Gunboat Sailors

Elizabeth Buckingham O'Malley

Elizabeth did what Lindsey asked. She would have done anything for her big sister. Even so, Beth was hard pressed to keep her distaste from showing when Lindsey asked her to work with the foreigners. Still, the thought that her sister needed her warmed her heart.

She took off her hat and gloves, and removed her coat. Rolling up the sleeves of her crisp white shirt, she broke into as bright a smile as she could muster.

Just think of it as another adventure.

"All right then, Linny. I'll do whatever I can."

Cleaning and bandaging wounds, fetching water, finding places for families to sleep - Elizabeth barely had time to notice what she did much less turn her nose up at it.

The whirlwind of activity went on for hours. Elizabeth couldn't help but open her heart. Never in her life had she seen such sorrow or such courage. Children amazed her with their bravery. In a quiet moment, she grabbed her sketchbook and brought a smile to the face of a small boy by drawing cartoons of monkeys.

The fighting didn't frighten Elizabeth. She had a strong belief that when her time was up, it was up. No sense worrying about the inevitable. She was terrified that something could happen to Lindsey. Her eyes scanned the chaotic room and she met Lindsey's gaze. They shared a moment of silent communication as only sisters can do.

Before Elizabeth could go to her sister, soldiers started to come in. As was always the case with men, she cast an appraising eye over the lot.

hmm...

"I must say it is quite wonderful to see you, gentlemen."
 
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Henderson saluted me mockingly.

"Yes sahr... I shall run as fast as I can back towards Australia. Who would you like me to bring? the rest of the Armed Forces? Perhaps a certain Major I know?"

"No offense, of course. But seriously how long do we stay here, sir? The dockside people will be waiting for me back in the US, and I would hate to disappoint them." He grinned, his eyes twinkling

Damn I had seen something there when we where under fire but now the same cocky shirker. God I wanted to drive my fist through his face as my hands clinched.

"Henderson your a cocky, ill mannered bastard, without a speck of military bearing, or respect. I do not give a damn if you like me or not. We are here to do a job. Now you can address me as "Chief" or "Chief Jones", but I am no "Damn officer" and if you call me sir one more time you'll be in front of the "Skipper". This time it will not be off to the States for a tour in the Marines, but Portsmouth Naval Prison for 6 to 12 years hard labor. Do I make myself clear, PFC Henderson, Simon 15682 USMC?"

I let my words sink in, as I hold his attention, my eyes, locked to his, unblinking, and deadly serious.

"Henderson I wanted you as my runner because I thought I saw something worth while in you back there, when we were under fire. A steadiness of a real Marine. Not some trumped up prankster."

"Now do you want the damn assignment or not?"
 
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Lindsey...

Hearing my name being called by a familiar voice I look up just in time to see the Doctor running towards the rapidly closing gates.

I am to far away to hear his words beyond my name. I see one of the sailors lift his rifle and bring it to aim towards the good Doctor. Sweet Jesus

“NO!!!!"

As I start to move I see another one hit the first ones arm making the shot fire wide missing him. I had known Doctor Wang for a while. He was a Godsend to us. If it were not for him so may would have died as much from poverty as anything else. The locals could not have afforded the quality of care this man gave. It always amazed me that one of his talents chose to work for basically nothing in this remote corner of the universe. He was always there. Talking and listening. I had never met anyone, even the good father, that could listen the way he could. When I spoke to him, I always felt as if there was nothing more important to him than my next words. The thing is I think he had the ability to make everyone feel that way.

Seeing him pointing towards me, I try to join them but am stopped.

"Ma'am, you need to stay here. If the Commander wants you, I will escort you to him. It's just to dangerous for you to go walking out there right now. Let them work it out...."

Seeing the three men in serious conversation, I look around. That had been to close of a call...

Closing my eyes...
"Dear God, Please watch over these men. Amen."
 
A howitzer shell burst within 400meters of the gate and six men are lost in its' orange white flash. One Boone docked is all that is left of PFC McCarty.

The men scramble to take cover and fire positions as the barrage from the one remain Chinese battery opens up.


"Marx make to the "Foi"..... "Under enemy fire, request counter battery fire."......"Gun position 800 meters due east of mission."

The sharp report of the "Foi's" main battery could be heard as the shells screamed overhead. They where walking on to the target when a short round fell near to the mission and three kids where killed.

"Henderson tell, SSgt Walters to hold the north wall Boxer's are moving in."

“SSgt Cummings split your force and cover the south and west walls. I'll hold the gate."

The engagement lasted 2 hours. Night was falling as the litter cases where brought in to the surgery... "Doc had been at it all day. It was close to mid night before he was done.

Pfc Henderson had caught one in the thigh more painful then anything else.


"Well Simon I see you will do anything to get out of work.' "You did a great job kid now rest."

I made my way out into the night. I stopped for a smoke and there she was “Pax."
 
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Pax

There was fighting again....and Eddy was once again...part
of it. I had tried to keep busy, and not worry, but always
he was in my mind. My love...who did not know that I loved him.
How could he? How could I ever tell him? He, who so deserves
much more than I. A woman of no-world. His people could
never accept me...and I was too terrified of losing his friendship
to ask if... he could. But...I could worry...and I did.
We had not yet had a chance to speak....but I had thought for
just a moment there...that he would. I have missed him so.
He is the only person who could ever make me laugh. My world
here at the Mission held no room for laughter. We worked, we
prayed and we cared for those entrusted to us. But laughter,
that free falling joy was something only Eddy had ever given
me. I loved to hear his tales, watch his smiling face. Loved the
way he talked to me. As if I were.....important...and his
equal. I could not imagine a world....without him in it. When he
was away...I could imagine him...safe..but here...where I could
hear the guns fire...and see the wounded being carried in to
the Surgery and Father Bernard saying prayers...His safety
was foremost in my mind...and in my eyes.
As I rolled bandages, made the potions..carried the blood
soaked rags away...I searched every face, to make sure he was
not one of the wounded.......or the dead. Finally....I could not
stand it anymore. I went to my garden and sat and watched the
fish in the pond. It seemed a long time and my heart was heavy.

I heard someone come out into the garden and...light a match.
Standing, I looked towards the wall where he leaned....Ed Jones.
My Eddy, though I could not call him that..he was mine. And
he was safe!! I smiled (Thank You God!) and stood waiting
for him to see me. His eyes meant mine and the cigarette he held
stopped as he stared at me. I was biting my lip and did not
realize that my hands were clasped tightly together. I bowed
to him and searching his face, I spoke, "I am very happy to see
you Eddy. I am happy that you are ...well." I wondered, could
he see the joy in my eyes? The yearning? Would he be embarrassed or ashamed if he knew the truth? My throat seemed
clogged with tears...I did not yet know if they were for my
all encompassing love for him, my joy at his safety? Or if I hurt
because...Here was the man I loved...and The man I could not
have? Or a strange combination of both....
 
The garden a place of peace in this world turned upside-down. I had struck the match. The bright ruby coal of my tailor made was just going when I saw her.

"I am very happy to see you Eddy. I am happy that you are ...well." I could see the joy in her eyes, a yearning.

I was frozen in time but not so the burning match.


"Damn" ......."Sorry Pax but I guess I should not play with fire to night."

Would she be embarrassed or ashamed if she knew the truth? Would she run from this "Gunboat” devil?

I start to make an excuse of why I must go and leave her.

"Damn not this time"

I sweep Pax Teng Enlan into my arms holding her close to my chest I kiss her with all the love I feel for hers. That kiss told her all that my poor words never could do.


"Pax I love You",,,,,"Have always I think."......."Well a least from the first moment I saw you."

I was stammering so afarid so would run.
 
Elizabeth Buckingham O'Malley

"I must say it is quite wonderful to see you, gentlemen."

And just like that, the world shifted for Elizabeth, changing into a place she had never seen before. The first few soldiers who entered the mission had come in only to throw open the doors as the wounded were brought in. Her dark eyes widened as she saw her first causalities of war and she felt a flood of nausea. She sank to her knees, clawing at a resolve not to faint. There was so much blood!

Someone touched her shoulder and Elizabeth flinched. Her head quickly snapped around, but she saw only a small boy standing there. She recognized him as the one she had drawn the cartoons for earlier. His smudged little face showed only concern at the moment. Without warning, he gave Elizabeth a hug, throwing his thin arms around her neck and giving her a squeeze.

That simple act of compassion from one so small brought Elizabeth's strength back. She wrapped her arms around him and picked him up.

"Thank you, little one. We need to get you out of here though."

Elizabeth carried him out of the chaotic room. It was already being set up as an extension of the infirmary. The moans of the wounded mingled with the shouts of those trying to help them. This was no place for a child. She took him back to the rooms were the foreigners had been taken. An old woman with a kind face took the small boy from Elizabeth's arms. With a soft smile, Elizabeth turned and retreated back to the reality of war.

Back in the new hospital ward, the doctor and whoever else could lend a hand were working frantically. Elizabeth assisted wherever she could, sometimes being pressed into acting as a nurse even though she had no training. She held a man's hand as he took his last breath and washed blood from bandages so they could be used again. Other things, she forced herself to forget.

Elizabeth lost track of the time and the hour grew late. She paused for a moment to push the hair out of her eyes. If she had been in front of a mirror, she probably would have screamed at her reflection. Gone was the perfectly dressed British socialite with the spotless morning suit. Her hair had come undone in a million little ways, curling around her face and neck. Her face was smudged with sweat and tears. Her fawn silk tie had been ripped off to serve as an impromptu tourniquet and her crisp white shirt was spotted with blood. And, her eyes would have horrified Elizabeth. They had lost their sparkle, looking only haunted and dark.

She felt a hand on her wrist and she started, letting out a little yelp of surprise. Looking down, she lost herself in the bluest pair of eyes she had ever seen. Despite herself, she smiled for the first time in hours.
 
Pax Teng Enlan

My heart leapt as my Eddy strode towards me and clasped me
to him and finally........kiss me. And kiss me. In between kisses, he was mumbling words of love and I thought mayhaps I was
hearing things. But all I could do was hold on......and cover
his beloved face in kisses. I could hardly believe he loved me!
My first kisses. Ever. Given to me by the only person I had
ever wanted. I used to imagine the feel of his arms....his lips,
his heart beating against mine. Nothing I had ever imagined
could equal the reality of this moment. Amidst this horror
around us.....I have ........him. At Last! At last! As I held him to
me that is all my heart could say. After an eternity, he stepped
back a half step, cupped my cheek in his warm hand and
whispered.."Why are you crying Pax? Ah love....don't cry." He
tenderly wiped the tears I hadn't known were falling from my
face and gently kissed me again. I had to smile..."I am happy. Eddy. I...I..." and sighing I added, "I did not know such joy...
and" then laughing "I did not know happiness could make one
weep." His head bent back and he laughed genuinely. I was
puzzled but not insulted, "Eddy...You are the only person in my
life that made me......laugh......and now cry." I looked at him
accusingly but with a smile. "How do you do that?"
He didn't answer me....just kissed me again. Ah...has there
ever been arms like his in all the world? Ever been lips like his?
I think not. At least not for me. And I knew there never would
be.
After a while, he stepped back and sat on the stones of the
garden pool and pulled me down to sit with him, never did
he lose touch with me. I could not stop caressing him, even if
if was just his hand. I had never been hugged before. Never
known the ...... peace and safety in the simple touch of another
soul. Never known love. I acted instinctively...not knowing
if such small caresses were permitted, but not caring either.
In me, I had discovered a backbone of steel and a stiff reslove.
I just.....knew......that I would travel to the ends of this earth
with him.........and never look back.
"Eddy...listen to me now." He stopped and looked me steadily
in the eyes. Nodding he spoke quietly, "I am listening, Pax."
I got down on my knees in front of him and took his hands in mine. "Always, have I loved you. Always have I treasured you.
I always will Eddy. That is what you need to know." Tears
were falling freely from my eyes, "Whither thou goest, I will
go. Your People shall be my people, your God my God." Squeezing his fingers tightly, " I read that in The good Father's
bible..a woman named Ruth wrote that, I did not know what
it meant....until you." My right hand reached up and tenderly
touched his lips with my fingertips, "You are my husband. My only
love." And I laid my head upon his clasped hands and sighed.
 
"Always, have I loved you. Always have I treasured you.
I always will Eddy. That is what you need to know." Tears
were falling freely from her eyes, "Whither thou goest, I will
go. Your People shall be my people, your God my God."

“I read that in The good Father's
bible. a woman named Ruth wrote that, I did not know what
it meant....until you." Pax tenderly
touched my lips with her fingertips, "You are my husband. My only
love." As she laid
her head upon my clasped hands and sighed.

The emotions of this day of war and hopeless struggle descend on me as a crushing weight. How can I tell my love that with the odds we face there is little chance we will survive the anger sweeping China.

What can I offer her but the love of a sailor? The “regs” would permit me to keep her on the side as a diversion but never recognize Pax as my wife. How could I put her through that? To abandon her as her father did? No I will not do that.

I draw Pax into my arms and kiss her with all the love in passion that is within me. That one kiss speaks of my love for her and all the missed opportunities of the past.

“Pax you are my wife”…... “I have no people but you and our God is the same God, a God of love and Hope.”

Many words passed between us in the garden. We spoke of love, hope, the further, and finally we stood before “The Good Father”. He blessed us and preformed the ceremony that united Pax and I as man and wife in front of the world, so all could see our love.

Now we where alone in Pax’s small room. We faced each other as man and wife. Yet strangers in this new role we had taken on.

“Pax I love you so.”
 
Pax

We stood facing each other. Newly wed...in front of God, his
people, mine.......the world. Simple words, "Pax, I love you so."
Never have so few words said ... so much. My heart was overflowing, with love, with pride, with the knowledge that
whatever was to happen would happen to us both. My heart...
no longer a private thing, no longer numb and waiting...My heart
was his. He had just given me his love, his loyalty ... and his
name. What could I do to show him how much I valued his
gifts? I knew nothing of what was to come. Knew nothing of
the private intimacies that lovers shared. Ah........but I so
yearned for them.
I remembered a story from the bible, of a way to show love
and dedication. Of how Mary showed God's son her love and
appreciation for him. I knew what I could do to begin the
quiet intimacies between us. And after I was done, I would
let Eddy and instinct lead me.
"I love you so my husband." and turning from him I went to
the bureau where a washbowl filled with warm aromatic water
waited. I brought the bowl, a washing cloth and a towel with
me and set them on the chair next to the bed. He said nothing,
just watched me with quiet love and patience. Turning to him
I started to unbutton his uniform, he brought his hands up to
help me, I stayed them with my hands. "No, my love. Let me."
He stayed his hands and let them fall to his sides. He stood ramrod straight, ah such a man I sighed. It took me a while
to undo the buttons and slip the jacket from his arms. I pulled
his under shirt from over his head, it joined the jacket on the
floor. His chest was beautiful as only a strong man's could be.
I marvelled at the furred muscular sight before me and lowered
my mouth to one nipple that lay ruched and puckered before me.
I could hear his intake of breath and feel his abdomen tighten
underneath me......and I smiled. I could feel the tension in his
arms, could see that he wanted so badly to touch me. I stepped
back and shook my head, "Not yet my husband." My hands
went to his belt and unbuckled it. I let my fingernails trace
his skin softly as I undid his pants, unbuttoning even more
buttons and went on my knees to pull them from him one leg
at a time. I could hear his breathing quicken......as did my pulse.
His hands tightened on my shoulders as he steadied himself
and in turn lifted his feet from the floor so I could pull his pants
off of him. Before me he stood as I gently pulled the band
around his underpants and slowly pulled them off also.
My breath caught in my throat. A vision of the perfect man and
I sighed contentedly........ah he is mine. Now and forever.
I wanted to stroke his manly shaft, now erect and pulsing before me. I stood and went to the washbasin and wet the cloth.
Bringing the cloth I started to bathe him. To wash away the
cares of his day. To leave only clean sweet skin between us.
I bathed his arms, his chest, his back and then his legs. Returning again and again the warm the cloth. I went around
him and gently ran the lightly rough warm cloth around his
buttox and wanted to smile as the tightened and clenched under
my ministering. Finally, I brought the warm cloth and once again
went to my knees to gently wash that most private part of him.
I had never seen a man naked and I marvelled at the beauty
of his body...so different from my own. I bathed his shaft and
lifting it with my small hands, bathed the orbs beneath it
gently, lovingly. He moaned above me and I knew that this
was bringing him pleasure and I revelled in it. My arm reached
out and I took the towel and rubbed him dry. His legs trembling
a bit before me gave me assurance and confidence that he was
not unmoved by my movements. I could see a drop of liquid
at the tip of his velvety hard shaft and bent my head to taste
him with my tongue. He sucked in a huge breath and his hands
came to my head, and laid them gently on my braid. After
encircling the huge head with my tongue, my hands reached
up and undid the tie holding my braid. At this, he stayed my
hands and said, "NO......let me." He pulled me up to stand in
front of me and circled me, his hands reaching into my hair
and untangling the braid. He sighed as he loosened the braid
and fanned my hair out. I could feel the soft silk of my hair rain
down my back to the tips of my thighs. His hands buried in
my hair he came closer to me and moving my hair aside his lips
fell against my neck. Never have I known such pleasure! As
his lips and teeth grazed my so sensitive skin, I could feel his
hard beautiful shaft touching me from behind. I didn't know
where this would lead, but I so wanted to follow. My knees
a little weak, I leaned back against him while he explored my
throat, my hands reaching behind me to touch his thighs.
Unbidden, I could hear the mewling moans come from my throat.
At that his hands came around me and he cupped my breasts
thru my tunic. The feel of his fingers thru the silk of my shirt nearly drove me mad! He stepped back, turned me around
and smiling, he said......"My turn."
 
I could hear the mewling moans come from Pax’s throat.
At that my hands came around her and I cupped her breasts
thru her tunic. The feel of those firm young breasts thru the silk of Pax’s shirt nearly drove me mad! I stepped back, turned her around and smiling, I said......

"My turn."

I took a fresh basin of warm water its’ jasmine sent drifted through our wedding chamber magically transforming it in to a place of wonder, outside worlds and its’ cares gone for the moment.

My fingers trimbled as I undid the ties of Pax’s silk tunic and slipped it from her shoulders to join my soiled uniform on the floor. Slowly I unwound the binder that was her under garment. Pax’s young supple body was a delight to behold, as her eyes lowered in maidenly modesty, at my gaze. Lifting her chin I look deep into her eyes.

“Pax my love, there are no words that I know, that can tell you now you please me, my wife.”

My words spoke of her beauty, grace, and of my love for her. I took the raw silken cloth and began to washer as she had I. I washed Pax gently, soothingly, and with tender care to relax her and take the sorrows of this day from her. From her swan like neck to the to her supple young breasts. Pax mewing became a prolonged moan as the rough cloth grazed her nipples, and all the while I told her how she pleased and excited me. I was lost in the beauty of her form and soul, lost to the world of war for now.

The blush that colored her cheeks with the kiss of the rose made me smile as I removed her slippers and silken trousers. She now stood naked before me. I continued to wash and worship her body with warm water and her soul with my words. Her buttocks, thighs, caves and feet, all of her, except that most private of places. I scooped Pax up into my arms and carried her to our wedding bed and as she reclined there, I again ministered to her with warm scented water. I bathed the downy mound and pearly pink lips that guarded her secret garden.

Wash cloth and basin laid a side my lips, tongue, and teeth sought out all the little hidden places that would bring Pax pleasure, from a deep passion filled kiss to the hollow of her neck, breasts, nipples, across the flat firm plane of her belly, delaying slightly at her naval. Finally to that downy mound and those pearly pink lips.

Each response of the pleasure I give Pax spurs me on to try hard to please her. How my tongue asks permission to enter where none has gone before. It is genteel in its’ probing, yet forceful as it claims that secret garden and its guardian.

“Pax my love do I please you?”
 
Simon saw the lady going past, and tried to restrain a whistle... This is one damn goodlooking woman, what's she doing here? he wondered, as he reached up to grab her sleeve, then forgot what he had been about to say, as he fell deep into her dark brown eyes, and then she smiled at him and he was a goner, willing to throw himself off a cliff for her. He let go of her sleeve, and nearly jumped as his hand brushed hers, sparking like static, shaking him back to reality. before she left and thought him a fool forever.

"What's an obviously nice, not to mention gorgeous lady such as yourself doing here? And no... I ain't really tryin' to pick you up... it's a serious question."
 
Elizabeth Buckingham O'Malley

"Goodness! You startled me. But, to answer your question, a woman will do just about anything to get out of Buffalo."

Elizabeth's eyes came to life a little with the quip.

"I'm Elizabeth O'Malley, by the way. What's you name?"

There was something enormously likeable about this soldier. Elizabeth couldn't decide what it was. Perhaps it was the earnestness in his voice or maybe the mischief she saw sparkling in his bright blue eyes. Then again, the fact the he was drop-dead gorgeous might have something to do with it. Elizabeth smiled at the thought. She desperately wanted to sketch him, to capture his features. To give herself the excuse to sit and talk to him for awhile. A long while.

"If you will excuse me for a moment."

She turned and retrieved her sketchbook from where she had left it hours before.

"I'd love to sketch you if you have a minute."

She grinned impishly as she looked down at his bandaged thigh.

"And from the looks of that, I guess you do."

Elizabeth sat down on the side of his bed and flipped open her sketchbook, blushing when she saw the page. Inadvertently, she had opened to a self-portrait, one in which she had drawn herself nude. She quickly tried to flip the page, but the sketchbook was already in his hands.
 
OOC: Sadly, since my main reason for being in this thread, Honey, has retired from it, I will also not be continuing... it just wouldn't feel right. I apologise.
 
Pax

Through the myriad fog of desire enveloping me, I could
hear my new husband's voice, "Pax, do I please you my love?'
My throat tight with desire, I could barely speak. "Oh yes,"
I breathed, "My husband, you could not please me more."
He smiled at that, that cooked grin I love so much. "I dare
say, there is a lot more pleasure to come..." I could barely
fathom that. How could there be more than this delicious
yearning that so infused me? I truly wanted to find out though
if what he said was true. But first.....I sat up and smiled. Reaching out with my hands I pulled him up to me. Wrapping
my arms around his shoulders, I kissed him, his mouth firm and
devouring under mine. I tangled my fingers in his hair and held
him to me tight as my tongue parried with his, his lips lush and pliant beneath me, causing me to ache even more. Once again I could feel myself
pool beneath his loving assault. Taking a breath, I leaned
away and searching his eyes, trying not to blush, I asked him,
"Eddy.....is.....anything permissable?" I could feel myself blush
but did not back away. His eyes bore into mine, I could see a
slight smile tho behind those handsome eyes. "With us my
love, everything is permissable." Smiling, now a little more
sure of myself, I pushed at his shoulders and lay him back
flat against our bed. He smiled at me as I rose above him and
my hair fell against my thighs and his chest. I could hear his intake of breath and see the tightening of his small nipples. Little goosebumps rose across him and I felt myself tighten in response.
I crawled up his beautiful body, his hands at my sides lightly
touching my breasts and my breath quickened with his light
teasing touch. My teeth grazed his nipples and suckled at him
just as he had done me earlier, his hands tightened and I knew
that he was as affected as I had been. I let my mouth trail, my
tongue lathing those little goosebumps as I moved downwards.
I wanted so bad to taste him as he had me. My nails teased him,
I wanted to be everywhere at once. My tongue finally found his
delightful bellybutton and slowly I delved and tasted, I loved
the taste and knew that there was more to come. His beautiful
shaft was thick, hard steel enclosed in delicious velvet, I licked
that tiny elixer drop I'd seen earlier and it melted warm and
musty against my tongue. Hmmm, I wanted to know more. As
my mouth enclosed his bulbous head, I heard him moan and
felt his hands alight upon my head, his fingers entangling in
my hair.
 
"Oh yes," …., "My husband, you could not please me more.”

Pax’s kiss is now more daring, yet tender as our lips and tongues, meet, sharing all, even the breath that sustains life. All is share between us in that kiss of tender passion, and nothing withheld. Pax breaks our kiss and blushes as pink as a rose in June,

"Eddy.....is.....anything permissible?"

“Anything my Love”

The sensations that followed that simple answer engulfed me in a world of pleasure, I could never imagined. Pax’s loving kisses where every where at once. The joy and pleasure they brought as she suckled me, kissed my navel, as a giggle escaped my lips, bathed in her long flowing hair, my fingers entwined it for fear of losing her.

Pax’s tongue shyly reaches for my steely shaft. I think to stay her, and yet her eyes show me hers is and act of unselfish love. The erotic pleasure my innocent wife brings me is beyond all the wild joy I have ever known.

The pleasure the pain all mix in a wonderful whirl of lust, pleasure and love. Yes I lust for my wife Pax. Yet I will not waste this gift down her throat, as I roll her to her back and slowly mount her. My words are soft and reassuring as I speak of the joy to come and the pain that will proceed it.

Slowly my shaft parts those delicate lips.
 
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Dr. William Mun

William hadn't slept in days. After running to meet his military brethren at the gate, and quickly straightening out his surprising entrance, he gave them the equipment and information that he hoped would help them. Afterwards, he thought it best to leave his identity secret from those non-military around him. He continued to be Dr. Wang for the people of this village. And it was as this doctor that he now treated all those who were wounded or dying. It had been a long haul and it was far from any sort of payoff. His only comfort was in Lindsey Buckingham. Though she was quite obviously a woman of the cloth, he couldn't resist his temptations to try and whoo her. And they had spoken for a very long time the night before. She had rushed into his makeshift hospital to tell him that her sister, Elizabeth, had apperently run off in the night, along with some Pfc. Henderson, who had apparently decided to desert. Even as he comforted Lindsey, holding her in his arms as she shook with tears, he inwardly wished the new couple luck, and that they would find happiness wherever they ended up. He had spent hours with Lindsey, trying to comfort her, possibly putting the wounded at risk, but he couldn't help it. When he was with her, she was all he could think about.
 
Lindsey

Why... the question kept running around in my head and heart. I knew there had to be a reason she had left without telling us...no me.

the wounded littered the dining room. Dr. Wa... no after last night I could no longer think of him that way. William had told me the truth as we had spoken late into the the night. So far today I had managed to avoid him. Last night I had broken down and he had held me to offer me comfort. God help me but what I had felt in his arms last night was so far removed from that tame emotion I did not know how I could face him in the light of day so I had spent the morning trying to avoiding him. It was such a small place that was quite an accomplishment.

I mentally shake myself from my pointless self examination. The Doctor was doing nothing more than his Christian duty. Looking down at the woman before me, I knew her time was drawing near. This child would be born soon. It cared not that a battle was being waged. Over the years as a missionary I had done my share of nursing yet the birth of a child was still a miracle to me. I knew it was time to notify William, turning I call to Li

"Will you please tell Doctor Wang that he is needed here?"

Turning back to Mei, I explain that I will return later. With a gentle smile, I head toward the outer rooms. Turning a corner I come to a sudden halt as I crash into a hard male body. Feeling his hands steady me I meet his eyes for the first time. Blushing like a child, I break the connection...

"Uh..Wil... I mean Doctor... You are needed over behind the curt...

Feeling his hand on my chin as he gently lifts my eyes to meet his, my throat closes on the words i had been about to say. For what seemed like forever he just looked into my eyes. I don't know what he saw but suddenly he smiled a smile I had never seen in his eyes before...

"Come with me Lin, I need your help..."

.
 
Pax

I am so engulfed in desire. I had never known desire before,
never knew such.....wanting. With the taste of him still on my
lips.....he gently laid me back and poised over me, all the while
muttering words of love, telling me of what was to come. He was
so very tender with me.....so loving. All the while, these
feelings inside grew to an almost desperate ache. I could
feel myself wet and strangely....aching. But for what I did not
know. But this I did know, My new husband would give me
the release my body.....and my heart so needed.
I could feel his delicious shaft, slowly seperating that most
private part of me....he was so slow and careful as he murmured
words of love and knowledge to me. I could no longer wait,
I was so impatient for him...so hungry, my fingers dug into his
back and I arched up into him. Ahhhh, a small flash of pain. He held back and whispered in my ear..."give me a moment love...
let your body adjust..." The pain was gone by the time the last
word left his lips..."Now my husband. I need you." I did not
know what to do...so I let instinct take over. I arched up against
him......ah........God.....that is so good. An unfamiliar yet desperate feeling invaded me.........all of me. "Please...." I
whispered. His lips came down and devoured me as his body
pumped into me. "Yes......" that is what I so desperately
needed. "Yes...." I did not know if I spoke aloud. I did not
care....I only knew him. He was so big, such a tight fit but
oh so incredible! There was something alive inside of me.
Something desperate. I knew not what my body was aching
for......I only knew the search...the climb was......everything.
My lips clung to his, then moved to his throat, my tongue
lapping desperately, kissing and nibbling as my hips rose
with each plunge of his. I had this desperate need to get
even closer, I pulled my legs apart even further and wrapped
them around his waist, my arms enclosing around him almost
desperately. This wild ...thing inside of me climbed even higher.
Eddy's hips plunged even faster and deeper in answer to my
own desperation, the moans and noises he made echoing the
sounds I did not know I was making. The pinnacle...so...close.
YES!!! YES!!! This was it. I felt as though I was coming apart...
the joy.....the release so ....so incredible.......suddenly, I lost
my hold....on Eddy and on.....the here and now.
 
I am poised to enter my wife Pax. When she comes to me trusting her hips up to mine. I feel her maiden head torn away.

"Give me a moment love...let your body adjust to me"

Our mutual passion then took over as we spoke of our love for each other, moans of joy, screams of passion, breathless and wild in our exploration of each other, and our only thought was how to please the other. Time had no meaning here, no place, as we two became one in body and soul.

The first light of day was creeping through the window. Pax was asleep in my arms her head upon my shoulder. Painfully slow I leave our wedding bed so as not to disturbed her rest.

I dawn my uniform and web gear. “Eddy” Pax’s husband and love gone for now and “CPO Ed Jones returned.

Signal man Marx the Petty Officer of the watch hands me the day report on yesterdays action.

Dead 12
Wounded 16
Deserters 1

It had been a bad day all and all Sgt’s Cummings and Walters dead. Half the command dead or out of action.

Pfc Henderson there was a brief spark there but he just did not have the wind to run the course. Run off with the 1st bit of skirt that came his way. God help them because I could not. I been in China too long. For him it would be easy death. Maybe not quick but final. For her … well she would become the play toy for some “War Lord” if she where lucky. If not then she too would die, as they lined up again and again to take the white woman. But still there was a remote chance that they might escape, but I doubted it.

I had to get these people out of here .and down to the “Foi de Cathay” and safety.


My orders where “HOLD UNTILL RELIVED” but they never said how many had to hold., and now there was Pax to think of. Had I been selfish in marring her at this time?
 
He saw in her eyes a blueness that he had not remembered. Hadn't they been lighter before? He spoke before he could stop himself.

Come with me, Lin, I need your help.

He led her to his makeshift quarters where perhaps they might have some privacy. As he gazed into her eyes, set so beautifully into her gorgeous face, he began to speak.

Lin, 12 more men are dead. More are wounded... I can't guarantee that we're going to live through this, but I promise that I'll do everything in my power to get you out of this safe. I just wanted to let you know that I think I may be falling in love with you.

The last words fell heavier than he had intended. He had so much more to say, how it had begun with his seeing her in the village and only grown more and more with their time together over the last few days. But now, as the length of the pause grew, he was less able to say all the other things he was thinking.
 
Lindsey

....wanted to let you know that I think I may be falling in love with you.

I could hear the words. Lookig into his eyes I feel my soul fly free. stepping closer I know that our time together may be short. Time is not a luxury we have. Gathering ever ounce of courage I have, I step closer to Will. Taking his hands into mine, i begin to speak...

"Will, this is hard for me. "

Looking down in shame...

"I thought my chances of finding someone to love me were all but gone Will. You need to know things about me before we go any further. I am... tainted. I know what the bible and the church says about men and women but I... well I can't seem to conform. "

*blushing*

"What I feel for you is love but it is more. Something is wrong with me I ache here...."

Stepping closer Lin takes his hand and places it on her lower stomach. With gentle fingers she presses his had against her.
She releases a low maon...

"Will, right here....something is wrong with me...help me."
 
"...help me..."

His hand pressed gently against her flesh and his eyes gazed deeply into her eyes. All around him, he was dealing with the inevitability of not making it through his time here and it overtook him now. He ran his other hand up to her chin and drew her lips to his. They embraced in a kiss that was soft and gentle but as tight as decision in his mind that he loved this woman. As the kiss ended, he looked again into the depths of blue in her eyes and had to keep himself from drowning.

There could never be anything wrong with you, Lin. Living by the Bible is a wonderful thing. The majority of the Bible is about love, and I love you. There is no way that my being with you and your being with me can be anything but right.

He kissed her again, and ran his hands down her back. His lips traced their way down from her lips to her chin and then to her throat and eventually to the nape of her neck, where he kissed her fervently, tasting her flesh and only falling deeper in love with her. Despite all the pain he had seen over the past several months, he now new that he had been sent here to find the greatest thing his heart would ever find.
 
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