But why had she woken him? Cesare would surely have killed him if she had let him sleep. His contempt for the Assassins' way of stealth and subterfuge was only for show – given the chance, he would not hesitate to slay a man as he slept.
“Yes,” she said, sitting up in bed. “That is what I planned.” Her bare breasts were pale, her nipples still flushed.
Ezio looked out of the window, judging the distance to the ground. God, he was a fool! Sex was still his weakness, no matter what he tried to tell himself. Here he was, roused at dawn, forced to leap from a woman's bedroom window to avoid his certain death. In – how long was it now? Thirty years? How little he had changed. Idiota!
“I do not hold it against you, Lucrezia,” he said honestly. “Perhaps, in your position, I would have done the same.”
She nodded. “I will not apologise for what I am,” she said. “But if you wish to keep your life – this time – go now.”
“Lucrezia,” he said, and crossed back to the bed to take her hands. “Cesare will be jealous, when he comes to you. He might hurt you.” They might be enemies, but Lucrezia was still a woman, and Ezio could not stand to think of Cesare laying the force of his rage on her because of something he had done.
“No, Ezio.” She stood up, naked, still holding his hands. “I will not tell him. He will not know.”
He looked her up and down, and knew otherwise. Dishevelled blond hair, flushed skin, dazed eyes. Between her thighs, the remains of his seed glistened, still sticky. The smell of sex clung to her body like perfume.
Cupping her face Ezio tipped her head back and kissed her, sliding his tongue between her lips. With a finger, he reached between her thighs for a final caress. His finger slid between lips still slick and swollen. Lucrezia gasped as he found her sweet spot and flicked it gently. He withdrew his finger, placed it in her mouth. She closed her eyes, sucked her own essence and swallowed.
“Forgive me, Lucrezia,” he said, his voice low and hoarse with renewed need. “But only a eunuch or a virgin would not know. And Cesare is neither.”
“Cesare will not hurt me, Ezio,” she said softly. “He knows me. I have done worse. Now go.”
“Very well. Farewell, Lucrezia.” He kissed her hand.
He stood on the balcony railing, poised to leap. His cape fluttered around him in the warm wind.
Lucrezia's chamber door opened, and Cesare Borgia looked straight through the room to the balcony. He saw Ezio instantly.
“You!”
Ezio smiled. “Until next time, Duchessa,” he said, and bowed to Lucrezia.
Cesare looked at Lucrezia, naked, then back at Ezio. “Maldito bastardo, I'll kill you.”
Ezio jumped, soaring down, flipping over to land on his back in the pile of leaves. He rolled to his feet, and began to run.
*****
I'm sorry for anything that makes no sense, guys!!! I probably fucked up the titles, timeline and where it was even physically possible for Cesare to be, among other stuff, but there you go. I just wanted it to be Cesare that found them. I tried to get the details right where I could :) but I didn't have time to look into stuff more thoroughly
FILL: Comfort [6/6]
“Yes,” she said, sitting up in bed. “That is what I planned.” Her bare breasts were pale, her nipples still flushed.
Ezio looked out of the window, judging the distance to the ground. God, he was a fool! Sex was still his weakness, no matter what he tried to tell himself. Here he was, roused at dawn, forced to leap from a woman's bedroom window to avoid his certain death. In – how long was it now? Thirty years? How little he had changed. Idiota!
“I do not hold it against you, Lucrezia,” he said honestly. “Perhaps, in your position, I would have done the same.”
She nodded. “I will not apologise for what I am,” she said. “But if you wish to keep your life – this time – go now.”
“Lucrezia,” he said, and crossed back to the bed to take her hands. “Cesare will be jealous, when he comes to you. He might hurt you.” They might be enemies, but Lucrezia was still a woman, and Ezio could not stand to think of Cesare laying the force of his rage on her because of something he had done.
“No, Ezio.” She stood up, naked, still holding his hands. “I will not tell him. He will not know.”
He looked her up and down, and knew otherwise. Dishevelled blond hair, flushed skin, dazed eyes. Between her thighs, the remains of his seed glistened, still sticky. The smell of sex clung to her body like perfume.
Cupping her face Ezio tipped her head back and kissed her, sliding his tongue between her lips. With a finger, he reached between her thighs for a final caress. His finger slid between lips still slick and swollen. Lucrezia gasped as he found her sweet spot and flicked it gently. He withdrew his finger, placed it in her mouth. She closed her eyes, sucked her own essence and swallowed.
“Forgive me, Lucrezia,” he said, his voice low and hoarse with renewed need. “But only a eunuch or a virgin would not know. And Cesare is neither.”
“Cesare will not hurt me, Ezio,” she said softly. “He knows me. I have done worse. Now go.”
“Very well. Farewell, Lucrezia.” He kissed her hand.
He stood on the balcony railing, poised to leap. His cape fluttered around him in the warm wind.
Lucrezia's chamber door opened, and Cesare Borgia looked straight through the room to the balcony. He saw Ezio instantly.
“You!”
Ezio smiled. “Until next time, Duchessa,” he said, and bowed to Lucrezia.
Cesare looked at Lucrezia, naked, then back at Ezio. “Maldito bastardo, I'll kill you.”
Ezio jumped, soaring down, flipping over to land on his back in the pile of leaves. He rolled to his feet, and began to run.
*****
I'm sorry for anything that makes no sense, guys!!! I probably fucked up the titles, timeline and where it was even physically possible for Cesare to be, among other stuff, but there you go. I just wanted it to be Cesare that found them. I tried to get the details right where I could :) but I didn't have time to look into stuff more thoroughly