A/N: And this is the second and last chapter of this love story between Aveline and Connor. Hope you enjoy it and you probably noticed that the rating changed (T to M) for some reasons some might have anticipated.. well here it is. Have fun reading it and pleaseeeee give reviews, I need to know if you liked it, what to change, if there are any spelling mistakes, stuff n thangs... (:

Chapter 2 — Best Mistake

"This should make it," he says as he sits by the fire with me inside the cave.

While Connor skewers the meat on a branch he places on a makeshift support upon the fire to cook it, I'm trying to clean my wounds with water and medicinal leaves I've find nearby. Unlike him, I'm not so good using my left hand and I have to require his aid to wrap my arm with a piece of fabric. Now I have to admit that the position we're in makes me a bit uncomfortable: our clothes being wet from the rain, we took off a few pieces to let them dry, leaving me in my pants and the corset I wear under my uniform and him in his trousers.

When he's done, our eyes meet and I'm surprised to see that this time he doesn't back off or tries to avoid my gaze, but maintains it instead. For a second his eyes leave mine to look down at my lips and I know precisely what's coming ahead and I want it to happen.

Our faces get closer and closer, our foreheads touch, his skin damp against mine. The tip of our noses brush and I close my eyes, waiting for him to be ready. It doesn't take long before our mouths collide and a shiver flies across my whole body when I feel the softness of his lips on mine. How long did I wait for that? How long did he? … Did he?

I can't tell if that's an answer to my question or if he simply wants to lay me down on the fur I'm sitting on, our lips still connected, and brings his large hands to my hips, his body hovering over mine. He breaks the kiss and looks me straight in the eye, his voice tender but serious:

"If you knew how many times I dreamt about this…"

I crack a smile at his words. "I did too," I can only whisper. I bring my hand to his cheek and he shuts his eyes when my palm touches him. Somehow I feel pain in his traits but can't manage to figure out why. "What is it?"

Connor sighs and breathes fast. "I…" he begins but can't choose the words.

For a moment, we remain silent. I don't want to disturb him in whatever he's going through and speaking will only annoy him more than anything. And I know he'll speak if I wait. I've always had to wait with him, with time it's become a habit.

"I…" He sighs again. "I thought I'd lose you…"

"It's okay, Connor. I'm fine."

"Not only that… I thought we'd never get to see each other again ever. It's killing me."

"Connor," I say on a firmer tone to force him to look at me. I inspect his eyes for any signs of happiness. "It's okay, I'm here now, with you. It'll all be okay, I won't leave you anymore."

"What I felt for you…"

"I felt it too."

The rage in his voice makes me panic and suddenly I feel as if I were trapped under him, that he'd get mad and I don't like that. Still I have to stay firm enough to keep control but not too much to enrage him even more. I frown and close my eyes, waiting for him to calm down by his own since I'm nearly powerless. I can feel his wrists trembling against my waist, his heart racing inside his chest, his breath going back and forth as he slowly relaxes. "I'm sorry," he finally says.

I opened my eyes and now I see guilt and desire in his orbs. "It's okay, don't worry."

Connor smiles and approaches his face from mine once more, pauses for just a second and then kisses me again. This time with passion and lust as he slips his tongue inside my mouth and moves a hand up to my chest. His long fingers try to cup my breast but the corset maintains it all together. He breaks the kiss and sits me on his lap so he can work on unlacing it. When he's done, he passes it over my head and throws it away.

As soon as he takes a first glimpse of my naked breasts, I feel a bulge growing in his pants that presses against my sweet spot, making me chuckle and internally moan at the feel of it. He raises his large hands and cup them, plays with the tip and soon leans forward so he can chew on them. My breathing gets faster and uneven, my nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders, my skin's damp, moans escape my lips since I'm no longer welling to keep them inside. There's a fire burning in my nipples that spreads all over my body that only makes me want him all, my lacy panties getting dangerously wet.

"Pl– please C– Connor," I beg. He stops and looks up at me, his mouth still on my chest. "Please come inside me."

He simply smiles and pecks my lips before standing up to take off his trousers, his erected member well in sight, and kneels to take off mine as well as my wet panties. Then he spreads my legs and lays atop of me so he can get some more control on the upcoming task. Connor leans forward to kiss me as he slips inside me and I bite his bottom lip when I feel the friction of our two body colliding.

He stops everything with a frown, he backs his head and presses a finger against his lip. A red liquid stains it and he chuckles. "You're one special lady, Aveline."

"C'est un souvenir so you'll never forget about this day," I wink.

"Wasn't planning to anyway," he smiles.

Then he begins to stroke. At first he's slow and unsure, but as we go on he gets more confident and soon enough he's stroking like a beast. Hard, deep and fast. I was already amazed by the size of his member, now I'm amazed of how fast he learns to use it… and how well he does!

For a good while, we moan and grunt and are pleasure by Connor's first attempt at making love to someone. My nails scrape at his flesh, trying to hold myself steady so it's less compelling for him, although he doesn't seem to be bothered by that at all.

When I'm about to lose it all and I try to warn him he looks down at me and nods, as if he's read it in my eyes, and crashes his lips onto mine to muffle the sound of our cries as we come together.

His arms are too weak to hold him up anymore and he falls onto me. For a minute or two we don't move, panting, our skin wet, our body burning. Then he rolls on the side and I lay my head on his shoulder.

"Félicitations Connor," I smile. "You're no longer a virgin: you're a man now."

"I'd never have made it without a woman like you, though," he remarks.

"You're not wrong!"

The silence falls again inside the cave as we enjoy each others company. But soon enough my stomach's heard and Connor chuckles. "I think we should eat," he suggested.

It takes us all the miseries of the world to get up only to then find a burned pile of branches and ashes across from the fire.

"You left the meat over the fire, huh?" I ask.

"Yup…" he confirms. "Hopefully our snares caught us some food."

"If only you could find them…" I say as I remember just how lost we are at the moment.

"If only I could find them…"

We lie back down on the fur and put another one atop of us for more heat as we accept the fact that we won't eat tonight. Until an idea finds its way up to my brain. "I can still you provide some food if you'd like to."

Connor looks down at me with a smirk. "Of course, I'd love that." He rolls on his side to lay upon me and we go on again with pleasuring each other.

"You're the best mistake I've ever made, Connor Kenway."