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Re: Three is a magic number [2a/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Florence, 1476

When Il Magnifico commissioned Leonardo to paint Cristina Vespucci, it took all of Leo’s being not to seem too eager. Hopefully it looked to the court like his usual enthusiasm at having a new project. He arranged a day with her as soon as he returned from the Medici palazzo and could barely concentrate on anything else.

When Cristina arrived, she greeted him with a warm hug and then, as soon as the door had closed, a gentle kiss. Leonardo felt his cheeks heat up.

“Ezio will get jealous,” he said. Cristina laughed.

“He won’t and you know it. He’ll grumble about being left out for a while but he’ll get over it. Besides, he is tied up with running errands for his father today... and I thought you didn’t want him here?”

“It’s not that I don’t want him here,” Leonardo corrected, leading Cristina into the studio and directing her to sit on the soft chair in the centre, “but I will be struggling enough to concentrate without both of you here. And I have wanted to paint you for a very long time,” Leonardo added as he adjusted the wood panel he was going to be using, “the commission is just added incentive.”

“Hmmm,” Cristina said thoughtfully. Leonardo looked around the wooden panel curiously.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing,” Cristina replied lightly. “Only, Il Magnifico only commissioned Maestro Botticelli to paint me some months back. It seems a little strange that he would like another one of me.”

“Not so strange,” Leonardo said, mixing paints excitedly in their pots and testing them on the palette on the table. “You’re a beautiful woman, Cristina. The more paintings of you, the better.”

Cristina flushed a little, but ignored Leonardo’s compliment – not out of malice, but because she was trying to get him to see the bigger picture. He was so naive sometimes. “Lorenzo is a perceptive man, Leonardo. He is fully aware of how an artist works... how a model spends long hours with the painter... alone...” She quirked an eyebrow suggestively, willing him to make the connection.

Leonardo’s movements came to an abrupt halt. “Are you suggesting... that he knows?”

Cristina let one of her shoulders rise and fall in a graceful shrug. “I’m merely suggesting that he may know... or have suspicions. Or perhaps it’s not that he’s being perceptive so much as being tactical – you are the most eligible bachelor in Firenze after all.”

Leonardo flushed. “I’m sure Ezio would have something to say about that. Or Federico, for that matter.”

Cristina let out a peal of genuine laughter, and Leonardo couldn’t help but grin at her mirth. “Ezio and Federico are not exactly what I would call good examples of “eligible bachelors.” Their charm only endears them to the women and not their families.”

The conversation lapsed after that, with Leonardo focussing on painting and Cristina on being still. He regretted that he would probably never be able to do Cristina true justice – even though he desperately wished he could capture the intensity of her gaze, he accepted that some things couldn’t be committed to canvas and had to be experienced to be believed.

(For some reason that thought immediately made him think of Ezio. He would have loved to paint Ezio if he could get the man to sit still long enough, but he also knew that no painting would be able to properly portray the Auditore’s energy and enthusiasm.)

Three is a magic number [2b/3 maybe 4]

[(Anonymous)]

A/N Character limits ugh

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Leonardo was so engrossed in drawing the curve of Cristina’s neck that he didn’t hear the whisper of footsteps in the room, or remotely notice the presence of another, until he heard Cristina let out a small giggle and exclaim a hushed reprimand that wasn’t particularly sincere. Leonardo peered around the panel on the easel and sighed with fond exasperation.

Judging from the way the curtains were swaying in the breeze, Ezio had slipped in from the roof through the open window. He was stood behind Cristina, his arms lovingly around her waist and his head buried in her shoulder. Cristina hadn’t moved, and was biting back the noises she wanted to make as a result of Ezio’s ministrations.

“Ezio,” she said. “Leonardo is trying to work.”

“Mmm,” Ezio said in agreement, raising his head to look at Leonardo with a fire in his eyes, “but we know how Leonardo loves to work,” he said, hands gently moving over Cristina’s body. “He immerses himself in his work, studies it meticulously,” he drawled, punctuating the word with a little tweak of Cristina’s nipple through the fabric of her dress, “making sure he knows his subject inside out before trying to commit it to paint.”

Leonardo felt his breath quicken in time with Cristina’s as he listened to the open suggestion in Ezio’s words. His eyes darted to the incomplete (and barely started) painting and then back again to Ezio and Cristina, where Cristina had abandoned her attempts to remain still and was arching into Ezio’s hands.

With a small growl, Leonardo tossed his paintbrush aside and crossed the room in several long strides, grabbing Ezio by the shoulder as he did so to pull him off Cristina and pin him to the wall. Ezio let out a huff of triumphant laughter which was soon cut off as Leonardo kissed him soundly. Behind them, Cristina was laughing too, and as she stood to shut the window and the curtains, Leonardo was struck again at the thought of how Ezio was an experience and not just a vision.

When slender but skilled hands skimmed down Leonardo’s waist, the artist wondered why he should ever pick up a paintbrush again. How could something so static replace this - feeling, not seeing, was believing.

In true da Vinci style, Leonardo never got to finish the painting, since he could never look at it without being reminded of the day in the studio. Truthfully, Lorenzo Medici hadn’t expected otherwise, and never once asked for the artist to account for it’s progress.

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The Al/Ma/Mal one is a WIP and I'm hoping to do a Gio/Ma/Lor one but haven't been inspired by a mini plot bunny for it yet... will try and get those up sometime next week once I've got an icky exam out of the way :)

not OP (actually am above art!anon)

[(Anonymous)]

Ohgod anon you are amazing. Please don't stop. *_* <3

Your ideas for the pairings (... with 3 people, that is) are AWESOME. I would never have come up with Gio/Leo/Maria! Brilliant, and so well written! I can't wait to see more! :D