Holding My Last Breath
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Category:
S through Z › Troy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
6,732
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Troy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten- All of the Things That Make You Who You Are
Achilles and Pat shared many traits. Even at one years old, his father's nature showed itself. He was stubborn sometimes, wanting not to do as his parents or nurse directed. He never threw temper tantrums, but sat, staring at the person he deemed his opposition. The green eyes of the child cut through almost everyone, even Achilles. All save Briseis.
She could stare him right back, dead silence between them for hours. The baby always yielded, the swirling brown of her eyes rock hard then suddenly soft and kindly. He'd giggle at first, then slowly but surely, walk over to his mother's arms. He just started to walk, holding onto everything to reach his destination. His favorite support being his father.
Achilles sat, arm extended as Pat gripped his hand and walked from one point to another. He moved with a confident step, wobbling with each movement. But his father was always right there, preventing his fall. You could see the pride and happiness in Achilles' face whenever his was with Pat.
He turned out to be more of a father than his ever could. One could trace back Achilles' monastic lifestyle to his father always being gone. Even when he saw him, he was told to stay away and let Peleus rest. Fearing his son might find him like that, he spent as much time as he could with his baby boy. He adored him and the sediment was the same.
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Achilles lay in bed, watching the moon slowly ascend the sky. His fingers twisted in Briseis' hair. Her head was on his chest, warm breaths floating across his bare skin. They hadn't seen much of each other that week, negotiations and meetings between nations causing the rift.
She was asleep when he entered the room. Her pink night dress covering herside of the bed. She shivered slightly from the breeze but found warmth as Achilles wrapped his arms around her. Now she held tight to him, recognizing his skin, scent and heat even in unconscious sleep.
His thoughts drifted in and out. He realized how much time he had spent with just his son and not her. Although she made no complaint, he felt as if he neglected her. It had been since before Pat was born that they spent time together as a husband and wife. She shifted against him, hand sliding down to his abs. He turned his head and kissed her forehead, inhaling the scent of fresh jasmine off her curls.
But it wasn't just the meetings that put a time constrain on them; it was Achilles himself. The negotiations weren't going as well as thought and war was imminent. He didn't want to fight, but he made a truce with many nations and if they went to war, he went to support. Briseis knew of the negotiations being harsh, but to his knowledge, she hadn't heard of anything else.
How could he tell her? Together, they found a peace and joy that only myths spoke of. He didn't want to leave his wife and son to ride into battle. The great warrior Achilles wanted no bloodshed. Yet if he didn't, he risked war on his lands; then their lives would be in direct danger.
The soft of her lips pressed against his neck. She was awake and watching him as thoughts ran through him. He smiled and leaned in, cupping the side of her face, kissing her with a gentle possession. Briseis pulled herself closer, savoring his heated breath and kisses on her neck. He pulled back and stroked her cheek.
"What is it?," she asked, seeing something behind the steel shield of his eyes.
"Nothing," he said softly, letting his gaze follow his fingers. He stroked the column of her neck with a feather-light touch. "I haven't seen you in a long time."
"I've always been here," she smiled quietly. He smiled as well, happy to see she wasn't bitter or upset with him. They sat for a second in silence, then kissed again.
His hands found the side of her thighs, squeezing them tightly as she pushed against him. Her clothes found themselves floating down to the floor. He rolled on top of her, moving against her skin with a desperate, hungry need. She massaged the bridge of his shoulders, letting her fingers scrap on his tanned skin. Achilles pressed his lips to her bare stomach, moving slowly up her center back to her lips.
Briseis couldn't stop her voice from raising. Her legs held tightly around Achilles' body, holding her as close as possible. He rocked back and forth, face brushing the her neck and chest. She felt everything she missed, the heat, the passion, the motion. All of it built up, each one causing her to moan vociferously. The soft of her thighs on his lower waist combined with their sweat made them both insane with need.
She pulled herself up to him, crying out with always unexpected euphoria. He held her close, grasping so hard that any more would break her rib cage in a second. They fell back onto the bed, panting heavily. They lay motionless for a while until Achilles lips found her breast. His breath against the delicate flesh sent another set off another set of moans. Briseis laid back in his arms, letting him touch her, knowing that tonight, they would have no sleep.
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Briseis sat watching the sunrise alone. Achilles was still asleep. They made the decision for war the night before, keeping him away until the early morning. She watched as he lay, Pat on his chest sleeping as well. Tears crept into the corners of her eyes, realizing how long he might be away. Their child would grow in that time, Achilles unable to witness his trials and experiences.
The heat of the sun touched her back, making her turn and look out. The water sparkled and shimmered under the new day. The city was waking up, the market already alive with early shoppers. Briseis leaned against the wall were it met with the balcony. She felt tired and dreary, but with Achilles leaving in the late morning, it was understandable.
"Briseis?" She turned as Achilles came out on the balcony. tooktook his arm in her's and leaned against him. He kissed her forehead, combing the hair out of her face. He knew she was worried about his departure. He told her after the night they spent together about the negotiations. Automatically, a sadness came over her features.
"How long will you be gone?"
"A month, maybe two. I will return as soon as I can." He felt her nod against him, pressing her face into his forearm. Achilles shifted his arm up and pulled her into a hug. Briseis snuggled close to him, closing her eyes tightly. He pulled back slightly to look into her face. She didn't look up because of the tears slowly falling down her cheeks. He cupped her chin, pulling it up gently. They locked eyes, a warmth growing within their hearts.
"Promise me one thing?"
"Anything."
"Come home to us."
"Always."
Achilles and Pat shared many traits. Even at one years old, his father's nature showed itself. He was stubborn sometimes, wanting not to do as his parents or nurse directed. He never threw temper tantrums, but sat, staring at the person he deemed his opposition. The green eyes of the child cut through almost everyone, even Achilles. All save Briseis.
She could stare him right back, dead silence between them for hours. The baby always yielded, the swirling brown of her eyes rock hard then suddenly soft and kindly. He'd giggle at first, then slowly but surely, walk over to his mother's arms. He just started to walk, holding onto everything to reach his destination. His favorite support being his father.
Achilles sat, arm extended as Pat gripped his hand and walked from one point to another. He moved with a confident step, wobbling with each movement. But his father was always right there, preventing his fall. You could see the pride and happiness in Achilles' face whenever his was with Pat.
He turned out to be more of a father than his ever could. One could trace back Achilles' monastic lifestyle to his father always being gone. Even when he saw him, he was told to stay away and let Peleus rest. Fearing his son might find him like that, he spent as much time as he could with his baby boy. He adored him and the sediment was the same.
****************************************
Achilles lay in bed, watching the moon slowly ascend the sky. His fingers twisted in Briseis' hair. Her head was on his chest, warm breaths floating across his bare skin. They hadn't seen much of each other that week, negotiations and meetings between nations causing the rift.
She was asleep when he entered the room. Her pink night dress covering herside of the bed. She shivered slightly from the breeze but found warmth as Achilles wrapped his arms around her. Now she held tight to him, recognizing his skin, scent and heat even in unconscious sleep.
His thoughts drifted in and out. He realized how much time he had spent with just his son and not her. Although she made no complaint, he felt as if he neglected her. It had been since before Pat was born that they spent time together as a husband and wife. She shifted against him, hand sliding down to his abs. He turned his head and kissed her forehead, inhaling the scent of fresh jasmine off her curls.
But it wasn't just the meetings that put a time constrain on them; it was Achilles himself. The negotiations weren't going as well as thought and war was imminent. He didn't want to fight, but he made a truce with many nations and if they went to war, he went to support. Briseis knew of the negotiations being harsh, but to his knowledge, she hadn't heard of anything else.
How could he tell her? Together, they found a peace and joy that only myths spoke of. He didn't want to leave his wife and son to ride into battle. The great warrior Achilles wanted no bloodshed. Yet if he didn't, he risked war on his lands; then their lives would be in direct danger.
The soft of her lips pressed against his neck. She was awake and watching him as thoughts ran through him. He smiled and leaned in, cupping the side of her face, kissing her with a gentle possession. Briseis pulled herself closer, savoring his heated breath and kisses on her neck. He pulled back and stroked her cheek.
"What is it?," she asked, seeing something behind the steel shield of his eyes.
"Nothing," he said softly, letting his gaze follow his fingers. He stroked the column of her neck with a feather-light touch. "I haven't seen you in a long time."
"I've always been here," she smiled quietly. He smiled as well, happy to see she wasn't bitter or upset with him. They sat for a second in silence, then kissed again.
His hands found the side of her thighs, squeezing them tightly as she pushed against him. Her clothes found themselves floating down to the floor. He rolled on top of her, moving against her skin with a desperate, hungry need. She massaged the bridge of his shoulders, letting her fingers scrap on his tanned skin. Achilles pressed his lips to her bare stomach, moving slowly up her center back to her lips.
Briseis couldn't stop her voice from raising. Her legs held tightly around Achilles' body, holding her as close as possible. He rocked back and forth, face brushing the her neck and chest. She felt everything she missed, the heat, the passion, the motion. All of it built up, each one causing her to moan vociferously. The soft of her thighs on his lower waist combined with their sweat made them both insane with need.
She pulled herself up to him, crying out with always unexpected euphoria. He held her close, grasping so hard that any more would break her rib cage in a second. They fell back onto the bed, panting heavily. They lay motionless for a while until Achilles lips found her breast. His breath against the delicate flesh sent another set off another set of moans. Briseis laid back in his arms, letting him touch her, knowing that tonight, they would have no sleep.
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Briseis sat watching the sunrise alone. Achilles was still asleep. They made the decision for war the night before, keeping him away until the early morning. She watched as he lay, Pat on his chest sleeping as well. Tears crept into the corners of her eyes, realizing how long he might be away. Their child would grow in that time, Achilles unable to witness his trials and experiences.
The heat of the sun touched her back, making her turn and look out. The water sparkled and shimmered under the new day. The city was waking up, the market already alive with early shoppers. Briseis leaned against the wall were it met with the balcony. She felt tired and dreary, but with Achilles leaving in the late morning, it was understandable.
"Briseis?" She turned as Achilles came out on the balcony. tooktook his arm in her's and leaned against him. He kissed her forehead, combing the hair out of her face. He knew she was worried about his departure. He told her after the night they spent together about the negotiations. Automatically, a sadness came over her features.
"How long will you be gone?"
"A month, maybe two. I will return as soon as I can." He felt her nod against him, pressing her face into his forearm. Achilles shifted his arm up and pulled her into a hug. Briseis snuggled close to him, closing her eyes tightly. He pulled back slightly to look into her face. She didn't look up because of the tears slowly falling down her cheeks. He cupped her chin, pulling it up gently. They locked eyes, a warmth growing within their hearts.
"Promise me one thing?"
"Anything."
"Come home to us."
"Always."