After The Dinner Party

Just a Normal Conversation

The war at Fort Wagner was awful, so I heard from people chit chatting. Only a few soilders somehow made it out alive. From what I've heard, everyone was sure that they were all dead, until that one morning, some of them began to wake up.
Yes I knew one of them, and I was relieved to hear that he survived. I would've regretted not talking to him more, I guess I'm the "shy type?"
And trust me I hate being the shy type, if he had died, I would've really regretted not telling him how I feel. I guess I thought it seemed stupid considering we've only talked a few times at parties but it was enough for me to have feelings for him.

(Don't mind the cringey smut guys-this was my FIRST time ever writing smut, I'm much better now, the scenes get better as the story goes on)

It was a really normal day so far, i didn't know when they'd be getting back, I remember Roberts 1st "home from war party."
So many soldiers made it back. It's horrible to think that there won't be a party this time because only a few made it out alive.
I'm just glad that he's okay.

I was sitting in Robert (Colonel Shaw's) bedroom, it was a warm setting, with warm lighting. He had told me there was something "very serious" he needed to talk about. I sat on the bed and waited for a bit, then suddenly I heard footsteps, and then the door opened. I sat up straighter,

"sorry I took awhile, they wouldn't leave me alone."

"Oh it's alright, I don't have any plans today anyways."

"That's good, cause this might take a little longer than most...conversations." He smiled.

I was honestly so confused, wasn't he busy today? And if there was something wrong, why would I be in his bedroom? I secretly wished it would be more than a conversation, and I was happy to realise that he intended everything but a conversation....

"So uh, how was your day?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck, as he stood in-front of me, looking down at me.

"It's been good." I said.

The urge too say "But I think its gonna get a whole lot better" was so strong. But that would be so embarrassing, especially if he didn't intend what I think he  was intending.

"You should keep your hair down more often." He said.

"What?" I asked, distracted from fantasising about what might happen.

"Your hair, I said it looks pretty when it's down."

While still looking down at me he smiled. "you can sit down." I said.

"Or, I could just-" He leaned over me, as I laid down on the bed. And he started kissing me, then, moved down to my neck.

"Robert-aren't you busy today?" I asked, catching my breath.

"No? I kinda am now though."

He continued.

I realised that this was finally happening, and I had no idea that when I was asked to meet him here, this would happen.

He began making his way down my neck. "Surprised I'm guessing." He said, I ran my hands through his hair, "definitely"

He began to inch my top down,  and make his way further down my chest, I can't even explain the feeling. Small blemishes, almost like miniature hickeys were on the right side of my neck, and begining to appear at the top of my breasts. I started heavy breathing, as he gently slid his hand onto my inner thigh, making his way further to the middle. I re positioned myself on the bed, my head on the pillow. He took his boots off and fully got on-top of me. He contained kissing me all over my neck and chest while his hand did it's own thing. I couldn't start moaning yet, though the urge too was hard to hold back. If I take his as slow as possible I'll enjoy it more. He went to take his top off, when I interrupted, "The uniform- keep it on."

"What? Why? y/n I'm not sure keeping it on will work for this.."

"no, I mean, at least keep the top on, It's sorta hot ya know?..."

he looked down at the uniform. "Alright."

he unzipped his pants, as he took my bottoms off. He began kissing again and returned to my lips. My clothes fully off, and his partially off.

He stopped for a second, and looked at me.

"Im sorry this is all so sudden, I don't have to continue if you don't-"

I immediately interrupted.

"Continue."

He smiled, as he began to rub his hand down my lower stomach, my skin began to heat up. He paused again.

"You're absolutely sure? I don't want to force anything on you."

"uhm, no, please do. Right now."

He lowered his hand down by my entrance, he began to breathe heavier and heavier as he finally began the real deal stuff. While he was still on-top of me, he began moving his hips back and forth, back and forth, a little faster every few times. I began to arch my back, as he held my hips in place to keep me from squirming around to much. We were both under the sheets, however either way, if someone walked in, I don't even know what would happen. How was this even happening? I was probably having dream. A very vivid dream. If this was in fact not a dream, then I absolutely have no problems with this situation what's so ever. I've had a "thing" for him since the first night I snuck out to a dinner party.

He began to pick up his pace, but every time I began to moan a bit louder, he slowed down.

"You're okay right?" He asked, with his elbows at either side of my shoulders, positioning his face right up to mine, we held eye contact for a few seconds.

"You don't have to keep slowing down-" My words were interrupted by his sudden increase in pace speed.

Yeah there was no way I could stay quiet now, and yeah, I seemed to just get louder and louder. He seemed more happy once I began to moan, like he knew he was doing a good job, which he was, he most definitely was...

I reached up and un-buttoned his top. "You changed your mind?"

I smiled and took it off him, he hunched over me. The candles were getting low and the fire began to burn out, literally such romantic lighting. I ran my hands up and down his shoulders while his pace got slower and slower, he looked me in the eye for a second.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked. "Edging, basically, we should try something else."

I decided to get on top myself, though I rather have him take control over me than the other way around, but if that's what he wants then I don't have much of a choice now, do I?

I got ontop, he was laying flat on the bed. I adjusted myself, as he placed his hands on my hips. I slid my hand up and down his chest, down to his abs, and back up. I then placed my hands on top of his, which were guiding my hips along. Then he finally started heavy breathing louder and louder, which eventually led to drawn-out grunts.

I slowly moved my hips back and forth a few times, and finally he let out a moan.

At that point, I was a hot, sweaty, shaking mess. Hearing hm whimper was almost the same amount of pleasure as the sex itself. He started to get louder and more continuous, then suddenly, he pulled out, followed by a cross between a sigh and a groan.

He laid down next  to me on the bed, I pulled the blanket over my breasts.

"I have to be at a dinner party in 2 hours y/n"

"two hours? That's awful soon."

"Not really, It might be enough time for a round two-"

"You're not tired?" I asked, placing my hand on his chest to almost push him away while he laid on his side towards me.

"After the party?" He asked.