Deadly passion (CLOSED)

(Whichever you want to - I'd leave it for you to decide. And that giant huge red message of Death almost suprised me as much as Winter suprised everybody who attacked Russia.)

We can just skip to morning lol m not big on rping that kind of stuff on a forum >.> ))

(Rightyo, ill start tapping away, then.)

Upon Daytime rising, Timothy awoken, confused as to where he was. Slowly, he remembered, as he looked towards his left, and saw Fiona, not wearing a thing, him the same. By the looks of it, she had fallen asleep. He sighed lightly, and smiled, as he sat on the blanket,  which he had laid on the pile of hay. He said nothing yet, and sat still, as he thought of the wonderful events of last night. He also decided to wait for Fiona to awaken - just so that he could make sure she would remember.

Fiona awoke to find herself in her old barn, after looking around a bit she noticed Timothy sitting next to her. She remembered what had happened that night and she felt as if she were glowing . “Was last night real or was I dreaming?” She teased as she looked up at him. The ladder had been returned and a letter was nailed to it. Fiona sat up and read the letter out loud.

"Timothy Butcher,
As promised, I have returned your ladder. The frog has been dealt with, so he won't be bothering you again. Send my regards to your grandfather. I have returned to town to assist Devin after he was attacked. We must meet up for a drink sometime.
Regards,
Lucifer Shay, Admiral of the British Royal Navy."

Timothy smiled lightly, and said, a bit of a joke in his voice, "'Course it was, 'less then we 'accidentally'  had a rustle in the hay.". He chuckled lightly, and stretched his back a bit. He looked at her, pausing for a minute, as he looked over her, as he became firm down under again. He then said, "Welp, wanna wait a bit, then head out, or just go?", as he smiled lightly.

Fiona grinned up at him from the hay “I suppose we can wait another hour or so before we head back.” She said smiling as she stood, wrapping her arms around him giving him a deep kiss as she pressed herself agents him. Smiling she fell back onto the hay pulling him with her.

As they fell back into the hay, Timothy pushed himself against her - his pride just brushing at her entrance,  as he put his left hand behind her back. Finally, he pulled of the kiss, and smiled. He looked at her, now near eye level, since they hadn't really gotten a chance to center themselfs in the hay. He smiled lightly, and asked finally, his pride against her, "...may I?".

She smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist. She gave him a kiss before laying her head back on the hay. “You may.” She said as she stared up into his eyes. Memories of the night before went through her mind which made her want him even more.

Timothy smiled back, as he looked a bit down at her, when finally, he thrusted himself into her, inch by inch. Memories of last night were flooding back through his mind, which just made him feel even better. He stopped for a moment, half way inside her, as he kissed her again, and began thrusting once more.

With each thrust a surge of pleasure coursed through her body and made her cry out with it. Her eyes were closed as she called out his name. She held onto his shoulder, her nails lightly scratching his back as she moaned.

Smiling as she moaned, Timothy smiled, as he picked up the pace, and leaned his head forward, giving her another kiss on the forehead, as with each thrust he went in nearly all the way. As the hayloft creaked, he fjrther picked up the pace, going in as far as he could each thrust.

Her moaning became louder as he picked up his pace, her legs tightened around his waist as he continued to thrust into her and she could feel a familiar pressure growing in her lower torso. The first time she had felt it last night it had shaken her to her core and she had enjoyed it. Smiling she kissed at his lips, jaw and neck softly whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

As she whispered into his ear, Timothy smiled, as he quickly picked up the pace ever farther - he felt as if they were both close to climaxing. He kissed her once more on the lips, as he kept kept tthrusting, holding it in, as he waited for her to climax, nefore he finished, himself.

Moaning she held onto him tightly as she felt the pressure rising. She held it in as long as she possibly could before she cried out. Closing her eyes she kissed him deeply as she slipped into the bliss of her climax.

When she finally climaxed, Timothy sped up greatly, and finally, when she finished, he pulled out, and came, most of his seed landing on her stomach - after all, if he didn't, it would be a lot to explain to his father and grandfather in a few months. Yet luckily, it was avoided. He smiled, as they finally stopped, and laid back down in the hay next to her.

She smiled and reached for a piece of cloth that was sitting on some old creates. Wiping herself off she sat up and sighed. “I think we should be heading back.” She said smiling at him before reaching for her leather pants.

Timothy nodded, and said, "Agreed. Lets go off to thecway to your old home.", as he stood up, and reached for his pants, putting them on, and then his shirt, then boots, and then finally, began climbing down the ladder.

After she got dressed she meet him down at the bottom of the barn and smiled. Walking to the back of the barn she keeled down and pulled open an old hatch that had been hidden under the hay. "There's a wooden chest in there. It has my weapons and some other things that my father got for me while he was out on missions... Can you get it for me?" She asked looking up at him.

Timothy nodded, as he went down through the trapdoor. He looked around, gaining hisnbearings a bit, and letting his eyes adjusting to the darkness - it took a bit, but he could, sort of, see around him. Quickly, he searched for a wooden chest, and, eventually found one. He lifted it up, and, going back towards the exit, lifted it above his head, and put it on the barn floor. He looked up, and said, "That the one?"

"Yes thats it!" She said happily as she brushed some dust off of it. On the lid was branded the symbol for the assassins on it. "Could you load it onto the wagon?" She asked smiling. Once she got it back she would show him all the treasures her father had given her.

Climbing back up from out the trapdoor, Timothy nodded once more,"Not a problem, dear. And, for our destination - are we near?" He said, as he picked up the chest, feeling as heavy as lead. He then carried it out of the barn door, and rested it on the carriage's floor.

(I made all of that Rhyme. It was such a fun time.)

Smiling she walked with him. "Actually this is what I really came for." She said as she climbed into the wagon. "I wasn't sure if it would be here or at the actual house but if you want to go all the way to the house we can. I think I would like to visit my parents graves anyway." She said smiling



Lol I bet x3))

Timothy nodded, and said, "Understandable. Would always be nice to visit the graves od a loved one.". He smiled lightly, as he sat upfront. "You can steer again - not a clue where either would be."He said, as he sighed lightly, relaxing, enjoying the day. Not like the experience inside was enjoyable, though, but stll. Inside, though, he secretely wished that he could just have that experience - to have such pleasure, for as long as they wished. Yet, he knew, that it was humanly impossible.

Smiling she drove only about an hour up a small dirt road. Soon a large burnt out shell of a house. At one time it had been beautiful. It stood two stories high and was quite large. Only a few yards away were two gravestones.

Might not be able to reply again tonight. Internet is craping out on me.))