girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[So he was. So he had seen the beauty of Rome, of Florence, of Venice. Had seen and owned paintings by artist that were now so famous they were known by name alone. Had slept with women who were considered the most beautiful of their time.

All of it was true.

But none of them held a candle to her. Not when she was standing there before him, bathed in soft life, wearing the dress that he had bought her in his colors. Not when her hair cascaded down over her shoulders and her eyes were bare, free of the glasses she normally wore. There was something softer about her, something ethereal and beautiful beyond all else.

How much he loved her likely blinded him, at least a little, but he honestly didn't care.

Reaching for her hand, he lifts it slowly, pressing his lips to the back before intertwining their fingers.]

Are you ready, my love?

[Every single time he touches her, Felicity feels her heart skip several beats. It feels like it's been so long, though it's been less than twenty-four hours, and his lips are warm and inviting against her skin. Her breath catches and her stomach clenches as her love spikes hard. It's intense, every emotion he draws out of her, but she doesn't regret any of it.

Felicity squeezes his fingers lightly as she nods.]

You haven't said where we're going. [Glancing down at her dress, she pulls on the skirt just a little as she swings her hips slightly.] Somewhere nice?

[There were times when he touched her simply to see the response it garnered, simply to see how her face would morph and light up, change into that of happiness despite whatever emotion she had been wearing before. Feeling her skin against his own is almost magical, like a bolt of lightning shooting along his spine and straight into his heart.

If there had ever been any doubt that he loved her, it was always erased the moment he touched her.]

You will see soon enough. [Using their intertwined fingers, he spun her slowly before him, completing one turn and end on a half, so that her back was towards him. The soft sound of fabric against fabric could be heard before black silk was being lifted over her eyes.]

[Soon enough.

Felicity trusts him beyond all things, so she's not startled, exactly, when the black silk covers her eyes. They've done far more risque things in bed (and in public), but she feels her breath catch and her heart start to pound in anticipation for what it is he has planned. Her fingers come up to tease at the edges of the fabric, just to see how tight he's going to make it, then they drop back down to her side.

Her other hand reaches for his again, finding nothing but air and she says his name quietly.]

Ezio?

I am here. my love.

[Arms slowly wrap around her from behind, encircling her waist and drawing her in, until his lips can press against the warmth of her neck. Until his hands can slide down and take one of hers, moving away and beginning to lead her back in the direction of the elevators.]

[she knew he wasn't going to leave her standing there in the middle of the lobby, dressed as she was with a silk blindfold on for whoever might pass by, but it was comforting to wrapped in his arms and feel his kiss against her neck. it brought a tender smile to her face and, as he pulled back, she may have given a soft, involuntary sound of objection.

letting him lead her to the elevators, she takes confident steps though she can't see. she honestly doubts that he's leading her into danger.]

I could have met you upstairs.

[there's amusement in her tone.]

DUPLICITY → CONTACT

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