Altair approached the meditating ninja slowly and stopped as he realized that she was becoming very hard to focus on. He blinked a few times and tried again but the edges of her shape were starting to blur into the surrounding greenery. It was making his eyes water trying to look at something that wasn't there.

Suddenly he felt a knife against his throat and a voice in his ear.

"What did I tell you about sneaking up on me?" she whispered and he could feel her breath on his neck.

"I wasn't paying attention. I find it hard to remember things when blades are at my throat."

She stepped away and started to walk towards the complex sheathing the knife as she went and letting go of the feeling of heat that had come off his body.

"Wait." He said. "I came to ask you something."

She stopped and turned her upper body he stepped close to her and touched one of the star shaped metal objects that adorned the belt that went across her chest.

"What are those?"

Night's hand twitched upwards as if to touch his but she stopped the urge and let out a harsh breath of air before walking out of his touch but he managed to drag his fingers above her belt across her midriff. She gasped slightly and blinked slowly before continuing.

"Where are you going."

"I'm answering your question."

Altair followed her to a nearby tree where she stopped and in three unbelievably fast actions she had thrown all of her strange things into the tree.

"They are called Shurkens, the ones I just threw." She pulled one out of the tree and brought it over for him to look at. "Are relatively simple designs but I have one special one."

He took the simple one from her and turned it over in his hands feeling the weight and then transferred his gaze to the other one she held which looked to him like just a thick metal disk.

"How does that…"

She pressed a small button in the center and blades flicked out.

"I've never seen anything like that before." He said. "How do you throw them?"

"Well…" She put her special one away and took the other one back from him demonstrating how he had to flick his wrist.

"Can I try?" he asked.

She nodded and he threw it how she'd shown him. It didn't even make it to the tree.

"It takes a while to get it right." She said. "And there are other techniques to make them come back to you."

"So how log does it take to get that right?" He asked.

"A while, but don't worry I cant throw knives so we are even." She went to get the rest of them but he stopped her .

"You cant throw knives?" he asked in slight disbelief.

"No."

"I don't believe you."

She narrowed her eyes and took one of his stepping back and taking a deep breath before sending the knife spinning towards the wood which it thunked off.

When she looked back to the assassin he had disappeared and suddenly she felt a hand on her hip and warmth at her back while he corrected her throwing action.

She took a deep breath her eyes the size of saucers at his actions.

"Relax into it you feel far too tense." He said pulling her back into him. She gasped at the added bodily contact. How was she supposed to relax with his fingers around hers and his mouth almost whispering things in her ear?

"Now try again." He said almost nuzzling against her neck his arm now fully around her waist.

Her fingers seemed to have lost their strength but she regained it enough to make it to the tree and went to pull away and get it but he pulled her back pressing the hilt of another knife into her hand and, holding her arm up horizontal to her body, ran his hand down her side over her ribs. She dropped the knife into the dust at her surprise her whole body trembling. She pulled away forcefully backing away a few steps.

"Want do you want?" she asked swallowing.

"And there was me thinking I was making myself clear." Altair said with a sly grin advancing on her she backed into another tree feeling like a cornered animal.

He put on hand on one side of her head and closed off her other point of exit by placing his hand on the side of her neck running his fingers over the thin cloth to her lips through which he could feel her breath coming in short gasps.

"So you haven't ever done anything like this before?" he asked softly but she didn't answer and he ran his thumb up wards and over her eyelid that flickered underneath his rough touch.

"S-Stop." She managed.

"Perhaps I will." He said tracing the faint outlines of her ribs through her shirt. "On one condition."

"Altair…" she started and for a moment he was taken aback at the use of his name coming from her lips in a foreign almost seductive way.

"Help me out on a mission in Damascus and I'll never touch you like this again." He said pressing his lips to her cloth covered cheek.

"Fine." She said her eyes half closed.

"Deal." He replied and kissed her through the thin material that covered her lips.

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Heh heh heh. Short but hopefully good. :P

I do not own any of the characters contained herein, apart from night. (that includes any of the assassins creed storyline I may have nicked.)