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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 15 Confessions

Leaning against the bathroom doorframe in a black and pink silk kimono, Camden watched as Sean carelessly ran a brush through his damp hair. Strategically wrapped in a towel, he moved with a smooth grace, his tightly-muscled shoulders gently flexing with each brush stroke. She was rather enjoying the double whammy of the image of his perfectly sculpted ass and the reflected image of his sinewed thigh through the split of his towel-wrapped torso.

“I can't believe it takes you twice as long as me in the bathroom,” Camden commented, rolling her eyes to the ceiling, “I'm starved and the food is getting cold.”

“Oi, jest be 'appy I'm botherin' to straighten it out at all,” Sean joked, his reflected grin lighting up the room, “I quite like scruffy meself, so just be thankful.”

“Well, I'm starting without you,” She announced, heading off to the kitchen.

Ravenous from lack of food since an early breakfast on the go, sandwiches and fries disappeared quickly, washed down with a locally-brewed weizen and with hardly a word being exchanged. All the time though, Camden could hardly take her eyes off of him, making a mental note of his every little gesture; the way he unconsciously ran his tongue over his lips, how he licked the grains of salt from just the very tips of his fingers, how he paused after each deep swallow before he took the next bite. I wonder if he knows just what a beautiful man he is. Does he have any idea how powerful his presence is? Does he even have a clue what he can do to a woman? And that voice, that accent! Does he know he can make a woman come just listening to him?

Sean could tell she was studying him while he ate. He could almost feel her haunting blue eyes as they touched on his face, his neck, his hands. As hard as it was, he kept himself from looking at her, not wanting to interrupt her inspection. Ye know a lot more about 'er than she knows about you, Beano. Course she doesn't know that, so jest let 'er be fer a bit.

“Ye know,” Sean finally said softly, dropping his napkin into the take out box and pushing it aside, “I went back to the Wellington a few weeks after we met and tried to find out how to reach ye.”

“Why?” Camden asked, turning to face him, “You’re not some sort of romantic masochist are you?

“What ye’ mean by that?” Sean shot back, a confused look on his face.

“Someone who sacrifices himself for the object of his lust or his infatuation?” Camden answered, an amused glint in her eyes, “You know, infatuation; a sudden sensitivity to the presence, the appearance, of a particular person. It happens to almost everyone; infatuation. Dangerous thing infatuation.”

“Don't know exactl-eh. It wer’ somethin' I felt driven to do,” Sean almost mumbled, seeming to go quite shy, “and don’t go tryin’ to mess wit’ me train o’ thought, miss.”

“Hmmm, well, here I am,” Camden confirmed with a slight brief giggle, “Not exactly what you were expecting, I’m sure.”

“Well, ye’ do ‘ave some explaining to do.” Sean suggested.

“I know you have heard the short summary of the life of Camden Cantrell from Smitty by now,” Camden stated, cocking her head with a crooked smile, “So, what else do you want to know?”

“How about this place, fer’ starters?” Sean wanted to know, “Not quite the sort o’ place I imagined a soldier would be livin’. I spent some time wit’ Andy McNab and his SAS mates and they sure dint’ live like this.”

“Short version,” Camden began, “nice nest egg from several reenlistment bonuses, very few out-of-pocket expenses, a few smart stock buys, an insurance benefit, and never taking real vacations. My only vice is hardback books of an historical nature. Six years ago the opportunity came to invest in the refurbishment of this building. Now, I own one tenth of the pub downstairs and this flat. Forked out a little extra to put in the luxury bathroom just because I spent far too many years sharing facilities with other barracks rats and I felt I had earned it. Next question.”

“Why Germany? What keeps ye’ here?” Sean quizzed.

“I did my first tour here about fifteen years ago as a new team leader. The unit didn’t have quarters for a female, me being the first and only one,” Camden explained, “So; the housing office set me up as a boarder in a private home. Hans and Hildi Pohlman gave me a home like I have never known. Never having had children of their own, they pretty much adopted me. When I came back eight years ago, I was simply coming back home from an extended vacation. They invested in fifty percent ownership of the pub and live down on the first floor. I could go into great detail about all the people here that have become a part of my life, but the list is way too long. Besides, the people are just one part of a three part equation.

“And what would the other two be?” Since Sean finally had her talking about herself rather freely, he wanted to keep her going. He wanted to peel away some of her armor, to know and understand the real Camden. To know what drove her?

“The second,” Camden continued, “is everything that this place is; the ancient forests, the villages, the cities, the traditions, the culture. There is a rich history here, lots of ghosts, secrets, intrigue. All of it is waiting to be learned. The third part is what I do. This place is the epitome of the EOD world. I have achieved so much here. I have peace within me because I live with the certainty that God has put me exactly where I am meant to be. I am fulfilling my purpose. Without purpose, I would not be the person I am.”

“But why EOD? Why risk life and limb for what seems to be the thrill of it all?” Sean was starting to put things together only to find there were more questions to ask.

“If you’re not doing something every day that scares you a little bit, then you’re not quite living,” Camden said, trying to help him make sense of something that seemed so completely foreign to him, “I was lucky to find something that challenges me everyday, that I’m quite good at and that I really like getting up for every morning to do, that gives me a sense of accomplishment everyday. I refuse to live a life of quiet desperation just to make a living, just to survive. Surely that’s something that you can understand or else you would have stayed a welder.”

“Hasn’t it been a struggle to make it in what is so obviously a man’s world, to be a soldier?” Sean countered, still a bit unsure of her logic, “Wouldn’t it have been easier to take another path?”

“Unless you have to struggle for something, then it isn’t worth having,” she countered, “A more conventional path would have killed a little bit of me inside every single day. Wouldn’t it have been easier for you to have gone home to Sheffield than stay the course at RADA when your first wife decided London wasn’t the place for her? No, you had to find your purpose. It’s like the average grunt soldier; a man whose sole purpose is to get the job done. Soldiers aren’t there in battle for the greater glory; they are there for what they do. They are prepared to live and die by the person next to them. Deny them that and they cease to be not only soldiers, but they cease to be men.”

“I’ll admit there be some things I regret in me past,” Sean admitted with a look of surprise in his eyes, “but we are each the sum of our experiences. Wi’out those experiences none of us would be who we are today. Ye’ve been wary o’ me since we started, maybe even back as far as London. After what we’ve shared the past week I can’t help feelin’ upset that ye might still be wary o’ me.

“Well, I'm not some tall, skinny, twit who's half your age with big tits whose only purpose in life is to fuck your brains out whenever you want, am I?” Camden inquired, her eyes narrowing over a sly grin, “So yes, I am still wary of you.”

“Oi! Sounds reall-eh terrible to 'ear it out loud,” Sean grimaced, “Ye've been doin' some research, ain't ye'?

“Hard not to. Seems the closer you get to the first day of shooting, the more press coverage you are getting,” Camden confessed, “and not all of it is exactly flattering. I must need my head examined to have anything to do with you.”

“No, lass. What ye' need is to know the truth. The truth of me,” Sean softly pleaded, leaning towards her, his soft gentle hands cradling her face, forcing her eyes to lock on his, “No doubt ye've also heard that I'm a verra private person, shy and distant. That means that ever' thing the press writes about me is pure speculation. No one knows the truth but me.”

“I think I already have a good idea what the truth is. I've always trusted my own senses, Sean,” Camden softly assured him, moving her hands to gently stroke his naked chest, “and what I know is what I feel. What I feel is a man who loses himself completely when he makes love to me. A man who overpowers all my senses just by being near. A man who challenges me to likewise lose myself yet never demands more than I want to give.

As Camden leaned towards him, her body open to and anticipating every nuance of his, Sean softly kissed her, on her cheeks, her brows, and the tip of her nose. He ran both his hands up and down her outstretched arms, kneading her flesh into an expectation, a promise of intimacy. His eyes still locked on hers, he rose to lead her to the sumptuous bed waiting in the semi-alcove of the oriel window, a sky full of stars for a curtain. Standing in the dim light, Sean unfastened the towel from his waist, letting it drop to the floor. His hands moved swiftly to unfasten her kimono and pull her towards him to rest his forehead against hers. Her hands held in his; his fingers exploring her flesh with the press of his energetic fingers. His smile lit the room like a bolt of raw energy as he bent his cheek close to her, to whisper in her ear, grazing the stubble of his chin against the soft curve of her jaw line.

“I just want to touch you,” he whispered, a hand going round to press the small of her back, “to know the truth of you.”

Camden stood in his embrace, numbed by his touch, his silken voice, the feel of his satin skin against her bare breasts. His fingers, feeling persistent, determined, assaulting her flesh, with the authority and sureness of touch that only true desire can bring. He teased her bare skin, butter-smooth soft at the point where her thigh ended and her pussy began. Heart pounding, breathing labored, her step faltered. As she fell backwards from the exquisite fire of his touch, her body arched into his to maintain balance. The grip of his hand in the small of her back increased. As she still continued to stumble, he smoothly slipped the silk fabric down to fall at her feet and guided her down to sink into the pillow softness of the overstuffed down duvet, lightly pressing her under him, his rigid cock throbbing against her thighs.

“How warm ye' feel,” he whispered in her ear, bending low, his lips barely brushing the lobe of her ear, “I want to caress ye', to know ye', but only if ye' want to. You decide...”

Camden's head swirled, not knowing for certain what she wanted from him other than to have him deep inside her; filling her completely. His liquid voice had her completely under his control. She did know that she felt loved, desired, and profoundly sexual. Her response came in the form of a kiss, deep, sensual, her tongue tentatively seeking the depths of his mouth to tangle with his. The longer it went on, the more probing, searching, demanding it became. Her groin on fire now, her hot juices spread a burning heat.

Breaking from the kiss, Sean knew Camden had decided. There would be no running away from him ever again. He slivered his tongue down her neck to meet her rigid nipples, his hard breath inflaming, sending spikes down her spine. Beginning a slow progression, his soft sensual hands with their long slender fingers, massaging, stroking her soft ivory skin worked their way down between her parted thighs. Finding her hot swollen folds, he parted the lips of her pussy and slid a finger inside her warm creamy centre. He felt her legs spread further as his finger moved quickly in and out of her, hitting all the right spots, his other hand wreaking havoc on her erect, stiff nipples.

Giving in to desire, Camden gasped and pulled him firmly towards her, relaying to him her want to have all of him. Sensing this, he worked his tongue down her body, teasing her navel, swirling in her pubic hair, slowing pulling back his finger to bury his tongue in the sweet flesh of her pussy. She felt her slick canal contract when he pushed his tongue inside her, hot and hard as it drove in and out. She felt she was drowning, swimming in a sea of pure erotic sensation when suddenly she felt his mouth back on her clit.

Sean heard her gasp and felt her buck as he took her deeper into his mouth and tenderly sucked and nipped her soaking wet mound. His cock aching to take her, demanding release, he forced himself to hold back. Camden’s gasps turned into a soft groan, getting louder with every breath. She reached down between his legs to gently rub his rigid cock. He grunted and his tongue hesitated for a moment.

“No, no, don’t stop!” she cried out desperately, spreading her legs even further, “Don’t stop!”

Sean’s concentration was breaking down. He didn’t think he could last much longer as her hand moved on his throbbing cock, drops of pre-come flowing steadily over her fingers. He tickled a finger lightly over her clit and her cries filled the room. As she began to cross the threshold he pulled back from her. Her breathing became labored, hot and hard, as she teased his engorged cock. His hands gripped her hips fiercely as he swiftly entered her, driving deep into her in a single thrust, panting loudly, fighting to hold back his own orgasm. He felt Camden’s belly tighten, her cunt clutching at him. Then the tremors started. From deep inside he could feel her orgasm building.

“Yesssss…Sean,” she screamed, her voice loud with wanton abandon as she felt the walls of her pussy spasm and juices ran down her thighs in release.

The sound of his own name drove him over the threshold. It was a sound he had been craving since he had first tasted her in the hallway of his own house. A few hard thrusts and Sean heard a guttural moan rise up from deep in his chest as his come rushed into Camden’s hungry cunt, shooting into her hotly. They both collapsed into the depths of the thick duvet, only to melt into a languid heap trying to catch their breaths.
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