Just a super short drabble I did for one of my blogs. Hope you enjoy. ^^

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Assassin's Creed, nor its characters: only the scenario is my own creation.

Beneath the hot sun, she pulled him along. The native was much more nimble on the forest floor; unlike the Templar, who was having quite a bit of trouble keeping along with her pace. Impatiently, she continued to drag him across the uneven undergrowth, barely acknowledging his complaints and slow steps; only when he fell forward and dragged her back did she give him a glance. Even then, it was only to pull him up before keeping on.

Soon, after much struggling and countless strings of curses from the man, they reached the flowing river. It was far from the village, though close to their makeshift camp. Kaniehtí:io knew this place to be secluded: neither colonists, nor Redcoats, nor the villagers traveled here. Her favorite spot to rest - a large tree, with comfortable branches wide enough on which to rest - was nearby.

"We're here," she said, dropping her grip on Haytham's arm and padding to the edge of the river. It was shallow: only a few feet deep, it would reach only up to her elbows. Slowly, she knelt down beside the water, scooping some in her palms and burying her face into the cool liquid.

Footsteps beside her: Haytham. "Why did you bring me here?"

"We have been in that camp for days. Do your people shower?" With a smirk, she turned her dripping face, blinking her eyes against the water and looking back towards him.

Mollified, he stepped beside her, looking down at the flowing water. "Of course, Ziio."

"Then come here."

Of course, they were less than a step from each other; her words were redundant. Nonetheless, the Templar took the small step sideways, his gaze flickering towards her. Standing, Kaniehtí:io lifted her hands to his robes. "Hánio ki' ó:nen satá:wen, Haytham; it is a wash well-deserved."

As she began to peel the layers away from his collar, there came a moment when he hesitated. He was not used to being so exposed out in the open; he preferred the privacy of his home, or, at the very least, of some structure that would shield his body from prying eyes. However, a quick glance around showed him that there were no prying eyes: none except Kaniehtí:io's.

Perhaps it was her presence, or perhaps it his next thought - that he had already laid bare beside this women - that cemented his decision to allow her to continue stripping his layers from his body. With a small bit of effort from the native, and some help from his end, he soon stood before her, vulnerable and unclothed.

Smiling, Kaniehtí:io sent him into the river. Turning her back on the Templar, she shrugged her own tunic from her body, kicked her boots from her feet, and removed her adornments. Within a short amount of time, she stepped into the chill of the river, working to undo her twin braids. As she did, her eyes strayed to Haytham's form. He was washing his shoulders and arms, in that careful, yet well-mannered way that he always had.

Filled with fond affection for the man, the native waded over to him, wrapping an arm around him. He, in turn, started at the contact, but soon loosened up again.

Kaniehtí:io chuckled softly. "Doesn't this water feel wonderful?"

"I have never -" a pause: then, "- I have never bathed out of doors in my life. It is… different."

"Is it?" She slipped around him; the movement caused him to lift his chin, lest she accidentally bump into it, but she merely tilted her own head back slightly to look up at him. "Let me provide you with something a bit more familiar, then."

Before he could react, she leaned up to press her lips to his.