Falling (Stefanielle)

Chapter 4

"Oh and I hope you enjoy your sweet time with him, while I know you'll be thinking about me, my body pressed up against yours and how I pleasured you last night."

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It was around midnight when the Italian came back to their room, expecting Danielle to be asleep. But to her surprise, she found her sitting on the couch, wearing one of Stefania's tshirt.

Stefania wasn't in the mood for a talk so she opted to just go to bed, but clearly the blonde had something else in mind as she grabbed her hand, turning her to face her, "Where were you?"

"Why do you care? It's none of your business anyw-"

"It became my business the day that I married you. Now Stefania Spampinato-Savre, where were you?" The brunette almost orgasmed on hearing her wife's stern voice. She cleared her throat, looking off to the side, "With someone." she answered plainly, only aggravating the blonde more.

The actress scoffed, "Of course you were. You basically reek of sex!" she was about to walk away, but now Stefania was the one to pull her back. "You don't get to guilt trip me after your little boyfriend showed up on our honeymoon, Danielle."

"I didn't even invite him here! I've been avoiding him since last week because I wanted to give whatever this is a chance! But it's obvious only one of us is putting the effort here."

The brunette let go of the woman only to grab her by the jaw as she pulled her in for a kiss. It started off rough and messy, as Stefania slowly backed them on to the bed and got on top. Danielle instantly slid her tongue in the Italian's mouth, making her moan lowly.

The CEO pulled away after a while for a much needed breath but as she was going back in, the blonde gently placed a hand on her chest, stopping her. "You still smell like sex. And I'm tired, so let's not tonight..."

Stefania nodded, placing a quick soft kiss on her wife's lips before plopping down on the space besides her. Danielle turned on her side so that she was facing Stefania, "What are we doing tomorrow?" she asked abruptly.

"Well I am going to enjoy my breakfast on my yacht, and I also got the permission to rent out a private island here. So I'll probably spend a day or two there." Stefania summarized, looking as the blonde quirked her eyebrows, "And what about me?"

The brunette chuckled thinking her wife was being sarcastic at first, but stopped when she saw her staring at her with a blank face, "Oh, you are serious. Well I had planned it for the both of us of course, but I figured you would want to spend time with your boyfriend?"

"I'm here with you, Stefania. And like I said, I never told him to come here. When I told him that earlier, he left because he got angry. But anyways, when are we leaving for this boat trip?" Danielle asked, adorning a big smile on her face as the soft light of the moon reflected off of her skin perfectly. Stefania was in complete awe of the beauty in front of her.

"We can leave whenever we want, its my own boat. But if you want to see the sunrise from the deck, which I can tell you is something you wouldn't want to miss, then we have to leave before 6. Is that fine with you?" She asked giddily, kinda glad that the boyfriend was not there to interrupt their honeymoon anymore.

Danielle smiled, squeezing the woman's cheeks as she pecked her pouted lips, "That sounds perfect."
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The displeasing noise of Stefania's alarm woke the couple up. Groaning, the Italian got out of bed and stretched her arms to get rid of the ache in her muscles. She could feel a certain set of eyes on her, "Stop staring." Stefania said as she chuckled and started to walk towards the bathroom.