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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 6 Round Two

Camden slowly turned around to take a look down the entryway, only to notice the walls were lined with nicely framed photographs. Sean, hitching his trousers back up over his hips, watched her trying to focus in the low light of the hall. He almost panicked to think that she might figure out why his name sounded so familiar. Surely she would recognize the candid shots of Sean with his celebrity friends and costars as well as cast-signed posters from nearly every production he had ever been in. Operating on autopilot, Sean swept Camden off her feet, effectively distracting her and quickly carried her up to his bedroom, setting her down at the foot of the bed. This was the first woman he had been with in he couldn't even remember how long that was fucking Shaun from Sheffield, not Sean Bean Movie Star. He knew she would probably figure it out soon enough; he just wanted it to be later rather than sooner.

Camden didn't fully understand her own senses. They had to be lying to her, numbed by too much alcohol, but she couldn't help but feel warm and sensuously alive in the presence of this man with the green eyes that could see through to her very soul and the smile that made the rest of the world just disappear. He let his trousers fall to the floor, kicking them off along with his shoes and socks. Sean's long, tightly-muscled arms completely enveloped her as she looked up at him and he kissed her, hot and firmly, yet tenderly. His tongue flicked between her lips as he lifted her off the floor and moved her backwards onto the bed. They both collapsed, laughing, but quickly got very serious.

Sean questioned her silently, with just a look. Up until now, Camden had been in the driver's seat; now it was Sean's turn at the accelerator, knowing full well what he wanted, yet he was going to leave it up to her to do the steering. The force of her personality would demand it. He could almost hear the gears of her mind turn as she concentrated on how to respond, giving him a moment to appreciate the captivating spitfire before him. As his fingers gently massaged the area behind her ear, Sean could feel the soft waves of her short blond hair brushing the back of his hand, making his breath quicken. He felt his cock steadily rise, rhythmically throbbing, hot and eager, as she locked her steady blue gaze on his seductive green gaze, her hands gently stroking the most magnificent ass she had ever seen or felt on a man.

“Go ahead,” Camden purred, opening her legs wide, “You know you want to. I dare you.”

“Aye, a dare is it?” Sean inquired, his tongue licking his lips, “Should I worr-eh fer me life if I fail, lass?”

“Failure is not an option,” Camden teased.

Camden almost came from the feel of Sean's wet tongue expertly teasing her nipples, first one, then the other. He was agonizingly slow, methodical, almost sadistic. Every flicker sent bolts of electricity down her spine, right into her pussy. His long, sensuous fingers teased every inch of her flesh, from the lobes of her ears down to her delicate toes. As they moved up the insides of her thighs, Camden thought she would finally go over the edge.

“Don't come, lass,” Sean murmured, hands pausing in their march towards her soaking pussy, “I want you to come on my cock.”

Camden had no words, only primal moans and soft growls. Her body tingled and writhed all over from his touch, the softness of his shaggy blond hair teasing her skin as he kissed his way up her inner thighs until his tongue thrust in and out of her and he lapped up her juices hungrily, teasing her swollen folds, flicking a finger over her rigid clit with a feather's touch.

“You'd better fuck me, Sean,” She gasped, “If you don't want me to come right now, you'd really better fuck me.”

Aware of how close to coming he was himself, Sean had purposely kept his pulsating cock from her touch. His flaming balls felt ready to explode. Now, moving up over her, he let her warm hand wrap around it to guide it between her swollen pussy lips. Two short thrusts and he slipped all the way in, thrilling at her gasps as he filled her liquid void. Camden grasped his firm ass, pulling it as tight as she could against her, wanting to feel every inch of him fill her slick channel.

Sean wanted to savor every exquisite sensation as he began stroking her slow and easy. She was tight, hot and wet; milking him with her muscled canal, groaning and gasping as she lifted her pelvis with every thrust; their hot, sensitized lips locked in constant embrace as his tongue probed deep in search of hers. As Sean picked up the pace, her own hands moved to her mound, pressing down hard to squeeze the roof of her cunt down on top of his cock, both of them groaning loudly as if slivers of molten silver had shot through their bodies. Sean picked up his pace once again, spurts of force slamming their groins together.

“Come, Sean,” she gasped as her pussy began to tremble around his surging cock, “Come with me.”

At the sound of her liquid voice saying his own name, Sean couldn't hold out any longer. As their bodies joined as tightly as they could get, they came together. The whole city of London had to have heard Camden's orgasm. Sean groaned nearly as loud as his blazing pillar of fiery seed exploded into her depths, sending her into spasms that milked him dry.

Long minutes passed as they were frozen in time in the aftermath of their mutual orgasms. Sean cradled Camden against his chest, curling his hands into her baby fine hair. Within moments, she was like a china doll dozing in the safety of his arms. Closing his eyes, Sean wondered at the great luck that had brought this wondrous creature into his life at this particular time. As he drifted off, his mind wandering, he tried to see ahead to what the morning would bring.

The sun was just breaking as Camden stirred. A rush of images flooded her brain as she realized she was not in some typical hotel room between coarse sheets. No, this was not what she had expected; these sheets were mink-soft Egyptian cotton, the pillows overstuffed down and everything had a distinctly masculine scent. As she lifted her head she felt the familiar flavor of a hangover. A slight one, but there nonetheless. As she turned to see the dashing green-eyed man lying close against her naked skin, she began to recall the circumstances of the previous night.

Yes, I remember. His name is Sean. Sean Bean. And, if I don't get out of here before he wakes, I'll never be able to leave. I can remember telling myself that this one could be dangerous. Don't know exactly why at the moment, but I'm sure it will come to me eventually.

Silently slipping out of the oversized bed, Camden felt her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Afraid of turning on any lights, she groped along the floor for her clothes, struggling to put them on as she went along the entry hall.

“Where the hell are my panties?” she whispered out loud to herself, knocking some sort of sword off the wall with a loud clatter, “Oh hell, forget it and just get out of here, girl.”

As she silently latched the heavy oak door behind her, she noticed the light come on in the upstairs bedroom. She was relieved to see up the street the sign for the Belsize Station. A short dash and she was quickly swallowed up by the dawn's half-light as she ducked into the entrance.

Sean woke with a fog clouding his brain, having been woken by a loud noise from downstairs. He hadn't had that much to drink the night before, so he knew he didn't have a hangover. Yet, he felt spent, as though all his energy had been sucked from his body. But, he didn't feel empty. He felt comfort and fulfillment, at peace with himself. Reaching across the bed he found only the disappointment of empty space. He wrapped a sheet about him and headed downstairs to see what had woken him. With hope in his heart, he found only an eerily quiet, empty house.

Are ye goin' daft, boyo? It wer all a dream. The blue-eyed lass tweren't real at all. Tweren't real at all. If she'd a been real, surely she'd still be wit ya in yer bed? Strange dream to have a name such as Camden Cantrell. No way ya coulda’ made that one up. What's this?

There, on the floor of the hallway. Sharpe's cavalry sword had been knocked off its mounting. As he bent to pick it up he caught sight of a piece of fabric lying under the sword's belt. Holding it up, he could see that it was just a bit of black lace. No, not just a bit of black lace, but a pair of women's panties. Raising them to his face, he inhaled the scent of her, the scent of bergamot and coriander mixed with the musky scent of arousal. Yes, he knew she had been real. His vivid memory of her, her every move, every expression, the taste of her, assured him that she hadn't just been some bit of fluff from a bar or a crazed fan out for a one-night stand with a movie star. This one was different. This one had wanted Shaun from Sheffield, nothing more. But why did she go? He had to find her. He knew her name and he knew a lot of the law enforcement types who frequented the Wellington. Someone there would know Camden Cantrell. He would find her. By God, I'll find her.
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