The Frozen Bride

Davis stared at the two intruders in utter shock. Quinn wasted no time in yanking his pistol from its holster and pointing it at him. 

"OFF HER, NOW!!!" He yelled, cocking the hammer. 

Davis turned his head slightly and grinned. 

"You think you scare me?" he said in a sinister voice. 

"Don't make me ask twice." 

Davis stood up, his eyes boring holes into Quinn's. In one swift move he lifted his leg and brought it down onto Eleanor's shoulder. She cried out in pain.

"Quiet, whore!" He ordered her. For Quinn that was the last straw. Without a second thought he pulled the trigger. His ears were ringing as he watched the color drain from Davis's face. The captain hit the floorboards with a hollow thud. 

"Oh my god..." A blood spattered Eleanor whispered. Quinn wasted no time and rushed to her side. 

"Eleanor...Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" 

All she could manage was a slight shake of her head. 

"Quinn we need to leave, that gunshot was loud enough to wake the dead." Tom warned. Nate came stumbling into the room as if to illustrate Tom's point.

"I heard a shot! Is everyone...." He trailed off at the sight of the dead captain slumped in a pool of blood on the floor. "Oh my god..." Nate nearly threw up.

Quinn swept Eleanor into his arms and hurried out the door. "Tom, get our stuff. Nate, get a dingy ready. We've no time to lose." 

The men leaped into action. From the upper deck they could hear shouts from the crew. They were running out of time. In a matter of seconds Tom had their few belongings tied in a bundle and thrown over his back. 

"Eleanor let's go." Quinn put her down but did not let go of her hand. Eleanor nodded slightly, her mind still reeling at what had transpired over the last several minutes.

The three made it to the top deck, just barely slipping past the panicking crew unseen. They met with Nate at the back of the ship, who had a small row boat ready for them. Disaster struck, as they had been spotted. Quinn practically shoved Eleanor into the boat as several members of the crew began to run towards them, knives and guns in hand.

Nate had begun to lower them into the ocean, but the ropes became jammed.

"DAMN. Nate, your knife!" Quinn leapt to one side of the boat while Nate jumped to the other.

"One, two, three!!" On three they both sliced through the ropes. The boat splashed into the water, toppling the standing men. Tom and Nate grabbed the oars and started to row furiously. The crew were now firing shots at them.

 Quinn grabbed Eleanor and whisked her under him, becoming her human shield. The blood that was on her shirt rubbed off onto his. 

"Did he hurt you?" Quinn whispered to her, his eyes misting. 

"No." She whispered back. He placed a steady hand on her face, cupping her cheek. 

"I'm sorry, we should have never gotten on that ship." Quinn's voice was filled with regret.

Eleanor couldn't help herself. She wrapped both of her hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Quinn's spine tingled and he wanted to melt into her.

"I love you..." He thought, "Oh dear god how I love you."

~*~

It took two dreadful days to reach Portsmouth in their pitiful little lifeboat. Once in the harbor, the four headed to Tom's place to rest and figure out what to do next. Two hours later they were at Tom's front lawn. 

"Come on in." He told them as he opened the front gate. 

As he was saying this a woman opened the door and ran into Tom's arms. 

"Lydia!" He picked her up and spun her around. 

"Oh, Tommy! Where have you been? You were supposed to arrive yesterday." Tom put her back down but did not release her from his embrace. 

"We hit a small bump in the road and were slowed down a bit." he glanced at Quinn. 

"I see. And who is this pretty lady?" Lydia's face lit up the moment she noticed Eleanor. 

"My name is Eleanor. I met your husband while he was away and they offered to take me with them."

"Isn't that just like my Tommy! Always helping someone. Sadly ever since the twins were born he's been so busy. I never get to see him anymore." 

"You have twins?"

Lydia nodded. 

"Speaking of such, Quinn, your cousin had her baby last week and I have had no time to bring her anything. I was thinking a nice stew would be just what she needs. You must bring it to her for me, I have no time to go myself."

"I'll go in the morning and let her know we're here for her."

"Perfect! Well, come on inside. Supper 's on the stove and I bet you are dying for a home-cooked meal." 

~*~

"That was amazing, Lydia." Tom leaned back in his chair and gave a satisfied sigh. 

Eleanor soon learned that Tom was quite the family man. He had eight children, six boys and two girls. His oldest son was named Matthew. At age fourteen, he had an urge to explore the world. His second child was named Diana. She was ten years old and was a miniature version of her mother. The next four were all boys. Anthony, Joshua, James and Phillip were all one year apart, the youngest being three. Each one had an unending supply of energy. The twins were seventeen months old and were named Benjamin and Sarah.

"Thank you, Honey." Lydia said as she collected the dishes and put them in the wash-tub. She called for Diana to help wash them. Diana and Matthew came running down the stairs. 

"What have I told you two about running in the house?" She scolded them. 

"Sorry Ma." They apologized in unison. 

"Matthew, can you get my pipe please?" Tom asked his son.

"Sure Pa!" He zoomed into another room.

"Oh, that boy!" Lydia exclaimed in frustration, "He never listens to me. Everything goes in one ear and out the other. He's much like his father on that account." Matthew came back carrying a pipe and a tin of tobacco. 

"I told you; No more running in the house!"

"Sorry Ma." he repeated.

"Go help your sister with the dishes,"

Lydia came to Eleanor and held her hand as a mother might "Let's get you settled for the night, dear. You must be so tired."

~*~

R-RATED CHAPTER. Next clean portion will be in chapter 5

Eleanor laid in her small bed and stared at the ceiling. She groaned and rolled onto her side. After a few seconds she kicked off her covers and sat on the edge of the bed. Standing, she walked to the door, opened it, and tip-toed down the stairs. Once downstairs she grabbed a mug from the cupboard.

Eleanor filled her cup with water. The cool liquid was refreshing as she sipped it. She set it down in the wash-tub. Finding no relief, she crept into the backyard. In the waning moonlight she could see the outline of a garden and a swing hanging on a nearby tree. She saw a bench and sat down.

"Couldn't sleep?" Eleanor jumped at the voice. Quinn stood beside the tree, looking just as tired as she was in the pale moonlight.

"Oh, it's just you. No, I couldn't. I suppose I'm still in shock."

"That's understandable." Quinn sat down on the soft grass in front of her. "I'm still in shock myself." 

"Thank you for saving me. If you hadn't come when you did..."

"Don't say it." He stopped her. "I can barely stand the thought. I can barely stand the thought of anything hurting you, and I barely even know you."

They sat in silence for a while, neither wanting to speak. 

"Quinn," Eleanor finally broke the spell, "That night in the inn..."

"Yes?" He answered, happy to think of something sweeter. 

"You were very..." She looked down at her hands in her lap, "...gentle." 

Quinn chuckled. "You had been asleep for 800 years, I didn't want to give you a fright." His gaze caressed her soft lips. "Besides, a lady of your stature should be treated like a queen."

Eleanor's cheeks filled with heat and her heart fluttered. She desperately wanted him again. Like a drunkard needs the drink, she was addicted to him. 

"Kiss me." She whispered, almost inaudibly. To Quinn these words sounded like shouts, and he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the silken grass. He laid her down, one hand behind her head, the other resting on her hip.

"I'd be honored." He spoke so low Eleanor could barely hear him. 

Ever so softly he lowered his lips onto hers. Eleanor's body lit up like fireworks, blood rushing in her ears. She wanted more. She licked his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, and the faintest moan escaped Quinn's lips. She entangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him in for another kiss, deep and passionate.

"Say yes, please say yes..." Quinn begged as he began to kiss her neck, leaving little purple marks as he went.

"Yes..." Eleanor breathed "Yes..." 

With that one word Quinn took off his shirt, Eleanor marveled at his strong physique and started to take off her own. The soft cloth slipped over her head, revealing her bare breasts, her slim figure. Quinn buried his face in them, taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking. Eleanor gasped in pleasure. Last time he was gentle in the warm light of the candles in the inn, but tonight on this soft bed of grass she wanted him to ravage her. 

"Quinn....." She whispered. He lifted his mouth long enough to say "Yes my darling..." and then returned to her breast. 

"Ravage me..." Upon this request he looked up at her.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes..... please..." Her breathing hitched.

"As you wish."

Quinn had grabbed both her hands and lifted them, pinning them above her head. He laid his full weight on her, and began to kiss her wildly. Eleanor moaned softly, savoring his passion. With one hand he loosened the tie on his pants, the other still holding hers captive. With ease he slid his pants off, heat radiating from his body like the sun. 

He took his hand and touched her, his fingers dancing around her point of pleasure, teasing her. Eleanor's body was filled with anticipation, she wanted to beg him to give her sweet release. He positioned her thighs above his own, then he leaned forward to kiss her. He was less than an inch away from her lips when he stopped. She wanted to pull him to her but her hands were still imprisoned. 

Eleanor was about to beg for him to kiss her when he thrust his member into her. She gasped at his size, her back arching. A whimper escaped her lips, melting Quinn. Softly at first, but then with vigor he moved in and out. 

"Ohhh, Eleanor..." He moaned in ecstasy. His hands released hers, moving one to her neck and the other grasping her waist. 

"Fuck....." He gasped, smothering her lips with his. He began to pick up his pace, moving faster. Every thrust made pleasure ripple through Eleanor's body. Their sweaty bodies moved in unison, like a dance. Suddenly Quinn grunted and pulled away from her, his hand grasping his member. His seed spilled out onto her silken thigh. He rested his head on her chest, his lungs heaving. Eleanor gave him a moment's pause, and then softly kissed his cheek. 

"I love you," He whispered. Heat ran through her body at his words, for she was beginning to fall for him too.

"I love you, Quinn."

 ~*~