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( Sofia would rather suck on his finger and focus on the pressure against her clit, moaning shakily around the digit. She curls her tongue along the side of his thumb and slowly pulls back until he's out on a wet pop. )

You, Ezio Auditore. Ti voglio. Voglio che mi scopi... ( Both hands trail up his shoulders to the back of his head, fingers combing forward into his hair. She returns the nuzzle, his beard tickling her jaw and making her smile, her breath fanning on soft panting near his ear. )

[ His thumb leaves a wet smear across her cheek, while he turns his face toward hers. The breath in his throat catches at her admission, and serves to still his fingers between her thighs.

Half a second later and Ezio tilts his head, seeking her mouth again, kissing her with a wolfish intensity. Slipping his hands behind her knees, he neatly turns her on the sofa with a quick pull to deposit Sofia back amid the soft cushions, and climbs up there with her. ]

( She moans into his mouth, the sound muffled, keeping her fingers in his hair. Sofia wants to keep him close, forever, even as she's pulled down she doesn't allow him to break away. Her mouth moves hungrily against his, deeply, tasting the remnants of herself on his lips and tongue.

As thin as the chemise is, it's still on and it feels like it's in the way, and yet Sofia can't be bothered to do anything about it. Instead she encourages him in breathless whispers, )

Ezio, fare l'amore dolce con me, e non smettere mai.

Anything, Sofia, [ he whispers fiercely against her kiss-bruised lips, her name uttered like the softest, reverent prayer, ] Anything you desire.

[ Nestled between her thighs, he's teasing her slick cunt with his hard length. A few short, shallow strokes and then he's sheathed within her, groaning out a quiet, shaky oath, kissing her again like he'll die without the taste of her mouth, without her. ]

Ti amo.

( Her heart flutters in her chest at the way he speaks her name, draping her arm over his shoulders. He speaks like a true man on the brink of getting laid.

Of all the times to tease, those strokes wind her up for each one, and then she breathes in on a sharp inhale as he slides in and fills her deep, letting it out on panting gasp. Her broken moan is loud and then suddenly gone, swallowed under the intensity of his kiss.

Tears prick at her eyes at his confession; more like spoken like a man in love and about to make love to the one he loves. Sofia wraps both arms around him, chest squeezing, her breath shaky against his mouth as she whispers back, )

Il mio amore, la mia Ezio.

( Sofia pulls back enough to look up at him, stroking his jaw and cheek with tender brushes, then his brow. Very softly she repeats the confession, and it doesn't scare her that she means it. That it's the truth. )

Ti amo.

[ Elation floods him, and he's quite certain his heart might burst. For the first time in ages he feels...he feels like he's found home, tucked right up in Sofia's arms. How could he have been so fortunate as to have found such a brilliant, beautiful, amazing woman here, all the way in Constantinople?

Your destiny holds more for you than this, she had murmured to him earlier, and he disagrees. His destiny is right here, right now, warm beneath him, her sweet face soft beneath his caress. ]

Amore mio, Sofia.

[ Really, what else is there to say? His other hand sweeps down her side, tucking against the dip of her waist, against the curve of her hip, cupping beneath her thigh. A little extra leverage, when he shifts back and rolls his hips into hers, a deep, slow thrust into her tight, scorching heat. ]

( Sofia had only planned on having a bit of fun with him; they spend the hot afternoon being lazy together after she distracts him, and then they go their separate ways after his visit until the next time. Something they've been doing for weeks now, simple touches, flirting, only this is a big step for them with what's been said. )

Ezio... ( she moans and tilts her cheek into his palm, eyes locked with his, as her arms move back over his shoulders. There isn't anything left to say, just to enjoy each other. To explore new love. )

[ Constantinople was never meant to be anything more than work. See to the welfare of the Brotherhood, see to the keys, see to finishing what his father began so many years ago and keep whatever knowledge Altaïr has left behind safe from Templar hands. Tomorrow morning he'll be on a ship bound for Cappadocia, there's no putting that off, but he'll be back. This time, he'll be back for her.

Again and again he thrusts, an easy tempo to start, gentle introduction that gathers steam and intensity until he's got a hand braced on the sofa arm above Sofia's head, the squeak of wood a funny little counterpoint to their fevered moans and sighs. ]

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( She understands he has important business. She would never stop him or come between what he needs to do, Sofia would only do her best to support him. And continue to love him. )

Sì-- ( Her head tilts back against the sofa, neck stretched and bared, as she gets her stocking clad leg hooked over his lower back, moaning at the angle and how deep he goes. Oh how she wished they were in her bed, there would be more room. Much more room. ) More, just a little more...

[ He tastes the salt on her upper lip, his brow to hers, lost in just how good, how fucking perfect she feels, a rill of pleasure coursing down his spine, the pressure mounting. Ezio reaches back to hold her leg to him, briefly slowing, prolonging each deep stroke as if to savor her all the more, before he must return to that frenetic pace, driving hard and quick. He's so close himself, held back by his almost altogether shredded self control. ]

( A shudder rushes through her and his slower thrusts cause the pleasure to arch with her spine. She doesn't want fast, she wants it slow, but it's hard to break his pace. She cries out, mouth open under his, brows coming together. )

No no-- ( Sofia pushes at him with the rocking of her hips, leaning up with a hand to his shoulder. She wants this to last, feeling how close she is, too close. ) Sit up, I need to get this off.

( It's awkward, to say the least, her breasts hanging out while the chemise bunches under them. Or they can keep it on... )

[ She's pushing at him and he immediately stills, hurtling back from the brink, concerned. Is she-? Oh. Oh, he understands her sudden plight.

Ezio must catch his breath, smiling in relief. ] Arms up, tesoro mio. [ And he's just going to take her chemise where it's gathered uncomfortably, and pull it right up and off for her, tossing it to join his things in the chair. ]

Ah, much better. Thank you. ( A breath of relief. She'd been feeling the sweat beginning to gather underneath it.

Her back meets the sofa again and she lays there with her arms relaxed above her head, chest rising and falling. She looks up at him and smiles; they aren't done, and she's in no hurry. ) You should let me on top, Permettetemi di cavalcare te...

Prego. [ Undaunted by the break in activity, he rests above her, tracing little spirals over her hips with his fingertips. Sofia's suggestion makes him grin, admitting as his hands stray once more to her breasts, this time leaning over to pepper them with kisses, ]

Il mio preferito. Sofa or the chair?

( He'll find she's a tad ticklish around her hips, something he wouldn't have guessed with the voluminous skirts she wears daily. Sofia squirms and huffs at him, reaching down to swat at his hands but he beats her to the punch when his hands move upward. )

In qualche modo, non dovrei essere sorpreso. ( Let her enjoy the small kisses, her fingers combing through the hair at either temple with affection. ) The sofa, But, ah, there is a trick - you must not leave my body.

[ Ah, something to file away for later!

His grin only deepens at her observation, and at her "trick". ] Is that so? [ Lapping and suckling his way to her nipple, he basks in the pleasant tingle her fingers evoke. Ezio rolls his hips against hers once more, shuddering with pleasure. ] Sit up with me, Sofia.

[ When she does, he's going to pull her right close, and carry her with him when he shifts against the back of the sofa, as if she weighs nothing. ]

Sì.

( The combination of the lips working over her breast and his hips rocking into hers, Sofia pitches a soft whimper, shuddering with him. Ah, their unfinished business, how could she forget. Her fingers tighten in his hair and then release to wrap her arms over his shoulders in time for when he moves them. )

Much better, now we are on the same level. Almost.

( Kisses press to the tip of his nose and then down to his chin, moving along his jaw. Her hips begin to rock slowly; Sofia wants to be in charge again, this is her taking it back into her own hands, mouth dragging down the side of his throat to his shoulder where she bites down. )

[ He could just...not leave tomorrow. Make love to her through the night and on into the morning, forget the journey he's to undertake. He can't, of course, but it's a pleasant little fantasy to have, thus trapped beneath Sofia's warm weight and drugging kisses-

Kisses sharp on the end, the brief snap of heat on his shoulder making the wet, tight glide of her pussy all the more pleasurable. Ezio hisses between his teeth, and drags his short fingernails lightly up the curve of her ass, retaliation for the bite. ]

È stato carino. Ancora una volta, ( Sofia breathes out softly near his ear as she lifts her head, cheek rested against his. She wants to feel his nails drag up her spine and bite into her skin.

If she could, if he would stay for dinner, she wonders if she could convince him to stay the night. She would enjoy pinning him down into her bed and riding him until they could neither think nor breathe. As she's begun to now, hips rocking slow still but gradually picking up speed. )

[ He brushes a whiskered cheek to hers, and mouths his way up the shell of her ear, just as he digs his fingers into her soft skin. Ezio's nails bite this time, briefly holding her firm so he can return a few deep, lazy thrusts of his own. ] Come questo?

[ If she could, he might not leave; happily claim exhaustion as an excuse, long enough for him to regain his breath, and maybe roll Sofia onto her belly and take her from behind... there are a hundred ways he wants to enjoy her, and he can hardly stand to wait. What he does do, instead, is drop his mouth to her breasts, wet kisses taking him once more to one of her pale, pink nipples. ]

( Her moans sound softly in approval, pleased by both the nails and the way he moves his hips into hers, and her uninjured hand goes to the intricate design of wood framing the top of the sofa. ) Sì... Sì - come quello...

( If only the sofa was big enough that he could do that, pull her off and roll her over, enter her from behind. This is just as good, and as his mouth finds her breasts it's even better. Her earlier lazy movements become more demanding and she half-muffles herself against the top of his head. )

Enough with your teasing. Give me a little more, Ezio. Io sono a malapena fatto di vetro.

( To prove her point, Sofia brings her hips up and lets them drop with enough force that her toes curl, pleasuring spearing through her that, to feel it again, she does it again. Until he takes over. )

[ Ezio lets go a throaty moan with the drop of her hips against him, her name on his lips like a paean to whatever saint or force that's brought them together.

He braces his feet against the plush Turkish carpet on her floor and, taking her by the hips until his nails bite little half moons in her skin, rucks up into her deep and hard. Again, and again, his olive skin glinting with the effort, with the coil of heat and pleasure winding tighter and tighter in his groin with each hard thrust.

One of his hands slips down to find the swollen nub of her clit with his thumb, rubbing with firm circles each time she buries him inside her. His mouth leaves her breasts to find her ear, so he can whisper between her next downstroke, ]

And now, amore mio?

( He has to know just how far he's pushing her to the breaking point each time his hips snap up to meet hers. He has to know. Sofia lets herself go then, working her hips to match his demanding pace, her moans turning into cries that she tries to quiet into his shoulder or biting her lip, her panting turning breathless.

His name follows on a particularly broken sound and her hips can't quite find the rhythm they'd had before his fingers had found her clit. Sofia presses close on a hitching sob of breath, tilting her ear against the hot breath and his mouth, trembling against him she's so close. )

It is - it is - ( Her body shudders and goes tight, her hips rocking desperately against his fingers and the hair at his lower stomach, anything for the extra dragging friction, as if the finish line is within plain view and she'll do whatever it takes to reach it. At the same time her bandaged hand wraps over his bicep, nails biting into the muscle.

Sofia shakes her head, turns it in to bury her face against his jaw, sweat dampening her hair to her temple and cheek. ) Non è sufficiente - non abbastanza.

[ It's not enough for her, but he's undaunted even as he's so, so close himself, holding her by the hip so tight he's sure to leave marks in her pale, untouched skin. Ezio's firm strokes turn rough, giving Sofia more of what she needs, hard pressure from his slick fingers as he seeks to help her find that edge and tip her from it.

He vocalizes his encouragement, tight groans to punctuate his gasps, leaving reckless kisses strewn from her throat to her shoulder. ]

( It's like he knows exactly what she needs, the right amount of pressure to apply, how that added sting of his hips beating up into hers helps in toppling her over that edge. Everything he does, his sounds and his words, Sofia feels herself bear down in one tight clench and the pleasure breaks her as it's gotten to be too much, her cry of pleasure one to be also considered as triumphant.

She can't stop shaking, curling forward against him as she drowns in the sensations on whimpering moans and panting breaths. )

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ezio get out

nope can't won't!

this thread is so rude

they're just awful 83

very awful 8(

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