After rubbing your cheek on your shoulder to try and shift the itchy black fabric that was pressing against your face, you tried to squint through the weave when you heard someone enter the room, only just making out a silhouette of a tallish body looming just in front of where you were sat on the chair. You tensed up and struggled against the rope bonds that were around your wrists when you knew what was coming next, refusing to make any sound of pain when a heavy fist connected with your gut.
"Ready to talk? Assassin?" The man hissed in a gravelly voice, obviously using something to distort it so you wouldn't be able to recognise him.
Your stomach was growling and your mouth was parched, so you knew that you had been held captive here for some time now, but still you kept quiet, a smirk adorning your lips as you waited for a certain someone to arrive. Then. You would have your retribution. As if right on queue, the door was kicked open with a resounding bang; echoing through what you assumed was a sparsely furnished room, followed by heavy footsteps and a bellowing roar aimed at the man in front of you.
"Just what do you think you are doing?! You have three seconds to explain yourself Charles, or I will cut you down where you stand!"
You jumped slightly in your seat when you heard a shuffle and a colossal thud against the wall to your right, unintentionally snorting as you imagined what was going on in front of you.
"I w-was... interrogating the assassin.... sir.... I..... thought...." the smaller of the two men stammered out in his natural voice, clearly petrified of what you knew to be his superior.
"You do not think! I do the thinking here! Your orders were to abduct and contain, nothing more! Disobey me again, I assure it will be the last thing you ever do!"
Tilting your head when you heard the man yelp as he was thrown out of the door and it was slammed shut behind him, you let out a slight huff of displeasure as you realised that you wouldn't be getting your revenge today. Hearing the all too familiar sound of a hidden blade being flicked out, you flexed your arms when your bindings were cut and dropped to the floor, the black hood being tugged off your head and following shortly after.
"Took your time." You chided to the formally dressed man in front of you, rubbing the sore marks on your wrists when they started to sting a little.
"I deeply apologise (name). I trust you know this wasn't my intention, Charles will be severely punished for his actions I assure you. Are you alright?"
Brushing yourself straight and catching glimpses of your, 'captor' out of the corner of your eye, you bit the corner of your lip when you liked what you saw. He was dressed in a tailored navy pinstripe suit, crisp powder blue shirt and a crimson red tie, secured with a jewelled pin in the shape of a cross. His slightly greying hair was groomed back perfectly and he was clean shaven, nothing surprising from what you knew about the man. Very nice. Very nice indeed. You thought.
"I'm fine Haytham, Charles punches like a girl. Ten more minutes and you would have been without a second in command though."
Grinning when he chucked softly and gestured towards the door, you grabbed your jacket off the table behind you and slung it over your shoulder casually, following him out of the brilliant white interrogation room. Your heels clacked on the marble flooring of the barren lobby as you made your way to the glass elevator, punching the button a little too forcefully to call the lift. Neither of you said a word as you travelled to the top floor of the building; which was much more elegantly decorated in red, creams and golds, in complete contrast with the rest of the complex.
Silently closing the door when you entered the office at the end of the hall, you chucked your jacket and purse onto the large black leather sofa next to you and slumped down into the chair in front of the lavish oak desk, kicking off your shoes as you propped your legs up on the arm rest.
"So, you have the locations I asked for?"
"Straight down to brass tacks eh? No, how was Russia (Name)? Did you freeze your ass off?"
Haytham chuckled as he sat down at his desk, propping his elbows on the edge and pressing his fingers together whilst trying to keep his eyes from lingering over your legs too long.
"Apologies, my ability for idle banter has been supressed of late. How was Russia? I can see quite clearly that you did not 'freeze your ass off' as you put it."
Smirking as you watched him shift his gaze to stare at a knot in his desk when you purposefully shifted in your seat so he had a better view of your rear, you realised how much you missed teasing the man. Your relationship was a platonic one, just, and you oh so enjoyed making his feathers ruffle from time to time.
"Not bad, boring mostly. Plenty of excellent vodka to drown out Shaun’s prattling though. And yes, I have all three locations of the newest Assassin bureau's you asked for."
Jumping up out of the chair, you leaned over the desk and grabbed the pad and paper that was next to his computer and resumed your position in your seat, jotting down the coordinates that you had memorised. It had been your one rule when you made the decision to betray the Assassins, zero trail of it leading back to you. No emails, calls or messages, nothing digital that would get you found out. With Shaun and his newest Elite tech team monitoring all of the Brotherhoods activity, it made it like that even going to the bathroom wasn't a private affair anymore. Sliding the pad onto the desk, Haytham snapped it up quickly and ripped off the top three pages; ensuring that there was no trace of words from the pens pressure underneath, and hastily typed the numbers into his computer. Once he had finished he pulled open his drawer and took out a rather ornate silver stick lighter, using it to set the corner of the pages on fire. You simply nodded and let out the breath you had been holding as you watched the flames consume the proof of your treachery, all evidence now in cinders at the bottom of Haytham’s waste paper basket.
"Payment in the usual form I'm assuming?"
"Why Mr Kenway, you know me so well." You giggled as he passed you a small, black velvet bag.
Tipping it's contents into your palm, you could help but admire how the diamonds sparkled in the light. So clean, so pure, much unlike yourself of late. In keeping with your principal of doing absolutely anything to assure you wouldn't be caught in your exploits, Haytham had made the suggestion of reimbursing you for your troubles in jewels and trinkets; something that could be easily hidden and fenced so you happily agreed. Slipping the gems back into the bag and sliding it into your bra, you breathed out an exasperated sigh when you saw that he wanted to ask you something, but was hesitating for some reason.
"Come on, out with it. I know you want something else. It's about the ball, isn't it."
Haytham slumped back into his chair and his face became awash with guilt, something you had rarely seen him do. He had been asking a lot of you recently, the conflict between the Assassin Brotherhood and the Templars becoming more unbridled every passing day, and at this moment in time, the Templars were winning.
"Figured as much. I'm not gonna ask how you know about it, I only found out yesterday. What do you need me to do?"
Swinging your legs down as Haytham rummaged through another drawer in his desk, you mentally prepared yourself to ingrain whatever information he was about to give you to memory, hoping that it wasn't much as you were still fatigued after a long flight, then being abducted from the airport minutes after you had landed. Your brow furrowed in confusion when he handed you a single sheet of paper, the only thing on it being a photograph of an old necklace. A circular jade stone, with a leather string for a chain.
"I don't understand, you want this old thing? It looks worthless, not to mention it's hideous."
"That my dear.." Haytham paused for a moment to dramatize the importance of the item to him and to get up and stand beside you, hoping to calm your temperment when he revealed his plan to you.
"Is more valuable than anything I have given to you so far, and is paramount to the Order that we have it in our posession. We have learnt that is being held at Achilles estate, and the ball would provide an opportunity to retrieve it."
"Wait, you want me to...?!"
You were cut off by Haytham shaking his head slowly and flickering his eyes to the door, making you turn your head in the direction of it but become bewildered when you saw no one there.
"I do not wish for you to steal it (name), that would put you in great danger. My desire is for you to take someone with you, to help him infiltrate the manor, so he can procure it."
Feeling Haytham's hand on your shoulder to hold you in place when you went to jump out of your chair as a clicking sound came from behind you, rage began to fill every fibre of your being when a man walked silently through the door and closed it behind him, the Grand Master's promise of not letting a singleperson know who you were thrown straight out of the window. You inadvertently sliced through your gunmetal silk blouse as you flicked out your hidden blade in anger, looking up at Haytham like you wanted to gut him like a fish.
"Please my dear, calm down."
"Calm?! CALM?! How can you expect me to be calm! You broke your promise! Fucking Templar, I knew I couldn't trust you!"
Haytham dropped to his knees in front of you and held your arms to your side until you retracted your blade, wincing at your seething expression as you continued to glare at him.
"Mr Cormac here is taking just as big of a risk unveiling himself to you (name), until this moment the only person in the world who knew he was alive, was myself. He will not reveal your secret, as I am sure you will not divulge his. Is that acceptable?"
Pacified slightly at hearing this information, you nodded numbly, your temper disappearing as quickly as it had arose. Haytham was one of the very few people who knew how to dissolve your volatile disposition with ease; a sly grin creeping up your face as he cupped your chin and caressed your cheek with his thumb.
"Excellent. Now my dear, please let me introduce Mr Shay Cormac, one of the most trusted associates in our Order. Shay, this is (name) (last name), currently a member of the Brotherhood, and also working for us."
Sighing as you got up from the chair and examined your now ruined blouse for a moment, you extended your hand towards the man, your breath hitching when you laid eyes on him for the first time since he came in. He was dressed completely in black, shirt rolled up to his elbows and accentuated with a deep red tie pulled down loosely around his neck, and oh my he was devilishly handsome. His shoulder length brown hair was tied back, he was obviously a not a fan of razor blades as he had light stubble over his chiselled jaw, and he had a long scar over his right brow and cheek, making him even more dashing in your opinion. But what captivated you most were his eyes. Dark, with a hint of sadness behind them, but also a playful glimmer as he sized you up in the same way you were doing to him. Yet there was something about him that you couldn't quite place, and for some strange reason you had the initial feeling that you could trust him completely. An extreme rarity in your line of work.
One thing about working for the Assassins and the Templars was that they were never short of eye candy, making you wonder if it was a requisite when they joined. Know how to use a variety of deadly weapons? Check. Silently and stealthily kill a known assailant? Check. Can you distract any woman and will her panties into nothingness just by looking at her? Double check. You had been without company for some time now, and your libido was through the roof, the Adonis like men in your vicinity not helping matters in the slightest. Dropping the Templars hand when Haytham cleared his throat beside you; making you realise that you had been staring, you only just managed to keep the heat rising up your face as you retook your seat, Cormac sitting in the one next to you.
"Now that the introductions are out of the way, shall we discuss your next assignment?"
"Guess so. I assume you already know where Achilles is keeping that thing? I have no idea." You grumbled as you got up yet again and went to the drinks cabinet in the corner, grabbing the carafe of water and a glass when your mouth began to remind you of a desert.
"I do indeed my dear, he has a hidden vault behind his office wall. Plan's or photographs however have been extremely difficult to come by to say the least."
Downing the glass of water in one quick swallow, you mulled over just how on earth you were going to get into your mentors office without being detected.
"Begging ya pardon Master Kenway, but surely (name) here would be able to find out what we're up against?"
Both men suddenly snapped their attention to you when the glass that was in your hand crashed to the floor and shattered, invisible shards flying everywhere around your bare feet. You tried to shake off the shiver that ran down your spine when you had finally heard Shay speak, his delectable Irish accent both surprising you and sending a tremor straight to your core. Crouching down to hide your humiliation and attempt to pick up the broken pieces, you looked up through your eyelashes to see Shay smirking at you, and Haytham jumping up from his desk to rescue you, so to speak.
"Do not move my dear, lest you want a toe shorn off."
"I'm, sorry. I must be more tired than I thought. Planes eh?"
You chuckled and tried to brush off your embarrassing moment as Haytham ducked down and picked you up bridal style, carrying you away from the broken glass and sitting you on the edge of the desk.
"We should carry on with this at another time Master Kenway, I'm knackered too, damned travelling does take it outta ya. I'm staying at the Mandarin Oriental lass, we could do this tomorrow?"
Your brow furrowed a fraction when you saw that Shay didn't look exhausted in the slightest, so he must have concocted it up to make you feel better. Something that definitely wasn't necessary, and it annoyed you slightly. You didn't want, or need to be protected in any way shape or form. Leaning over to grab your shoes, you faked a yawn and gave him a thumbs up, watching him drop his business card on the desk and leave out of the corner of your eye.
"Now why do I not believe you are telling the truth? I have seen you go for three days without sleep before now, and only then did you look slightly fatigued. Is something troubling you?"
As soon as you had slipped your shoes back on you looked up and flashed Haytham your widest smile, throwing him a cheeky wink in hopes he wouldn't barrage you for the real reason of your clumsiness.
"What makes you think I haven't been up for that long? I do have a life outside of this you know." You huffed, gesturing around you to suggest that you meant working for the Templars.
"No, you don't my dear. The very reason you will not allow me to take you to my bed. Or had you forgotten your excuses?"
Cocking your head in a kittenish way when he began to stroke your legs through your leather trousers, you grabbed his tie and wove it through your fingers, pulling him down and closer to your face.
"They're not excuses Haytham. What we do is dangerous, risky, and time consuming, making a relationship is damn near impossible to keep. We've both tried and failed with other people before, so let's not spoil what we have, hmmm?"
Leaning in and kissing his cheek when he let out a downhearted sigh, sliding off the desk and walking over to the sofa and gathering up the rest of your belongings, you suddenly recalled Cormac's business card and grabbed it off the desktop, stuffing it into your back pocket haphazardly.
"I suppose you are right. Please allow me to admire that outfit you are wearing though, it is quite... titillating to say the least."
You chuckled and wiggled your ass at him as you walked towards the door, giving it a slap for good measure when you saw him bite his lip and slouch back down in his chair behind the desk.
"(Name), should you change your mind...."
"I know where to find you Haytham." You sighed as you opened the door and left, pulling it shut with your foot behind you.
Turning your alarm clock on your bedside table to check the time, you smacked it away and dropped down onto your pillow with a groan when you saw it was just after six. Fucking jetlag you cursed under your breath as you sat bolt upright in your bed, completely giving up on sleep for the night. Dragging yourself up and pulling on your dressing gown, you made your way over to your kitchenette area and flicked the kettle on, knowing that coffee would make your situation worse but you didn't care.
Grabbing your phone off the counter top and pulling out the charger cable, you saw that there were nine text messages from various members of the Brotherhood asking if you were okay after your trip, and one voicemail. Punching in your password to you could listen to it on loudspeaker, you placed your phone back on the counter while you rifled through your cupboards for your favourite mug, immediately freezing and your heart jumped into your throat as a familiar voice rang through the air.
(Name) it's me. Please come to the manor as soon as you can, there is something we need to discuss.
Achilles. In your entire decade working for the Assassins, not once had he ever called you personally, you were surprised that he even knew your name. Snapping your phone up and listening to the message twice more, you took several deep breaths to calm yourself down enough to analyse the tone of his voice, and deemed that he didn't know anything as you couldn't hear any kind of accusation tone or disappointment lacing his words. Shaun probably called him about the new servers you figured, and wants a face to face update. Not that you could give him much information, you were okay with computers but it wasn't your forte.
Satisfied with your own explanation, you carried on making your coffee; sipping it slowly so the the molten liquid didn't scorch your throat, until you spied a white, rectangular piece of card next to your keys and charger cable. Gingerly plucking it up and remembering the tremor than ran through you because of the person named on the card, you bit your lip nervously and brought up your messaging app, keying in the number slowly. No one knew he was alive, right? So a quick message to a 'friend' wouldn't be suspicious?
Typing in 'Are we still okay for later?' and hitting send before you talked yourself out of it, you nearly had a heart attack when your phone beeped back a few seconds later with a reply, not at all expecting one so soon.
Of course, I'm in the penthouse suite. Is ten alright? Up so early, I'm guessing you couldn't sleep?
Tens fine. No, never been one to sleep much anyway.
Quite surprised at his texting grammar as you were used to trying to deciphering whatever code was being used recently, you slid your phone in your dressing gown when you thought the conversation had finished, picking up your coffee and heading back to your bedroom to attempt to get another hour as you didn't have to be up early for a change. Just as your head hit the pillow, your phone beeped again with a message, making you squint as you fumbled in your pocket and unlocked your phone to read whatever was there.
Maybe you need someone to wear you out better?
Your mouth ran dry as your eyes fixated on the typing in front of you, wondering if he actually meant how you took that message. You tensed up as the image of him in Haytham’s office flickered through your mind, stirring every primal instinct up deep within you. Could every man sense how pent up you were recently? Prime for the taking? Internally debating whether you should reply or not, you squeezed your legs together to stifle some of the desire within you as you typed, hoping to god that you hadn't misunderstood his reply.
Hmmm, are you offering?
Clutching your phone so firmly that your knuckles started to go white with the pressure, you didn't move your eyes once from the dim glow of the screen as you waited for a reply. What were you thinking?! This was so unlike you to chase after a man like this. You had enough going on with your life without adding someone else into the mix, let alone a co-worker, even as good looking as he was. Your last relationship tanked horribly because of your double life and the secrets you kept, and you had no desire to go through that again which is why you had brushed off Haytham’s numerous advances over the years. Becoming slightly annoyed with yourself as it appeared that you had taken it the wrong way when you didn't get an answer, you were also a little relieved really. Shuffling back down under the covers, you figured you would come up with some suitable excuse in a few hours time as you finally drifted off to sleep.
Shit Shit Shit!! You launched up out of bed when you looked at the clock to see it was 9:32am, bounding over to your closet and pulling out the first thing you came to when you knew you didn't have time to shower. Grabbing your bag and stuffing your phone and keys in it, you literally sprinted down to the parking garage and jumped in your car, ignoring the stares of the several onlookers when you pulled off in a deafening wheel spin. Checking your watch and patting yourself on the back when you saw that you had just over ten minutes to spare thanks to running nearly every red light in Boston; how you didn't get caught was a miracle in itself, you passed your keys to the valet and hastily made your way into the lobby, waving your hand dismissively at the concierge who was about to ask if you were okay, and called the elevator.
Holding yourself back from ripping the speakers off the wall when the annoying music that was blaring out was doing nothing for your mood, you almost forced the doors open as soon as they pinged to let you know that you had arrived at the top floor, walking briskly down the corridor to the lone room at the end. Rapping your knuckles loudly on the door, you frowned as after a minute or two, there was no answer. A few more moments after trying again, you decided to test the handle, quite surprised that it was unlocked. Well, he was expecting you, so maybe it was best that you went straight in? Closing the door silently behind you, you couldn't help but gasp in awe at the size of the room. It was double the size of your apartment easily, just the living dining area was big enough to hold some kind of function. Dropping your bag on the table near you, you suddenly turned to your left when you heard a shuffling, words completely lost to you as your gaze drifted over a dripping wet Shay with nothing but a small towel covering his modesty.
"Ah sorry lass, didn't hear ya come in. Running a bit late as ya can see, I fell back sleep."
Nodding softly when his words only just registered over the thumping of your heart drumming in your ears, you averted your gaze to the carpet when he moved towards you, close enough so you could smell remnants of soap on him.
"No need to be shy lass, ain't got nothing you probably haven't seen before. Why don't ya make us some coffee while I get dried off?"
Wanna bet? You thought, biting your lip so the words didn't actually come tumbling out of your mouth as your eyes drifted over the outline of something rather impressive under the white cotton around his waist.
"I'm not shy, just a crappy night. Um, where's your kitchen?" You mumbled, noticing he believed what you had said even less than you did as he chuckled and ushered you towards the other side of the room and into the kitchen by laying his hand on the small of your back.
"Everything you need should be in that top cupboard, I'll be back in a minute."
Opening the cupboard and pulling out the ground coffee and filters, you set about to making the drinks in a slight daze, thinking about his message again from this morning. So far he hadn't even acknowledged it, so you figured maybe you had made a fool out of yourself and cursed under your breath as you flicked the machine on. Panicking when you realised that you hadn't checked in with headquarters yet today; something both Achilles and Shaun had set up that all assassins must do by ten thirty or your phone will be pinged for your location, you dropped everything and ran back into the living room to your bag, keying in your activation code as fast as humanly possible before anyone could find out where you were.
Chucking your phone back down when you saw the usual 'Code Accepted' message, you choked back a whimper and stood there gawking when you realised Shay hasn't closed the bedroom door. There he was, back towards you, in his birthday suit and patting himself down with his towel. You licked your lips as your eyes drifted over the toned muscles of his legs, the sensual curves of his ass and muscular back, stopping at what looked like a bullet wound just below his left shoulder blade. Taking large silent steps back towards the kitchen before he spotted you looking at him, you grabbed hold of the counter top to stop your hands from trembling, taking a deep breath in hopes the heat in your face would die down quickly.
God woman, get a grip! You mentally chided yourself for becoming so flustered about a man like this. So what if you've not felt like this since... him. You've known this man for all of twelve hours, had literally three whole sentences of conversation with him, AND you were about to go on a mission together. Shaking yourself off vigorously when you heard him call your name from the other room, you quickly poured two mugs of coffee and carried them back in, adorning your best fake smile.
"Er, you didn't say how you like your coffee, hope black is okay?"
"Perfect love. Thanks."
Handing him one of the mugs and thinking about what was underneath his tight t-shirt and jogging bottoms, you dropped down on the sofa next to him, your wandering mind only just registering the laptop and file on the coffee table in front of you. Snatching the file up and flicking it open, you sat there wide eyed when you saw several photographs of Davenport Manor and its grounds, plus two of yourself.
"You've...been spying on me?!"
Shay nearly spat out the mouthful of liquid he just drank when he saw you looking at the photo's, dropping his mug down and snatching up the file off your lap quickly and placing it back on the table looking slightly flustered.
"No lass.. That was for... well Master Kenway said, oh bloody hell. I knew you were workin for us, just wanted to know a bit about who was gonna be joining me, that's all."
Your usual cheeky confidence came flooding back as you sat there watching him fidget in his seat, pretending to look at something interesting that was flickering on the computer. You decided to let him off for now as you didn't want him going into this without one hundred percent of his focus on the mission, and by the looks of things he couldn't control his emotions nearly as well as you could, even given your recent slip ups.
"Oh it's not a problem, just wondered. So what do you need me to do then? I can't stay long, I'm expected back asap."
"Right, yes. Sorry lass. Well we need to find how to get into the vault in Achilles office. If ya could wear this and get in there somehow, you can leave the rest to me."
Panic consumed you as he handed you a small pin in the shape of the Assassins insignia, concealing what you assumed was some kind of camera. You were scanned every time you entered the manor, and there was no way you could think of getting this through without being detected. Shay, noticing your expression grabbed your hand and squeezed your fingers gently, in attempts to give you some encouragement.
"The assassins aren't the only ones with a first rate tech team (name), it's completely undetectable. I promise. You won't get caught."
Still slightly dubious at his assurance, you figured that he must know that if you did ever get caught, you would blurt out whatever secrets you had about the Templar order just to save your own skin, so you thought best to go along with the plan, for now.
"Fine. So what does this thing do then?"
"It is a camera, but also seeks out anything transmitting a signal. Once we have it, we can duplicate it an I can get in the vault."
Attaching the pin to your hoodie and satisfied it didn't look out of place when you pulled yourself straight, you glanced up at the clock on the wall and grumbled to yourself as you slid off the sofa and downed the rest of your drink.
"Okay. Well I best be off then, the sooner we get this over with the better. Mmmm, good coffee."
Leaning round the corner to drop your mug back into the kitchen, you flashed Shay a dazzling smile when he gave you a wave as you grabbed your bag off the table, and you began to wonder if the backflips your stomach was doing was because of the assignment you were about to do, or the man in the hotel room you had just left.
Driving through the estate and breathing a sigh of relief when you saw the driveway renovations had been finished and you didn't have to walk a mile uphill to the manor, you pulled up in a space close outside, shielding your eyes from the sun to see what work had been done. The house had always been impressive, but since Achilles had now been working from home instead of the main offices in Portsmouth due to health reasons, Connor had insisted that various upgrades be made, and boy did he deliver.
It was more comparable to a mansion now with the extra rooms added on either side, and as there was to be a gala here in just under two weeks, you assumed that it had been extended at the back too. Bounding up the steps as normally as you could to where there were two security guards standing, you handed your bag over and you raised your arms, doing a little twirl as they began scanning you for any devices. Breathing through your nose steadily when you saw one of them eye up the pin, you cocked your head and feigned ignorance when he pointed at it.
"Hmm? Oh nothing, just a gift. Cool huh?"
Years of training under pressure and keeping a calm demeanour even against the most dire of circumstances had paid off, as he simply nodded and wafted his scanner over it, satisfied that it was only a piece of jewellery. Taking your bag back off the other one and walking through the door, you froze in your tracks and didn't dare to turn around when the one with the scanner called you back.
"Hey (name)! Find out where that pin came from, my Mrs would love one, it's her kind of thing."
Letting out a shuddering breath and giving a thumbs up over your head, you walked as fast as you could into the manor before he could ask you anymore questions. Navigating your way through the hallway and trying to locate where Achilles new office was, you suddenly spotted someone who could help you and waited for a moment for him to finish his conversation with what looked like a contractor.
"Connor! Gotta say, fantastic job. The place looks amazing. Only one problem though, now I'm lost!"
The mountain of a man bounded over and gave you a hug that would embarrass a bear and chuckled at you, quickly letting go when he realised you were wheezing slightly. Connor was Achilles adopted son and right hand man, and also one of the few remaining people of the Mohawk tribe. He stood at six foot something tall and was very intimidating, but you knew better when he was around his friends.
"Shé:kon (name)! It is good to see you back, it has been too quiet here with you gone."
"Doubt anyone else has the same opinion Connor, especially Achilles! Speaking of, where's his office now? He left a message saying he wants to see me."
Connor gave you a soft smile and gestured for you to follow him, leading you up the stairs to the end of the new balcony and stopping at a door on the right.
"It would be wise not to speak out of place (name), it has not been a good morning. Stocks have dropped and he has been outbid on the warehouse at the port, so please be cautious."
Taking a deep breath and wishing you could have come earlier now you knew you were about to be on the receiving end of one of Achilles legendary bad moods, you rolled your eyes as Connor hastily retreated back downstairs when you rapped your knuckles on the door.
Heeding Connors warning you entered the room quickly, closing the door behind you and standing in front of the desk, waiting for him to give you permission to sit. Taking a moment to eye up the room whilst Achilles finished his conversation on the phone, you bit the inside of your lip as you glanced over the large bookcases on the back wall, trying to concoct a reason to get closer to them. You dropped into the chair when Achilles motioned for you to sit, your eyes not leaving his as he slammed the receiver back on its cradle and sighed heavily.
"Thank you for coming (name), I'm sure you are wondering why I asked you here, so let's not dally. Altaïr is currently waylaid out of the country on a mission, so I would like you to fulfil his role here temporarily in his absence. You will work with Connor in setting up the new security system and cameras, in preparation for the ball."
"M...Me? Surely there's someone better...."
You were cut off by him raising his hand in slight annoyance before turning to his computer and typing something in, the printer in the corner whirring to life when he had finished.
"Altaïr is my Chief of Security, and I trust him implicitly. He was the one who recommended you, do not let him down. No one sees those schematics apart from you and Connor. Is that understood?"
Regaining your composure quickly as you got up to retrieve the sheath of papers from the printer, you saw your opportunity to stand closer to the bookcase when you saw that there was something in your hand that didn't belong. Standing beside Achilles and handing him the printed email, a wave of guilt washed over you as he snapped it from your hand and turned it face down on the desk then picked up the phone again; signalling that you were dismissed.
Leaving the room quickly, you stood on the balcony staring at the wall for a moment, trying to process what you had just seen. Reading quickly and remembering details was one of your specialties, both a blessing and a curse sometimes. The email was from a well known doctor in New York, an Oncologist to be precise. Achilles had cancer?! The words Inoperable and one year replayed over and over in your mind, making you hope that you had read wrong, but you knew that you hadn't. You were pulled from your trance by the sound of your phone going off; nearly making you drop the swath of papers as you dug around in your bag to find it.
Coffee? I'd love to see you again.
Suddenly remembering one of the reasons you were here, you typed back quickly, thankful that Shay had the mind to keep his messages vague and non descript.
Busy with work, lots to do. I'll message when I can.
I understand if you don't want to see me, but please just say so.
Sighing at his reply, you made a mental note to buy a burner phone once you got out of here and slyly held the papers you had in front of the pin, lingering them there just long enough so he would understand why you couldn't just rush off at his beck and call.
I'm not brushing you off, REALLY busy.
God, this was sounding more like a needy relationship with each passing message you thought.
Ok, hope to see you soon. X
Raising your eyebrow at the kiss at the end of the message, you stuffed your phone back into your bag and headed back downstairs in search of Connor, grimacing when you spied him with several rolls of what you assumed were floor plans in his arms.
Literally banging your head against the doorframe of the security office when the computer simulation had finished and detected yet another blind spot in the cameras, you scowled at Connor when he sat there chuckling at you.
"Do not do that (name), that door is new."
Sticking your tongue out and collapsing in the chair next to him, you grabbed the keyboard and began rewinding the video so you could see how many degrees the camera needed turning again.
"We've been at this for half a week, when's Altaïr coming back?!"
You let out a heavy sigh when he leaned back and shrugged his shoulders, then grimaced when he picked up his glass and finished it's bright green contents in one swallow.
"Urgh, how can you drink that? It smells like pureed weeds."
"Wheatgrass is very good for you (name), it keeps the body and mind clear. You should try it sometime."
"No thank you, I'll stick to the good stuff." You mumbled as you picked up your coffee cup, spitting the mouthful straight back into it when you found it stone cold.
"Three degrees to the right. Your turn Connor."
Shooing him away when he started to grumble about how it was definitely not his turn to adjust the wretched thing, the second he was out of sight you brought up all eleven working cameras, memorising their new positions in the manor. Any information to help Shay steal that ugly necklace would be hugely beneficial, the only upside at being given this infuriating task. Satisfied that you could remember them all, you closed the window and brought the one back up to the camera you were working on, leaving Connor none the wiser as he walked back through the door.
Jamming the enter button with your thumb, you tapped your fingers on the desk irritably as you waited for the program to taunt you again with another failure.
"By the way, I forgot to ask. What's this party for? It didn't say on the email."
"Achilles birthday of course! He insisted that he did not want to make a fuss, but it is his 70th, and also, I think everyone's spirits could do with lifting, do you not think?"
Giggling when he sat bouncing in his chair like an excited child, you had to agree that everyone had been in a slump recently. You were partly to blame for that, just when the Assassins thought they were getting the upper hand for once, the Templars quickly stepped in and snatched whatever advantage they thought they might have had from right under their noses, mostly from information you were feeding them. You did feel a pang of guilt at betraying your friends, but when you found out that Duncan Walpole was torturing innocents for information a few years ago; and the other Master Assassins knew about it but decided to let him get away with it, that's when you decided you were working for the wrong side. The Assassins had become desperate, all morals starting to fly out of the window and going completely against everything that you believed in.
Snapping out of your thoughts when the computer pinged that it had finished it's diagnosis, you punched the air and whooped when it finally said that the interior was completely under watch. Making a quick mental note of the last cameras position, you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder, much to Connor's surprise.
"Where are you going (name)?"
"I don't live here remember? Three whole days, I need my own bed."
It was partly the truth, in seven months you had only slept at your place once, but the main reason was to get back the Mandarin Oriental and hand over the pin, plus draw down the new designs of the Homestead before lethargy made you forget. It was close to midnight when you finally arrived at the hotel, much to the annoyance of the valet who was just about to clock off for the evening. Scoffing and storming past the concierge into the lift when he whispered something about 'working guests are not allowed', you suddenly realised that Shay didn't know that you were on your way. Figuring it was too late to warn him now, you sluggishly dragged yourself down the hall and knocked softly on the door, only just suppressing your smirk when he answered wearing just a pair of sweatpants.
"Don't you ever get dressed? Or am I just special?" You chuckled as you walked in, suddenly feeling a bit more awake.
"I would have made an effort lass, had I known ya were coming. Then again, maybe not?"
Biting the inside of your lip when he gave you a knee weakening look, the corner of your mouth twitched when you saw that he had realised that you didn't embarrass so easily after all, given the now slightly determined expression on his face. What was going on in your mind however was a different story, and not something you planned on revealing anytime soon.
"So, managed to drag yourself away then? Not that I'm complaining, but what's so important that it couldn't wait till the morning?"
"Beer. Pad. Pencil. In that order if you would be so kind Mr Cormac."
Grinning as you took off your hoodie and kicked off your shoes, you dropped down onto the sofa and wiggled about on it, enjoying it's softness compared to the desk chairs you've been sat on for the past few days.
"One beer, one pad, one pencil, in that order, ma'am."
Taking the beer and swallowing half its contents in one go; much to Shays amusement, you placed it down and brought the pad up onto your knees, sketching the floorplan hastily on the paper.
"Ya gonna tell me what you're drawing?"
Shay sat down next to you with his own bottle in hand, cocking his head to try and see over your arm and what you were actually doing.
"A unicorn." You scoffed, giggling slightly as you took in Shays bemused expression. "I'm not joking. A mythical thing that doesn't exist apparently?"
You turned the pad to show him a plan of the second level of the manor, something that even the Grand Master of the Templar's couldn't obtain. It was quickly drawn, but accurate enough to be useful in your next task.
"This my dear Shay, is our way in. I made sure that there are no camera's pointing towards the door of Achilles office, so that should give you more time. Let's just hope they don't spot it and change it. Did you get the signal?"
"Well played lass, you've done a grand job. Yes we got it, it's been analysed and we've found out what kind of vault it is, someone else is workin' on the voice recognition bit that we're also gonna need."
Your brow furrowed slightly at the thought of someone else sneaking into the manor, but brushed it off as you knew that Achilles voice was easily gotten recently with all the planning and phone conversations he's been doing. Handing Shay the pad and taking a small fob off him so you could examine it, you noticed it wouldn't go amiss on a set of car keys, so would be easily smuggled into the party.
"It's good. You have till the morning to get that memorised, then it's ash. Understand?"
"Aye. Oh, Master Kenway told me to give ya this, get something nice to wear to the ball."
Shay pulled out a usual velvet bag from his pants pocket and handed it to you, a glimmer of a smile creeping up your face when you tipped out it's contents to reveal a miniature gold bar, easily sold for several thousand dollars.
"So you and Kenway...?"
"No!" You blurted out a little too quickly when you clicked onto what he was getting at, looking up at him to see him slyly smirking at what you had just said.
"Um, no. We're just friends."
"Ah I see. When a man gives a woman something like that, he wants to be a bit more than just friends lass."
"Yeah I know." You mumbled as you slipped the gold back into its bag and tucked it into your jeans.
Yawning and stretching out to try and make yourself more alert for the drive home, you let out a small cry and grabbed your shoulder when the muscle spasmed up, cursing as you tried to massage the crick in your neck.
Shay finished off the last of his beer and placed the bottle on the table in front of him, then slid behind you and used his legs to shuffle you forwards so he could sit behind you fully. Your mouth formed a small 'o' when he began massaging your shoulder and neck, wincing slightly when he rubbed his thumb along the tightened muscle.
"God yer tense lass, you work too much. So not Master Kenway, but surely you've got a fella that's gonna be pissed that you're going with me to the fancy do and not him?"
Your eyelids had drifted closed as your neck began to feel better with each pass of his hand, but you soon snapped them open and rolled your eyes when you knew what he was probing at.
"No fella, haven't had for years. I prefer it that way."
"How come? I've been the same, but not through choice. I'm supposed to be dead remember."
Sniggering at his comment, your eyes closed again when he moved to the other side of your neck, wondering if you wanted to reveal more details about your life. It was nice to have a conversation that wasn't about work for a change, and you weren't about to stop him from rubbing your shoulders whatever his intentions, so you chose to carry on.
"Had a couple of relationships, the first was with a civilian who knew nothing about what we do. Don't think that needs any more explaining? The last, well he is an Assassin, but when I started working for the Templars... There's only so much lying and sneaking one can do before the other has had enough of it. So, less drama this way."
Feeling more than drowsy due to your lack of sleep and rather amazing neck rub from Shay, you snapped your head up when you realised that you had almost nodded off, earning you a soft chuckle from the man behind you.
"Come on lass, you're not going anywhere tonight. You're lucky I don't mind sharin' a bed."
Looking up groggily when he slid one arm under your legs and the other around your shoulders; picking you up and carrying you to his bedroom, you barely registered him dropping you down on the soft pillows, pulling the duvet over you.
"Thank you, Shay." You mumbled, already half asleep.
"No problem. Hope ya don't snore?"
Giggling gently and tucking the duvet under your chin when you felt him climb into the bed next to you, you shook your head as you spoke, your words barely more than a tired whisper.
"No, I don't.... you're awfully sweet for a Templar.... nice ass too...." Was the last thing to pass your lips as you fell into a deep sleep.
Fluttering your eyes open when a crack of light warmed your face through the curtains, you sat up with a start and checked your watch when you thought you'd missed your code; sighing and rubbing your face when it was only just after eight. Glancing to the other side of the bed and noticing it was empty, you dragged yourself up and plodded towards the living room when the smell of fresh brewed coffee and bacon tickled your nose. Your stomach began growling when you spied the spread on the table; toast and jam, bacon and eggs, platters of fruit, and of course, lots of caffeine. Shay peered over the newspaper he was reading when he heard you come in, confusing you slightly when he dropped it down onto the table with a rather seductive grin.
"Morning lass, sleep alright? Help yourself to breakfast, didn't know what you liked so ordered a bit of everything."
"Yes, thank you again for letting me stay. Something funny?"
Sliding onto the chair next to him and grabbing a slice of bacon, you chewed on it thoughtfully as you stared at him out of the corner of your eye, wondering what the cause was for his amusement.
"Ah nothing important. Ya got anything to do today? We could do with making a plan of what were doing once we get inside the manor, and I was wondering if you could pick something up for me?"
Helping yourself to a cup of coffee and a slice of toast, you held the bread between your teeth as you got up and rummaged through your bag for your phone, entering your code before checking your emails and schedule. As you weren't expected back from Russia until later this week; your constant nagging at Shaun making him work extra hard so he could be rid of you, so your next two days were event and mission free. Though the thought of being an errand girl didn't vastly appeal, spending the day lounging about with nothing to do was equally unattractive.
"Something I can't send the concierge out for, let's put it that way. So, you free for a bit?"
Nodding when you stuffed the remainder of the slice in your mouth and coughed as you swallowed it a bit too hard, you pulled your hoodie on and grabbed your bag, desperately needing at least a shower and a clean set of clothes before you spent the day planning anything.
"Yep, going home to change first, I can pick up whatever you need on the way."
"You could freshen up here if ya like, can send your stuff out to be cleaned?" He said hopefully as he handed you a slip of paper with an address on it, along with a small brass key.
Your eyes narrowed slightly as you wondered why he wanted you to stay so much, thinking it was rather presumptuous of him that you would actually want to be naked and wet in the next room. He wasn't wrong, you'd actually thought about it on more than one occasion but that would only be stoking a fire that you didn't want burning at this moment in time, so you decided against it.
"That's okay, there's a few other bits I need to do as well. Who's Finnegan?"
The address on the note was one that you knew well, it was an old pawn shop in the back streets of Boston, somewhere you actually planned on going today to sell the gold you had been given from Haytham. Shay had obviously noticed your apprehension at his suggestion, as he all of a sudden felt the need to explain why he had said it.
"A couple I know who hid a few things for safe keeping. The boss was wrong, there are a couple of people who know I'm alive but they don't know where I am. When I asked if ya wanted to stay I didn't mean anything by it, just nice to have someone to talk to other than Master Kenway. Was kinda hoping we could be friends as well as work together."
Even though you had just decided not to pursue the man, you couldn't help a pang of disappointment as you watched him get up and open the front door for you.
"I'd like that. You seem like a decent bloke, maybe when you're done hiding in the shadows we could go out for a drink."
"Kind of you to say love, I'm not just a nice ass ya know."
Turning around wide eyed to see him give you a cheeky wink before closing the door behind you, you now realised what he had found so amusing this morning. You had actually said that out loud?! You remembered thinking it just before you drifted off last night, and mentally scolded yourself for your lack of brain-mouth barrier putting you in an embarrassing situation yet again.
Pulling up outside 'Wynerts Pawn Shop', you scowled and waited a few minutes as you spotted two Templar hired guns walk inside. Even though the infamous Ned Wynert didn't work in this particular store, his rules were legendary, and his employees were to enforce them by any means necessary. The man was neither friend nor foe, completely neutral in accommodating both Assassin and Templar needs, and there was under no circumstances to be any conflict in or within the vicinity of any of his shops. After lengthy debating, both sides had eventually agreed.
After several minutes of waiting you became impatient and headed inside, glancing over the shelves of the numerous trinkets and Knick knacks; including several hefty weapons while you waited for the clerk to be finished with his customers. You stood there defiantly when one of them turned around and immediately noticed who you were, thanks to the insignia on your hoodie that you had forgotten to take off. Clenching your fist when he slyly pushed his jacket to the side to reveal a holster and a 9mm Glock, a smirk creased your face when you heard the unmistakable cocking of a shotgun from behind him, making him turn around quickly.
"You know the rules. Get out, while you can still walk."
Stepping to the side when both the men glared at you and ran out before they got into even more trouble and lost a limb, you approached the counter with a cheery smile as the cashier returned his gun to under the counter.
"Templars, always so highly strung. What can I do for you today (name)?"
"Morning Marc. What will you give me for this?"
Handing over the small bag that you tugged out of your pocket, you fiddled with your cuff while you waited for him to weigh and examine the precious metal, then slide over his ledger to log the takings.
"Eighteen hundred. That's not up for negotiation either, the price of gold has dropped."
You nodded soberly in acceptance of his offer knowing that there was nowhere else you could take it around here, plus you had less than a week to buy some kind of a dress for the party. Stuffing the wad of money into a hidden compartment in your bag, you pulled out the key that Shay had given to you and placed it gingerly on the counter, much to his surprise.
"Need to pick up something too, it's under the name 'Finnegan'."
Flinching when he leaned under the counter to press something and the door automatically locked; the shutters rolling down and plunging the store into near darkness with a clang, you were now more than slightly baffled as he gestured for you to follow him to the back of the shop, grabbing the key and blinking a few times to readjust your eyes to the brightly lit corridor. Hesitantly entering an almost sparse, vault like room that had nearly two dozen locked metal doors inset on the walls after he punched in a lengthy code into the keypad on the wall, you slid Shays key in the left hand slot of one of the security boxes when he pulled out a ring of keys and slotted one into the right hand side, both of you turning them at the exact same time.
Marc left the room and closed the door behind him without saying a single word, only giving you a simple nod as the hinges creaked and revealed what you had come here to collect. Tugging out a rather old, but well crafted wooden chest and setting it down on the small table behind you, you traced your fingers over the intricate carvings as you debated on whether you should open it or not. Your decision was made for you when you tried to lift the lid but it wouldn't budge, and you could see no way of opening it without ripping the top off its hinges. Retrieving the key from the door and tucking the chest under your arm, you made your way back to the front of the shop, still baffled at what could be so important that it would be locked away like this.
The staff of the hotel had become used to you coming and going it seemed, when they barely even acknowledged you even though you had a wooden box balanced on your shoulder as you followed your usual route to the penthouse. Balancing it carefully on your knee so you could let yourself in, you silently toed the door shut when you saw that Shay sat at the table with his back to you, engrossed in something on his laptop with headphones on. Hmmm, he wants to be friends he said? Of the less than a handful of people who you actually call that, they would describe you as cheeky and playful, borderline tease with some of your antics towards your male associates, and you decided that he should be no exception.
Placing the chest down on the floor next to the wall, you crept up behind him silently and bent over so your head was level with the back of his neck, with every intention of licking him to get his attention. You soon realised that was not going to happen as the second you leaned in you felt a strong hand around your wrist; squealing as you were pulled forward firmly and spun around, so you were now sat in his lap with his left arm supporting you as you fell back.
"Holy shit you're quick! How did you know I was there?"
Chewing your bottom lip nervously as the way his eyes drifted over you instantly reminded you of the checklist you had made the first time you had met, you cleared your throat as he pulled you up to sitting and took off his headphones with his free hand, but quickly moved it back to the keyboard so you were pinned between his arms.
"You're not the only one with a few tricks up their sleeve lass." He chuckled as he jiggled you slightly on his legs to get more comfortable. "Take a look at this, our man in play to record Achilles voice."
Now partly aroused and still completely gobsmacked that he had managed to get the jump on you, you realised that he wasn't about to let you move anytime soon so you turned your head to look at the screen to your left. You couldn't quite believe your eyes as you stared at the crystal clear image of an overhead view of the homestead, several white vans coming and going with equipment and supplies for the upcoming party, with Connor directing them to different parts of the grounds. You thought that the manor was well protected against flying electronic devices, but you figured with Altaïr still gone, no improvements had been made since the renovations other than the cameras that you had recently done. Boy had the Templars done their homework. Shay's arms tightened around you; making your face warm up even more as he typed something to make the image zoom in to one specific man, who was speaking to a seemingly very irate Achilles judging by the way he was banging his cane on the floor.
"Will it work if his voice is angry?"
"Aye it should do, those computer techs are some clever blokes. Did you manage to get what I asked for?"
Speechless again when he dropped his hand on your leg and walked his fingers up your thigh very deliberately, you nodded your head and pointed over to where you had placed the box, your breath hitching when Shay scraped his chair back and stood up with you in his arms, gracefully placing you down on your feet.
"What's up lass, cat got ya tongue?" He chuckled as he picked up the chest and pushed his computer to one side so he could place it down on the table. Slyly shaking yourself off and finding your voice again now that you weren't sat on his knee, your usual quick wit came back swiftly, even with x-rated images running through your mind.
"Not at all. There's only one, perhaps two things that can make me stop talking."
Gotcha! You thought to yourself, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively and making it his turn to fluster, realising that you actually quite liked that someone could match you in the flirting department. Sitting down in the chair and resting your chin in your hands as you balanced your elbows on the edge of the table, you watched him intently when he spun the box around and pressed on one of the engravings; which popped open to reveal a hidden lock. He pulled another key out of his pocket, a silver one this time and inserted it in the hole, turning it forwards and backwards several times to make the lid spring open.
"Very clever, I was wondering how you could get in it."
Shay winked at you as he started lifting out the contents of the chest, carefully placing each thing side by side on the tabletop. Two sidearms, Walther P99's to be precise, followed by what looked like his passport mixed with several other documents, and a slim leather pouch which he flipped open to reveal some very thin acupuncture type needles, accompanied by a glass vial filled with a deep blue liquid. There was obviously something else in there as he kept one hand inside the box, but for some strange reason he was hesitant in bringing it out. His eyes flickered between you and the chest for several moments before you saw him hold his breath and slowly lift his arm, your eyes widening in awe as revealed the last thing to you.
A hidden blade.
The concealed weapons had come a long way over the years, a tradition that the assassins had kept throughout the ages but adapting them to make them more easily disguised. Your own was merely a black leather strap around your arm, no bigger than a shirt cuff with thin bracelets attached to it; an untrained eye would just think it was a fancy accessory, and a small collapsible blade in the wrist compartment, but it was still just as deadly as the originals. But this. This one was old. A few hundred years you guessed given by it's design, but it was in almost pristine condition. Its black and tan hide was perfectly etched with intricate swirls, the silver buckles and casing showed only slight signs of wear. This one had been looked after well. Reaching out to touch it but drawing your hand back quickly when you saw Shay was still looking at you nervously, you chanced the question that had been on the tip of your tongue since you laid eyes on the gauntlet.
"You're... An assassin?"
Your words were barely a whisper as he pulled up his shirt sleeve and slid the bracer onto his arm, fingers deftly doing up the straps as if he had done it a million times before.
"I was. Betrayed by my own, the same as you I'm guessing. Although you haven't nearly been killed because of their treachery."
"The bullet wound on your back?"
You drummed your fingers on the table as you processed this new information when he softly nodded once, wondering if it actually made a difference what he was before. It must have taken a great deal of trust for him to tell you this, and you actually felt kind of smug that he had enough confidence in you to reveal yet another secret that could endanger his life. But now there was a problem, one that needed to be addressed immediately as it could put your entire operation in jeopardy.
"Makes no odds to me if you were an assassin before, you've just proven even more how underhanded they can be and I'm not exactly one to judge. But we're about to go into the manor with god knows how many other masters and what not, surely someone will recognise you?"
Shay looked more than slightly relieved that you seemed unfazed at what he had just told you, all nervousness dropping from his face and his usual devilish grin creeping back quickly as he fiddled with his shirt so it completely covered his blade.
"Doubt it, I never really worked with others, kind of a lone wolf ya might say. A couple of the mentor's might, and maybe one or two others, so I'll stay out their way if you need to do your thing. Plus we'll be wearin' masks, so that'll help no end."
Completely forgetting that Connor had gone over the top and decided it was to be a masquerade ball now, you felt slightly at ease that you wouldn't be caught escorting a well known traitor and possibly exposing yourself at the same time. It was still risky, but you were sure you could still pull it off. Grabbing the laptop and sliding it towards you, you shooed him away with a grin when he moved behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder, attempting to peek at what you were doing.
"Nuh uh, you're not seeing the dress until the big day."
You were sat in your car, shuffling in your seat to try and push away the need to pee that you'd been wanting for the past hour. Just as the urge started to become overwhelming, the person you had been sent to 'retrieve' information from finally came out of the bank and strolled into the coffee shop next door. Perfect. Jumping out and almost sprinting across the street and into the store, the corner of your mouth twitched when you saw that you could kill two birds with one stone when your mark went straight into the ladies room. Finally getting to relieve yourself, you took your time washing your hands and pretending to fix your makeup as you waited for your assignment to come out of the end cubicle. The second you heard the door click, you took three large steps to block her way from coming out, pushing her back inside forcefully so she fell back onto the toilet with a thud.
"Miss Greene. You're William Johnson's secretary, are you not? I'd like to talk to you about the warehouse that he's trying to buy at the docks."
You flicked out your hidden blade when she went to jump up to try and get by you, grabbing her by the throat and aiming it towards her eye with a menacing chuckle. She was taller than you which is why she probably thought she could get away, but the second she saw your weapon her eyes widened in fear, now knowing who she was up against.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, I'm not exactly in a good mood right now and it would be in your own best interests if you cooperated."
"I'm not saying anything, Assassin." She spat, wheezing when your grip around her tightened in a show of your impatience.
"Oh you will, unless the last thing you want to see is the ceiling of Starbucks toilets. Now, how high is Mr Johnson prepared to go for that particular property?"
Sighing and shaking your head when she pursed her lips together in defiance, you raised your arm and pressed the tip of your blade into the corner of her eye, with just enough pressure so that it broke the skin.
"Okay okay! I'll.... I'll tell you! Half a million, he... he really wants it!"
You grimaced when you knew that was way more than Achilles was able to pay, and this certain warehouse next to the docks was fundamental in bringing in supplies for renovations across the city, including creating about a hundred jobs, which is why you would never sabotage his attempts in procuring it. After overhearing a meeting between Haytham and Johnson whilst you were hid in Kenway's private bathroom when he turned up unannounced, you knew what kind of business man he was. Shrewd and sneaky, a sniper who loved letting people think they had won, and then snatching whatever it was from their grasp at the last second. Having this knowledge you had come prepared for this, letting go of the now trembling womans neck so you could pull something out of your pocket. The bidding was due to end at 5pm today, so you had to make sure that your plan went without a hitch, forcing you to do something completely out of character.
"At 4:55 today, I want you to plug this into your computer, not a second earlier, not a second later. Do you understand?"
You pressed a USB stick into her hand and squeezed her fingers tightly shut around it, narrowing your eyes when you saw she was about to drop it into the toilet.
"Do it, or I'll pay a visit to your sister Lily. She still lives near the park right?"
It was an empty threat, you would never do anything to harm an innocent, and you hoped that the slight falter in your voice didn't betray that fact. Luck was on your side when her face became panic stricken and she nodded furiously, on the verge of tears as she slipped the stick into her bag. Retracting your blade and pulling yourself straight, you left the nearly bawling woman dabbing at the spot of blood on her cheek, giving her one last threatening look before heading back out and towards your car.
Glancing at the clock on your dash, you cursed under your breath when you were now running late to pick up your dress thanks to the mission taking longer than you had initially thought. You had fifteen minutes to get across town, so you revved your engine loudly as you sped off down the street, hoping that the lights were on your side for a change. Making it to the 'boutique' with literally thirty seconds to spare, you nearly crashed into the door and through the glass pane just as the owner went to close it and lock up for the day.
"Becca, I'm so sorry I'm late! I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
Comically begging and blowing her kisses when she opened the door to let you in with a grumble, you giggled and rubbed your hands together when you saw your dress hanging up next to the rack of guns. This wasn't your average boutique. Rebecca specialised in clothing sure, but adapting it for certain... activities. Guns, blades, Tasers, if you needed it concealing, she was your girl. A parachute hidden in a bikini? No problem.
"You had better (name), I'm meeting my tit of a fella in an hour, so hurry up and check it so I can get out of here."
"I'll be quick. Did you manage to make the alterations okay?"
"Of course. It's not like I'm a novice at doing these kind of things." She said a little irritibly as she crossed her arms and leaned against the counter, but you paid her bad mood no mind as you already had something tucked in your back pocket that would make up for your tardiness.
Running your hands over the jet silky fabric, you examined the front of the dress to see that it's splits had been extended to just above mid-thigh level so you could move more freely should the need arise, and two secret pockets had been sewn into the bodice of it so you could take a slim blade or something else that you could use to defend yourself. Not that you expected anything to go wrong tonight, but your cautious side wouldn't allow you to go unprepared in case the worst should happen. Picking up the clutch and shoes that would accompany it, you gave her a beaming smile and handed over an envelope filled with money in appreciation for what she had done for you on such short notice, and of course her discretion in why you would need to conceal something in your dress, which she knew you'd be wearing in a room full of assassins.
"It's perfect, you've definitely outdone yourself! Here, sorry I was late."
Grinning when she squealed excitedly as you handed her two box tickets for the next Red Sox game, you carefully slipped the garment in its bag, eager to get home so you could start the lengthy task of primping yourself for later.
"Told you I'd make it up to you. Tell Desmond I said hi, and he owes me a sparring rematch for cheating last time."
"Oh I will, thanks for these, you've made my week!"
Waving as you almost skipped back to your car and lay everything down on the back seat, you slid into the front and pulled out your phone, hoping that the last thing you needed to do went just as smoothly. Digging your earpiece out of the glove box, you fiddled with it to get it marginally comfortable and brought up your call list, hitting redial to the last person you spoke to.
"Shaun? You there?"
"Yes, did everything go to plan your end?"
Slapping your head when you remembered he couldn't see you nodding on the other end of the phone, you turned on the ignition and pulled out of your space, taking the slighty longer way home so you would go past Templar headquarters.
"God I hope so. I'm almost there, are you ready?"
You pulled up across the street of your destination and kept the engine running as you stared intently at the revolving glass doors, your knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so hard while you waited for Shaun to work his magic.
"I'm in. Any minute now."
Breathing a sigh of relief that your intimidation had worked, you burst out laughing a few seconds later when you heard the ringing of smoke alarms in the air, the people who were working in the building pouring out into the street now soaking wet from the sprinkler system. Spying a very angry William Johnson throw his now ruined cell phone onto the floor and smashing it to pieces, you pulled off in almost hysterics and wishing you had the time to take a photo of the sodden Templars.
"Son of a....!"
Grabbing a tissue when you managed to poke yourself in your eye with the mascara wand, you gently blotted away the black smudge, careful not to ruin any of the other makeup that you had just spent the last half hour doing. Clenching your fist to try and stop your hand from trembling, you chucked the mascara down on your dresser with a sigh when it did little good. You hadn't been this anxious about going out on a mission since your first time in the field all those years ago, the ticking of the clock on the wall as it edged closer to the time Shay was picking you up making it more nerve-wracking with each passing second.
Studying yourself in the mirror and determining that you didn't look like a clown, you grabbed your shoes and slipped them on, wobbling a little as it had been some time since you had worn heels this high. You dropped to the floor and rummaged about under your bed to pull out a small weapons chest, scowling when the several yards of body tape you had used to keep your dress in place started to peel from your skin. "Whyyyyyy did I choose one with a low back?!" You wailed to yourself miserably as you pressed the dress firmly onto the side of your breast again, praying that it actually held for the evening so the entirety of the Brotherhood didn't see your nipples.
Picking the smallest and thinnest blade you owned out of the box and kicking it back under the bed, you tucked it into the concealed pocket in the front of the bodice, the ruffled and beaded fabric hiding it's outline perfectly. Peering past your curtains when you heard a car horn outside, you took a deep breath and picked up your clutch and mask off your dresser when you saw a black town car waiting for you downstairs, hoping that you weren't about to make the biggest mistake of your life.
Ignoring the stares from the chauffeur as he held open the rear door for you, you held onto your dress tightly as you slid yourself in onto the smooth leather seat, Shay's instant gawking making you giggle slightly.
"Shit lass, you do scrub up well. Don't think ya can say anything about me not wearing much anymore."
"Um, thank you? You look nice too." You uttered as you pulled the dress over your leg when it had parted due to the high slit and the movement of the car, stealing little peeks at him out of the corner of your eye.
Your heart began to pound as your gaze roamed over him and drank in every little detail, wondering how on earth you were going to be able to concentrate on anything now. He was wearing a tuxedo but he had foregone the traditional bow tie and left the top two buttons of his shirt undone, a dark red brocade waistcoat and he had left his hair down; only just resisting the temptation to raise your hand to run your fingers through it. The mask he had chosen suited him perfectly, completely covering the top half of his face with little horns on the edge, reminding you of a devil. If you didn't know who he already was, you would never had been able to guess.
You yelped when the car took a hard left turn and you slipped across the seat so you were now pressing up firmly against Shay; glancing up quickly to see the driver sniggering in the rearview mirror.
Cheeky bastard. You thought as the warmth from the man next to you seemed to swarm straight to your core, not helped in the slightest when he rested his hand on your knee. Clearing your throat gently, you leaned over to pick up your mask that had fell to the floor thanks to the drivers' shenanigans, and shifted around to turn your back to Shay as you held it up to your face, figuring the momentary distraction would give you the chance to calm down slightly.
"Would you mind?"
You had never been so wrong in your life.
Your skin immediately goose bumped when his fingers grazed your neck to pick up the ribbon that would secure your mask, your breathing becoming shallower, faster when he tied it carefully as not to catch your hair and leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, his knuckles skimming down your bare back.
"Is that alright?"
You hoped the lace of the mask covered enough of your cheeks to hide the flush creeping up them as you softly nodded and turned back around so you could sit properly, catching his gaze and unable to look away when you saw his eyes had darkened to almost black.
"You okay love? Don't seem yourself tonight."
It took you longer to reply than usual thanks to your highly aroused state, making Shay look a little anxious when he thought that he had overstepped his bounds as you quickly looked away and stared at the purse in your lap.
"I'm fine, just a bit of nerves. Because of the mission." You blurted out, not able to come up with any other excuse. "Plus it's a bit warm in here, glad I didn't bring a coat."
Shay chuckled at your attempted excuse of why you were so distracted tonight, smirking to himself when he caught you staring at his rear as he leaned forward to pick up a decanter and two glasses from a drinks compartment near the door.
"Is that right? Well, how about a little something to steady those nerves ay?"
Damn it. He knows what he's done to you. Hoping to pull yourself out of the clouds, you flashed him a smile as he handed you one of the glasses with a rather hefty slosh of whiskey in it, staring at the amber liquid for a moment before drinking it in one gulp and coughing slightly when spices burnt your throat.
"Thanks, I needed that." You wheezed as you handed him back the glass, looking out the window to see a familiar car park.
"Shay, we're here. You ready?"
Watching him wink at you and knock back his own drink before getting out the car with an air of confidence when it pulled up outside the manor, you were pleasantly surprised when it was him that opened the door for you and not the driver. Taking his arm as he extended it to help you out, you took a deep breath and put your game face on as you were escorted up the steps and into the party.
Making it through security without a hitch; the gadgets Shay had concealed in his jacket just as undetectable as before, your eyes widened as you walked through the dimly lit hallway towards the back of the house. It had been cordoned off to all apart from Connor and the workmen, making it a surprise for everyone attending and you were almost speechless as you passed through the thin strips of voile and into the new grand hall. It was something out of a mystical fantasy, nearly all completely candle lit, drapes of purples, reds, and golds isolating off secluded booth's and areas, and a large dance floor in the middle of the room. A grand chandelier hung above it, reflecting the light and making it look like stars were floating in the air, and the band were playing something soft in the background while the guests were arriving.
"Wow, never been to a party this fancy before lass, did you know it was gonna be like this?"
Shaking your head as you looked about the nearly hundred odd guests that were already here, even though everyone was wearing masks you instantly spotted several people you knew. Ezio was not so subtly glancing at himself at one of the large ornate mirrors, smoothing down his ruffled dress shirt even though it wasn't creased. The corner of your mouth twitched as you spied the Greene’s, Evie looking way out of her comfort zone in an emerald chiffon ball gown and looking like she would do anything to rip it off right here and now.
"Nothing we can do at the moment, so how about we enjoy ourselves for a bit? You go an say hi, I'll go to the bar for us."
Shuddering when you felt Shay's hand caress the small of your back for a moment before heading over to the obscenely large drinks station on the left, you wondered how long you were going to be able to keep this up before you went out of your mind with lust as you made your way through the room towards your friends.
"Henry! I've not seen you in ages, how have you been? You look nice Evie."
Biting your lip so you wouldn't laugh when she scowled at your compliment, you gave Henry an apologetic look when he sighed and shook his head at his wife's growing temper.
"You know I despise wearing these infernal things (name), hence my bad mood. The second the photographs are done I'm getting changed."
Just as you were about to ask what photo's, you yelped when you felt a meaty hand slap your arse, spinning around when you immediately knew who would be so bold.
"Jeysus (name)! Daaaamn you look good! That dress would be much better on my floor though."
Edward Kenway was in charge of all of the assassins seafaring missions and armada of ships, fancying himself as a bit of a pirate and ladies man. The party had obviously started several hours before for him, judging by his slightly dishevelled state and the nearly empty bottle of Jack in his hand, but him being here also meant... Crap. Right on queue his best friend and your ex polled up behind him, slinging his arm over his shoulder with a couple of bottles of beer in his other hand, not quite as drunk as Edward, but still tipsy.
"Hi Jacob, made an effort I see. I thought you couldn't come because of what was going on in London?" You breathed when you saw he was in his usual attire of hat, waistcoat and shirt, but at least had the good grace to take his coat off.
"Eddie came and got me, no chance I'd pass up an open bar! Going back tomorrow, missed me?"
Even though your break up wasn't amicable, you still carried a torch for the man, and you knew he did for you. His offer to take you to London, away from all of this and get a fresh start had been hugely tempting, but like a fool, you had said no, in way too deep to be able to sever the ties from the Templars. They would have found you, exposing what you had done, branding you a traitor and being hunted down by both sides. Not a life that you wanted, and you definitely didn't want to put Jacob in more danger than he was already in so it was better this way. Noticing Evie and Henry were glaring at you; them having taken the brunt of Jacob's more than normal reckless behaviour and attitude after you had split, you forced a laugh and gave him a playful punch in the arm, then ruffled Edward's hair as you gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Course I missed you both, you're the life of the party!"
"Damn right we are! Who might this be then?" Edward said, his words becoming more slurred with each pass of the bottle over his lips.
You were surprised when you saw an arm come from behind you and hand you a glass of some kind of fruity punch, thinking that Shay was going to avoid as much interaction as he could with other people while he was here, but one glance up at him you knew he was confident enough that none of them knew who he was. The entire group bar yourself immediately tensed up at having a complete stranger in their midst, an expected natural reaction which is why you had come up with an alias during your planning.
"This is Sergei, we met in Russia. Sergei this is Henry and his wife Evie, Edward, and.. Jacob."
Watching Jacob flex his fist out of the corner of your eye when Shay wove his arm around your waist, you slyly elbowed him in the ribs to get him to remove it for two reasons. One, you had already drawn enough attention to yourselves without having a punch up in the middle of the hall, and secondly Henry was the only one to extend his hand to Shay, still eyeing him up suspiciously.
"Welcome friend, I hear Russia is nice this time of year. Kak vy poznakomilis' (name)?"
Wait, what?! Henry speaks Russian?? Now this you had not prepared for, and you began to internally panic as you thought your cover was blown when Shay shook Henry's hand and just stared at him blankly. Your jaw dropped slightly with what happened next, the entire evening becoming full of revelations.
"Bezopasnost' v novom byuro. Think we better stick to English, doesn't look like anyone else here can speak the language?" Shay chuckled when he saw that Henry was satisfied that he was who he claimed to be, now eyeing up his hidden blade that was peeking out from under his shirt.
"Indeed. An admirer of the classics I see. I too prefer the older versions of weapons, you should visit my Curio shop if you ever venture to London."
"Aye I shall. I'm afraid I must steal (name) away for a moment, there's something we need to talk about. Good to meet you all."
You were still slightly dumbfounded as Shay returned his arm to around your waist and led you away from the group, who were now somewhat more at ease apart from Jacob who was still gritting his teeth and glaring as you went to sit down in one of the secluded booths.
"Well you're just full of surprises! Where did you learn Russian? I spent half a year there and only just managed to pick up 'where's the bathroom'."
"I used to travel a lot, helps no end if ya can speak the same language. Looks like I need to avoid a certain someone for the next few hours?" He whispered against you with an amused smirk on his face.
Glancing back to the other side of the room when he gestured over before draping his arm over your shoulders, you frowned when you saw a rather surly Jacob staring over at you, and an annoyed Evie yelling at him to calm down.
"Yeah.... Sorry about that. I don't know why he's being this way, he was the one who dumped me, and that was years ago. This isn't helping you know."
Jigging your shoulders and looking at him pointedly only made him pull you closer to him, followed by a light kiss to the side of your head which made your stomach resemble an acrobats performance.
"I am supposed to be your date this evening, people would think there was something wrong if I didn't behave this. Best I carry on, for appearances."
You chewed the inside of your lip as his fingers ghosted up and down your arm, knowing he was partly right, but that wasn't the main reason and it was driving you crazy, especially now you could feel his breath on your neck that was making you tremble in anticipation. You just stifled a whimper when his hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up so you caught his gaze as his thumb caressed your cheek, his eyes flicking over you enticingly as he leaned forward so that his lips were an inch away from yours.
"I need to go for a moment, check things out. I'll be back as soon as I can."
All you could manage was a simple nod as he slid out of the seat and made his way back out of the hall, snapping you out of your lascivious haze. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! You're a trained assassin for god's sake, how on earth are you letting a man seduce you like this?! At this moment in time you wish you had a gun pointed at your head, at least that would be less nerve wracking. Maybe.... You shouldn't hold back anymore? Once this mission was over you assumed you wouldn't be working together in the foreseeable future, so you could see no reason to keep denying what you craved so much.
Peeking through the drapes when you heard almighty cheers coming from the other side of the room, you burst out laughing when you saw Ezio and Connor engaged in a pretty intense arm wrestle, Edward somehow refereeing while still cheering for his grandson. Just as you got up to join in the fun, you were immediately knocked back down onto your seat when you crashed into something warm and firm, the wind knocking out of you when you saw Jacob had suddenly stepped in front of you to stop you from leaving.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Erm, sure. What about?"
Sliding down the seat so he could sit next to you, you began to feel slightly anxious when he just stared at his beer bottle, picking at the label and tearing it off one thin strip at a time.
"Where's your date gone?"
"Had to nip off to take a call, work I think."
"His loss is my gain then. I would never run off and leave you, especially when you're looking like that."
Jacob smirked as he not so subtly eyed you up, your already warm features burning as he made that little needy keen that used to make your heart melt. You took a huge gulp of your drink to try and give you a moment to come up with some kind of witty retort, but after several moments of uncomfortable silence, you couldn't come up with a single thing other than to ask a dumb question.
"So what did you want to talk to me about?"
You kept your eyes fixated on his hands while he fiddled with the bottle a moment longer, making you slightly nonplussed when he set it down on the table and pushed it away, still half full. In all the years you had known him, he had never not finished a drink, he actually prided himself on it so you knew he must be serious for a change.
"I want... I want you to come back with me. Tomorrow. I've missed you so much. I've got a place now, and a proper job, apart from going about busting up Templars, and I know that's what you were worried about before even though you didn't say."
All you could do was sit there staring into space, your jaw slacked as his words hit your ears. You regretted saying no once before, and here he was asking you again. Your mind was whirl winding out of control, stirring up every single emotion imaginable within you as you internally debated his question. After what felt like an eternity, your vocal chords decided to work just as you had come to the same answer as before. You couldn't, you just... couldn't do it. The reasons hadn't changed, nor had the considerable risk to both his and your lives. Placing your hand gently on top of his and letting out a soft sigh as he gazed up at you hopefully, you found that you couldn't look him in the eye as you spoke.
You were spared of actually saying the words that he already knew were coming as he dropped his head numbly, when your attention was pulled to someone clearing their throat beside you. Snapping your hand back quickly and watching every single one of Jacobs muscles tense up as Shay pushed aside the fabric so he could see you properly, you flinched when Jacob suddenly got up and snatched his beer back off the table, knocking it back in one swallow before barging past Shay forcefully.
"She's all yours, mate." He sneered as his eyes flickered between you and Shay when he extended his hand to help you up.
"Never had a doubt. Mate. Appreciate you noticing though."
Even though the music had gotten louder you could hear Shay's comment was dripping with sarcasm, making you think you were back in a Grade school playground. Letting out a huff while you watched Jacob saunter off back over to his best friend and sister as if nothing had happened, you decided that you'd had enough dramatics this evening and concentrated on the mission at hand instead.
"So, everything's in order I take it?" You mumbled as he lay his palm on your back, the momentary lack of shudders down your spine coming back full force at his touch.
"Hmmm just about lass, just need to make sure everyone’s in here. We need to create some kind of distraction. You up for it? After your little conversation there?"
Cocking your head when you couldn't place his expression; the mask making it damn near impossible to distinguish anything other than the curve threatening to adorn his lips, you stood a little straighter and lifted your head with resolve, determined to see this thing through.
"Of course. What did you have in mind?"
You linked your arm through the crook of his elbow as he guided the way through the now almost jam packed hall and towards the polished wooden area in the centre, stopping at the edge of it to turn around to face you.
"Tell me love. Can you dance?"
A sensual smile crept up your face, and your chest began to flutter as he draped his hands on your hips and made little stroking movements; inhaling sharply as he stepped forward so that he was just brushing against you.
"Aye, and not just in the way you're thinking of right now." He murmured huskily against your cheek before grazing his mouth against it, every part of you starting to go into a frenzy when he pulled back and even with his face half obscured, you knew exactly what that look was.
There were only two other couples on the dance floor when Shay took your hand and led you into the middle, laying your hand on his arm as he rest his on your waist. The corner of your lips twitched as the band started the next song when they saw they had new people in front of them, Shakira's Objection ringing through the air.
"Did you plan this?" You gasped as he suddenly moved his arm down to part your dress and hook your bare leg over his hip, his other holding your body flush against his.
You didn't know whether to smile or moan when he leant you back slowly, swaying you and bringing you back up as the intro started, his breath hot on your lips as he slowly and deliberately inched his hand up to caress the curve of your rear. Your lips twitched as his eyes widened for a moment before he dropped your leg down to spin you several times in front of him and you ended up with your back to his chest; sliding your body down him provocatively in time with beat.
"You're not wearing underwear, are ya?" He whispered in your ear as you returned back up and curled your arm around his neck.
The playful glint in his eye became more fervent as you subtly pressed your ass against his groin just before he retook your hands twirling you out of his embrace as the tempo started to quicken.
You had been taught the tango long ago, your mentors insisting that you had to be ready in any situation, but nothing could have ever prepared you for this. Your skin felt like it was on fire under his every caress of your body, each time he pressed himself against you, you could feel a dangerous tingling in your abdomen, pooling between your legs that was blooming with each risqué step. You hadn't even noticed that the other people had left the floor and the vast majority of the party were now circling around gasping in awe at your alluring display; everything seemed to disappear, the only things remaining were you, and the man who was driving you to delirium under his touch.
His grip tightened around you when you softly moaned in his ear as he slid his thigh between your legs, grinding you against him and pressing just hard enough to send a pulse straight through you that had you writhing against him for more, making the wetness that was growing seep into the fabric of your dress. You knew it wouldn't take much more to make you come undone, and judging by what all of your senses were telling you, it wouldn't for him either. From his heavy breathing that had nothing to do with the dancing, to the sly little kisses he kept leaving over you in between moves were definitely a sure thing of that.
Just before your body was about to give in to the burning heat inside you, the music came to an end, leaving the whole room in complete silence while you stared into Shays' eyes, both breathless as he held you leant back in his arms. Your fingers dug into his arm as he closed the gap between you and softly pressed his lips against yours, just fleeting, but it was enough to make you melt into his embrace. You were dragged from your lust filled buzz when a thunderous applause filled the air, but neither of you moved until people came flooding towards you to sing your praises.
"When this is over, meet me later at the hotel? I think we should... talk. I've gotta go." He mumbled against your lips, not quite managing to control the cracking in his voice.
Shay gently pulled you back up to standing when a crowd swarmed around you, squeezing your fingers briefly with a look of yearning and anticipation when you nodded, and slipped out in the horde while everyone’s attention was on you.
"(Name) that was brilliant!" "Oh wow that was hot!" "Teach me! Please!"
You barely registered the compliments being thrown at you as you stared at the space where Shay was just stood, licking your lips slowly to taste the remnants of his kiss on them. Just as your brain reconnected with the rest of your body, you were suddenly met with a heavy arm over your shoulders and a loud smooch on your mask as you were led away from the still gushing mass of assassins.
"Well blow me! Didn't realise you were gonna be the entertainment tonight (name), don't think there's a dry seat in this place!"
Grinning and swiping the fresh bottle of rum out of Edward's hand when your mouth was decidedly parched, you took a quick swig before handling it back, noticing that Jacob was not among your group of friends anymore. Thinking he had just gone off to drink himself into a stupor after what had happened, you paid it no mind and instead gave a deep bow to your companions when they stared cheering and whooping as you were dragged over to them.
You turned around when you heard someone quietly mumble your name behind you, looking up with a beaming smile when you saw another acquaintance of yours staring nervously at the floor.
"Connor? You look, well, wow! A tux really suits you. What's up?"
"Well, I may not be as good of a dancer as the man you are with, but I was wondering, if you would do me the honour of joining me in the next?" He uttered timidly, his eyes flickering between everyone to see if there were any traces of laughter, which of course, there was none.
"Excellent idea! Course you will, won't you (name)! Teach this hulk of a grandson of mine how to woo a lady?"
You took Connor's hand gently and gave it a reassuring squeeze when Edward pushed you both towards the dance floor, yelling at the band to play something 'sexy'. Just as you guided Connor into the proper stance; his rigid posture and size making it no easy feat, you were about to take the first step when a deafening wail sounded out instead of the expected music. Dropping his hands and covering your ears when the piercing alarm began to hurt, you looked around frantically when it suddenly stopped, to see that all of the exits were now blocked with steel security doors.
Panic began to set in as you fumbled in your bodice and pulled out your phone; the 'no signal' on your screen glaring at you in the dim light of the hall, a wave of dread washed over you when you saw that almost everyone else was doing the same thing.
You were trapped.
Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you checked your phone yet again and scowled when you saw that you still had no signal. You feigned irritation along with everyone else, alongside worrying if Shay had been caught or not while they speculated on what was going on, until you heard a loud bang come from the dancing area. The whole room became deathly quiet as you all turned towards the stage; standing in the centre of it with his head lowered was Achilles, slamming his cane to the ground several times over with an echoing boom to make sure he had everyone's attention.
"Something. Has been taken from me. Something very precious. No one is leaving here until it had been retrieved."
You clenched your fists when you realised that Shay hadn't been caught, Achilles wouldn't be sending his security detail around to search everyone if he had. But that didn't help your own situation at this moment in time, as you were very aware of the blade tucked discreetly into your dress plus the numerous questions you were about to be bombarded with about where your 'guest' had disappeared to. Either one of those by themselves you could probably blag your way out of, but not both, so you had to think fast of a way to stash the dagger somewhere. Hidden blades were permitted tonight as they were seen as part of the dress code, but explaining a knife without taking off your cuff would be very difficult indeed, and as everyone had seen you wearing it that wasn't an option. Just as you were subtly glancing around to see if you could spot a good hiding place, a soft smile crept up your face when Connor approached you, taking off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. You wondered how he managed to get a shirt that sort of fit, his broad shoulders putting a huge strain on the seams of the fabric, but still, it suited him well.
"There you go (name), I would not want you catching cold, that dress does not look like it would keep you very warm."
Grinning as you sat down next to him on the steps, you pressed your nose against his jacket and inhaled deeply, his earthy tones making you relax slightly.
"Thank you. What's going on? Achilles said something's been stolen?"
"Yes. Something very important from his office, and we must get it back. That is all I am allowed to say. I must go, I need to help find whoever took it."
Dragging yourself back up when he went to resume his duties with security who were making their way through the crowd, you knew you didn't have long before they got to you as it would look very suspicious if you strayed away from the your current group. Suddenly remembering that you had left your clutch in the booth earlier, you had a perfect excuse to nip away for a moment and give you a chance to hide your weapon. Slowly edging closer to where you had sat, you had just managed to part the drapes and lean over the seat to stuff the blade between the cushions, when you froze as someone tapped you on your shoulder.
"Out of there. What are you doing?"
Figuring, well more like praying he couldn't see what you were doing, you quickly tugged out your dagger from your bodice and squeezed it between the gap in the seats, grabbing your purse a split second later before shuffling out to face an ill-tempered security guard.
"Left my bag here. Can't search it if I've not got it now can you?"
Frowning when he snatched it out of your hand and rummaged through it, pretty much throwing it back at you when what he was looking for wasn't in there, he pulled out a PDA from his pocket and bought up what you assumed was the guest list.
"(Name) (Last name)"
You tucked your bag under your arm and acted nonchalantly as he flicked through the names, pretending to look annoyed when he eyed you up suspiciously.
"Says here you had a guest. Where is he? And who's coat is that?"
"He left earlier for work. Had to contact the new bureau in Russia, there are others here that can confirm that. This is Connor's jacket, wanna search it?"
Seemingly satisfied with your answers, he mumbled 'no need' to your question before ushering you off to stand with the other people who had been searched, leaving you positively screaming inside when you had managed to get through this without being found out.
It took another three hours before everyone had been checked, everyone's patience wearing thin and Achilles temperment getting worse each passing second as they came up empty handed. With nothing else to do whilst you were waiting, you took the bottle that Edward passed you again and took another heavy dreg, glancing up at the clock and sighing when you saw it was nearly 2am.
"Don't you think you've had enough of that (name)?" Henry mumbled when he saw you sway slightly and lean up against Edward.
"I'll decide when I've had enough thank you."
Swatting Edwards hand away when he started to walk his fingers up your thigh, you growled when you looked at your phone again and saw that the battery was now completely dead. You suddenly jumped up when someone called out saying you could all leave, feeling a little nervous again as you pushed through the crowd and headed towards the fleet of taxi's outside that would take you all home. Tipping the driver heavily for taking a severely longer route to the hotel so you could make sure that you hadn't been followed, you snatched up the newspaper that had been left on the seat to shield yourself from the rain as you jumped out and ran in through the glass revolving door.
Your heart was pounding by the time you had exited the lift, slowly walking across the corridor towards Shay's room, resting your hand on the knob but not turning it. Just as you had gathered up the nerve to go in, you stopped when you opened the door just a crack and you could hear mumbling coming from inside. Creeping in without making a single sound so you didn't disturb whatever was going on, you left the door slightly ajar as you inched through the hallway, freezing to the spot when you heard a woman's voice moaning from the left. It took you less that a second to figure out what that noise was, confirmed when you heard a man's deep groan join and mingle with the higher pitched ones. How could you have been so stupid?! Of course there was nothing going on between you, it was all a facade to make everything more believable for the mission. But why go as far to ask you to come back to the hotel??
Fury and hurt rose within you as you turned and left quickly, more with yourself than anything else at being so blind to what was now an obvious rouse to make sure that you did everything that he wanted. Clever, taking advantage like that, but you were damned sure that you would never let your guard down like that again. Threatening tears burnt your eyes as you numbly made your way back downstairs and to the front desk, asking the receptionist to call you another cab.
"I'm sorry miss, but we're only permitted to call taxi's for guests, and Mr Cormac..."
"I don't care!" You bellowed, cutting his little excuse short and banging your fists on the counter when your last nerve had been struck. "Call. Me. A taxi. Now."
The man jumped and raised his hands defensively at your outburst and quickly grabbed the phone off its receiver, making you wonder why he looked so petrified. Flicking your wrist when you saw that the impact had released your hidden blade, you slumped on the desk and buried your head in your arms when you felt a trickle down your cheek. There was a reason most assassins didn't have a partner or spouse in their lives, trusting someone was almost impossible which is why most were content to play the field. Not something you had ever done, but given what just happened you figured it was about time you changed that. Thanking and apologising profusely to the clerk when he said that your lift was waiting outside, you slid into the back of the car and gave him an address across the other side of town.
Not having the fortune of there being another newspaper to keep some of the rain at bay as you ran across the street towards Templar headquarters, you were completely drenched as you headed down into the carpark after you had saw that Haytham’s office light was still on. You knew he worked ridiculously late; until the early hours most nights, so you kept out of the way of the cameras until he came down, not chancing anyone spotting you here of all places. You didn't have to wait long, revealing yourself from the shadows when you heard the beep of a car alarm being deactivated, trailing your fingers over the hood as he looked up from where he was putting his briefcase in the trunk.
"(Name)? What are you doing here at this ungodly hour?"
"Hmm? Oh, just thought I'd let you know that Achilles knows that necklace is missing, but he has no idea who took it so everything pretty much went to plan."
Leaning up against his car after he closed the trunk, the corner of your mouth twitched when you saw his gaze immediately drift down when you crossed your legs at the ankle, making your dress fall from around them.
"Plus, I wanted to see you." You purred as you grabbed him by the tie and pulled him in front of you.
"Perhaps it would be best if I take you home my dear, you are quite drunk."
Scrunching your nose up when you could see him straining in holding himself back, you leaned forward and began nuzzling at his neck, leaving a trail of lip bites in trying to persuade him into giving you what you wanted.
"So? Don't you go all gentleman like on me now Haytham, isn't this what you've been after? This is your only chance, I assure you."
The second you ground yourself up against him, he turned his head and crashed his lips against yours, raising his hands to cup your face as he kissed you frantically. Holding onto him so you could slide down the car and away from the door, you managed to locate the handle with your other hand, almost yanking it off as you pulled it open and dragged him into the back seat on top of you. You threw your head back and whimpered when he bit down on your neck, growling against you as his mouth moved lower and his hands fumbled about and found the edge of your dress, peeling it from your still damp skin and revealing your breasts to him.
You ran your fingers through his hair as he took each of your nipples in turn and sucked them with in turned lips, making them instantly harden and pebble as tendrils of pleasure-pain shot straight through you. What he was doing was good, but it wasn't what you needed at this moment. You wanted to be taken, filled, sod the foreplay. Thankfully his car was big enough for you to be able to maneuver about, so planting your foot on the floor so you could use it for leverage, you managed to turn him so his back was against the seats then grab his suit jacket to sit him upright while you straddled his knees. You leant over to slam the door shut now that his legs weren't dangling out of it, before licking your lips hungrily as you palmed the strain in his trousers and set to unbuckling his belt.
"How much do you want me Haytham?" You giggled as you delighted in his ravenous expression when you finally got his trousers undone, slipping your hand inside to stroke the hard velvety flesh.
"I have told you many times (name). A bed would have been more desirable, but I'm certainly not complaining."
He lay his hands on your legs and groaned, fingers digging in as you pushed his clothing down and freed him from his boxers, his shaft bobbing and twitching as you rubbed your thumb around his swollen tip to smear the leaking drips of pre cum over him.
"I hope you won't be complaining, moaning’s okay though." You smirked as you hiked your dress up as far as it would go and shuffled forward so you were hovering over him.
His hands seized your waist as you slowly lowered down, both your eyes rolling back in unison as he filled you deeply, your tight passage gripping him delectably.
"Do I, need to pull out?"
"Not necessary." You breathed, before proceeding to roll your hips and grind against his crotch.
Your walls instinctively clamped around him as you moved, the angle you managed to achieve making him rub against that sweet spot inside you, rewarding you with the tingly start of an orgasm. You began to move faster and circle your hips as he leaned forward and nibbled around your breasts, stopping just above your left nipple and sucked. Hard. Slapping his shoulder when he eventually moved away with a seductive grin, you looked down and narrowed your eyes when you saw that you were now sporting a deep purple bruise.
"Just a memento my dear, I am hoping you will come back for more."
Before you even have a chance to reply, he grabbed your hands and pinned them behind your back, lifting his hips and driving harder, faster into you, making you wail with the sheer intensity of it. You didn't care when you heard ripping as you spread your legs wider, the filthy sounds of his thighs slapping against your bare ass and the mix of throaty groans and growls in your ear were having a devastating effect between your legs; writhing uncontrollably as you were now skimming dangerously close to the edge of bliss.
"H..Haytham, t-touch me. Pleeease.." You babbled almost incoherently through your little pants, your chest heaving with the exertion.
You had to slow down as he let go of your arm to squeeze his hand between you, but that didn't matter. As soon as the pads of his fingers began circling your engorged clit, you threw your head back with a warbled cry as waves of sheer pent up pleasure consumed your body, and for a few seconds it became so intense, you thought you were going to pass out. The spasming of your walls around him sent him into a complete frenzy, his voice hoarse as he bellowed out your name and pulled you down hard on him a few times more, making you shudder when you could actually feel the searing rush of his come explode inside you.
You were both content to sit there for a moment, neither of you saying anything while you calmed down and you caught your breaths. After a few minutes you had to move due to the cramping in your legs, kissing his forehead and sliding off to sit next to him, giggling as your combined climaxes dribbled onto the leather upholstery.
"Just a memento."
Haytham smirked as he looked down and saw the mess, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand before tucking himself away and attempting to stuff his shirt back in.
"Difficult to explain a stain like that when I take it to be detailed, but most definitely worth it my dear. At the risk of sounding brazen, may I ask what I did to make you have a change of heart?"
You ignored his question for a moment so you could come up with a half decent sounding answer, scowling as you examined your dress and wondering how much it would cost to get the once thigh high splits, now waist height repaired.
"Suppose I've come to realise that all work and no play isn't a way to live. No point in worrying about things I have no control over."
"I see." He mumbled as he slid his arms under your legs and pulled you on his lap, holding you against him in an affectionate way that you hadn't thought the man was capable of.
"And this, was a one time occurrence then?"
Sighing and laying your head on his shoulder when tiredness now started to kick in, you realised that other than being consumed by lust tonight, you actually didn't know what you wanted anymore, other than being certain that you didn't want a relationship.
"Let's just take it one step at a time, no reason to over complicate things?"
"I suppose I can accept that answer, for the time being. Now, let's get you home shall we?"
You groaned and threw your pillow at your alarm clock when the infernal beeping woke you way before you were ready, pulling the duvet over your head when the inevitable hangover started to kick in. Dragging yourself up in search of painkillers when it felt like a mariachi band had taken up residency in your skull, you grabbed your phone to flick through your calendar to try and remember why you had set your alarm in the first place, chucking it back down when you had forgotten to put it on charge and it was still dead. You rummaged about on your counter in search of your Filofax instead, flicking through the pages when you finally spotted it under a hefty pile of paperwork you still had yet to catch up on; scowling when you reached this weeks itinerary.
Cock. Today was the annual board meeting between the Assassins and the Templars, something that Mr Wynert had insisted upon to keep all things amicable in his business. This would only be the second time you had attended, forced to wear a wretched suit and take notes of any alterations to his rules and conditions of using his services. Finally locating some aspirin in your kitchen drawer, you knocked two back and shuffled to your bathroom, crossing your fingers that a hot shower would at least wake you up slightly.
Quickly finishing your second double espresso and chucking the empty cup in the bin, you fiddled with your sunglasses and hoped that no-one would say anything about them as you entered the State Room, and made your way to the Loft where the meeting would be. You had no idea why Mr Wynert always insisted on coming here, the place being big enough to hold at least a hundred people but just using one solitary table in the centre with just the fourteen of you around it. Quietly entering the room when you saw that everyone else was already here; even though you were ten minutes early, your heart seemed to stop when you saw Haytham sat near the head of the table immediately to Neds left and looking rather bored already.
None of the others seemed to notice the corner of his mouth twitch as he watched you walk in and take your seat on the opposite side, but you had, and even though you knew he would never let anything on you still felt a little apprehensive. Grabbing a pad and pen out of your bag when Wynert knocked on the table to signal the meeting was about to start, you kept your head low and tried to concentrate on what was being said.
"Let's get this done shall we? As usual you have one single hour of my time, so do try not to waste it? Two things. Firstly, you. Why are you wearing sunglasses in here?"
Snapping your head up when you realised he was talking to you, you bit your lip nervously when Achilles scowled at you for drawing attention to yourself.
"Umm, allergies. Sir."
"Well take them off. I don't like not being able to see into people's eyes when I talk to them. It shows distrust."
Nodding and taking off your glasses quickly, you winced when the bright overhead lights started to make your head throb again, hiding it the best you could by taking slightly longer to slip them into your bag.
"Now that's sorted, the second thing. Mister Kenway, it has been brought to my attention that some of your associates have been rather ill tempered with my staff. This is your second warning, a third and you will be facing a ban. Is this understood?"
"Implicitly. Mr Wynert." Haytham mumbled through gritted teeth, not at all happy that he was being forced to do someone else’s bidding.
You kicked Connors ankle under the table when he snorted at Haytham’s reprimand, making him cringe and clear his throat before returning to glaring at Lee.
Fifty minutes had passed, and you had more than enough of the constant arguing and debating over several issues, that in your opinion were nothing more than to put it bluntly, a dick measuring contest. Who cares who gets to go into the shops first in the mornings?! It was trivial and pathetic, neither side refusing to budge on the matter just because the other wanted it. Snapping your pad shut when Ned had abandoned the argument and he said he had no more time to listen to squabbling; dismissing everyone with a wave of his hand, you jumped out of your seat with every intention of rushing home and crawling back into bed, when you were suddenly stopped by a hand grabbing your arm. Leaning in when Achilles started whispering something to you, your eyes widened when he had finished, not quite believing what he was asking you.
"London?!" You blurted out before you could stop yourself, clapping your hand over your mouth as Achilles squeezed your arm in warning when you both saw Kenway's ears literally prick up.
Haytham gathered up his things and threw them at Charles before sauntering over oh so casually as if he hadn't heard anything, stopping right next to you and smirking when he saw Achilles grit his teeth in anger.
"Achilles. (Name). So lovely to see you again my dear, I hope you are well?"
"Just fine thanks. Now if you will excuse me, I have to make sure that everyone reads these notes and adheres to the new rules."
You grabbed your bag quickly and pretty much speed walked to the exit, your current state and nerves not being able to handle much more pretence at this moment in time. The second your hand touched the door, you froze when you heard your name being called out, slowly turning around and letting out the breath you were holding when you saw that it was Achilles walking towards you.
"Please wait for me in my car, I will be down in a moment to continue our discussion."
Swallowing hard and carrying on down to the lobby, you used your thumb and forefinger to rub your temples to try and stave off the dull pounding that was threatening to appear again, silently admiring the way Haytham so easily put on a front. It had almost become second nature to you now, but on rare occasions your emotions got involved and made it slightly more difficult, and today just happened to be one of those days. Achilles instantly picked up on your slightly frazzled demeanour as he got into the back seat next to you, banging his cane on the floor to signal for the driver to go.
"So. Are you going to tell me why you are so distracted today?"
You fiddled with the strap of your bag as he continued to stare at you pointedly, waiting for an answer. You didn't dare tell him that you had a hangover, especially as you knew months ago about this meeting today and didn't fancy getting chewed out for it.
"Just feeling a bit off. I'm sure I'll snap out of it soon, mentor."
"Humph. Be sure that you do, we have much to discuss. Now, London. Jacob and Evie have just discovered that Starrick is planning on shipping and selling illegal arms in the capital. They have requested assistance, I am sending you and Connor to help them. Connor will arrange transportation for you both, he is still gathering intel at the moment so you will be expected there within the next two weeks."
Staring numbly out of the window, all you could do was nod in acceptance of your orders. You had never been given a mission directly from Achilles before, and you couldn't help but wonder why he had suddenly decided to pay more attention to you. You hadn't done anything spectacular or noteworthy recently, other than a few mundane tasks that any of the Brotherhood could have accomplished. Then it hit you. The email that you had accidentally seen when you had been called to his office to sort the cameras. Glancing up at him out of the corner of your eye to see him with a sombre expression, you bit your lip for a moment as you gathered the nerve to ask him about it.
"Mentor, how are you...feeling?"
Achilles let out a soft sigh and slumped back into his seat, removing his hat and dropping it onto the seat between you before rubbing his face with his free hand.
"I figured that you had seen it, I recently discovered that gathering data is one of your specialties. I'm.. not well. The doctors say that I have less than a year, which is why I am trying to get everything in order. No one knows other than yourself, Connor and Altaïr, and I would like to keep it that way. Should our enemies find out...."
His voice trailed off as the car ground to a halt, making you look out the window and see that you were outside your apartment. Grabbing your things when he obviously didn't want to say anything else, you pursed your lips together to stop your bottom one from quivering, and ran up the steps and straight into your apartment.
Feeling a bit better now that you had a nap and another shower, you rummaged through your cupboards in search of food, grumbling to yourself when you found nothing even close to resembling edible. Checking your watch and snapping your fingers when you figured the market would be open for at least another hour, you grabbed your keys and phone, switching it on now that it was fully charged. You hovered in the doorway when as soon as the screen lit up it started beeping with notifications, three messages and one voicemail to be precise, all from the same number. Your heart was pounding and you held your breath when you hesitantly clicked on the first message, not sure if you actually wanted to know what it said or not.
Is everything okay?
Clicking back and moving onto the second, your apprehension quickly turned to anger when the feeling of being deceived balled in the pit of your stomach, but also something else, something that you didn't want to experience again.
Trying to get hold of you, has something happened??
Scowling and deleting the last message and voicemail without even reading or listening to them, you rolled your tongue in your cheek and sniffed dismissively, refusing to give it another thought when your stomach started growling loudly.
Browsing around the stalls and trying to decide if you could actually be bothered to cook anything or not, you were about to settle on the noodle bar until you scrunched your face up when the expected creeping feeling ran up the back of your neck, letting you know that you were being watched. You didn't have eagle vision like some of the other assassins, but you were extremely intuitive with heightened senses, and had gut feelings that were rarely wrong. Glancing around casually, you sighed when you spotted a familiar black van on the other side of the market, with no doubt several Templar thugs in it to 'kidnap' you again. Sneaking down one of the side streets, you figured if you were going to have to suffer being hauled away, you might as well have some fun first.
Circling around the back of the shops, you climbed up the fire escape so you could get to the roof, perching on the edge of it so you were facing the front of the van. Sliding your bag around your shoulder so you could rummage through it, you sniggered to yourself as you pulled out a small gun like contraption and several firecracker darts, and unclipped the mini laser pen you had attached to your keys. Trying to aim steady through the shaking you were doing holding your pent up laughter, you pointed the pen straight at the drivers side of the windscreen and shot a dart at the sliding door on the side of it, the sound of something similar to rapid gunfire ringing through the air when it hit its target.
You burst into fits of giggles when three men wearing ski masks jumped out; weapons drawn and looking around frantically, only just calming yourself down enough to leap down from where you were and land cleanly on the roof of the van.
"Looking for me boys?"
As soon as the one closest to you turned around to face you, you dropped down and slid off the roof; catching him around the neck with your legs so he fell backwards, punching him and knocking him clean out before he even hit the floor. Now that you had lost the element of surprise, the taller, thinner member of the group managed to get behind you and drag you up off his counterpart, but you stopped struggling and smirked when you realised who it was.
The second the words left your lips you threw yourself forward so he was forced to come down to your height, and flung your head back with all of your might, connecting with him square in the nose to make him let go of you so he could try and stop the profuse bleeding you had caused. Satisfied that you had somewhat gotten your own back for the beating he gave you last time, you figured you had better get this over and done with; letting another pair of arms wrap around you and hold a foul smelling rag over your face, rendering you unconscious.
Flicking your eyes open slowly, you sat up with a start when you weren't in the expected interrogation room, but laying on the couch in Kenways office instead. You rubbed your eyes when you still felt a little woozy, your vision starting to focus again when you looked over towards the desk and saw Haytham on the phone.
"I must go, something important just came up. Ah, you're awake at last my dear."
Gingerly getting up to standing when he hung up the phone, you grasped his arm tightly when he rushed over to you as you swayed about, the remnants of the drug still messing with your equilibrium.
"Ski masks? Chloroform? How very nineties. There's gotta be an easier way of doing this you know."
He chuckled as he helped you over to the chair in front of his desk, pouring you a glass of water from his drinks cabinet which you took gratefully, the ice-cold liquid helping clear the vile taste lingering at the back of your throat.
"I'm sure we can arrange something. Although you do seem to enjoy it, Charles is currently nursing a broken nose."
You only just managed not to spill your drink as you punched the air, Haytham’s amused demeanour turning more serious as he retook his seat behind his desk.
"I shall let you off for that one, it was mildly entertaining. Now, London. Why is Achilles sending you?"
"Crawford is planning on selling arms. I'm being sent to help stop him." You said matter of factly, quite surprised that he didn't already know the reason for your mission.
"That impetuous idiot!" He roared, slamming his fist on the desk before rubbing his face with his other hand, making you jump in your seat slightly. "I'm sorry my dear. I never really cared for the man, far too rash and dramatic for my liking. Proven by doing something like this that brings far too much attention to our order. Very well, maybe this will teach him the lesson he so deserves. May I request just one thing?"
Aaaand there it is. You expected him to ask for something, but you had already prepared yourself to say no as there was absolutely not a chance in hell you were going to let who knows what type of weapons loose on the streets of London, regardless of how much he begged or pleaded. Just before you were about to tell him where to go on the matter, you raised your eyebrows when he got up from his desk and moved to stand behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders and squeezing softly.
"Of course I accept that you need to quell his gun running scheme, I agree wholeheartedly on that matter. But as for the money he would have been receiving for them? If you could possibly let me know where it would be kept, I would be eternally indebted to you."
You pushed his hand away when his fingers moved lower to part your shirt; so the mark he left on your chest was slightly revealed, definitely not in the mood for his flirting as you contemplated his request. Just the money would be okay, you supposed? At this moment in time you had zero idea where it would end up, so you begrudged making a promise that you couldn't keep.
"I'll try, depends on the circumstances. Who would I be contacting?"
"Shay of course my dear, you could travel with him? I'm assuming that everyone is still in the dark about his identity, if you could formulate some sort of plan it would make the outcome more favourable?"
Haytham immediately noticed you tensing up at the mention of Shays name, smirking to himself whist you still had your back towards him before adorning a look of worry as he stepped to your front and crouched down so he could look at your face.
"Is everything alright my dear? Did you and Shay have a disagreement? It was merely a suggestion, you don't have to.."
"No! It's fine." You blurted out through gritted teeth. "I just need to make some arrangements, I'll get on it straight away."
Haytham nodded as he extended his hands to help you up, resting his hand on the small of your back while he escorted you down the back stairs and out of the building, leaving you to contemplate how on earth you were going to be able to work with a man who you hoped you would never see again.
You stared at your phone that had the message on that you had typed several hours before, but couldn't bring yourself to hit send. After calling Connor and telling him that there were a few things you needed to sort out so you would meet him in London after he finished gathering all the information; much to his displeasure, you still had to sort out getting to London in time before you ended up in a world of hurt. Deleting the chaotic essay of a message you had previously written, you took a deep breath and opted for something simple instead, hitting send and continued staring while you waited for a reply.
Hey, did you talk to your boss about the trip?
Nearly dropping your Filofax on the floor when the infernal thing vibrated on the table; echoing throughout the room, you frowned when a single word lit up on the screen.
Meet me at the docks tomorrow. Pier 12. 6am. Don't be late.
The docks?! 6am? Great, that probably meant you were going on some cruddy little boat and you were probably going to have to row to England or something. Texting back 'Ok' and throwing your phone back down; your frayed temper becoming worse after your brief conversation, you frowned and wondered how he dare have the nerve to be so blunt with you after what he did. Checking the time and flexing your fingers when you saw that you had seventeen hours to get everything sorted, you jumped up and grabbed your rucksack that you always kept by the front door, knowing that there was only one thing that could make you feel better at this moment in time.
The sweat was beading on your brow as you tried to control your breathing, taking one last fit of anger out on the punching bag in front of you. After grabbing your water bottle and taking several heavy gulps, you started to unwind the wraps from around your hands, stopping and spinning around when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.
"Leave them on (name), I still owe you that rematch remember."
"Desmond!" You squealed, laughing at his squirming when you threw your perspiring arms around him and squeezed tightly.
"Bad day? You sure were taking it out on that bag."
Shrugging your shoulders as you did your bindings back up, you climbed into the boxing ring and stretched out while you waited for him to sort himself out, turning to face the owner when he shouted from across the room.
"Oi! Gloves, headgear!... Oh it's you. Never mind."
Giving him a mock salute with a wry grin, you glanced around quickly when Desmond climbed in the ring with you to see that most of the people who had been working out had stopped what they were doing, and began gathering around to watch. Sure, you were one of only three girls that you had ever seen come to this particular gym, but you didn't understand why there were so many spectators.
"Fancied an audience did you?" You tittered, sliding your foot back and raising your arms in a defensive stance.
"Yeah... It's really me they came to watch. Ready?"
The second you nodded he came at you with an expected flurry of punches, mostly jabs and over arms which you managed to block easily. What you didn't anticipate however, was the split second sweep of his leg against your calf, taking your feet right from under you. Managing to throw yourself into a back flip before you hit the ground and land cleanly on your feet, you circled around him with a devious grin, knowing that you had a few tricks of your own that you could show him.
"Well, someone's been practicing! Becca show you that one?"
Charging at him when he playfully scowled, you suddenly feigned a punch and stopped about two foot away; grinning to yourself when his eyes widened as you spun around into a heel kick, connecting straight into his ribs and making him double over, breathless.
"Oh.. it's on..." He wheezed.
You let out a mild cackle when he finally composed himself and got in a ready stance once again, but you got momentarily distracted by the crowd who were now watching you avidly and starting to cheer at the fight. That was all he needed. You shrieked when he lunged out at you while you weren't paying attention, blocking too late and letting him catch your wrist, twisting it back painfully. You were forced to lean to the side to alleviate the discomfort, giving him the chance to kick your legs from underneath you again and send you spiralling to the floor with his hand still firmly around your wrist. More than annoyed with yourself at your distraction, a fresh wave of energy surged throughout you, giving you the opportunity to kick your legs up and balance on your shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist and pull down; making him lurch forward into a forward roll and land on his back below you.
Seizing the moment, you attempted to pin him with your calves and get him into an arm bar, but he was faster than you had anticipated and managed to wriggle free of your hold and roll to the side, scurrying away and put some distance between you. The crowd were getting more rowdy and excited at the speed at which you and Desmond were fighting at as you engaged again, but both of you were getting annoyed that even at this rapid pace neither of you were getting the upper hand, or even managing to land a hit. Grinning when he manipulated his way through your defence and curled his arm around your lower back; his hand fumbling around slightly, you spun around and elbowed him in the chest, allowing you to slip out of his embrace and skip back into a more favourable position.
"You really think I'd not learnt my lesson from last time Desmond? Giving people wedgies so you can win is a low blow. Nothing there for you to do it with this time."
He shrugged his shoulders and winked at you cheekily, finally noticing that you had gotten new training gear that wouldn't give him a sneaky advantage this time.
"It worked didn't it? You never said it was against the rules."
Playfully scowling and deciding you'd had enough of a workout for the day, you took a step back before running at him full force, hoping that he would expect you to feign a punch like before and lower his guard to protect his mid section. He did. Your momentum allowed you to throw yourself into a front flip and push yourself hard from the floor when you were completely upside down, flinging you in the air high enough so your legs slid over his shoulders. The speed at which you did this caused him to fall backwards and crash straight to the mat, with you now sitting on his chest and his arms pinned between your bent legs.
"What the?!" He mumbled against your inner thigh, squirming when you licked your finger and stuck it straight into his ear.
"Yes! Now get off me you cheat!"
The whole crowd erupted in laughter and some even began clapping as you got up and extended your hand to help him to his feet, chuckling as he wiped his ear on his shoulder.
"You deserved that. C'mon, lets get a smoothie, my treat."
Slumping down in the chair next to Desmond after handing him some berry extra whip concoction he'd ordered, you took a long swallow of your own before fiddling with the straw absentmindedly.
"So, I've heard you're seeing someone?'
You immediately stopped what you were doing and tensed up when you knew who he was on about, his cheeky grin falling away and replaced with a frown as he took in your agitated expression.
"Or not? I was gonna say I'm happy for you after being on your own all this time. What happened? You push another one away?"
"I did not!" you barked, your cheeks getting treacherously hotter than you wanted them to as you recalled your night out with Shay. "Sorry. Didn't mean to yell. Just didn't work out. How did you know? You weren't at the ball."
"Yeah work sucks, but someone had to man the fort while you lot were all getting wasted. It's better now that Altair’s back though. Apart the robbery that happened, you pair were the talk of the party, plus there was the photos, so kind of hard to miss really?"
Desmond sighed and shook his head as you looked at him quizzically, even though that Evie had mentioned something about photographs you hadn't actually seen anyone about taking them. He leant over and fumbled in his backpack a moment before pulling out his work tablet, flicking through his emails and handing it to you when he found the one he was looking for.
"Connor apparently wanted natural pictures of people, no posing, so they were hiding in the crowds. Can't believe you've not seen them yet, they sent them all out a couple of days ago so we could all choose which ones to keep."
You were paying no attention to what he was saying as you swiped through the god knows how many pictures that were on the screen, lingering on one or two that made you laugh or smile. There was one of Edward with a stupid grin plastered over his face, with his arms draped over two uneasy looking trainee girls whilst attempting to take a swig out of his bottle. There was another one you liked- of Henry kissing Evie's hands in trying to cheer her up, making her smile even though she was in a situation that she hated. You burst out laughing when you saw one of Ezio’s and Connors arm wrestle, Ezio’s face a thousand words as he was staring at the straining seams of Connors shirt, realising at that moment he was never going to be able to win against him.
And that's when you froze. The next was of you and Shay in the middle of the dance floor, your leg wrapped around his hip and gazing into each others eyes just as the music had started. Your stomach twisted in knots and your eyes began to sting as you stared at his expression before flicking through the remaining pictures of you slowly; of which there were many as it seemed they had taken a rather large interest in you, until you came to the last one in the folder. It was just after you had finished dancing, taken at the second he had leaned forward to kiss you. You swallowed hard to try and shift the lump in your throat as you handed Desmond back his tablet numbly, taking a deep breath when he rubbed your back gently in attempts of comforting you.
"Erm, dunno if you want to see it, but they managed to record it too?" He mumbled quietly, hovering his finger over another folder in his email.
You took a large gulp of your drink and shook your head softly, definitely not wanting to relive it as it already felt like your nerves had been stripped raw at this moment in time. You didn't know what to feel, your head, your heart and other places all conflicting, and it confused the hell out of you.
"Where did you say he was from?"
Your eyes flickered up when your brain registered that he had spoke, clenching your jaw tight when you saw that he was still on his tablet but he was now scanning through some work document's, and the tone of his voice made it sound like an interrogation question.
"I met him when I was over in Russia... Why?" you asked hesitantly when he typed in something swiftly before dropping it back in his bag.
He raised his hands defensively and his eyes widened when he clicked on to what you were thinking, draping his arm around your shoulders and giving you a quick squeeze.
"I don't mean it like that! I'm not asking about him because of the theft, there's no point because knowing you, bet you already knew his full medical history, where he grew up and credit score before even talking to him!"
Breathing out slowly so it didn't look like you were relieved at what he had just said, you grinned sheepishly when that did sound like something you would probably have done, if you didn't know who he already was.
"Just thought, you know, I could pay him a little visit? Show him a thing or two for upsetting my friend?"
You tried to suppress a giggle at the thought of Desmond even attempting to take on Shay (who was, lets face it, nowhere near as well built as the Templar) but you failed miserably and ruffled his hair as he scowled at your amusement.
"Very sweet of you, but not necessary. I appreciate the offer though."
"Fine." he mumbled and pouted as he slumped back in his seat. "So c'mon, what actually happened then? From the looks of it you two were really hitting it off?"
Punching him in the arm a little too hard as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, you gathered up your things when you saw the time, hoping that you would manage to get all of your stuff together in time for yet another mission overseas.
"Yeah, I thought so too, guess he just 'hit it off' better with someone else that night. Would you mind, um, emailing me those photos? There's a couple of funny ones I'd like to keep, and I could do with some entertainment on my trip."
"Ouch. That’s harsh. No problem, where you off to?"
Checking your phone to make sure the message had come through when he pulled out his tablet again; dropping it down on the table after a few deft taps of the screen, you stepped forwards and stretched out your arms when he got up to give you a hug goodbye.
"London. Yeah yeah, I know...."
"Rain" you both mumbled at the same time, making you both chuckle as you walked down the street in search of wherever you had parked your car.
Ten... Eleven.... Twel...
You stopped in your tracks and rubbed your eyes when you finally reached Pier Twelve, not quite believing what was in front of you. Not the run down little tug boat that you were expecting, but a very expensive looking yacht. You guessed that it was some fifty feet long, the water reflecting off its black and white hull making it look like it was sparkling, and its five huge red sails fluttered gently in the breeze. Walking down a little further to check the signpost to make sure you were definitely in the right place, you leaned to the side to get a better look when you saw the name of the boat on the back in gold italic writing.
The Irish goddess of war? Fairly fitting you supposed, given who it belonged to. Your eyes flickered over to the walkway when you spotted a tall, lithe man climb down the ladder and bound over to you with a wide grin, making you slightly perplexed as you didn't know that there was someone else coming along too.
"Ah, you must be (name)! Nice to finally meet you, I'm Christopher. Or Gist, eithers fine by me! I'll be going with you, I'm Shays best friend. He's down below making preparations to set sail, so I'll show you where you'll be staying."
Smiling wildly at his enthusiasm, you handed him your bag when he gestured for you to give it to him, following him aboard and over the top deck. You were more and more awestruck at each passing step, eyeing up the numerous sun loungers and Jacuzzi with a bar attached to the side as you were led down downstairs and through a warmly lit, long wooden panelled corridor, coming to a stop at a door on the right just before you got to the end. You could have literally scraped your jaw off the floor as you stepped into your room, wondering how the hell Shay could have possibly afforded something like this. Second thoughts, maybe you didn't want to know.
"Not bad hmm? I'll give you a few minutes to sort out your things, come back upstairs and I'll give you the grand tour ok?"
Gist chuckled and dropped your bag on your king size bed; patting you on the shoulder briefly whist you continued to stare wide eyed at your surroundings, before almost skipping out and closing the door behind him. The second you knew you were alone you squealed and jumped onto the soft mattress, sighing as you sunk into the soft pillow top. Propping yourself up on your elbows so you could look around better, your enthusiasm waned slightly when you remembered just who’s lavish abode this was. You were guessing that Haytham had ordered him to take you to London, so that would make life on board more uncomfortable than it already was, and your brow furrowed at the thought of having to make awkward conversation for however long this trip would take. Christopher seemed nice enough at least, so hopefully it wouldn't be too bad? Scooting yourself to the edge of the bed, you unzipped your bag and started taking out your clothes, scoffing when you realised that you were only going to end up using two out of the eight drawers, and less than a quarter of the large double wardrobe with your belongings.
After quickly flicking through almost every channel known to man on the 50" TV in your room and doing stupid echo voices in your obscenely large en suite bathroom, you made your way back up to the top deck to find Gist sat on one of the loungers with a laptop perched on his legs, checking the weather for the next few days. Your mouth formed todays favourite dropped position when you glanced over the rail to see Boston a mere speck in the distance, looking up to see the sails at full mast and bellowing in the wind.
"I didn't even know we had left, I didn't feel us move?"
Christopher grinned as he snapped the laptop shut and stood up next to you, grabbing your arm and linking it with his as he walked you to the other side of the deck.
"The Morrigan is a fine ship, as smooth as they come. The engine has been modified to more than double its original capacity, and with the sails, well lets just say there's none other that can match it, in either speed or manoeuvrability. I've been looking after her while Shays been shall we say, in hiding? The weather looks good for the next few days, so we should be in London in less than a week. Now how about that tour hmm?"
Feeling slightly exhausted at trying to keep up with Gist’s rapid pace; both in walking and talking, you leant on the wall as he opened yet another door to reveal the room to you, leaning forward to just poke your head inside.
"And this is the sauna. Good for relaxing after a hard days work."
A sauna?! A bloody sauna?? After seeing the Jacuzzi and bar up close, fully fitted kitchen, gym, two dining rooms, internal and external lounge areas, AND three of the other five bedrooms on board, you shouldn't have been surprised really, but you still were.
"What's next? Some secret lab hidden behind that wall? Oh god, there is, isn't there?!"
He laughed and winked at you as he closed the door and nudged you so you would carry on walking back up the deck towards the stairs, linking your arm through his in a way that you had become more than accustomed to over the past hour and a half.
"Unfortunately not, although thinking about it that actually wouldn't be a bad idea. We do have an armoury down below, but I'm assuming you brought your own weapons? The last place is the helm."
"Of course, a girls gotta have her own toys."
You smirked as his eyebrows pretty much shot through the roof at your last comment.
You inadvertently tensed up as you climbed the steps to the uppermost deck, forcing yourself to relax when you realised you were squeezing Gist’s arm so hard. If he noticed your jerking reaction to where you were about to go, he obviously didn't care or chose to ignore it as he pretty much pushed you inside, making you stumble forward slightly as you entered the room.
"Last destination on our grand tour, the helm. I presume you have seen the forecast Shay? Clear sailing for the next week."
You stood there fidgeting with your cuff nervously whilst Shay and Christopher conversed about the voyage, unsure of what to say or do while you were in here so you settled on glancing at the numerous computers and instruments, of which you knew absolutely nothing about. Just as you were about to turn towards the door and make a sneaky exit while they were both distracted, Gist suddenly turned around and spotted you reaching for the handle; narrowing his eyes just ever so slightly, leaping towards you with amazing speed and blocking your only escape route out of the one place that you didn't want to be.
"I suppose I had better get on with checking downstairs, you will be alright finding your way back after you've done looking around dear?"
Before you even had a chance to argue, he pushed his way past you and left the room to leave you and Shay alone, making you test the handle when you heard it click as soon as it shut; scowling when it wouldn't budge as you attempted to turn it.
"Asshole" you muttered under your breath as you let your hand drop, deciding it was pointless trying again to get out. Gauging Shays tense posture out of the corner of your eye, you did the only thing that you could do whist stuck in here; attempt the dreaded small talk.
"Thanks for taking me. Nice yacht."
Shuffling to the other side of the room and staring out the window at the calm sea so you wouldn't get as riled up when he didn't even bother turning to you as he spoke, you wracked your brain to try and figure out why on earth he would be acting this way when it was him that led you on, not the other way around. Coming up with absolutely nothing, you grit your teeth and took a deep breath, trying once more to engage him in some sort of conversation so you didn't have to avoid being in the same room as him the rest of the way.
"Christopher’s nice, he said that it would only take five or so days to get to London?"
That’s it!! Stamping your foot in anger at his one word answer, you stormed over to the door with every intention of ripping it off its hinges, suddenly very confused when you turned the handle and it opened straight away. Barging past Gist with a huff when he was coming back up the stairs, you ignored his startled expression and almost ran back down into your room, slamming the door shut with a resounding bang behind you.
"Well, she is a little firecracker! Pretty too, I can see why you like her Shay."
He didn't say anything at first when Gist came in and sat down in the seat next to him, glancing at him briefly and sighing when he saw that he was staring intently and waiting for an answer.
"Bit more than like mate, but that’s been thrown out the window. She's avoided me like the plague since that do, and I'll be damned if I can figure out why. She wouldn't be here now if Kenway hadn't asked her to, and I'm not chasing after her."
"Because I ain't done nothing wrong! She's the one who blew me off, not the other way around. An don't be an arse and hold the door shut so she thinks it locked again." Shay growled through his teeth, not at all happy at Gist’s meddling but calmed down slightly when he raised his hands and shook his head in defeat.
"Fine, I was just trying to help. Maybe you should just ask her? There's obviously still something there, or you wouldn't be getting so worked up about it."
Shay stared at the radar and turned the wheel slightly when he saw that he had drifted few degrees off course, wishing that he hadn't said anything to him now. But as usual, Gist was spot on with his observations. He couldn't deny the sparks between you whenever you were around him, getting stronger every day since he had first laid eyes on you. Even just thinking about you made him forget all of the terrible things that he had done in his life, and that night at the ball? Well. That wasn't just flirting, and he actually believed for the first time that there could have been more between you. So much more.
He thought maybe that he had gone too far, gotten his signals mixed up, but whenever he closed his eyes and remembered the way you were when you had been dancing together he knew that he hadn't. Your dilated pupils, the way you trembled every time he touched your body, not to mention the soft moans that passed your sweet lips that he longed to have morph into his name. And if that wasn't enough, the damp patch on his trousers after he pressed his leg between yours was a dead giveaway. You definitely wanted him as much as he wanted you, and judging from the whispers he'd overheard as he was pushing his way through the crowd to complete the mission, he wasn't the only one to think that. But since then you had completely rebuffed him, ignoring his messages and calls, not even bothering to let him know that you were alright after your assignment. And that hurt, more than he thought it would have done. It had been a very long time since he had let his guard down like that, with anyone, but now it was back up in full force, refusing to let anyone in again.
"Well you're wrong, so stop interfering. She definitely didn't go back to the hotel?"
Christopher scoffed at Shay completely contradicting himself in a single sentence, shaking his head in reply as he silently plotted how to get you and his friend alone in the same room again.
"No. Although I was busy for about an hour, but I would have noticed someone come in."
"Busy?! You didn't..."
Shay scowled at his so called best friend when he shrugged his shoulders and adorned a huge grin, winking slowly in not so subtly hinting on what he had gotten up to that night.
"You had some skank in my room?! Ya better not have been at it on my bed!"
"Well, I needed something to do to pass the time, and as you weren't able to come back I thought it would be a shame to let such a lovely piece of furniture like that go to waste."
"You dirty bastard." Shay grumbled under his breath. "I'm getting it burned as soon as we get back. Second thoughts, you take the wheel, I'm gonna call them right now."
Gist erupted in laughter as Shay got up and literally threw every single profanity in the book at him before stomping off to call the hotel, making some obscene hand gestures behind his back before making his way outside to get a better signal.
Taking off your jacket and throwing it on the sofa, you flopped down on the seat and rubbed your face briefly when it began to ache from frowning. Well what a great start. Not only would you have to spend the entire time avoiding someone- on a boat of all places, but you'd probably just annoyed the one person who would have made it at least tolerable being here. You completely regretted your decision coming here, but there was nothing you could do about it now. Finally getting your thumbprint to recognise so you could unlock your new 'Piece of crap phone' as you now dubbed it, you messaged Connor to tell him you would be in London by Wednesday at the latest; breathing a sigh of relief when he text back that he wouldn't be there until Thursday and to go straight to the Curio shop, not the Frye’s train as previously instructed. That was just fine with you, as you had actually planned on staying there anyway. Glancing around to try and find something to distract you for a while, you snapped your fingers when you remembered that there was a gym down the hall. Yanking open your drawers to find something suitable to wear; not thinking that you would need exercise clothing whilst you were away, you had to settle on what you had brought along to sleep in. Getting changed into your black tank top and very short shorts, you grabbed a towel from the bathroom along with your phone and headphones, bringing up your relaxing yoga app as you left the room.
Shay was pacing the deck whist he was put on hold yet again for making such an unorthodox request- he knew he was going over the top at what Christopher had done, but he really didn't care. Wiping his brow when a few spots of rain hit it, he ran down the stairs two at a time as he definitely wasn't in the mood to get wet, stopping at the bottom just as someone finally picked up his call.
"At last! Yes, I'd like to arrange gettin' my bed changed. No, there's nothing wrong with it as such...."
His voice trailed off as he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye, pushing the door next to him open just a little bit more so he had a better view, but still not be seen.
"I'll call you back." He whispered, before hanging up his phone and almost dropping it as he watched you bend over to grab your ankles, quickly pressing his finger over his lips when Gist came bounding down the steps.
"We've moored in Portland so we can finish gathering supplies.... Oh my, what a splendid sight. I do love yoga."
Both men whimpered and cocked their heads in unison as you spread your legs to move into the downward dog position, but as you had your eyes closed and were concentrating on your breathing, you had no idea they were even there.
"Shay, if you're definitely not interested anymore..."
"Touch her and you're a dead man." He mumbled, not even close to joking.
Gist held back a chuckle and grabbed him by the arm to drag him away and back upstairs so they could get the extra fuel that they would need to get to London, also now making it a personal mission to find out just what happened between the two of you, even though Shay had specifically said he didn't want him getting involved.
If anyone was wondering, this is the ship I based the Morrigan on
Nice huh XD
Most of the trip wasn't as bad as you thought it was going to be, Christopher proving to be excellent company in recounting his numerous travels and missions all over the world, some of which you had actually heard about before. Others, not so much. You quickly figured out that he tended to exaggerate slightly in his tales, especially when he told you of a time he single handed took down a pirate ship in the South China Sea, but you found it entertaining none the less.
The only awkward time you had to suffer was when you had just gotten up and Shay was going to bed (it was his turn to take the night shift at the helm) and you crashed into each other walking down the corridor in your groggy states. You actually thought he was going to kiss you after he had caught you in his arms to stop you from falling, your cheeks getting treacherously warm as he stared into your eyes for a moment, but then he let you go quickly and mumbled something of an apology as he continued towards his room, leaving you somewhat of a fidgeting mess for the rest of the day.
It was now late Tuesday afternoon, and you were laying on your bed, scrolling through your phone and reading the intel that Connor had managed to gather so far for your upcoming assignment. Even though you were playing both sides, you refused to be around the others whist you were doing work for the assassins, not wanting them to see what was going on so they wouldn't be able to interfere with your plans. It hadn't taken you long to memorise what Connor had sent, and now you were bored out of your mind. There really wasn't much to do while you were here, the Tv and the gym getting mundane rather quickly. Rolling onto your front and propping yourself up on your elbows, you started playing some crossword game that Desmond had recommended to you some time ago, but it was incredibly easy so that became stale rapidly too.
That's when you remembered the email that had been sent you just before you had left. There was certainly some pictures that you wanted to keep, and even though you had them all on your phone it had been set up so prints and canvases could be ordered - Connor being the traditional and family oriented man that he is, and the deadline was tomorrow. Your eyes narrowed when you brought up the email and saw that there were two folders attached, one being the collection of photographs, the other being the video that you had specifically said you didn't want to watch. Clicking your tongue and making a mental note to kick Desmond's ass again when you got back, you set to looking through the pictures, slower this time and saving any that you wanted to keep.
Your eyes were feeling heavy after about halfway through, the softness of the bed never failing to tempt you into a deep sleep. Still swiping through the pictures through half lidded eyes, you let out a soft sigh and slowed down even further when you eventually came to the ones nearer the end. Your thumb hovered over the delete button when you got to the last, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. It had been an amazing night, you had never felt that way before despite everything else that happened during it. Your eyes finally fell closed and your breathing slowed, right at the moment you decided that you didn't want to forget about it just yet.
After the third time knocking, Gist opened your door slightly and called your name, wondering where you had got to. It wasn't like you to be late for dinner, so he thought it best to check and see if you were okay. Still not getting a reply, he shield his eyes with his hand and entered your room, (a lesson he had learnt quickly as the last time he did this you had just gotten out of the shower) and called your name again. Peeking slightly between his fingers, he dropped his hand when he spotted you on the bad, fast asleep with your arm almost dangling off the side. He crept towards you when he noticed that your phone was in your hand, usually he wouldn't have touched your things; not wanting to invade your privacy, but he didn't want you dropping it and breaking if it hit the floor. Gently pinching the top of it, he slid it out from between your fingers, his eyes widening as the screen lit up with the last thing you were looking at as your thumb brushed over the fingerprint scanner.
The temptation was just too much to resist, so keeping one eye on you to check for signs of stirring, he flicked through the last couple of shots, a devious grin erupting the more he looked. Nimbly pressing back a few times, he forwarded the email to himself and deleted the evidence from your sent folder, returning it to where you had been looking and placed it gently next to you on the bed, leaving you none the wiser as he left you to sleep.
Stretching out and yawning when your eyes flickered open, you were quite surprised when you saw it was dark outside as you felt like you had only just fell asleep. Your stomach grumbled in confirmation that it was indeed much later than you had realised, so you jumped off the bed and headed to the kitchen in search of food.
"Ah good evening! Sleep well?"
"Yeah, I'm not usually one for taking naps like that." You chuckled as you opened up the fridge and tried to decide on what you could eat with it taking as little effort as possible.
"It's the sea air, it has a tendency to do that. There's some chicken left if you'd like?"
Gist laughed as he watched you settle on cereal, shaking the box enthusiastically and pouring yourself a hefty bowl before sitting down at the table next to him. Only now just noticing that he was partly engrossed in working on his computer, you leaned over to see what he was doing as you carried on munching, almost choking on a mouthful when you saw he was typing out some sort of code.
"You're a hacker??"
He turned the computer so you could see it better without straining your neck, amusement creeping over his face as you continued staring wide eyed whilst still spooning cereal absentmindedly.
"Not quite, although I do like to dabble from time to time. I am working on a way for you to be able to contact us about the location of the money, without anyone else knowing of course. If you call this number, it will direct you to a voicemail which I will be closely monitoring."
Wait. Your voice. Recorded?! The Assassins would find that in a heartbeat, even less if you called it from your own phone. Most assuredly NOT what you had in mind at all.
"Nope, no way, not a chance. You trying to get me caught??"
He snatched the spoon out of your hand when you started poking him with it, grabbing your empty bowl off you and dropping it in the sink before fumbling in the drawer next to it and pulling out a pre paid phone.
"You should learn to be a little more trusting. If anyone else other than your number calls it, or even tries to look it up, the programme will kick in and redirect it to one of our dummy corporations. They won't be able to listen to or bring up the call either, I have put a heavy level of security on it to prevent that from happening. Here, try it out."
Eyeing him up suspiciously as you snatched the phone out of his hand, you keyed in the number that was on his laptop and gingerly held it up to your ear when it started ringing.
"H.E.K Energies, how may I direct your call?"
Hanging up as soon as a very high pitched sing song voice rang in your ear, you dropped the phone on the table and drummed your fingers against it, still quite apprehensive about doing something that could be traced.
"We wouldn't do anything that would get you found out (name), you should realise by now. Your last mission was a success, was it not?"
Christopher re-joined you at the table after grabbing two bottles of beer out of the fridge and handing you one of them, looking rather perplexed when you scoffed and twisted the top off, rolling it in your fingers.
"Yeah, Shays part went just dandy. I however got suck there for hours while everyone got searched after the alarms went off."
"I wasn't aware of that? I shall keep a closer eye on the voicemail, you can call it if you require assistance should something like that happen again. What time did you get home?"
Chewing your lip as you thought about it for a moment, you weren't actually sure what time Haytham had dropped you off. All you knew is that it was starting to get light out, and the wretched birds stared pecking at your window the second you got in so you figured close to dawn.
"Dunno, half past four? Maybe five?"
"They kept you there for six hours?" He blurted, attempting to wipe the drip of beer off his chin with the back of his hand that he spilled in shock.
"Nah, got out about two? What's with the questions?"
Getting up and grabbing a piece of paper towel when you saw he was struggling to clean up his beard, you wafted it in front of his face but pulled it away and held it out of his reach with a smirk when he went to take it, raising your eyebrows while you waited for an answer to your question.
"Are you always this suspicious when someone talks to you? I have no ulterior motive, surely you must know by now that I'm a very chatty person."
Rolling your eyes and chuckling as you finally let him have the towel, you sat back down and propped your legs up on the table, thinking 'chatty' was such a mild word for describing the man.
"It comes with the territory, past experiences and all that. Usually someone is after something."
"Well, I can promise you I'm not after anything, other than the pleasure of your company. So what happened after you got out?"
Resigning to the fact that you were going to get your ears talked off tonight, you thought you might as well get a more comfortable seat so you dragged him into the lounge and flopped down on the sofa, throwing the numerous cushions onto the floor so you could lay back.
"Fair enough. So where were we? Oh yeah, I went back to the Mandarin first." You paused for a moment and unintentionally stared up at the ceiling, glaring at the tiles. "Then I went to see a friend, to relieve some, stress."
You looked back down with your eyebrows raised and made little kissy noises, but you soon stopped and became quite concerned as you saw Gist had suddenly gone rather pale.
"Hey, you okay? You don't look so good."
You leaned forward and laid your hand on his arm when he just stared out into the distance, his face going through a traffic light of colours- finally settling on a sickly shade of green. You gave him a little shake, which eventually snapped him out of whatever he was thinking about.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just remembered something I need to do. For the mission. I-I should go and do it now before I forget again. Good night."
You scrunched your face up as he pretty much leaped out of his seat and headed down the hallway to where his bedroom was, making you more than slightly perplexed. Did you say something wrong?! Shrugging your shoulders as you couldn't be bothered to think about it, you reached out and snatched the remote up off the coffee table and turned the Tv on, channel surfing until you found something to watch for the rest of the evening.
Standing under the awning when a huge clap of thunder rolled out through the black clouds overhead, you were quite impressed at the way Shay managed to ease the ship over the churning waters as he navigated his way through the Port of London. Grinning when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned around and took your bag from Gist, giving him a brief hug when he extended his arms.
"You feeling better now?"
"Quite okay little lass. We have a fair few things to do in London, but with our objectives coinciding we shall be here for as long as you are should you require passage back? You know how to get hold of me if you do, good luck my dear."
"You too!" You shouted as you leaped over the side and landed gracefully on the dock before the ship had even stopped moving.
You had quite enjoyed being in such luxurious surroundings, but now it was time for your assignment and you had to get your head in the game. Whistling loudly and waving your arm to call a black cab when you reached the front gates of the port, you jumped in quickly when the expected downpour started and gave the driver the address of Henry's place in Whitechapel.
Barging through the door of the Curio shop after hurling abuse at the taxi driver for trying to vastly overcharge you; thinking you wouldn't know any better as you had just come from the port, a huge grin washed over your face as Henry poked his head round from the back room.
"Here I am to save your butt again."
Henry chuckled as he walked over and draped his arm over your shoulders, rubbing the top of your head with his knuckles affectionately.
"As I recall, it was us saving you when blighters caught you stealing those schematics? I took the liberty of clearing out your old room for you."
"Hey, that was not my fault! Jacob could have woke the dead with the amount of noise he was making."
You both burst out laughing in agreement as you walked through the back and up the stairs, nostalgia kicking in as soon you got to your room. It was almost exactly as you had left it, apart from the added desk along the back wall between the two windows with a hefty amount of surveillance equipment and monitors on it. Various kukris and other blades adorned the walls, and even your long hooded coat was still hung up on the door of the single wardrobe. Dropping your bag on the bed, the corner of your mouth twitched as you trailed your fingers over the indents in the footboard, where you and Jacob had gotten up to some rather adventurous activities after a bottle of tequila.
"Evie will be back soon, she's just finishing placing cameras in the vicinity of the warehouse that we suspect Starrick is hoarding his weapons. Tell me, how is it that you decided to stay here instead of at the hotel with Connor?"
Tugging your coat off the hangar, you pulled it on and did the buttons and belt up quickly, wafting your arms about and grinning when you found that it still fit perfectly.
"You're kidding right? You know me, always have to be where the action is!"
Henry rolled his eyes when you pulled your hood up and admired yourself in the cracked mirror on the wardrobe door, quickly turning around when he heard stomping coming up the stairs.
"Oh Greeeeenie! You need to get hold of that bloke again, one of those cameras is a dud."
All three of you tensed up when Jacob barged into the room, staring at you blankly as for probably the first time in his life, he was lost for words.
"You didn't tell him I was coming??"
Henry lowered his eyes as you put your hands on your hips and glared at him harshly before slowly undoing your coat, hanging it back up and sitting on the edge of the bed wishing that somebody would say something. You sighed as you noticed that Jacob was attempting to subtly look around for evidence of another person with you, his gaze finally settling on the single holdall that was on the bed that you had brought with you.
"I came alone if that's what you were wondering, Connor will be here tomorrow."
"Eh? I wasn't wondering anything."
Jacob chuckled as he finally found his voice, smirking to himself as if he were hiding some kind of secret. Shrugging your shoulders as if to say you didn't care when you got up, you poked Henry in his side quite hard which made him yelp before snatching the supposedly dud camera out of Jacobs hand.
"So what's wrong with it?"
"It. Does. Not. Work." He said mockingly, tapping his finger on it with every syllable.
Scowling and sticking your tongue out at him as you flipped it over and opened the compartment at the back, you grinned when you saw what was wrong with it as you now had some slight experience with these things after the ones you helped install at the homestead. Pulling your switchblade out of your jeans pocket, you set to undoing the tiny screw and releasing the wire inside, scraping off the extra piece of silicone that was blocking the power connection before fixing it back. Tossing it back to him and winking smugly before grabbing Henry's arm and encouraging him to come back downstairs; with every intention of giving him an earful for what he had done, you burst out laughing when Jacob stood there wide eyed, his head moving rapidly to and fro between you and the device.
"Connor! Thank god you're here!"
He raised his eyebrows in surprise when you grabbed him and dragged him into the shop, kicking the door shut with a bang before hugging him tightly. You had been here one, ONE day, and already your nerves were starting to fray. It was bad enough that you had been tasked with setting up the surveillance equipment in your room and trying to get it to link up with the other site closer to the warehouse, but you had also had to deal with a very ill-tempered Jacob. Evie was on the verge of killing him after he had started a fight in the pub last night, bragging how he was going to 'kick some Templar ass very soon', so he had been put on house arrest as it were, forbidden to leave the Curio shop unless he behaved. Needless to say he hadn't taken it very well, stomping about and pouting at every opportunity.
"I hoped to be here sooner (name) but my flight got delayed. How have you fared so far?"
"Not terribly well..."
You were cut off by Jacob bounding down the stairs when he had heard someone come in, strolling up to Connor and punching him in the arm then comically pretending that he had broken his hand after his fist connected.
"Hey the big man's here! Now this party can really get started!"
Connor shot you a sympathetic look when your eyes pretty much rolled into the back of your head as Jacob jumped up on the counter and began annoyingly fiddling with his gauntlet, realising quickly why you looked so riled up. Thankfully you had an idea that would keep him busy for about half an hour, plenty of time for you and Connor to catch up and start making preparations.
"Oh Jaaaacob?" You purred, flashing him your sweetest smile when he looked up and instantly knew you were after something. "Would you mind popping to the coffee shop for us? I won't tell Evie you left."
"What, I'm your errand boy now?" He scoffed irritably and continued flicking out his blade.
"Not at all, you know you're the only one I trust to get my drink. You know exactly how I like it."
His eyes widened when you leant in to whisper that last part to him, hoping to appeal to his ego to get what you wanted. It had obviously worked as when you moved back a salacious grin crept up his face and he jumped off the counter, grabbing his hat and running his hand through his hair before putting it on.
"Fine. You better not let my darling sister find out, I can't be dealing with anymore of her nagging."
You mimicked zipping your mouth shut when he eagerly left, letting out a heavy sigh as you turned back to Connor who was chuckling softly.
"That was very clever of you (name). Shall we get started while we have no distractions?"
With Connors help you had managed to get all the cameras working and get it streaming to the safe house where Henry was also monitoring everything; as you had already agreed to take it in shifts, and you were now looking at street maps to plot a route to take the money plus the guns to a safe location. You were so engrossed in what you were doing that you hadn't even noticed the time, until a large takeaway cup was placed on the desk in front of you.
"One 'just how you like it' as requested, and one... I have no idea what this is? Compost maybe?"
You bit your lips together when Jacob passed Connor his drink, his grimaced face quite the picture indeed.
"Why does everybody feel the need to criticise my beverage choices?"
"Sweetie, it looks like mud. You're kinda asking for it." You giggled when Jacob imitated throwing up as Connor started drinking it with a shrug of his shoulders.
Turning back to the map and trailing your finger over the partially marked route outlined on it, you suddenly stopped and frowned when you couldn't find the expected intersection about a mile away from the warehouse.
"Jacob, is this an old map? Where's the bank?"
Raising your eyebrows when he poked his head between you and Connor; staring at the map blankly, you rolled it up and swatted him round the head with it when you realised that he was no longer in a foul mood, his usual mischievous attitude coming back full force as he feigned mock horror when he saw where you had pointed to.
"There may have been some kind of explosion last year. So they demolished what was left and turned it into a one way system?"
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose as you slumped back in your chair, the entire second half of your planning now being rendered completely useless as there is no way you could use that route anymore, as it would take twice as long as you had initially predicted.
"Can I ask what caused the explosion? Or is that a stupid question?" Connor mumbled quite irritably as he eyed Jacob up when he stood there scratching his chin.
"It wasn't my fault! They were the ones who brought a stupid amount of C4 to rob the place, how was I to know?"
"Great. Just great. Well, back to square one then." You growled as you unrolled the map and prepared yourself for another tedious afternoon.
It took several hours to plan an alternate route for the mission, now that it had been completed Connor had gone to join Henry and Evie at the other site to share the rest of the intelligence he had gathered, leaving you bored to tears staring at the unchanging picture on the screen with your chin in your hands. You began flicking through the cameras absent-mindedly when you saw some kind of movement, but let out a huff and went back to the main picture when you saw it was another infernal pigeon.
"Oh someone's having fun then!"
Spinning around in your chair when you heard the usual heavy footsteps, you cocked your head when you saw that Jacob was more dishevelled than usual and slightly red-faced, wearing very unexpectedly, shorts and a hoodie.
"What have you been doing?"
"Eh? Told you I had a job now, I do boxing lessons at Toppings Gym."
"You? Teach?! Of all the things I expected, that would have been the very bottom of the list." You mumbled as you playfully wafted your hand in front of your face when he sat down next to you.
"Ha ha very funny. I remember you used to love it when I got all hot and sweaty. You should come down, I could show you a thing or two."
"I can fight perfectly well thank you very much." You pouted, narrowing your eyes at his attempted mockery.
"Those fancy pants backflips? If you say so. Althoooough, it is a lot of fun watching you."
Turning back to the monitor quickly when he gave you a cheeky wink so he wouldn't see the smile threatening to creep up your face, you scowled when you were faced with another bird literally eyeballing you through the camera.
"Go. Away! Shoo!"
Jacob roared into laughter when you poked the screen with a hiss, almost falling off his chair in hysterics when you got up and grabbed Evie's sniper rifle that was on top of its case at the foot of your bed.
"Don't you think that's kind of excessive? You'll never make that shot." Jacob chuckled when he managed to calm down slightly, only to start up again when he saw you were actually going to go through with it as you slid a bullet into the chamber.
You threw him a maniacal grin as you pushed open the window and looked through the scope, turning the dial on the side and gauging the distance between you and the feathered rat.
"It's just over a mile away, easy shot. Besides, I'm not going to kill it, just scare it off."
"First round at the pub says you don't make it."
Slowing your breathing and balancing the barrel on the sill, your eyes flickered to the trees outside so you could adjust your aim for the slight breeze, the corner of your lips tugging up when you knew for certain you had your mark.
"Deal. Second brick down from the camera, you get to check."
Before he had a chance to reply, you firmly squeezed the trigger and a deafening bang rumbled through the air, everything outside going silent apart from the flock of birds swooping into the air in fear.
"Off you go then."
"Why me?" He grumbled as he got up and joined you at the window, squinting at the late afternoon sunshine.
"Well firstly I wouldn't want you accusing me of cheating now would I. Secondly, it's about to be rush hour traffic. You'll be much faster with your rope launcher."
Jacob sighed at your logic, knowing that it was pointless arguing when you had come up with half decent reasoning. Laying the gun down on your bed when he pouted and made his way downstairs and out into the street, you returned to the window and pushed it open a little further with a wide grin as you watched him shoot out his zip line, climbing up the building over the road with ease.
"Mmmm, why does beer always taste better when someone else buys it?" You giggled, smacking your lips after taking a sip when Jacob scowled at you.
"Yeah yeah, rub it in. You know that was pure luck."
You rolled your eyes with a smile as you relaxed back in your seat, stretching out before cocking your head when Jacob started tapping his fingers on the table. Noticing he was staring at a pamphlet that had been left on the edge, you snapped it up quickly and glanced over it, letting out a heavy sigh as you dropped it back down.
"If you start another fight tonight, I'm leaving you high and dry."
"What? Dunno what you're talking about."
Poking him in the arm when he tried to hold back a grin as he picked up the paper eagerly and unfolded it, you dug out your phone and messaged Connor, telling a teeny white lie and saying that you were out with Jacob doing 'recon' tonight.
"I've covered us for a bit. If you win, we split the prize money."
"My my, since when did you become so devious? And what do you mean, if? There's no way I can lose."
Leaning over slightly so you could fully read the rules and not just get snippets of it, a wide grin spread over your face when you knew he was right. Six rounds of Texas hold em poker starting at 8pm tonight, a hundred pounds buy in, the winner walks away with every penny. It was easy money really, Jacobs eagle vision allowing him to see all of his opponents cards making any other outcome inconceivable. Before, you would have gone mad at him for even thinking about doing something like this, cheating and having an unfair advantage. But recently you had rethought a few things, and maybe you should let your hair down once in a while. Plus almost all of your assets were back in Boston, so a little something to tide you over whist you were here would help no end. Digging your purse out of your bag when Jacob sulked as he realised he didn't have enough money on him to be able to enter the game, you slapped the rest in his hand and began giggling when he jumped up enthusiastically towards the bar, finally starting to relax and feel a bit more at ease being here.
You faked nervousness as you glanced around the back room where the game had been set up, everyone else in here holding their breaths as the last hand was dealt. As expected Jacob was winning massively, the only opponent left having just a few chips in his hand. The other players that had been kicked out of the tournament had started grumbling something about him cheating somehow, but after a fifteen minute break and some lengthy searching of him, they had to be satisfied that he wasn't. You sighed when Jacob folded yet again, grimacing when you checked your watch and saw that it was nearly midnight. If he didn't finish this game up soon, you were going to have to make up an excuse for why you were late back to take over the surveillance, not something you wanted to have to explain to Evie.
Jacob turned his head to the side when he heard you clear your throat, shrugging his shoulders as if to say I know when he saw you tapping your wrist. The cards were dealt again, but this time, you noticed a slight crease in the corner of his eye. Extremely subtle as to not let on a tell, but just enough to let you know he had gotten a decent hand at last. The only problem this time was, his opponent (a rather gangly and sickly looking man) never even looked at his cards, just kept both palms on top of each other and firmly placed over them. Now Jacobs eagle vision was good, but not good enough to see through two limbs and the backs of the cards. You gulped when the man threw his few remaining chips into the middle of the table, knowing full well what was coming next. As you guessed, Jacob being the arrogant ass that he is also went all in, making this the final play.
The dealer purposefully turned over the first three cards painfully slowly; revealing the king and queen of clubs, then the ace of diamonds. Neither of the men moved an inch when the fourth was placed on the table, whispers and murmurs erupting when the ace of hearts was pulled next. Even you bit your lip in anticipation as you watched the dealer's hand move across the table in something resembling movie style slow motion, your eyes flickering to Jacobs face for any sign of whether he had won or not when the last card was the ace of clubs. But he showed nothing. Not even a glimmer. Never before had you been so nervous about a game like this, but as it was your money on the line too, you thought that he would have at least been a bit more careful with it.
Your heart was beating furiously and you were more than slightly annoyed when his rival finally showed his hand with a sly grin, a two of diamonds and.. the ace of spades. Fuck! Sighing and resigning to the fact that you had lost; only a miracle able to beat a four of a kind, you suddenly jumped when Jacob slapped his hand on the table, stopping him from collecting the pot.
Everyone inched in closer when Jacob flicked over his first card and tossed it on the table - all but you as you caught his gaze and held it, your mouth curling into the same cocky grin as his when he gave you a slow wink and picked up his last card. You didn't even look at it when he placed it down next to the other one, for some reason you found yourself unable to pull away from his dancing eyes and jubilant expression. It was the sound of the man getting up and bursting out the door that finally dragged your attention away, making you chuckle when Jacob also got up and did several exaggerated bows to the rest of the room and boasting about his royal flush. Just as he was about to collect his winnings from the dealer, you froze to the spot when someone you knew caught your eye, stomping heavily and purposefully in your direction.
Stood at over six foot tall and the size of a house, John the Tosser was a well-known gang leader around here, working for none other than the Templars. Your eyes narrowed when you spotted the man who had lost peeking from behind him, with an evil smirk plastered on his face.
"You morons! You let Assassins into the tournament??" John bellowed out as soon as he spotted you and Jacob, cracking his knuckles menacingly.
Having known Jacob for many years, one thing that you had learned was that whenever you were with him you must always have an escape plan, regardless of where you were or what you were doing. This was the reason that when the game had started you had strategically placed yourself in front of the rear exit, sneakily picking the lock behind your back while everyone else was focused on the table. The only problem now was, there were three very angry thugs between you and the only way out, and as you were the only one to have a weapon on you, (Jacobs gauntlet being far too noticeable to be worn down the pub) getting out was going to be no easy feat. Managing to catch Jacobs attention, you flickered your eyes to the door and back to him quickly, letting him silently know what you had done.
The second John and his now knowing flunkeys started to advance on you, Jacob grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it over, knocking two of the nearby men to the floor and giving you a chance to face the ones guarding the exit. One of them ran off when you flicked out your hidden blade; John screaming at him to come back as he engaged Jacob in a heavy fist fight, the two that were remaining hesitantly raising their arms as you approached them with a wicked grin.
"Eenie... Meeny.... Miney..... Mo." You chuckled as you waggled your finger between them, leaping towards them both after you flipped your middle finger up too so you were pointing at the pair of them.
You caught the fist of the one on the left as he struck out when you got close enough, pulling and spinning him around so that he crashed into his counterpart, knocking him out as his head smacked against the wall with a sickening thud. Your original target was a bit more resilient it seemed, as he clambered up quickly and lunged towards you again; pushing you back and nearly making you topple, completely ignoring your hidden blade pressing into the back of his wrist. Quickly glancing behind yourself as you were being shoved, you had an idea how you could kill two birds with one stone. Digging your heel into the floor to stop you going back any further, you held the man's arms tightly and allowed yourself to fall, using the momentum to draw your foot up to his stomach and send him flying over the top of you, making him collide with John and roll across the room. You grabbed hold of Jacobs hand when he extended it to help you up, running through the exit quickly when the commotion had attracted nearly a dozen more gang members and they came bursting through the main door.
Snapping your blade back and running down the alleyway as fast as you could, you skidded to a halt as you came near the end; grabbing hold of the dumpster and pushing it at hard as you could away from the wall.
"What are you doing?! Bad guys. Trying to kill us. Remember?!"
"I know, I was there too!" You growled, pulling out the backpack that you had the foresight to stash here several hours ago.
Breaking out into a sprint again when you heard several voices drawing closer to where you were, you unzipped the bag and fumbled around in it for a moment, tossing Jacob his bracer with a smirk. He shot you a wry grin as he caught it and slid it over his arm, managing to fasten it by the time you had rounded the next corner. Without missing a beat he wove his arm around your waist and shot out his zipline onto the nearest building, heaving you both up to the rooftops and further away from the horde of gang members that were still relentlessly chasing you. You stumbled slightly as you got to the top, grasping hold of his arm for a moment so you could regain proper footing again.
"Bit out of practice are we?" He smirked when you let go, peering over the side and waving at the men who now looked confused as to where you had gone.
"Oh shut up."
You ducked down quickly when the sound of a bullet whizzed by you, Jacobs idiotic gestures having drawn the mobs attention up to where you were. Managing to leap over the rooftops and gain a fair bit of distance away from them, you both dropped down to a fire escape when you reached a derelict part of town, sliding down the ladder and testing numerous doors to try and find somewhere to hide.
"(Name) over here!"
Taking several deep breaths when you followed him into what you guessed used to be a nightclub, you peered through the almost blacked out windows when he quietly closed the door, looking for any signs that you had been spotted.
You shook your head when you saw nothing apparent, flicking your eyes to the side when Jacob moved to stand right behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder, peeking out of the same gap in the glass as you were.
"Looks like we lost them, just like old times hey?"
All you could do was hum softly in agreement, becoming slightly surprised but very confused when he draped his arms over your stomach and began nuzzling into your neck.
"What are you doing?" You whispered, your eyes fluttering almost shut when you felt his lips press against the sensitive pulse point on your throat.
"I know you said you're not coming back, I've accepted that now. Buuuuut, who says we can't have a little fun while you're here? Friends with, benefits maybe?"
Turning around in his arms slowly with your eyebrows raised at his proposition, you bit your lip when you realised he wasn't joking, wondering if you were both capable of such a thing. You were almost certain that you could, tucking your emotions away had become like second nature to you now, but after his reaction at the party it gave you doubts. Not to mention that you would quite literally find yourself on the end of Evie's blade if she ever found out that you messed about with her brother. But on the other hand, you knew that it would be good; the sex having been the best part of your relationship, and you could definitely do with some fun as he put it. Taking his hand that was still on your waist, you laced your fingers with his and kissed the back of it, hoping that he would be satisfied with your answer given the predicament you were in at this moment in time.
"Let me think about it? That's not a no."
You wiggled your eyebrows and trailed your other hand down his chest; just brushing over his groin when he went to pout, but your gesture made that bottom lip go away quickly and change into a positively sinful grin.
"Come on, we better get back before they send a search party for us."
After a lengthy ear bashing from Henry for being half hour late to take the next shift on the surveillance, you dropped on your bed and kicked off your shoes while Jacob sat in front of the monitors, fumbling in his coat before draping it over the back of his chair.
"Here, your half."
"What? I thought you hadn't managed to take it?"
Grinning wildly when he threw over a large wad of notes in your direction before propping his legs up on the desk, you flicked through the money quickly before stashing it in a hidden pocket inside your mattress.
"You really think I would have let us go through all that for nothing? I'm insulted." He mumbled, waving his hand dismissively whilst continuing to stare at the ever unchanging monitor.
You sat there in silence for several minutes, swinging your legs whilst staring at the wall and still debating his proposal from earlier. Just as you came you a decision, you jumped up off the bed when you glanced over and saw that he had pulled his hat down over his face, arms crossed over his chest as if he was asleep. Creeping up beside him and ducking down to see if he was or not, you flicked his hat up and off his head when you couldn't see anything.
"Hey, wake up! If I've gotta stay up, you're keeping me company."
"I'm not asleep, just bored."
You put your hands on your hips and glared at him for a moment when his eye opened just a fraction, a wanton smile creeping up your face when he quickly shut it again and wriggled to get more comfortable in his seat. Taking a step to the left so you were now stood directly behind him, you laid your hands on his shoulders and leaned forwards, running your palms down his chest until your mouth was just a fraction away from his ear.
"There is one way we can make this night more entertaining." You whispered, softly biting on the shell of his ear and smirking when you felt him tense up underneath you.
His eyes snapped wide open and he turned his head to face you as you plucked open the top button of his shirt, dragging your nails back up and over his bare skin, making him shudder as he continued to stare at you.
"Thought you said you needed to think about it first?"
Before you had even finished speaking he had spun the chair so he could wrap his arms around you, tugging you down to sit on his lap and pushing up his hips eagerly so you could feel he was already getting hard at the thought.
"Just friends having fun, right?"
"Uh huh." Was the only thing he uttered as he curled his hand around your neck and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you hungrily whilst fumbling with the zip of your hoodie to get it undone.
You had to figure out a way to stop him for a moment when you felt his gauntlet scratching at your skin, so you seized his hand and ground yourself on him firmly, making him pull away from you and hiss at the sensation. He quickly realised what you wanted when you started fiddling with the buckles to get it undone, so he moved to your neck and began kissing a trail all the way down while he kept his hand still so you could continue. The second you managed to get the thing off and drop it to the floor, his hand shot back up to your chest and slid under the fabric of your tank top and bra, massaging your breast and rolling your already hard peak between his fingers.
Nudging his head with your cheek so you could capture his mouth again, you nibbled at his bottom lip and plunged your tongue in mouth, lashing it against his when he made that little whimper that never failed to send a tingle straight to your core. You giggled and grabbed ahold of his shoulder when you felt his hand drop to the top of your jeans and tug them open impatiently; lifting your hips so he could push them down along with your pants in desperate need to have you exposed to him, spreading your legs and twitching as he dragged his fingers up your inner thigh when you eventually kicked them off. A small moan erupted in your throat when he grazed a single digit over your folds, which he swallowed greedily as he continued with teasing strokes over your mound.
"Has anyone been here since me?" He mumbled against your lips, a heavy blush rising up your face as he dipped his hand lower and subtly brushed his thumb over your rear.
You shook your head softly when he moved back up and continued with his caresses, testing how wet you were as he left a line of little pecks over your cheek. You had half expected him to ask for that given it was one of his favourite things to do, and you actually didn't mind it once in a while as you knew he would prepare you well enough so it wouldn't hurt. Pushing his hand lower and letting him know that you were okay with it, you let go of his shoulder and tried to carry on unbuttoning his shirt, failing quite spectacularly when he suddenly dipped a finger deep inside you and wiggled it about, making you throw your head back and groan. You were damp, but not at the level of slickness he wanted so he broke away from you with a salacious grin and slid his arms under your legs, lifting you and perching you on the edge of the desk.
"Lean back." He almost growled at you, your heart skipping a beat when he gave you that look, letting you know you're about to be absolutely ravaged.
Quickly pushing the keyboard out of the way, you leaned back as far as you could go, the coldness of the monitor even through your clothing making your back erupt in goosebumps. You bit your lip when he sat back down and rolled the chair slightly forwards, placing your feet on the armrests so every part of your nether regions was on display. You grabbed the edge of the desk to stop yourself from sliding forwards when he bent forward and ran his tongue along the juncture between your thighs and pelvis, teasingly brushing his lips up and down your thighs, getting closer to the delicate flesh between your legs each time. Your hand instinctively came up to grab his hair when he finally poked his tongue out, swiping a long wet lick all the from the bottom to your clit that had you writhing for more.
"S-stop teasing you git." You whimpered when he took your lower lips in his mouth, sucking on them gently.
You felt rather than heard him chuckle against you for a moment before he let you have what you wanted, returning to your nub and flicking his tongue repeatedly over it, swirling two fingers around your entrance before plunging them in you. Your grip tightened in his hair when he curled his fingers and started caressing your walls, your breathing becoming shallower when the speed of his tongue picked up a fraction, sending little pre orgasmic waves rolling throughout you. You let out a short breathy cry and begin grinding against his mouth when he began sucking on your clit and you felt a trickle run down your crease, his fingers leaving you and grazing downwards to scoop up the mix of his saliva and your arousal. You willed your body into not tensing up when you felt his right hand probing at your rear, manipulating the tight muscle into relaxing before poking his finger inside you just a fraction. You didn't even feel a second one enter you until they began scissoring and gently twisting, his mouth that was alternating between sucks and laps making your impending climax more than enough to distract you from the burning ache of the stretching he was doing. You were gasping and gritting your teeth as you skimmed along the point of no return, your legs trembling violently as a wave of cascading bliss enveloped you and made you throw your head back and seize up, leaving you unable to make a sound apart from a sharp intake of air.
You were content to sit there for a moment in the depths of post-coital languor, not even paying attention to your surroundings until you heard the tearing of foil and the faint smell of rubber ticked your nose. You lolled your head forwards just as he finished preparing himself and stood up with a smug grin, taking your hands and pulling you up next to him. He slowly turned you around and placed your hands back down on the desk, pressing his chest firmly against you as he buried his face into your shoulder.
"Good?" He whispered in your ear, smirking when you turned your head and nodded, biting your lip coyly. You strained your neck and pressed your mouth against his firmly to stifle a sight whimper when you felt the tip of his shaft nudging between your cheeks, a heavy groan tearing from your throat as he slowly and carefully pushed forwards, filling your back passage with his length.
You could hear him mumbling obscenities under his breath when you reached behind you and pulled on his leg to start him moving, the slight pain diminishing quickly and morphing into a more gratifying experience as he gently thrust into you. He increased his pace slightly when you began to softly moan as he filled you over and over again, each time you squeezed yourself around him on the in stroke, it made his fingers that had found their way to your hips dig in at the intensity that was beginning to swim throughout him. Although it felt nice, you knew you wouldn't orgasm again like this, so you snaked your hand between your legs and began circling your still swollen clit, closing your eyes and focusing on the tingling that was unfurling deep in your abdomen. Because you had not long climaxed you jumped close to your plateau quite quickly, but as much as you tried you just couldn't tip over the edge. Not even the sounds of him panting your name and his fingers raking your back; which would have usually added to your pleasure, gave you release.
"J-Jacob.. I can't...I-I need.." You implored as you managed to turn yourself so you could look up at him, his dishevelled state only serving to make the tension inside you even worse.
"I've got you love."
In one swift movement he drew out of you and practically ripped the condom off of himself and sat down on the chair, pulling you down along with him and sliding his cock deep into your aching pussy as you landed on his lap. You let out a needy whimper when the position you were in allowed him to drive up into you forcefully, pushing you immediately to the verge again when he curled his left arm around you to continue the ministrations on your clit. You moaned desperately, clawing for release as your whole body began to shake with being held on the brink for so long. Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore of the agonising throbbing inside you, he bit down on your neck and you yowled uncontrollably, back snapping up into an arch as several shudders tore through your body and you were finally rewarded with a frenzied climax. Your limbs continued to jerk when he never slowed his pace as you were coming down from your high, the sensations passing into unbearable pain quickly with each of his vigorous thrusts.
One thing about Jacob that always impressed you was his longevity in the bedroom; both a blessing and a curse, and you had to do something to get him to finish quickly as you felt like you were about to die of overstimulation. Timing it just right, you leant forwards when he pulled out so he slipped out of you, and dropped to your knees in between his legs. You immediately plunged your mouth over him, wrapping your hand around the base and pumping him in time with the movements of your head. You gazed up as you swirled your tongue around his tip, your eyes smiling when you saw that his face was twisted in a mix of surprise and carnal desire as he watched you lick your own essence off him. He gripped the armrests hard enough to turn his knuckles white and his legs tensed up when you enveloped your hot mouth around him again and sucked harder, your other hand drawing up to caress and fondle his sack which you knew would be the key to his undoing. You were prepared for the explosion of his hot sticky come when he began to twitch and you could feel a pulsing against your tongue, swallowing everything he gave you when he groaned loudly and bucked up his hips, emptying himself down the back of your throat.
You licked a drip that you missed off your finger with a giggle when he slumped back in the chair with a silly grin on his face, using his legs as leverage to help you get up off of the floor so you could lean in and kiss his cheek.
"All three holes and it's not even my birthday?" He mumbled contentedly through his now slowing breaths, chuckling when you stuck your tongue out at him before beginning the hunt for the rest of your discarded clothes.
You had been here over a week now, and you were starting to become impatient at there being absolutely no sign of any activity around the warehouse. Connor had been reaching out to his contacts here in hopes they would have even a scrap of information on a timeline for the deal, but they had all come back to him empty-handed. Even Jacob who had been prancing about rather cheerfully for the past few days (forcing you to lie out of your ass when everyone started bombarding you with questions as to why he was in such a good mood) had begun to become surly with the lack of action as he put it. In hopes of boosting everyone's morale, Henry in his world of wisdom had decided to cook one of his legendary dinners tonight, and you had been tasked with fetching the obscenely long list of ingredients from the market.
Squinting to try and decipher the man's ridiculously swirly handwriting for the next thing he required, you gave up with an exasperated sigh and handed the slip of paper to the spice vendor, hoping that he could figure out what you needed. While you waited as he began spooning some kind of yellow powder into a bag, the tingly feeling at the back of neck erupted and your eyebrows raised when you spotted Gist at another stall, directly behind the one you were at. He had followed you it seemed, as when you caught his eye he tilted his head in a subtle gesture to the right, confusing you at what he could possibly want. Paying for your purchases and stuffing them in your backpack, you continued to walk down the narrow pathway between the stalls, keeping your gaze on him out of the corner of your eye as he followed his own route to the end. Just as you reached his position, he took an abrupt left turn and stumbled, crashing into you and almost sending you flying. Usually, you would have been annoyed at someone doing something like this, but as soon as you felt a slight pull at your coat pocket, you knew there had to be a good reason for him to approach you this way.
"So dreadfully sorry miss, how clumsy of me. Are you alright?"
You waved your hand dismissively at his unnecessary gesture and pulled your bag back up on your shoulder, walking briskly away towards the side streets eagerly to find out what he slipped into your jacket. As soon as you were alone and convinced that no-one could see you, you closed your hand around the contents of pocket and slowly pulled it out, quite surprised to see an earbud in your hand. You hissed when the whistle of interference screeched in your ear for a second as you put it in, pretending to look for something in your bag when a couple strolled past you leisurely as you were now on high alert.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes, very subtle Christopher." You whispered mockingly, but it was completely lost on him through the transmission. "What's the matter? I haven't got long."
"I know, I'll be quick. I have no idea where you got your intelligence from, but I can assure you it's wrong. Starrick is not at the warehouse that you have been watching."
You literally felt the colour drain from your face as he spoke, staring into space as you contemplated just how on earth such a grave error could have been made.
"(Name) are you still there?"
"I'm here. How did you?.... Actually, it doesn't matter. Where is he if he's not at the location we've been told?"
"Just over the river from where we docked. In Southwark, Butlers Wharf. You need to hurry, the deal is happening tomorrow night."
Breaking out into a sprint back towards the curio shop; narrowly missing several cyclists who were on the pavement, you tugged out your phone and sent a mass message to all of your colleagues, telling them all to meet you at Henry's as soon as humanly possible.
"Gist. Thank you."
"Not a problem dear. Arms should never be sold onto the streets, especially when they could find their way into the hands of children and it's easier for you to stop him than us. One other thing...."
"What?" You panted, encouraging him to hurry up with whatever he was going to say when he just trailed off.
"Nothing, we can talk about it another time. You're nearly back, so I'll say goodbye for now. Good luck."
It was not lost on you that you were an Assassin working for the Templars, who were helping the Assassins, stop a Templar. You would have laughed if it had not been so ironic. Pulling the earbud out and slipping it into your jeans, you glanced around briefly when you realised that he knew exactly where you were at that moment in time, actually chuckling and picking up your pace when you saw a drone fly off into the distance. Men and their toys...
You were met with four gawking expressions when you burst through the door of the Curio shop, two of them turning into glaring as Jacob rushed over and rubbed your back when you held on to the counter, trying to slow your breathing so you could speak.
"We... were wrong... Starrick. Wrong.... warehouse.." You puffed, grabbing a map off the side and unrolling it in front of Connor.
"What?! Are you sure? How did you come across this information? I was certain that the intel I received was correct."
"Someone must have paid your contacts off to feed you lies. I still know one or two people around here, trust me, I'm right. And I've been told it's happening tomorrow night, so we've gotta act fast. That's where he is."
Everyone leant over to see where you were pointing at on the map, slightly bewildered before immediately scrambling to gather the equipment that you would need to relocate, all silently hoping that you weren't too late.
Peering over the side of the Tower Bridge, you picked up the camera and zoomed in when you saw another van stop outside the warehouse, watching several quite heavily armed men with red shirts get out.
"That's four in the past hour. What on earth are they doing?" You whispered to Evie as you passed her the camera so she could take more photo's if she needed.
"I have no idea (name), but it's big whatever it is. It seems that you were correct after all. Now, where is that idiotic brother of mine?"
At that exact moment as if he had been waiting to do a dramatic entrance, Jacob dropped down from the ledge above and sauntered over to where you were, leaning on the edge of the rail casually and staring out into the distance.
"At last. You need to follow that van when it leaves, find out where they're bringing those crates from. Do you think you can manage that? Do stay out of sight, the last thing we need is somebody spotting you."
A devious grin crept up his face when he saw the men re-emerge from the warehouse and get back in the truck, cracking his knuckles and rubbing his hands together now that he had actually got something to entertain himself with for a while.
"Of coooourse. I am the night....."
"I am. Batman." He growled mischievously.
Both you and Evie slapped your foreheads at the same time, dragging your hands down your faces as Jacob let out a 'Mwa ha ha' and shot his zip line to the factory next to the bridge, swinging out of sight.
"You're sleeping with him again."
You slowly turned your head to Evie as she just came out with that matter of factly; your eyes as wide as saucers and panic consuming every fibre of your being when you saw that she was staring at you, her face completely void of expression.
"Evie... we're not.."
Trailing off when she just raised her hand and turned her attention back to the warehouse when yet another van pulled up, you racked your brain in the several moments of uncomfortable silence in trying to figure out how she could have possibly found out about what happened between you and Jacob last week.
"That was not a question, so I'm not expecting an answer. Don't even think I've not noticed the way he's been acting around you. I am only going to say one thing. Break his heart, and I break you. Is that understood?"
You nodded somberly at her ultimatum, not even for a second doubting everything she had just said. In the middle of cursing yourself for getting in a predicament that you had hoped to avoid entirely, you jumped when a hand lay on your shoulder; turning around to see Connor carrying a large black case.
"Are you okay (name)? You seem disturbed."
"Er yeah, I'm fine." You blurted, clearing your throat before you adorned a face-splitting grin when you realised what he had brought with him. "Is that what I think it is?!"
Crouching down beside him when he took a knee and lay the case on the floor; undoing the clips enthusiastically, you couldn't help but gaze in envy at the newest addition to his collection. You trailed your fingers over the smoothness of the recurve bow, plucking the string gently before tugging out a small leather clad box and shaking it gingerly. You moved out of his way when he pulled the bow out along with several untipped arrows, taking the box off you and flipping it open to reveal what looked like miniature cameras attached to a vast array of tips.
"I had to call in a few favours to get these, but given our circumstances, I believe it to be worthwhile."
Both you and Evie watched Connor admirably as he assembled six of the arrows and lay five of them neatly on top of the rail, knocking the last and taking aim at the top of the building next to the warehouse.
"Connor, wait!" Evie hollered when she suddenly spotted something that made her face twist up in loathing. You looked out into the distance to where she was pointing, seeing a well dressed red-haired woman, carrying a briefcase and yelling at a short, stocky man who looked to be some kind of doctor.
"Lucy Thorne. I must find out what's in that briefcase, I'll meet you back at the train."
You stood there at a loss for words when she jumped down the side of the bridge and onto the street without a moment's hesitation as a town car pulled up beside the woman, then turned to face Connor who had the same bewildered expression as you. Shrugging your shoulders and turning your attention back to the warehouse, you nudged Connor with your elbow when you saw that everyone had left and he could carry on placing the new cameras. It only took him a few seconds to get the whole street entirely under watch, firing the arrows rapidly with deadly accuracy before anyone came back and noticed something whizzing through the air.
"Pleeeease teach me how to use one of those? I'm a good student, promise."
Connor chuckled when you made grabby hands at his bow as he began packing it away, passing you a small remote type contraption which you stared at quizzically while he adjusted the strap so he could carry the case over his shoulder.
"I am surprised that you don't already know, I will happily show you when we return home. Fix that somewhere safe, it will transmit the signals back to the Frye's train."
You let out a little excited squeal and threw your arms around him briefly before hunting around for somewhere decent to hide the black box, snapping your fingers when you spotted an ideal nook in between the rails. Skipping back over and linking your arm through his with a huge grin, he tutted and frowned at you when you cursed out loud as the unmistakable sound of a steam train came from your left.
"Shit! Oops, sorry. Come on, I don't fancy running around London chasing the thing!"
You made it to the tracks just in time; the driver had apparently been told you were coming as he had slowed down significantly considering he was in between stations. Grabbing Connors extended hand after he had jumped up first, you made your way into the middle carriage; inhaling deeply and smiling when the familiar smell of gunpowder and old books tickled your nose. Other than the couple of laptops that were on the desk and a few boxes stacked up in the corner, it was just how you remembered it. Your reminiscing was suddenly cut short when two heavy thuds echoed out from above, followed by some very loud arguing. Evie was the first to barge through the door with a resounding bang, making you and Connor wince when Jacob came in straight after and continued with the quarrel.
"Please tell me, dear sister, how is it MY fault you lost Thorne?!"
"You know exactly how!" Evie growled as she stormed over to him and poked him in the chest forcefully. "Always getting in the way, your incessant need to be in the middle of everything! You always let your personal feelings compromise our missions!"
You looked up at Connor again when Evie stared at you pointedly, seeing he was to trying to get a word in edgeways for probably the third time since the twins came in, pursing your lips together and sighing when you could see that he was getting riled up at the bickering. You couldn't hold back the giggle that erupted when he suddenly pulled out his tactical tomahawk from his belt and slammed it into the desk; taking a rather hefty chunk out of it, making the siblings instantly clam up and stare at him wide-eyed.
"Enough! We have more important things to be doing than arguing over something so frivolous! No better than children the pair of you, I suggest that the matter is dropped so we can carry on with our preparations."
Both Evie and Jacob nodded shamefacedly before giving each other one last death stare, Connor dragging her off to the other side of the carriage and leaving Jacob with you.
"Well, now that I definitely didn't miss. So what happened?"
"Oh, nothing much, just Evie blaming me for her mistakes!"
You elbowed him hard in the ribs when he said that last bit purposefully louder, making him grimace from both the pain that you had caused him and the seething expression from Connor.
"You know that's not what I meant, I've never gotten involved in your arguments, you know that. The crates, where are they coming from?"
Standing there with your hands on your hips irritably as he flopped down on the sofa and put his feet up, you lashed out and knocked his hat off his head when he pulled it down over his eyes without answering you.
"Oi! Don't you start, I've had enough of women harassing me for one night thank you."
You rubbed your face when he picked his hat up off the floor and exaggerated brushing it off before placing it back over his eyes, then tapped your finger on your bottom lip when you knew you weren't going to get anywhere like this, so as usual, you had to come up with some other way of coercing what you needed out of him. Glancing over your shoulder to see Evie and Connor with their backs to you and deep in conversation about some documents on the desk in front of them, you gracefully sat down on top of Jacobs' legs, shuffling about slightly and leaning over close enough so he could hear your whispers.
"You've never been able to hold back from me, what makes you think you can start now?"
A sly smirk crept up your face when you could see him biting the insides of his cheeks to stop himself from grinning, so you decided to push things just that little further, knowing it wouldn't take much more to get him to break. Putting all your weight on the balls of your feet, you slid yourself up him a bit more so you were sat straight on his groin and wiggled your lower half suggestively, which made him lightly groan and grab your hips firmly.
"Fine! Bloody tease. They're coming from further down the docks, there's a whole shipping container full of them, way more than we thought. Was tempted to take a look but I couldn't be bothered."
"That wasn't so hard now was it?" You chuckled as you pried his hands from around you so you could get up and tell Connor this information, then scowled when he silently imitated what you just said tauntingly.
Leaning around Connor so you could see at the blueprints he was looking at on the desk, you chewed at your bottom lip when you realised that this mission was not going to be as easy as you initially thought.
"Jacob said that there are more of those crates than we expected, It's gonna be hard to get them all."
"Did he now?" Evie grumbled, scoffing when she looked over to see him on the sofa half asleep.
"Well before I was interrupted earlier, I overheard when the deal is going to be made. We shall have to split into two groups to start, Henry will stay here on surveillance. You can take him with you to the warehouse, Connor and I will start at the docks, then make our way down to you."
Shrugging your shoulders when that was fine by you; actually preferring being paired with Jacob as you would both go off and do your own thing, you nodded when you saw she was still staring at you, waiting for an answer.
"Then it's sorted. Eight o'clock tomorrow night is when we will make our move."
Christopher was sitting at the outside dining area aboard the Morrigan, tapping his fingers together absent-mindedly as he wondered how he could dig himself out of the mess he had gotten himself into. He knew Shay would be none too happy if he found out what he had done; especially with him still being annoyed at his earlier antics, so he had to figure out a way to fix things without dropping himself in it. The first step was getting Shay to admit that he still had feelings for you, and he already had a plan in mind to do exactly that. He leant over the table and pulled his laptop in front him, glancing around briefly before opening up his emails.
A sly grin crept up his face when he heard Shay coming down the steps from the helm, at the very moment he clicked on one of the photographs he had sent himself from your phone. As soon as Shay was only a few feet away from where he was he tilted the screen downwards; so that he couldn't see what was on the display, but not far enough so the computer shut itself off. Shay's eyes narrowed as Gist flashed him a supposedly innocent grin, but after years of being friends, he always knew when he was up to something.
"What ya got there?"
"Hmm? Oh, nothing important. I informed (name) yesterday of the correct location that Starrick is going be at, so everything seems to be going to plan. All that's left to do is wait, so I'm going to take the opportunity to go to the yards and finish gathering a few things from our storehouse."
Shay shrugged his shoulders and sat down on one of the loungers as Gist got up and headed down the deck to go and run his errands; watching him out of the corner of his eye until he was out of view. The second he was sure he had gone he jumped up and headed over to the table to where the laptop was still sat, stopping just as the portable phone on the wall rang as he reached it. He let out a huff and snatched the receiver up harshly, wincing when a nasally voice blared into his ear.
"I have Pearl Attaway on the line for Mister Gist, please hold."
"Stupid girl, I asked for those hours ag... Ah! Mister Gist, you daaarling man, how are you?"
"This isn't Gist. He's not here. I'm his... assistant? Ya can talk to me an I'll pass on a message." Shay grumbled, rolling his eyes when she tutted annoyingly.
He zoned out when she began waffling on about how nice it was that Gist had gotten 'help' because he was such a busy man, spouting out the odd 'Uh huh' and 'Yep' as he turned his attention back to the computer. He sat down slowly as he opened it back up; eyes wide and inhaling sharply when he saw you and himself on the screen, his hand trembling and fumbling as he reached for the arrow keys so he could look at more when he noticed the thumbnails of the other pictures at the bottom.
Christopher peered around the corner after a few moments hiding in the corridor, letting out a heavy sigh when he saw Shay sat at the table. One look at his face he knew he had to man up and confess, regardless of the earful he was going to get for it. Usually, he wouldn't care less about thing's like this or even consider sticking his nose in - the term 'bros before hoes' coming to mind, but he had never seen his best friend act like this about a woman before, the very reason he had decided not to pursue you for himself. Sure, Shay had indulged in one or two flings over the past decade that he had known him, but as soon as he'd seen him just before the last mission, he knew this was different. He had seemed, captivated, which was very out of character when he talked about you - he'd actually even go as far as to say he was besotted with the way he was behaving, and if anyone deserved something good to happen for once in their lives, it was his closest friend. Taking a deep breath and slowly walking back up the deck, Gist swallowed hard and cleared his throat when Shay hung up the phone, throwing it down on the table while still staring at the laptop.
"Shay, there's something I need to tell you..." He mumbled, cutting short when he didn't even look up at him, instead his face contorted into a rather worried frown. "What's the matter? Who was on the phone?"
"That was Pearl Attaway. Thorne spotted the assassins scoutin' last night, and she wants you to round-up some more muscle an send them over. To set a trap."
"What?! I will do no such thing! The odds are stacked against them as it is, without me sending in another crew."
Shay slumped forwards and drummed his fingers on the computer thoughtfully, after a few moments suddenly jumping up with a look of determination when he had an idea that just might work.
"Yes, ya will mate. We can't have them knowing that we're involved in this. I-I've gotta go."
Gist just stood there dumbfounded when Shay took one more yearning look at the screen before grabbing the phone back up and running off across the deck, heading down below towards the hold.
You spun around to face the door when you heard a soft knock on it, smiling wildly when you saw Henry poke his head around looking quite frazzled.
"Are you ready (name)?"
Quickly sliding a dagger into your leather thigh holster and a small firearm into your boot, you paused for a moment when you spotted your coat still hanging up out of the corner of your eye. Shrugging off your hoodie and throwing it on the bed, you plucked the hanger off the wardrobe and slid the garment on quickly, now feeling like you could take on an army by yourself.
"Just give me a second... Yep, now I'm ready." You chuckled as you finished fiddling with the buttons and fixing the cuff, so it fit better around your hidden blade. "Oh Henry don't look so worried, everything will be fine!"
You bounded down the steps two at a time with him faking a smile and following close behind, almost falling to the floor when he crashed into you as you abruptly stopped and stared out into the street. You had expected the Land Rover parked outside with Connor sat in the driver's seat and Evie next to him, but not the two motorbikes just in front of it with a beaming Jacob leaning up against one of them.
"Couldn't find anything more subtle?" You sneered when he passed you a helmet and pulled his own on, peeking at you when he slightly lifted his visor.
"What? You know you want to. Just in case we need a quick getaway."
Cocking your head to and fro; thinking it was actually a good idea given his track record on missions, you tugged on the helmet and slid on the bike in front of you, turning on the ignition and grinning when you gave it a couple of quick revs. You rolled your eyes when Jacob sped off down the street with a screech of his tyre's without waiting for the rest of you, quickly kicking into gear so you could catch him up before he could do anything too reckless that would jeopardise the night ahead.
After some clever dodging and weaving through the evening traffic you had finally managed to catch him up, parking down an alleyway and out of sight a few streets away from the warehouse.
"So... Are we doing this alone or....?" You mumbled, flicking your eyes about for any signs of others joining you.
Jacob flashed you his trademark grin when he knew what you were getting at, propping his helmet on the handlebars of his bike and tugging his phone out of his pocket eagerly.
"Pffft. My Rooks are ready and raring to go. Got my best on speed dial, they'll be here if we need them."
Catching his arm and dragging him along as you made your way to the building in front of you; using your hidden blade to pry open the main door, you pulled out your own phone to bring up the surveillance feeds that Connor had placed the evening before as you made your way up to the second floor, stopping at the communal stairs window. You frowned as you flicked through the shots, only spotting two guards on patrol which made slight apprehension ball in the pit of your stomach. It was too quiet around here considering there were so many thugs parading about before, but you pushed the unnerving feeling aside and hoped that it was just luck on your side for a change.
"Right. In, take out the bad guys, get the guns, steal the money, leave. As quick as humanly possible."
"What, no plan?" He jeered, pushing the window open as far as it would go so that he had a better view of the warehouse.
"What's the point in having a plan? You would never stick to it anyway."
You scoffed when he just stood there silently staring out the window; not exactly disagreeing with you, your attention being torn away when you saw two dark cars pull up outside and nearly a dozen blighter's clambering out, making you feel more at ease now the expected rabble had turned up with London's Grand Master following shortly afterwards.
"Starrick," Jacob growled, leaping up to perch himself on the window ledge and raising his arm in readiness to chase after him.
Reaching out quickly to grab him and pull him back inside, you wheezed when your ribs collided with the sill and knocked the breath out of you, your hand grasping at nothing but air when you were too late, and he had already shot out his rope launcher, swinging himself down to the ground at the same moment the shutter door banged shut behind the Templars.
"Of all the stupid, idiotic, brainless..." You grumbled to yourself as you stomped your way back down the stairs, throwing a few extra expletives in there for good measure.
You hadn't even made it to where Jacob had landed before you heard several gunshots and yelling come from inside, forcing you to hide behind the wall of the adjacent building when the side door burst open, and a flurry of red came tumbling out of it. Peering around the corner and seeing that the coast was clear, you quickly ran into the warehouse to find out what kind of mess Jacob had caused and, climbed to the top of a stack of nearby crates when you saw him engaged in a fight with Crawford and three rival gang members dressed in blue.
Even though you knew Jacob could hold his own against all of them, you had to wrap this up quickly before the police (or even worse, Evie and Connor) got here, so you ducked down and pulled the gun out of your boot, taking aim and cackling to yourself when you shot one of the gang members straight in the meat of his rear; making him fall to the ground squealing like a pig and roll about in agony. You jumped down when you saw that Starrick had spotted you, immediately turning on his heel and running to the back of the warehouse in an attempt to flee out of what you guessed to be another exit hidden behind some plastic covered fencing.
"You get these. I've got Starrick!" You yelled to Jacob as you flew past him in pursuit of the Templar, looking around furiously when you couldn't see him anywhere when you got outside.
You rubbed the back of your neck briefly when the tiny hair's stood to attention, blinking rapidly when you were sure you spied a glimmer of a shadow disappears over the rooftops, but as it happened so quickly, you assumed it was just the street lights playing tricks on you. You had little time to contemplate it when you heard a crash from your left, continuing your chase when you saw Crawford trip up over a rubbish bin further down the alley. Even though he had a head start on you, you managed to close enough of the distance to keep him in your sights with relative ease, leaping over the several dumpsters and other obstacles he pulled in your way in striving to slow you down.
Grinding to a halt when he stumbled up a few steps and barged through a security door into another storehouse at the end of the wharf, you took a moment to catch your breath as you knew you'd be able to capture him much easier now that he had gone inside. You pulled out your dagger and slowly made your way inside, squinting in attempts to get your eyes to adjust to the dimly lit corridor as you followed it around several bends until you came to the central storage part of the unit. Avoiding the random small crates that were scattered about and inching forwards to the open area in the middle of the room so you could see around the temporary shelving, you flinched and covered your eyes when the fluorescent lights overhead suddenly flickered on; obscuring your sight when purple and green spots danced behind your lids.
Thankfully it didn't take long for your vision to clear; able to see again by the time you heard a deep rumbling laugh coming from the gangway above you, gritting your teeth when you saw Starrick lean against the rail and clap his hands in a slow and taunting fashion.
"You have foiled my plans for the last time Assassin. Give my regards to the Frye's will you? If you're still alive after this."
Your eyes widened and you spun around when he grinned and whistled loudly, a blighter emerging from behind each of the racks menacingly, all carrying pipes or makeshift weapons out of whatever happened to be laying about the room.
Crawford, knowing that you could no longer pursue him strolled leisurely down the platform with an almost spring in his step, disappearing from view and leaving you to your almost certain demise at the hands of his minions. You took a deep breath and turned slowly on the spot; taking a mental count of your adversaries, grimacing when you saw there were fifteen in all. You flicked out your blade and raised your dagger when they started shuffling their way closer and circle around you, adorning a massive grin in letting them know you weren't going to go down without a fight.
"C'mon fellas, this doesn't seem exactly fair now, does it? If a few of you want to run off and get help, I'll wait." You jeered, refusing to show any kind of fear as the two in front of you started to advance faster.
Just before they were able to strike the lights suddenly went out, and the whole room was plunged in darkness for a moment before the emergency lamps kicked in and everything was covered in a dim yellow glow. In the mobs' confusion you managed to glance around quickly as to try to figure out what could have happened, looking up when the shadow that you had dismissed earlier reappeared in the corner of your eye. Now able to make out that it was a person that was looming down over you, you froze wide-eyed the same as everyone else when the figure jumped down and landed on the two blighters closest in front of you, the reflection off of the metal objects the person was holding disappearing straight into their backs.
Swords?! There was no one you could think of that still used weapons like that, but at this moment in time you didn't care. Even though you couldn't see who it was; the hood of their long black coat pulled up and a mask covering their mouth and nose, they were apparently not a foe as they lept up quickly and engaged the next gang member, punching him straight in the stomach followed by a knee to his jaw when he doubled over before moving onto the next.
Taking advantage of the gangs momentary distraction at this mystery assailant, you spun around and ran as fast as you could towards the one that was directly behind you, dropping to your knees and sliding past him with your dagger held out to slice just above his ankles; blood spurting out everywhere as you severed his Achilles' tendons. When you pulled yourself up a pair of strong arms grabbed you from behind and held you to the spot while another gang member with a metal pipe zeroed in on you, swinging back to hit you over the head with it. You managed to kick your feet up off the floor before he connected, lashing out with your leg and booting him straight in the chest, the force of the recoil sending the man behind you tumbling down towards the floor and taking you along with him. As you fell, you managed to lean your top half forward so that when you landed, you had more than enough leverage to fling your head back with as much strength as you could muster, a resounding crack ringing in your ear when the back of your head collided with his nose.
His grip loosened around you enough for you to be able to scramble up and regain your bearings, your head snapping to the side when a glimmer of something flew by you and missed you by mere inches. A short sword was now embedded deep into the chest of a blighter, who had come running up and was about to jump on you from behind. You gave a quick nod to your 'friend' when you saw them stare at you for a moment before tackling the man beside him to the ground, a strangled gargle tearing from his throat when something that you couldn't quite see was thrust deep into his neck. You glanced around quickly in amazement to see only three of the gang left that weren't dead or injured on the floor, and as two were already being taken care of you concentrated on the last who was staggering around randomly.
Charging up and stepping on one of the cases that were littered about, you managed to vault yourself up high enough so that you landed on his back with your legs tangled around his waist, locking your forearm around his neck and squeezing tightly. He clawed at your arm and stumbled about to try and get you off, but the chokehold that you had was just too strong, and he eventually started to sway about before collapsing to the floor out cold. You kicked him in the head just in case as you got up and brushed yourself off, squealing when a hand grabbed your wrist and twirled you around, so you were now caught in a warm embrace. A shot was fired at the last thug who must have been hiding but was now rushing at you, with the sword that had been thrown earlier.
You didn't even look at the man as he suddenly dropped to the floor with a perfect hole in between his eyes, your brain was too busy whirlwinding out of control when you instantly recognised the move that pulled you into this hold, quickly confirmed when a tingle ran down your spine.
He pulled down his hood down with a crease in his eye; from what you assumed was a smile as you still couldn't see his face, and drew up his hand to brush over your cheek with the back of his fingers. You had a million questions running through your mind, but you didn't get a chance to ask a single one of them as in a split second he had pulled his hood up and grabbed you so that your back was to him, forcing your arm up almost painfully between you and holding his remaining sword against your throat.
"What the...?!?" You yelped, shutting up promptly when you heard two faint male voices shouting your name from the other side of the warehouse.
Now understanding why he had done this, you twisted your hand and squeezed Shay's fingers briefly in letting him know that you would follow his ruse, pretending to look terrified just as Connor and Jacob ran through the door.
"(Name)! Let go of her you bastard, or I swear to god they'll be finding pieces of you all over London!" Jacob roared, unsheathing his Kukri at the same time Connor drew out his Tomahawk.
You felt Shay tense up for a moment before chuckling against you as he loosened your arm slightly; so he wasn't hurting you anymore, but he still kept his blade against your neck while he took a step back closer towards the exit, making you shuffle yourself along with him.
"Stay back Assassins, unless you want to see this pretty head rolling about on the floor."
You winced as the cold metal pressed harder on your skin when he tightened his grip around you to prove a point, making your associates lower their weapons slightly but lean forwards in hoping they'll get a chance to strike.
"(Name), are you alright?" Connor whispered, almost so inaudibly that you had to strain your ears to hear him.
"Do I look alright?! You guys have really sucky ti-miiing!"
Stumbling and feeling a faint trickle run down your collarbone as you were pulled back again, you dug your thumbnail into Shay's palm in retaliation for his jerking without warning, making him hiss lowly before stroking the side of your hand with his finger in the way of an apology.
You shook your head slightly when you saw Jacob's hand twitch, giving him a hardened stare when he completely ignored you and did it again, not as subtle as the first time.
In less than a blink of an eye Shay growled and lowered his arm from around your neck, and hurled his sword into the air when Jacob shot out his rope launcher to the ceiling above you. The edge of the blade found it's mark and sliced through the line perfectly just below the hook, making it drop to the floor with a high-pitched clang that echoed around the room. You had little time to be amazed at the throw as he quickly flicked out his hidden blade and, resumed his position at your neck. Even Connor had his jaw dropped slightly as he watched the rest of the rope curl on the floor, but Jacob was positively seething, making you wish Shay would hurry up and go before the situation escalated even further.
"Who did you kill to get that? Templar?!" Connor snarled when he finally noticed the new blade resting just under your chin.
"Ah, no-one important. I would like to add more to my collection, but I haven't got time for that right now."
Shay took one more step back, but this time it was smaller, so you ended up overstepping and were now pressed up even more firmly against him, his cheek resting just behind your ear.
"Hold ya breath lass." He mumbled, stealthily letting go of your arm so he could grab something at his waist.
Taking several deep breaths through your nose, you took one last gulp of air and closed your eyes at the same time as you were pushed forward, and Shay threw something at the floor just in front of you, a thick white cloud erupting the second that whatever it was, broke. A whimper caught in your throat when you suddenly felt a hand curl around the back of your head and a soft mouth press against yours, your lips feeling like electricity was running through them as you were about to return the kiss. He pulled away just as you went to reach out, your fingertips finding nothing in the dense smoke that was starting to dissipate around you. Stumbling about to try to navigate your way out of the smog when your lungs began to feel like they were burning; in desperate need of oxygen, you grasped hold of something warm and coughing when you got to the edge of the cloud.
Wheezing when you finally exhaled and gulped down clean air greedily, you rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand when they had started to water even though you had kept them closed. You let go of Connor and spun around when the main lights flicked back on, and you could finally see properly, trying not to look shocked as you took in all the bodies that were strewn about. Most were dead, but the two or three that were groaning or rolling about would definitely need the hospital before the police could interrogate them.
"You......did all this?"
You put your hands on your hips and smirked at Jacob now that he had also noticed the blighters on the floor after catching his breath, then walked over to pick up Shay's sword with your hand pressed against your neck; sighing when you only felt a small nick at the base of your throat.
"Told you I didn't need boxing lessons." You chuckled.
Thankfully the men were so distracted in looking at 'your handiwork' that they didn't notice that your brow was furrowed in confusion, and you were now tracing your finger over your lips. First he blew you off, then he ignored you, now he's kissing you?! If you weren't wholly bewildered before you most definitely were now, not even beginning to comprehend the mixed signals you were getting from him. Shaking yourself off before tugging out and tying a loop in your belt so you could makeshift a way to carry the sword, your ears suddenly pricked up at the distant sound of sirens coming from outside, getting closer and louder each second you lingered around in the warehouse.
"Come on boys, time to go. Did you get the guns and the money?"
"Course we did, Evie's already started taking it to the safe house, left one crate behind so the bobbies could tie the blighters to this and arrest what's left. You really taking that?"
You had every intention of taking the sword since you spotted it a few minutes ago so you could give it back to Shay at some point, but you couldn't exactly tell him that so you shrugged your shoulders as Jacob continued to stare at you while you fastened the belt around your waist and slid the blade into the loop, fiddling about with it so your coat concealed most of it and it didn't dig into your leg.
"Why not? It's a nice sword, and I doubt very much that its previous owner will be coming back for it anytime soon."
Linking your arm with Connors when he began slowly walking towards the corridor that would lead you outside, you kept glancing at him out of the corner of your eye when you realised he had been very quiet since you were held hostage.
"Hey, you okay? We've just saved the day, no need to be so glum!"
He flashed you a small smile, but you could tell it was forced so you decided to poke him in his ribs; knowing that he hated it, until he confessed as to what was bothering him.
"Please stop (name). I-I was just worried. Seeing you being held like that."
"Awww, I'm a big girl, I can take..."
"It's not just that!" He blurted, cutting you off mid-sentence. "That, man. He seemed familiar, I'm sure I've seen him somewhere before."
The pounding of your heart drowned out anything else that he might have said after that, a wash of dread tumbling through you at the thought of what would happen if he made the connection. You covered your momentary silence by fumbling in your pocket for your bike keys now that you had made it outside, and attempted to brush it off by making light of his thoughts.
"Oh come on, you know they all look and sound the same! I am a Templar rawrrr, may the father of understanding guide us blah blah blah."
You grinned when Connor chuckled at your mockery and shrugged his shoulders, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly when Jacob cleared his throat and began tapping on his wrist at an imaginary watch.
"I suppose you are right, it has been a long day and I am glad it's finally over. I'm just happy you are okay."
Giving him a wink and a thumbs up as you pulled your helmet on and jumped on your bike now that you had made it to the alleyway; fumbling with the key for a moment before eventually getting it in its slot and starting the engine, you exhaled long and slowly behind the tinted visor as the panic drained out of you, not sure if you could face another close call like that.
"Come on then, before the fuzz gets here. I need to make a detour on the way to the safe house, to get Alec to fix my rope launcher."
You revved your bike a couple of times to mask your slight giggles as you remembered that Shay had destroyed his favourite toy, looking up to the rooftops when something caught your eye and making a mental note to ask him where on earth he learnt to throw like that next time you saw him.
You were up in your room pacing to and fro, stopping every third or fourth lap to stare at your phone on the bed. It had been two days since the mission, and you had still yet to call the voicemail number to let Gist know where the money had been taken to so they could retrieve it for Haytham. But the thought of having your voice recorded still unnerved you greatly despite his assurances, especially after what Connor had said. Knowing that you couldn't do anything here whether you chose to or not, you grabbed up your phone and jacket, running down the stairs and barging by Jacobs legs which were propped up on the counter while Henry was boring him to tears about some dried flowers.
"Hey! Where you off to in such a rush? Can I come with you?!"
You glanced behind you just long enough to see that he was looking up at you with pleading eyes, making you chuckle when Henry snapped the book he was holding shut as you opened the door.
"Out. And nope. Don't wait up!"
Walking through the streets vaguely while you still pondered on what to do about your 'other' assignment, you mumbled an apology when you bumped into a couple and nearly sent them flying while you were busy staring at the pavement. Learning your lesson and looking up instead of at the floor, you finally took note of your surroundings, quite surprised that you had inadvertently made your way to Tower Bridge. It was packed with tourists, and you needed time alone to think, so looking about to make sure there was no kind of authoritative people about, you began climbing one of the towers; scaling it with trained deftness until you reached near the top. You threw yourself to the side and leapt onto the walkway that connected the two towers and sat down with your legs dangling after checking there wasn't anyone else here, staring out into the distance.
The corner of your mouth curved as from all the way up here you could see the tips of red sails at the marina, but you soon frowned when your stomach suddenly started fluttering. You still weren't happy with the man after what he did to you, but there was a part of you that always felt completely the opposite; especially since that kiss had stirred everything back up again, regardless of how much you tried to ignore it.
Since when did everything become so complicated??
Irrespective of how you felt about him, it had nothing to do with whether you should let the Templars have the money or not, the only thing that could decide that is trying to determine what the Assassins would do with it. Your friends you trusted completely, but the masters and mentors? You knew they would do anything to get the upper hand.
You sighed and rubbed your face when a strong gust of wind hit you, making you shiver as you were way underdressed for being two hundred feet in the air. Swinging your bag around and pulling out your phone, you brought up the voicemail number and hit call before you changed your mind. You sat tapping your leg as only silence hit your ear, it seeming like forever had passed until you eventually heard a beep.
"It's at the corners of Cable Street and Mill yard, opposite the museum. And... I'd like a lift."
Hanging up as soon as you blurted that out, you gawked at the screen wondering what the hell possessed you to ask to go with them. Deciding that maybe it wasn't such a bad decision, after all, being on the yacht was way more preferable that being on a cramped plane, and it would also give you the chance to let Shay have his sword back. Shoving your phone back into your bag, you stood up and peered down below, looking for a suitable landing place to jump down from where you were. Spotting a small trailer filled with stuffed toys to be sold to the tourists for an obscenely high price, you stood up and spread your arms out, leaning forwards and letting yourself fall.
You always loved doing a leap of faith. For those few seconds spiralling through the air, it felt like every one of your worries were dragged away; leaving you with an absolute peace which is why you were giggling to yourself when you landed, not even caring that the vendor was screaming at you for squashing his merchandise as you jumped out. Given that you had nothing else to do today you thought you might as well wander about for a bit, maybe even some shopping now that you had a few pounds to your name thanks to Jacob.
After spending a couple of hours taking in the sights as you hadn't been here for quite a while and, laughing at the tourist's who were taking an outrageous amount of selfies, you eventually found yourself at Trinity Square Gardens. Apparently, your nose had led the way as your stomach started growling when you got closer to the burger vendor, which wasn't surprising considering dusk was beginning to loom. Buying yourself something to eat and drink and perching yourself under a tree away from the fair few people who were still about that were soaking in the last few rays of sunshine, you began devouring your food in record speed when you suddenly became ravenous after your first bite.
Feeling a lot better now that you had finished, you grabbed your napkin to wipe your hands with, cocking your head quizzically when you spied a dot of black ink on the corner of it. Usually, they were just plain white, so your intrigue got the better of you and you gingerly began to unfold it, looking around quickly to make sure that no-one was watching you when you saw that something was written on the inside. Satisfied that you were alone, you lay it out on your lap and smirked to yourself as you read the neatly printed handwriting.
We have what we wanted, sail at 3 pm tomorrow. See you then :)
Well no backing out now. You thought as you set to tearing the tissue up into the tiniest pieces you could manage before dropping them into the remnants of your drink. Glancing up to see that the food stall had now gone, you began to wonder just how many connections Gist actually had around here. Now all that was left to do was try to come up with a good excuse for Connor as to why you wouldn't be travelling with him again...
You were more than surprised when you asked Connor for some time off to relax now that the mission was complete, as you had expected him to either be annoyed or give you a lecture about how much more work there was still to be done. You had even planned out a good excuse, but you didn't need to use it as the second you'd opened your mouth and mentioned the word vacation, he was pretty much ushering you out the door before you changed your mind.
"It has not been nearly six year's since I've had time off!" You yelled, so Desmond could hear you on the other end of the phone as Connor had insisted on calling him to redistribute your work for the next two weeks.
"Desmond says you are correct, it is closer to seven."
Rolling your eyes when you could tell they were mocking you and calling you a workaholic during their conversation, you stomped up the stairs in a pretended huff, actually feeling quite thrilled at the prospect of getting some R&R. You had always ignored the mens comments of 'you work too much' and 'even Superwoman took a break once in a while', but when Evie had mentioned that you looked burnt out the other day, that's when you had considered stepping back for a bit. You guessed it would take about a week again to get back to Boston, but without any impending mission or dire circumstance worrying you this time you were damned sure that you were going to take advantage and enjoy being on the Morrigan with its many luxuries. As for the second week? You'd worry about that when you got back home.
"So, what are you going to do with your time off?"
Glancing up from packing your bag, to see Henry leaning against the door frame with a soft smile before walking over and handing you a pile of clothes that had been laundered for you, you shrugged your shoulders and pretended to think about it while you stuffed the garments in your bag.
"Not decided much really. Was thinking maybe taking a boat ride? I'll wing the rest."
You silently praised yourself for your quick thinking, so on the off chance someone did happen to spot you at the docks, they wouldn't be trying to figure out as to why you were there. Still, you would try to avoid being in that situation as much as possible. You stopped what you were doing for a second as Henry just stood there thoughtfully for a moment, before his face lit up when he had an idea.
"Did you know that Edward has just arrived? If it is sailing you want to do why not go with him? He could also take you back home."
Grateful that you had gotten this information now and not later, you carried on with your bag and acted as indifferent as possible while you hoped that he hadn't moored anywhere near The Morrigan.
"Eddie? No ta, I'd like to spend my time off ungroped thank you! What's he doing here?"
"Hmm? Oh, just tying up a few loose ends and most likely to drink London dry with Jacob. Nothing for you to be concerned about I assure you." He chuckled.
Scoffing in agreement and squashing everything down in your holdall, you carefully wedged Shays sword on the top of it all and zipped it up, then checked your watch and saw that you needed to get going.
"Guess I'll be off then. Say bye to the others for me, and if you need me to dig you out of it again, you know where I am."
You grinned and winked at him as he rolled his eyes and shooed you away out the door, then groaned as you heaved your bag over your shoulder and started the short walk to the marina.
Pulling your hood further down to cover your face a bit more as you got closer to the dock; thankful that it had started drizzling so you wouldn't look out of place, you gasped and cursed under your breath when you spotted the Jackdaw on the opposite side of the pier, entirely in view of the Morrigan. You willed your feet into moving faster when you could see no-one obvious about, that was until you heard a couple of familiar laughs coming from almost directly ahead of you. Ducking behind a small stack of crates at the edge of the walkway just in time as Edward, Jacob and Connor rounded the corner; you pressed yourself up against the wood as much as humanly possible when their voices started getting closer.
Inching yourself slightly to the side by balancing on your tiptoes and shuffling across, you managed to peek just around the edge of the crates to see where they had stopped when you couldn't hear footsteps anymore. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure it was going to give you away when you saw they were about fifteen feet away from you; exactly in front of the ramp to board the Morrigan to be precise, Edward gazing at it thoughtfully. You looked up when you saw movement above, tugging your hood down when you spotted Christopher walking down the deck. His eyes widened when he saw you crouched down and huddled in a tiny ball, his gaze flickering away from you quickly when the three men stood further down caught his attention.
"Ahoy there friends! Is there something I can help you with?" He yelled, almost sprinting down the deck to attempt to provide a distraction for you.
Leaning to the side again so you could keep an eye and an ear out for an opportune moment to hide somewhere better until they were gone, it finally sunk in that there actually wasn't anywhere for you to go, not without being spotted anyway. Hoping that Gist had come up with some cunning plan, you held on to your bag as tight as you could and carried on listening to the conversation, mentally beating yourself up for making such a grave error in judgement.
"Just admiring your ship mate, don't see many with red sails."
"Ah yes, her previous owner was rather enthusiastic about them, they've grown on me now. I don't care for this weather we're having much, it seems like we're going to Get Wet!"
You looked around when Gist had said that last bit marginally louder, assuming that he was trying to communicate with you while still trying to be as discreet as possible. You swallowed hard when your eyes eventually roamed and stopped just to the left of you, a gap between the edge of the pier and the ship just big enough for you to slide down and into the water filling your vision. He can't be serious??! Resigning to the fact that you had no choice but to do what you thought he was suggesting, you pulled back and pressed yourself back up against the crate again, waiting for another instruction as what to do next.
"Mind if we come aboard and have a look? I'm actually in the market for something like this, and she is a beauty!"
Frowning as you knew Eddie well enough to tell he wasn't serious about what he had just said, you started to become even more panicked; if such a thing were even possible, as it sounded like he was probing at another reason to get on board the ship.
"Dreadfully sorry, maybe another time. I'm already late disembarking, in fact, I must Go Now!"
Taking that as your queue, you held your bag firmly to your chest and took a deep breath as you leant forwards, rolling yourself off the side and straight into the icy cold water quickly. You knew it was pointless opening your eyes to try and see underwater as you'd already observed it extremely murky, so you reached out with one hand until you felt the hull under your fingertips and kicked your legs gently, using it as a guide to make your way to the back of the ship. Slowly letting out a bit of breath at a time to prolong your ability to keep submerged, you tried to distract yourself from where you were by wondering which was worse. Drowning, or getting caught. Grasping the ladder at the stern to keep yourself immersed for as long as you could when you decided on the latter, you pressed your nose against your arm to stop yourself breathing in the water when you felt like your chest was being crushed tighter with every passing second that you were underwater.
At the moment you began to go dizzy; just before you felt like you were going to pass out and one last bubble of air escaped your lips, a hand gripped your arm firmly and dragged you up with incredible strength, pulling you onto the deck where you began choking and heaving in a desperate attempt to fill your lungs with breath again. Looking up in your oxygen deprived haze to see who had dragged you out of the water, a slight of a smile tugged at your lips when you saw a very distraught Shay kneeling down next to you, before you collapsed to the floor and slipped into unconsciousness.
Sitting up with a start and gasping loudly, you clutched your chest with one hand and, looked down when you felt your fingers curl into something soft. You took several deep breaths to calm yourself when you realised you were in the bed you had stayed in before on the Morrigan, but were slightly confused as you were now dressed in nothing but your hidden blade, and an oversized white shirt. It didn't take long for you to remember that you had held yourself underwater to almost the point of no return; so that your colleagues wouldn't see you, so you grabbed the top blanket off your bed and wrapped it around you tightly as you jumped up and almost sprinted out of your room towards the upper deck.
You slowed down when you got outside; pulling the cover more firmly around you as the cold air hit you, your eyebrows raising when you saw that it was nearly night and you couldn't see even a scrap of land in the distance. It was Gist who you spotted first in the outside dining area listening to some music on the radio, swallowing hard when he lept up from the table and rushed over to you, his face wrought in guilt as he embraced you gently.
"How are you feeling dear? I'm so sorry, had I known they were there I would have warned you, but I was busy with preparations, and I wasn't paying attention, I should have known..."
"Christopher. Breathe." You chuckled, cutting him off in his babbling apology. "I'm fine, it takes a bit more than sea water to beat me, and it wasn't your fault. I knew they were there, didn't think that they would still be at the marina. I should have been more careful. They didn't see me, did they?!"
You let out a sigh of relief when he let you go and shook his head softly, resting his hand on your back to guide you to the table so you could sit down.
"No, thankfully. I expected them to leave faster than that, but the Captain for some reason was trying everything he could to come aboard. Do you know of any reason why?"
Dropping down onto the chair and pulling your knees up to your chest, you sat there in silence as you recalled Eddie asking to come on, but you could think of zero reasons as to why he would want to. No-one had said anything to you about it before you left, only that Henry had said he was here for 'loose ends', whatever they were.
"No idea. Too late to do anything about it now I suppose. Is that my phone?!"
It only just came to your attention what Gist was doing at the table before you came up, after spying your mobile and a bag of uncooked rice just to the left of him.
"Yes. Unfortunately, I think it's completely fried, but no harm in trying!"
You sighed when he picked it up and showed you the sodden screen, but took a moment to glance about properly while he was busy putting it in the bag and tying it off. Looking around everywhere; at the top deck and further down the ship, it didn't take long for you to spot your holdall leaned up against the side rail, grimacing when you saw that it was still dripping and sat in a large puddle of sea water. Well at least you still had clothes.. Looking down at yourself and then back up to Gist quickly, you pursed your lips and began fidgeting when it sunk in as to what you were wearing at the moment.
"Well, I appreciate you trying. One more thing... Who, undressed me?"
"That would be me. Don't worry, I kept my eyes closed. Mostly."
Scoffing when you could see him straining to hold back a grin, you lowered your head and began twiddling your thumbs absentmindedly when Shay suddenly occupied your thoughts and, you wondered where he was as you didn't see him through the window of the helm.
"You seem disappointed dear."
"That it was me that took your wet clothes off and not somebody else?"
You could feel your cheeks getting warmer as the grin he was stifling spread across his face and he winked slowly at you, making you divert your gaze to anywhere but meet his.
"I-I, you know.. I'm not...Erm. No?" You babbled, still refusing to look at him when you knew your face was rivalling the sun right now.
Freezing wide-eyed when the skin crept at the back of your neck, you slowly turned your head so you could see behind you, snapping it back quickly when you saw Shay stood about three foot away with his eyebrows raised and staring at you. You gave Gist an evil glare when he started chuckling; obviously making that comment because he knew Shay was stood behind you, and got up from your seat and walked over to where your bag was. Thankfully you didn't have to dig very far into it to tug out the sword that was nestled amongst your things; that now reeked of old fish, shuffling back and holding it out with one hand while you tried to hold up the blanket with your other.
"Um, hi. Thank you for saving me, again. I managed to get your sword back for you."
"Mmm, seems like it's becoming a habit of mine. Thanks for this."
You sat back down whilst Shay began unwrapping his blade, using your fingers to massage your ears when you started to hear a faint whistling, even over the sound of the music.
"Still a bit waterlogged?" Christopher chuckled, still clearly amused at yours and Shays interaction.
"I'm not sure. You, can't hear that?!"
Looking around furiously when the noise was getting louder, you threw yourself off the chair and ducked down the same time as the men did when an explosion bellowed out in the water, only a few yards from the stern of the ship.
You didn't even have a chance to see what was going on before Shay grabbed your hand and dragged you up; pulling you into running down the deck and towards the helm, only stopping for a second when you tripped up over the blanket that you had now dropped in the rush.
"Gist! The radar! Find who the hell's firing on us!" Shay barked as soon as he got to the wheel, turning it abruptly and making you grab hold of the console to stay upright.
Glancing over to where Christopher was staring at the screen with a bewildered look on his face when nothing appeared on it, you snatched up a pair of binoculars that you had spotted before and looked through them quickly as another eruption echoed out; closer this time, terror filling you and your hands shaking when what you were looking for came into your view.
"It's the Jackdaw. You won't see them on the radar, he always emits a jamming signal."
"The Jack... What the hell is going on?!"
You looked through the binoculars again in hopes to give Shay some kind of direction as he was flying blind at the moment, but you threw them down in anger when you could see nothing in the pitch black of the open sea now that they had turned their spotlight off. You fell to the floor hard when another projectile detonated from what you guessed was only a few feet away, as the ship was rocking furiously with the rippling waves that it had formed. Crawling over to where Gist had dropped down and was now pulling out a case from under the counter, you helped him unlock it, surprise mixing in with your fear as he took out a pair of night vision goggles and put them on quickly, flicking off the lights as he looked out the window.
"Its definitely those three from London, and they're using a mortar. We don't have anything aboard that can rival that!"
Thinking quickly as you watched Shays' face twist up in fury, you snapped your fingers when you came up with something that had a slim chance of getting you out of this.
"Do you have a rifle? With a scope??"
Shay looked at you quizzically for a moment at your request, then let go of the wheel and caught you as you fell again with the severe swaying that the narrowly missing discharges were causing.
"Aye, we do in the hold, but I don't see how that's gonna help." He breathed, his eyes darting about at you still being in his arms.
You forgot yourself for a moment as Shay just held you there gently, until Gist grabbed the unmanned wheel and, turned it harshly so that you didn't end up veering into the Jackdaws path.
"No time to explain. Christopher, get closer to them."
"What?! Have you gone mad??"
"Just do it!" You screamed, after stumbling out of Shays embrace and running as fast as you could down the steps towards the lower deck.
You were pinballing against the walls as you tried to keep your balance through the narrow corridor of the bottom deck, covering your ears at the deafening sound of the engine as you passed it to what you assumed was the armoury. Bursting through the door and gawking for a second at the number of weapons that the US Army themselves would have been jealous of, you began quickly pulling out and opening the vast array of cases until you came across what you were looking for.
It took you less than a minute to assemble it; even with the ship bouncing all over the place, finishing it by sliding on the scope and then grabbing a box of .30 calibre cartridges off of the shelving above, silently praying that you wouldn't need that many.
You had managed to take two whole steps out of the door when an ear-splitting boom came from behind the engine, the force of the eruption throwing you against the wall with a resounding thud and nearly knocking you out cold. Grasping your head when it started swimming, you managed to look up through the ringing in your ears and the bright lights dancing before your eyes to see that the engine had stopped running and, thick black smoke was pouring from it.
Dragging yourself up, knowing time was not on your side as the Jackdaw was probably reloading this very second, your stomach clenched in terror when you realised that you had dropped the box of bullets. Scouring around furiously, you lunged at the ground when you found it tipped up on the floor; the shells rolling away and into the drain. You scrambled about trying to collect up as many as you could, but by the time the last one dropped with a splash you had only managed to pick up three.
Having no time to mull on it, you ran as fast as you could back to the middle deck and crouched down when you got outside, using the rail for cover so that you wouldn't be spotted if they were looking over the same way you had been doing to them. Making it to one of the gaps in the side, you used your feet to drag over your discarded blanket from earlier as you lay down, pulling it over your head before loading the first bullet into the chamber. As you had instructed, Gist had steered the Morrigan closer to the Jackdaw; most likely how they managed to get a direct hit on you, but that made your chances of damaging the ship that much higher now.
Closing your eyes for a moment and breathing through your nose to steady yourself, you took aim at the Jackdaws helm, swallowing hard when you saw Eddie at the wheel shouting something to one of his crew. You didn't want to do this, every scrap of your being told you not to go through with it, but it was your life on the line too, and you didn't want it to end just yet.
Adjusting the scope a few degrees before you talked yourself out of it, you squeezed the trigger firmly, your eyes widening when the bullet found its mark but didn't penetrate the window. Fucking bulletproof glass?! Cursing loudly as you reloaded and took aim again, you knew that you had less than a one in a million chance of hitting the same spot; now that it was weakened another might pass through, but you had to try.
Just as you pulled the trigger again, the Morrigan tilted heavily to the right to avoid the next projectile; that would have no doubt hit about a foot away from where you were if Shay hadn't have moved, but now you had missed your mark and had only one bullet left to do it with. Holding the last shot in your hand tightly and looking up at the helm to see Shay stood at the window; looking down at you with his palm on the glass, you grit your teeth in determination and rearmed the rifle, trying to find a clear shot through all of the people now running about trying to hide from the gunfire.
You can do this... You can do this.. You chanted over and over, timing your sight with the rocking of the boat. You don't know what possessed you to do it, but as you pulled the trigger for the last time, you closed your eyes, not opening them until a few seconds later. Forcing yourself to see the outcome of your efforts, you grinned so wide that your face instantly began to hurt with it when you saw that you had hit the exact same spot as before, but this time it went straight through and penetrated the main console, the only form of light now coming from the sparks that were flying into the air.
With the Jackdaws sails all being controlled by electrical pulleys, it was now dead in the water, so you got up and held the blanket over your head; doubtful that anyone could see you but you didn't want to take that chance, and headed back up to the helm.
As soon as you had got to the top of the stairs, you were nearly knocked to the floor when Christopher bounded over and threw his arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around.
"You wonderful girl! Wherever did you learn to shoot like that?"
Laughing when he finally put you down and held you at arm's length, chuckling with you jovially, you shrugged your shoulders and pulled the blanket down from around your head so you could see properly.
"Always had a knack for it, but that last shot was pure luck, I assure you!"
Leaning to the side after he punched you in the arm gently, your smile dropped from your face and you shuffled forward when Shay didn't seem as pleased with the outcome as you and Gist.
"Umm, I hope this makes us kind of even? I didn't know what else I could do to help."
Shay finally looked up at you with a hint of a soft smile, but it didn't last long when most of the instruments in front of him started flashing red and uneven beeping spread throughout the room, until he pressed several buttons roughly.
"Aye, you did a grand job love. But no time for celebratin' yet. My ships blown to bits, an we still have no idea why they came after us in the first place, or how they even found us. Gist, you sort out up here, I need to go down an see the damage."
You took a quick sidestep when he lept up out of his chair and almost threw himself down the stairs in haste to see how much devastation had been caused, leaving you and Christopher staring at each other miserably.
May I present the inspiration for the Jackdaw XD
It had taken a whole day to clean up the mess and assess the damage from the conflict, not made any easier when dark clouds loomed overhead and threatened to empty themselves on top of you at any moment. Hoping that you could finish what you were doing before the skies opened, you rolled up your abundantly long shirt sleeves, so they didn't get in the way, and grabbed the nearest screwdriver. You had managed to salvage some of your underwear from your bag and one or two other bits, but the rest was ruined, so you had to make do with borrowing more of Christopher's shirts. They were surprisingly comfortable and long enough to be considered a dress, but they didn't leave much to the imagination when they caught the wind, much to the men's amusement.
Glancing up from where you were sat trying to fix one of the broken loungers, you burst out laughing when you saw Gist dancing around to the radio, with a mop in his arms.
"Oi twinkle toes! Come give me a hand with this, would you? If you can tear yourself away from your date that is!"
Christopher pranced over to you after bowing to the mop and dropping it to the floor, grinning while he held the legs of the lounger in place while you tightened the screws.
"Last one... Done! Think that's everything up here fixed, I wonder how Shay's doing?"
As if he had heard you call his name, Shay stomped across the deck with a somewhat surly look on his face, carrying a scorched cylindrical mechanical part with wires dangling out of it. You winced when he dropped it down on the coffee table with a clang, sitting down opposite you and rubbing his face vigorously.
"Well that's shot to shit, sails only till we get back to Boston."
"How long will that take? Can't we stop somewhere and get a new one?" You murmured as you watched Gist lean over and drag a cooler over, flipping the lid off and pulling out three bottles of beer.
Taking one as he handed it to you, you twisted the top and began fiddling with it as you took a long swig, glancing at Shay out of the corner of your eye when he looked thoughtful, then grimaced.
"About two weeks I reckon. Two bloody weeks... It's a specialist part, not like we can get one at the nearest shop."
You scoffed and laid back on your lounger when he seemed very disgruntled at the thought of being here for that long, stretching out before tapping your foot in time with the pop song that just came on.
"Well makes no odds to me, just taken a fortnights leave. And it's not like I've got anyone back in Boston to rush back to."
Shays brow furrowed in confusion as you looked at him pointedly when you said that, his eyes narrowing when he glanced over at Gist; who now looked petrified, then back over to you.
"What do ya mean by that?"
You pretended that you didn't hear him and took another sip of your drink, rolling your eyes when he looked utterly baffled then leaning over to poke Christopher when he resembled something close to a ghost.
"You know exactly what I mean. Hey, you okay? You've got that look again."
"Y-yes I'm fine. I think I forgot to check on something."
Shay lay his hand on Gist's shoulder and pushed him back down when he went to get up, knowing that he was hiding something; but he didn't know what, so he decided he would keep him there until he could deal with it in a minute.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Care to enlighten me?"
Rolling your tongue in your cheek as you started peeling the label off the bottle, you began to become angry at his 'playing dumb' facade, but you were more concerned about moving out of the way when Gist looked like he was about to throw up, so you drew up your legs and tucked them underneath you instead of answering.
"Look, lass. If I'm being accused of something?"
"Oh nothing, Just figured you'd have someone waiting for you in your hotel room, again." You scorned, looking up at the sky when a clap of thunder rumbled overhead.
You looked back down when Shay started mumbling under his breath to himself, his eyes widening when the penny finally dropped. Cocking your head when he slowly turned to Gist; who was now hanging his head in shame, you became puzzled because if looks could kill, Christopher would most certainly be worm food.
"You went back to the hotel after the ball, didn't ya," Shay whispered through gritted teeth, still glaring at his best friend.
"Of course I did, why wouldn't I?"
"You didn't get my messages?"
Now wholly flummoxed you sat up straight as you kept glancing to and fro between the two men, hoping one of them would explain something soon before your brain exploded in trying to figure it out yourself.
"No, my phone died while we were being held at the manor after you left, I deleted them the next day. What's going on??"
Shay leant forwards and balanced his elbows on his knees, rolling his bottle in his hands while staring at the floor. Gist took that opportunity to get up again in an attempt to sneak away, making a wide berth around the pair of you while muttering something about 'he did try to tell you'. As soon as he had gone Shay carefully placed his beer on the table, exhaling a deep breath and cursing in the rough direction Gist had run off to.
"I didn't make it back. Just after I left that damned ex of yours started followin' me. Frye is it? Tried to lose him but the bastard's fast with that rope launcher. Didn't wanna lead him back to the hotel, so I eventually got away from him and ended up stayin' at headquarters for the night. I did call to let ya know."
"Wait... If that wasn't you then who?..." You blurted, dropping your drink all over the floor when everything finally clicked.
"Son of a... That was Christopher?!"
You swallowed hard when Shay finally looked up at you and nodded, guilt and remorse flooding through you for thinking the worst of him. No wonder Jacob had looked so smug when you told him you had come to London alone, he was inadvertently the reason that you had. Your brow creased when something at the back of your mind crept up, making your stomach clench as you shuffled forward to sit on the edge of your seat.
"When you got to headquarters, was Haytham there?"
"Yeah lass. He seemed mightily amused that I was pacing about worried when I couldn't get hold of ya. Why?"
Your guilt quickly changed to fury as the true nights' events were pieced together in your mind, firstly at Jacob for being such a pig-headed jerk when he couldn't get what he wanted, then at Haytham for being sly and not telling you what had happened; no doubt to also keep Shay away from you, and then at yourself. Your initial instincts about Shay were right, and you let your emotions take over your head. The concierge at the hotel tried to tell you that he wasn't there, and you assumed that was what Gist wanted to say after he told you about the warehouse. If only you had not been so stubborn and deleted those messages, it would have saved you a lot of confusion and heartache. Not to mention the fact that two people who you deemed 'friends', had managed to manipulate you.
Sitting there in silence as you mulled over everything again and again; thinking you had entirely blown your chances now, you looked up when Shay cleared his throat, to see a rather enticing smile adorning his features.
"Tell me love. Can you dance?"
Only then did you register that the radio was still on, biting your lip coyly when your stomach began to twist in knots as you got up, the intro to Enrique Iglesias' Bailamos playing across the ship.
It was a quiet gasp that passed your lips as he took your hand and led you to a more open part of the deck, twirling you around and pulling you close to him, grazing his fingers down your spine before settling on the small of your back.
If anything, the dance had a more potent effect on you this time with it being slower and more sensual, and when he whispered the words to the song anytime his mouth was close to your ear, every single one of your nerves began to thrill. All of your senses were alive as he continued to hold you and sway with the music, your body heating up when you were pressed against him, each time he brushed your bare skin with his fingers or lips it sent tingles running through you that were dragged down by an unknown force to directly between your legs.
Shays breath stuck in his throat as you draped your arms around his neck and held on to him tightly when he lifted you up to spin you around, for what felt like an eternity he'd been dreaming of you holding him like this, and now it was finally happening. He was intoxicated at the way you were looking at him, making him feel like his heart, (and his cock) was about to explode at any moment, and he relished in every moment, wishing it would never end.
You were trembling from head to toe when he leant you back and ran his hand down your chest, his fingers plucking at the buttons of your shirt that sent delicious vibrations of anticipation scorching through you, and you were sure at this point you could feel your arousal seeping through your underwear and down your thighs. He hadn't even touched you intimately, yet judging by the pleasurable stirring inside of you, you were already on the verge of having an orgasm.
Both in a heated daze, neither of you noticed that Gist was leaning over the top rail and watching you, a wide grin spreading over his face in jubilation before returning to the helm and leaving the two of you alone before you caught him spying.
When the music had finished you didn't make any attempt to move out of Shays' arms, fearing breaking the moment, so you just stood breathing heavily through your nose, your gaze flickering over his face as you tried to make out his expression. He let you go and grabbed your hand when in that second the heavens opened, pulling you across the deck and down the stairs before you got drenched entirely. Your stomach was fluttering uncontrollably when he didn't continue down the corridor, instead leading you through the first door you came to, which you knew to be his bedroom.
You had no idea who moved first, but as soon as the door was shut your mouths crashed together in the most passionate kiss you had ever experienced, deep and hungry that left you nothing short of breathless. Hands were grasping everywhere in efforts to remove each other's clothes, and you gave up after only managing to get the top two buttons of his shirt undone, instead grabbing the bottom of it and yanking it up over his head.
Shay was not as graceful in taking yours off, the moment his arms were free of his and you tossed it to the floor, he slipped his fingers between a gap in the buttons and tugged hard, the fabric ripping and little bits of plastic flying everywhere as he pushed the tattered remains over your shoulders.
"He should be damn grateful that it's only his shirt I ruined." He murmured as your eyebrows raised at the scraps of Christopher's clothing dropping to the floor.
Your hands fell on his shoulders as he pulled you towards him again, one hand curling around your neck as he devoured your lips, the other trailing over your almost naked body, making you shudder as goosebumps erupted under his touch. You ran your fingertips over his broad chest, tracing the several light scars you came across before moving onto the defined curves of his abdomen, your eyes creasing in a smile as he twitched against you.
His hand dropped from your neck and gripped you firmly around your waist when your knees buckled from underneath you, his fingers that were caressing your body finding their way to your clothed mound and dragging over your crease, the slight pressure that you had been aching for being the key to your undoing.
Breaking away from his kiss and throwing your head back when your unexpected climax crashed down on you; the loud moan tearing from your throat borderline whorish, your nails dug into his chest as every liberating wave consumed you, and left you a quivering mess in his arms. Flopping your head forward as you tried to catch your breath, you bit your bottom lip shyly when you saw he was gazing at you with utter astonishment.
"Are ya... usually that quick love?" He whispered, removing his hand from between you and joining it with his other around your back.
Your face that was already hot was now scorching as you shook your head softly, expecting him to be smug at what he had just done to you, but instead, he looked nothing short of enchanted. That didn't last long however, because as soon as he was over his initial shock, a sensual smile crept up his face, picking you up and walking over to his bed. You giggled when he dropped you down and crawled over on top of you, trailing nibbling kisses up your stomach and between your breasts as he went. When he was fully over you; propping himself up on his elbow, he captured your mouth again, slower this time, but with no less hunger than before. The sensation of his hot skin and light chest hair rubbing against you made your whole body tense up with need, all of your fantasies paling in comparison to what he was doing to you.
Reaching behind him, you pulled out the tie that was holding his hair back, running your fingers through it as it as he peppered kisses along your cheek and jaw before returning to your mouth again. You thought that since you had just climaxed, it would have sated your desire slightly, but as you had not long figured out you were completely wrong when it came to this man, every caress, every kiss, sent you into an ever-growing frenzy that refused to die down.
A pulse ran through all of your pleasure points when you felt his throbbing erection press up against your thigh, but also dragging your attention to that he was still far more dressed than you were, and that was something that you had to rectify. Now.
It was a struggle as he bit down tenderly on your neck, which made you whimper in his ear, but you managed to slide your hand between you and locate the buckle to his belt, scrambling to get it undone while you could still marginally focus. With it now out of the way; pulling it through the loops and throwing it down somewhere beside you, you felt him smile against your throat when you went to bring your other arm down to make the process of undoing his jeans faster, but he caught it and curled his fingers in yours, stopping you in your tracks.
Now knowing he was trying to drag this out for as long as possible, you were starting to become impatient as the blistering heat inside you was beginning to make you ache. Gathering as much concentration as you could muster, you carried on, your fingers barely working as you snapped open the button and moved onto the zip. As soon as you slid it down, you mewled against his cheek when he shuffled down out of your reach, his lips following his hand that was massaging your breast, sending a line of energy from wherever he stroked flashing downwards and intensifying the still throbbing of your engorged clit.
You were writhing on the bed by the time he had reached your navel, a panting mess when he knelt between your legs, and how you didn't come again just by the way he looked when you gazed downwards was beyond you.
His hair was totally dishevelled from where you had been grasping it, the sheen of sweat and the plumpness of his lips from him kissing you so passionately was creating havoc on your senses, and you wondered just how much of this torturous teasing you could take.
You vaguely heard him mumble fuck under his breath as he delicately hooked his fingers under the waistband of your knickers, the fabric snagging on the sticky wetness as he gently slid them down your legs and threw them on top of the pile of your discarded clothes.
"God you're beautiful love."
Turning your head to the side with a demure smile when he ran his hand over your stomach and skimmed your hip bones, you bucked up with a gasp when you felt his head dip between your legs; his teeth gently grazing your thigh, punctuated with fleeting kisses.
Shay was quickly losing self-control as he drank in the ravishing sight of you splayed out before him, the sensual flush of your chest and face, the way your lips were parted delicately and the intense look in your eyes made him desire you even more if such a thing were possible. But there was one thing he wanted before taking you with abandon. You had made a sound when he grabbed you to save you from that last blighter in the warehouse, and it had sent a powerful surge of emotion running through him, which is why he couldn't stop himself from kissing you just before he made his escape. And he was going to do everything he could to hear it again.
You almost choked when he slid your legs over his shoulders and inhaled deeply with a delicious growl, suddenly plunging his tongue deep inside you, making your hands curl tightly into the bedding when he wiggled it about before drawing up and circling your aching nub. It took no little effort to keep you still when he began to devour you as a man starved, a high pitched squeal tearing from your throat when he pressed the tip of his tongue firmly just below your clit and flicked up, your pleasure jumping tenfold at the sensation, his fingers gripping into your thighs more firmly in delight.
Your hands instinctively grabbed his hair and your heel was now digging painfully into his back when he did it again, holding your breath when he latched onto you and gently sucked, rolling your bundle of nerves delicately between his lips and keeping you caught on the excruciating verge of ecstasy. Cascading moans tumbled over your lips when a bolt of pure energy surged through you with one more flit of his tongue, your back arching and going into vigour as you desperately tried to gasp in air before you passed out from this euphoric onslaught.
Collapsing back down onto the bed with staggered breaths as he softly lapped at you to prolong the rippling surges until you almost started to jerk, you pulled at him to make his ascent faster when he slowly inched back up over you, grazing his stubble over your sensitive skin as he went. You wrapped your arms around his back and pecked all over his face frantically, before catching his lips in another earth shattering kiss when you could reach him, realising that he had somehow shed the rest of his clothes when you drew your leg up against his and you felt a twitching hardness press up against your mons.
It was at this moment that you realised that you could never get enough of him, your body and mind still crying out for what you had been longing for since you were first introduced at headquarters. More than surprised that you were still capable of carrying on, you massaged small sensual circles down his back until you came to his hip, letting out an exasperated sigh and pouting when he stopped you from reaching him, again.
"Now this doesn't exactly seem fair, does it?!" You grumbled against his lips, fluttering your eyes open and instantly melting under him as he gazed at you like you were the most precious thing on earth and chuckled.
"Mmm, maybe next time."
The pout soon dropped and you adorned a sultry grin when he moved your hand and placed it on his rear, making your fingers squeeze firmly against the taut muscle.
"How's that? I know how much ya like it."
Your giggle was stifled when he cupped your chin and kissed you tenderly, his eyes never leaving yours as he shifted his hips and changed angle, so the tip of his shaft was probing at your entrance. Several whimpers poured out of you as he slowly pushed forwards, just dipping inside you before withdrawing, easing himself in again inch by glorious inch. There was some pain as he breached you, but you found yourself craving it after how long you had been waiting for this.
Shays breath hitched against your lips at the same time you cried out now he was buried to the hilt inside you, filling you so tight and deep you were sure you could feel him pressing up against your stomach. He slid his arm underneath you and held you as close as humanly possible as he slowly rolled his hips, his eyes dancing as your face twisted into something comparable to ecstasy as he moved against you.
Flutters of excitement and need swarmed inside you as he pulled out excruciatingly slowly, filling the void again at the same unhurried pace, but somehow stimulating every pleasurable spot you possessed that had you clawing at his back within seconds. He increased his rhythm when you hooked your leg over his hip, spreading your legs wider so that he ground up harder against your clit on every in stroke, your walls instinctively squeezing even tighter around him as shards of incomprehensible bliss tore throughout you.
His sounds of pleasure were making your already quickened heart pound even faster, uncontrolled gasps and groans as he relished in every second of you enveloping him, not only in your arms but your silken walls hugging around his length as if you were made just for him. This was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, with anybody, and you revelled in every drop.
"I-I can't believe this is happening... Am... I dreaming again..?" He panted against your lips, brushing his against yours and stroking your cheek with his thumb.
The vulnerability in his voice had you immediately cupping his face in your hands, reassuring him and returning his expression wholeheartedly as much as your pre-orgasmic state would allow.
"We're here. I'm here, and this is where I want to stay."
Your gesture was requited with a fierce and passionate kiss and his arm hooking underneath your leg so your knee was at the crook of his elbow, tilting your hips up and driving into you with such ardour you threw your head back and screamed his name when a fresh wave of passion induced endorphins flooded you, pushing you ever closer to another of the most spectacular sexual experiences of your life.
You found yourselves gazing into each other's eyes, emotions running riot at your coupling, both trembling against each other as you neared that wonderous plateau. It was you that gave in first to the delirious high that you knew only he could provide, flooding warmly with a gentle warble as your blood scorched in your veins and gold and blue stars danced before your eyes, clinging to him in desperate need to anchor yourself as you thought you might float away.
The clamping down and intense fluttering of your passage was more than Shay could handle, your name a breathy chant on his lips as he spilled himself into you with a few more snaps of his hips, hot and deep, groaning softly as he held you almost bruisingly tight against him and pushed his face in your shoulder.
You both lay there for a few moments basking in the hazy afterglow of your climaxes, before Shay rolled onto his side and pulled you along with him, so you were facing each other, your leg still draped over his hip and his shaft ticking inside you. You smiled dreamily as he brought up his hand and used his thumb to wipe a stray tear from your cheek that had leaked free, kissing the tip of your nose, then your lips softly before dropping down content and drowsy, closing his eyes and caressing the small of your back.
"Uh huh." You whispered, shuffling yourself even closer so your head was now tucked underneath his chin and your arms and legs were tangled around each other, the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat and your mingled scents lulling you into a tranquil slumber.