New York or Isabella wasn't the kind of girl who believed in true love, every valentines day she would isolate herself in her penthouse, eating chocolates and watch movies; right when they invented television. But the very day she met Feliciano, everything changed, she remembered the very day they met, it was during the late 1800's, she was greeting the new immigrants on her port, Italy wanted to see what America was like so he stowed away on one of the steam boats, he tripped and fell on her, they became good friends. around the nineteen thirties their relationship became strained on the count of WWII, Isabella vowed never to talk to Feliciano again but when 9/11 happened, he spoke with her on the phone for the first time in years for almost six hours, while she was nursing her headache; a headache that represented what had happened. when her headache grew worse, Feliciano came to America and nursed her until she was better. They became friends again. But on that GLORIOUS day when that filthy piece of trash was killed by SEAL TEAM SIX, both she and Italy celebrated but after a few to many drinks, they had sex for the first time. America was not happy when he saw his little Bella sleeping on top of a naked Feliciano.
Isabella and Feliciano soon began a very mature relationship and tonight was the night they ould spend time together after being separated for almost 15 months. She placed a bottle of the finest Italian wine in some ice and began pour some of her famous mushroom, meat and black olive tomato sauce on some puttenesca, Feliciano's favorite when cooked by her. She heard a knock on her door, she took off her apron, revealing a little black dress that stopped at her mid-thigh, Isabella ran barefoot to the door and opened it. There was Feliciano, in a nice suit with a German chocolate cake in his hands.
"Hello-a Isabella," he said with his cute Italy smile.
She smiled," Come in baby."
He walked in and placed the cake on the table with the wine, he opened it and filled up two glasses. they sat at the table and quietly ate the pasta after they ate, they began to eat a slice of the cake. After they ate, they went to the living room and began to watch a romance movie, Isabella chose Titanic, they snuggled together and watched in silence, when the drawing scene came, Isabella sat her glass on the table and straddled Feliciano's lap.
"Feliciano," she whispered softly,she cupped his face and kissed him gently.
Italywrapped his arms around her petite waist and held her close, he knew all to well that Titanic was her turn on, mainly the steamy scenes but not the sad scenes. His hands roamed her back and unzipped her dress since it was staples, it pooled around her waist, she was not wearing a bra, which turned him on.
" You planned this," He said, breaking the kiss.
She smiled," You know me to much."
They kissed again, in the movie just as Rose and Jack began to make love in the backseat of the car, Feliciano transformed from a cute and cowardly boy to a sexy dominate love, he layed Isabella on the couch and began to undress her, he then undressed himself and carresed every inch of her body, careful not to touch any of her scars.
"Mmm... Felici."
Ve?"
"Not here," The girl panted out.
The italian nodded and scooped up his lover bridal style and carried her to her room. It was always nicer making love to her in there.