Assassin's Creed III and it's characters belong to Ubisoft the soul thief.

The rest is mine :3

When the sun rose on the next morning, Arlette was curled below the thick blankets, her red hair fanning the pillows and the mattress as she slept. There was movement on the house, but she remained tucked on her bed, nuzzling her pillow before turning her back to the door. She had such a lovely night of sleep, filled with pleasant dreams with the most fantastic followings. Arlette ended waking up with a tingle inside her body, it just felt so good and so right...

Arlette moaned on her sleep, rubbing her face against the pillow with a light smile forming upon her lips. She rested her weight on her elbows as she woke up, yawning delicately with a hand in front of her mouth,fluttering her eyes open to focus on the ceiling. Adrik lifted his head to look towards the red haired girl, stretching his body in a bow shape before leaping out of the bed.

"Meow." the black cat called from the door frame, moving his yellow irises towards Arlette, impatience flicking in them as she was taking way too long to stand up. Being a cat meant his senses were sharper than humans' and he was really feeling the tension forming on the house, coming from both Connor and Arlette's rooms. Arlette wrapped herself on her robe before walking out of the room, shuddering as a chilly breeze entered the hallway by the windows, "Brr!" she said, clenching her eyes before curling her arms around her slim body.

She greeted everyone she saw until she arrived on the kitchen, kissing her father on the cheek as he sipped his tea, "Good morning daddy." she said sweetly, which he replied in just a few seconds before returning to his orange tea, "Good morning darling." he said with a bit of amusement on his voice. Arlette blinked at his reply, but shrugged it off, pouring a bit of orange tea for herself. She sighed in pleasure as her small hands surrounded the fragile porcelain cup,- which belonged to her old house-, the warm liquid heat up her palms in a very delightful way.

"Did you sleep well, darling?" Arthur asked, glancing at Arlette's back by the rim of his teacup, his daughter blinked and turned her head to look over her shoulder, the teacup just milimeters of her lips, "I did,daddy. And you?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows by the slight smirk on his face. What was wrong with him? "Oh I slept fine as well..." he said quietly, raising both eyebrows, "I just heard some noises at night but I am sure it was the wind."

Arlette's face turned a bright crimson, 'O-Oh,sure...t-the wind." she stuttered, laughing nervously before sipping her tea and slipping out of the kitchen. Arlette leaned her back against the wall, closing her eyes to let out a sigh. Her father heard her and Connor talking...wait, but they were whispering. How was it possible that he heard them?

Unless...

Sophie.

She always eavesdropped when she had the chance and Arlette was sure that the plump french lady was responsible for telling her father, maybe suspecting he'd punish Connor if he discovered it later. Arlette huffed angrily and embarassedly, she knew Sophie just wanted to help but sometimes her methods were...unusual.

With a hand rubbing over her eyes, Arlette gave out another sigh, shaking her head to walk towards the living room. She was actually surprised that Connor was there, sitting on a chair close to the fireplace, his eyes focused on the cackling fire. Arlette blushed, she was always taken aback of how beautiful he was, and how the light brought out his features, "Um..." she cleaned her throat quietly, with a fist in front of her mouth, trying to call his attention.

Connor blinked, his trail of thoughts breaking as he rose his head to look at the red haired girl in the doorframe, his skin turned darker by the blush on his cheeks and neck, "Oh, good morning Arlette." he said gently, about to stand up but the girl held her hand, signaling that he should remain seated. Arlette pulled a chair to sit besides him, her hands still holding the teacup but this time it was resting upon her lap, "Good morning." she whispered back, a pink blush dusted her freckled cheeks as her gaze moved towards the Assassin.

"Did you...did you sleep well?" he asked gently, his hands resting upon his thighs as he looked at Arlette. The girl smiled, nodding towards him with a darker blush,but asked him the same thing, "Oh...I...I slept well." he cleaned his throat, adverting his gaze to the side. He did slept well...but he lost one of his pyjama pants thanks to his very, very detailed dreams.

Connor was blushing such a furious shade of red that his face seemed to glow, the events on his dreams coming back to him like a hurricane. In a moment like this the least thing he needed was having visions of Arlette below him, calling his name and breathing close to his ear in pure ecstasy. His fingers dug on the flesh of his thighs as he tried to blank his mind from those thoughts, Arlette's faint voice was soon heard and Connor's eyes darted to her frame.

Arlette blinked with her eyebrows low, "Are you alright?" she asked, touching his shoulder with her finger tips. Connor shot up to his feet, widening his eyes but before giving a few steps back, cursing under his breath as the worried look on her face turned into a sad, scared expression. "Y-Yes, I-I am fine." he stuttered, feeling the tingles going up and down his body as Arlette pursed her lips a slight bit, creasing her forehead as she took in his answer.

He was such a bad liar.

"I...see." she whispered, standing up from her seat with the cooling teacup on her hand,"Well,I'll leave you alone then." she said sweetly, sending him a short smile as she was ready to leave. Connor just looked down before finally taking action, hugging Arlette from behind and making the girl squeak out a small gasp. Arlette widened her eyes, moving the blue orbs to look at his face pressed agaisnt the skin of her neck, the blush creeped up from there until it reached the tip of her ears and turned into a violent crimson.

Before they could even start talking, Arthur cleaned his throat from the doorframe. Connor bolted away from Arlette, a chilling fear running down his spine as his face paled considerably as the Cunningham patriarch blinked towards the two, "Arlette, excuse us for a while." Arthur said firmly, but sent a smile as Arlette walked past him.

"Sit down Connor." the Assassin flopped down mutely on the chair, hands upon his lap as he watched Arthur pull the chair to sit in front of the young man. Arthur cleaned his throat, leaning back on the chair and resting his good arm upon his thigh as he looked at Connor like a hawk, "I've had this conversation with Arlette but I now got the chance to finally speak about it with you." the irish man murmured, groaning a bit as he made himself comfortable, "Tell me about what you wish, for both of you."

What he wished? Well that was a nice question he had to admit. Connor assumed that Mr. Cunningham spoke about their future as a couple and what he could give Arlette, "I..." he paused to measure his words, eyes moving to lock with Arthur's blue irises, "I wish to make her happy." Connor stated, proud at his words. Arthur arched both eyebrows up, resting his chin upon his hand as he leaned closer to Connor,opening his mouth to speak, "And, how would you do that?"

The Assassin clenched his hands above his thighs, "I...well..." Connor's gaze went to his hands, "I'll be able to give her um...financial support if that's what you are asking." Arthur rose his eyebrow once more, "Mr. Cunningham." the assassin finished his phrase, letting out a relieved breath when the man before him sketched a small smile upon his lips.

"Do you love her?" Arthur asked in a quiet voice, soon noticing how tense Connor got. He could see the beads of sweat traveling down his temple and slowly rolling to his felt his throat turn into sandpaper as he tried to reply that question, but his only answer was a dry cough soon followed by a clean of a throat. Suddenly his voice came back, "If I love her...?" Connor repeated the question under his breath, furrowing his eyebrows as the word 'love' swam around his brain as a school of fish. The thought of Arlette was just another thing inside his head, her voice, her personality, the way she smiled...everything reappeared on his head as a loving memory and the words spluttered out of his mouth without any second thoughts.

"I do." Connor said firmly, his eyes shining and cheeks turning into a bright tomato red as he stared at Arthur, "I love Arlette." came his voice in a confident tone, actually saying that made his body tingle and his insides twist into swirls. Arthur fought back a smile as Connor started to get somewhat giddy by his words, the boy was looking like a child that discovered the most precious answer to a question.

Blinking at his own words, Connor straightened his back and widened his eyes, moving the dark brown orbs to the side as Arthur smiled, "Thank you Connor. That's all I needed to know." and with that, the Cunningham patriarch slowly rose to his feet, walking back to the kitchen.

The Assassin never felt that before, that enormous amount of fear that was pulsating on his veins. Connor closed his eyes, gulping so loud that it echoed on the empty living room, the cold sweat disappearing on the fabric of his robes as he slowly rose to his feet, shakily walking towards the bathing area to take a long hot bath.

Arlette sighed as she was curled on her bed with the several drawing supplies surrounding her body, the thick blanket warming her toes and legs as she got relaxed on the mattress. The young woman did not know what her father talked with Connor, because neither of them would tell her about it: Connor would always get nervous and stutter while Arthur would just smile and pat her head fondly before changing the subject, " I hope Connor is alright, he's been acting strange since daddy talked to him."

The black cat sprawled above the thick blankets flicked one ear, imagining that Arlette was talking to him, Adrik gave a very low meow before closing his eyes again. Arlette frowned, biting her lower lip, a small gasp leaving her lips, "What if...what if daddy is mad that Connor was hugging me?" her small hand went to her mouth in shock, eyebrows curved downwards as she stared towards the door, "Oh God, what if that's the reason?"

Adrik peeked one eye open and jumped to his paws as the thick blankets suddenly fell on him, Arlette hurriedly slipping her feet on the sleeping shoes resting by the side of her bed,rushing towards Connor's door. The Assassin was trying to enjoy the rare day he could stay at the Homestead, the amount of snow outside was way too high to walk, even blocking the front door and making it impossible for him to go out.

Connor groaned as the faint knocks on his door slammed against his tired mind as a wild stallion, his eyes blinking slowly as he scrunched his eyebrows, covering his head with the blanket. When the knocking started again, Connor clenched his eyes shut before snapping them open, sitting up on the bed and saying groggily, "I'm coming..."

Arlette stopped the knocking immedieately, a red blush taking over her features as she heard how deep his voice suddenly turned to. With a hand above her heart, the girl slowly looked up to meet Connor's tired gaze as he opened the door and a small breath of surprise left her throat, "Connor..." her eyes locked on his face, she had never seen him with his hair down and it was quite a sight. He was wearing a light shirt and pants, but the shirt was opened to his chest where she could see the firm muscles slowly tense up before relaxing thanks to his breathing.

Her insides started to get warm and Arlette decided it was a good idea to advert her gaze towards the floor, "Um...I...I wanted to see if you were feeling well but I think you are just tired to I will leave you alone." she murmured, looking down at her hands. Connor blinked shockedly, furrowing his eyebrows at Arlette's speech before questioning what she had just said. The girl squeaked a reply that Connor was unable to recognize, his hand wrapped around her wrist as he brought the red head into his room, "I couldn't understand a word." he said a bit amused, sitting on the bed and making Arlette sit by his side, "Ask me again, slower this time."

Taking a deep breath, Arlette closed her eyes as her hands clenched the fabric of her dress,"I asked...if y-you were feeling well." she murmured, curling her lower lip on her mouth and gently nipping it gently with her front teeth. Connor blinked, rubbing the back of his neck as he fought back a yawn, "I am feeling well...why are you asking this?"

Arlette absently started to fumbled with her fingers while licking her lips, "You...you've been acting weird since you talked with daddy...I just wanted to make sure he wasn't mad at you..." she rose her gaze to his face as Connor choked a bit on his saliva, soon coughing with his face turned to the opposite side. Connor cursed under his breath as her small hand touched his shoulder, asking him if he was alright or if he needed a glass of water.

"N-no...I...I am well." he cleaned his throat, sighing softly as he tried to explain what had happened earlier. It was strange, with Arthur, Connor basically sputtered out his feeling for Arlette, saying how much she meant to him and how she took all of his worries away. But telling that to Arlette herself was a different story, "I...um...your father asked me about...us." he murmured, still not looking at her, "He asked...what I felt about you..." with those words, Arlette seemed to tense up a bit since her hand was holding his shoulder a bit tighter.

"O-oh?" that was the only thing the red head could muster before placing her hand back upon her lap, "And um...what did you tell him?"

Connor gulped, pulling his collar a bit, "W-What did I told him?Um..." Connor looked at his hands, fiddling with his figners as an act of nervousism. Suddenly, the Assassin grabbed her small hand on his, interlacing their fingers as Arlette just watched with a face colored in the brightest shade of red. It was now or never, he had told Mr. Cunningham what he felt for his daughter, now it was time to tell her.

"Arlette." he began, "A few months ago, I was just a man with a revenge filled heart,with hatred for everyone who dared to step in my path. I'd kill them without a second thought..." his hand squeezed Arlette's hand just a tiny bit, "But...when I saw you, looking at me...I...I couldn't do that. Not with you...I went to your bedroom and asked if you would tell anyone. And I...I knew you wouldn't, I just knew it."

The girl continued listening to his words in silence, but a small smile had appeared on her face as Connor continued, "After that,I had to see you again...and you came to me and...you make me feel so different. It's like you are a small ray of sunshine that lits up my dark life." those words made Arlette's cheeks redden up more, "What I'm trying to say is that I enjoy you,I want to be close to you and I..." he looked into Arlette's blue eyes, getting lost into the cerulean orbs for a few minutes before coming back to his speech, "I love you."

Silence.

Connor slowly rose his gaze towards Arlette's frame, one brow arching in curiosity as the girl seemed paler than before, "Arlette?" his eyebrows furrowed when she started to shake visibly, her eyes rolled back on her head and she fell limp on his lap. What would you know? Arlette fainted!

The Assassin's eyes got wide as saucers as he gathered the girl on his arms, gently shaking her shoulders to wake her up. He started to panic as Arlette continued immobile, her lips parted slightly as she breathed and the long dark red tresses dared to stay on her forehead and cheeks, "Arlette!Arlette wake up!" he hissed a whisper, not meaning any threat, but if her father walked into the room...that would lead to several problems.

A short,quick gasp made Arlette snap her eyes open and focus her blue irises upon the wooden ceiling. Blinking twice, she moved her gaze to a very worried Connor who was still holding her close to his chest, "Are you alright?" he inquired silently, tucking a strand of hair behind her small ear. Arlette fluttered her eyelids, trying to regain a bit more of consciousness and as she did, a light smile danced on her lips as the girl sighed in happiness, nodding her head gently before sitting up.

"I am more than alright." she said dreamily, making the Assassin on her right blush a light shade of pink, "I love you too." the girl said softly, pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, nuzzling his cheek with the tip of her nose. Connor felt like millions of butterflies flew around his stomach, his eyes softened as he pressed a kiss against Arlette's pink lips.

At night, the couple was in Connor's room, snuggled below the covers while drinking hot tea. Arlette was leaning up on Connor's chest as he talked about his father, Charles Lee and the Templars. Arlette listened in silence, asking only a few questions out of curiosity before letting him continue, her blue eyes focused on the way he spoke and how his lips moved at certain words, "You...you went to jail?"

"For a short amount of time, yes." he said softly, the hand resting by her lower back gently caressed the fabric covering the skin, "But I managed to escape, kill Thomas Hickey and find some answers." Connor grimaced, remembering that Hickey was very much of a pain on his arse than a font of valuable Templar information. Arlette hummed, opening her mouth to speak before closing it only to open it again minutes later, "Your father...what, what does he say?"

"About?"

"About you being an Assassin." she said gently, "You told me that Templars and Assassins are enemies...how does he react to that?" she started to regret making that question, she knew that touching the subject about Connor's dad was a bit difficult to him. The Assassin blinked, furrowing his eyebrows as he pondered what she had asked, "He tries to make me see the things his way, the way of the Templars." Connor licked his lips, "I can't help but think that what he says make some sense...maybe we could work together."

Arlette placed her cheek upon his shoulder while listening, her small hand touched his large one, "He's my father, after all..." he frowned a bit at that, "But I don't know, maybe he's just playing with me. Seeing what I'd do."

"Maybe." she whispered on his skin, blinking her eyes slowly, "Did you told him about me?"

Connor sighed, closing his eyes with both eyebrows up, "He saw you and me once and hasn't stopped bothering me ever since." Arlette giggled slightly at his tone, but held back as he looked towars her with a playful glare, "I don't want you meeting him. I don't think it'd be good..." Connor mumbled, looking at the side. Arlette smiled, closing her eyes as Connor hugged her close protectively, to her seemed nothing but an act of love, but for Connor it also meant that he wouldn't let anyone near the woman he loved.

"If you think so..." she whispered, feeling the sleep taking over as she breathed deeply against his neck, inhaling his scent, "I don't want to go to bed yet." she murmured, letting her eyelids shut as Connor placed her on his lap. The Assassin slowly rose from the bed with the petite female on his arms, peeking his head outside to see if anyone was around. Seeing he was alone, the young man walked to Arlette's bedroom, staring amusedly at Adrik who was sprawled on the bed covers.

The cat flicked one ear as he lifted his head just a bit, leaping onto the ground so Connor could tuck Arlette in. With a small smile on her face, Arlette opened her eyes a small bit to look at Connor, "Connor." he moved his gaze to meet hers, "I'm glad I love you." she whispered lovingly, soon closing her eyes and drifting to sleep. Connor stared at her speechless thanks to her words, but a smile finally spread over his features as he kissed her forehead and the tip of her nose, "I'm glad I love you too." he murmured quiet caring words in his language against her ear, before finally leaving to his bedroom.

Aah~ can you feel the love tonight?

Lots of love from these two! Also, be warned, next chapter will be the lemon...sort of...kinda. not sure yet.

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