*WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!*

This is my very first time writing intimate scenes, so bear with me. It is slightly spicy-sexy :) I will NOT go into the full details.

"So, are we girlfriend and boyfriend now?" I asked when Andrea fell asleep on my lap. I placed him on a smaller couch and supported it with the table so he would not fall off. Dario's house was not made to host babies, but that was about to change because he had to buy Andrea a crib.

We finished eating, and I was grateful that Dario still remembered my misophonia and chewed with his mouth shut. 

Little details matter.

He held my left hand and pointed to the ring he had bought for me a couple of days ago. It fitted perfectly. "Jolene... we are practically married." I stared at him because I wanted a serious answer. It was true that we looked married because of the cover-up story we created to distract Atlas, but I wanted something real with Dario.

When he saw how serious I was about that question, he kissed my hand and patted my head. "Sorry, but we can be whatever you want us to be. Girlfriend-boyfriend, engaged, married, I don't really care as long as I am with you every step of the way."

A big teddy bear, indeed. He was so pure, regardless of his Mafia side, and I could not help but embrace him. "Let's take things slow and be my boyfriend for now."

"For now? So I have a chance to change that title in the future?" His grin was adorable, and I felt lucky to be here with him in a foreign country despite being chased by a maniac stalker. His firm grip made me feel safe. It was a weird feeling since we only knew each other for a few months, but I felt like I had been in his company for years.

We met a few times when we were toddlers, but I was sure that even he did not remember our time together. If it were not for the picture that Dad took twenty-four years ago, I would not have believed him when he said we were inseparable. 

In that picture, I was sleeping on my dog's back, and Dario played with my hair with a smile while patting Titan's head. His dad was still alive at the time.

I smirked at his question. "Depends on your behavior; you can end up as my ex!" His smile dropped at my joke, and I felt evil, so I grabbed his cheeks and made him look at me. He was pouting. "I am sorry, I was kidding."

He buried his face in my neck and took a deep breath. "Don't scare me like that! I might be tough, cruel, and merciless with others, but when I am with you, I feel like my walls crumble. You are making me go nuts, Bambi!"

I played with his hair as he laid his cheek on my collarbone. "Do you remember our times together when we were little?" He hummed at my question, and I stopped moving. "You do?"

He did not like that I stopped playing with his hair, so he made me move my fingers through it again, and I waited for an explanation. "I am a year older than you and saw the photo..."

I groaned. "Dad! I am going to kill him!"

Dario chuckled as he drew circles on my stomach. "But even if he didn't show it to me, I still remember that day. You were sick with a high fever and refused to eat or sleep. Dante did not know what to do, so he took you to the doctor and took me with you for support. You were terrified and made me hold your hand through the whole check-up. After we went home, you fell asleep on Titan, and I stayed with you until my dad came to pick me up."

I was speechless.

He recalled all that, and I could barely remember what I ate yesterday. "Why didn't you mention that you remember me?"

He shrugged. "I did not think it would make a difference at that time, but now it does. We were connected since we were little, gone our separate ways, and rejoined paths again. If this is not fate, I don't know what is," he replied and kissed my collarbone, making me giggle. I was too damn ticklish for my own good.

I thought he had finished his teasing, but I jumped slightly when I felt his hand get closer to my inner thigh. His other hand was on my waist as his mouth showered me with kisses from my jawline to just above my breasts. I was wearing a tank top and shorts, seeing as the weather became warmer with each day. However, this outfit was risky with a horny Dario.

As I was about to remove his hand from my inner thigh, he held it gently and looked at me. "I promise I won't do anything that you won't like, and I will not take off anything. Just let me feel you, Bambi, please. If it gets uncomfortable, just say the word, and I will stop."

I weighed my options, and I knew he would not do anything to hurt me or go beyond my wishes. I could just push him off if things got out of hand. I was too bothered down there to refuse, so I nodded. 

He kissed me gently, and his hands inched closer to my private area. I was so inexperienced that I did not know where to put my hands, so I asked him what to do while blushing like a tomato. "Feel me up." His reply made me nervous, yet wanted. 

This is fucking scary!

"Down there?" I asked with wide eyes, unsure if I could take that step yet.

He shook his head and smiled softly. "Not necessarily. If you don't want to touch there, you can touch anywhere else you feel comfortable with."

I nodded shyly. "Sorry," I whispered while avoiding eye contact.

He placed both hands on my cheeks. "Don't apologize. You should draw the line. You are in control of how I touch you and how you touch me. We can stop this if you don't want to, and I won't feel mad. It's your right. Just because I am horny around you doesn't mean we have to comply with my desires."

My feminist side was celebrating. "Okay, you can touch me... but above my clothes. I am not ready yet."

"Whatever you wish." He kissed me one last time on my lips and then moved his face between my breasts. His touches were soothing rather than sexual, and I appreciated him more. I gathered my courage, grabbed one of his hands, and directed it toward my core. 

I nodded when he looked at me for final permission, and he beamed.

When his fingers brushed my fabric, I gasped and closed my eyes. I was too aroused to stop squirming, but his grip tightened around my waist, holding me in place. One of his fingers ran circles on my core, and I moaned uncontrollably. 

I was surprised at the sounds I made, so I put my palm over my mouth to sustain the embarrassment. "Let me hear your cute voice, Bambi." He was breathing heavily as his fingers did wonders down there.

That was with fabric between us; what would happen if I was completely naked?

"It's weird!" I said in a hushed tone, trying my best not to wake Andrea.

He shook his head with a grin. "It's fucking sexy, so let me hear you, baby," he exclaimed, and I shut his mouth.

"Shush, you are too loud! And baby? What happened to Bambi?"

"You will always be my Bambi, but baby sounded intimate... now you ruined it!" he laughed, and I giggled like a damn baby.

"Sorry, I-" I did not finish my sentence because he touched the right spot, and he knew it. "Oh shit." His smirk indicated the pride in his work, and I hid my face in his neck.

"You are so wet, even through the fabric, Bambi." I slapped his arm to make him stop talking. "Do you want a release?" I nodded, not able to utter proper words. He made me forget my alphabet. Luckily, he did not press for a verbal answer as he sped up his pace until I was fully and utterly satisfied.

"You did good, Bambi." He grabbed a clean towel from the table drawer and cleaned me up. I still needed a shower.

"I am sorry I couldn't touch you..."

"What did I say about apologizing? Take your time. Besides, I am happy that my girl is satisfied. Don't worry about me," he said, and I looked down and winced at how hard he was.

"This looks painful... can I try something?" I asked, and he nodded. I was not about to touch his buddy but could feel other places. So, I lifted his shirt and started kissing his abdomen. I went up and took him into a rough kiss, which he let me lead, and I tugged his hair. His moans made me content. 

After a while of exploring his mouth with my tongue, he got his release without me touching it. "How was that?" I asked nervously.

"Um, fucking amazing..." he said breathlessly, placing his forehead on mine.

"I want to take a quick shower before Enola comes back. Can you watch over Andrea for a bit, and we will switch later?"

He nodded and gave me one last kiss. "Go ahead, Bambi. After I shower, remind me to tell you about the Mafia Ball," he said so casually that I almost tripped on my own shadow.

"What Mafia Ball?"

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19/09/2023 

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