Liberty's Kids Fanfic
Okay, I am not too pleased with this, so I decided to post it to see what you think. If you like it, I will continue it as a series. If not... well, then I won't. Anyhow, here it is.
Title: One Night
Rating: PG-13
Pairng: Sarah/ Mystery character ( I drew the name out of a hat, because I couldn't decide who to use)
Summary: Sarah meets a masked stranger at one of Rochambeau's balls. The night takes an interesting turn...
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Sarah stared at her reflection in the window again for the fifth time that night. She had been invited, yet again, to one of Rochambeau’s parties for Washington. However, this was the first one she had actually attended. Now that the war was over, she wasn’t nearly as busy as she had been. Sarah became more interested when she heard it was to be a masquerade ball. She was excited at the idea of being someone else for the night and playing with the minds of those whom she had become so close to.
She looked herself over again and sighed, pleased with what she saw. Her flaming red hair had been pulled up into an elegant bun and curls hung on either side of her face. Her lips looked warm and full and were a blood-red color. She wore a white and glittery mask that covered the upper half of her face. The diamond dangle earrings that had been given to her by Mrs. Radcliffe hung from her ears, accentuating her long neck. But the dress is what had her entranced. It was a beautiful, white, off the shoulders ball gown with a plunging V-neckline with white lace and a green jewel placed at the point of the V. Her corset had managed to produce a decent amount of cleavage, which Sarah felt very proud of. Another green jewel had been placed at the point of the V where her bodice met her skirt. She loved the dress for these jewels and where they drew attention to. She felt beautiful, seductive and irresistible.
Sarah turned and looked around the room, studying each person carefully. She quickly identified many of Washington’s officers, all of whom she had danced with. She was pleased to know that none of them had recognized her, for she was behaving in a very unlady-like manner. She flirted with every man and would make them flush heavily with either embarrassment or shock. But in the end, every one of them had played her game.
She was suddenly distracted when her sharp eyes noticed another man eying her from across the room. Sarah no longer felt like dancing, especially after the horrible waltz with, who she presumed, was Admiral de Grasse. She briskly walked over to the balcony, praying she would not be stopped. Luckily, she managed to slip out through the French doors unnoticed. The cool nighttime air was greatly welcomed. It was refreshing and soothing, much like a swim. Sarah sighed and turned around to face the garden. The scene was painted in indigos, blacks, purples, blues, grays and white with a silver light dancing across the lawn. Sarah quickly became aware of another presence and realized that she was not alone.
A tall, dark figure loomed by the railing and was illuminated by the moonlight. From what Sarah could see, this was obviously a man... a very strong man. He stood up straight and proud with an air of authority around him. Sarah glided over to where he stood, the rustle of her gown catching his attention. He turned around and faced her with a small, inviting smile. He was dressed in all black, from his waistcoat to his boots. Only his mask and his cravat were white. His masked covered half of his face, leaving only his lips and the bottom of his face bare. They stared into each others eyes for a very long time, emerald green meeting topaz blue.
“Good evening, sir.” whispered Sarah.
“Good evening, miss.”
So..... what do you think?