(😳 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?
He shook his head. "No, let's let it be one! Gelato date tonight and….maybe a….what's it called again? The thing where you put food in a basket and go somewhere outside to eat? I was thinking we do that by the beach." Yes his antics are making him all up and over the place, but forgetting words is something he will always do.
"I just thought gelato was because you won the game fair and square," He added. Adone did his best to fix his hair, even though the black oily thing would never truly be neat. Looking down at his wrist, he noticed he still had the hair tie. "Oh" He rolled it off then held it up. "Do you want this?"
She couldn't help but laugh at his antics. "You mean a picnic? Yeah, that sounds really nice. I haven't been to the beach in forever." His forgetfulness was adorable, it was nice to see that she affected him just as much as he affected her.
Feenchie was a little surprised when he offered the hair tie. She'd forgotten he had it. "Uh, yeah. Thanks. Actually, can you put it up for me? I want it out of my face but don't feel like doing it myself. Besides, you can see so much better up there."
"You haven't? Forever?" It was a strange thing for him to hear. They are not even far from it. Well, he has been living in Syracuse for his whole life, but he assumes that Frenchie does not. The States are big after all, the map of it always fascinates him. "Wait, where are you from? I feel stupid for asking you this now, but since you brought up not being to the beach, it makes me wonder."
He smiled, "With pleasure." Adone hummed softly as he carefully gathered up her hair and used the hair tie to tie it up in a bun. She said she wanted it out of her face so he thought a bun would do the job. "Like this?" He asked, stepping forward and resting his chin on her shoulder.
Frenchie just rolled her eyes with a smile. "Yes, forever. I'm from New Jersey. Which is by the Atlantic Ocean. My family has just never had time for vacations or trips. And even when I was old enough to go with friends or on my own, I was always too busy with school and practice."
She leaned back into his touch as he pulled up her hair for her, humming softly. She smiled a little when she felt his head on her shoulder, turning to kiss his cheek. "Yes, that's fine Adone. Thank you."
Adone's eyes lit up with excitement. New Jersey, that's a funny name to him. "I think I know where that one is and it's near New York and the other one….." He said with determination. "You should go when you can, I am sure it is nice over there too, but it's not like Syracuse and Sicily."
He sighed at the feeling of her kiss, though he was about to jump from the goosebumps that followed afterwards. Oh if only he knew how to describe how he felt at that moment without stuttering and switching from Italian and English. "Is it normal for boys in America to tell a beautiful girl, like you, that they like you after you made out with them twice? Like really really like you?"
Frenchie blushed heavily, looking away for a second. "I mean, I think it's normal. Why? Do you want to? Do you have something to tell me?" She teased before kissing his cheek again. She was having far too much fun with this.
But she'd be lying if she said his admission didn't make her heart skip a beat. That his being so close didn't make her skin tingle and cause goosebumps wherever they touched. That everything about him didn't make her absolutely melt.
He didn't know what to say, he kept lightly laughing at her teasing and the kisses. It took him a minute to compose himself. "You know what? I do have something to tell you, but since you are in Italy, let me say it to you in Italiano, okay?"
Removing his chin from her shoulder, he moved his lips to her ear. His arms wrapped neatly around Frenchie's waist, pulling her into him. He whispered, "Mi piaci. Mi piaci così tanto, Francesca…Frenchie…mia Farfallina….Non importa come ti chiamo, mi paci cosí tanto." After kissing her cheek, he returned to putting his chin on her shoulder again.
It took her brain a minute to translate everything but when it did, she completely melted. Her face was completely red, stumbling over her words as she attempted to make any kind of coherent sentence. Why did he have to have such a potent affect on her?
When her brain booted back up from its emergency shut down, she managed to say something in return. She took a breath before speaking. "Non ho motivo di amare qualcuno che ho appena incontrato, ma comincio a pensare che tu me ne abbia dato uno. Io… anch'io ti amo. Anche se non ho un nome per chiamarti diverso dal tuo."
His gaze flickered to the mirror in front of them. The corners of his lips curved up into a soft beam. Adone stared back at it, but his eyes wandered up to Frenchie and her blushed face. Not long after, he felt warmth spreading through his face. His eyes widened as he looked at her.
Slightly moving his head up, he kissed her again. He just could not resist the urge to. "Non preoccuparti," He assured. It was a minute or so until he spoke again, mostly because his mind just switched back to English out of the blue. "You have already called me stupid and cute on multiple occasions, and I just get happy when you day my name. Don't worry, my Farfallina."
"Does that mean you want me to use it more often?" She giggled, raising an eyebrow at him. "Or would you prefer me to find you a name like you've found one for me? Because I can do both." She thought for a second before snapping her fingers.
"Adonis. Why didn't I think of it sooner? Thats what I'll call you. Adonis was a lover of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of beauty. Plus, it basically just means a really handsome guy so I mean, it works in both definitions."
(Why didn't I think of this sooner?)
Adone shrugged. "It does not matter. I like your voice, it makes my name sound beautiful when you say it. Even when you call me stupid or cute," He breathed. He hid his face in her neck before moving it away at the sound of fingers snapping.
"Hm? Adonis?" He repeated. His eyes squinted until he went back to his gleaming self and nodded. "Ah, I feel for a genius," He whispered. "Adone is Italian for Adonis after all….I guess I am the lover of this beautiful goddess right here. And I am handsome. My Nonna named me, she loved mythology; always took me to see the statues of gods and goddesses. I should take you to a museum, would you like to, my Farfallina?"
She giggled, turning to peck his lips with a smile. "I would love nothing more, my Adonis." Frenchie felt near giddy. She finally had a name for him and now he kept complimenting her and making her brain go all mushy.
What was happening to her. Who was she. What had happened to the girl half a week prior who was on her way to Italy and who's first intention when this man opened his mouth was to kick him, not kiss him. Where had she gone. Honestly, she wasn't sure she wanted to know.
Sighing at the feeling of the light peck, he felt like it was the first time they had kissed. It was not long ago, but that is what he felt. Adone shook his head, going back to hiding his face. He could not help it. With all the giddiness and the tightness in his chest, he strangely felt a bit shy. Besides, if he kisses her again, he does not know when he could stop.
And he liked staying like this, holding Frenchie with his arms around her. He even liked how his brain feels all mushy and fuzzy from all the kissing and just about the way she talks, calls him by the nickname she came up with for him. Yes his hair is very very messy and yes he has gotten kicked, straddled, crashed into, and pretty sure foot stomped by her. On the other hand, his heart is full of butterflies or maybe with just one little butterfly.
(I will never be able to get enough of your writing style it's just soooo satisfying (and I saw what you did the "one little butterfly" thing, that was adorable))
Frenchie wished she could stay here like this forever. In Adone's arms, cuddling together in this small space where she didn't have anything to worry about. But she knew her aunt would be back at any second and if anyone found them, they'd be in massive trouble. She sighed quietly, what a flight of Icarus she'd gotten herself into. It would be a balancing act but one she was more than willing to do.
She'd do it in a heartbeat. To keep this feeling of warmth, of wholehearted acceptance, of overwhelmingly sweet love that he gave her. The lightheaded giddiness, the rush of excitement, the slow spreading of satisfaction through her veins. What she wouldn't give to hold it forever, to never let him go.
(Aww thank you, I'm glad that it is. I like putting little details like "one little butterfly". Frenchie and Adone so cute, I love them)
Is it normal for someone like him to like cuddles? Adone always wondered that, but then again, in a moment like now, he is as close to Frenchie as he possibly can be. His heart is thumping against his chest, but the comfort and love from her assures every beat of it. He just wished he could hold on to her right now now a little bit longer.
Then again, her aunt can come back and they will be in trouble; he does not want to ruin anything. "Farfallina, I am going to let go," He whispered. "Your aunt should be coming back any moment now." Adone did let go, but before he stepped out, he placed a deep kiss on her lips. Then he unlocked the door and stepped out. "You look beautiful," He winked before rushing to close the door and lean against the wall.
