askthebigbadwolf:

askeziocreed:

Ezio was absoulutely smitten with himself as he placed the food once more between her lips. How he wished that his own could touch her’s. Even if it was only for a good night kiss. In all of his years he had never once been tamed by the charms of a lady. And yet here was one with such a animalistic feel to her, that magicaly confined him into actaully wanting to make it more than what it usually was.

The wolf growled softly in appreciation, snapping up the food she’d been offered without a second thought. She didn’t think twice about any implications, all she cared about was that she was being fed, and the food was warmer in her stomach than a fresh kill. That made her happy, for some reason. Was this what it felt like to be human, and comforted by food? They certainly were odd creatures….

Yet it was her tail wagging, thumping against the legs of the chair she was perched on that snapped her back to realizing, hey - there’s something going on here. She looked down, and back up, and quickly gained an embarrassed look at how cub-like she’d acted, pining for food like a hungry pup would from an older packmate just come back from a hunt.

“Y-you saw nothing.”

Ezio folded his arms over his chest and smiled at her, his eyes glancing at her from the side.

“You say I saw nothing? But I say I saw plenty~ I guess it is true what you said about the misconception people had about you being the “Big bad wolf.”

He chuckled as he stuck the same fork into a piece of the lasagna. Promptly devouring the morsil before it could cool further.