If I hadn’t met Shay Patrick Cormac… what would I be doing right about now? I don’t know how to answer that question truthfully, but I do know this–I wouldn’t be feeling as lonely as I did. Continuing on his path as a Templar had lead him astray from home, just as I predicted even before his delightful proposal to me all those years ago. Haytham wanted him to find the manuscript, and so he did. He left New York, its people, and most of all, me behind. Out of sheer luck, I had packed up and moved out of Fort Arsenal, noting the battle that had taken place there, it was overrun by the British. I would’ve been dead if I hadn’t given up on Shay’s return. Though, his leaving was brief, short, as if he’d just been sailing to the Atlantic. But, he went to Europe, leaving me with only his prized possessions and untouched maps. Thinking back into it all, has it really been worth it? To be here–alone? With no child to call ours? Barely a home to come home to? Has it been worth it to marry a Templar so devoted to his work? Yes, before he left, he’s been so caring, so loving in making sure I was alright. But, now that he’s gone–has been for years–all I can feel is a empty hole in his place.
The years have come and gone, and I’ve long since moved on. That doesn’t mean I broke the terms of marriage, our vows, no, I just simply don’t have the time or energy to “entertain” someone. I’m living here alone, haven’t contacted anyone close to me, the last person I wrote a letter to was Shay, and still, that was years ago. He didn’t return them after he said he’ll be traveling to Paris. I just assumed he grew uninterested or was gone. Gone. I almost paled at the thought, but I didn’t. Instead, I stared into the crackling fire, setting my knitting aside for the time being. If I were to think back, I wouldn’t want my project to be ruined because of Shay. It was a blanket, one that would keep me warm during the cold winters that were soon to come. But, it wouldn’t replace him, no matter how much I want to forget him.
Knocks at the door snapped me out of my thoughts, heart suddenly beating faster than normal. I hope it’s not one of his friends to check on me again… last time I nearly broke down when Haytham told me Shay hadn’t written to him either. Setting the nearly finished blanket aside, I stood, straightening out my dress and heading towards the front door. The knocks persisted, two, three, four, five, this must be urgent. My hand was on the knob, twisting it open and looking down at the person who…
“Shay?” I raised an eyebrow, seeing the man himself standing on the brick stairs with a large smile on his aged face. He aged in all the years he’s been gone. Wrinkles around the eyes, mouth, forehead, but he still has his looks, I’ll give him that. He changed his robes as well, the familiar red and yellow ones gone, replaced with grey, blue, and white. But, he held flowers, freshly picked I noted–was he trying to make up for leaving? As I thought of why he dared to appear on my doorstep, I could hear him walking forward, soon stepping into the doorway and pulling me into a warm embrace.
“null.” I trembled, hands gripping the flaps of his robes. His voice, coated with a thick accent, I missed it dearly, no matter how much I wished he’d stay out of my life. “I’m so glad you’re safe.” He buried his nose in my hair, running a gloved hand down my clothed back. “I heard what happened to the Fort, and I couldn’t help finding you as fast as possible.” Burying my face in his chest, I took a whiff of that scent of the sea, wrapping my arms around his back with a gasped cry.
“Shay.” My shoulders shook, relived to see him back, but… I didn’t know what happened when we pulled back. He leaned down for a kiss, but I slapped him hard across the face. Pushing myself away from his embrace, I held my hands close to myself, angry tears streaming down my face. His look of shock nearly shook me, a hand raising to touch his reddening cheek.
“Lass–” he started, but I didn’t give him a chance to finish.
“H-How dare you?” I shuddered, trying not to break down under his confused stare. “How dare you, Shay! After all these years! You come back with a cheery smile and flowers?” Puffing out
“Wh… null?” He was in shock, eyes wandering all around the hallway as he tried to ingest what just happened.
“You’ve been gone for sixteen years, Shay!” I shouted, wiping the hot tears dripping from my eyes. “You didn’t return any of the letters we sent you, leaving us worried for your safety. How could you leave me here in your shadow, while you sailed the seas with your Templar work to keep you company?” His chocolate brown eyes soon locked with mine, eyebrows raising in surprise. “Did you even stop to think about how I would feel? Your wife, Shay, with no child, no family member, only Haytham and William to keep me company in this cold house.” I’m sure my face was red by then, all I felt was pure rage, I couldn’t stop, I needed this. I needed to show him how I felt. Breathing heavily, I loosened my hair from its proper look and ran a hand through it, turning my back on him.
“I…” He gulped thickly, the floors creaking as he took a step forward. “…null, lass.” My chest tightened as I felt him take those five steps to place his hands on my arms, I stood frozen, trying to decide whether I should kick him out or… let him stay. But, I broke down, the tears escaping my eyes and falling onto the wooden floor.
“I missed you,” I whispered, trying my best to wipe my puffy eyes before turning to face him. Not having any other option, I took him by surprise by grabbing the lapels of his robes and pressing my lips to his chapped ones. I used his surprised gasp to my advantage, tilting my head to the side to gently slide my tongue in his warm mouth. He didn’t protest, not at all, his large hands casually curling around my hips and bringing me closer to his warmth. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer, never wanting to let him go afterwards. “Shay,” I whispered as we pulled back, only serving to meet halfway for another kiss. “Please… don’t leave me again.” He groaned against my lips, leaning his forehead against mine, eyes dilated as they stared into my null ones.
“Never,” he firmly stated, “never again.” It was a lie, a lie that I once again believed. I nodded anyway, finger tips trailing down his jawline before grasping his gloved hand.
“I need you, now.”
My body rocked with the force of Shay’s hands ripping the ties to my corset off, gasps of surprise leaving my lips. He kissed every inch of bare skin he revealed, leaving me breathless, shuddering in the cold air. He’s warming me up easily, helping me slide out the dress and throwing it to the bedroom floor. Then, without taking the corset off, he tugged it down enough to take my breasts into his warm and inviting hands, eliciting a shuddering moan from me. Leaning back, my head fell to his shoulder, leaving my neck open for his biting kisses, to which he happily accepted. It sent pleasurable shocks straight to my core, legs spreading wide and bucking towards something to rid me of this feeling. Sensing what I desire, he finally took the corset off my shaking body, throwing it off to the side before letting me sit on his thigh. Almost questioning his methods, it all shattered once his searching fingers found my delicate folds, a hitched moan daring to escape my lips.
“Shay… Shay,” I chanted, voice growing at a steady pace once he separated the two folds, revealing my sex to the cold air–even he couldn’t stop the deep groan, finding me wet and dripping with my arousal. “Please… touch me–oh!” He did what he’s told, and of all the times he’s touched me before, this was the one I craved the most. Turning me around so I faced him, I felt his warm lips upon my throat, thrusting two fingers into me at the same time. A sharp moan escaped me, clenching around the sudden intrusions, much to his pleasure.
“Oh, how I missed you and your sounds, lass.” His breath dusted against my neck, sending a delightful shiver through me. Though, it wasn’t his breathing, it was his words. He missed me as well. Reaching a hand down, I held his wrist in a tight grip, pushing him closer to me. “Don’t stop, let me hear you.” He twisted his wrist, touching old, but familiar places deep inside me. Shay was relentless, wanting nothing more than to see me reach my peak, for that, he added another finger, and spread them out. A gasped cry–that must be surely heard by the neighbors–spurred him on, his free hand wrapping around my chin and tilting my head to gaze down upon him. Once we made eye contact, I lost all sense of control. Clenching around him, I let out a cut off cry, feeling my limbs shaking with the force of my orgasm. He prolonged this, as he always did, and left me panting heavily in his loving embrace.
“Shay…” I whispered once again, sagging against him with my head on his shoulder. He laid soft kisses on any part of my face he could reach, taking his fingers out of my core and bringing them to his lips, sucking upon them so, I visibly shuddered. But, I placed my hands on his forearms, pushing him so he was nestled against the pillows that were neatly placed below the headboard. I’ve always showed some type of dominance in the bedroom, but Shay is a gentle lover, and he always wants to be in control. But, I’ve been without him for a long time, and I need to take what’s rightfully mine.
“null, wait.” His voice lowered dramatically, eyes wide and glazed over with lust. “Before you do anything…” He hesitated, my null orbs watching him intently.
“What is it?” I asked, running a hand through my now messy hair. His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he gulped thickly, looking off to the side. Shay isn’t usually hesitate in his words, even before he was an Assassin, he told me, he hasn’t change a bit–though a little bit more mature.
“I’ve missed you, dearly lass. And I can tell you’ve missed me as well. But, I realize now I’ve been a terrible husband. I want to pleasure you–again–I haven’t had enough of you.” At his words, my face flushed, surprise very prominent on my features. Pure honesty was what I could pick up from his voice, one that’s usually full of jokes, laughs, and playing around. Shay was genuinely serious, and I wasn’t about to say no to him.
What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t spoil my husband to death?
Leaning forward, I very gently sealed his lips with mine, accepting his generous offer. “Only if I get to return the favor at a later time.” He nodded, grasping my thighs once I gained the leverage to lean against the headboard. His arms rested on my legs, offering him the perfect way to keep me close to his awaiting mouth. I felt his warm breath against me, sending shivers throughout my body. “Please don’t tease me,” I whispered, pleading with my voice. But, just like earlier, he was serious, and he wasted no time in spreading my folds and slowly licking from my entrance to my clit. Gasping, I buried my head in my arms, eyes wide with surprise from his actions. He repeated this motion, picking up speed each time he made contact with my wetness. Biting my lip to stifle my gasps, I pushed myself to a sitting position, bucking against his sinful mouth for more pleasure, more of his wicked tongue, of his heat, anything for another chance for orgasm. We had only just begun, and already I could feel myself falling under his spell. His intentions for me to cum in his mouth, and I couldn’t help fulfilling it. His lips latched onto my clit, hard sucks bringing wails from me, at this rate, it won’t be long before I…
For the second time that night, I came with a somewhat loud cry, my grip tightening on the headboard and hearing the wood giving its protest as I leaned against it. My voice faded out until all that was heard was my panting, and the continuous slurps of him sucking out everything offered to him. I was too sensitive, and I could tell he knew that. Rubbing my shaking thighs, he pressed small kisses to the limbs, even biting my inner thighs to leave a stinging mark–not that I minded. He then pushed himself from underneath me, bare fingers sparing even the lightest touches upon my hips, trailing up to my waist while he buried his nose in my hair.
“Ready for more?” A hum left me, nodding against him.
“Yes, please.” The thought of dominating him seemed so long ago, now that I’ve came for the second time that night, I wished not to tire myself out so quickly, hoping he’d do that for me actually.
“As you wish, my queen.” Smiling fondly at his nickname, I teased him by swaying my hips, eyeing him from the corner of my eye.
“You shouldn’t keep your queen waiting then, King.” He chuckled, playfully swatting my left cheek, before lining himself up with my entrance. Spreading my legs further, I stilled, patiently waiting for him to make the final contact. When he did, I exhaled loudly, only feeling a pinch of pain from not having sex in a long time. “Ohhhh…”
“So tight for me, lass,” he groaned against my ear, grasping my hips to thrust up into me. “So wet.” Feeling the pleasure practically throbbing from my center, I clenched around him, hearing a deep moan from him.
“Shay.” Reaching back, I tangled a hand through his loose hair, trying to bring him closer. “Shay!” My moans grew louder as he pushed himself deeper within me. Even if I couldn’t see him, I felt his harsh breaths upon my shoulder, his tight grip on my hips, his balls slapping against my clit. Heaven on Earth. Shay’s back, back from Europe, back from across the seas. And he’s mine, all mine. Mine. Haytham and his Order have had their time with him, more than me, I suppose. Now, I can have him all to myself. And I won’t take it for granted.
Snapping out of my thoughts, Shay’s hand had trailed from my hips to my folds, finding my clit tucked in its hood, and rubbed furiously. “Oh, Shay!” I moaned, trying to thrust back in to him. My impending orgasm was quickly approaching, and I wish it would never end. At least, not yet. But, he was pushing the limit, and I was all too happy to have my well deserved released. When it finally peaked, a wail of a cry left me, stomach spasming and limbs shaking. He was in the same position as I, there with me. He stilled, pulling me flush against his heat and spilling within me. I’ve never felt so alive.
Now laying with his arms around me, Shay pressed gentle kisses to the crown of my head, sending small shivers through me. I love him, and I can’t let him go. So, I said it. I said it, and said it, and said it until he rested his head on mine, saying it with the most love in his voice, coated by the thick Irish accent. “Don’t leave me, never again, I won’t–can’t, live without you, Shay.” His response was to pull me closer, humming a tune that calmed both my nerves and my hatred towards the war that’s been going on for centuries. I know it was a lie, a dreadful lie that I never accepted, that he’ll soon be back on the field, making sure the world will become a better place. For now though, I’m content with him back, kissing his shoulder and placing a leg over his.