"Stefania wait-" Danielle finally catches up to her date, a few roads away from her apartment, down the dark alleyways where the moon shines above the two women. It had stopped snowing but the ground was frozen over. Ice dotted across the pavement. Grabbing onto her elbow as she turns around, channeling all of her energy to avoid touching the blonde.
"What, Danielle?" Stefania huffs sharply, walking gradually towards her apartment building which is slowly coming into view. A glow coming from a few of the windows, making it look less eerie in the mist. Lamp-posts emitting light with every step she takes forward. "I just- I can't do this right now,"
"But you haven't even listened to me..." Danielle stops them both, just outside the doorway of the main entrance. "Me and Zach literally only exchanged a few text messages about the theatre, nothing more than that..." The blonde shouts out, forcing the brunette to listen to her. Seriousness etched into her voice. Sternness in her eyes.
The Italian presses the button for the elevator, standing in front of the blonde with her arms crossed, waiting to hear the ding to allow her entry. An awkward silence filling the reception area of her apartment building which was thankfully vacant and quiet.
Stefania jolts into the elevator as the metal doors open, turning to face the blonde on the other side. Danielle staring into her chocolate eyes. The brunette bites her bottom lip; unsure of how to feel, reciprocating the gaze the blonde has on her. Just as the door was about to close, the brunette outstretches her arm, stopping the doors from closing. Dragging the blonde into the elevator and pushing her up against the mirrored wall of the lift. Her hand placed above the blonde's shoulder with her arm straight, feeling the coolness from the steel metal sending shivers down her body. Heavy breathing. Eyes flicking from her lips and back into her ocean blues. Confused emotions.
"You are mine, Danielle," The brunette announces and the blonde submits, her body pushing up against the blue-eyed woman, placing an aggressive kiss on her lips and a tactical knee between her legs. Parting her soft lips to allow her tongue entry - exchanging heat and wetness. Danielle slumps into Stefania, roaming her hands along her back and applying pressure to her neck to bring her forward. Begging to feel her lips on her own.
The elevator stops on her floor, the metal doors swinging open to reveal an empty hallway with doors numbered every few feet away from each other. Stefania holds onto her hand, pulling her key from out of her purse. Leading her down the hallway until they stop outside her familiar door. No words needing to be said. Praying Barrett was still out in the town or black out drunk in her bed.
The brunette unlocks the door and within a matter of seconds their lips reconnect, sending a wave of flutters to her abdomen. She kicks the door closed with her heel, holding onto the blonde while they make it over to her bedroom. Pushing her onto the bed as she crawls over to the blue eyed-woman, separating her legs so she can lay in between, resuming the position of her knee. Allowing the blonde to grind her hips against her smooth skin, forcing her dress to ride up to her waist. Stefania only smirks at the happy accident, trailing kisses down her neck and below her earlobe. Prolonging any touching until the blonde is begging for it.
Sucking gently on the soft spot behind her ear, kissing at an slow pace. Wetness seeping through her underwear and onto her thigh. Only fueling the desire to tease the blonde even more, by bringing her hands up to the waistband of her underwear and just resting her hands there while she trails kisses down from her neck to her collarbone.
Pleasing sounds releasing from the blonde, whimpering underneath the slow and gentle movements, her hips jerking forward to apply more pressure to her core. Stefania brings her hands up to her stomach, inching the dress off the blonde, leaving her exposed in a matching underwear set. The beautiful purple lace accentuating the blue in her eyes. Smiling as she brings her lips to her cleavage, sucking at the skin to bring red blemishes to the surface; marking what is hers.
"Stefania..." She moans, unable to take the teasing but at the same time, enjoying every single moment that the brunette is dominating her. Claiming her.
The brunette unclasps her bra, moving her hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Then sliding her hands down to hold her hips still, disapproving the movements of her hips grinding against her leg. Danielle moans in frustration.
Stefania brings a nipple to her mouth, sucking gently while toying with the hem of her underwear. Resting her palm over her core but refusing to move it. She flicks her nipple with her tongue, back and forth until the sensitivity makes her moan.
"Please— fuck me with your fingers," Danielle breathes into her ear, tugging at her brown hair in desperation. "Stefania..."
The Italian smirks; pulling down her lace underwear, accepting the request. Planting wet kisses on her inner thighs. Blowing gently on her bundle of nerves but not touching yet. The blonde jerks her hips forward in attempt to feel her tongue against her clitoris.
"You need to wait, baby," Stefania orders, continuing the kisses on her inner thighs. Danielle moves one of her own hands to massage her breast, barely satisfying her deep desire for more.
The brunette guides her tongue through her folds, collecting the creamy liquid in her mouth and tasting the gorgeous blonde. Bringing her thumb to rub her bundle of nerves in a circular motion, starting off slow and then gradually picking up the pace. Moans leaving the blonde uncontrollably. Maybe it was the alcohol enhancing the experience. Or the incredibly talented Italian.
She inserts two fingers into the blue-eyed woman, watching as she unravels herself. Curling her fingers as she reaches the sponge-like surface, filling her completely with two fingers. Danielle feeling herself getting closer to climax.
Stefania feels her walls tensing around her fingers, so she places her thumb back on her clitoris, rubbing the tender nerves to match the pace of her fingers.
"Come for me, Danielle," Stefania instructs, feeling the blonde clench and her legs starting to shake around the brunette. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and hands grabbing at her hair. Moaning into the dim-lit room without thinking about being quiet.
"Good girl," The brunette removes her fingers, allowing the blonde to lick them clean. Kissing her gently on the lips. Then rolling back into the bed. Admittedly, she really missed having her favourite blonde laying beside her in bed.
They lay there for a few minutes in silence, catching their breath and enjoying the come down from the high.
"I am truly sorry, you know," Danielle rolls onto her side, facing the brunette, her voice at an almost whisper. "I promise that it will be me and you... for as long as you want it to be..."
"I am sorry too..." Stefania smiles sweetly at the blonde, having taken out all her anger through her previous acts. "Forever?"
"Forever," Danielle confirms. Kissing her again sweetly on the lips. Comprehending what these means about their relationship status. "Does this mean... we're official?"
"I think it does, yes," Stefania replies, running her slim fingers through the blondes hair.
"So... you are my girlfriend?" Danielle asks again, needing to hear those words.
"Yes bambina, you are my girlfriend and I am yours..." Staring into her crystal blue eyes, noticing every speck and shade of blue. How did she get so lucky?
Danielle beams, every inch of her face smiling with glee. Rolling onto her back, holding her hand close to her body. Closing her eyes as she replays those words in her head. What a crazy night.
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Well how about that for jealous Stefania?
Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I can't wait for Thursday to be honest.
If you have any ideas on what you'd like to see from this story. Let me know and maybe I'll try incorporate them into the storyline.
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You Saved Me - A Stefanielle Story
Fanfiction"It's not much, but it's home, for now..." Stefania places the blondes bag onto the living room floor of the apartment. "We have a spare bedroom through here," Gesturing for Danielle to follow her into the third bedroom. The room was pretty standard...
