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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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Ezio/Leo (or any) Will not admit to cuddling
(Anonymous) 2014-05-16 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)So.
Leo can't or won't throw Ezio out of his bed, but how does he tactfully suggest that Ezio might want to roll over. Or does he do the snuggle-and-lift to get Ezio on the other side of the bed...
Crack, fluff, smut, whatever you guys like, I just need Ezio as a sneak-cuddler. Pwetty pwease? With Helmshmied Vambraces on top?
Re: Ezio/Leo (or any) Will not admit to cuddling
(Anonymous) 2014-05-17 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Ezio/Leo (or any) Will not admit to cuddling
(Anonymous) 2014-06-18 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)The night was warm. Hot, some would say, and even the grasshoppers and crickets were quiet, having sought whatever cool holes they could find. Leonardo had grown used to comfort from the unbearable heat of Tuscan summers - first in Venice, where the summer brought a whole new range of smells with it, but at least offered some relief in sea-carried breezes. Then in Milan, with buildings built light and airy, designed to allow as much air and as little sun through as was possible.
Monterrigioni, however, was designed primarily to keep out any army, and only secondly for someone to actually live there. Oh, it was not so bad down in the city proper, where the stone houses kept out the heat in the summer and retained warmth in the winter, and the large stone walls provided shade from a glaring sun or a biting wind as need was. No, some grand idiota (by Leonardo's personal opinion at the moment) had decided that the city needed an even grander villa, placed as high as possible (though not higher than that it offered a too clear target for catapults), and thus in as much sunlight as possible.
The result could best be described as a smelting oven on the inside.
Ezio's family had gone to sleep down in the crypts. Crypts were, as a general rule, nice, cool places to stay. And the inhabitants never complaining about sharing the space.
But, Ezio was so often on the move and spent so many nights sleeping in haystacks or dirty lofts or on filthy rags that were made out of more fleas than clothing. He had insisted on the comfort of a proper bed, over the coolness of the crypts. And with how he had been running around for months now, seeking that monk with a missing finger that had stolen the Apple, Leonardo had not been able to begrudge him that tiny bit of rare luxury.
And therein lay his current predicament.
Of course Ezio was not overly affected by the heat. The man himself was a furnace, and had at times complained about the chill in temperatures that had left Leonardo in little more than a shirt and breeches. He was most likely perfectly at ease in the blistering heat, and had even managed to resist Leonardo's attempts of subtly kicking off the covers (which was, admittedly, no more than a thin sheet of linen), despite being soundly asleep.
And therein lay his second problem.
Because as much as Ezio denied it when awake, he was a cuddler at heart. A cuddling furnace, who always insisted that Leonardo slept closest to the wall (for safety; for protection; for reasons). A cuddling, protective furnace that had not fifteen minutes ago been ravishing him quite thoroughly, and was now curled against his back, soundly asleep and radiating intense satisfaction. And heat. One could most definitely not forget about the heat.
Leonardo grimaced and shifted. The sheets, damp with sweat, stuck uncomfortably to his skin. Somehow, warm and damp sheets were worse than cold and damp. With cold and damp, you could at least trust your body heat to drive away the moisture given enough time; with warm and damp, you knew you added to the problem simply by continuing to exist in the same space as the sheets.
And much as Leonardo had tried with gentle words and gentle coaxing, Ezio had not reacted further than a murmur and snuggling closer. Despite being an assassin, the man slept like a log when he knew he was safe. While Leonardo knew that he would be up and armed in mere seconds if an enemy was to burst through the door - or if, say, Leonardo gave a sudden cry for help - then it felt too cruel to jerk the younger man from what possibly was the first peaceful sleep he had had in months. Leonardo knew only too well how hard it was to fall asleep again with adrenalin pounding through your veins (counting Antonio and his thieves as friends meant that many a night in Venice had been disturbed by people tapping on Leonardo's bedroom window at two in the morning and kindly ask if he could pretty please take four thieves, a set of perfectly legitimately obtained silver tableware, two ladies' ornate hats that had been hung out to dry and seemed to have placed themselves on a thief's head, and a confused chicken that had obviously been sleepwalking, really, Leonardo, think of the poor chicken, and hide them all from the guards that would be coming around the corner in, oh, about ten seconds?).
Still, he was not entirely shabby when it came to leverage and physics. If he could get Ezio's arm further up like this, then place his hip against the mattress for support like that, then a simple heave should...
Reveal that he had forgotten to account for the presence of the wall, and now he had a soundly asleep, cuddling furnace mostly on top of himself, and now squashing him against the wall.
Ezio apparently decided that he liked this position, shifted slightly in his sleep, cuddled Leonardo closer, and gave a small, satisfied snore.
Meanwhile, Leonardo was silently cursing everything from physics to assassins to walls and everything he could think of in between that.
He refused to give up. He was Leonardo di Ser Piero da Vinci, war engineer, painter, sculptor, architect, botanist, anatomist, chemist, physician, and specialist in enough varied skills that he had to keep a list of those to remember them all! He would not be defeated by someone with the same attachment to cuddling as a barnacle had to ships!
No, he just had to get Ezio back a bit, leave himself room, and take this bit by bit. The assassin would sleep through a stampede. Leonardo bent horseshoes as a party trick - no wall-climbing, sword-swinging furnace would be too heavy to shift! No, all he had to do was to push against the wall like this, ignore the slurp of wet sheets like this, then lift like this...
Leonardo invented a whole new range of curses, now fully beneath the assassin's weight and with his head pressed into a wet, sweat-stinking pillow. His plan had not accounted for Ezio clinging on like the literal barnacle instead of doing the polite thing and sliding off to the opposite side.
There was a slow, careful count to five before the engineer gave a frustrated, muffled half-scream into the pillow and flailed hopelessly against the drenched sheets - hotter than ever between the weight on top of him and the energy he had used trying to move said weight. The assassin cheerfully snored on, entirely unaffected by the minor tantrum beneath him.
Taking a few, steadying breaths, Leonardo reasserted the situation. Currently, he was face-down in the sheets, and, on the bright side, that meant that things could not really get much worse. He had a three-and-something baccio furnace in the shape of a man fast asleep on top of him and stuck as firmly as had they been glued together. With a grunt, Leonardo managed to get his arms under himself, did an awkward shuffle to the side and managed to flop over.
And the interior of the villa's top floor greeted him. He mentally cheered for himself, despite the heat pressed against his back, and set about the tricky task of untangling Ezio's grip.
It was a slow and careful task, and yet one that had to be done with a slight amount of urgency. As deep asleep as he was, Ezio did not quite react with his usual sleep; but he would still, at some point, realise that one or both of his arms were not holding onto anything, and return to clinging to Leonardo.
With a grimace at the slurp of sweat-wet skin pulled from sweat-wet skin, Leonardo managed to push Ezio's arms apart long enough to slide out of the embrace, onto the cooler side of the bed. He paused for a moment, gleefully rubbing his face against a pillow that was neither hot nor soaked through, and felt like rolling around in the much cooler sheets like a child. Oh, he was going to find that sweet, sweet brick wall right next to the ladder that led up here, and he was going to press his entire back to its wonderfully cold surface, and, and, and...
And then Ezio gave a small, interrupted snort, went "Caro?", and had, in the blink of an eye, not only wrapped his arms back around Leonardo, but also rolled them both over, leaving the momentarily startled engineer staring at the wall again. Once more happy with the arrangement, Ezio promptly fell asleep again.
This time, though, Leonardo's tantrum could have woken up the dead, and Ezio, somewhat startled, found himself bodily tied to the inner side of the bed with a soaked sheet before his beloved stomped off, grumbling something about an intimate date with a stone wall. The assassin merely blinked, and wondered what he possibly had managed to do wrong this time.
A Summer Night's... something
(Anonymous) 2014-06-18 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: A Summer Night's... something
(Anonymous) 2014-06-18 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)And I love the way you wrote it! It was absolutely brilliant! Thank you for writing it!
Re: A Summer Night's... something
(Anonymous) 2014-06-28 11:28 am (UTC)(link)Re: Ezio/Leo (or any) Will not admit to cuddling
(Anonymous) 2014-06-18 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)