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[secondchances]

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[secondchances]

"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.

[assassino]

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

"Impatient, mm?"

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Yes.

"Curious," she says instead.

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"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.

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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."

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"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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"I'll have to figure that one out," she mutters. Good luck, Steph.

She's played with his hair before, draped herself over him and touched plenty, but it's all so different in this context. She sighs happily, that attention to her neck very much enjoyed, and lets her hands roam his back. And maybe a bit lower, as much as she can reach without effort. No proper butt grab for her, boo.

[assassino]

He laughs, just hot breath on her skin, and kisses his way down between her tits, over all that flush. His lips work their way over the swell of one, taking his sweet time working inward -- licking here, fondling there, until he finally, finally reaches the center. He runs his tongue around his nipple, glancing up at her face.

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Having goosebumps while blushing furiously is quite the feeling. She's all warm and pleasant chills and trying not to feel hideously inexperienced as he makes her moan so easily. When she brings herself to glance down at him, she laughs, because this is the hottest thing to ever happen to her and she's feeling so many things at once she decides she just feels drunk.

"Having fun?"

[assassino]

"The best time of my life."

There's a little rumble at the back of his throat, something deep and pleased and eager, and when he resumes working her over, he starts traveling south, over the apex of her ribs, along her taut belly.

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"We haven't even done anything. Stop exaggerating." Nothing more besides more than what they've done before, and Steph's loving every moment of it.

Him going south makes her heart thud against her rib cage harder, and she'd be surprised if he couldn't feel it. And of course, when nervous, her mouth runs.

"You know, it's gonna be kind of unfair with your vast experience. I'm no virgin, but--uh, you're not worried about that? I'm sure you're great, I don't think you ever lost a girlfriend because you were lousy in bed, but..." Maybe she's not that good.

[assassino]

He eases up, and he's in a funny spot, hunched over her, so scoots back a bit. Still close, though, close enough to rest his chin on her stomach. He practically lounges in her lap, letting her run on and on with those kinds of worries, still idly feeling her up.

"Do you think you won't please me?" he asks, genuinely a little surprised.

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He's been all over her lap plenty of times, and Steph lets her fingers fiddle with his hair. Though, she supposes now, she can be a little more intimate and slowly run her fingers through, blunt nails scratching his scalp.

"I mean, I'll give it the ol' college try. Just maybe don't get your hopes up?"

[assassino]

"What do you need to try?" he asks, amused, but he leans into her touch a little. "Just enjoy yourself."

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"I'm not worried about me enjoying myself, don't worry," she laughs. "I just want you to, too. Liiiiike, for example, what if you--don'tlikesleepingwithme."

The flush just deepens.

[assassino]

"Every man on this earth should beg for the chance to sleep with you," he informs her, running a finger down her belly, settling on her belt, which he unbuckles very casually, as if it could possibly escape her notice.

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"You might be the only man on this earth," she points out helpfully, still chatterboxing. "Did I ever tell you I wouldn't seep with you even if you were the last man on earth?"

No, she did not.

"'cause, apparently I would..."

[assassino]

He opens her belt up and unbuttons her fly.

"I recall nothing of the sort," Ezio grins. "But if you had, it only would have spurred me harder."

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"More like you would have found even more girlfriends," she has to point out, but. Maybe not the best time. Always a helper, Steph lifts her hips.

[assassino]

There’s a flicker on his face, something a little irked, but he just shakes his head and smiles and pulls down her jeans and her underwear around her thighs in one fell swoop. No other girls here today, but even if there was, he’s confident in his pick.

“You think about women more than I do,” he teases her, working her pants down off her ankles.

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"Do not," she says, clearly surprised when he takes everything off in one go. But, she helps as she can, pulling up her legs. She is a whole lot of naked now.

"I'm just--nervous."

As if it wasn't obvious. She laughs.

"But excited, too. God, please don't think I'm not."

[assassino]

He tosses her last pieces of clothing aside and looms over her for a second, letting his gaze rove head to toe –– yes, she's perfect, and he doesn't hold back on subjecting her to that reverential gaze, taking his sweet time with it.

"I know you're excited," he says, running his hands down her bare thighs. "I know it just looking at you."

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She's going to die of blushing.

"Speaking of looking," she says, propping herself up on her elbows and gathering her courage. "It's looking like this is a little unbalanced."

And maybe she wants to see the dick.

"Clothing wise, I mean."

[assassino]

Say no more! He lets himself look at her for just a couple seconds longer, and then hooks his thumb into the lacings on his pants to pull them loose.

"I know you're excited because you're impatient, too," he chuckles.

[secondchances]

"Years of suspense," she says simply, smiling. And sitting up more. "Time to see what all the fuss is about."

Steph only teases because she knows he's as confident and self-assured as they come.