Felicity Smoak (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
girlwednesday) wrote2020-01-01 12:00 am
girlwednesday) wrote2020-01-01 12:00 am
Entry tags:
DUPLICITY → CONTACT
UN: overwatch
UN: overwatch
[He issues his demand and she obeys immediately, not simply because she knows that what he's going to do is going to be worth her while but because it's in moments like these, she enjoys letting him take control. Even though he's tied down in theory, she knows it would take nothing for him to pull loose and take what he wants. Instead, he makes his demands and expects that she'll do as he says willingly.
Of course she will. It's always so good when she does and this will be no different, following the direction until she realizes just what he means.
It arouses her more and she can feel herself get even wetter, her heart pounding at she braces herself against the wall with one hand, settling over his mouth with the other. There's very little chance she'll do him damage at this angle, but the knowledge of what it must look like turns her on beyond belief.]
Of course she will. It's always so good when she does and this will be no different, following the direction until she realizes just what he means.
It arouses her more and she can feel herself get even wetter, her heart pounding at she braces herself against the wall with one hand, settling over his mouth with the other. There's very little chance she'll do him damage at this angle, but the knowledge of what it must look like turns her on beyond belief.]
No, I'm well aware of how easy the communication network is to get into. I meant the network that our captors have on serious lockdown.
Would you be willing to share the location of their servers? I'm not saying we have to do anything right away. I just think we'd have a lot more luck working with everyone together.
I just feel there's a lot of very talented and skilled people being bought into this world and none of us are working together. That only benefits L.I.E.S
Would you be willing to share the location of their servers? I'm not saying we have to do anything right away. I just think we'd have a lot more luck working with everyone together.
I just feel there's a lot of very talented and skilled people being bought into this world and none of us are working together. That only benefits L.I.E.S
[He's not wrong on the working together, and she's already had to hear about it from Ray. The only reason Ray hadn't ended up in jail with her (well, he had, but voluntarily), is because he hadn't known.
Letting people make their own choices isn't something she's up for yet, and she's aware this makes her a hypocrite.]
I'm not okay discussing this on the network.
[They're monitoring sexual activity, yes, but she's more comfortable talking in person.]
Let's talk face to face.
Letting people make their own choices isn't something she's up for yet, and she's aware this makes her a hypocrite.]
I'm not okay discussing this on the network.
[They're monitoring sexual activity, yes, but she's more comfortable talking in person.]
Let's talk face to face.
Name the time and place and I will meet you there. I will understand if you want to bring someone in case you're worried that I am dangerous
[There's absolutely no hesitation in the way she obeys his order, giving in so easily, so willingly. It would take nothing to break the loosely tied bonds which barely held him, to grab her hips and draw her upwards, to simply take what he wanted. But there was something about giving her the option to refuse and having her follow through anyway.
Everything about her was entirely, completely perfect, and each and every time he was with her like this he found himself falling just a little deeper, the love he held for her growing just a little more.
Even if she would do damage, it would so utterly worth it that he wouldn't even care. She angles herself above him, and all he has to do is cant his head backward to tease her, to blow a puff of warm breath over her dripping wet heat. All he has to do is lift his head slightly to brush his tongue over her, tasting her slowly, as if he's savoring it.]
Everything about her was entirely, completely perfect, and each and every time he was with her like this he found himself falling just a little deeper, the love he held for her growing just a little more.
Even if she would do damage, it would so utterly worth it that he wouldn't even care. She angles herself above him, and all he has to do is cant his head backward to tease her, to blow a puff of warm breath over her dripping wet heat. All he has to do is lift his head slightly to brush his tongue over her, tasting her slowly, as if he's savoring it.]
[That soft, hot breath against her body makes her weak and she leans heavily on the hand she has braced against the wall. She whimpers his name again, a quiet plea for him to continue what he's promising without words, knowing full well that he's going to make her press down against his lips and knowing just as well that she'll do just that in order to get the relief she so desperately craves.
His tongue comes next and she gasps this time, the sound loud in the quiet of the room they're in. Felicity sighs her exhale, moaning quietly in her next breath, before lowering herself against his face, ensuring that he's able to breath around her sex. She moves once, her core open across his chin, lips, and nose, then murmurs his name.]
Ezio.
[She wants all of this, to ride him to her own finish, knowing that he has the ability to pull himself free but wants this as much as she does. Wants her.]
His tongue comes next and she gasps this time, the sound loud in the quiet of the room they're in. Felicity sighs her exhale, moaning quietly in her next breath, before lowering herself against his face, ensuring that he's able to breath around her sex. She moves once, her core open across his chin, lips, and nose, then murmurs his name.]
Ezio.
[She wants all of this, to ride him to her own finish, knowing that he has the ability to pull himself free but wants this as much as she does. Wants her.]
Are you free tonight, Miss. Smoak?
May I have the honor of having dinner with you?
[Around five p.m, Felicity will get a delivery - a flat. white clothing box, wrapped in red ribbon. Inside will be white tissue paper, along with a single red rose resting atop a dress. Beneath it will be a note, written in Ezio's handwriting:]
Please wear this for me tonight.
I will see you soon, bella
- Ezio
Please wear this for me tonight.
I will see you soon, bella
- Ezio
[At 8:01 exactly, Felicity steps into the lobby wearing the dress Ezio had sent her. She'd thought about not wearing it in an attempt to remind him that she's not there to do everything he tells her to, but she'd followed that thought process with a reminder that they're starting new with an agreement that appears to be far more fair. Something she can live with and, according to what he's said, what they'd signed into existence in the caves, something he can live with, too. In that moment, she'd decided to do far more than wear his dress.
Around her throat is the necklace he'd given her, and she's left her hair down for their meeting, too. Contacts instead of glasses and heels that accentuate not only her legs, but the tight backside that he loves so much.
The single minute she's late, she figures, is defiance enough. This look, she figures, is worth those sixty seconds.]
Around her throat is the necklace he'd given her, and she's left her hair down for their meeting, too. Contacts instead of glasses and heels that accentuate not only her legs, but the tight backside that he loves so much.
The single minute she's late, she figures, is defiance enough. This look, she figures, is worth those sixty seconds.]
[Ezio had been five minutes early.
It would have been ten, if only to absolutely ensure that he arrived before her but he had decided against it at last moment.
His attention turns away from the large glass windows at the sound of the soft ding, honey brown eyes instantly taking her in.
She was so incredibly beautiful and he was so incredibly lucky.
And also extremely thankful he had chosen to wear a suit.]
Of all the things I have seen, you are the most beautiful.
It would have been ten, if only to absolutely ensure that he arrived before her but he had decided against it at last moment.
His attention turns away from the large glass windows at the sound of the soft ding, honey brown eyes instantly taking her in.
She was so incredibly beautiful and he was so incredibly lucky.
And also extremely thankful he had chosen to wear a suit.]
Of all the things I have seen, you are the most beautiful.
[It hurts her heart that the first thing that she thinks of is that he's trying too hard with the compliments because of course he has to be lying. The man's from Italy, from ages ago, and he's seen things she'll never see. Had sex with women numbering, likely, in the hundreds. She doesn't say it and is ashamed that her mind goes there first. It's not what she wants from this and loathes that she feels that way.
They're working past it, shouldn't she feel better now?
There's a slight falter in her step as it all runs through her mind and, as she forces the negative out, she takes a breath and realizes that he is gorgeous. He's there, for her, because he loves her. He wants this as much as she does, and yes. They're working past it. It's that reminder that puts a soft blush on her cheeks as she stops two feet in front of him.]
Thank you. [She takes him in again, this time with a softer gaze, not trying to hide how she feels about how he looks.] You look amazing.
They're working past it, shouldn't she feel better now?
There's a slight falter in her step as it all runs through her mind and, as she forces the negative out, she takes a breath and realizes that he is gorgeous. He's there, for her, because he loves her. He wants this as much as she does, and yes. They're working past it. It's that reminder that puts a soft blush on her cheeks as she stops two feet in front of him.]
Thank you. [She takes him in again, this time with a softer gaze, not trying to hide how she feels about how he looks.] You look amazing.
[So he was. So he had seen the beauty of Rome, of Florence, of Venice. Had seen and owned paintings by artist that were now so famous they were known by name alone. Had slept with women who were considered the most beautiful of their time.
All of it was true.
But none of them held a candle to her. Not when she was standing there before him, bathed in soft life, wearing the dress that he had bought her in his colors. Not when her hair cascaded down over her shoulders and her eyes were bare, free of the glasses she normally wore. There was something softer about her, something ethereal and beautiful beyond all else.
How much he loved her likely blinded him, at least a little, but he honestly didn't care.
Reaching for her hand, he lifts it slowly, pressing his lips to the back before intertwining their fingers.]
Are you ready, my love?
All of it was true.
But none of them held a candle to her. Not when she was standing there before him, bathed in soft life, wearing the dress that he had bought her in his colors. Not when her hair cascaded down over her shoulders and her eyes were bare, free of the glasses she normally wore. There was something softer about her, something ethereal and beautiful beyond all else.
How much he loved her likely blinded him, at least a little, but he honestly didn't care.
Reaching for her hand, he lifts it slowly, pressing his lips to the back before intertwining their fingers.]
Are you ready, my love?
[Every single time he touches her, Felicity feels her heart skip several beats. It feels like it's been so long, though it's been less than twenty-four hours, and his lips are warm and inviting against her skin. Her breath catches and her stomach clenches as her love spikes hard. It's intense, every emotion he draws out of her, but she doesn't regret any of it.
Felicity squeezes his fingers lightly as she nods.]
You haven't said where we're going. [Glancing down at her dress, she pulls on the skirt just a little as she swings her hips slightly.] Somewhere nice?
Felicity squeezes his fingers lightly as she nods.]
You haven't said where we're going. [Glancing down at her dress, she pulls on the skirt just a little as she swings her hips slightly.] Somewhere nice?
Felicity.
[That's it. That's the text.]
[That's it. That's the text.]
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.
You know what you did.
Do not do it again. If you wish to meet someone, ask me.
Do not do it again. If you wish to meet someone, ask me.
[so, next time, don't announce herself. got it.]
Your boyfriend is a tattletale.
Your boyfriend is a tattletale.
[He doesn't understand why you felt the need to do it at all.]
Do not turn this around, Felicity.
Do not turn this around, Felicity.
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