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Arlette hummed on her sleep, enjoying the warmth of Connor's chest against her cheek, his breathing was like a lullaby and the movement on his chest relaxed the redhead even more. She blinked her eyes open, blushing when she remembered where the two were at, burying her face on the expanse of Connor's chest in embarrassment. The Assassin sighed on his sleep, the arm draped on her waist tightened his grip only to bring Arlette closer to himself, his nose pressed against her hair.

Blushing a violent shade of pink, Arlette noticed that the two were still naked, bare skin on bare skin. "O-Oh goodness." she whispered, being sure she wouldn't wake him up. When everything came back to her, she noticed that everyone in the Homestead probably knew what had happened...including her father. A gasp left her mouth as she buried her face on Connor's chest, waking the Assassin up on the process, his eyes fluttering open, "What...?" came his confused, yet thick with sleep voice. Arlette looked up from his chest, her small hands clenched on top of his pectorals, "G-Good morning..."

Connor blinked once, then twice, then a violent blush took over his features, "Good...morning..." he said softly, cleaning his throat as the two stared at each other, "So it wasn't a dream?" he asked softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "We...we made love?" the last word made both of them flush in embarrassment, but Arlette nodded nonetheless. Connor paused his antics, furrowing his eyebrows as his mouth parted, "Do you think they heard us?"

"I-I think so." she whispered, biting her lower lip and sighing. Somehow, she was worried of what her father might say about their little...moment together, but on the other hand, she was feeling free for the very first time in years, "But I enjoyed it." Arlette whispered, her blue irises locking with Connor's brown ones. The Assassin smiled, pulling her closer to his face so their foreheads would touch, an innocent act of affection and love that the two commonly shared. "I'm so lucky to have you." he whispered, his large hands caressing her back, "I promise, as long as I live, I'll never let anything happen to you."

The girl only smiled, kissing her love on the lips before looking towards the window, "Should we get dressed? It's breakfast time." she whispered, unconsciously snuggling close to his chest, a sigh leaving her nostrils. Connor smiled, his eyes getting heavy yet again, "In a few minutes..." he mumbled, falling asleep seconds later, Arlette following suit.

Arlette walked down the staircase, humming a sweet melody as she walked to the kitchen, she was just so happy and wasn't going to hide it. If everyone heard it, so what? Of course her father could probably murder Connor, but she wasn't letting him do that. The red haired girl poured some tea for herself, sipping it slowly while looking out at the snow covered trees by the window, "It sure is a beautiful morning." she smiled, grabbing a biscuit from the basket to dip on the hot beverage.

Strong footsteps made their way to the kitchen as well, Arlette smiled while nibbling her biscuit as Connor stepped inside. The two shared a violent red blush, "Good morning." he said, kissing her forehead since her lips were busy with the small sugary treat. His hands caressed her arms as his lips lingered upon her skin. Arlette giggled, licking her lips to get rid of the crumbs, kissing his lips while standing on her tip toes, "Good morning to you." she whispered, watching as he smiled ever so softly, his fingertips touching her palm as he went to grab something to eat.

"Did someone bothered you about...what happened?" he asked with his back turned to Arlette. The girl shook her head, but vocalized a reply since he wasn't looking at her, 'No. No one said anything." she paused, "Then again,I didn't saw anyone." it was a quiet mumble, more to herself than anyone else, but Connor heard what she had said. "I am worried about my father,mostly."

Ah yes.

Her father.

Connor froze visibly, gulping loud enough to echo in the empty kitchen, he had forgotten about that little fact. He had forgotten that Arthur was taller than he was, probably stronger than he was and certainly angrier than he was. He sighed softly, trying to contain his nerves about the thought of her father making a questionnaire about what had happened, "Yes...me too." he confessed, blushing slightly when Arlette hugged him from behind. She smiled softly, enjoying how warm Connor was, "But don't worry." she began, "He won't take me away from you nor will take you away from me."

Her words were so honest and pure, God, he loved that girl. If there was anything that could calm him, was Arlette herself. He just engulfed her small frame in a hug, his hand touching the back of her head as he whispered word on his language against her ear. Arlette blushed, not understanding what they meant, but somehow, she was sure they came from his heart. "You are special to me." he whispered, closing his eyes as her sweet scent entered his nostrils,"I wish only to make you happy,Arlette. I promise I'll do everything to make that possible."

Arlette rose her head, smiling shyly at his words, "Connor," she touched the side of his face, "I already am happy. I don't need anything else, I have you." she said sincerely, her blue eyes shining in pure adoration, "You have saved me, you have treated me like no one else did...you made me feel whole." her cheek was pressed against his chest, right above his heart, a small smile on her face as she listened to his frantic heartbeat, "I don't need anything else,I swear."

Connor was speechless thanks to her confession, but smiled, hugging her tighter and kissing the top of her head, "You are wonderful." he whispered, closing his eyes as the two listened to each other's breath. They stood there for a couple more minutes, until Arthur had entered to have some tea. The young couple widened their eyes, expecting a harsh glare or a lecture, but the Irishman hummed, pouring tea for himself and looking up at them. "Good morning you two." he said with a kind smile, leaving the kitchen with the teacup in hand, still humming.

Arlette blinked twice, her jaw hanging open. What just happened?

Connor had left the Homestead, walking towards the rooftops to meet with his father. Honestly, the last thing he wanted to do was spend time with him, especially if he was going to ask about Arlette...

"Ah,Connor!" Haytham said, leaning casually against a chimney, "How are you,son?" Connor groaned, rolling his eyes before glaring at his progenitor. They did not talked much, simply walked towards a small shoppe, where Haytham was going to pick up some information, "Try not to cause a ruckus." his father had said. Connor narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, looking at the people who passed by.

He sighed a bit, feeling like he was missing something...he tapped his pockets and frowned, "I think I have everything with me." he mumbled, then rose his head as a couple passed by...a burning feeling took over his chest. Now he knew what he was missing, he was missing Arlette, his little Arlette. He spent a whole week with her and it was surely strange to be without her warm body close to his, especially after what happened yesterday's night.

He ran a hand over his face, feeling the heat from his blush spread over his palm, a small smile formed on his face. Maybe he was right about that, maybe Arlette...maybe Arlette was his soul now.

"Ah,old people they take so long to find a piece of paper." Haytham began, placing the scroll inside his robe and blinking when Connor remained silent, "Not that you talk a lot but,m you've been so distant lately,son." he said, hands behind his back as he approached the Assassin. Brown eyes locked with Haytham's blue ones and a glare fight was on, "Does it has to do with your girlfriend?"

"Don't talk about Arlette." he said firmly, walking away from his father, only for him to follow. Haytham rose his arms slightly, "What? I think I have to know this Arlette girl!After all,I'm your father." Connor wanted to talk back so hard, so hard... but he was somewhat right. And knowing Arlette, she'd want to meet Haytham as well, well she had said it once. Connor groaned, rubbing his hands over his eyes as he breathed through his nostrils. "What do you say Connor?"

A loud groan rumbled on the Assassin's throat and he glared at his father with his lips slightly pursed, "Fine." he said, but before the Templar could say something back, his son tugged him by the collar, a menacing glare upon his features, 'But try anything with her, try changing her mind to focus on yours and I swear, I swear, I will destroy you."

Haytham didn't wanted to show it, but he was a bit taken aback by his son's words. So he was indeed protective of his little girlfriend. "Understood." Haytham said firmly, removing his son's closed fist from his collar, fixing it with a flick of his wrist, "I am only interested in talking to her Connor, nothing else."

Connor crossed his arms, mouth in a thin line as he glared at his father, "And do you really expect me to believe that?" he said firmly, throwing his hand up before Haytham could reply. He wasn't going to have any of his father's excuses that night. The Assassin and the Master Templar just walked into the night, disappearing behind the fog.

"I've sent a letter to Robert." Arthur said, holding a candle as he limped towards the desk Arlette was sitting, several books scattered around her. The girl lifted her head from one of the books, eyebrows up as she waited for her father to continue, "Let's hope it made to him." Arthur sighed, finally sitting down on a chair, closing his eyes. He was healing slowly, it still hurt when he walked or breathed deeply, but overall it wasn't as bad.

Arlette smiled, moving back to her book, she was somewhat surprised her father didn't commented anything about what had happened...yet. She was actually scared of his silence and lack of comments. But she didn't had to wait long.

"Arlette." Arthur began, leaning on his hand as he spoke, "You and Connor. You two had relations." well when he said it like that... Arlette's face flamed up violently, she moved her eyeballs around in fear, unable to look at her father into the eye, "I am sorry daddy,-"

"Don't be."

She rose her head and one of her eyebrows confusedly, soon furrowing them again, "What?"

"Don't be sorry. It's a normal thing every couple has to do once in a while, darling." he said sweetly, patting her hand, "Just try not to be such as noisy next time." he smirked, chuckling as she covered her face with both hands. Surprised by his calm reaction, Arlette sighed, "Thank you daddy...I thought you were going to be mad at me...or at Connor."

"Never." he said simply, shaking his head and smiling as Adrik made his presence known by leaping on his lap. Arthur ran a hand on the cat's back, making Adrik purr in delight, "Connor is a good man,Arlette...amazingly,I trust him. And I know he wouldn't hurt you." he said that with a small smile, "He loves you too much."

Arlette smiled shyly at that, fumbling with her fingers as she bit her lower lip, "I love him too." she whispered, soon remembering why she had such a large amount of books around her. She blinked, pulling out one of the papers where she drew that strange globe, "Daddy." Arthur hummed in response, "Daddy have you ever seen something like this?" the paper was placed upon the desk, and the red headed girl blinked as his father analyzed the drawing, "I've been having dreams with it."

Arthur looked at the drawing, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at it with his eyes squinted, "You dreamed with this?" he asked, not taking his eyes from the paper. After Arlette's positive response, the Cunningham's patriarch leaned against his hand as he continued to look at the drawing. Amazingly, it seemed like he had seen something like that before...

"I am not sure but..." he paused, before taking a deep breath, "Your uncle Seamus...he...he showed me something like this once, before moving to Scotland." he said in realization. Seamus was his older brother, a scientist, a man considered a lunatic by everyone who knew him. He had always said something about the 'Apple', about how the 'Apple' was the reason the world was like it was. Arthur never considered that, he always thought that his brother was tired, or stressed considering his experiments were following failures.

Seamus had moved to Scotland when he was thirty years old and Arthur was only nineteen, since then, the two never talked. Arthur blinked, "Arlette, can I send this to your uncle? He may be able to help." he said, folding the paper on the middle and holding it in place. Arlette nodded mutely, she didn't knew she had an uncle. Not on her father's side anyway. She hoped he could help her.

Adrik meowed, going for Arlette's lap as Arthur left the room to write the letter. The black cat purred, rubbing his head below her chin and closing his eyes as she scratched his ears, "What do you think Adrik?" Arlette asked while scratching his head, "You think that the globe means something?" the cat flicked his golden eyes mischievously at his owner.

Arlette felt like he always knew something she didn't.

The girl was waiting for Connor, she knew she shouldn't be because heaven's know what time he'd arrive, but she worried about him and his well being. So when he walked past the door, a red blur launched itself against him, slim arms hugging his torso. He winced, he was a bit bruised thanks to a fight that his father had started. Connor simply asked a few questions and his father's comments erupted a fight.

"You are hurt!" she gasped, noticing the purple bruise on his cheek. Before he could say something, she pulled him to his bedroom, ordering him to stay quiet as she gathered ointments and hot water. Connor smiled faintly, sitting on the bed while resting his elbows upon his thighs, Adrik sitting next to him with his back straight and ears up, tail flicking from time to time.

"You should be more careful." Came Arlette's quiet voice as she closed the door, holding a bottle of ointment, a roll of gauze, a small towel and a bowl filled with hot water. She sighed, pulling a chair in front of him and carefully dipping the towel in the hot water, pressing against the bruise on his cheek. Connor hissed, closing his eyes as the sting throbbed thanks to the heat addition. But as soon it started it was gone. "I am sorry." he said, moving his eyes to lock on her face.

She looked so adorable. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she took care of him...he could get used to that. "Shouldn't you be asleep?" he asked softly, letting an 'ow' fly past his lips as the started to rub the ointment on the clean bruise. Arlette sighed, "I couldn't, I worry about you too much."

"I can take care of myself."

"Your cheek doesn't thinks so." she said back with a small smile. Since when was Arlette this teasing? He didn't knew if he liked or was confused by it, "Is there any place where you got hurt?"

Connor licked his lips, unbuttoning his robes and staying with his top bare. It could've lead to something else if it was the fact of the large purplish red bruise on the left side of his ribcage. She gasped loudly, leaning closer to have a better look, "How did this happened?!" she asked, already pressing the dampened towel against it, she grimaced a bit when the dry blood started to come off.

"It was a fight." he began, "My father and I went to this pub to find some answers...and when I asked certain questions he interfered." he said simply, putting it was his father's fault, not his. Arlette frowned, shaking her head as she rubbed the ointment on the large bruise, cleaning her hands on the towel before rolling out the gauze on her hand, "It's nothing too severe,Arlette."

"Yes it is." she interrupted, "You could've broken a rib and it'd perforate your lungs and you would've died..." her voice went faint and quiet on the last line. She sighed, wrapping the bandage with a knot on the front, her fingers hovering close to his chest, "And I wouldn't like that." she said, looking to the side while her lower lip curled inside her mouth. Connor felt the punch of guilty hit right onto his heart.

He needed to understand that he wasn't alone now, he had Arlette and Arlette cared about him. He felt guilty for forgetting that other people cared and that sometimes, his words would seem careless to him but to the others it looked like he simply didn't cared. "I am sorry." he said softly, wrapping his arms around her waist and bringing her closer, "I promise I'll be more careful next time."

Arlette looked down at him,her small hands cupping his face as she smiled softly, "You promised." she said, kissing his lips and soon sitting on his lap, her head pressed against his heart as Connor ran his fingers on her long hair, "Something else is bothering you isn't it?" she asked softly, raising her head to look into his face. Connor sighed, "My father wants to meet you."

"Oh?"

The Assassin shook his head, "I don't agree with it completely." he began, "But yet again you commented you wanted to meet him." it was true, she did commented that. Arlette leaned her cheek against his chest, her hand holding his as he continued to ponder about it. She curled her lower lip on her mouth, "You can go with me...he wouldn't try anything if you are with me."

Connor paused, before saying a quiet, "True..." he furrowed his eyebrows, taking a deep breath, "I will go with you then." he said, pulling her closer to his side and kissing her forehead, "If he tries anything,I'll break his neck."

"He won't." she reassured, kissing his jaw to calm him down. She was going to comment about the globe she was dreaming about,,,but decided to do that tomorrow. Now she just wanted to make Connor feel better and calm about the situation of meeting his father.

Aaaaaaaah I'm so sorry you guys!I was doing college stuff and it KILLED ME!

but this story is not over.

oh no.

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