Souls Through Time (EzioxOC/DesmondxOC)

Chapter 7 - Amelia

That night, after the tumult of emotions from their reunion, Amelia returned to her room, her heart still racing with the warmth of Ezio's presence. The flickering candlelight cast soft shadows across the walls, creating a cozy haven that felt both intimate and safe. She settled onto her bed, still weary from the lingering effects of her injuries, but her thoughts were consumed with anticipation.

"Annetta," she called softly, and the maid appeared at the door, her hands busy with linens. "Could you draw Ezio a bath? He must be exhausted after everything."

"Of course, signora," Annetta replied with a nod before slipping out to prepare the bath.

Once she was alone, Amelia closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, imagining the soothing scents of lavender and eucalyptus that would fill the air as the bathwater heated. She envisioned Ezio slipping into the warm water, allowing the fragrances to envelop him, washing away the stresses of the day.

Moments later, the sound of water splashing drew her attention. She looked up just as Annetta re-entered the room, followed by a couple of other servants who wheeled in a large wooden tub, steam rising from it in soft curls. They set it down near the fireplace, where the warm glow flickered and danced against the walls.

Once the tub was prepared, the servants bowed slightly before leaving the room. Alone at last, Amelia's heart raced as she waited for Ezio, her mind filled with thoughts of him—his strong embrace, the way he had looked at her with such intensity, the unbreakable bond they shared.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and Ezio stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifting instantly with his presence. He looked weary yet vibrant, the lines of concern still etched on his face, but a playful spark ignited in his eyes when he saw the tub.

"Ah, you spoil me. Thank you," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice as he approached.

"You deserve a moment of reprieve," Amelia replied, a sly smile curling her lips.

Ezio's gaze flicked to the tub as he slowly lowered himself into the warm water, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He leaned back against the wooden edge, the steam rising around him like a veil. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus filled the air, creating a calming atmosphere that enveloped him, and for a moment, Amelia watched in silence, captivated by the sight.

His muscles relaxed as the warmth seeped into him, and Amelia found herself lost in thought, reflecting on the way his body moved with such ease and grace. The contours of his chest glistened in the candlelight, the water accentuating the definition of his arms and shoulders. She couldn't help but admire him, the confidence he exuded mixed with a vulnerability that made her heart race.

What would it feel like to share that warmth, to be close to him again? She felt a flutter of longing in her chest, the weight of her injuries still reminding her to be cautious. Yet the pull between them was undeniable.

After a few moments, she cleared her throat, trying to dispel the haze of desire that filled the air. "How's the water?" she asked, attempting to sound casual.

"Care to join me?" he asked, tilting his head to the side to look at her from across the room.

Amelia held her breath, her eyes tracing the contours of his body, a mix of admiration and desire stirring within her. "I still have a few days before I am permitted to soak in a bath," she remarked, trying to keep the disappointment from creeping into her voice.

Ezio tilted his head slightly, his expression softening as he considered her. "Then let me come to you," he said, rising slightly in the tub, water cascading down his body in glistening droplets. "I promise to be gentle."