return to paradisa

[secondchances]

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[assassino]

"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.

[secondchances]

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.

[secondchances]

"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."

[assassino]

"Only if you smother me," he informs her, "which you are-- ah, very welcome to."

He palms her ass as he palms him. Fantasy, indeed.

[secondchances]

"It's an upgrade from lovingly strangling you, huh," she jokes, arching her back to encourage him. Again, she laughs.

"This is--so unreal, you have no idea."

He just might, Steph.

"I keep thinking I'm gonna wake up to you knocking on my door because we were supposed to hang out or something. And then I'd have to awkwardly ignore the weird wet dream I had while going on as usual."

[assassino]

"You have dreams about me usually, dolcezza?" he asks, and he knows that's not what she meant, but he'll run with it anyway.

[secondchances]

She knows he knows that's not what she means. But, she's in a good mood, and strokes him as she so kindly indulges him.

"I did think about you a lot," she admits. "What it would be like to be your girlfriend and all that fun stuff."

... and that usually ended up with her circling back to it being a terrible idea that would leave her heartbroken even if it would have been a good time before it all came crashing down in one way or another.

"You're literally the hottest guy that's ever paid attention to me."

Sorry, Tim.

[assassino]

"Am I, now?" he replies. He's heard the hot thing quite some time, but it still sounds funny, very American, and he'll glad take it. She's wonderful, after all, with talented hands; Ezio certainly has no complaints about them, even pressing his hips up into her hand to encourage her. "You will never have to wonder what that's like again."

[secondchances]

Maybe not. It does occur to her that if they're the only two people in this place, assuming they don't die of starvation or anything else, it's not like much is going to change between them. Theoretically. They'll just do more fun, sweaty things than they did before.

"Or anything else about you," she grins, and that's when she decides to stop touching him through his braies and actually get him naked like she is. She sits up, beside him, and begins to pull them down.

[assassino]

Ah, fucking the time away. Ezio's favourite pastime, especially on those long waits for the sun to set before a mission, or boring days when the weather is miserable. He hitches up his hips just enough to help her with that, and there he is, generously sized but not intimidatingly so, with a treasure trail of dark curls.

[secondchances]

Steph looks, unable to turn any more red, and tries to stifle a giggle.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be all giggly." Like laughter in bed is bad. Now, with the both of them in the buff, she falls over onto her side to fit against his. Done with clothes on, plenty of times, but now it's with the clear intent to start kissing him, hand free to skim over his stomach.

[assassino]

He chuckles, getting an arm around her and pulling her close.

"What's so funny, hmm?" Kissing is nice, though, almost more than teasing her. "Is there something funny about ––" Kiss. "––my cock?"

[secondchances]

Her hand moves from his belly, making a detour to his hip instead of downwards.

"If I said anything but no, would I hurt your feelings?"

She's just teasing. It's great.

[assassino]

“My feelings are impenetrable! It’s impossible to wound them.”

So he says. Anyway.

[secondchances]

She laughs, because that's not true. It's cute when he tries to lie like that.

"Sure," she says, kissing the corner of his mouth. And then, because she hasn't really properly said it and being cuddled up and kissing has her feeling a certain way, there's a sweeter kiss to his cheek.

"I love you."

[assassino]

He watches for a second, just appreciating this, this moment that felt impossible just hours before — he brushes a lock of blonde hair from her face.

“Ti voglio bene, mia cara,” he murmurs. “You must know what that means by now.”

[secondchances]

Her first instinct is to joke, but. Ouch, her heart. She can't even try. The words make her chest squeeze tightly, and she smiles before nodding.

"Yeah. I do." Steph clears her throat, because that got a little tight with emotion, too. "Sounds way better in Italian."

[assassino]

It sounds just right to Ezio, and after years of being told his native tongue is somehow imbued with romance or meaning that English doesn't share, he's still a little amused by that -- but it's definitely new with Steph, and that is very real, and very important. He strokes her cheek.

"I'll say it as many times as you want to hear it."

[secondchances]

"Mmm, I don't wanna wear it out," she decides, and pushes herself up to settle on him, chest to chest, and kiss him again. That, and she really will get overwhelmed. He's one of the few people to say he loves her and mean it. And that was true even before today.

"I've gotta stop blushing eventually."

[assassino]

"Why?" he murmurs, happy with her weight on him. "It's a flattering colour on you."

[secondchances]

"You only think that because it flatters you, too." Laughing, she glances down before taking him in her hand, getting a better feel. She hums in approval.

"Nice, by the way. No laughing."

[assassino]

"It flatters us both," he agrees, and he can't resist a little bit of a snicker at the back of his throat -- oh, that's so nice, though, and he's more than happy to press up into her hands.

[secondchances]

"Ideally, I'd like to get to the point where I'm not blushing so hard I feel like I'm going to pass out. Which will probably means some conditioning."

Lots of this. Are they going to fit in fooling around between figuring out how to survive? It'd be one way to keep sane.

[assassino]

Ezio can imagine time stretching out before them infinitely, living in Paradisa, doing this, with no one to bother them. They will likely go insane, but for now, it's appealing. Even ideal!

"Conditioning?" Haha. "Like training you?"