Because Rezio rocks ^.^
It was no secret to anyone that Rosa and Ezio had a relationship.
Not that they were trying to hide it, anyway.
However, it was a little known fact that said relationship was sexual.
In the minds of most, especially Antonio, the romance blossomed between the young assassin and the thief bore the shyness and awkwardness of the first love. That their nights were filled with roses the colour of wine and wine the colour of roses. That all they did was make shy walks in the narrow streets of the most romantic town and glance at each other from behind their bangs.
Except that both of them were chased by various enemies to walk out in plain air like that, wine was too expensive and it wasn't the season of roses.
There had never been any shyness around them (well, it's kind of hard to act shy around each other when you've just been stabbed in the hip when you first meet him) and if there had ever been any kind of awkwardness, it would have been their first time, when Ezio had accidentally thrust her none too gently against the wall and her lower back dug into the uneven bricks of the wall behind them.
He had immediately stopped when he'd heard her hiss in pain and had withdrawn from her arms to inspect the damage. Her only response was to grab at him like a blind man grasping out for support, and hold onto him with her nails leaving red marks on his arms even through the thick fabric of his sleeve.
That kiss, their first kiss in fact, had been a fight of tongues: twisting and twirling, in her mouth, in his mouth, fighting for dominance and exchanging saliva. Their bodies moved, hers rubbing against the same brick wall and eliciting moans and curses of pleasure from her, while he simply grinned at her little sounds and from time to time let out a grunt of his own.
They had barely made it to her bedroom where she made him moan her name all night long.
The next day, he hurried out of her room and, as silent as a shadow, took a quick walk in the streets of Venice.
When she woke up, Rosa was met with the sight of a rose the colour of wine, and wine the colour of roses.
Ezio was smiling.
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