Deadly passion (CLOSED)

Fiona was awoken by the owner of the inn banging on the door telling them it was time to go. "What a pleasant man..." Fiona said in a groggy voice, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. She looked out the window seeing it was at least ten in the morning.

Upon hearing the banging on the door, and Fiona leave his arms, Timothy sighed, and, checking his pocket clock - the time being 10:37 - he sighed, and said, walking up behind her, [color=#999999]"We best be getting dressed."/color], as the owner began ceasing the banging on the door.

She sighed and sat up before grabbing her cloths. She had been having such a nice dream about her and Timothy and wasn't quite ready to get up yet but she had to. After getting dressed she ran her fingers through her hair giving it a quick brush. "Should we get something to eat here or Should we eat the rest of the food we brought with us?" She asked as she stretched.

Timothy shrugged, as he looked over towards her, his clothes now on. He sighed lightly, and said, "Lets eat what's left. Got a feeling a decent amount of people heard us last night.", as he picked up the chest from the corner. He turned back over towards her, and said, "Can you get the door, please?"

Smiling she opened the door for him. She followed him and opened the door to the tavern open again. When she stepped outside she saw someone digging in there wagon. "Hey!" She called startling the boy who had been digging in there supply of dried meat. She limped over and pulled him out. The boy looked scared as he looked up at them. This was his first time stealing she could tell. She was a thief herself. The boy struggled and kicked her in her wounded leg which caused her to shout in pain and fall to the ground.

Upon seeing ner fall as the boy kicked her in the wounded leg, he dropped the wooden chest, and, walking around Fiona, grabbed him with both hands around the scruff of the neck. Lifting him lightly, to where the boy just barely touched the ground with the tip of his toes, said, "...If you as so much as look at her wrongly ever again, I swear, you will never steal again -", as he pushed his self a bit closer to the boy - seemingly his late-mid teens -, and said, "...because you won't have your hands.". Fo Timothy, it was not the stealing that had angered it him - it was when he kicked her in the leg. Walking back a bit, next to Fiona, he began helping her up, eyes on the boy aswell.

She grunted as she stood holding her leg off the ground. "Its ok. I scared him thats all." She said as she watched the boy bolt. She felt sorry for the kid he probably had nobody. "Help me into the wagon please." She said as she held onto his arm for support..

He sighed in agreement, and said, "I know, it's just... very protective of ya.", as he lifted her onto the seat, and climbed past her, sat on the other side. As they began riding out of town, about an hour out, he had a bulge yet again. He had been thinking of a fantasy - her atop of him, while he drove. His imagination was very extensive - nearly to the point where he it seemed like visions, yet more so like false ones,

The kick to her leg had caused it to start bleeding again so she wrapped a piece of cloth. She had noticed the his bulge and arched her brow."What are you thinking about?" She asked smiling at him. She wouldn't mind stopping for a bit for a break.

Timothy sighed lightly, and said, "Ah - just something my mind wandered off to. My imagination, well, its almost extensive as, well, visions. Yet, since I thought of them, its more so false ones. Like... Its as if I can just... see the event... in my end, as if I looked at it in person. Was wonderin' if it was possible to, like, drive, yet be in the position we were last night.", as he looked a bit to the left - nothing. He then looked back towards, her, and said, "What d'you think? Would be a bit different, and, if we come 'cross any Redcoats, would be a bit awkward for them to talk to a man with a woman on him.", as he chuckled lightly, listening to the clops of the horses as he waited for her to respond.

Fiona blushed bur smiled at the same time. "I would be willing to try that." She told him. She reached into a small bag she had brought with them and pulled out a skirt, slipping the skirt on over her leather pants she was able to slip them off out from under the skirt. She reached over and opened up his pants still blushing she reached inside, wrapping her hand around his shaft pulling it free from his pants. She couldn't believe she was going to do this but eh. Ducking under his arm she kissed him before lowering herself onto him moaning as she dose.

Being ever so glad that the path was straight for quite some time, Timothy sighed in relief when his member slipped in - the position they were in was nearly the same as last night, yet feeling different due to the scenery. Even more glad that the horses walked on their own, he let go off the reins for the horses, as she was on him. It was a bit covered, yet, if somebody was, for whatever reason, really focusing, could see his shaft ever so lightly when she was higher up. Since he felt as if he didn't just want to sit down, he held lightly onto her waist, he began thrussting aswell, going a little bit off the seat with each thrust, yet just barely  - he swore he saw a extremely small blotch of bright Red in the distance, yet it was probably just an apple tree in the distance. Probably. He did not really care, however, for he was much more focused on the thrusting.

Fiona noticed nothing as she moved her hips. She closed her eyes moaning a bit louder with each thrust. She was unaware of everything but him and was completely dependent on him alerting her of any trouble they might run into. Soon she once again began to feel the pressure building and soon she cried out with climax her body shaking violently.

As she cried out in climax, Timothy continued thrusting - the cariage seat creaking with each time he landed again from the thrusts.  He smiled up at her, now thrusting much more forcefully. He did not have a clue as to where he will disperse his seed once he's done. The ground? The carriage? Where?

L-let me know when your close... S-so I can get off..." She said through moans of pleasure. The more forceful he got the louder she got until she was almost screaming. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.

As some pressure began building up, he started slow down, and said, "N-Now... I'm pretty near.", as he slowed down to a stop, and pulled himself out. He could either leave himself unfinished, or he could, once again, do so manually. He was glad she spoke up - he probably would have continued, being so caught up in the moment,

She smiled as she sat back in her seat. She loved the feel of him inside her it was like an addiction. Smiling she waited for him to do his thing so they could be on there way once more but she had to wonder what else he could fantasize about.

As she sat back down, Timothy did the same thing he did last night - except, instead of one her, it was simply shot off towards the side, on the ground. Nobody would find it there. Sighing in relief, as he went phlaccid again, he put it back in his pants, and took the reins again, ushering the horses to go somewhat faster. It seemed that it was good she had not noticed later - for ten minutes later, they began riding up towards the town again, and they might of been seen if she saw any later,

Fiona sighed when they got back to town as if she were sad. She had enjoyed his company alone alot perhaps they could think up excuses to go off alone.


sorry for the shortness >.<))

(No probs. Had to catch up on my show anyways - I missed atleast half a season, AND the first few episodes of the new one.)

Timothy looked over to her when she sighed. He relaxed lightly, and asked, "Somethin' wrong?", as the sounds of the town went along - clips and clops of horses, the bustling of people, and the small marching of small groups of patriot soldiers, the so called 'Minute Men', as Washington had put them. He couldn't blame the man - it was easy to say, and it rolled right off the tounge.

(Also, if you want to know - I'll give you a small couple hints and clues as to what the show is, in PM, if you can be sure to keep a secret.)

Smiling he shook her head. "No I just kinda wish we could have had at least one more night alone." She said still smiling. She glanced around watching the people as they went about there own business. She was happy to be back though a hot bath sounded lovely and she couldn't wait for that but she did like being alone with Timothy.

Timothy sighed lightly, and said, "Ah, yes - all good things must, of course, come to an end. Wouldn't experience the struggles in life for having them all the time. After all, we would have to be immortal to do such.". They rode in silence, and, in half an hour, they finally reached his house. Timothy dismounted, and, lettig the horses out of the binds, he went to the back of the carriage, and retrieved her wooden chest. He then waited for her, as he stood at the door.

Fiona climbed down and limped over to the door. The boy who had kicked her had caused her quite a bit of trouble though she hadn't complained the whole way she had been in pain. She opened the door for him before making her way to the sofa where she sat, her hand on her leg.

As Timothy went to set her chest in the room, Damian sat up a bit, looking to see what was the problem with her leg. It did not seem like much, so he simply just said, "How's the trip, Fiona? Get all y'need?", as he looked away from what he thought was a much worse wounded leg. It was astonishing, considering his age - Damian Butcher, tallest man in his prime, born in Scotland, became an Assassin in the West Indies with help from two of the greatest Assassins to date, and was extremely old. After all, he was born in  1690. He was, what - Eighty? Eighty one? He lost count. All he knew, was he did not have much time left on this planet. Five, Six years, tops.

"The trip went well and yes. I got everything I needed and I brought something to share with you all." She said standing up and limping over to the wooden chest. Pulling out the bottle of wiskey he smiled and limped back over to Damian. "Timothy said you would like it." he said sitting down next to him. "Is something bothering you?" She asked tilting her head.