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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 24, 2015 15:33:49 GMT -5
There are only two thing that Enzo didn't have total control over in his life; his son, and his wife's ever changing mood. Now his son was a totally different issue, one that he had almost given up on but not totally because while he would never be able to take over for the family, he was still a good little fighter who can be put to work. His wife on the other hand, he wasn't so sure it was anything he could fix. Was he still not loving and attentive? Trying to shower her with all the things he promised her when they were young? Enzo just didn't get why she was so unhappy, so he missed a date or two every once in a while. So he came home late some nights... She should be happy that he never ones found comfort with another woman, never once hit her or threaten to harm her....
So why was she still so unhappy?
Maybe this called for something big and romantic, would that cheer her up? Enzo didn't know but he certainly had to try. And so that is why he was still in bed on this saturday, when normally he would have just tucked the woman in and kissed her head before heading off to do whatever he needed to do but not today. The world can survive without him for one day as he just wrapped his arms around Vitalia more and pulled her in close. Today would be just about them, no talk of work or family or anything. Just them.
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Post by Vitalia Antonucchi on Jul 25, 2015 0:26:22 GMT -5
Vitalia was still sleeping, she had taken a dreamless sleep potion before, slept before he returned home. These days, she didn't wait for him anymore, resulting in her never really seeing him. It was quite sad, but ever since Marisol died, well... Vitalia was reminded that in her world, things tend to live shorter. It spiked up days of anxiety, especially when she's thinking about her own husband. Nightmares ensured. But then she got over it, like she usually did. But the shell of depression was still there, a little small tiny thing, but it was always there. It never left, never truly did.
She woke up with warm arms surrounding her, it almost felt foreign the way it felt during this time she was waking up. Warm and strong, always firm and protective. It's been awhile since she woke up before him going to work. Enzo... The only person who could make her feel like this half-asleep. It was amazing people hadn't seen this side of him, so loving to her.
Vitalia opened her eyes to see the morning light, she squinted and looked down to see her husband's arm. She looked around groggily from her spot in bed. It might be good to wake up her husband for work like the good wife that she was. She turned a bit, then nudged his shoulder. "Love, wake up. It's time for you to go to work, you know? You still have to plan Marisol's funeral, love," she whispered to Enzo, not knowing of his plan to spend the day with her.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 25, 2015 22:34:53 GMT -5
Finally after a while he felt small little movements, ones that he hand memorized over the years and a smile came to his face. He yawned and opened his eyes to look at her. Such a sweet thing she was trying to wake him up for work like a good little wife. Though he didn't really marry her because she was good little wife material, he married her because there was so much to her. There was more than just a wife there, there was a woman. A wonderful beautiful woman he couldn't wait to spend the day with like when they were young.
"Mhm?" He said looking at her before kissing her head and yawning again. "Thank you love but I suppose I forgot to tell you." Enzo moved and took her hand to kiss it before pulling her in a little closer. "I took the whole day off, cancel all my meeting and everything so I could spend the day with you." He said softly looking into her eyes to see her reactions.
And she knew that he had alot to do and was quick to reminded him but he shook his head and hushed her. "Now now all of those things can wait. Today is just about us. After Marisol I..." He had to swallow back a sigh because he wasn't going to let himself get worked up about his sister. No matter what, because it wasn't about her it was about Vitalia. "I realized how short our time is. How I need to make the most of every last moment I have with you. You are after all my world and my life."
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Post by Vitalia Antonucchi on Jul 25, 2015 23:17:17 GMT -5
He had shushed her when she tried to remind him about the importance of his job being responsible for the lives of not only students, but adults too. He was too quick for her, unfortunately. But a part of her had wanted this to finally happen. A day for just them, despite the trouble that literally did just happen with Marisol's death. It shook poor Vitalia to the core, seeing as Enzo was the head, she never really saw the real estimate of the real life where Enzo was indeed, everyone's target. And if Marisol died as the youngest sister, then it would be worse for her husband. It scared her to bits, though she wouldn't admit.
"Enzo, stop with the flatter. You know I see past through that already," she sighed. "Now that you're awake, I need to go make breakfast of you'll starve. Now I don't want to do that... yet," she said the last part in such a serious tone, but it was obviously meant to be playful. It would seem as if she had suddenly forgot that back then mornings didn't consist of just breakfast. It also consisted of making love before the day starts. Of course due to how busy he was, it never really happened that often. It was very expected now of her to at least have sex with him once a day, she was okay with that. But really, morning sex was just too rare for them now. Back then the mornings made them as rabid as bunnies. What happened?
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 27, 2015 21:12:56 GMT -5
"Well what if I don't want to stop with the flatter mh?" He asked, raising his eyebrows as he pressed a few kisses to her shoulder. It was true though, ever since they were young he loved showering her with all sorts of affections. And he wasn't shy to do it in front of other. After all he had an amazing woman and everyone knew that and he wasn't about to hide his affections for her at all. Most men would, they wouldn't show any bit of love to their wife unless they were alone and even then it still could be rare. But no he was more than willing to just shower her with all the love and affection one woman could want, even if she told him to stop.
She playfully said that she needed to go make breakfast now and as she moved to get up he tugged her back into bed. "Now hold on for just a second." He said with a smile before moving to kiss at her neck, lips on the place that always made her giggle and made her light up. Oh he had longed to see her light up again. "Why can't we just stay in bed for a little longer, not like breakfast is going to go anywhere and beside. I am hungry for something else." Now his lips where on her jaw as he kissed up to her mouth and his fingers ran through that lovely sunshine gold hair.
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Post by Vitalia Antonucchi on Jul 28, 2015 23:50:07 GMT -5
Damnit, Enzo. He wasn't the one to stop, and she knew that very well. Sometimes Vitalia swears he does sweet things to get on her nerves. His affections always did serve the purpose it intended, always wanting her to melt into his arms which she currently was right now. He kissed at her neck, that sweet spot that she had, making her giggle happily. Wow, it has been quite a while since she was happy, wasn't it? "Breakfast is going somewhere you can't follow unless you have a time turner, dear," Vitalia told him simply, reminding him time is always moving, and if he wanted to have sex, he better be fast if he wanted breakfast.
Vitalia felt his warm lips on hers, never really taking notice of his fingers running through her 'princess hair' as many liked to call it. And so her natural response was to lightly kiss him back, though what she only managed to do was touch his lips in return. Her arms stayed mostly where they were before she decided to wrap around her husband in an endearing way like she always did. She didn't really know if he liked to be held by her more than he liked to hold her instead.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 30, 2015 22:18:07 GMT -5
"Well then maybe today I will just skip breakfast." Why was she trying to rush him along, did she not want to enjoy this time together? Did she just want him to rush things along like always? Well there was no way that was going to happen today because it was all about them and that was it. But he could tell his affect were working on her, she was melting in his arms just like he loved to see. Another warm deep kiss as he began to tug at the sting on the top of her nightgown, letting the top come undone which exposed that perfect body to him. It was still just as perfect as the night he first laid eyes on her, which happen to be their wedding night. God he could still remember every little detail of that night... And how perfect she looked. Why couldn't he still make her feel like the same perfect blushing bride? Well maybe after today he will be.
As her night gown was pulled off his hand started to explore her body, running over her hips and up to her breast and he played with them gently, fingers running over her soft pink nipples till they were hard as his lips kissed at her neck more. His other hand was now explorer down between her legs as he started to rub at her gently. He wanted to hear her moan, feel her body become tense with pleasure. He wanted this to be all about her. "You are so beautiful my love... so very beautiful..."
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Post by Vitalia Antonucchi on Aug 7, 2015 22:35:53 GMT -5
She only felt the slippery feel of her nightdress slipping off her soft skin. She felt a cold chill prickling at her skin despite how warm her husband was. Yes... he was always warm towards her. Only her, she'd like to think. But a man as handsome, as smart, as charming as Enzo, he could be fooling her around in circles, she wouldn't even know. Vitalia could feel the warmness come back as his hand explored her body, running through her skin like fire. She had closed her eyes tight and bit at her bottom lip as his fingers cared for her nipples, a moan escaping her despite biting at her bottom lip to keep herself from doing so.
A single hand went to grip his hair, her legs definitely tensing as his hand stroked at her between her legs. Vitalia's thighs spreading as little as an inch as a natural response to his working hand. The motions made her tug lightly at his hair as a loud whimper passed her pink lips. She opened her eyes slightly only to close them yet again, licking at her lips. It reminded her of that night, that night they became husband and wife, and every moment afterward that he made her his all over again.
"Enzo..." she whispered.
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