Assassin's Creed | Reader

Speical Present - Shay x Reader Lemon [ Irish Heat ]

You know, some days I wish people would learn how to knock and not pick my doors lock right away when I don't answer. Of course I heard the knock, it was sharp and loud like someone was trying to punch through the door but as quick as possible. I ignored it, considering I had been up most of the night doing late work that the Brotherhood requested ages ago. Considering half of that late work was probably made up bull shit, I went to bed tired and dreading the morning. Of course, I thought I would wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the sun shining in my eyes. Not the sound of boots squeaking against my floorboards and weapons clinking together, and the ever growing sense of someone staring me down in my bed. They walked around my bed slowly...as if they were taking in my presence and assessing it. I didn't move, kept my breathing as even as possible until the said intruder was right next to my body.

I practically leaped from my bed, my hands going right for the eyes or whatever else I could get my nails on. Instead my wrists were snapped up and my body was pushed back against my bed with such a heavy thud it made it creak. "Fu..." I growled, the lingering haze of sleep still covering my senses even when Shay wrapped his arms around me to try and calm me down. "Hold on las, hold on...It's me (Y/N)! Stop your squirmin'" He said, flinching back when I snapped my head up to avoid getting head-butted. "Sh..Shay?" I huffed, my tense body relaxing after I took in the man's appearance and that stupid smile gracing his face. "God fucking damn it Shay!" I snapped, wiggling around to shove his body off of mine. "You nearly gave me a heart attack! That door was locked for a reason!" I scowled at him, sitting up on my bed while he kneeled in front of me. Apparently my shove wasn't exactly strong enough to push him right out the fucking window.

"I know, I know. But I wanted to see you...I rarely get to" He murmured, his hand trailing up to mine and rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. He smiled slightly at me, lifting up my hand to press a soft trail of kisses across my fingers which resulted in a sensation of tingles up my arm. "When did you even start locking your door?" He murmured between kisses, completely content with just kissing my fingers and knuckles. I would be lying if I said it was a 'little distracting.' I could only stare as he kissed each finger slowly, raising a single eyebrow at my sudden loss of words. "Um I uh...I started locking it after...after a rumor of thefts started going around. I didn't want my house being broken into" I stuttered out, licking my lips before shaking my head. "But that's....What are you doing here? You haven't written me in ages. Not to mention the Brotherhood is talking ab-"

"I'll explain that in time...I don't have much time here and I want to spend it here...with you" He sighed softly, pressing his lips to my palm for a longer moment before his eyes looked up to mine. "And I don't want to spend it talking...."

"What the hell else are we suppose to do then? Sit around and star-"

"(Y/N)"

"What?" I said. Give me a break I had literally woken up from my sleep in a total panic, forgive me for not picking up the hint that Shay meant he wanted to get frisky and not chatty.

So he decided to 'subtly' remind me by taking my finger and slowly sliding his tongue along it, smiling when my face burst into a sudden flush of red at the sight. He slid his tongue down my skin before nibbling on the skin in a teasing fashion. "My associates have told me....some interesting tricks that you may like" He said, standing up and gently pushing me onto my back on the bed. With a small smirk on his face he began to undo his coat and belts from his body, dropping one item at a time in a agonizing slow fashion. His smile only grew the more he looked at me while removing his clothes, probably relishing in the look of my bright red face and useless stutters. Finally when he was down to nothing but his pants, he had the nerve to only lower his undergarments just a fraction above his...erm...noticeable bulge.