In Their Time of Need.

Title: In Their Time of Need.

Author: Lizzie

Distribution: If you have a site you want it on there. Just ask me.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Characters. Or the rights to the movie or anything blah blah blah you know the drill.

Rating: NC-17 (HOT SWEATY SEX!!!)

Summary: Takes place right after Paris pulls Briseis towards the tunnel. They share a moment.

Spoilers: Yes, if you have not seen the movie.

Feedback: Yes please. I need it. I crave it. And its what keeps me writing.

Notes: I might write another story to go with this one. But we shall see. Until then it stands alone.

Thanks: To me! hahahaha

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Paris had grabbed Briseis just in time. Whisking her away before more Greek Warriors came to the scene of Achilles dead. Within the walls of a long hallway that led them down to the passage way, he held onto his cousin tightly. He took notice of qui quiet state. The shine upon her cheeks from her fallen tears. Where there once was a bright and happy girl, now seemed to be a broken woman.

They quickly got to the passage way. And Paris let go of Briseis long enough to get her inside and close and lock the door securely behind them. He grabbed her again in his one arm and his other hand holds a torch now, to light their way.

Walking in silence as Briseis clings to Paris, and he her. They move along the tunnel slowly. It gets pretty dark in parts, but others it is not so bad. It had seemed like they had been walking for hours already. And there was no sight of the others. Which mean they had a good head start or were already out. Either way Paris hoped they were all safe.

Briseis keeps her eyes to the ground as she walks along with Paris. Almost letting him drag her along the tunnel. She felt no energy within her being. This night had gone from bad to worse. And there was nothing to could do to stop it. And the image of Achilles falling in her head. And then him dying in her arms. Too much death had she seen today. She doesn't notice at first but soon its abundantly clear that her legs are giving out beneath. Falling to her knees she stays down on all fours. Briseis screams out. It is a horrid sound to the ears. All her pain and suffering mixed in with the loss of love.

Paris quickly finds a safe place to set the torch down. Getting down on his knees beside Briseis he puts a hand on her back. "Briseis please find enough comfort in me to tell me what is wrong."

Briseis turned her head to look at Paris. The tears in her eyes shone. "You killed the only man I have ever loved. Was there not enough death that you had to add another?" Her words were cold and biting. And she wasn't sure she meant any of them. No matter if she were mad at Paris, she could never hate him. She loved him too much to hate him. "A man died by my hands tonight." Her voice was low and void of any emotion. "It was kill or be killed. And so I killed Agamemnon as he tried to strangle me to death."

Paris just stared at his Cousin. Her words were so cold. And the look on her face was as though all fire and passion had burned right out of her. He put his hands on her shoulders forcing her to sit back and look at him. "Oh dear Briseis." His hands smoothed over each side of her face. "I never meant to hurt you the way I have tonight." And it was true. He had never meant to hurt her. But when he saw Achilles, all he could think about was Hector and the way Achilles had treated him as though he nothing but a rag doll. "But all I could think of was Hector." And with the passing of his Brother's name his voice hitched. He looked away from Briseis for a moment, to compose himself. Looking back he wiped some of her tears away. "I am sorry you had to endure Agamemnon. But never be sorry for killing him. He deserved every bit he got. He was a greedy man, who deserved nothing more than to die by your hands."

Briseis stared at Paris. His soft hands on her face comforting her. His words making so much sense. But not dulling the pain as much as she had wished they would. And the name of Hector hitching on his voice made her heart ache for him. "I am sorry we have both lost so much.." She said leaning into him, her own hands moving up to his face.

In a time when they should be running further away they found themselves finding comfort in their moment of truth here on the ground. "I love you Paris, and I could never hate you." And she knew now these words were true.

Paris lets one hand smooth down her cheek to her neck. "I love you as well, Briseis." A love maybe not so pure of heart, as he pulled her forward and into a kiss. It was nothing too deep or demanding. She could push him away and smack him easily. But Briseis didn't. She pulled him closer and clung to him. Lips firmly pressed together they found it comforting. Slowly it moved into something deeper. More frantic, and demanding.

Briseis put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away. She had realized who she was kissing. She brought her hand up quickly and slapped him square across the face. And as she brought her hand up again to smack him, Paris caught her wrist in his hand stopping her. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her again. Taking what he wanted. She bit down on his lip hard, but she didn't stop returning the kiss. Maybe the smack was for allowing herself to want this, to need it. But she wouldn't analyze it now. She would allow him to pull her into a world that was just them.

Paris sucked her tongue into his mouth as his hands worked their way into her hair. It was no lie, Briseis was one of the most beautiful things in his life. He would never have taken advantage of her before this. She was so pure and unso. Bu. But now, he knew better. He tore his mouth from hers and made a trail of hot wet kisses down her neck. Letting his teeth scrape against the soft flesh the covered her collar bone, he marveled in the little moans that escaped her lips.

Pushing Paris away, Briseis lifted one of his arms. She slowly began to take the metal cuffs off. The one from his upper arm and the then one that covered him from wrist to elbow. Setting them down she did the next arm. Once both arms were free of the armor she ran her fingers from wrist up to his shoulder. She looked up into his eyes. "I believe its time for the armor to come off." Came the whispered words. And it didn't take him long to discard it with her help. And soon more naked flesh stared her in the face. Sure Paris was not as built as Achilles, but he was still nice to look at. Her hands began to wander, and her lips explore.

Paris pulled her up and stare at her for a long moment. He pushed hair from her face and then let his hands slip down her neck, shoulders, brushed over her breasts making her nipples harden, down her sides, right down to the edge of her gown. He slowly began lifting it up. His fingers skimminr nar naked flesh as he moved his hands upwards. Up over her legs, to her thighs, her hips, up her sides, up the sides of her breasts. Stopping a moment to allow her to lift her arms before he finished removing the gown from her body. He allowed the garment to fall to the ground beside them.

Sitting back on his heels Paris stared at Briseis' naked form. His eyes drank her in. She was so beautiful. His hand reached out and touched her cheek. His thumb slowly making circles. Briseis nuzzled the side of her face into his hand. "Now that I am completely bare to you..." She whispered. "It is your turn to finish baring yourself to me."

Paris leaned in and kissed her again but not for long. Before standing he helped Bri out of her sandals. Once done he stood bed bent in half taking his own sandals off. He then worked on getting his skirt off. When successful he let it slip down his legs slowly and stepped out of it pushing it to the side. He stroked the side of Bri's face as he stood before her. Her big eyes staring up at him. Taking in his beautiful naked form. She turned her head and kissed the palm of his hand before she pulled him down to the ground with her again.

Briseis let her hands begin to explore Paris' naked flesh. Her soft frs trs trailed over his shoulders and down his arms. Her eyellowllowed the trail her fingers made. And as they moved lower her eyes did as well. She quickly caught sight of the wound Paris had gotten from his fight with Menelaus. It was healing into a very nasty jagged scar. Ever so slowly she traced her. Her fingers delicate in their movements. She didn't want to cause him anymore pain. "It looks so angry." Her voice hitched and tears welled up in her eyes again. "So much death.. They could have killed you too Paris."

"But they did not Briseis. I am alive and well. I am here with you." His hands smoothed her hair back from her face. He then let his fingers skim her cheeks to brush her fallen tears away. He slowly helped Briseis to lay down on her gown, so not to get too dirty. His hands touched her face softly before he leaned down and kissed her. His hands began to move lower. Learning every inch of her body. Filling away all her reactions to what. He never knew if this would happen again. And he may just have to keep it as a memory.

Their tongues dueled for what seemed like forever, in a slow sensual battle for control. Pariswly wly pulled away from the kiss. He surveyed her face. She was so beautiful. It seemed as though she were shinning. He pressed his lips to her again for a moment before they began to descend down her neck. He wanted to taste all of her, touch all of her. His lips and tongue glided across her skin. Down her neck and to her collar bone, he concentrated his attention there for awhile, using his teeth to softly scrape the skin.

Briseis laid beneath Parisherihering with great pleasure. Her hands moving to grip his shoulders. He was slowly driving her out of her mind. Her skin taking on a thin coat of sweat. Her breathing was becoming shallow and she couldn't keep herself from moaning out loud. Her head rolled back, allowing him all the access he wanted.


Paris relished in her reactions. The way her body moved under him, the intake of her breath if he bit too hard into her flesh. The way she began to glisten with sweat. Her sweet sweet smell. It was intoxicating. He moved his left hand to her breast. Fingers lightly brushing against her nipple. Slowly he moved his mouth to cover the sensitive skin, where his fingers had just been. He reveled in the noises she made. He bit down softly, testing the reaction.

Briseis moved her hands up to Paris' head. Her fingers weaved into his hair. Biting down on her bottom lip she moaned loudly, pressing his head into her breast. The sensations he was creating all settled between her legs. She could feel herself growing hotter by the minute. She pressed herself up into him. Her hips grinding against him to relieve some of the pressure building.

As his mouth worked her breast his hand slowly slipped down over her stomach. He felt her stiffen and then relax under his touch. His hand moved down over her hip, and down her leg. He began making small circles on her thigh with his thumb. His mouth still busy on her breast. His tongue swirling around her nipple, teeth pulling on it. Teasing her until she was raw, and softly begging for more. His hand slowly made its way between her legs.

Briseis closed her eyes tight. Her whole body was humming for Paris' touch. And as his hand made its way between her legs it began to scream for more. She wasn't sure she could have enough. Using her hands that were still weaved into his hair she yanked his head up to her face and devoured his lips. Her tongue and teeth taking control. She wrapped one leg around his hip. Opening herself to him more.

Paris reveled in the manner Briseis had taken control of his mouth. He liked how she had become aggressive. Most woman were just meek and not about taking what they wanted. His hand pressed between her legs. Her heat was overwhelming. Two fingers worked their way into her. He almost lost it over how wet she was. He marveled in the way her hips began rocking immediately to the rhythm he had started.

The moment he touched her, she wanted to burst. Her nerves were all on end. Everything was moving in slow motion. When she wanted nothing more than for it to be fast. Her hips moved up to meet his fingers. She wanted him deeper. She was becoming frustrated. She growled low in her throat and bit down on Paris' bottom lip. "Enough.. lets have at it. What we both want." She panted against his lips. She now had both legs wrapped around his hips. She wiggled against him enticing him invitingly.

How could he deny hHe cHe couldn't. He removed his hand from between her legs and settled it on her hip. Pulling away only far enough to peer down at her, he took her in. He took the moment in. He couldn't understand it. He had been known for bedding woman. Being a great seducer and lover. But here he was with Briseis and he could feel himself trembling. Briseis was having an effect on him. Making him feel vulnerable, open and raw. Pushing past that he slowly settles between her legs. His thumb presses against her lips. Her big brown eyes pulling him. "Beautiful." The whispered falls from his lips as he enters her slowly.

Briseis was so wrapped up in Paris' beautiful brown orbs that she was taken a bit by surprise when he entered her. Her lips formed a perfect little O as a gasp fell forth. She reviled in the way he filled her. Her hands moved up his arms and to his shoulders. She moved her head up to capture hiss ins in a heated kiss, her hands slipping down his sweaty back, down to his ass. She grabbed it firmly and pressed him into her harder. This time it elicited a scream instead of a gasp.

Paris pulled away from the kiss and looked down at Briseis. His face full of concern. "Did that hurt you?"

"No." She smiled. "Shhhh I am fine." And she attacked his mouth with her own again. Biting into his bottom lip as her hands pressed down on his arse again. She tipped her hips up just right and cried out in pleasure.

One hand rested on her hip. The other tangled into her hair. He pressed down into her reveling in the moans it was causing to come from her lips. She was alive under him. She was on fire. And he had set that fire. He pulled out excruciatingly slow and then pushed back into her quickly. His bit down on her bottom lip eliciting more moans. A grunt left his lips as he felt nails dig into the flesh of his ass. Pain and pleasure mixogetogether was always enjoyable.

The glow that cast on their sweaty naked bodies making them glisten as the light from the torch flickered. Shadows cast against the walls. Two bodies making beautiful poetry together. Moans, whispered praises, lips touching. Hands roaming over smooth skin.

Paris grabbed hold of Briseis' leg as he delved into her deeply. She felt so wonderful. Surrounding him everywhere. Her scent, her touch. All the sensations were building and mounting. And he could feel it all whirling around them. He moved his mouth from hers and moved down to her breasts. He sucked one of the hard nipples into his mouth working it with his teeth slowly.

Briseis' head rolled back and forth. She spread her legs wider for him, her hips tipping up meeting his every thrust. Deeper and deeper. And now the assault his mouth was making on her nipple was driving her mad. "Oooh.. Mmm Paris.." One hand tangled into his hair pressing his head down into her breast firmly as the other laid on his ass. Her nails biting into his skin.

Paris' mouth let go of her nipple. And quickly he grabbed onto her hips and flipped them over so that Briseis were now on top. He smiled at the moan that it caused from her. His hands on her hips he steadied her rhythm. Helping her get use to the new position.

Briseis put her hands on Paris' shoulders bracing herself and getting comfortable. It didn't take long for them to find their rhythm again. And she liked this new position. She liked the feeling of being in charge and looking down on Paris as he touched her here and there. Rising up and down she began to feel higher and higher. Her head clouded with pure pleasure. Her head rolled to the side, eyes closed lips parted, moans coursing forward.

Paris couldn't believe his eyes. It was almost like this new position had set Briseis free. She was more open. And the way she was moving and getting lost in it only turned him on more. And made him work harder to bring her to her peak. One hand on her hip the other up in her hair, pulling her down into a kiss. He was there on the edge and he wanted her to come with him.

The slight shift in lowering herself so she could kiss Paris set her off. She could feel everything tighten. And her movements quickened. Her eyes closed tight as she drank from his mouth. Her body began to tremble with pleasure as she fell into pure sexual bliss. It felt like her whole body was bursting. Her senses were so heightened she could feel every little thing going on.

When Paris felt her clench around him that was it. He was going over. Right along with Briseis. Moving up into her frantically as his head spun from all that was Briseis. His seed filled her and he was still feeling the effects of the pleasure coursing through him.

Briseis arched her back letting it all go. Letting her orgasm take her over. Rule her. She called his name in the heat of the moment before slumping forward and panting loudly against his chest.

They laid there like that for awhile. Still connected. Small kisses, and whispered words. Touching and caressing. Lost in their time together. Before it dawned that they needed to let go and move on. To find the rest of the group that was ahead of them. To forget about this, about what they shared.

They moved apart even though it was hard to do, but they did it. Standing on shaky legs they both dressed. Neither dared to look at the other as they did so. Once done Briseis looked up at Paris. She pushed some of his hair from his forehead. "Thank you for this." She began in a whisper. "I know where your heart truly lies, and mine as well. This was beautiful though. I would never trade it Paris. Never. I love you so." And she pressed her lips to his in one last kiss. Paris would have spoken but he was too afraid of what he might say. So he let it be and picked up the torch and began walking their path once more.