Assassin's Creed | Reader

Valentines Special Arno x Reader Lemon/Smut [ Anniversary ]

WARNING WARNING

WARNING: This story contains explicit adult content such as nudity, swearing and sex scenes. If you're under the age of 17 I would advise skipping this and read something one of the other stories or something. But I can't stop you if you're younger and still going to read this. This warning will be at the top of every story for these specials. Words describing human body parts will be shown in the text. Do not read this and then comment about how you were not warned given this fucking long warning plus the title. I will promptly tell you, to go back and read this.

The warning will be a little bit different each time so please read it

Thank you and enjoy! 

Usually I'm very on top of special dates. Birthdays, weddings, anniversaries especially. I know almost everyone's anniversaries, for no reason whatsoever. I seem to have that kind of problem, remembering things that aren't important but somehow forgetting the really important things. Such as my own anniversary with a certain French man.

It's not like I wanted to forget no, I was just...I'm a very busy person alright? I have things to do, people to kill and stuff to uh sign and what not. It wasn't easy keeping up with all that and then making time for a very needy Arno who wants nothing more then for me to put down my own hidden blades and snuggle. Sometimes he doesn't get exactly what he wants, which I try to make up for him with like a massage or a little cuddle session. Besides I even said I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, just wanting to keep it simple. A nice 'Happy Anniversary' would do just fine...but knowing Arno, I bet my left arm that he was gonna do the exact opposite of what I said.

So coming back to the Café Theatre with rose petals leading the way to the bedroom, you can guess the string of curse words I released when I realized just what day it was.

Just play it cool. Act like you knew the whole time... I thought while following the roses, making a side note of just how cheesy this was to follow rose's to the bedroom. I mentally kicked myself each step, pausing just in front of the door where the petals disappeared underneath leading into the bedroom. What was I gonna do? Act surprise? Act tired and exhausted? No...that would be mean. Arno probably spent a long time on this...and it would be rude to just try and brush it off to the side. Just man up or er woman up and confess...just tell you him you outright forgot and totally didn't get the man you love anything because you are too busy working...

Merde...I'm a jackass.... I thought, letting out a long sigh as I twisted the doorknob and opened the door.

Yup. It was exactly how I expected it to be, roses everywhere, all over the bed. There was a hot bath running and the smell of sweets filled the air mingling with the scent of the flowers. He even went as far as to change the covers to a dark red, with big white pillows tossed on top. The big ones that look like clouds. My eyes traveled over the display, walking over to the bed while a smile drifted to my lips. I reached down, picking up one of the fine petals and lifted it up while trying to not let guilt take over.

"Do you like it?" I turned at his voice, somehow missing his form behind the divider that was set up in the room. Seeing his face, those eyebrows raised up like an expecting child waiting to hear approval from their parents about something they did. "I love it..." I said, the smile that spread across his face made my stomach flutter, watching him walk over slowly step by step. His mood changed, from sweet little Arno to that man that hungered for lust. "I'm glad you do..." he murmured, once by my side his hand came up to cup my cheek then to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "You've been awfully busy you know..." His voice made my body shiver, swallowing the thick knot that was forming in my throat.