the difference

Chapter Two

The Colonel was at his desk for around an hour, debating whether or not to send a quarter of his three hundred dragoons to aid the assault of North Carolina, that would be seventy-five of his dragoons, leaving him with only two hundred and twenty-five. But if this assault went well, king's mountain would be theirs and the invasion of the north would be easier.

"Sir, that woman has woken up" a young cornet spoke, snapping William out of his thoughts "The physician told me to tell you"

William looked up from his desk and nodded "I'll be there soon" he mumbled and placed his quill back in his inkwell "You're dismissed for the evening, get something to eat and an early night son" The poor lad looked around seventeen, he shouldn't be facing the horrors of war at that age. Well, William did join at Eighteen just because his brother paid his commission .

"Thank you Sir" The young cornet beamed and quickly made his way from the tent.

The Colonel stood up and pulled on his jacket before exiting his tent, what would he do? question her? comfort her? all those thoughts ran through his mind, confusing him in more than one way. On his way to the tent, it started spitting, Christ this was like England! Once he was there, he made his way over to the woman's bedside and saw that she was indeed awake. Her deep gold hair covered half of her face making her look fresh from a good night sleep.

"Are you the man that saved me?" She innocently asked and looked up at him with her angelic, moss green eyes. All William could do was nod and look into her eyes "thank you, I don't want to think about what that man almost did..."

William cleared his throat and knelt down "don't think of that, how's your head?"

"it doesn't hurt that much anymore" She smiled weakly and closed her eyes for a moment. William looked over her and noticed a small cut on her chin, however it was now a scar. Poor girl, she must have been petrified earlier this evening.

"I never did catch your name miss, you were- er -incapacitated"

Her eyes opened but her smile remained on his lips "oh, I'm Evelyn but everyone calls me Evan for some reason"

"I'm Colonel William Tavington, the commander of the seventh dragoons, at your service" He dipped his head and stood up once again "Anyway, you need rest, my tent is just across from this one if you need me" William smiled and picked up and extra blanket from an unused bed "these blankets are about as useful as a wooden horse, you'll need an extra one" Then he covered her in it and took a step back, watching as her smile re-appeared on her lips "goodnight miss" he bowed his head again before turning on his heel.

"I meant what I said...thank you, you're the kindest man I know" Evelyn mumbled causing William to look over his shoulder "you saved me from that man..."

"you're very welcome" William's lip twitched into a smile for a moment "now get some rest...I'll see you in the morning" he muttered and made his way out of the medical tent. Once he was back on his side of the camp, he entered his quarters and slumped down on his bed. Christ, his blankets still smelt like that prostitutes perfume...

However, he only had Evelyn on his mind, the way her mossy eyes seemed to brighten when he covered her in the blanket and the way she was truly thankful for him saving her. William sighed and took his uniform and delved beneath his blankets. But then he imagined Evelyn beneath him, muttering- rather moaning -his name while he thrust into her. William closed and ran his hand down to his thigh, jumping slightly when he made contact with the base of his cock "Ah...Christ..." he half-whispered to himself, why had that thought made him so ready? He wrapped his fingers around manhood and started to pump himself slowly. William imagined her being in bed with him, her taking over this task. He licked his lips before biting them harshly in an attempt to conceal a low grunt as he started to move his hand a little quicker. Why he was doing this, he hadn't a clue, how does a woman he met an hour and a half ago have this effect on him?! "fuck..." he squeezed his eyes shut, carelessly cumming over his hand as he attempted to conceal his deep panting.

After William caught his breath, he picked up his canteen and poured some water over his soiled hand before settling back in bed. Why had he done that...