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[girlwednesday]

Or it doesn't.

[collectsfeathers]

Felling greedy, are we?

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Or optimistic.

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What is it you wish to see?

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Are you taking requests, Ezio?

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Only from you.

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[She thinks about it because the idea that he might entertain a request? She knows what she wants to ask for and then just goes for it.]

The entire video.

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[He doesn't answer.

He doesn't answer for a good twenty minutes or so, long enough that she could very well think that he had changed his mind.

But when the answer finally comes it's in the form of a video - an eight minute and twenty-six-second video, in fact.

It starts with a view of his empty bed, sheets and blankets slightly crumpled like he had just been laying in them moments before.

And ends with him spread upon them, utterly bare, hand wrapped around his now flaccid cock, his release flowing down over his fingers and onto his flat, well-defined stomach.

It's more than apparent that this wasn't the original video, considering how different the light and the setting is. And the way he moaned her named instead of who it was originally intended for.]

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[when the first five minutes had gone by, she thought he might be entertaining her. then ten, then fifteen... and she was sure he'd thought she was kidding.

and then...

there are no words. she watches the whole thing from start to finish on her couch, almost as if it were an academy award winning art film, and then thinks about it for several more minutes as the final frame sits open on her device. what can she even say to that? is there something to say to that?]

Thank you. ♥

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It's my pleasure, beautiful.

[Literally.]

Perhaps next time you could join me.

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[it's so good he can't see her right now.]

That would be MY pleasure.

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[Maybe he wants to.]

Then what are you waiting for?

I would come to you. All you have to do is ask.

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[there's a terrible pun there, but she can't make it. not right now.]

You know where I am, Ezio. You should be here.

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[Mores the pity.

He shouldn't. He should not. She's married and he should respect that.

And yet:]

Give me ten minutes.

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[And yet.]

The door's unlocked.

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[And yet, roughly ten minutes later, he's still walking through her door. He's dressed, mostly, in a pair of loose fitting casual pants, with a thick, woolen jacket. And absolutely nothing underneath.

He tried. Gold star for effort. But he'll leave his boots by the door, calling out for her as moves deeper into the space.]

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[Felicity's in nothing more than a t-shirt and panties, the same thing she'd been wearing when she'd gotten his text.

Should she have dressed for the occasion or undressed for it? Whatever it is, she steps to the doorway of her bedroom and pauses there.]

Here, Ezio.

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[Maybe she should have.

But it absolutely doesn't matter either way. Because there's a moment, when Ezio glances up and spots her, where it feels like all of the air has been removed from the room and he can't believe how beautiful she actually is.]

Good evening, Felicity.

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[Is it the voice or the face? She's not sure, but the visual of Ezio stroking himself off and moaning her name is so very fresh in her mind and she comes so close to losing her nerve. To talking herself out of... whatever this is. To babbling so incoherently that he turns and goes. And then, she just lifts a shoulder and tips her head to the side.]

Hi.

[It's quiet and accompanied by a small smile.] You're really dressed for this.

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[Even if she did start babbling at this very moment, he doesn't think it would be enough to make him turn and leave her. The thick coat slides from his shoulders, carelessly slung over whatever piece of furniture happens to be nearby.]

So are you. [There's a smirk upon his lips as he speaks, moving just a little bit closer.] Still sure about this?

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Yes.

[Then she blinks, straightens a little, and motions with her hand as she explains. Badly.] I'm still sure. About this. Not just overdressed. [Which she was, but she was caught at the sheer size of him as he moved closer.] You're.

[She swallowed.] Still tall.

[It's because she's barefoot and feeling like she barely hits that 5'5" she's so proud of.]

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And you are still beautiful. [Even more so now, standing before him as she was, free of the heels and the normal clothing that she wore. There was something vulnerable and attractive about seeing those things stripped away.

He took another step. And then another. Until he was no more than a foot or two away from her, close enough to reach out and touch.] I want this. I want you.

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[Felicity was fairly certain that the air had been sucked out of the room. Yes, she was married, but her husband wasn't aware of that fact. It hadn't happened to him, yet. Because of her own circumstances, it'd been seven long months since she'd been effectively seduced and this? This was hitting her in all the right places.

He was almost too soft and too tender as he spoke and though she knew it was just sex, she couldn't speak in that moment because she was sure she would embarrass them both. Instead, she reached down to the hem of her shirt and lifted it above her head. Left in just a pair of light blue hip-huggers, she kept her gaze on his for a long moment. Finding her voice, she was clearly feeling her need when she spoke.] I want you.

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[It hadn't even been his intention to seduce her. Not exactly. In fact, this wasn't even the outcome that he had been expecting when he'd first decided to humor her and actually record and send that video.

But here he was. And here she was, standing before him, almost completely bare except for a little scrap of blue fabric that kept his eyes from exploring all of her.

Fingers reached out, skimming from her collar bone down over the swell of her breast, ghosting along the plane of her stomach to slip beneath the hem of those panties, tugging on them softly to bring her forward.] Then what are you waiting for?

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[There was a sharp inhale when he touched her, her stomach tightening as his fingers ran the along the edge of her panties. She followed the motion, aware that she was becoming wet for him with just that simple motion.

Her own hands reached out for the tie on his pants, eyes still on his as if to make sure that she wasn't crossing any lines. When she was sure that they were loose enough, she slid her own fingers inside and pushed them over his hips. She still didn't look down, but held her breath for a brief moment.

Perhaps it wasn't a seduction, but there was a difference between sex to meet a quota and sex simply because she wanted to.] That. I was waiting for that.

[She breathed the words, then looked down at what she'd exposed, one hand dropping down so she could run her fingers over his length ever so gently.]