Ezio loved pretty women. Short, tall, curvy, thin, blonde, brunette, exotic, traditional. He loved them all, though he was not without favorites. He liked the exotic women best and he liked them with curves and petite frames. But that was just a preference and Ezio Auditore wasn't exactly picky, which was precisely how he had wound up bedded with a practically emaciated (in his opinion) looking woman for her lack of breasts. She was two inches taller than himself with the most boring, predictably beautiful face Ezio had seen in a long, long time.

But damn, if she wasn't good.

Ezio stilled his breath in his chest, listening for the faint sounds of his latest partner's life. She was breathing deeply, evenly, indicating she was safely sleeping. Perfect. With practiced grace Ezio detangled himself from her too-long limbs and the mess of blankets around them then eased himself away from her and out of the bed. It was slow business from there to gather his many things from where they had been strewn. It was the nature of blades to clang and create noise that would undoubtedly render their master caught, but Ezio was invariably cleverer than his equipment and he made no sound as he redressed, finally tugging on a left then a right boot.

A gloved hand rested briefly on the door as if contemplating whether or not he truly desired to leave. Without a glance back, the assassin pushed it open and slipped out quick as a whip and descended down a darkened staircase corridor and out into the night.


Author's Note: Ezio gets all the bitches :D Shorter than the last one, having alarmingly nothing to do with either the summary or the title, but hey, this is my fanfiction. Deal.

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