( EVIE )

✗ ( EVIE )

She’d tied the knots with the same precision she applied to everything else, making them easy enough to unfurl; her fingers moved with nimble efficiency as they completed the task with minimal effort—retying them just as quickly before he could change his mind. Giving a gentle tug to make sure he couldn’t escape before she was ready, hum of satisfaction escaped her when they held.

“There is a time for slow and gentle…” she countered, fingers sliding down along his arm—traveling the hard ridge of his bicep. Ducking her head down, lips replaced fingers, completing the journey across his broad shoulder to his neck—favoring the soft spot just below his ear with a feathery kiss right where he seemed to like it best. “… do you want that time to be now, Jacob?”

Four days—that was how long it had taken them to obtain the measure of privacy required to satisfy their needs. Four blasted days filled with subtle innuendos dropped in mixed company—phrases that trigger sensory memories so intense they left her trembling. Four days of teasing smiles and heated secret glances—even an instance or two of outright groping when others were turned away. By the time his teasing was done even the most casual accidental grazing of his hand against hers stoked the fire burning within her to the point moisture pooled betwixt her legs. He’d gotten her so worked up she’d begun to fear she might lose control completely and scandalize all of London by attacking him on the bloody street with roaming hands and feverish, hungry kisses. It was the most exquisite torture she’d ever experienced—and she was determined to repay every single second in full.

The telltale hardness pressing against her confirmed she was off to a rousing start.

“Do you know why  I asked for this Jake? Why I wanted you tied beneath me?” she purred, trailing her lips along the strong line of his jaw—slowly working her way to his lips, but not yet claiming them. Hers hovered but a hair’s breadth from his—oh so close, but not quite  touching.  So close that it would be far easier to close the distance than to maintain it—but she didn’t.

“I intend to put you through the same delicious agony that you’ve inflicted on me for the last four bloody days—and I don’t intend to stop until you’re writing beneath me, begging for the sweetness of release.”

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♖— He let out a soft sound of relief from her touch, it was sweet, gentle and teasing but there was still a level of intimacy in it that he craved. The knowledge that she had never touched another man in such a way, with such carnal intent - moments like this with her belonged to him and him alone.  However, when her touched were replaced by her lips he couldn’t keep from making a soft sound of pleasure -- not even trying to bite back the noises, they were alone on the train, and he had a feeling she wanted to hear every sound that built up inside him.

♖— The  kisses were beautiful, they felt amazing, but the problem was -- they did nothing to relieve the pressure inside him. Every kiss made his already acute senses hyper-aware, every nerve responding to even the slight stimuli. He turned his head, trying to catch her lips as she moved -- he wanted a kiss dammit!” Point of this is what you want...” He whispered in answer to her question, licking his lips slowly as he stared up into the crystal blue eyes that had him hypnotized since birth.

♖— “ I do not know...” He murmured to her question but as she explained he let out a low groan. He remembered the last four days, yes he had teased her, had let his hands roam when no one had been looking there way, but that was because he could not help himself. His ache for her had been constant; even the sweetest smile could turn his thoughts perfectly sinful --- no matter who had been around them.” You say this like I have not been in agony as well.” He murmured, convinced he could feel his pulse between his legs.

Today Jacob mun bought herself some Evie booots.

Send “Hold still!” to find my muse injured.

Or “That hurts!” for mine to find yours.

“Did you tell her you love her?” “She knows.” “That’s not what I asked. Everyone knows. But she deserves to hear it from you.”

from an unfinished story #735 (via thoughts-into-ink)

✗ ( EVIE )

The tight band around her chest kept increasing, constricting her like a vice; for one irrational moment, she wondered if it was some sort of malady—the sort George had often teased Father about when he had a fit of temper. Across the room, he shifted—his feet shuffling on the floor as if on the verge of moving closer—it pulled her out of her thoughts, ebbing back the pain for just a moment.

But only for a moment.

Then it redoubled, stronger than before.

A whimper escaped her as she hissed out her pain through clenched teeth—thankful that his mirthless laugh covered the betraying sound of her weakness, even as she was stunned by what he said. Her eyes darted up, glistening with tears, locking on his face—and suddenly, she understood the agony she felt. Not a malady at all, just the breaking of two hearts that had always beat as one.

He’s hurting too… just as much as I am.

The need to fix the ever broadening crevasse between them welled up inside her, clawing at her with just as much intensity and demanding as the pain of her aching heart. They couldn’t go on like this… it wasn’t right. It wasn’t supposed to be this way at all—their father would be horrified to see them at each other’s throats. She swallowed hard, nausea clenching her stomach as guilt filled her mouth with an acerbic, sour taste that was bitter on her tongue.

I did this? I brought all of this into being? How could I…

Her eyes fluttered closed as she grappled with her thoughts—the how didn’t matter—not now, at this moment. What mattered was finding a solution, not worrying about the cause. There had to be something they could do—something that she could do to make things right. Something that would mend fences, relieving the heavy burden of stress and strain that was rubbing them both raw.

We could go home… just for a few days. Surely a few days wouldn’t matter…

But it would. Templar reinforcements could arrive at any moment—in all likelihood Starrick had already sent for them to replenish their dwindling numbers. And the artifact—she was so close to finding it. No… Crawley would have to wait at least a little while.

“Patience has never been your strong point, brother,” she said, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper, “but I promise you this… if you can hold out until all this is finished… I won’t rest until we’ll find our way back to what we were.”

♖— When she looked up at him with that heartbroken look in her eyes -- god it nearly killed him. He almost wished for death, knowing he had been the one to cause her that much pain -- that he was the reason for those tears that were threatening to fall. Still, he tried his best to hide his torment because he was afraid how she would react if she saw how much grief was piling down on his soul. Though why did he? It was apparent now their separation was causing her pain too, but the truth was -- he was scared. 

♖— Evie Frye had been the one person he had trusted completely, who he had thought would forever be by his side. Just now? He felt like she had left him -- maybe not physically but he still felt her absence in his life like an open wound. He had needed her because no matter how complicated their relationship was -- he was mourning their father. He was doing what he could in London, trying to help people and bring it back from borderline destruction -- all while in the back of his mind thinking that it may of not of been his methods but maybe Ethan Frye would have been proud of his progress. 

♖— Just everytime he turned around she reminded him that it was a foolish thing to believe and even worse -- making it more and more evident that she too thought him the fool. He had held her while she cried the night their father died, threw the funeral -- and now? She left him alone. How could it be possible for her to want to come back to him? When she spoke, no matter her intent -- her words did not bring much comfort to his aching heart.

♖— “ Until this is finished....” He repeated weakly as he walked over and leaned against the desk, placing his hat behind him. Did she mean that nothing would change until they had defeated Starrick? Or until she had found that bloody relic? He wasn’t sure how much longer his heart could take before it just gave out.” So you want to just go back to chasing relics with Henry in the meantime?” It was impossible for him to hide the acid in his voice because the truth was -- he was feeling replaced.

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