girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[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.

[it could be interpreted as some kind of threat, but oh god does she know it's a delicious kind of promise that she's looking forward to his keeping even as she tugs him gently toward the edge of the bed. she stops there to touch him again, her own hands going to his hips, admiring with her hands how wide they are. he's thick - not just between his thighs - but everywhere and she leans in to run her hands over the curve of his ass.

a kiss is pressed to the place near his heart because she's feeling slightly sentimental. what he considers to be a disaster in the making she knows will be, but she's not going to face those regrets just yet. instead, she turns her back to him, still on her feet, only facing the bed now. taking one of his hands, she guides it back to her breast, the one he's neglected, the other goes to her hip - maybe a little lower.

she can feel his cock brush against her backside and she arches into it just a little, her hair between them tickling her back and possibly his chest.]

[Those soft lips press against his skin, against the place where his heart beats so strongly - and he can feel it skip a beat at her touch, before fluttering back to life in a more rapid, pounding rhythm. This is where he should stop her, this is where he should tell her they've crossed a line. That his heart - their hearts have nothing to do with seduction, with sex, with what is currently taking place.

But he doesn't, because the disaster has already begun and the rot will set in soon and they might as well enjoy this while they can.

His hand works her breast, alternating between soft squeezes and teasing her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger before circling around it slowly. His other hand slips downwards from her hip to her heat, slips back her slick outer walls to slide two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out in a perfect mimicry of what he desires to do with the thick cock currently straining against his stomach.

Lips ghost over the sensitive flesh of her neck, teeth sinking into a pulse point as he works her.]

[it's a tenderness she can hardly afford when her heart is so close to being shattered by emotion as it is, but she arches into his touch and even brings her hands up to hold his close to her body, encouraging him to continue. she can't help the reactions, aware that she's warm and soft to the touch, her breathing rapid as he draws the pleasure from her with just his hands.

she tilts her head to give him better access to the bare skin there, sighing her happiness with the way his mouth feels. rocking against his fingers, felicity tightens against them, also mimicking what she's going to do once he's buried as deep inside her as he can go.

a quiet whisper of his name:] Ezio--

[because she wants him to know that she's so ready for him. he can feel how wet she is and she knows how hard he is. holding his hands allows her to ensure that he continues rather than simply teases her and she doesn't stop there, finally whimpering as his fingers draw another response from her.]

[She says his name, breathes it to life on the quietest whisper and it sends a spark of electric heat dancing along the length of his spine. Sends his hips rolling forward in a desperate movement, their bodies providing just enough friction to soothe the burning need. She's so slick and ready, all welcomed heat and tight walls that spasm around his fingers perfectly.

A soft sound of his own falls from deep with his throat as he slips them from her, both hands going to her hips as he moves her, positioning her until he can line up the weeping head of his cock with her entrance. Until he can slip inside, maddeningly slow, inch by inch until he bottoms out.]

[there is nothing about him that doesn't fit against her body perfectly. his hands had taken her breasts in full, his fingers had stroked her in a dizzingly perfect way and now this. his cock fills her and she feels every inch as he pushes inside her, closing her eyes to savor the sensation of being filled by the same hardness she'd teased with her fingertips. she can picture it in her mind, the knowledge that he's inside her causes her to tighten around him involuntarily as she catches her breath.

bracing herself on the mattress, first with the palms of her hands, then lowering herself onto her elbows, felicity drops her forehead to the bed, then tips it to the side, blonde hair spilling down her back and onto her face. she pushes it back, then looks over her shoulder at him, eyes darkening with lust. her breathing is quickened and she's practically panting as she eases back to fuck herself against his cock, hoping he doesn't hold back.]

[Air catches painfully within his lungs as he tries to force himself to be patient, to wait for her to adjust herself, to not just drive into her with wild abandon. Wide hands smooth down over her back as she lowers herself onto the mattress, sliding into long blonde hair and tangling, pulling lightly, just enough to cause a light jolt of pain. While the other goes to her thigh, nails digging into the skin before placing a gentle slap on one ass cheek and then the other.

Until she drives herself back, fucking herself on his length and he reaches for her arms, taking both of them and tugging, lifting her up and suspending her above inches above the bed. It changes the angle in which he leaves and enters her, allows him to go deeper with each thrust, until the sound of skin slapping against skin and her name falling from his lips filled the room.]

[it's been way too long since someone's been just rough enough with her to force the pleasure through her with a little bit of pain. this is what she misses, something that takes her outside the role of the good girl and she responds to the slap with a cry that tells ezio just how much she likes it, echoing the sound when he does it again to the other side. there's no resistance at all to his pulling her arms back, the resulting brush of her nipples against the cotton of the sheets almost unbearably arousing. if she wasn't used to a little big of friction and a bit of tugging on them, she might have objected. as it is, she's so turned on by how he's holding her just off the bed that she's dripping.

it'll be so easy to get addicted, something she knows she can't afford just as much as she knows she can't avoid it. she doesn't want to.

the sound of their fucking, the sound of his cock as it thrusts in and out of her body goes just in time with the way he says her name and she finally gives in, whimpering along with him. soft sounds at first until she's actively moaning for him to move deeper and harder. ]

[Ezio knows how to be sweet, how to be kind and gentle. How to make love slowly, passionately. But it was crystal clear that wasn't what she needed, what she wanted. No, everything about her body was begging to be fucked, to be taken roughly, to have her hair pulled and her ass slapped, for marks to be left upon her skin. For her to be left tried and sated and sore in all the best ways.

Her voice lifted beautifully, moans of his name, soft request for him to go deeper, to go harder, and he answered in kind, widening his stand just enough to put even more power behind each thrust. To make each one long and deep, bottoming out within her dripping walls before pulling out until nothing but the tip of his thick cock remained inside her.

His grip on her tightens, wrapping one hand around both her wrist, leaving the other free to smooth along the line of her back, to dig blunt nails into her hip, to tangle into her hair and tug. To slap her ass as it bounces for him.]

[perhaps she'd gotten too caught up in her emotions when she'd touched him, allowed herself to kiss him, even asked him to come see her. if she'd then followed it up with something soft and tender and full of even more emotions - something face to face - there would have been no coming back. as it is, she knows this changes things in a way she can't examine too deeply, not now.

instead, she focuses on how it feels to have him so deep inside her that she feels every inch bottom out inside her, touching her deeper than anyone has in months. that's why she's moaning, writhing against him as she works back against him, begging him for more. when that more comes, she's not prepared.

the slap to her bare skin is rewarded with the sharp cry of his name and a quiet, 'again' as she arches her back for him. Her shoulders will be sore later, but it'll be worth it. The orgasm she's reaching for is there, low in her core, and she knows it's going to hit with an intensity she's been waiting for for a long, long time.]

[It was better this way. Better if they could come away from this calling it what it appeared to be. Him giving her something she needed, something she'd waited far too long for. Nothing more and nothing less. No feelings involved past those of a blossoming friendship. The truth could lie within the darkness and never be exposed, so long as neither of them ever brought it to the light.

Again. Begging had never sounded as sweet as it does coming from her lips, his name sounding in her voice as she arches for him. And he gives in easily, open palm coming down upon her flesh a little harsher, leaving a bright pink imprint behind before delivering a second directly after. Fingers gripped her hip, squeezing once, twice, using the hold to help guide her backwards.

He can feel how close she is, how her walls tighten and flex around him as he drives into her. Leaning down, his hand smoothes over her back, pushing messy blond hair over one shoulder, leaving him free to whisper into her ear.]

You feel so good, Felicity. But you'll feel even better after you come for me.

[that darkness was more than what he was giving her here, more than what she craved from him, more than the addiction he was feeding now. it was something delicate and soft, something that defied the word darkness, even if it belonged there, and she ached with it even as his hand came down against her skin, she felt it there, simmering, deep inside her. it was there, something she couldn't give words to, wasn't allowed to acknowledge, but it was there.

his hands over her skin set her on fire as she becomes brightly aware that she's going to do exactly as he claims and come just for him.] Yes...

[it's a soft whimper, it's followed by his name and a whine of desire, her movements speeding up as much as they can.] God, Ezio, please. I need this. I need--

[though as soon as she says it, she comes in a spectacular display of tightening muscles and low moans of his name and how good he is, her body fucking back against him until she can't anymore and the only thing holding her up is his grip on her wrists.]

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