Fleeting

Azurelle hummed in her sleep, she was waking up and she wasn’t quite sure that’s what she wanted and tried to turn over. Something was in her way. Her eyes fluttered open slowly and focussed on the face in her view, “that’s creepy…” he smiled at her comment and continued to rub her cheek with his thumb – tear tracks. Mystery solved.
Why was he sitting on her bed? Hadn’t he only just left? Looking to the window she saw that the sky was dull and night would fall in only a few hours time, she had slept, “can I not just go back to sleep?”

“No, I need to talk to you.” Azurelle sighed and sat up clumsily, this man was a pain sometimes. “Why were you crying?”

“I wasn’t! I only just woke up!” inwardly she winced, she could have said that with a little more conviction, she might as well of admitted it and not sounded like such a liar.

Altaïr continued to stare at her, she was her own worst enemy at times, “you have tear marks on your face, you must have been crying before you fell asleep – why, Azurelle?” he watched pout childishly and attempt to pull her knees to her chest, she seemed annoyed that she was unable and crossed her arms and turned her head away instead, “was it Maria?”

“no.” she felt her face being gently tugged to him, he would know that she was lying and she had no excuse. She liked Maria and she wanted Altaïr to be with the woman but the actual thought of them together made her jealous and she had no right to be! She had ended it with Altaïr before Maria had showed up and it annoyed her greatly that someone else touching the Assassin hurt! She knew what they would do in Altaïr’s room, she’d convinced Maria to take him back and she hated herself for it. His lips on her face made her jump out of her thoughts, “stop it.”

“You are crying now. Tell me why.” He was so close to her that if she lifted her head just a fraction…could she? What about all that hard work trying to get the English woman to not hate her? Why was it so hard to be good? Why was it always easier to be selfish? Azurelle pressed her lips to his and practically melted when his tongue caressed her lower lip for entrance and deepened the kiss. Her arms lifted around his shoulders and she felt his snake around her body – was this another dream? Surely she was going to wake up alone any moment now flustered and frustrated. With a little bit of pressure, Altaïr had her laid back on the bed and allowed his hands to roam along her body – he’d missed this body. They pulled apart for air; the Assassin took no time at all to kiss along her jaw and down her neck, his tongue painting patterns on her skin as he groaned at the taste of her skin.

“What about Maria! I thought you loved her?” she gasped at the light suction of his mouth on her shoulder, he was sliding her dress down her arms and she was tingling everywhere his rough hands glided over, “you don’t need me anymore.”

At that Altaïr rose back up and seemed to glare down at her in all seriousness, he looked grim and she was half worried he’d realised what he was doing and was going to leave until he said quite clearly, “I need you.” She shivered hard at the phrase and this time said nothing when his lips and tongue and teeth returned to her body.
Altaïr knew this was wrong, he loved Maria! The woman had just accepted him back into her bed and here he was taking advantage of Azurelle again, she wouldn’t say no to him, she wouldn’t make him stop or yell at him angrily – she wouldn’t stop him from taking from her. He had given her nothing but grief and still she let him take from her again and again! The whole time he’d been with Maria the brunette lingered in his mind’s eye, things that were similar between the two women, what was different, what was better and in the end he’d been grateful when Maria had told him she wasn’t ready to go all the way. Was it his unspent lust that had him here now with a girl who wouldn’t refuse him or was it the salty taste of her tears burnt onto his lips?

“Altaïr…you can’t have us both.”

“I can not choose!” he growled, why couldn’t she just let it rest! “I have tried and it is driving me insane! I want you both, I do not want to lose either of you and I know it is not fair!”

Azurelle sighed sadly at his lost and confused expression, “so am I to become your dirty little secret? You be with Maria and have me in the shadows – behind her back?”

“I have been craving you since the last night, I thought I could manage without you…I thought I could resist the urge to touch you and I know that if another man ever laid a hand on you I would kill him!” he couldn’t let her go, she was safe and she wouldn’t leave him – she ruled his heart with her soft touch where Maria dominated it. “Do you want me to stop?”
She wanted to say yes, really she did! But she realised she’d missed him, yes he had touched her before but it had been soft, affectionate but they had been almost brotherly as opposed to now. His hands knew her body, he knew where to touch, to kiss –he knew her. She was a horrible person, she was the kind of human being she despised but she didn’t care! She wanted Altaïr and if she had to share him and hide then she would!

“Never stop…never.” Altaïr kissed her again; she would never say no to him, he knew that. Running his hands over her body again he deepened the kiss and hissed in pain when she bit his lip, pulling away he licked his lip of the coppery blood she’d drawn. “Sorry.” Azurelle leant up and kissed the torn lip in apology and at the same time removed his hand from her breast, “it hurts more than it pleases – I didn’t mean to bite you.”

“I will remember that…” his other hand dropped from its journey towards the other breast, he’d hate to be bitten again for the same thing. “Anywhere else off limits?” she rolled her eyes and pulled his mouth back to hers – surely he wouldn’t sulk because he could no longer grope here there. The brunette coaxed his lips back into action, it had been so long and she wanted him.
Altaïr’s right hand slid down the length of her body, it crept beneath her dress and caressed its way up the inside of her leg, her little mewl made him grin into the kiss, he was barely even near her thigh and already she was reacting, “sensitive today?” she glared at him, smug bastard! Two of his fingers stroked between her legs gently and she squealed in delight. “Shush! You will have the entire fortress hear you.”

“Then warn me before you do that!”

“Now.”

“‘Now’ wha – AH!” she hated him! She hated him so much! He’d slid his finger into her and his thumb was rolling over her sensitive little bud deliciously, she had to bite down on her knuckles to keep quiet and he seemed far too satisfied with his work than she liked. Altaïr worked her body with practised ease, his mouth left marks all over her body and he revelled in every smothered moan, mewl and eventually her cry of release. She shook and trembled, her breath coming in short little gasps.

“…we should go down before we are missed.”

“Not hungry.” She turned onto her side, facing the wall and pulling the cover up. The Assassin blinked in surprise – what had just happened? It irked him that she was suddenly so cold, had he done something wrong?

“What is wrong now? I thought…” he didn’t know what he’d thought but he was wrong obviously, “you are eating for two remember.” He stood and left the room, he knew there would be an argument if he stayed.
Azurelle shivered lightly, her body still glowing from the unexpected little episode and her mind kept telling her she was selfish. If she’d sent him away he would have had to of gone with Maria, he wouldn’t have cheated on the woman! That was what it was now…he was stringing them both along and she could have prevented it with a simple word – no. so why didn’t she? ‘Because you want him all for yourself and you’ll go behind Maria’s back to get him.’ The voice was unwelcome, why wasn’t she allowed to be selfish just this once? Maria had abandoned Altaïr; she didn’t deserve to have him!

She was a wicked person, Nazeera had taught her better than that! She felt guilty…but at the same time…a little piece of Altaïr’s heart was hers alone and she found she didn’t hurt as much. “You don’t blame me do you?” asking her baby seemed a safe way not to have a lecture didn’t it? A firm kick from within dashed her hopes, “what do you know anyway!”

00

Malik and Nazeera tied the knot in the middle of Azurelle’s sixth month; they had a private ceremony to which Altaïr and the brunette were asked to attend. Afterwards they had announced it to a few known gossips and by late afternoon it was decided they were to attend the tavern in the village below for an unofficial wedding party. At some point the two had vanished and no one seemed bothered as they continued to celebrate. “Altaïr, where did my sister go?” the Assassin smirked, “that’s not an answer! I want to say good night before I go.”

“Tired already?” she nodded, “well, you know where the horses are kept behind this building there is a large haystack…they are in there.”

“Wasn’t that where they first – you know…” he smirked again, “eww, are they reliving their first time? It’s kind of sweet but…maybe I’ll not say good night.” She couldn’t believe her sister was going to spend her wedding night in a haystack where anyone could find her and Malik...in a very intimate position. “I guess she really likes horses.”

“Why is that?”

“She always says, ‘save a horse…ride an Assassin.’” He laughed at that – that was something he would not argue with Nazeera over. They decided to leave together, Altaïr hadn’t planned on staying long and he wanted to make sure Azurelle made it up the hill; she had more energy these days but she tired quickly, the baby seemed to have a fondness for kicking her in the lungs. And she was much bigger now, the bulge had grown into a prominent bump over the last few weeks causing her to feel the strain on her back and pelvis – she often snuck into his room these nights, complaining that she could not get comfortable enough to sleep. And despite the danger of Maria finding out, Azurelle found it comforting to sleep in his arms.

As they were passing the horse paddock the young brunette couldn’t help but call out, “Nazeera, your bottom is showing!” there was a shocked squeal and then a string of curses as the woman realised they couldn’t be seen from behind the straw and with a highly amused cackle Azurelle retreated with the Assassin.
Altaïr stopped and pulled her toward him before they came into view of the fortress. He kissed her passionately for a long time before releasing her, “I am going away tomorrow, there is an issue in Damascus that I must see to…It will not take long.” He watched her eyes widen at the news, “nothing will happen before I return, there are still months before he is due – I will be back before then.”

“Promise!”

“Yes. Stay with me tonight…” she frowned at the request, what about Maria? She still felt guilty every time he was near, every time she had to sit beside the woman and listen about how Maria was hesitant to do anything too intimate with the man – she was still angry apparently. And here Azurelle was – in his arms, in his bed, she had yet to let Altaïr take her; feeling that that would be the ultimate betrayal. “I need to know you have slept before I leave…and being away will be unbearable.” As he kissed her again, Azurelle wondered which would be unbearable – being away from her or Maria and their son.

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How did it all get so complicated?! When did Altaïr turn into a cheat! This used to be a simple little story…it was supposed to be a one shot! Oh well! Chapters seem a little short to me but I do update everyday!
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