OH SWEET GRATIFICATION! XD That time and moment has finally come everyone! But first I must distribute cookies and hugs.
Me:Prepare yourself Altaïr, you've got a lot of hugging to do.
Altaïr: Ugh... Fine, but you owe me.
Me: I made cookies for you before anyone else!
Altaïr: You still owe me.
Me:*rolls eyes* ugh fine. I'll figure something out. Just give these nice, awesome people what they deserve.yourxenium,Skippie89, TiaDalma92, Aeon Hawk, MasterKaira21, Ducky275, Dolphin2ii, Alex274. Oooo! I hope you guys enjoy your hugs! I'll give you virtual cookies to eat while you read this AWESOME CHAPTER. Go give your hugs Altaïr!
Altaïr: *grumbles but walks off to do it* (A random Malik smirks in the background)
Me: *smiles triumphantly and waves at the group of reviewers* Have fun guys! And don't let the inner fangirl take over too much! *distributes cookies*
~Doors~
Chapter 30
First Kiss
I held onto Kara's hand as we ran down the hall way. Altaïr was close behind me.
"Alera, wait." Altaïr stopped. I stopped too and looked at him.
"What is it?"
"We still need to kill the Merchant King. Remember?"
"Damn. I forgot about him." suddenly we heard footsteps coming from behind one of the doors to our right. I took Kara and we pressed flat up against the wall. Altaïr shot his hidden blade out and pressed up against the wall on my right side. The foot steps got closer, and Kara clutched my left side. I put my arm around her and we waited, being as quiet as possible. Altaïr went into a crouch and got ready to pounce. The door flung open towards us, and a man in simple clothes stepped out. He took a worried look around. I took a couple steps forward to try and look at the man.
"Father!" screamed Kara. The man turned around and sure enough, it was the doctor. I sighed in relief and put my hands on Altaïr's arm and shoulder. I heard his hidden blade slide back.
"Kara!" the doc said in complete joy and relief. Kara ran to his open arms and they embraced. Suddenly, a boy emerged from behind the door as well.
"Look, dear. Look who I found." said the Doctor. Kara looked behind her father and squealed with joy.
"Naji!" she squealed. I was a bit shocked myself, but I was very happy. Now the guilt resting on my shoulders from lying to her earlier had lifted. The boy's eyes widened and he smiled.
"Kara! Thank god! I feared the worst." he said in relief. I felt a pang of sheer and utter sadness. The worst had happened to the poor girl. She had been raped and she could never get back what was taken from her. I saw Kara run to the boy. They embraced and he kissed her on the head. I smiled softly, but the sadness was still there. Suddenly I felt something run down my arm. I looked and it was the back of Altaïr's hand. I then looked up at him. His eyes met mine and he smiled softly. It put me at ease.
I looked back at the three and they were all hugging each other. The doc and the boy kept a loving hold on Kara. This made my heart warm. The girl had gone through something traumatic, something that threatened to haunt her for the rest of her life, but she had a father who loved her and a boy who was obviously going to be more than a friend in the near future. There was hope for her. Hope that she would eventually mend through experiencing love. The love of her father, and the love of the boy who had been with her through thick and thin.
The little family parted from each other and the Doctor looked up at Altaïr and I and smiled.
"Desert Rose. You've saved my daughter and you've saved me. How can I ever thank you?"
"Get out of this city and away from these people. Make a new life and don't get caught again." I said with a smile. The doctor nodded and smiled.
"I stole some money from Abu'l's quarters. We can start anew. Thank you."
"I did have a little help from my friend here. He came and rescued me and in turn rescued Kara." Altaïr looked at me and I smiled at him. He looked back at the doctor.
"Do you know where the Merchant King is now? We have some unfinished business with him." that last part came out in a slight growl.
"Yes. Last I saw of him he was heading towards his quarters. This was of course after I had been in there. He should still be in his quarters. The commotion of these events has likely made him go into hiding." My adrenaline started to rush. We knew where our target was. I felt Altaïr get anxious beside me as well. I nodded.
"Thank you doctor. Do you know how to get out of here?" I asked.
"Yes. We can leave this place. We can slip past the guards easily." he said. I nodded.
"Farewell then. Kara, stay safe." I said to her.
"Thank you, Lady Assassin. I hope we meet again under better circumstances. And you," she looked at Altaïr. Altaïr crossed his arm over his chest and bowed slightly.
"Yes my lady?" he said. I smiled and laughed quietly.
"I can tell you both love each other very much," Altaïr and I exchanged a slightly surprised look. "Take care of her, so that I have a chance to see her again." Altaïr looked at me.
"Of course, Kara. We will both see you again one day."
"We promise." I said. Altaïr and I crossed our arms over our chests and bowed.
"Safety and Peace be upon you." said Altaïr.
"You as well, my friends." said the Doctor. I took Altaïr's hand and led him through the door. We broke out into a run.
"Desert Rose!" called the Doctor. Altaïr and I skidded to a halt and looked back. "Your weapons are in the silver chest behind Abu'l's desk." My spirits immediately rose. I nodded and smiled.
"Thanks Doc!" I called back. I looked back at Altaïr.
"Come on, lets go kill this kitanai buta." I growled. I took off into a run and I heard Altaïr follow behind.
"A what?" he asked. I laughed and looked back at him.
"It means filthy swine in Japanese."
"Japanese? Where did you learn, or for that matter, hear Japanese?" I laughed and stopped. I looked at the door on the right of me and saw some stairs. This was it.
"I have got some stories to tell you later. But right now, we have to kill this guy. This is it. These stairs lead up to his room." I looked over at Altaïr who was now standing beside me. "As soon as the door opens, find him and don't hesitate. Chances are he'll either try to fight back or try to run." Altaïr smiled at me, held his left hand up and flipped his hidden blade out. The metal gleamed and I saw my eyes in it's reflection.
"Have I ever hesitated? He won't know what hit him." he smirked and I tried to bite back my smile but it crept out. "Don't deny it. You know you like it." I moved closer.
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You'll never know." I said with a smirk.
"I already do know." he said.
"Shut up and lets go kill the bastard." I said with a laugh. Altaïr winked at me and headed up the stairs. I followed close behind him. We soon came to the door and I stood up in front of him and grabbed the handle.
"Ready?" I whispered.
"Always." he said. I gripped the door and took a deep breath.
"One," Altaïr clenched his fists. "Two," he got ready to run. "Three!" I flung the door open and Altaïr barreled through. I saw that the room was in the same disarray as I had left it. Things broken, table broken and turned upside down, and now there was a dying man lying on the two steps that led up to his bed chambers. Altaïr pulled his blade from Abu'l's neck and the fat man sighed.
"Be at peace now." said Altaïr. I walked up and knelt down beside him. I saw Abu'l smile at the sight of me.
"Well look at you. Out of your chains, my men lay dead, and now I lay dying."
"I told you didn't I? You were going to die either way. Whether it be by my hand or my friend's hand."
"Why have you done this?" he breathed out, looking at Altaïr and I both.
"You've sold women as slaves against their will and stole money from those you claim to lead, sent it away for some unknown purpose. We want to know where it's gone and why." said Altaïr.
"Look at me! My very nature is an affront to the people I ruled, and these noble robes did little more than to muffle their shouts of hate."
"Maybe if you weren't selling women against their will and going around threatening everyone, people wouldn't hate you as much." I spat out.
"No, even if I weren't selling women, they'd still hate me because of the money."
"So this is about vengeance, then." said Altaïr.
"No, not vengeance, but my conscience. How could I finance a way in service to the same god that calls me an abomination?"
"If you do not serve Salah Al-Din's cause, then who?" I asked. Altaïr and I exchanged a quick glance, then looked back at Abu'l.
"In time you will come to know them." he smiled weakly and looked from me to Altaïr. "I think, perhaps, you already do."
"Then why hide?" I said.
"And why these dark deeds?" said Altaïr.
"Is it so different from your own work? You take the lives of men and women, strong in the conviction that their deaths will improve the lives of those left behind. A minor evil for the greater good? We are the same." this made me bristle.
"Don't you dare compare yourself to us." I growled.
"No, we are nothing alike." added Altaïr, also with a growl.
"Ah, but I see it in your eyes, both of you. You both doubt. You cannot stop us. We will have our new world." he cringed in pain, then breathed his last breath. His last words sent a chill down my spine. His words worried me and I didn't like them. Altaïr and I looked at each other. He then reached in his pouch and took out an eagle feather. I realized it was Alario's eagle feather. It had my dried blood on the end of it.
"This is the only feather I have and I'm pretty sure you don't have a rose petal." he said. I shook my head.
"Just go ahead and do it. I'm gonna look for my weapons." I said. Altaïr nodded and I got up and walked over to Abu'l's desk. I peaked in behind it and saw the silver chest. I got down on my knees and drug the chest out. It didn't have a lock on it, thank luck and fate. I flipped the latches up and opened the chest.
I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled widely. There was my hidden blade and bracers right on top. I picked up my hidden blade.
"Yes, there you are old friend." I mumbled with a smile. This blade had been my father's, and he gave it to me when I was old enough to train with it. I strapped it on, and I heard Altaïr stride over to me. I looked at my hand and flicked the blade out.
"Shink." the silver metal shined and winked back at me and I saw my reflection in it. I moved it in the light, then I saw Altaïr's reflection in the blade. I smiled slightly and looked up at him. He looked me in the eyes and we stayed like that for just a second. I broke the stare and looked back down. I strapped my other bracer on, then pulled out my straps with my throwing knives and short sword on it.
I stood up and strapped it on me. One strap went under my breasts and the other went across my chest over my left shoulder. I adjusted it and looked down at myself. I still had the slave outfit on. It was the only thing that I had to wear and I didn't want to go running through the streets of Damascus at night... naked.
My straps... accentuated my chest more and the strap that went across my chest threatened to drag my top down. I tucked the material behind the strap to make it stay put. I chanced a glance up at Altaïr. His hood was pulled down just enough to where I couldn't see his eyes, but I did see the slightest traces of a smirk on his lips. I crossed my arms and cocked my hip.
"Enjoying the view sweetheart?" I said in a smooth voice. His smirk grew.
"Yes I am. Thank you for asking." he said in his smooth voice. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped a little. I was not expecting that answer. He smiled and took two strides towards me. He came very close and put his hand on my chin and closed my mouth.
"Don't look so surprised." his breath was on my lips and heat pulsed off his body. The heat that I had missed and wanted. "You're a beautiful woman, Alera. You should be proud of your..." his eyes ravenously ran down me and another smirk pulled on his lips. "Charms." I smiled at him, then bent down to get my sword and my thigh knife.
I felt his eyes on my back as I stood back up. I strapped my sword around my waist and then did something that I knew would get him good. I slowly rose my leg up and propped it on the desk. I then pulled my red cloth belt and my white flaps away and exposed my upper thigh. I strapped my knife on me and looked back at Altaïr.
"Believe me, I am proud of my charms," I ran my hand down my thigh and then put my leg back down. "Because I know it tortures you." I winked at him and looked down to adjust everything. Altaïr chuckled.
"How many times must I warn you, Alera?" suddenly a hand snaked around my bareback and pulled me forward. My body was pressed against Altaïr. He wrapped his other arm around me and his fingertips grazed lazily up and down my back. It gave me chills of pleasure everywhere. "Be careful what you do around me... It'll drive me over the edge and make me do something crazy." he growled. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"You might just drive me to do something crazy as well." he smiled and laughed quietly.
"Good, then we can be crazy together." I smiled and looked him in the eyes. I slid my hands down his shoulders and rested them on his chest.
"I'd rather be crazy with you, than sane and alone." he smiled softly and reached up and stroked my neck. He ran his hand across my collarbone.
"We should leave and get back to the bureau. Alario is worried about you and I want you out and away from this place." he said quietly. I nodded, but then I remembered what Ruri had said. The window in the bathroom. She said we could jump out and land on the wall, then jump to the roofs. "What is it?" said Altaïr. He must have seen the realization on my face.
"I know a way out of here. Come on." I grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom in the back. I saw the window. It was covered by white curtains and it was big enough for a full grown person to slide through. "That's it." I said pointing to the window.
"How did you-"
"I have a lot of stories to tell, I know. But we can do that later. I just want to get the hell out of here." I pulled back the curtains and looked down. It was a good distance, but nothing I couldn't handle.
"You might not come out of this unscathed." said Altaïr beside me. I looked at him and smiled.
"Only one way to find out." I pulled myself up on the windowsill and crouched. I readied myself mentally and physically. I took a deep breath, then jumped.
The butterflies in my stomach went insane, but I gritted my teeth and braced for the impact of the landing. My feet hit the flat top of the wall and I bent my knees to absorb the impact. I fell forward a bit and scraped my knees, but it wasn't that bad. No blood, just scratches.
I stood up and brushed the dust off of me. I looked back up at the window and nodded to Altaïr. He was standing on the windowsill. He nodded back and jumped out perfectly, and landed perfectly. He stood up and looked at me.
"That wasn't a very gracious landing. Are you alright?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm fine. I'm not really used to being barefooted and half exposed when I'm jumping from buildings, so you'll have to forgive me." I bit back sarcastically. He laughed.
"Alright, fair enough. You have a point." I nodded.
"Thought so." suddenly I heard the call of an eagle, and the flapping of wings. I stuck my arm out and Alario dived down and perched on my leather bracer. I was so happy to see him and so proud of him.
"Alario, I'm so proud of you." I said to him. I held him close and he ran his head under my neck and I stroked his wings and his head. Alario looked up at me, his golden brown eyes staring right back into mine.
"I love you, Alario." I said quietly. He chirped at me and rubbed me once more. "Head back to the bureau and get some rest. You've had a long night. You've done well." he chirped and took off from my arm. I looked back at Altaïr.
"I'm ready to go back to the bureau as well. Some place familiar and... safe." Altaïr nodded and reached up to stroke my scar. His finger traced it briefly and he put his hand back down.
"Lets go." We jumped from the wall to a near by building and then we were off from there. We followed Alario back to the bureau. Altaïr and I matched paces as we sped across, jumping and rolling and running. I felt the wind run through my hair and the chains on my collar jingled. I felt sort of free, but I was going to feel better when I got the collar and the shackles off. I looked up at the sky every once and a while and the stars were still shinning brightly. It had been a long night, and all I want to do is curl up in Altaïr's arms and rest.
We finally came to the building. I jumped on the roof and the familiar surroundings calmed me down. I saw the black symbol of the assassins marking the entrance. I breathed deeply as Altaïr landed beside me.
"Its good to be back." I said with a smile. Alario swooped into the building and perched on the bookshelves. I ran to the edge and jumped down and rolled onto the ground. The fountains on either side of the room trickled peacefully. Blankets and pillows were scattered across the floor and up against the wall. I heard Altaïr close the roof and lock it. A few candles were lit here and there.
"Does the Rafiq know?" I asked.
"Yes, I told him to leave the candles lit so we could have some light." said Altaïr. He walked into the next room and grabbed something. I unstrapped my weapons and put them off to the side. My gaze drifted to the wall, and I walked up to it and stared at the black Creed symbol. I smiled and put my hand on the wall.
I had come so close to losing my life. The life that I loved and the life that I'd worked so hard to achieve and accomplish. I would have been so miserable, I would have taken my own life. I would have died of grief and a broken heart. I ran my hand down the cool stone wall. I had a feeling of pride and happiness run through me. I'm proud to be an Assassin. It's the only life I've ever known, and ever since my father had spoken a first word to me about it, I've been enraptured by it ever since.
"Alera? Are you alright?" came Altaïr's deep, quiet voice. Concern was laced in it. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and pressed my back against the wall. I saw that he had thrown his hood back. His beautiful green eyes were shining. I gave a reassuring smile to him.
"I'm fine."
"Give me your wrist, the shackles will be the easy part. The collar will be the hardest." I lifted my wrist up. Altaïr had found a lock picking tool and began to pick the small lock on the underside of the shackle. "Are you sure there's nothing you need to talk to me about?" he asked again. He flicked his wrist and something clicked. He pulled the shackle apart and set it on the ground over to the side. I rubbed my wrist and sighed.
"Nothing important." he took my other wrist and went to work on it.
"But it is something. You may think it's not important, but it could be. You won't know unless you talk about it." something clicked. He flicked his wrist and it clicked again. He pried it off and put it with the other one. I sighed.
"It's just... I was thinking about how close I came to losing my life." I looked him in the eyes. "If I would have became a slave, I would have taken my life before they even got a chance to touch me." Altaïr gave me a sad look. He ran his fingers around the rim of my hood and slowly pushed it back. He then pushed my hair back from the collar and started to pick the lock.
"Do not speak like that." he said quietly.
"Why? It's true. They would have shipped me off. I would have died of a broken heart. I would have been miserable. Being beaten and taken and... broken. Every single night." I faded into a whisper. "I would have found a way to die, whether it be by blade or by poison." Altaïr tensed and flicked his wrist hard. He paused for a second. He looked up at me, his eyes flashed dangerously.
"Alera, do not say such things. I can't even begin to imagine... It hurts me to even think about you killing yourself. It angers me to think about another taking you're life or breaking you. I just couldn't bear it if..." that last part came out in a whisper. He looked away from me for a second, then went back to working on the lock.
"I was so scared. When I woke up, my fire was gone and my hope was lost. I fell into despair so quickly... I was so ashamed..." there was one small click, then another and the collar popped open. I grabbed it and snatched it off my neck and threw it with the other shackles. I rubbed my neck and my wrists. Now I was truly free. Altaïr put his hands on either side of me and leaned against the wall.
"Why did you despair so quickly? Why did you give up?" he asked quietly. He almost sounded hurt.
"I kept thinking about that fight we had earlier and I thought about how angry we both were. I was blinded by hatred and I lashed out at you. It wasn't your fault. You were right, but you were so mad at me... I didn't know if you would come looking for me..." Altaïr shook his head and stepped up closer to me. He cupped my face with both hands and pushed the hair out of my eyes.
"No, Alera. No, no. Please don't say anything like that. You should know better. They knocked me out cold and as soon as I woke up, I went looking for you. I tracked the bastards footprints but lost them. Even if Alario hadn't come and found me, I would have still looked for you." he rested his forehead against mine. "If you would have been sold and taken away, I would have abandoned all of my missions, I would have dropped everything and came looking for you. And I wouldn't have stopped until I found you."
"I was blinded by hate though. You were right, but I was wrong. I was so wrong for yelling at you and... and accusing you. I should have listened, but I know now."
"Shhh...None of it matters anymore. The fight is in the past and you've come to terms. Your at peace now." he stroked my cheeks and pulled back to look at me.
"I understand. I know I'm at peace now, but I made you mad. I made you so angry and I disappointed you to the point where you were going to walk out and leave me. You had every right to, but why did you come and look for me? You could have left and wouldn't have had to deal with me, but instead you chased me and got knocked out, then got right back up and chased me again. Why did you come after me?" I looked in his eyes. They were soft yet he was serious. They were beautiful and shined with the light that I loved to see. The brown in his iris seemed to turn gold. His hands ran down to my neck and his thumbs ran over my cheeks. His breath caressed my lips. That alone sent chills down my spine and my blood warmed. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
Altaïr let out a small laugh. "You just don't understand do you?... Well, I'm going to tell, and make you understand." he came extremely close and looked me dead in my eyes. "Alera..." he breathed in a husky voice... "I would bleed myself dry, for you."
Oh my god...
I leaned forward and crushed my lips against his!
*Altaïr could see it in Alera's eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes stared right back at him. He'd just spilled part of his feelings and his heart out to her. He would do anything to save her. He'd give anything to see her alive and safe.
He was going to lean in for the kill and go slow and smooth, but he didn't even get halfway there. Alera leaned forward and crushed her lips to his! He tensed slightly. He was caught off guard and didn't expect that. Her lips didn't move, they just stayed there. She was waiting on him to make a move to let her know.*
I felt him tense slightly. I must have caught him off guard. Oh god I hope I didn't scare him. I was so tempted to open my eyes and look to see what I had done wrong, until I felt it...Those smooth lips moved against mine.
*This was it. Those lips were finally his. Those smooth lips that had tempted and taunted him for so long were finally his. He was going to let Alera know just how much he had wanted this, how long he had needed this. He was definitely going to make her know.*
I moved my lips against his and kissed his bottom lip. We pulled apart just barely, our lips still touching and brushing one another. I felt Altaïr's hands run from my neck down my body to my exposed sides and abdomen. He gently pushed me up against the wall. My back was flat against the wall and his body was touching mine. Chest to chest, hips to hips.
I'm not going anywhere.
He quickly closed what little space we had between our lips. I ran my hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck and pulled him as close as possible. His lips moved against mine so eagerly and hungrily, but I was the same way. I had wanted this for so long and now I had finally gotten it.
And it is so much more than I could ever imagine.
We found a rhythm, and every movement, every motion he made, I responded quickly and with no hesitation. His lips caressed mine in a way that had my knees wanting to give and a warm coil twisting in the pit of my stomach. I darted my tongue out and licked his bottom lip. He responded by slowly snaking his hands around on my lower back and pulling me closer to him. I curled my fingers into his short black hair and my finger nails lightly pressed into his neck. He pulled back but didn't get far, I followed him even though we were both breathing hard. I wanted more.
A smile formed on his face.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." he whispered huskily. I smiled back.
"I'm sure I have a pretty good idea... Can I tell you a secret?" he pressed my back against the wall, but still had his hands on my lower back.
"Of course." he said. I smiled and bit my lip. I felt my cheeks turn red. I looked down for a second.
"That was my first kiss." I looked back up at him. A look of surprise passed over his face, then he smiled.
"Really? Because it didn't seem like it..." we both laughed quietly.
"Yes, it was my first kiss. I'm the only girl in the order, remember? I wasn't allowed to have a boy friend or any sort of love interest back in the days when I was training. It was considered a distraction, and the Master said I couldn't afford to have distractions, lest I fail and be thrown out."
"So, I was your first kiss, hmm?" he asked with a smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Yes..." I said slowly. I raised an eyebrow.
"I should have known. You didn't really know what you were doing at first. You just pressed your lips to mine and waited for me to make the next move, you should get better at that." he teased. I moved closer.
"Well, I'm sorry if I don't have enough experience for you."
"You have the right ways and techniques, and definitely the right mind for it. It just needs to be perfected." I smiled and leaned forward.
"Then teach me." I whispered. I kissed his lower lip and bit it ever so lightly. I then let it slip from between my lips and I leaned back against the wall. He smirked that smirk that made me want him even more.
"With pleasure, my Rose." he crushed his lips hungrily against mine again. This time he licked my bottom lip. He kissed it and sucked on it, then kissed me full out again. His hand traveled up my back and went under my top. It slid around the bottom of the material and his hand massaged my ribs and his finger tips grazed the bottom of my breast. I pulled away from him with a short gasp. I felt his hand start to move away, but I grabbed it and stopped it.
"No, it's alright. It just surprised me." I whispered. He put his hand on my neck and ran his finger tips down my neck, then the middle of my chest. He smiled softly and kissed me again, lingering. His lips moved once, then he pulled back. His hand slid down from my chest, to my stomach then his fingertips grazed over my exposed thigh. He went to kiss me again, but I turned to the side and he kissed my jaw. He tried again but he kissed my neck. I looked up at him and smirked mischievously.
"You're not getting away that easily." he growled. I leaned forward.
"Come get me." I whispered. I unwrapped my arms from around his neck and put them on his forearms. One hand rubbed my thigh, suddenly I felt his other hand wrap around the back of my neck and pull me close. He looked in my eyes for a split second, then devoured my lips again.
I couldn't help it, I had to wrap my arms around his neck again. He kissed me hard pushed my back against the wall again. I felt Altaïr's tongue keep darting out and licking my lips. I smiled inwardly and opened my mouth wider.
*Altaïr felt Alera wanting more. He licked her lips and she opened her mouth. He wanted to taste her so bad. He wanted more of her, if not all of her.*
His tongue slipped past my lips and explored my mouth, begging for me to respond and I did. Our tongues fought with the same dexterity we have. Each fighting to gain the upper hand on the other. Altaïr came out on top, as always. His fingertips still ghosted over my upper thigh and his hand gently gripped it. We parted for a split second. I slowly rose my left leg up and wrapped it around his waist, he gripped the bottom of my thigh. I then rose my right leg up and wrapped it around his waist. He held me up against the wall effortlessly. My legs were wrapped around his waist and the heat pulsing from our bodies made us even more ravenous for each other.
He pushed me upwards and kissed my bottom lip again. He then kissed my jaw and slowly made his way down to the nape of my neck. His kisses were filled with fever, and it kept me begging for more. He bit my neck once, not too hard but just enough for a wave of pleasure to run through me. The warm coil in my stomach tightened... I needed more. Altaïr went to kiss my jaw again, but I leaned down and met his lips instead. I slid my legs down off of his waist and ran my hands from his neck and down his chest to those damn straps.
They had to come off...
Now.
I slipped the strap from the buckle very deftly. One pull and I let go, and It slid off his back and onto the floor. I went for his robe next, but he caught my hands and laced them with his. He then chuckled and kissed me softly. He pulled back and kissed my forehead, then down to my temple.
"Not here, Alera. Not just yet." Altaïr whispered to me. I rested my head against his chest. "Easy, my rose." His voice was a pleasure all its own. His breath tickled my ear and I felt him kiss my temple again.
I wanted him so bad that it actually hurt. The coil in my stomach needed to be unwound, and now it was going to take a while for it to become unwound and for me to calm down. I moaned quietly to him, letting him know how bad I wanted it and how bad it hurt.
He chuckled again. "I know. It's painful for me as well. I've wanted you for myself for so long Alera... So long."
"Mmm...Your not helping..." I moaned into his robes. I wrapped my arms around his torso and he wrapped his around my shoulders. He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my temple every now and then. I sighed as I felt sleep wash over me instantly. I leaned up and looked at Altaïr. "I'm sleepy now." I whispered. He smiled.
"Before we go to bed, I have something for you." he reached in his robes and pulled something out. He pulled it over his head, then placed it around my neck. I looked at the necklace and instantly realized it was mine. I picked up the charms. The eagle feathers still soft and the Assassin's charm still shiny and beautiful. Both were warm against my skin from the heat of Altaïr's body. I looked up at him.
"Thank you, Altaïr. You have no clue how happy I am to see this again. I was hoping you had gotten it. I'm so glad you did. Thank you so much for taking care of it." he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, giving me a small, beautiful chaste kiss. The back of his hand stroked my cheek while his other hand still held mine. His thumb ran across my symbol scar on my wrist.
"Lets go to sleep." he whispered to me. I smiled.
"Only if I'm in your arms." We both walked over to the pile of cushions and fixed them up. Altaïr kicked off his boots and the remainder of his weapons and his robe. We both laid down, facing each other. He pulled the blanket up over us and ran his fingers through my hair.
"Goodnight, Altaïr." I whispered. He smiled.
"Goodnight, Alera." I felt him move closer and put his arm around me. He pulled me to him and I felt his lips meet mine again. I smiled against them and snuggled closer to him. He slowly and continuously ran his fingers through my hair.
That was it. It didn't hit me like a shock like it did the first time, no. This time it washed over me and felt beautiful...
This time I embraced it and couldn't get enough of it.
It is a beautiful feeling and a beautiful realization...
I love him.
I love Altaïr.
You guys just don't know how much absolute FUN I had writing this chapter. XD Sweet Gratification and satisfaction and... ohhh my gosh... Don't ya just love him? So hot and sexy and... lost my train of thought... ah-hem. Anyways, PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!
Me: Hows it coming Altaïr? *Looks to see what happened, and all she sees is a dust cloud.* Altaïr?... *Dust cloud calms and out emerges several satisfied fangirls (If your a dude I apologize), all with a smirk on their faces and an air of accomplishment surrounding them. Suddenly, the remains of an Assassin emerges. His clothes are tattered and ripped and two of his throwing knives are gone.*...O.o... Oh shit... Maybe I should have stood guard or paid more attention.
Altaïr: *glares at Doors.* I. Am going. To get you.
Me: *backs away slowly*
Altaïr: *Smirks mischievously* I wonder how fast a seventeen year old wanna-be assassin can run?
Me: You'd be surprised... *Looks around for an opening to run*
Altaïr: Lets find out shall we?
Apologies for any mistakes! Sorry guys! Gotta run! *bolts to the side and runs, followed closely by an angry Assassin.*