A.N.: So, I've heard that couple of you wanted me to write a Passion fic, so here we go my sweet dolls. This is partly a crossover, but believe me, even if you might doubt this combination, it's absolutely worth it. This one I dedicate to the two great lovers Fosca and Giorgio and if I may quote my favorite author EverTheDreamer who is better with words than I'll ever be, I had to write this one-shot "Because Fosca, after everything she went through, deserved more than just swelling music and dimming light…"
PS: Please Dolls, let me know if I shall keep this as one-shot or if I shall add one or two chapters ;-) you know me, when I think about something for far too long and it settles in my head, I can do wonders :333
SPOILER ALERT for those who haven't seen The Good Place (specially the 3rd and 4th season) : I know that nobody's got into The Good Place since 15th century and Passion takes place in 19th century, but I couldn't help it since both, Fosca and Giorgio really don't deserve to be tortured eternally for their flaws. And I've written this fic before I saw the 4th season of The Good Place, and I didn't want to rewrite anything, so this was my pure imagination of The Good Place so far ;-)
As always enjoy dolls and leave a review ;-) your ZiZi xoxoxo
Dark brown eyes carefully flickered to wake Fosca into the daylight.
She took a gracious breath, feeling sudden ease of her entire body, which had been like prison in last past days. It was oddly strange and foreign feel, this ease, as her bosom lifted with each breath she took. Her eyes closed again for a little while, only to savor the feel she was experiencing right now, until the pleasant voice brought her back to reality.
,,Well, hello, Fosca,'' tall woman of jolly appearance, with yellow hair and wide smile greeted Fosca, who was sitting on a bench in some kind of very beautiful garden or park. Brunette smiled back at the woman, not really observing herself, when she took a soft breath to speak, but she was cut off before she might even have the chance to. ,,My name is Genevieve, and I'm here to welcome you, in your new home…'' blonde slowly sat beside Fosca, who immediately shifted to give the other person space, so they could share the bench and the view.
,,If I may ask,'' Fosca lightly swallowed to clear her throat, before she turned to the woman beside her. ,,How did I get here ?'' the question escaped her lips so easily, when her eyes searched answer in blue orbs of blonde, who seemed to be an angel due her smile. Something in her eyes was telling Fosca, she is safe.
,,Before I tell you, you might take a deep breath to calm yourself,'' Genevieve put her hand on Fosca's and she nodded, closing her eyes and doing as she was told.
It was very strange, but as she took another deep breath she only assured herself, she wasn't mistaken the first time. She truly smelled fresh flowers, which wasn't so surprising, but then the smell changed to other as if someone just opened an old book, and before her lungs filled to the brim with air, the last thing she noticed was so familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Until the memory flashed her mind.
,,No one has ever known me as clearly as you. No one has ever shown me, what love could be like until now. Not pretty or safe or easy, but more than I ever knew…Love within reason, that isn't love and I've learned that from you..." Giorgio spoke so determinedly while hand caressed her own and his voice swelling with the emotion, which Fosca wished for all this time. And how beautiful those words were when they were filled with such passion.
It caused her head to spin heavily, her lids to flutter from near delirium of the situation which brought her body to twitch, Fosca gasped to hold herself in reality yet a while.
,,Are you cold ?" Giorgio asked, worried of Fosca's condition, when she trembled while listening to his voice.
,,No.." she let out, her breaths torn and harsh, tears beginning to well in her eyes, threatening to fall down her cheeks. Her voice betraying her ,,…I'm afraid…''
Giorgio brought his palm to her cheek, the back of his hand fondled her flaming pale skin ,,Of what ?"
,,All this happiness…coming when there's so little time,'' she cried, her eyes closing, giving free flow to her melancholic joy of the situation. ,,So much happiness…more than I can bear," her words slipping off her lips so freely, like they always did, making Giorgio smile, his own tears rolling down his cheeks. Fosca opened her eyes, brown orbs filled with flame of hope when she smiled and accused softly with still the very same emotion ,,You love me, don't you ?"
Giorgio's smile only grew warmer when he supported her falling head with his gentle palm she kissed countless times ,,Yes…I love you."
,,Say it again," Fosca demanded gently, so afraid this all was a dream and she might wake up every moment.
Giorgio breathed out the truth he had been keeping for himself for some time now, speaking loudly and proudly and clearly ,,I love you…"
,,Once more," her voice merely a whisper, when her tears covered her face, and all the happiness overwhelmed her, when her handsome captain slightly chuckled of her incessant urge to assure herself.
,,I love you…be calm, strong. I am yours…" his thumb trailed over her wet cheek, stroking away the pearls of tears she couldn't keep from escaping.
,,This isn't a dream ?" her question hanging in the air sooner than she might consider letting it.
,,No this isn't a dream," Giorgio smiled stroking her cheek to calm her down.
Fosca took in a shuddering breath, before slowly and hardly reaching his palm on hers, taking his hand and bringing it with a great effort to rest on her stomach.
,,We can't," Giorgio shook his head, being too well aware of Fosca's condition and weakness, meaning it all for her good. Only for her good from now on.
But when the brunette in front of him narrowed and supported her body by her elbow with noticeable difficulty, her head nearly falling off his palm, she spoke clearly to his soul ,,To die loved is to have lived…"
That convinced Giorgio of her only wish to be with him even if it was for the first and last time.
He smiled at her, watching her body continuing its betrayal when she fell heavily back in her mattress, looking at slowly standing captain. Giorgio carefully moved to her on bed, shifting to be as close to her as possible, and only when he appeared atop her, he descended with his face to hers. Their lips met in the most passionate kiss that Fosca and even Giorgio have ever experienced with.
Fosca's eyes flew open, now the smell was crystal clear to her. It was Giorgio. His manly scent. And it was as intense as the night they made love. Brunette's chocolate orbs found Genevieve again, who smiled at her and nodded.
,,Now you are ready to hear, why are you here, and where are you,'' blonde spoke calmly and pleasantly to Fosca, who patiently listened, maybe confused, but never afraid as she already suspected. ,,You, Fosca Ricci, are dead. And this is your new home," Genevieve showed with her hand the lake in the middle of garden, they've been sitting in all that time.
Fosca looked over the scenery of splendid flowers and trees with birds she couldn't recognize, but it was all so warmly welcoming, she couldn't help, but smile at the environment.
She only now remembered, on her weak body lying heavily in bed, her chest heaving sorely, her spirit exhausted to the edge of living. She remembered on leaving her form and setting her soul free while dedicating her last thought to her love, Giorgio, before she opened her eyes to the new day and new scenery. It all made sense to her.
,,You are here, because you've lead a tough life, helping other people in poor houses and couldn't find peace of your own, until now," Genevieve continued, while Fosca kept on breathing deeply, to savor all those exciting smells including her beloved Giorgio.
,,So this…is heaven," brunette smiled wider, her eyes never getting enough of the pictures and colors around her.
Genevieve giggled softly, making brunette look at her to try to find out why she was giggling.
,,It's not completely true. This is not the Heaven or Hell version you've been raised upon. But believe me when I say, this is The Good Place," blonde explained graciously to Fosca.
,,So, you are not an angel ?" Fosca's brows furrowed in slight confusion, but nevertheless she felt heavenly great.
,,No," Genevieve shook her head laughingly. ,,I am the Architect of your neighborhood, and I am here to give you a tour to your house," blonde smiled, standing up and lifting her hand for brunette.
,,A woman and an architect, what a paradise this must be," Fosca smiled reaching for the hand, suddenly noticing the unusual color of her own skin. It was pure and flawless, as if never touched by illness.
,,It is, and it's yours for eternity," Genevieve offered to Fosca her arm and slowly led her across the garden.
A sudden thought appeared in Fosca's mind and she couldn't help, but ask ,,What happened to my cousin, after I died ?"
Genevieve stopped and softly stumbled ,,You shouldn't ask me this question-"
,,-Oh I'm sorry, but I need to know," brunette proclaimed worriedly.
,,No-no, don't get me wrong dear. You may ask, and you have full right to ask whatever question you'd like to know the answer for. I was just about to tell you, that I as the Architect shall not stay here with you, but who will and who shall answer your questions is Janet," Genevieve smiled and that moment appeared another woman, who had dark brown hair nicely folded in a bun atop her head. Her long and very tight, dark violet dress lining her slim figure as she waved politely at new resident.
,,Hello," the woman said and Fosca bulged her eyes in surprise.
,,A magic," she breathed, observing both women and not even trying to figure out, how the other woman appeared out of the blue in front of her.
,,Not correct," woman smiled and right away start explaining. ,,My name is Janet, and I am not a human being, but rather like a spiritual guide for everyone in the afterlife. And it may seem like a magic, but it's not the exact true," Janet kept politely smiling while looking at how Fosca absorbed the information.
,,You shall ask her whatever you'd like and she will answer, because she knows everything about the universe and its actions, or she can also make up things of pure air," Genevieve explained and Fosca didn't hesitate since her single thought was about her cousin who was taking care of her until now.
,,Would you please tell me, what happened to my cousin after I died ?" Fosca asked eagerly, waiting almost breathlessly for the answer.
Janet smiled and in cheery manner she answered ,,Your cousin didn't know about your death for some time, because he got seriously injured three days before you died in a duel with Captain Giorgio Bachetti, when he fought for the pureness of your name. When he found out about your death he suffered a lot of pain in his heart since he couldn't have been with you."
Fosca froze and tensed after hearing such news she wasn't aware of, another question slipping of her lips ,,What happened to Giorgio during the duel ?"
Janet kept smiling and with nod she answered again with no obstacle ,,He got injured and was transported to Milan immediately. He suffered with illness alike yours, and when he was close to his recovery, he received your letter."
,,Bless you," Fosca cried in comfort of her soul from all the news she just learned.
,,Thank you Janet, that'll be all for now," Genevieve smiled and Janet nodded, before disappearing just as magically as she appeared before.
Fosca wiped away the single tear that rolled down her cheek, before taking blonde's arm again and let her lead her further through garden. Calming herself since knowing Giorgio was alright…or was he ? The maiden didn't said anything about his actual state…but she could ask her later, after all she has all eternity for that.
For now she enjoyed the quiet blended by sweet singing of birds which was resurrecting.
,,You said, this is a neighborhood," Fosca reminded blonde's words after a while of silent, peaceful walking.
,,Yes, it's true," Genevieve nodded, looking at brunette who smiled widely.
,,So I may share this beauty of nature with other people for eternity ?" brunette's eyes lit with pure bliss.
,,Yes, people like you, Fosca," architect giggled again, assuring brunette of the righteousness of her words as they appeared to be standing in front of a majestic house with sort of a tower on its left side. The house looked rather like a mansion. ,,And this is your house," blonde pointed at the building and walked towards its main doors.
,,You can't be serious," Fosca shook her head, her eyes wandering over the house with dreamily astonishment.
,,Why should I not be telling you the truth ?" Genevieve shook her head in confusion, walking in and Fosca right behind her.
,,So the garden is so close to where I shall live ? This is more than what I ever wished for !" brunette looked around inside the great lobby, which was full of light from big windows all around.
Genevieve only smiled and folded her hands in her lap, while walking to one opened door ,,You see, every resident of each neighborhood has a specially designed home which matches his or hers true spirit essence. And since I really enjoyed designing your house, I cannot wait to see your reaction on the rest of the interior."
Fosca followed the architect inside the room which happened to be probably the biggest library she has ever seen. The walls were adorned with cheery violet patterns all over. In the middle of it were two divans and a small table. Bookshelf all around the room and they even continued couples of floors above connected with great spiral staircase and ladders by each shelf.
Brunette stood in awe, her mouth falling open and if she didn't sit on one of the divans, she would probably collapse to her knees from the scenery ,,This is beautiful library…"
Genevieve smiled, tears welling her eyes, she was never as proud as right now. ,,Here are all the books you've adored on earth and plenty of books you've never read, but I presume you'd love to read," blonde looked around, before her eyes descended back on brunette who kept gazing and gazing, afraid to move, if this all was just some kind of her dream as they used to be cruel back on earth. ,,Well, let's move on, I yet have to welcome another resident, and I would not want him to wait," Genevieve looked at Fosca who quickly nodded in understanding.
Standing up and following blonde back to lobby, listening to her patiently as woman yet pointed at other door ,,There is kitchen with dining room, and behind staircase you will later find a nice drawing room with French door leading to your personal greenhouse, where you can cherish your own flowers."
Fosca's hand flying to cover her mouth, before she had to lift her long skirts of her white-violet dress she was wearing all the time –noticing only now, the richness and withal lightness of the gown- so she could walk up the stairs to second floor.
Genevieve walked inside another room, where Fosca on the first sight found a great, king-sized canopy bed with light white, see-through curtains. The mattress looked so soft unlike her old bedding. And when brunette looked around the room, she noticed another great windows which let all of the light inside, giving her the best view of the garden they walked through before a while, with lake in its middle.
,,This is your bedroom and the door over there leads to your personal bathroom," architect smiled, enjoying Fosca's amazement of the environment of her new home. But the cherry on top was about to come yet, when Genevieve gently suggested ,,Lift your eyes towards the sky, Fosca."
,,Oh my God," Fosca breathed out heavily, nearly collapsing again as she did what she was told, her eyes meeting truly the blue sky with clouds as white as milk and as fluffy as cotton, because of the ceiling made of glass.
,,Now you may watch stars as long as you crave, dearest," blonde sighed dreamily in response to Fosca's reactions.
,,How shall I thank you for all of this ?" Fosca was near to crying again, when her chocolate orbs met blonde's happy features.
,,Your delighted expression says it all, darling Fosca," Genevieve answered, letting brunette sit on edge of truly comfortable and spacious bed.
,,All of this, and it's just for me ?" Fosca still couldn't believe it, her head shaking, her hands trembling just as her knees. She was overwhelmed.
At this point Genevieve slightly disagreed ,,This house is not completely only yours. I'm glad to inform you, that you shall share this house with your soulmate."
Fosca furrowed her brows, slowly shaking her head ,,Soulmate ? I've never had one…only at the edge of my life. He was the only one whom I could call soulmate, and I highly doubt there will ever be another alike him."
Genevieve smiled widely, knowingly, since she studied Fosca's life to design her house and surroundings. Taking a breath she uttered ,,Well I wouldn't doubt The Good Place if I were in your shoes. After all, the word soulmate already says its purpose and meaning. It is a person whose soul is very close to yours and he shall make you happy just as you shall make him happy."
,,He ?" Fosca asked again, not wanting to believe it, but Genevieve already lifted her hands in assurance.
,,Yes, in the matter of fact, he just arrived. He is the last resident of your neighborhood whom I shall meet and welcome every moment from now, so if you'll excuse me, and for now enjoy the house and garden, before I might introduce him to you ?" Genevieve smiled, waiting till Fosca swallowed and nodded politely, letting the architect walk away.
This all must be a dream, Fosca thought. This place is everything I ever dreamed about…the house, flowers, lake, birds and other beautiful creatures, and people like me !
The only thought that was slightly disturbing her was of her soulmate. She found her true soulmate in Giorgio. Her handsome Giorgio who assured her of his love, and called himself "hers". The one who made her feel beloved and desired. The one who admitted what he felt towards her in front of her and now she shall have another soulmate, who will spend the eternity with her ?
It kept repeating in her mind, even when she walked through the rest of the house, which was astonishingly beautiful. She decided to clear her head by going for a walk, because after all Genevieve was right in everything what she said ever since Fosca arrived to this place. She shouldn't doubt the realness of everything and might give in.
She slowly walked towards the hanger with mirror in lobby where was a grand hat matching her dress and only there she looked at herself and almost fainted.
Looking at her very self in the mirror, which never lies, only shows us what we can't see all the time.
Fosca cried to her palm, when she watched her features over and over again. Her skin was pure all over, no marks of exhaustion or sickness on which she was used ever since. Her cheeks glowing in healthy shade of scarlet, her chocolate brown eyes shining bright as probably never before. Her chest was lifted by corset of the dress and ample as when she was a virgin long ago. Her rosy lips plump and soft to sight. Her long tresses which were now combed into a ponytail were still dark brown, but not looking unctuous as from illness anymore.
This wasn't the Fosca who was used on her ill state. This was Fosca from long ago, when she yet used to think of herself as of a beguiling creature.
Her palm landed on her chest to calm herself from the shock. She sniffed and wiped away the pearls of her tears as she kept observing her petit form in front of the mirror.
She was beautiful. And she was herself.
Taking another deep breath, savoring every smell that lingered with her exhale, Fosca put on her hat and walked outside to meet the warm sun and fresh air.
She could see everything so clearly now. Everything what Giorgio was talking about back then.
The trees, all those flowers, the warmth of the breeze, the singing of the birds. Everything that suggested beauty was beautiful for her now as well, and it all made her truly happy. She learned this from him, and she savored every moment, every step throughout the garden and every deep breath she had taken.
Stopping only by the edge of lake, where she gazed across the water, adoring how the sunbeams mirrored in water and enlightened the surface of it.
,,And you shall enjoy everything for eternity…including your new home and your soulmate," Fosca heard far back behind her Genevieve's voice, it made her tense in anticipation, because she knew that behind her happens to be her so called soulmate to whom is blonde giving the tour now.
,,Soulmate ?" a man's voice asked with mark of doubt. ,,I've never found a soulmate during my life, except…except the woman I loved," that voice seemed so familiar, Fosca's eyes widened, when she paralyzed tried to turn to look over her shoulder and see.
,,Well your soulmate is right over there as I can see, she decided for a walk to meet us halfway to your house," Genevieve added smilingly, pointing at Fosca who finally turned completely and cried a loud whimper into the peaceful quiet of the garden.
,,Giorgio !"
His eyes widening as he couldn't believe the picture he saw, he immediately shouted back ,,Fosca ? Fosca !"
,,Giorgio, my love !" Fosca let her tears flow now, grabbing at the fabric of her skirts and rushing to meet her captain who rushed towards her too now, both not caring of anything else, only to find out if they both weren't mistaken by the distance, soon finding out their eyes and ears were right about their suggestions.
They ran harsh until they met in long and tight embrace. Fosca's head pillowed by Giorgio's chest and he himself buried his face in her long ponytail which lined track from her shoulder over her bosom.
Fosca felt his body jerk, clearly hearing his cry of affection of seeing her.
Only when he lifted his head and Fosca looked up, to see his face covered with tears of joy, he breathed out in husky voice ,,This isn't a dream, right ?"
Fosca smiled as happily as she was able to, since her beloved held her in his arms ,,No…You are here and I am too, Giorgio."
,,You look…" he took a breath, but voice betraying him when he eyed her from head to toe.
,,Yes ?" Fosca asked, hope crystal clear in her voice and smile still adoring her glowing face.
,,Words couldn't describe how beautiful you are…" Giorgio smiled too now, his eyes still exploring her face, her eyes, her lips, her hair, her figure, when he realized and quickly added ,,Don't get me wrong. You looked beautiful when we've been together for the last time." His hand reaching her cheek to caress her warm skin, her eyes closing and her smile never breaking. ,,Now you're just…glowing and your skin is so delicate to touch. Is it truly you ?" Giorgio laughed softly, making Fosca grin at him almost playfully he would say.
,,Yes. This is how I used to look before –before," her eyes trailed away from Giorgio's, her voice breaking.
But Giorgio cupped her face with both of his palms and made her look back at him, he smiled while soothing her when brushing his thumbs over her smooth skin ,,You don't have to think of what was. Not when you have me. Not when we're together, Fosca."
,,Oh, Giorgio," Fosca cried, giving free will to her emotions, when her captain moved his arms around her waist and held her close to his own body. He smiled at her and descended with his lips on hers in loving kiss, only causing Fosca to whimper in affection while kissing him back.
,,Ohh-forking ball-looks with bloody crap, you made me cry," they heard from beside them after they broke their kiss and for a short moment gazed at each other. Genevieve's voice forced them to look at her in quite grand confusion.
,,Excuse me ?" Fosca was first to ask, shaking her head with smile as she watched Genevieve pulling from her dress pocket one crispy white napkin and dry her tears with it.
,,No, you should excuse me. Usually I behave polite and cheery and I never let my emotions to take over, but…look at you two !" Genevieve cried again, taking a breath and drying her tears delicately with napkin once more. ,,This is my thirteenth neighborhood and I usually don't cry or swear-but I couldn't help myself. I am deeply sorry," blonde smiled, when she came back to cheerfulness, hiding her napkin back in her dress pocket.
,,You swore ? I thought you're babbling nonsense," Giorgio shook his head laughingly, although never letting go of Fosca, keeping her close as if he was afraid she might vanish if he did let go.
,,Well yes. Here in The Good Place swears are forbidden, because residents don't like them much, so we've built in every neighborhood a swear filter. I guess, nothing you two should worry about," Genevieve giggled, nodding for herself.
,,You are the most wonderful architect I've ever met," Giorgio smiled, looking from Genevieve back to Fosca, who leaned against him finding comfort in his arms.
,,Thank you," blonde nearly blushed but never let tears to take over her again.
,,We made you cry ?" Fosca suddenly realized what Genevieve had said seconds ago, and was curious why.
,,Yes. I mean…as I said, I've built thirteen neighborhoods, and none of the lives of those residents ever took over me this much, but when my superior gave me your files, so I could build this neighborhood and houses for everyone, I noticed the connection between your lives and I was just…odd to say-but excited to know you have died in so close period, that you've actually made it-" Genevieve looked at them in the middle of her monologue, realizing how shocking and mostly non-sensible it must be for them according to their expressions, she only finished with swallowing the rest of her excitement ,,-here together…anyway ! Do not let yourselves get overwhelmed by what I said…" her hands lifting in near self defense. ,,I just meant to say how glad I am, that you two are soulmates approved by the force majeure. You see soulmates are not predestined, but made along your life…and not everyone is that lucky to share their afterlife with their soulmate…" Genevieve offered a warm smile to both lovebirds as she explained them, what she meant to soften their shock.
,,Well it is truly exciting, but when you already hit the topic," Fosca nodded, smiling again as she understood, she turned back to Giorgio, her palm caressing his chest through his pearly white suit ,,How did you died, dearest ?"
Giorgio chuckled at Fosca's words, since she was always so sincere by the nature, he nodded ,,After reading your letter and learning about your death I became seriously ill, and desperate to have you back, but…I couldn't have you anymore. And at the end I felt so fatigued that I felt a great relief when my body gave up the fight."
,,My love…now is all good, because we are together again," Fosca smiled up at him, the back of her hand stroking his cheek, making him smile at her warmly.
,,Yes, and we will be, forever," Giorgio nodded, kissing her again and Fosca eagerly kissed him back.
Genevieve wanted to cry out again, but held herself from doing so and instead she clapped her hands softly ,,Now-now. Let's have a neighborhood meeting, so I could give you all a great farewell before I might leave you…"
Giorgio with Fosca happily smiled and hand in hand walked with Genevieve into little town, where was everything so warmly welcoming and cheery, it made them feel truly like at home. All the new faces so pleasant and everyone so kind and full of joy, it was almost unbelievable. They all learned about the point system, and about The Good Place and The Bad Place too. They knew they could visit other neighborhoods of The Good Place by train, and felt slightly sad, when Genevieve waved at them all in goodbye, until she disappeared and they were left on their own.
Fosca and Giorgio took a walk from the town back into the garden which was spreading around their house.
,,I can't wait to see our new home," Giorgio told Fosca excitedly as she held his arm and walked slowly with him.
,,I'm sure you will like it as much I do. We have a greenhouse and an amazing library and the bedroom…well, you will see," she blushed smilingly at the thought she might look up at the stars with her beloved.
They walked inside their house which left Giorgio in awe. Every single room was saying "Relax and enjoy" by its appearance, until they walked into bedroom which was enlightened with candles by candleholder on one of the nightstands, since outside was spreading reddish, almost pink light from the sunset. Both lovers sat into arm chair, Fosca in Giorgio's lap and they watched how the sun dipped into lake and then disappeared and darkness replaced it.
But to Fosca's surprise, she felt somehow slightly tensed. Yes, she was happy for her reunion with her only love, but she was afraid. Perhaps it was, because of all those beautiful faces of all women in town. She knew they were prettier than her, and she knew that Giorgio was used to be in arms of beautiful Clara and was used to such beauty by women. She was afraid, he might…change his opinion about her perhaps. She wasn't sure, why she felt this way, but she couldn't help her tension, especially when Giorgio looked at her and caressed her cheek, muttering-
,,-What is it, Fosca ?"
,,What ?" she responded faster than she wanted, forcing a smile, when his eyes met hers.
,,You seem so…bemused…I dare to say sad. Why is it ?" he tried to understand, when she stood up and moved across the bedroom.
When she finally turned to see him walking towards her, she only shook her head ,,I am just overwhelmed by this place, that I feel tired." She lied, she never felt so full of joy and life before.
,,We might go to bed then and have some rest," Giorgio agreed, his palms running up her sides as he lowered his face to hers and gently kissed her forehead.
,,I'd like to take a bath before bed, if you'll excuse me," she nodded quickly, still smiling lightly, trying to stop that fear and tension which grew inside her, to extinguish it with better thoughts, of Giorgio's smile. It didn't help.
,,Of course, I will await you in bed, and then we could watch the stars before we might dream together," he said, caressing her sides and to her back, it should please her to hear him say this. It was heavenly. Then why she felt so shy in his presence all of sudden.
,,Yes," she murmured, before slowly turning and walking to bathroom's direction.
,,Fosca…" she heard him say her name and oh-how beautiful it was to hear his voice again, saying her name this way. Her emotions within her now weren't fair, when she was supposed to feel happiness and bliss in his presence, but instead she felt unsure, shy and worried.
,,Yes ?" she turned to look at him, to see his concern. Could he read her thoughts in this place ?
,,You might take off your hat, before having a bath," he suggested carefully and Fosca realized, she was still wearing her beautiful hat.
She quickly nodded, taking it off and putting it on vanity ,,Yes you are right."
But at that point Giorgio couldn't stay silent anymore, he walked to Fosca who looked up in his eyes, as he spoke ,,Fosca, tell me what's wrong ? This isn't the real you." He took her hands and led her to bed so they could sit together and he could listen to her carefully.
,,It is me, my Giorgio-" Fosca protested with timid smile lacing her features.
,,-No it isn't. Where is the Fosca who took my hand in hers every time she could and planted a kiss on its back ? Where is the Fosca who heard music instead of drums just like I did ? Where is the Fosca who wasn't detached and asked of friendship, of me coming to her quarters, of me writing a letter for her, of me to kiss her and then proclaiming she might kiss me instead ? You were so passionate in everything what you did, what you said, what you felt towards me….what is it, what keeps you a step away from me now ?" Giorgio talked with fierce passion in his own voice, when he brilliantly described her nature and she couldn't find the answers for his questions.
,,I-I don't know," she trembled, not knowing why, so Giorgio slowly scooted closer to her and ran his arms around her waist again to comfort her.
,,Did I hurt you somehow ? Please tell me if I did…" he begged, his voice desperate now as he looked in her chocolate brown orbs to find the answer.
,,No, you did not hurt me, my love-" she felt sudden wave of guilt, since he talked so sincere.
,,-Then why you seem so sad and quiet and…diffident ?" he waited for her to speak.
Fosca looked in his eyes and swallowed thickly, her eyes closing when she started ,,I am just afraid."
,,Of what my love ?" Giorgio spoke calmly, his palm drawing her only closer as she gave in his embrace. ,,You don't have to fear anything in this place…not when we're finally together," he cooed to her ear as she started softly weeping.
,,I am afraid –because I know, I'm not as …beautiful as –other women in this place-" Fosca spoke through sobs as she buried her face in Giorgio's pearly white military-like suit, while he patiently listened, stroking her back to calm her down ,,-and I know you're used to b-beautiful women…a-and experienced women unlike m-me…and when we were t-together back then…m-my excuse was poor health, but now-..."
Giorgio smiled, bringing his fingers to her jawline and tipping her head gently up so he could shush her with a loving kiss. This soothed her unsurprisingly well, when she felt his tongue trace her lip. It made her part her lips softly for him so they could deepen their kiss and let the pleasure flow through them.
Only when they broke apart and Fosca breathed calmly now, Giorgio smiled at her and spoke ,,Do you know, what my last thought was before I left my body ?" Fosca shook her head, not able to let out a single sound let alone a word or a phrase. ,,I summoned you in my mind and painted the picture of you so clearly. Only after seeing your beautiful brown eyes, your soft sweet lips, your long ebony tresses, after feeling your soft skin against mine so faithfully in my imagination and after clearly hearing your smiling voice saying "Giorgio" …only then I stopped fearing of death and let go…"
Fosca's eyes filled with tears again, but this time those tears were from joy again, her cheeks were wet from her previous crying, she only licked the drop which slipped to the corner of her mouth realizing that even her tears had different taste than on earth –they tasted like her favorite wine, which was odd, but somehow delicious- she sniffed and happy smile shined on her face.
,,You were and you still are the most beautiful, kind and loving woman whom I've ever met. You forced me to see, what beauty looks like, and you forced me to feel the real love, only with you…and I would never let you slip away again," Giorgio promised and Fosca's fear, tension and all of her worries just disappeared. They vanished in the air.
,,My Giorgio," she smiled, her palm trailing upward to reach his cheek and bring him back to kiss her.
,,I love you, Fosca," he muttered to their kiss and Fosca cried a whimper against his mouth. ,,I love you for you, and I will for our eternity," Giorgio stroked her cheek lightly with his fingertips, making her tremble now from his touch. ,,Remember ? I am yours…"
,,And I am yours, Giorgio," Fosca nodded eagerly, feeling sure of everything once again, because Giorgio was there, and it wasn't a dream and his love was tangible when he kissed her again and drew her close to his chest.
When Fosca narrowed and her hand cupped his cheek, he leaned in her palm, closing his eyes to savor her caress as her thumb gently glazed his lower lip ,,I love you, Giorgio."
She could see him thinking as he dreamily kept looking at her and she couldn't deny, but take his hand and bring it up to her face, she kissed the inner side of his palm, murmuring against his skin ,,Tell me your thoughts, my love."
Now he knew it was that Fosca again. The Fosca who loved him like nobody ever has and the very same Fosca with whom he fell in love deeply, madly, truly without mercy and without reason.
,,Here are no guns and no wars neither any diseases. Also no bad people, who would cause us any harm. We don't have to pay for things and we can live just for each other with single thought of pure now…." Giorgio slowly started, making Fosca dreamily close her eyes and smile when she nodded.
,,I'd like such thought," she admitted, opening her eyes to find Giorgio's so close to hers when his lips were inches from hers.
His breath hot and his words sweet when he let out to her softly parted lips ,,Let's make this place our little Paradise of Passion."
Fosca nodded idly, her palm running around his neck, while the other landed on his chest, caressing him in response, muttering back to his mouth ,,Yes, love…" before she kissed him passionately in agreement to seal their united promise.
She moaned at the feel of his tongue teasing her and when he gently nipped her lower full lip with his teeth she whimpered softly, her fingers on his chest finding buttons of his suit, fluently unfolding him from his clothes. Giorgio smiled as he felt how she bravely kept unbuttoning his suit, and her other hand clutched at the back of his head just to force him to kiss her more.
Willingly obeying, Giorgio only deepened their loving kiss, as Fosca's slender fingers undone the last golden button of his suit, pulling it open for herself so she could continue with buttons of his white shirt. Brunette smiled to Giorgio's lips, when she felt his fingers grazing upward on her back reaching the knots of her dress and slowly pulling them loose, so he wouldn't stay behind in undressing.
But that time Fosca already opened his shirt and trailed her fingertips eagerly and withal teasingly up, caressing every single muscle of her lover's torso, until Giorgio pulled slightly back from her lips and breathed out in husky voice ,,My love, you're in such a rush for the fact how much time we have for ourselves."
Fosca realized, and after she swallowed down her sudden arousal, she murmured ,,I just want you my Giorgio. I need you…need to feel you again…"
,,I know, and I need you the same. But now we have plenty of time, than we had that certain night. And I want us to thoroughly enjoy it," captain smiled at her, brushing his lips against Fosca's plump ones, which caused her eyelids to flutter, she haven't even noticed his fingers slowly, almost completely loosened the laces of her dress.
,,Alright my love," Fosca nodded with dreamily smile, feeling the silken material of her dress slip down both her shoulders, fluently revealing her skin and the risen ample swells of her bosom, which was still hiding within her corset.
,,Good, then would you turn yourself with your back to me, please," Giorgio smiled, sweetly kissing her lips again only making Fosca cry out lightly into his mouth instead of response as his fingers touched her warm skin of her shoulders.
When he drew back and his bright grey eyes met with hers, she couldn't withhold a whimper that slipped from her lightly parted lips as she nodded again, and carefully turned herself with her face to the candleholder on nightstand beside bed, and her back to Giorgio. He immediately smiled at his lover's compliance. His left hand found laces from her corset this time, while his right hand pulled her ponytail from her neck so he could lean down to reach her skin.
,,Ohh," Fosca's light moan escaped her, when Giorgio planted a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. And another one to the crook of her neck, and one more in the middle of her upper revealed back, listening to her delightful whimpers and soft moans she let out with each his kiss.
Her body trembled heavily, and fingers of her left hand softly tangled in sheets of their bedding. This time Giorgio was sure, it wasn't from cold or from her bad condition, since she was radiating with health, happiness and also excitement.
Each added kiss, each connection of Giorgio's wonderful lips with her delicate skin made her heart melt and heat rush through her body as his lovely kisses dipped down her back, since he unlaced her corset all the way down for his touch. Her eyes closing from all the sudden sensation which her lover was causing.
Fosca was only able to focus on her breath, and her captain's lips, until he all of a sudden stood up from bed. She moaned slightly louder this time in protest and confusion, why did he stop, immediately looking for him, but Giorgio didn't let her to be confused for too long, since he reached for her hands and lifted her graciously up on her feet.
Her brown, chocolate eyes found his in a blissful glance before Giorgio leaned closer to Fosca and with lips curled into a smile, he kissed her gently. His hands moved up her bare back to the very hems of her dress and corset. His fingers curled both pieces of clothes and with ease pulled them down, until they folded into a large heap of fabric on the floor around Fosca's ankles.
Only now brunette realized, she happened to stand almost completely naked in front of her lover, practically for the second time, and the tiniest wave of timidity washed over her. It was altogether second time she was about to make love, and this time her condition wouldn't excuse her inexperience. But oh-did she love her Giorgio so much, she would do anything to cause him feel her love, and to please him. Her passion completely outshined her fear and the lack of experience, she unleashed her long suppressed fantasies, and devolved them into reality of her and Giorgio's 'now'.
Her hands caressed up captain's muscular chest, while she deliberately, lovingly kissed him back, her tongue meeting his, she couldn't suppress a cry of pleasure.
Giorgio smiled, when he felt how her hands gently pushed his shirt with his suit off his shoulders, and arms, while caressing his skin on their way, before her arms wrapped around his waist and she drew herself as close to him as was possible.
,,Mmm," crying out to his parted lips when feeling his skin against hers, and hearing his moan in response to their connection as well.
Fosca ran her palms caressingly up his back, not noticing at all, that Giorgio reached to her ponytail and released her long, mane of dark brown hair, putting her hair pins to bedside table.
But when he drew back to drink at the picture of his lover, he completely lost his words, his palms only resting on Fosca's hips, as she bit her lip and waited to gauge Giorgio's reaction.
,,My Fosca," he breathed out as he smiled softly at first, bringing his right hand to her soft cheek, stroking her, making her eyes close briefly, before slowly threading his fingers through her wild ebony tresses at her temple, and combing her long hair from behind her to her front and down across her plump breast, to the very ends of her hair, which were lacing her left upper thigh covered with her white, laced knickers.
It was unbelievable, how long and rich her hair was. He probably yet haven't seen a woman with such long hair, and he adored it.
Leaning to her lips to kiss her sweetly again, before he spoke ,,You are so beautiful love…let me admire you…"
,,Gio-" she only managed soft whimper of a word, as he shushed her by deep loving kiss, and not giving her any other chance to react when he started spreading his affectionate kisses from her beautiful jawline, across her chin and down her throat.
Meanwhile his fingers glazed her sides teasingly up and down to her hips again, since his lips descended lower on her youthful, wonderfully luscious ampleness, paying special attention to her breasts, one after the other with his warm mouth and loving kisses.
,,My God….Oh my God, Giorgio," Fosca only breathed throatily and tipped her head backwards, since she wasn't able to focus on anything else. Hardly lifting her palm, and caressing Giorgio's head in repay of his sweetness towards her, while he kissed determinedly under her soft swells, holding her sides now carefully to avoid her probable heavy fall to bed.
His lips literally drew patterns on her flat, smooth tummy, Fosca panted softly for breath and immediately held Giorgio's shoulders at the moment his fingers gently, and teasingly slow pulled her undergarments off her hips, and his palms smoothed across her soft skin of her bare thighs and calves till he reached her feet and carefully took off each her violet slipper.
All of a sudden Fosca cried a whimper, when her captain pressed a kiss on place where she'd never imagined it would feel so marvelous. A gasp pierced his ears, when he yet twice kissed her dark brown lower hair before he rose back to his feet.
Only now Fosca's eyes finally fluttered open again to find Giorgio's bright ones, full of emotion, and clearly visible lust, but also patience. He smiled down at her, when she reached his cheek again and gently brought his mouth to hers, so she could kiss him in return to everything what he just did.
His lips parted for Fosca, who gently slipped her tongue past them and caressed his own tongue with love and so great arousal, she thought she will burst if she won't devour him at least for a while.
Giorgio smiled in their kiss and eagerly complied with the same dose of passion, meanwhile his palms caressed Fosca all over her back and sides to her delight, only causing her to whimper continuously to his mouth.
The fact he previously kissed her most private parts only encouraged her fully, that now her own fingers transported across his firm torso, fondling his muscles of his chest and his stomach, and lower stomach until reaching the fabric of his pearly white trousers.
Giorgio's eyes flashed open right at the moment brunette's fingers brushed against his lap and touched his own growing arousal. He gently held her shoulders so he could lean back to take a breath as Fosca grinned and cupped the slight bulge of the white fabric.
,,F-" he was cut off right at the beginning by brunette's cooing, beautifully pleasant voice and one digit on his parted lips.
,,-Shh, shh, my love…" Fosca smiled warmly, her thumb glazing his bottom lip affectionately as her left palm caressed him yet again. She leaned close to his chest and brushed her plump sweet lips across his pectorals now and fluently with no rush covered his tasty skin with her loving kisses, while her fingers found the three golden buttons of his trousers, making very quick process with them.
Giorgio savored all of her love she deliberately showed to him with her warm kisses as her palms pushed his trousers down his hips, making him step out of them, just as he right away stepped out of his shoes too. His palms stroking Fosca's arms while she forced him by her gentle grip on his hips to take two steps around her towards bed, and as he was still softly paralyzed he willingly sat on the edge of bed and let her sit astride him in his lap.
Her arms thrown around his shoulders made her feel secure, especially when Giorgio hugged her flush against his chest and kissed her deeply again.
But when he felt her fingers teasing the curves of his shoulders and down his biceps he eased his grip on her waist, to let her move her hands across his chest again.
,,Fosca," he breathed to her mouth in response to her gentle strokes and teasing caresses of her fingertips. ,,My dearest Fosca," he moaned softly, when she nipped his bottom lip and whimpered nodding, delighted to hear him say those words. Her name. Again and again. In between their kisses.
,,What music," Fosca moaned now loud, when she had the chance to take a breath, her eyes filling with tears of joy, since it was too much happiness she haven't felt during her life, and she wondered for a brief while, why did she had to wait to experience this much happiness and love and passion only in her afterlife, but then again, according to Genevieve and the point system, she deserved it, and she was glad her afterlife was so rewarding. As for her as for her beloved Giorgio.
Brunette appreciated her view of her lover for a moment, before he leaned to her again and kissed her this time, while his hands smoothed over her hips.
She transported her hands once again to his lap, causing him chuckle now as he shook of his previous shock from his lover touching his most private parts, feeling in her touch as her gentle digits carefully unlaced his undergarments. Knots loosening and laces gave at the moment Giorgio now gently nibbled at Fosca's lip again. Both only teasing each other, always taking one step forward and one back as if during an elegant dance.
But when Giorgio felt Fosca's fingers-which were unsurprisingly aflame-slipping past the fabric of his undergarments, he groaned and heavily fell on his back causing Fosca to giggle playfully.
,,Oh my dear God !" he suddenly breathed and his eyes widened, when he spotted the glass-ceiling and all of the stars above which shinned at the moment just for them. It forced him to held Fosca's side and point up since he became speechless at the beauty he just saw. Just like when he laid his eyes at Fosca before couple of moments.
Fosca realized and looked up, her fingers lightly covering her mouth ,,My love, I absolutely forgot to show you…Genevieve made this for us. So we could watch stars and dream together comfortably from our bed." She smiled at Giorgio, who kept gazing in awe, his eyes filled to brim with stars too now.
,,Well, we surely will," Giorgio smiled dreamily, taking Fosca's hand and bringing it to his lips, to kiss her inner palm like she always did. ,,But now my angel…" her handsome captain grinned up at her and playfully combed her hair which slipped around her body to his torso and tickled him, while she kept on sitting astride him.
,,Owww !" her squeak echoed across their bedroom and maybe across their entire house, when Giorgio gently gripped her hips and by one swift move of his whole body he forced her on her back, and pressed his body carefully atop her. Making her giggle in response to his mouth as he comforted her by a loving kiss, before he narrowed from bed and pushed off his loosened undergarments.
Fosca very quickly, with such a beautiful grin Giorgio so loved about her, crawled to the center of their large bed and shifted the sheets, to make for themselves a cushy little haven, before she reached out for him with her left hand and arm straightened.
She looked so beautiful with her face glowing with happiness and comfort, waiting for him to join her.
Giorgio moved across bed, taking Fosca's hand and tangling their fingers for a moment as he kissed her again, muttering to her lips ,,You are beautiful love. So beautiful, and mine."
Cute, small whimper escaped her when she nodded happily ,,Yes, yes my Giorgio. I am yours. Forever."
,,Forever," Giorgio approved, nodding and pulling her hair carefully behind her as he start descending with her into their soft cushions and mattress and sheets, being careful to not let her body suppress her mane of her ebony hair, he spread it across their pillows above her head.
She looked like an angel. Like a maiden from fairy story books he adorer as a young lad.
Pressing tiny sweet kiss on the very tip of her nose, he let her caress his back, while he gently shifted above her till he settled between her legs, which she spread for him and teased his thighs with her toes.
His fingers combed through her hair as he sighed dreamily and smiled at her, whispering ,,Your eyes…"
Fosca not understanding, wanted to ask him what was about her eyes, that captured him, but before she could vocalize her question, Giorgio kissed her lips lightly, making her smile in the kiss. When he narrowed again he added ,,They are full ofstars Fosca."
,,I love you Giorgio," Fosca now let out almost breathlessly, her voice so small and still so full of emotion, she cried blissfully when Giorgio kissed her again.
,,And I love you my Fosca," he muttered to her parted lips, smiling when he looked at her before he descended with his lips once again on her neck and started worshiping her velvet skin wherever he could reach with his loving kisses, only making her body melt more and more to their soft mattress.
Heat rushed to her cheeks and also far lower within her stomach, when she felt his hand stroking up her flat tummy, to one of her plump swells, while the other trailed down her outer thigh and to her knee. Her body shivered again, which made Giorgio smile, since he knew how everything was so new and so overwhelming for Fosca, it made her entire body empathize with his touch and caresses and kisses.
She couldn't keep her own hands from touching him, and fondling his skin, to show him her affection, and to feel his groan as a response against her shoulder. He fluently kissed across her chest, his tongue gently flicked her collarbone and Fosca shivered now heavily with loud groan of her own as she felt his fingertips brushing her groin.
,,Oh, Giorgio," she whispered to his forehead, he felt her breath hot and full of sudden lust, when one of his palms affectionately kneaded her breast and his other palm slipped between her spread legs and very slowly, but very gently caressed her most intimate place. His lips covered hers in passionate kiss as Giorgio happily devoured Fosca's fairly loud moan of relish and excitement.
He teased her slowly with his fingers, feeling her wet heat, he smiled against her lips and playfully nipped her full bottom lip again, letting out soft chuckle.
,,Fosca, you're on fire," he uttered with smile on his face.
Her eyes suddenly flashed open, when she let out almost desperately ,,D-do you think…I might have a…a fever ?" Her fingers gripped his sides fitfully.
Giorgio quickly shook his head and kissed her forehead when he noticed the tangible fear in her voice. Fear that she might become ill again. Fear so strong, because she was more used to her illness, than on her young, healthy, beautiful self.
,,No my love…" he smiled down at her truly and leaned in for a kiss. After her slight moan Giorgio leaned back and added, while caressing her breast again ,,I don't think, your heat does anything to do with a fever…but with Passion…"
Fosca smiled blissfully in relief, but her lips suddenly parting with loud gasp, when Giorgio very gently and carefully moved within her heat with his grown arousal, while cupping brunette's plump swell and kissing her flushed cheek.
Her fingers easing its grip on his sides, but her nails trailed up and slowly down his back instead, as her beautiful Giorgio started moving deliberately within her. Fosca forced herself to swallow, her mouth dry, as she moaned softly, before she caressed her lover's calves and thighs with her legs, threading them with his to their together delight.
Giorgio supported his body lightly with his right hand along Fosca's side, so he wouldn't crush her underneath him, as he gradually moved deeper in slow, but-according to Fosca's strangled gasps and soft mewls-so satisfying pace. His free palm made its way to caress brunette's body, causing her eyelids to flutter deliriously now, especially when his fingernails brushed her skin in repay to her own teasing of his back.
,,Ohh –my G- Giorgio !" she moaned louder as she felt his mouth sucking deliciously at tiny spot on her neck. His hot breath trailing up and higher to her earlobe, which he gently nibbled with his lips, before stifled his lustful groan against the crook of her neck, coaxing another of her gorgeous whimpers to escape her.
,,Love, you make wonderful sounds, while making love," Giorgio muttered between his kisses up Fosca's throat, before his lips met hers. She only hardly perceived what he said, since she was diving in haze of pleasure, letting her body and senses be fully overwhelmed by her lover and their passionate union as his both palms stroked over her torso now, she could feel the heat radiating from him too.
His committed slow and deep thrusts made her pant for breath in between light moans, which he swallowed with each loving kiss. He smiled against her mouth when he felt her hips fractionally moving in time with his own, since she wasn't able to do much in response due to lack of focus. Her palms though kept stroking Giorgio's back, to let him know, she loved everything what he did.
,,God ! M-my love," Fosca cried loud and her eyes closed as she tried to bury her head deep in their pillow just at the moment her lover's fingers circled her erected center of her left breast, while the pads of fingers of his other palm slipped between their united bodies and teased her clitoris effectively.
Her entire body trembled, and her legs all of a sudden risen up around Giorgio's hips, squeezing his body between them as a heartfelt squeal pierced his ears and fluently turned into throaty moan of her own, as she reached her first, strong orgasm in her afterlife.
,,Gio –Giorgio !" her breath hitching and her eyes flashing open to see the starry heavens above them, while she hugged his body tightly atop hers with her lingering climax, making him smile to her neck since he kept kissing her delicate skin, although he slowed the moves of his hips, only to let her savor her climax, and to ease her, before he might bring her over that peak again.
His fingers trailed up from her lap, and over her side, just like his other palm did, Giorgio slowly, slightly narrowed so he could take a look at beautifully flushed Fosca, who smiled at the moment he nuzzled his nose with hers, whispering against her lips ,,My beautiful Fosca…"
At that moment she finally eased from her high peak, and happily smiled into their kiss, but then she did something, that Giorgio didn't expect from her. The little did he know, his love making only emboldened her to show him her love and affection fully back.
Just at the moment he wanted to break their kiss, Fosca forced her hips harshly up against his, making his body lift and his eyes widen in surprise as brunette completely rolled them over, pinning her beloved on his back in their soft mattress, and while still laying atop him-never drawing away-she started moving her hips accordingly to her burning desire to please him, just like he pleased her before a second.
Her tongue dancing with his, while Giorgio groaned in response to her lascivious grinds of her hips down on his, and the caress of her palms all over his torso, when she only slightly pushed her body off his to make space for her caresses.
,,I love you, my darling," she whimpered, he could say almost desperately as she rubbed her lap with his lightly faster and stimulated her clitoris again. Her fingertips stroked his cheek, while captain's hands moved across her back, where her wild brown tresses were spreading, practically covering her entire back. His fingers combed her hair lovingly, only intensifying the feel of his love towards her, since he kept fondling her everywhere he could reach, because he wasn't able of anything else, while she kissed him again and again.
,,Fo-Fosca," he panted for air at the moment he felt her inner velvet heat clenching around his throbbing length, and heard her loud moan smothered against his chest, before she bit him in his firm muscle to savor another orgasm. She breathed harshly through her climax, feeling her lover throb within her heat, which somehow made her smile teasingly against his lips, she didn't care of her breathing now, kissing Giorgio passionately, only encouraging him to climax as well.
Deep growl escaped him to her mouth, and Fosca delighted yet grinded her hips against his now slower and slower, feeling him release his orgasm within her heat, while his fingers dug into her hair covered sides.
Only when she completely stopped moving to ease them, she broke their kiss to let them both take a proper breath, he groaned out loud ,,My dear…that was…"
Fosca couldn't hold back a soft giggle, while she trailed her fingertip across Giorgio's beautiful scalp, and pressed her upper body softly atop his, to rest herself, murmuring happily ,,Passionate ?"
Wide smile spread upon her lover's features as he chuckled while caressing her back and mane of hair ,,I wanted to say dreamy, but –you're right…that was very far from a dream."
Fosca's cheeks now glowing in shade of scarlet, not only because she was flushed, but content and absolutely sensually gratified, knowing her beloved experienced the same she did.
,,Speaking about dreams…" brunette started lightly, when an unwanted yawn gently parted her lips and forced her eyelids to flutter, before she tried to focus back on Giorgio's eyes. ,,Shall we dream together tonight ?" she very carefully slipped off her lover, only scooting to his right side, while he hugged her body tightly, withal carefully to his.
,,Yes my love, we'll dream together," he smiled softly at her imminent need of sleep, while he swept her hair off her face so he could plant a gentle, sweet kiss to her forehead. But when he slowly lifted his body, to reach for sheets to cover them and to lean to bedside table and blow off the candles her palm gripped his and her mewl of protest made him chuckle. ,,I'm not leaving, love," Giorgio softly whispered after he did what he wanted and tugged sheets over their tired bodies.
Fosca immediately ran her arm around his waist and scooted back to his side so she could peacefully rest her head on her beloved's chest, smiling against his skin and pressing there a tiny kiss before she whispered back to him ,,I know…"
,,Sweet dreams, my Fosca," she yet heard his velvet voice, and felt his fingers combing her hair again, while she slowly start succumbing to restful sleep in her captain's embrace. Giorgio looked up at the starry heavens for the last time and then closed his eyes as well and scooted his smiling face close to his sweetly sleeping brunette.