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Rebecca sauntered over to her laptop with the DVD in her hands, a grin on her face as she slid the disk into the drive.
"You guys are gonna love this one! It's not super gory," Lucy nodded in favour as she pulled up her chair, " it's more of a psych thriller."
"Oh, that's much better, a little bit of a mind screw, yeah?" Shaun quipped, "That's just what Desmond needs more of–"
"Hey, it's alright, it's not like it's anything I'm not used to." Desmond smiled weakly, trying to ease tension.
Lucy glared at both Shaun and Rebecca, "That's enough, you two." She sighed, eyes closing as she breathed deeply, attempting to calm herself down. "Now, let's just, put the movie in, and um…" she shook her head, "I guess I'll make some popcorn."
"With what, a computer?" Shaun asked, arms crossed over his chest as he rested against the edge of his desk. "Gonna just download a 'microwave app'? Use the carcinogenic electronic waves from a cell phone to cook my popcorn, yeah?"
Lucy shot a dangerous look at Shaun from across the room, her eyes flashing. Shaun's eyebrows raised, his hands rising in defence as he shifted away from his desk, busying himself with the DVD cover.
Shaun's brow furrowed, "Hey, this is in Italian, you know." He looked at Rebecca, her expression growing sheepish. "With, Mandarin subtitles…"
"What? It was on sale!" Rebecca offered, her hands on her hips.
"Where on earth did you find this?!" Shaun asked, tossing the case down.
Lucy rolled her eyes, crossing her ankles in an annoyed stance
Well, this is going to be a time and a half.
"Looks like Desmond's on translator duty." Rebecca snickered, winking at the confused Assassin.
"Hey, I did not sign up for that!" Desmond joked, his steps soft as he sauntered over to Rebecca's desk.
Lucy grumbled to herself as she dug through their supplies, searching for something, anything that was a potato or corn product. Huffing in annoyance, she stood up, dusted her knees off, and went over to her desk.
Her thoughts were a jumble, the least of her concerns being the three hungry Assassins laying out their sleeping bags in front of the laptop. She sat down, her laptop's screen flicking to life, bathing her features in pale blue. Her breath caught when she saw her inbox; one new message from William.
Her eyes scanned the message, lines of concern building on her brow. She anxiously chewed at the inside of her lip, agitating the already swollen lump that had formed from this week's stress.
Her fingers slid up to the keys.
William,
I understand that you have concern for my health as well as for Desmond's, however, I assure you that I am perfectly fine. My last email may have sounded slightly panicked, however everything has been sorted out. I think I just needed to get a bit of fresh air. Being cooped up in here for so long may have started to get to me!
Desmond's situation still concerns me; sometimes at night he'll wake us all up with horrible screams, and I want to do something about it, but I know I can't.
As for your other comment, my only interest in your son, is for his well-being, and in his ability to locate the artefact.
Lucy fidgeted in her chair as she read over her response. It wasn't like her to lie– certainly not to her superiors. She felt a nagging within to tell William the truth, after all, if she couldn't tell the man who trained her as an Assassin, who could she tell?
"Hey Lucy! You comin' or what?" Rebecca quipped.
Her eyes lifted from her screen, "Uh, yeah, just a minute." She turned back to her message. Unsure of what else to say to him. Her fingertips drummed against the desk in distress. She glanced over to where Desmond was laying, seeing a slight smile on his lips as he began to translate the first few minutes of dialogue.
I only hope he can do it in time.
She sighed, saving the message as a draft, not wanting to send it just yet. Her back popped slightly as she stretched it out, rising out of her chair. She walked to retrieve her sleeping bag from its lonely spot by the statue of Darius.
The sleeping bag scuffed softly against the floor, its fine vinyl threads swishing on the marble. Lucy rolled it out, staring down at the other group members expectantly.
They lay three across, all tightly squeezed around each other snugly in order to see the screen. Lucy sighed quietly, figuring it would be best to leave them as they were, instead of asking them to squish even closer together.
She turned to leave, when Desmond noticed her, "Hey, where y'a going?"
"Um, well, there's really not any room," She gestured to their sleeping bags, "and I should probably go over those tapes again, just to-"
Desmond paused the movie, "It's not a problem Luce, here– Rebecca move over a little."
Rebecca shifted over, grunting as she struggled to move her sleeping bag that was pinned under Shaun's.
"Move it Shaun! You're laying on my sleeping bag."
"Oh, sorry."
Lucy looked down at them, still puzzled as to how exactly Rebecca had made 'room'. She clumsily sank down, kneeling on Rebecca's leg, and elbowing Desmond in the process. Shaun had retreated further away from the rest of them, satisfied that he had not been jostled in the process.
"Hurry up man! Stop moving, and press play!" whined Rebecca, rubbing her sore leg.
Lucy settled down, nuzzling against Desmond as she tried to squeeze herself into the tight space. Rebecca shifted over a bit more, anxious to avoid being a victim of Lucy's sharp knees again. Desmond pulled Lucy over towards him, tilting his hips so that he was laying on his side, allowing her to get comfy.
Lucy smiled at him, whispering a quiet "Thanks."
"Shhhh! Play the movie already Desmond! Come on!"
"Alright, alright! Jeeze Rebecca." Desmond grinned, shifting himself a little further over, and Lucy closer to him. He hit the play button, and as the evening progressed, felt himself relaxing.
Rebecca had fallen asleep halfway though the movie, to the annoyance of the others. Shaun had moved her after she began tossing and turning, effectively rolling over the others in her sleep.
The movie had turned out to be so cheesy, especially with Desmond's curious translation, that one would have thought they were watching a parody of sorts. Lucy had begun to drift off towards the end, however, Shaun jolted her awake by accidentally stepping on her hand as he stood up.
"Oowww!" Lucy snatched her hand away, examining her fingers for damage.
"Watch where you're stepping Shaun."
"Well, I'm sorry, why doesn't Lucy here watch where she leaves her bloody appendages?!"
"Right, so it's her fault that you stepped on her hand." Desmond remarked, helping Lucy stand up.
"Well, if she didn't have them all wrapped into the sleeping bag, maybe I would have seen it."
Desmond rolled his eyes, "Alright, I'm going to bed, I've had enough of this prig for one night."
He stretched, his arms raised above his head, fingers laced as they strained against each other. Lines of muscle slowly rose up from under his tan skin as his arms flexed and slackened. As he turned, he adjusted his hoodie, dragging his sleeping bag behind him like a small child.
"Wait, Des, er, Desmond," Lucy turned towards him, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
His brow furrowed, trying to figure out just what he had forgotten. "Uhmm…" he searched her face, looking for any indication of an answer. She stood, hands on hips, looking at him earnestly. Her eyebrow was raised in a somewhat inquisitive expression that was quite endearing.
"Your meds?" she offered, leaning forward slightly. Desmond gazed at her, confused as to why she wanted him to take them, seeing as he had already exceeded his daily limit.
Lucy sighed, "You know, the ones I keep waaay up in my room?!" her tone was touching on exasperation.
Realization hit Desmond, "Oh!" he smiled slightly, "Yeah, now that you mention it, I did forget something."
"Well, follow me then. I'm sleeping up there tonight anyways. I'm pretty sure last night I felt something scurry over my feet."
She made sure to say the last part especially loud for Shaun's sake, who cringed at the mention of anything small and furry.
"After you." Desmond extended an arm to the staircase in a sweeping gesture.
Lucy smirked as she strode in front of him, anxious to see him alone, even for a brief moment.
Desmond followed Lucy up the stairs of the dilapidated villa, through crumbling doorways and past walls that ceased to be worthy of the name. His eyes took in the sights of the modern-day villa, his heart heavy with the memory of its former splendour
How many years did I spend on fix– uhh did Ezio spend fixing this place up? And now, it looks so… I don't know… as idiotic as it sounds, old?
"In here." Lucy whispered, indicating the open doorway. She grabbed his hand, and pulled him inside, closing the door behind her. Desmond walked into the room, glancing around at Lucy's room. He was surprised at the mild clutter of books and various objects scattered around the room. A cell phone lay on the window ledge– to his knowledge, he had never seen Lucy use it before.
Desmond was making his way towards the phone, when Lucy caught his arm and pulled him over to her bed.
"Where are you going, mister?" She smiled coyly up at him, her mouth a mysterious grin.
"Nowhere?" Desmond offered, unsure as to the sudden turn in Lucy's behaviour and general alertness.
I guess Shaun stepping on your hand is enough to wake anyone up
Lucy sat on the edge of her bed, patting the space beside her invitingly. As Desmond sank down, she turned to face him, one leg bent, the other hanging off the edge of the bed.
She waited for a moment before leaning in, capturing his lips softly. Her hand ran along his cheek into the downy curls of his hairline.
Desmond turned slightly, allowing himself to lift her chin with his thumb as they pulled apart. His eyes searching the depths of blue before him. She smiled, and closed her eyes again, inviting him down the path of what had been left unfinished.
"Move over Lucy," Desmond said softly, kissing her jawline in a rapidly increasing pace, "It works best if you lay in the middle of the bed."
Lucy smirked, pleased with herself as she shimmied over to the center, kicking her boots off as she did so.
Desmond lips pulled away as he climbed after her, sinking to his knees as he pulled his shirt off.
Lucy turned to her side table, turning off her small lamp. The soft moonlight trailed through the uneven slats of her blinds. Several large gaps, where a slat had fallen out, left large bands on Desmond's torso. The rich shadows of his obliques mesmerizing Lucy already.
She rose to meet him, seeking out the tempting peaks and valleys of his build. Ghostly kisses and fleeting touches made their way up to the wide planes of his chest, to angular collarbones, and followed the cords of his neck to his strong jaw.
Desmond smiled at Lucy, both appreciating the fact that for once, they would have the time to revel in each other, exploring, tasting all that they should have the first time.
She lifted her arms after Desmond's command, tossing her shirt onto the floor. She saw the lust in his eyes as she slowly brought her fingers to the clasp at her back. Her cheeks burning as she felt the soft fabric slip away, baring her.
She moaned softly as she felt Desmond's eager tongue run over her skin, suckling and tipping along, more than anxious to finally enjoy the fruition of his fantasies.
Having enough of Desmond's torture, Lucy gripped his jeans and pulled him back with her, landing softly onto the thin pillows.
"Eager Lucy?" Desmond quipped, his hand running from her shoulder, pausing at her breast, and after eliciting a groan from Lucy, further down to her hemline.
Her eyes locked with his, watching his reaction as she slipped her fingertips under his pants, "You could say that…" Her smirk growing as she saw his chest twitch as his breathing faltered. His features gracing her with a rare sight, his self-control abandoned to instinct, eyes heavy lidded and lusty.
He bent down again to her neck, leaving a hot, wet brand on her skin. Her mouth round in surprise and pleasure, eyelids fluttering as she felt the occasional scrape of his teeth.
She slipped her hands down to unzip his jeans, feeling his arousal under her fingers. She smiled as he lifted his lips from her neck, staring down at her, his eyes honeyed; pupils dilated.
She closed her eyes, savouring his warm thumbs rubbing her hipbones. His fingers slid her jeans down her legs. Her underwear followed shortly, Desmond's teeth tugging them down as Lucy squirmed under his warm breath.
"What are you waiting for Des?" her voice breathy.
He lifted himself over her, taking a moment to nibble along her neck, watching her eyes widen and lose their focus as he slid in.
Below the heated actions of the two Assassins, Rebecca and Shaun lay fast asleep in their sleeping bags, oblivious to the creaking of the bed frame and the occasional moan that managed to slip through Lucy's lips.
Desmond began to lose himself in the moment, feeling himself slipping further and further from the pain that usually lingered in the back of skull. Further from the burdening weight of the world on his shoulders that led him to trudge in his steps. His mind was only holding on to the strips of light falling onto Lucy's features; the blush rising to her cheeks, her parted lips, the soft wave of her hair splayed out under her. The way her eyelids fluttered when she tried to open them, tumbling further down, faster than Desmond was. He leaned down resting his forehead on her shoulder as his pace quickened, wanting to send her hurtling over the edge, then follow her.
She squeezed her legs tightly around him as she felt the trembling heat building with each thrust. She held Desmond's head in her hands, gripping into his hair as she tried to hold on for longer.
Desmond hampered her plans, as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, hitting her deeper than he could before. Lucy lasted only a few moments longer before her hands fisted the sheets and she shuddered, her moan muffled by Desmond's mouth.
Desmond lost himself in the waves of Lucy's contraction, biting into her shoulder as he came. His final thrust had proved to much for the bed frame, however.
With a dry, creak splintered the air as the bed collapsed, its legs snapping, dropping the two to the floor. Lucy tried to sit up, bracing herself with one hand on the mattress, the other still slung over Desmond. They coughed slightly at the dust, the worst pluming near Lucy, who was closer to the floor. She looked up at Desmond, her face shocked. He held her gaze, both wondering how to respond to what had just happened. Lucy's mouth broke into an easy smile, giggling at their state. Desmond laughed with her, snickering softly, but irregularly as he still felt fatigued.
Shaun's eyes flew open, his hands reaching for his glasses as he tried to figure out what he had just heard. He looked off somewhere, straining to pick up on what sounded like voices. He stood up, grogginess replaced by cold-palmed fear.
How the bloody hell have they managed to find us this fast?!
He hurried to Rebecca's sleeping bag, kneeling down to shake her awake, "Rebecca, Rebecca wake up!"
She groaned as her eyes opened slowly, her face contorting from confusion to anger, "What the hell Shaun? It's…" she turned to look at her watch.
"Never mind what time it is." He scowled at her, "I think I heard something, uh, something like a bang or a crash, and then voices."
She sat up, instantly awake from years of drills and the adrenaline kick that came from having to run for their lives.
"Should we go check it out?"
Shaun shook his head, "I think it's best if we treat this the same way we did back at the Warehouse. You start packing up the Animus, and I'll go get Lucy."
Rebecca nodded, standing to start dismantling the Animus' technical network components.
"Oh, and Rebecca, wake Desmond, and get him to help you wheel the Animus out to the van." He walked over to her desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a pistol for himself and Rebecca.
"Just in case." he added softly, nodding as he made his way up the staircase and into the main building.
Desmond lay boneless on top of Lucy, both too tired to care or to move. Lucy felt herself drifting off to sleep when her ears picked up on the soft scuff of footsteps along the marble hallway.
Her eyes opened, looking to Desmond to see if he had heard as well.
He nodded.
Desmond slowly rose from the bed, straining to be as quiet as possible despite the bed that was already creaky before they had splintered it.
He slipped into his jeans silently, before traipsing over to the doorway. His eyes flickered to eagle vision as he scanned around for the cause of the footsteps, a faint blue shone from the hallway.
Shit
He popped his head back into the room, "It's Shaun." He whispered to Lucy.
She groaned softly, putting her hand over her face, and burying herself into the mattress.
Desmond walked paced over to her side, placing a light kiss onto her cheek.
"Guess you'll have to wait a little longer for me to literally spend the night Luce."
She smiled, "At least I didn't break the bed." she simpered.
Desmond grinned, "I'll take that as a compliment."
He walked to the window, stooping to grab his shirt from the floor as he went. He pushed the shutters open, and swung a leg over the edge. He winked at her from under the moonlight, slipping down to the terracotta tiles with a muffled clink.
Lucy barely had enough time to cover herself before Shaun slipped into the room.
"Lucy, I think we– what the hell happened to your bed?!"
She searched for the answer, embarrassment burning on her cheeks.
Shaun walked around the wreckage to where the window's shutters knocked softly against the outer wall softly. He scanned outside for anything sinister or out of place.
While he was occupied, Lucy tried to shove her bra and shirt under the bed frame, slowly bending to pick them up, and shove them under the covers.
Shaun turned swiftly, looking around again at the splinters, stooping to investigate something.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Would you mind explaining what these are doing here, ya?"
Lucy's face burned crimson.
"Are these Desmonds?!" Shaun spat, flinging Desmond's boxer briefs at her.
Gasp! Whatever will happen next?
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