Altair Ibn La’Ahad helping you with studying for exam
For my dearest @masyaf-library 💜💙💜💙
A whole pile of books and notes hit the wall with a loud crash as you threw them off the table in a rush of helpless anger. It was all too much. Endless pages of notes, long, incomprehensible chapters in books. Scrolls, papers, notes, cheat sheets. Everything to pass that one damn exam. If only that knowledge was valuable, but it was set of nonsensical rules that existed only to keep teachers like yours working.
Yet the course was so difficult that many students had been forced to end their studies prematurely.
With a heavy sigh, you hid your face in your hands, unable to bring yourself to look at the letters and words any longer.
The first tears of helplessness appeared in your eyes. Time was running out and you felt like the whole world had collapsed on your head, pressing you mercilessly to the ground.
Suddenly you heard a soft knock on the door. You wanted to tell this person not to even try to come in. You were angry, annoyed, ready to throw your chair at anyone who dares to come inside your room.
"I told you not to come in here!" you screamed, not rising your eyes. You were in no mood to deal with people.
However it was too late, the hooded figure stepped inside and looked at you. You lifted your head to see who dared to come in, and immediately met the gaze of golden orbs.
"Mentor..." you muttered, feeling another wave of humiliation. Great, the last person you wanted to see right now was Altaïr himself.
The man looked around your room, noticing the pile of books, and let out a small sigh.
"Getting angry and crying won't help"
"Yes, Mentor"
"Do you need help?"
Your heart almost stopped at the thought that Altaïr might stay here and help you. But on the other hand ... what would he do? After all, he will not force words and definitions into your head. You didn't want him to see you so desperate.
"No, mentor."
"Lying won't help either. Collect your books off the ground, I'll be right back," he only said, leaving your room just as suddenly as he appeared in it.
For a moment you wondered if Altaïr was here at all. Maybe it was just a figment of your exhausted mind that decided to kill you. However, whatever it was, you picked up the books from the ground and put them back on the table, trying to find the last page you were reading.
Then the door re-opened. Altaïr had tea with him, which filled the room with the mesmerizing smell of herbs. Besides that he had fruits. He put everything next to your books and came back to close the door. Then he opened the window wide to let fresh air fill the room. With fresh spring air and sunlight, the atmosphere in the room had changed diametrally.
You looked at him speechlessly, not really knowing what to do.
"What are you staring at? Go back to studying."
His voice was as deep and calm as ever, making your heart tremble. Altaïr could convince anyone with his voice to do anything, no matter how stupid it was.
A shiver ran down your spine and you immediately sat obediently in your chair, going back to your book and trying to focus. However, feeling the careful gaze of the golden irises that were drilling into your back, you couldn't concentrate. You were sure that bastard was smiling to himself, he knew what he was doing to you! He knew how hard it was to resist him. And then you heard your bed creaking. Insolence! He laid on your bed and made you work?
"Haven't you got something to do, mentor?" you asked, a bit gruffly. You were used to his presence, but that didn't make it easier for you to focus.
"I suppose I do. But first I have to hide from Malik. He's in a lousy mood and I don't want any extra work." You could swear that you heard him chuckle.
"And that's why you came to make fun of me when I have to study? And lay on my bed as well?"
"I brought tea and fruits, isn't that enough payment for using your bed?"
You sighed, shaking your head, and went back to the book. It was actually kind of fun. Mentor of the Brotherhood, Master Assassin hiding from his friend and his responsibilities.
"What are you actually learning?" he asked after a few minutes of silence. You've read the next page, but not much was left in your head. Your thoughts were occupied by the handsome man who was so close...
You turned to look at him and you gasped in surprise. He took off his hood and shoes and was currently lying only in light outwear on your bed with his hands behind his head. He was still looking at you. And there was curiosity in his eyes, and something else ... something you didn't know yet.
You told him what you were learning, and he sighed in response.
"Show me that book," he said, reaching out his hand. You rolled your eyes. He didn't even feel like getting up to take it himself ?! It wasn't that far! Lazy asshole!
But you got up from your seat with the book in your hand and walked over to him, handing it to him. You only managed to see the flash of his smile when instead of a book he grabbed your wrist and pulled you on the bed. One arm was wrapped around your waist so you couldn't escape, the other he kept under his head.
"Altaïr!" you screamed in surprise, but you stopped struggling. You couldn't win against him anyway. However, since he was not doing anything obscene, you decided to let him touch you. It's not like you never hugged him. You even had the opportunity to sleep cuddled under one blanket when it was very cold during one mission,
"It's comfortable now. Tell me all about what you're learning. One by one."
"Why? It's not ...-"
"Shh, just tell me. I don't know anything about that, so today you can be my master."
"Altaïr's Master? I like that title." you chuckled and you heard his low groan. His hand gently pinched your hip as a warning. He really didn't like being mocked.
You took a deep breath and then started telling him everything. Definitions, examples. Altair spoke every now and then, asking you to explain something better, asking questions, sometimes you had the impression that he was actually pointing you to the right answer. His hand was almost motionless all the time around your stomach.
When you were halfway through another topic, his hand began to slowly move. Long, warm fingers traced your hip. You felt him shifting position to get closer. Then you felt him pressing against your back, his warm breath puffing against your neck. And that's when you start to quiver, feeling the flush on your cheeks.
"You would be a great teacher. And I'm sure you can pass this exam. Just imagine that you are explaining everything to me. I'm sure you will do great," he assured. You squeaked in terror when you felt a light kiss on your neck. You jumped on the bed, surprised, making Altaïr chuckle. But then he slipped the book from your hands.
"That is enough for today. I'll come tomorrow so you can explain the rest to me. Now we can have some tea."
The man got up, leaving you alone on the bed for a few moments, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. Something was amazing about this sight. Barefoot, unarmed, Altair, serving you tea... He looked so... normal. And you felt like it was a view you could get used to. Just the two of you, leading this simple life.
"Thank you, Altair."
"You are welcome. You're an exceptional woman. Sometimes everyone needs help. You have saved me more than once so it's only normal for me to repay my debt"
"Me? Saved you? From what? You are invincible! Nobody stands a chance against you!" you exclaimed surprised. No one could match Altaïr! Not in this world.
He chuckled again as he sat down next to you and put one arm around your waist. His breath wrapped around your naked neck again as he leaned in to whisper in your ear.
"You saved me from myself." his lips almost brushed your earlobe "now it's my turn to save you."
Altair had kept his promise. The next day, he reappeared in your room with tea and fruits and listened attentively to you for several hours, then hugged and stroked you. Every day he told you how amazing you are. How strong, independent, beautiful. And after your session of cuddling, he even started to tell you his own stories. Little misadventures from young years of his and Malik.
And then? Then was the day of an exam and you nailed it. You imagined yourself explaining everything to him, just like all those days before. And Altaïr? He was waiting for you with tea to celebrate your victory. The reward for that was the kiss you desired since the very first day he appeared in your room. Delicate. Sensitive. A prelude to hundreds of kisses that you will share together for the rest of your lives.
i tried the Malik Pixel thing! I would make him do more if I had time, but unfortunatly... (also this is smaller, so click for a better resolution if tumblr does the thing)
