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[souille]

not just your hands, i hope.

[collectsfeathers]

I would give you anything you asked of me.

[souille]

and what could i give you in return?

[collectsfeathers]

The sound of you screaming my name.

[souille]

so simple? i can give you that now, if you ask nicely.

[collectsfeathers]

Your pleasure is all I need in return.

Please, I want to hear you.

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[souille]

Are you there?

[collectsfeathers]

[Oh, she is serious]

I am.

[souille]

[ Her breathing is heavy on the other end of the line, and it's pretty clear that their messaging has her a little worked up. ]

Ezio... I need you so much right now.

[collectsfeathers]

[The sound of her voice, so breathless and desperate sends a thrill of pleasure down the length of his spine.]

Touch yourself for me, Abigail. Stroke your clit slowly, then slide two fingers inside your heat.

[souille]

[ For a few seconds there's nothing but her breathing and the sound of the phone shifting as she tries her best to hold it steady. ]

Mmmm-- I wish it was your fingers sliding in me. They fill me up so much better than mine.

[collectsfeathers]

Be a good girl for me and they can be.

[Because honestly, it's taking everything in him not to blow off his own responsibilities and just go to her.]

My fingers inside of you. My mouth on your clit. Anything that you want.

[souille]

I'll be good, I promise.

[ Her breath hitches, then she moans softly down the line. ]

I feel like I'm on fire.

[collectsfeathers]

You sound so good like that.

[His own voice deepens slightly, takes on a tone she'll recognize from when they've been intimate together.]

Now say my name.

[souille]

Ezio...

[ Her need is evident in her voice - not just to reach her climax, but for him to be the one to bring her there. ]

[collectsfeathers]

[There's the distinct sound of breath catching within his throat, before releasing on a soft sigh at the way his name falls from her lips.]

Imagine my face between your thighs, my tongue slowly bringing you this pleasure. Tasting you as you come for me.

[souille]

[ For a long moment there's nothing but her moans, increasing in frequency and pitch, interspersed with cries of his name. Then, finally, she sighs happily, her breathing ragged. ]

God, that was good.

[collectsfeathers]

[He never stops whispering to her, voice deep and breathy, until he hears her own change, hears the soft happy sigh that slips from her.]

It is always my pleasure to serve you.

[souille]

[ Her voice is different now, the former strain in it having disappeared altogether. ]

The pleasure is entirely mutual, believe me.