girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[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.]

[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. ♥

It's my pleasure, beautiful.

[Literally.]

Perhaps next time you could join me.

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

That would be MY pleasure.

[Maybe he wants to.]

Then what are you waiting for?

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

[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.

[Mores the pity.

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

And yet:]

Give me ten minutes.

[And yet.]

The door's unlocked.

[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.]

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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?

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.]

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.

[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.

[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?

[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.]

[She touches him, fingers running along his length and he's completely certain that this is what heaven feels like. It was no secret that he'd had plenty of sex since arriving within this city - but there were certain instances where it was so much better than anything else.

The night of Asra's party with Neria. The night he had finally given in and gone to Marlo. The first time with 2B.

And this? This was definitely one of them.

Those fingers dip below the thin band, sinking into her heat, the pad of a single one skimming over her clit before retreating completely.]

[her breath catches as his finger strokes the slickness between her folds, teasing over her clit. her free hand goes to his arm to hold him there as a shiver slides down her spine and her nipples tighten.

it's not at all cold in her apartment, but the deep arousal she's feeling is evident in all ways as he touches her and felicity wants nothing more to feel him inside her as she comes around him. she wants to feel him come and, to avoid embarrassing herself with another bit of rambling words, she licks her lips and exhales slowly, her hand stroking him once, then again.]

I want to feel you inside me.

[Part of him desires to stay here, as they are, standing in her living room, teasing with nothing more than light, barely there touches and flashes of pleasure until one of them gives in and pushes the other against the wall.

The rest of him had already given in and is wrapping his fingers around the flimsy material of her panties and tugging, the sound of fabric ripping as they slide from her body filling the air. Those same hands find the curves of her hips, slowly encouraging her to step backward, kicking his pants fully off and away as they move towards the solid expanse of wall.]

Anyway you want.

Every way.

[it's a little breathless, a combination of obvious desire and something underlying, something she doesn't want to explore too deeply, this thing that's changed because of her greed at seeing him and wanting him. the chill of the wall urges her to arch her back just a little, her breasts brushing against his bare chest and she gives a small gasp as her nipples tighten into aching points.]

Tell me what you want.

[Ezio knows exactly what it is that's changed. Can name the exact moment when it changed, when it went from something fun with no string attached to whatever it is now.

And he realizes that this is what keeps happening. He keeps catching feelings for the wrong people and he's the one who ends up damaged because of it. But he can't stop it. Wouldn't even if he could.

Slowly his hand lifts to palm the soft mound of her breast, thumb flicking over the hardened peak of her nipple, teasing mercilessly as he massages.]

I want you on your knees so I can fuck you from behind.

[it tickles, what he's doing to her nipple, and she wants to tweak it to stop the awful way it causes her entire core to heat up from the inside, but instead her eyes widen slightly at his directive. not the wall, then.

her eyes flicker toward the bed and she licks her lips in anticipation before reaching down and taking his free hand in hers.]

I'm not risking rug burn. The sheets are softer.

[maybe it's a bad time for a joke, but if he wants her on her knees or even wants to bend her over, he's going to have to do it in there.]

[As if he can read her mind his thumb flicks again, slower this time, circling the hardened peak before tweaking it between it and his forefinger, easing the ache he knows he's caused.

But then she takes his hand and makes her intention clear, eyes shifting from her form to the bed, his own fingers tightening around hers as he moves away, taking careful steps backward as he leads her towards it.]

That is alright. I will have to leave marks in other places.

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