Just got bored and thought of this. Assassin's Creed, AltMar. Enjoy!
Candles illuminate the room as I sit up on my bed, a book in my right hand. She lies on my left side, my left hand in both of hers as she traces my fingers. I can feel her fingers pause right around where my ring finger is supposed to be before continuing to trace idly around my hand. She does it again.
"Did it hurt?" she asks. I lower the book and look at her. She repeats her question, her index finger tracing over my knuckle.
"Yes," I answer. No point in lying and saying no. It was a finger being cut off, after all. If I said no, I would just sound ridiculous. She simply hums in acknowledgement, tracing the area again. I put my book on the bedside table before leaning over and kissing her. I can feel her hands slide up my chest and over my shoulders before her fingers tangle in my hair. Though the places she touched feel like fire, I can't stop a shiver from running down my spine. I pull back a few centimeters and whisper her name, the fingers of my left hand stroking the soft skin of her neck.
"Mm, Altaïr," she whispers, her nose brushing against mine. A soft knock comes from the door before it opens slightly and Darim and Sef are there.
"Mommy?" six-year-old Darim says, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Sef won't stop crying." Both Maria and I get up off the bed and walk over to our sons. She scoops up three-year-old Sef in her arms, holding him close to her and rubbing his back while I pick up Darim. I watch Maria gently rock our youngest son to sleep, humming a lullaby to him and rubbing his back soothingly. I smile, finding it almost impossible to believe she could be as fierce in a fight as any other Assassin, and then come home and be such a loving mother to our sons.
She walks over to our bed, laying down against the pillows with Sef falling quickly asleep in her arms. I close the door with one hand and turn to Darim.
"Want to help blow out the candles?" I ask him. A smile lights up his face and he nods enthusiastically. I put him down and he runs around the room, blowing out candle after candle. I chuckle and sit on the edge of the bed. He runs to me and hops up on the bed next to me, crawling in under the covers. Sef is already asleep under the blankets, Maria settling in next to him. Darim snuggles closer to his brother until his back is against Sef's. I smile contentedly at my family before turning and blowing out the last candle on the bedside table.
I dunno, I guess I was in the mood for plotless AltMar and family fluff. Really short, but again…devoid of any real sort of plot. Hope you liked it!