It has some lime, but nothing too extreme, mainly kissing,eheh.

As I said, I own NOTHING of AC3...but I wish I did.

Adrik sat down in a small clearing as Arlette carefully made her way into the woods, "I hope you are happy,Adrik. I'll never, ever do this again! Ugh..." of course it was still bright, she managed to tell her father that she was going on an afternoon stroll...Arlette hated to lie to her parents but this was an extreme situation. The girl rose the edge of her dress so she could walk without having a part of the fabric torn off by the sticks and stones on the ground. The black cat lead the way, avoiding animals and dangerous paths, after all, he wanted Arlette to see Connor without losing a limb, "Adrik,I hope this isn't too far, or else-,"she gasped loudly at the sight of the manor, it was so beautiful and almost as big as her house, "Oh my God...i-is this the place?" she asked silently, clutching the sash on her palms as Adrik simply walked to the front door.

Arlette took a deep breath, running her hands on her hair and dress, a violent heat was permanent on her cheeks, "This is it... you can do it Arlette." she whispered to herself, gently knocking on the wooden door three times. It wasn't long until footsteps could be heard, they were slow and calculated, as if the person was in doubt of answering the door. She wondered if it was Connor who'd answer... The doorknob moved a bit, before the door was open just enough for a face to glare through the creak. "Can I help you?"

"U-Um..." Arlette gulped, "I-I'm here because...um...you see, this might sound really crazy but my cat brought me here." the older man behind the door scrunched his eyebrows, before his eyes moved downwards to see that damned black cat. Adrik had his pupils in slits, his ears were folded back slightly in warning. That was when Achilles remembered, "Is your name Arlette?"

"Y-yes, sir."

A smile formed on his features, "Are you here to see Connor?"

The girl clenched the sash on her hands as the red blush appeared upon her pales cheeks again, lower lip curled inside her mouth while she nodded mutely. "He's not here now, but he won't take long to come back." the Master Assassin said, opening the door wider, "Come inside,I just made tea." he didn't waited for her answer, considering he was already walking to the kitchen. Arlette stood on her spot with her hands locked together, the sash between her fingers as she carefully stepped inside. She was amazed to see that it was actually bigger thant it appeared to be, with long hallways and several rooms up the stairs. Adrik meowed, pressing his head on her ankle to make Arlette move forward, "Alright, alright! I'm going!" she said, glaring at the black cat as he trotted beside her.

A Red Coat sat down by a rock, sipping a warm cup of tea while enjoying the day. Closing his eyes for a slight moment, the man didn't noticed the tall shadow lurking behind him.

Slurk!

The man fell limp on the ground with a his throat bleeding, the cup of tea fell from his hand, the contents inside mixing with his own blood. Connor adverted his gaze towards the small camp down the hill, men were sitting on large logs with cups on their hands. They were laughing, having fun without caring that one of their friends was killed... well, they hadn't seen him yet. Brown eyes moving to a large tree, Connor quickly leaped on one of the long branches, swinging himself until he managed to pull his body up. Crouching in the shadows, the young Assassin grabbed the rope dart from his pouch, letting it dangle from his fingers for a few moments before he decided who'd be the victim.

With a quick movement, the dart penetrated through one of the men's chest cavity, puncturing one of his lungs. The rest of the men gasped as their companion was dragged up violently, body dangling from the tree as Connor leaped down. Before they could get their rifles, Connor was already stabbing them with his hidden blades. He was way too fast for them. A scrawny soldier, nothing more than 17 he presumed, screamed like a woman while scurrying off to call his commander. Connor looked over his shoulder, letting the corpse on his hold fall on the ground and got on pursue. Hot on the Red Coat's tail, Connor flexed his legs before taking a jump, landing atop of the scrawny man's back. The british man whimpered, eyes glassy with tears as Connor grabbed his tomahawk, giving one swift blow on the Red Coat's skull.

Now he could go after the commander. Leaving bloody footsteps on the snow, Connor marched to where the barracks were located, seeing the silhouette of the man lying on his bed, sleeping. Licking his fore finger and thumb, the Assassin extinguished the flame on the melted candle inside the tent. He was right, the man was sleeping, with his hands on his stomach while his hat was placed upon his face. Connor kneeled besides the bed, slowly removing the hat and throwing it aside carelessly, the british commander blinked his eyes open, widening them at the sight of the Assassin. Connor placed his blade upon the bearded man's neck.

"Where's Charles Lee?"

"W-Who?"

That made the blade press deeper against the commander's skin, making him whimper in fear.

"Where's. Charles. Lee?" Connor asked, pausing at each word with a sneer.

"I-I don't know. I swear!"

Connor frowned, narrowing his eyes before glancing down at the man's eyes, "D-Don't kill me...please!" the Assassin groaned, shutting his eyes in frustration. They could just tell him! Or they could tell him where his father was at at least... but they were too loyal to betray them. The same thing happened with Ravin Ellis, that drunk bastard kept repeating the same thing..."You prefer to die than reveal where he is at?"

The man gulped mutely.

"Very well."

Connor swiftly slit the man's throat, standing up to clean his blade on the edge of his robes. That was pointless... and he was starting to get frustrated. He had to do something fast, he had to find the right man to ask what he needed. But now, he needed a bath and perhaps something to eat.

On the way back to the homestead, Connor saw two trails of footsteps that stopped on the front door. Pulling down his hood, Connor slowly opened the door, he couldn't hear much...but someone else was here with Achilles.

That was when he heard muffled voices on the kitchen, followed by a laugh he was sure ti belonged to his mentor. Connor narrowed his eyes in suspicion, carefully walking towards the kitchen's doorway, managing to see Achilles sitting on the chair while drinking his tea...was that...Adrik by his feet?

"Ah! Connor! Good to have you back!" the old man smirked coyly, "There's someone here to see you."

Connor managed to step onto the kitchen, eyes widening and a heat taking over his cheeks when Arlette came into his view, "Arlette?" the girl blushed a light shade of pink, waving gently at Connor from her seat. Achilles looked at the two back and forth, hiding a smirk as he got up with a sigh, "Well! I'll go outside for a while, see how the weather is." Connor received a pat on the shoulder from his mentor, "Don't stare at her dumbly like that." Achilles chuckled, disappearing on the doorway along with Adrik. Both decided to leave Connor and Arlette alone.

An awkward silence took over them. Connor kept opening and shutting his mouth as a fish, not knowing what to say...even though he was happy that he could see Arlette but angry considering he wouldn't be able to hug her with the robes covered in blood. Arlette was the first one to break the silence, "I brought your sash back." her voice was so quiet, amazingly she was not scared by the amount of blood on his robes and hands, but by the fact that the two are alone from everyone. That Achilles and Adrik were outside, that Sophie was nowhere to be seen... that the two could finally enjoy that moment together. Connor lowered his eyes ot the red fabric on her hands, rising his own to grab it, "Was it Adrik?" she nodded with a giggle, biting her lower lip as his fingertips touched her palms, curling around the sash to pull it away from her grasp.

"Are you hurt?" she asked, thinking if some of the blood on his clothes was his own. "No." he said softly, folding the sash on his hand before cleaning his throat "I-I...I will change this. It'll be really fast,I promise!" Arlette nodded at him, meaning she wasn't going to leave so soon. Connor hurried towards his room, pratically yanking his robes, "Damn it!" he groaned,a part of his hood was stuck on his head as he tried to tug it off. When it was finally out, Connor ran a hand over his hair before moving to his pants. Throwing the belt and sash aside, Connor sat on the bed to remove his boots.

"Come on! Come on!" he argued with the boots, tugging on the sole until it was off; repeating the same process with the remaining one. It was a hard thing to find clothes when you are in a hurry to see someone you like...and Connor was no exception. He whipped a white shirt over his head and a pair of pants on, putting on some short length boots before hurrying back ot the kitchen.

"I'm back."

Arlette looked over her shoulder, blushing a light pink at the sight of that handsome Assassin. The clothes he was wearing really bring out his body...in...very nice ways. "You look good." it was true, he did. Connor smiled softly, before looking into her blue eyes,"What are you doing here?"

"Oh well...Adrik stole your sash." she licked her lips, clasping her hands together, "And um...he wanted me to give it back to you." she mumbled, blushing a light pink before adverting her eyes. God, she was so cute. Connor fought back the smile that was about to form on his face, "You could've get hurt... you walked a long distance from your house." he whispered, giving one step closer towards Arlette, then another and another, "But I appreciate you are here."

"You do?"

"Yes." Connor gently touched the side of her face with his fingertips, watching her eyes close as she leaned on his touch, "I've been... so stressed lately..." his fingers slid to the side of her neck, barely touching the column of her throat, "And then there's you...you make me forget everything." his hand caressed her shoulder, feeling the fabric touch the pads of fingers and palm. Arlette curled her lower lip inside her mouth, feeling the violent heat take over her cheeks again, "I-I am glad..." she couldn't finish her phrase, since Connor decided too much time had passed since he had kissed her little lips. Arlette blinked her eyes shockedly, hands on his shoulders as their lips locked together. Surprised by his actions but completely aware by the fact that she NEEDED to feel his lips on hers, Arlette kissed him back, wrapping her arms on his neck as he hoisted her small frame on his arms.

It wasn't long until their innocent kissing turned into something more passionate. Suddenly, Connor had pinned Arlette against the wall, hands caressing her slim thighs through the fabric of her dress while her own little hands cupped his face. She had to admit that she liked this side of Connor as well, not only the mysterious, handsome man she met a month ago...no, she liked his wild side, more than she should. Connor bit her lower lip with his teeth, tugging the flesh before kissing her again. God, he was losing his control and that was not good, but don't matter how many times he tried. His mind said 'no' but his body screamed 'yes'! And hearing Arlette's little moans were only making his control slip even more.

Finally letting go of her lips, he made a trail of kisses towards her neck, licking and biting the soft pale skin. Arlette gasped, biting her knuckles as she felt his warm mouth devouring her neck without any remorse. Connor bit her neck, growling deeply on his throat.

Yes.

Growling.

It wasn't long until a large red irritated spot was marked on Arlette's neck, he wasn't even caring about the consequences of it. All of he cared was of finding new ways to make Arlette moan. His hips moved forward, grinding against her crotch suddenly and making the red head girl gasp in surprise. Was that...was that him? Arlette's eyes widened suddenly, knowing what was soon to happen, "C-Connor, Connor stop." she weakly tried to pry him away from her neck and body, but it was useless. Whimpering quietly, Arlette tried once again, gasping as his finger dug onto the flesh of her thighs through the fabric. "C-Connor!" a weak slap was landed on his shoulder, making the young Mohawk snap his head up at her in surprise, "W-What?"

"We need to stop."

Connor's face went blank, but a disappointed look could be seen in his eyes, "Oh...s-sorry..." he carefully placed her down, cleaning his throat as he tried to comb her hair back into place and Arlette pulled her sleeves up to her shoulders again. Connor felt embarassed for what he did...and for the fact that his crotch seemed like it was being strangled by his pants, "Forgive me Arlette." he said quietly, looking away from the girl, "I-I shouldn't have done that." the thought on his mind went from ' she'll never want to see your face again' to 'her father will castrate you.'...the last one gave him some shudders. Arlette blushed, rubbing her neck only to feel that the spot where he kissed was still warm to the touch, "It's fine...Connor it's okay..." she said sweetly, cupping his face on her hands and sending him a cute smile, "I never said I didn't liked...I just...I just think it's too early for us to do anything."

The young Assassin nodded, moving his gaze away, "I'm still embarassed for what I did," he whispered, "I feel terrible."

"You shouldn't." she said softly, rubbing her thumb over a small scar on his left cheek bone, "As I said,I liked...I like when we kiss." Arlette said, biting her lower lip before looking out of the window, "I must go...father is probably worried about me." she said, watching as he nodded silently, still not looking at her. Arlette sighed, pressing her lips on his in a reassuring kiss, she didn't wanted him to feel bad, "It's alright." she whispered on his lips, feeling his hands cupping her own cheeks, yet another kiss pressed upon Arlette's already swollen lips, "It's alright." she repeated, giving a step back with a light pink blush and a shy smile upon her was holding her hand, he didn't wanted to let her go.

Not now.

Not yet... he was just so happy. He had forgotten about the war, about Charles Lee, about his father...the only thing there was Arlette, "Don't go..." he thought he sounded so pathetic almost begging her to stay, "Please Arlette...stay a little more..." the girl frowned, locking gazes with him for a few seconds until she sighed, "You and I know I can't stay...not now."

Connor frowned, reluctantly letting go of her hand as she walked to the front door with a sad smile. She waved him goodbye, blowing him a kiss before disappearing behind the wooden door. He could hear her goodbye to Achilles and could hear Adrik mewling while going after her... the young Mohawk adverted his gaze when his mentor got inside again, frowning at what he saw, "Connor, are you alright?"

"It's not fair."

"What's not fair?"

Connor sighed through his nostrils, "I'm going to my bedroom." with that, he turned on his heel, not wanting to talk about anything else. He just wanted his bed, his pillow and his blanket. He just wanted to sleep into oblivion until he felt like it. Achilles lowered his eyebrows with a sad smile, "My, my... the boy is in love."

Fluffness on the end because of the semi smut!

Aw,I loved writing this one.

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