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The kill went smoothly. The exit did not. As you had predicted, you stood on your own skirt, scandalised a trio of dowagers by muttering "Shit" and at some point ripped one of the petticoats. All in all, a delightful evening. Now you were clinging to a trellis thick with lush green ivy waiting to jump onto the carriage roof. Except, where the bloody fuck was the carriage? Someone was bound to look out the window soon. You take a deep breath and let the cold night air calm you and soothe the rough kisses you're sure are seared into your skin.
Your ears make out commotion and shouting. The body of the expired ambassador had been discovered and you tensed reaching for the revolver hidden under the pile of skirts. Wrapping an arm through the trellis for support you take careful aim and shoot out the crystal wall lights in the room one by one. That should buy you some time and create enough confusion, you think as the yells get louder. Scanning the area quickly, you see the carriage approach and time your jump from the window as it passes under.
You land lightly on the roof and slide yourself quickly down to the driver seat, wincing slightly as you hear the fabric rip a bit more. "Where the fuck were you?" You hiss to Jacob. "Oh fuck. Henry's going to bloody kill me". You examine your clothes with a disappointed scowl, the dress is ruined and Green is going to be furious with you. Frye raises an eyebrow and chuckles at the barrage of expletives. "So very ladylike. Hope you didn't start effin' and blindin' in front of everyone".
"Can we just get out of here before the bloody police show up?" You snarl in response as the words hit a mark. Everything about this escapade has set you on edge. Your thoughts and emotions were spinning before you even walked through the door. "And I was a model of respectability and class, thank you very much", you add in a low undertone.
You get another quiet laugh in response before he chucks the reigns and clicks the horses into movement. You reload the revolver from the box of ammunition under the seat and only feel the adrenaline start to ebb out of your veins after a few streets.
"So what were you doing?" You say leaning against him and closing your eyes briefly. The juddering motion of the carriage is more soothing when you can feel cold air on your face. The tight restricted feeling in your chest is infuriating and you undo the top two stays, desperate to be able to breathe again. You sigh softly as the discomfort eases slightly allowing you to take freer breaths of crisp night air.
Up until this point Jacob had been sneaking sly glances at you but you suddenly realise he is staring at you with a naked, hungry expression. Seemingly completely oblivious to everything else
"Eyes on the road! Eyes on the road!" You snap and jerk the reins to the left sharply, pulling the carriage out of its meander into the middle of the road. You let your fingers do the talking and make an obscene gesture at a wildly gesticulating, cursing hackney driver.
"Where were you?" You take possession of the reins and decide to drive. Better for everyone's safety.
"Doing some acquisition. Just relieving them of a few things"' he stretches out languidly with his fingers interlinking behind his head. Clutching the reins in one hand you turn round and open the hatch . There are several bottles of French champagne stashed in the footwell and you look back at Frye completely nonplussed.
"They won't miss it. They'll be more concerned about a dead ambassador than some missing booze" even in the dark, his eyes glitter with mischief. "Anyway I think some champagne will round off the evening nicely".
Round off the evening? You turn round in the seat fully to stare at his handsome profile whilst he holds the reins loosely. There will be no rounding off of the evening. You want to go home, take off the stupid dress and possibly have a bath. Whatever Frye has in mind will be the complete opposite of that. Between your less than dignified escape and the general discomfort of the unfamiliar clothing what's left of your ardour has completely cooled.
"Frye. I do not want a night on the town or whatever you have in mind. I just want to take off this dress". The response is curt and acerbic.
"I want to take that dress off you too" he returns huskily, grinning at your face colouring at the bawdy innuendo you walked into.
"What do you have in mind then?" You mirror his cheeky irrepressible grin despite yourself and decide to go along with Jacobs plans.