Ok, because I sucked horribly on this oneshot, I decided to just delete it and try again. I failed miserably, and I apologize for that.

I'm changing the scenario completely and I'll try and make it sound better (give me a break, I made a sudden uncomfortable transition from farm working to computer typing).

I think it's only fair to warn the possible kid readers (wait...why are they looking up M rated stories anyway?)

FLUFFY LEMON AHEAD! READ IF YOU DARE!

"Maria..." Altaïr gently brushed two fingers against her soft face, lifting her chin so they could stare into each others' eyes.

Maria was a bit shocked at Altaïr's behavior towards her. He looked so hesitant when he reached out to her, for she never expected him to be this way, nor did she imagine.

Worry began to creep into her as Altaïr dipped his head down to her, to where their foreheads and noses nearly touched. The feeling soon disintegrated once she felt her companion's soft lips gently brush against hers, the motion feeling so feathery and light, but also felt so...striking. As if Altaïr had suddenly took a match and lit Maria's innards on fire. She could not blame him for making her feel this way, after all they went through together, both could understand why they wanted...this...from one another.

Maria answered the kiss firmly. It felt so right to melt into the Assassin's embrace, to place her balms against his shoulders and to trail them down to his chest. She felt his breath hitch slightly under the tentative touch of her digits, but quickly recovered as one of his muscular arms encircled around her waist, pressing her against his warm body while the other snaked around to the back of her neck to enforce the strength of their kiss. He then brought his hands up to her braids, unleashing the black, curly tendrils from their confining prison and let them fall down past her neck.

They soon found themselves disrobing one another while their lips were still locked in an unbreakable bind. Maria pulled on the straps and buckles that held Altaïr's armor in place, letting the weapons fall to the ground in a bustle of small clinks and bangs. She traced her fingers over the smooth vambrace that covered his left arm, admiring the intricate designs etched into the weapon, before removing it and bringing her attention to his belt.

Altaïr enjoyed the feeling of Maria's hands winding their way over his body, being so careful and slow, as if taking her time with every tug and pull against his armor and clothes. Before he even realized it, his hands were resting on Maria's hips, lifting her tunic off her body and pushing her trousers down her muscled legs. His callused fingers gently traced over any scar he could find scattered across her anatomy, each one telling a tale of her past.

Maria found herself growing slightly uncomfortable once she felt Altaïr's fingers brush her very first love scar at her bodice line, the one she obtained from her first husband when he threatened her with a dagger when she did not give him consent to take her body to the bed.

Altaïr sensed her discomfort, and quickly brought his hand down to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. Breaking the kiss only for a moment, he whispered into her ear, "I won't hurt you, Maria...trust me with this." Maria let out a small nod, trusting the Assassin as he brought his mouth back up to hers.

Once the two were undressed completely, showing their basic human forms that always hid underneath the protection of cloth and leather, Altaïr took hold of Maria's arms and pulled her towards the bed. He gently pushed her down onto it, blanketing her body with his own and allowing his hands to roam over her figure, as well as his lips and tongue to dart out against every surface of skin he could find.

Maria never expected her companion to be such a gentle lover. With his profession, she always believed he'd be incredibly soulless and uncaring towards another human being. But of course, that were her beliefs before Cyprus, back when the other Crusaders were her family, back when everyone she despised but held dear to told her of stories of monsters like him...

Her mind wandered aimlessly over his touching, letting out moans and gasps from the pleasure Altaïr gave her as he manipulated her more sensitive areas. The Assassin finally moved back to her level, positioning himself between her legs, arms encircling around her waist. She let out a squeak as a wave of pleasure rippled through her, knowing that the time has finally come. Planting another kiss against her lips, he buried his face into the crook of her neck and brought her hips to meet his in a rough collision.

Maria let out a gasp as she felt Altaïr invade her body, easing himself and thrusting against and into her. Pain shot through her body as he settled deeper into her, but quickly died down once she felt Altaïr slow his pace slightly and took more care with loving her. Once he was sure that she was comfortable and did not feel pain, he quickened his thrusts, drawing out gutted moans from the women beneath him. Seconds of these lustful acts soon turned to minutes as pleasure shook their bodies.

Maria wrapped her legs around his waist, rocking against him as their intimate coupling finally began to take its' toll on them. She felt him deep inside her body, clenching and finally releasing as he let out a deep-throated groan while she, despite herself, let out a high-pitched whine as he collapsed on top of her, his ragged breathing echoing in her ear.

Altaïr, with his waning reserve of strength, removed himself from his lover, adjusting his body to where he still laid on top of her but not pressing his entire weight down, and pulled the sheets over their cooling bodies. He looked down to meet Maria's face, sweat caking both of their features and that hungry look of desire they started out with had now disappeared from their eyes and was replaced with the look of pure love. Maria reached out and wrapped her arms around Altaïr's waist, pressing a soft kiss over his heart and nuzzling his arm lovingly, letting a small smile emerge against her face.

Altaïr returned her smile and flipped over, bringing the woman with him to where he now laid on his back with Maria's head resting in the upper crook of his arm. They both then closed their eyes, surrendering themselves to sleep, at last feeling content and happy.

Altaïr awoke once dawn's rays fell against his eyes, forcing him to finally leaving his deep and peaceful sleep. He felt something silky-smooth and warm had curled itself against him, resting its' head against his bare chest and one arm wrapped around him possessively. Looking down, he beheld the image of Maria, sleeping so peacefully with possibly the most serene appearance he had ever seen. He remembered of their encounter the night prior, and he thought it was only his imagination toying with his nearly-dead emotions...but here, nestled against him was proof that things were now different, that he was still capable of loving a woman without once thinking of Adha's death...

Altaïr felt Maria stir in her sleep, only slightly opening her eyes, but then closing them quickly, as if she were teasing him into believing she was still asleep. He chuckled before adjusting his body, holding his lover to prevent her from sliding off the small bed. Bringing her into a tight embrace and began to grace her forehead, cheeks and crook of her neck with light kisses, taking delight in sensing the woman attempt to squirm away from him in a fit of giggles.

They reluctantly pulled away from one another and looked around the room for their clothes. As Maria tossed Altaïr's tunic towards him and returned back to searching for her underclothes under the bed, she snickered, "Well, my dashing Assassin. I never did expect you to be a gentleman...are you still one after that show and try to offer me breakfast?" She sighed, bringing herself back up to her full height and angrily looking around the room, not noticing that Altaïr held her breast bindings in his hand.

Altaïr chuckled, "Why of course, Maria...but I think we should eat breakfast on the road. You made quite a lot of noise last night and I have a feeling we'll receive either glares or smiles once we leave this room. Oh, and are you looking for this?"

His smile widened once he saw her turn around to him and a blush crossed over her fair features as she stared at the cloth twirling around his fingertips. Maria hurriedly rushed over to him, snatching the cloth away from him and proceeded to dress for the long ride home.

Once they were dressed, they left their room, ready to finally head back to Acre and Masyaf. They entered the lobby, trying to ignore the amused stares and thumbs-ups they, or more so Altaïr, received from the other residents and quickly saddled their horses.

Heh...I think it worked out better the second time...I made it longer, more of a oneshot, and finally gave these two a worthy way to start a relationship. I hope I didn't make them too OOC

Also, truly, I don't know where I would be if Era-Age and Zinkromo never signed up for Fanfiction...I owe these two a lot for the support they have shown me in FE, TL.

Ok, so yea...that was my first lemon (unless you want to include 3. Sneaking, but this one is more detailed) and did I make this oneshot better than how it started out? Please tell me! Lift this burden from my sunburned shoulders!