Author's Note

I am sorry this took so long to be posted, and because I was so anxious to have this out by tonight, I made some changes to this chapter.

First off, the naughty scene will be in a mini chapter which I will publish tomorrow, I was trying to finish it tonight but my mind was fried, so I need a little sleep to recharge!

I listened to Practice by Drake for this chapter, for a suggestion!

Please continue to let me know what you think, constructive criticism and all! I hope you enjoy and continue to return for Liete and Edward.

The lack of guards and servants meant that the torches and lanterns that adorned the manor had been left unlit, and yet Edward, still with his forehead placed gently against Liete's, managed to guide his feet perfectly up the hill and to its vast French style doorway.

Spookily quiet and dark, only snippets of the foyer were bathed in moonlight, the very heavens themselves seemed to follow the couple as if lending their light in whispers of what was to come.

Edward with a gasp of air for the effort managed to pull his eyes from the now quietly smiling Liete, to find the staircase and nearly dashed to it in anticipation.

He'd tried, really he had, to be faithful to his promise, true to the words he'd spoken in front of the priest and to his wife, and maybe just maybe Edward would have been able to convince himself that it was out of love that he had attempted to do so, if he not felt the cold surge that pulsated from Liete.

Edward for all his faults had a sense of honor, and although it wasn't something he would ever speak out loud, let alone think of often, it was an ever present edge at the back of his mind.

Selfish and driven, if he saw a prize worth the thought, it all but consumed him. That ideology was his compass in life. Hidden even from himself was the knowledge that once acquiring the very thing that consumed him, the thrill faded and he was left empty once again. First a head hand at the local farm, marriage to a woman two years his senior who had been so out of place in the tavern he'd seen her in, a privateer, and now his goal for the Observatory had consumed him anew.

Yet with all these things he had achieved and tucked under his belt in life, all seemed like boyhood aspirations now that he had set eyes to this prize.

Amusement pierced the lust that pumped through his veins, as he nearly shook his head in thought, turning into the long hallway at the top of the stairs which at the end held Liete's quarters, or prison.

Not a prize, Liete isn't something to be won or achieved, she is the very sun above, to simply be and appreciated. Never one for being a damned poet, Edward reached the door, and in exasperation cursed the door that separated them from the bed inside. He could feel the very physical ache in his chest at the thought of releasing Liete for even a moment.

Liete, now with the ability to create thoughts that spoke of everything but her lonely anger, had a very new thought. One that she'd instilled in others many times, and now felt like a dagger sliding between her breasts to slam into her chest. Liete thought, and knew, she was suddenly very afraid.

Afraid. What an odd thought to have, Whispered through her mind, as she remained limp in Edward's arms as anger and annoyance played across his features, attempting to decide what was a better action, letting her to the floor, or simply trying to open the door with his arms full of her anyway.

Her mind turned on itself, and she concluded rather quickly, she had every reason to have the feeling in this particular evolution of events.

Funny that a ship of pirates, and the killing of the men of this island hadn't stirred even a blink from her eyes, but sex. Sex she herself had given consent to, and initiated. She hadn't feared the Captain's visits, they'd left her feeling hollow with hate practically oozing from every particle of her being. She'd taken his acts, his abuse, and his use and turned it into hate for the ability to come and go, for his freedom to do as he pleased, as if she was nothing more than a handkerchief to wipe his hands on and toss. She'd accepted in her powerlessness that she had drawn this lot, but had let the bitter anger consume the very subject of sex.

With her mind breaking free from the very prison of such anger, and her madness free to roam through every and all possibility, Liete had felt powerful, as she imagined the Captain had, at being able to make the decision to take a part of Edward from him. Now as she neared the cultivation of her actions, Liete now felt the heat of fear like a drop in a calm pond ripple through her.

Liete knew nothing of sex freely given, knew nothing of the taking, and with bold words she'd ensured her fate. She wanted Edward, in the way that she wanted him to be out of control as he was after she'd flattened him only minutes before.

Liete figuratively was a virgin to the subject of sex, and its repercussions.

Edward, slowly lowered his arms, Liete's body sliding against his own to place her soft leather shoes against the wood, allowing her to stand freely. He felt her absence like a loss of breath. Without the ability to breathe, Edward scrambled with the door handle to shove the door and with a soft creak of hinges that had seen much use that very day, the dark room opened before him.

Reaching for Liete once more, he found her once willingly soft body, stiff and unresponsive to his hands sliding across her waist attempting to full her back to his hips.

"There is a dead body at the base of my bed, Master Kenway." Her words were mere whispers that seemed as if the very ocean spray had stolen them as they were uttered.

Glancing to confirm the reality of her words although his nose had already done the service for him, Edward raised an eyebrow as he looked to Liete's eyes which had stilled their swirling and sucked in a shallow breath. Liete no longer held eyes of morning dove feathers, now in their place it seemed as if the very fog that had been constant had suddenly disappeared leaving her pools of black night.

Edward pulled away only far enough so that his fingertips still touched her hips, and tried to understand what had happened in the space of a door opening that had changed the fire that had been ever present between them.

"Is this another moment of madness that I have yet to encounter? I confess I'm having trouble keeping up with you l-"

"You've managed well enough, circumstances only seem to cloud your way. I'll take my leave back to the ship, Master Kenway if you care to stay here, your bed fellow may attract flies." Liete made a small side step taking her waist back from Edward's fingertips, leaving her momentarily stunned as the fear that had slowly crept throughout her body was able to take a firm hold of her entire body, the buoy of his touch now gone by her own doing.

It took her entire being, and every part of her valleyed soul to hold back the shaking breath that burned at her lungs, begging to taste fresh air as she turned quickly, her shoes making the lightest patters against the wooden hallway, and then the staircase leading to the landing of the manor.

Coward, you face death, but refuse to face a phallus. She might have smiled, maybe even chuckled to herself, but felt the fear tighten its fingers within her throat once more, and she struggled within herself to understand how to handle this new frontier she was faced with.

As she exited the manor into the warm crisp hair, she could feel the ability to gasp return, and with it opened her lips and rasped a poor excuse for a breath into her lungs that felt bruised and battered.

Placing one hand against her rib cage which her corset pinched against relentlessly, and slowly stumbled towards a large bell post that had been used by the guards to signal the rest if something or someone was amiss. Reaching the large wooden post, Liete turned herself, placing her back against the solid and cool sensation of the post, and took another bruising breath.

Edward had instead of chasing after Liete, which seemed to be happening to many times in one night for his liking, moved through the cloud of death that had taken over the once delicate room, out to the widow's walk, the scene of the beginning of what he'd hoped would come to fruition at that moment.

Yes, instead of chasing, Edward tried to pretend he had some semblance of self-control and watched the moonlight manor's façade until Liete pushed through the front door, stumbling just slight enough that he could hardly detect it.

The pull was deafening, as if a rope now wrapped around his very heart, yanking and fighting his mind to send him jumping from his perch, to claim the woman who had dangled herself like a worm on a hook. She'd wanted a beast, a howling animal, to paw at her feet, begging and taking, and now, well now the only thing that kept Edward in the appearance of a man was that he still stood on two legs.

Suddenly from below, Liete gasped roughly, one of her hands grasping at the bottom of her rib as she shuffled with more effort than he'd seen her do, well anything for, towards the bell post, her skin practically translucent, reminding him vaguely of a white jaguar he'd seen upon first coming to the West Indies. Stark and beautiful, able to become deadly in the blink of an eye. and this particular Jaguar, he slowly realized within his own rushing thoughts, was wounded.

Moving with a steadiness, and purpose he felt only when he thought of the Observatory now, Edward vaulted over the side of the widow's walk, stepping carefully over the roofing tiles towards a tree whose limbs were placed specially for him, and extended well above Liete's head. With each step he felt his insides heat, a haze slowly creeping over his vision, Liete's body now a bright red beacon in the night, as he jumped expertly his hands making contact with the stiff wood and with less effort than a sigh from his muscles, hauled his body to hover the branch like a bird.

A shiver ran down his back, and Edward hyper focused on Liete's form, his breathing quieting, as he stalked his prey from above, waiting for the weakness that the killer inside ached and craved as the signal to attack.

Liete, unlike the nearly countless bodies of her guards piled down near the shore, could feel the moment Death had entered into the Caribbean air, and with his appearance on the scene she felt the clawed hands recede to nothing and the cool indifference and peaked interest slide back into its rightful place.

Dealing with life seemed too much for the nearly newborn Heiress, but faced with the opposite lulled her into a calm that resembled those kissed with death themselves.

Not a coward, human. I am human. Whispered words passed behind Liete's eyes as the fog rolled through her returning pitch to silver, and she used her shoulders to push her into a standing position once again.

A small lilt returned to her lips, causing a thin line of dark red to form on her bottom lip, the night air drying quickly and easily.

Well, for a few moments at least.

Liete reached with the hand she had kept against her ribs to her skirts and softly gathered the hem of her gown, and with years of training that had been grueling and nearly sadistic, sauntered forward with the walk of a lady, a courtier, a Beckford towards the Jackdaw, knowing her Death would follow close to heel.

Acting out of fear was only human, she'd concluded with a few breaths of fresh air. She'd been born in an age and time where her body, her mind, her soul was up for men's consumptions. For their pleasure, pain, plans and schemes.From the moment of birth she'd never been in possession of her own self, and it'd been made clear with every evolution of her life. She'd been given to torturous tutors to become a lady, she'd been given to the court of His majesty as new meat to be fought over and traded, and she'd been given to the West Indies as a prisoner, and she'd been given by circumstance as a lover to a dead man.

She'd understood that as a woman it was expected to be as good as cattle and although her anger and bitterness was never shadowed, she'd learned from her first years to banish any pain, any hurt from this circumstance.

Liete simply needed to be a woman of her time now, even though her faded emotions were now wreaking havoc in her soul, a new world was opening before her, and although Mad Liete had already made her entrance as something powerful, now she needed to believe it.

The first step would be by taking her womanhood back.

Passing the scuffled dirt where she'd lain Edward out flat, Liete rolled her shoulders slowly, releasing one side of her skirts, she let her fingers graze slowly against the skin that ran from her neck to her collarbone as her pulse drummed against her skin, warming her ever so slightly.

Still the moon shone, as if her silent guardian, leaving Liete to walk calmly in the darkened plantation as the wind brought a soft tune sung by one of the slave woman from the bonfire off on the sand of the coast.

The only beacon in the night, was helpful in that it warned as to where the others had all gone, as Edward followed Liete effortlessly moving through trees, and bushes her form never dimming in his mind's eye leaving him half crazed.

Edward Kenway was no longer in this reality, he'd been replaced with the sensation of the Hunt, of shadows and whispers in fear. A sensation that he'd only felt escaping hurricanes, lying to powerful men, and following the most powerful woman he'd ever seen.

His mind hardly registered that she'd led them to his ship until she'd taken her first step on the long plank that she'd graced once already.

The leather heel of her shoe gave off a small tap, going through him like a shot, and Edward let out a feral growl that resonated deep within his chest. The clearing filled with the sound, and the red of Liete's body shivered, and Edward stepped from the Button Bush he'd slipped into and began a top speed run, right at Liete.

Knowing the chase had come to its conclusion, Liete took into account that the only other soul upon the Jackdaw, with a lantern which seemed to flicker with the same exhaustion as its carrier, was at the prow and far off.

Stealing herself, she whirled around, her gown falling to hug her ankles and feet as her hands reached to her chest where a small bow held the gown in place over her petticoat, corset, and pantalets.

Crotchless pantalets.. Giddy with the implication over a piece of clothing that had been created mainly so she'd be able to actually go to the bathroom with some dignity with all the skirts and such, turning into something wicked put a small devilish smile of her own across her face.

Within moments, as she'd anticipated she found Edwards form sprinting towards her, muscles from work rather than vanity strained against the ill fit of his robes. His eyes were set and forward, a predator focused on its kill, his legs clearing the distance in large gulps.

Liete tugged at the bow, and the gown loosened around her waist and shoulders as the plank gave a treacherous jerk. Stilling her muscles as to remain on the board, Liete hardly had a moment to compose herself before Edward was scant meters from her chest.

Human, decent for only a moment, Edward stopped from grabbing Liete and taking what she had offered and let out a hard ragged wanton breath giving her a silent out.

He'd never forced himself on a woman before, and he wasn't going to start now although he drank in her loose gown that now fluttered in the wind slowly working its way down her shoulders and chest showing the top of her corset, and small handful of breasts that were constricted almost painfully.

Animals didn't have words, and so it was up to Liete to remain verbal and with the wicked smile still present, Liete reached to place a palm on the collar of his jerkin-like vest and tugged bringing his chest o hers as the waves crashed against the shore beneath their feet in time.

"A successful hunt, now to our feast."

With another growl, Edward's hands shot forward and jerked at the grey gown sending the garment to Liete's feet leaving her open to his devouring eyes.

Although still covered, seeing the petticoat and corset hugging Liete's curves drew the last straw for Edward as he returned his hands to their rightful place on her hips and shoved her chest into his own, her breasts hitting him with a shiver and a moan from Liete as his lips caught her own with no hesitation.

Using his sheer mass, Edward refused to unlock his lips from her own as the calming sensation of sharing began anew, had them entwined and moving backward slowly towards the deck of his ship.

After a few steps, the gown was lost to the wind having dislodged from her feet and fluttered into the surf, putting up a struggle for a few moments before being swept underneath and disappearing into the darkness of the ocean.

Liete felt the fear trying to claw its way back up from her chest, and as she sunk into the warmth that was only describable as the very essence of a storm that made up Edwards soul, she let the winds of him sweep the fear back into its cage, and fill her completely.

Edward's hands suddenly tightened and she felt her feet leave solid ground, and yet still her lips remained his, only his.

With a jerk, Edward jumped the small distance of the plank to the deck of the ship with his eyes closed, his other senses guiding him. His arms held Liete to him as tight as he could possibly make them, and yet it didn't feel tight enough.

Her body was cool to the touch, but as he sampled her mouth the fire that had always been present in his soul started to spill into her, and with it she began to burn. Burn, he imagined like a star did in the night sky above them.

"Captain..?"

The disbelief was thick within the Spanish accented voice, and Edward couldn't have pulled away from Liete if it had been His Majesty himself.

Liete wiggled her hands that had been trapped to Edwards's chest the moment he had pulled at her and tugged viciously at the red sash that held his entire ensemble close, making it nigh impossible to remove.

The Spanish voice that had attempted to interject itself into their world fell away, as the man it belonged to shuffled in red faced embarrassment back to the prow of the ship he once came from.

Neither soul, now one, didn't give one ounce of notice to the interruption, simply content in being lost within each other, as both bodies angled towards the large double doors of the Jackdaws Captains quarters.

Disclaimer

I do not own Assassin's Creed, any of its variations or characters.

I do own Liete, and her instanity, and that is all.