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Ferro's Surrender
Before I swing the door open, I already know who it is. What I don't expect is this overwhelming sense of relief that I'm feeling right now. It is alien and uncalled for. Nevertheless, it is the most needed thing right now...I guess. I can't seem to have let her out of my head, no matter how much I thought I did.
Now, the feelings that I thought I buried a week ago resurfacing like the advent of a zombie apocalypse movie.
We stare at each other for a good ten seconds, seemingly unable to decide what to do with ourselves, even though there really is only one thing to do. No 'Hi...', no 'Hello...'
We just stare at each other till the pressure builds beyond my control, and I, seemingly not out of my own will, reach for her. She reaches me first, though, and our mouths take the interaction from there. It's a silent reunion. Not much needs to be said. Not much should be said. Her tongue twining against mine says all I need to hear.
'I missed you.'
I missed you too, Serafina.
But the kiss summarizes our admittance of want for each other. As if we are being controlled by Aphrodite, the goddess of amorous love herself, she hops onto me at the same time I ready myself to pick her up, and I make my way to the nearest surface we can get comfortable, with the living room couch.
I'm surprised I didn't make a detour and just take her to the ground. I crave her that much. When we get to the couch, her shirt is already gone from her torso, leaving me with the delightful task of confiscating her underwear.
...still no talking. We let our moans and groans explain our desire for each other, and her persistent aggressive purr tells me.
'I need you inside me, now.'
Yes, ma'am.
In just shy of fifteen seconds, every item that relates to the fabric on her body is gone, and I'm left staring at such a beauty that could only have been crafted by the hands of God...and that, with so much care.
Her needy eyes keep me from lingering my gaze much longer, even though I yearn to, and my mouth goes immediately for the slay, just as my body follows her rhythm to please the both of us. It is a tumultuous twenty minutes, but the pleasure we exchange is divine.
Yup. This is why I missed her all this while.
At the end of the marathon exercise, we both lay on the chair, comically panting from the physical exhaustion, and right there and then, I fell asleep in her arms. She might be out to put me behind bars, but I know she's not capable of much more than that, so I find it safe. Besides, she's probably also too tired to try anything weird.
By the time the both of us come to, we still don't even bother with clothing. Instead, we relish ourselves in the skin of one another, trying to get as comfortable as possible.
"You know, I still want to let you know this changes nothing between us." She says after a little while of hesitation. "I'm still the law; you're still the crook."
Her body does the opposite of what her mouth says, and she snuggles closer to me instead of the opposite way. I hold her close enough to me and whisper. "I understand that but correct yourself here. You're not the law. If you were, I'd be in jail by now."
"I know, but you kinda get the point I'm trying to make, don't you?" She slaps my chest to put me back in line.
I sit up straight and look her in the eye with admiration. "You're smart, Angela." Her hair feels soft when I take it in my hands. Dark strands that separate after much fiddling. "...and you know what you want. I find that adorable, but at the same time, I find your stubbornness a bother to me." What I'm about to say, I doubt she's ready for, but that's me. Hit them when they least expect it.
"I like you a lot, Sera. It's like... I've never been with a woman before when I'm with you, and it's fun. It's almost the fact that I know that you're the polar opposite of me in terms of our legal standing, but take that aside, and we have so much alike."
"We are nothing alike." She grits her teeth, maybe taking offense at that statement.
I settle back into my reclined position on the chair and answer her.
"I was a trained killer in my time as a gang member. The highest ranked in the Ricci family, and I know one thing. You never kill a man blind. To end a man, you have to follow him. Gather information about his schedules, address, places he goes..." I turn to look at her, already wide-eyed. I could tell she already knew where this was going, so I cut it short. "You, my beautiful Seraphim Angel, only differ from me in the face that you haven't pulled a physical trigger."
It takes her some time to digest that little piece of information, but when she does, she keeps her face straight and unemotional to say, "We have nothing in common. At all."
I huff and take one long look at her. Her jaws are hard-set in determination, and she keeps it that way, even when I stroke her hair and give her a soft peck. She might not have accepted me, but I have accepted her.
"I can only say what I experienced in my time with the Ricci family. No info that I didn't witness. Okay?"
"I was born into the Mafia house, so it was never much of a choice for me to decide whether or not I was going to be in the sect."
People like me usually have the ideology that there is always a choice. Even though there are no words, I can tell that he thinks I judge him right now.
