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[girlwednesday]

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[girlwednesday]

[the video starts and it's a good thing that she's alone, getting ready in her bathroom because oh god, the sound echoes. slamming her hand down over the devices, she picks it up and lets it play from the beginning... for science.

huh.

the third time it plays, she stops it halfway through and takes a deep breath, her mouth dry.]

Ezio. I think this was meant for someone else.

Maybe.

Maybe it wasn't, I don't know.

[collectsfeathers]

[For science. Of course.

It takes him a bit before he replies. Mostly because he actually bothered to scroll up and see what had been sent and -

- crap.

He's not embarrassed honestly. More confused, because he hadn't meant to send it to anyone at all.]

My apologies, Felicity. I did not intend to send it at all.

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So, NOT the thing you meant to send to me so we were even?

[collectsfeathers]

No, it was not.

But I suppose what I had in mind will have to wait.

[girlwednesday]

Or it doesn't.

[collectsfeathers]

Felling greedy, are we?

[girlwednesday]

Or optimistic.

[collectsfeathers]

What is it you wish to see?

[girlwednesday]

Are you taking requests, Ezio?

[collectsfeathers]

Only from you.

[girlwednesday]

[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.

[collectsfeathers]

[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.]

[girlwednesday]

[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. ♥

[collectsfeathers]

It's my pleasure, beautiful.

[Literally.]

Perhaps next time you could join me.

[girlwednesday]

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

That would be MY pleasure.

[collectsfeathers]

[Maybe he wants to.]

Then what are you waiting for?

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

[girlwednesday]

[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.

[collectsfeathers]

[Mores the pity.

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

And yet:]

Give me ten minutes.

[girlwednesday]

[And yet.]

The door's unlocked.

[collectsfeathers]

[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.]

[girlwednesday]

[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.

[collectsfeathers]

[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.

[girlwednesday]

[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.

[collectsfeathers]

[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?

[girlwednesday]

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.]