Hey all! Thanks to all of your feedback, I have decide to go ahead and write another chapter for this story :P This chapter is sorta more for fun– when I think of it, its completely opposite of the first chapter, which was incredibly dark. This chapter is more AU, I just needed a scenario, and you'll have to read on to find out what it is :) If it's too OOC, let me know! For those of you who follow my other stories, I am truly sorry that it has been this long since I have updated anything! I have had some Internet problems, and we have been at our cottage a lot, and we don't have internet up there :( Anyways, enjoy this chapter, and let me know if you want another chapter, or if I should let this one rest XP
As always, Ubisoft owns Assassin's Creed, as if you didn't know that already!
P.S Old news, but …The Assassin's Creed movie! With Michael Fassbender?! Fan-gasms :P
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Desmond and Lucy quietly slunk back into the Sanctuary, not wanting to arouse any suspicion from the remaining team members. Desmond couldn't resist staring at Lucy's slightly tousled hair, her cheeks still slightly flushed from his actions. He could still feel the heat lingering on his own face, the faint dampness of sweat around his hairline. He smiled, revelling in the fatigue that weighed him down to his very bones. Unlike before, this kind of fatigue he enjoyed, even wanted to feel for a long time. It was different from the mind-numbing boredom-induced tiredness that he felt usually. He felt almost willing to bet that Lucy felt the same way, perhaps worse off. Although, she didn't seem to be complaining.
He squeezed her hand a little tighter, and she turned her head, flashing him a shy smile, "Hey, wait a sec." Desmond whispered.
Lucy kept her eyes fixed to Desmond's, wondering what he was planning. "Yes?" She breathed, hoping he might ask for something less-than innocent from her. At this point, she didn't care to think rationally, the high of her orgasm still ebbing behind her eyes.
"I think you should go in first, then I'll wait to follow you in after a couple of minutes." He stroked her knuckles with his thumb.
Lucy's smile faltered slightly, slightly disappointed that he wasn't on the same train of thought as she was anymore, "Sure, that makes sense." Her smile returned as she saw him smile down at her, drawing her close. She pressed her cheek against his wide chest, feeling the warmth still radiating off of him. She stepped back after a moment, "It's probably best that Rebecca and Shaun don't know. Not that I think we're doing anything wrong, but for simplicity's sake, we should–"
Desmond cut her off with a kiss, smirking as he heard her exasperated "humph" as their lips met. She steadied herself in his embrace, a mixture of annoyance and pleasure in her expression. They pulled apart after a moment, a wide grin on Desmond's face as Lucy looked at him her eyebrow indicating her disdain.
"You did that to shut me up, didn't you?"
His eyes twinkled, "You always did talk to much, Luce."
She rolled her eyes as she walked on ahead, swaying her hips temptingly to punish Desmond for what he had just done.
"Oh, come on! That's just not fair!" He yelled after her.
Lucy smirked as she walked back into the Sanctuary, scanning for Shaun and Rebecca as she went. Rebecca sat on their makeshift "kitchen" table, munching on a granola bar as she examined the wrapper with absorption. Shaun sat in his usual spot, typing away on his laptop. It appeared as though he hadn't moved the whole time.
"Hey Luce!" Rebecca shouted, louder than necessary to grate on Shaun's nerves– he swivelled on his chair, sending her a nasty glare, to which Rebecca replied by sticking out her tongue.
"Hey Rebecca." Lucy smiled, grabbing a bottle of water from a nearby crate.
"Did you go for a run or something? You're all sweaty."
Lucy tried not to flinch, "Yeah, something like that…"She paused long enough to take a sip, then strode back to her desk. Sitting with discomfort on her chair. Oww. Okay, that hurts. Several minutes passed as she vainly sought a comfortable position.
Shaun sat staring up in frustration at Lucy's squeaky chair, "Either find a new chair, or sit still. There are people trying to work in this place believe it or not," he turned, surveying them, "unlike you two."
"Pushy." Rebecca muttered as she hopped off the table, striding over to her seat. She made a point of creaking as she sat, straining the chair's spine as far back as it would go, then back to its normal position.
"If you break that, I'm not going to fix it." Shaun spat, not lifting his gaze from his work.
Rebecca sniggered, "Jeez, someone's on her period today."
Lucy stifled a laugh as Shaun whipped a sizeable book in Rebecca's general direction, muttering to himself angrily.
Lucy gave up searching for a comfortable position, and opened her laptop with a huff. She checked for new emails before taking another long sip of her water, and brushing back a few stray strands of hair. She stared into space, reflecting on what she had just done. A slow heat building inside her as she remembered the moans she had made Desmond produce, how his voice was so throaty, asking her to keep going despite the torture of her tongue. How he had flipped her over, a possessive look in his eyes, and the corresponding tingle that rocketed through her body. She rested her chin on her hand, not noticing her elbow rested on the keys, creating a runaway stream of nonsense on her screen. Her tongue slid between her lips, mimicking how Desmond's had, how he had nipped along her jaw, whispering to her, his voice a honeyed growl in her ears, promising and fulfilling her needs. Her fingers gripped against the edge of her desk as her mind ran away, drunk again on the memory.
Her computer pinged softly, echoing off the cavernous walls, pulling Lucy out of her reverie, her cheeks dusky from it all. She looked up, opening the email from Rebecca, asking again if anyone had seen her iPod. Lucy tapped a quick reply, apologising for not being able to help.
Her eyes lifted from her work as she heard the soft scuffing of Desmond's shoes make their way down the stairs, and into the Sanctuary. A brief glance was shared between the two, Lucy slightly embarrassed at her surely dazed expression before Desmond greeted Rebecca, and sat in the Animus.
"Ready to go again?" Rebecca asked, incredulous. "Usually I have to drag you in!"
A brief smile ghosted Desmond's lips, "I know. Are you complaining?"
Rebecca held her hands up in a mock plea, "Nope, go ahead, Baby's all ready for you."
Desmond glanced over at Lucy, silently asking for permission. He sat back after seeing her give a slight nod, and waited for the ceiling of the Sanctuary to be swallowed in a white bloom.
After a few hours, Lucy grew restless of pretending to work, desperate to occupy her thoughts with something other than fantasies. She strolled over to Rebecca's chair, "Hey."
"What's up Luce?" Rebecca shifted in her chair, turning to sit sideways, resting her arm along the top of the chair back.
"Nothing, really. I was just wondering… um –"
"He's fine, if that's what you want to know. Vitals, brainwaves, everything's green. You worry too much Luce."
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, "That's not what I was going to ask, but thanks anyway." She leaned forward slightly, her voice hushed, "Do we have any more of that yogurt?"
Rebecca guffawed loudly, "That's what you wanted to ask me about? Yogurt?!"
"Shhh! And yes, what's the big deal?"
"Sorry, you just walked over here so seriously, I thought there was something wrong. Yogurt's not really a serious topic."
Lucy rolled her eyes, "Fine. Hi Rebecca, I want to talk to you about yogurt. Is that what you wanted?" She asked sarcastically.
"Okay, now you're just being bitchy."
Lucy's mouth dropped open as she let out a surprised noise.
"Oh, come on. I didn't mean it literally– jeeze loosen up a bit Luce." Rebecca turned in her chair to face her computer again. "No, to answer your question, last ones got eaten by Shaun, remember?"
"Right… speaking of which…"
Lucy walked up behind Shaun, resting her hand on the edge of his desk as she waited for him to acknowledge her. After waiting a few minutes, she raised an eyebrow, "Shaun? Hellooo?"
He looked up grudgingly from his work, a condescending expression on his face, "What do you want, I'm very busy in case you d–"
"Save it Shaun. Now, do you want to tell me about those two yogurts in the minifridge, or lackthereof?"
At the mention of yogurt, Shaun tensed up, and shot a look at Rebecca, That little bitch ratted me out.
"Shaun? You wouldn't happen to know anything about what happened to them, would you?"
He shrunk down, trying to avoid Lucy's knowing gaze, "What do you want?" He mumbled finally.
Lucy smirked, "More yogurts. You wouldn't mind going to get them, would you?"
Shaun grunted, pursing his lips in frustration.
"Shaun?"
"YES! Yes, fine, I'll go." He stood, huffing indignantly. As he passed Rebecca he mumbled, something about blackmail, only making Rebecca smirk at his misfortune.
Lucy walked back over to her desk, stopping to check on Desmond, still tensing as she saw his unconscious form on the Animus. His brow was slightly furrowed in a familiar expression: pain.
"Is he still ok?"
Rebecca pulled up his information, enlarging it for Lucy to see for herself. Everything was well within acceptable limits, however his cortisol levels were on the high end of normal.
Probably in pain again. Fuck.
A wave of painful memories came flooding back, threatening to take over again. Lucy closed her eyes briefly, trying not to give in, trying to stay in the moment, a pleasant moment.
Her eyes snapped open, a mischeivious glint in them, That's it!
"Hey Rebecca?"
"Yes…" She turned to glance up at the blonde Assassin.
"I forgot to ask Shaun about something, I had kind of wanted to have a movie night– I think we all deserve a bit of a break."
Rebecca nodded, rolling back from her desk, and stretching her arms satisfyingly. "That would be kind of nice– Okay, I'll go, on one condition."
"And that is…?" Lucy asked, voice trailing off.
"I get to pick the movie." She beamed.
Lucy rolled her eyes at Rebecca's childish antics, "Fine, but please, if it's a horror movie, not too gory okay?"
"Why? Too violent for Des over there?" Rebecca asked, sassing Lucy on purpose.
Lucy pursed her lips, "I'm serious Rebecca, he could use a break from what he already does in the Animus."
"Okay, so rainbows and ponies it is then." She joked, grabbing some cash, and walking out of the Sanctuary.
Lucy waited until Rebecca's footsteps receded, waiting an extra few minutes just to be sure that she was completely alone, except Desmond.
That was too easy.
Desmond's breathing sputtered as he felt the jarring effects of the Animus' ejection sequence punch through him. His eyes blinked open, blinking fruitlessly to focus on this century's surroundings– the streets of Rome fading slowly in front of him. A string of curses left his mouth as he felt the pounding return in his head, like someone had the bass turned up way too loud, and then stuck his head in the speaker. It took him a moment to realize why he had been taken out mid-sequence. That is, until he looked down at Lucy, who was sitting on his lap.
"Wha– Luce? Did you ej–awwfuuck." He held his head with his hands, cradling it against the throbbing that seemed to be succeeding in forcing his skull apart.
Lucy's brow creased, her hands rested on his arms. She ran a hand through his hair, softly trying to calm him down. She shimmied closer to him, sitting directly over his hips, her legs straddling him. She eased him up to sit upright, pulling his head to rest against her chest. Her fingers ran through his soft curls, comforting his erratic breathing with her soothing movements. She felt him pull a bit under her hold, and she released him. He was still struggling against the last stubborn waves, but he managed to stay upright.
"What are you doing Luce?" He followed her body, stopping at where she sat over him. "Not exactly discreet, are you?" he chuckled.
Lucy smiled at Desmond's comment, relieved to see that, for now, he seemed to be in control over the effects. "I have a proposition for you."
Desmond lifted an eyebrow, "Oh?" curiosity peaking as she began running her fingers over the broad planes of his chest.
A slow smile spread across her features. After Rebecca had left, she had turned off some of the glaring spotlights in the Sanctuary, not wanting a to ruin the mood. The low light now bathed both of their faces in a romantically hazy bloom.
"I think you'll like it. You know how before I was talking about ways to keep you in the moment–"
"When?" He asked, gazing up at her inquisitively. His hands had begun to slowly ghost over her thighs, and up to her hips.
"Before…" she said, a slight blush playing over her features, "and I was trying to come up with a way to help you stay in 2012… with me…" A lecherous grin slowly grew across Desmond's lips, basking in the promise of Lucy's suggestion.
"So what does that entail, Lucy?" He shifted slightly, purposely grinding his hips against her as he did so. His smirk widened as her eyelids fluttered slightly under the friction.
"Uhh… well that's really u…up to you." Get a hold of yourself Lucy, what? Can't even finish a sentence around him anymore?!
Desmond brought his lips to the column of her neck, brushing his lips over where he could feel her pulse racing under his touch.
"Does that mean you like it when I'm in charge?" he nipped slightly, rewarded by listening to Lucy's breath hitch slightly.
"Why'd you eject me Luce?" He breathed into her ear; she could already feel warmth drip down her insides. "Was it because you wanted someone to play with?" He licked up the side of her neck, watching enraptured as Lucy whimpered, exposing her neck to him, longing to surrender to the pleasure he would bring.
"Maybe…" she breathed, her voice strained to keep her tone even.
"Where are the others? I wouldn't want us to get interrupted, would you?"
Lucy turned back, gazing down at him. Something stirred inside her, urging her to hold on a little longer before she succumbed to him.
She gave him an assertive look, pressing a hand against his chest until he thumped against the back of the Animus. "I've already taken care of that. We have at least half an hour, forty minutes at most. "
Desmond gazed up at her, his jaw slackened at the sudden change in her demeanor. "Here's hoping I finish in time." he joked.
Lucy fixed her gaze on him as she rose up to kneel, "You'll wish you could." She breathed out, running a finger down his chest to tug on his belt buckle.
Lucy slipped her jacket off, tossing it onto the floor beside them. She watched Desmond's expression fail to remain unfazed as she shimmied out of her tight-fitting athletic top, leaving her only in her bra. She tossed her shirt down, and snaked a hand up to her bun, shaking it out in a cascade, the soft light swimming over her loose waves silkily. Desmond watched, captivated at her show, and began moving his hands over her hips again pulling at her jean loops.
"Uhn-uhn." Lucy scolded, playfully swatting his hands away, "You can look, but you can't touch." She simpered as he groaned, clearly not expecting there to be any rules involved.
She curved forward, her hands slipping around to the clasp of her bra. She studied Desmond's expression as the fabric fell away, onto the floor, a soft pant escaping his lips as his eyes roamed freely. Lucy smirked in accomplishment; Desmond couldn't resist reaching up, trying to capture her in his eager hands.
She leaned back, just out of his reach, "What did I say now?"
Desmond's brow furrowed, exasperation etched into his frown.
Lucy reached down, helping him out of his hoodie and shirt for the second time today. After they hit the floor, she brought her lips to the top of his jeans, kissing his lower abs softly, letting her tongue slip out, tasting him. She slid up his lean torso, her tongue winding, running over his broad frame, curving her back as she rose so her chest ghosted up his bare skin. She felt him shudder beneath her, felt the low rumble in his chest as he let out a husky groan.
"Too much for you?" She mused, her tone mocking him playfully.
Desmond's eyes were glassy, the gold flecks melting together into amber pools, honeyed with lust.
"Nothing I… ca- caan't handle…"
He was struggling to put together a sentence, his lids heavy over his amber gaze; his face flushed and heated.
"We'll see about that." She smirked, pleased with herself, growing more adventurous with each second that passed.
She slid lower down him, her mouth teasing around his hemline again. She let her tongue dart under a few times, amused at the sounds he made. His hands found her hair, coaxing her to keep going. She sat up and removed his hands, "Desmond… third warning." She smirked, "Next time there'll be disciplinary action.
"Awww f…ffuck meee." He groaned, not wanting to think of all the possibilities her threat entailed.
She slid down him again, this time unfastening his belt, pushing it aside. She tugged against the button with her teeth, licking the fabric around it until it was wet. Desmond's breathing hitched as her fingers tugged the zipper down, relieving some of the tension his erection created. She slid his jeans down, depositing them on the floor, along with his shoes.
"Barefoot? What happened to your socks?" Lucy questioned.
Desmond strained to lift his head up, his gaze drifted languidly to meet Lucy's, "...Whaa? Socks? Ohhhh, I c…couldn't fiind any. Shhaun prob'ly took 'em."
Lucy smirked at the drawl in his tone, like his brain couldn't get the words out at a normal speed. She quickly slipped her hands under his boxer-briefs, gloating as she saw the flicker in his eyes as the last few grains of sanity slipped away, giving way to the drive and desire creeping into his veins.
"Hurry up Shaun! I'm tired of waiting!" Rebecca tapped her foot impatiently, watching the English Assassin fumble with stacks of yogurt trays in his arms, threatening to topple over. His annoyed glare was barely visible over the load in his arms.
"Yeah, appreciate the help, Rebecca. Real ladylike, you are!" Shaun spat as he walked past her into the entrance of the Sanctuary. In his haste to get in from the meddling wind that strived to upset the stack in his arms, he bumped the wall, sending the yogurt hurtling down the stairs– the occasional container bursting on impact, splatting magnificently on the stone walls.
Shaun stared down at the mess with a twitch, standing in shocked silence while Rebecca cackled behind him.
"Nice going, asshole! Now who's gonna clean that up?" She walked off to the van laughing, grabbing some paper towel from the back.
Lucy shifted underneath Desmond, her legs cinched around his hips, eager to get as close to him as possible. She moaned as his lips sought her neck, already swollen and red in places from his ruthless lips. She began to feel a familiar build-up of dizzying pleasure surge through her veins, racing down, down to their intersection. Judging by Desmond's expression, he might even be further along than she. A clatter echoed sharply in the stairwell, silencing the moan building in Lucy's throat. Both paused, hardly daring to even breath normally, for the circumstances, in order to determine by what or whom the noise was made.
Lucy strained to hear, picking up on the higher register of a female voice.
Rebecca.
The look in her eyes changed from pleasure to panic, her gaze meeting Desmond's. Silently agreeing that Lucy's "proposition" would have to wait.
"Rain check?" Desmond joked, helping Lucy out from under him, and catching his jeans as she threw them.
"Mhh hmmm." She kissed him sloppily, her attention divided by trying to dress, kiss, and listen for footsteps, all at the same time.
Shaun grumbled as he stepped down the last stairs into the Sanctuary, wiping residual yogurt from his sleeve. He glanced up after hearing someone clear their throat– Desmond was sitting up off of the Animus, rather quickly if he was in fact being ejected at the end of the sequence.
"Hey Shaun." His tone wavering slightly, "Got the yogurt? Err… guess you had the yogurt, now your wearing it." He laid back in the chair, arms behind his head, legs tucked close to his chest, trying to relax. Lucky for Desmond, Shaun didn't notice his rather unorthodox leg position– the only tell-tale giveaway of their interrupted actions.
Shaun gave Desmond a quizzical glance, "Sure, yeah. Are you all right? You seem normally, well I dunno, how do I put this? Pained."
Desmond's brow furrowed, trying to appear as natural as possible, "Yeah, Lucy had some… ideas on how to," a smile twitched at his lips, "alleviate my body's protests."
At her desk, Lucy rested her head in her hands, groaning quietly at Desmond's less than subtle approach.
Shaun walked over to his desk, pausing at Desmond's words. "That's awfully cryptic mate."
"What is?" Rebecca shouted from the base of the stair, bags of groceries in tow.
Lucy stood, and rushed over to her, "Oh, nothing, just, uhh… hey! Did you remember to pick up a movie?"
"Yup. Sorry though, I couldn't help but pick a horror movie." She smiled cheekily, walking over to her desk.
Lucy followed, stopping by Desmond, to place her hand on his for a fleeting second. She whispered to him, promising they would finish what they had started, and perhaps even explore other therapeutic options.
