girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

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

Ask me anything.

We do not have this sort of technology at home. I am curious to know more about it.

I can tell you almost anything you want to know about your phone, but I also have a tablet from home that I can teach you on.

Which do you prefer?

Perhaps you could show me both.

I'd love to. When do you want to get started?

Are you free tomorrow night?

I am. Would you like to come over?

If you would not mind. It is normally a little busy here.

I don't mind at all.

[Wait... busy?]

Any time is good for me, I'll be here all night.

[And she'll be in her element. Technology!]

[Listen it's. It's a long story.

But just as promised he'll be there the next night, around seven in the evening, knocking lightly at her door.]

[How complicated?]

Come on in.

[She answers the door with a smile and a wave of her hand as she welcomes him in. She figures that he wants the peace and quiet, so she doesn't have anything going - TV, radio, etc.]

[I mean, isn't that goal of all self-respecting hoes?]

Thank you for having me.

[There's a charming smile gracing his features as he moves inside, taking a quick glance around before focusing in on her.]</small. You are even more beautiful than I imagined.

[The compliment slows her as she shuts the door and she really takes him in as she does so. He's extremely attractive, and he probably knows it, so she doesn't say that. Instead, she goes with:]

And you're... taller than I imagined.

[Because she's incredibly smooth like that.]

[Oh, he definitely knows exactly how attractive he is, but his ego honestly knows no bounds.

Her words only make him smirk.]

I have not heard that one before.

[He's only 6'1" is that really so tall?]

[Felicity isn't normally one to pander to an ego, but that smirk just hits when she's getting pity sex because of quotas and she's not really feeling all that great about herself. Plus, he called her beautiful.

She'll feed that ego for a minute. Plus, he might be 6'1", but that's eight inches taller than she is and everyone knows that eight inches is huge. In any direction.]

Just because. You know. [She makes a useless motion to indicate just how tall he is. And then motions to her bare, pedicured feet. Because it matters.] Tall. Not tall.

[She inhales.] Do you want something to drink?

[His eyes follow the movements of her hand, although she's really not pointing out anything he hadn't already noticed.]

I like my women short.

[Let it never be said that he doesn't lay the charm on nice and thick. Especially with the way she had reacted to the first compliment.]

Tea. If you have it.

[The way he says it - my women - implies in some way that he plans on making Felicity one of them and her brows furrow only slightly and only very briefly. She steps toward the kitchen because she does have the tea he requested and she glances back over her shoulder because she feels like she ought to dispute the 'my women' comment and yet... she's not sure how.

The water is put to the electric kettle and then she leans against the entrance to the living room, watching him. He really is gorgeous.] How many do you have? [Okay, so maybe she's a little flustered.] Women, I mean. You said you like your women short and I'm just wondering how many that is. That you have. [Ahem.] Short women. Or tall ones that you don't like.

[Her cheeks flush as it becomes apparent that he's succeeded in getting under her skin and her entire body reacts to the idea that he has more than one woman stashed somewhere.

.. oh. It's busy. At his place. And then the kettle goes.]

[Ezio had almost - almost - forgotten that she liked to talk so much. Like a female version of Leonardo that had been born in a different century with much better toys.]

Not as many as you are probably thinking.

[That amused smirk only grows at her words, at the idea that he has some harem of women hidden away somewhere.

But the sound of the kettle going off interrupts his thoughts, and now he's the one leaning against the doorway between the kitchen and living room, watching her carefully as she moved.]

I did not ask you to come to my apartment because I have made an agreement with one of my submissives that I will not bring others to the room we share. I am sorry for not explaining.

Oh, you don't. [Now she feels incredibly stupid. Silly. Not like she'd been thinking, really.] You don't have to explain...

[She trails off and thinks about what he's just said.]

You and your submissive an agreement to-- [Interesting.] Is there a reason why?

[Her question gives him pause, makes him think for a moment about how best to answer.]

It is a little complicated. But I respect her very much. And so I want the place where she sleeps to be only for us.

[Given the lengthy pause, Felicity wonders if there's more to his feelings than simple respect, though she doesn't call attention to it by asking. Her curiousness, in this case, will go unappeased.]

That's understandable. Like a marriage bed.

[WELL. Sometimes things just come out anyway.]

[There is a very distinct look upon his face at the word 'marriage'. Something like a mix of 'Do not want and 'Oh god no'.]

No. Not like a marriage bed. I do not think I am the marriage bed type.

[NOT what she was expecting, but also not what she meant, exactly.]

No, I just meant. [A breath.] You know how it is when you have something with someone that you don't want anyone else to intrude upon.

[She looks up from the kettle at him.] Like that.

[Listen, marriage would kind of put an end to his hoeage. And he's just not ready to give that up yet.]

Yes. It is kind of like that. [There's an amused smile upon his face as he says it though.] You are very interested in my love life.

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