AC Syndicate: Isolated Files [OS]

Missed Appointment - Part. 2

🔞 Warning, this short-story contains a sexual scene, but without vulgarity and/or crude language. If you are too young for this, or are too sensitive, skip to the next short-story. 🔞 [Chapter image by myself]

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The next day, 11 May 1882, the greyness of London lit up the streets and districts. The greyish light tried to enter the room in the Fryes' friend's flat. The room remained in darkness, as if the day had ceased to dawn an hour ago.

In the bed, a man was sleeping on his back, one hand behind his head, the other on the delicate wrist of a woman. The palm and long fingers of the latter largely covered the peregrine falcon tattooed on her left pectoral. Like him, she slept tightly, her body naked. Both had serene faces in their slumber. They had both spent a night driven by desire and pleasure. The tattooed man slowly opened his hazel eyes. It took him a few seconds to realise that he was not at home. But there was no reason to panic, he knew where he was and what had happened the night before despite the alcohol. A groan of well being caught his attention and made him look at the woman who had laid her head on his right pectoral, devoid of tattoos but marked by a few small scars. Moving in her sleep, the brunette — whose face was somewhat hidden by her messy hair — pressed herself against him, lightly planted her fingertips in his skin and leaned her head against his chest. He knew then that she felt good in his company, even asleep. He removed his hand from behind her head and placed it in the middle of her naked back, holding her tighter to him. Despite her torpor, she felt the embrace and could only feel another wave of well-being, which was translated into another moan accompanied by a sigh. Taken aback by this, he allowed himself to kiss the top of her forehead before looking up at the ceiling, thinking about the night before.

A few minutes later, the brunette had separated from him to sleep on her back. Her former master was standing next to her, raised to elbow height. He pulled back a few strands of hair to clear her face. He took the occasion to look at her tenderly, rediscovering every part of her pretty face. He found her adorable in her sleep, especially when she reacted to the number of times his fingertips touched her skin. Micro-smiles were drawn on her lips each time. Her face cleared, he left her alone and his gaze lingered on her half-open mouth. He wanted to kiss her somewhat plump lips, but he did not. He could stare at her for hours, he didn't mind. He didn't always get to see her like this.

In her sleep, Victoria rubbed her cheek, as if to remove something that was bothering her, then she regained awareness. She felt her body, became aware of the rhythm of her breathing. Her sixth sense told her that she was being watched, but her instincts told her that there was nothing malicious around her, not even in the eyes that stared at her. She slowly opened her eyes, as Jacob had done thirty minutes ago. The first thing she did, after seeing her ceiling, was to turn her head towards the presence next to her. When she realised it was the leader of the Rooks, she smiled.

"Hello, Blackbird," he greeted her, returning her smile.

"Good morning, sir," she replied, before arching her back to stretch her shoulders.

Something the dark-haired man appreciated, for the view was prettier. His brief glance at her small, hidden breasts had given him away. Despite the blanket, he knew perfectly well what her breasts were like, he didn't need to see them and enjoy the image he had just had in his mind. This made the brunette chuckle softly.

"The day hasn't quite started yet and you're already leering."

"You did it on purpose," he accused her in a vain attempt to defend himself.

"Liar," she smiled, looking at him intensely.

Jacob ended the eye contact just before he gently kissed Victoria's lips, she enjoyed the kiss and returned it. The brief exchange over, the brunette looked at her pillow mate.