Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

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.

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
Chapter 17 Divergence

The other voice with Smitty belonged to Klaus, Sean's assistant for the duration of filming in Germany, who had come to collect Sean in hopes of getting him up early enough to descruff before making his first appointment of the day. In all, Sunday proved to be a busy day for both Camden and Sean as the first day of shooting was scheduled for Monday. Camden spent the day with Smitty giving range safety briefings to the cast and crew members who had not yet been out to the Steinmetz location and coordinating with the German, British and Canadian EOD crews that would be taking turns providing escort duty. Sean was occupied by final wardrobe fittings, introduction to his horse and stunt double, some refresher sword practice with Rufus Sewell, the chief villain, and a script meeting. Camden had already changed into jeans and a tight white T-shirt by the time she entered the pub to slide into the booth next to Sean late that evening. Looking up from the script pages on the table before him, he gathered her into a tight embrace, kissing her passionately, obscenely.

“Will ye' join me fer' the dinner tomorrow evenin', lass?” Sean asked, turning on his magic smile, 'Ye'll get ta' meet ever' bod-eh in the principal cast and maybe even keep me sober enough to be o' some use later.”

“Not only no, but Hell no!” Camden immediately answered, “I have to spend enough time all dressed up and being polite to strangers when I’m on VIP missions, doing it voluntarily is not my idea of a good time. Besides, I'm on the roster for duty officer tomorrow and have to stay in uniform. There's night fire scheduled on the mortar range and its pretty routine for there to be a couple of stuck round incidents. By the way, did you ever find out why all those paparazzi were staking out your hotel this morning?”

“Aye. Seems the castin' director fine-leh found me a luv' int'rest,” Sean mumbled almost bashfully staring at the tabletop, “She jest arrived ear-leh this mornin'.”

“Why did it take till the last minute to find someone?” Camden wondered aloud.

“I had final approval and till someone suggested her I jest didn’t like me choices o’ what were available,” Sean muttered in response.

“Being a bit fussy, eh?” Camden teased.

“Um, not reall-eh, it were jest hard te’ find someone to fit the profile,” Sean detailed, “She ‘ad to be somebod-eh who would look right in period costume as a 1822 lass who could pass as an American spy.

“Well, who did they get?” Camden demanded when he still failed to look up at her.

“An American, name o' Meg Ryan,” Sean finally answered, looking up to judge Camden's reaction, “apparently she's verra' popular in romantic comedies and Tom thought she’d be a good fit fer’ me.”

“Apparently popular? She's a little more than 'apparently popular', Sean,” Camden surprised him, “Surely you’ve heard of 'When Harry Met Sally' or 'You've Got Mail'?”

“Aye. She did a film wit’ me mate Hugh Jackman, too. What’s got me wonderin’ is why would she be interested in doin' television, even if it is HBO if she’s such a big star,” Sean puzzled, “an' a five episode arc at that?”

“She’s no stranger to television. She got her start on a daytime soap opera back in the early eighties. As for the timing, it's probably because she has been keeping a low profile ever since her disastrous fling with Russell Crowe and a nasty divorce from Dennis Quaid and is looking to regain her previous position at the top of the Hollywood heap,” Camden explained, “At one time she was called 'America's Sweetheart' ‘cuz she never would do nudity and was one of the highest-paid actresses in the world. Have they got you getting naked with her?”

“Aye, have they ever, an’ on the first day o’ shooting, too,” Sean said sheepishly, his fingers rubbing his temples, “Our scenes together are goin' ta' make Lady Chatter-leh look tamer than a fuckin' fairy tale. In broad daylight, in a haystack, no less!”

“You mean that they are doing a naked Sharpe butt scene with her the first day?” Camden asked with alarm, “Before you get to know her first?”

“Aye, ‘at’s how Tom likes to do it whenever ‘e can,” Sean explained, his ears turning from pink to bright red, “Better to actual-leh be goin’ through the process of gettin’ acquainted fer’ real at the same time as doin’ it on screen. Looks more natural, so he says.”

“Well, trust me, you don’t have anything to worry about,” Camden tried to soothe, reaching to stroke the soft hair curling behind his ear, “In fact, it's about time you showed off that magnificent ass of yours again.”

“Don't ye' mean me saggin' old man's arse?” Sean answered, flashing his mischievous grin and catching her hand in his, “It will prob'leh scare ever’ one off.”

“Well, I certainly hope it's not a saggin' old man's arse if I'm going to have to compete with the likes of Meg Ryan for it. It better be damn well worth the effort,” Camden fired off in a challenging tone, her lips curled into a sly grin while her hands slid behind him to grasp the firm mounds of his ass, “I think I might need a close inspection to make sure it's worth fighting her for. What have you been reading there?”

“Latest script changes fer’ tomorra’s love scene. About that inspection, jest how would ye' be doing that do ye' think?” Sean asked in a whisper, into her ear while a hand discreetly disappeared under the table to brush her already moist crotch through the fabric of her jeans, “Tell me. Tell me exact-leh what ye' want to do to me.”

Camden could barely find her voice to tell him anything as she felt the impact of his smoldering sexuality, raw and concentrated; wiping out all of her senses. “Hmmmm, I have an idea,” she whispered back after a short pause, her tongue teasing his ear lobe, her other hand moving down to rub against his hardening cock as he let out a low groan, “Why don’t we go on upstairs and rehearse it? You as Sharpe and I’ll play Meg’s part.”

“Well then, Nell Bloom,” Sean began, his green eyes glowering devilishly as he helped her out of the booth en route to her flat above the pub, “Do ye’ real-leh think ye’ can sneak up behind me wi’ a pistol and catch me wi’ me pants down?”

Once upstairs with shoes and jackets shed, Camden had to laugh as she read the script pages which described how, for once; Sharpe apparently gets wounded in such a place that it is mainly his pride that is injured by a woman that he both distrusts intensely and lusts after at the same time.

“So, this ‘Nell’ character that Sharpe knows has been following him for quite a while first shoots him in the ass and then takes him prisoner when he has his pants down around his ankles while he stops at a haystack to treat the wound,” Camden read with amusement, “Then, he gets the better of her, whipping the pistol out of her hand, ripping her bodice open and throwing her down into the hay. And then the rest, as described here, is an improvisation of a typical Sharpe reaction to having pinned a half-naked woman down in the hay?”

“Well, actuall-eh, it’s a ruse to find out who she is,” Sean corrected, “See, he spotted ‘er back at the inn the night b’fore, knowing she ‘ad been followin’ ‘im. It’s ‘is way o’ makin’ ‘er come out in the open, to show ‘er hand. He needs te know who she’s workin’ fer’ She shoots ‘im and misses, but he makes like ‘e’s been shot in the arse. Gives ‘im a good reason to get out o’ ‘is trousers, ‘cuz he noticed she were a right smart-lookin’ lass on top o’ it all. Like this.”

Sean, standing next to Camden’s bed, his back facing her, unfastened his jeans and slid them past his hips to collect at his feet. Then, in one fluid motion, he quickly spun around to grab her wrist with one hand and the front of her shirt with the other. As he jerked her around and down onto the bed her thin shirt and lacy bra ripped neatly open as he deftly kicked his own jeans completely off. As he pinned her down with the whole length of his body, a knee pushed her legs apart, his hardening cock pressing against her thigh.

Right at that point, Sean felt that old sensation that came over him every time he took on the cloak of Richard Sharpe. He felt himself become a completely different person. Sean was the swaggering, swashbuckling, womanizing Sharpe once again. His green eyes glistened like faceted emeralds as they glared deep into Camden’s, his lips unconsciously parted, allowing his tongue to brush across his upper teeth, his breathing deep, hard and fast. With one hand roughly caressing Camden’s bare shoulder and the other firmly entwined in the hair at the back of her neck, he bent in to kiss her; not his usual gently probing, soft kiss, but hard, hot and hard, a bruising kiss, his tongue forceful, driving deep.

Camden felt as if she had been transported to another time and place. This man bending her to his will wasn’t the Sean she had come to know. The hands assaulting her body and the mouth ravaging her lips belonged to someone else. This was a man who would waste no time on foreplay, whose intent was to possess her, to show her how completely and utterly at his mercy she was. The kind of man who was used to getting his way with any woman he wanted. Leaving her stunned mouth, he began working his way down to her breasts, kissing and nipping at her neck and shoulders. His breath was hot on her flesh, and his teeth grazed the trembling peaks of her nipples as he sucked them into his mouth. Kneading her breasts with his fingers, he drew moan after moan from her panting mouth as a searing fire burned in her loins. For the first time in her life, Camden knew what it felt like to be completely powerless, at the mercy of a man.

“Get those trousers off, lass,” Sean ordered gruffly, moving aside slightly.

Unable to find her voice, Camden could only do as he said. With trembling fingers, she first unfastened her jeans, pushing them down over her hips where he took over and finished removing them for her. He then roughly grabbed at her panties, tearing them away. She then unbuttoned his crisp tailored shirt and began to kiss her way across his smooth tight abdomen. She brushed her face against the soft, pale hairs lightly covering his chest, teasing his small, hard nipples with her lips and tongue. She could feel his cock growing even harder along her thigh, causing her to gasp as she felt it pulse in anticipation and she recognized her own trembling as a delicious combination of fear and lust.

Refusing to play along any longer, he opened her legs wider. He set his cock against her swollen, dripping folds and battered his way in, holding Camden’s hips and slamming into her like an invading army. Rising to meet his every thrust, she cried out in wild passion, unlike any sound he had ever heard come from her before, a sound delirious with sheer unbridled lust.

His cock drove on and on, driving her mad with a sensation that built at last to a cataclysmic peak. Camden came with a cry of feral joy as she felt the hot flood of his juice. She clung to him, shivering, while the intensity of her orgasm kept her clenching spasmodically around his spurting cock as he seemed to come forever.

It felt like hours before her breathing started to slow and Camden could feel him start to soften inside of her. When he finally slipped from her cunt and rolled off of her, she felt as though she had been abandoned; never had she been so thoroughly possessed, so utterly and completely lost in him. But who the hell is he? He sure isn’t Sean!

Several minutes passed before his breathing returned to normal. Opening his eyes, he turned back towards Camden only to find her studying him, the blue of her eyes intense, biting on her upper lip, her brows knitted in concentration.

“I’d like to know just who the hell you are?” Camden finally gasped with a raspy voice, ‘cuz you sure aren’t the Sean Bean I know.”

“You know who I am. My name is Sharpe,” Sean answered, a crooked grin spreading over his face, “Richard Sharpe.”
- 16
- 17
- 18
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Sharpe's Sergeant