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Assassin's Creed Syndicate - Jacob Frye x Reader [7]

Title: Would You Care To Dance?
Prompt: You and Jacob go undercover to a ball...
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
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"Remember, get in and get out as fast as you can."

That's what Evie told you both, and you left her with Jacob's confident dismissal.

Inside, the ballroom was enormous. The ceiling seemed worlds away, glass chandeliers gleaming in the candlelight. Cream walls housed hundreds of people in gowns and suits, stepping in time to the violin and piano. Chauffeurs floated around, champagne flutes aplenty on their trays.

This was not a party of your calibre.

Still, you and Jacob flaunted yourselves in, the air around you both announcing that you belonged there, whether people liked it or not. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, coattails fluttering behind him as he walked. He folded his top hat away as you both stepped inside, threading his fingers through his hair.

He'd never seen you in formal wear before, and once he did, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Your outfit was accentuating you perfectly, and you could feel the tingle in your cheeks as his mouth parted in shock. It wasn't your preferred choice of clothing, but you had to wear it for the sake of staying undercover.

Once inside, you and Jacob blended seamlessly into the crows of social superiors and supposed Templars. The job? Get the intel, and find the targets. Both of you weaved to the other end of the hall beside tall columns (not without Jacob taking two champagne flutes); you needed to survey the area from a different angle. As Jacob leaned against one of the columns and sipped his drink, you scanned the faces of the crowd. "Champagne?" he offered.

You smiled nervously. "No, thanks."

Jacob shrugged, disposing it by putting it on another moving tray. "Suit yourself."

You tapped him on the shoulder a few moments later, discreetly pointing at a dancing couple who were firstly wearing Templar crosses, and secondly, were talking in hushed whispers. "How are we supposed to hear what they're saying from here?" The thought of dancing hadn't made it anywhere near the forefront of your mind.

"Isn't it obvious?" Jacob smirked, straightening and disposing his drink on another tray. He adjusted his cuffs and moved to stand in front of you before bowing dramatically. "Would you care for a dance?"

You scoffed. "Not a chance."

Gently, he grasped your hands, coaxing you onto the dance floor. You tried to protest while pretending to be keen at the same time. You slowly resigned yourself to your fate as you grew closer to your current targets, the risk of exposure too great. Jacob came to a stop in the middle of the room, surrounded by other dancing couples who were gracefully sweeping around the pair of you. Before he could begin to drag you across the tiles, you managed to speak through gritted teeth. "Jacob, I can't dance."

How you thought you could get away with not knowing how to dance on a mission that took place in a ballroom, you'd never know.

For a moment, he furrowed his brows; the face he makes when he has a problem in front of him he needs to solve -- you know it well. Then, he smiled reassuringly. "Then, I suppose I'll have to teach you." He pulled you closer towards him and moved one hand to his shoulder, holding the other. His hand resting on your waist was both surprising, but also comforting, but you hyper-aware of its position.

Both of you noticed the sudden lack of distance between you.

Both of you decided not to mention it; perhaps that was due to the simultaneous short circuiting of your brains.