(There is a sex scene)
19th Century
"Here you go." William says, handing Almyra another drink and sitting down across from her.
"To Kian!" She exclaims, holding her drink up to clink against Williams' glass, whiskey sloshing over the rim and landing in his lap.
"Shit, sorryyy." She slurs as she looks at the wet spot on his pants.
"It's all good, a little alcohol never hurt anyone." He chuckled after he chugged his drink, setting the glass on the table. He stands up, looking at his pants before looking up at her and they both burst out laughing.
"Well do you need another pair of pants? I'm sure we could find you something in one of these tents here." She giggles before finishing her drink and placing the glass onto the table as he watches her, smiling.
He looks down and begins to unbutton his pants. Surprised, Almyra swiftly turns her head around facing the wall.
"Whoa now! I'm drunk, but I'm not that drunk."
"I don't see the problem here. We're the only two people left in this camp and your main concern is seeing me in my underwear?" He scoffed as he threw his pants on the ground. Almyra turned around to face him, trying her hardest not to look down.
"Shut up. If you don't bring me another drink, we're going to have a real problem here." She says, glaring at him. He chuckled, shaking his head as he turned around to fix her another drink.
"So do you have any plans on what you're going to do when we get back home?" William asked, looking at her curiously as he handed her the glass.
She sighed, relaxing onto the bed, "Honestly… a lot of apologizing." She said, looking at the glass in her hand, zoning out.
William places his hand on her shoulder, breaking her away from her thoughts. She looked up at him as he smiled down at her sympathetically.
"It'll be alright. I'll be with you, if you'd like me to." He says.
She smiles up at him and scoots over on the bed, giving him enough room to sit down beside her. As soon as he sits down, she pulls him into a big hug as he kisses the top of her head while they hold each other in silence.
"How did you survive? I thought I was the only one to make it, until I heard you." She muttered, interrupting the silence, pulling away to look at him.
"Honestly, I don't know. I thought I was dead for sure, but somehow I escaped." He said, shrugging. She leaned back into him, drinking the rest of the whiskey in her glass and setting it on the table.
"Are you drunk?" Almyra says abruptly, changing the subject.
"Mhmmm. Are you?" He asked, chuckling as he nudged her.
"I believe so." She giggles, resting her head on his shoulder.
They sit together for a moment, enjoying each other's company before she moves down on the bed, resting her head on his lap. He laid one of his hands on her side as he held his drink in the other.
"I wish everything had gone differently." She sighed as William finished his drink, sitting the empty glass down on the table.
"How come?" He asked, running his fingers through her hair.
"Everyone's dead." She said, staring blankly at the glass.
"This is a war, Almyra. People die everyday. Would you have rather died instead?"
"I don't know… I'm drunk. I don't want to talk about this anymore." She says, lifting herself off of him and laying her head on the opposite end of the bed.
William sighed as he rested his head into his hands, hearing soft snores beginning to fill the tent, he looks over at her, goosebumps rising on her skin.
Slowly getting up, he grabs a blanket and gently drapes it over her.
As he leaned over her, he softly kissed the side of her head. He starts to leave a trail of tender kisses all over her face as she slowly stirs awake.
"Stop, Kian… we can't do this here." She says groggily, trying to push him away.
William smirks, softly working his way down from her face to her neck where he starts to gently suck. She moans lightly as she gives in, leaning her head back to give him better access.
William grabs her shoulder and pushes her onto her back. His hands easing her legs open as he gets on top of her, leaning down to kiss her. As soon as their lips meet, Almyra's eyes dart open and she pushes William away.
"We can't do this." She says, trying to get out from underneath him.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" William asked as he sat up, allowing her to lean up on her elbows.
"No, I just.. I thought you were someone else." She said quietly.
"Oh. It's… it's fine. I'm sorry, I must've misread the situation." He dejected as he looked away, getting up from the bed and walking towards the door.
Almyra gets up and quickly makes her way to him, grabbing his hand and pulling on it. He turns around to look at her and she grabs his face and pulls him down into a kiss.
He wraps his arm around her waist while the other continues to caress her neck. She moans softly into his mouth as he backs her up slowly until the back of her knees meet the edge of the bed. He turns them around and sits down, pulling her down on top with her legs on either side of him.
He deeply kisses her as his hands move from her waist, down to her ass, squeezing it. He leaves a trail of love bites all the way down to her collarbone as she moans, grinding herself against him.
"Fuck." Almyra hisses and starts to breathe heavily, causing William to look up at her, smirking.
She grabs the back of his neck and pulls him to meet her lips with his. He slowly starts to grind his hips into her, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her down against him. She moves her hands down to grip his sides before he pulls away to take both of their shirts off and throws them on the floor.
"Shit." He muttered, surprised to see nothing, but skin underneath. He roughly pulls her back into a deep kiss, flipping them so she's beneath him on the bed.
He leaves sloppy kisses as he works his way down to her breasts, flicking his tongue over one of her nipples and taking it into his mouth, sucking gently, making her lean her head back and grips his hair, moaning with pleasure. He pulls back, staring at her and smirks as he looks down, tugging at her pants.
"Lift your hips." He demands, leaning back to give her more room. She lifts her hips as he pulls her pants off and throws them on the ground beside the bed.
"Do you not wear undergarments?" William asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Who else here would care?" She smirks, pulling him back to her. She looks at him as he gently traces her jawline, fingers slowly trailing the vein down her neck, stopping at her collarbone.
He glances down, looking at what's willingly underneath him and grabs her jaw, smirking before he pulls her into a kiss. His hand roughly slides down her body to tease her with two fingers.
Sucking on her neck, he grabbed himself and started to rub it against her wet entrance. As he pushed the tip into her, they both groaned in pleasure. He pulled out before thrusting completely into her, groaning into her neck.
She whimpered at the pain and pleasure mixed together, causing him to start pounding into her as she moaned, her nails digging into his back while her legs wrapped around his waist.
He pulls out of her and flips her around to her stomach, pulling her ass up against him. She buries her head into the pillow as he thrusts into her relentlessly, her hands grip the blanket as her moans grow louder.
"Oh fuck, don't stop." Almyra whimpered, slowly being pushed into the bed. He grabbed her sides, pulling her up against him as he pumped even harder into her a few more times before finishing inside of her.
William pulls out of her as he gets off the bed as Almyra relaxes into it, too drunk and tired to even care about not finishing as she finally drifts off to sleep.
He pulls the blanket over her once more before grabbing his underwear and putting them back on and looks at her for a few moments before he smirks, walking out of the tent. He does a few side stretches as he looks around, then walks down to the middle of the camp where the massive pile of bodies lay.
"Well, well, well. Would you look at that?" William smirked, stepping in front of a dried up stream of blood, looking up at the top of the pile.
"I told you, Kian! I told you I would fuck her. Wasn't the first time, nor will it be the last." William chuckled.
"I hope you're rolling over in your grave right now. Oh, wait! You aren't even in one." William cackled, shaking his head as he started to walk around the pile, looking at Kian.
"I wish you were still alive when this all happened, so I could see your face. That's usually my favorite part. I really should've planned this out better, but oh well," he shrugged, "There's always next time." He contemplates as he continues to walk around.
"Well, now it's time for me to figure out how I'm going to kill her since I have no use for her anymore." William sighs, shaking his head.
A rustle in the bushes behind him catches his attention as he whips around quickly, only to find nothing there. He shrugs it off as he starts walking back to the tent.