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A:N/ Dear God, I'm not sure what I was thinking when writing this but it came out completely different from what I originally had in mind. Once again, let me know what you think it the comments and favorite this story if you like it too.

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July 3, 1783

My husband is… complicated. He is an anomaly I am sure I will never quite understand. He is stoic, mild-mannered, but prone to vicious bursts of rage and aggression that should and probably would frighten me if I were unaware that he would never harm me. A kind heart lies beneath a warrior's exterior, capable of such brutal acts of violence yet compassionate enough to allow strangers to reside on his homestead, to provide and care for these people as if they were his own kinship. His body is fully developed, that of a grown man, but his mind resembles the thoughts and ideas of a child, naïve and ignorant to the ways of the world, his solutions very straightforward and honest to issues of great complexity, no lies to sweeten his terse answers. A man of few words, I'm fortunate to pry more than a simply reply from him, yet this area of his personality confounds me the most.

Excerpt from the diary of Aveline de Grandpre

Davenport Manor

May 2, 1779

I knew that when we joined in holy matrimony, I married a very multifaceted man. Make no mistake, I love him with every life sustaining breath I take, but I can't help but shake my head in mild irritation some days. He's as stubborn as a mule, pig-headed and adamant in his beliefs, unwilling to allow another opinion alter his convictions. For instance, we were conversing about my current situation the other day, sitting outside on the balcony of the Davenport manor against the brick wall as I rested beside my husband, his manner dark and menacing as the conversation transformed into an argument the more he refused my wishes. I am with child now, six months into gestation, and of course much too far into my pregnancy to fulfill my duty to the Brotherhood. In his hysterics, he blamed himself for my incapacitation, cursing himself for impregnating me with his seed. In the beginning, he was overjoyed at the news, his eyes widening comically in stunned shock before he swept me off my feet, a twinkle in his eyes as he hooted and hollered in exhilaration that he was to be a father. Now, he viewed the little babe growing within me as a nuisance, an abomination. This was the whole topic of our disagreement. In a way, he wasn't entirely incorrect in regards to the production of the baby, but we were brothers in arms and companions for life, equally sharing the responsibility for our actions.

"Mon amour, please. Try to see reason. It isn't your fault that I cannot accompany you on this mission. It's much too dangerous for me and the baby." Frankly, I didn't approve of him going in the first place, but that was different affair. He pressed his lips grimly into an unhappy frown, his obstinacy unmoved, and I swore under my breath. Stubborn man!

"This is precisely the reason why I wished not to even touch a woman. Do you honestly expect me to believe that I had no part in creating this child? I may not know everything, but you cannot…cannot tell me that you conceived any other way than lying with me!" A lesser woman would have cowered as the level of his tone rose, but I held my ground unrelenting, refusing to admit defeat so easily. Two could play this game.

"Connor, ma chère. I have no regrets. This child is a blessing, not a curse. He or she will bring joy and happiness into our lives. It shares a piece of us, its blood a mixture of our own. Are you not the least bit pleased in its conception?" I reached over to grasp his large calloused hands with my smaller ones, and he glanced inquisitively at the contact, his countenance softening a fraction before it hardened with anger once more. He violently tugged me into his lap, and I sprawled out over the wide expanse of his torso, barely catching myself before I toppled onto my rounded belly. He growled low in his throat as he caught my hips in his palms and he pulled me firmly on his lap, his lips by my ear as he whispered softly, deadly, his warm breath sending shivers racing down my spine.

"Listen, and listen very closely. You are a vexing, vain woman who hardly heeds instruction and rarely follows orders." I began struggling against his hold, indignant and my pride wounded, but his grip tightened and I whimpered at its bruising intensity. "I am not finished. I cannot count to number of times I have had to rescue you and there are a few instances where both of us nearly died thanks to you." That was enough, mon point de rupture. I absolutely refused to speak to him when he was in one of his black moods. I swatted at him with tiny fists, beating at his chest in hurt frustration, commanding that he release me. "Let me go. I will not talk to you when say such cruel words to me. Let me go now!" I presumed it was the changes from carrying a child for his cutting words offended much more than they normally did, my disposition and emotions swinging high and low like a pendulum. Tears clouded my vision and I let out an enraged cry as he removed his roughened hands from my waist to catch my mine own continuing to strike him, pinning them at my sides. "Get your hands off me! Release me now, Connor!" I squirmed and wriggled as much as possible, but it was of no worth. He was considerably stronger than I was. "Yet…I have never felt such a connection to a woman as I do you. After the death of my mother, I…I thought I would never find someone who cared for me as she did. You and I share an uncommon bond. It is what makes us special. I love you, Aveline. I truly do. If anything happened to you, I do not…I cannot lose you."

He dropped his intense gaze from mine own, and my heart melted even further, his harsh words of earlier forgotten. His eyes remained downcast, ill at ease and ashamed. He was scared. A little child lost and frightened, without any guidance. I couldn't fault his uncertainties. Many women before me had died in the midst of childbirth, either their bodies too weak for the enormous strain or unforeseen complications during the delivery. This was our first child and neither one of us understood exactly what childbearing entailed. Nonetheless, he was his own worst enemy, envisioning the gravest scenarios in his mind, worrying himself with exaggerated horrors conjured by his imagination. But his fears were out of love. I slipped out of his grasp and cupped his face gently, lifting his eyes to meet my own, and I smiled warmly. "I am a strong woman. You out of all people should know that." I kissed the tops of his eyelids tenderly, his exhale soft against my chin as he relaxed beneath my ginger ministrations. "I love you, with all my heart. No matter what happens, always remember that, amour." His visage softened yet again, his appearance more youth once the frown lines disappeared, but his manner stayed reflective, pensive, his obsidian orbs reflecting his soul's inner turmoil.

"Connor?" He pressed his lips firmly against mine with a quickness that caught me off-guard, groaning faintly as his arms enclosed around me, hauling me closer to him, and I succumbed with a small whimper. Thank God!

He ran his tongue against the seam of my lips and I parted them, allowing him entrance to the inner recesses of my mouth, moaning against his flesh as his tongue flicked and curved against mine. His movements were sensual, suggestive, dominating, primal. I glimpsed in into his eyes, darkened by hungry desire, and I discerned the wolf within him, demanding that I belonged solely to him, that he make me his once more. His lips left to kiss a hot trail down my dark skin, his teeth nipping lightly at the underside of my jaw and graceful column of my neck while his tongue twirled, removing any sting from the bites. I titled my head to the side, granting him more access to bare skin as he moved upwards, nibbling on my earlobe and licking the outer shell, his name from my lips bringing a satisfied smirk to his as he smoothed his hands up and downward along my back. I hummed appreciatively in the back of my throat as I caressed his chest and stomach, wishing for the feel of heated skin instead of the robes, and slowly lowered my hand to cup his growing arousal. I reveled in his guttural groan of need, stroking him tenderly through his trousers with a skill acquired from numerous sessions of lovemaking, each an expert on how to please one another, his hands clutching my hips frantically. We both breathed heavily, panting from the blissful sensations coursing through our veins, and I gasped in wonder to feel him so hard beneath me.

"Je t'aime, Connor. Mon ami. Mon mari. Mon amant." I whispered the last words as I brushed my lips over his, once, twice, three times before he closed the scant distance, molding his to mine. "Kanbhik, Aveline. I need you. But will I hurt you or the baby?" I smiled broadly, tears nearly falling again at his concern for our unborn child, his previous words belied. "No, you won't hurt the baby or me, Connor. Please, it's been far too long." My agile fingers leisurely unfastened the buttons holding his coat closed, secretly delighting in the curses he muttered under his breath in Mohawk as my tongue traced a path down his torso where his flesh was exposed while I firmly squeezed him through his trousers. He hissed my name through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched in frustration as he arched further into my hand, unconsciously pleading for more. It was him who denied both of us the pleasure of coupling as I grew heavy with child, and I would make sure he suffered adequately for this unnecessary torture.

"Tell me, was it worth it? To sustain from touching me for days, weeks, months even? Doesn't this feel so much better, much more natural?" His eyes fluttered shut in defeat as I gave his erection a light tug, the wolf deciding to concede to my desires, if only fleeting. A miniscule victory against his obduracy.

"I could say that I am sorry and it still would not be enough to satisfy your vanity. What are going to do with me?" Longing underlined with nervous anticipation coated his voice, its inflexion deeper and hoarse with the recognizable effects of carnal excitement, and I grinned wickedly.

"That's for me to know and you to find out once you take me to bed. The longer you dally, the more severe your punishment becomes. You've got your work cut out for you, Connor." I scraped the nails of my free hand against his bare chest roughly, a deep growl rumbling in his throat as I dug deeper into his flesh, my teeth sinking into his muscled shoulder and other hand continuing to massage his clothed arousal as he cried out sharply in pleasurable agony.

"Now." My tone didn't leave room for dispute and I gasped as he pulled me flush against him, admiring his strength and virility as he stood with me clinging to him desperately, legs wrapped around narrow hips and arms bound around his neck as he carried me inside, his destination beneath the sheets of our bed. I felt his swollen sex poking me through the fabric of his trousers and, with a mischievous smirk, I rolled my hips against his, delighting in his little groan of sexual frustration. "Are you ready, Connor?"

His breathing labored, he responded with a zealous kiss, his short fingernails digging into my thighs as he pressed me against one of the walls, grinding his hips against mine as a prelude of what was to come. "What do you think? I burn for you, Aveline. You…alone. I love you." I weaved a hand through his thick black hair, bringing his head down for another soul-shattering kiss and he moved away from the wall's support as he continued toward our room, the floorboards creaking under his weight as passed over them. If the need wasn't so urgent, I might have giggled in irrational hilarity. I'd told him beforehand he was hefty, great in stature…and other things too, but he merely grumbled something incomprehensible under his breath in reply. Hopefully, we wouldn't have to add the bedposts to the list of things needing repair. I leaned down to open the door for him, and he crossed the threshold within a few quick steps. I locked the door behind us for good measure, my hands tugging fiercely on the laces holding his pants secure as he adeptly undid the tiny buttons along the back of my dress, his lips easily locating the sensitive cord in my neck with an appetite ravenous for my flesh. Mmmm, it's been far too long.

Two hours later...

As we spooned together after consummating over love once again, I stroked his hand resting on my stomach protectively, his gesture soothing and comforting. He gently kissed the curve of my shoulder, caressing the love marks he'd left behind with his mouth as we made wild passionate love to each other with the tips of his digits. "Are you sore, konoronhkwa?" Supreme satisfaction altered his voice, a deep rumble from behind, and I turned over on my other side towards him, a languid half-grin plastered to face. "Slightly. I may require some assistance in the morning. I assume you enjoyed yourself?" He enclosed me in his embrace, my head lying upon his chest as I snuggled into his warmth as far as my extended abdomen would allow. "Immensely. I wish you would stop scratching me though. You draw blood sometimes."

"Sorry, mon amour. But in my defense, I wasn't as rough with you as I normally am. Besides, I know that a part of you enjoys it. It's your little dirty secret." His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, his embarrassment evident.

"Well, I usually don't mind if the person inflicting pain is…attractive."

"And am I attractive?" He made a show of considering my appearances and I smacked him soundly on his thigh, earning a small snicker from his chords.

"I think you are beautiful, Aveline. You know that."

"What about me do you find beautiful then?" He eyed me shamelessly, wanton yearning filling his eyes and I bit my lip in anticipation.

"Hmmm…where to begin? Your long hair, your eyes, your lips, your long neck, your soft skin, your supple breasts, your hips, your shapely legs, the way your toes curl in pleasure…"

I blushed furiously. "Wait, you notice that?"

"Yes, I take note of everything. Even when you think I'm not paying attention." Smug bastard.

"Touché, Connor." We continued to relish in the afterglow our love, simply holding on to one another as the day progressed, gazing into each other's eyes, silently communicating our love and affection for one another. He fell asleep before I did and I held him to me, stroking his soft ebony hair and admiring how handsome he was. A light snore escaped from his mouth twitching reflexively in slumber, his body exhausted from numerous hours of strenuous lovemaking. Sometime later, as my mind slipped into unconsciousness, my body losing the battle against exhaustion, I glimpsed up at him, the softest of smiles adorning his features, before I too succumbed, ensconced within the arms of my lover, my husband, my Connor.

A/N: So was it bad or good? I tried to do another funny one-shot but this ended up being somewhat serious between the two. For some reason, I find it very hard to write in Aveline's character and the one thing I can't stand is when people write out of character, so my apologies there. Connor has a wild side. I don't believe someone as stern as him doesn't have a isn't a little freaky. Also, thought it would be funny to picture how he'd react when he found was a father, the initial excitement which fades into annoyance at the fact that he must share her with someone else. Like I said, the mind of a child in a man's body somedays. So I'm tired now. Need to finish next chapter of Chance, so those of you who read that, I want to have it completed sometime next week after exams are done with. Let me know what you think.