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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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Shaun/Rebecca - Anything

[(Anonymous)]

Possible AC4 spoilers ahead;
I just really love this pairing and there isn't enough of it in my life! Their appearances in AC4 has made so happy so I'd love some Shaun/Rebecca right now, preferably around the modern timeline in AC4 or maybe just before. I really don't mind what this might be filled with, just as long as it's Shaun/Rebecca.

Re: Shaun/Rebecca - Anything

[(Anonymous)]

nEED BADLY

Redamancy 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god I've had this sitting on my hard drive for a few months.

The French fell off her tongue easily, almost as easily as she took the datapad that the woman handed her. Without glancing behind her, she could tell that Shaun was watching. And even though she wanted to, she didn’t look back at him. They had worked hard enough to get here, to infiltrate Abstergo itself. If she looked at him for no real reason, even if it was just a glance, it could compromise their entire mission.

Not that their mission was getting them anywhere. It had taken them almost two months to get their positions in Abstergo Entertainment, and neither of them could risk becoming one of the “developers” (Shaun had called them test subjects, and Rebecca couldn’t help but agree) and get close enough to discover what exactly the front organization was planning. Even John, who had offered to help them (which had led to both of them becoming increasingly paranoid, until he had assured them that no one else knew who they were), had been unable to access the root systems that they needed.
Wrapped up in her own thoughts, Rebecca sidestepped around Melanie, one of the leaders of the development team, as she led what Rebecca assumed was a new hire to the desk to get a datapad. She almost felt pity for the new hire, but kept the emotion out of her expression. There were already some “developers” who were complaining to Shaun about headaches.

It wasn’t hard to extrapolate that Abstergo hadn’t really fixed the Bleeding Effect. They might have been able to lessen the effects, but the continual exposure to the Animus had become evident. One member of the Sample Seventeen project (and both of them tried very hard not to think about what that meant about Desmond), had been escorted somewhere after he had broken down in the lobby. She had overheard some of the other members of the project team voice their confusion, as he had only a passing familiarity with English, much less a Welsh accent. Shaun had broken their promise to remain separate that night, coming over to her small apartment and stealing her couch. Neither of them said anything, but each knew at that time that this was only the beginning.

The new hire was attentive as Melanie began spewing the propaganda. Rebecca walked away before she could say anything about what would really happen to any employee of Abstergo Entertainment. How no one had seen that one developer after his breakdown, or how almost half the team had been replaced after some had begun questioning what happened to him.

She relaxed slightly as she exited the building, her shoulders straightening and her lips forming a carefree smile. It was hard for her to believe that Shaun spent up to eight hours a day in there, in his little coffee stand. Actually, she was surprised that he even knew how to make coffee, or that he hadn’t been fired because his grounds had poisoned someone yet. But the day was young. Maybe he’d be able to slip something into Olivier’s drink and take that worry off of their hands. (A girl could dream, couldn’t she?)

It didn’t take long to drop off her delivery, and after checking her PDA for any last minute pickups, she decided to head home. After twenty minutes in a car, and a ten minute walk to her apartment block, Rebecca entered her apartment. Kicking off her shoes onto the mat, she took the cap off of her head and set it on the headrest of her couch. She shucked her shirt in almost the same movement, dropping it on the floor and heading towards her bathroom, and more importantly, her shower.

When she heard the front door open, Rebecca left the shower running, never mind the shampoo that she was massaging into her scalp, never mind that she wasn’t even going to bother grabbing a towel. Instead she went for the cabinet under her sink, and the knife that she had duct-taped to the underside of the drawer.

“Rebecca? Are you home?”

Letting out a sigh that was half annoyance and half relief, she put the knife on the bathroom counter, and opened the bathroom door slightly. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Only to you,” came his response. “You mind if I use your telly? Mine’s broke.”

“Fine,” she called back, closing the door and retreating to the shower. It wasn’t that hard to relax, especially if Shaun was her first line of defense for Templar invasion. Of course, he’d only be good to take a few bullets for her, but that time might give her enough of a lead to escape. (Yeah, like the Templars wouldn’t have the whole block cordoned off. Maybe it would be better to just stay inside and let them kill her where it was warm.)

Turning off the water, she reached for her towel and dried herself off quickly, wrapping the towel around her. If she had known that Shaun would decide to break the rules again, she would have brought some clothes with her. Granted, if she had known she would have kicked his ass until he promised he wouldn’t. (He still would have, but she wouldn’t have minded as much. Probably because she would have had clothes with her in the bathroom.)

“How in the hell did you manage to break your TV?” she asked, exiting the bathroom. To his credit, Shaun didn’t look at her, his gaze rooted on the television screen.

“Had a couple blokes over from work and one of them decided to toss his bottle at it. He said he’d get a new one, but that was over a week ago. I think he’s been ignoring me.”

“Mh-hmm,” Rebecca replied, entering her bedroom and grabbing her night shirt and a pair of faded sweats. Toweling her hair to a drier state and running her fingers through it, she returned to her main room, tossing the wet towel towards the bathroom. Rather than take the armchair, Rebecca dropped next to Shaun on the couch.

He scooted over to give her a little more room, which she used to tuck her feet under her legs. Shaun had some historical show on, but Rebecca found it hard to actually pay attention. When you had the ability to see the reality through someone’s memories, the faked sections of the documentaries looked, well, fake. They were too clean, too modern. Shaun, for his part, was quiet, which was strange for him during one of these. Before, he used to make annoyed sounds whenever someone gave a wrong coronation date, or when they skipped over some important female monarch. Desmond and Lucy had told him -

Rebecca squashed that line of thought before it could bring tears to her eyes and focused on the documentary. She leaned back against the couch cushions and sighed as it went on commercial before she could really grasp what it was about. Shaun shifted next to her as he toed off his shoes. Rebecca fought the urge to make a snarky remark about his beige socks. He was more careful with his clothes than her, making sure that every piece matched in some way. She knew he had black pairs, white pairs, and a solitary pair of pink. Those had been a early Christmas gift from Desmond, just days before he... they were a Christmas gift.

She must have made some small noise, because Shaun moved so that his thigh was touching hers. It was a small gesture, but one that brought her out of the melancholy that was threatening to make her cry. Rather than say anything, she bumped hers against his and gave him a small smile. He rolled his eyes and let his hand come to rest on her leg, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“Busy day?” he asked as the commercials recommended some sort of cleaning item.

“Not really,” she replied. “Mostly my boss has me doing the Abstergo runs, since I’m the only one who actually agreed to all of the paperwork they make you sign.”

“Ah, yes, the nondisclosure agreements,” Shaun said. He grinned, and Rebecca found herself returning it. “Did you actually read them?”

“Like you did.”

“Yes, I did,” Shaun replied, his tone a little offended. “It’s a wonder that you didn’t. I bet you don’t even know what was in it.”

“Probably the same as any other agreement I plan to break,” Rebecca said.

“Well, if you had, you would have noticed all of the small things they snuck in,” Shaun told her. “There’s a section that allows them to legally detain employees if they’re suspected of trading information.”

“Well, as long as we don’t get caught, we’ll be fine.”

Shaun looked at her and raised an eyebrow. She smirked, and sat up, stretching her arms above her head until her back popped.

“You want a beer?” she asked, getting up from the couch.

“Love one,” he said.

When Rebecca came back into the room, she pressed a bottle into his hands. She dropped back into her seat, scooting closer to Shaun than she had when she left. His arm snaked around her shoulders, tugging her closer. Rebecca tucked her head against his shoulder, sipping from her own bottle. Shaun made a surprised noise as he took a sip.

“This isn’t half bad,” Shaun said, before taking another sip.

“Yeah, Desmond recommended it back in Italy,” Rebecca said. She took a drink of her own, before she realized that Shaun’s arm had tightened around her shoulders. She looked up at his face, only to notice that he was staring at the T.V. His face was carefully blank, even as the show came back from commercial. Her mouth parted in a small o of surprise when she realized what she had said.

“Do you miss them?”