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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]
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Connor/Aveline, gentleness
(Anonymous) 2014-02-01 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)I have a special fondness in my heart for pairings where one half is much, much larger and stronger than the other--heavy frame, heavy cock, knows how to use this body as a weapon--where if they wanted to they could do anything they wanted to the other half without fear of consequence because the other could not stop them, and both of them know this... and not despite this but because of this in bed the stronger partner is the tenderest, gentlest lover imaginable, afraid to hurt their partner accidentally. And Connor just strikes me as being this type, being that he's possibly the cutest most precious highly-trained killer-for-pay in the history of ever. So pair him with anyone who fits and give me adorbs sex, anon?
http://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1795.html?thread=8750083#cmt8750083
I kinda noticed I skipped a lot of what the prompt wanted and I'm so sorry. Still figured I'd post it instead of letting it wait for deletion since there's so little Aveline/Connor...
Re: Connor/Aveline, gentleness
(Anonymous) 2014-02-01 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)“Right now is the peak of the season Connor, I can’t fall behind on furs and leathers to tan, I really could use your help,” Myriam pleaded, adjusting the sling that held her arm and Connor winced in sympathy at the hiss of pain that escaped her.
A small smile began to tug at Connor’s lips as he nodded, and wondered if Myriam really through he would refuse her request, “Do not worry, I will help you Myriam. I shall bring whatever I hunt to you.”
Myriam grinned wide as she stood up from her chair, sat across from him, “Oh thank you Connor! Now I’ve got to go, I told Norris I’d be back right after asking you this favor and I really don’t want him fussin’ over me anymore than he already does.”
“He just worries. He cares very deeply for you,” Connor said, walking behind her and towards the front door.
When she stepped out Myriam scoffed, turned to face him and shook her finger at Connor forcing him to step back slightly, “I’m not some delicate lady, I broke my arm, its nothing compared to what you are still healing through.” After taking a deep breath to continue her lecture about her decidedly non-delicacy, she paused and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully at him. “Also, I hope you weren’t thinkin’ on going out by yourself.”
“I—I was not thinking of doing that Myriam,” Connor frowned, but the way his eyes suddenly refused to meet her own gave him away. Myriam scoffed.
“Now see here, I will not be one bit happy if that lady of yours shows up and has an ax to grind because she thinks I told you to go alone! I’ll make sure Norris tells her before you can even walk out a here.”
“Ha, do not worry. Aveline seems to know exactly when I plan to leave the house and when I don’t,” Connor chuckled and leaned against the door way. The sudden sly look and smirk that Myriam shot him made Connor furrow his eyebrows in question and slight suspicion.
“She does, does she? Well, this will probably also give you both lots of ah, personal, time with her.”
“We spend plenty of time together Myriam, since Patience decided to live closer towards the center of town.”
His confusion only grew as that made her burst into peals of laughter and nearly doubled over. It took her a solid few minutes to reign in her laughter, minutes that pushed Connor further and futher into confusion, “Oh, oh Connor! I-I’m just going to head home and let you get ready alright? And again, thank you so much for the help while I heal up this arm!”
“Very well. I shall return to you with our bounty when Aveline and I collect enough Myriam.” Connor shook his head as he spoke, knowing that even if he asked for clarification from Myriam, whatever explanation she gave him would probably just confuse him even further.
As he watched Myriam walk down the path that would take her straight towards her own home he thought back on his wording of earlier, and wondered just what was so funny that caused such laughter in his friend.
Try as he might he just couldn’t think of what it was, and with an annoyed huff he turned back towards his home and simply chalked it up to one of those strange colloquialisms that he never managed to fully grasp.
As he readied his weapons and clothes in his room he heard the deliberately loud steps on the stairs leading up to his room and turned towards the door he had left open. Sure enough, seconds later Aveline appeared.
“I heard from a little bird that we are going on a hunting trip?”
“Yes. Myriam asked me to help her hunt while her arm heals. Aveline, I want you to know that you are not obligated to come with me,” Connor said as he picked up his white coat and pulled it on. When she didn’t immediately respond he turned to look at her as he buttoned the front up.
Whatever thought had tied up her tongue was quickly set aside as their eyes met, “Mm, I hope you do not think I will let you go alone. You still can’t go for as long as you used to yet. I will go along to make sure no wolves nibble off any of that pretty face.”
Amused, Connor smiled and held out a pistol for her. With an answering grin and a wink Aveline stepped into his room and took the offered pistol before tucking it into the holster at her side, “I will ready two horses. I’ll meet you outside Connor.”
Re: Connor/Aveline, gentleness
(Anonymous) 2014-02-01 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)Connor looked over his shoulder, breathing in deep lungfuls of air. With an exhausted grunt he lowered himself to the ground and simply listened as Aveline walked towards him.
“I could have shot it instead,” Aveline continued as she crouched down at his right side. She kept her eyes on the dead bear instead of looking at him. “Instead of having you wrestle it, even if it was a terrifyingly… handsome sight.”
“Handsome?”
“Very, very handsome. Even if you nearly scared me to death!” Aveline exclaimed. To Connor’s surprise, she turned to him and leaned into him, her hand resting on the grass to his side, nearly touching him. “Does my calling you handsome upset you? You’re frowning quite a bit.”
Connor’s eyes widened as he looked at her. Aveline wasn’t touching him but he was hyperaware that she could, just a small shift in her position and she could easily do so. His mind was filled with hundreds of questions and suddenly it was too warm and he could feel the heat of blood in his cheeks grow even hotter as his eyes met hers.
“N-no! I mean, I do not mind you calling me that. I-I was just surprised,” Connor stammered as she leaned a little closer to him, close enough to feel the warmth of her body even though their clothing.
The corners of Aveline’s lips twitched and she shifted all her weight onto her left hand, leaving her right free to reach up and, when Connor made no move to get away from her touch, pushed back Connor’s hood, “Surprised? Connor, I fear that some of my intentions towards you may have been too subtle as of late. I find you quite handsome.”
Connor’s numerous thoughts came to a sudden stop at those words, suddenly all he could hear was the thundering rush of blood in his ears. Suddenly, his hand went up and closed around her wrist. With a gentle tug he managed to pull Aveline closer, her leg swiftly rising in order to straddle his legs. “Aveline. I do not have much practical experience in sex.”
The weight of her in his lap is strange, but nice, he thought to himself as Aveline settled herself comfortably. For a while she said nothing, and were it not for the arms that wrap around his shoulders, and the bare fingers that came to rest in his hair, Connor would feel worried. As it was, he felt comfortable and relaxed even if he was tired from taking down that bear, a warm feeling settling deep in his belly at the soft look Aveline gave him.
Aveline’s lips were soft as they pressed against his and coaxed his own to move. Connor could feel his heart hammering against his chest and his hands landed on her waist, squeezing slightly in surprise. Connor could feel her hands drifting across his shoulders, and it was only when he grew too distracted by the firm touches that a sharp bite to his lower lip brought his full attention back to her.
“You can touch me back, you know,” Aveline grinned down at him, her lips shiny and slightly puffy. The tip of her tongue peaked out and the warmth that had earlier settled in his stomach immediately turned into a blistering heat that spread throughout his body at the sight of that.
Aveline’s eyes widened and her lips formed a perfect ‘o’, Connor flushed deeper and before she could let out any more words, he reached up with one hand and pulled her down into another heated kiss.
They both moaned simultaneously as Aveline shifted against him, the weight of her pleasant against the pressure between his legs. "Aveline should we not move-ah-towards our camp?" Connor hissed, barely managing to get the words out since Aveline continued to roll her hips and ground against him.
"We could, oh Connor, ah, we could," Aveline moaned, throwing her head back as her body momentarily shuddered. Before he even thought about doing it, Connor's lips were pressed against her throat and he felt, as much as heard, a long string of French leave her mouth. "Mon cher, please," Aveline gasped as her fingers tangled clumsily against his waistcoat, a mangled attempt to remove Connor's clothing.
"Please?" Connor asked absentmindedly, more interested now in the taste of her dark skin on the curve of her throat.
With a growl, she pulled open his waistcoat and pushed at his clothes clumsy with impatience. Connor pulled back and with a slight huff of laughter began to help her. Soon Connor’s hands were at her hips, stroking over her dark skin and pulling Aveline closer against his hardness.
“Monsieur Connor, I have dreamt of this for oh so long, ” Aveline’s voice instantly made Connor bite back a moan, her accent thick as she said his name with a husky voice. There was a sly curl to Aveline’s lips as one of her hands settled on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his long hair as her other hand reached down between their bodies and grasped him before teasingly pressing him against her heat.
Connor’s plan, what little he’d been able to plan, had been to take her slowly. Draw out this encounter, and sate his fellow teasing assassin as well as himself. Aveline swiftly changed that plan when she angled herself above him and sank down on his cock. They both cried out in pleasure as she took him. Aveline squirmed in his lap, her now free hand coming up to hold onto his shoulder, her short nails digging into his skin as she gasped when his hips pushed up and deeper into her.
Connor let her set the pace, his hands wandering up and down her body as she lifted herself and sunk down on his cock. It was all he could do to stop himself from pushing forward, setting Aveline on her back and pressing down on her with his body as he fucked her.
A long breathy gasp escaped her when Connor’s hands rested on her breasts, small in his calloused hands and with a small smile, he dropped one arm to wrap around her waist and pull her forward, his lips pressing their way upward from the underside to the peaked nipple.
Aveline’s rhythm faltered when his tongue stroked her, his teeth teasingly grazing the soft sensitive skin of her breast.
“Connor… Connor.” Aveline exhaled, her voice slightly higher now as she neared her peak. Connor’s own moans finally answered hers as the arm around her waist began to help her speed up as he felt his body flush and his cock ache with a need for release soon.
The fingers in his hair tightened painfully and pulled his head back, letting Aveline capture his lips and muffle her scream as she pressed hard onto his cock and shuddered against him. The shock of pain was what pushed him over his peak, he finished silently compared to her, huffing her name hot against her throat as he spilled inside of her.
“You are quite warm, Connor,” Aveline mumbled against his neck, nuzzling her nose lazily against his jaw. Connor had let himself fall onto his back as if suddenly all strength had left him. Their bodies slowly cooling from lust heat. “I do not really want to move.”
“But we do have to move to camp, I am not sure how well, or how long, we’d last against wolves like this,” Connor answered and laughed softly at Aveline as she huffed in displeasure at the thought of moving.
“I shall move only if you promise to do this again soon as we reach camp,” Aveline said as she let her hands wander down his torso, pressing and feeling the contours of hard muscle before she raised herself slightly and looked down at him. Her hazel eyes were, as always, filled with a mischievous glimmer as she winked at Connor.
“The second we reach the site, Aveline,” Connor agreed, his cheeks red. With a happy laugh Aveline leaned forward to kiss him again lightly before standing and indulging in a long stretch that Connor didn’t even try to look away from.
“Then hurry! I feel like using my mouth to taste you next time,” Aveline winked down at him before turning and searching the grass for her clothing.
There were few times in his life Connor had ever dressed as fast as he did then.
Re: Connor/Aveline, gentleness
(Anonymous) 2014-02-02 08:12 am (UTC)(link)