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That was it. You were going to have a long chat with your husband. This was ridiculous. Sure the man was an Assassin, but that was no excuse for this. You pulled at your hair to relieve some of the stress you felt, but it didn’t really help much. You opted then to start throwing the cushions at the wall.

“I am never doing this again!” You yelled at nothing in the empty room.

“Never doing what again, aşkım?” The turkish assassin questioned as he walked into the room.

You spun on your heels to glare at the man. Your (e/c) eyes blazed as you glared daggers at him. The poor man held up his hands in surrender and walked closer to you slowly. You held position as he came closer, until his hands rested themselves on your shoulders.

“This Yusuf. This.” You gestured around the room. He glanced around, trying to understand what you were talking about. Not getting any idea from that, he looked back at you. His brown eyes met your (e/c) ones.

“I don’t understand.”

You pushed him back in frustration. “No of course you don’t. You go around having fun all the time. You wouldn’t understand if i threw it in your face, Yusuf!”

He huffed and sat down on one of the many cushions littering the floor. He looked so relaxed you wanted to hit him. But as he sat a slow smile fell across his rugged features. He gestured you over with gentle hand motions to come sit on his lap. As irritated as you were with him, he was rather comfortable, so you obliged him.

“I think I understand now. And next time I’ll tell Ezio that you will be accompanying me. Is that fair enough?” He whispered in your ear; his breath tickling you.

You playfully pushed him onto his back. “It’ll have to do.”

“Then we can have all the fun you want together.” He chuckled at you and pulled you down on top of him.

“You let Ezio know one word of what went on tonight...” You warned him as you rested your head on his chest.

“I know I know, you’ll make the Templars seem like children. I know you well, my (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes and relaxed. At least you wouldn’t have to keep sneaking around when he went on those missions of his. It’ll be much easier to follow him when he knows you’re there and you don’t have to worry about him finding out.

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That was it. You were going to have a long chat with your husband. This was ridiculous. Sure the man was an Assassin, but that was no excuse for this. You pulled at your hair to relieve some of the stress you felt, but it didn’t really help much. You opted then to start throwing the cushions at the wall.

“I am never doing this again!” You yelled at nothing in the empty room.

“Never doing what again, aşkım?” The turkish assassin questioned as he walked into the room.

You spun on your heels to glare at the man. Your (e/c) eyes blazed as you glared daggers at him. The poor man held up his hands in surrender and walked closer to you slowly. You held position as he came closer, until his hands rested themselves on your shoulders.

“This Yusuf. This.” You gestured around the room. He glanced around, trying to understand what you were talking about. Not getting any idea from that, he looked back at you. His brown eyes met your (e/c) ones.

“I don’t understand.”

You pushed him back in frustration. “No of course you don’t. You go around having fun all the time. You wouldn’t understand if i threw it in your face, Yusuf!”

He huffed and sat down on one of the many cushions littering the floor. He looked so relaxed you wanted to hit him. But as he sat a slow smile fell across his rugged features. He gestured you over with gentle hand motions to come sit on his lap. As irritated as you were with him, he was rather comfortable, so you obliged him.

“I think I understand now. And next time I’ll tell Ezio that you will be accompanying me. Is that fair enough?” He whispered in your ear; his breath tickling you.

You playfully pushed him onto his back. “It’ll have to do.”

“Then we can have all the fun you want together.” He chuckled at you and pulled you down on top of him.

“You let Ezio know one word of what went on tonight...” You warned him as you rested your head on his chest.

“I know I know, you’ll make the Templars seem like children. I know you well, my (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes and relaxed. At least you wouldn’t have to keep sneaking around when he went on those missions of his. It’ll be much easier to follow him when he knows you’re there and you don’t have to worry about him finding out.