[Holding him that close to her is an automatic tease, and when she smiles, so does he. His is more playful, however, a spark lit in him that crawls from the pit of his stomach upwards, teasing him of what is to come. He leans forward and kisses her again, hands moving from her back to her hips and a growl emitting from the back of his throat, one that speaks of desire and approval and want, far more than he expects of himself.
Hawke is his rock at this moment, someone who is steady and can keep him grounded when things begin to fall apart. She is his desire, his flame, the thing he needs and craves more than anything else in the world right now. She is beautiful, perfect in everything she does, flaws and all, and she, in this moment, is his. His mouth leaves hers then, trails along her jaw in kisses, buries his face in the crook of her neck and breathes gently, mouth hovering by her ear.]
Tu sei bella, Hawke.
["You're beautiful."
It is quiet, spoken for her and her alone, in the confines of their hallway- which, thinking about it now, is probably not the best place to continue this activity- but it is simple and intimate and an admittance of who he is, and what he sees. He softly kisses her again, starting at the top of her neck and going as far as he can without her collar interfering.
They are on dangerous grounds, a moment where it is being pushed further and further into territory where they can't go back. For once, in this place, Ezio doesn't seem to mind.]
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Hawke is his rock at this moment, someone who is steady and can keep him grounded when things begin to fall apart. She is his desire, his flame, the thing he needs and craves more than anything else in the world right now. She is beautiful, perfect in everything she does, flaws and all, and she, in this moment, is his. His mouth leaves hers then, trails along her jaw in kisses, buries his face in the crook of her neck and breathes gently, mouth hovering by her ear.]
Tu sei bella, Hawke.
["You're beautiful."
It is quiet, spoken for her and her alone, in the confines of their hallway- which, thinking about it now, is probably not the best place to continue this activity- but it is simple and intimate and an admittance of who he is, and what he sees. He softly kisses her again, starting at the top of her neck and going as far as he can without her collar interfering.
They are on dangerous grounds, a moment where it is being pushed further and further into territory where they can't go back. For once, in this place, Ezio doesn't seem to mind.]