My god! I heard this new song called Get On Your Knees by Nicki Minaj and Ariana Grande and I just had to write a chapter (or two) based on it, the chorus gave me such ideas! "You gotta beg for it, I wanna see you looking up, baby imma need you to beg" DAYUM! So sorry to my mild minded followers but this chapter and the next will be smutty :3 sorry not sorry. Love you team Haythanna :D
Life tends to throw some spectacular things at you, some amazing, some confusing and then there are those that drive you to a rum bottle at a bar. Despite me seeming to catch onto the fact that my life is just one rather strange turn after another and constantly saying the phrase "at this point I doubt anything will surprise me" the ups and downs of life always take me to a place my wildest dreams wouldn't dare tread before I get a chance to pray for my life.
Haytham was one of those little things but was different from all the rest. Instead of being amazing or confusing, Haytham was a mixture of both. A very warm but unsettling mixture of sweet and sour which I still haven't fully processed even after so long.
One of my latest rum bottle moments is the recent discovery of my co-assassin being Haytham's son. I did really need to get out of the habit of drinking whenever things went bizarre, with the amount of times that happens I would soon turn into an alcoholic.
I was at the time, trying to come to terms with all the memories flicking through my head, asking myself over and over again why didn't Connor or Achilles tell me that Connor's father was a templar, and not just a templar; the templar.
I have sprung through every possible scenario in my head trying to come up with ways around the obvious fact that I am not a trusted member of the order. I tried to tell myself that my constant battles with Connor made me ignorant toward anything to do with him but still that story had holes.
I swallowed the last of the rum in my glass as well as my thoughts and turned to the empty inn. It was late, later the same night I heard the news and I hadn't seen Haytham since. He dropped that bomb shell on me and left me to my thoughts.
"Is everything alright ma'am?" the bartender asked leaning over to me.
"Fan – fucking – tastic," I stated bluntly, making obvious that I didn't want to be pestered, or have a heart to heart with a stranger.
"Can I get another?" I asked handing my glass to the concerned man. He nodded and pursed his lips.
"Drinking to solve your problems yet again Arianna?" I turned to Haytham's voice at the shadowy side of the inn.
"You need to kick your habit of sneaking up on me mister Kenway, its growing tried," I replied, ignoring his half serious question.
"I'll kick my habit if you kick yours" he stared at me. I grabbed my glass now full of rum and he slyly took it from me and sipped from it giving me eye contact the whole time.
"Considering that I am paying for the amount of alcohol you drink I shall take it if I please" he smirked at me.
"I never made any objections," I smiled at him as he handed me the glass.
"You always seem to know where to find me" I stated before sipping my rum.
"You don't exactly make it difficult" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"When you have had some news that is not exactly what you hoping to hear or expected to hear, you are either on the roof or at the bar," he stated with worried eyes, I could feel the shame bubbling in my throat.
"Did you drink this much when you were with the assassins?" he asked
"Rarely, if ever. It's more of a recent habit I've picked up," I stated, he looked at me with some degree of guilt.
"So you drink to cope?" he asked looking down at his hands.
"At this point I'll try anything... the drawing isn't new, I used to do that a lot when everything was becoming too much. I just sat on the roof where reality would slip away whilst I'm drawing whatever comes to mind," I said while reminiscing.
"And now?" Haytham asked.
"It doesn't seem to be working,"I said after a long pause. He took the glass from me again just before I was about to drink the remainder.
"Well I don't think this is a suitable replacement,"
"Well as you said I long while back: 'there isn't much else for me to do around here'" I mimicked.
"I didn't know that you were going to turn borderline," he stated harshly.
"Haytham!" I spat, feeling offended by his words.
"Arianna," he looked at me with kind eye and I softened my expression at his gaze.
He grabbed my chin and brought me to lean over to his lips and kissed me passionately. It was an amazing kiss that I haven't felt in a while, not with all that's happened. He lent into me deeper and moaned into my mouth, his hands tracing my collarbones. I pulled away.
"Anyone could walk in and see us," I explained. I turned with caution as well as disappointment. He leaned in to place his cheek on mine to casually whisper into my ear
"So let us go somewhere a little more... secluded," he suggested.
"Is that an invite, mister Kenway?" I asked being partially playful. He offered me a hand to stand up, I took it only to be forcefully pulled into him.
"Why don't we find out?" he stated and pecked my lips quickly before pulling me toward the staircase.
"Yes master Kenway" I giggled, I felt his hand grip harder on mine as a reply to my playfulness.
We reached the narrow hallway at the top of the stairs I realised that no-one would disturb us unless they wanted to wake up for a late night ale at three o'clock in the morning, upon this realisation I twisted my hand out of Haytham's grip, he turned to face me and I responded to his confused look by placing my hands on his shoulders and lunged forward to force him against the wall behind him, I pushed myself into him and pressed my lips to his in a very passionate way.
"oh wow" Haytham mumbled against my mouth, I could feel his cheeky grin against me and I smiled into the kiss, one of his hands slipped behind my neck and pulled me closer into him, I traced my fingers down his sides and I could feel him tense the more I was pushing him, the more I was teasing him.
I then quickly and without warning grabbed his arms to release his grip of my waist and pushed them aside and with a forceful and dominant shove against the wall I casually walked away from him like nothing had happened. I heard a dry chuckle from him in between his heavy breathing and I left out a giggle of my own. I never expected the flirtatious side of him to get so excited by a kiss, that's all it was, I mean that's all it felt like to me; I link everything I do back to my work and making silly boys and lustful men kneel and beg before taking information from them while they are so blinded by lust was one of the things I took pride in, pulling the tough and hard mask from men and taking what I please by only using my 'female assets'
"if you continue to tease me, I promise you; I will make you regret it" I felt Haytham's presence close behind me and closing in as we got closer to his chambers, his voice was hoarse with desire and I could tell that his aggressive layer was fighting its way through the surface but I didn't care, I wanted to see how far I could push him.
"If you want to fight for dominance mister Kenway I should warn you-"I stopped and turned quickly so he walked into my embrace.
"I always get what I want" I whispered to him coyly. He pulled himself close to me to rest his forehead against mine for a second and the brushed his lips against mine so slowly and lustfully that the twist in my stomach had become a knot in an attempt to show me that he could tease as well as I could.
"And what exactly is it that you want?" he breathed against my lips.
"I want you on your knees" I said more bluntly than I intended and continued to walk toward his room. I heard him chuckle slightly.
He came up behind me and opened the door trying to hold his gentlemen nature.
"Ladies first" he gave his sassy smile that I was growing to love more each day and I walked in fully expect him to ravish me the second he closed the door, instead he engaged in a strange game of trying to mix playfulness and being his usual sassy self
"tell me what else you want, I'll gladly give it" he walk over and pulled to him aggressively
"anything" he whispered, I closed my eyes in an attempt to block out his voice.
"I'm not materialistic. I just need to be the one to break you," I stated. He chuckled again.
"Well I'm so sorry to tell you this but that is most definitely not going to happen." He then roughly grabbed my wrists to turn me around so that my back was against his front, and that is when the ravishing begun, he dragged his nails across my stomach, under my shirt. I could tell that he was trying to get me to moan but I was holding onto my pride. He then responded to my stubbornness by biting my neck which made me hiss in pain and frustration.
"This won't get you anywhere," I said with a semi-angry tone.
"On the contrary" he tunefully responded and pushed me against his door in a similar way that I did earlier in the corridor.
"tonight my dear, I shall test you, taste you, bend you, break you, make you writhe under me, and only when nothing comes to your mind other than screaming my name shall I give you any release from the sweet torture I'm about to give," and scrap of will power to contain myself that I might have held onto would've disappeared with those words
"Okay," was the only word I could get myself to say and it wasn't what I wanted to utter at that point in time.
"Ha ha, good girl"
Damn guys, I'm not very good at this simply because... my love life sucks, I have no experience of fifty shades of grey moments but I tried to make a decent (and short) intro for what is possibly to come. The hard part for me is deciding if I actually want to write a full blown smut chapter. So that's where I'm asking you guys for help. Do you think I should write a smut chapter? Send me a PM or a review of what you want, smut or skip? Your choice, I can go back to the story or I can give Haythanna one night of bliss. They will still (finally) have their night either way I'm just asking if I should write about it is all.