Deadly passion (CLOSED)

I do want to" She told him with a smile as she wrapped her arms around him. "I would like to be with with you." She admitted to him smiling more now as she pressed herself agents him. The happiness she felt at this moment was almost over whelming.

Charlemagne looked up towards the loft. He stood up, and stepped towards the ladder.He gripped the hilt of his rapier and sighed."Oi,who's up there?"He inquired.Charlemagne unsheathed Jean-Baptiste and began climbing the ladder.

Timothy smiled back, and pressed hisself against her aswell, his hand on her bare back. He was, at the least, glad that she had no idea what she was doing either. He was about to say something, yet as he heard a new voice, he said, quietley to Fiona, "Do not move." He then turned his head towards the ladder, and said, "Well... who's down there? You best not come on up, for a few reasons - one of 'em bein' ye'd get yerself a Scottish foot up yer arse. Other one bein' that we're havin' ourselfs a moment.". He scowled lightly, yet, as he turned back towards Fiona, he smiled, as he kissed her on the forehead, as if saying, to stay still.

She smiled at him as she listened to what he was saying to whoever had come into her barn. She still owned the land and held the deed to it. She didn't say anything but if whoever it was that was down there came up here it wouldn't be Timothy they would need to worry about it was her. She didn't move and smiled even more when he kissed her. She really wasn't sure what she was doing but she hopped Timothy would have some idea.

Charlemagne chuckled. "The name's Charlemagne. And what's yours?" He remained where he was, rapier at the ready. Charlemagne was not intimidated by the man's threat. He'd lost most of his fear the first time he'd faced a line of British Light Infantry. Charlemagne approached the ladder, looking up. His musket was still on the hay pile.

Timothy sighed lightly, and said, "Name's Timothy Butcher. And you, are tresspassing on property, owned by this... lovely lady, right here." Timothy then realised how screwed over they could possibly be - if this man had a weapon, then it would be likely he would win a fight, for he had not even thought of bringing even a simple knife. He then turned back to Fiona, and slipped his other arm under her side, to where he was fully hugging her now.

Fiona smiled and rested her head agents him before reaching under the hay pulling a barely used bow and some arrows. She smiled and whispered. “If he tries anything use this. You don’t think I would come out here and not know there are weapons.” She spoke low enough for only him to hear before she placed a kiss on his lips.

Charlemagne kept looking up. "Well, Timothy, would you mind showing your face?" He sighed. Charlemagne adjusted his tricorn and stepped onto the ladder. "And tell me your current employment? Farmhand, soldier, and so on?" He flicked Jean-Baptiste around, and it whistled in the air. "At least you aren't British."

Timothy sighed, and said, whispering to Fiona, "Be back soon.", as he picked up the bow, and a couple arrows, and stood, only to crouch down near the lady, only showing his face - His brown hair appearing near black, and his liht blue eyes looking over the man, who was on the ladder. He then said, "Third generation of an Assassin. Technically two, if you count my Grandfather's past before becoming one." He then continued, saying, "And, do not come up. You'll get jealous." He added, with a smirk, as he went back, placing the bow and a couple arrows behind him as he laid down next to Fiona again, the bow in a position to where it can be quickly drawn. He went back to hugging her, as he kissed her back on the lips.

Charlemagne chuckled. "Assassin.... Right. I'm SO impressed." He started climbing up the ladder. "And jealous of what?" He held Jean-Baptiste ready, should the need arise. Charlemagne stopped several rungs below the top, only his tricorn showing in the loft. "You lose your fear of Assassins and Templars when you've killed men on both sides. Your threats don't scare me."

Fiona moved over to the hatch and laid so her chest wouldn't show as she started twisting nails out of the wood. "Stop and step off the ladder before I de man you." She said as she allowed the first nail to drop her hand on the other. "I will turn you into a female." She said as she started twisting the other. If this last nail fell so would the ladder. "This is my land and my home." Fiona was angry as she stared down at the man.

Timothy moved back towards the ladder, bow held, and an arrow aswell. He crouched, as to where most of his face was seen, nothing more. His eyes strayed a bit right towards her behind, yet quickly focused back towards the intruder. "Listen, this lady has any want to let that ladder fall. If she wants to, she can break your leg. Put away your sword, and go back down, and we might be able to talk." He said, as he was about to ready an arrow, yet not yet.

Lucifer Shay

"Jaysus. Leave the couple alone, Frenchie" Lucifer snarled as he emerged from a pile of hay. Lucifer dusted himself off as he made his way to the ladder. He grabbed the ladder, and pulled it away from the loft; balancing the Frenchman in the air. "Don't worry, Tim, I'll bring your ladder back." Lucifer led the Frenchman outside, and shook the ladder until the man fell into the snow.

Fiona arched her brow at the new man but shrugged. "Thank you!" She yelled after him before she went back to there pile of hay. She sighed muttering to herself about the annoying man. If he tried that again she would make sure his leg did break... both of them.

Timothy, upon seeing the man go away, said a quick thanks to the man, as he went back to the hay were Fiona was. He laid back down, and said, a small smile on his face, "So... where were we?"

Smiling she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply, her eyes closed as she pressed herself agents him. "Right about there." She said grinning as she looked up at him. Now that they were alone again she wanted to get back to what they were doing.

Charlemagne got out of the snow, and headed back towards the barn. He opened one of the windows and balanced himself on the sill as he grabbed his musket. "Mahogany." he said as he leaned back out and stood in the snow. Charlemagne started walking off as he sheathed his rapier. He adjusted his tricorn, and heard someone approaching. "And who are you?" Charlemagne said as he turned around.

Smiling again, he pressed himself against her aswell, as he wrapped his arms around her again. He slid one of his hands down a bit farther, as he brushed lightly against her, not fully going into the act just yet. He wanted to make sure she was absolutely fine. He then pulled onw of his hands back, off of her back, as he began moving his hand around her chest, as if tracing imaginary lines.

Smiling she allowed him to move his hands wherever he wanted on her. His touch was like fire and she liked this kind of heat. She slid her hands down his just stopping just above his bellybutton as she looked up at him. “I think I've been waiting for you my entire life…” She said smiling more.

Lucifer Shay

"Bah! I am none other than the dark lord! Prince of Darkness. Simply put, I am Lucifer" Lucifer chuckled as he circled the Frenchman. At the height of 6'10", his bulging muscles, his choice of pitch-black clothing, and his mask fashioned from a human skull with horns nailed to it, he actually looked like the devil himself. "Now if you so much as think of heading into that barn again... I'll cut you from prick to sternum, and feed you to the bloody wolves."

Timothy smiled, as he nodded once, pressing his self a bit closer to her. He still continued feeling around her chest, as he rested his other hand behind her. He looked a bit down at her, and said, "Same as I, to you.", as he reached the hand closer to him a bit downward. 

(...would that be a 'Fade-to-black'?)

Charlemagne whistled loudly. "Do you think you scare me? I've seen the devil, monsieur, and he is no man in costume." He adjusted his collar. "Come talk to me when you've been in a line battle."Charlemagne walked by the man, chuckling softly. His men would be here soon.

Fiona smiled looking up at him. "I want you..." She said as her hand went lower past his belt line. She closed her eyes and kissed him again one arm around his neck.


Sorry for the shortness))

(Thats what a guy says to a dissapointed prostitute)

Smiling lightly, Timothy embraced the kiss, as she felt her hand lower down - a good one. He lowered his hand down aswell, simply resting it there, as he continued the kiss she had put them in together. 

(Guess I could say the same, too. About the post, not me.)

Closing her eyes she shivered at his touch as she wrapped her hand around him, her other hand rested on his shoulder as she kissed along his jawline and down his neck. She was simply doing what felt natural to her she hopped he liked what she was doing.

Do you wanna skip to the next morning or do you wanna rp this as well?))