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Summary: This is another fanfic for Robert/Sophie shippers. My vision of what could have happened in Florence. If your intention is reading mystery, adventure or thriller, you may skip to another story, for this one is pure fluff. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

When Can I See You Again?

Chapter Four: Outburst

It took Langdon some seconds to realize where he was when he awoke the following morning. But when he saw Sophie still asleep, curled up under the covers beside him, he realized he hadn't been dreaming. The events of the past day had all been perfectly true. If she wasn't asleep he could have sung, regardless of his terrible voice and tune. After spending good minutes staring at her beautiful figure he decided it was time to move. Despite his effort not to disturb her, he was pulled back and landed on the bed again when he tried to stand.

"Where do you think you are going, Professor?" a hoarse voice asked.

Langdon flattened his messy hair and looked back at her. "Have someone ever told you you look beautiful even when you are totally disgruntled?"

"Actually yes," she said, straightening herself up.

"Does it mean I'm not the first to awake beside her?"

In fact, none of Sophie's previous boyfriends, which weren't many, had ever told her how beautiful she was. That was just another thing that made Robert different from the others.

"My Grandfather used to say that all the time," she explained.

He gave her a peck on the nose. "He was right you know?" She smiled. "May I go now?"

In less than thirty minutes they were downstairs eating, stuffing themselves with that wonderful Italian breakfast. As Langdon had promised Sophie, they weren't going to visit museums, churches and places of the sort, they simply spent time walking trough some of the Florentine streets, which were, per si, open door museums.

The midday sun made them feel a little dizzy, so they stopped in a park and sat on a bench to rest. Langdon took Sophie's hand and imagined how wonderful it would look with a ring. They hadn't been there for more than five minutes when a little boy unwillingly disturbed their conversation.

"Ouch!" Langdon had been hit by a ball.

Sophie didn't know if she laughed, helped him or scolded the poor boy. Instinctively her hand was already on the hit spot when the child came, terrified.

"Mi dispiace, Signori!"

"What is the brat saying?"

"He is apologizing Robert, don't be too hard on him!" she replied cross, wondering if it was the way he used to treat children.

"Okay," he sighed and gave the ball back to the boy, his lips forming an awkward smile.

Sophie was satisfied that Robert had redeemed himself. The boy observed the two with a curious look, wondering why they were saying so strange words. She noticed the child wouldn't move. "Sta bene, bambino," she said, getting an intrigued look from the boy. "Ma attenzione il prossimo tempo."

He nodded and run away, happy he had gotten his ball back.

"I didn't know you spoke Italian," Langdon said amazed, asking himself what other of her secrets he was yet to discover.

But she was modest. "Just a few words."

He didn't care; it didn't make her a bit less awesome. He loved how she kept surprising him. They returned to the Hotel to have lunch. It was incredible how much you felt hungry in Italy! The food at the Brunelleschi was as tasty as the food they had eaten at the Natalino. As it was usual in the country, after lunch they went to their room to have the famous "siesta." But they didn't sleep at all.

In fact, Robert wanted do take a final look at his presentation. He always changed something in the last minute.

"Sophie, are you sure you don't mind if I spend some time working on it?" Langdon wanted to know. The last thing he wanted was to make their moments together boring.

"Only if you let me see you working," she played.

For the next hour or so, while Robert typed on his notebook, spoke to himself here and there, typed again and spoke once more, Sophie crawled up on the bed, laid on her stomach and observed him. Two or three times he wanted to know her opinion about something and she proudly told him what she thought or how he could rewrite a line to make the topic seem more interesting.

"Hey, I don't want you to spoil the surprise!" Langdon exclaimed and covered the screen when she threatened to get a bit closer to him.

She retreated. "Silly! Have I ever told you I read your book?"

"You did?" he turned surprised, forgetting about his presentation. "I thought you didn't know me when we first met."

"And you were right. I read it later," she explained.

He was about to ask her something, but she hadn't intended to divert his attention. The sooner he finished his work the better.

"We can discuss it later, Robert. I don't want to be a distraction for you."

"Too late," he said playful, but returned to his notebook.

Sophie silently came to him from behind his back when she heard him sigh as he closed the computer. "Need some relaxing now?" she asked, bringing her hands to his shoulders in a provocative way.

Langdon closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch. "You are spoiling me."

"Does it mean you like it?"

Instead of replying, he got up and turned to face those delicate features he would never get tired of. "I like everything that comes from you."

Langdon seized Sophie, who let herself get lost in his arms while resting her head against his chest. Gently cupping her chin, he brought her tender lips in another intense kiss. She enlaced his neck and deepened the overwhelming contact. Both of them felt an incredible weightlessness, as if any moment they would start to fly. At the same time, while her lips parted and their tongues mangled, her entire body started to burn. He held her tighter and their kiss became even more passionate.

After several minutes, as they pulled apart to catch their breath, Langdon thought it was the perfect moment to let Sophie know how he felt about her. He mustered some courage and whispered in her ear, "I'm hopelessly in love with you."

Even though she had guessed he was going to say something along the line soon, she couldn't have predicted the emotion that took over her when she heard those words from his mouth.

"Sophie, are you crying?" His arm came warmly round her waist and he kissed the tear away.

"Never mind me, Robert," she smiled awkward. "I still can't believe it's happening to me. All time I ask myself when I'm going to wake up on that cold bed in Paris."

"Sophie." He pulled her even closer. "You are not dreaming. We are not dreaming."

"I love you too, Robert."

LEMON WARNING!

Langdon held his chin softly against the top of her head, letting her words slowly take in, savoring each of them. He was so happy to know Sophie felt the same way about him. Lost in his thoughts and not wanting that moment to end, he was caught a bit off guard when she pulled him down again and pressed her lips hard against his. It took him a fraction of second to respond to the kiss, but when he did it was once more full of passion.

Despite the difficult moments Sophie had gone through in the recent past, in that moment she could have said that her life was perfect. After all, she was with the man she had grown to love so much, he loved her back, and they were going to spend a whole week together in a marvelous city. All these things crossed her mind in a flash as she opened her mouth to kiss him. Their surroundings dissolved, the world was theirs. Sophie rubbed his chest and her fingers lingered for a while on his neck before reaching his back. She hugged him hard, and he responded embracing her even harder, never interrupting their mouth contact.

Their interaction was so intense that it was like they were living their last day. Things had never gotten so hot between them; both new that and didn't want to stop. Even so Langdon wanted to make sure Sophie was comfortable. He didn't need to ask, for before he could find the best way to put the question she started to unbutton his shirt, keeping her eyes on him as a small smile formed on her face. He smiled back and reached under her blouse, trailing a path with his fingers, up and down her small back. Once she was done with the buttons he got rid off the clothing, getting a look of admiration from her. Blushing, she asked him to help her take off that lovely blouse and he immediately obeyed. Langdon let Sophie guide him to the bed as he stared marveled at her.

"You are so beautiful," he said as she laid on her back and felt his soft touch on her delicate skin.

She rose, gave him a peck on the lips and laid down again. "And you are way too handsome, Professor."

He bent down, rested his hands on her sides and sought her mouth once more. He then started to caress her belly and the region between her breasts, making her shiver. After a while she grasped his hand and made him stop.

He looked puzzled at her but didn't protest while she provocatively kissed his ear and made her way down his neck, tracing a line up his back with his fingers. Her other hand touched his belt and began to unbuckle it.

"May I?" she teased.

He caught her hand. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Sophie disposed Langdon from his pants and tantalized him by bringing his hands to the stripes of her bra. He gently slid them down while she undid the bra and shivered under his touch. Not being able to fight the impelling desire that was taking over him, he reached for the button of her jeans and undid it. Sophie carved for him too. Her fingers made circular movements upon his chest, then on his abdomen. They explored each other's body for a while before she slid her fingers under his boxers, sending a shiver up his spine. He reacted fast to her touches. Noticing that, she placed herself on top of him and put her legs on his sides. Their lips met again as she used one of her hands to start pulling his boxers down. Langdon shuddered but managed to grasp her hand.

"Sophie."

"What's it, Robert?"

Even though he was sure there wasn't anything he'd rather do than have her that night, he needed to know that she was conscious of what was going on between them. He didn't want her to regret it later. She could read on his face that something was wrong, but he wouldn't tell what it was. Judging by her expression, he could tell she knew exactly what she was doing, and he'd better move if he didn't want her to be mad at him. Relaxed, Langdon let her hand go and resume what she had started. He smiled amused at the sight of her craving expression. Using her waist as a support to lift his own weight, he made her lay down and eagerly started to reveal the most secret part of her body. Soon there was nothing between them; they were being compelled to consummate their love.

"Sophie, are you sure you are ready?" he asked softly.

"Yes," she assured. "Just go slowly."

"I will," he promised.

They started to move in synchrony, Langdon being as gentle as he could. He wanted Sophie to be in heaven. Never a woman had made him feel so complete, so the least he could do was to give her his best. He could tell she was experiencing pleasant moments, yet her face was tense. "Am I hurting you?" he inquired worried.

"Not anymore," Sophie replied as their contact deepened.

He felt her body's resistance loosen and noticed her face relax.

After some minutes of profound intimacy, he could tell her moment was coming. They would get there together. Langdon didn't change his pace until they reached the culmination of their physical and emotional pleasure, when their body and soul finally became one.