It's perfect, really, that he's pulled her under a gazebo in the rain. If it were anyone else, she'd roll her eyes and call them cliche and copying off of movies, but, well, for one, Ezio gets a lot more of a pass for cheesy actions in general, not to mention two, he'd have no idea what movies she was accusing him of copying off of.
So she just smiles, an almost perfect echo of his own breathlessly pleased one, a bubble of joy rising in her chest as he leans in to kiss her. Her arms wrap around his neck, and she thinks again how it's almost too perfect - kissing in the rain under a gazebo seems unreal. But for now, she'll take it, and just smiles back at him, softly opening her mouth under his, savoring the moment. She wraps herself around him, in him, not caring in the least that she has no idea where either of their masks have gone to and that without them, they can't re-enter the ballroom. But for now, that is perfect, that is fine, the two of them lost in their own world.
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So she just smiles, an almost perfect echo of his own breathlessly pleased one, a bubble of joy rising in her chest as he leans in to kiss her. Her arms wrap around his neck, and she thinks again how it's almost too perfect - kissing in the rain under a gazebo seems unreal. But for now, she'll take it, and just smiles back at him, softly opening her mouth under his, savoring the moment. She wraps herself around him, in him, not caring in the least that she has no idea where either of their masks have gone to and that without them, they can't re-enter the ballroom. But for now, that is perfect, that is fine, the two of them lost in their own world.