[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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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.]