AC One Shots

Jacob

ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙ ғʀʏᴇ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Hazel eyes viewed over the wooden board. A gloved palm rested against his chin, jaw clenched in focus.

Whilst Jacob was fully devoted to the game, your gaze couldn't help but wander towards the many figures he already captured from yours. You weren't a sore loser, yet being aware of your companion winning, bugged you to a point that made your brows furrow. Maybe because you barely failed; at least not at activities you were familiar with.
But chess, that was something different.

Neither have you played before nor intended to- until Jacob appeared in your wagon and practically begged you into playing; so that he 'wouldn't die of boredom'.

Why hadn't you declined?
Because Evie had told you many times about all failed attempts and wasted hours of trying to teach chess to her twin brother. She often described it as pointless and time consuming.

No wonder you could almost see your victory as you frankly accepted the invitation.

And now you sat there and could do nothing besides watching Jacob's confident, swift movements.

He looked up, saw your dissatisfied expression and grinned. He was one handsome man, that's for sure.

"Why so grumpy, dearest friend?", amusement, happiness and glee were written all over his face. Eyes glistening like stars. "What makes you think I am?" You started to drum a tune with your fingertips. "Because you thought I was bad at chess." Chuckling. "But worse than an amateur? I'm hurt." As Jacob caught sight of your averted eyes he nodded knowingly. "Got you."

"So what if I did? Evie said you were bad at chess. An absolute klutz."

"She's my sister. What did you expect." It was more a statement than a question. "Besides, I knew you were less experienced than I am. After all those boring lessons you'd expect me to at least know a little bit. I thought I'd have the win quicker in my pocket than I run. Funny, right?"

"Funny that you think you're fast."

You reached for the king- your last remaining figure-, but Jacob stopped you. "Wouldn't do that." A glare and Jacob raised both hands in a reassuring manner. "Just saying. A tip under partners. Believe me."

"Why should I trust you after all you said?" Instead of listening you moved the king where you wanted him to be.

"Well I'm not one to complain." Jacob grasped the wooden man and dropped him next to the board, keeping eye-contact while doing so. "Checkmate."

Your jaw dropped. Silence filled the room. Soon to be broken by you furiously jumping up and grabbing Jacob's collar. "That was on purpose! A trick to get me where you wanted me to be!"

"No, it was your own choice", he calmly wrapped a hand around your slender wrist. "You just didn't listen."

First you wanted to shake him, shout at him, but then you got a grip of yourself and just looked at the man with a undefinable expression.
So much for beeing a good loser.

In all the silence you felt the rattling movement of the train. Rocking, like waves that parted under a ship's hull. And heat. It rushed trought your whole body, starting at the place Jacob held you. His grip strong and firm yet thoughtful not to hurt.

Why was he so damn confident? So damn... irritating.

"Idiot."

Jacob showed you a sweet, sugar-coated smile. "Diva."
You moved closer, felt his breath on your skin, how it was uneven; probably due to the closeness.
In a rush of emotions you leaned downwards and pressed a kiss to his parted lips.

His hand slipped of your wrist. He braced himself for everything: swearing, furious stares- but a kiss? He didn't expect that.
Hell, neither did you!

But instead of letting nervousity and shock overpower, you huffed, let go of him and crossed your arms.
"Brace yourself Mister Frye. Next time I'll win."

Said man laughed, smile as bright as the sun.

"We'll see."

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