return to paradisa

[secondchances]

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[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."

[assassino]

"That you will be," he promises her. And, if he can help it, he'll find a way to bring her home with him. He reaches to brush her cheek with his knuckles, fondly. "But no politics in bed, hmm?"

[secondchances]

"Fair enough," she says with a smile, and turns her face to kiss his stomach. It's the first of several kisses that continue on that downwards path, and replaces her hand with her mouth.

It's probably the most quiet she's ever been around him, given that she actually can't blab.

[assassino]

He has that same thought -- but where she's quiet, he isn't, letting out a satisfied little rumble and running his fingers over the back of her head.

[secondchances]

It's flattering, even if she knew he'd enjoy her mouth on him as long as she didn't go at him with teeth. The sounds he makes just increases her enthusiasm, and she can't help but to make little pleased hums herself, happy to return the favor. And maybe, just maybe, a little glad to finally show off what she does know.

[assassino]

If he's being honest, he'd assumed that not having been eaten out ever meant she was probably inexperienced in this way, too, but he's pleasantly surprised, if not feeling like a certain someone needs to get socked in the teeth. She's so good.

And look, he's a gentleman enough to say her name and warn her when he's about to come.

[secondchances]

She appreciates the warning. Grinning, Steph moves back up his body to kiss him deeply, hand stroking him much more intently than it was before.

Taking turns isn't exactly how she imagined this to go, but. It's not awful.

[assassino]

Not awful? As far as Ezio's concerned, it's pretty damned great. And hey, he's not going to lose his head and come in your hair when the showers might not be working, so that's a perk, too. He'll gladly be making a mess of her hand and his own belly, though, groaning against her mouth as he does.

[secondchances]

"That's hot," she grins, kissing him again. "Once you have thoughts, I need to hear them all."

[assassino]

Ezio Auditore, dedicated seducer of women, reduced to a mere puddle of a man by a blowjob. He pours himself into that kiss because he can, pulling her up against his side.

"Thoughts about what?" he murmurs.