The Assassin's Spy (Shay Cormac X Reader)

Chapter 10

You wake up the next morning with the morning sun shinning through Shay's bedroom window. You groan and you were about roll over, but you remembered. Shay was basically using your stomach as a pillow. His arms wrapped around you.

He looked so peaceful, so handsome. You smiled slightly as you moved some of the strands of his dark hair from his face. He looked so innocent and content in his sleeping form. But you knew that when he woke, he would be groaning in pain for the whole day.

You wanted to relish the peaceful look on his face. He look so cute. You continue to play with his hair. You then look at his lips. They looked so soft. You were slightly cerious to how they would feel against your lips. But he was the enemy....sadly.

You look away from him, trying to resist any temptation. He stirred slightly and he takes in a sharp breath and then he groans.
His grip on your waist tightens and he groans more. You doubted he even realized he was using you as a pillow. He continues to nuzzle against you, as if trying to fall back asleep.

Shay takes in another sharp breath and he opens his brown eyes. He looks up at you and you both just stare at eachother. Shay suddenly quickly sits up.

Shay then holds his head and groans in more pain, "My head," he groan out. You sit up and lay him back down on the bed. You look at him with pitty. Shay looks at you and sighs, "You can go on and find that Thomas fellow if you want. It seems I will be useless today," you sigh and not move from the bed.

"No, I won't leave you alone like this," You tell him, "Besides...its not like he is going anywhere anytime soon," Shay chuckles slightly. You smile and then you get up from the bed, "Also if you don't mind, I could make you something that could help you with your hangover," Shay groans.

"Like what?" Shay groans out. You smile and you push back some of his dark brown hair that was covering his face yet again.

"Tea, eggs and hot oats," You tell him, "Sometimes my father would drink too much and that was what my mother would make for him," You tell him more about your family. Shay smiles slightly.

"That would be nice," Shay says. You smile at Shay and you get up to make the breakfast. You walk out of the house to buy some of the ingredients from the market.

You walk through the market trying to find the ingredients for the breakfast you were going to make Shay. You couldn't help but think of why you were helping the man that was intended on ending the Brotherhood as you know it. You could have killed him while you had the chance. You could have told Haytham that a man in a hood killed Shay. You could have blamed the Assassins for his death to cover up what you could do. It would be too easy. Haytham would surly believe it.

But why didn't you? Why? Because he reminded you somewhat of your father. He was kind and caring; just like your father. But yet, Shay killed people, people you cared about. Your father wouldn't have hurt a fly. But your father did have his moments of being violent.

Your father sometimes would come home from the tavern with bruises and cuts on his face and body. Your mother would scold him for getting into fights drunk.
"Fight sober," she would tell him, "At least you know you have a chance," but those nights didn't happen often thankfully. Your father never laid a hand on you or your mother. He never did hurt any of you. Your father loved you and your mother too much to ever do that.

You then found everything you were trying to look for: ginger; for the tea, eggs; you bought six them, and a bag of oats. You carried all of that stuff in a basket and you went back to Shay's house and you started to make the breakfast. You set the stuff on a table and you realized you needed water. You grabbed a bucket and you went to a water well and you got some water from it.

You go back inside with the bucket of water in hand. I set it down on the table and I try to find a tea pot in the kitchen. You finally find one after about two minutes of looking. You then cut up the ginger and you put it into the tea pot. You then pour some of the water into the pot and you put it on the stove. You turned on the stove and you let the tea start to boil.

You cracked the eggs into a bowel and you use a fork to wisk them. You look for a skillet and you put it on the stove. You poured the eggs into the skillet and you scrambled the eggs as they cooked. You then pour the rest of the water into a small pot and you pour in some of the oats into the water and you put the pot on the stove.

Once everything was done you turned off the stove and you brought out two plates and bowels, two tea cups, and two forks and spoons. You set the table and you go into Shay's room and you noticed thst he was sleeping again.

You walk up to him and you shake his shoulder slightly. His beautiful brown eyes flutter open and he groans in response, "Do you want to eat?" you ask himin a whisper.  He nods his head slightly and he gets out of bed. He stumbles slightly and you help him to the dinner table.

He sits down in a chair and you pour him some of the ginger tea in the tea cup. You then put some eggs on his plate and pour him some oat meal in his bowel. You did the same things for your food.

He takes a sip of the tea. He loojs surprised by the taste, "what is this?" he asks you. You sit down in your chair.

"Ginger tea," you tell him, "It will help with the nausea," Shay nods and he takes another sip. He starts to eat a little bit. You start to eat your eggs and you take a sip of your tea. After your eggs were finished you started to eat the oat meal. Shay stops eating and he looks into your (E/C) eyes.

"Did I say or do anything last night that might have embarrassed you?" Shay asks you. You look up at him and you chuckle slightly.

"Well, I had to sort of drag you back to the house. You called me pretty and you tried to kiss me," you tell him. Shay puts his face in his hands and groans slightly.

"(F/N), I'm...I'm so sorry," Shay says with regret in his voice. You smile slightly but then it fades slightly.

"You told me that drunk words are sober thoughts," you tell him. He looks up from his hands, "Do you really think that I am pretty," Shay looked stunded by your question.

"Aye," He tells you, "In truth...I couldn't stop thinking about you after I walked you to your carriage on the night of that ball," Shay smiles slightly, "You were so beautiful that night, and looking at you now, I still see that same beauty,"

You were shocked by his words.  You took a deep breath in. He was confessing to you. He was your enemy.

A few tears roll down your face. It could never be. You now realised that you loved him. But what about the Assassins. You were loyal to them. You would be just be hurting Shay more if he found out you were an Assassin. But you were starting to fall in love with this man. The man who could destroy the Brotherhood.

Oh, fuck it!

You get up ftom your seat and you kiss his lips. Shay was surprised for a moment but he soon gives in to the kiss. You gasp as he pulls you on his lap. He cups your cheeks as you dig your fingers into his dark brown hair. He licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you gladly let him in. You could still taste a hint of the whiskey inside of his mouth.

You moan into the kiss and you wrap your legs around his waist. But you pulled away from him to catch your breath and you lean your forehead on his.

You just kissed your enemy and tou did not regret it one bit.