I slowly calm down as the figure moves closer to the TV and becomes familiar in the light.

"Hey May, would you let a lonely fool join you under the blanket on the couch ? I bought marshmallow bears on the way here."

I smile at the sight of Ezio holding the innocent-looking bag of candies and lift the blanket I'm wrapped in as a gesture of approval.

He takes off his shoes and jacket and slides in between the couch and my back. He wraps his right arm around me and places my head on his bent left arm. We snuggle together under the blanket. He rests his head in the crook of my neck and holds me tightly. I close my eyes to savor the moment, feeling safe and content. I feel lulled by the rhythm of his heart beating against my back. I want this moment to last forever, never wanting to leave this couch where everything feels simple and clear, fully content and in love.

"Forgive me, May. I really acted like an idiot," he whispers into my neck.

I sigh with relief at his apology, glad he acknowledges his mistakes and makes the first move.

"I won't disagree with you on that. I didn't understand what happened," I reply, my eyes fixed on the TV.

He lifts his head and brushes the hair from my face with his right hand, then strokes it gently.

"You have every right to be mad at me. I'm well aware that I've made mistakes and disappointed you with my betrayal and today's rejection."

"Ezio, I..."

"No, wait, let me finish. I want to make things right. I want to improve for you and remove any disappointment from your eyes. Tomorrow, let me take you somewhere dear to my heart where I can explain my behavior today, even if it's not entirely justifiable."

In response, I turn to face him and kiss him. Our kiss ignites and becomes passionate. His hands, burning with desire, roam over my body, and mine entwine in his hair. As he continues kissing me, he presses me down with a commanding hand and positions himself above me. He nibbles my ear, licks the lobe, and then moves down to my neck.

"Ezio, wa-wait, maybe we should go to the bedroom. Andy and Salvatore will be back soon," I manage to articulate with difficulty as he continues to heighten my desire.

He lifts his head and sets me ablaze with his lustful gaze and enticing smile.

"Don't you want to play, May ?"

"I just don't want to be interrupted," I admit with a similarly enticing smile.

Ignoring my remark, he continues downward. His tongue teases my nipples, and his hands firmly grasp my breasts. He moves even lower until his lips are on my panties. He kisses my lower lips through the fabric, then slides it aside to lick me. He slips two fingers inside me, placing his thumb on my clitoris, moving in circles, drawing a moan from me. He kisses and licks my lower lips while continuing to finger me. My pulse quickens, as do my moans, and I move my hips to intensify the pleasure. Gradually, he stops and makes his way back up, kissing along my body until reaching my lips.

"I want to take you savagely, to be so primal that the entire street hears you scream in pleasure."

"Dare if you can," I challenge him.

His smile widens before he stands up and, before I realize it, he flips me onto my stomach. He lifts my hips, positioning me for doggy style. He licks my lower lips again and fingers me before slapping my buttocks, making me moan. He thrusts into me with one swift motion; I arch my back as he grabs my hair. His movements are steady and sharp, and we both moan in pleasure, unbothered by the noise we're making. After a few minutes, we change positions. He sits, and I straddle him with my back to him, giving him a view of my arch and buttocks. I move my hips vertically, and he places his hands on my hips to intensify my movements. He grabs my hair, pulling me against his chest, kissing my neck while his hands fondle my breasts.

I decide to turn around and face him. We kiss passionately, continuing our fervent movements. He kisses my neck, then between my breasts, and returns to my lips. Our movements intensify; I grip his hair, tilting his head back, which makes him groan. I kiss his neck, move up to his ear, and play with it. Overwhelmed by pleasure, he lifts me by the buttocks and places me on the edge of the dining table behind the couch. He slides his arms under my legs and resumes thrusting. I grip the edge of the table with my hands and lie back, biting my lower lip from the growing pleasure. Ezio grabs my breast with one hand and tightens his grip on my thigh with the other, increasing the pace of his thrusts. The rhythm and pleasure intensify; I feel him harder inside me than ever, which excites me even more, and I sense the orgasm building.

"Ezio, keep going, I'm coming," I sigh between moans.

A few seconds later, Ezio comes, and I feel his semen inside me, lubricating me further and bringing me to an immediate climax. We stay pressed against each other for a few seconds, catching our breath, when we hear a noise at the door.

"Well, quite the show you two put on," Andy applauds, all flustered.

I press myself even closer to him, feeling Ezio's hands trying to cover my buttocks as best he can.

"Andy, Salva, did you see everything ?" I ask, embarrassed.

"No, we're not that twisted, but we sure heard everything, and I think the neighbors did too, she announces, laughing. We'll leave you to your privacy. Have a good night, lovebirds," Andy adds with a wink.

We separate and laugh, embarrassed. We gather our things and the blanket and head to my room. Settled in bed, we entwine lovingly before drifting off into the arms of Morpheus.