Falling (Stefanielle)

Chapter 3

Stefania: Night fiancé

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*Smut warning*

Stefania wasn't nervous when she was standing in the altar. She wasn't nervous when she saw her wearing that beautiful dress as she walked towards her. She wasn't nervous when they said their 'I dos', or when they exchanged the rings. Stefania wasn't nervous when they had to kiss, even if it was just a little peck. She wasn't nervous when they were on the plane to Hawaii either. But she was nervous when they reached their hotel and the blonde started to yell at her for no good reason.

"Oh and you're sleeping on the couch!" Danielle yelled with her arms swaying in all directions. Stefania was unbothered and had blocked out most of what the younger woman was yelling at her, but the couch comment caught her attention, "Oh diavolo no. I paid for this so there's no way I'm sleeping on the couch." she said getting in the bed next to her wife, turning the bedside lamp off.

There was a moment of silence between them, before Danielle spoke up again, "You and your freaking money. Is that really all you care about?"

She knew this comment would piss off the Italian knowing very well she didn't give two shits about money or fame. "Fuck you." Stefania snapped.

"That's your job."

Stefania flipped her over so that she was now on her back and got on top, pinning the blonde's hands above her head, "Don't test me, Savre." she warned in a cold tone, but stopped when she noticed the track of tears down her wife's face.

"Or what, huh?! Are you going to take me without my consent?" Danielle yelled back, making the brunette release her within a matter of seconds. She got out of the bed and seemingly made her way towards the door.

"Stefania, wait, I was joking! Come on!" the actress said when the realization finally hit her, but Stefania was too furious to even care. "Is that what you really think of me, Danielle? You know what, I don't even care." she said and walked out of the door, ignoring whatever Danielle was yelling from inside of the room.
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It was around 4 in the morning, when Stefania came back to the room, a little drunk. On walking in, she saw her sleeping on the couch and without questioning, the brunette picked her up and carried her to the bed. Yes, she was mad at her, but there was a part in her that cared too.

Wanting to respect Danielle's previous requests, she picked up a pillow but was stopped by a hand, "No. Sleep here." the blonde said groggily. Stefania just shook her head, thinking she only said that in her sleepy state. But as she turned to walk again, "I w-want you to stay here, Stefania. P-Please." Danielle urged again, her voice breaking in process.

The Italian sighed before getting under the duvets of their bed. It didn't take long for her to hear Danielle's soft cries, making her sigh as she turned to face her back, "Stop. Don't you dare cry on me now, Savre."

It was taking every bone in Stefania's body to not cradle her in her arms and comfort her, but Danielle's previous statement was obstructing her from doing so. She could still feel her shaking slightly, only this time the cries got more audible.

"Fuck it" the brunette said as she moved towards Danielle and pulled her closer, her back pressing against Stefania's front. Stefania placed one of her arms over her stomach, the other one sliding under her head.

This gesture surprisingly made the blonde from crying any further, only small sniffles to be heard now. The CEO nuzzled her head in her wife's hair as she said, "You looked beautiful in that dress today."

Stefania couldn't see it but she knew Danielle was smiling from ear to ear, "I hate to admit it, but so did you." she mumbled.

As they laid there in the dark, their hearts slowly beating as one, Stefania couldn't stop herself from thinking about what Danielle had said earlier.
"It's not about the money. If I could I would live without this luxurious lifestyle and still be happy. Or even happier." Danielle sighed and slowly intertwined their fingers so that their rings were pressed together.