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Sharpe's Sergeant	By : Sable899 Category: S through Z > The Sharpe Books Views: 1683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sharp series of books that this fanfiction is written for, nor do I know Sean Bean. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story is fiction.

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Chapter 10 Confrontation

Smitty had been worried about his Sergeant for some time now, worried that she would never let anyone get close to her. That she would forever be alone. Certainly she had her EOD family, but even they were kept beyond her defensive wall. Everyone that is except Chris Orry. He knew her secrets, understood why she was the way she was; only he would never talk about it. Smitty knew that that wall had to come down if she was ever going to find someone outside of the close-knit EOD community to share her life with. Too often he had seen the longing in her when she would see couples engaged in public displays of affection. The reality of the present situation was that while a relationship with Sean had a snowball's chance in Hell of going long term, everything Smitty had found out about him over the course of the day assured him that Sean was just the sort of man who could break down her defenses and start her on a healing path, especially considering how the thought of her had preyed on his mind ever since the London trip. Smitty was confident he was doing the right thing by interfering. She might end up hating him for his complicity in Sean's plans, but he firmly believed it was for her own good.

It was nerve-wracking for Sean to wait the last few minutes before 8:00. He knew she would show based on what Smitty had told him over lunch, she could never resist a challenge. The only thing that bothered him about what Smitty had told him was “She’s definitely worth the effort, but it will take a lot of hard work on your part. You’ll know you’ve won her over when she wakes up with you in your bed in the morning.” He had felt a kinship with Smitty, after all, they both had three ex-wives and the same bad luck with girlfriends.Well, at least he said ‘when’ and not ‘if’.

When the knock came at his door he jumped, his heart started pounding, his breathing quickened and his hands shook. When he opened the door it was if the earth stood still and he had to remember to breathe. She stood there looking like she owned the very air around her. Seemingly bigger than life in spite of her 5'4" frame, she carried herself as though she fully understood just how damn magnificent she was. Proud, self-assured, a blue-eyed gaze that bore through to the truth no matter how deep it was buried. She was exactly as he remembered her and so completely unaware of her effect on him. This was a woman who was quite comfortable being completely in charge and used her authority without any inhibitions. He had the foreboding sense that he was in for a very bumpy ride tonight.

“I shouldn't be here,” Camden stated boldly, sweeping past him into the suite, trying her hardest to ignore his charismatic presence.

“Then why did you come?” Sean asked calmly, closing the door to follow her into the middle of the sitting room.

“It's mostly curiosity,” she said quite calmly, “It's not like this is going anywhere.”

“Real-eh. Is 'at what you think?” Sean asked smoothly.

“I don't think much of actors,” she shot back, “that's what I think.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do wit' me bein' an actor,” Sean countered, “Don't lie to me and don't lie to yer’ self, lass.”

She locked on to him with her challenging blue eyes. Refusing to back down, his emerald green gaze met her straight on. The air was suddenly electric. Sean knew that this was a crucial moment. It was now or never; he had to wrestle control away from her or she would eat him alive. If only she wasn't wearing those tight, low cut jeans. And that form-fitting scoop-necked white tee shirt that exposed her navel. He could already feel the tightness in his jeans as his blood began rushing to his expanding cock. Steady, boyo, steady. Keep yer' wits. Smitty said it would be like dancin' wit' a fuckin' co-bra.

“You respond to me and it bothers ye',” he steadily continued after a moment, “Why do ye' think it bothers ye'?”

“Because I'm used to being in control,” she explained, “and...and you make me question my ability to control.”

“And that scares ye'?” Sean asked, dropping his voice to a soft velvet tone.

There it was. He had called her on it. She knew at that moment that she had already lost this particular little skirmish of the wills. She had already lost herself in the magic of his voice, the depth of his gaze, and he hadn't even touched her, yet. She was already breathing fast, her pulse pounding, her nipples peaking, her legs quivering, her pelvis doing summersaults and she could feel the ever-spreading hot warmth of her arousal. If he could reduce her to jelly with just his voice and his eyes, she knew he had the battle won before it even got started. And he knew it too. Damn you, Sean Bean, damn you.

“I think I'm going to be very careful around you,” She barely whispered as she finally averted her gaze, signaling a ceasefire.

“I know you're nervous, luv,” he assured her, hooding his eyes, lifting his hand to the neck of her shirt to run a finger along the inside of the neck band. She shivered as his finger barely grazed the soft roundness of her aroused breasts; she was powerless to stop him, “I also know that if I wer’ to rip those jeans off ye' that I would find yer panties alread-eh soaked clean through.

Camden couldn't deny his statement. How could she? She'd been wet since the first knock on his door. Her mind did a quick flashback to the photo and video websites Smitty had showed her. Someone wrote that the camera didn’t just love him, it wanted to marry him and have his babies; now she understood what that meant. God he looked good; jeans that hugged his athletic frame perfectly, a tailor-made white shirt, cuffs turned up once, completely unbuttoned. Barefoot. His hair fresh and tousled. Sex on legs, oh yeah. Damn him, he's good and he knows it.

Sean slipped his hand down to hook a finger in the waist of her jeans. Camden surrendered as he began pulling her with him as he backed into the bedroom, his teasing tongue running across his lips. As they moved she pulled her tee shirt off over her head in one fluid motion, her bra seemingly falling off of her of its own free will. As he felt the end of the bed against the back of his knees he popped open the top button and unzipped her jeans, revealing white string bikinis, thin enough to see her reddish blond bush between her legs. Slowly, as he sat back on the bed, he drew them both down to her knees. Sean's soft hands gently stroked her hips, slowly working their way around to cup the firm mounds of her ass to draw her pussy within the reach of his lips, her earthy scent of bergamot and coriander was everywhere, drawing him in.

Camden was breathing heavily now, head thrown back, soft moans escaping from between clenched teeth as she anticipated what he would do next. A stray thought touched lightly on her melting brain that she desperately needed to maintain her self-control, but it passed too quickly to grasp it as she moved closer, widening her stance as she stood before him. Hands moving involuntarily and unconsciously, she tugged down his unbuttoned shirt to run her hands over the smooth, soft skin of his tightly-muscled shoulders as Sean began nuzzling her mound, working his way towards her clit with his expert tongue. Before he could find his target, he felt her legs giving out from under her as she ran her fingers up his neck and into his baby-fine hair. As she sank, he expertly cradled her in his lap, turning to lay her gently on the bed.

Sean watched her legs fall open, revealing her swollen button and the glistening shine of her wetness inviting him in. He almost lost his concentration as his rigid manhood throbbed against the prison of his jeans. Even though his cock was ready to erupt, he remained determined to work his magic, to drive Camden to the edge. His quest for her throbbing clit ended quickly. With every flick of his tongue she arched into him, a deep moan punctuating the sensation, the pleasure so intense she was afraid she would lose consciousness. He separated her swollen folds with his fingers and placed his tongue to the entrance of her dark, wet passageway. As she began to shudder towards climax, he teased her clit with his thumb, making her cry like a hungry cat, grasping his hair, pulling him closer. He sucked at her sweet earthy juices hungrily, licking and nibbling her until she crossed the threshold and the incredible shock waves of her orgasm surged through her, leaving her gasping for breath.

“What, no screamin’ to the blood-eh moon this time?” Sean teased as he slowly finished stripping off her clothes, “Or are ye' just bein' careful now?”

“Careful? Hell no, stunned is more like it. How the Hell do you do it?” she groaned, feeling her pussy starting to heat up again as his voice, purring like a Bengal tiger, continued to assault her senses, “Do you even have a clue how you can undo a woman?”

“Sounds like ye' been doin' some research on the walkin' sex symbol Mister Sean Bean, eh? Readin’ some of that fan fiction?” Sean asked flippantly, his devilish grin lighting up her world as he slid off his own jeans and moved to lay tight alongside her, pinning her down with a leg draped across a thigh, his swollen member urgent against her hip, “I hope ye' don't believe ever'thing ye' read, lass. But I'll try me best to live up to 'is sterlin' reputation.

He didn’t wait for her comeback. Even though his need to feel her from the inside out was demanding fulfillment, he intended to demonstrate to her just who was in charge this time. Her quivering thighs contracted, as Camden shivered at the feel of his hand straying down to her furry mound while his mouth sought hers. She could taste the remnants of her arousal on his lips as her tongue gently searched for his in response to his probing. As his fingers sought out the source of her spreading wetness, he moved to give her tits the attention they deserved. They were the same perfect globes he remembered, firm yet supple, the dark red nipples standing at attention waiting for his hot, moist tongue to tease them into submission. Camden writhed with the pleasure coursing through her veins as he nibbled and sucked them.

Sean was taking his time, dragging out every sensation he was inflicting on her. He wanted her to completely lose herself. His soft hand kneaded her pussy, making the lips to her soaking tunnel pulse and burn in anticipation of their uninhibited union. As he slid two fingers into her waiting void, he felt her thighs flex again.

“Yer’ so used to gettin’ yer own way, so used to bein’ in charge, aren’t ye, lass?” Sean murmured in her ear, “Just let yerself go. Ye’ll be safe wit' me.”

Camden felt the satin tone of his voice soothe the muscles she had flexed in response to his long slender fingers plumbing her silken depths. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his soft hands explore every inch of her. For so long, hot and hard had been all she had wanted from her bedmates, just like the first time with Sean. A long, slow sigh escaped her lips as she felt the rest of her defenses melt away.

“That’s it, lass, leave the drivin’ to me,” Sean assured her as he felt her body turn liquid, “I know what ye’ want, what ye’ need, and yer’ goin’ to get it, soft and slow.

As Sean’s fingers massaged the hottest, wettest pussy he had ever known, Camden ground down against his hand, a leg moving to clamp his hips. He settled himself between her trim, fit thighs, the head of his eager hard-on curving up to greet her swollen folds. Slowly withdrawing his fingers, he began to ease his cock into her, their soft, hot lips locked together, tongues probing to meet, her other leg moving to also clamp his hips. A deep groan came from within her throat as he slid upward, penetrating her in a single stroke. Overcome with a hot pulsing need that spread like fire from her center, Camden grasped Sean’s soft, tight buns, pulling him tighter, deeper.

His motion was perfectly rhythmic as Sean slowly began with a rocking movement. He had to force football images into his mind in order to keep himself from coming before he could push her to the brink. When he had himself under control, he began thrusting into her, starting slowly, gently teasing, steadily growing more forceful with each plunge. Her hips lunged upwards to meet his every stroke.

“Oh, fuck,” he heard her mumble, “You feel amazing.”

“Ssshhhhhh….luv, I want to hear ye’ as ye’ come,” Sean whispered as he raised himself up to look into her eyes, “Watch ye' as ye' come.”

They fucked slowly for a long time, their lips melding, tongues dancing, hips moving in unison. Camden was breathing hard, emitting a high-pitched gasp with every stroke. With each sound, Sean thrust harder, more furiously. Her lips had begun to quiver when he ran his thumb back and forth teasingly over a hardened nipple, sending her over the edge; her powerful orgasm shaking her entire body. His cock had a mind of its own, seeking its well-deserved release as her cunt muscles gripped his throbbing shaft to squeeze him off in a series of hungry spasms. She felt every pulse of his cock as his molten release shot deep inside her, making her climax again, rocking under him as his juices poured into her.

As Sean watched her face and heard her gasping; he knew that he had made her totally lose herself. The deep blue irises of her eyes were more intense than he had ever seen them, more than when they had sparred earlier. He could sense her exhaustion as she let herself sink back into the lushness of the German featherbed. As he softened and slipped from her warmth, he wrapped himself and the plush duvet around her, cradling her like a fragile doll, his face buried in her soft blond curls, strong with her sugar and spice scent, as they both drifted off.

A natural alarm clock went off in Camden’s head, waking her from a dreamless sleep. An uneasy feeling came over her as she recalled the night’s events. A faint light streaming through the sheer curtains from the street outside fell gently on the face of the man lying next to her, one arm draped securely across her breast. It took her breath away to see the lines of his sculpted face, the deep golden fairness of his hair tumbled onto his forehead. He looked so at peace with the world, his lips parted slightly, his breathing deep and steady. With every detail she noted, she felt the stirrings of arousal in her loins. This can’t be happening, not to me. I can’t let him get to me. He’s just a man like any other man. With his eyes closed he’s not even that good looking. He's sort of scruffy actually. How the Hell is he getting to you, girl? And you were completely sober this time. This has disaster written all over it.

Extricating herself from his embrace was a slow process. The last thing she wanted was to wake him. She didn’t want to deal with explaining why she had to leave, why he had to let her go. Besides, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to leave if he so much as opened his eyes. Leaving in the middle of the night was something Camden had gotten quite good at. Passing by the sleeping hotel desk clerk, she noted it was only 4:00 AM, giving her plenty of time to get herself together and get to the shop. The busy chaos of getting people and equipment ready for the day ahead would be a welcome distraction to her current mental turmoil.
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