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[secondchances]

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[secondchances]

"Which works in your favor, doesn't it? You really don't have to worry about me keeping up with you. Maybe it's going to be the other way around."

Just saying.

"I mean, you do have some years on me. You're going to have to let me know when you need a break."

[assassino]

"It does," he agrees. "I am lucky to have someone who will keep me young, middle-aged as I am! And when my cock inevitably tires, the rest of me can still keep going."

[secondchances]

She laughs, giving him a little shove even as sandwiched as he is between her and the wall.

"Until I tire the rest of you out, too."

[assassino]

Oof. That calls for a little retaliation, and he pivots her around so she's the one against the wall -- but he presses her up just high enough with his thigh that she's got to be on her tiptoes or else straddle him.

"It's a race, then."

[secondchances]

Way to take the bait, Ezio. Stephanie smiles, finding no shame in straddling his thigh.

"If you want me on you, you just have to ask. Though, I guess after however long of mild rejection, the fear's still there I'll say no..."

[assassino]

"Why bother asking when I can tell just by how you lean into me?"

[secondchances]

"I don't know, you apparently can miss some of my glaring tells," she teases. "But, hey, I don't mind that you're still learning things about me."

[assassino]

"Give it a week," he says, just a little bit challenging, and he feels her up over her suit -- this is very different, and he's certainly a lot bulkier himself with that heavy belt buckle and sword belt and all those layers.

[secondchances]

"Ugh, why did we leave the room," she mutters between one kiss and another. "Whose bright idea was that?"

He could distract her from starving to death.

[assassino]

"Yours," Ezio replies. He thinks. He'd been a little more focused on her, anyway, which he is now, too, even though his stomach is starting to growl. He may simply decide to live off eating pussy.

[secondchances]

"As much as I enjoy the obedience, maybe don't always listen to me," she laughs, squeezing her thighs around his.

[assassino]

Ezio presses her up a little harder, too, right off her feet, and he kisses along her jaw for a moment, his big hood catching around her, too.

"We can go back to the room, or go down to the kitchen... or I can have you in the kitchen."

[secondchances]

She laughs, the sound melting into a moan as she holds onto him.

"Not the room. The kitchen." She tips her head to kiss him. "I think we're both hungry."

Ahem.

[assassino]

"Are you asking me to put you down?" he asks between kisses. "Are you so hungry that we must go now?"

[secondchances]

"Definitely didn't ask that, and I can wait to eat," she grins. "I'm just saying, whatever we do, we need to go forward. We'll get trapped if we go back. Again."

Oh, she'd love to spend all day in his room, but Future Stephanie with a hunger headache won't appreciate it.

[assassino]

He gives her one last grind with his thigh and then lets her down easy, hands gliding up her sides as he goes.

“Let’s check the kitchen then so we can focus.”

[secondchances]

"Hands off until the kitchen!"

Which means she's power walking down the damn stairs. Keep up, Ezio.

[assassino]

He laughs and follows. He can’t see her butt because of the cape, though, so he catches up fast.

“Race you there?”

[secondchances]

She perks up at that.

"I thought saying that would be too immature, but... don't think I'll take it easy on you just because we fooled around!"

Which is her accepting the challenge, if her taking off like someone left the oven on is any indication.

[assassino]

He laughs; he doesn’t mind, he’s a slow start anyway but he is good with endurance and tight corners. Ezio runs after her. There’s a thrill in figuring they won’t turn a corner and run into someone, or break their stride for anything but their destination.

She’s damn quick, though. Lighter, is his excuse.

[secondchances]

It feels a bit like breaking the rules on a school campus, somehow. It's all fun and games and Steph keeps the lead she sneakily took by charging ahead, but the speed leaves her once her feet hit the floor of the lobby and she stops a good twelve feet from the kitchen doors.

She thinks about that skeleton upstairs.

"Maybe a real race, later," she says, only needing a moment to catch her breath and lifting her hand to make sure he doesn't decide to barrel on in. "Let's be careful. Gentlemen first."

[assassino]

He might’ve just gone for it if she hadn’t raised a hand, but he stops behind her when she does. Quite tightly behind her, too, nearly enough to bump her, but he just touches a hand to her lower back, rounds her and goes on ahead at a walk.

“Careful,” he agrees, and he strolls in anyway, hands at his sides in case he needs his blades for some reason.

[secondchances]

Steph expected a lot of things, but a stench that nearly knocks her on her ass is not one of them.

"Oh, ugh," she chokes out, covering her nose. It's stuffy and smells like a fridge that hasn't been cleaned out in forever. She supposes that might come from the fridge, door cracked open, and she bravely trudges forward to slam it shut. It doesn't help much, but it gives her some peace of mind that nothing is going to crawl out.

"It's like a tomb of rotten lunch meat."

She has no idea if the smell indicates a time frame or if the doors did indeed seal this place like a tomb.

And there's the poor microwave, scorched, and some long dried goop seeping out from under the door. Why did people always do that?

"Someone blew that thing up for the last time..."

[assassino]

Ezio is no stranger to crypts and tombs, where even if the bodies are long rotted away, the dark and moist caverns flourish with terrible smells just the same. He wanders through the kitchen and steps into the pantry, finding it somewhat similar, with loafs of bread so far past moulding that they've hardened over like stone. When he steps back out, he looks at the microwave and doesn't even recognize it for a moment.

And then, dawning realization: "Oh. The micro-round."

He makes a little spinning gesture with a finger.

[secondchances]

That's cute. Steph grins behind her hand.

"Micro-wave. Close."

There are cans, at least, on the counter. Steph grabs one of the smaller ones--tomato paste?--and gives it a shake. She frowns, looking at them.

"Well... we've got some food. Canned stuff lasts forever, right? Whoever was in here last didn't like vegetables or strange canned meats. And blew up the microwave, probably."