A/N: This had started out as something cute between them and then it turned smutty and then it turned sad. So, yeah. It's all there. Please read and review! Neither Ziio nor Haytham are mine. I wish they were, but they aren't. If you enjoy this, please check out the other stories I've written.
Until the Sun Rises
Haytham could have stayed there forever, with Ziio's head against his chest, her breath warm against his skin. He could have stayed wrapped in the fur blankets of her people until time itself ceased to exist. The night of passion they'd shared lingered in his mind and his fingers traced down the curve of her spine, his hand stilling at her hip. She stirred at his touch, leaning her face against his neck, a soft sigh leaving her lips.
A smirk caught his own lips, knowing very well that she was awake. He leaned down, tracing the line of her jaw with his lips. He slid them down her neck, placing light feathery kisses all the way down to her collarbone, his hands stationed at her hips. He could feel her heart beating against her breastbone as he dipped his head to continue the descent of his lips. He traced them along the curves of her breasts, causing her breath to catch. Her arms slid around him and tightened when he placed a teasing nip at her skin.
She slid herself down so that she could look into his eyes, which leveled on hers and didn't move away. Ziio moved herself to press against him, slowly moving her hips so their bodies fit together perfectly. She slid her hands down his chest, and then back up, winding them around his neck, his own arms looped about her waist. She leaned up and kissed him sweetly, tracing his lips with the tip of her tongue, continuing to slowly move her hips against him.
His hand rose to cup her face, his mouth moving against hers, opening her lips and kissing her deeper. It was not long before she had pushed him down against the ground, her hands on his chest and her mouth on his. She was a passionate lover and he didn't mind. He could have stared into her eyes forever, but it had to end.
When the sun rose, word came that Braddock was in fact dead. The last time Haytham looked into Ziio's eyes, the love that had been shining in them the night before was replaced with an unspeakable anger. He didn't stick around long enough to see the anger crumble to pain and the pain fade to grief. He didn't see her sink to her knees in tears.
And she was very glad for that.