return to paradisa

[secondchances]

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[secondchances]

"Less than you," she admits. "Just... throw something out there. I'll shoot it down if I don't want to do it. You know that, right?"

She's eager to please, but not beyond her own comfort.

[assassino]

"I imagine you would!" he laughs. "I just do not know what might raise your brows."

Perhaps unsurprising, but a man infamous for sleeping around, living in a convent-brothel, working with courtesans, and bedding women from other worlds can veer a little eccentric in his tastes.

"You can blow me, if you'd like," he suggests. Easy enough.

[secondchances]

"So what if it does?" She asks, raising her brows anyway. But hey, blowing she can do. And she does, blowing a raspberry into his neck and cracking herself up in the process.

"Sorry, sorry!" She laughs, "I had to. I know what you mean."

[assassino]

"That is what I get for trying to talk like an American!" he groans, but he's laughing, too.

[secondchances]

"You don't need to try and talk like an American, please," she laughs still. "I'm not over you saying sweetheart. Ugh. Disgusting."

Let her have her hot Italian fantasy, thanks.

[assassino]

He can play that game too, teasing her:

"Sweetheart! Or baby girl, that doesn't sound so nice in English, does it? Tiny?"

[secondchances]

"Ew, no, please, baby girl is what sleazy guys yell out of their cars at girls," she laughs harder. She grabs his face to give him a playful kiss. "Shush."

[assassino]

"And yet no one complains when I call them bambina!"

Shushing now.

[secondchances]

"Because that's sweet. I allow it," she says against his mouth, and then her lips move to his jaw, his neck. She pushes herself onto her hands to scoot herself down his body.

"I'm here for all the sappy Italian endearments, by the way. Bring them on."

[assassino]

"Then I will subject you to them until you grow exhausted of me, dolcezza!"

And then he grins not only because she's moving down, but because something has occurred to him.

"I'm surprised I'm not speaking only Italian," he remarks. "Seeing as the castle is dead, and all."

[secondchances]

She's kissing his chest when he mentions the Italian thing, and it does make her pause.

"Oh. Huh. You're right. We'd have a major language barrier," she muses aloud. "That's weird. Low battery, maybe? Or... I don't know, the ghosts just left and now it's gone to hell?"

[assassino]

"Perhaps so," he says, propping himself up on his elbows. Also, he wants a better vantage point to watch. "We'll have to see if we age, at all."

[secondchances]

Talk of aging brings up several questions, one being about what the hell they're supposed to do and whether this is just going to be their life now, but they can think about that after, she supposes.

Making herself comfortable, she strokes him, clearly thinking. Not about that--that's easy.

Okay, maybe she has to say something.

"You know, I'm having a hard time coming up with my age. It would help if I could remember what the hell was going on before I woke up here today. Gotham, Paradisa, a few trips home..."

[assassino]

There’s something sort of relaxing about just having a conversation while his dick gets played with. Normal, actually, in an odd way. Like talking about another assassination mission while some girl sits in his lap. Ezio just watches her idly, thinking himself.

“I haven’t a clue, dolcezza. I know I was in Venice, at least. 1488? 89? That matters less than the question as to whether we will age here...”

He wouldn’t complain if she looked like this for an eternity, frankly.

[secondchances]

It's definitely a new angle to see him at, cheek against his stomach.

"If you say anything about growing old together, I'm going right out the window."

[assassino]

That gets a chuckle.

“Ah, you love me, but not that much,” he teases.

[secondchances]

"Hey, don't take it like that," she laughs. "I just don't need you getting super sappy on me. You'll make a girl swoon, and I don't think you want that just yet. I've got things to do."

[assassino]

Sappy is his secondary mode of romantic being, but he shrugs. She has a very compelling point.

“If you do not want to stay together, I will just wait around forever,” he replies. “But alright. Save your swooning for later!”

[secondchances]

"If I'm the only other woman here, then yeah, you'll be waiting around forever," she replies, grinning.

"But, I guess there are perks to it just being us, huh. No awkward so what do I call you conversation needed. No looks of shock or... not shock, I guess, from people."

[assassino]

"Would you be shy about being my lover, if everyone else were here?" he asks, and it's meant in jest but it comes out curious anyway. "I think I'd strut around showing you off."

His last few girlfriends weren't so fond of that, but then again, they were different women. Older, in some ways not necessarily bound by age.

[secondchances]

Thoughtful stroking means agonizingly slow, though she's not trying to tease, really. She's just thinking!

"... honestly? Probably. Anyone from Gotham would think I lost my freaking mind." Some did just by how close she was with Ezio once they learned of his actual occupation.

"No offense. You know, eventually... I think that was a part of it, whether I admitted or not. I was already in trouble being your friend."

Approval will always be a thing to her, no matter how far she thinks she's removed herself from that need for it. Maybe she's a little less desperate, now, but she couldn't throw it all away for a boy. Boys are trouble and rarely worth it, from her experiences thus far.

[assassino]

"You could always make a home amongst others who approve of you, mia cara. No need to seek affection from people who are so ready to condemn you for your choices."

Ezio reminds himself to take his sweet time with her next round.

[secondchances]

Everything always sounds so simple and easy when he says them.

"Others who approve of me, huh? You know anyone that fits that bill?"

[assassino]

"Me, for one," he replies. "And a great number of my friends, both here and at home."

[secondchances]

"Maybe in another life I was meant to be a rascally Assassin in the 1400s."

Or, she just jives better with people not constantly putting her down. Go figure.

"But hey, if we're trapped here yet again, I guess I will be making a home with someone that accepts me."