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Lulu strides quickly onto the ship ahead of Johnny with her phone in hand. A mass message is open to Carly, Maxie, Spinelli, and, surprisingly, Jason. Her fingers fly across the illuminated screen, tapping and sending out the message before she shuts her phone off.
I'm fine. Dante overreacted. I just needed to get away for the day.
She reaches the bar just as Johnny's footsteps halt a distance behind her followed by the blunt drop of his question. "So what's his all about, Lulu?"
What is this all about indeed? She had decided to settle, to leave her feelings buried where they belong back in Pennsylvania, until Johnny mentioned the song he wrote. The song that conveyed such beauty and heartfelt love. She needs answers. And as she whirls around, dumping her purse on a stool so her arms can spread wide across the bar behind her, she intends to get them.
"Let's face it, Johnny. When we were together, you weren't honest with me. About Michael's shooting or whether or not you wanted to be apart of the business. You didn't trust me," she emphasizes by leaning forward a smidge, not letting her eyes waver from his stance underneath the silvery blue skylight.
He bristles a bit, his jaw tightening before he retorts firmly, "It wasn't about trust—"
"The hell it wasn't!" She straightens up, hands sliding to curl at her sides. "You thought I would hate you for what happened. You thought we weren't strong enough to withstand it, despite making a promise to stick together through the hard stuff. You thought, Johnny, that I could not handle the idea of you being apart of the mob, when all I really wanted was the best for you," her words slow from an angry barrage so that he can feel what she believes is the truth settle right under his skin.
His eyes linger on her for several moments reading her. Then he lets go of a breath and nods slowly as his shoulders fall. "You're right about most of it, Lulu. I knew you wouldn't want anything to do with me once you found out about my involvement—"
"Do I hate you now?" She cuts in, eyebrows raised.
He looks at her, then sighs with a wry upwards twist of his lips while making his way to the roulette table closer to her. "I certainly hope not." He takes a random spin letting the clicks fill the silence.
She folds her hands together and says with certainty, "We would've made it through that, if you were honest that is. I get that you wanted to protect your sister, um, mom—" she moves on after the pain storming through his eyes stabs her heart. "But I feel like if we're here now without any bad feelings between us, that ugly mess back then would've worked itself out too."
Johnny fixes the smooth ball back where it started as the wheel gradually comes to a stop. When he faces her fully she feels as if the wall keeping them apart for numerous reasons gains a fissure. "Maybe you're right." Her nerves nearly thrum in his agreement. "But I was right about something to here too," he says in the same breath. "I was being honest about not wanting anything to do with the mob anymore. I don't want that life, Lulu. But when I left and lived with you and Maxie you used to treat me as if a bomb would go off if things went wrong."
Lulu opens her mouth, then closes it to make sure her words have all formed correctly all the while under Johnny's intense scrutiny. "No offense, but you had lived your whole life with everything you could want at the snap of your fingers. I just didn't want you to snap or something!" Her voice goes a bit high as she tries to get him to understand her reasoning. "But I'll admit I was a bit overbearing during that..." She trails off when she notices the dead silence coming from Johnny.
He's almost recoiled from her, his figure taut, eyebrows pinched, and skin blanched. His eyes look stricken as he comes right out with, "You didn't want me to snap? Lulu, did you think I would hurt you?"
Lulu doesn't even realize she moves, the urge to erase her previous words, to scrub away any doubt burning through him emerges so strong. "No, no, no, no, no! I know you would never hurt me, Johnny! That us not what I meant," she breathes fiercely only a scant few inches in front of him as she gazes up to see his face. Her hand curls around his gripping the rim of the roulette table and carefully guides her thumb back and forth over his skin in silent pleading. "I just meant that I thought you would give up."
Her heart flutters when he eases into her presence once more, then all but batters her ribs when he slides a coarse palm up her bare arm to rest atop her shoulder creating an intimate closeness between them. "I guess I did give up," he admits heavily, head tilted slightly as he beholds her in that way that makes her feel as if she's too good to even share the same air as him. "Lulu, I only ever wanted for you to be safe and loved and happy," he tells her quiet and smooth like the sweetest chocolate warming her belly and she wonders if he notices how easily she melts for him.
Johnny looks down and gives her a furtive glance as he confesses something that makes her stomach do cartwheels. "Even after all this time... I still wish I could be the one who could give that to you—who you'd want to give that to you."
"I want you, Johnny! You," Lulu assets fervent and breathless as her eyes flick between his, wide and utterly euphoric. Johnny only has time to blink before she slides her fingers up his forearm and chest, slotting her body right in place against his as she slants her lips over his. Every nerve ending goes off like the fireworks outside the moment she's reunited with the soft-assertive paradox of his kiss. She nearly forgets how to breathe when his arm loops around her waist dipping her enough so that he can plunder her mouth, kiss after kiss, their breaths shuddering and mixing until she feels herself on the verge of swooning. Her hands tremble before wrapping around his shoulders and clutching. This is everything she wanted and—
Johnny's lips break away from hers like a physical ache she wants gone instantly. "No, we shouldn't do this," he gasps, insistent in holding her at arms length.
Lulu attempts to move in closer regardless feeling her voice crack as she demands, "Why not?"
The look he gives her is harsh with reproach so much so she actually bites her lip and looks away. "Well for one thing your married and I'm with Carly."
She shakes her head to try and deny his words as her heart gives a pang of regret.
His knuckles run over her cheek gently before his fingers coax her chin upwards to meet his eyes. "I only want to do this if there's no chance in hell your husband will get to have you again."
She takes a single even breath and feels in the space of one heartbeat her resolution rain down upon her like a warm summer shower from head to toe, coiling all the way to her soul. It's beyond relieving to gaze into Johnny's eyes and tell him simply worth a triumphant grin, "Dante doesn't have a chance in hell of having me again."
Johnny doesn't waste a breath in keeping their lips apart. The moment their mouths meet he cups her cheeks and begins a mind numbing, sensual exploration of her mouth. Everything is slow, patient—the way his thumb caresses her cheek as he worries her bottom lip between his teeth, the toe curling glide of his tongue over the tingling area before he delves into her mouth, all the way down to the almost sinful way he maps out every spot in her mouth until she's quivering in his arms, whimpering and moaning with flushed skin. When he lets her breathe fully again, his mouth is snagging across her skin, down her jaw to a spot behind her ear that his teeth nip and tease. Lulu's eyes flutter in bliss as she keens his name.
Sensitive doesn't even begin to describe how she feels within her confining clothes. It's positively unbearable especially when his hand smoothes down her back and lands on the curve of her backside where his fingers curl into her flesh. The sound she makes when he grinds the rigid length of him into her shocks even her. Before she knows it, the heat swelling between them melts away her higher level of thinking and she finds her hands tugging at the collar of his shirt as if it's the most complex thing known in existence. "Johnny, please..."
His lips reluctantly part from her neck and she shivers as the tip of his nose runs up until his lips brush the tip of her ear. "I'm not making love to you on the floor this time. We're upgrading to a bed." She gasps as he sweeps her up in into his arms, probably knowing that her legs have become as weak as jelly at this point.
Lulu doesn't pay attention to passing scenery, instead finding an intense fascination with the skin of Johnny's neck. She lets her tongue run over the spot where his pulse jumps repeatedly, savoring the unique taste that saturates his flesh until she gives him a nibble that pulls a heady groan from him. His taste, sound, and scent focus keenly on the wet throb she clenches tightly between her legs. Dragging her nails up the back of his neck, Lulu purrs right against his skin, "I love how you taste..."
A bed suddenly appears underneath her, her body bouncing slightly from having been dropped. She looks up from her place at the foot of the bed to where Johnny stands, eyeing her with blatant reverence and desire. Sluggishly as a tease, she's sure, he begins to undo the buttons of his shirt revealing a sinewy torso and the spread of dark chest hair in the pale moonlight. "I wouldn't mind getting to taste all of you," he husks deep and alluring before dropping his shirt to the ground and reaching for her foot.
When he removes her shoes, Lulu jumps into action, yanking her suffocating burgundy blouse over her head and tousling her hair. Johnny's fingers graze the skin of her belly causing her to fold her lip between her teeth to conceal a whine at the blaze just that little touch causes. It's a relief to have him pull down her beige pants leaving her in more freeing black lace. Her breathing is off balance with anticipation when she reaches for her bra only for his hands to scoop hers up, halting her momentarily, and locking their eyes in a charged connection.
"Wait..." Johnny whispers then runs his fingers from her temple to her jaw as his eyes drink in every aspect of her face which warms under his fond attention. "I want you to know that nothing ever changed for me, Lulu. I still feel funny when I'm around you—in a good way." His lips spread wide, soft and delighted, and she feels goosebumps rise over her flesh and her heart skip beats all at once. "I still love you, Lulu."
Her left hand comes to rest over his cheek and her voice thickens with adoration, "I wouldn't be here if I didn't feel the same. I'll always love you, Johnny."
Their lips meet in a soft sweet as candy kiss more filling than any of the others before it. It leads to her hands making a gradual path down his chest, her nails skimming over his nipples and between the dips of his muscles until they feather over his lower belly which twitches. When his hips buck and he breathes an almost inaudible moan down her throat she takes advantage, rolling her tongue along his and making quick work of his belt buckle. Johnny assists by kicking off his shoes and removing his pants all while attempting to keep their lips latched while she giggles at his failures.
In retaliation for her laughter, Johnny tackles her gently onto the bed forcing a squeal to erupt from her throat. "You thought that was funny did you?" He asks mildly, hovering over her as his nose just grazes her own.
"I thought that was hilarious," she responds with a too wide grin as she cradles his waist between her knees and knots her fingers through his hair. There's a pleasant fizz like sensation that runs under her skin from being under his loving gaze.
"Well, what do you think of this?" The words roll throaty against her lips.
And just like that a switch is flicked.
The mood already thrumming with tension goes up in flames like dry leaves. Johnny rocks against her in a fluid motion. Her breath sticks in her lungs while her heart hammers throughout her veins at an alarming pace. He does it again as his lips fall to her collarbone like a drop of ember. She makes a shaky sound as her body rolls salaciously into his, her hands moving down to dig into the muscles of his back.
Johnny doesn't let up despite there being too many layers still present and the blush spreading down her neck to her heaving chest grows deeper as a molten pressure coils right where he thrusts. His hand begins to climb up her side almost too much for her prickling nerves to handle while he sucks down her chest. "So gorgeous," he growls just before reaching under her and unhooking her bra with a flick of his wrist.
Lulu is fast in getting the thing off before she's pulling Johnny down flush against her and crushing their mouths together in a frenzy of lips and tongue. The feel of his weight atop of her, the twitch of his skin against hers, and his cock kept away by his boxers and her soaked panties makes her curl her nails into his shoulders in frustration. "If you don't get inside me, I don't know what I'm gonna do, Johnny," her voice quakes as he gives as particularly deep rock of his hips.
"You want me that bad?" He teases while dragging a hand up to cover her breast.
The rough pad of his thumb scraping over her pebbled nipple slackens her jaw. Need piping hot zings right down to her sopping core and she finds she can't even try to retort to the pleased weight of his stare, instead agreeing breathlessly, "Yes..."
When his fingers move to hook in the rim of her panties, she nearly cries in relief. "Who am I to keep my lady waiting?" The material is tugged down her legs revealing her trimmed blond curls leading down to her slick folds for Johnny to see when he tosses her panties off to the side. Lulu's breaths come quick in anticipation as his fingers settle carefully around her calves in order to spread her legs in precise movements. Not an ounce of nervousness settles in her veins only a rush of belonging as she waits for him to come and take his rightful place. That is until she notices a familiar gleam darken his eyes and his lips curve in a feral smirk.
Dante was always happy to please her in any way her could. But Johnny always had this wild eagerness when it came to getting her off—with his hands, his mouth, or his cock—that still makes her quiver in remembrance.
And then he's peeling off his boxers, giving her a perfect eyeful of his rigid desire for her, and all ideas of having to remember past experiences is washed with the future in front of her.
She's stretching her hands out for him as his fingers curl around her hips, but instead of sliding between her open legs he pauses, expression becoming conflicted. Body taught from arousal so demanding she's certain she'll scream if he backs out now, Lulu can't fault herself when her words come out ferocious, "If the next words out of your mouth aren't: 'How fast do you want it?' I swear to god, Johnny..."
His laugh sounds a little guilty when he slides down and covers her fully. Her blood begins to boil under her skin when she feels him hot and ready, pressed right against her provoking and a choked mewl from her. The sensation merely intensifies when he meshes their lips, dragging his tongue along hers as her head becomes dizzy. "I didn't bring anything, Lu," he murmurs regrettably, brushing a kiss to her swollen lips.
Lulu smiles lazily as she twines her arms behind his neck. "I'm on birth control. Now make love to me already."
She can feel his heartbeat flitting away near her own as his fingertips tickle up the back of her thigh, bringing it up to rest fully around his waist. And then he starts to roll his hips, sinking to the base, sending bolts of pleasure surging throughout her being at finally being reunited in such a way. They begin to move naturally together without prompt, her body arching readily into his deep, toe-curling thrusts. If she could describe what heaven feels like, it would be right there, being as close as possible and still finding herself wanting more.
Her nails scratch along his scalp and follow the path down his spine as her mind becomes overloaded with the sensations Johnny brings her. She loves how his hands never stay in place for too long. As the bedsprings begin to creak she feels his rough palms grip her backside tight as his cock plows into her eliciting breathy squeals from her throat. Her noises hitch and elongate when she gyrates into his strokes, loving the way he groans and grunts heavily into the side of her neck as his muscles tense and quiver. It feels good to knock him a little off balance even if he only comes back stronger, his lips searing a delicious path down her neck to start off. Then the lightest touch of his fingertips plays up her ribs eliciting a needy whine before he proceeds to fondle her breasts. At this point it's all she can do to keep from shaking apart as he strikes and grinds every wondrous spot within her relentlessly, driving her to turn her head into his to whimper nonsensical words of rising bliss.
Johnny Zacchara isn't known for doing anything in halves. So the smirk she feels pressed right up against the hollow of her throat as she attempts to writhe out of her skin is a result of his effort. He doesn't let up on her breasts until her nipples are pinched and rolled to flushed points, sending her pleasure climbing as sweat streams from their skin and her throat is left on the raw side. Ultimately his hands skim up her arms and lace their fingers together on either side of her head as their eyes lock, intense and heated—a silent I love you. He dips his head down capturing her lips with a feeling like intoxicating sparks that aid the coil searing away in her core by the second.
It's like her lungs can't retain enough air and her heart is beating so fast, surely it'll stop? Her legs twitch around Johnny as his thrusts turn shallow, the friction almost becoming to intense for her to as she moans brokenly into his mouth. She feels his muscles bunching and relaxing, his body stoking the growing fire within her until they erupt in roaring flames, forcing her to break away from the kiss to shout in ecstasy from the burn. Her orgasm takes her in skin tingling, mind-blowing, fluttering waves that milk Johnny until he's grunting hotly above her. It flows on and on as her mind whirls and the pleasure becomes an all consuming peak. Then, finally, as she takes a quivering breath, she reflexively arches into him as he spills within her wanting to grind out the last of their satisfaction until their bodies gradually slow and sink into the bed with ragged breaths.
His weight rests on top of her comfortably for a bit until Johnny moves to her side and drags their weary bodies underneath the covers as their sweat eventually cools. Lulu's mind is already under the pleasant daze of orgasmic bliss when Johnny wraps her in his arms and plants a kiss on her sweaty forehead. She hears him whisper something, feels the three words against her skin. But she's already drifted off to sleep before she can make them out let alone respond.
The rust on this love scene is showing and I apologize. There's a reason why I took a break from writing and my other unnamed account. But anyway, I hope it wasn't too cringe worthy for anyone's tastes.
