Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed or any material related to Ubisoft in any way or form.


A/N: I, personally, have not played Bloodlines or ACII yet, but I have watched a relative play ACII, and when I saw this scene, I simply HAD to write something for it. It's also my very first lemon, so if things are off, I offer my sincerest apologies. Enjoy.


When the sun finally sank into the depths of Acre's ocean each night, it never failed to steal my breath away. There was something about the golden light shimmering off the waves in the sun's last moments of brilliance before it was drowned in the waves that reminded me of the unquenchable fire in his eyes. Then darkness would fall, and with the cover of night, many things could be done.

I felt a stirring begin in my stomach, spreading through me, until my fingertips and toes were tingling in anticipation. I turned to the guard beside me as we looked down from the battlements of Acre's Templar stronghold and spoke.

"Tonight I will not need your services, Henry," I murmured. The young fair-haired knight who was my escort and bodyguard nodded in assent. I knew he was used to this thrice-monthly order, and would no longer question where I would go that night. Henry bowed his head toward me, and before he could ask, I replied, smiling,

"Get yourself to bed. I will allow you off-duty this night." Henry's eyes lifted to mine and a slightly tired smile lit his face.

"Thank you m'lady," he murmured, before turning on his heel and departing into the shadows. At last I was alone, and as I looked down toward the sleeping city, I pulled my cloak snug around me, for it was a slightly chill evening. Remembering the letter folded neatly in a pocket of my cloak, I smiled, eyes closing, and breathed in the sharp night air. I'd left the crimson handkerchief hanging from the blacksmith's shop door as I'd always done, so all I could do was watch and wait, and pray that he would come, regardless of whatever other business he may have in the city.

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Thrice did the all's-well call sound, before I had any hint of his arrival. I had been dozing as I leaned against the cold stone battlement, when a sudden flash of silver caught my eye. This night was clear, with a full moon showering its milky light over Acre, and I knew in the depths of my belly that he had finally come. Without a word to the guards standing near, I made my way down the ladders to the ground before going past the gatekeepers and into the city.

I wandered the streets ten shops in, past my Templar comrades who saluted quietly as I passed, before I went into a dark alley. Knowing none would be there to harm him—for I could feel his burning gaze on me somewhere in the shadows—I quietly took the scarlet ribbon from a pouch that hung at my waist, one that had been drenched in the perfume I wore, and made to tie it on a nearby shop-sign when his callused hands enfolded mine from behind.

"I know I sent my instructions by the letter," he murmured huskily, his left hand slipping slowly down the side of my ribcage inside the cloak, fingers brushing the place where I had kept the letter. "But there is little of the night left…"

My hands trembled in pleasure as his other hand slid over my arm, following its twin down to my waist. The satin ribbon slipped through my fingers, but from the loss of heat on my right hip, I knew he had caught it before it touched the ground. I heard him inhale almost breathlessly, and shuddered when I felt a hot gush of air flow over my exposed neck. My eyes closed, lips parted to allow for a moan.

"Ah-"

"Shh." He gently cupped his hand over my mouth, running his tongue lightly over the sensitive column of flesh, leaving a frigid trail in its wake. I huffed impatiently, and could almost feel the responding arrogant smirk as he molded me between the cold stone of the shop and his warm body. The fire in my belly grew hotter when I felt him lightly press his hips to my backside, repeating the motion several times, and each time I could feel the obvious message he was sending me. His breath was hot and getting heavier against my ear, and again, my own lips parted to moan, louder this time in frustration when the contact was suddenly lost. I let go of the breath I didn't know I'd been holding and whirled around in a sudden rage.

"Why did you stop?!" I demanded in a harsh whisper. In the moonlight I could see just enough of his face to notice the blatant smirk on his lips before he leaned toward me again, his mouth mere inches from mine. My eyes closed as I waited for the inevitable bruising kiss, our breath mingling, creating a spot of burning air between our faces. But then he spoke.

"Meet me at the tower," he murmured, and when my eyes flew open to slap him, he was gone. I let out a silent scream in frustration when I heard a quiet laugh echo down the alley. I glared up at the rooftops, knowing he could see me. Damn the man and his teasing ways!

I waited a minute or two before I was sure he wouldn't come back down, before I pulled my hood over my head and took off running toward the castle.