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asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2010-09-13 08:44 pm
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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Welcome to the Brotherhood
∆ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.
∆ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.
∆ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.
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Part 1
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Part 5
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Discussion
Re: Cesare/Anyone Het
(Anonymous) 2010-11-29 01:21 am (UTC)(link)I just kinda hesitate about one thing: Does OP have a specific woman she wants to pair with our <3 Spaniard?
Re: Cesare/Anyone Het
(Anonymous) 2010-11-29 03:31 am (UTC)(link)Maybe an assassin novice catches him off-guard at Carnevale or something?
I'm so glad someone else craves this. o___o
In Name Alone 42/?
(Anonymous) 2010-12-14 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)She shuffled around the bed with leaden feet, pointedly staring at his bare toes and not the muscled dunes of his thighs. Something had shifted, she couldn’t pinpoint when, but she suspected it had something to do with seeing him up and about, standing, laughing, dancing. The bastard was acting like a human, but she refused to ignore the fact that there was one cruel, feral wolf behind that woolly exterior. Lena crouched, spreading out the supplies on the mattress next to his leg. She cleared her throat and reached in, gingerly examining the angry cut welling blood on his upper thigh. His skin was warm, almost feverish, and her fingers began to tremble as she felt the pressures of his eyes and the heat of his breath as it pushed out against her forehead.
Lena flinched, her muscles constricting as she felt a gentle tug on her hair. She flicked her eyes to the side, swallowing around a painful lump as she saw Cesare plucking a dried leaf from her messy mop. He held it up for her inspection, grinning wryly.
“Were you walking or crawling?”
“I need to concentrate,” Lena replied tartly. She tore her eyes away from his long, strangely elegant fingers and back to the injury on his leg. Cesare tossed the leaf away. Out of the corner of her eye she saw it float down to the ground.
“And I need a distraction,” he said with equal impatience. “Unless you’d prefer that I scrutinize your every move?”
“I did not crawl,” Lena muttered, humoring him. Only a few of the sutures had torn and the damage was not as bad as she first expected. The amount of blood was deceptive, and she sponged it away to have an unimpeded view of the wound. At last, Cesare turned his head, looking at the window.
“And your friend…” he went on, hissing through his teeth when Lena carefully palpitated the area round the tear.
“Lucio,” Lena supplied absent-mindedly.
“Yes, him. Did he prove an honorable escort?”
Lena smirked, familiar enough with soldierly banter to know when she was being teased. If Cesare was fishing for scandal, she wouldn’t bite. It didn’t matter, she thought, amused, that Lucio had proved himself the opposite of honorable. That wasn’t any of Cesare’s blighted business. “Yes,” Lena answered finally, “he was a perfect gentleman.”
Engrossed in her work, she hadn’t noted that Cesare was watching her again. She threaded the hooked needle, preparing to reclose the incision, hoping that Cesare wouldn’t feel it too keenly.
“You’re lying.”
“What?” Maybe he needed a distraction, but she certainly didn’t. “I’m not lying, Cesare.”
“Your cheeks,” he said, all traces of amusement fleeing his tone. “Your cheeks get those red splotches when you lie.”
“My face is not red,” Lena insisted hotly. She pierced one side of the cut, rather more viciously than she intended, and felt a satisfying twinge in Cesare’s muscle. It leapt beneath her hand, both a confirmation of the fact that she had hurt him and a reminder that his naked leg, as much as she wished to ignore it, was trapped under her palm.
“You can’t see your face,” Cesare replied sensibly.
In the needle went and then out again, then in. Lena forced herself to rise above his childish goading and smoothed out her movements, pulling the suture shut with care. Treating him savagely would only prove his stupid point.
“I don’t know why you care,” Lena added, pulling the second and final stitch shut. She poked her tongue out, focusing intently as she tied off the miniscule thread.
Cesare chuckled low in his throat, seemingly prepared to answer her with his usual impertinence, but he stopped, drawing in a breath that had nothing to do with her needle. “Figlio di diavolo.”
It was a happy coincidence that Lena was finished, for in the next instant Cesare had snatched up her wrist. She was yanked forward, scrambling to balance and put her hand somewhere that was clothed and appropriate. She managed one, her free hand landing on the flat of his belly, the firm muscles there tightening and rippling under her knuckles, tensing into a hard surface.
Re: In Name Alone 42/?
(Anonymous) 2010-12-14 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)I'm glad you're updating a lot because otherwise? I would faint.
Re: In Name Alone 42/?
(Anonymous) 2010-12-14 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)Re: In Name Alone 42/?
(Anonymous) 2010-12-14 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)