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Ezio Auditore ([personal profile] assassino) wrote2013-01-31 04:44 pm

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Paradisa, year unknown.




Lunch in the library, Lucrezia had decided. Stephanie could rattle off a line of modern library etiquette rules, but the argument doesn't seem worth it, especially when Lucrezia has already prepared and packed lunch in a large hamper lined with red linens. That and Ezio is prone to eschewing the rules as it is, and she had known he won't be doing any reading, anyway.

"The library is peaceful," Lucrezia had said. "I should like to read you poems while we picnic, and what better place to find peace for poetry on a cold winter day?"

So Stephanie had agreed, and here they are, at a library table sheltered by bookshelves. Ezio and Lucrezia sit together, across from her, and they bicker in that usual way –– teasing each other, sometimes with more tooth than necessary, but always returning to peace charged with some sort of inappropriate tension. They've been strange these days, seeming to dislike each other but still eager to spend time together. Stephanie can't pretend to understand it, but it's nice to be able to spend time with them both at once, even if it's flecked with restlessness.

Of course, the conversation quickly turns to none other than sex.

"What experience do you have that I do not know about?" Ezio teases Lucrezia, with the scarcest touch of goading. "Have you been taking lovers?"

"I have had good teachers," Lucrezia replies, and there's a devious glitter in her eyes that Steph can't help but pick up on. This is perhaps more personal than usual. "The best, I would argue."

Stephanie contemplates picking up Lucrezia's chosen book and just reading until they stop, or maybe even taking a nap. Just the thought has her eyelids drooping –– she probably shouldn't have indulged an all-night patrol with Tim.

"I will not believe it until it is proven to me," Ezio grins. "Mere stories are not enough to satisfy my doubt."

"Then what would you suggest instead?" Lucrezia says. She leans towards Ezio, so that her shoulder nearly brushes his. "Some sort of contest to prove I am a better lover than you?"

"Didn't we have a rule about this?" Stephanie asks, suddenly, interrupting. "You guys are off-limits to each other, and this is waaaay too personal for me to just sit here and listen to this."

Lucrezia raises an eyebrow at Ezio, who smiles gamely.

"We did… but there is need for a contest. Would you prefer to volunteer yourself as a lover?"

Stephanie feels like a deer in the headlights. There's supposed to be a teasing or otherwise joking tone to Lucrezia's suggestion, but there isn't. She seems so serious.

"What?"

"A contest," Lucrezia repeats. "Ezio and I shall please you and we will see who is the better lover."

Stephanie is flushed, her cheeks rosy as if she'd been slapped but the rest of her as pale as ever. She's breathing hard, too, and she's excited; Ezio's all-too-pleased to encourage this. He stands and moves around the table to her, and when he offers her his hands, and she shifts into his arms, even before she says:

"Okay."

And she's not even sure why.

Ezio stoops just enough to lift her, boosting her up so she's on the table, and as one they tip her back. Stephanie rests on her elbows for a second, but Lucrezia reaches for her hands and Steph can't help but lay back completely. Ezio positions himself between her legs, and runs his hands up her thighs until they're tantalizingly close to her panties. Her skirt is short enough that she's sure he has a full view of them anyway –– why oh why did she let Kara infiltrate her wardrobe? –– and Stephanie gets the silly impulse to pull her skirt down a little lower. Her face feels like it's radiating heat.

"Has it been some time, Stephanie?" Lucrezia asks, softly, running a finger along the contour of Steph's face. Lucrezia smiles, the wine giving her own cheeks a healthy blush.

"Maybe, and this is super weird," Stephanie admits, and she cuts herself off there when she feels Ezio's lips against the side of her knee and steadily traveling upwards. The table isn't terribly comfortable, and she could almost giggle from the anticipation and wrongness of it all, but she holds it back in favour of closing her eyes. Where did this come from? Is it really what she should be doing, or what she wants? Or is it the castle wooing her, being the untamable slackener of limbs and morals alike that it is, prompting her to entertain such a challenge?

It's hard to think about with so much pleasure on the line, pleasure which is slowly building.

"It will be that much sweeter, then," Lucrezia whispers in her ear. A shiver runs down Stephanie's spine, and Lucrezia is so close she can feel her breath.

And then Stephanie finds lips meeting hers, but she does not feel that comfortable-uncomfortable burn of stubble against her skin, nor the wild enthusiasm she would expect from Ezio. Instead, it is Lucrezia's baby-soft skin and pillowy lips against hers, demanding affection in return in that sweet, tender way. Stephanie rejoins her, after a beat of surprise, and when Ezio presses his fingers against Stephanie's sex through the thin cotton of her panties, she moans into Lucrezia's mouth, her eyes fluttering open again.

Ezio chuckles before working his way up higher. His mouth plays around the juncture of her thighs, close but never close enough. He rubs her slowly through her panties, and Stephanie finds herself pressing her hips up to meet him with what little purchase she can get with her feet –– when that doesn't do enough, she just lets her legs fall over his shoulders and she digs her heels into his back. Ezio still takes his time, so that Lucrezia can deftly unbutton the top of Stephanie's blouse.

"She has such lovely breasts, Florentine," Lucrezia says, when she breaks from Stephanie's kiss. Stephanie's face grows hotter, but so does her grip on Ezio with her legs. Lucrezia reaches to cup Stephanie's breast, nimble fingers sliding between flesh and bra, and she squeezes gently. "Pygmalion himself could have sculpted them, from the purest marble..."

"And did he paint their peaks rosy red?" Ezio asks, grinning, and Stephanie almost has to complain that his mouth broke from her skin for him to say it.

"Come on," Stephanie almost whines, when it seems like they're only just getting started with words, leaving her untouched and wanting. "Don't leave me hanging. I volunteered, didn't I? Show me how good you are, you've got a reputation to live up to."

"Shush," Ezio says to her, though playfully, and he works her panties off her hips. He's quick to return his lips to her sex, and when he reaches her cleft, his tongue slips against her clit without much further ado. It certainly gives Stephanie plenty of reason to whine.

"Stephanie," Lucrezia says, adoring, and she continues undressing Stephanie however she can, hands gliding over skin and gently massaging as she goes. Stephanie isn't sure whether she should look up at Lucrezia's angelic face, loving and pleased, or down at what she can see of Ezio's, intent and focused and eager, but either thought makes her feel hotter, makes her feel wetter, and so she just ends up letting her vision be a mess of beautiful people and hitching breaths and the old-leather bindings of the books all around them.

"We should move," Lucrezia murmurs, "Would we not find more comfort on a couch?"

Stephanie's breath hitches as Ezio withdraws to look up, his chin glistening wet, and she looks almost frantically to where Lucrezia is gesturing. The library is quiet, but the couches are exposed to the doors and visible from the aisles –– far more public and risky than their secluded table nestled in the stacks. Anyone could open that door and see.

She can't believe their boldness, but the anxiety of it makes it all the more expensive.

"Yes, let's," Ezio grins, and Lucrezia is already heading in that direction. Ezio reaches to Steph to help her off the table, and Steph is almost panting as Ezio walks her the twenty feet across the library floor and into the open. Her skirt is hitched around her hips and her panties are tangled around her thighs, and her blouse is completely open, and even without looking down she knows that her nipples are lifted over the tops of her lacy bra cups –– somehow, this disheveled arrangement of clothing feels more provocative than if she just walked completely nude. Her heart is beating so fast she's sure it'll burst, and her knees feel weak with every step, her sex throbbing with need...

Her two Italians don't leave her waiting for more than thirty seconds. Before she knows it, she is reclined in Lucrezia's lap and Ezio is kneeling on the floor, but he doesn't return his mouth to her sex. Instead, he cranes his neck to look to Lucrezia, who obliges him in a kiss, while his hands attend to Stephanie. All she can do is watch them kiss over her, while she lays there gasping. Two of Ezio's fingers slide inside of her and she nearly howls when he curves them up and in, with his thumb firmly on her clit and rubbing in irregular circles. Lucrezia is suddenly fondling her breasts again, too.

"Oh my God," Stephanie gasps, and she tries to say more, but it comes out so breathily that it may as well not be words.

Ezio employs one hand in unlacing his trousers, and before Stephanie knows it, he's raising himself up to the couch, the codpiece detached and his cock standing proudly from above the leather bunched around his upper thighs. Her eyes widen, and then widen more when he pulls her panties to her ankles and then casts them aside.

"She has been waiting for this," Lucrezia says, and her fingers pinch Stephanie's nipple, prompting Stephanie to make another noise. "Don't keep her waiting longer."

Hands under her thighs, Ezio lifts Stephanie's hips enough to line himself up with her, and without much further ado he presses himself into her. She's suddenly not sure what to do with her own hands, one shooting forward to grip his shirt and the other gripping Lucrezia's forearm. She can feel herself stretching around Ezio's cock, and she wraps her legs around his waist to pull him in closer. He's slow at first, but then he picks up speed, and it's so good that Stephanie could cry out, which she does every time he thrusts to the hilt and presses her back into Lucrezia's lap.

"And you must not keep her waiting, either," Ezio says, reaching for Lucrezia's wrist. Lucrezia allows it, letting him lead her hand to his mouth. He takes two of her fingers into his mouth for a moment, to suck, and then he places her hand at Stephanie's clit.

"I must admit to no experience with other women," Lucrezia says, to Ezio. Stephanie looks between them for an instant, frantically curious, but they are quick to satisfy.

"It is the same as if on yourself," Ezio replies. Lucrezia gently presses those same fingers down, and Stephanie's eyes roll back and she arches her back up. Ezio adds, with such cockiness, "Just like I taught you."

Lucrezia smirks.

"I am very good at it now," Lucrezia informs him. "I can bring myself immense pleasures in a mere ten minutes."

"Impress that upon Stephanie," Ezio grins, "She is almost there."

Every thrust Ezio makes rocks Stephanie hard, rocks the couch hard, and brings Steph bit by bit closer to losing her mind, especially with Lucrezia's fingers firmly on her clit. At one point, all she can do is watch the two Italians kiss over her head while she lays there gasping, Ezio's cock relentlessly driving her wild, Lucrezia fondling her and holding her in loving arms.

Stephanie isn't sure why she discouraged this kind of thing amongst her Italian friends… or for herself.

And then she lets go completely –– her vision fades out, reduced to nothing but stars and sparks, and she lets out a moaning scream that no doubt reaches every corner of the library, but no matter, as the world is reduced to the couch and the two tending over her. For a few moments –– she cannot tell how long it is, nor does she care –– it is just Ezio shuddering against her and letting out his own groan of satisfaction, and Lucrezia's lap is a perfect place to be shaking and trembling through the fireworks of an orgasm––

––Then, suddenly, Ezio waves his hand in front of Stephanie's face. She jolts to attention suddenly, sitting up straighter, eyes moving to her lunch mates. Ezio raises an eyebrow, from his place sitting across from her at the table, and Lucrezia looks amused.

"Ah, we'd thought you'd left us," Ezio says.

"Were you daydreaming, my golden one?" Lucrezia muses, before picking up another donut. She sits close to Ezio, shoulder nearly against his. "I hope it was a good one."

"Uh," Stephanie manages, somewhat red in the face. Then she grows even redder, realizing it was nothing but a daydream, laid out right in front of these two. She realizes, too, that her hand is under the table, between her own legs and pressed up against the damp crotch of her panties, and her face might as well be a tomato. "Yeah, I think I dozed off, there."

"It looks like it was a good one," Ezio says, and there's laughter dancing in his honey-brown eyes. He sounds like he's barely stifling the biggest laugh of his life, and then he exchanges what can only be described as a look with Lucrezia, who maintains her composure with a polite but all-too-knowing smile.

"Oh my god," is all Stephanie can say.