Heart Shaped Box

When he saw her the first time he hadn't waste a second thought about her – the only thing which had haunt his thoughts like a shadow had been Robert de Sable at that time. But it was long ago. A year at least and Altair almost smiled. A year, really? He thought it had been a lifetime. It certainly felt so.

He hold out his hand for her to take, watching how her dark hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall. He wrapped his arm around the woman's waist, pulling her against his body, his nose brushing over the top of her head. Intoxicating. Her scent was intoxicating.

"You know how this is going to end, Altair", she spoke softly, her voice nothing but a breath of air and he closed his eyes, shuddering with desire.

He smiled lazily, closing his eyes. "It's going to end with you on your back", he murmured and she pulled away, knocking the air out of his lungs when her fist hit his stomach.

"Always so arrogant. Someone should teach you a lesson, assassin", she hissed.

He rose both his eyebrows, starring into her eyes. "And who would that be?", he challenged her.

She smiled at him then and dear god, it was enough to send him onto his knees. Her fingers curled around his arm, pulling him back against her body.

Her skin was warm, hot like the sun and he was burning through her when she kissed him.