Wanderlust

Milan

Part One

This time we pick up Cassie and Sam's wanderings in Milan, Italy.

Fair warning: this chapter is pure smut, and I actually had to consume an alcoholic beverage before I could even send the first draft to xfphile to beta. Kudos to her for the excellent job, as always.

The second part will follow shortly, with Cassie finally reuniting with Grace.

"Do you realise today is exactly three months since you last performed a surgery?" Cassie Nightingale asked, setting the teaspoon she had been using to stir her tea down on her saucer.

It was a beautiful early evening in Milan, the sun just beginning to set. Cassie and her husband were sitting outside a tiny cafe, enjoying the ambience and each other's company.

When they had planned their trip around the world, they had of course made visiting both of their children their top priority. They had already spent a few weeks with Nick before they left America, and now it was finally time to reunite with Grace, before catching up with Abigail in Tuscany.

"How do you remember things like that?" Sam asked rhetorically.

Just because he understood, and accepted, that she was a witch, it didn't mean that it didn't sometimes give him pause. It was funny too, because for a long time he had thought of his ex-wife Linda as that witch (and sometimes something that rhymed with it), but here he was, married to an honest-to-God witch, who was the most beautiful, wonderful woman he had ever known, and the love of his life.

Cassie shrugged nonchalantly in that mysterious way she had.

"I just thought you might be missing it."

Sam paused, lifting his cup of heavenly espresso to his lips and taking a sip. Perfection.

"A little, I guess. It was my life for so long, but I could certainly get used to this lifestyle."

"Of course," Cassie agreed. "I miss the Bell, Book, as well. But it sounds like Joy is doing a great job taking care of it. I'm just hoping I don't get back to Middleton to find she's knocked through a wall or something."

She laughed, but Sam could see the slightest hint of tension around her gorgeous dark eyes. He reached for her hand across the table, stroking his thumb over her palm.

"You love her," he stated simply.

"'Course I do. She's family," she sniffed. Even her own powers of insight couldn't explain to Cassie why she felt so emotional all of a sudden.

"And Zoey's there, she'll keep her in check," Sam smiled.

"Isn't Zoey great?" She asked, somewhat needlessly. Sam had taught Zoey some salsa moves to impress Joy, so it was obvious that he was a fan of the firefighter.

"Yeah, I have a feeling she might be family soon, too."

"Oh really?" Cassie raised an amused eyebrow. "You have a feeling, huh?"

Sam shrugged. "It must be all the time I'm spending with you."

"I'm rubbing off on you, am I?" Cassie asked, her emotional moment having passed now she realised that everything in Middleton was okay, and it was natural to miss her home. And she would be seeing Grace so soon.

"Cassie," he warned, his blue eyes darkening.

Underneath the table, Cassie slid her bare foot up Sam's leg until her toes teased the hem of his cut offs. The man could really wear shorts.

Sam focused on sipping his coffee, but he couldn't break the fiery-hot eye contact with his wife.

"I was thinking we should have a quiet night tonight, so we're well-rested for meeting Grace early tomorrow morning," she suggested.

Sam nodded his agreement. A quiet night in with his wife, in a four star hotel with a jacuzzi bath and a queen-sized bed? He wasn't sure plans got any better than that.

"I thought you wanted a quiet night," Sam began, his voice muffled from the way she had him pressed up against their hotel room door, her lips attached to his neck.

Cassie giggled, pulling him further into the room by the hand.

"I'm dying to try out the tub," she said, smiling back at him over her shoulder.

He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around in his arms to kiss her, briefly, on the lips.

"Your wish is my command, signora," he said, trying for an Italian accent and wiggling his eyebrows at her.

She laughed, kissing him back one more time before she let him go and watched his retreating form appreciatively as she reached up to take out her earrings.

By the time Cassie made her way into the bathroom, which was almost as big as the smallest guest room at Grey House, Sam had already half-filled the deep bathtub with foaming water.

And he was stripped down to his boxers.

Cassie licked her lips, moving further into the room and pressing her body against his back.

"Cassie," he moaned, feeling her naked breasts against his warm, bare skin.

Her hands slid around his waist, caressing the smooth skin of his stomach and the trail of hair that led to the top of his shorts.

Emboldened by the hitch of his breath, Cassie slipped her left hand under the elastic waistband of his boxers and over the warm silkiness of his length, feeling him harden for her.

Sam closed his eyes, giving himself over to the glorious sensation of his wife jacking him off so that he could fuck her.

Or make sweet, gentle love to her.

The jury was still out on that one, and honestly Sam could go for it either way.

Just as long as she didn't stop touching him just like that.

"Oh shit, wait," he groaned, suddenly remembering that the water was still running. It was hard to remember a simple fact like his own name when Cassie's hand was wrapped so deliciously around his cock, let alone remember not to flood the entire bathroom.

Wincing, Sam bent to turn off the flow of water and pressed the button to turn on the jets.

"Ooh," Cassie breathed, watching the water bubble and foam. It looked so enticing…almost as enticing as her nearly-naked and extremely aroused husband.

She stepped past him into the deep, wide tub, her fingers sliding with torturous deliberation off his cock, and let the water wash over her; it was the perfect temperature and felt so amazing against her skin, she couldn't bite back a moan.

Sam's answering groan made her smile more than a little predatorily.

"I think you're a little overdressed, Doctor Radford," she crooned, submerging her body under the water until her breasts were hidden by the foamy bubbles.

Sam eased off his boxers, breathing a sigh of relief as his sensitive cock was finally freed from the restrictive fabric.

"Come here," Cassie murmured, giving him a hot look as she patted the side of the tub, and Sam lowered himself to a seated position, his own eyes burning with passion

Cassie licked her lips again, her gaze locked on the creamy pearl glistening at the tip of his throbbing cock. She leaned forward and licked it, sweeping her tongue around the head to ensure she hadn't missed a drop.

"Cassie!" he gasped, his hands instinctively reaching out to tangle in the dark strands of her hair. She'd started wearing it longer again now, and he loved it.

Loved her.

She took him deeper, her tongue dancing over his most sensitive, responsive spots. He tried to keep his grip loose, but it was hard to stop his hips from thrusting, from wanting more.

Cassie released him from her mouth with a pop, her face flushed from her ministrations and the steam rising from the frothy water. One of the jets pulsed out water not too far from her core and she was already aching, her clit desperate for attention.

Sam traced Cassie's lips with his thumb, and she sucked gently on it, giving it the slightest scrape of her teeth. He groaned, his length throbbing again at the sensation.

She took him in her hand, working him in long strokes and chasing her thumb across his tip, while her other hand slipped under the water and between her legs to tease the taut bud of her clit.

"Oh, Cassie," he sighed, realising what she was doing, pleasuring them both simultaneously.

What a woman.

He also realised that his vocabulary had apparently been reduced to incoherent moans, and her name. Sometimes just incoherent moans of her name.

She bobbed up in the water until she was kneeling on the tiled bottom of the tub. Sam couldn't drag his eyes away from her breasts, and the way the water dripped from them and bubbles still clung to them.

Leaning forward, Cassie took his cock in her hand against and placed it between the softness of her breasts.

Oh God, she was going to kill him.

Sam Radford was going to die in complete and utter ecstasy in a hotel bathroom in Milan.

He was surprisingly zen about that. Must be Cassie's influence again.

Cassie placed her hands on either side of her breasts and began to slide them up and down Sam's cock. They'd never done this before. She'd never done this before. And she hadn't known she'd wanted to until this very moment.

She hadn't accounted for quite how crazy it would drive her husband, either.

Obviously she knew he was a big fan of her breasts. He made that clear often enough. But this? This was a fantasy he hadn't even truly considered.

He growled low in the back of his throat as he watched his cock disappear into Cassie's cleavage, and she damn near did kill him when she bent forward to lick the tip.

He was close.

So close.

He needed to warn her, but he was back to incoherent noises and forming actual syllables were beyond him.

"Unfh!" he moaned, his vision blurring as he came so hard he passed out for a second. Or died; that had been fucking amazing.

Blearily, he opened one eyed and looked down at Cassie.

And kinda regretted it.

Because it was so freakin' hot.

Her dark eyes glowed when they met his, and he thought he might come again when he saw her smug, proud smile at the mess he'd made on her breasts.

"Fuck, Cassie, I…" he rasped, his breathing harsh. He didn't even know what he was trying to say, if he was trying to apologise, to thank her… "Fuck."

He stood up on shaky legs and went to get a wash cloth, sliding into the water beside her and gently wiping his release from her damp flesh.

"That was…" Nope, he was still finding this whole talking thing close to impossible.

"Yeah, it was," she purred with a very satisfied smile as she leaned up to kiss him.

"I am the luckiest man on this whole continent," he sighed, leaning his forehead against hers.

"Speaking of getting lucky," Cassie grinned, pressing herself up against his warm body.

Sam's answering grin was predatory, his hands trailing down her body and sculpting the curve of her backside. He brought her over to one of the jets, reaching over her to place her hands on the side of the tub for leverage. Then he stood behind her, tracing his fingers down the length of her spine and making her shiver in spite of the steamy room and the hot water.

The jet bubbled away near her clit, enough to give her some stimulation as the water pressure pulsed, but nowhere near enough to bring her to orgasm.

He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, brushing her hair aside for better access. She moaned when his teeth nipped the sensitive skin behind her ear, and hissed out a curse when his fingers reached for her nipples, giving them an unexpected pinch.

She pushed back against him, the movement bringing her centre in closer contact with the pulsing jet of water.

"Saaaam," she whined, her body arching from the stimulation.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" he whispered against her neck, pushing down on her hips ever so slightly so that she hovered just above the jet. She shuddered against him as the water bubbled against her sensitive clit.

"Mm, Sam," she breathed, her hips bucking in the water as she tried to get more. Feel more.

He rubbed his hands over her backside, caressing her with his palms and he felt Cassie tense with what he knew, from experience, was the very beginning of her orgasm.

"Oh, Sam!" she cried, clearly also reduced to just incoherent noises and his name.

With the force of the water jet on her clit just right, Cassie tumbled over the edge of sanity and headfirst into her climax. It ripped through her, leaving her breathless and dazed, her legs barely holding her up.

"Fuck."

Shakily, she turned around and collapsed into Sam's arms. His chest was warm and clammy when she laid her head against it, his heart beating almost as fast as hers.

"That was…" she started.

"That was one of your best ideas," Sam finished for her, relieved to find he could once again arrange his thoughts into coherent sentences that actually made their way out of his mouth.

Cassie smiled sleepily against his chest, suppressing a shiver.

"Water's getting cold," he commented, reaching for the plug and letting the water drain away. He reached for one of the fluffy complementary towels and wrapped Cassie up in it.

She let him take care of her. It always moved her how they could be so sexually passionate with each other one minute, and then he was her caretaker, her knight and protector, the very next. She hated to make the comparison, but it had never been like that with Jake. He had loved her exactly the way she was, but Sam…Sam challenged her to be more, to do more, to push her boundaries out.

It gave her a sense of freedom and a sense of safety she had never found anywhere else.

They crawled into bed together, sated and exhausted. Sam wrapped his body around hers, pressing a chaste kiss to her shoulder.

"You know, I think I like your definition of a quiet night in better than the universally accepted dictionary definition."

Squeezing his hand, Cassie smiled into her pillow before exhaustion claimed her.

As Sam curled his body protectively around hers, he added – and checked off – another item on his bucket list, before he surrendered to sleep and joined Cassie in her dreams.