!Modern! Arno x Reader ~ French Way

(You live with Arno, Connor, Ezio, Altair and Edward, you're their roommate.)

You always knew Arno Dorian isn't exactly a... normal man. He loved to flirt with women, drink wine, dance and have fun, sure, but he was in the same time so... charismatic and he knew when should he stop with jokes. Like this time. You were upset and he decided to take you for a walk. He said:
"I'll show you how to have real fun! In the French way!" He laughed grabbing your hand and leading you to the park. It was evening, sun was just going down. Park was almost empty except for few elder couples. He was holding your hand all the time you were walking as he was telling you about his family town. You could tell he missed his home, the expression on his face was screaming 'love, sadness, loneliness'. In the same time! You smiled slightly at him, squeezing gently his hand when he almost bumped onto someone.
"Pardon messer!" He quickly said dodging the elder man.
"What a gentelman!" You laughed a little, looking at him. Arno gave you 'the look'.
"Please, beauté, I am a true gentelman. If I want." He smirked pulling you closer and wrapping his arm around your waist.
"Yeah, I can see that." You laughed loudly and you went silent when you heard a well known melody.
"Ice cream!" You said in the same moment when Arno did. You both ran to the source of the noise.
"Hello there! What for the cute couple?" Asked man looking at you and Arno. You blushed hard.
"We're not-"
"Bonjour, chocolate for me, and (y/favourite/ice cream) for her... if I am not wrong it was your favourite mon amour." Arno cut you off and smiled sweetly at you. You blushed even more and he laughed slightly. "Stop blushing beauté, there is nothing to be ashamed for."
"Here ya go, one chocolate ice cream and one (y/f/ice cream)." Arno handed you over your ice cream and paid for it.
"Merci." He said to the man.
"Oh no, I will pay for my-"
"Mon amour, a beautiful lady like you should never pay for such little things like ice cream or flowers." Arno smiled holding your hand. Your cheeks were red as a tomato right now, but Arno called it differently...  "Beauté, your cheeks are red as roses at dawn." He said licking his ice cream. You both sat on the bench, looking at each other and sun going down. When you both finished, he noticed something on your face. Really. It's not a joke.
"What? Something is on my face?" You asked looking at him. Arno smiled softly.
"To be honest yes... let me." He licked his thumb and slowly moved in on your lower lip, then the higher one, the whole time looking at your face. You bit your lip, looking down and blushing. "Here. Clean and beautiful as always." Arno smiled but didn't take off his hand from your cheek. He stroked it gently. You looked away again. "Mon amour, there is no need to look down. I won't bite. Unless my actions makes you feel uncomfortable..."
"N-No! It's just... It's nice... I just didn't use to it." You blushed harder, as he looked into your (y/e/c) eyes.
"And what do you feel when I do this?" He asked, placing his whole hand on your cheek, gently moving his thumb on it. You closed your eyes.
"It feels... good."
"And when I do this?" He clapsed your hands, your fingers were tangled with his. You nodded on 'the same'.  "And this?" He asked again wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer, so you buried your face into his chest. His body heat made you feel safe and warm... You hummed happy, giving him the answer. "And this?" He gently grabbed your chin and leaned his face near your. You could feel his breath on your lips, but he didn't kiss you. You didn't even blink, gulping silently. "And... this?" His soft, warm lips landed on yours, uniting them. It was the first kiss you ever had... and it was wonderful feeling. It felt like bunch of butterflies tried to escape your stomach. You wanted to scream in happiness and cry of all the emotions ripping you apart. "(Y/N)?"
"Y-Yes?"
"Je te aime." He whispered shyly. "I love you." He said this time in English. You smiled a little, touching his forehead with yours.
"I love you too." You answered just as silently as he said before you. He smirked and kissed you again, and you kissed back. "You know... we should have fun more often. In 'the French Way'." He chuckled and kissed top of your head.
"Agree."