AC Syndicate: Isolated Files [OS]

Good Morning

(Chapter image by me)

The day dawned on the shining city that was London, whose factory chimneys were already belching smoke as black as coal. The capital of England was painted an orange colour, with a slight touch of pink on the thick clouds that covered the sky. In the boulevards and streets still in darkness, the first carriages and carioles began to be pulled. Every shopkeeper opened their stalls and groceries while the children who distributed newspapers cleared their throats to warm up their voices to shout the day's headlines. The reality of life was simply taking its course again, after a few hours of respite and dreams.

In the City, the sun's rays, still orange despite the golden hues, penetrated a bedroom with burgundy tapestry and amber floral patterns. As they touched the edge of a large bed whose coverings matched the colour of the walls and the caramel brown wood of the furniture, a man turned to the woman he was sleeping with and sighed after a deep breath. Under the sheets, his arm passed over the waist of the woman who accompanied him into the world of dreams, then he held her tenderly against him. The lovely brunette he had cuddled moved her head slowly, keeping her eyes closed. Despite her sleep, she had felt the tender gesture and unconsciously smiled slightly, giving him a serene look. They were now both sleeping in spoonfuls, their slow, even breathing perfectly synchronised. A breathing harmony.

A few moments later, the darkness of the night began to disappear in the room, now illuminated by a golden light, gently caressing the face of the brunette whose bare arm was outside the blanket. She turned to lie on her back, her forearm resting on her stomach, while the man slept on his side, facing her. Her dreamworld companion's eyelids slowly opened, allowing the daylight to illuminate his hazel irises. He blinked to adjust to the brightness of the room and to wake up. He took a deep breath and slowly expelled the air from his lungs, letting out a soft moan as he stretched his shoulder blades back. He then raised his arm and bent his elbow to massage the back of his neck before yawning. A deep sigh from his bedmate, still in the dream world, caught his attention. He raised himself slightly, elbow deep in the mattress, and looked at her with a tender smile.

The sun partly illuminated the young woman's brown hair, giving copper highlights to some of her messy locks. It had to be said that the night spent with him had been rather agitated and passionate. The smile of the dark-haired man widened a little while the tenderness in his eyes intensified. His memory replayed the superimposition of their hearts and the melody of the sighs of desire. As he rested his eyes on the brunette's naked upper chest under the blanket, his lips remembered that he had tattooed and left invisible traces of a few sweet bites, intoxicated by her natural scent. Despite the tingling that began to invade his bent arm, he rested the top of his head in the palm of his hand and continued to gaze dreamily at the brunette. It was not his habit to stand there and admire a woman sleeping beside him. In fact, unlike his previous conquests, this one had something extra: the heart of Jacob Frye.

In her sleep, the woman he had climbed to climax turned her head towards him and swallowed before exhaling and continuing on her way alone into dreamland. Then he saw the jugular take shape under his skin. With his free hand, he couldn't help but run the tip of his index finger, then the other fingers, over the thick vein that distorted the delicate skin of his neck. The sleeping brunette pressed the top of her head briefly into the pillow, thinking in her sleep that the touch of her lover was a discomfort, or a simple sensation caused by her deep rest. He stopped, not wishing to annoy his sleeping beauty any further. But he was not going to let that happen. He wanted to touch her, to take care of her.

He pulled back a strand of copper hair that had fallen on her cheek, placing it back with the others. He took the opportunity to caress her hair in the same delicate way. The palm gently touched the cheek as the fingers sank down and mingled with the long hair. He remembered then that he had done the same thing that night before clasping them to seal his lips with that of the woman who made his heart beat. The memory of that intense exchange was accompanied by the woman's sigh of well being, enjoying Jacob's fingers venturing into her messy hair after stroking her pale cheek. Despite her sleep, she knew it was her lover watching over her. It was instinctive.

Seeing the smile this provoked, the Assassin continued. He even decided to caress the young woman's neck again, daring to place his fingertips on her skin a little more. The fingers followed a line from the collarbone to the shoulder, which he caressed with his whole hand. The invisible trace left by this gentle gesture made the brunette shiver. She loved to feel the soft ardour of her lover running over the parts of her skin. As for him, he enjoyed seeing her in this state. His hand placed entirely on her cheek, he leaned a little closer to her to place his lips delicately on hers. It was time to return to reality, to their love bubble. She let him do so before responding to the kiss in the same way. He interrupted the exchange and watched her open her big brown eyes. With a big smile, he said to her in a soft voice:

"Good morning, Blackbird."

"Good morning, sir."