Heavy breathing... Sweat dripping... Sweet aroma filling the air as the feeling of lust grew deeply within them. Rose couldn't believe how breath taking it was to kiss the man she longed for. The warmth of his cheeks and the roughness of his five o'clock shadow as she cupped his face. The feel of his soft, thick tongue taking control of hers as though he was devouring her. The firmness in his grasp on her as he pulled her in by her lower back with one hand and the other lifting her leg, pulling her up against him.

Their lips parted for a moment before reconnecting again within seconds, just craving each others taste and feel. As their kiss felt endless, Jacob pinned her against the closest wall, her legs wrapped right around his waist as her arms were wrapped around the back of his neck, neither of them stopping for breath. After several minutes of tongue ties and heavy breathing from excitement, they parted their lips once more. Jacob rested his forehead against hers, both of them calming their racing hearts as they paused for air.

"My apologies..." Jacob chuckled faintly, "This is usually nothing like me, Rose." The man looked at her with a look of slight embarrassment.

"I should be the one apologizing, Jacob." She giggled, her face turning red as she freed Jacob from her legs, standing tall, straightening out her dress, "This is certainly nothing like me either, but..." She paused, a little flustered to admit the truth.

"But...?" Jacob questioned, slightly concerned of possibly hearing the word regret leave her lips.

"But... I'm very..." Rose looked down, trying to rid the feel of embarrassment to complete her sentence, "I'm very glad my courage gave me strength to do something I have longed to do." She looked up at him with an amiable smile as her cheeks were covered by blush and her ocean blue eyes twinkled from the light of the moon radiating her beauty.

After hearing such words hes never expected to hear and viewing the sight of beauty he has never witnessed before, his stomach flipped and was filled with butterflies. He didn't understand himself because Evie still appeared in the back of his mind. The young man closed his eyes slowly with a pained grin, trying to erase the thought of his sister before opening his eyes to see the woman who obviously cared deeply for him. Jacob bit his bottom lip as the feeling of discomfort hovered over him, making him feel as though his heart was being torn in two by the cause of his bitter longing for Evie and his pure liking for Rose.

The young man grinned at the young lass before placing his lips softly on hers, "As am I, Ms. Rose." He spoke in a rasp tone as he was inches close, preparing to dive in for another passionate kiss, "As am I." Jacob held her in his arms as his lips met hers again, exploring each others mouths slowly and smoothly, loving every bit of it.

Meanwhile...

"Ugh... my aching head..." Evie woke up, clenching her head as she slowly got up, "Where's a water jug when you need one...?" She whispered to herself so her migraine wouldn't get any worse, looking around for a glass of water.

She didn't see any in her room so she continued to walk down from boxcar to boxcar until she reached her brothers room, seeing a nice, big, cold water jug on the desk near his bed. Evie scurried to it and poured herself a glass, chugging down the water, parched, as though she hasn't drank for days. The young woman sighed deeply, slowly feeling better, though still tired from the eventful day.

Evie sat down on her brother's bed, lost in deep thought, soon examining the room, seeing everything in the same spot as she last saw. A faint grin came across her face as she placed her hand on his bed, feeling both softness and firmness on his mattress. She could smell the scent of citrus left behind from the cologne she recalls getting for Jacob on their nineteenth birthday. The young woman was amazed he still had some left over and even continued placing it on himself after all these years of separation.

A deep sigh escaped as her eyes continued to wander. Evie noticed some things were added to his room. She never expected to see bookshelves in her brothers room. She never even imagined his room be filled with books. Alcohol, yes. Weapons, most definitely. But books... she never could see the day. The young woman laughed, wondering what has changed this man the passed years. She shook her head, clearing her mind as her eyes continued to look around.

Evie began to question herself if he ever received the letters she sent to him. As her eyes explored more of his room, searching for the letters she sent him, her eyes landed onto his desk, seeing piles of paper scattered, but no letters from her were found. While she continued to search, she chuckled lightly as she shook her head, thinking to herself on how her brother is still lacking on organization. She examined the whole room, putting her eagle vision to use, soon spotting something shimmering from the light, her eyes were led to a small book that had the name Jacob Frye written in the front.

"Oh? What might this be?" Evie questioned herself, opening the book mindlessly, "A journal...?" She felt guilt arrive once her eyes began to read the first page without any thought given.

July 17, 1866

Things have been quite hectic lately. I never expected London to be filled with so many crimes. Evie and I have been forewarned several times, but of course, neither of us cared nor listened. As to be expected, the fights are tiresome, but most definitely worth it. Just to be able to see the innocent citizens smile and sigh with relief as we save each and every one of them that are in need brings a smile to our faces. Though from the different classes I see in these cities, I feel pained, but in time I know Evie and I will cleanse this place and make it a safe haven for everyone here.

July 18, 1866

Today was like any other. Well... more or less. Evie had to clean up a mess I will admit I created, but I will never admit it to her face-

Evie giggled to the thought of his facial expression as he wrote that.

I do feel bad whenever I make things more problematic for my eldest sister, but I just don't know how to plan things out as well as her. I do admire her willpower and intelligence which is what always continues to inspire me to improve on things. I do of course find it a bit boring. Alright... VERY boring, but I know in time my views will change just like Evies.

Evie skipped a little further in the book, her curiosity getting the best of her.

August 4, 1866

It was quite heartbreaking today... I never expected to feel such sharpness in my chest before. It felt sharper than when I've gotten stabbed by a damn blighter. I find it quite odd of me to be in shock after finding out such news many would find magnificent. It never crossed my mind that feelings such as this would ever occur to me. I never knew the feel of love would be this painful. What a mockery of me to think of something so ridiculous as this. Sod it... Sod everything...

"What the hell...?" Evie began to question herself, "Isn't that... the day he found out about the engagement?" The young woman spoke lowly with shock, "Please don't tell me..." She read further.

August 18, 1866

Well... today's the day my nightmare becomes real. Quite a dreadful day I wish would never exist, but alas, not all wishes come true. What a fool I was to think I'd have a chance. A chance to win this womans heart. What in the world has turned me into such a despicable man? Why, oh, why did such feelings come admist? I guess it's time for me to attend a celebration I feel I'll regret attending. I will admit, I wish Henry didn't request me to attend, but for the things they've both done for me the passed years, how could I not? Well... time to let go of the woman I'll most definitely miss.

"That's the day I married Henry..." Evie gasped, her heart pounding from her sudden countless assumptions.

August 19, 1866

I wish I had the courage to be upfront and honest with my sister like I did when we were kids, but... after seeing her in her most happy of days, how would I have been able to tell her my true feelings? I feel if I did, it would ruin everything... and that is something I dread to this day of ever happening. Seeing her beautiful eyes become watery or fierce. Her pale pink lips curling into a frown. Her pale skin turning even paler as though death warmed over her. That is a sight I would never want to witness in my life. So to be honest... even though regret will continue to weigh down on me, I feel the choices I have made were for the best. If not for me... then at least for my loving sister...

Evie's heart became heavy after reading such words. The young woman felt as if a bail of hay fell right on top of her. She continued to the next day as her hands began to shake by displeasure and disbelief. As Evie was about to read the next page, she heard a familiar voice which made her jump, dropping the journal after hearing the voice head her way. The voice was closing in on her that she quickly shut the journal and set it back in place, preparing to run, not even noticing the journal fell to the floor by the cause of her coat. The young woman bolted towards the other side, unwilling to face her brother after reading his journal, but as she ran to the door she tripped over a rug. Evie panicked to where by impulse, she rolled under his bed, covering her lips, trying not to make a peep.

All Evie saw was her brothers boots near the bed. The young woman wanted to confront her brother on what she has read, but she didn't know how. While Evie was building up the courage to roll out from under his bed, thinking of an excuse before beginning a lecture, she stopped. She heard a woman's voice along with her brothers. A voice she was oh so familiar with. And that voice belonging to a woman Evie still found no fond of. A light groan left her lips by accident, but was not heard by the cause of unpleasant noises Evie did not like hearing.

"God how I wish I did this long ago..." Jacob spoke huskily in Rose's ear as he gently brushed her cheek with his.

"You and I both, Jacob." Rose giggled lightly, her eyes filled with lust as they stared deeply into each others eyes, their lips just barely apart.

Rose was straddling Jacob as he sat down on his bed. His lips planted on hers, slowly meeting her tongue with his as she grinded against him. Heat was arising both of them as their excitement continued to escalate. Their faces flushed by arousal as their hands traveled the others body, beginning to just rip each others clothes off, leaving only their under garments on.

Jacob was in a complete daze as his body took full control of his actions. His mind was a complete blank to where everything was a blur. The young man tasted every bit of Rose's mouth, faintly tasting the sweetness from one of her famous hard ciders. Jacob was intoxicated not just by the taste, but by the feel of this young woman before him. His lips slowly parting from hers, travelling along her jaw line, his tongue soon gliding down her bare neck, reaching the nape of it, his teeth gently clenching on her skin, making her moan lightly.

As the young man made trails of hickeys on her, showering her with kisses, one hand cradled her back while the other held onto her leg, placing her on his bed as he hovered over her. Their lips met again, increasing their feel of pleasure every second. Jacob's hands began to explore Rose's body, the straps of her chemise sliding down, hanging loosely, exposing her bare chest. The young man's lips trailed down to her breasts, nipping gently on one of her nipples with his lips, soon sucking on it, his tongue swirling around her perked up nipple, while one hand teased the other, leading Rose to arch back with a moan of pleasure. Jacob rose his head, looking at her with a look of longing before diving in for a deep and sensual kiss. His tongue breaking in between her lips, encountering her tongue, practically begging to taste the sweetness from her again.

Their body's grinding against each other rhythmically, Jacob's bulge continuously growing, begging to come out. Rose shivered with thrill as she felt his big, warm hands slide their way down her waist gently, slowly slipping her out of her under garments as his lips travelled behind them, exposing her whole body. He looked up at Rose with a smirk before he slid his tongue out, gently licking the slit before slithering his tongue inside her, gliding up between the lips, reaching her clit. Rose gripped onto the sheets as her eyes bolted shut, light gasps escaping her lips while arching back. The way Jacob licked Rose felt mind blowing to her as though he was craving every bit of her. The young woman gripped onto his hair, while grinding against his mouth. She craved him. She wanted to be devoured by this man. She longed to feel his touch that she pulled him up towards her, kissing him with full force as she wrapped one arm around the back of his neck while the other rested on his shoulder, pushing him gently for them to switch positions so she could straddle him again to grind against his big bulge that exposed his want to have her.

Jacob sat up, pulling her head towards him to kiss her again just to show how much he wanted her. They held each other close to where it looked as though they were glued to each other. Jacob trailed down to the nape of her neck, biting into it, blending the feel of both pain and pleasure. One hand slid slowly down between her breasts, passing her torso, instantly petting her gently with his fingers before sliding his long, index finger inside her, hitting her chambers, before adding another finger, expanding the lips for preparation. Rose gripped tightly onto his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. Their minds both becoming completely blank as their body took full control of their actions, leading them both to the feeling of bliss.

Four Years Ago...

It has been a year since Evie left with Henry, leaving Jacob behind. The young man was no longer the same. He tried to distract himself with his gang which helped for a short time. His work which helped most times. His associates which kept him distracted easily. His allies which made his terrible days feel decent. His assassinations which helped him get rid of his anger. Alcohol which helped him forget most of the things hes wanting to forget, but only for a period of time. Gambling which distracted him for the time being. Fighting which increased his strength and released all of his frustration. He even went to brothels to get rid of his loneliness. And he even got to the point of where he began to read and write just so he could keep himself level headed which increased his intelligence and wisdom. It was certainly something he never once thought of doing in his life willingly. Hes kept his life busy with all of those things, but nothing helped, especially not the letters he received from his sister. He wanted to read them, but he knew in the back of his mind that it would just make matters worst for him. As time passed, he always ended his days at Rose's bar, just hoping to keep himself together.

"Another shot please... along with a glass of bourbon." Jacob sighed deeply, staring at the empty shot glass, lost in thought.

"Something on your mind you'd like to talk about, Mr. Frye?" Rose questioned, pouring him another shot, then pouring half a glass of whiskey, filled with concern.

"Hm? Oh... everything's fine, Ms. Moore." He looked up at her with a faint grin, trying to hide his pain, "Just another stressful day at work." He lied with a chuckle.

Rose stood there, staring at him with a look of disbelief, knowing flat out he was obviously lying, "There's no need to lie, Mr. Frye. I'm one that never exposes ones secrets." She placed her hand on his, looking at him with worry, "Please... at least rely on me for once so you don't strain yourself to the point of exhaustion." She gripped his hand tightly, begging him with the look of sorrow.

He stared up at her for a few seconds before looking down. Jacob didn't know where to start. His emotions were overflowing to the point of contrition. A deep sigh escaped his lips before he looked up, seeing a beautifully saddened woman before him who obviously cared for him a whole hell of a lot. His guilt grew as he noticed he was unintentionally spreading his feel of pain on to a woman who has helped him through his struggles the passed year. As he saw a tear leave one of Rose's eyes, sliding down her cheek, he stood up and locked his lips gently with hers. He backed away slowly, trying to process what just happened at that very moment. Rose stood there, speechless, as Jacob looked down, sliding his hand out from under hers.

"M-My deep apologies, Ms. Moore..." Jacob placed money on the bar, grabbed his top hat and covered his lips with one hand, "I... I should go..." He turned his heels and rushed out of the bar, climbing his way up the rooftop so he didn't have to deal with what he just caused.

After that small incident, he didn't return to her bar and avoided her as best he could. He drowned himself in work, books, and anything else that came into his life just to keep his mind off of both Rose and Evie. The thought of those two women kept getting in the way of his work to where he felt he should just up and leave London, but he couldn't. He couldn't leave his friends nor the people that always counted on him, so he beared the pain.

Present time...

"W-Wait... wait, wait, wait..." Rose gently pushed him away, separating their lips, "We... We shouldn't..."

"P-Pardon...?" Jacob questioned, perplexed by the sudden halt, "Did I do something wrong...? May I ask the reason for you wanting to stop?" He held onto her arms gently, surprised and concerned from what just happened.

"N-No! No, no, no, no! You didn't do anything wrong! From what I just experienced, you are a God in bed!" Her face became flushed by embarrassment as she just noticed the words she spit out, tensing up while trying to move forward on the reason, clearing her throat, "It... It's just... since your sister has returned, I feel this is too much and too soon for you."

Jacob tried to stop himself from blushing as he tried to erase the compliment Rose gave him so he could focus on her reason, "You think I'm a God in bed?" But he failed.

"Jacob!" Rose gently hit his shoulder, covering her reddened face, "That's not the point!"

"S-Sorry, sorry..." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head, "I just... never expected to hear that since all we've done is fore-"

"Jacob! Really?!" Rose's face became hot as he continued on about the compliment.

"R-Right! S-Sorry, sorry..." Jacob held up his hands, surrendering, "But... why would it matter that my sister has returned?"

"Jacob... just by the way I've seen your sister look at you and the times we've spent together before she's returned, there is clearly some unresolved tension going on between you two." Rose began, "And... I don't want to get in the way of whatever is going on in your life. I don't want to make matters worst for you." She sighed deeply, "I'll wait for you as long as it takes. So please... clear things up so you don't suffer anymore..." The young woman looked into his eyes gently, covering her pain with a small grin as she cupped his cheeks, "I want to see that same charming smile I saw when you first arrived at my bar. I want to see those same gentle eyes. I want to hear that joyful laughter. I want to see the real Jacob Frye I fell in love with years ago."

"Y-You fell in love-"

She silenced him by placing her index finger on his lips, "Please... just keep in mind I'm always here for you whenever you're in need of help." Rose smiled gently, "And please remember, no matter what happens... my love for you will still be lit even if we go our separate ways at one point or another."

Jacob felt a twinge in his heart once she said that. He didn't know what to say, so all he did was nod and smiled faintly at the young lass. Rose kissed his forehead gently before standing to get dressed. Jacob stared at her, admiring her figure as his face became hot by the sight of her. As her kindness warmed his heart, his feelings towards her began to slowly grow. While those feelings grew slowly, the other part of him pulled those feelings back, tucking them away. Jacob was irritated by the mixed emotions that at that moment, he knew what he had to do...

Meanwhile...

From what Evie just overheard, she closed her eyes tightly, tears running down her face as she covered her mouth, holding in her whimpering. She was awaiting for the train to stop so Jacob and Rose would leave the room to give Evie the chance to slip out of the room, fleeing the scene she wished she never witnessed...