Edited 27/8/10

Hot breath scorched Altaïr's neck as he sat panting with the other leaning against him, her face rested in the crook of his neck as she tried to calm her body and regain the ability to move. He was magnificent, it didn't matter how many times they found each other he always stunned her; the great Assassin always left her boneless. "Hello, Altaïr." She laughed slightly as she felt his chest vibrate with a silent chuckle. They were inside one of the roof gardens, the orange cloth flapped lightly in the warm breeze that did nothing to cool their bodies. She had actually been resting inside when she had heard the commotion from the streets below, a few moments later a hard body barrelled into her resting spot and she found herself pinned by the Assassin – equally as surprised to find her there.

Immediately he'd crushed their lips together and wound one arm beneath her tiny waist, pulling her flush against him as his other hand tore the pins from her hair and buried it into the wavy chestnut locks. She'd moaned into his mouth and wrapped her bare arms around his neck, the force of his kiss made her head connect with the roof beneath her; he dominated the kiss further, she let him capture and suckle her tongue as their mouths slanted across the others in what was becoming a fierce kiss. No longer able to breathe, she used her small hands to grasp the white hood and yank roughly to pull him from her; he released her mouth only to continue his attack on her neck, nipping and sucking the caramel skin he found so intoxicating. His hands worked the fastenings of her red tunic with practised ease, he removed the thick leather belt from her waist before he was able to tear the clothing apart and reveal her body to his hungry eyes.

While he was momentarily distracted she took her chance to push against Altaïr's broad shoulders, he grunted once but allowed her to force him onto his back. She shrugged her shoulders quickly, allowing the tunic to slide down and off her arms, before straddling herself atop his waist, she knew he hated when she wouldn't let him lead but the fact that a man, bigger, stronger and ultimately more dangerous than her allowed himself to be ruled like this made her shiver in delight, what she'd give to have him tied down and at her mercy. A moan tore itself from her throat as she thought about it, "Do I want to know?" Her grey eyes snapped to his hazel ones, she blushed at the smirk and the raised eyebrow on his handsome face. She shook her head 'no' and went to work on his clothing; their arms interlaced as he reached to undo her chest bindings, her own fingers faltered on his belt as he cupped her breasts in his hands and stroked his calloused thumbs lightly over dusky nipples making her moan brokenly as she tried not to rub herself against his body. Altaïr frowned minutely as he took note that the skin around her nipples seemed darker, perhaps it was the light, he pulled her down to him roughly and captured her left nipple between his wicked teeth, worrying it for a moment before gently running his tongue around the abused flesh, her hands curled into fists as he began to suck lightly, then scraping his teeth over it again and again before then soothing her carefully.

He alternated from one to the other until she was so sensitive the sting made her whine and her short nails leave red trails as she pawed at what exposed flesh she could find beneath her fingers. She'd had enough of this play, her body was hot and everywhere their skin touched it burned deliciously, her mind was too foggy to even try and continue her extraction of the Assassin's robes. Altaïr had had enough of teasing her as well, he could do that whenever they next met, he knew he could force her to climax without even touching her, he had gained great satisfaction from that knowledge, knowing a few choice sentences muttered into the soft shell of her ear would have her wet and trembling for him. He pushed her body down onto his hips, biting down a moan as their sexes met through clothing, he hadn't even realised how much he'd begun to ache for her. The girl with shoulder length hair could only watch helplessly as Altaïr removed his clothing quickly, she ground her body on his as she waited impatiently, "Hurry!"

He glared at her for a brief second, if he could fuck her through the clothing he wore - that - is exactly what he would be doing! He reached for her hips and tugged on the black leggings she wore, his body tightened painfully when he realised the material was soaked through with her arousal as his fingers brushed against her. Pulling her flush against him, Altaïr latched his mouth onto her throat, he wasn't sure if the noise she made was caused by his mouth, her sensitive breasts crushed against his chest or from the two fingers he'd slid into her wet folds but he swallowed the sound smugly. He stroked her hot, velvety channel carefully and she keened loudly into his shoulder, she took his face into her hands and pulled him in for another long and desperate kiss, where their tongues battled and their teeth clicked together almost violently. He swallowed every sound she made as he stroked her insides and his thumb circled her swollen little bud, his body was suffering now, every instinct screaming at him to bury himself into her as deeply as possible and pound her mercilessly. She was ready, his brain told him, she was tight but surely he'd loosened her enough and she was wet enough that he wouldn't hurt her this time.

Altaïr sat up so his back was braced against the side of the garden; he'd coaxed her into holding herself up on her knees as he hurriedly released his throbbing erection from its confinements before placing his hands on her hips and guiding her over his straining manhood. She put her own hands over his, they seemed dwarfed in comparison and without giving him any sort of warning dropped herself onto him. They moaned in unison, her tight, wet warmth encompassing him, clenching him all around maddeningly, he gripped her hips tightly to stop her before he lost himself completely. She was glad for the pause, it didn't matter how many times they did this, he always felt too big, he stretched her to the point it almost hurt, she could feel every long inch of him, the mushroom head, the throbbing vein and she swore she could feel the head of him leaking deep inside her. He allowed her to rock her body back and forth slowly as she got used to him, he stroked his right hand up over her ribs, avoiding her breast as he stoked her cheek lightly, they took the brief quell of their hunger to exchange a soft gaze, it didn't mean anything, it was a look that let the other know they weren't in to deep, this was still a fleeting affair and they could stop whenever they felt like it.

Her eyes shut as he pulled out of her by about an inch before forcing his way back in, a short gasp escaped her plump, kiss bruised lips. His hand fell from her face and took residence back at her hip, only this time he stretched his hand out so his thumb barely brushed over her hidden jewel, making her gasp again and again as he slid in and out of her with faster and harder strikes. She braced herself by reaching behind her and using the Assassin's knees as leverage as she tried to keep pace with him, she never could, he was too much, he knew where to touch her, what to say, he knew her body better than she did. It hit her suddenly; she hadn't been expecting to peak so soon, somehow her climax had silently caught her unawares and a tiny spark seemed to ignite as his thumb brushed against her once again. Her body tightened, her fingers dug into his knees so hard he hissed at the pressure, Altaïr flicked his hazel eyes up to her face and heat flared dangerously in his body, her head was thrown back, chestnut waves bounced fluidly as he continued to move within her impossibly tight channel, her mouth was a perfect little circle as she let out a beautifully long and languid moan. Her body was so perfectly arched that if he had the inclination he could have laved her dusky peaks with his tongue, he shoved himself into her as far as he could, enjoying the way her walls clenched around him and he caught her as she fell limply against his chest, her hips still ground his in a way that she probably hadn't even realised she was doing it.

Once she had relaxed around him, Altaïr returned to his quick jerky rhythm, eager to join her. He wasn't done with her, she whined quietly as he worked himself in and out of her body again and again, clenching and releasing her inner muscles was all she could do in an attempt to help him finish, her arms shakily moved from their limp position at her sides to wrap around his neck and stroke any part of him she could reach. It didn't take him long to sound his climax; he crushed her tightly to himself once again filling her with deep, hard thrusts as he spilt himself inside. They didn't move, boneless, they let themselves relax and catch their breaths until she muttered an exhausted 'hello'.

"I think…" Altaïr said with a smirk, "The guards have lost me."

She smiled into his shoulder, playfully scattering kisses on the salty skin, so that had been why he suddenly bounded into her resting spot, he'd been chased and forced to conceal himself, "Perhaps, they all heard what we were doing and went away with glowing blushes?"

"Azurelle." He gave her an incredulous look; this girl always had the strangest notions, "Not everyone is as innocent as you." She raised one of her eyebrows and glanced down to where they were still joined, her body peeled from his as she moved.

"You say this, even though I have your cock deep inside me?" She'd meant to sound confident, a testament that she wasn't an innocent child but the blood rushed to her cheeks and she blushed, her grey eyes never actually straying to where his softening flesh still stretched her obscenely. Altaïr sighed, she was nine years his junior, she didn't need to prove herself as an adult to him - he knew. He pulled her off of himself; she gave a groan of discomfort and then one of great embarrassment as she felt the Assassin's essence spill out of her. The Assassin smirked as he pulled Azurelle back against his chest; her head nestled in the crook of his neck as he stroked his hands soothingly along her naked back. As much as she wanted to stay, Azurelle knew she should be elsewhere, "I should return to my sister and I'm sure Malik will be waiting enthusiastically for your return…his insults will not wait you know."

He grunted at the thought, he was supposed to have returned as soon as he'd silenced his target, he hadn't planned on meeting his little acrobat informant. They separated with what seemed like reluctance and began dressing in silence. Azurelle stood and quickly swooned to the side, she grabbed the wooden frame of the little structure to steady herself; large hands were on her waist before she'd even curled her fingers around the wood, "What is wrong?" his breathe brushed hotly against her ear, his concern barely concealed.

She swayed for a moment before righting herself, her hand gripped into his robes to keep herself upright, "I-I'm fine…" she took a few breathes, before letting him go, his hand hovered at the small of her back in case, "Lately, I have been feeling a little dizzy, like the world has turned itself the wrong way up…don't worry." She smiled at him before jumping through the orange cloth and gasping as the feeling hit her again as she fell to her knees as soon as she landed.

"Azurelle!" he was at her side, one hand on her back, rubbing in soothing circles as the other clasped her shoulder.

"I'm fine, Altaïr!" her breath came in short gasps, her eyes were screwed up tightly, her long eyelashes crushed to her lightly freckled cheeks, she was going to be sick, why? Had she caught some sort of sickness while in Acre? Maybe Jerusalem's food did not agree with her! Altaïr helped the shorter girl up; he pulled her against him to make sure she would not fall, the back of his bare fingers rested on her forehead, "Stop it! I'm not fevered…" Azurelle pulled away in discomfort, her chest rubbing against his was far too uncomfortable to bear now, even through her clothing her breasts felt sensitive and sore, her whole body tingled. She stared at Altaïr's chest; she didn't want to see his expression on her strange behaviour. She felt him rest his chin on the top of her head, a testament to how small she was compared to him. "I'm fine now, really…it was probably our joining…I did…well," she blushed a little.

"Yes, you did come quite quickly and quite hard." Came his smug answer, he knew what she was trying to say and his ego swelled greatly nearly overtaking his concern for the girl. Nearly. "The street festival is coming up soon; I have seen your troupe practice for hours in this heat." He voice deepened into a slightly disapproving rumble, "Do not push yourself." It was an order, she realised, not a request.

"I won't, the routine is perfect." She reached up and pulled his hood back into place from his shoulders, leaning up on her tiptoes to leave a chaste kiss on his lips, "Go back to your wife! He must be fuming by now." She turned away from the Assassin and ran to the ledge, her sudden nausea gone for now, and blew him a kiss before back flipping off. Altaïr stalked to the ledge and peered down; a haystack was sprawled in ruins - for such a small girl she made a terrible mess.

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To be continued.

Hello! …that was my first 'M' I guess…wow…I wrote nipples and didn't blush! Please let me know what you think, and perhaps where I can improve.

Um, I'm a little paranoid, it seems that if you write an OC she instantly becomes Mary-sue material, this is not my intention, obviously it's too early for her to have any sort of real personality so in later chapters, if you spot her being mary-sue-ish…tell me! Thank you.