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[It occurs to him that he might have made his own bed by allowing her above him in such a way. He doesn't mind a single bit, but as she continues to tease him slowly with 'what could be', he begins to slowly lose bits of his composure. He lets out a groan, pleased by the sensations she's managing to bring several parts of his body.

It's only fair he returns the favour, hiking her shift up slightly so he can bring both his hands around to her backside and squeeze it with both hands.]

( Indeed he has, and the fact that he is as eager as she is but increases her ardour. Heat burns in her eyes as she continues to rock her hips against his, the fingers upon his backside flexing again until her nails dig gently into his skin. Let him come undone; that is what she wants to accomplish, to witness and feel. Making him lose control is far too fun, whether she retains hers or nay.

In fact, she is hoping that he causes her to lose hers, as well. Let them be lost together. She releases a soft, pleasured sound, craning her neck so that she can nip along his bottom lip and then kiss him deeply.

The fact that the rate of her breath has picked up is no bother as she takes in air through her nose instead, the better to make this last as long as possible. )

[By now his erection is straining against the fabric of his pants to the point of near pain, if not for the constant friction afforded by her movements. He groans louder, and squeezes her ass again while his other hand grabs the shift covering her and begins to lift it upwards in an effort to pull it off of her. His pants may be impossible to remove, but the same does not apply to her clothes.]

Non ero a conoscenza ti è piaciuto prendere in giro, Elizabeth...

[He chides in his mother tongue, grinning up at her before he lets out another moan and then grinds his hips upwards against her.]

( There is an ease to this—because she cares for him, because she is beginning to place her trust in him—and because for a refreshing change, there is no ill magic in the air courtesy of one of the witches. So when afforded an opportunity to be herself and indulge in a bit of mischief: she will. She rocks her hips into his insistently, moaning softly as the dampness grows between her thighs. And still—she's laughing, her eyes sparkling with the playfulness she's not expected to feel.

It is entirely his doing. )

You have no idea. ( She grins, leaning forward to brush her nose against his in an affectionate gesture. ) By the time we are done, you may well think me an imp.

( But she arches up, shifting so that he can tug the shift higher, a deep sigh escaping her at the firm squeeze against her rear. Elizabeth gives him a look, once the fabric is gone and forgotten where it has landed, and reaches her free hand between them to play along the fastenings of his breeches, light, still teasing. She knows what he wants, but will happily make him deal with this sweet torment a little longer, in essence. )

I-Hnn... I'm going to get you back at some point, I promise th-that.

[Not tonight, or tomorrow, but at some point in the future he will make her pay for every second of this. Of course, nothing malicious to be sure, she will definitely enjoy it as much as he's enjoying this. When the shift comes free, he doesn't see an opportunity for true revenge, but to get a bit of satisfaction.

The continued motions of her hips continue to make his breathing heavier and his noises a little louder as it grows closer to the point of becoming unbearable. His hands slide up her stomach, coming to her breasts that he squeezes, rubbing his fingers and palm over the soft skin.]

She may act the imp, but does the voice match?

[Immediately after his words, he gives both of her nipples gentle pinches, tugging on them carefully to try and elicit a few more sounds from her.]

If you want to f-feel really good, I promise you it will feel a lot better without the clothes, Elizabeth...

[She can even continue the grinding she seems to enjoy doing, but for the sake of mercy, please remove his pants!]

Edited 2016-02-10 07:28 (UTC)

Is that a threat or a promise? ( The way she poses the question is telling: though breathy and husky with want, her voice holds much amusement, as well. Surging forward, she gives a healthy nip to his lower lip and squeezes her hips down firmly against his. Then she cants her head to whisper in his ear: ) Please do let it be both. Then I shall doubly look forward to that time, whenever it should come.

( Implying, naturally, that it won't occur for a while. Elizabeth is still new to many things, as he, himself is now keenly aware, but teasing is not one of them. In that, both of them have met their match, it seems. Her nostrils flare as she inhales sharply, and a strong shudder rolls down along the length of her spine.

Those hands are skilled, all right. And he has found somewhere she is particularly sensitive. Not the most surprising of places, perhaps, but all the same; the rocking of her hips becomes more urgent, nearly erratic. And in that moment, she grins down at him, her expression alight. )

I believe you are thinking of a nymph, or a siren. Not an imp, then. Fortunately for me.

( She does make a soft, keening sort of whimper, and finally, at last; she tugs at the fastenings of his breeches to relive the pressure they have placed upon him. Her breath is hot against the shell of his ear as she shifts her free hand to help its mate push his pants down to his knees. )

Indeed? Should I test this theory? ( She does not wait to hear his reply, as she is already arching her hips downward to press against him again, smearing his skin with the dampness of her. In this moment, she cannot care less. )

Edited (typo) 2016-02-11 01:43 (UTC)

Mm... They don't do you justice, Elizabeth.

[And he means that, giving her earlobe a gentle nip as if to punctuate his point before soothing his tongue along the spot to soften the pain. While she works on his clothes, he shows her no mercy now knowing that her breasts are particularly sensitive. His hands incessantly massage the skin with his palms while his fingers continue to roll her nipples. At one point he quickly licks his fingertips so the sensation is a bit different since he's in no position to use his mouth on them.

There's a sound of relief as his cock is freed from it's confinement and he seems to sprawl across the bed under her at the sensation. At her question, he lets out a faint laugh.]

Allow me...

[Shifting his hands down to her waist, he pulls her down and forward to roll her hips along his, pulling her dampness along his length.]

No? And here, both sides of my family claim descent from a river nymph. Though... ( She laughs, leaning forward to nip along his jawline. ) she was allegedly half-fish.

Perhaps it is not such a bad thing to be unlike her.

( The flash of pain caused by the gentle bite of his teeth against the softness of her skin draws a sharp hiss of pleasure from her, and a shiver down her spine. With the actions he takes now, she is left wondering just which of them is truly the imp here. Eventually, the attention he gives her breasts becomes too much for her to bear. She arches forward, pushing herself into his hands, closer to his touch, and releases a low moan.

In her eyes, there is a look which promises vengeance for this. And it will be very sweet indeed for him. )

Yes—

( At last. Elizabeth closes her eyes, and rolls her hips again, her wetness only increasing with the greater amount of friction between her thighs. The rhythm continues for a while, until her lashes flutter and open wide, dark and full of need. Abruptly, she reaches between them, and grasps him with one of her hands. Her fingers squeeze, once, and then she guides him into her. The feeling of fullness sees her lashes fluttering again, and a deep sigh escaping her lips. Her other hand lifts to grasp his own at her hip, and holds tightly.

Maybe there has been enough teasing for one night. )

[Oh, he's sure she'll get him back. But not until she's been paid back in full for the teasing leading up to this moment. In the meantime, Ezio is quite pleased to have pulled a few noises from her. He's not so silent himself either, groaning as she grinds her body against his cock.

When she shifts, pulling off of him, at first he worries that this is her revenge, denying the very thing they were leading up to. That thought is quickly dashed as she pushes herself down on his length and pulls a low groan from him as she sheathes herself on him.

Unable to keep himself still for very long, he gives his hips a buck upwards into her.]

( As he bucks up into her, her hips jerk sharply forward, until she is sheathed upon him to the hilt. A long, soft hiss is drawn between her clenched teeth, and she turns her head to capture his mouth in a heated, hungry kiss. Let him feel the fire he has kindled in her. Every inch of her feels hot—too hot, as though someone truly has doused her in oil and struck a flint to her.

Elizabeth releases another whimper, muffled by the firm press of her mouth against his own. Her tongue rubs along his own, tempting and teasing him in ways she'd had no patience for with the rest of her body. She reaches for his hands, grasps them tightly and then squeezes—gently. A stark contrast, perhaps, but as urgent as things feel with her blood singing in her veins, she wishes to make a point to acknowledge the little bit of emotional intimacy they've begun together here.

They are friends now, and no mere strangers or acquaintances. To her, that means a great deal. Thinking about it causes her to moves her hips again, a long, slow roll and rocking which seems to draw out the sensation they feel. She draws in a sharp breath through her nose, and shivers against him as a moan rises in the back of her throat. )

[He's hardly silent, letting out a strained noise as her body shifts above him and provides delightful friction where their bodies meet. The next movement is a little gentler, a steady thrust upwards that only bounces her a little bit. Certainly not enough strength to interrupt the moment they share with their hands clutched tightly together with all their fingers interlacing one and another.

Ezio manages a warmer smile before returning that hungry kiss against her lips. With no more restraint, he moves his hips to match her own, pushing upwards against hers as she rolls down against him. Heavy breaths escape his nostrils while his tongue wrestles against hers. It's slow going at first, but most assuredly, he starts to move his hips harder and progressively faster against her own.]

( She has no idea why she had expected it to be slow; the pair of them combined have enough enthusiasm and energy to power the entire Crossing on their own, it seems. She lets out a soft, keening whimper as his pace picks up and his tongue wrestles with her own, because she is just about to lose herself again. And the prospect is enough to give her a good deal of pleasure.

Her breath grows shallow and quick, her nostrils flaring as a result while she stubbornly refuses to break away and part from their kiss. In fact; she takes his tongue into her mouth, something she has long since learned how to do and only recently realised how similar it is to something else they have done, and begins to suck lightly upon it.

The rhythm of her own hips is more demanding as time goes on, easily enough to match him. The sensation causes heat to twine through her veins, starting from the pit of her belly. It's addictive, and she increases her own pace faster still to intensify it. )

[He shifts where he lays, changing the position only slightly by sitting up so he's closer to being level with her, even if the position prevents that from being completely the case. His breathing gets heavier as they continue to move faster and harder against one and another. He groans loudly as she begins to suck on his tongue, thinking immediately back to that similar act they had done.

By now, he's giving her a good display of his own strength as he bounces her on his lap from his hips alone with only a bit of assistance from his hands keeping them steady on the bed.]

( He cannot know it, but he shifts them into her favourite position. It drives him deeper into her, and stimulates her in the way she likes best all at once—and as a result she releases a louder, keening moan. Her teeth nip at his tongue, and her hips buck hard against his own. Once, twice, again and again and again.

By this point, she can't think; only hear the ragged sound of their breathing, taste him on her tongue, and feel him move within her. Her fingers flex where her hands are braced against the column of his spine, and by instinct, she drags her nails lightly down along it, until she can add the feel of his skin beneath her hands to the tally of things contributing to her sensory overload.

Elizabeth shifts her hips, changing up their angle until they all-but click together, and a low, ragged moan ends up muffled by the dance of their tongues. )

[That reaction is enough to inform him of an ideal position to use in the future of their interactions. Guaranteed there will be a "lot" more of them after something like this. He enjoys her company too much to consider anything else. His movements grow a bit more desperate as he starts to feel a familiar build-up in his body.

The changes in angle by her are rewarded with some louder moans from him being muffled against her lips and tongue until he's forced to break away to catch his breath. Dark eyes stare at her through heavy eyelids as his hands grip more tightly at her thighs. The added bit of purchase is good as his movements start to lose any semblance of control and restraint.

Ezio leans in, whispering her name among moans as he nips and kisses her neck.]

( Where they've found purchase, her fingernails dig lightly into his skin. A fine sheen of sweat forms upon her body, almost causing her to seem to glow with the exertion of it as her breath runs ragged and shallow. In this place where so many have come and gone since her arrival, he is one of the few she has come to trust. If she has her say, there will most assuredly be many, many more encounters like this one. Tingles sing along her skin and set further fire to her blood as they move together, her hips bucking off-kilter with their set rhythm in her urgency.

Before they must part to regain their breath, she gives a gentle nip to his lower lip, and soothes the hurt with the tip of her tongue. She likes him like this; breathless, and without inhibition. Wild. To keep him that way, she gives him a feral little smirk, and promptly squeezes the muscles within her, further tightening herself about him. Each movement feels better than the last; stimulating her in more ways than she can count, until she feels oversensitive everywhere, and the blaze banked high and bright in the pit of her stomach flares and consumes her.

A sharp, breathless moan and the murmur of his name is all the warning he has before she tightens about him again, and her body is wracked with the force of her climax. She is without control or thought, moving with more force than she might ordinarily, her breath coming in heavy gasps and her body trembles against his.

She is quite thoroughly undone. )

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