Falling (Stefanielle)

Chapter 6

"I'm slowly falling for you and I can't help it." Stefania whispered making the blonde open her eyes, a visible twinkle in them as she smiled widely."Danielle Savre, will you go out on a date with me?"

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Danielle and Stefania's eyes met, the brunette could very much see the happiness in those big blue eyes.
"Yes...oh my god yes!!" Danielle cheered, bringing Stefania into a kiss.

She slowly turned Stefania on her back, getting on top of her without breaking their kiss that only grew more lustful than before. She slipped her tongue into the Italian's mouth, stroking it against hers. They both let out a content moan, only separating to catch a breath, "Now ha-how can you expect me to keep my hands off of you, huh Stefania?"

The CEO rested her palms on Danielle's waist, silently tracing small patterns as she looked at her wife. "We are married, and no matter what my father says, I am yours and you are mine. Isn't that enough?"

Stefania didn't answer back, she just turned them over and stood up. A frown began to replace Danielle's happy smile, but it soon returned when Stefania reassuringly pressed a quick peck on her lips. "Remove your clothes. I'll be right back." she whispered, pecking her lips again, before leaving the room.

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Danielle thought back to her previous relationships, and how she used to feel shy or insecure whenever she had to get naked in front of them.

But it was different with Stefania. She didn't feel like she had to hide herself because the way Stefania looked at her, it made her feel confident and...loved.

Which is why the blonde was laying down on the bed, completely naked, waiting for her Italian wife to come back to her. She thought to herself how never in her life had she felt like this, the excitement, the urge, the need...not even with her ex. She was scared how fast she was willingly falling for the brunette that too only after knowing her for a short while.

The door opened up, bringing her out of her thoughts when she saw the Italian goddess walk in with a few stuff in her hands and since it was quite dark, she couldn't figure out what it was.

But as Stefania stepped closer, the blonde could finally see the stuff she was carrying as her wife placed them on the bed one by one.

"Chocolate syrup, ice-cream and whipped cream...are we making a sundae...?" she trailed off, her eyes following Stefania's every move who walked towards their bedside table.

The brunette pulled out something from it that made a clinking noise and turned around, keeping her hands behind and a smirk on her face. She walked back to where her wife was seated, pushing the woman so that she was laying down on her back. Stefania quickly got on top of her, pinning both of Danielle's hands above her head.

The Italian dove in for a rough kiss, making Danielle moan at the suddenness. She felt something cold on her wrists, but was too distracted by Stefania's tongue exploring her mouth to care what it was. They pulled away when Danielle heard a clicking noise, as she looked up...only to see her wrists in cuffs.

"Stefania..." she said in a warning tone, knowing very well it was going to be a torture if she couldn't touch her wife.

"Hey, at least it's pink!" Stefania teased and leaned down to capture Danielle's luscious lips again. The brunette picked up the chocolate syrup bottle, opening the lid up and squeezing some out on her fingertips. She then brought them up to the blonde's lips, slowly tracing them with the sweet substance.

The younger woman was about to lick her own lips, but stopped after seeing Stefania glare at her, "Don't you dare, Savre. Keep that tongue in." Danielle tried to hold her laugh in at Stefania's offhand comment but couldn't, making the brunette to get off of her.