It was pouring with rain outside, but I didn't care, I just needed something refreshing. I walked all the way down a set of stone stairs, into a part of the garden where there was a large fountain, with benches around the outside, and I sat on one of them. I tilted my head upwards, and let the rain fall on my face.

"SAV!" I heard my name being yelled from inside the house, but I ignored it.

"SAV!" the yelling came closer, and I looked to see Fabricio at the top of the steps, "come inside, its cold and wet." I could see he was freezing; his hands were tucked under his armpits to keep them warm, and he was hopping from leg to leg to try and help his blood flow.

"You go inside, you're cold, I'm fine out here."

"Sav," he came down the stairs towards me, "you aren't useless, you are absolutely amazing, we wouldn't have been able to achieve what we did without you, and I know you are upset about not being in the final battle, but the only reason it happened was because of you. You aren't useless. I promise."

"How can you say that? The people who were on your side were because of a coincidence. I happened to kill some people they wanted dead, big whoop... it is literally my fucking job. I didn't do it because I felt bad, or I thought it was 'right', I got told a name and a location, given a file, and I shot. It just so happened they were useful in this one situation." I pulled up my knees so my feet were resting on the bench, and my knees were by my face, and I hugged my knees, burying my face in them.

"Sav, they did it because they liked you, they loved you, and they believe in you, meaning they believed in me. Yes, okay, the reason we had the first meetings were because you killed people they wanted dead, but the reason they became allies was because of you, and your kind heart and warm self."

"What the fuck do you mean kind heart? You know nothing about me!" I cried.

"I do, Sav, I know you," he declared.

"I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM!" I shouted at him, "I have 6 passports, all with different names, but none of them my own, I have different birth certificates, fake results letters and diplomas, fake parents, fake families, everything. I'm not even speaking my own language right now, I barely even think in my own language. I have never felt warmth, I have never felt happiness, all I know is murder, and death, and fighting, and I'm not even good at that anymore. There isn't a single record alive that actually contains my real name in it. I don't know who I actually am, so how can you know who I am? Tell me, please, because I call bullshit."

"I don't need your birth certificate, or full name, or a passport, to know who you are inside," he ran over to me, grabbing me by the shoulders, "I know you are inherently good, you are caring, and I am madly and deeply in love with who YOU are. You could have a million alias names, but it will never stop the real you breaking through the cracks." Fabricio put his hand on my chin and made me look in his eyes. "Maybe you don't know who you are, because you have been running for so long, but I do Savannah, and I can help you find yourself, just let me..."

I broke away from his hold and walked away. "There isn't a magical wand Fabricio, I cannot just magically feel feelings I have never felt in my life. How would I be able to differentiate between them anyway. How do I know whether I'm feeling love, or just happiness, or joy...? How do I know if it is real? Feelings make an assassin weak!"

"I don't know, but you have to trust me, and you have to work with me, please, Savannah, I am begging you, stop running away from your feelings... I know you feel something inside for me, even just the tiniest thing. I'm not expecting you to suddenly turn around and love me, I know it will take time, but I am willing to give it time, if you are willing to put in effort. You can't run away forever!" he yelled over to me.

"Why do you care if I run away?!" I shouted over to him.

"Because I love you!"

"Not good enough."

"Because you make me a better person."

"Selfish, and not good enough."

"Because I need you!"

"Selfish again!"

"Because... I want you."

I think I was about to do something I may regret later. Or maybe I wouldn't regret it. Maybe it was something I should've done earlier. I had no idea.

I ran over to him, and grabbing his face in my hands, I pulled his face to mine, smashing our lips together. He hesitated for a second, then joined in. Our wet bodies clung to our wet clothes, which clung to eachother. He put both hands on my hips, and pulled my body closer to him, as we passionately kissed. His lips left mine and he ran kisses over my jaw, and neck, then came up to nibble my ear, causing me to moan out loud. He pulled me away from him, and just looked at me. I looked back up at him; water was running down his face, dripping out of his hair and dripping off his nose, but he looked so fucking attractive, and even though freezing water was falling down my body, I felt warm inside. Were these feelings of love? I didn't know, and I know I have to work on it.

"I do feel something for you..." I started, staring into his mesmerizing green eyes, "I don't know the name of it, but you make me feel warm, and you make me feel tingly, and safe, and comforted and wanted. I know you are a special person to me, in a different way to how I feel about anyone else, friends or family. I am also very attracted to you. I don't know if that is love, or lust, or a crush, or what that is, but it is a start, and I am willing to put in the effort and give it time... give us time."

He stood staring at me in disbelief, as if he was in a dream, "you don't know how long I have wanted to hear you say that." He pulled me in closer and began kissing me again.

I put my arms around his neck and jumped up, wrapping my legs around him, and he held my butt to keep me up, carrying me back into the house, kissing most of the time, except a few times where he had to see where he was going. He carried me all the way to his room, and stood me up. 

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I ripped his t-shirt in half, and traced my hands over his impeccable abs, and he ripped my t-shirt. His hands slowly moved to my ass, which he used to move me in closer to his bulge, and then one moved to my breast. I had no bra on, so he didn't need to remove that, and instead broke away from the kiss and started sucking on my nipple, which felt so damn good, and I moaned in pleasure. He started sucking on my breast, then my collarbone, then my neck, ravaging it and leaving lovebites in his wake. As he did that, my hands moved down and I grabbed his bulge over his joggers, causing him to moan. I began to undo his trousers and I pushed them down, grabbing his hard cock that sprang out with my hand, skin on skin. I moved down so that I was on my knees, and looked up at him, he nodded for me to go on, so I took it in my hand and licked up from the base. When I got to the tip, I put the whole of his large throbbing manhood into my mouth, deepthroating it. I used one of my hands to move up and down the base as I sucked, and the other to massage his balls. He moaned in pleasure, and put his hands through my wet hair, grabbing it and pulling it.

He pulled me up by my hair, and when I was stood up, he pushed my trousers and his trousers down, making a pile of our wet clothes on the floor, leaving us both completely naked. He kissed me again, and our naked, and slightly damn still from the rain, bodies rubbed against eachother. He pushed me backwards and walked with me, still kissing, to the bed. He lay on top of me, but put his hands on the mattress to keep him up so he didn't crush me, then he planted a trail of kisses down my neck and my breast, stopping for a quick suck of my nipple, before going down my stomach and finally reaching my womanhood. He moaned and I moaned as he kissed and licked down there, slightly biting it making my back arch in pleasure and pain.

"Can I?" he asked, I nodded. "Are you on protection?" I nodded. He smirked, and thrust himself into me. I had never been with someone this big, so I had to get used to it slightly, but once I had, it felt so good and pleasurable. He hit all the walls of my vagina, giving me an intense pleasure. I called out his name in between moans, and he called out my name. He hit the spot perfectly. As he thrusted in, we looked into eachother's eyes, and I smiled up at him, and him down at me, and then he went into kiss me. I kissed him back, passionately, and every so often we would moan in eachother's mouths. After some time, we climaxed at the same time, and I could feel myself filling with his cum, as his dick throbbed inside of me, and I arched my back in pleasure, orgasming, the best one I had ever had.

He pulled out, and fell on his back next to me, panting and trying to catch his breath. I looked over at him, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, before heading to the bathroom to pee and clean up. I came back, and I joined him in bed, and we just cuddled for hours, but it seemed like only minutes.

"I want to go again," I whispered to him.

"I know, but I don't want to hurt you, you're still healing," he whispered back, but straight in my ear, making me horny again.

"Don't do that," I gasped.

"Don't do what?"

"Get that close to my ear, it makes me horny," I answered.

"Does it now?" I could almost hear him smirking.

"When I am fully healed, I'm booking a secluded cottage, where we can make as much noise as we want, and we aren't leaving the bed for the whole weekend," I announced.

"Fuck," he panted, "I can't wait."

Even though it was the middle of the day, I drifted asleep in his arms.

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