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I want you. [CLOSED]

Nov 09, 2011 16:57

Who; Ezio Auditore, "Cristina Vespucci" - Mystique
What; Do you want to come to me?
Where; Rooftops, Mystique's place
When; Early evening, November 3rd (backdated!)
Rating; PG-13, hard. If it goes into anything sexual, we'll fade to black. Mostly just angst and looking and sounding like some girl he used to like while wearing alluring nighties.
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bluesteelbitch November 10 2011, 03:42:42 UTC

"Buona sera, Ezio," she replied, mimicking the Italian in his voice perfectly, still in the voice of the girl he so clearly held close to his heart. Her look, from eyes to the faint rosy color of her cheeks, was nothing more than inviting. To add to the clear invitation, that leg parted to the side to allow those able fingers room to roam and graze as they saw fit. She would not make to go into the room until he wanted to, instead letting the cool air ripple against that girl's flesh, to turn to exposed bumps beneath the pads.

"You found your way easily enough, I hope?" was the only other thing she had to say as her palms move to either side to prop her up, as close to him as he would let her. There was nothing in her manner to suggest it was a trap, and there was nothing at all akin to judging the man for doing what he was doing, something that would surely cause him later grief and much anguish.

The idea that she reveled and hoped for just that was nothing to be seen, either. Mystique, in any guise, could hide her truest and most ( ... )

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bluesteelbitch November 10 2011, 20:49:33 UTC

The gown bunched up around his hand as he moved up further, running over smooth, perfect skin for as long as he wanted. It was like a fantasy-maybe it was a fantasy, one that had just been realized and actually was feasible to do something about it.

Arms lifted to his shoulders, fingers briefly playing with his hair before she crossed her wrists to let herself loosen, clay beneath his potter's wishes. "You're just saying that," was the only thing that she could honestly default to in the mind of many a woman, lips turning up to show that she was obviously kidding.

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