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His smile is sly in turn.

“Then the world of men has failed you, until now.”

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What a line. It makes her laugh, at least, and maybe something can be salvaged, here. A new experience, at the very least.

"Then I guess you should show me. And then I'll return the favor."

Tim drake sucks shit more than Ezio ever imagined

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Ezio kisses her quick and with his hands on her hips, scoots her down to the edge of the bed. He then rather brazenly folds her legs back, splaying them like nothing — and then immediately situated himself between them and starts kissing his way from the inside of one knee towards her groin.

He’s never more eager than when it comes time to get to work.

criminal injustice

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The red might have lessened on her skin, distracted by the fact that they don't have condoms and that's a tragedy she's not sure how to cope with, but when he spreads her legs and just gets in there? Oh, she's red all over again.

"Aha, so... please don't judge me if I pass the hell out, okay?"

Re: criminal injustice

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He's made it as far as the juncture of her thigh and he lingers there a second, eyes flicking to her. He grins against her skin. Warm breath.

"I'd take that as a compliment."

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"I hope I'm gonna have a lot of compliments to give."

Where does she put her hands? Sides? Belly? No. Sides? Sides.

She settles down and sighs, looking up at the ceiling. And then she laughs because this is fun, not a medical exam. Calm down, Steph.

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If she doesn't have compliments, he's going to have an identity crisis. What would all those years living with Paola have amounted to, hmm? What would the point be of spending all those hours getting smothered by various nuns?

He sets right to work doing what he does best, then.

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Moans and pleased little laughs now and then are totally compliments, too. He makes her squirm, and her hands soon abandon their posts at her sides to slide through his hair to encourage him to keep going.

"I don't know if this makes me more upset or not," she manages to say. He shouldn't be surprised that her chattiness carries over even when he might be too busy to hold a conversation.

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He's enjoying himself too much to let up for even an instant to chitchat about it; her hands in his hair, the little jolts of her body, the twitches of his own. No upset, Stephanie, only pleasure -- and he's relentlessness about it, at that.

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For once, she's not mad about being brushed off. He's busy. He can stay busy, she decides. Steph wasn't all that sure she'd get off from this, having never experienced before, but Ezio shows her what's what.

When she comes, she can't even think about the fact that she might be cheated out of the dick for the foreseeable future.

She laughs, flush now from pleasure.

"Wow."

Also a compliment.

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Ezio crawls up beside her and flops on his back, grinning and licking his lips, his lower face glossy-wet. She's never been eaten out before and he doesn't want to spoil the glow for her by nosing for a kiss, but he lingers close just the same.

"Not bad, hmm?"

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"Are you fishing for a compliment?" She's naturally cuddly with him, but it's shifted up a gear in the afterglow. Steph rolls over and then onto him.

She does wipe his chin with her hand before kissing him, grinning from ear to ear.

"It was... fine. I think. I might need to experience that again before I can deliver proper judgement."

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"I'll have to do better next time," he agrees, happy to have her up on him. A kiss is wonderful, too. He pets her hair back. "You look beautiful."

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"A fan of the overheated, haven't-brushed-my-hair look?" More like the just came, look. She breathes in deeply, breathing out only once she's snuggled her face into his neck.

"I can't believe I missed out on that for years."

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You have never had a good boyfriend before me, he wants to inform her, but he doesn't, because it's lovely seeing her all tender and tended to and blissful. He holds her to his chest and laughs under her.

"I have no idea how you hadn't experienced that sooner."

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She doesn't say it with the air of Extreme Gloating he would no doubt have, but she does more or less say the same thing.

"Yeah, well. I didn't have you before, did I?"

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Ezio laughs. Ego thoroughly stroked.

"If only I'd shown you the moment we met hmm? Up on the castle ramparts. Then this would be an old trick to you."

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"I don't know about you, but I'm quite fond of the first time being here, on a bed. I'm sure you've gotten your freak on in plenty of precarious places, but we can ease into that."

One must always be planning for the future.

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"Another time, then," he teases.

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"Maybe next time?"

You know, once she's sure there's no zombies or giant spiders lurking around.

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"In the library, in the dining room, by the pool..."

They can always clear out the spiders first.

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"All the public places that aren't really public anymore?"

Steph plays with the hair she's thoroughly messed up. Oops. He's cuter like this, though.

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His ponytail has been so dislodged that the ribbon is nearly entirely askew. A rare glimpse at a dishevelled Ezio, normally confined entirely to the bedroom.

"Every last one."

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She'll just gently pluck that ribbon out, then, and stretch over him a little more to give his head a scratching.

"But we're here, now." Obviously. "We can't exactly have the sex we wanted, but so far, so good. What can I do for you?"

She has no idea what he likes. Why would she? It's a whole new world of their relationship.

"What's your filthy Stephanie Brown fantasy?"

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Ezio expects the sex they wanted to be off the table for a few days. A week, at most. What would the point be in waiting forever? As such, he's not too worried about much right now, but the questions still need some sort of answer. He chuckles, closing his eyes for a moment, groaning comfortably under her fingers. There are too many options.

"There are too many to list!"