ACIII and it's characters belong to Ubisoft
Lots of Connor/Arlette fluff on this chapter :D
Arlette moved the chest filled with art supplies to the left of the room, humming a quiet melody while fixing the high bun on her head. She was extremely happy of being now part of the Homestead, her father and the maids moved in as well. Achilles offered Arthur a job of taking care of the Homestead finances and the man was more than happy to oblige it. The maids were a bit taken aback by the events but decided the move in as well, Sophie was apparently having certain feelings for one of the men in the homestead while the others became quick friends with Prudence.
"And," the girl rose her hands proudly at how hew new room was decorated, "It is all done." she whispered, hands now resting upon her slim hips as she took a look around. It was a nice room, everything seemed to fit, even her huge marble colored wardrobe that was brought from her old house. Arlette sighed happily, flopping down onto the doft mattress as she smiled, "I liked it." was her silent whisper, her face resting upon her palms as she continued looking at the new bedroom.
Everything happened so fast in such a short period of time. Arlette absently twirled a strand of red hair on her index finger, her eyes locked up on the ceiling as she sighed. Was that the right thing to do? The girl couldn't help but wonder in silence, a blush adorning the apple of her cheeks as the trail of thoughts continued, "I think it is." she answered to herself, "This is the right thing to do."
The girl lied back on the bed, letting her arms fall by her head as she closed her eyelids, a long sigh leaving her nostrils. Arlette smiled while relaxing, wiggling her toes against the wooden floor with a childish wonder, the blush on Arlette's cheeks only darkened at the thought of her room being so close to Connor's. It was his choice. He was the one who had chosen the room she'd stay at...but the girl had no complaints about it.
She felt safe with him so close, knowing she could quietly call his name and that the Assassin would hurriedly be by her side without calling any attention made her insides flutter in excitement. As if on cue, three gentle knocks were heard from the closed door and Arlette slowly sat up with a smile, knowing exactly who it was, "Come in."
The doorknob turned slowly, Connor's head peeking through the creak as he made sure Arlette was decent. And she was decent, wearing large corduroy pants and a white blouse with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows. Her long, curled dark red hair was held in a messy bun, with two pencils keeping it in place, but a few strands dared to fall in front of her eyes and down her nape.
To Connor, Arlette always looked beautiful. She could be dressed in ragged clothes and covered in mud that she'd still be beautiful, "I believe you enjoyed the room." the Assassin said, rising his head to look around,"You decorated it well."
"You think so?" she asked with a spark of hope in her eyes. Connor's admiration comments were rare- at least, towards her- so she couldn't help but feel giddy by the comment, "I liked decorating it." she said, wiping her wet palms against the back of her pants, interlacing her fingers together as she smiled towards Connor. Arlette found the Assassin's gaze and a red blush dusted over her pale cheeks, her eyebrows lowering and a shy smile forming on her face, "What?"
"Nothing," he whispered, a red blush upon his cheeks as well as his gaze went to the pile of papers in front of him, "I am glad you accepted my offer of living here." Connor said gently, his calloused digits carefully touching the fragile paper with a simple sketch, "I...I wouldn't know what to do if you...um..."
Arlette smiled, walking close to Connor to hug his arm. She mentally cursed herself when she could feel his biceps suddenly tense, making the muscle bulge below the fabric of his robes, "I am glad I made this decision." Arlette whispered, pressing her cheek on his arm and lowering her eyelids, "And I'm glad daddy accepted it as well."
Connor hid a very small smile, his lips pressing a chaste kiss on the top of her head, "I am too." his lips lingered on top of her head, her sweet sugary scent entered his nostrils as Connor took a deep breath. Arlette smiled in pure happiness, sliding her hand from his bicep to touch his own hand, their fingers interlacing. The Assassin felt a flutter on his chest, his blush deepened but he did not minded, he just squeezed her hand back. But something was stuck on his throat, words he longed to tell that petite red haired doll, "A-Arlette..." the sudden stutter on his voice called the girl's attention.
Arlette rose her head, blinking those beautiful blue eyes to him and furrowing her eyebrows, "Yes?" she asked quietly, watching as he let go of her hand and gave a step back. Connor was in a nervous breakdown, he could feel the chill going up and down his spine as the words scrambled on his mind. He was trying so hard, so very hard to say it, "I-I..." why was it so hard? Arlette waited patiently with her hands folded in front of her womb, a small smile forming on her face as encouragement.
The Assassin took a deep breath, sputtering what he meant to say, "I...I really enjoy your presence."
Wait.
What?
Connor blinked twice, his face turning a furious shade of red as he widened his eyes. That was NOT what he was trying to say, "O-Oh..." he heard Arlette say, with a hand in front of her mouth as her smile widened, "I...I enjoy your presence as well." she said a bit unsure, her phrase ending with a quiet laugh as she looked at him. Connor took a deep breath, excused himself and walked to his bedroom.
Once he entered, he saw Adrik lying atop of his bed, eyes slinted in amusement and tail flicking with interest, "Don't give me that look." the Assassin grumbled, sitting down besides the cat. His head lowered and was supported by his hands while his elbows rested upon his knees, a shaky sigh was heard and Adrik rose his head, "I am so stupid." Connor mumbled against his palms, groaning before falling back on the bed, the movement made the cat bounce on his spot, "Why is this so...so difficult?"
Adrik already knew what was going on and simply mewled, tapping Connor's hand with his paw as if saying 'there, there, you are new to all of this.'Connor dropped his arms to his sides, looking towards the ceiling with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth in a thin line, "I knew this would happen." his palm covered his eyes as another heavy sigh went past his lips, "I...I..I can't."
The cat meowed in disapproval, climbing to sit atop of Connor's chest and hiss slightly, his paw touching Connor's hand to move it away from his eyes and make the Assassin look at him. Connor's eyes locked on Adrik's pupils, the cat simply sat on his chest, silently judging the young man with his unbreakable gaze.
Connor frowned, supporting his weight with his elbows, "I can't do it." he said flatly, picking Adrik from his chest to place him on the wooden floor, "And that's it." the young man said, pulling his hood over his head before leaving the homestead to God knows where. Adrik huffed through his small snout, flattening his ears on his skull as he hopped on Connor's bed.
Sleeping on top of the Assassin's pillow by pure anger.
Arlette was cautiously brushing her hair, humming a very silent tone so she wouldn't wake up the residents on the homestead. Not that her voice was that loud anyway, but being the cautious little being she was, Arlette wouldn't risk it. Running her fingers on the free strands of her dark red hair, Arlette blinked at her reflection, standing up and walking a few steps back to see her full frame on the mirror.
She tilted her head, looking at her body. She wasn't that bad, was she? She was slim and very short in stature, but her body seemed right on some places...her breasts weren't small but neither were too big, the girl blushed a bit as she gently touched them. Her eyebrows scrunched together as she squeezed the mounds of flesh close, looking at how they looked if she wore a corset more often. Arlette then let go of her chest to lift her nightgown up to her mid thighs, her toes wiggled as she looked down at them.
Arlette puckered her lips a bit as she moved her legs, seeing they flex gently by the movement, "Not bad, I suppose." she mumbled, letting the night gown fall back, covering her legs and the top of her feet. But now she wondered...
Why on God's name was she worried by her body?
She never cared about it until...until she met Connor. Realization slowly took over her features, a dark red blush soon following, "O-Oh..." she whispered, falling back on her bed, her head resting upon the freshly changed sheets. Now that she thought of it, Connor was currently coming up on her mind...as dreams.
Dreams that would make a girl like Arlette almost faint due the lack of oxygen. The said girl blushed a darker shade of red, shaking her head violently to get rid of the thoughts. When Arlette heard the front door open, she knew it was the one who was haunting her dreams for so long.
Connor.
Wrapping herself in a long robe, Arlette carefully walked her way down the stairs, her hand gently touching the railing. Her blue eyes tried to focus on the movement by the living room, what was Connor doing there? She knew Achilles was asleep, she waved him goodnight hours ago. "Connor?" she called silently, seeing the faint light of the candle bounce on his features. The Assassin turned to look at her over his shoulder, a surprised expression taking over his features.
"Arlette..." he whispered,taking over what she was wearing and blushing slightly soon after, "What are you doing out of bed?"
"I could ask you the same thing." she said with a side smile, tucking her arms close to her ribs, "It's past midnight. You should rest." she whispered, carefully approaching him and touching his arm. Connor looked at the small hand touching his bicep and sighed, he was exhausted. His father nagging on him also did not helped at all... but he could not sleep yet.
Arlette frowned, interlacing their fingers as her gaze remained on his tired face, "I'll make you some tea...if you think it'll help." she offered kindly, pressing her cheek on his shoulder, waiting his answer. The Assassin squeezed her hand, enjoying how soft her skin was compared to his,"No...it won't be necessary." he said softly, caressing the her thumb with his, "I will be fine." he reassured the girl, pressing a kiss atop her head.
"Then go to bed." she whispered, closing her eyes as his chin was resting on the top of her head, Connor's arms wrapping around her small frame protectively as her arms rested upon his chest, "There is something bothering you isn't it?" the Assassin tensed, closing his eyes before licking his lips, but still silent to her question, "Connor." Arlette looked up at him, her eyebrows curved downward in worry, "Tell me what is the problem."
Connor's jaw tightened and he sighed deeply, "I don't want you worrying over me." he whispered, pressing a finger on her lips to prevent her from talking, "No...please Arlette. " he said softly, the finger sliding to her jawline. His hand cupped a side of her face, the heat of her cheek spread all over his palm. Arlette pouted a bit, something Connor found absolutely adorable, but let go of the subject, "At least go to bed." she said, taking his large hand in hers.
Honestly, Connor was now too tired to object and just let the girl lead him up the staircase, while holding the candle to show the way. As soon they were on his bedroom, Arlette placed the candle on the shelf close to the door, letting it illuminate the room. Connor watched as the girl shooed Adrik out of the pillow so she could soften it, "You should go to sleep, I can make my bed."
"No you can't." she chimed in, smoothing the covers with her back to him, "I know how tired you are, I can see in your eyes." she whispered, straightening her back to look at him. Connor was leaning on the doorframe, his eyes locked on Arlette and the bed behind her. The air in the room seemed to thicken, making Arlette blush a light red and shyly tuck a strand of red hair behind her ear, "I-I am going t-to leave now."
Connor held Arlette's wrist before she made out of the door, "Wait." he whispered, gently tugging her inside the room. Arlette widened her eyes as she noticed he was walking to his bed, "C-Connor, what are you d-doing?" she asked, the violent shade of red once again on her cheeks. Connor stopped walking, turning to face the woman he fell in love with and cupping her face on his palms.
Their lips molded together in a breath taking kiss. Arlette's shoulders relaxed and her hands were on his neck, while one of his slid to the curve of her waist, squeezing the flesh ever so gently. Arlette sighed against his mouth, her nails scraping his nape very slowly...something Connor's body instantly reacted to. He broke their kiss, pressing their foreheads together,his breath coming out in ragged pants, "Arlette..." he began, closing his eyes only to open again minutes later.
Arlette widened her own eyes at the color his irises were now. Instead of the light chocolate brown they normally were, they turned into a dark shade of brown, almost black and his pupils were dilated, "Connor?" she asked, touching the side of his face slightly, only to have his arms wrapped around her frame again, his eyes closing because of her touch, "We should go to bed." he suggested, "We...we need to sleep."
Connor wanted to take all those words back, to sweep Arlette of her feet and take her on his own bed. He was craving her, craving her touch, her taste, her smell...he was losing control. Arlette bit her lower lip, nodding mutely before kissing his lips one last time, letting her mouth hover his for a few seconds. The Assassin blinked, noticing she was not moving, only staring at him with those sky blue eyes, "I suppose you are right." she whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth sweetly, that simple gesture made his body shudder in desire, "Arlette...I...want..."
"What?" she asked, rubbing her thumbs in circles over his cheeks,"What is it?" she was genuinely worried about him. Was he sick? Did he needed medicine of some sort?
"I want you."
Arlette froze under his words, locking gazes with him, "Pardon?" she asked, unsure of she just heard, the blush over her pale cheeks only darkened as his lips moved to her equally red ear, repeating the words in a much huskier, deeper and seductive voice,"I want you." he whispered, making sure the word 'want' came out stronger this time. The girl squeaked in shock, her hands curling on the fabric of his robes as she held back a moan when those amazing lips of his touched the side of her neck, "C-Connor, you a-are tired, you are not thinking c-clearly!"
Connor groaned, pressing his forehead on the junction of her shoulder and neck, completely ashamed of his actions and ready to fall back on his bed for another dream with Arlette in it, "But." came her soft words, against his ears, "I...I do want you as well..." she whispered, her hot breath fanning over his neck only made his skin peeble and the hair below his nape stand up. His hands squeezed her waist, his lips kissing his way up to her jawline, a whisper warming her skin there, "And why don't you,-"
"Not now." she said, moving back to look into his eyes, "You are exhausted..." the smile on her face softened and a chaste kiss was pressed on his lips, "Rest...and then..." she bit her lower lip, the blush turning more proeminent, "Then we can solve this."
Those were the last words before Connor let Arlette free to go back to her room, his eyes focused on her form as he felt the painful erection throb below the layers of his pants. Connor fell back on the bed, running his hands over his eyes as he groaned, trying to adjust the bulge on his pants to fall asleep, she was right after all. He was exhausted...but her words danced on his dreams, the images of what they would do together only made the Assassin turn on his sleep.
Adrik watched from the doorframe, eyes glinting in mirth as he mewled, before he finally left for Arlette's room.
The ending sucked a bit...but guess what? LEMONS
And lots of sexual tension on the next chapter huhuhuhu
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