secondchances | return to paradisa

“Ugh?” he repeats, amused. “I give you my soul, and I get an ugh?”

But he does as asked, dragging his shirt up over his head and casting it aside. There it all is for her, everything she’s seen a hundred times or more but now is hers — broad shoulders, sculpted muscle, and all.

"It's a lot," she laughs, not wanting to call it out as cheesy when it is sweet. She wouldn't want him to stop saying that crap, anyway. It's all part of the package, as well as the bod, which is great. Nothing's changed here except now she can touch freely. It's like a buffet.

Thank god she doesn't say that aloud and just takes her plate, so to speak, letting her hands wander over his chest.

"So, what's it like for me to have my hands all over you now, huh?"

"It feels like you are having a good time," he replies, grinning, and he takes her cheek in one hand and passes his thumb over his lower lip. "A naughtier side of Stephanie Brown, certainly."

"Uh huh. I think you liked to believe I was some prude, just 'cause I wasn't jumping your bones the moment you flirted."

It was, maybe, a point of pride at one point that she resisted, but a prude? Pushing it.

"You certainly made me work for you," Ezio chuckles, and he goes back to kissing his way along her neck, licking here, sucking there. "I liked it. Every time you gave me that face, I wanted to get another out of you."

"I figured that part out," she replies. "I didn't really discourage you by making it fun."

She runs her hand from his neck to his shoulder, appreciating how that feels for moment.

"Guess you didn't need to come put boots on after all."

"And to think I have been accused of being a tease," Ezio hums, and he rocks her against his thigh when he reaches around her to start unbuckling those, too. Doing it blind because his head in her cleavage in the process, of course.

She's trying to not make it entirely obvious she's having a good time grinding against his thigh, but the pleasured sigh betrays her. Oops.

"Nope, you're definitely the tease," she tells him. "Do you need help back there?"

Steph laughs, trying to look back as he works on his boots. She'd kind of like to get the bra off, impatient, but there's no doing it like this.

"Not if it means you're going to stop doing that," he replies, still rocking her. He will have to, though; he can't exactly get the boot off the leg supporting her weight, even as he kicks the other off.

"A pause won't hurt." She has boots to remove, too, and she makes an attempt to push him onto his back, ducking down to give him a kiss, should he need any coaxing.

He's waited years, Steph! A moment longer is intolerable! But sure, he goes back with a kiss because no matter how forward he is, he's more than happy to be pushed around, too.

Good boy. He gets another brief kiss once he's back, and she hops off him to unbuckle and yank off his remaining boot before tugging off her own. The pants situation is a bridge to cross later, because she decides it's more entertaining to draw out the suffering a little longer, crawling back up over Ezio to straddle his hips.

Oddly enough, it's not a really new sight considering the occasional friendly spar that had them rolling around.

What is entirely new is Steph pulling her bra up and over her head.

He watches her work, flopped over where he is, and he could remark on the jeans and how terribly thick denim is, but he's having much more fun watching her. When she comes up over his hips his hands are on her thighs in an instant, spanning up them to take her hips and grind her against him, and he watches her take her bra off like a dog watching a roast getting served up.

Ezio lets out a pleased little rumble as her breasts fall free.

"Beautiful," he tells her. "The most perfect breasts I've ever seen. You are going to have a time getting me off you once I start, dolcezza."

It's the compliment more than the fact that she's bared her breasts that have her turning red again. Man, that better stop at some point. She resists the urge to cover up despite being the one to toss the bra aside, and laughs.

"I don't know how true that is with the like, hundreds of breasts you've seen, but I'll take it."

Oh, she's blushing and he's going to fucking run with that. He curls himself up to her, hands still on her hips, as though he might want a better look.

"It is true!" he says. "Look at them. You take good care of them. Two perfect sisters, big enough to look at through the neckline of your shirt, perky when naked... I adore them already, and I have not even touched them."

He lets his hands drift up her ribs, stopping just below the swell of her breasts. He's killing himself holding back, but it's fun.

"Are they sensitive?"

He's not helping at all and she knows he's loving it. Ass. The blush goes from the tips of her ears down to her chest. A chest that heaves when she holds her breath, waiting for him to touch. But he doesn't, and she exhales with enough force to ruffle his hair.

He's not the only one being killed, but might be in a moment.

"If only there was some way to find out."

He grins, watching her face just to relish that flush to her face, and he finger-walks his way up until he's holding one breast, gently lifting just to feel its weight in his palm. He passes his thumb over her nipple.

"Soft, too, but firm," he says. "We'll see how sensitive when I get my mouth on them."

It's a hard nipple his thumb passes over, and Steph smiles as she holds back a moan. If he wants to tease, she'll be stubborn.

"Do you usually have the ladies begging for more after that line, or...?" Because she'd totally be doing that if not for that stubborn streak that's just reared its head. "Some Oh, take me, Ezio!"

He chuckles; alright, if she wants to egg him on. He pinches her nipple, nice enough, and then goes back to just petting her down, kneading her, the pads of his fingers firm.

"Often enough," he says. "But when she doesn't, I have a few more tricks."

"Do I get to find out what those are?" She asks, cheeks rosy as she tries to lean in to steal a kiss. She's not sure if she wants to commend her past self for waiting this long, or kick her. Even just this is nice. Totally worth the creepy castle.

He lets her have that kiss, but he drags out feeling her up a little longer.

"Impatient, mm?"

Yes.

"Curious," she says instead.

"You are a little red for curious," he teases, and he twists them both to the side, rolling her under him and pinning her into the bed by the hips with his own.

She goes with a laugh, a leg wrapping around him.

"Yeah, well, I don't know about you but it's not often a hot guy is all over me. It makes me blush! So sue me."

"I don't think I've blushed since I was a little boy," he says.

With her underneath him, he does actually have to waste one arm on holding himself up, but that's alright, he's got the frame to stay like that for plenty of time. His other hand still kneads at her breast, and he puts his mouth to her neck, working down until he's working over the wall of the other.

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