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Ivy had been on her way back from a somewhat high brow dinner she had been invited to. So her hair was done up nicely and she was wearing white to throw people off balance a little. Even the shawl wrapped around her shoulders was white and very thin like a spider's web.

But suddenly she isn't in Gotham. She frowns and sniffs the air. This must be the Nexus. So she keeps walking and stops when she hears a loud rumble. Crap. She starts backing up and feels something drop right behind her. A tail of some kind?

"Why hello, miss," a loud somehow cultured voice says from somewhere above her. "I hope you don't mind but I do enjoy the company."

"I---" Oh she does mind. But now she's too nervous to say anything. That sounds like a dragon. And suddenly she’s very nervous and wants to get away now!

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"I feel safe with them on. I know people can't stare at my eyes if something's covering them," she explains. But right now her voice is hitching little by little. She needs them back. She seriously feels naked without them.

She shivers alittle. She doesn't mean to but she's feeling high strung and he has her sunglasses plus he's really close.

But now for the humerously innocent moment of the day take number 23657. "What...thing?" Buzzah?

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Altaїr is puzzled by her reaction, and oh if she could see the look on his face right about now! It's priceless, and insanely adorable. He shifts uncomfortably. Was he wrong? He blushes heatedly, entirely embarrassed to his core.

Instead of answering her though, or simply giving her back her sunglasses, he does something both completely random and rather odd. Reaching up with his other hand, Altaїr brushes his fingertips gently across her eyes, forcing the lids shut and then repeating the action again soothingly. Then his hand, turned sideways as to fit, rests softly atop her eyes, effectively hiding them from sight again.

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Ivy wonders deep down if he is a Master of Drunken Assassination. She has no idea really but this is just really strange. Comforting but strange.

But she'll also lean forward. Hey Altair have an Ivy who is no longer ready to verbally rip your head off. "You are a very strange man."

He really is.

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Altaїr looks down at her with an unusual glint of tenderness in his eyes. "I can work with that," he responds.

With her seemingly calm now, the master assassin takes the opportunity to close the gap glaringly keeping them apart. As their bodies touch his hand with the sunglasses reaches around to rest lightly across her back just above her waist, holding her to him. His other hand remains covering her eyes.

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She inds this is very comfortable. Odd but comfortable because now she doesn't have to worry about falling. Altair won't let her.

"So. What's this 'thing' beween us?" She'd love to tease about her dress being between them. But uh, yeah no breaking his brain or joking like that.

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Altaїr had been hoping to avoid that little question. He shifts uncomfortably for a second and then forces himself to be still. No reason to alarm Ivy, or make her feel uncomfortable through his touch.

"It's... whatever this is," he says hesitantly. "I'm not really certain, to be truthful."

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"Oh." That was too...simple.

Ivy just blushes more. Then on an impluse removes his hand from her eyes and places a soft kiss at the palm of his hand and then a quick very shy kiss to his jaw lie.

Now she's blushing brightly and rocking on her heels a bit. That was uh, bold. Right. No dying from being shy it's not allowed.

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Altaїr's first reaction is no reaction at all. He's shocked; well, that's an understatement. He stiffens and his breath catches in his throat. After a long moment he relearns how to breath and takes a large, much needed gasp of air. He blows it out slowly.

He watches her carefully. He notices her cute little blush. He catches her movements with his hand, and he holds her a bit more tightly to make sure she doesn't fall.

He flexes the kissed hand with a thoughtful expression. Was that right? To allow her to kiss such a blood-soaked hand? He had this vague notion of damnation for that, swayed a little himself.

Still, he knew now more than ever what he wanted. He relaxes completely, and his head dips lower to her face. He brushes his cheek against hers. He turns his head so that his lips hover precariously close to her skin. His breath caresses her as he follows her cheekbone down to her neck.

Here he hesitates.

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Oh for all she understands about him he has that much more to learn about her. She hides things way about herself. Though she still is innocent when it comes to other people's lives. She has never killed a person or really hurt them in physically in anger.

Ivy had thought he was going to kiss her on the mouth. That wouldn't have bothered her at all. But it didn't happen and she felt his cheek brush against her's. Now her heart is thumping because she knows he's going to do something and for a moment she swore the good kind of fire was sparking in her blood. That hadn't happened in a very long time.

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Though her complete opposite, it would quite possibly surprise her to learn all the little intricacies of Altaïr. He wasn't all fight and kill. There was the softer side to his purpose in life. But that was for another time.

At the moment Altaïr was content to grab what he could and hold on tight. Thankfully not literally. His mouth hovered over Ivy's skin with a reluctance practically palpable in the air. But he waited even so.

His head ducked lower, following her neckline down to her shoulders. There he hesitated again, and after a long moment of simply breathing he kissed her skin lightly at the soft area just between shoulder and neck.

The hand she had kissed earlier wrapped itself around her hand and started to massage it gently. His lips worked their way back up her neck and planted a shy kiss at the corner of her mouth.

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Ivy made a soft noise. It was a happy one because while she was surprised it was the good kind. Not the kind that would end with her ting to throw Altair on the ground and fleeing.

Of course once his mouth meets the corner of hers she reaches over with her free hand to touch the side of his face then presses a warm kiss to his mouth. The kind that could almost be mistaken for attempting to suck his soul out. But she isn't trying to, really. This is his fault. Seriously.

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Altaïr is surprised only really by the fierceness of the kiss. He had never quite realized the female creature could be so... aggressive. He briefly wondered if the fact of Ivy being just so *different* from most women in his world was what caused him to be so attracted to her.

It takes little time for the Assassin to respond to her kiss with his own pressing back. His hold on her only tightens as he tries desperately to get closer to their already touching bodies.

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Well Ivy isn't a passive creature. When she wants something she tends to go for it.

Ivy is more than happy to get as close as she can to him. A small part of her mind hopes that they don't knock each other over then again, she wouldn't mind that too much.