She'd been well on her way to dream land when he suddenly rolled over onto her. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red than when she'd caught him nude. This was certainly not proper but so the guard watching through their windows. "I'm going to stone them." She muttered, more embarrassed that they'd been peeling rather than their current situation  (which indeed was awkward, and she felt mildly bad about the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach.)
She watched him curiously as he got up to turn off the lamp. Seeing what was underhis trousers was...well what [i]were[/i] those things. She'd seen men's undergarments but...they didn't look like that. Before she could voice her curiosity about what he was wearing, the alerted the guards to the fact thay they knew they were watching. Her face burned in shame and she hid her face with her hands.

When he returned to the bed she couldn't help but laugh a little. "My darling hero husband needs to come back in one piece."  Her heart beat just a little faster when he called her [i]missus.[/i] It had been a while since she'd heard anyone call her that. When he climbed back into the bed beside her, she did curl closer, but kept enough distance to be comfortable. "I do want you to come back. Safely. If I find you on one of those cots used for wounded soldiers I'll be very upset. And a smart man doesn't upset his wife." Keziah told him. "And if...if you come back then maybe, just maybe something can be started here." She gestured between them. "Not [i]that[/i]. I'd like other things from you too." 

Keziah couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom around him. The last man she'd been courting had been very much about male dominance and keeping her in line. Why she ever thought she'd marry him was beyond her. Perhaps she had been lonely. Charles hadn't minded her temper, and when she'd ask too many questions and ask forbooks he'd oblige. Hell he didn't even mind giving her control either. They had been married for a few months but had courted long before that. The way that William was treating her reminded her of Charles. But he wasn't her late husband, she knew that, and she wasn't going to imagine thay he was Charles. It wasn't fair to either of them.

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and bid him a good night before rolling over and going to sleep. 

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She was awoken the next morning by the faint sounds of booms. It wasn't uncommon to hear canons, even when she did live in Boston so it didn't strike her as off until she realized that she'd been sleeping pressed against William's side. In her sleepy state she couldn't remember why her waking up tucked under his chin was a bad idea. Then it hit her thay he must not have gone out last night. "William get up!" She yelled, hurrying out of the bed and grabbing the nearest overcoat she could find. She slipped it on, mostly to provide herself with some modesty just in case the guards were to peep through the windows again.

Keziah wondered where the guards were, they should have alerted them to this. William had helped recover those howitzers after all. She looked out of the windows nervously and wondered if her brother and his wife were okay. Keziah pushed her hands through her hair when she thought back to her nightmare the day before. It did little to settle her, in fact it made her worse. But maybe there was a chance that it was just another skirmish and not the Patriots retaking Boston a little too soon.