no intention of cooperating with him whatsoever. She was flustered with a ray of different emotions ranging from one end of the vast emotional spectrum that was the female sentiments, to the other. She was enraged at his assumed power over her, yet subtly delighted that he seemed to care about her well being. This more faint feeling was only unmasked as her lips only slightly pursed to meet his.<br><br>Arching her back slightly as he began to claim her with his blissful kisses, Kitty kept her hands firmly against his chest if for no other reason than to convince herself that somehow she could get him off of her. This of course, physically, was impossible but the small reassurance allowed her confidence not to die out completely beneath the wolf that was Captain Fortesque. She moaned most elegantly in the darkness of her bedroom, as he so sweetly groped her modest breasts with his large hands. With each pull and push against her body Kitty moved, weightlessly, like a rag doll for his pleasure beneath him. The relinquishing of power over herself was not pleasing, but even her outward stubbornness could not disguise her bodies carnal reaction for him. <br><br>She seemed to want him just as much, if not more. Her body was craving to be claimed and used..<br><br>Gasps, soft whimpers, echoed in the darkness as Kitty tried to make sense of her pleasure. Such virginal reactions to his lust, as she bit her lip and writhed against the softest caress’ to her nipples. Her hands gripped his shirt tightly, her knees&nbsp; trying to work their way together beneath him to protect herself from being completely overwhelmed. Her chest rose and fell beneath his lips in a paced, breathless fashion. Her innocence now exposed, as each kiss and touch broke down her walls of tenacious will. The panic in her breathing increased as his hand moved to her cheek, but perhaps silently reassured by his gaze, Kitty calmed herself to still not kiss back but look deeply into his eyes. <br><br>Her brows knitted together defiantly as his gaze reproached her, allowing him enough time so it seems to slip her undergarments off. As her sex became exposed to the brisk air she trembled, and very shyly tried to cross her legs so that he would not view it. A silly and vain attempt as of course he would inevitably see it in its full, as that’s where his intentions were aimed!&nbsp; Yet still, she shifted beneath him, still glaring as he mused to her about her beauty.&nbsp; “Oh how wonderful for m-” her words were silenced by that forced, hungering kiss. She felt his tongue part her lips boldly in search for her own tongue which only&nbsp; quivered in naïve reaction to the feeling. His experience was proudly displayed with each moment passed, as her naivety melted before him, vulnerably prepared to be taken over entirely.<br><br>Disbelief was apparent in her eyes as he spoke reassuringly of his love for her. Though she allowed her hand to be moved aside, and the softer kiss to be intimately pressed upon her lips. She did not move. She was almost frozen as he withdrew to comment that his love for her was still there, despite her stubbornness. This, caused a small smile to tug upon her lips and a bit of her confidence to regain. Dwelling in her newly found thoughts of perhaps his true feelings for her, her light eyes followed each article of clothing fall from his handsome figure. Even Kitty could not deny his sculpted, god like physique. She recalled seeing a statue in a museum on display in New York,&nbsp; though she could not recall if it had been Greek or Roman in its origin, but as Richards striptease continued on she found more and more similarities. Though, an observation comparing a still clothed area of his figure made him score much higher on the scale of human perfection. Kitty blushed deeply and turned her gaze, cursing herself for even looking.<br><br>Her hips lifted anxiously to meet that throbbing desire, her sex warm and inviting from the teasing it had been mesmerized with. Kitty’s expression still remained cold and wary, her hands had drifted down to grip tightly the sheets of her bed.&nbsp; The soft pat of his underwear falling to the floor darkened the blush on her face and she turned her head, her panicked breath slowly returning as her small body trembled beneath his weight. She could feel his length slipping between her most intimate folds. However as his hips angled, and the pressing weight of the tip of his manhood threatened to go forth, Kitty turned her attention back to him and her hands urgently pressed to his chest. Eyes wide, shaking and nearly fearful she shook her head desperately as he kissed her.<br>“Don’t..Richard stop..”<br><br>A whispered, mournful plea in the shadows.&nbsp; Suddenly, all the pleasure built up before within her body shattered. A gut wrenching pain coursed like lightning in her veins and she nearly screamed, but thankfully her lack of breath and his lips over hers muffled the sound of anguish greatly. Her innocence trickled down the length of his manhood, mixing with the former evidence of her delight and his current. A twist of feline like contortion arched her back and limbs as a she tried to escape the powerful bucking of his hips. Though each movement brought about intense painful pleasure, which seemed overwhelming painful in this necessary act of life. In time of course, as all women do, the pain would subside and the pleasure would be insatiable. For now however, Kitty’s neck bent and she nestled her face, defeated, against the curve of her British captor/suitor’s neck. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 09:41:42</strong>
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				Richard would soon find that Kitty’s resistance seemed to melt away beneath him. Her body perhaps rather seditiously seemed to respond to the feel of him atop of her. The manner in which she squirmed and arched up towards him could hardly be classified as struggling. He’d smile as he noted the flustered look about her, and then heard her moaning into his mouth as they kissed. His hand stroked across her cheek, as his lips hungrily pressed to her own. The firm forms of his lips crushing against her as his dark eyes gazed down at her, straying along the line of her cheek and neck, downwards along her body. A smile graced his lips while looked at her, his lips parting from hers as he murmured “I wish I had longer than tonight to spend with you before I left kitten.” His lips pressed to her own again as he murmured “But I shall take care of the savages and then return to you Kitty, have no fears of that.” <br><br>The captain felt that lithe body arching up against him, that delightful form rocked upwards against his body positioned atop of her. Richard felt he soft forms of her hands resting against his chest as his own hands reciprocated pressing into the delicious curve of her bosom. Those strong calloused fingers pressed into those tight mounds of flesh, squeezing and kneading them rather eagerly. His mouth pressed to her own, his lips brushing against her own gently at first and then more forcefully pressing to her. His hands cupped and fondled her chest as he felt her body seemed to press itself eagerly into his grasp.<br><br>The gasps and whimpers that accompanied his pressing to her breast delighted him. Indeed the press of his lips to that tender flesh seemed to succeed in overwhelming whatever resistance she had to him. The sound of her quickened breath drifted to his ears as his head rose to gaze at her, a slight grin graced his lips as he cut off a sarcastic comment she sought to utter to distance herself from him with a rather hot kiss. Indeed Richard was quite determined and by the feel of things succeeding in melting right through the ice queen persona that she evinced. Although he pitied the poor fellows that were left behind in the morning, as quite likely when she felt both able to move and had sufficient time to contemplate what had transpired she be spitting nails.<br><br>Richard let a rather relieved smile grace his lips when he saw her own lips form a smile after he’d rather uncertainly ventured into telling her of his feelings for her. Naturally that smile would give way to a grin as he noted the rather profuse blush that had stained Kitty’s cheeks as his form was slowly bared to her. Indeed he finally got around to undoing his shirt and tossing it to the side as well, leaving his form entirely bared. He seemed perhaps too pleased as he leaned in to murmur “At least I need not worry about whether or not you find me good looking kitten. I’ll take your blush to mean you approve rather whole heartedly.” With a soft laugh parting his lips he leaned in to kiss her once more.<br><br>His manhood pressed to the warmth of her sex, and he heard her plead with him not to go ahead with this. A reassuring smile was offered to her as he saw the panicked look in her eyes as he murmured “I’ll try to be gentle Kitty.” He leaned in to kiss her rather softly. Indeed he hadn’t the slightest of intentions of stopping. Indeed the hard form of his cock pressing to her indicated his arousal was considerable and rather burning in its need. Nor did he find her pleas for him to stop to be particular full throated considering that she had moaned and groaned in response to his touch. The blush that stained her cheeks seemed to indicate to him that she simply had an innocent concern as to what was about to transpire. He smiled to her as he murmured “Don’t worry kitten.”&nbsp; His hand rose to stroke along her cheek rather lightly, his touch and words seeking to reassure her of her fears.<br><br>He reassured her although at the same time he could hardly restrain himself, for that nubile form had stirred rather urgent desires within him. The rather unladylike manner in which she paraded around in those skintight riding pants of hers, had been a the most horrible distraction for him since the moment he’d laid eyes upon her. Now the base and carnal wants that she had stirred within him were given free reign. His manhood had lanced into her, pressing through those soft lips to stab home within that tight passage. His tip striking a measure of resistance alerted him to the innocence of the woman beneath him. Although her body had given him no indication of any such disposition, he found her a virgin and took that status from her. Her innocence was shattered by the lustful entry of his cock inside her. His manhood was rammed home within her as he felt that fleshy wall give way, and the taunt form of her tight sex being stretched about his member. <br><br>He felt the lubrication of her blood mingling with her arousal as he entered her. The fragile manner in which she clung to him and buried her face into his neck seemed to speak of the pain that the loss of her innocence caused her. A measure of concern flickered across his features as he saw the spasm of pain that seemed to shoot through her. Thus he seemed to restrain himself from engaging in the rather hungered use of her body that he seemed to crave. Rather his hips pressed to her, rocking into her as he’d slowly slide his member within her. That length of thickened flesh filled her and stretched that tight channel as he’d slowly ease himself into her. He pumped his cock inside of her at a rather slow pace. Dark eyes seemed to monitor her expression, perhaps seeking to find some sign that her initial suffering had abated.<br><br>Some part of his mind considered expressing his unawareness that she had been a virgin. Although as his mouth began to open to issue that statement, he thought the better of it for some part of him strongly suspected it would be viewed as either some sort of slight to her or as proof of some measure of foolishness on his part. His lips pressed to her cheek as she laid her head against him. His hands slipped to her waist, holding her fast as his body rocked into her. His hips ground against her as the muscular expanse of his chest brushed against her form. Each brush of his body was accompanied by the thrust of his manhood within her. That stiffened rod of flesh entered her with increasing depth as his body moved between her thighs. That masculine form loomed over top of her, even tempered by some measure of caring he took what he desired of her. For he delighted in the feel of that soft body beneath him, the soft press of her chest against him, the smooth form of her belly and that soft cradle of her sex. His manhood slide into those soft folds with each thrust, pressing upwards and into her and the friction of those narrow walls about him cause pleasure to shiver through him. She’d feel the warmth of his breath falling upon her as well as hear the soft sounds of exertion that accompanied his thrust, his body flush against her as he claimed her most carefully guarded treasure. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 04:15:41</strong>
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				Vexed by his muses of regret concerning his time with her, Kitty hissed in protest against his lips to show she did not share the same dismay. An inner sob in her heart begged her to tell him not to go, but she silenced in an attempt to seal the cut he had already administered there with his charming discourse. She writhed beneath him, though the sheer weight of his fit figure upon her provided a unyielding barrier which she could not overcome even with the assisted adrenaline of anger coursing through her veins. <br><br>His hands curved around her breasts so easily, kneading and toying with them as if they were his to hold. She blushed furiously at this, and he seemed far too knowledgeable of her preparations to speak as each time her lips parted, his anxiously sought to claim hers. (And in doing so silenced her most irritably). His touch was so commanding, and his lips drew out the icicles piercing her skin, melting them between his handsome lips and proceeding to warm her icy aura with his fiery determination to dominate her. Most women who had perfected the art of icing over when it came to a mans advances, would have been able to shut themselves off immediately. Kitty however, seemed to allow his fire to burn through her ice quite willingly, despite her stubborn expression..<br><br>Her inner desires and&nbsp; fears were far too strong to suppress..<br><br>May God have mercy on the souls that were left with her the next day, for she would have none for them. Particularly after Richard’s self-assured grin as he leaned in to tease her about the way she blushed when his body was revealed to her. Whatever arguing point she was making came out bunched together in a flustered huff, and as he moved himself atop of her again she bit her tongue harshly enough to draw a bitter taste of blood in her mouth. She wanted to scream at him to get off of her, she wanted to scratch and kick until she had not a breath left in her lungs; but she was drained. Almost hypnotized by his curious eyes…<br><br>She was like a deadly viper in the East, charmed by the calming melody of a lute…For the time, she was still and only seemed dangerous, but when that music was absent she would take down anything in her path. Her eyes followed his fingers, the corners of his mouth as they twisted into a confident grin to reassure her once again of his intentions. She had only heard, that to be broken was painful. One of her acquaintance/friends had a turn with a soldier when they had first arrived in the village. Still a wide eyed virgin, she came to Kitty in the market&nbsp; the next day deeply shaken and pale, speaking of how much she bled and how badly she cried that the man left in fear of her dying and being blamed for her murder!<br><br>Her fear had subsided in that ice that day, but now melted fully, it returned to her full force. Her panic was not easily masked, the way her fingers gripped the muscles upon his chest and the way her body tensed up straight like a board. Her breath was quick, flighty and uncertain. Why was he grinning? Was there some perverted delight in making a woman bleed almost to death? Perhaps her friend had been exaggerating…but perhaps she had not. She felt the bitter taste of the blood in her mouth, mixing with the salty taste of her tears which had once again formed. Such an emotional wreck, this stubborn kitten was. The events which led to this vulnerable state, most quite literally administered by his own hand, had in a sense allowed Captain Fortesque to make his way through a door never opened to other men in her life. As she lay trembling beneath his weight, her breath paused in anxious anticipation, Katrina Anne Brydon was for the first time in her life….scared.<br><br>Her lips drew inward, moistening them with reddened saliva as he tried to push his lips to hers. She whimpered, softly, before that agonizing breath was driven against his lips. She felt the evidence of her innocence slipping slickly between her wet thighs. She twined herself around him, a harsh spasm of pain jolting through her lean figure as she buried her face against his neck. Her long hair cascaded darkly around her in perfect contrast to her pale skin as she choked on her fear against his neck. Though her hips moved in the rhythm of his thrusts, guided back and forth with her sex’s lips tightly wrapped around his length, she seemed almost paralyzed when it came to her expression. Still hiding against the curve of his neck, her fingers tightly winded in the braid of his hair, she made no sound save for the raspy breaths which escaped. <br><br>His hesitance after her cry made her assume that he had placed no thought into her innocence. She would have scoffed at any other moment, and more than likely would seize the opportunity to do so at a later time, that her protests should have obviously led him to that conclusion. That was an argument to sink her teeth into later, once her energy was regained. For now, only the occasional writhing of her body against his hips urgent bucking seemed to signify that she was still even the Kitty he had been confronted with at the gates. She felt his length throbbing within her tight channel, she heard the slick sound of his hungered lustful thrusts and the animalistic, carnal grunts within her ear. Swallowing heavily, Kitty pushed herself back upon the pillows, out of his arms but still pinned down with his manhood. She glared through her tears at him, her hands releasing their tight grip upon his hair to cross over her chest, hiding her breasts as she cast her gaze to the darkness of the room. <br><br>“You relish in my ruin..”<br><br>Her whisper was barely audible, almost by the ethereal tone of her voice it seemed as if she was quoting something…but she whispered nevertheless, still unconvinced by the dashing British Captain’s words on making her his forever. She was quite convnced that by morning, he would be gone. Not to rescue her father, just gone. Having used what she believed what he wanted for a good laugh with his fellow soldiers, he had no reason to stay with a ruined Colonial wretch like herself. He would abandon her, and a growing part of her was fearing this...<br><br>Little did she know how entirely serious he was about keeping her…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 20:54:31</strong>
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				Richard would hear Kitty hissing into his lips although, he didn’t seem to allow her a chance to really utter much more from those sweet lips. He endeavoured to keep them altogether to busy with being kissed to effectively articulate any sort of opposition to what he was doing. Hence she was simply left to argue with herself over her feelings, given that he was quite content to feel her body squirming and responding to his every touch upon her. That sumptuous body proved warm and yielding to his wants as he pressed between those perfect thighs. The blush that swept over her features was taken as another sign of her rather tepid resolve in resisting him, and indeed a sign of the fact she rather welcomed what was transpiring. While she blushed, his hands slid along the side of her form, molding over the hour glass curves of her frame and drifting upwards along her body. His strong hands slide along her hips and then upwards along her side before coming to rest upon those full breasts. He adored her chest, touching it and feeling it between his strong fingers delighted him. His hand tightened and squeezed upon that soft flesh, kneading it within those rough digits as he witness the effect each touch upon her had.<br><br>He’d grin as all she could manage in response to his having teased her about having found him attractive was an indignant huff. He seemed rather pleased that he’d managed to lull whatever fears she had at least momentarily. Naturally Richard hadn’t the foggiest idea that she had the insane idea in her mind that he was going to cause her to bleed to death. That she might fear him disappearing and abandoning her he had contemplated. After all she’s already expressed her disbelief regarding his ultimate intentions with her. So he rather expected that she thought that if he returned at all after tomorrow, it would only be to take her back to bed however long he wanted before disappearing to distant England. Thus it had been principally the notion that he meant to vanish on her that he’s sought to assure and soothe her regarding.<br><br>Richard certainly hadn’t meant for the emotion he conjured up in Kitty to be fear. Although he’d see the look of trepidation in her eyes as she lay beneath him. He’d kiss her and murmur into her lips “Kitten, don’t look at me like that. Everything is going to be okay. I promise you that.”&nbsp; He felt her face buried against his neck, with the brush of her soft cheek against his skin. It was hardly an unpleasant feeling to have her soft skin brushing against him and the slight tickle from the strands of her soft hair.&nbsp; He held her tightly against him, feeling that soft sensual form beneath him. His hips rose and then fell as they pressed to her, smacking into her form. Their bodies seemed to fall into a natural rhythm as her hips moved in response to him, their bodies coming together at once as the thickened form of his cock was pressed into the soft form of her sex. The natural ease in which they fell into that rhythm was instinctive, virginal or not, her body seemed well aware of how it should respond to what transpired between them. This instinctive coupling between them caused him to delight in how their hips met, and the feel of his sex tightening around him as his manhood was sheathed within her clutching folds.<br><br>He felt that sweet brush of the soft, silken lips of her sex as he pressed his manhood within her. His hips ground down against her, with each entry of his length inside. His body crushed downwards against her as he plunged his member into those taunt and squeezing folds. The feel of that gripping passage caused pleasure to flow through him. The tension and friction that that virginal channel provided was entirely delightful. He claimed her as their bodies came together, joining at the waist in this carnal act. The soft smack of their bodies coming together would fill their ears, as his shaft was pumped inside her. His entry within her stretched the soft, gentle form of her sex around him, his size and girth forcing her form to adapt and accommodate his presence within her. A smile graced his lips as he indulged in the enticing and so very feminine form beneath him. The brush of shapely thighs and lithe legs against him, while the roundness of her chest crushed against him set his blood afire. Lust indeed lit his eyes as he gazed down at her. Was it all that stirred in his mind or heart? Lust was hardly all he felt for her, but to look at her was to want her. Thus he could hardly be blamed for the ardor that her body inspired within him. His body felt a dull ache for her, as each glance he’d had of that shapely form had filled his mind with rather lurid thought.&nbsp; Now he acted upon it as he savored each thrust of his cock inside her. He wanted her and needed her, and now he reveled in having her.<br><br>He’d felt her form rising to writhe against his own. The buck and undulation of her hips caused his form to respond all too eagerly. He could not have seen Kitty being entirely tepid and still in her response to this. Thus he was rather pleased not to be disappointed in that regard. His manhood zealously was thrust inside her, spearing her upon that fleshy shaft as his hips pressed to that soft cradle of her sex. He rutted between her thighs, taking her eagerly and with each thrust endeavouring to press deeper inside her so that she may more fully feel his manhood within her. Each touch of her soft form against him seemed to only make him desire her more. Even reluctant as she was he found her intoxicating. It was a base urge that caused him this overwhelming desire to spill his seed within her. But he had decided he wanted her in each and every way, so he felt no guilt at the lecherous manner in which he coveted her body.<br><br>He heard her accusation that he relished her ruin. He let his eyes meet Kitty’s as they remained clouded with desire. His mouth rather hotly pressed against her own, kissing her passionately. Then with his lips lingering against her, she’d feel his hips smack into her once more as his member continued to plough inside those soft, lubricated folds. The warmth and weight his strong form as it rested atop of her could be felt, and a hand would rise to stroke against her cheek as he murmured “I’d never ruin you Kitty.” His lips claimed hers once more rather demandingly as he kissed her. His lips parted slightly from hers as he added “I do relish this though.” He’d kiss her gently as he continued “You may not yet believe all I have said but you will in time.” <br><br>A smile graced his lips as he looked down at her and he murmured “You’ll see when I’m back.” He made this promise to her, although no further explanation was proffered. For while she thought he’d have what he wanted and then be done with her, he’d had what he wanted and now he simply craved more. That alone was reason enough for him to return even had he been inclined not too before, which was hardly the case. Every promise to keep her and that he will return had left his lips with the sweet ring of sincerity. All that could stop him was a stray arrow or musket ball that should make a lie out of truly given promises.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 04:26:36</strong>
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				Quite set in her thoughts concerning the man hunched over her in the blissful heat of intimacy, Kitty tried to create a tourniquet around her heart to keep it from receiving or giving any emotion towards him. He would leave, like her acquaintance’s soldier, and return to England soon enough to marry a proper woman. Kitty scoffed slightly, her tongue moving out to spread the blood from her split lip to create almost a glossy tinge to make her seem properly made up. Her eyes cut daggers against the curve of his neck as she held breathlessly to him. <em>No doubt he has a wife already…Proper and sweet, a dainty little thing…, a true trophy girl who’s fit to serve his boorish attitude…He just wants someone to ease that fire in his loins while he’s stuck here..He doesn’t want me…Don’t kid yourself Katrina you’re a wretch.</em><br><br>Her shrewish demeanor certainly seemed to come from her own insecurities. Brought on no doubt, as he had once observed, by her early thrust into motherhood. No female figures it seemed around to teach her to be proper…Though she had, for a short time, been enrolled in a finishing school for the teaching of young ladies. A thought which would know down cause Captain Fortesque in his men a good laugh when not in her presence. She had been enrolled for three weeks, but Billy had run off and tried to find her, and panicked she rushed home despite the threats of expulsion upon leaving those cast iron gates. That had been the last time she had worn a dress, and when she returned home with Billy in her arms, the beautiful scarlet and white uniform gown was caked in mud and in shreds. Her father was unable to get his money back, and Kitty swore to earn the money for him by training the best horses to sell…<br><br>She did, and had almost surpassed her father’s popularity in the business..<br><br>Her determination had shut herself off entirely from the world of fans and lace. No good farm boys or noble soldiers knocked at her door to ask for a walk around the village, but instead they came for bartering. Those whom had expressed interest in her, soon lost it, for she was as feral as a wild cat in their eyes. Beautiful, but deadly. Richard had seemingly removed her claws, at least for the moment, and had pinned her beneath him with the strength of the sort of man that only could control a girl like her.&nbsp; One needed to be more than physically capable of control over a woman such as she. While he certainly had the muscles, his will was arguably stronger than Katrina’s. He had made his way into her bed after all, in less than a day; and she was not putting up much of a fight.<br><br>She swallowed hard, keeping her lips still against his promises which in secret soothed her fears. Why his promises meant so much at that moment was questionable, but more than likely due to her inescapable fear which she dare not voice. Her body, long and lean, curled against him like vines of ivy wrapped about a statue. Grasping&nbsp; tightly, elegantly, and effortlessly against the carved perfection. Her body was soon matching the rhythm of his eager thrusts, her hips pushing back and forth in the opposite sporadic tempo he set forth. In the old days this would have been enough to bind her to him in marriage, but surely he claimed her now with that intent. His swollen manhood shaping her to exact form so that no man would ever feel as much pleasure with her as he did. With each lustful thrust, each slap of his hips and ache of her thighs she was declared his… <br><br>As she pushed from the warmth of his embrace, back into the cold air and against the pillows damp from the heat of their bodies, Kitty made one last attempt to turn to stone. Her supple breasts bouncing as her legs spread for him, her body yearning be used in that carnal fashion which he craved. In his eyes he hungered for her like a starved wolf, his panting and his arched back made every groan and feverish bucking inside of her dripping sex all the more potent; until finally a moan shattered the stone forming upon her body, and she writhed beneath him like a proper mate should. He had shifted inside to a spot which made her lose all control. Her lengthy fingers clawed at the sheets desperately, her eyelashes fluttered as she stretched and contorted her body in a most pleasing sequence of feline like poses beneath the weight of his body and the lance of his manhood. Her eyes set upon him as he spoke, twisting more subtly now as her hands moved to press against his chest.<br><br>The barrier up again, but her fingers were not so forced and stiff. Her lips quivered beneath his, and parted slightly as he spoke. For a while after his words had drifted into silence, all that came from Kitty was a paced, rhythmic breath. One which matched her heartbeat, and the eagerness of his ravishing. She stared at him, sitting up with her elbows to balance her, and drew her lips inward to moisten them. Slowly, those slender arms draped around his neck, and Kitty’s lithe&nbsp; figure was&nbsp; held against him tightly. Her head buried once again to the side of his neck as she held closer, and for a moment it seemed she kissed him there..though it could have been passed off for her lips moving to whisper,<br><br>“We will see…”<br><br>Words fueled it seemed not by spite, but of sorrow…Her lips trembled against his skin, her fingers curling to loosen his braid as her body seemed to tense all at once. Her body arched, crushing her breasts against his chest as she held tightly to him. Dripping sweetly, her nectar of delight soon slipped down the length of Richards manhood, coating his throbbing cock with her hidden pleasures. She shyly said not a word, her thighs aching beneath his powerful thrusts as she felt her juices flowing. Breathless, she held to him as if he would leave the very moment he peaked in his desires…<br><br><em>Don’t let me go…</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 09:08:54</strong>
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				Richard in truth offered none of the worries that Kitty devised for herself. He was unmarried, nor was he engaged or in any other way entangled with another woman. Thus Kitty’s glaring at his neck as she imagined him bedding her while being so beholden to another was no more than an act of her own paranoia. Naturally, he would be oblivious to her gaze as it was applied to his neck. Whatever her thoughts, his eyes gazed downwards at her and his attention was upon the act he was engaged in as opposed to any scrutiny of her expression. Were he aware of her concerns, he likely would have sought to make Kitty grasp that he found the women she was sure he wanted rather tiresome and boring.<br><br>The captain’s dark eyes lecherously strayed over her body. His dark eyes paused to peer into her eyes as fear and then excitement seemed to play across her own dark orbs. His lips pressed rather hungrily to her. He kissed her, crushing his mouth to her and lingering against the soft damp forms of her lips. As his hips rocked into her, and his muscular form slide against her soft, curvaceous form he felt her body beginning to respond to him - that sweet form rising to meet the press of his body down against her. Their bodies seemed to fit one against the other, that soft supple feminine form seeming to slide in and fit against him so very perfectly. The curvature of her form seeming to mold against him as their limbs tangled and their bodies joined at the waist. He felt her sex stretching as she took him inside. That taunt passage fit him like a glove, tight and snug with each entry within.<br><br>Richard felt her head pull back from him, their dark eyes meeting as she sought to deny him and the effect he was having upon her. However, that defiance seemed to give way as the seductive pleasure that their carnal act brought them was surely more than she could resist. Nor was he liable to allow her to dissuade him in such a fashion. For Richard needed her, now more than ever. His body rocked into her, smacking his hips against her. Each meeting of their hips lanced his cock deeply within her. He splayed her on that long thick member and as he claimed her so, he felt her beginning to respond in the manner he desired. As her body seemed to instinctively move to match him, the effect was electric. He reveled in the fact that that sweet body with its sumptuous curves dripping with sexuality became less restrained and suppressed.&nbsp; He felt her body rising and pressing against him, the lurid manner in which she bucked and squirmed against him while groaning filled him with delight. The undulation of her hips, and the sensual sounds that parted those sweet lips to tease his ears drove him mad with want when coupled with her writhing against him. <br><br>The sudden responsiveness of her body caused his own pace to increase. His hips met her own, moving with a constant rise and fall as he pressed into and upwards against her. He lanced that thick cock within her, feeling her stretching about him. His throbbing shaft was rammed fully within her as his hands clutched her hips, holding her tightly against him.&nbsp; His breathing quickened and she’d feel the warmth of his breath upon her lips. He urgently claimed her, each hard thrust rather demandingly filling that sweet passage. As she spasmed beneath him he’d feel her sex clenching oh so very tightly around his member. That milking squeeze and the rush of her warm honey over his penetrating pole were sufficient to elicit a deep groan from his lips.<br><br>He gazed down at her as his lips part as a rather guttural enunciation of pleasure escaped his lips. His dark eyes gazed down at her and he rather urgently pressed his lips against her own kissing her. His fingers pressed into her side, as he felt his semen erupt inside her. Thick streams of that sticky fluid jetted into her. That creamy white fluid shot forth from the eye of his cock in strand after strand as it rushed to wash over the walls of her sex. His essence poured into her and would slicken her folds and leave his scent clinging to her form. His forehead rested against her as his breath came heavily for a moment. His lips formed a rather broad smile as the remainder of his semen trickled into her. He kissed her once more, his lips gently pressing to her own. A hand rose as his fingers came to her cheek, straying across its soft form. His fingers teased over that soft skin before his digits curled in her hair. He toyed with those soft locks of dark hair as he regarded her. The weight of his form pressed down against her as he simply watched he for the moment in silence.<br><br>His eyes locked with hers as euphoria seemed to fade sufficiently that his lips managed to speak. He murmured rather softly “I love you.” With that having been said he kissed her against, tasting those sweet lips as his arms sought to slip about her waist. He’d roll over onto his back with his arms about her so he could hold her tightly up against his body. Thus he left the slight weight of her form against him as he leaned back upon the bed. As she curled against him, he seemed to read her mind for the last thing he was about to do was let her go. In fact were his arms to tighten further around her form it would become rather uncomfortable for her.<br><br>He leaned forwards to press his lips against her forehead. Having kissed her, he smiled faintly as he murmured “I don’t want to leave in the morning.” A slightly sheepish grin graced his lips as his arms loosened slightly so that his hand could trace over her back. His fingertips strayed over her lower back and upwards over her spine. “I want to stay right where I am, because it’s perfect.” He kissed her cheek as he murmured “Given a choice I don’t think I should stir myself from you bed Kitty for days let alone hours.” He grinned slightly mischievously as murmured “We could send for servants to fetch us water and wine, and something to eat for that matter.”<br><br>His fingers pressed to her side and tickled her lightly. A smile graced his lips as he murmured “Don’t worry kitten, it shall be easier upon you in the future. I am told it’s always somewhat hard at first for women, but in the future you shall have the pleasure without that initial pain.” He grinned to her as he added “And there shall be many, many, many more times kitten? How else are you going to give me a dozen children?” A soft laugh parted his lips as his mouth pressed against hers. “Which is why we have to get to work upon it so very swiftly, no time to waste.” He kissed her cheek as a hand rose to stroke along its form. “Perhaps next time you could be on your hands and knees Kitty.” He grinned winningly to her as he confessed “As much as I might think that you shall need to be stuck in a dress upon occasion, the manner in which those oh so tight pants you wear cling to your bottom simply fill my head with ideas.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 16:43:25</strong>
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				To state that Kitty was overwhelmed with paranoia was perhaps the understatement of the century. Amidst the vulnerability which lingered deep within the stony shell she built around herself, she had developed an acute tendency to over think situations. Being thrust in charge of two now adolescent boys, and at one point toddlers when their mother passed, Kitty’s motherly instincts developed early and now a scraped knee which jumped to thoughts of horrible infections turned to thoughts of being seduced by the Captain now and being left for some unnamed woman later. However, it could be argued, that all women thought with this paranoia and not just the ones who were given early responsibilities…<br><br>Pinned beneath his weight, Kitty felt her body aching in desire. A pleasure coursing through her veins which she would not admit to verbally, though her straining corn flower eyes gave her feelings away with that passion only a lover could express. Her lips twisted against his, trying to fight off all attachment to this man. How could he storm in and claim her as his own like this? His throbbing length lanced into her with all superiority of a husband, shaping her delicate and churning wet sex with his every thrust.&nbsp; Kitty had done nothing to stop him, and now lay moaning despite herself as he accomplished everything he had sought to do with her thus far. What had she done? Scratch, scream, cry? Nothing! With any other man, she had intimidated them and threatened to shove the barrel of her gun or the tips of her pitchfork in the most unpleasant places with great detail; and yet he had pulled her like a child over his lap upon her initial protest, and she had melted beneath that first strike laid against her backside. <br><br>The thoughts enraged her, but that blissful pleasure coursing through her veins now made her fury blurred..She sank into the pillows, her hips rising and falling with each carnal bucking of his hips, as if they were mating just as savagely as animals. Surely that wolven glimmer in his eye hinted at some idea of how the act was placed in his mind, though given Kitty’s over assuming quality she could be quite wrong in her thoughts. While this was by&nbsp; no means gentle love making from her perspective, it could have been in fact, the most intimate and gentle coupling the man had ever displayed.&nbsp; She labeled him savage in her heart, due to her own stubborn determination to make him the villain of what she viewed as her downfall.<br><br>The blissful spasm had left Richards kitten panting, almost dazed as she was unfamiliar with what had just happened. What she did realize, was it had felt better than anything she had ever experienced...and she wanted it again. An almost glaze of lust covered her eyes as she sat up on her elbows, watching with a broken virgins naivety as his thick length roughly claimed her dripping sex. Her sweet juices coating his manhood, allowing a slicker entrance into the depths of her. She could feel him pulsing,&nbsp; every inch of him pulsing and throbbing between the eager tight grip of her sex. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling her body closer to him. Both of their lean figures hot, sweating from the passion of the love which would only be admitted aloud by one…<br><br>But still felt strongly by the other..<br><br>Hot, sticky fluids spilled inside of her at a rapid pace which caught her off guard. Her forehead pressed against his now, she stared with wide eyes as he spilled his lust inside of her, sealing the contract made between their bodies that she was now his, and he in turn hers. She felt his seed dripping between her legs, sticking to her thighs even after he withdrew his spent lance from the swollen lips of her sex. She watched him, in the same panting silence which stalled their words in their throats, and quietly Kitty rested her head against his palm as he curled her dark locks. She seemed calm, sweetened for the moment as her lips slowly pursed to meet his kiss..<br><br>Perhaps the insatiable feeling of ones first intimate embrace left her slightly dumbfounded and affectionate, a lulling state of hypnosis which would surely wear out when Richard left her arms the next day.&nbsp; For now however, she was pulled like a dolly in his arms, and placed her head to rest upon his chest. Listening to the titillated pace of his heart in the same rhythm as her own, a light shade of blush rises to her face as he speaks of love again. She says nothing, but curls a bit tighter against him. Her dismay however, at his stalling, comes with a slight baring of her nails against his side in order to remind him of her father. Though his teasing and the twisting fervor of their love making she had not for one moment forgotten her father, and for Richards sake he best not have either or else that pretty kitten lulled at his side would soon vanish..<br><br>A blush softly settled upon her cheeks as he tilted her chin up to claim her lips once more. His doting speech filled her mind with all sorts of troubling thoughts…Twelve Children, this coupling more often, dresses? Surely he believed her wrapped around that finger which caressed her side! But Kitty, dear Katrina, was too exhausted to protest, and instead placed her head upon his shoulder&nbsp; without a word…but with a small smirk tugging upon her lips to show that her colonial fire hadn’t vanished just yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 10:21:11</strong>
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				Richard seemed to smile as he lay with Kitty. His seed had spilled within her and after his essence poured within he seemed to relax visibly. His smile might be more accurately described as a lazy grin of contentment, as there seemed little question that he was wholly pleased with how things had transpired. He kissed Kitty rather fondly, his lips pressing up against her own. His hand drifted over her cheek as he felt her soft lips against him as he brought his mouth to hers.<br><br>The Captain’s dark eyes gazed at her as he seemed to scrutinize her features, his eyes straying along the gentle lines of her face. He’d spied that lustful look as it was directed up at him earlier. The sound of her panting and her pleasure had filled his ears, and now both his eyes and ears told him that whatever protests she might at some point manage that he had seen and heard otherwise. He felt the slickness of her sex about him as he remained within her, her sweet honey and his semen drenched that tight passage and left it warm and rather damp. He gazed at where her head lay upon his chest and his lips pressed to her forehead. He felt her slender arms clinging to him and he smilec while looking at Kitty, for pleasure evidently allowed her to let down her guard slightly as she couldn’t seem to manage to orgasm and glare at him simultaneously. However, he was reasonably sure she had tried but simply been unable to manage the feat. That she desired him and had relished what had taken place seemed to give him some peace. For while he’d offer Kitty many sweet words and promises her response hadn’t been the most enthused that he could have imaged. He had at least gained some certainty that she was not devoid of affection for him.<br><br>He’d grinned as Kitty gazed at him with wide eyes and then quietly curled in against him. He held her form tightly against him. The strong form of his arms about her waist sought to offer her whatever reassurance that she needed. He had claimed her, he’d taken her virginity and now he held her tightly in his arms soothing her. His embrace sought to assure her that she was his and he had no intentions of letting her go or forgetting about her. His lips pressed to her cheek and then her lips as he saw her dark eyes looking over at him. He felt the scratch of her nails against him as evidently his dreams of staying abed with her were not to be until he’d been off to Charlestown to ascertain her father’s welfare and to do his duty. He smiled faintly, for his notion of laying abed with her had been a rather childish whim, a desire he knew full well that he could not indulge. However, he’d felt its lure merited mention simply because it reflected how much he desired her company.<br><br>Richard was indeed mischievous in having mentioned a dozen children, dresses and frequent sex. However, he seemed to stir no more of a rise from her than a smirk as she lay sleepily on his chest. His hand moved to drift his fingers through locks of hair. His calloused fingers would slip through those silken strands as a bemused smile resided upon his lips. He leaned towards her and kissed her forehead. Thereafter, seeing as she seemed upon the verge of sleep, he leaned his own head back upon the pillow. His eyes slowly drifted shut, and a soldier’s life had taught him to grab snatches of sleep when he could in far more unpleasant circumstances. Hence rather easily he found himself drifting into rest.<br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Morning arrived with beams of sunlight playing over the lines of his face. The shutters of the window allowed those warm rays to spill into the room, and the rather loud crow of a rooster caused him to stir. He shifted unhappily at being roused and blearily his eyes blinked open as his lips parted to murmur “wwhha?” A rather startled and unhappy reaction to having been roused from his most comfortable slumber. An accusatory gaze was directed at the window as he mumbled “Already?” He was well aware that he needed to go, however, his inclination to go was somewhat lacking at the moment.<br><br>His eyes fell upon Kitty’s sleeping form. He smiled faintly as with her eyes shut and her face relaxed with slumber she appeared angelic. His hand moved to let his fingers gently slide along her cheek and stroke against that soft skin. He kissed her lips lightly and then very slowly rolled her over onto the bed as he slipped out of it. He came to his feet, and stood there rather naked for a moment as he let a rather deep yawn part his lips. His arms raised out to both sides of him as he stretched and then his hands reached upwards towards the ceiling as he did so a bit further.<br><br>Richard plodded over to the washstand in the corner of the room where the pitcher of water and the basin rest. He raised the pitcher and poured a measure of it over his own head and he shivered as the water was rather cool. Thus rivulets of water slide down along his body, streaking through dark hair and over the broad form of chest and shoulders and down along the taunt form of his abdominals. The remainder of the water he poured into the basin and he splashed the water up upon his face and then with a cloth brushed the cool water over the rugged planes of his body. The cold water had a bracing effect as the bleary look in his eyes seemed to retreat for the most part.<br><br>He turned towards the mirror in the room and he rummaged about until he found a brush. Then rather vainly he seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time arranging his hair to his satisfaction. Although in truth it was likely no more than five minutes. After all if one meant to leave for battle, you should at least cut a striking figure while doing so. With his hair combed he retrieved underwear and socks and soon both they and pants had been pulled onto his form. His shirt soon followed as his belt was done up. That scarlet coat would finally be pulled upon him and then those long leather boots. Thus he only needed to retrieve his pack and weaponry to be ready to depart.&nbsp; He eyed himself in the mirror and he straightened as though to attention to allow his own inspection. The notion of inspecting himself amused him. However, he would straighten the alignment of his shirt and tug upon its cuffs before he was satisfied.<br><br>As he was clad once more, he turned to look at where Kitty was left laying asleep. He had little inclination to fight for some god forsaken backwater whose importance to the King he personally thought to be somewhat dubious. However, as he watched Kitty he saw something he thought very much worth protecting, defending and fighting over. He smiled as he loomed over her for a moment before turning towards the door of the room and heading out of it. His footsteps retreated down the hallway with a rather steady thump.<br><br>He disappeared into his own room and his weapons remained where he had left them. He picked up his saber and drew it forth. His finger drifted along the blade and it drew a fine measure of blood. He seemed content that no sharpening was needed, thus it was sheathed and belted to his waist once more. His pistols had been cleaned and polished during the time the day before that he hadn’t devoted to tormenting Kitty and as such they too were added to his person. His kit and saddled bags he retrieved, and thus armed and burdened with his transportable possessions he headed down the stairs to the kitchen. <br><br>As Richard made his way to the foot of the stairs, a number of bleary eyed men in uniforms as startlingly bright as his own paused to salute and greeted him with “Mornin’ Captain”. They received a gracious nod and a grunt, as he headed towards the dining room. Several of his officers, who evidently took morning far more graciously than he, sat awaiting him with a bemused look upon their features. William piped up to note “So I take it you slept well then?” The lieutenant chuckled as he noted “Most of us made due with a hard pallet and you had a soft body to lay your head on.” Richard made a rude gesture in his direction which only caused a laugh to spring forth from William’s lips. Thereafter, a rather large mug of tea was pushed towards Richard along with a bowl of sugar. “You know you are always a miserable prick until you get some tea into you in the morning.”<br><br>Richard silently offered his subordinate an imperious gaze, as he dumped a few spoonfuls of sugar into the mug of tea and stirred it about. Thereafter, the tea was gulped down rather rapidly, and his hand reached for the teapot as he refilled his mug. More sugar was added and soon the second cup was similarly drained. At which point Richard simply smiled as he remarked “You’re simply lucky that I’m in a good mood or I might think calling me a miserable prick was insubordination.” He laughed as he noted “Even if it is true..god I hate morning.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 21:52:50</strong>
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				Breathlessly she lay curled against the Captain’s side, her eyes slightly gazed in the bemusement of after-passion. A gloss which surely leaves a virgin’s eyes after her&nbsp; first coupling, but as it lingers it seems perhaps the most beautiful and angelic expression no matter how hellish the fire within her breast burns. To any fly on the wall or nosey soldier who peeked through the door, the Captain’s lazy grin and Kitty’s expression of seeming content would surely cause all bets to be cast in Richard’s favor…But the wildcat in his arms had only been temporarily stunned, and surely all signs of purring and playful kitten hood would vanish as soon as he left the property which he had strode onto as his own.<br><br>Her head rested upon his chest, listening to the fluttering beats of his heart. She could hear how his breath fought to regain a composed rhythm, though not as obvious as her short, brief inhales which gave away quite easily the effect he had upon her.&nbsp; He was right in his assumption, that she had tried to fight that euphoric pulse of passion within her veins with a harsh glare in his direction, and had ultimately failed. He had broken her walls quite literally, and also her walls of protection around herself with each&nbsp; lengthy and confident thrust of his lance between her legs. Now the proof of their passion laid wet and sticky between Kitty’s thighs, there was no use denying anything on her part…at least for now.<br><br>A twinge of pain ached in her heart upon remembering her father, and she cursed herself for allowing her thoughts to be swayed away from him. If such news had come to her ears only, she would have had Billy and Samuel go to their neighbors home, and she would have taken their swiftest horse and would have been back with their father by now! They were wasting time, laying here in this bliss which surely would vanish with the morning sun…Richard would be gone, perhaps for good…and with no signs of her father, Kitty felt a numbness envelop her..<br><br>She suddenly found herself in the middle of the back fields, near the stream which divided their land from the Leighton’s. She was freezing, dressed only in long johns and a pair of fur lined boots. Her hair was a mess, but it seemed much longer than usual…She had her bow in hand, the one she made herself and had taken down more beasts than the finest trappers in the colonies..but no arrows. She panicked, reaching back into her quiver to find not one arrow left…<em>What did I use them on? </em>&nbsp; The pace of her heartbeat increased as she stepped forward, crouching a little as she tried to see in the dark. Suddenly a wave of heat caressed her neck, making her entire body tremble..She heard growling, heathen laughter, and as she stood she found herself surrounded by Indians covered in wolf skins. They towered menacingly over her, circling her but they hunched as if their spine was curved. With a horrific sound of cracking bones they hurled over,&nbsp; the wolf skins covering them completely. As they lifted&nbsp; their heads, the eyes of the wolf head still attached began to glow and immediately they started running at her. Like a deer, Kitty sprinted off towards the stream. If anything the water would slow them down. She could feel teeth nipping at her heels, and at one point she had tossed her quiver at the closest nave’s head, slowing him down not one bit. With wide eyes, she tried to&nbsp; run faster, but the edge came quicker than she anticipated, and in a rush of freezing cold water she found herself in the stream…<br><br>Warmth, suddenly passed over her…In the darkness she looked down to see the water a much darker color than usual, then a soft press came to her side. Looking aside, she saw not one..but two heads! Shrieking she stood up, and as hard as she tried she could not scream. There was no need&nbsp; to turn the heads over, she knew quite well who they were..and as hot tears ran down her face and she struggled to scream, the wolven-clad Indians pounced upon her…..<br><br>….and she awoke.<br><br>Breathing heavily, Kitty sat upright in the bed. The sun blaring through the window onto her, illuminating her skin and the empty space beside her. His impression was still marked in the soft mattress, so he could not have been long gone..Her breathing softened a bit, but still tense she rose and began to dress in a much more hurried fashion than she would if she had awakened for her chores. A long, wine red shirt that could very well be passed as a short dress and a tight leather bound vest which accented all the proper curves of her upper body. A pair of tight khaki jodpurs which subconsciously she wore because Richard had voiced his liking of them, and black knee high boots…A simple outfit she wore normally, but instead of throwing her hair up in a ribbon as per usual, she took the time to brush her long tresses out. Biting her lip slightly she glanced at herself in the mirror, rubbing her face so that any lingering of tears upon her face would be gone. Her legs ached, worse than the ride to Charlestown and back…Slowly, she made her way sorely to her brothers’ room, to find they were already up and gone. Smirking slightly, she walked towards&nbsp; the stairs and no doubt as she headed towards the kitchen she could hear them chattering. They had awakened to the sound of Richard’s footsteps rather than the sound of the rooster. In a sporadic and rushed haste they had dressed and ran downstairs, Samuel’s shirt inside out, Billy’s vest not buttoned correctly and neither of them had brushed their hair but simply had run their fingers through. <br><br>Thinking themselves one of Richard’s soldiers now they both walked up to the table, Samuel a bit more shy than his older brother, and sat down at the seat closest to Richard. Beaming, both boys started firing away with their questions of how he would go to Charlestown, what he would do to the Indians and all other sorts of inquiries a young boys mind might come up with, all without any concern it seemed for their father.<br><br>Kitty, who had managed to walk in most quietly thanks to the lighter steps she was taking with her sore legs, placed her hands over her brother’s mouths and smirked lightly. “Ask your questions later..it’s far too early…” She said, almost in a lulled purr, as she glanced to Richard. A softness lingered there, but instantly hardened as she glanced over his men. A smirk curled at her lips as she walked into the kitchen to start preparing no doubt the largest breakfast she had ever served..A pity horses did not lay eggs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rules of War (Methos and China Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Methos</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 05:44:56</strong>
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				Richard gazed down at the amber hued cup of tea in front of him. His dark eyes stared into the sugar saturated drink as he seemed to search for answers within it. A faint smile graced the captain’s lips as he recalled how sweet Kitty had looked while she’d lay nestled against him. This happened to be a line of thought that pleasantly interrupted his planning of his expedition. That angelic look of contentment that had crossed Kitty's features seemed seared in his mind as something he absolutely needed to see again. If nothing else the memory of that particular look was one part of her that he’d carry with him as he left. However, Richard’s reflection upon her expression would soon be interrupted by the raising of his cup to his lips and sipping the tea within.<br><br>Richard was dimly aware of the chatter that emanated from young William and Samuel. His eyes turned to the two boys as they both seemed to ask a dozen questions which gave him little chance to get a word in edgewise. ‘How long would it take them to get to Charlestown?’ ‘How many savages was he going to kill personally?’ ‘Would he bring them a tomahawk?’ ‘Did he think it would take very long to find their father, beat the savages and then come back?’ He smiled faintly as he appreciated the childish enthusiasm that was rampant in both of them. Although the boy’s immediate answer consisted of little more than a yawn parting Richard’s lips and then a gulp of tea.<br><br>Richard soon became aware of Kitty’s presence in the room. His eyes caught upon her form, and he seemed riveted as he looked at her. An easy smile graced his lips as he gazed upon the dark haired beauty and his eyes roamed over her body. Those dark orbs seemed to linger over every curve that he was now all too intimately familiar with. His eyes stroked over her to such an extent that his gaze seemed to convey just how tempted he was to carry her back upstairs that very moment. He heard her murmuring to Samuel and Billy that it was too early for questions and he nodded to her in a grateful manner as his mind really wasn’t on their childish interrogation. His deep baritone voice sounded forth as he remarked “Good morning Kitty, you look lovely in that wine colour.”<br><br>Extensive conversation didn’t really transpire immediately as Kitty soon disappeared into the kitchen.&nbsp; The Captain’s eyes followed her till she disappeared through the doorway. Her tight riding britches seemed to have a rather hypnotic effect upon his eyes, as he couldn't prey them from her. As the door closed Richard finished his glass of tea. The slow seep of caffeine into him seemed to rouse him, although he filled his cup yet again in a similar fashion to what came before. After another gulp of tea he turned towards Samuel and Billy and rather indulgently noted “I’ll kill as many of them as need be, and I can’t say how long it will take us to locate the savages but we shall do so in as timely manner as possible.” He offered them a bemused look “As for returning with a tomahawk for the two of you, if there is one laying around and we have time to pick it up and bring it back I shall endeavor to do so. However, I’m not going to make any promises.”<br><br>Richard turned towards his officers and singled out William in particular. A smirk graced his lips as he indicated “William, you’ll be left in command here with twenty five soldiers to hold down this position. I decided to leave you in change since you’ve already ‘bonded’ with out hosts.” It would be rather clear that the lieutenant was being punished for having been a bad influence upon the two boys. He looked to his other two lieutenants who were snickering as William scowled at being left behind. Richard elaborated slightly on his plans as he noted “If we form up for battle against the savages I want you to take the right wing Basil, and you the left Robert. I’ll command the centre. If we meet them on open ground then fire a volley and pursue. Otherwise we’ll fire and wheel to regroup on open ground, I don’t want our forces to be penned in at any point. Our mobility is our strategic advantage. We’re not going to be caught off guard. I expect extensive reconnaissance in all directions. We’ll detail the men as soon as we leave. We will not be caught off guard, nor will we leave these actions unpunished.” <br><br>He paused from dispensing orders to take another swallow of tea. He gulped down the sugary beverage before continuing “We’ll head out on the main road and find the location of the attack. From there we’ll attempt to see if there are any discernable trail left by the savage that would reveal their location. We’ll also attempt to see if the locals there can offer any further intelligence to us before we make our next move. We shall be moving quickly to get there in a timely manner, but I don’t want to push the horses overly on the way there. I want to be able to actively pursue if we can determine where we should be headed.”<br><br>Evidently while he’d rather gloomily stared into his tea cup, he’d been ruminating upon his plan as to how he’d pursue this new mission. They had been expecting to patrol so in a sense not a great deal had changed. However, now they knew they were dealing with actively hostile forces within a defined area. There were possible prisoners to try to rescue and punitive action was definitely needed. Richard smiled as he privately noted that a routine mission that was likely to come to nothing had suddenly become a lot more interesting and a chance to display his competence and earn himself a promotion.<br><br>His officers had all nodded their assent to his plans, and chimed in favourable comments as what he’d said had been rather sensible. There was to be not charging off after glory on his watch, just methodical soldiering where they would wipe out their enemies one bit at a time. With that matter settled, his attention could turn to the clamor he heard from within the kitchen. His nostrils flared slightly as he could smell eggs cooking along with bacon. The scent of the bacon was rather pungent and distinct and lingered upon the air, which naturally caused his stomach to growl as a result.&nbsp; He rather thought he detected the smell of fresh bread as well.<br><br>Tea was an early morning ritual but it wasn’t entirely satisfying to his stomach. At the moment, he was hungry after all his supper had ended rather abruptly last night – and he’d gone on to work up quite an appetite in any case. Hence his dark eyes were looking at the kitchen door as he savored the smells that escaped it. His voice called out towards the kitchen “Kitty is breakfast almost ready?” Although he did manage to hide the impatience that he felt – he was hungry and rather needed to get into the saddle and moving. Daylight was wasting, however, much he wanted to languish here indefinitely.<br>
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