"Well of course," Gaia had chuckled as always during her lessons with Yusuf, as he's sure they had gone over all across the world, "I know how to use the hookblade in a nonfatal fashion. Come on mentore, let me show you." the Italian-raised assassin had proved the only excuse Istanbul had fora mentor that he still had a lot to learn before becoming a master assassin. But the Auditore bastard in front of him might just have the skill to become one the same time as he.
"Alright then," the 32 year old Turk had smiled, "show me." The Italian kissed his cheek - a well known tradition for a well-traveled Italian - and stepped back. She straightened her left wrist down her waist, brought down the hood covering her curls, and took three steps towards Yusuf.
"Can I have this dance?" suddenly Yusuf experienced whipblash as he felt the coldness of Gia's blade on his neck. The thrill demonstrated Gaia's obvious skills of persuasion.
"You know, it's not so easy for men to do that- just because you're a seventeen year old girl-"
"Well, you have yet to meet my father," the prodigy laughed before bringing her right hand to Yusuf's neck,"He can use the same technique, I assure you and still be successful. I swear, it's an Auditore trait."
"I look forward to the demonstration," the Turk had chuckled, "do you think your father- the great Ezio Auditore- would approve of this?" he traced his left hand down Gaia's arm. His sky-born eyes were enchanted - as usual - by her Italian features. She was raised in a brothel, of course she had been in this situation before. As a clever bastard, nothing could quite harm the Venetian Assassin. Of course the girl would chuckle at the thought of scandal.
"I suppose he would be grateful for the match: his daughter to a fellow mentor? What more could a father-in-law ask for?"
"Waiting until marriage?" Yusuf's breath hitched as Gaia removed her assassin's coat, revealing more Italian wear, but heavily enhanced her figure, supposedly inherited through her mother.
"Yusuf," the prodigy again chuckled, lips hovering over his, "I'm sure Ezio Auditore won't mind his not-virgin daughter make love to the man she's going to one day marry."
"Well that wasn't much of a proposal, I must say. For the daughter of a Florentine banker? There should have been a riviera in the picture," but his words were suddenly at the whims of the wind. His mind was more focused on releasing the Italian of her red and gold corset, while his hands wanted to relieve her of her breeches. Meanwhile, Gaia's hands- the completion also supposedly from her mother - were concentrated on untying Yusuf's vest, emitting a groan from the Turkish assassin once all fabric was removed from his torso. The Italian finally relieved his tension by bewitching his lips with her breath, and and -allah help him- the way her tongue moved.
"That didn't need to be the official proposal- it just had to be on the agenda, mon amor."
"Well- there's no other way to go around having you," he'd kissed her again, and was surprised by the way the Italian estranged his lips in hers again, "Is that a trick della Roma? Did I say that right?"
"Si, mentore," Gaia Auditore had grinned, "There's a lot you're going to learn about me before my father walks me down our aisle. Don't forget there are lessons from the French, Spanish, India, Thailand, Whales, Scotland-"
"The Scottish had a way?" the Turk smiled while his hands traced the Italian's body, pushing what clothes she had off of her.
"Everyone has a way, darling," suddenly both were weaponless around each other for the first time in the months they'd known each other.
"Well I look forward to learning all of them for the rest of my life," he'd then entangled his body into Gaia's each curve, desperate that their fit was caused by natural cause.