Maura and her father stared at each other, both unsure how to greet each other. Dean nudged Maura gently and she broke out of her daze and held her hand out to shake hands with Doyle. "It's good to see you again." Doyle said to her. Maura nodded. "It's good to see you too. Would you like to sit with us?" Frankie got up and pulled two more chairs out for Johnny and Doyle. The group sat there for the next hour talking mostly about Maura and her past. She had so many questions and Doyle was happy to answer them. He was pleased at how his daughter had grown up to be. She was incredibly smart, kind, polite and beautiful. 'Just like her mother.' He thought as Maura was talking to him about her work. Frankie, Jane and Dean watched happily as father and daughter reunited. It was going pretty good which made Frankie very pleased. Johnny was showing Dean and Jane pictures of his children and wife when Jane asked him to spend Christmas with them.
"Are you sure? Would that ruin your holiday?" he asked hesitantly. Dean shook his head. "Absolutely not! We've all agreed." Maura turned to her father. "You too. I'd like very much for you to spend Christmas with us too. We're going to dinner tomorrow night. You both are welcome to come with us." she said. Doyle and Johnny smiled at them. "Thank you. We'd like that." Maura smiled at her father. She was pleasantly surprised at how their meet up went. She looked over at Frankie who was looking at a picture of Johnny's children. His hand was gently caressing her hip, subconsciously letting her know that he was still there for her. Maura could tell he was nervous about meeting Doyle. After all, it wasn't every girl who has an Irish hit-man for a father. But Doyle had politely shook hands with Frankie and the two got along nicely much to Maura's delight. She slid her hand over Frankie's and smiled up at him. Frankie kissed her gently on the tip of her nose and leaned to whisper in her ear, "You alright, babe?"
"Yes, I'm so happy. I think I'm going to like having him back in my life." She whispered back. Frankie smiled and kissed her neck sweetly. "I'm glad, sweetheart." Maura slipped her arm around his waist and sighed happily when he pulled her closer to him. Doyle was watching Maura and Frankie out of the corner of his eye. He liked Frankie; he treated Maura right and made sure she felt loved and cherished every day. Maura was happier with him than she had ever been. But Doyle still wanted Frankie to know if he hurt his daughter, he would make his life a living hell. After a while, they all decided they would retire for the night. Johnny and Doyle agreed to meet them tomorrow night for dinner on Christmas Eve. Just as they were leaving, Frankie asked Doyle if he could speak with him privately. Doyle nodded and the two walked away from the group.
"Sir, I was wondering if I could have your permission to date Maura?" Frankie asked. Doyle as surprised. He was not expecting this. He took in the determined look on Frankie's face and knew it had taken a lot of courage to ask him. "Aren't you already dating her?" Doyle asked him. Frankie nodded. "Yes sir. But it would mean a lot to me if I still had your permission. She is still your daughter and I was raised to always ask the father of the girl I'm dating for his permission first." Frankie said. Doyle smiled and nodded. This was a good man and he was more than pleased with Maura's choice in men. Doyle placed a hand on Frankie's shoulder. "Yes. You have my permission to date my daughter." He said simply. Frankie's face lit up. "But I will have you know if you hurt her in any way, I can and will make you wish you were dead." He said to Frankie who nodded and stood up straighter. "Yes sir. But I'm in love with her. I love her more than anything. She's my whole world. I'd do anything to make her happy. And I would never hurt her." He said seriously. Doyle nodded. "I believe you, Frankie. Oh and something else: Don't call me sir. Doyle is just fine." He said with a smile as he walked back to Maura to say goodnight. Frankie grinned and followed after him.
Later that night, Maura lay in bed curled up in Frankie's chest. She was lightly tracing circles on his chest while he softly rubbed the soft skin of her back when a thought came to her. Kissing his chest quickly, she sat up and looked down at her boyfriend. "Hey what were you and my father talking about before we left?" she asked. Frankie chuckled and pulled Maura on top of him so she was straddling his hips. "I was asking your father's permission to date you." He said and smiled as she saw the surprise and confusion all over her innocent face. "But we're already dating." She said. Frankie grinned and ran his hands up her thighs and up her silky back to pull her lips down to kiss him. "Yes, we are sweetie. But I wanted to ask him anyways. It's a guy thing…" he said as he caught her lips in his. She sighed happily as she felt his arms tighten around her. She traced his lips with her tongue, silently asking for more. Frankie rolled them over so Maura was laying under him, her hair fanned out over the pillows and her pale skin glowing in the moonlight. "You're beautiful." He whispered to her as he ran his hands over her shoulders and breasts, squeezing lightly. Maura arched her back and pressed herself more fully into his big hands. Frankie swallowed her moans and moved his mouth to gently nibble on her neck. He teased her breasts with his tongue, making her moan and whimper under him. "Please" she whimpered. Frankie knew what she wanted and gently closed his mouth over a hardened nipple. Maura cried out as his mouth sucked, licked, and nibbled over her breasts. She slipped her hands into the waistband of his shorts and grasped his erection. "Maura…" he moaned as she stroked him. Frankie's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he bit down gently on the sensitive skin of her breasts. He moved his hands down to feel silky panties covering her most intimate parts. He gently brushed his hands over her core, feeling the heat and wetness. He pushed her panties to the side and he slid one finger down her slit. Maura moaned and squirmed under his body.
"Frankie! I need you." She whispered. "Please." Frankie's heart was beating faster than he'd ever remembered it. Maura was stroking so good any minute now he was going to go over the edge. But he wanted, no needed to do it inside of her. He gently spread her legs further and paused. She was beautiful. Her body was slick with sweat and he watched her chest go up and down at a rapid pace, he breasts red and swollen from his earlier assault. Her smooth, flat stomach was trim to perfection, her hips curving out smoothly. He looked at her face and burst with pride. She had her eyes closed and was whimpering in pleasure because of him and what he was doing to her body. Maura opened her eyes to see Frankie above her, gazing at her with lust and desire but also something else. Something more. "What's wrong?" she asked suddenly self-conscious. "Don't you want me?" Frankie kissed her hard and whispered against her mouth. "Hell yes, I want you. I want you so badly." He said as he took her hand and guided it to his cock. "Can you feel how much I want you?" he said as he closed his eyes when she closed her little hand over him.
"Mmmm… yes, I can. Please Frankie. Please make love to me." She groaned into his neck as she tilted her hips up in silent invitation. Maura gasped and moaned when she felt Frankie penetrating her. She had had many sexual partners before but none like Frankie. None filled her completely, satisfied her to the point of no return. She didn't love them as she loved Frankie. It was different when she made love to Frankie because she was in love with him. It was so much better. Frankie sighed in pleasure as he let her adjust. When she was ready, she grinded her hips into his. They made love like that, sweetly and tenderly. Frankie could feel her trembling and shaking with pleasure under him as he thrust into her. "I love you so much." He heard her whisper to him when she reached up to tug on his hair. Frankie pulled out and slowly slid back in, filling her completely. His heart raced with happiness when he heard her cry out his name. "I love you too, my sweet Maura." He murmured into her hair. She was close, he could sense it. So he moved faster, desperate to make her cum before him. Maura clung to his broad shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist as he plunged into her. They both cried out at the same time as they climaxed together. Maura moaned as wave after wave crashed into her. She felt Frankie pulse inside of her as he came. He couldn't hold back anymore as he felt her walls contract tightly around him. He rolled off of her and quickly pulled her into his arms. They were both breathing heavily as they listened to each other's racing heart beats. Maura was still panting as she looked up into Frankie's soft brown eyes. They were gazing down adoringly at her. "That was incredible." He murmured as he tucked her head under his chin. Maura gently flicked her tongue over his neck, tasting the salty sweat that remained there as he circled her waist with his strong arms, holding her close to his heart. "I love you so much, Maura. You're my everything." "I love you too, Frankie."
The next day, Jane and Dean decided to spend the day in their room so Maura and Frankie met Doyle and Johnny for breakfast. Afterwards, Frankie and Maura decided to do some shopping. They held hands as they strolled up and down the streets of Paris. They picked out a Christmas gift for Johnny and one for her father. For lunch they stopped at a small café and sat inside next to a roaring fireplace. Frankie couldn't keep his hands off of her. He held her tightly in his arms and every now and then she'd feel his hand wander down her back toward her bottom. Maura would giggle and pull his hand up, giving him a playful glare. At around 3 in the afternoon, they decided to head back to the hotel to get ready for Christmas Eve dinner. Frankie was trying to fix his bow tie in the mirror when he saw Maura behind him. He turned to look at her.
Her hair was in soft curls down her back and her make up was done to perfection making her look like a goddess. "Whoa…" he breathed as he took in her dress. It was a simple black strapless dress that went to her mid-thighs and clung to her every curve. She was wearing a delicate gold necklace with a locket that hung right above her cleavage. Her four inch heels made soft clicking noises on the hardwood floor as she made her way to Frankie. "I take it you like my dress?" she smirked. Frankie let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. "Yes…" he said hoarsely. He cleared his throat. "Yes! I love your dress. You look amazing." He murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him sweetly. He grabbed her hips and groaned in frustration when he realized they were supposed to meet Jane, Dean, Doyle and Johnny in ten minutes. "What's wrong?" Maura asked in surprise. "We don't have enough time for me to do all the things I want to do to you." He growled in her ear. Maura giggled and pulled him in for a kiss. She pulled away and straightened his bow tie for him. "Well, you're not the only one. You look hot in this suit. I can't wait to get you out of it." She breathed. Frankie moaned and grabbed her ass, squeezing tightly. "Don't tease…" he pleaded.
"Just think of all the things we can do as soon as we get back after dinner..." she said as she pulled out of his arms and slipped her little jacket on. Frankie gritted his teeth. He wanted to just skip dinner and keep Maura up in their bedroom for the rest of the night but he knew they had to meet up with everyone. "You coming?" Maura asked with a small smile playing on her sweet lips. "I will be before this night's over." He muttered as he grabbed his jacket and followed his girlfriend out the door. Maura smiled and pretended not to hear him. She linked her arm in his and together the couple made their way down to dinner.