ACIII belongs to...Ubisoft, the soul eater and tear maker.
Also, fluff and LEMON on this chapter so be warned :B
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"And this is our snowman." Arlette said proudly, placing the carrot on where the nose should be at, smiling at her finished creation, "He looks handsome!" the girl clapped excitedly, placing a hat upon the snowman's head as Connor watched from a distance. The Assassin carefully walked towards his lady - his beautiful lady,- and stood behind her, analyzing the snowman's sloppy peebled smile and bulgy black button eyes, since they could not find any other rocks to use. After his mother died, Connor had isolated himself from the things that were fun to him, such as building snowmen with his friends or having snowballs fights...it felt good doing that with Arlette.
He couldn't help but notice she said 'our snowman' and that made his stomach burst up in butterflies. He liked spending moments with Arlette and realising they were actually their moments. "Me and Robert used to do many of these when we were in Dublin." she said fondly, patting her gloved hands together before rubbing them against each other, "Grandmum would make milk with sugar and cinnamon and fresh baked butter biscuits." Arlette smiled, her gaze moving to Connor as she continued with a soft blush, "I should make you some of it. They are quite simple to make."
Connor fought back a smile, wrapping the shawl he was holding around her small frame, "I would like that very much." he said gently, pressing a kiss upon her temple as Arlette turned around to hug the Assassin. Ever since their confession to each other at the beginning of the week, Connor and Arlette were inseparable, she was pratically glued to his hip and vice versa. The only time they weren't together was when Connor had to go into the missions, some of them involving his father and his annoying questionnaire about the red head girl.
"Do you want to go back inside? You are only wearing your robes and I don't want you getting a cold." she said, her voice muffled by his chest as she hugged his waist tightly, her hands resting upon his lower back. Connor had to resist the urge to sweep her off her feet and ravage the poor girl there and now, those small hands were caressing his lower back and sending shivers up the Assassin's spine. He knew she wasn't doing it on purpose, but Connor couldn't help the thoughts forming on his mind.
"No,I'll be alright." he breathed out, hugging the girl close to himself as she smiled up at him, her chin pressed against his pectorals. That was heaven to Connor, Arlette was his heaven. Yes maybe they started in strange terms, but as Achilles said, love always conquer over doubt. "What about you? You are only wearing this dress and the shawl." his hands unconsciously rubbed up and down her arms while trying to warm her up. Arlette blushed, the red dusting over her nose and cheeks, tinting the tip of her ears as well as she smiled kindly towards Connor, "I am fine." she nuzzled his chest, pressing her cheek against his chest, her ear pressed where his heart would be, "You are warming me."
Those words made Connor's heartbeat rise at her words, but he just hugged her closer to himself. When the wind started to get way too cold for their liking, the young couple walked back into the Homestead, Achilles and Arthur were playing a game of chess by the living room and from what it seemed, Achilles was winning. Arlette smiled fondly at the scene, gently tugging Connor's hand towards the kitchen, "Come on." was her quiet whisper, their fingers interlacing as they walked, "I'll make us some milk with sugar and cinnamon."
Connor leaned against one of the kitchen's wooden counters, his eyes watching Arlette like a hawk as she gathered the ingredients needed for their sugary treat. He saw as she boiled the cream and added a large amount of sugar and a pint of cinnamon, pouring the liquid into two separate cups, "Careful, it's hot." she said sweetly, handing him one of the two porcelain cups. Connor let the warm liquid warm his hands through the delicate object, watching as the red head by his side hopped onto the counter, blowing a bit of the thick steam that floated up to her nose.
The Assassin repeated her actions, except he remained leaning on the counter instead of sitting on it, sipping the milk and fighting the urge to moan in bliss thanks to that marvelous drink. Arlette saw Connor by the corner of her eye, the corners of her mouth lifting into a warm smile as he licked his lips clean, brown eyes moving to her frame as he held out his cup and questioned: "May I have more?"
"Do you know what I'd do if I hadn't met you?"
The Assassin lazily opened his eyelids and looked up at Arlette, ready to succumb once again at her caress on his scalp, "Hmm...what?" he asked sleepily, closing his eyes again. Both were currently lying on Connor's bed, with the said man's head nestled against Arlette's lap and her small hand touching his head and hair, the couple enjoyed the few moments they had for themselves, knowing that Connor was going to leave late in the afternoon and being out for God knows how long.
"I was going to go back to Ireland." she said softly, Connor's eyes opened a slight bit, signaling her was listening to her, "I'd live in a house by the sea, in one of the hills I suppose...I'd have a room where I could make my art in peace...and maybe work for the noble there." Arlette mumbled, shaking her head gently before looking down at him, "But that's not what want anymore." her lips pressed a chaste kiss on his forehead, "I have you now."
Connor blushed at her words, but smiled slightly nonetheless,"And I you." If someone asked him, months before he met that beautiful fire haired pixie, if he would ever want to meet a girl and marry her he would say a loud and clear 'no'. But if they asked him now, he would smile and say that he would only if the woman was Arlette. The Homestead residents were all smiles towards the Assassin and his beloved, they noticed how Connor seemed more at peace and dare they say it, happy when he was with her.
Arlette smiled, showing a bit of her little teeth before she pressed a kiss upon his lips. The kiss lingered for a few minutes, before the girl pulled her head back, sending the Assassin that cute shy smile he loved so much. He felt so free with Arlette, he could easily forget about the problems on his life, of how troubled he was. She was literally an angel that appeared on his life.
"Do you really have to leave tonight?" she pouted cutely, furrowing her eyebrows, "I worry about you...and I don't want you getting hurt."
Connor smiled fully for the very first time, grasping her small hand on his before pressing a gentle kiss upon her knuckles, "Do not worry, I will be fine and I will come back to you." Arlette smiled even though she was deeply worried about her love, nodding gently at his kind words before pressing a kiss against his lips. The kiss lingered for a few minutes, the soft pressure from the redhead's lips made Connor want to reconsider his thoughts and just ignore what he was about to do.
Moving his head back to regain his breath, Connor's glazed eyes locked with Arlette's, his lips pressing a light kiss upon her neck while his hands were kept on her slim waist, "I shall be back soon." he whispered on her skin, slowly letting her go to walk towards the staircase. Arlette slowly walked towards the door frame, seeing Connor blend in the pure white snow, until she lost him completely.
A sigh left her lips as she curled her arms around her body to warm herself, walking towards the Homestead library to perhaps, distract her mind. Adrik was lazily sprawled on one of the chairs close to the bookshelves, eyes closed and tail curled around his left hind leg, ears flicking as soon he heard Arlette's footsteps approaching.
"Hello Adrik, sorry I woke you up." she said softly, picking the large cat up and carrying him towards one of the windows, her fingers caressing the cat's chin gently. Arlette sighed once more, her breath fogging up a small circle against the glass, "What am I going to do until he gets back?" she asked the black cat, cradling Adrik on her arms as if he was a baby. Closing his eyes briefly, Adrik only purred, flicking his tail from side to side as he continued to enjoy Arlette's caresses on his ears and neck.
A small giggle left her lips and she went to check upon her father on his room. Peeking her head inside, Arlette saw Arthur reading a book while leaning against the backboard. Several other books were scattered on his bed, his arm was still on a cast, but the bones were slowly healing along with the bruises on his face and stomach. Arthur had his glasses by the bridge of his nose, too focused on the book to see Arlette sitting down a small armchair close to the wardrobe,
"Something wrong dear?"
Arlette jumped a bit at her father's question,- she thought he was too focused on his book to notice she was there-, soon shaking her head gently, "No, father. I'm fine,do not worry." she whispered. Arthur, who by this time had bookmarked the book, turned to look at his youngest daughter, one eyebrow up to his hairline as they had a staring contest, "No you are not, you are a terrible liar my dear. How you passed so long visiting Connor without my knowledge is still a mystery to me."
The girl blushed such a dark shade of red that her skin and hair seemed to have turned into one. Arlette looked down at the cat on her arms, "I miss him." she whispered, making Adrik blink his eyes slowly, "I know it might sound silly but...without Connor, it does not seems the same..." her voice came out quiet, her blue eyes locking with the black cat's yellow ones as she caressed his ears. Arthur removed his glasses, placing them by the nightstand while sighing, his blue eyes focusing on his daughter's frame, "Arlette,come here darling."
Arthur opened his arms for Arlette as she sat on the edge of the bed, on his good arm's side. Arthur wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, kissing her head sweetly, "You surely love him don't you?" he asked, making Arlette blush a light pink while looking at her hands, "He loves you too,darling...and if you are worried he might not come back...do not think about that alright? That young man has a determination on his eyes and I'm sure that letting you alone is out of question."
Arlette rose her gaze to her father's face, scrunching her eyebrows as he spoke. That was actually the first time he talked about Connor and how he felt about him, "You think so?" she questioned, smiling shyly when Arthur nodded, "He means a lot to me,daddy."
"I know my little humming bird." he whispered, using that nickname from when she was just a small child, "You mean a lot to him,as well." both stood in silence, reading yet another one of the books Arthur had gathered.
Connor was finally done with that task, after hearing his father talking and how much he'd love to meet Arlette, Connor decided he had enough and finally went back to the homestead. He was very silent and careful with his steps, slowly closing the door so he wouldn't wake any one of the residents. His eyes moved to the staircase, his steps still silent as he walked up to his bedroom, blinking when he noticed a light coming from Arlette's bedroom.
A voice inside his head told him to ignore and go to sleep, however, there was another voice that practically yelled he should look inside . Connor decided to choose over the yelling and peeked through the creek on the door, his brown eyes stopping on Arlette's slim frame as she adjusted the camisole on her body.A violent warm blush took over his cheeks and neck, but he did not looked away, he simply followed her movements with his eyes.
Arlette hummed a quiet melody, running her hands over the fabric to smooth the camisole,her small feet touching the floor until she walked to the vanity, picking up the pearl comb and staying in front of the candle lighting the room. Now there was nothing wrong with that...except the fact that Connor could see her silhouette perfectly through the white cloth. His eyes ran over her figure, stopping a few minutes on her bust then moving down to her flat stomach. Her legs were long and extremely attractive for his eyes, even if she was just as tiny and fragile as a small doll.
Blinking his eyes quickly and shaking his head, Connor gave one step back from the door, deciding it was time for him to go to bed. But as he moved,-not so carefully this time-, the wood below his feet creaked and that made the Assassin clench his eyes in annoyance. It wasn't long until Arlette was peeking her head out of the door, a quiet gasp leaving her lips as she rushed to her love. Connor turned around just in time to catch the girl on his strong arms, her face pressed against his chest as she hugged his torso, "I was so worried about you."
Connor blushed even more at the feeling of her breasts against his body, he cleaned his throat before pressing a kiss on her head, "I told you I'd come back." he whispered, kissing her temple and mentally cursing as the sweet smell of her soap entered his nostrils. Arlette smiled, but blinked when she noticed he was not moving, "Are you alright?"
"Tired mostly." he whispered, making sure to keep his eyes upon her face. He felt like he was such a pervert for spying on her like that, but something inside him was just stirring to look at her, "I just need a good night's sleep, that's all." Connor murmured, carefully playing with a fallen strand of her red hair. Arlette's hair always fascinated him, it was so exotic and beautiful and so soft. It felt like pure silk and it slipped through his fingers like so. Arlette smiled, placing his hand on her cheek, "If you say so..." she whispered, standing on her tip toes to press a kiss on his lips.
Connor closed his eyes thanks to that kiss, his hands cupping the back of her head to bring her closer. Arlette's arms wrapped around his neck as the two kissed on the hallway, but soon enough Connor carefully walked them back to his room, quickly closing the door with his foot. When the two broke their kiss, both pair of eyes moved around the room, they had not seen they walked there in the first place, "How...how did we got here?"
"I am not sure." the Assassin mumbled, moving his gaze to lock with hers. Now time seemed to stop, his eyes followed every line of her perfect face. His fingers carefully trailed her cheek, his thumb touching her parted pink lips as she breathed quietly through her mouth. Connor looked at every freckle on her face, they were darker on the bridge of her nose, but got lighter on her cheeks and shoulders, disappearing below the bust line of her camisole. The urge to look at said freckles only made his blush darken and he averted his gaze.
Arlette furrowed her eyebrows, "Connor?" she asked, blushing slightly when he continued to look away. Arlette looked at Connor's strong neck, she could practically view the blood pulsating through his veins and feeling bold out of nowhere, the petite girl pressed a chaste kiss upon his neck. That made Connor's hold around her waist tighten slightly and a soft sigh left his lips, Arlette took that as a good sign and decided to kiss below his jawline, letting her lips linger on his skin. He tasted like sweat, dirt and leather, but he had this indescribable taste that was so natural with him.
Connor hissed through his teeth, damn those little lips of hers. Moving his head back to face Arlette, the Assassin decided to do the same treatment, lowering his head to kiss her pale neck, skimming his lips up until they touched her jawline. Arlette gasped out a squeak, gripping his arms as he continued his antics, "C-Connor..." her quiet sounds only made his urge to touch her rise up to a higher level. He moved back to look into her eyes, his hands tucking two fallen strands of hair behind her small ears, studying her expression and adoring how pink her skin had suddenly turned into thanks to her blush.
"I am not sure if we should continue this." Connor whispered, feeling her hands slide down to his chest and stay there, "Arlette I,-" he blinked in shock when her tiny hand was pressed against his full lips, her blue eyes moving to her hand then up to his eyes. Soon it was clear that the two wouldn't be able to stop what was about to happen, it was inevitable.
Arlette lowered her hand, replacing it with her lips as the two kissed one more time. This time it was deeper, deeper like the time the two kissed on the kitchen. They were really quiet with their movements, Connor's hands slid up from her waist until they rested upon her shoulders, unsure of what he would do now.
Would his movements scare Arlette?
What if he was stepping way ahead?
Pulling back to look into her blue eyes, Connor had his hands placed on the top of her sleeves, "May I...?" he asked cautiously, secretly adoring her red blush as she nodded. Connor licked his lips, sliding his hands down her shoulders until he helped Arlette tug the sleeves off, they were now dangling by her bust as she looked up at him. He was a bit unsure about continuing this, but then Arlette's hands tugged him by his robes. Arlette walked backwards to his bed, never once breaking their eye contact.
When the back of her knees touched the edge of the bed, Arlette carefully turned around and made Connor sit down on the mattress. The two were hypnotized by each other's eyes, not being able to look away, "Continue..." she whispered, staying in front of him. Connor blinked his eyes twice, his large hands carefully tugging the camisole down by the waist. The fabric suddenly pooled by Arlette's feet and the girl gasped as the cold air made contact with her bare skin.
The Assassin's eyes moved down to her body, blushing even more when she covered herself,- more from the cold than anything else-, "No..." he whispered, slowly cupping her hands and moving her arms out of the way, "Let me see." a woman's body was something new to him. Of course he KNEW what certain things were thanks to very detailed descriptions of the Homestead men and several anatomy books. But seeing one naked, right in front of him was a brand new experience.
His eyes were glazed over as he looked at Arlette's body, her breasts were the first thing that came into his view and he could see those adorable freckles. They surrounded her breasts, getting lighter as they were closer to the light pink nipples. Her breasts weren't big, nor small, but the perfect size for Connor to touch.
Arlette's eyes suddenly moved to the front of his robes, her breath coming out in ragged pants as she started to unbutton his coat. He remained immobile, his eyes still gazing upon hernaked frame, not even noticing when she finished unbuttoning. Blinking twice, the Assassin looked down at his chest, seeing his undershirt appearing below the open fabric and stood up. Connor threw the belt that held his quiver to the floor, sliding the robe and the inner coat out of his torso, staying only on his undershirt, pants and boots.
Connor picked Arlette in bridal style,- making the girl squeak out in shock as he held her up easily-, placing her on top of the covers so she wouldn't freeze to death. His hands slowly traveled on her waist and thighs, his fingers hovering above her knees as his voice finally came back, "You are beautiful,Arlette." his voice was so much deeper than she was used to. It made goosebumps form on her skin, or maybe it was just the cold.
"T-Thank you, Connor..." she whispered, biting her lower lip as he curiously moved a hand to gently touch her breast. Arlette gasped out a silent cry, considering how sensitive her breasts were. Connor pulled his hand back, thinking that he had hurt her somehow, "N-No..." she panted quietly, "That felt good...d-do it again..."Arlette murmured, closing her eyes as his hand was once again pressed against her left breast. Her eyebrows knitted together as she felt Connor gently squeeze the flesh, his thumb brushing over the tip of her nipple.
Connor was awestruck at the noises she was making, and he was barely touching her! He remembered someone saying that some women were way more sensitive to the others. His eyes moved to the free breast as it moved up and down thanks to her ragged breaths, something made him want to latch his mouth onto it, see what it tasted like. And that was what he did.
Arlette cried a little bit when she felt Connor's full lips kissing around the nipple before finally taking it on his mouth. She closed her eyes in pleasure, warmth bubbling up on her lower stomach as he continued, "Aah...Connor..." she breathed out his name like a prayer, the hand fondling her breast slid down her ribcage and stopped on her hip bones, fingers carefully tracing the structure until he touched the side of her thigh. Releasing the nipple with a small 'pop' sound, the girl below him gasped quietly, feeling the wetness surrounding the sensitive nub freeze up.
Connor's brown eyes traveled down to the apex of her thighs, to the small triangle of darker red curls hiding her womanhood. His tongue peeked out to wet his dry lips, his mind was getting blurry with all the information that his body was sending up to his brain. Connor remembered that one of the men said that 'if the lass is a virgin, ye might as well make her wet first.'
The Assassin was a bit confused by what the 'wet' part meant, did he had to throw a bucket of water of the woman or something? But no, after a long explanation and a lot of blushing by it, Connor understood what wet finally meant. Connor was getting way too hot, so he decided to throw his shirt away, hovering above Arlette, pressing a kiss upon the side of her jaw, his lips skid up to her own lips and the two kissed once again. Arlette's hands were pressed on his bare chest and by God was he toned. The muscles rippled and moved under her light touch and the only thing Connor could do was moan quietly on his throat.
He sighed through his nostrils, feeling her fingernails carefully scrape over his abdomen, making the muscles clench and shiver under her caresses. The hand close to her thighs carefully slid to the center, his fingertips were suddenly engulfed by a warm heat coming from her opening. He tried to focus on what he had to do, "Arlette, I won't do this if you are uncomfortable." he whispered. The girl was blushing yet again, her lower lip curled inside her mouth as she scrunched her eyebrows.
Just the fact his fingers were so close to her womanhood made her heart beat faster.
"W-We already got this far...why stop now?" she asked, yelping when his fingers finally touched the slit of her opening, the calloused pads rubbing against the sensitive pearl right above her entrance. Arlette writhed and moaned, clenching her legs around his arm as he continued rubbing that same spot in circles. Connor had to admit it was quite a exciting sight, seeing Arlette writhing and moaning his name while he pleasured her. His eyes moved to her flushed face and chest, her moans were getting louder by the minute, her hips were starting to move on their own.
Arlette clamped her hand over her mouth, a scream muffled by her fingers while her hips bucked violently against his hand. Connor widened his eyes when he pulled back, seeing a clear liquid dripping from his fingertips onto the sheets. Now he understood the 'wet' part. The girl panted heavily, her eyes were closed as she continued to breath slowly, "That was...i-incredible..." she stuttered, trying to regain her breath.
Connor smiled softly, "Then I guess it's time to continue." he whispered, kissing her collar bones. Wiping his hand on the sheets, Connor swiftly removed his boots and slowly removed his pants, blushing at the sight of his erection. Arlette widened her eyes, blushing a darker shade of red before averting her gaze and biting her lower lip. The Assassin gulped, carefully hovering above her and placing each forearm on each side of her head, "Ready?"
"R-Ready." she whispered, clenching her eyes shut. Connor carefully prodded her entrance, both of them sighing and moaning by the small contact. He furrowed his eyebrows when he felt a barrier pressing against the tip of his member, he remember that was what made Arlette a virgin. Connor kissed the side of her face, slowly pushing inside her and groaning a bit when he felt the barrier break.
Arlette yelped quietly, tears leaving her eyes as the pain throbbed on her lower body, small hiccups were heard on the room as she cried silently. Connor frowned, kissing the tears away and nuzzling his nose on her cheek, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." he whispered, "I promise it'll feel good soon." at least he hoped. None told him if that pain would continue or not. Arlette nodded, sniffing a bit as she locked gazes with him once more and smiling weakly, "I-I'm alright now..."
Connor furrowed his eyebrows, pulling his hips back and watching as Arlette hissed in pain, digging her small nails on his shoulder blades. The Assassin paused before moving towards her center again, this time her face relaxed and her mouth parted in a quiet moan, so he thought she wasn't feeling pain anymore. Pressing his head on her shoulder, Connor groaned at the feeling of her walls around his shaft, clenching and squeezing him as he moved. Arlette gasped out a moan, her hands digging on his scalp as he continued to move.
He was so new to all this but he loved how it made him feel. She was so warm and welcoming, moaning his name quietly, that only Connor could hear it. His ragged moans also joined hers, his hands held her small ones as they moved in sync. Their gasps mingled with each other as the Assassin felt the need to move faster, enjoying how her legs wrapped around his hips, bringing him even closer to her. She kept moaning, moaning until her whole body was shaking thanks to his thrusts.
Connor felt like he was going to explode, his hips were moving so fast and his legs were starting to ache. But the feeling of Arlette's walls clenching around his shaft painfully and how she screamed loud enough to probably wake everyone in the homestead did something to him. Connor felt something warm covering his member and it wasn't long until he roared out an orgasm, giving three final bucks against her already sore lower body and falling on top of her, completely exhausted.
The two stood like that, on top of the covers, panting with their eyes closed. When the cold started to bother Connor, he slowly slid out of Arlette and tucked her under the covers, soon following suit. He hugged her close to his body, a content smile on his face as he nuzzled her hair, in response he only heard a faint sigh coming from the woman on his arms. For once, Connor felt at peace and whole...it was like he was in heaven.
And Arlette was his angel.
Aaaa done! LEMON DONE GUYS! LONGEST CHAPTER SO FAR! Also, you might' have noticed that it doesn't exaactly follows the game storyline, I kinda want Connor and Haytham to continue together until he meets Arlette and Connor kills Kanen and yeah...
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