Please ignore my tense fails in the previous fill. ^^; I apparently wasn't as awake as I thought.
This anon also apologizes for the romantic fail that's about to take place. OTL brace yourselves please. ------
The air between them was hot.
Leonardo knew the second he said it that something had changed. It was practically like something had snapped into place, completing a picture that he himself had never seen the whole of. A beautiful portrait that he had painted half of before being forced to leave it unfinished. And if there was one thing Leonardo hated, it was an unfinished portrait. But now it was complete, so he could finally relax.
Except he /couldn't/.
Because Ezio was suddenly looking at him with a gaze that was hot and feral and deliciously heavy, as if he was the only person in the whole entire universe that mattered. Leonardo had dreamed of seeing that look, wondered countless times how Ezio would deliver it, but nothing he had ever dreamed up could compare to now. It felt good, being so focused on. It gave him a sort of strength he might not have had otherwise, a strength that encouraged him to go on and speak his mind, because Ezio wouldn't interrupt or try to stop him. "If I was the one who loved you, would you hate me?"
The assassin didn't hesitate. "Never."
"Would you attempt to escape my affections? Pass them off as a delusion?"
"No."
"If I said I wanted to kiss you, would you let me do it?"
"Once the guards were out of the way, yes."
"Assume there are no guards."
"Without a second thought."
"What if I said I wanted you as my only partner? If I proclaimed jealousy towards your other 'friends'?"
Something hungry was showing in the other's gaze ; Leonardo was more than certain he had the same look on his own face. "Then I wouldn't visit them again. I wouldn't do anything to distress you."
"If I asked for your heart?"
"My heart would be yours."
"What of your blade?"
"No other would touch you so long as I lived."
A shiver worked itself down the artist's spine. Ezio's tongue flickered over his lips quickly, but it wasn't quick enough to escape Leonardo's gaze. They're playing around now, driving themselves mad with a want that has been building since creation knows when. It's like a dance, slow and sensuous that relaxes them while it entices a hunger that goes beyond words. Leonardo didn't want the dance to end too soon, but he knew that if he drew it out too much, Ezio might think he's only asking hypothetical, rather than begging the truth. So he switched tactics.
"If I gave you my trust, would you return it?"
"Always. I would never betray you, no matter what you were to me. Even if we were enemies."
A heavy statement. It bodes well for later on in the evening.
"If I gave you my heart, could I trust you to guard it?"
"Even if my own stopped in the process, I would protect yours until you didn't need me to anymore."
Leonardo slipped up. "I would always need you, Ezio. I promise you that."
A tiny sound came from the back of the man's throat, and his fists curled in at his sides, so hard until he can hear the knuckles crack. His own pulse sped up in reply. It's time to end this. So he cast the final question.
"Do you want me, Ezio? Do you desire me as more than a friend?"
Time seemed to stop for a beat right before it slammed into Leonardo with all the grace of a train wreck. Wait, but time shouldn't feel warm...
Ezio pinned him to the wall and tipped the artist's head back, so that they were staring into one another's eyes. Ezio's pupils were blown, a mere sliver of color behind the black. His body rubbed against Leonardo's, causing the smaller man to shiver. Finally, this is where they need to be.
"Allow me to show you, tesoro." And Ezio's head dipped down, the kiss that both have been waiting literally years for finally being performed.
Personally, Leonardo thought it was his best one yet.
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On a scale of one to ten, how bad am I failing so far? OTL *goes off to the corner of shame*
FILL: Our Paradise 15/?
This anon also apologizes for the romantic fail that's about to take place. OTL brace yourselves please.
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The air between them was hot.
Leonardo knew the second he said it that something had changed. It was practically like something had snapped into place, completing a picture that he himself had never seen the whole of. A beautiful portrait that he had painted half of before being forced to leave it unfinished. And if there was one thing Leonardo hated, it was an unfinished portrait. But now it was complete, so he could finally relax.
Except he /couldn't/.
Because Ezio was suddenly looking at him with a gaze that was hot and feral and deliciously heavy, as if he was the only person in the whole entire universe that mattered. Leonardo had dreamed of seeing that look, wondered countless times how Ezio would deliver it, but nothing he had ever dreamed up could compare to now. It felt good, being so focused on. It gave him a sort of strength he might not have had otherwise, a strength that encouraged him to go on and speak his mind, because Ezio wouldn't interrupt or try to stop him. "If I was the one who loved you, would you hate me?"
The assassin didn't hesitate. "Never."
"Would you attempt to escape my affections? Pass them off as a delusion?"
"No."
"If I said I wanted to kiss you, would you let me do it?"
"Once the guards were out of the way, yes."
"Assume there are no guards."
"Without a second thought."
"What if I said I wanted you as my only partner? If I proclaimed jealousy towards your other 'friends'?"
Something hungry was showing in the other's gaze ; Leonardo was more than certain he had the same look on his own face. "Then I wouldn't visit them again. I wouldn't do anything to distress you."
"If I asked for your heart?"
"My heart would be yours."
"What of your blade?"
"No other would touch you so long as I lived."
A shiver worked itself down the artist's spine. Ezio's tongue flickered over his lips quickly, but it wasn't quick enough to escape Leonardo's gaze. They're playing around now, driving themselves mad with a want that has been building since creation knows when. It's like a dance, slow and sensuous that relaxes them while it entices a hunger that goes beyond words. Leonardo didn't want the dance to end too soon, but he knew that if he drew it out too much, Ezio might think he's only asking hypothetical, rather than begging the truth. So he switched tactics.
"If I gave you my trust, would you return it?"
"Always. I would never betray you, no matter what you were to me. Even if we were enemies."
A heavy statement. It bodes well for later on in the evening.
"If I gave you my heart, could I trust you to guard it?"
"Even if my own stopped in the process, I would protect yours until you didn't need me to anymore."
Leonardo slipped up. "I would always need you, Ezio. I promise you that."
A tiny sound came from the back of the man's throat, and his fists curled in at his sides, so hard until he can hear the knuckles crack. His own pulse sped up in reply. It's time to end this. So he cast the final question.
"Do you want me, Ezio? Do you desire me as more than a friend?"
Time seemed to stop for a beat right before it slammed into Leonardo with all the grace of a train wreck. Wait, but time shouldn't feel warm...
Ezio pinned him to the wall and tipped the artist's head back, so that they were staring into one another's eyes. Ezio's pupils were blown, a mere sliver of color behind the black. His body rubbed against Leonardo's, causing the smaller man to shiver. Finally, this is where they need to be.
"Allow me to show you, tesoro." And Ezio's head dipped down, the kiss that both have been waiting literally years for finally being performed.
Personally, Leonardo thought it was his best one yet.
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On a scale of one to ten, how bad am I failing so far? OTL *goes off to the corner of shame*