AC Syndicate: Isolated Files [OS]

Sweet Night

🔞 Warning, this short story contains one scene of a sexual nature, without vulgarity and/or crude language. If you are too young for this, or are too sensitive, skip to the next story. 🔞

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The two Assassins boarded the train at Whitechapel station. They both had smiles on their faces because of the evening at Robert Topping's fight club. They had been supporting one of the Rooks there who had been unbeatable for some months. As they went to the car that served as Jacob's room, the two Assassins debriefed on their excellent evening.

As they continued to chat, they finally entered the dark-haired man's room and both removed their gear, which they placed on the already messy desk. Jacob slumped into the sofa after taking off his shoes while Victoria continued to make herself comfortable by untying her hair, continuing the conversation almost alone. With his arms resting on the back of the grey-green sofa, he silently contemplated the brunette shaking her hair with copper highlights. Her body was enhanced by the backlighting created by the oil lamp in the office. Despite her rather masculine outfit, Jacob guessed her shape and looked at it with tenderness.

After taking off her shoes, Victoria realised that the Assassin's hazel eyes did not let her go and understood immediately why she had no answer from Jacob. With a shy and slightly mischievous smile, she asked him what he was looking at as she removed the top hat and placed it on the desk. She knew his eyes were not innocent.

"Nothing at all," he replied, snapping out of his thoughts.

The dark-haired woman then sat on his lap, her legs on the same side, and wrapped her arms around his neck. One of her hands caressed the few hairs falling on the back of his beloved's neck. Jacob closed his eyes, appreciating the gentleness of his companion's gesture of affection.

"Strangely, I don't believe you," the Londoner smiled mischievously.

"And you're absolutely right," he replied with a smirk.

 Jacob brought his face close to Victoria's and kissed her tenderly. Then he pulled the bottom of her shirt out of her trousers to run his hand underneath and caress her skin despite the little freedom the blue jacket allowed. With a slight smile of satisfaction, the brunette enjoyed the warmth of Jacob's hand and unbuttoned his jacket to give his partner more freedom but also to encourage him to continue. This done, she resumed caressing the Assassin's brown hair, who had understood the message very well. He continued while kissing her lovingly.

Closing her eyes to better relish the Frye twin's lips, she returned his kiss with a little more passion. She slowly ran her hands over the Assassin's cheeks before sliding them down his neck. Then one of them unbuttoned the green jacket before going for the first buttons on the shirt. Their kiss began to become slower and more intense, but still tender. Each time their lips parted, the lovers gasped for breath. Again, Victoria interrupted the kiss for a few seconds to sit opposite Jacob, her legs on either side of his. Then, kissing him again, she removed her partner's coat, who let himself go despite his response to the kiss.

With his coat off, he held her a little tighter, desire beginning to build as she massaged his left pectoral. He also removed her coat and the shirt she was wearing, her jacket coming off in the process. He then discovered the undershirt that highlighted the chest of the Londoner. The latter stopped kissing him to catch her breath, but especially to finish unbuttoning the shirt which still covered Jacob's tattooed chest. Meanwhile, he couldn't help but nestle his face in the brunette's neck and kiss her delicately, smelling her scent every time he lifted his lips from her skin. The tender kisses and the brief breath of the dark-haired man from Crawley in this very sensitive part made his partner shiver, which obliged him to slow down in the unbuttoning.