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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!"

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Steph's grin is hurting her cheeks, but there's no stopping it.

"That's not helpful! I know you have a list, no matter how long. Choose one at random. Or go in order. Or alphabetically."

Well. Maybe not starting with A. That's another thing she hasn't tried, but she's not in the mood right now.

Ahem.

She kisses him as she continues to rub his head.

"We'll get through the list. Where do you wanna start?"

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"What have you done before?" he asks in turn, because there are certainly things that wouldn't make for great introductions.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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."

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

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"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.

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He can play that game too, teasing her:

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

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"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."

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

Shushing now.

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"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."

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"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."

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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?"