[Dangerous is something she's never attributed to Ezio. Dangerous is the sort of word she'd use for killers, for those who would hurt the people she loves. She would throw the word around to people who harm and steal and hate, for those who destroy others without a second thought. But when he picks her up and settles her on the bed, climbs onto it after her and begins to tug at her clothes, she realizes that it's a word that's all too apt for Ezio, who burns and claws, and who will not be satisfied with a kiss and turn.
And that's exactly how she wants him.
Her smile is there, against his forehead as his face buries itself in her throat, and her hands slip down to coax his along the clasps and latches of her jerkin. She helps him with the belt, shedding the first layer of her clothes like a second skin, and moving her body back so she can lead him further onto the bed, where they can stretch out and fumble better, all kisses and heat and erratic breathing.
She's already reaching for the sash at his waist and the catches of his robe, seeking more, craving it. As an act of good faith, she only undoes half of his tunic before she's reaching for the ties of her own, the buttons too tedious for her growing impatience.]
[The pace at which they're moving is fast, heated, barreling full speed towards an end they both know and are eager for at this point. When her hands touch his and guide him on how to undo her belt, he feels a spark of energy shoot down his spine, heart pounding in his ears as he moves right with her further onto the bed. It is a tangle of limbs and clothing, a frantic mess of lust and craving, and one that only grows as time pushes forward.
But there is something of a chuckle when Hawke grows with impatience in trying to get herself out of her clothes, Ezio finding it a little ironic compared to his own demeanor towards her. He knows she's already started on his robes, and so he makes it easy for her as she fusses with hers- he pulls away just a little, and with one hand trailing down her side and caressing her hip he undoes the belts with the insignia, allowing the sash to unravel with ease. It lands with a soft clunk on the floor as he tosses both aside, closing the distance between him and her again, mouth to hers in another long heated kiss. With her now occupied, the same hand and arm that got rid of his sash now slips right out of his robes, leaving him half exposed, almost like a tease. He switches sides after that, lowering that same hand to touch Hawke while the other proceeds to remove itself and help him get out of the remaining heap on his shoulder. When that is done, he throws that to the floor as well, leaving his torso bare and open for her to explore, just as he explores her. There are scars there, ones that tell stories, of trials, and of heartache, but all that is buried now in favor of helping the woman underneath him wrestle out of her clothes and triumphing over the obstacles that presents.]
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And that's exactly how she wants him.
Her smile is there, against his forehead as his face buries itself in her throat, and her hands slip down to coax his along the clasps and latches of her jerkin. She helps him with the belt, shedding the first layer of her clothes like a second skin, and moving her body back so she can lead him further onto the bed, where they can stretch out and fumble better, all kisses and heat and erratic breathing.
She's already reaching for the sash at his waist and the catches of his robe, seeking more, craving it. As an act of good faith, she only undoes half of his tunic before she's reaching for the ties of her own, the buttons too tedious for her growing impatience.]
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But there is something of a chuckle when Hawke grows with impatience in trying to get herself out of her clothes, Ezio finding it a little ironic compared to his own demeanor towards her. He knows she's already started on his robes, and so he makes it easy for her as she fusses with hers- he pulls away just a little, and with one hand trailing down her side and caressing her hip he undoes the belts with the insignia, allowing the sash to unravel with ease. It lands with a soft clunk on the floor as he tosses both aside, closing the distance between him and her again, mouth to hers in another long heated kiss. With her now occupied, the same hand and arm that got rid of his sash now slips right out of his robes, leaving him half exposed, almost like a tease. He switches sides after that, lowering that same hand to touch Hawke while the other proceeds to remove itself and help him get out of the remaining heap on his shoulder. When that is done, he throws that to the floor as well, leaving his torso bare and open for her to explore, just as he explores her. There are scars there, ones that tell stories, of trials, and of heartache, but all that is buried now in favor of helping the woman underneath him wrestle out of her clothes and triumphing over the obstacles that presents.]