TC Stark: Oh my God, I cannot believe it has been so long since I've added. Seriously, it blows me away. I felt like I needed a break, because I had been writing every single day and felt that I was just frying my brain. But, then all of a sudden I felt...stuck. I had three pages of this done for two weeks and just could not do it. Finally, I feel myself coming together again. So, please continue to follow this story and please review to let me know how you feel about this. I love this story so much, I hope you do too. It only gets better from here!

Disclaimer: I only own Assunta and my ideas. I do not make any money off this and I wish I owned the rights to Donny and Archie. What I would do...lol

Chapter Ten

Archie could not deny himself; he was happy to be back in Boston. Despite being back home and surrounded by all the finer things that he enjoyed, he couldn't wait to return to America. He didn't need to. He could have stayed in England, continued on his book, and pick up his career in London. And yet he asked his publisher if he could continue working around the area of Beantown. Why would he insist on going back?

Assunta Maffei. Perhaps it had been a little hurried to ask the Rosie if she wanted to give dating him a try, but upon leaving her he realized that he had meant it. While meeting with his publisher and others who were among the upscale class in society, he found himself actually missing her spunk. Her witty little remarks and her tomboyish gestures. In a room full of affluent people, something was certainly missing.

There were nights where he would close her eyes and envision her body. The curves of her smooth skin. The tresses of her chocolate colored hair. The red on her lips. He thought often of her supple breasts and round bottom; the smoothness of her flat toned stomach. How he even thought about the light muscle of her arms and legs, reminding him that she was a fighter and unlike so many women he had been with.

But, what he thought mostly about was her smile. How delighted she seemed that she was actually going to have a beau. A suitor. She had never had one before and he was going to be the first. Not just a man she was intimate with and then had beers afterward. But, a lover who would hold her in his arms after and enjoy doing so. It was him who had brought such a smile to her face and knowing that they were in a sincere relationship brought a smile to his face as well.

Smoking a cigarette, he chuckled to himself. While in England, he had made plans with a group of friends who were going to be in New York City in a few weeks. He couldn't wait to introduce them to Assunta. What a riot she was going to be. They'd probably be very confused since Archie normally only associated with women of the utmost posh reputation and demeanor.

A knock. A knock on the door on his swank hotel room, which he decided to treat himself to an upgrade upon being offered a large sum of money for the production of his upcoming book. Taking a final pull on his cigarette, the Englishman stubbed his cigarette out. Not sure who was at the door, he quickly pulled up a pair of trousers and buttoned up a shirt before opening the door.

Instantly, he chuckled, "My, my, what a pleasant surprise."

"Well, who else was going to lead the welcome wagon?" Assunta grinned quite arrogantly, hands on her hips and leaning her shoulder against the door's frame, "Now, come on chap, and let's go for a drink. Been waiting for you to get back."

"I'm flattered." Archie snickered.

Smirking, she nodded her chin up, "Alright, come on, get to it."

Archie laughed, as the brunette turned on her heel and began to walk away. Grinning, he had a different plan. Reaching out, he took the bend of her elbow and gently yanked her back in. Assunta let out a playful oof, before shutting the door and spinning around. Their bodies formed perfectly into each others', as one of his hands palmed the side of her neck and the other her cheek. A thumb gently stroking her face, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

There was a fire that erupted deep within her, as her hands instantly tucked under his shirt and ran her palms up his hardened chest. While working and going out with friends, she could be a patient woman. Like any human being, she enjoyed sex and she certainly enjoyed it with him, but she wasn't selfish and understood they had two separate lives and was fine with him off in England. But, the moment their lips connected she wondered how she had gone two weeks without touching him.

Looping her arms around his shoulders, she tilted her head to the side in order to gain more access to his mouth. Every time their lips opened, their tongues darted in and rubbed against each other. It was a warming feeling and she kissed him hungrily, yanking him closer to feel his body against hers. There was no holding back.

Breaking the kiss, Assunta pushed the hem of his shirt up, causing Archie to yank the material off him. Once his chest was revealed, the brunette placed his palm in between his pecks and outstretched her arm. With a devious little smirk, she began to push him backwards, "Welcome back."

The trip from the living room to the bedroom was all a blur. As was when Assunta pushed him down on the bed and undid his trousers. It was only until his hardened staff was revealed that Archie came back to reality. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down to see the brunette smirking at him ever so devilishly; fully pulling his boxers off his legs and discarding them off to the side.

Despite the fact that she was the one on her knees in between his legs, he had the sneaking suspicion that she was feeling empowered. After all, she had a man's most sensitive area in between her mouth. And with the most feather-like motions of her lips, she practically rendered him helpless. Hanging his head back and completely incapacitated. Too overwhelmed by pleasure.

Running the flat of his tongue up along the base of his staff, she slowly licked until she came to the tip before cupping her mouth over it. Then slowly she would bow her head down, taking in more of him. It was agonizingly slow and yet completely euphoric. Leaving Archie to become paralyzed with his hands firmly gripping the sheets.

Assunta could feel Archie freezing up and with a smirk, she continued to close her lips around his length and gently suck. She could feel his member pulse, the large vein that ran along the underside pumping blood throughout his staff as he seemed to become harder than either of them thought possible. Either way, he twitched every time she moved back down.

Hearing throaty groans coming from the Englishman, Assunta smirked and began to pick up her pace. This elicited even more noises of arousal from him. Wanting the build up to intensify, the brunette reached up and gently cupped her hand around his testicles. Once her fingers started to softly play with his sack, Archie really started to react. With her mouth moving up and down and her hand playing with his testes, she was driving him mad.

It was when her fingers reached up and pressed into his perineum that Archie let out a guttural grunt and soon released himself. His hands tightened their grips on the sheets and his whole body shook, as he climaxed. He had gotten his fair share of enjoyable head throughout the years, but really had never experienced a woman as crafty as she was.

Assunta smirked, while pulling back and licking her lips. Archie let out a chuckle in between heavy breaths, before expressing, "Well, I do hope you enjoyed yourself, because now it's my turn."

Running the tip of her tongue along her lips, Assunta smirked and tilted her chin up, "Is that so?"

"You have no idea."

Assunta let out a small chuckle, as Archie hunched over and gently pulled her up. Once the brunette was off her knees, he easily was able to scoop her up and flip her over. His lips immediately pressed against her own, causing her sigh within his mouth. He might have just finished, but his appetite for her was far from satisfied.

Moving his mouth away, he instead aimed towards her neck. Capturing the nook with hunger. Assunta gasped at his playful ferocity. How was it possible for him to be so passionate and build up the tension the way he was doing? Fire was shooting all over her body; her skin warm to the touch as he removed her suspenders before undoing her shirt. She almost became impatient, reaching down to hastily unbutton the rest of her blouse.

Chuckling, Archie pushed aside the thin material while murmuring against her mouth, "Very impatient, I see."

"Well, you're the one who is taking your sweet time." She lightly teased.

Once again chuckling, the Englishman trailed his lips down her supple breasts. Kneading one of the soft mounds with his hand, as his mouth made its way downwards. Becoming increasingly aroused, he did his best to control himself while undoing her pants. He felt and heard her body stiff, as he began to kiss along her hip bone. His lips moved along the curve of her body, as he finally removed her trousers along with her panties.

Archie smirked, parting her legs with ease. Assunta noticed how he had the same look on his face as she had while going down on him. She had to throw her head back with a laugh, as she felt the tip of his finger along itself along the inside of her lips. Eliciting a small gasp from her, which he had to chuckle at.

It was once his tongue started to slowly run inside along her opening that she gripped the sheets and curled her toes. Archie took his time in flattening out his tongue and tasting all of her. Enjoying the flavor of her sex. An ever so faint womanly aroma, slightly sweet. He had missed going down on her, slipping his tongue inside her walls and watching her squirm.

It was enough to harden him all over again. Not only enjoying the act, he was pleased with the reaction she gave him. While flicking his tongue against her swollen nub, he gently slipped a finger inside her wet walls. He could tell that the tension had been building up over the past two weeks, her back arching instantly and her chest flushed.

Beginning to move his now two fingers inside of her, he picked up his movements. Sucking on her clitoris, while curling his fingers inwards. Touching a new spot inside her caused Assunta to tighten her legs around his head, involuntarily twisting her body around. Archie didn't need anymore proof that he had brought her to orgasm.

Neither needed to say a word, as he got up and slid himself on top of her. With fever, Assunta yanked him down and smashed her mouth against his. Tasting herself hungrily. Her toned legs instantly hooked around his waist, pulling him down. And thus pulling him inside of her. Both moaning at the feel of their organs rubbing against each other.

Archie hung his head down, becoming paralyzed for a moment. Her walls tight around his throbbing member. Squeezing him gently and making it difficult for him to even keep composed, "You alright there, partner?" She couldn't stop herself from teasing, though; breathing heavily.

Assunta shook his head with a wry grin, "You are relentless, love." He breathed, while scooping her leg up and grinding his hips against hers. Soon her head was back and her mouth was opened, as he rested his elbow above her shoulder. Pressing his naked body against her own, while developing a long rhythm.

Archie's hips rotated; pushing in and out of her. His hand reached up and cupped her cheeks, leaning down to kiss her as his length pulled out of her vagina. Assunta wrapped her arms around his neck, meeting his thrusts. Desperate to feel the rush of his penis pushing back into her, tapping against the cervix. Sending a shooting pain up her spine that eased into a warming sensation. A thrill that she hungered for.

Feeling a heating sensation in the pit of his stomach, Archie broke away from her mouth while picking up his paces. It was obvious from the way Assunta ran her hands along his skin that she was just as eager as he was. Perhaps even more so; she was such a little vixen. Her appetite was insatiable, as she tightened her legs around his waist. Wanting him to thrust even deeper. Hit her wall harder. Pulling her own hips to smack against his.

With the quickening of the thrusts and the way her walls were tightening around him, Archie feared he wasn't going to last much longer. He wanted to be inside her, on top of her. Closer to her. So, he wrapped his arm around her waist, to pick her bottom up and dove down, to capture her lips; as he thrust a few more times before pulling out. Assunta let out a small gasp, as his juices squirted against her inner thigh. Her own sticky liquid dripping down.

Propping himself up on his palms, arms stretched up; his head hung low as he desperately attempted to catch his breath. Both bodies were glistening lightly; Assunta's chest flushed and her nipples hardened. Her most private area gently pulsing, already missing having Archie inside of her. Her hairline slightly damp, having really worked up a sweat.

Archie's hair was slightly more damp, especially in the front. Laughing, he slicked his hair back and fell off to the side, next to her. Assunta was running her fingers through her own brown tresses, as he grinned and slyly asked, "So, how about that drink?"

"Oh, no," She laughed, "This was your welcome back present," She then smirked, while pointing to the both of them, "You're the own buying me a drink."

"Welcome back indeed." Archie chuckled, moving off the bed to get a cigarette.

After cleaning themselves off and putting their clothes back on, Archie kept his word and took Assunta to one of her favorite bars. It felt like he had never left Boston. Following the Italian around to American pubs, where smoke filled the air, music was played loudly, and men were huddled over the bar, yelling loudly at the radio, which usually always had the game on.

Archie expected nothing less and found himself actually amused. With a beer in her hand, Assunta grinned and tilted the bottled his way, "Sure missed it, huh?"

"Oh, yes. Every night I was in England, I dreamed of the moment I'd be back in Boston," Shifting his eyes around, he remarked, "Enjoying this...upscale atmosphere."

Resting her elbow atop the back of the chair, the Rosie grinned and took a gulp of her beer. Looking around, she nodded and lazily grinned, "Well, it ain't the Ritz, but what fun would that be?"

With a chuckle, the Englishman shook his head and took a sip of his beer. Predictable that she'd find such an affluent boring. Picking his head up, he mentioned, "By the way, I have a few friends coming to New York City in a few weeks. Perhaps we can all go out to eat; perhaps see a movie?"

"New York City, huh?" Assunta took a pull of her cigarette. He was well aware of the rivalry, though; she didn't seem too concerned with that. With a grin forming on her lips, she teased, "You just got back and already you're making plans? Aren't you supposed to be working while you're here?"

"What do you think I do when you're not around?"

With a small shrug, she said with a straight face, "Die a little inside."

Archie cracked up at that point. He sat back in his chair and gave a full bodied laugh. Assunta looked impressed with herself, while giving a small bow. In the middle of their teasing, the Englishman felt a pair of hands land firmly atop his shoulders. Quickly turning around, he saw that it was none other than Donny Donowitz who had surprised him.

"Hey, Archie, never thought I'd see you back in Beantown." The Sargent cracked, while taking a nearby chair and sitting on it backwards.

Regaining composure, Archie smiled easily while explaining, "I had some business to attend to, but I just came back last night."

"Good, I'm losing some money."

Both Assunta and Archie laughed, knowing Donny was referring to their poker nights. While taking a final sip of her beer, the brunette announced her need to use the restroom. To which the Bear Jew made a face about. Upon rolling her eyes, she turned around and left for the girl's room. Which, Archie would assume was probably small since she seemed to be the only female in the bar.

It was when she was gone that the Bear Jew crossed his arms around his hairy chest and looked over to the other man, "So, I'm gonna come right out with it. You messing with Assunta?"

In a way, Archie knew the question was coming. They had never spoke about the fact that the Sargent had been sleeping with her, but it was assumed that they knew. Calmly, he replied, "Her and I have began dating, yes."

"You know she's my best friend?"

"I am aware, yes."

With a firm nod, Donny warned, "And you know you ever hurt her, you and I gonna have a problem?"

"I give you my word that I shall do no such thing. I genuinely like Assunta and I plan on treating her the way she deserves."

Donny stared at Archie. Trying to decide if the other man really meant what he said. Sure, at first it did throw him for a loop. It had been Assunta and him for so long that he hadn't expected her ever to be off the market. While they didn't belong to each other, he was still her best friend. They had been in each others' lives for so long. He would never allow anything bad to happen to her. It was okay if she wanted to date – even though it was something he never suspected – but, they'd have to get to him first.

Finally coming up with a decision, the dark haired man then smirked while patting Archie's arm, "Alright, ya limey, let's fucking get drunk."