Bound

Chapter 6

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"There are no pacts between lions and men."

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The next few days are spent not too dissimilar to their first night together. Achilles awakens, his arms wrapped around Anastasia as he holds onto her naked body from behind as she sleeps peacefully in his bed. He kisses her forehead, slips out of bed and goes to war. By the time he returns to his tent that evening, she is up and dressed and the image of her fills him with a sense of serenity and peace. This is what each day has consisted of.

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After a long night of making love, Anastasia and Achilles lay tangled in each others arms, she rests against his chest, her naked body pressed to his as she props her chin against his chest to look up at him. His large hand caresses her hair, pushing it out of her face as he stares up at her, he is utterly enamoured. He cups her jaw and brushes his thumb along her bottom lip, gently touching the small cut there which has begun to heal. She gives him a small smile, she can feel his calloused fingers trailing up and down the skin of her soft back, gazing down at him with gentle eyes before she presses a soft kiss to his chest and pushes herself upright. Achilles smirks and sits up too, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and pulling her back to his chest, eliciting a small giggle from her lips.

"No you don't." He whispers into her ear as he kisses her cheek and jaw, bringing one hand round to gently cup around her throat as he uses his thumb to push her face towards his. She's smiling at him as he presses his lips against hers, lightly applying a little more pressure to his grip on her throat. He turns her around and pulls her onto his lap, not breaking the kiss as he helps her to sit upon his lap, straddling him. Anastasia cups his face and continues to kiss him passionately as she straddles his naked body with her own, its clear that he's going to allow her to do anything she wants to do, he's completely under her spell, he wants nothing more than to be kissed by her. His hands gently run down her back once more and he cups her backside as she leans in to kiss him. After a few moments, she smiles and breaks away.

"It's my turn to ask you questions now." She whispers as she rests her forehead against his.

He is still lost in the kiss as she speaks to him, but he takes a deep breath as he breaks the kiss and meets her eyes. "What is it?"

"What age are you?" She whispers, she being playful by asking him the same questions he interrogated her with days before.

When she asks him his age, he can't help but chuckle softly at the question, it's cute that she is playing his own games on him.

"I am 28."

"Why do you fight for Agamemnon when you hate him so much?" She asks softly as she plays with the hair at the nape of his neck.

This time when she asks him a question he doesn't chuckle, he actually pauses for a moment before answering her, her question has struck a chord and it's not one that he likes to talk about. He speaks to her in a slightly less gentle tone. "Because I have no choice, I've chosen my side and I can't change it now."

"I heard him say it is because you want your name to be remembered through the ages, is that it? Is that why you're fighting his battles here in Troy?" She asks softly.

He thinks for a moment and then he realizes he has nothing to gain by sugarcoating his answer. "It's one of the reasons, yes." he says bluntly.