Kiss Me, Connor Kenway

Tension

It was late August and the heat still hasn't let up, however, today was certainly cooler than the previous, and I was very grateful for that. Everyone has been preparing for the wedding, and we have little over a month to go. Each day, I see everyone hard at work, scurrying around to make sure everything is perfect, especially Connor. Over this last month, he has been able to walk without much of a problem anymore, however I knew that there was residual pain. He has been instructing me on all the different items I must construct like a birch basket, dream catchers, and different jewelry that I will be wearing, and explaining the significance for each. We have been bonding even closer this past month as he discusses his cultural background with me more, and I absorb every word he says like a sponge. Everytime he talks about the symbolism of each item, I can see how enthusiastic he becomes. His entire demeanor changes, and although he doesn't speak about it often, I can tell how much his customs mean to him and how happy he is to explain them to me.

As of late, I've been keeping a personal journal. I asked Connor a few weeks ago for a journal to write in and he had one made for me. It had beautiful vine-like stamping engraved into the leather binding along with the Assassin's symbol stamped into the front. I specifically requested the journal because I would like to document my life a little bit more so that perhaps one day I can look back and reminisce on all the lovely memories we create.

Both Connor and I were outside doing chores around the manor. I was cleaning up the stables and making sure the horses were brushed and fed. I knew I would get dirty and smell awful by the end of the day, so I decided to wear my pants and a clean shift along with my stays and an apron to protect them. I knew no one would really be around today, so I didn't bother if I looked unkempt, and besides, it's just Connor. He's seen me wearing all different types of clothing.

As I was using the pitchfork to toss soiled hay into a wheelbarrow, I took a moment to look up and observe Connor. As he was chopping wood, I noticed the sweat glistening on his forehead. He was getting too uncomfortable as he kept pulling his collar off of his neck. I returned to my business until I stopped hearing him hack away at the wood. As I turned to see if something was wrong, I saw Connor was unbuttoning his shirt, antsy to get the annoying fabric off his body, revealing more and more skin as each button came loose. I swallowed hard, impatient and desperately wanting to see his gorgeous upper half. Finally, Connor got the last button undone and practically ripped the shirt off, throwing it to the side, revealing an exquisite body. His muscles were beginning to come back ever since he began to do his regular exercise routine, and I could see the outline of his abs again followed by his perfectly toned chest. Without realizing, I bit my lip as I was admiring him. Seeing his muscles flexing as he drove the ax down into the wood, watching as he quickly developed a beautiful sheen over his body, it was more than a treat, it was a downright sin. I knew I shouldn't be gawking at him, but I continued to stare from afar until Connor, having the instincts of an assassin, paused and looked over at me, catching me ogling . I quickly resumed my work, pretending I wasn't staring for too long. Once again, I didn't hear the chopping of the wood. Curiosity got the better of me, so I nonchalantly looked over his way, side-eyed. From the quick glance I saw that he was staring at me too. My light blush now turned deep red.

"Mikaela." He called out, his voice low and gruff. I slowly looked back over at him. He was beginning to approach me and I swallowed a lump down my throat, watching this all-powerful man gracefully walk over towards me.

"Y-Yes?" I stammered in response. As Connor was now practically towering over me, I was looking up into his eyes, not daring to stare down at his half naked body. He gingerly took the pitchfork out of my hands and propped it up against the wall before turning back to hold my hands in his own. As I looked back up into his eyes, I saw a complex expression that consisted of gentleness, slyness, and that staple hunger lurking in those dark irises.