Evie Frye sensed your arrival moments after you stepped into the carriage, whirling around drawing her hidden blade attempting to stab you in the throat. You saw the move and effortlessly blocked the swing, grabbing her wrist and throwing her against the wall shaking the room. "Is that anyway to greet a friend?" You asked her, pinning her against the wall.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, glaring at you with contempt.
"You asked for my help" you reminded her calmly. "I got the location of your target. It was quite simple. Aren't you going to thank me?"
She didn't reply as her eyes darted to the exits of the carriage. You could read her expression easily. She wasn't hoping to get assistance, she was worried about being seen talking to you. You were carefully, explaining to her you were alone and the rest of the train was empty. They wouldn't be disturbed. You then stepped away from the wall releasing her wrist to show you meant no harm. Not this time. "We agreed to meet in Lambert" she scowled, lowering her arm but not retracting her blade.
"Plans changed, thanks you your brother" you replied, casually examining the carriage that was serving as the assassins base in London. Ingenious. "Things are a bit noise out in the streets right now. Neither of us want to be seen talking, do we?" You said, referring to your employers.
Evie scoffed but didn't deny it. It was dangerous for an assassin to be talking to a Templar while the two were mortal enemies. But the twins had their sights on the big players, one of which was eluding them. Fortunately, you had recently fallen out of favor with this particular agent and was willing to offer your help. You couldn't move against him yourself, but you could send the Frye Twins to dispatch him keeping your hands clean and in a position to take over. A temporary alliance with mutual benefits.
"Where's the target?" Evie asked, not looking to make small talk lest you were discovered.
You smile and pull out a piece of paper from your pocket, holding it between your fingers. She cautiously walks over, her eyes fixed on you the whole time, and reached for the lead. But you snatch it away at the last moment. "You still haven't thanked me" you said.
"I need to know your information is valuable first" she retorted. She was brave, had spirit, I afraid to stand up to you. You smirk, admiring her tenacity as you hand her the paper. She retracts her blade and unfolds it, reading the location of her target. "And you're sure he'll be there?" She asked doubtfully.
"He attends every Thursday" you assure her, checking your watch. "If my sources are correct, he should be due before noon. That should give you a few hours to prepare. It will be quite fortified. He's grown rather paranoid thanks to your efforts." You made it sound like a compliment, which it was. Not many templars get spooked in this city.
"We'll manage" she replied, already formulating a plan marking the lead on their map.
You had no doubt they would. "Well, are you going to thank me?" You asked.
She looked at you sideways, but this time she didn't scowl. She tried not to, but her eyes gave away the gratitude. That was enough for you. "Our business if concluded" she said dismissively.
"It doesn't have to be" you say, taking a step closer studying the young woman. "I must admit, you're not the brotherhood I was expecting, but you've proven yourselves adept at what you do. Maybe it could beneficial to have an ally like me."
"You're a Templar" she scoffed. "You have nothing to offer us."
"That paper you're reading might disagree" you point out. "And I have plenty of resources that might be of use. I'm sure we could find some kind of agreement, a mutually beneficial arrangement that suits both our needs."
Evie realized you'd slinked up next to her and spun to face you, her hidden blade shooting out pressing against your neck. You didn't flinch as you stared into her eyes, counting the freckles running across her nose. "Why would we ever join you? We're here to free London and kill every last Templar."
"But you don't need to kill all of us, do you? Just removing the right people with cause the order in this city to collapse. I may have signed up to their cause, but I'm not blind enough to fall on their sword. I don't want to have my throat slit" you clarified, taking her wrist and slowly pulling the blade away from your neck while fixing her gaze with yours. "So if I can find a way to come out of this with my head, I would be astute to take it."
"Are you saying you'll betray them and join us?" She asked, surprised.
"If the offer is enticing" you nodded. You could feel her breath against your cheek as you lean in to whisper in her ear "think about what we could accomplish together. Our skills and resources combined. London wouldn't just be free. We could make it better. You must admit, we work well together" you say. Evie begrudgingly acknowledged the sentiment as she looked up at your charming face, your hand wrapped around her wrist finding the switch to retract her blade into her sleeve. "If you need me to convince you I'm trustworthy, just say the word. Let me prove my worth…"
Evie couldn't explain what came over her in that moment. Later she'd rationalize it as being cooped up in the train for too long or that you had masterfully manipulated the situation, used some sort of poison or gas. But in the end, it didn't rationalize how quickly she leaned in to begin kissing you with reckless abandon. The fact was she'd found you surprisingly charming for a Templar, drawing her to you in a way she hoped Jacob would never find out. It wasn't romance, it was something more primal. Whatever it was, you'd awoken it deep inside her and she'd been fighting so hard to keep it buried. But your offer was just the right amount of enticing to unleash it.
You kiss the young woman with a mix of affection and power, just enough to make her think she was in control while you pulled her in close to feel her body on yours. She inhaled sharply when she felt your hands on her back, revealing a moment of vulnerability that you exploited to invade her mouth with your tongue. She grabbed your shoulders fighting to break away, her resolve not quite broken as she pulled out of the kiss gasping. "We can't!" She whispered.
"Why not?" You asked, holding her closer staring longingly into her eyes. She tried to look away, but your admiration was hypnotic. "You're a remarkable woman. What man could resist your beauty? Can you honestly tell me you haven't considered what we could do together?" You say, stroking her cheek softly.
She took a shaky breath as her eyes darted to the door, her heart racing as color rushed to her cheeks. You could see the hesitation, the conflicted emotions, the shame and the excitement. You steal a peck on her lips and she flinched, her eyes returning to yours. "We shouldn't.." she muttered.
"No, we shouldn't" you agree. "But that doesn't mean we can't."
She took a moment to pause before breaking out of your grasp and darting to the door. At first you thought she was running out of the carriage to escape you. But then she stopped at the exit and shut the door, locking herself inside with you. When she turned back, her hesitation was gone, her eyes focused and breathing steady. You smirk, unhooking your belt to drop your weapons before striding forward to embrace the assassin in a powerful kiss.
You made out passionately in the empty carriage, gasping and moaning as you took the opportunity of the empty carriage. You mumbled a question about when Jacob might return, but Evie answered by pinning you to the wall telling you not to ask about her brother. You were happy to forget the question, focusing on disarming the feisty young woman one weapon at a time. Guns and blades dropped from you both, followed closely by cloaks and coats. You flipped her around shoving her against the wall grinding your mouth against hers, catching her groping hands and pinning them to her sides. She looked at you inquisitively when you broke the kiss to examine her, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She did look exquisite. She didn't resist as you expertly unlatched her gauntlets and yanked her hidden blades from her arms to cast them to the floor, leaving her unarmed. But she proved she didn't need them by grabbing you and shoving you against the door, pinning your wrists above your head. She smirked, her nose touching yours. You smile back, leaning forward to kiss her, letting her fingers interlace with yours.
A few minutes of playful grappling later and you had her up against the table, papers and objects clattering to the ground as it shook violently. Your lips mashed together as fingers clawed at clothing, buttons popping and lacing pulled undone. Jackets and books were shrugged off before your hands reached into Evie's outfit and ripped her corset open. She exhaled a breath before replacing it with one of your own, wrapping her arms around your neck as you lifted her waist up and planted you on the table. You ran your hands under her skirt lifting her knees against you, reach deep within to find her damp crotch buried under all the fabric. She whimpered as you kissed along her jaw, finding a soft spot on her neck to nibble on while she curled her fingers through your hair.
She'd stopped hesitating now, overcome by forbidden desires long since buried as she helped you out of your shirt and trousers. You shoved her skirt up her thighs to tear away at her undergarments, shoving yourself against her the moment your erection was released. It got lost between her thighs as it probed insistently until finding that soaking wet entrance begging to claim it. The second you did, Evie Frye melted into your embrace, moaning and gasping between passionate kisses.
"I told you we would be good together" you whispered in her ear as your hips thrust gently into her, taking what you assumed wasn't her virginity but her pride.
"Yes, we are" she replied, biting her bottom lip as she squeezed you tightly, sucking in your cock down to the hilt hiding the pleasure in your shoulder.
"We could save London together" you said.
"Yes" she agreed.
At this moment, the Assassin would probably say yes to anything you said. Her mind was broken along with her body. She was yours as you rocked your hips and fucked her against the table, the wood creaking with each motion you wondered how easy it would be to break. She broke first, her mouth falling open to scream in climax crushing your cock with powerful force. You rode her through the orgasm, waiting until she was trembling before pushing her onto her back to continue fucking her, placing a hand on her chest to feel her rapid heartbeat as she panted for breath. She stared up at the ceiling delirious, moaning incoherently lost in the sensations.
But then she found a moment of clarity and used it to pull you on top of her to kiss you desperately, proving she wasn't too far gone to offer some resistance. You welcomed it, even when the table broke and it sent you both sprawling onto the floor with her on top, watching her ride you like you were a horse until you ejaculated streams into her pussy. And even then you both kept going, making use of the empty train car while you had it.
Evie was asleep when you finally got dressed, her petite figure glistening in the lamps as she lay on the ground with her cloak draped over her. You looked down at her naked back and leg athletic legs, her hair loose and tangled behind her ear. She looked peaceful, content. After the afternoon you treated her to, you would hope so.
You finished zipping up your trousers and knelt over her, brushing a strand of her hair away from her neck to admire her face, counting the freckles across the bridge of her nose. You picked up the knife from the flor nearby, examining it momentarily as her neck was reflected in the metal. It just occurred to you you could end her life right now and solve a problem before it arose. But you pocketed the blade instead. You liked Evie, and she still had her uses. She and her brother would help you topple the grand master and the other Templar leaders. After that…
You gathered the rest of your things and left the way you came in, taking one last look at the sleeping young woman. It almost pained you that you would have to betray her at the end of all this.