Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Johnathan kept her pressed safely against his chest, and began to walk towards the first floor guest room. Through his coat sleeves alone Jane could hear his heart steadily quickening, his palms going sweaty.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, my sir,” she murmured softly.

((Hey I think I might leave this… or just stalk))

(Awww. Okay… 😔)

Aw.. Farewell!)

"I've never done this before," John replied, pausing in the threshold of the doorway. "I'm just nervous,"

She cupped his face with her hand. “I’m not that bad, John,” she teased.

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Pierre took them from her, clearing his throat as he unfolded the first one. "This is the first one I sent.." he murmured, oddly nervous.

"I've never done anything intimate," he laughed, the anxiousness practically oozing from his lips.

"Hm." Edonine replied simply.

"I've never done anything intimate," he laughed, the anxiousness practically oozing from his lips.

“I haven’t either,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing boldly.

He finally stepped in, their combined weight making the polished wood floors creak. He set her down on the dusty guest bed, which clearly hadn't been touched for some time– hence its impeccable organization and absurd dustiness.

Jane watched him move. She grinned. “I’m willing to go as slow as you please, my sir,” she said gently.

"No, please," he laughed, blowing dust from the air around them. "Let this be at your pace,"

"Hm." Edonine replied simply.

He cleared his throat, and began to red.

Dear Edonine,

His voice was quiet.

It has only been a week, but I miss you. You saved my life, and for that I will forever be grateful, but even if we had met under different circumstances, I imagine I would feel the same way. I have never had many friends outside of the army, and still don't, and you are probably the first that has actually meant this much to me.

How are you? Are you doing alright? How is Delta? How are your murderous chickens?

Here, he paused, embarrassed.

That comment made Edonine chuckle with amusement.

Pierre finished the letter, the rest of which was mostly a small updates on what events had occurred at the camp.

Edonine kept her head on his shoulder, eyes coming to a close to relish the sound and feel of his voice.

He hummed softly, holding her as close as possible. "I'm afraid I'm not a very good writer.. or poet, though I try."

"It's okay," Edonine reassured. "I haven't read any poetry to compare with." She chuckled.

"Never?" Pierre asked, tilting his head. "I can bring you some to read, if you'd like. Or rather.. show you when you come to camp."

"No, please," he laughed, blowing dust from the air around them. "Let this be at your pace,"

Jane arched an eyebrow. “I don’t take things slow, my sir…”

"Yes," she nodded with a peeking smile.

"Hah–" John laughed, "If we go at my pace, this is the furthest we'll get. Please.. Im following you, my queen."

Pierre craned his head to plant a kiss to the right of her mouth, smiling. "It's settled, then. And.. we don't have a lot of space left, so maybe I can convince the commander to let you stay in my tent? There's room for two."

Jane flushed rapidly. “Queen…?”

"Queen," John echoed, feeling his face warm up at the term of endearment.

She looked up at him, "I'd like that,"

“Great,” he murmured back, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “What do you want to do now?”

"I just want to.. To be with you." She sighed. "I like this."

And just like that, his heart was off again, racing, speeding, thundering.
"I like this too… I love it, in fact. I–" He swallowed. "I love you."