[Hawke nods, a single gesture in the middle of so much emotion and fire, and she guides him to the adjoining door that leads to the three separate dorm rooms, and then again past there to her own room. The doors are all closed behind her, her own locked once he is inside, to ensure that they have some privacy, no matter where this may lead.
Her first inclination is to be skittish and uncertain, afraid that if they push too far now that they'll never be able to go back and fix things again. Repairing a bridge is one thing; this is going further than she's thought to go with anyone in years. But something seems right about this, a feeling she can't put her finger on.
She'll just have to trust her instincts.
Rather than give him a moment to question if she is all right or to believe she is having second thoughts, no matter where she's taken them, Hawke steps right back in to kiss Ezio again, the gesture immediately heated and wanting, one hand cradling his jaw and the other in his hair, fingers in the strands of his ponytail. Hawke is bold when there's something she wants.
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Her first inclination is to be skittish and uncertain, afraid that if they push too far now that they'll never be able to go back and fix things again. Repairing a bridge is one thing; this is going further than she's thought to go with anyone in years. But something seems right about this, a feeling she can't put her finger on.
She'll just have to trust her instincts.
Rather than give him a moment to question if she is all right or to believe she is having second thoughts, no matter where she's taken them, Hawke steps right back in to kiss Ezio again, the gesture immediately heated and wanting, one hand cradling his jaw and the other in his hair, fingers in the strands of his ponytail. Hawke is bold when there's something she wants.
And tonight, that's him.]