This is a really old story. I offer it up as a character intro for potential RP partners.
“I am spent m’lord. I doubt I can feel my legs, let alone move them.” She watched as he chuckled, gazing with appreciation if not disappointment as he clothed himself. He looked back at her, dark curly hair framing a pleasant face. The fullness of his lips caused her a tiny shiver as she lay in bed remembering their touch.
“How else could I escape your ravenous appetites, Giselle, but to leave you hobbled from exhaustion.” His voice matched the richness of her velvet bedcurtains. “Best stay out my reach then, good sir,” she cooed, “Lest I drag you back into its confines with my arms.” She laughed, naked as she crawled towards him. He stepped playfully back, slipping the chain of fob through the buttonhole of his gold threaded vest.
“I think not, m’lady. We have dallied too…” Somewhere in the house a door slammed. “Long.” The two raised a single eyebrow at each other as a rush came up the stairs. She had barely time to conceal herself with a sheet before the bedroom door swung open. “Look mother. Look at what we…”
The eyes of the young woman settled on her unclothed mother and her gentleman caller. “Mother!” She cried.
“Abigail!” her mother retorted.
“Abigail?” the young man asked, recognition dawning across his face. He looked back to the woman on the bed. “I would never have thought that little thing… with the tongue… a matter of genetics. Fine breeding madam.” She smiled and blushed at the complement.
“Ro!’ Abigail hissed from the doorframe. Her nostrils flared in anger. “Father!” she screamed.
Lt. Ichiro “Ro” Falconer, slipped his waistcoat from a chair and around his shoulders in one swift motion as he looked for another exit. Damn his poor reconnaissance. A second story window seemed his only other means of escape. The sound of heavy footfalls told him the enemy had taken the stairs.
“Colonel!” Ro called as he recognized the man. Once again, he looked to the figure on the bed. She had let the sheet drop. “An excellent choice, madam. A fine man. Hardly hated at all by his troops.” A smile spread across her face as if she was enjoying the confrontation.
“You sir are out of uniform!”
“Well yes, colonel,” Ro fumbled for something in his pocket. “A little less so than a few moments ago, but yes.”
The large man roared through the room, tugging at the sword at his side. Ro frantically worked a small piece of paper between his fingers, then opened his hands wide. A blossom of brilliant paper butterflies filled the room to impede the colonel’s progress. Offering the matron a wink and a smile, Ro slipped out the window to the ground below.
“Sean!” He called. “Quickly Sean!” A young man emerged from a nearby shadow. “And what does keeping watch mean to you lad?” he berated the boy. Sean began to speak when his eyes opened wide. Ro turned to spy the good colonel readying a quantum musket. “Run, lad! Run!”
The two fled down the street, the buzzing sound of the weapon filling the thoroughfare. “Oh, ye’ve done it this time for sure Lieutenant,” said the young man between breaths. “Looks like it’s the front for us!”