"So this is your address" Dean said.

"But it's look like a military camp." Peter wishper.

"Didn't I told you he is 'Captain James Carter', obviously he is in army." I said.

"Oh! I thought the ship Captain."

What the-

"Shut up." I said looking through the bush hole. All the three of us were at the correct address given in the letter.

And yah! Three Mr Jefferson has to leave us as he has a very very important work to do.

Sarcasmmmm

"So we can't just go there and meet Captain Carter, I mean it's a military camp, they won't let us in..." I trailed off.

"Hm...my father was an army man, you know Captain must be in the quarters, as it's nearly sunset." Whisper Peter.

"You never told your father was in army!" Dean gasp.

"You never asked." He shrugged back.

"And where are these quarters??" I cut between.

"Must be at the backside of the camp..."

"You think we can go there without anyone noticing it....." Richard asked.

"What's wrong in trying."

"But we still have a problem.." I raised my hand.

"What's that?" They all look confused.

"What am I going to say to Captain Carter." I said in one go.

"Bloody hell-"

"You still stuck there-"

"Listen when you will see him, you would figure out yourself, your heart will tell you." Peter lecture-ed.

"Awww" the other's chore. 

Ok, I can do this, I can do this.

I can't I can't.

Have a bit courage.

Let's face it.

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After half an hour of trying to be invisible and seeking inside the windows of the army quarters-

Its really shameful, and when I said this I meant this.

-I was waiting for them to confirm who's inside this 68th quarter. I, on my behalf, after seeing a nearly naked man, have decided to left this work on them.

"I got him, I got him." Richard shouts. "Am sure its him, brown curly hair and a bit bread, with brown eyes...come on he is not that much handsome you described-"

I give him a kick and looked through the window, Richard pointed to. Surely he was Captain Carter, I really missed him.

He was lying quietly at the bed, as if thinking of something. He was looking so tense and weak.

"Go go.." someone wishper.

"From the window?" I said in disbelief.

"No no why the window take the big beautiful decorated door." Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't be so stubborn and jump there."

Fineee.

"You all can go now,"

"What, but we want to-"

"Want to what, it's my personal discussion so let me go and talk, or think why the hell I even come here." I stated. "I don't want disturbance."

"Ohk ohk, we can imagine it's being 'personal'," Peter winked, and they left.

Hell...what does he even mean.

Trying to be 'feather' I climbed to the window. After the third try I had managed to pull my two legs up.

Talking about the surrounding it was a very small room, with clothes scattered everywhere. And this man is really in deep conversation with his mind.

Now now he must see me coming right?

So I jumped with whole force making as much noise as I can.

"Who's there?" A familiar sweet voice rang.

Plan successful.

"You?!" He shouted. "You..am I dreaming again??"

"What do you mean by again?" I laughed back.

"What are you doing here?" He said standing up from his bed.

Or that's what he want, but his hand drawn towards his stomach and he fell back.

I ran forward to stop him from hitting the floor.

"What happened?" I suppressed as I see a big wound covered with pieces of clothes.

"Just got into a fight with a mate!" He struggled. "You know I was thinking about you!"

"Sure." I said helping him to sit taking the side of the bed. I looked at the wound closely. "It must have been painful."

"What are you doing here? How the hell you come here? Are you alone? Am I dreaming?" I shut his mouth by putting a finger on it.

"Shh not necessary right now." I said as I got up. Trying to find something, I really don't know what.

I have never done this nurse work, the injury I got on myself were always taken care by my mother or the maids. But now I guess I have to explore things.

After choosing preferable pieces of clothes and a bowl with water I sat on the bed next to him, and start cleaning his wound.

Did I mention he is not wearing his shirt anymore? And how he looks right now-

No. No. No. Bad Adaira. It's not the right time to think this.

He was watching me quietly as I done all the cleaning and start covering it. I stayed quiet too.

I still can't figure out what should I say, how much should I tell. And his stare on my face is making me more nervous.

"Uhu? Can I get an answer now?" He asked firmly.

"Um..yeah am nearly done here..." I muttered ignoring eye contact.

"Tell me." He said a bit louder but I ignored and concentrate on the folds I was trying to wrap on the wound.

Grabbing my wrist gently he tucked a bit. So that I was facing him now.

"I was getting married. Not like that.. my father forced, and that too with Lord Dalgliesh." I chewed my lips while looking at the bed. Not in mood of making eye contact. "So, I ran, took the ship and came here at your given address in the letter."

"Seriously! you came here all alone." He said shaking my shoulder. "You know how dangerous it is, you could have asked for help from me, your brother, Miss Linton, but you thought running into danger would save you? Without telling anyone about your location!"

I think I shouldn't mark out the fact that he just said Miss Linton, not Mrs Ambrose, should I?

"Why did you do that, Adaira look at me and tell?" He said cupping my face in his warm hands.

"Because.. because..I wanted to answer you, I wanted to tell you that..that..." I tried to answer.

"That?" He played off as a smirk appear on his face.

Dammit.

"Stop using your facial muscles so much, am already nervous." I said looking down.

"That?" He asked in a challenging way as he shifted a bit closer to me.

"That I might be slightly...irrationally infatuated by you..." I started. "I may even have certain.. impulses towards you that border on caring about you.."

"Is that all...a caring feelings you have for everyone as a respected Lady." He said.

"My impulses towards you...they might go slightly beyond platonic.." I took a deep breath. "I have feelings towards you...I feel a bit affection towards you.."

"Slightly huh?.. yes yes continue." He smirked more.

Blast. Blast blast.

Come on its just a small word.

"James, I love you." Before he can make another comment I moved forward and joined our lips.

Everything was moving in slow motion as he responds without waiting a second. I felt his hands as he rubbed his finger slightly making butterflies in my stomach.

As we ran out of air we broke apart, I can feel his warm breaths on my cheeks,"Say it again?!" He demanded.

"Captain James Carter I love you!!!" I shouted in laughter and he pressed me more closer to him, as he kissed me again.

This time it wasn't rough, it was demanding and more passionate. Our lips move in rhythm as my hands roam in exciting places. As for Captain his hands have to work out, now gowns are never easy right?

I smirked under his lips as-

"James is anything wrong?!" Someone shouted from outside. We broke apart in shock.

"Hm..no everything is perfect.." he replied.

"Are you sure..I thought I hear something.."

"No Michel, it's nothing you can go and rest, don't worry." He replied.

"Ohkyyy, dreaming about that girl again-"

"Shut up and go to your room." He looked really flushed.

Now what was that.

"So...what are we going to do now?" He siad changing the topic. "Not like right now I mean in future..."

"Let's get married tomorrow!" I said.

Yes it would be the best idea. All the tensions and problems would be solved off.

Not Dalgliesh, not father, no one can force me after that.

"Just like that...we just got to know eachother." He muttered. "Isn't it so much fast."

"Why? Don't you love me?" I asked. "If you love me then what's wrong in marrying, making our bond official, or are you going to break my heart-."

"Never Adaira, but..."

"But what? Isn't it the best solution to our problems and-" he placed a finger on my lips and I stop talking.

"Ok as you wish my Lady," He replied softly as his eyes shown. "So when are you going to ask your parents??"

"Really" I squeezed in joy as I hugged him tightly.

But asking parents?

"Is it necessary. We can travel all the way up the big North road to Scotland, did you know, that in the little village right on the border called Gretna Green, you can get married no matter where you're from, or how old you are, and your parents or guardians can't do anything about it!!" I told him smiling widely.

"Really?" He asked as he rubbed his lips on mine. "But-"

"Stop talking and kiss me" I ran my fingers in his brown curls as he kissed me deeply.

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The End

I will say only one line to discribe Adaira's behaviour in this chapter:
like brother, like sister.

I really enjoyed writing this novel  and thank you all for reading it so far.

Sometimes it felt like I didn't did much of the male lead, but believe me I wanted to write exactly this.

I wanted to write a strong character, Adaira doing everything on her own, there's no need for Captain or Ambrose to help her out.

And again thank you all for your votes and love.

~HarmioneStark

P.S: Epilogue is yet to come
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P.P.S: Yess, I copied Mr Ambrose's whole confession. And am proud of it lol.