Oh my goodness everyone! I haven't updated in forever! But don't worry, I haven't given up on this story yet! I just love reading all your reviews. Oh and I love knowing that you all are reading this. It makes me so very happy! Anyways, mature content ahead, heh. Just a little though. Ugh, we have to deal with that Fiore again. He seriously needs some meds. Haha! I'm excited to get this chapter up. I probably don't say this enough but please, correct my language, spelling, grammar, etc. If you see anything wrong, I'm always open for constructive criticism. Enough of my babbling, let's get on with it, shall we?
I OBVIOUSLY DON'T OWN ASSASSIN'S CREED, so don't ask, I only own my OC's.
The next morning Lia woke up with two, strong arms wrapped around her. She smiled up at her lover, he looked so peaceful asleep. Once she began to untangle herself from his arms his eyes opened. A lazy smile crossed his face "Goodmorning, mio amore," he purred while planting a kiss on her head. "How are you this morning?"
The young woman returned his smile "I am wonderful, better than that even," she said, kissing his cheek. A mischevious look in his eye appeared. She cocked an eyebrow at this, but she felt his rough hands started to skim up her body and she knew. Lia laughed while kissing his lips, he deepened it instantly. Her fingers began to trace a scar over his heart. She broke away from him and he groaned "What's the story behind this?" she asked.
His eyes shone his annoyance "I'm trying to make love to you and you ask about my scars?" muttered Ezio.
Lia pecked his lips "There will be plenty of time for that, now, I want to learn more about the man I love." she stated, then blushed when she realized she had said she loved him.
He smirked "You love me, eh?" he leaned in closer, his breath brushing over her face. "But I thought I was just an old pervert?" she scowled.
"Don't try and change the subject," she grumbled, leaning away from him. She sat up, her legs stradled his torso and the blankets fell from her body. Ezio's lustful gaze was locked onto her breasts which were exposed to the cool air. Lia's fingers still traced the scar "Tell me," she husked to him.
His tongue darted around his mouth, wetting his now dry mouth. "Um, well, it happened not to long ago. Probably only a few months or so. It was when the Auditore Villa was attacked. I was running across the rooftops trying to get to my uncle Mario. As I neared him, I was shot, it was clean and didn't hit my heart. Although, it was close. Mario, wasn't so lucky." he finished his story, waiting for her to give him the okay.
She smiled, her fingers tracing another scar down his stomach "This one?"
"Lia," he groaned loudly, he didn't look happy at all, she crinkled her nose.
"Fine, I'll just get up," she began to slip away but he caught her and rolled her over on the bed and positioned himself above her. She bit her lip as her eyes skimmed over their compromising position. Her eyes locked with his and he smirked.
He leaned down and brushed his lips along her neck, she moaned quietly to him "I earned this one two years ago. I was fighting in a small battle outside of Napoli. I was drunk and in being an idiota(idiot). I argued with a man who offended one of the courtesans and I punched him. He pulled out a dagger and sliced my stomach. It wasn't deep and I didn't lose to much blood. Although," he chuckled "it gave the courtesans quite a scare,"
Lia snorted "Why? Were they worried they couldn't romp with their beloved Ezio anymore?" she muttered, he laughed. He rubbed his growing groin between her legs.
"Are you jealous, mio amore?" he teased her, she sighed in pleasure as his lips descended down her body to her erect nipples.
The young woman locked her legs around his waist "No," she mumbled, her vision going hazy.
Ezio slipped inside her and she gasped while he groaned at her tightness. His thrusts were slow, he liked teasing her. Each thrust seemed deeper than the other, brushing over the special spot that caused her to shiver. She wished he would just constantly hit that spot. They rocked together, both of them were lost in the blissful oblivion. She didn't last long, she cried out as her climax surged through her. "Lia," he groaned, this time in pleasure, as she squeezed his aching member. His release followed almost directly after hers.
The male assassin flopped next to her, satisfied and ready for another nap. Lia panted next to him, trying to regain her breath. She slowly got up, her legs were pretty sore. Ezio chuckled as he watched her hobbled to the wash room that connected to his room. "What are you doing?" he called to her. She poured hot water into the tub before jumping in.
"What does it look like I'm doing," she replied back, her eyes closed lazily and she rested her head against the wooden tub. There wasn't a word from him so Lia knew he had dozed off. After washing the grime off her body and out of her hair she got out. She grabbed Ezio's shirt off the ground. As she pulled it on she opened the windows to let in some air and sunlight. Then she hobbled back to bed so she could pull on his pants and some of his boots. She wanted to go out to get food for her and the lump in bed.
His clothing hung like drapes on her, she had to tie a piece of rope around her waist to keep the pants up. Lia smiled at herself in his mirror, all decked out in his raiment. The young woman skipped outside, spotting Machaivelli right away. He was drinking coffee while sitting at his desk as he looked over some papers. The philosopher seemed to be deep in thought and didn't even notice her approach. "Machaivelli," she said, startling him slightly "can you point me in the direction of the kitchen?" his eyes raked over her with a knowing expression.
He flicked a finger to a closed door "It is in there," he cleared his throat "when did you get here?"
She smiled "Last night, it was late. You must have been asleep," she shrugged as she headed for the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled when she caught sight of shelves of food. Lia quickly cooked up a decent breakfast before bringing to her assassin in bed. Immediatly after the food entered the room he awoke.
"Grazie, mio amore," he purred as he crunched into a cannoli "you are a good cook," he complemented her.
Smiling, Lia began to eat "Yes, well, my mother insisted I know how to do so," he chuckled "So, what are we doing today?"
She watched as his gaze darkened "I have some business to attend to. Although you will have to stay away for awhile, we don't want Fiore to be suspicious." Lia was about to protest but he cut her off with a raise of his hand. "I know you are not pleased. I talked to your uncle and we both agreed it would be best if you kept your distance from me. Your uncle has learned many things about this Fiore Rizzo while you were away with him." stated Ezio.
Lia furrowed her brow "Like what?"
The famed male assassin sighed "Bad things. He is a murderer and also a former assassin. He killed for power and gained Cesare's trust when he eliminated a few senators for him. Thus, he was accepted into the Papal forces. Fiore is not someone to tamper with, you will have to be extremely careful," Ezio warned.
"I have a plan," she told him, her eyes burned with an unhindered hate. "I will kill him at the altar, in front of every single person. This will instill a fear in the Templars that will keep them away from us. Before our wedding day I will assassinate the assassin that is following me now."
Ezio gave her an uneasy look "Are you sure about killing him in front of everybody? You will become notorious and a target of the city. They will search everywhere for you," he shook his head "No, I wont allow it. We should go about this more carefully. Your family could potentially be in danger."
Lia groaned, leaning back on the bed "This is much to difficult," she felt him get up and begin to dress in his robes. "How about we just bring my family here so they can't find them." she suggested watching him get dressed.
"If that is what you want, I will make it happen. I just don't think it is smart," he said honestly, making her scowl.
She hopped up "Then tell me what to do! Since you know everything," she snapped, hurriedly undressing and redressing in her own robes. He sighed as he helped her buckle some of her armor.
"I'm not interfering," he reassured the irritated girl "You do what you want," he shrugged and left.
Lia grumbled before leaving to the outdoor world. Some help he was. As she rounded the corner a hand shot out and caught her wrist. The startled girl glanced at the person who happened to be the asasssin who was following her. "Come, Fiore requests your prescence." he hissed in a low voice to her. She struggled in his steel like grip.
"So how does it feel to be Fiore's lap dog? You follow his every order huh," Lia spat the venomous words "you're his bitch,"
The assassin whirled around and slammed her into a stone wall, Lia cracked her head. She gasped as the breath was knocked out of her lungs. "Watch your mouth woman, I will kill you. I don't care about Fiore, all I want is his money." he growled, their faces were inches away. She could feel his hot breath wash over her face. Lia flushed in rage.
"Once I tell Fiore-" she was cut off by his snort.
He smirked "What is that man going to do to me? Nothing. He needs me right now. So you might as well save your breath," he told her and began to drag her away again. This mysterious assassin paid no respect to anyone, he shoved the civilians aside and onto the ground. Lia apologized for him each time.
After a few minutes of practically jogging down the streets of Roma they reached the country side. The male assassin hijacked two horses and launched her onto one, he made sure she was following. Lia was smart enough to do so. This assassin fightened her a bit. Finally they approached a large gated villa. So this must be Fiore's living quarters. The gates opened and two Templar guards stood at the enterance. "Welcome Messere(Mister)Anton," they said to the assassin. So that was his name, Anton.
He nodded at them, still dragging the young woman behind him. Anton brought her inside, through the large halls, to what looked to be sun room with glass walls and ceiling. There sat Fiore, sipping his tea while laughing with an elder woman. The magician smiled as he spotted Lia "Ah, mother, meet my mariee(bride(French))," he gestured to the young brunette. Anton let go of her, bowed and exited.
Lia cleared her throat awkwardly while pulling down her hood. The woman who was announced as Fiore's mother had a judgemental gaze. "Should she not be dressed like a woman? Not some hooligan," she spit out.
The female assassin was about to retalate with a sharp counter but Fiore silenced her with one look. She had to bite her tongue. "Mother, I would prefer you not to treat her in such a way," He told her in a forced sugary tone.
Her cynical eyes glared him down "Fine, nous laisser mon fils(leave us my son(French))." commanded the woman. Fiore nodded towards his mother then gave Lia a quick kiss on the cheek before exiting. The young brunette stood there awkwardly, her eyes wandered around the bright and lavish room. The older woman that sat in silence, still watching the young woman, was undoubting beautiful. Her blonde hair was just starting to gray and she had probably just started getting wrinkles on her creamy skin. She had piercing gray eyes that seemed to sear through Lia. "Sit," she told the uncomfortable girl who instantly complied.
Another spell of silence was brought upon them. Finally Lia found her voice "This room is quite lovely," she said randomly. She didn't quite know what to say.
"Tell me, why are you marrying my son?" she asked. The young woman pulled at a thread on her robes, not answering. Her silence seemed to confirm something for the other woman. "Ah," is all she murmured. For a few seconds they enjoyed the scenery. "He is forcing you to marry him, I can see it. It is written on your face." she sighed "He is exactly like his father," this startled Lia.
She stumbled over her words "H-He forced you t-to marry him t-too?"
The woman bowed her blonde head, a look of deep thought was on her face. "Oui(yes(French)), when I was younger every man wanted to marry me. Including Fiore's father, I foolish to engage in an affair with him. After I wanted to break it off he threatened to hang me and my family," the story was all too familiar to Lia. She had been threatened the same way. The elder woman sighed once more "So I agreed, reluctantly."
"I understand," Lia whispered "this is happening to me now," her sad blue eyes locked with the elderly womans and that look of knowing crossed her aged face.
A small smile graced her lips "Ah," she murmured "you are in love, but not with my son."
Lia's eyes just about sprung out of her head, she was like an open book to this lady! "How d-do you k-know?" she stammered.
The elderly woman laughed lightly "I know a woman in love when I see one," she had a new light in her eyes. "Lia, that is your name correct?" Lia nodded, letting the elderly woman continue. "This will be hard, but I will try to make your stay in my family as enjoyable as possible. You are young and I know marriage is not what you are looking for right now, but it seems you have no choice. I will try my hardest, ma chere(my dear(French))," her aged hands clasped Lia's youthful ones.
Lia's eyes fell downcast, no matter how hard this woman tried she would never enjoy her marriage to Fiore. This is why she planned on killing him. Hopeful this nice woman could forgive her for taking away her son. "What is your name?" the younger female asked.
The elderly woman chuckled "How rude of me, j'mappelle Eveline Rizzo(I am Eveline Rizzo(French))." her name had an elegant ring to it.
Suddenly the door opened and in stepped Fiore, he had a bright smile on his face. "Pere de maman est arrive(Mother, father has arrived(French))." he announced excitedly. He reached out and grasped Lia's hand "Come, we must go. I want you to meet him," he drug her down the hallways to a large foyer. In walked a tall, broad shouldered man covered in armor. He was laughing heartily and talking with another man.
"I am sure we will rule Roma soon," he was saying pridefully. His eyes landed on his son and his bride. His smile widened "So this is the tres belle (very beautiful(French)) Lia I have heard so much about!" he reached out and gave her a kiss on both of cheeks. The young woman was frozen, she wasn't sure what to do.
She simply blush and murmured "It is nice to meet you,"
The rest of the time she had to sit and listen to Fiore's father, Marcel, new stories of the war and amazing journies. She was bored out of her mind but she kept thinking about her assassin that was waiting for her. A small smile would occasionally ghost over her lips as she thought of the night before. Goose bumps would bloom on her skin when she thought of Ezio's lips on her body. Marcel noticed her love-struck daze and his green eyes narrowed. "Fiore, son, may I talk to you in another room?" alarm flashed in Eveline's gaze.
Fiore nodded and stood along with Marcel "Of course," replied the elated man. He wouldn't be for much longer.
After they were gone Eveline leaned towards Lia, her voice was hushed and urgent "Listen, Lia you are in danger. If they even suspecting you are having an affair you will be dead." the young womans eyes widened. "You need to snap out of it," she hissed.
Lia nodded "I'm sorry," she mumbled lamely, she knew once Fiore was suspicious she would never get any time with Ezio and she would probably be beat by him. She wouldn't allow it though, she would threaten him right back this time. The brunette was tired of being pushed around.
The door re-opened and a not-so-happy Fiore entered, his sharp green eyes landed on his 'fiance'. "Lia, we need to go." he said. At first everything was calm as Fiore walked Lia back to her house. But then again they always say, it is calm before a storm. Boy, were they true. The magician whirled around and gripped her hair, he shoved her up against a wall. She winced at the impact. "Who is he?" he hissed.
"Who is who?" Lia managed to growl out, she felt her hidden blade start to slip from her gauntlets.
Fiore scoffed "The man you are sleeping with. I want to know!" he roared.
She snarled at him "I am a virgin! How dare you insult me!" she spat at him. His grip released from her hair and she thought he had calmed down. His finger slipped down her face to her neck where he began to grasp tightly, suffocating her.
His eyes flared with rage "You dirty little whore, tell me! I will kill you and that bastard." he hissed. That was it, Lia snapped and she pushed him away. She slashed his cheek with her blade and he cried out in pain. What she didn't see coming was his quick reflexs. He had her on the ground in an instant, a dagger to her throat. His blood ran down his cheek and dripped onto her face. Her eyes were wide with fear. "I gave you everything you could possibly want, yet you still betray me," he growled.
"Fiore, listen to me, I did not betray you," she whispered, she cringed as she thought of what to do next. Lia leaned in, her lips barely touching his. "I am your bride," she murmured. He pressed his lips to hers in a frenzied passion. Lia was disgusted, she wanted to kill him then but she couldn't. Not yet. His rough hands began to grope her body.
"I'm so sorry Lia," he murmured into her ear as he hungerily ravished her neck. She prayed to God that her uncle would appear and make him leave. For some reason, God decided to answer her prayers. Out stepped her uncle, a bewildered look overtook his face. Lia gasped like she was ashamed of their actions. Fiore jumped away, he was panting now. "Gilberto, I am sorry." he apologized as he stood. Lia gave her uncle a grateful look.
La Volpe stalked over to the man "Get out of here, how dare you try to ruin her innoscence!" he growled. Fiore quickly ran away. The young woman jumped up and threw herself into her uncles arms.
"He almost killed me," she whispered to him, La Volpe sighed in reply. He brushed away some stray hair.
"I thought Ezio told you he was dangerous?" the slightly confused man stated.
Lia nodded, while swallowing, her throat hurt. "He did, but I didn't expect him to be so, animalistic." she shuddered.
La Volpe sighed once more "Go take a bath, I have heated some water." he urged her into the house. The young brunette staggered into the wash room. Her head was swimming with a mixture of thoughts. He was much more deadly than she expected.
After taking a long bath she dressed back in her assassin's robes. "I need to see Ezio," she stated as she passed her uncle on the sofa.
"You cannot, he is away on a mission. He has to save some actor from death to get a key." La Volpe informed her. She frowned instantly.
She huffed "Why didn't he take me with him? How rude," she muttered.
La Volpe sipped his wine "You should probably get some rest, you have had a long day."
"No, I need to go release some anger. Just being around Fiore causes me rage," she fisted her hand and growled.
Her uncle gave her a gentle look "Please be careful mio caro(my dear)," he called to her as she bounded out the door.
Lia went around attacking random groups of Borgia guards that stalked about Roma. She showed no mercy with all her pent up anger. How could she let some man push her around? Her 'wedding' was in a week. She planned on having her family secreted to Roma in three days. Then the night before her wedding she would murder that damned Anton. When the big day came she would walk down the aisle with a big smile. She would finally get to end Fiore Rizzo da Francia. Lia would have an escape plan ready by that time.
As she thought of killing Fiore her strikes become more deadly than the last. Bodies laid scattered about and blood, which was not hers, stained her robes. One week, one week and she wouldn't be trapped any longer.
So did you like it? Huh? Huh? You basically just saw some Ezio x Lia cuteness and some Fiore crazyness. But, what's a chapter of Dangerous Love without that, I mean, c'mon. Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon. I hope you enjoyed this little chapie. Grazie amici! Addio!
-LoveToWrite14