Exposed
(So, CONNOR FINALLY BECOMES A MAN. SEX WARNINGGGGGG.)
Annie stared at Connor in horror. He found it hard to look back, guilt rising in his chest: he should have told her sooner.
Last night Achilles told Connor that he had put it off long enough and that he needed to tell her. Connor agreed, it was best she know the truth. Even though she already knew the Templars were bad, it was only to a small extent. He didn't want to over expose her to everything. But there was something that he had kept from her, and it was evident she didn't know.
"When I killed your father, I discovered a note. It was a letter to Charles Lee about a plan."
Her eyes were wide with sadness and surprise. She tried to stop her lip from quivering.
"It was a plan to kill to George Washington."
Achilles had let him tell her this in peace, and retreated upstairs, still listening to their conversation.
She looked at the ground. "But my father- he- he looked up to Washington, took orders from him. I-I don't understand, I thought-"
"George Washington is an obstacle to them. He is siding with the patriots, which are growing stronger gradually." Connor tried to explain.
"I have met him, Washington. Nice man." She says with a sad sigh.
Connor nods, "Washington was made Commander-in-chief, which was what Charles Lee was in line for. It was a plot the whole time. If Charles Lee had been promoted to Commander-in-Chief, this war would have already been won. The Templars would have almost full power. I am guessing Charles Lee holds a personal vendetta as well. They only joined the Sons of Liberty because of the power they could have. They took orders because it was getting them closer to goal. Though I do not see myself as a man for his group, I know Washington is better than Lee. "
She looks back at him, "I understand. I just- I cannot comprehend. I always thought of my father a noble man, not one who would murder a man he took commands from." She took a deep breath and leaned back against the chair.
"I have been looking for leads for the past four weeks, and found only false starts and dead ends. I intercepted the letter, delaying their knowledge and plans. But I do not know how long it will pull through; they will pick up the plan eventually. It is only a matter of time."
"You plan to save George Washington." She stood up, "I wish too as well."
"He is our strongest ally." He states before walking down the hall and onto the porch, and she follows behind.
Meanwhile Achilles was writing a letter to man who just might be able to help.
…
Connor stands at the carriage's door, helping Achilles in.
"Are you sure you do not want anyone coming with you?" Connor asks for the seventh time.
"As I said before, there is no need to babysit me; I am just going to the doctors. I should not be gone for more than a day or two, so don't muck anything up boy, you too Annie!" He says to both Connor and Annie, who was standing at the door laughing.
Connor nods, "We will be here when you come back."
"You best be, I will also be looking for a tailor to make armor for Annie. Tell her that."
Achilles hired a man, due to his old age, to drive the carriage for him. It was too hot for the old man.
When he rode off, Connor returned to Annie, who had sat down on the stone stairs.
He sat down beside her and she smiled. "He will be fine, don't worry yourself."
Connor agrees, "He is also out to find you a tailor."
She smiles excitedly, "Wonderful!"
A thought struck Connor, concerning her fighting skills. "Have you ever shot a gun before?"
She smirks, "My father showed me how to shoot a blunderbuss when I was ten. I can work anything from a flintlock to a musket. I… may not be the best shooter, I'm best with my swords." She winks, "I think you know that."
Connor swallows thickly, yes I do.
Annie grabs his hand and stands up, pulling him with her, and leads him inside.
She had a suggestive smile, and knew what she was going to pull.
Achilles noticed his affection towards her. He caught them caught them kissing on multiple occasions, but never said anything, only shaking his head. He agreed their relationship was a big step in becoming man that couldn't be taught, but that Connor should be weary.
Yet Annie herself seemed satisfied with their relationship thus far. They had been stuck in a house for a little more than four months, training together. At first it was kissing, but anyone could see how it escaladed. It grew to touching, but never too far. They didn't want to insult the old man.
So when Annie led him the kitchen, and sat on the table, pulling him between her legs, he wasn't surprised.
She licked her lips and leaned into him. Her arms wrap around his shoulders, and she leans in to whisper in his ear. "Looks like we are alone…"
He pulls at her hips, pulling her closer to him. Connor would be lying if he said he never fantasied this. He longed to be intimate with her. She would flirt, nearly driving him crazy. He had been with a woman before, but it wasn't nearly as sensual. His experience couldn't compare to what she made him feel. Annie was a tease, but she wanted him, and for that he was grateful.
Though Connor wasn't a virgin, he also wouldn't say he was an expert, and he knew where this would lead. He was a little nervous. He didn't know how many men she had been with, how skilled. Nor did he care, that was her past. This is now.
Annie's light kisses down his neck pull him back from his thoughts. Her small hands were pulling at his coat, but he stopped her.
"Let us move upstairs," he says as even as he can.
She smiles, quickly jumping off the table, and grabbing his hand. They walked up stairs, and Connor shut and locked the door behind them.
When he turned around, Annie had already taken off her corset. He was pleased with her eagerness, and set out to match it.
He walked over to her rapidly, pulling her into a hard yet passionate kiss. She grabbed at him, slightly opening her mouth more to deepen their kiss. Her hands roamed over his chest and abdomen.
Then she pulled back, undoing the clasps of his intricate armor. He lets his coat and leather binds fall to the floor, and she works down his shirt. She kisses his chest as she goes along, letting that too fall to the floor. She brushed one hand against the tented area, earning a sharp groan from him. Running one hand back up his abdomen, over the trail of hair leading into his pants, she comes to kiss him again. Connor takes the chance to gain control, one hand tangled in her hair, the other loosening the ties at the back of her dress. She grinds her hips into his, biting his lip as she pulls away.
She steps back, almost up against the bed, and lets the white dress slide down the contours of her body. Connor watched as she becomes exposed, naked breasts, the figure of her waist, and prominent hips covered by lacy underwear (which he didn't know she had) made his mouth water.
Her boots were long gone, and Connor bathed in the sight of her beauty. Her hair cascaded down her back, and her lips were swollen from their kissing. She approached him again, pulling him into a kiss as Connor's hands roam all over her. They snaked around her back and down to her butt before moving to her chest. Connor then pulled away to kiss down her neck, and she feels the tip of his tongue teasing her smooth flesh. Her fingers entwine in his hair, and pull his head up. He straightens, and she lightly pushes him onto his bed.
She leans over him, hands raking down his muscled chest and down to the hem of his pants. Unhooking the strings holding his boots up, she pulls them off him. Next go his pants, he swivels his hips to help pull them off. Then her hands are on his hardness. The only thing that lies between their flesh was his underpants. But she aimed to tease a bit longer.
She knew male anatomy well, and she made that fairly clear. She palmed at his length, while the other hand went to press down in his stomach.
She crawled over him like a minx, smiling at him. Her hand went down to squeeze his balls, and his lip twitched, trying to hold back a groan. She pulled down his briefs slowly, observing his assets as she freed him.
Needless to say, she wasn't disappointed.
She pulled his underclothes completely off before bringing her attention back to where he wanted her. He small hands rub up his thighs as she lowers herself on him. One hand grabs his shaft, and she kisses his tip.
He swallows hard, resisting his urge to grab her hair and push her onto him. He feels her tongue glide up and down his length. She sucks his tip, and dips down lower. Connor bites his lip and leans his head back, bathing in the pleasure. Her hands moves with her bobbing, and gradually grow faster. Her tongue presses firmly underneath his throbbing head. His hips jerked up, accidently forcing himself deep into her throat. She lightly grazed her teeth against him as a warning. One hand went to cup his balls, and she felt a strain and a groan. She pulled away from him with a wet sound. Connor sits up, looking at her. His cheeks were red, and his eyes a bit hazy.
She gives him a naughty smile. She sits up and climbs on top of him. She moves to take off her panties, but Connor's hands push hers away. He slides the laces off of her curves. She pulls away and stands up, letting the last piece of clothing fall to the floor. Connor groans, his nether regions still pulsing from denied release. He stares all over her, his breath catching in his throat. She then crawls back on him, grinding her evident wetness against his hardness.
He groans again as she kisses his chest.
His hand roams down her back lovingly, "You are beautiful," he mutters.
She licks the space between his shoulder and neck, humming a thanks. Her hands move between them, grabbing his length. He suddenly grabs at her forearms, pushing her forward.
Connor sits up and looks her in her eyes, their chests touching.
"Let me please you, like you did to me."
She knew what he meant, and smiled as he pushed her under him. She could tell he was nervous, and she didn't blame him.
"Don't worry," she as he places himself on her. "I'll teach you."
He nods tensely, but starts kissing underneath her breast. He was determined to get it right.
He kissed a path down her stomach, his hands moving to her thighs and giving a gentle squeeze. Annie looks at him, leaning against perched pillows. A hand entangles in his now loose hair, encouraging him on.
Connor feigned confidence, looking back at her, hoping not to make a mistake.
Pulling apart her thighs, and settling between them, he kissed her mound. He was still looking her in her eyes as her breath hitched when he ran his tongue up and down.
Connor had never done this, but he took note in everything. He noticed every time his tongue hit a particular spot her leg would twitch and her gripped tightened on his hair. Moving all his attention to that spot just above her slit, pressing his tongue to bud and making circles. Her hips kept jutting up, and he took that as a good sign.
He began sucking and moved a finger to her entrance. She was moaning his name, practically begging for release. Gently, he eased a finger into her wet heat. He could taste her, she was sweet yet tangy, something he could easily get used to. Connor then added another finger, loving the way she would try to grate her hips into his face. Both of his arms were snaked around her thighs, holding them apart to keep them from clamping around his head.
"Curl your fingers," she moaned quietly.
He did just that. He was a bit surprised when her hips sprang up. He kept sucking on her bundle and curling his fingers into her. Her moans became higher and the little spasms now larger.
Connor didn't want to indulge her, treating her just as she did to him. He was still straining as he quietly rubbed himself against the blankets to ease it.
When he pulled away she shot up, grabbing his face and pulling him into a deep kiss. He kissed her back, one hand squeezing a breast and the other flat against her stomach.
Her breath was heavy, "Take me," she whispers shortly.
Who was he to deny her?
He grabbed his length, and rubbed it into her slit. Parting her lips and pushing in just a bit before pulling out again. He loved the sensation of her on his most intimate part, and wanted to linger in the sensations.
But he got a frustrated groan from Annie, who had other plans. She pushed at his shoulders, rolling on tops of him. She grinded into him, smiling at his disgruntled yet satisfied expression. One hand grabbed him, placing him back at her core. Annie eased down slowly, eyes shut. One hand was on his chest, the other on his thigh.
The feeling of her wet tightness enclose around him was nothing he could compare to. He had to restrain himself from pushing all the way into her, letting her adjust to his girth. If she had been with other men, he wouldn't have noticed.
She starts twisting her hips while moving up and down on him. He thrusts his hips up to meet her already fast rhythm. His hands move to her back, pushing her down, and their chests touching. He wanted charge.
One arm wraps around her back, holding her down. While the other goes to her butt, squeezing the round flesh. Pushing her legs up and his apart, he rams into her. Seeing him so primal got Annie off. She didn't expect him to be dominant in bed.
Annie was moaning loudly, and his grunts got huskier. He feels a small hand slide between their bodies, rubbing at her sweet spot. It turned Connor on even more to feel her touch herself. He pounded into her faster and rougher; earning gasps and moans from the woman on top of him. There was a familiar straining in his balls that was almost sudden. He cried out, eyes shut tightly as he pounds furiously. He almost didn't pull out, but he thankfully managed. She pulled off of him, hips moving away as he finished on her stomach.
He was embarrassed for finishing before her, but she led him to a quick solution.
His breath was still labored from his orgasm, but she moved his hand between her legs once again. Slipping two fingers inside, curling them inward, just as she liked. She was still straddling him, grating her hips on his hand while she began to rub herself again.
Connor stared at the sight of her, his free hand moving her pinch her rosy nipple.
She began frantically rubbing and humping his hand. She was wet; he could feel it being rubbed into his abdominals. Her moans suddenly became loud and she squeezed her eyes shut.
Her hips shot up, pulling her hand away, making it rest on his chest as she leaned over. His hand was soaked, not just from her orgasm. She rode out her last waves of euphoria grinding against him before falling against his chest, exhausted.
She curled up against him after cleaning both of them off, whispering praises that he ate up. He held her naked body close to him, smelling her.
The sky had turned from sunny and blue to cloudy and stormy. Connor knew Achilles wouldn't be home that night, knowing rain was only half an hour away.
They talked a little after that, about sensual things before she drifted off into a nap, curled up against his broad chest.
Connor thought to himself. He could say this is not love, not yet. He settled with himself that it was lust, but that he could trust her. He didn't know if this was a onetime thing, or if it would revolve into a bigger thing. He couldn't read her mind, he couldn't determine her true feelings like he longed to. To be honest, Annie confused the hell out of Connor. But he didn't bother himself with that. Letting himself drift off with her, he was happy to wake up with her still in his arms.
He felt something in his life become filled. One of the holes he tore from himself when he was just a child had been filled. He found a small resemblance of temporary peace.
And that made him confident that Annie was here for the better in his life. He didn't need Achilles to tell him about the hardships they will now face. He felt a binding with her, not just from the intimacy. No, but also how she had sworn to him and herself to fight with him. For him, even if she would be fighting the Templars. It gave him hope.