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After a quick run to the city on an errand, Stephanie lets herself back into her room, shaking the last bit of snow off her boots and shucking off her wet mittens and scarf. She fumbles with the buttons on the front of her jacket as she peers at the shape in her bed, and sure enough, there is Ezio, right where she left him –– lazing around, having claimed to have been too "tired" for trudging through the snow.
"Still here, huh?" she asks.
He rolls over, propping himself up on one elbow, and the grin on his face is almost infectious.
"I thought I'd stay to warm you up."
She laughs, in that you-are-a-cheeseball sort of way, and Ezio just lifts the covers invitingly. Steph peeks under.
"I'm clothed," he laughs.
"That wasn't what I was looking for," she says, even though it was.
She can feel the slight burn of embarrassment on her face, even when she climbs in with him. He drops the covers on her and immediately gathers her in his arms. Steph feels the satisfied hum in his chest when she nestles up against him, and he rests his chin against the top of her head. He's warm, and it's very welcome after her trek through the snow.
"You're freezing," he comments.
"You think?"
She slips her hands under the bottom hem of his shirt to press her palms against his abdomen. Ezio lets out an involuntary laugh in surprise and shivers, pulling away a bit.
"Yes, I do think so," he replies. "But I know just the thing to do. That's why I stayed here, instead of going outside with you."
Ezio snuggles closer, burying his face against the curve of her neck and pressing a lazy kiss there. After the cold, it's almost uncomfortably warm to have their bodies mashed up against each other so tightly. His warm hands slide up her back, under her t-shirt, and he "accidentally" undoes her bra.
"You big suck-up," Stephanie scolds him, biting back a smile and wiggling in his grip.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replies, innocently. She feels one of his hands graze the waistband of her pants, and then slip between the waistband and her skin.
"My butt's already warm, mister," she says.
He corrects himself, hand passing over her rear overtop the fabric instead.
"Bene," she informs him.
Ezio just laughs.
After a quick run to the city on an errand, Stephanie lets herself back into her room, shaking the last bit of snow off her boots and shucking off her wet mittens and scarf. She fumbles with the buttons on the front of her jacket as she peers at the shape in her bed, and sure enough, there is Ezio, right where she left him –– lazing around, having claimed to have been too "tired" for trudging through the snow.
"Still here, huh?" she asks.
He rolls over, propping himself up on one elbow, and the grin on his face is almost infectious.
"I thought I'd stay to warm you up."
She laughs, in that you-are-a-cheeseball sort of way, and Ezio just lifts the covers invitingly. Steph peeks under.
"I'm clothed," he laughs.
"That wasn't what I was looking for," she says, even though it was.
She can feel the slight burn of embarrassment on her face, even when she climbs in with him. He drops the covers on her and immediately gathers her in his arms. Steph feels the satisfied hum in his chest when she nestles up against him, and he rests his chin against the top of her head. He's warm, and it's very welcome after her trek through the snow.
"You're freezing," he comments.
"You think?"
She slips her hands under the bottom hem of his shirt to press her palms against his abdomen. Ezio lets out an involuntary laugh in surprise and shivers, pulling away a bit.
"Yes, I do think so," he replies. "But I know just the thing to do. That's why I stayed here, instead of going outside with you."
Ezio snuggles closer, burying his face against the curve of her neck and pressing a lazy kiss there. After the cold, it's almost uncomfortably warm to have their bodies mashed up against each other so tightly. His warm hands slide up her back, under her t-shirt, and he "accidentally" undoes her bra.
"You big suck-up," Stephanie scolds him, biting back a smile and wiggling in his grip.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replies, innocently. She feels one of his hands graze the waistband of her pants, and then slip between the waistband and her skin.
"My butt's already warm, mister," she says.
He corrects himself, hand passing over her rear overtop the fabric instead.
"Bene," she informs him.
Ezio just laughs.