Make Me Whole Again (Connor Kenway Oneshot)

The pain did not last long, it was all gone by the time we had walked through the door of the manor. I could not help but to replay the scene in my mind. The wolf flanking me and knocking me to the ground. I would not go as far to say that I would have died if it were not for her being there. I could always manage on my own. But I would be a lot worse for the ware if she had not been hunting with me. She shot the wolf so fast and precisely with her arrow, that it had died before it could even turn it's head to her. I remember thinking that her bow and arrow were just like her, fast, fearless, calculated. But also swift, as painless as possible. Merciful.
I kicked the door shut behind us, the freshly caught meat swinging in hand. “Dose It still hurt?” I heard her ask from behind me. I turned to face her, her soft concerned eye were raking over my scratched face.
“No, not anymore.” I replied, absentmindedly placing my fingers on the small injuries the wolf had left behind. Only to send stings of pain from the raw flesh when I did so.
She bit her lower lip as thought she were still concerned despite my words. “Hmm. Here, follow me.” she said. Turning and walking to the kitchen she motioned for me to come, I did. When I entered the large room she was taking down the medicine kit. Something I rarely used now that there was doctor to go see for any major medical treatment, and I never seemed to bother with any injury less then serious.
“Sit.” She said in a voice that was soft and kind, but her word was unmistakeably a command. Not wanting to upset her I sat, placing the meat on the table before I did so. “I said I am fine.” I told her as she walked to me. “There really is no need for-”
She silenced me by a mere wave of her hand. “I have seen small cuts like that make a man ill as a dog.” She said opening the kit. “I just want to clean it up a bit. Don't worry.”
I wasn't worried, I just did not like to see her fuss over such small things. She grabbed my chin in her gentle warm grip, turning my head so she could get a better view of my cuts.
I couldn't help it, I ran my eyes over her face as she examined me. She was beautiful. Kind and soft with the people she cared about and considered just and good. But fierce and powerful with the people she considered unjust and cruel. Something we ran into often.
I squinted a little when she pressed the stinging medicine to my cheek. I was use to pain though, when you fight for so long you tended to gain many constant injuries like back and shoulder pains that ached on a daily bases.
“Sorry.” she apologized sweetly, “It's going to sting, but it is better then being bed ridden.” I did not reply, but let my mind wonder as she continued to tend to me, liking the feel of her hand on my face.
It was nice, I thought to myself. Nice to have someone to look after you like this. Almost like a mother would, kind and warm, but forceful when needed. The mother I had been forced to live my life without. But she wasn't just a mother  to me.
I seemed to always bear the urge. The wanting to touch her, to press my lips to hers, to feel her skin on mine. I had never done any of these things of course. Never would I want her to feel uncomfortable around me. What if she did not feel the same way? I could not bear the thought of her leaving because of something I had done to ruin our friendship. But still.
I often found myself gazing at her when she was not looking at me, when we went into the forest for various reasons, I thought of many things. Was I just in lust after her? Driven by the fact that I had never been touched by a woman?
No. I knew I cared for her deeper than that. True I thought of many..... inappropriate things when I lay by myself at night. But I felt more than just that for her. I wanted to make her safe and happy more than anything, more than my own selfish desires.
I remember when she had told me a little about her past. She had felt much lost, just as I had. Seen the people she cared about being ripped away one by one. I saw the look in her eyes when she spoke of these things. I knew exactly what the look was, because I had seen the same look in my eyes.
I was incomplete. I knew that now, I had a small hole in me that death and war had put there. A hole that felt so much more bearable when she was with me. I knew that if I touched her, kissed her, felt her skin on mine. And if she returned my affections, if she loved me as much as I loved her. Than the hole would be filled. I would be whole again. Something I had not been for many, many years.
“Ratonhnhaké:ton?”
Her voice came to me from what seem like so far away.
“Hmm?” I hummed as my mind was slowly brought back to the present. I blinked rapidly as I realized what I had done. While in my deep state of thought I had absentmindedly cupped my hand on her face. As soon as my brain had regained control of my body I drew my hand back. “I- Uh....” I could not think of anything to explain my strange act. I fumbled stupidly for a minuet, hoping I had not over stepped my boundaries.  
Then, that kind, warm smile lifted her lips, and any hope of finding words left me. I loved it when she smiled like that, even more so when the smile was directed at me. She turned to the side and packed the medicine back into the box. I stared at the room at large, avoiding her eyes, not quite sure what to do, feeling my face go warm with embarrassment from my involuntary act.  
“Ratonhnhaké:ton.....?” She asked in a quiet voice. I shifted my gaze back to her, she was looking at me and biting her lower lip again as thought she was considering something.
“Yes?” I whispered feeling a large lump in my throat.
“I was just.....” Words seemed to fail her and she drew even closer to me. Then, she placed her hands on my shoulders, slowly leaning in closer to my face.
My heart, no my whole body seemed to freeze in that moment, when she hovered her lip so close to mine. Then, she kissed me.
The feel of her soft, warm lips on mine made my frozen body ache with something that had nothing to do with my constant pains. I was in shock of course so I was unable to move. Then suddenly she drew back slightly and I felt the sad loss of her touch “I- I'm sorry. I should not have done that! I-”
With out thinking I shushed her her my finger tips, drawing be back to me. I pressed my mouth on hers in what I hope was a passionate embrace. I had wanted this for so long. Now that I knew she felt the same way, now that we were touching, I did not want to stop anytime soon, unless she protested. She did not. Instead she returned the kiss, after a while she even started running her fingers through my hair.
This was it. She had done something I was always to afraid to do. I knew this moment was going to be the start of something. I was not sure of what precisely, but I did not really care. All I seemed to know in that moment was that I had found someone to make me happy, someone to make happy.
It would be awhile before I found out that she felt the same need as I did in more ways then just this. The need to have someone, to be with someone. To have someone fill that empty part of our lives.
Together, We made each other happy.
We were not perfect, not by any means. But together we made each other whole again.