girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[who, her?]

Working from home. Where are you?

[Definitely her.]

On my way to buy you more wine.

I have a bottle in the fridge, are you thirsty?

[also, she's had some already, ezio. who knows what might happen if she has another bottle.]

I did not think there would be any left.

[Oh, he has some ideas.]

Jealous? ;)

That I was not invited.

You saw what happened. MOST of what happened.

Maybe we'll invite you next time.

How kind of you, Mrs. Auditore.

[Hear that, Felicity? That's the sound of your front door just opening.]

[she begins to type i'm known for-- when the door opens and she pokes her head out of from the kitchen because it's not ray. of course it's not.

she should have known her assassin wouldn't have let that video just happen. without her glasses, blonde hair down around her shoulders and text message forgotten, she blinks at him innocently.]

I'm known for my generosity?

[He doesn't even waste time to take off his shoes, toeing them off as he crosses the distance between the front door and her kitchen.

The second he reaches her his hands are going to her hips and he's pressing her into the refrigerator.]

Indeed. Perhaps I should find some way to repay you.

[it's absolutely predatory, the way he moves toward her and she barely manages to place her device on the counter before he's pressing her into the fridge and she looks at up him with wide eyes.]

I definitely deserve some kind of thank you.

[she breathes it as she watches him, wondering if she's gone a little too far this time. knowing how to push his buttons is one thing, but all of them at once? it's sexually dangerous, enough to make him leave his office, and yet... all she feels is a thrill and desire. it's written all over her face.]

[Predatory is an exceptionally good word for how he feels right now. Especially with how his hands flex and grip her hips, tightening slightly before lifting, encouraging those beautiful legs to open and wrap around him.]

I intend to give you one.

[Dipping forward, he takes her bottom lip between his teeth, nipping and tugging before releasing.]

[the way he kisses her should be illegal. she feels her entire body ready itself for him even though she's only wearing a pair of panties and, though he's lightly abusing her bottom lip, she cups his face with both hands and turns it into a proper kiss several seconds later. she knows full well that when he's like this, it's going to end with her appreciating all the delicate ways her body is sore and that includes her kissed-until-they're-brused lips.

a possessive ezio does things to her that no one else ever has and it's an incredible turn on like she's never experienced before. sometimes, she does it on purpose. it wasn't this time, but she's not complaining about the consequences of her actions.]

You're not mad?

[There's absolutely no reason why he should get this possessive of her, not when he knows that he has her heart, has her love, can take her body in ways no one else ever will.

And yet nothing else has ever brought it out the way that she does.

It's difficult to break away from her lips, to take in a deep, shuddering breath as his eyes flick open to stare at her. She's beautiful like this, all glossy eyed and red-lipped and he's certain he falls a little bit more in love with her each time she lets him do this.]

No. [It's whispered, followed by a softer, more tender kiss, as of to prove he's not angry.] I am glad you are getting along.

I know how you feel about him. [she hasn't let go of his face, her fingertips curling along the edge of his beard now, tenderly as she stares into his eyes as he looks at her. there's something more there, the way he feels about her, and she knows it. it's not just possessiveness, but love and adoration; all the things she feels for him, too. she wants his happiness like she wants her own. the city, for all its faults (and it has so many that she loathes), has given her this: this freedom to allow her to be with him in a way she's never been with anyone.] And I know how you feel about me.

[leaning in, she takes his bottom lip in her teeth, much like he'd done with hers, but far more tenderly, before soothing it with the tip of her tongue and another, deeper, kiss. he may take her here, against the fridge, but she wants him to know how she feels.]

He's not you. [her murmur becomes a whisper.] No one is.

[Taking her right then and there, hard and fast and unrelenting against the fridge does have its merits. And those merits are extremely tempting.

But he has far better things in mind.]

Let me remind you why. [Hands cup each thigh, shifting her weight before kicking the kitchen door open with his foot, carrying her through a moment later, crossing the apartment to her room.] Because I love you.

[he makes it seem so effortless, the way he lifts and carries her, and she drapes her arm around his neck before lowering her face to nuzzle a kiss along his jaw, leaving a small mark under his ear.

because i love you.

she will never get tired of hearing him say it, of hearing him tell her how he feels about her and she rewards his declaration with another kiss against his neck.] Oh, Ezio. [It's a quiet sigh as they cross the threshold into her bedroom and she squeezes him slightly in a hug as she can from where she's perched around his waist.] I love you.

[pulling back, felicity looks into his eyes, only a little blurry this close, and gives him a quick kiss. there's another reason that no one else measures up and she wants to remind him.] Know why else? Because I'm yours.

[Something soft falls from his lips as she places that mark upon his skin, as she speaks against his neck, hot breath ghosting overheated flesh and he wants her more in that moment than he ever had before.

She was his. It was a knowledge that he knew innately, that he didn't even need thought to properly process, like breathing or blinking. Water was wet, the sky was blue and Felicity was his.]

Yes. [This kiss is gentle and tender, filled with the love and the passion that he held for her, arms one arm tightening around her waist as if he could somehow bring her closer.] You are.

[And yet the moment the door to her room opened and closed behind them it was like the barrier switched on within his mind, the one that kept them separate and hidden and safe from the rest of the world. The one that allowed them to be this.

That look was back. That one where his eyes sharpened and deepened, where the brown darkened and all of his attention was completely upon her.] And I'm going to remind you why.

[while felicity sometimes felt cornered and stalked by ezio, at no time was she ever afraid of him. she knows what that look means, when his eyes focus and darken from honey to a brown that means she is going to love whatever it was he does to her next. that whatever sounds he pulls from her are going to be worth it. that her body is going to fully appreciate all the love he lavishes upon it as he worships her with his hands and mouth before loving her to completion.

she craves everything he does to her; the way he looks at her, the way his mouth feels against hers and against her skin, how his hand feels as he brings it down against her ass, and definitely how he feels as he moves inside her. she knows he's going to make her pay for the video she's sent him, but it's going to be worth it.]

Remind me.

[her lips brush his as she murmurs the words against them, then kisses him again. she's his, utterly, and there's no one in the city, or out of it, that could make it untrue. everything he wants for them in their most private moments, she wants, too. there is no one that has ever made her body react the way he has and she never again wants to allow someone to try.]

[Ezio could be terrifying.

The things that he was capable of, the things that he was willing to do, the things he had done were enough to horrify and frighten anyone. Being the prey of an assassin could only ever end in one way.

Until now.

Never before had he felt this way about another human being. Never before had he wanted to own someone so completely that they have everything of themselves over to him completely. Never had he wanted to give so much of himself in return, heart and soul and body.

Anything Felicity wanted, everything that he was would be hers, without so much as a second thought. His love for her was endless.

Her kisses were like air, breathing life into his body and he craved them when he was alone, craved her.

Fingers flexed against her thighs in warning before he was setting her down next to the bed. They brushed over over his stomach and higher across her breast as he circled her once, before finally taking his place upon the bed, sitting on the edge and gesturing for her to come to him.]

[there was nothing that felicity didn't trust about his touch. whether a kiss that was rough or a thrust that was deep or a hand that was a swat on her backside, felicity knew that the pleasure he was going to wring from her body was not far behind. as much as she adored the soft and romantic ways that he made love to her - and he always made love to her - she craved the way he made her body sing for a release that simply wasn't as conventional as she was used to.

she wanted something more, maybe she always had, but it was only ezio that she trusted to put his hands on her that way. it was likely he didn't know it, but there was nothing he couldn't suggest that she wouldn't try at least once. her trust in him was absolute.

as he motioned her closer, she moved as if his hands were still on her, stepping between his knees, the hem of Ray's shirt brushing against her thighs. she knew she was going to pay for the video she'd sent him, she just didn't know how. and it was that delicious anticipation that had her eyes sparkling with unspoken defiance as she watched his face carefully for any sign at all of what was to come.]

[That shirt was infuriating.

It wasn't even the man who it belonged to that he had a problem with, really. Ray was a benign sort of entity, one who he knew he had nothing to fear from. No one would ever be capable of taking Felicity from him. Her heart was his to love and to hold, her body his to play with and pleasure as he wished.

No, it was the fact that she was wearing it when he was completely certain he had given her more than one of his own.]

What did I tell you about wearing these?

[the fact that he was starting with her clothing made her want to giggle aloud; sure, it might not be outright jealousy, but she had a feeling that it bothered ezio a little to see another man's clothing on the woman he claimed as his.

adopting the most innocent of looks, she reaches to hold it out from her body, then pulls up the hem to ball it in her fists at her side,, rucking it up very high on her thighs.]

You love the way my legs look in them?

[not the answer he's looking for, but since he's starting there, she figures she might as well make a game of it. after all 'these' could be any shirts. 'Oh, this is Ray's?', who knew?]

[Something flickers within the depths of those brown eyes at her response. They both know exactly what he means, just like they both know that this innocence of hers is all an act, part of the game that they only ever play with each other.

Fingers reach out, trailing along her inner thigh slowly, while his back arches, lips brushing against the other, nipping into the flesh before easing away.]

Try again.

[that thigh tenses as soon as he puts his hands on her and she inhales slowly as his mouth moves too close to her body before actually biting at her. her breathing audibly stutters and she exhales slowly before catching his eyes and doing as he says.

trying again:] You think I look sexy in Ray's shirts?

[she holds out her hands in a low gesture of surrender.]

The only man's clothes I'm allowed to wear are yours. [her voice turns low and sultry and full of want.] Because I am yours. Only yours.

Edited 2019-04-15 05:47 (UTC)

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