The last time Jolyne woke up hot, wet and sticky in bed with the metallic taste of alcohol on her tongue was when her mind remembered the smell of salt and the oh so distinct smell of freshly split blood. So when she woke up to the early morning, and the fingers of light managed to slip through the curtains, she started her hangover routine by yawning and smacking her lips. Hot damn, she must have drunk more than beer last night. Not like she didn't drink whisky or vodka but not so much that it rolled off her breath. And she had slept in her make up too. Lovely. What a way to start the morning.

Jolyne swung her nude legs over the side of the bed and planted her feet flat on the carpeted floor. The bile and alcohol in her stomach churned and her body felt like tipping over like a jug. She hugged her stomach and groaned. God everything below her chest felt so absolutely horrible. She hadn't remembered the last time she has drunk so much. Had she ever drunk that much alcohol at once? Jolyne Cujoh was no lightweight but there was a point she'd just fall out of her barstool and sleep soundly on the floor. She snapped her head up in realization. Any time she binged, it was always at home (thank Mom and her motherly worrying to drill in that fear of being alone at bars). That fear was becoming validated when she realized that there was a second weight laying on the opposite side of the bed.

Holy fuck…did, did I…? Jolyne pursed her lips as the steady thrum of a headache began. Indeed she had done it. Pressing her lips together had helped the woman realize how beneath the overpowering taste of alcohol was an unmistakable saltiness. Not the type from chips or nuts. Well, not the food kind of nuts at least.
She groaned both in pain and annoyance at herself. It would at least explain why her insides felt sore and why she was in a room that obviously was not even her hotel room. Didn't really help the fact that after swearing off any romance and relations after a certain ex-boyfriend she jumps on some Italian cock right after stepping out of the airport. Jolyne ran her fingers through her hair and quickly felt something…sticky and thick between the strands. She groaned even louder. Not there too…

Alright, first priority now was to shower any and all bodily fluids off of her. Steadying herself, she first attempted to just spring her body upright on her feet. It failed miserably after nausea kicked in after a few inches and fell back onto the bed with a 'pomf'. Her partner from last night shifted and mumbled something before stilling. Jolyne was thankful he didn't wake. She wasn't prepared to look at her one night lover let alone share anymore words with him.
In another attempt, Jolyne slid her butt off the bed with a staggered stance stood herself up. The world seemed to spin for a second and her knees wobbled. Hanging on to the wall for dear life she pulled herself to the bathroom around the corner and quickly but quietly shut the door behind her. All the adrenaline just for that left her body and the woman plopped down on the cold tile with her back against the door.

Well…what a way to start her first night on her trip to Italy. Waking up in a stranger's hotel with said stranger and no recollection of the previous. She…she wasn't drugged was she? Jolyne squinted her eyes in thought. As much as her head hurt right now, she needed to at least recall how exactly she ended up here. She closed her eyes, mentally retracing the memories of yesterday. Let's see…she got off the plane, collected her luggage, and stopped at the drop off and pick up area to look for a taxi. That was when she pulled out her phone and checked the directions for the hotel she would be staying at. That was the point a large wall of a man bumped into her. He apologized and went his way but a minute later Jolyne realized that where he had bumped into was one wallet emptier now. Even in that short amount of time the man has disappeared from that airport terminal quick. Jolyne cringed, memories flooding back now. She remembered very well now on how she scoured and scouted around the city for hours for that man. She would have cut her losses if it wasn't for two things: her wallet had ALL of her information, bank cards, cash and photos of her family that were irreplaceable. The other reason she didn't give up was because as the sun was at its precipice in the sky and Jolyne was hunched over panting by the ocean, she saw HIM.

That man was unmistakable even from the glance she got. Tall, blond, presumably rich by the colorful suit he wore. He looked like an animated statue of a god, every inch chiseled perfectly.
She was going to fuck that perfect face up for being able to talk so calm and casually with the girl dwarfed next to him while Jolyne ran up and down the streets trying to get her wallet back.

"Oi! You!" Jolyne shouted between breaths. Even if her legs were like jelly she pushed forward and bolted towards the man. Hearing her commotion, he nonchalantly turned to her with a slightly puzzled look. Jolyne stopped a foot away from him panting like her lungs were on fire.

"What seems to be the issue, madam?" he spoke in slightly accented English. Jolyne growled lowly and looked up at him. Holy fuck this dude was hotter up close. The light made his turquoise eyes and golden hair glimmer like precious jewels and metals. Jolyne shook the thought from her head. She pointed an accusatory finger at his exposed chest (what's the point of having a suit if this guy wasn't going to wear in properly?). His pecs were hard with muscle yet her pointer squished nicely into it. The girl next to him, a small but feisty type that reminded Jolyne of a chihuahua, curled her fingers into fists and looked ready to tussle with Jolyne then and there. But before she could even wind up a punch the blond put his hand up telling her to stop. This seemed to calm the girl down a bit, relaxing her hands but still keeping her killing glare on Jolyne, waiting for a chance to mess her up if need be.

"Listen, bub, I've been," she coughed dryly and her throat burned, "I've been dragging myself around this god forsaken city, in the heat, trying to get my wallet back from your ffffffffuckin paws," she pushed her fingers deeper into the man's pec (albeit not much) only for him to…smile? In amusement? This only exacerbated Jolyne's fury. But before she could get a venomous jab in, she felt that empty spot in her pocket where her wallet was filled again by its rightful item. She reached into her pocket to make sure and. It was there. Leather and all. The fuck?
Fury turned to confusion and the man in front of her seemed to gleam with a sort of mischievousness in her attitude. Jolyne sneered and took a step back, not taking her glare off of him.

"…Thanks." was all she said through gritted teeth.

"I truly apologize, signora, for causing you such duress." He bowed his head slightly, "It's a bad habit of mine to swipe wallets or belongings from others. Happens unconsciously."

Jolyne raised an eyebrow high at this statement. Swiping wallets? Unconsciously? What was this guy, some sort of criminal?
"Just…who are you." she said skeptically. The blond's eyebrows raised slightly, as if in surprise that someone out there didn't know who he was.

"Why, I'm-"

"Augh!"

Right as her alcohol addled mind was piecing the crucial parts together, reality had kicked in and the blazing hot water from the shower faucet had thoroughly shook off any remainder of reminiscing. Jolyne quickly turned the cold water knob and hissed at how the hot droplets felt like they were burning her back. Warm showers usually helped alleviate the pounding hangovers she had whenever she drank but Christ on a bicycle this was too much. Once the water was a much more reasonable temperature, she tilted her head back and let it run down her face. The feeling alone was heavenly. The pain tapping on her skull seemed to melt away and flow down the drain (along with the sticky bodily fluids.
Speaking of that…

Beyond her meeting with the blond giant, everything past that seemed far too foggy, her brain too addled with liquor to hold onto the images for long in her mind. This made her worry. Quite a bit. Her mom was always paranoid whenever Jolyne went out with her friends or to parties that IT would happen. And Jolyne just brushed that off as her mom being a mom. She wasn't stupid, she wouldn't let something be slipped in HER drink. At least she thought so…
It really could have been her drinking copious amounts of alcohol and getting in bed with a stranger but as long as the idea of THAT happening snuggled cozily in the back of the mind, she had to know.

After cleaning herself up, Jolyne stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. God, she hoped that what they did last night was consensual. Her whole lower are ached like she had taken a rough pounding or two. She thought the joke of limping after rough sex was just that, a joke, but she was so very wrong as her steps wavered from the soreness.

As a precaution, she kept Stone Free active, a bit of string unraveling from her fingers. A slight groan came from opening the door which elicited a groan from the man in the bed. She froze for a second mid step and bit her lower lip. No, she shouldn't be afraid of this at all. If this really was a one night fling she'd just say "Good morning,", exchange numbers for posterity and part ways. Simple as that. She inhaled, kept it in for a second and breathed out before rounding the corner to the bed.

Seeing who she was last night made her clench her jaw a bit. Her mind had pieced his face together with what images it had scrounged up so far but. It's always different to see the real thing isn't it?
His mussed blond hair fell on his neck and shoulders like a golden waterfall. The low lighting through the curtains seemed to make his presence glow in front of her. And the first thing he did when waking up was hunch over in a pained moan, clutching his stomach. He looked on the verge of vomiting for a few seconds before he swallowed his bile and sighed. That was the point his name clicked for her.

Giorno Giovanna.

Even his name sounded pretty…

She shook these thoughts from her head and Stone Free wound her fingers up again. It relieved Jolyne immensely to know that their nightly tryst had come from mutual inebriation rather than a drugging. That still didn't solve the problem at hand: having to face each other after all of that. Giorno turned his head slightly to see who was that blob of colors in his blurred vision and once he realized it was Jolyne, his back snapped up straight as the two stared at each other unable to find any words. Either one of them leaving without saying a word would be a faux paus and just didn't feel right after such a long and rough session. But neither party wanted to instigate that conversation, instead waiting for the other side to say something, anything at all. It was only after clearing her throat after a minute did Jolyne make the move.

"So…" she tightened the towel around her body, "that really was something last night wasn't it?". Giorno pursed his lips and looked down for a second.

"Yes," his deep and melodic voice cracked for a second, "it…really was something else."
Another few beats of silence played out .

"I mean, phew, I still can't feel much in, uh, down there," Jolyne nervously chuckled to ease the palpable tension. Giorno only offered a demure smile in return. "Did you enjoy it too?"

Giorno's smile went down into a thin line. He pulled his knees up a bit and laid his clasped hands on the precipice. A whole thought process seemed to flash in his eyes as he figured out what to say.
"Well…it was my first time. Ever." His voice was seeped in a sort of shame, like him not having done it for so long was a sort of weird or disgraceful thing, "So….I really don't know how else to explain or compare it to anything except maybe that it was quite fine."

Jolyne folded her arms and pouted her lips a bit. "'Quite fine'? That's the first time I've ever heard a guy describe pussy liquifying sex as 'quite fine'.". She smiled at the blushed and sputtering reaction gained from the blond. Jolyne felt much more at ease seeing this well built gangster type to turn out as semi dorkish guy. That was the point her hangover decided to tap its fingers on her skull once again. She frowned and rubbed the affected area. Giorno gave her a sympathetic look as he let his feet touch the carpeted ground.

"You too?" was all he said.

"Mmm, yeah." Jolyne grimaced. The blond nodded and stood up and DAMN. Even though she had seen and investigated every part of his body last night, like the sun rising every morning, it was a sight that would always be jaw dropping. With the covers off of him, she also could see the full pattern of blues and purples trailing down his body like a dalmatian's spots. Ahh, so THAT was what part of the cocktail of tastes in her mouth. Giorno noticed her gaze and seemingly out of embarrassment he covered his crotch with one hand. Jolyne had already gained her peek at the goods though but didn't want to push the subject anymore. Liquor made people to the craziest and out of character things imaginable. That and making the sober mornings that much more awkward. Jolyne knew too well how waking up with a headache, nausea and regrets weighed on your stomach and she rather would not dwell on such things.

She was going to have to do the unlady-like thing and bail with her clothes practically slapped on. Scanning the room for her clothes, she quickly found them next to Giorno's, who was now slipping into his crumbled briefs. She gulped at the image of her casual shirt and slacks mixed with the regal and professional suit. Something in her gut told her that there was something missing in this mess. With all the things scattered around the room, there was an obvious void of SOMETHING….

Jolyne decided not to dwell on it. Snatching up her clothes (and groaning when noticing the broken strap on her bra) fumbling her well used body into the outfit, the woman was ready to burst out the door and never look back. To think of this as just some funny or semi amusing incident that'd she'd look back upon wistfully in her elder years. But she didn't. Her feet were as heavy as lead shoes. Deep down in her battered insides, she knew she had to do one more thing, just out of posterity and politeness.

Exchanging numbers.

Though she'd rather just jump out of the window at this point, she couldn't do a thing to hit the pavement until she at least did the politest thing at this point. She turned to Giorno who had now gathered up and neatly folded his clothes and had them slung around his arm. His relative quietness and silence disconcerted Jolyne just a bit. Mainly because she was used to chatter and noisiness first thing in the morning but also because his silence just seemed so…strained. A blanket covering all emotions and reactions. It took her a second to gather the confidence to speak.

"So, er, I know this is gonna sound like a total cliché and doucebag move but I have to go now…" she rubbed the back of her neck in nervousness. Cloudy and incomplete excuses for why she had to leave urgently but was cut off by the larger man.

"It's quite alright, I understand this is not a situation you expected or wanted to be in. Don't worry, I won't be hurt if you want to leave now." Bull-fucking-shit. Even with his crisp and tv announcer-like voice, Jolyne could tell that there was a layer of melancholy at her departure underneath the thick blanket of nonchalant politeness. She understood the emotions and wouldn't fault Giorno for feeling them, but she simply couldn't stay around the stranger she had just had animalistic sex with a few hours before. It just. Didn't feel alright.

She gave him a dry smile and snatched a sticky note and pen from the nightstand.
"Look, I won't be an asshole, though. Lemme just…" she scribbled down her cell phone number with crunched handwriting and offered it to Giorno with an outstretched palm. At first, judging from his puzzled and bamboozled expression as he looked down at the slip of paper, Jolyne thought she was doing something wrong, and this was a taboo or just a cultural scruple in Italy. But soon enough Giorno nodded and accepted the sticky note, folding it up neatly and placing it in his coat's breast pocket. The professional move had surprised Jolyne but she didn't dwell on it.

"So, y-yeah, if you ever wanna talk or…hit me up again," the last part came out much more quietly, "there you go."

"Grazie, signora," Giorno flashed a small movie star smile and Jolyne felt something between her legs heat up again.

"Heh, ehh, no prob," she flicked Giorno nervous finger guns as she backed towards the door. But before she could slip her shoes on a lightbulb went off in the man's head.

"A-ah, before you leave, may I, um," he fumbled quickly in his coat until he found the desired item, "return the favor?" Giorno held out the watermarked business card with both hands. Now it was Jolyne's turn to stare at the piece of written material in front of her. This seemed so parody like and surreal but…he was so earnest too.

"Th-thanks, man." She stuttered out. With both shoes slipped on, she grabbed the card and was able to slip out the door.
"I'll see you, uh, whenever!" she shouted behind her in the hallways. Giorno barely had time to register how fast she had left, his fingers now holding air where the business card was.

And once again, Giorno was left alone.

Giggles echoed off the hallway walls as with a mighty "oomph", Jolyne kicked the expensive wooden door open to the expensive hotel room. Giorno flinched at her ferocity but chuckled alongside her. He owned the hotel anyways (how else could he have checked his drunken self and equally inebriated partner in with no previously done reservations) so that would have to be pushed to his future self to deal with. His future self was going to deal with a lot of things in fact. Sheila getting silently but very explicitly pissed at him for ditching her, an inevitable hangover from drinking so many shots and fruity cocktails, the post copulation messiness. But he didn't care about or even think about those things now. In the moment, what mattered was the whole taxi ride, Jolyne had been rubbing herself against his crotch in one way or another and both desperately wanted to metaphorically "turn the valve" to release all the overwhelming heat and steaminess.

"Come on, G," Jolyne huffed as she pulled impatiently on Giorno's sleeve like an excited child, "I'm hornyyyyyyy.". Despite her lithe figure Jolyne was quite the powerhouse of a woman, Giorno almost falling onto her from both his alcohol induced dizziness and her raw strength. He gave a needy exhale before being dragged into the hotel room and shutting the door behind him.

"Me too, bella," he rasped as he slipped off his leather shoes, "but don't we need to…". When he looked up, Jolyne had already unstrapped her bra (or more likely had broken it from the "snap" he heard) and was contorting her arms and torso to pull it out from the sleeve of her shirt. When she couldn't just tear it out of the sleeve, she grunted and pulled the whole shirt and now one strap bra over her bed and threw it to the floor. Giorno's mouth just stayed open and slack, stuck mid-sentence.
The way her breasts bounced and light sheen or sweat reflected just right in the low light had the blond mesmerized. He fake coughed as a way to turn his head and attempt to hide his already red cheeks growing brighter. Jolyne noticed this gave an amused snuff. She bent over slightly, hands on her knees and breasts now eye level with the crouched Giorno.

"So," she started, voice dripping with mischievousness and delight, "I assume you're a virgin, eh?"

This got a reaction out of the beefy man, turning his head up to protest the statement but his jaw clenching shut once again one his face was only an inch away from the milky perfectly round breasts in front of him. He bit down on his lower lip, his pants feeling much more uncomfortable and restrictive now.
"No!" he quickly spluttered out without thought, "um, I mean, er, yes, but not totally-I think-because ummm," his rambling was cut off by Jolyne's tingling laugh.

"Geez, you really are one!" she snorted between one of her giggles. Giorno felt like hiding away into a deep hole now and not coming out from his sense of shame. Jolyne stopped her laughter after a few seconds and sighed, stuffing her hands into her pant's pockets (that were already threatening to fall off).
"Hhah, sorry man, I'm not laughing at you it's just…I sorta expected a guy like you, with your Versace-ass suit and paying for all those tourist priced drinks back at the bar so easily, you'd be swimming in all sorts of pussy." Giorno had managed to pull himself back onto his fee, holding onto the wall as his knees wobbled from inebriation, the erection his pants and his self-consciousness, "So it turning out that you haven't gotten ANY action is just," Jolyne flashed a small smirk, "amusing as all hell. But makes me curious too~"

Freeing a hand from its cloth cage, she caressed Giorno's face with her palm, fingers exploring every contour and shape of him. Goosebumps raised on the back of the man's neck like the hackles of a cat. Her hand felt both rough and yet gentle to the touch. Giorno could melt into it at any moment. Her lime green eyes sparkled with shining thoughts of what she wanted to do with the beefcake in front of her. Slender fingers migrated down the Italian's face and curled around in his thing neatly groomed beard. She gave it a gentle tug, an indicator to follow her, as she twirled around and sauntered suggestively to the large bed. Like an obedient dog, Giorno followed and sat on the side of the bed the woman patted down.
Jolyne sat down next to Giorno, slightly leaning back and licking her lips in hunger. Giorno on the other hand was sitting stiff and straight up, hands folded on his lap. Anticipation, nervousness and the need for a warm and wet area rushed through his veins.

"First off," Jolyne said, "we should start by being on equal footing. That means if I exposed my chest," she raked her fingertips across the exposed area of his broad chest, "so should you~".

Giorno quickly obeyed, throwing off coat and carefully but speedily unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once his entire front was exposed, Jolyne gawked at body. His chiseled abs, melon sized biceps and, particularly, his meaty pecs.

"Wow," she breathed, cupping one of the pecs in her dwarfed hand, "you must really work out, dontcha?"

Giorno shivered at the feeling of her voluminous breasts pressing against his arm. "Y-yes, sometimes…"

Jolyne made a satisfied hum, both hands now fondling the man's chest. A strangled gasp slipped from Giorno's mouth when Jolyne's pinkie brushed by nipple. The shock of it was enough to make the man jump a bit.

"Hmmm," Jolyne murmured in amusement, "seems like you're the type who likes some nipple play."

"Hahhh, yes, p-please," he swallowed the spit in his throat, "more of it, please." His desperate pleas elicited a more toothy grin from Jolyne.

"NOW you're speaking my language~~~"

Scooping the man up, Jolyne lifted him up and tossed him further into the bed, Giorno giving a yelp on landing. She jumped onto the man's lap, straddling his hips and staring down at him like a wolf to fresh prey. Giorno's heart was going into overdrive, every muscle in his body tensing up. But Jolyne didn't dive straight into her meal, instead starting with a tease. She started with a kiss at the base of his neck, teeth lightly scraping against the skin. She peppered more kisses against his pale and tender flesh, sucking on it occasionally to leave nice and noticeable hickies, and trailed a path downwards. All the while, her hips rolled against Giorno's clothed cock. Precum dribbled from the tip of his penis and stained the front of his pants. The world seemed to melt together in an amalgamation of edging and pleasure and new feelings that Giorno could not describe made themselves very well known. All Giorno could do was pant like a mutt as Jolyne's soft lips wrapped around his swollen bud of a nipple. He sucked on his teeth as her tongue flicked back and forth against the tip. Jolyne pressed her ass down hard down on his dick, plush cheeks enveloping his length.

Giorno had a death grip on the blankets under him, feeling as if he would explode any second now. Jolyne's moans as she sucked and nipped the buds, alternating between the two and leaving them ringed in green lipstick. She pulled her lips back from his well used nipple, giving it a parting peck.

"Fuck me, man," Jolyne huffed, "you got some fat titties right there. Bigger than some girls' even," she hoarsely laughed. Giorno's grip on the blankets slacked and he felt like he could finally breath freely again without fearing being pushed over the edge.

"Tha-th-thanks," he managed to get out. All he wanted at this point was to liberate his member from its cotton blend cage. Jolyne flesh was so hot and the heat radiated from her soft skin. The animal part of his mind wanted to explore and fill every crevice of her. Every passing second he wasn't doing that made it much harder to keep himself back. Jolyne seemed to revel in his desperation and even seemed to admire it in her drunken state. She wiggled her hips before pulling them up and leaving his crotch without that lovely pressure. He whimpered like a pup and Jolyne only tsked him like a stern owner.

"Now now, boy," the playful chiding made his penis twitch, "I know you're impatient to feel some release, but I wanna do some exploration," the last word seemed to trail off her tongue as her hand slid down the tent in his pants. Giorno gulped and opened his legs wider.
"Would that be alright, Gio?"

The sultry seduction of her voice made the man's brain go to jelly and he furiously nodded. Jolyne gave Giorno a surprisingly chaste kiss on his lips before she unbuttoned his pants and slid his briefs down. And when his erection popped out, Jolyne was taken aback and her eyes widened to around the size of dinner plates. She truly didn't expect the true size and girth of Giorno's member and it showed.

"Holy shit…" she lightly exclaimed, "that's gotta be like…" she placed her elbow down on his hips, forearm raised in the air to compare sizes. Her pupils seemed to expand when she realized that Giorno's cock measured from her elbow to halfway up her hand.
"Wow…." Giorno feared that he had scared Jolyne off now with his sheer size but on the contrary she gave a cocky and confident smile and from base to tip licked a long stripe up.

"Fuck!' Giorno's body seized and he sat up at the electrical shock running through his body. A big spurt of pre cum squirted out and splayed on the man's body. He really wasn't going to last long at this point and Jolyne knew that too. She huffed and blew a few strand of stray hair from her face.

"Maaaan, I was thinking of getting some suck on but it looks you're a bit too swollen for that to just happen," she played with Giorno's testes with one hand while giving a little pout. The woman simply shrugged. "But hey, I've been wanting to ride this dick since I could see the outline of it in the taxi. And I'm sure you too are excited to get a taste of this.". As Jolyne said "this", she pulled her pants and panties all the way off and kicked them to the floor. Seeing IT in the flesh was much different than seeing the same on video or in magazines. Saliva pooled in the man's mouth as he gazed with wonder at the plump pussy lips and flourish of pubes adorning it.

"J-Jolyne," the words flowed out through his wet lips, "you really want to…do…th-" he was stopped by Jolyne placing her finger over his lips.

"Giorno. If I really was not wanting to continue this, would I be fully nude, straddling you and rubbing against your cock with my lips?"

"Well, no shame in asking." After a few seconds of silence, Jolyne gave a hearty snigger and pulled Giorno into an embrace. Just the feel of her touch sent his body into overdrive and he bucked his hips.

"HAH, oh my GOD, GioGio," Jolyne slurred the new nickname, making it sound more like "Jojo", "you're such a god damn dork," she pressed her lips against Giorno's, and passionately kissed him, nibbling on parted lips before pulling back and losing herself in his worn yet tender eyes,
"And I love it. Now please, ram my beef curtains into mush with you hard as iron horse cock."

Giorno knew exactly what happened next. The hard yet needy pounding of her walls, the way Jolyne's fingernails dug into his back as she clung to him desperately, the strings of swears she screamed out that would make even an old fashioned sea captain blush. He could still feel it his skin. The sweat, emotions, shared fluids. It felt like her heat was still fresh on his flesh, albeit fading. He didn't want it to go away, wishing he could stay in the moment forever when their bodies were connected and Jolyne filled Giorno as he filled her.

Down on the ground outside, Jolyne waited for her taxi to take her back to her own hotel room and inevitably get chewed out by her mom for not answering her texts and calls. High in the sky behind a thick window, Giorno watched from his tower, seeing Jolyne leaving the hotel and most likely his life. For good. That painful feeling came up in his chest again. The feeling that once again he had connected and poured his heart to someone who would vanish from his life as soon as they came. Alcohol would not be sufficient enough to remedy that.

All he could do was watch as those twin buns disappeared into a bright taxi cab and as droplets blurred his eyes and wet his cheeks.