girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[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.

[Depends on the marriage, really.]

Yeah. [She admits it as she leans back to look at him with a sheepish smile.] It kinda happens when you don't have one.

[She spreads her hands before lifting a cup and bringing it out to him.] You get attached to everyone else's.

That is unfortunate. [He takes the cup when it's offered to him carefully, mindful that none of the hot liquid spills on either of them.]

I would have thought a beautiful woman like you would have many suitors.

[Felicity sighs, then leans back a little to look at him.]

I am married, Ezio. He's here. [She motions with the spoon she's using to a vague place outside the window.] He's a submissive. He.

[And she's back to the tea.] He has no idea we're married.

[W E L P. THAT'S -

THAT SURE IS SOMETHING.

SOMETHING.

THAT CERTAINLY IS.]

Felicity I -

[What is he even supposed to say to that?

That she was married and her husband was here but he didn't even know.]

- I am sorry. I did not know. That must be very difficult for you.

[Trust Felicity to make things awkward and then try to play it off. With an audible psh sound, she shrugs and tries to make it better.]

It's fine. We've. You know, been through worse.

Worse than this?

[He makes a sweeping gesture with his arms as he speaks. Honestly, he's been through much worse than this place himself, but he sincerely hopes not everyone has.]

It's a complicated life.

[he gets a smile over the cup.]

[He gets the distinct feeling that there is more to it than that.

But he lets it go.]

So, you are going to teach me how to use these things.

[He takes the cube phone from his pocket and gesture with it.]

Yes! [yes. thank you, Ezio. that's what she needs is something else to ramble about. thank you.

she sets the cup down and moves back into the room to take it from him and moving the couch.]

So, first thing...

[and she's off to the races, waiting until he joins her before she goes into anything too deep. after a few minutes, she looks to see if his eyes have glazed over.] Let me show you something fun.

[candy crush! on the tablet she pulls off the table.]

[Oh, his eyes have definitely glazed over. He has absolutely no idea what she's talking about half the time, but he tries his best to listen, to be a good student.

When she reaches for the tablet and tell's him it's going to be something fun he welcomes the reprieve, shifting slightly so he'll be just a bit closer.]

Please tell me this is not as complicated as everything else.

[sometimes, despite the way ezio dresses, it's easy to forget that he's from a long time ago.]

It's not. It's a match game. Watch. [She's created a second game identity so he can start at level one and go from there. A swipe here, a swipe there...] It's pretty easy. Here.

[she hands him the tablet.]

[He had been blessed with both good and very expensive taste. Thankfully it had seemed to translate rather well when it came to modern clothing.

Of course, it also gave the illusion that he was from a time far more advanced than he was. Do you have any idea how many microwaves he's ruined?]

If you say so.

[But he watches her carefully. It doesn't look that difficult. So he takes the device carefully, fingers feeling too big for the screen as he starts swiping randomly.

Which, unsurprisingly, gets him no where.]

[watching the candies bounce back into place as the matches aren't made, she waits to see if he gets the hang of it and then... bites her lip as he doesn't get the hang of it at all.]

Okay, like this. The purple? Three in a row. [she leans over his leg to make the move.] And the blue. Four in a row here-- [she does it again, and green ones disappear as well.] You're looking for patterns in the screen.

[She sits back and looks up at him with an expectant smile.]

[He watches her carefully, eyes trained on the way her fingers move over the screen, seeing how the candies match up and disappear.

There's a match in the lower corner, three reds, and he swipes his finger across them and watches as they disappear.]

Like that? [Then another, and another. Until he's cleared out the level there's little happy smiling cartoons telling him he did it.]

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