Ok, so lucky for the people that are bad at waiting for new chapters to be released: I also lack patience and since the story is done and edited and such, I'm posting a chapter a night. So tonight and the next two nights around 8-10pm EST, you'll get a new chapter of this. The chapter I post Thursday will be the last chapter. Keep me updated on how you feel about the story! I appreciate the feedback!

Here is chapter 1 (since the last bit was the prologue). Hope you like it. The lack of EzioRosa stories is sad. Hoping the fans enjoy this one and maybe are inspired to write more? Haha. Anyway, hope you like it! This chapter is T rated. The last chapter is the reason for the M rating.

And there's a bit of Italian here or there in this story, courtesy of high school Italian and google translator. Sorry if there are some mistakes, it's been 3 years since my last Italian class. Most of it is obvious and it you're not exactly sure, it doesn't ruin the story, but I'll leave the translations at the bottom for the stuff that's not common(aka thank you, yes, good).

Anyway, read. Enjoy. Review. =)

BlahDisclaimerBlah: Assassin's Creed and all of its characters belong to Ubisoft and I make no claims to ownership of them. I make no financial gains off of this story and have written it purely for entertainment.

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Rosa could not sit still, pacing back and forth across the floor in front of her bed. She could not help it; this night had been long anticipated in her mind and now her body surged with a mixture of excitement and anxiousness. At this point, she was now thoroughly in love with the young Florentine assassin. After so many nights of talking until they fell asleep, the soft kisses he gave her when he thought she was already slumbering, and the intense looks he had when their eyes met, how could she not?

Ezio was handsome, charming, and truly amazing; the more time she spent with him and the more she learned about him, the more she liked. At first, she resisted her own feelings, but the more affectionate he became, the less she resisted. This was more than the night that she would let him have her. Tonight was the night she would finally put her heart on the line. Either way, she would learn how he really felt, for better or worse. That was, if he ever showed up…

It was already after midnight and the first night of Carnevale. Maybe he had grown tired of waiting. She sighed, "Maybe he isn't coming…"

"Were you expecting someone else?" Rosa gasped softly, turning toward her window. There he was, clad in black, kneeling on the window ledge for a moment before climbing into her bedroom. His hood was still up but she could see the smirk on his face. Damn assassin. He's too quiet. She cursed herself for speaking her thoughts aloud and looked him over. He pulled his hood down, revealing his handsome face. His hair was wet from sweat and stuck to his forehead in some places; it was not hot outside, so Rosa could only conclude that his job had given him quite a workout – more than usual, anyway. Still, the smile on his face even reached his eyes as he crossed the room toward her. She stepped forward and into his embrace, hugging him tightly and pressing her head into his shoulder. He smelled of sweat and iron, just how an assassin should smell; there was something very intoxicating about it.

He pulled back and her heart sunk a bit in her chest only pound wildly as he kissed her a moment later. She felt her abdomen tense painfully as his hands ran down her back and his tongue pushed past her lips. Leaning deeper into the kiss, she ran her fingers over his neck to his chest. Just as she moved for the buckle that held his cape in place, he pulled away. She must have made a weird face as he did, because she saw him flash a satisfied smirk. Damn assassin. She stepped back and sat at the foot of her bed, staring up at him. She gave him a look of annoyance and crossed her arms. Ezio sighed softly and brushed his hair away from his forehead. "Mi dispiace, I had a… party to attend."

An assassination contract. She felt a wave of relief wash over her. His job was what kept him, nothing else.

"Well, you're here now." She said, and then bit her lip, hearing how strange she sounded. Ezio did not seem to notice.

"Mia bella, we should go out tonight. It's Carnevale, after all." He held out his hand toward her, placing an ornate silver mask in her hands. "I even got you a mask. Bello, isn't it? The merchant said it was the best he had in stock."

She turned the mask over in her hands, running her fingers over its detailing. She admired the green lace and ribbon that complimented its silver patterning. It truly was beautiful. She wondered if he noticed how the green color matched her eyes. Looking up at him then down at the mask, she found herself unsure of how to respond. Her original plan involved undressing him and herself, and pinning him down until he confessed his love for her, but he seemed to have put a lot of thought into this night out at Carnevale. On the other hand, she never particularly enjoyed spending time with the average citizens of Venice – unless it was to pickpocket them, of course – but she also knew that if Ezio was with her, the night could not possibly be boring. Then there was the part of her that really just wanted to fuck him. Rosa winkled her nose. "I don't have anything to wear to Carnevale…"

To this comment, Ezio grinned and walked back toward the window. Rosa followed out of curiosity. He seemed really excited about something. Reaching out, he grabbed a package off the ledge and handed it to her. It was long but thin – a fairly awkward shape – and looked well made for something so simple. Rosa gave him a suspicious look, but he continued to wear his satisfied smirk, clearly pleased with himself. "It isn't easy scaling a wall with a box, you know."

"For you, maybe." Rosa commented, taking the box and pulling off the lid. Inside was a green dress with silver lace and stitching. Her eyes widened and she pulled the dress out of the box, leaving it on her bed. If the mask was expensive, this dress certainly must of cost a fortune.

"Where's my thank you, amore?" He said, pouting playfully as she held up the dress to look it over. It was definitely made of Chinese silk and even looked to be just her size. She rolled her eyes, but put the dress down on her bed and turned to face him.

"Bastardo, no one asked you to buy something like this." She feinted annoyance. It was true that even several months earlier, she really would have been offended that he bought her such things. She did not like receiving lavish gifts from a man when she could provide for herself perfectly fine – except for sweets of course, which were always appreciated. She did not need a man to take care of her and she was not a girl who enjoyed playing dress up. However, she knew these gifts were a sign of Ezio's affections and she was glad to receive them. Rosa stepped toward him after a moment and pressed her body flush against his, kissing him passionately. After a while, she pulled away and bit his lower lip gently. "Don't do it again."

"Noted." He said, and pressed his lips back against hers. He brought one hand to her back and pressed the other against her breast. She smiled against his lips; clearly her kiss had caused his mind to change gears and his hands were not her biggest clue. She pulled away from his kiss, "Put away your dagger, tesoro. You wanted to go out tonight, remember?"

"My sword needs a sheath, amore." Ezio's voice deepened as he squeezed her breast and slid his other hand down to her butt. The intensity in his eyes brought a blush to her face and she unintentionally pressed herself harder against him before snapping back to her senses and stepping away. His eyes tightened a bit as she did and he let out a frustrated sigh. "Now, now. I can't waste such a beautiful dress."

"Carnevale isn't just one night!" He said, and went to pull her back into his arms, but she twisted away from him. "Oh mio bello, it is the first night! We must celebrate! There will be plenty of time to play later."

"Fanculo tutto, alright!" He said, balling his hand into a fist and lightly punching her wall. She turned and smiled at him, grabbing her dress off the bed and holding it to her chest. "Now, out! I have to change."

"Tentatrice." He mumbled as he walked past her to the door. She followed him, pressing her hand against his back as he passed through the doorway. As she shut the door, she flashed a smirk. "Pussy."

Rosa sighed and walked back to her bed. This night was proving more complicated than her original intent. Still, she was more than happy to play their little game of cat and mouse for a little longer. Rosa would be lying if she said she did not enjoy it. Stripping off her clothes, she held up the dress again, admiring it. With Ezio gone, she could really appreciate the dress for what it was. All of its fabrics were imported, every stitch sown by a master seamstress. It was a piece of art. Her heart jumped awkwardly in her chest; Ezio had picked this piece of art out for her. Even a common thief could appreciate this kind of gift. She held the dress against her body for a moment and glanced back at her door. Ezio.

After dressing herself and playing with her hair a bit, Rosa returned to the door. She opened it slowly to find him leaning against the wall across from her room, staring off into space. She took a moment to take in the blank look in his eyes before clearing her throat loudly to snap him out of his daze. "Wake up, idiota!"

Ezio's whole body jerked as she broke his trance. It took a moment for his eyes to settle on her, but as they did, his mouth dropped open and eyes widened. Rosa flashed him a satisfied grin, and spun around once in the doorway. The dress fit her perfectly – she wondered if picking out dresses was an odd talent of Ezio's – hugging her body in all the right places. It had a wide neckline, exposing her shoulder blades and just a bit of cleavage, and went all the way to the floor, brushing the ground lightly. Ezio smiled at her, pushing himself off the wall. "I didn't think you could clean up that nice."

"Vaffanculo!" Her smile turned to an annoyed frown and she wrinkled her nose. It wasn't exactly the reaction she was hoping for. He could have thrown her a bone at least, considering she had even spun around for him. Ezio smiled, stepping forward and placing his hands on both of her shoulders. "You look beautiful, tesoro."

"Bene." She said, looking him in the eyes with a stern expression on her face. She then sighed softly and took his hands off her shoulders, turning around to reveal a lace up back that was still loose. "Help me with this?"

"Of course, bella." He whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver involuntarily. What was it about him that made her melt? Rosa certainly did not see herself as someone who would ever get swept off her feet by a man - and there had been many young thieves who had tried - but there was something about Ezio that made her heart pound and her mouth water over the smallest things. She sucked in her stomach as Ezio pulled the laces on the back of her dress, tying them into a neat bow at her lower back. She wondered if he knew just how strong his effect on women was.

"Turn around." He ordered and she complied without much thought. Again, her eyes met his; he had a contented look on his face, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he gazed upon her. "What?"

"…I can see right down your dress." His smile widened a bit and he brought his arms around her back. Rosa looked up at him questioningly – that certainly was not why he was wearing his previous expression – but she did not push him and instead brought a smirk to her lips. "Look all you like, pervertito"

"Grazie." He said, holding her closer. She reached her arms up around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He gladly complied, pushing his tongue past her lips. They kissed for a while, Ezio's hands floating down to her butt and Rosa's moving to his chest. She felt him pull at the skirt of her dress, lifting it from the floor, and pulled away from him, slipping out of his arms with some effort. His body slumped a bit and she glanced down at his pants, seeing an obvious bulge forming. He shifted, obviously uncomfortable. "If you keep on doing that, we'll never get out, cara."

"Then let's go now." She said, grabbing his arm and pulling him back into her room. He tried to pull her back into his arms, but she slapped his hands away. "Non toccare, Ezio. Not yet."

"Per l'amor di dio…" He groaned as she grabbed her shoes and the mask off her bed, and then walked past him again and out her door. The look on his face was priceless; clearly, he was regretting suggesting that they go out. Rosa, on the other hand, was enjoying every minute of his pain.

He caught up with her and they left the palazzo. Despite the late hour, the city of Venice was alive. Everywhere, there were music and lights, people dancing and running about. Though Rosa had lived in this city her entire life, she'd never seen Carnevale from this point of view, only from the shadows looking for the biggest purse. Now, with Ezio walking beside her, wearing a mask of his own, she got to experience it first hand. She watched a young couple run passed, laughing as the young man reached for the girl's waist, finally catching her and pulling her in for a kiss. Others looked on with varied responses from amusement to disgust as the couple carried on in their own little world. Rosa smiled at the sight and reached for Ezio's arm with one hand, using the other to hold up the bottom of her dress. He glanced at her for a moment, surprised but content to have her on his arm.

After walking for a while, they finally settled down in a square in the San Marco district. The square was well crowded with people despite the late hour, and the sound of music and laughter echoed throughout the district. Ezio pulled her close suddenly and she hit his chest with a surprised gasp. She pulled away a moment later, glaring up at him only to find him holding a hand out for her with a smirk on his face. His other hand rested on her back, just above her waist. He wanted her to dance with him. Rosa wrinkled her nose at him. "I don't dance."

"Nonsense, cara. Just follow my lead." He said, and she reluctantly placed her hand in his, settling her other hand on his shoulder. He moved forward suddenly and she found herself tripping over his feet. He ignored her struggling though, and continued with the movements as she stumbled along with him. Some passing noblewomen giggled at her efforts and she looked up at him and mumbled. "Ti odio."

"Be nice, bella." He replied, though his eyes were not on her. Instead, she watched as he stared after the noblewomen until they disappeared in the crowd, still giggling away. With a huff, she shoved him away from her and walked away. He followed closely behind her, trying to grab her arm only to have her dodge him as she moved further into the crowd. It was not long before he caught her, though; it was hard to get away with so many people in her path and a long dress to deal with. She spun around quickly and he caught her other wrist before she could smack him. Still, she stared at him defiantly. If there was one thing she really hated, it was being made to look like a fool – after losing, of course – and he had done just that then had the nerve to check out the same girls who were just snickering at her. She could not wait to hear his excuse! He stared back at her with intense hazel eyes and she could not help be taken back by how handsome he was, even with his mask. "Relax, bella mia."

Normally, she would have made a scene, smashing his toes with her heels and yelling about him being a pervert, but there was something about the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes that calmed her down. He was too damn charming. She glared at him, but settled down and stepped toward him. "No more dancing."

"Then how about some wine, tesero?" He said, now leading her through the crowd to an outdoor bar. She sighed, following with only a little resistance. Assassin bastard. She hated how he strutted around charming his way out of trouble, but all the same, she did not want to fight with him. She always preferred their playful, though occasionally competitive, banter. She hurried her pace, standing next to him as they reached the bartender. "Some vino would be wonderful, il mio diavolletto."

He smiled down at her for a moment, clearly pleased with her change in moods. After, he turned to the bartender – a fat middle-aged man who was staring blatantly at Rosa's chest – and cleared his throat. The man grunted an acknowledgement but made no move to interact with Ezio, only continued staring at Rosa as if no one could see where he gaze was falling. Rosa made of fist of her hand, ready to punch him square in the jaw, but Ezio reacted faster, grabbing his coin purse from his waist and shaking it lightly. The sound of money easily broke the man's daze and he looked happily at the young assassin. "How can I help you, signore?"

"If you are through staring at my woman's chest, I'd like two glass of your finest vino." The man looked at him with dumbfounded expression on his face, as if he was surprised that they had noticed his staring. Ezio slid his hand around her waist and pulled her close, as if to make his annoyance known. The bartender looked up at the height of the young man in front of him and stood straight up, staggering as he spoke. "Wine, c-coming up, sir!"

"Maiale." Rosa mumbled, feeling Ezio's lips against her hair as she crossed her arms and pouted her lips. The man looked at all the wines before grabbing a bottle off the top self and holding it out for him to see. Rosa knew very little about wine aside from the feeling it gave her when she had too much or the way it made men act. Ezio apparently knew more, as he looked at the bottle and shook his head. "Something from Firenze is preferable."

"Yes, signore." The man still cowered under Ezio's gaze as he put the bottle back and paused a moment before grabbing another and showing it to him. Her escort read the label on the bottle and nodded his head. This caused the bartender to hurry off and pour two glasses. As he placed them on the table in front of them, Ezio dropped a handful of florins on the bar. "This should cover it."

"Yes, signore. Thank you, signore." The man bowed behind the bar and went to tend to his other customers. Ezio reached for his glass and Rosa followed suit, watching him as he swished the glass's contents before sipping a bit. Rosa looked down at the glass, taking a sniff of the wine's aroma before taking a big swig of its contents. "Mmmm."

"You like it, bella?" He said as she moved to sit on one of the old wooden stools at the bar. He leaned against the bar next to her, wearing a sly smirk. She glanced up at him and

nodded her head, smiling. He took another sip and spoke in that deep voice she loved so much. "Florentine wine is the best, especially when it comes from the vineyards outside Toscana."

"As expected from a Florentine." She smirked up at him, already knowing his feelings toward her beloved city and, more specifically, its smell. He only laughed at her comment and took another drink. She went back to sipping her wine, watching the crowd of people before them. There was no other party like Carnevale. The whole city was alive with the sounds or music and laughter, and movement of people and lights. She was proud to call Venezia her home. She held her glass in both of her hands and smiled slightly. "I know you love this city. You should just admit it, tesoro."

"There are some things I like…" He said and she could hear the desire in his voice. She turned her head to look at him, but he was staring off into the crowd. Following his line of sight, she tightened her eyes; off in the crowd was a group of prostitutes, swaying their hips suggestively as they danced in their short skirts and low-cut tops. Rosa gritted her teeth, but cooled her temper. Instead of hitting him, as she wanted to, she leaned back against the bar and made an offhanded comment. "Why did you even bother asking me out when you all do is stare at whores?"

"Ah, but where is the challenge in that?" Ezio gave her a sideways glance. She growled softly and went to jab him in the ribs with her elbow, but missed as he moved away and took a seat on the stool next to hers. "As if you have ever been with a woman who was a challenge. You just find the ones most eager to jump into bed with you. I am too much challenge for you."

"No woman is too much of a challenge for me, bella donna." He smirked at her and she glared back in response. She hated his sly, cocky smirk that told her he thought he was the sexiest man alive. So what if he was incredibly charming and handsome? When he acted so cocky, she couldn't help but challenge him. "Up for a bet then, bastardo arrogante?"

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Oooo, the bet! Lol, I realize it's sort of an odd place to stop the chapter. Don't worry. You'll get to read more very soon. R&R please! How else will I know if anyone is even reading this?

Mi Dispiace- I'm sorry

Bella/Bello- beautiful (the o/a is decided by the word/thing/person it's describing)

Mia Bella/Bella Mia- My beautiful/beauty

Amore- Love

Fanculo Tutto- Fuck it all

Tentatrice- Temptress

Vaffanculo- Fuck Off

Tesoro- Teasure/Darling/Dear

Cara- dear

Non toccare- literally means 'not to touch' but more like 'no touching' in this case.

Per l'amor di dio- For the love of God

Ti odio- I hate you (Ti is you and odio is I hate. The 'you' part comes first)

Vino- wine

Il mio diavolletto- My little devil

Maiale- pig

Bella donna- Beautiful woman

Bastardo arrogante- Arrogant Bastard