DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[girlwednesday]

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UN: overwatch

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audio; un; auditore

[collectsfeathers]

Buon pomeriggio. I was wondering if I could ask for a favor.

[girlwednesday]

Ask me anything.

( text )

[caputium]

Are you busy?

[girlwednesday]

Is there really a way to BE busy here?

Actually, don't answer that.

video; misfire; forward dated to the 22nd

[collectsfeathers]

[Suddelnly, out of absolutely nowhere, Felicity will receive a text.

A text which contains a video.

A video of Ezio, seemingly completely naked, although the camera focused on his upper body - on his chest and the way it moves with his heavy breathing. On his lips and the way they part on a low moan.

It's short, no more than ten or fifteen seconds, but it's enough that it's entirely obvious what he had been doing.]

[girlwednesday]

[the video starts and it's a good thing that she's alone, getting ready in her bathroom because oh god, the sound echoes. slamming her hand down over the devices, she picks it up and lets it play from the beginning... for science.

huh.

the third time it plays, she stops it halfway through and takes a deep breath, her mouth dry.]

Ezio. I think this was meant for someone else.

Maybe.

Maybe it wasn't, I don't know.

post-dated to 1/21; hacked

[ecchymosis]

ability: sensory perception manipulation.
current limits: unknown.
other capabilities: tech training, surveillance.
current partner: present locally.

[ that's the message, no context provided. ]

[girlwednesday]

[wait, what? while she understands the gist of what she's reading, she's not sure why. or who, unless... ]

Are you spying on me?

text; un; auditore; post fort harmony

[collectsfeathers]

Are you at home?

[It's like, two in the morning where else would she be?]

[girlwednesday]

[with thoughts along those lines:]

where else?

/ezio

[girlwednesday]

[from here]
___

For you? Almost always.

[collectsfeathers]

Keep being so good and I might have to reward you.

text | un: sarcasmandcoffee

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

I was wondering if you were free to talk about your discoveries regarding our communication devices?

I have a lot of questions.

un: overwatch

[girlwednesday]

[now that she has her device back...]

I'll do my best.

text; un; auditore

[collectsfeathers]

Are you free tonight, Miss. Smoak?

un: overwatch

[girlwednesday]

I am, Signor Auditore.

text; un; auditore

[collectsfeathers]

Felicity.

[That's it. That's the text.]

unknown recipient

[girlwednesday]

This is an auto-response. The Duplicity Resident you're attempting to reach cannot be found at this moment. Please retry your attempt at shame later.

text; un; auditore

[collectsfeathers]

[Felicity Smoak.

You are about to get the text every girl dreams about.

Well, maybe the second most. Right behind 'You were right.']

Thank you.

[girlwednesday]

[She'll wait for those words, then. They should definitely be around here somewhere.]

For?

text; un; auditore

[collectsfeathers]

[He had already said 'thank you'. But, well.

He's currently laying in bed alone and honestly? It's kind of weird.

So what does he do instead of just getting up and taking something to help him sleep?

It's short, no more than thirty seconds, but it's enough. Enough to see him clearly seated on the couch in his room, phone propped up on the table to capture all of him. Enough to see the way his hand strokes over his hard cock slowly, thumb dipping into the slit as he moans her name, head falling back to expose the long line of his neck.]

text; UN: overwatch - encrypted feed

[girlwednesday]

[oh.

it's not what she's expecting when she opens the phone, that kind of video, and it's a far cry from the eight minute one she'd gotten that had kind of kicked off their entire... whatever it is. she can imagine herself straddling him there, on his couch, kissing and licking long lines of his throat as she brings him off and then it dawns on her that she's never really given back in this way.

the setup doesn't take long: the device is settled at the end of bed and on a ledge of her dresser. he won't be staring down her sex, but he'll get a tasteful view of everything she does.

one knee raised just slightly, felicity uses one hand to dip into her wetness, the other pinchiing lightly at her nipple. her head is turned in the direction of the camera, though her eyes are closed and her bottom lip is caught in her teeth. she strokes herself for a full minute before she begins to rock her hips into the mattress, clearly looking for more friction, then sighs his name:] Ezio...

[the feed is live.

her fingers move more quickly now and she stops caressing her own breast long enough to reach up and remove her glasses, finally looking into the camera.]

Oh, God.

[It's followed by another whimper and she arches her back as she fucks herself deeper with her fingers, licking her lips as her breathing comes faster.] I'm gonna come.

text; un; auditore

[collectsfeathers]

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I wish you were here.

[girlwednesday]

[first of all, it looks dizzyingly beautiful and second of all, she's fairly certain she would have fallen to her death before snapping such a photo.]

To see how long it takes for a woman to fall

is that eighty stories?

text; un: csnow

[trigeminalheadache]

[ immediately following her conversation with steve: ]

So. Would you happen to have a nice dress or something I could borrow?

un: overwatch

[girlwednesday]

[what is this convo?! why a dress?!]

I have several. Wanna come over and pick a fave?

text; un; auditore; like an hour after that video

[collectsfeathers]

[Somehow he just knows you're responsible for this so he's coming for you first, wifey.]

Where are you?

[girlwednesday]

[who, her?]

Working from home. Where are you?