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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]

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.

[assassino]

Mm, yes. Good thing you are well-versed in horses.

[luthored]

Rapidash was originally mine, but Arthur might be upset if I just whisk him away now. I'll just take Evan.

[ Why is she even bothering bringing logic into this fantasy. Oh well. Totally musing out loud to herself more than anything. ]

I wonder how long that crystal will work out there. It let me use my camera on an expedition, but... Even batteries get drained.

[assassino]

The crystal?

[luthored]

It's something we got from Flora and her...cat. First Gens that are actually on our side, as much as any can be, anyway.

[ Trying not to smile too big at the memory. Failing. ]

It lets us power something small when we go out into the Dead Zone.

[ She speeds to her room and back in a flash, the small crystal dangling from a keychain. ]

This.

[assassino]

[He takes it to look at it, smiling.]

Interesting. Not that I have many things to "power", but I can see how it would come in useful.

[luthored]

Mm hm.

[ She sits back down. ]

Too bad it's not enough to get a car working. That sure would make the trip faster.

[assassino]

It would. And I know how to drive, you know.

[luthored]

Really? Who taught you?

[assassino]

A few different people. Not Stephanie, though! She refused to let me drive.

[luthored]

Does Stephanie own a car?

[assassino]

She has one of the ones that stands upright, like a bicycle, only hers flies.

[luthored]

A motorcycle...that flies? A hoverbike?

[ Like from a sci-fi flick? How did she not know about this? Lana is definitely going to have to ask her about that. ]

Just when I start to think she has no more surprises...