Leap of Faith - Assassins Creed X National Treasure - Reader Insert Fanfiction

Chapter 19

Somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico

It's a warm summer morning with a predicted temperature of about 90° F. The predawn sky is streaked with various hues of pink, red, orange, and a tinge of purple.

You're standing on the deck of the Altair II admiring the sunrise while waiting for breakfast.

"Beautiful morning," Riley says, walking up to the observation rail, beside you. "Though I must say," he slides his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. "It's not as beautiful as you."

He kisses you on the head.

You smile and snuggle up against him. "I dreamed about you last night." You say softly.

"Oh? Was it a good dream?"

"Uh-huh."

"What was it about?"

"It was Not Safe For Work. I'll have to tell you later."

"Was it a fun dream?" He asks, color starting to flood his face.

"It was," you smile, "For both of us."

There's a pause.

"Something wrong?" You ask.

"I'm trying to remember just how far away we are from mine or your room, or a broom closet."

His breath is warm on your neck.

"So we can continue the conversation privately." He whispers, lightly kissing your earlobe.

You stifle a giggle.

"There's more where that came from." He says, before taking your earlobe between his lips and flicking it lightly with his tongue.

"Riley!" You gasp.

He lets go of your ear.

You twist around to face him.

"Let me do it to -"

You begin but are cut off by Riley's phone ringing.

"A sailor ain't a sailor any more!"

Of course, he'd be the one to have a sea shanty ringtone while you're at sea.

"That's Ben," he says, pulling his standard issue Assassin's Cellphone out of a pocket, leaving one arm still around you. "Maybe this will be a quick call...Oh hi, Ben!" He says with a grin.

You watch as his expression changes to confusion.

You slide out of his arm and gesture to put the phone on speaker.

He does that.

"Where are you Riley?" Ben asks.

"Saint Somewhere," He says, referencing the American Singer Jimmy Buffet. It was probably the best he could have come up with since we were on assignment. Meaning, don't even tell your pet goldfish unless they're part of the brotherhood.

But then again, who ever heard of an Assassin goldfish?

"Oh, here comes my hot girlfriend with our drinks."

"Hi, Ben! " You chirp, then say in a foreign language you know, "Here's the drinks, my love."

To top it off you lightly scratch his chin with your fingernail.

"Cut the crap you two. I need your help."

"How so?" Riley asks.

You get a feeling in the pit of your stomach. It's somewhere along the lines of unease mixed with a dash of having a certain degree of foresight.