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[secondchances]

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[secondchances]

She falls onto her back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

This is it. This is some sort of karma for not just jumping his bones when she had the chance before.

"Please..."

[assassino]

"Do not fret, Steph," he implores her, and he returns to her, crawling overtop her with a grin. He kisses her forehead swiftly. Reassuringly. "I'll just pull out."

[secondchances]

She puts her hands on his sides, wanting to kiss him, hoping he has some sort of plan. And he does. And it's awful.

"What? No! How do you think I got pregnant the first time?!" Her hands move to his chest, to shove him off. "That doesn't work!"

[assassino]

He's tempted to tussle with her, like, he's not about to bully her or anything, but he's leaning his weight into her hands as she says that and he just smiles vaguely at her, confused.

"Pregnant?"

[secondchances]

She's just about to use real force to flip him off, but she can see he's genuinely confused. Which just makes her genuinely confused, and think back to what she just said.

Then, she thinks back to whether they ever discussed that, and after a solid five seconds of staring blankly at him, she decides she can't remember. Does he not?

"Uh. Yeah. Is this news?"

[assassino]

"I think I would remember," he says, cautiously, but truth be told, he isn't completely sure, either. He lingers overtop her, weight on his hands, and her confusion makes him feel even more confused. "Not that it matters, I suppose... I just didn't know."a

[secondchances]

"I don't really talk about it." Apparently? She's not sure. She told Ezio just about everything, but some things were a little too painful to share, it seems.

"But I was young and dumb and thought that was a fine idea."

[assassino]

He shifts over to sit next to her.

"You don't have to talk about it if you do not wish to," Ezio replies, a little gentler, and he pets down her side. "We could carry on, or we could stop... but I will not get you pregnant, dolcezza."

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She sits up so that she's not eye level with his dick. Distracting.

"I want you. Like, you have no idea." Which is why she'd say she looks heartbroken. Definitely not thinking about the past or anything. "But... Ezio. I have bad luck. Chronic bad luck. I really don't wanna to take this gamble and lose."

[assassino]

He continues stroking down her side, his fingertips on the way down, his knuckles on the way back up.

"I won't come in you, if you'd prefer."

[secondchances]

She kinda wants to die and dissolve into a skeleton. Steph sighs, rubbing her temples. Okay. Be strong, girl.

"No penis inside me until we find condoms."

Kill her now. Groaning, she hangs her head.

"This sucks."

[assassino]

Ezio doesn't exactly get it, and he laughs so that he does not wail, but he lets his hand come to a rest on the side of her thigh.

"There are plenty of things I could do to you aside from that," he says, even though he very much would like to do that one specific thing most of all. "Come, now. I could lick you. I could fuck your thighs. It does not have to be the end of this."

[secondchances]

He might be able to be strong, but she's looking rather upset. The laugh just makes her bristle.

"It's not exactly what I imagined."

Her hand covers his, giving it a squeeze.

"Beggars can't be choosers, I guess."

[assassino]

"Beggars!" Ezio repeats. "I'll have you know I've wooed many women without even getting inside them. I promise, Steph. You'll enjoy it."

He cozies up to her.

[secondchances]

"Beggars, only because I was looking forward to that," she'll admit freely now, sighing. She cuddles up, leaning her head on his shoulder. Woe is her. She really did miss the boat. "I'm allowed to be desperate after all that kissing and touching. And, you know. I'm already wooed, Ezio."

Hence the upset!

[assassino]

“Of course you are allowed to be desperate,” Ezio replies, pacifying, gathering her up against him. Gently teasing: “But you could be desperate with my head between your legs...”

[secondchances]

The upset is lost to a nervous laugh, and a smile to go with it. Steph clears her throat.

"No one's gone down on me before."

[assassino]

His smile is sly in turn.

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

[secondchances]

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

[assassino]

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

[secondchances]

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

[assassino]

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."

[secondchances]

"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.

[assassino]

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.

[secondchances]

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.