Just some things before you read:

I'm putting Ezio around 20, Kaniehti:io around 24 and Haytham around 30 (Ziiham's are put in the year they met. soooo...this is before Connor's birth and before she becomes pregnant...OOPS)

an inn, mid spring somewhere in new york.

"I can't," words slipped from my mouth, "I've got to go. Haytham awaits."

There was something about this man I could never wrap my mind around. His touch, his accent -something. Everything about him, it just, it kept me from leaving.

I knew it was wrong, but I lusted for him.

His lips against mine, tongues fighting for dominance.

How could anyone say no? I thought to myself. I needed to leave, but with every move he made it only kept my body from wanting to leave.

"What es wrong," his words showed concern.

"Nothing," I replied. Glancing out the window, the sun was slowly starting to set. The earth was turning cool, but with his body heat and mine kept us warm.

His hands began to run up my thighs, my dress sliding up, then off onto the floor. Bare, in front of a man I barely know. So wrong, but so right. One hand caressed my breast, thumb rubbing against my nipple. While his lips were against the others nipple. A shiver ran down my spine.

I blinked, he had already began taking his clothes off. "Ezio," I moaned. Knowing where this was going, I couldn't stop. He wanted it, I wanted it.

I could feel his cock grow hard against my thigh. My tongue rolled around his lobe.

I stood up for him to take off his pants. Both now bare, he wrapped his hands around my thighs, kissed from my lips to collar bone.

Pushing me against the wall, he raised my leg. Making leverage, he slid his cock into me. A quick pinch of pressure, but there was no pain. He then picked me up, my back stayed against the wall.

Thrusts quickened, with my heart. His head rested on my neck; sucking, licking, biting it. I couldn't help but moan.

Closing my eyes, fingernails dug into his back. Everything intensified as a tingle started from my toes to my head. "Oh Ezio."

His brown hues navigated up looking into mine. Our lips met once more.

He then threw me onto the bed. Grabbing the blanket to cover ourselves with. Atop of me he smiled, I couldn't help but smile back. He moved down my body, kissing my left breast.

Suddenly I heard the door open. We both had stopped what we were doing, only to look up and see Haytham standing, watching.