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Forlì, 1489
Ezio stretches. It's one of those full-body stretches, the kind that leaves him flexing every muscle in his body from the tips of his fingers to the base of his toes. It leaves him sore, but in a good way; nothing beats the feeling of sinking even deeper into a thick mattress to dull the ache of strained calves and sore shoulders. He yawns, too, just to compliment it, and he spreads himself across his half of the bed, comfortably naked. It's a slice of heaven after last night's hours of brutal combat with the Borgia.
"Good morning," Caterina says, sliding across the sheets to drape herself over him. Half of that bed is hers, but it seems she'd rather help him occupy his share -- not that he has any complaints. "Feeling better?"
He certainly hadn't felt very good when he'd tumbled into this bed last night, but Caterina was understanding, and only a touch impatient with him when he'd tried to give up for the night.
"Much better," Ezio replies, pressing up and against her. Body language. "But now I have new aches."
"Mm, I know what aches," she hums. Her hand is already moving south. "I can soothe those."
He works too hard, he thinks, but it's worth it.
Ezio stretches. It's one of those full-body stretches, the kind that leaves him flexing every muscle in his body from the tips of his fingers to the base of his toes. It leaves him sore, but in a good way; nothing beats the feeling of sinking even deeper into a thick mattress to dull the ache of strained calves and sore shoulders. He yawns, too, just to compliment it, and he spreads himself across his half of the bed, comfortably naked. It's a slice of heaven after last night's hours of brutal combat with the Borgia.
"Good morning," Caterina says, sliding across the sheets to drape herself over him. Half of that bed is hers, but it seems she'd rather help him occupy his share -- not that he has any complaints. "Feeling better?"
He certainly hadn't felt very good when he'd tumbled into this bed last night, but Caterina was understanding, and only a touch impatient with him when he'd tried to give up for the night.
"Much better," Ezio replies, pressing up and against her. Body language. "But now I have new aches."
"Mm, I know what aches," she hums. Her hand is already moving south. "I can soothe those."
He works too hard, he thinks, but it's worth it.