AN: This is my first fic after a very long time and it hasn't been beta'd, though I wouldn't mind if anyone volunteered (I would mind even less, if this person was also fluent in Italian [hint]).

Concept: As the title suggests, I want to show what Ubisoft doesn't show us and I want to try to do so in chronological order. Though I'll be avoiding Memory Sequences 12 & 13 until I've played the DLC's.

WARNINGS: I'd call this a limey chapter, not lemon, since I tried very hard to stay vague, while still filling the memory hole. AND: It's short, I know, but I plan to make the following sequences longer.

What is unseen

Mission 1: Nightcap

Florence's dark rooftops lay before them, only illuminated by the flickering lanterns adorning the buildings. It was a breathtaking sight, one Ezio loved to see since Frederico had taught him how to climb. Santa Maria del Fiore stood proudly to their right, brighter than the buildings surrounding it in the district. An eagle circled around them gracefully and Ezio heard his older brother sigh contently next to him, which caused him to look at the older Auditore.

"Alright. Enough of that. We really should head home," Frederico said and turned to leave, "Let's go."

Ezio swiftly grabbed Frederico's arm. "Wait!"

His brother turned back to him. "What is it?"

Ezio looked over his shoulder to a building not far from the church tower they were standing on and Frederico followed his gaze. A small smirk played on Ezio's lips when he turned back to his brother, silently hinting at what he was thinking.

Frederico shook his head, he clearly did not approve of what Ezio had in mind. "Ezio... let Cristina sleep."

"There will be enough time for that. Later." Slowly, Ezio walked over to the adjoining bird perch, his voice full of mischief.

His brother refused to answer verbally, choosing to sigh in exasperation instead. Without sparing Ezio another look, he sat down on the roof, leaning against the large cross. Ezio concluded that his brother was most likely planning to wait for him here, but how could he know how long it would take? Ezio should feel insulted, but he wasn't in the mood to start a squabble with his brother, considering that the night wasn't as long as he wished it to be whenever he was visiting the beautiful Cristina Vespucci. Holding his tongue, Ezio stepped onto the perch and crouched down, letting his gaze wander over the skyline of Florence once more, before he stood to leap off the perch.

The wind whistled as he spread his arms to slow his fall a little, just before he rolled in mid-air to land with his back first in a pile of hay. The smell filled his nose and he carefully looked around to assure that no guard (specifically that bastardo Pazzi's men) had seen him. The only thing he saw were two scholars, but they remained ignorant.

Ezio froze, when he saw Vieri de Pazzi round a corner with a band of his men following closely behind. "Cazzo... it's Vieri. I better hide."

Vieri's voice reached him. "Keep looking! He couldn't have gotten far!" It seemed that the idiota had gained back his confidence after he had fled the fight on the Ponte Vecchio.

The steps of the five men (if he could actually call them that) stopped right in front of the hay pile Ezio was hiding in, making him hold his breath in anticipation. There was a short rustle and his muscles tensed, but then he heard them run into different directions, most likely hoping to find him somewhere else. Silently, Ezio thanked God for Vieri's stupidity and then he jumped out of the hay, ignoring the two scholars locked in a heated debate. Keeping his eye out for any more of Vieri's men, Ezio made his way to the Casa de Vespucci. There were a few of the Pazzi underlings standing nearby, but Ezio quickly rounded the corner into a narrow street that was right below Cristina's window.

He looked up to the window with a grin. "Cristina. Cristina!"

Cristina's muffled voice replied, "Who's there?"

"Me," Ezio answered.

The windows opened and he saw the beautiful woman look down on him, wearing nothing but a nightgown. "Oh, Ezio! I should have known." From the sound of her voice, he guessed that she wasn't sure how to react to his visit.

He smiled at her. "May I come in?" The way he said it didn't leave any room for doubts as to why he was standing under her window.

She sighed. "Fine. But only for a minute." She turned, to return into the depths of her room, but she left the window open.

Without really thinking, Ezio replied, "A minute is all I need."

"Indeed." Cristina sounded like she was suppressing a laugh, which caused Ezio to realize what he had said. "Well wait, eh... that came out wrong." Nevertheless, he climbed the wall effortlessly and leapt through her window to find her sitting at her vanity, not sparing him a single look. It seemed like she had heard of his fight with Vieri and it didn't look like she approved.

"Come here." He gestured with his hand, smiling invitingly.

She sighed, but still stood to walk over to him, rolling her eyes. When she reached him, he touched her arms, causing her to smile softly. "Oh Ezio."

He brought her close for a soft kiss and he knew her resolve was crumbling, because when he pulled away, she grabbed his face and pulled him close once more for a less timid kiss. Ezio grinned slightly and pulled away again, sliding his hands up to her shoulders. Cristina looked up at him through her lashes with a coy smile, which didn't waver when he slid her nightgown down her shoulders and left her bare.

She stepped up close to him, hugging his waist, her voice a mixture of a sigh and a moan, "Oh Ezio..."

His arm slid around her body and he let his hand comb through her brown hair, while he placed soft kisses first on her face and then on her throat. They locked in another hot kiss and he lowered her onto the bed, though she refused to release him and thus pulled him down along with her. Her pale skin was soft under his lips as he kissed and licked her neck, though she seemed pre-occupied for a moment, so he looked at her. Her gaze was worriedly fixed on the candle on a table nearby, so he kissed the corner of her lips and then blew the candle out.

The room was plunged into darkness, only a dim light coming through the window Ezio had carelessly left open. Her hands glided up his neck into his hair, loosening some strands from the red ribbon that held them back. Resuming his previous activity of kissing and licking her neck, he let his hands ghost over her skin, the touch so soft that he could feel her shiver below him. Wherever his hands went, his mouth soon followed, nipping at her as a contrast to the feather light touch from before. Her reaction was to pull slightly at his hair and his ornamented vest, reminding him of the clothing he was still wearing.

Quickly Ezio unbuckled the belt around his waist that held his vest and he threw both carelessly into the darkness. His braces and white shirt disappeared into the darkness as well. While he was freeing himself of his restricting clothing, Cristina slid her hands down to his shoulders and to his naked chest, caressing him gently.

He lowered himself over her body once more, placing his lips right next to her ear. "There is no need to be so shy, amore mio. No one can see us and this is not the first time we lay together." Upon feeling his hot breath on her, she clawed her nails into his skin, not enough to cause any harm, but most likely enough to leave him with red marks. Her reaction caused him to hiss out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. This made Cristina more confident and she raked her nails down his chest and then over his back.

Ezio would find out in the morning, if her ministrations had led to any visible signs on him. More than the usual, at least.

He massaged her breasts, taking one into his mouth to let his tongue circle around the tip, while teasing the other with his thumb. Her back arched up to him and a low moan passed her lips. A small grin came to his lips as he switched to the other breast to give it the same treatment.

Cristina's searching hands had found his leather pants and she tugged blindly at them, not caring to loosen the knot that held them up. He sat up with a chuckle to untie the knot, slowly, knowing full well that the combination of moonlight and lanterns shone through the window behind him, letting her see his smirk.

"Diavolo," Cristina whispered.

His smirk only became larger while he stood to slip out of his boots, still untying the knot. "Sì, lo so."

Finally, he undressed fully, standing before her for a brief second and enjoying her appreciative look, before she grabbed him by his hips and pulled him back down onto the bed.

He let his hands wander all over her, sometimes softly, sometimes roughly and she did the same to him, though she was too distracted by what he did to her. When his finger slipped into her body, she arched her back with a low moan, while clinging to him. He gave her a deep kiss and she didn't notice his finger slipping out of her, until she felt something larger nudging her entrance. Her legs wrapped around his hips, while he slid into her slowly, his head dipping backwards in bliss.

Then they began to move in unison, Cristina trying to hold back her moans so that she would not awake the other inhabitants of Casa Vespucci and Ezio watching her face contort in pleasure.

She reached her peak first and the contractions of her muscles sent him over the edge as well.

Tonight, the night had been long enough and they both fell asleep.

Italian phrases:
bastardo - bastard
cazzo - damn
idiota - idiot
Casa de Vespucci - House of the Vespucci
diavolo - demon/devil
sì, lo so - Yes, I know.

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