Ass-Creed: Misunderstood

Shaun barely blinked as Desmond sat down heavily next to him, the Assassin-to-be smiling. "Hey." The soft greeting was punctuated with a kiss to Shaun's cheek, Shaun not turning in time to catch Desmond's lips.

"What's with you?" Shaun asked, shutting down his work. Desmond's smile widened.

"You remember...uhm...yesterday?" Desmond flushed, his eyes downcast. Shaun sighed.

"Are you still pissed that I snapped about you drinking my tea? Christ, Miles, it was just a cup of tea." Although it was his tea, Shaun added mentally.

"No, with Ezio. It was a huge misunderstanding." Desmond laughed, his eyes closed. "Leonardo wasn't happy with his model's...um...positioning. Ezio just walked in at the wrong time." Desmond opened his eyes. "Leonardo cornered him and asked why Ezio was avoiding him, and if it was because he was concentrating on a painting that was three weeks overdue."

"Hm...that doesn't actually surprise me as much as it should. Leonardo was a terrible pocrastinator and fussy with his models, especially the male models." Shaun smirked. "So Ezio was worried for nothing?"

Desmond laughed, and fidgeted nervously. "Yeah, they made up...So you were right about worrying over nothing."

Shaun raised his tea. "Well, mate, hate to say I told you so...but..."

"Yeah, yeah." Desmond blinked at the large, widescreen TV on the wall in front of them. "Hey, I know we have a lot of work to do, and a lot to get through, but do you think Lucy would kill us if we had a night off to ourselves?"

Shaun blinked. "You mean, no work?"

Smiling wide, Desmond nodded. "As bizarre as the concept may be to you, yeah. There's bound to be a bad film on we can enjoy together."

Shaun stared blankly at his laptop screen for a few minutes, before closing the device, and throwing an arm around the American, smiling, pulling Desmond to stretch the full length of the couch, his own feet stretching beyond the armrest.

"Well. The remote's there next to you, so find us something bad to watch, and I'm good right here." Shaun squeezed Desmond's shoulders happily. "Find us something to bitch at, Miles."

Sprawling across Shaun's lap, Desmond grinned, and flicked the television on, blinking.

"It's been forever since I saw T.V. Anything you want to watch?" He asked, bringing up the guide.

Shaun blinked, and scanned the list of programs, settling back against the couch, Desmond sprawled over his lower half, head raised to see the screen. "Stick Evil Dead 2 on. Fucking love that film."

Desmond smiled, and nuzzled into Shaun's chest, his eyes barely open anyway. He knew he'd get in trouble for not resting properly, hell, Shaun was probably going to get a worse yelling for 'being a bad influence'.

But, Desmond decided, the remote falling with a clatter, it was worth it.