Fleeting

How could something they’d done so many times before make her nervous, true it had never been a planned event and it wasn’t ever so final. Maybe her thinking hadn’t been the wisest and she should just leave the pool before he arrived! But then she’d regret that… Azurelle sat in the cooling water, the little concealed area was shallow enough that when she stood it reached low on her hips, she had washed already and was now sat on a rock that allowed her head and shoulders to protrude from the water. The longer she waited the less nerve she had to follow through, the more she thought about how foolish this was and she twitched unhappily as she realised the bulge she had been so eager to ignore was still obnoxiously evident! It wasn’t exactly attractive! Azurelle had been so concentrated on her own thoughts that she failed to notice the Assassin had waded in and begun to remove his hood and weapons, it wasn’t until metal scraped across the rock that she looked up with a startled gasp.

“How long have you been there?!”

“Not long, where is your head?” he didn’t know whether to be amused or worried at her lack of concentration, was she having second thoughts? Altaïr mentally shook his head, of course she was! She always did! She wasn’t aggressive when it came to sex, the small brunette was happy to follow his lead and even then she would be unsure of herself – he was still reeling from the shock of her suggesting this and being so forthright. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
She was relieved that he was being so casual about the whole thing, it made her feel silly that she was agonising over what was going to happen, if this was their last time she couldn’t waste it by being frightened. She looked up to give him an answer, her mouth went dry instead – why, oh why had she never looked at Altaïr properly before?! She had seen him without his clothing but had always been too embarrassed to actually look. She wished the moon was brighter or maybe that the sun would come out so she could se him clearer in the dimness. He was made of hard muscle covered in smooth, dark tan skin, the occasional scar marred his chest and arms but didn’t detract from him in the slightest, she watched with mild fascination as each muscle under his skin flexed and stretched as he laid his clothing beside hers where the water wouldn’t reach – how could a body boast of so much strength and power not be noticed by her! Was she blind?!
Azurelle stood and slowly made her way over to the Assassin, he watched her as she shyly covered her breasts with her left arm and gently ghosted her right hand over his skin. He stood still and let her trace the ridges of his stomach, he tensed and suppressed shivers at the curious touches, “this is what you want?” he asked again, he wouldn’t touch her until she told him.

“Yes.” Was the murmured reply and that was enough to spur him into action. Altaïr leant down and kissed her, he was tempted to ravish her quickly and thoroughly but that would never be enough, he had promised to take his time with her once and as of yet hadn’t done so; if this was the last time it would have to be now. He planted soft kisses to her mouth before trailing down to her neck and laying gentle, open mouthed kisses over the skin he found with his tongue and teeth. He relished the tiny whimper that escaped her as his hands slid down her shoulders and arms; he pushed her toward the wall and trapped both her wrists above her head with his left hand, now that she couldn’t hide from him anymore her body flushed under his gaze before he returned his attention to her throat. “What are you doing?” it wasn’t that she wasn’t enjoying his gentle attention but it confused her – he wasn’t usually so tender.

“Do you want me to stop?” she shook her head vehemently; she’d die if he stopped! She wriggled against his hold as he dragged his tongue across her skin; the wet muscle circled her right nipple lazily and no matter how much she moved he wouldn’t allow himself to touch the stiff, aching peak, his fingers mimicked his tongue’s movement on her other breast and he soon had her whining and fidgeting against his hold. Azurelle was about to open her mouth and complain loudly at his teasing but the suddenness of his warm mouth enveloping her breast forced her to moan instead as his teeth scraped over the sensitive nub and his tongue followed immediately after to soothe the sting. H e released her from his mouth and sent a devious smirk up to her as his hand continued to massage and roll the globe trapped in his right hand, “sorry, were you trying to say something?”

She glared down at him and after a few calming breaths she answered, “You’re a bastard and I hate you!”

“Noted.” He said with a smug grin, he straightened up as he reached below the waters surface and stroked the inside of her thigh; she bucked forward in an attempt to get him to touch her where she had been burning for days. Her strength surprised him and he loosened his grip on her hands, allowing her to snake her hands around his neck and forcing his head down to kiss her, for once it was she who pushed her tongue past his lips to start a fight with his and he let her lead their kiss. She knew she wasn’t as experienced as Altaïr but she would make up for it with enthusiasm and strangely confident hands with fingers that dug in and dragged down over his ribs hard enough to make him hiss, it made him push back against her tongue and deepen the kiss. His hands tightened on her hips and his teeth suddenly caught her tongue, she squealed and pulled away, the little pink muscle sticking out ever so slightly as she ran a finger over it.

“You bit me!” the brunette frowned at him in displeasure. He didn’t reply at first to her accusation as his teeth were clenched and his eyes had fluttered shut.

“If…if I had known you were going to – to grab me, I would not have.” His voice was slightly strained and breathless, the acrobat let a slow grin split her face as she glanced downwards, where beneath the water she had her hand wrapped firmly around he Assassin’s erection. She gave a gentle tug to the organ and he groaned low in his chest – here was another thing she regretted not doing sooner. She teasingly rubbed along his shaft, concentrating on the feel at first, it was like the hardest steel sheathed in soft velvet and she easily forgot that he was attached to it as she let her fingers explore further. Altaïr moved his hands from her hips before he crushed them under his grip, he planted them against the rocky wall and buried his face into her neck and shoulder and nipped lightly at her every time she stroked him.

She brought her other hand into play and let her fingers dance over his tip, her thumb brushing against his slit caused him to bite roughly into her shoulder, Azurelle gasped and her gentle tug ended in a twist that had a strangled moan tearing from the Assassin’s throat and his teeth adding more pressure than he’d meant. He reached for her hands and guided them back up to his shoulders as he licked the blood away from her shoulder where he’d bitten through her skin, she pouted up at him and asked, “did I hurt you?” he kissed the mark once more, she sounded disappointed that he’d made her stop.

He lifted her onto his waist and she wrapped her legs around him and tightened her arms, “no, but if I let you continue,” he carried her over toward the jutting, smooth rocks she’d been sat on earlier where the water was shallower and set her down, “this may be over before it has begun. Stick out your tongue.” She poked out her tongue and he made a show of checking for damage, she was sat so her head was higher than his, she leant down and ran the little appendage across his bottom lip.

“You should kiss it better.” He obliged her by sucking her tongue for a moment before tugging her head down against his mouth; once she settled into the kiss he rubbed along the soft skin of her thighs and spread them open. Her little mewling noises encouraged him further and his index finger ran over her damp skin until he found her opening and a different kind of wetness coated the digit, once again her hips shifted towards him and she was rewarded by him delving two fingers into her burning core. She tore her mouth from his as she pulled in a deep lungful of air and moaned unabashedly – she’d wanted this for so long! It occurred then to Altaïr that there was something else he’d very rarely done for her, pulling his hand away and resting it back on her thigh he told her to lean back. “What are you doing?” it sounded like a needy whine in her ears but she was going to burn from the inside out!

She watched him spread her further and lean forward, her eyes widened as realisation struck her – he couldn’t! It was gross to even think about doing and it would feel weird! She hated when he did this it seemed so dirty! The first hard stroke of his tongue almost made her buckle and any thought of telling him ‘no’ died a quick death as her eyes rolled back in her head and her toes curled at the sensation. She didn’t care if it was gross – he could do whatever he wanted as long as it felt like that! His grip on her thighs was bruising the skin but it was all he could do to keep her from snapping them shut on his head as she writhed and moaned every time his tongue pushed into her or lingered over and around her aching bud, he had barely even begun when she cried out and came hard over his wet muscle. Altaïr chuckled against her skin, she was still so new to all this and he’d taken no consideration with her before, she whined as his laugh vibrated through the raw skin of her sex. “Altaïr, enough! Please just take me!”

The Assassin helped her boneless body to sit up and he once again had her wrap her arms around his shoulders, her head lolled against his shoulder and he couldn’t help nuzzling her neck sweetly. He would miss having her like this; she was his pretty little virgin that he would probably always crave every now and then. She still trembled in his arms and he took his time in slowly rubbing his hands up and down her body in firm, soothing strokes, “you will be a magnificent prize for a very lucky man one day,” she smiled at his comment and just enjoyed the rumble of his chest against her as he continued, “and if I feel that he does not deserve you or if he hurts you – I promise I will hurt him far worse.” His hand lingered against her belly for a moment and he sighed in resignation, soon all evidence of their child would be lost as well. Pulling her closer, Altaïr positioned himself at her opening and slid in slowly, her already soaking walls quivered and tightened around him, she easily accommodated him – whether it was because she was so wet or because she had been so desperately yearning for him that she didn’t voice her discomfort he didn’t know - It was probably irony teasing them, her body finally growing accustomed to him just as they were ending the affair.

“I’m ready,” she huffed into his ear, he didn’t need to let her adjust to his girth, “please move.” She clamped her muscles down on his throbbing shaft and he bucked into her, he was a little irked that she wouldn’t allow him a moment to enjoy the delicious feeling of being surrounded by her. But if she wanted him to move…so be it. The Assassin rolled his hips into her and her breath hitched each time he did it, she trapped her bottom lip between her teeth and he instinctively covered her mouth with his – it would be best if she didn’t try and choke herself like before and he really didn’t care how loud she would moan; let the others hear! Azurelle bit his lip and split the skin, Altaïr looked at her with widened eyes and saw the slight look of urgency dancing in her grey ones, she was trying to get him to go faster and he seemed to be going out of his way to be slow and purposeful! Giving in, Altaïr crushed her between his body and the rock before impaling himself deeper and harder into her welcoming folds. The brunette wailed loudly, the sound echoing off the little cavern’s walls along with his deep groans – it wasn’t fair! She’d teased his body cruelly for the last few weeks and his body just wanted release where he wanted to make this last a little longer!

“Do…do you,” she was meeting his hips eagerly with every thrust and his brain was shorting out each time, “do you still hate me?” she would have giggled if not for the coiling, heated pleasure ripping through her, it seemed like hours ago when she’d said that to him. He slowed and seemed contented to grind into her at a leisurely pace.

“No!” she choked, she hated when he teased her like this! “I don’t hate you…but you are still a bastard!” aggravated by his smug smirk she crushed their mouths together so she wouldn’t have to see it. Their tongues battled furiously as he picked up speed again and seemed content to let go and pound into the girl with abandon, their sounds of pleasure once again filling and echoing in the enclosed space until Azurelle practically screamed his name as she came again, his own cry was swallowed in the night.

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They stayed embraced in the water for a long time; the soothing liquid cooled them and cleaned away any evidence of their joining. They were content to stay there but the shivering of Azurelle’s body made Altaïr move, the cold air had come in with the night and if they lingered any longer they would freeze. The Assassin took her face in his hands and kissed her as slowly and as sweetly as he could, if this was their final kiss he’d make damn sure no other man ever made her forget this one! When they separated she was crying, not the sad unhappy tears he’d seen constantly these past few weeks, these simply fell down her cheeks from glistening grey eyes that would not betray her feelings, to his surprise she wiped her cheeks and gave a tiny giggle before telling him it was nothing and they should leave before they got sick.

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Sexy time! Poor Malik and Nazeera must be sat at the fire frustrated as hell!
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