Desmond was pretty sure if it weren't for the girls, his love life would be a sorry lost cause.

"You what?" Rebecca had exclaimed, spewing her coffee all over her shirt when Desmond had relayed the previous night's events. Evidently, the whole "hot 'n heavy" dance thing had not been what her and Lucy had had in mind.

"Hey! Don't give me that look!"

While Niharika grabbed some paper towels, Lucy thumped Rebecca on the back, getting the coffee out of her wind pipe.

"Des, we have to fix this!" Rebecca coughed.

" Oh, tell me something I don't know! I've been up all night thinking about it!"

Lucy sighed. "Alright, you two, calm down! This is getting us nowhere! We've got to think."

Ezio had gotten used to having to work for the things he wanted. So when he found himself wrapped up in those things, with hardly any work involved (Unless days spent fantasizing and anxiety counted as work. In which case, he'd been pulling some serious overtime.), he felt as though his heart would literally explode. Leonardo was so different than anyone he'd kissed before; tender and sweet with all of these little sharp edges from his teeth and beard that scraped Ezio's chin, but made him feel like melting, all at the same time. It was all strange and new and good, and Ezio was positive if he didn't let himself up for air soon he was going to pass out.

When they broke the kiss, Leonardo had fixed him with this smile that made Ezio's brain go all jittery and his legs turn to gelatine. No one had ever had this effect on him. But that smile! It seemed to make everything a little brighter, like it could release it's own rays of light and goodness and Leonardo into the world, and make things seem a bit better. Ezio couldn't contain a smile of his own.

"Hey." Leonardo whispered. "There's that smile of yours I never see anymore."

Ezio brushed another kiss to the artist's lips, more chaste than the last, to Leonardo's mouth, feeling the artist's lips curl up against his as he hummed pleasantly. Holding his friend close, Ezio swayed to the rhythm of the Carnivale below.

He would have to make sure to thank Antonio and Rosa later. Seriously.

Okay, Shaun was positive there was some sort of bloody conspiracy going on. Desmond and the girls were sharing all of these knowing looks and doing the whole "having a whispered conversation but talking abnormally loudly about irrelevant things whenever he came near." Shaun had no doubt it was about the previous evening.

Bloody hell.

Desmond was sending him to an early grave, that was for sure. He would probably find little clusters of grey hair on his temple one of these days.

Not that he couldn't stop thinking about Desmond if he wanted to.

Or how good his kisses were.

Or how Shaun's skin still felt warm wherever Desmond's roaming hands had touched.

Oh yeah, Shaun Definitely had the situation under control.

"Where the fuck is my laptop?" He muttered to no one in particular, eyes scanning his room. "No. It isn't." Shaun looked under his bed, checked in his closet, went through his laundry hamper, and did all of those ridiculous and dramatic things that were so, so unnecessary and stupid, but would stop him from having to go into his room.

Which was, unfortunately, the only logical place Shaun could fathom for his laptop to be in.

"Lady luck must be going through a cruel streak." He muttered.

Shaun was positive going into Desmond's room qualified as some kind of suicide mission. But if assassins couldn't face awkward situations, things were probably a hell of a lot worse than he thought they were. Peeking into the dim room, he could only see the faint glow of the main computer's screen. Maybe luck was on his side after all.

False.

As soon as he stepped in, Shaun realized the dim lights weren't exactly for energy saving. More like for a cliche romantic setting(that so did not make him go weak-kneed). Some sort of guitar music started playing in the background, and Shaun just wanted to turn tail and run, but there was Desmond.

Desmond, with a ridiculously smug look on that (so not handsome) face of his. Shaun either wanted to punch him or kiss him, whichever would make it go away faster. And as much as he was trying to deny it, he would probably end up choosing the latter. But lying innocently on the bed next to Desmond, was Shaun's laptop. Maybe punching wasn't out of the question, after all.

Desmond extended his hand, looking like such a gentleman. Shaun thought that it was really, really unfair, considering Desmond had just (probably) stolen his laptop, that he had managed to look so damned charming.

"You…!"

"May I have this dance, Shaun?"

Shaun said nothing, but allowed Desmond to pull him close.

Fine, he'd dance with him, Then punch him.

Then maybe kiss him.

Maybe.

A/N: Hey there, readers! With school a bit more under control, I've had more time for writing. Sweet!

Not that midterms exist or anything. No way. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I think there will only be around one or two more to go. If there is anything you'd like to see, anything you'd like me to consider changing, or if you're just plain enjoying this, feel free to drop a review! :)

NINS OUT!