A/N: Here's my first Assassin's Creed fanfic and I honnestly hope that it won't be my last one! Here's a Ezio x Rosa aka Rezio short story. I really love them together and I ship them hard. It made me sad to not see anything more than just them flirting, but that's why fanfictions are so useful: to let our minds go! Hope you'll enjoy and give feedback please.
*Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed and the characters.*
Prologue
After Rosa's wound had healed Ezio insisted on her to teach him how to climb a wall the way she used to, amazed by her thief skills. Ever since, he'd come visit her when he was around or after a meeting with Antonio and they'd talk or challenge each other to figure who's the fastest runner or who can rob the biggest amount of money in one day. He enjoyed her company just as she enjoyed his, even despite his extremely big ego; he'd also affirm that he's the best in everything, but Rosa still beat him once or twice. Being the gentleman he was, he wouldn't complain about it and instead would ask for a revenge or would give her the credits she deserved. The closer friends they got, he allowed himself the give her more and more credits, forgetting his ego to allow his mind to open on the woman she was.
As weeks went by, they slowed down on their challenges and instead spent more time talking in Rosa's room until late and sometimes until morning. When it would happen, none of them would be fully functional the next day and it was, especially for Ezio, a bad and even dangerous thing. Being alert and aware of the potential danger was a must for his job and he couldn't use his eagle vision properly when he was tired, which also was a bad thing when he had assassination contracts at nighttime. But for some reasons he didn't really mind all that and despite the tiredness, he kept pushing himself up the stairs or up the wall to get to Rosa's room every night. And the same applied for her: Antonio was always getting mad at her for not being focused on the task and every night she'd be waiting for Ezio to come at her door – or window – and to forget about her hard and long day without him. They'd both lay in her bed, half asleep, and sometimes one would break the silence to start a conversation or they'd get submerged by tiredness and would find themselves dangerously close the next morning as they wake up.
There obviously was a fire burning between the two of them: they liked – loved – each other's presence. He could never get rid of Rosa's endless stories full of curses and sarcasm and the feel of Ezio's body laying down next to her would just drive her crazy. Although they hadn't made any more contact than laying next to the other, it was only a matter of time before one of them would explode and strip the other down to the last piece of clothing.
And that's what happened that night.