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The Gift	By : MaidOfDishonor Category: M through R > Revolution Views: 3992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Revolution, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I only own my original character, Lily.

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For the first time in a long time, I didn’t wake with the sun. Miles’s bed was so warm and inviting, I rolled over and pulled his blanket over my face. Then I remembered where I was. Quickly, I pulled the blanket back to uncover my face and looked around. It wasn’t a dream after all. The room was the same as yesterday except that Miles wasn’t in it. Panic rose up into my chest. Had something happened to him? Had he escaped without me? How could he have left me behind, I mused. After that tender moment we shared just last night? An ache settled in my heart, joining the panic in my chest. They consumed me. I curled back up into his bed and pulled his blanket tight around me. I had no idea what would happen to me now.
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.” Miles! I rolled over anxiously and craned my neck up to see his face with that irrepressible smirk. “I brought you something” he said and he tossed a sack onto the bed next to me. “Open it up,” he suggested. I sat up, no longer groggy, but grateful. I opened the sack and looked up at him in confusion. The bag contained a complete militia uniform. “We’re getting out of here tonight. And that uniform is your ticket out of here. You’re tall, what 5’11?” I nodded. “From a distance in this uniform you’ll pass but we can’t let anyone get too close. Even with your hair tucked up into a cap, you’re too pretty to be a man.” My cheeks flushed crimson again and I carefully examined the clothing so that Miles wouldn’t see them.
The day passed slowly and anxiously. At least for me. Miles seemed as cool and unflappable as ever. But every once in a while our eyes would meet and I’d see something in them akin to trepidation. “Miles?” Monroe’s voice rang out from the doorway. My eyes went wide and my heart raced. Perhaps they’d noticed the missing uniform Miles had stolen for me? Miles didn’t seem as concerned. “Just a minute Sebastian. You caught me at a bad time.” Miles replied with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Quickly he folded the cot and shoved it under his bed. Then he pulled up the covers on his bed that I had so carefully tucked. They looked a mess. I couldn’t understand it. Still moving about, Miles took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. I could not have been more confused. “Get in the bed and take your top off” he ordered quietly. I was so shocked by this turn of events that I froze. Sensing this Miles turned his back to me and said it again. “Take off your top, get into bed, but cover yourself with the blanket.” He said it with such urgency I complied but in a very detached way. Of course this wasn’t happening, I told myself. I was having a bizarre nightmare. I’d wake up warm in Miles’s bed or better yet, in my own. “Are you decent?” he asked? “Not really” I replied. He stifled a laugh. “Are you at least under the covers?” “Yes” I whispered. Not really sure why I was whispering. It just seemed like the right thing to do. Miles turned around and I noticed that he’d kicked off his shoes and mussed up his hair. And his shirt was in a heap on the floor next to the bed. He looked ragged and incredible. I had no idea what was going on and I chastised myself for being slightly excited about the situation. Miles leaned over me and I could feel heat radiating off of his bare chest. He breathed into my ear, “Play along. Our lives depend on it. I sure hope to God you can act as well as you can argue.” I hoped so too. Miles put on an annoyed expression and opened the tent door. Here goes nothing, I thought.
“Bad time?” Monroe asked with a smirk. “I was just stopping by to see how well you enjoyed my gift.” “Why, she was the best gift I’ve ever received. Thank you Sebastian.” “You look aggravated. Am I interrupting?” “Actually yes, as you can plainly see, I was utilizing your gift when you showed up at my door. Be a buddy and give a guy some privacy will you? For old times sake?” “No problem. Take today off, I want you refreshed and ready for that raid tomorrow” Monroe replied. He looked down at me in bed, and I thanked God that I hadn’t had a way to brush my hair for three days, it must be a tangled mess. Just what Monroe would expect to see. “How lovely she is” he mused. I flushed under his gaze and pulled the covers up a little higher. “And shy too. Are you sure she’s been treating you well? If you tire of her –“ “Not a chance, Sebastian. Lily belongs to me. Remember that. She’s mine.” Miles put his arm around Monroe and escorted him out of the tent. He looked genuinely jealous. Or maybe he was just a better actor than me.
Monroe left and Miles shut the door behind him. Immediately I released a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. Then words started passing through my mind: enjoyed, utilizing, mine. Each word gave me a different feeling. You’d think ‘enjoyed’ would be a nice term but it was coming from Monroe so it had a dirty connotation. ‘Utilizing?’ Wow now that made me feel filthy and, well, used. But then there was ‘mine.’ I really wasn’t sure how to feel about ‘mine.’ Did I want to belong to Miles? Or to anyone for that matter? Certainly it was infinitely better to belong to Miles than to Monroe. After all, Miles didn’t ‘utilize’ me and Monroe most definitely would have. I could tell by the sneer on his face when he’d looked down at me in Miles’s bed, presumably mid-coitus.
I broke from my reverie to see Miles standing above me, looking down into my eyes (God bless him). “I’m sorry for that. I probably should have warned you that might happen. Sebastian always was kind of a pervert. I had to make it look like….” Miles trailed off there and I could see that it was his turn to blush. “I understand. And thank you” I said. “For what?” he seemed genuinely curious. “For not taking advantage of me and most of all for not sharing me with that monster.” Miles seemed uncomfortable with the praise. “You don’t get thanked a lot do you?” I asked. “No, I don’t usually get to play the hero. It’s not a roll I’m familiar or comfortable with.” “But you are my hero.” At that he balked. “I’m serious, Miles. Thank you. You’re a good man.” “If I was truly a good man I’d have let you put your top back on minutes ago” he replied with a smirk. “That’s OK, you earned a peak” I laughed. Like a gentleman, he turned his back again while I dressed. Much to my delight, he didn’t bother to put his own shirt back on. I was definitely in lust with this man. And really, was that such a bad thing in my situation?
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