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[secondchances]

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[secondchances]

"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.

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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?"

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"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.

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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?"

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"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.

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"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..."

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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.

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"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.

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Ezio grins. He is, frankly, a little surprised she's never seen him before, but he has no qualms with just unlacing himself and letting his cock bounce out, still behind the thin linen of his braies. Ta-dah.

"Do you want to do the honours?"

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Like cutting the first slice of cake. Steph grins back at him, and decides she needs a break from being on her back. So, she sits up properly, and then makes an attempt to get him on his back.

"Sure. You've been having waaaaay too much fun."

So has she, but she'd like to give back by getting him out of his clothing.

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"I do not believe in too much fun!"

He lets her bowl him over, grinning, trousers just far enough down his ass that he can keep kicking them down. He stretches out and practically lounges, leaning back on his elbows. Absolutely, he is just going to watch this woman he is in love with unwrap him like a present.

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She takes the opportunity to kiss him, because it's been like five minutes, leaning her body into it with the intent to knock him off his elbows.

And try to be sneaky, pressing her thigh against his groin, just to get him back for grinding her against his thigh earlier. No unwrapping just yet, but her eagerness is thoroughly communicated by the way she kisses him.

[assassino]

Down he goes, which suits him just fine, as he can use his arms instead to grope at her in turn, and he lets slip a pleased little groan as her thigh rubs up against him. She'll do fine, he thinks. Better than fine.

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"Question," she says between one kiss and another, "You're not going to pass out, right?"

Asking a man a question and then reaching down to feel how hard he is, even through fabric, isn't the way to get an answer, she knows. Can't help it. She laughs, some residual nervousness escaping, and also in disbelief because here she is. Definitely not where she expected to be, like. Ever.

"I'm sure this a top-tier Ezio fantasy coming to life."