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[assassino]

[Ezio is thinking about how much better things are as of late. Things are perking up a bit –– not only in the figurative sense, but the literal sense, as well. He may not be able to sleep with his girlfriend, but he can forget about that when he has Lana's mouth traveling down his abdomen and then wrapped around his cock.

That is very nice. Very, very nice. He'd love to return the favour, but he's not going to push his luck.

So there they are, stretched out on the couch together in the aftermath, and Ezio feels like he could do this for hours yet, but cuddling is nice, too. Especially cuddling where he can have his hands on her butt, pressed to her body-to-body.

He makes a pleased noise, under his breath.]

We should do this more often.

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[luthored]

She's a friend from home. Well, sort of. She calls me 'Aunt'. It's an alternate universe...thing.

[assassino]

I see. Stephanie warned me that she has a short temper, and she was right. Will she not be upset that I have stolen away her aunt?

[luthored]

...I guess that depends on how you two know each other. What do you mean short temper?

[ Kara definitely has a short temper. That seems to be the truth in either universe. ]

[assassino]

She started yelling for no reason.

[luthored]

[ A slow, loud slurp of her pop, with her best 'Not buying it' face. Try again. ]

[assassino]

... I told her to wear pants!

[luthored]

[ Abruptly choking on said pop, having taken way too big of a drink because of her dramatic stare, as she tries not to spit it right into his face. With her arm covering her mouth, Lana manages to swallow so she can let out a bout of laughter even more hysterical than the one earlier. ]

Oh my God! Ezio!

[assassino]

[GOD HIS LIFE IS SO HARD.]

What? Have I violated yet another incomprehensible rule of the future? I do not understand!

[luthored]

[ Wait for her laughter to subside. Give it a minute. Aaand another minute

Flopping back against the cushion again, Lana wipes at her eyes. Holy crap. She is so sorry she wasn't around to see Kara's reaction, seriously... ]

I'll be the first to say that Kara's choice of outfits is...unique, but... You don't tell a girl she should and shouldn't wear, you just don't. Besides, I thought you liked your girls in skirts.

[assassino]

[Lana is so cute, but he is not sure why this is so funny.]

She flew above me, and I looked up because how does one not look at a flying woman? Then she started yelling at me for looking at her skirt, which I was not, and then I told her to wear pants. In what world does that make sense, Lana?

Besides, that is not a respectable skirt.

[luthored]

[ It's so hard to explain things to Ezio sometimes. Maybe it would just be easier to pet his head and tell him to shut up, but that would be patronizing. ]

Was it the red and blue outfit? Nevermind, not important. I can list a number of "rules" in your time that make absolutely no sense to me, but that would be pointless.

The way she dresses makes her feel happy. That should be all that matters.

[ It's hard for Lana to say this, honestly, because she herself absolutely hates some of the skanky combinations she's seen Kara sport. She hates the way Faith dresses, too. ]

If someone is going to talk to her about her clothing choice, it should be a friend. Preferably another girl who understands a little better. You don't just tell someone you see on the street that they need to change pronto.

[assassino]

[Sometimes being patronizing is the only way to get through to him.]

So tell her to change so she does not yell at innocent men who cannot avoid looking!

[luthored]

No! But I will tell her not to yell at men just for accidentally looking.

[ Of course now she's reluctant as hell to ever introduce them properly. Talk about awkward... ]

Assuming that really is all that you did. You didn't whistle or anything, did you?

[assassino]

No, of course not.

[luthored]

[ Another sip, with narrowed eyes observing him, before she shrugs it off and turns back around to rest her arm against the top of the couch again. ]

Well in that case, maybe I shouldn't give her any warning at all that I'm leaving, if she already dislikes you. We'll leave in the middle of the night and leave nothing but a note behind.

[assassino]

I like that plan best, I think.

[His hand on her thigh drifts up.]

It will be just the two of us.

[luthored]

[ Damnit, she's fantasizing. Stop groping her! ]

Except if Paris is out there, then so is Jurassic Park. Then you'd probably be eaten by a dinosaur a lot bigger than Sansa.

[assassino]

Good thing I do not fear what I barely understand.

[He intends to grope her, pants or no pants.]

[luthored]

[ And she swats at his hand. ]

That explains a lot.

[assassino]

[He chuckles. Oh fine, he's backing off.]

Does it?

[luthored]

[ Seriously she doesn't need him making her forget why she has to keep him at bay in the first place. It's too easy for her to lose herself to her emotions... ]

That stubbornness is going to end up with you dead, whether it's because of me, a dinosaur, or a Borgia.

[assassino]

[He grins.]

I'll have you know I live to be old and grey.

[luthored]

There.

[ And she's not even convinced of that, but of course she wants him to. ]

I mean here. You're so reckless... I wonder what that master of yours would say.

[assassino]

Nothing. It is difficult to supervise me when I am a six days' ride away, hmm?

[luthored]

Ride... Oh yeah, we would have to take the horses.