A/N: So Altair hasn't exactly gotten over it. Don't worry, he will.

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(AltairPOV)

I went into Amai's quarters. "Get up," was all I said before grabbing her wrist and dragging her into my room. I closed and locked the door behind me—this was a private conversation.

"Oh, now you want to talk?" She spat at me.

"No, you're talking," I hissed, my voice furious and icy. "I want answers. And you're lucky I'm even listening to you at this point."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I crossed my arms. "You betrayed me, you betrayed the Brotherhood, and you betrayed Robert. Do you even have a sense of loyalty?"

"Altair, you don't understand. I never—"

"Answer my question."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm still here, aren't I?"

"That doesn't mean a thing. You were meeting with Templars."

"I was no—"

"Looks like it to me," I growled, advancing on her. She held her ground.

"Do you want answers or not?"

I threw my hands up in exasperation. "You know what? I'm not even sure."

"Altair, just shut up for a second," she said, and her lips were on mine. Hell yeah, I was angry, but for a second I didn't care. Instead I was succumbing to her well-timed trap. Her fingers curled in my short hair as she pulled me back onto the bed. One hand supported me above her as the other tried to blindly find its way into her clothes.

Before long said clothes were gone from our bodies and laying in a gray-and-white heap in the floor. I was going to prove to us both that I didn't care what had happened, what the truth was, only that she was here now and she was on our side. That she was mine.

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I sat up in bed with a groan. Why was I so tired…?

Something warm squirmed beside me and I remembered what had happened last night. Amai had a purple spot on the inside of her thigh—a bruise that marked her as mine, no one else's.

There was a knock on the door. "Altair? Altair, are you awake?"

I was going to get up when I noticed me state of undress. After fumbling through the heap of clothes I pulled on my pants and trudged over to the door with a yawn. "What, Raouf?"

"Al Mualim wants to speak with you and Amai, but I can't find her anywhere."

"I'll get her," I volunteered and he left.

Door closed, I went back to Amai and straddled her hips to keep her from moving around too much. "Amai…?" I purred softly into her ear. "Amai, wake up."

She moaned awake. "Altair… what are you doing?"

"I'm waking you up more gently," I smiled. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"You remembered," she said jokingly.

"Of course," I murmured before our lips met. The kiss was soft and sweet and beautifully long.

I forgot about Al Mualim.

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"Altair, how did it go?" Faruk asked, walking downhill with me to the training ring as the sun set. We leaned against the fence.

"Amai provided us with information about the Templars' innermost workings, Solomon's Temple in particular," I explained. "And he gave me a lecture about forgetting to go to him earlier."

He crossed his arms with a sigh. "So, you and Amai…"

"Is it that obvious?" I pulled my canteen from my belt and took a few long swallows.

"No, but Abbas told me you two had quite a night," he grinned. I practically inhaled my canteen.

Faruk banged on my back while I choked. "Why was he awake?" I coughed when I regained my ability to speak.

He just shrugged.

We stood for a few moments in an awkward silence when he asked, "Do you think she'd share?"

I nearly took his head off.

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A/N: Faruk, the ever playful. This is why I love him, the nosy little miscreant.