Just a short quicky. It just popped in my head, while lazing around in my room. xD
Enjoy, guys!
…
"What are you doing?" You look up and see Connor approaching with an angry frown on his face. His deep, irate voice makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He shoves the young man standing in front of you, leaning close to your face with a dreamy expression spread over his own, and narrows his eyes.
"What the hell, Connor?" The man, who couldn't be older then 20, exclaims outraged.
"Not now, Jacob." Connor says, his dark, bottomless eyes never leaving yours. He tilts his head in question, probably still waiting for your answer to his earlier you continue staring at him without a twitch, a low grumble makes its way up his throat and he steps closer. "What is this?" The half Mohawk asks while his long, strong arm shoots up, indicating to the kludge you're standing behind.
"A kissing booth." You say nonchalantly, smiling at a lanky, dirty blond boy behind Connor. He winks at you with a wanton look but the grin freezes on his lips as soon as he notices the sturdy assassin's stern glare directed at him. He averts his eyes and shifts uncomfortably in his spot. Connor turns his attention back at you and raises an accusing eyebrow.
"You are selling your kisses?" Your bored eyes glance back at him then with a sigh, you nod in confirmation.
"Yes, for 50 cents, so pay up or be a gent and stand aside!" Although your tone is light and friendly, you know that your words felt like a sharp knife to his heart. His confused, almost hurt expression is proof enough. When he's still standing in front of the booth, intensely looking down at you, the crowd that's accumulated behind him start to dander.
"Why are you doing this?" He asks softly, shaking his head.
"Because I was asked. I'm helping in raising charity." You answer, as a barely 5 year old little boy runs up to you and smiles sweetly. You giggle as he starts to sway to and fro, shyly twirling the sides of his pants. You sit on your heels so you're now at eye level with your cute visitor, and offer him a yellow candy. His big, round blue eyes lit up with joy and he pecks you on the cheek then sets off with a hasty wave and a chuckled thank-you. Connor watches you stand up, a warm look shining in his eyes. "Now, if you excuse me, you're keeping up the line."
"You heard her, Kenway! Pay and get a kiss or go away!" A redhead man yells a bit more down the line then the dirty blond one that caught your attention a few minutes ago. Connor doesn't bother to look back at the cussing men behind, but instead slowly reaches down, his right hand disappearing somewhere near his holster.
"50 cents, huh?" He murmurs and you slightly lean to the side, your searching eyes easily catching his hand rummaging in his pocket. Moments later, he pulls out his hand and slams it down on the narrow edge of the kissing booth, leaving exactly 50 cents there. You stare at the coins with widened eyes, waves of shock traveling through your body. Connor crosses his arms in front of his chest, a smug look slowly spreading over his face.
"What's the meaning of this?" You ask, shyly raising your eyes to look into his. He smirks that trademark lofty smirk of his and shrugs apathetically.
"What does it look like?" He lets his arms fall back to his sides and leans closer, his nose mere inches from yours. "I'm paying for a kiss." Your breath hitches and your fingers turn white as your grip tightens on the basket full of candies you offer to the children coming up to you.
"Oh, hell no!" You whip your head towards Jacob, who's still standing where Connor rudely shoved him away, an annoyed look clearly present on his face. "That's not fair! You have to wait out your turn, Connor. Go and stand at the end of the line! I'm next." Jacob argues, stepping up, his shoulder knocking to Connor's. He sends you a toothy grin and attempts to lean in and capture your lips. Before he could do anything further than screwing his way closer to you, and the homestead owner could move to strangle him, you grab the assassin's collar and pull him in for a quick kiss. His lips are soft, just like you imagined they would be, and surprisingly demanding. When you think it's time to break the kiss and try to gently push him away, Connor clutches at your nape, drawing your body closer to his. You hear, and oh god, feel him curse to your lips, still kissing them fervently. He grabs the edge of the booth, most likely intending to crush it so it wouldn't stand between the two of you. With one hand firmly holding his biceps and the other travelling down to the one that's gripping the booth so hard it starts to shake, you deepen the kiss. His groan startles the men standing rooted to the ground behind your kissing pair, and they start retreating, sending confused looks to each other, as they realize there's no way they'd be getting any kisses this evening.
"Khm." The spell is broken as quickly as it was cast and the two of you pull away, breathing heavily. Both of Norris' eyebrows are raised so far up his forehead that you start to wonder whether it hurts or not. "Excuse my interruption, but…" He drops his 50 cents in the painted jar and grins at Connor. The native American lad reluctantly moves to the side, eying his friend as he leans in and pecks you on the cheek, just like that adorable 5 year old little boy.
"Thank you, hun." Norris says with a cheeky expression, winking at you. He turns to Connor and claps him on the shoulder. "Now, feel free to continue. The lady is yours." With that, he strolls away, making his way to the waving Myriam standing with Prudence and Hunter.