holy water cannot help you now;

[luthored]

Who: Lana Lang & Ezio Auditore
What: Rage bender that will eventually lead to presents and hopefully an intact Ezio.
When: Christmas Eve
Where: Lana's house.
Rating: PG-13 for now?

Lana had originally planned to really enjoy the holidays. She'd thought to go to Lucrezia's party, to finish wrapping up all the Christmas presents and deliver them to all of her friends, but nothing had really gone as planned. And whose fault was that?

There were names she could have cursed out loud in her rage, but she kept them silent since one could ever be too careful in Paradisa. But there, in her mind, she screamed them as she tore through anything in her path. DAMON SALVATORE. LUCREZIA BORGIA.

LEX LUTHOR!

She had almost completely demolished the panic room beneath her house, having thought that it could withstand her temper tantrum, but she was wrong. And it wasn't enough. So when that was through, she moved to her guest room, another room nobody would see, and continued to seek blame where she couldn't find it.

Lana had been trying to be happy. To help. To be useful. And who had talked her into that? Who? Maybe there was only one name she should be cursing in her head, for putting such fanciful thoughts there in the first place.

EZIO AUDITORE!

And there went the wooden wardrobe out the guest bedroom's window, left-over clothes and all, to scatter broken in her yard.

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[assassino]

He leans his face so close his forehead bumps against hers.

"No? What excuse would you use, then?"

[luthored]

"I need an excuse? I just assumed I'd only have to tell you to take off your clothes..."

[assassino]

He chuckles.

"That is true. Go on, tell me."

[luthored]

She breaks into a full-fledged grin then, gently poking at his chest to push him back.

"In the kitchen, while you're cooking? That's very unhygienic. You need to be watching the food, not me."

[assassino]

"The food needs to cook, it will be fine for a few moments," he replies, moving with her poke and then right back up against her. "It is probably safer to cook nude, anyhow... less change of clothing catching fire."

[luthored]

It would be rude to laugh in his face.

So she turns her head.

[assassino]

He knows he's charming. When she turns her head, he grins and leans in to press a kiss to her neck.

[luthored]

Lana definitely isn't going to let him get naked in her kitchen, but she's certainly okay with him kissing her neck. The sigh she lets out is soft; content. As content as she can by while holding in her excitement, at least.

Her arms wrap around his neck again, and her cheek nuzzles affectionately against his hair. "I'm glad you came by. You really do have a knack for cheering me up. Most other guys would have run away at the sight, you know..."

[assassino]

He stops after a second, when she wraps her arms around him, and he chuckles, nose still against the crook of her jaw.

"What do I have to be afraid of, hmm?"

[luthored]

The question makes her feel warm, because while she does think he should take the danger of him being hurt seriously, she doesn't want him to fear her, either. And that's something that's always on her mind.

"Exactly. But most guys run at the first sign of trouble." Or crazy. But she's not crazy.

[assassino]

"I am not a typical man," he replies. "I dive off buildings and am a professional killer. What do I have to fear over some furniture being thrown out windows?"

[luthored]

"And you're so good at apprehending teenage girls wielding wine bottles."