Her face flushed red as she was confronted with her words. "I mean…if you really wanted to." She hummed, trying to remain calm. "I was just saying but if it's something you'd be willing to do…" She flushed deeper at her own words. What was she saying? What was wrong with her?
It wasn't that she didn't want to, no no no. She just never thought that she'd be the one doing all the pushing. What if he thought that she was too forward? Too fast? Too much? She'd be devastated.
His breathing hitched at the sight of her blush. Adone leaned against the doorframe. Leaning his head back, he took a brief glimpse around then returned his eyes to her. He shrugged before setting the clothes back on a hook. "It is an interesting rumor….I want to see if it is true, and I really would love to with you."
He does not mind it at all. Frenchie's boldness is part of what makes him swooned for her; he likes it very much. Adone only has two concerns; 1: Frenchie, obviously and 2: If they get caught, will Mrs Russo kill him? That's it really, but he found himself gently pushing Frenchie further into the dressing room and closing the door behind him.
"Frenchie, my bella, I am curious….I want to know if it is true…"
She smiled a little, glancing up at him. "Then stop talking and get down here." She giggled, grabbing his collar and pulling him down to kiss him. Once again, the sensation made her absolutely melt, stepping closer. She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to it. She wasn't sure she wanted to.
Frenchie had no idea why being around him made her like this. She'd never been like this with any other guys before, what made him so different? She had no idea and frankly, she didn't care to find out.
As if her giggles and smile weren't enough to put him underneath a spell. Not even the pulling of his collar startled him. The soft, luscious collision of their lips. The sparks from just being so close together sent shivers down his spine. Even though they just made out a little over an hour ago, this felt new and exhilarating.
Adone wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling Frenchie into him; he just like holding her and having her close to him. His heart skipped a beat. He felt lightheaded as their lips kept moving and brushing against each other. It just feels so good. It just makes him feel alive having her up against him as they kiss.
She sank into his touch, leaning into his chest when he pulled her closer. She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to having him this close, to feeling everything he made her feel. It was overwhelming in the best way possible. What was it about him that made her feel like the only place where she was supposed to be was in his arms? She didn't think she wanted to know.
Frenchie ran her hands up over his chest and shoulders, smoothing up his neck to comb through his hair. There was nothing quite like the warmth he made her feel.
His senses became cloudy. All that he could focus on was the movement of their lips. The heat exchanged between them left him in a swoon. His whole entire body was confused as to whether to be tensed or relaxed. A cool breeze trickled down his back as her hands traveled over him, gliding on his shirt all the way up to his hair.
Eagerness rose up, he fought to keep it at bay. His kisses were slow but firm. Adone could not get enough of holding Frenchie like this, of the sweetness of her lips, of her touch. He felt greedy wanting more.
As much as Frenchie was lost in the moment, something kept threatening to take her out of it. Her neck was starting to twinge in discomfort and her balance was unsteady on her toes. Once again, damn tall people. Why'd she have to fall for the 6'2" guy? Her neck would never recover. But she had an idea on how to fix it.
Frenchie slid her hands back down his neck and shoulders to find his hands. She moved his hands down until they were under her thighs, patting them to stay in place. She hoped to God this would work. She took a second before jumping up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She sighed in near relief at the removal of pressure on her neck and toes, now able to cup his face comfortably in her hands to keep him close.
Adone truly only knew what was going on the moment she had wrapped her legs around his waist. Moving his right foot back for support, he kept his hands where she had placed them. For extra support, he moved them closer to the wall of the dressing stall, having her back against it. Once settled, his eyes fluttered and he kept his head at a slight tilt.
"Francesca," He whispered. The moment he broke away from the kiss, he groaned before trying to catch his breath. His hand rubbed the side of her thigh. Looking up at her for a second, his eyes flickered down to her lips. As if it were second nature to him, Adone pressed hard against her lips. He pulled away.
"You should have told me if you were feeling discomfort….I can make it feel better, my bella."
Frenchie rolled her eyes with a smile. "I thought it'd distract from the moment. So I just did it myself. It worked out, didn't it?" She giggled, kissing the tip of his nose. "You'll have to forgive me for the lack of notice, I'm just glad you didn't drop me."
Her legs squeezed his waist a little harder before relaxing. "At least now I can actually kiss you properly. That height difference was a pain in the neck. Literally. Although now I'm curious. How exactly do you plan on making me feel better?" She raised an eyebrow at him with a playful grin.
His eyes looked up to the ceiling, thinking about what she said. The kiss on his nose brought him back to reality. He chuckled, moving his face closer to kiss her cheek. "Such a clever girl to fall for," He breathed. "It is alright, my Farfallina. As long as I won't be giving you neck pain, I do not care if it distracts us from the moment. There will plenty more."
Adone bit on his bottom lip. "My plan? Ah well….let me think about it for a moment." A light smirk appeared on his face, only to disappear as his lips parted to softly hold Frenchie's. He pulled away, and tilted his head. "I think I will take away the pain and replace it with something else that you might like. I just hope that I have enough time to show you…that is…if you want me to."
(😳 can I get an Adone?)
Her heart skipped a beat. Or three. She honestly couldn't tell. She was just trying to keep her breathing even. "I'm not gonna stop you. And the more you talk, the more time you waste." Was she a little nervous? Definitely. Was that going to stop her? When had it ever? No, she'd stick it through.
Frenchie wasn't sure if she could trust Adone's smirk but the sight of it made her stomach explode in butterflies. Was she swooning? Is this what swooning was? Because she might actually like the feeling of swooning if this was what it really was.
(lmao i'm asking the same thing)
He laughed a little then whispered, "Only if you say so." But like the Italian that he is, he took his time (or as Frenchie said "wasting time") and stared at his Farfallina with this wide, fascinated swoon smile. A sigh followed in suit, he could not help hihimself.
No he couldn't, so much that he almost forgot what he was going to do. His lips went to the left side of her face, just below her ear. "Now, is it this side that's been hurting?" He whispered. Before she could say anything, he kissed her there. He did it over and over and over again until his lips slowly trailed down. Eventually after a few minutes, Adone pulled himself away. "Better?" He breathed. "Or does it still hurt?"
She shivered as she felt his lips on her skin. Her breathed shuddered out, biting her lip as a quiet whine escaped her. She wanted more, so much more. It was a boiling feeling in the pit of her stomach, a gnawing sort of ache. But she couldn't say that, not to his face.
Frenchie gulped to try and calm herself down. "No, it still hurts." She hummed, trying to sound calmer than she really was. "Keep going…please."
Adone watched Frenchie, smiling as he continued to try catching his breath. He figures it won't be any use, but at least he see her beautiful face as he had his chin slightly tilted up. "Aww, poor Farfallina," He cooed. "Let's try that again…"
This time he placed kisses up and down the right side of her neck. He took his time going slowly yet soundly. The feeling of her shivering and moving underneath his lips was enticing. He was drinking it all up as if he were parched. Then he went back to the left side, repeating himself all over again.
If only he hadn't run out breath again, he would have kept going. Although, Adone grinned and kissed Frenchie's cheek. His face was burning with buzz. "How about now, bella?"
"You're such a tease." She huffed, although it was clear that her annoyance was mostly for show. She was basking in the attention and the feeling of his lips on her skin. It was too much and not enough, all she wanted was more.
"Keep going…please keep going. I need more." She could tell how desperate she sounded but she was loving this. He made her feel things in ways she never thought she could. She was going to take every single opportunity she could to continue having that feeling.
"And I thought that you would want me to save some for after gelato," He smirked. If he were to keep going, he is not sure when he would stop on his own. With the buzz, her breathing, and her soft skin shivering underneath his lips, it would be impossible for him; he may as well be developing an addiction to this. "Alright, my Farfallina, but you will have to tell me to stop….Ah and…maybe tell me where to go, just in case my lips get lost."
By the time he finished that last word, his mouth was hovering below her ear. Adone did not hesitate when his lips crashed with anticipation onto Frenchie's skin. A low, soft moan rumbled from his throat as they kept grazing down as far as possible before going up over again. Sometimes he went fast until forcing himself to slow down. Other times his lips stayed put, making sure that they hit the spot.
Frenchie twisted her fingers into his hair, holding his head close to her skin. She whined whenever he hit a particularly soft spot that made her melt. It made her hot all over, her brain going fuzzy.
It was overwhelming in the best way possible. All she wanted was more. So more she would have him give until she was satisfied. Which may be never.
He kept gasping underneath his breath. The little space between his lips and her skin left it so that he was not able to pry them off just for a second. They dragged, leaving kisses all over Frenchie. The soft whimpers sent shivers down his spine. It left him wanting more, to kiss her all over and to continue.
So that's exactly what he did. Kisses became harder. Sometimes he paused for a second to catch his breath before continuing. He even had to adjust his arms underneath her to prevent her from falling. Adone could feel aching, but he was fine. He did not mind it at all.
Her slightly tugging grip in his hair ended up leading him further south, down under her head to the hollow of her throat and everything below before her neckline stopped it. Frenchie's head tilted back to give him space, a quiet moan slipping past her lips as the intense sensations moved to her throat and chest.
She knew what she really wanted. Why just this would never be enough. She knew she'd never get it in a place like this though. Not that she particularly wanted her first time to be here. So she would try to replace it with his lips on her skin, even if her body begged for something more.
If only he can do more. If only he can do further than her neckline or be able to set kisses on her shoulders. But he pushed those thoughts to the back of his head. Now is not the place for it, but oh God did her moan made his chest feel warm and tight. Everything in him did. His arms were getting tired. He tried to ignore it, pushing the feeling to side while deeply kissing the side of her neck. Then again, he does not want her to fall and hit something even if they're in a dressing room stall.
Reluctantly, he stopped kissing then gently let her down. He gasped a few times before trying to catch his breath. Adone kissed the top of Frenchie's head. "Sorry, they were getting sore," He said. Looking down, he untucked his shirt and flapped it by the ends to get air going. He gazed back at her then looked away. "You're very soft…"
Frenchie tried to push aside the disappointment in her chest as he stopped and put her down. But she knew why he stopped beyond the reason he gave and scolded herself internally for it since she had the same reason. She needed some self-control or else she'd never make it to the end of the summer.
She blushed a bright red and looked away, smiling a little. "Thanks? I think? I guess I'm just uses to it being rough from all the wear and tear I put it through." She patted her cheeks and forehead to feel how warm she'd worked herself up to be, wiping the slight swear from her hairline that had started to gather.
Soft? Adone brought his palm up to his forehead. His brain is still all fluffy and over the place. It has been ever since he was watering the flowers and watching her with the football. Nope nope. Thinking about earlier that morning all makes his mind go all over, it definitely is making him stiff too.
"Oh I mean….that you…..I like when you are rough and soft. It makes me feel something weird, not a bad weird no no. I like it, I like rough you know…I-" He stopped himself. He had no idea what he was saying. Part of his attention was wandering to her while the other kept telling him to fluff his shirt. "Can I ask you out on a date? I know it maybe too soon, but we just made out twice and I feel like it's only right to ask you…."
Frenchie just giggled at his antics. And here she thought she was sent on a mind trip. It was honestly adorable to see him so out of sorts when usually he was the one with all the bravado. But she didn't mind. Not when she was having the same reaction as he was to everything.
She hummed in mock thought, tapping her chin before smiling. "Of course you can. I thought we already had one planned for tonight. Although I guess you could take it either way since I never actually asked but eh, I guess we can call it that." She was rambling, she knew she was rambling. But words were not working with her.
"We do?" He asked. Gazing down at the floor, he squinted in thought until an imaginary light blub lit up. "Ah, we do!" Right, the gelato. But he thought that was because he had lost the bet. Oh well, doesn't really matter to him. If it's a date, then it's a date, and he is really excited; even though he needs to tone down the excitement for a few reasons that he will not speak of yet.
He laughed a little at her rambling. Adone lowered his head to give Frenchie a kiss on the cheek. "I suppose it is a date tonight too, my Farfallina," He beamed. Looking in the mirror, he noticed how messy his hair was. Snorting to himself, he stepped closer to it while attempting to fix his hair. "And I'm guessing I will end up like this after tonight too, is that so?"
Frenchie moved to step in front of him to check her own. One of the perks of being smaller, she could see in the mirror without blocking him. She huffed when she saw the rats nest her hair was slowly becoming, detanlging it with her fingers. "I mean, unless you don't want it to." She shrugged.
She wouldn't admit how excited she was, at least not in front of him. She still had some pride to defend and this was part of it. But just the thought of it, a gelato date at sunset, was enough to have her blushing. How much of a romantic wss she going to prove herself to be this summer?