[ He's right on the money, there. More to the immediate point, though, is his kind words. They'd barely just met, technically speaking he only had her word to go on, but the sentiment that he was glad to come back to her just because she'd missed him was just the sort of kind thing she'd expect from him. ]
I suppose that means you'll just have to get to know me all over again.
[ There's a coy smile on her face as she says it, not trying to cheapen the moment by any means, but it still comes easy, and she's thinking that there's time for deeper conversation yet. ]
[Ezio knew what it was to miss someone, to think that they may never return to you, no matter how desperately, you may wish for them to. To come back to her, to ease some of the ache his leaving must have caused despite not remembering the reasons why was a small blessing.]
I think I am going to enjoy that.
[Reaching out for her, brushing the back of his knuckles against the warmth of her cheek softly, thumb tracing over that smiling bottom lip.]
So tell me, what do you wish to do with this time you have won?
Well and truly, Ezio's return is one of the few things she's genuinely grateful to the Twelve for. For all else that they've done to mess with their lives, now and then it almost feels like they actually listen to prayers. Usually that comes in the form of gifts from home, or boosts to their powers, or granting new abilities, but this is something much more personal, and something that means so much more to her. Even without his memories Ezio has Katara's trust. He's someone she cares for, and someone that she knows she can rely on. It's... probably sort of selfish, looking at it that way, but it's difficult putting into words how much he means to her now. There are certain feelings that she can't just push off onto him without imposing, without being unkind.
It's difficult to remember any of that when he's touching her, though, as always. One hand comes up to his chest, ignoring the armor, the padding, the metalwork, all of it. She touches him as if he isn't wearing anything at all, slow and exploratory. ]
Well... I was thinking maybe we could head back to my place? There's no time like the present, right? To start relearning...?
[ Once the touch of his thumb has passed Katara uses her hold on the back of his wrist to hold his hand still, just long enough for her to press a kiss to the center of his palm while she holds his gaze with hers, a look in her eyes so suggestive that it might as well be a declaration instead. ]
[She touches him like there's nothing there, like the layers of armor and cloth matter little, as if she's feeling his skin and bones instead of hard metal and rough robes. Her fingers tighten around his wrist, hold his hand still long enough for her lips to press into his palm, for her eyes to meet his.
And it's like the world stops spinning.
Because he knows that look. Knows it like he knows the back of his own hand. And this is the point where he should tell her that this is nothing more than a one night stand following a silly bet that will likely end up with them being nothing more than friends with occasional benefits.
Should.
But doesn't.
Because that look sends a shiver running down the length of his spine that he could never deny, despite how much he may want to.]
Si. [It's spoken without even thinking.
Just like he's leaning forward without even thinking, gently nudging her nose with his own, before brushing her lips with his. It's soft and quick and nothing at all like a real kiss, but it's a taste of what awaits them.]
Take me home to your bed, Bella. I have so much to learn.
[ Without thinking her eyes close, brushing her nose back against his with the slightest movement, receiving his ghost of a kiss. There is the promise of more, spoken and unspoken, and his words send her insides curling into excited knots.
With blue eyes smoldering Katara draws back, only because she has to, but there's also a hunger there. Wordlessly (for the moment) she stands again, beckoning with that look. ] Let's not waste any time, then. [ It's punctuated by a promising smile before Katara turns her attention back on the path that will lead them back to her apartment. Another race, of sorts, but this time they both know what waits at the end. She's certain that she isn't simply imagining the way that her blood rushes a bit quicker this time as they take to the rooftops once more, the pace easier this time, but no less urgent. And while she mourns the loss of the view of him running in favor of leading, it will ensure a swifter return on their promise.
The way is familiar, and blessedly short. She stops only after reaching the familiarly tiled roof of one of the first apartment buildings in the fire district. An open balcony door on the neighboring building, drapes fluttering lightly with the breeze, signifies that they've arrived, and she leads again by making the leap across, catching herself on the railing of her own balcony, and draws herself up and over to make room for Ezio to follow. ]
[Watching her run was nothing sort of delightful, even if his eyes did falter from time to time, tracing low across her back and downwards. The pace she set was easy to match, despite the need to follow, to stay behind instead of move at her side. She knew the way where he did not, a strange and yet welcome switch on what was usually the norm.
Their path is short - far shorter than he had been expecting - and while he mourns the loss of the sight of her, he knows that a much better one awaits. There's a certain amount of pride that comes from watching her jump so easily from on ledge to another, seeing her grab onto the railing of the balcony and knowing it was him who taught her that.
Following was easy enough, to get a running start across the roof, to launch into the jump that had him landing directly above her apartment. It was easier to drop down then to pull yourself up, and he landed with a small thud next to her, ever the show off.
But they were there now, and there was the welcoming expanse of a bed and privacy awaiting them, making it impossible to keep himself from reaching for her, from wrapping his arms around her waist to draw her in. From angling his head downwards and kissing her in the way he hadn't before, all intense passion and deep longing.]
[ At first Katara thought to look back and down, but she notices his shadow a second before he drops down beside her and she rewards the display of his prowess with a grin. Before a word can be spoken, however, she feels the certainty of his arms around her slender waist, wrapping her up and pulling her close. As he ducks in for the kiss she meets him all too readily, as if she'd welcomed him in such a manner a dozen times over. In truth she probably had, twice that even. There's still an undeniable rush of excitement that comes with that first real kiss, though, whether it's from the thrill of re-familiarizing herself or the abruptness of it, and the comfortable assertiveness he shows in so doing.
Automatically her hands come up, cupping his neck with one hand, the other tangles in fabric with a slow building greed, as if she can't decide between holding on for an anchor and urging him out of his layers already.
Her mind is made up quickly enough, apparently, as she urges him to gradually turn, gently but insistently pushing and walking him slowly back into her apartment. She knows what they both want and she's not afraid to take some initiative to help them get more comfortable. ]
[If he had been aware of how this particular outing was going to end, he would have dressed more suitably. Which definitely did not include his robes, with all of their clasps and layers, yards on top of yards of fabric that were meant to protect him, but often only got in the way during the most intimate of moments.
She pushes and his first instinct is push back, to bring her into some battle for dominance. But it's so easy to figure out where she's trying to lead him, to give into her insistence knowing what awaits them on the other side. To let his fingers go to the ties that hold on his belt, to begin to undo them. But it's difficult when her extremely talented mouth is so distracting.]
[ It doesn't take long to reach their destination, not that she would have minded getting creative, but for the sake of being comfortable in their exploration and fun and more, her bed would allow them much more room.
Her attention was now only divided between kissing him and undressing, rather than those things and navigating. A good thing, too, because she remembers all too well how many layer he has to work through, even though she'd only seen him in full armor once, maybe twice. It was such a regal sight, it's not something one simply forgets. When Ezio's own hands find his belt and begins working the ties open her hands pull away, pull down enough to help with slipping it open once the ties are loose and done with. One obstacle down, still so many layers to go, especially in comparison to her simple attire. She's in her water tribe clothes today, the simpler ones. It won't take long for her to get undressed, meaning she's free to focus on him for now.
He'll feel her lips curve against his, quietly amused at something, tone teasing when she steals her mouth away from his long enough to breathe out the words- ]
And to think it's usually me who's wearing too many layers.
[ Before sealing her lips to his again, tongue teasing, playful and inviting. And there's still the armor at his shoulders, on his wrists, across his chest to worry about. She's sure they can make quick enough work of it all. ]
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I suppose that means you'll just have to get to know me all over again.
[ There's a coy smile on her face as she says it, not trying to cheapen the moment by any means, but it still comes easy, and she's thinking that there's time for deeper conversation yet. ]
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I think I am going to enjoy that.
[Reaching out for her, brushing the back of his knuckles against the warmth of her cheek softly, thumb tracing over that smiling bottom lip.]
So tell me, what do you wish to do with this time you have won?
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Well and truly, Ezio's return is one of the few things she's genuinely grateful to the Twelve for. For all else that they've done to mess with their lives, now and then it almost feels like they actually listen to prayers. Usually that comes in the form of gifts from home, or boosts to their powers, or granting new abilities, but this is something much more personal, and something that means so much more to her. Even without his memories Ezio has Katara's trust. He's someone she cares for, and someone that she knows she can rely on. It's... probably sort of selfish, looking at it that way, but it's difficult putting into words how much he means to her now. There are certain feelings that she can't just push off onto him without imposing, without being unkind.
It's difficult to remember any of that when he's touching her, though, as always. One hand comes up to his chest, ignoring the armor, the padding, the metalwork, all of it. She touches him as if he isn't wearing anything at all, slow and exploratory. ]
Well... I was thinking maybe we could head back to my place? There's no time like the present, right? To start relearning...?
[ Once the touch of his thumb has passed Katara uses her hold on the back of his wrist to hold his hand still, just long enough for her to press a kiss to the center of his palm while she holds his gaze with hers, a look in her eyes so suggestive that it might as well be a declaration instead. ]
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And it's like the world stops spinning.
Because he knows that look. Knows it like he knows the back of his own hand. And this is the point where he should tell her that this is nothing more than a one night stand following a silly bet that will likely end up with them being nothing more than friends with occasional benefits.
Should.
But doesn't.
Because that look sends a shiver running down the length of his spine that he could never deny, despite how much he may want to.]
Si. [It's spoken without even thinking.
Just like he's leaning forward without even thinking, gently nudging her nose with his own, before brushing her lips with his. It's soft and quick and nothing at all like a real kiss, but it's a taste of what awaits them.]
Take me home to your bed, Bella. I have so much to learn.
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With blue eyes smoldering Katara draws back, only because she has to, but there's also a hunger there. Wordlessly (for the moment) she stands again, beckoning with that look. ] Let's not waste any time, then. [ It's punctuated by a promising smile before Katara turns her attention back on the path that will lead them back to her apartment. Another race, of sorts, but this time they both know what waits at the end. She's certain that she isn't simply imagining the way that her blood rushes a bit quicker this time as they take to the rooftops once more, the pace easier this time, but no less urgent. And while she mourns the loss of the view of him running in favor of leading, it will ensure a swifter return on their promise.
The way is familiar, and blessedly short. She stops only after reaching the familiarly tiled roof of one of the first apartment buildings in the fire district. An open balcony door on the neighboring building, drapes fluttering lightly with the breeze, signifies that they've arrived, and she leads again by making the leap across, catching herself on the railing of her own balcony, and draws herself up and over to make room for Ezio to follow. ]
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Their path is short - far shorter than he had been expecting - and while he mourns the loss of the sight of her, he knows that a much better one awaits. There's a certain amount of pride that comes from watching her jump so easily from on ledge to another, seeing her grab onto the railing of the balcony and knowing it was him who taught her that.
Following was easy enough, to get a running start across the roof, to launch into the jump that had him landing directly above her apartment. It was easier to drop down then to pull yourself up, and he landed with a small thud next to her, ever the show off.
But they were there now, and there was the welcoming expanse of a bed and privacy awaiting them, making it impossible to keep himself from reaching for her, from wrapping his arms around her waist to draw her in. From angling his head downwards and kissing her in the way he hadn't before, all intense passion and deep longing.]
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Automatically her hands come up, cupping his neck with one hand, the other tangles in fabric with a slow building greed, as if she can't decide between holding on for an anchor and urging him out of his layers already.
Her mind is made up quickly enough, apparently, as she urges him to gradually turn, gently but insistently pushing and walking him slowly back into her apartment. She knows what they both want and she's not afraid to take some initiative to help them get more comfortable. ]
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She pushes and his first instinct is push back, to bring her into some battle for dominance. But it's so easy to figure out where she's trying to lead him, to give into her insistence knowing what awaits them on the other side. To let his fingers go to the ties that hold on his belt, to begin to undo them. But it's difficult when her extremely talented mouth is so distracting.]
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Her attention was now only divided between kissing him and undressing, rather than those things and navigating. A good thing, too, because she remembers all too well how many layer he has to work through, even though she'd only seen him in full armor once, maybe twice. It was such a regal sight, it's not something one simply forgets. When Ezio's own hands find his belt and begins working the ties open her hands pull away, pull down enough to help with slipping it open once the ties are loose and done with. One obstacle down, still so many layers to go, especially in comparison to her simple attire. She's in her water tribe clothes today, the simpler ones. It won't take long for her to get undressed, meaning she's free to focus on him for now.
He'll feel her lips curve against his, quietly amused at something, tone teasing when she steals her mouth away from his long enough to breathe out the words- ]
And to think it's usually me who's wearing too many layers.
[ Before sealing her lips to his again, tongue teasing, playful and inviting. And there's still the armor at his shoulders, on his wrists, across his chest to worry about. She's sure they can make quick enough work of it all. ]