We kissed, I fell under your spell

A love no one could deny. -Wrecking Ball.

Summer, 1770.

It's been about five months since Connor first met Lady in Boston. Ever since then the pair have met every other day during the day. Lady mostly showed Connor what colonial life offered. She introduced him to colonial men clothing even though he denied every piece of clothing she offered, even when she said that he would look handsome in the clothing. He would spent time with her in the tavern, the place she called home. He even made friends with Gwen despite her constant threats to kill him if he kept hanging around Lady. Despite their time together he never questioned why he couldn't see her at night and she never asked about his past. It was an unspoken truce they made together.

However, today Connor decided to take her to his world. Out of the city and into the forest. The pair are riding upon his horse, Chase. Lady's arms are tightly wrapped around his waist. He doesn't enjoy being so tightly squeezed but she did mention about not riding horses a lot. So she must be nervous.

"Lady," he grunted due to her tight grip. "Could you loosen your grip?"

"Oh," she slowly loosened her grip but her grip is still iron tight. "Better?"

"Yes," he lied.

"Where are we going anyway?" She questioned as she gazed around the forest.

"I told you it's a secret."

"Well, we better be back after the sunsets," she mumbled to herself but he overheard her. He was about to ask why, then he remembered their unspoken promise so he pressed his lips together.

Once he reached their destination, Connor managed to pull Lady's arms off his waist and slid off the horse. He gazed up to her with a raised brow. "Coming?"

She looked down as if measuring the height of the jump; he just chuckled under his breath and offered his hand to her. She gladly took it and slowly slid off the horse's back. Once she is upon the grassy floor beneath, he started his walk over to a tree. They are just a few feet away from the manor; however, it would probably be for the best if he didn't bring her to meet Achilles. Achilles might say she is distracting him from his work of rebuilding the manor, which isn't internally false. He picked out a large tree with thick branches and turned his head over to Lady.

"We're going to climb this tree," he stated simply but her mouth just gaps open.

"Have you lost your mind?" She questioned. "I've never climbed a tree in my life."

How could he forget how different they are? Of course she's never climbed a tree, what was he thinking? Yet, climbing up the tree is the only way to show her the surprise.

"Um...well..." he stumbled to find the appropriate words for this situation. "C-Climb...on my back," he mumbled.

"Your what?" She questioned because she couldn't hear him.

"Get on my back," he replied.

She just stared at him, and he could tell something was wrong. Perhaps she had a fear of heights. Then, it hit him; she's scared he might drop her.

"I won't let you fall," he said softly and noticed she looked toward the grass, "I promise."

She hesitated for an answer and only nodded, "Alright."

He turned his back to her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands tucked under her knees, making her legs wrap around his waist. The feeling of her body pressed up against his back is too much for his young hormones to handle at once, but he swallowed the lump forming in his throat .

"Hold on tight," he said as he released his grip from underneath her kneecaps. "I need both of my hands to climb up."

After he spoke, her arms became as hard as iron and he could barely breathe due to her grip. Her legs also cause his stomach to feel like it's going to concave, but he ignores the minor pain. He placed his hands onto the tree and then his feet, then he began to climb up it. Due to the extra weight, the Native can already tell this will be much more difficult. However, he managed to get to the first branch and let out a loud exhale. Lady's grip doesn't loosen, it anything it manages to get tighter. He balanced himself on the branch and looked up to see a higher one right above him.

"We're almost there," he spoke to her.

Without letting her get a word in, he climbed up the tree and used every ounce of his strength to get upon the highest branch. Once he is balanced on the thickness of the branch, he placed his hands underneath her kneecap.

"Okay, get off." He said to her but her grip refuses to loosen.

"O-Off...onto what?" She questioned as her green hues refused to look down.

"Step onto the branch," He said softly, hoping to relax her.

Lady's grip ever so slowly loosened as her boot touched the branch but once the branch softly shook, she gripped back to him once again. He just chuckled.

"I promise it won't break," his voice is reassuring so she tried once again and managed to put both of her feet down. Connor turned around to make sure she wouldn't fall but she is balancing herself. Then, she quickly sat down on the branch, with both of her hands gripping to the wood. Connor placed himself beside her, leaning his side against the trunk of the tree.

In front of them, the sun is beginning to set behind the hills. The blueness of the sky disappears into a faint pinkish/reddish color, causing the sun to look like a bright orb of orange. The red in the sky is just a reminder of Lady's bright red hair.

"Wow," she mumbled and looked over to him. "Was this the surprise?"

He only nodded his head which caused a faint smile on her lips, "It's lovely, Connor."

That name, his fake name, coming from her lips caused his heart to ache. Achilles only gifted him that name because he would merge into society; yet, he wants to be open with her.

"That's not my real name," He blustered out.

He could feel her gaze upon him which caused a warmness to form at his cheeks.

"Really? What's your true name?" She questioned.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton" He said with pride in his voice. Despite becoming part of a new world with Achilles, he must never forget his true world.

"Ratoh..no...Ratohn.." she tried to get his name out desperately which caused a small smile on his tanned face.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton" he said slowly.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton," she said to herself, perfectly. When he hears his true name come from her mouth his heart skips at least two beats and his blood boils. It sounds like the sweetest melody from her lips.

They are silent for a moment as they watch the sun set behind the hills. The sound of birds chirping above them is the song heard. It's relaxing to be away from the city and from the manor. He never has his alone time like he did just a year ago. Yet, he enjoys sharing it with Lady.

"Thanks," she said softly as she kept her emerald hues on the sunset.

"For what?" He asked as his gaze slowly moved to her.

"For bringing me here," she replied. "I've never really left the city in my whole life and...this experience is very lovely. Despite the fear of falling at any moment."

His eyes softened at her words but then his whole body flinched when she rested her head upon his shoulder. He's never been so close to girl before. In his village, men hunted while woman cooked and took care of the children. The two never came together unless they were married. So, he never spent much time with girls before.

He kept his body completely still, not wanting to move because she might feel like he is rejecting her and he doesn't want her head to fall off his shoulders. His attention is only on the sunset as the sun vanished behind the hills. Then, he remembered about having her back before darkness engulfed the land. So, he stood up and offered his hand to help her off the branch. She climbed onto his back once more and the climb down was much easier than the climb up. Once his moccasins touched the grassy floor, she removed herself from his back and smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress.

"You seemed uncomfortable when I put my head on your shoulder," she said softly, avoiding eye contact.

"I wasn't," he lied through his teeth.

"Well, I think you were, you act like you've never been close to a girl," she said with hostility in her voice. "Or kissed one."

His face flushed at her words and he refuses to answer her because his pride is too great. He can't admit that he's never held a girl or kissed one. Yet, his silence is all the answer she needs.

"You've never been kissed?" She said with a smile on her face and humor in her tone.

"I-I...of course...I mean...not-" he is desperately trying to get his composure back but he feels like he has dug himself into a hole. He can feel her eyes digging into his soul which causes his face to flush in annoyance. "What I'm trying to say-"

Before he could finish his sentence, she leaned in and gently pressed her red lips against his. His eyes nearly bulged out as the shock of her unexpected kiss hit him. Her lips are so soft against his, like the petal of a flower.

For once, Connor let his emotions take control of a situation and when she pulled away from him, he only leaned forward to press his lips against hers. He can feel her smile in their kiss and she manged to deepen their kiss. Yet, he still feels naive and isn't sure what to do with his hands. She must have felt his awkwardness because even during their kiss, she took his hands and placed them on her hips. While her arms moved around his neck to pull him closer to her. His fingers dug into the curve shape of her hips, memorizing the shape as her lips moved over his. She pulled away only when oxygen was needed once again and it took every ounce of strength to kiss her once again, but managed to keep himself collected.

"There," she said mostly to herself as she removed her arms from her neck. "Now you've been kissed by a girl."

His senses are still being reeled from this kiss, so answering her is out of the question at the moment. Before he could even speak, her emerald eyes looked up to notice the sky is being taken over with the carpet of darkness. Her once calm composure becomes once with panic.

"We need to go back," she said with despairing tone in her honey like voice.

"What's the rush?" He asked but then mentally cursed himself for breaking their unspoken truce.

"Con-I mean, Ratonhnhaké:ton, I need to get back," she said with such a forlorn tone that it caused him to only nod.

"Okay, come on," he then helped her onto the horse and positioned himself in front of her.

After ten minutes they reached the city of Boston and the only light guiding them is the street lanterns. A few people pass them on their home. The shops are closing because the owners are locking the doors. He moved his horse toward the Tavern and once in front of it, Lady quickly slid off and smoothed down her inflamed red hair. He watched her with a questionable look as she tried to make herself look presentable for some reason.

"You look beautiful," he confessed as he looked down to her which caused her motion to decrease as she peered up at him.

A small smile appeared on her face, "Thank you. You'd better leave now. Thank you for today, I had a lovely time. Remember our agreement, you leave at night and I'll see you in the morning. "

He pressed his lips together and only nodded, remembering their unspoken truce together. She went inside the building and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. The sound of drunken men can be heard from inside which caused him to feel unsafe for Lady, yet he didn't say a word. His fingers touched his duel blades hiding within his clothing and the emotion of bloodlust begins to take over his mind. He made a promise to her, but...sometimes promises are meant to be broken.