Okay, very, VERY short story. It's Altaïr and Maria in Acre when the first make love. Altaïr's speach is from Codex page 7 in Assassin's Creed 2, but some stuff removed. Yeah, not much else to say about is except I was stuck with the idea of him really confessing his love for her by giving up Adha... As usual, enjoy!
His calloused hands run down the curves of her body. She smiles at him as his fingers trace her lips with an impossibly delicate touch. She pushes into him as he replaces his fingers with his mouth. Her hands curl into in to the white fabric on his back as he kisses down her jaw to the elegant line of her neck before he rests his head in the hollow underneath her head. She holds impossibly still, not wanting to break the moment.
Altaïr and Maria are on top of a tall tower in Acre, confessing their love for each other in a way that words can't. His breaths are ragged as her hands clumsily try to pull away his clothes and gear. He speaks whispered words to her ear.
"I had thought Adha would be the one to lead me to rest, that I might lay down my blade and live as a normal man," his voice is cold with practiced indifference. She knows the pain that comes with speaking of his past love, but also knows that she can fix it, if she tries.
"I almost got to them in time. Almost. If I had only been faster," pleading, his voice is pleading to go back and fix his greatest mistake. She should feel jelousy at this, but instead she feels the smooth skin of his chest.
"Instead, I held her lifeless body in my arms – saw the terror reflected in her fixed, unblinking eyes...I hunted each man – one by one – until all responsible were gone from the world." She shudders despite his large, warm body pressed all around her. The thought that he killed all of them, in unremorsful, merciless revenge speaks in volumes about his emotions towards a women that she's never met.
"But there was no joy in this. No satisfaction or release," She supposed she should feel relief that he, at least, did not take pleasure in his acts.
"Their deaths did not bring her back. Did not heal my wounds. After that, I was certain I would never again feel for a woman as I had for her." She had heard this story before, every word commited to memory. This is why it shocks her to hear him utter the next words.
"I am fortunate to have been wrong."
I didn't want this to turn into smut or a lemon, so there it is... Don't know how it turned out but feedback is welcome