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Even if Stephanie had access to all the paper in Rome, she didn't think she'd have enough room to write down all that sucked. Bathing sucked. The weather sucked. The clothing sucked. The Borgia family sucked. Lack of deodorant sucked. Lack of modern convenience sucked. Oh, what else? Getting a cut on your arm sucked, because then you worried about stitches and sterilization, and when you're pretty much the most medically advanced person in the history of ever (so far, and maybe that was probably an annoyed exaggeration), that meant you fixed yourself up as best you could, put your shirt back on, and went on with your day. That really sucked.

It was embarrassing, too. She was eager to help, eager to commit to Ezio and the Assassins, but not so eager to kill. The extra care it took to not spill blood (and not make it totally obvious what she was doing) cost her bumps and bruises. And this time, some skin and blood. She wasn't sure if she was more worried about the scar or Ezio noticing--if he hadn't already. She'd lost track of how many chats about killing they'd had, both in Rome and in Paradisa.

For now, she sat herself down at the desk and tried to look busy. She could work on other embarrassing things to distract herself from her "scratch"--like her understanding of local geography. Ugh. Rome was fucking confusing, even after all this time. It didn't make sense to her like Gotham had.

Maybe she'd just invent satellite imaging.

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He chuckled.

"I thought we were supposed to be napping."

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"Nice dodge," she laughed. "I'm sorry if I distracted you by admitting that I'd be more than willing to sleep with you. It's not like that's a big step for us or anything."

Then, a more seriously:

"Though you're probably right. You need your sleep. I can be quiet."

She opened her arms in an invitation to cuddle up.

He shifted into her arms, comfortably nestling against her. This close, he can feel her heartbeat, through the fabric of her shirt and against his bare chest.

"At least I will sleep with good dreams," he replied, running a hand along her body again, stopping at the small of her back.

She tilted her face to leave a soft, but quick, kiss on the corner of his mouth. Not even deterred by the facial hair.

"I would have said the best, but I'll settle for good, too."

"We will see," Ezio hummed, closing his eyes. "I cannot know until I have dreamed."

He shifted to kiss her in return, his hand sliding down over her behind.

Once upon a time she'd shoved him off the bed for touching too much, but in the here and now she snuggled closer.

She wasn't sure if he was going for her cheek or her lips, but she decided lips were the target. No harm, right? Right. Stephanie wasn't a stranger to kissing Ezio on his face, but the lips? Rarely. It was enough to get her heart thumping quickly.

She kept it short (and friendly, she guessed), touching her nose to his. Super cool, Stephanie Brown. Super cool.

He kissed her almost lazily, shifting to press himself flush against her, and his hand groped gently. It felt nice, to be intimate like that, and he felt the impulse to pull her thigh around his waist, but his mind was growing too foggy to actually do it.

When she broke it off, he stayed close.

And then he started to doze off.

She smiled to herself as he drifted off. She always enjoyed people falling asleep against her, and it was sweet knowing Ezio was comfortable enough to do so.

Her hand settled in his hair as she closed her eyes. Sleep probably wasn't going to come easily to her, but she was fine with that.