Raison D'être

Body to Body

Anastasia

Dinner was going well... if that was even the right way to put it. I wasn't worried about the dishes I had put out for everyone to try, or the samples Chiara had made for me to try. What I should have been focused on, but rather Lorenzo. It was irritating because the entire dinner I had watched him.

It's rather embarrassing saying this aloud, but I watched the way his eyes moved around the several options for him to try, the way his veins protruded from his forearms, his hair slightly disheveled, the tight sleeves of his shirt because his biceps were much too big, the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he spoke with his sister, the slight shade under his eyes because of his insomnia, the way his lips wrapped around his fork whenever he took a bite. Everything. Everything Lorenzo did, was, is, my body had heightened times ten just watching. It went the full 100 when Lorenzo's eyes peered up under his lashes and glanced at mine, a knowing look that I had been watching him as I felt heat rise to my cheeks and averted my eyes. He smirked, playing with the fork in between his teeth, as he squints his eyes slightly, pretending to try and figure me out. The corner of his lips tilted as both him and I knew what was up. Or rather my issue...

Trying to focus on the task at hand, cleaning up after dinner I never averted my gaze to Lorenzo. Not that I didn't want to, but all I could think about was that... It feels sinful saying it, just as it is thinking it. He was, at this point, a drug that my body had grown to crave. So as I was drying the dishes, and handing him the plates to put away, he never once made a move. I could, however, feel the glances and smirk he would throw my way waiting, waiting for me to break. Not yet. Cleaning up the last of the area, Lorenzo began to hum a familiar tune. My favorite song.

A reaction, so quick I hadn't even thought through, I looked at him. Only he wasn't looking at me, he was mindlessly polishing the silverware and carefully placing the utensils in their respective spots. I smiled and let out a huff, as I went over and hugged him from behind. He tensed at first, and relaxed once his body seemed to remember my touch. He chuckled, "I thought you were going to ignore me forever. I was planning on bothering you once I was done with this," as he gestures to the fork in hand. I smile, looking over at him in concentration. As if he senses my admiration, he turns and gives me a smile before taking a hold of my face with one hand, as the other parts my hairs away before landing a kiss on mine. It's a passionate one, one that my body has grown accustomed to. A tender sweet kiss was what it was, and as he pulled away, he looked at me intently. Looking for something that I couldn't quite place, and all I could do was just stare right back, hoping he would find whatever he was looking for. It seems he did as he gifted me with yet another smile, and kissed me, only this time much more passionate as his tongue slipped in mine.

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He turns his body towards her, giving her the full attention her body had been waiting for. And at the perfect signal, both their breaths heavy as his tongue continues to slip in hers. Her breathing and frantic pulling of his hair indicates she wants more, and as he pulls away, his eyes full of lust only to see her brown hue richer than before. He smirks as he grabs ahold of her legs, wrapping them around his torso as she continues to pepper kisses along his neck while he leads them away to the bedroom. Anastasia, all too consumed with her task at hand, leaving marks all over his neck and his collar she tugs on his hair, letting Lorenzo know she wants his lips. After shutting the bedroom door with his leg, carefully placing her on the bed, he watches as she takes herself back waiting for him. He curses under his breath seeing her lips her breathless, and as she gets on her knees undoing the buttons of his shirt he watches her. Exposing his chest, she runs her hand over, barely touching but letting her fingertips trace as she feels his goosebumps arise. Both so consumed in the moment, he takes a hold of the back of her neck, angling her face so she looks at him and parts her hair before landing an open mouthed kiss on her lips. Passionate and all consuming.

They had each other, both physically and mentally. As their bodies became one, their minds almost in sync, both holding their own secrets but giving into each other's overwhelming feelings. Repressed, and now at the surface, they had each other.

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I know. I know. I have been gone for what seems like forever, and I hate releasing this as I don't have much more to give, and though I planned on writing smut. I couldn't... I haven't written in months, and to say I'm rusty would be the understatement of the year. I still have the layout for this story planned, but my scheduling will not be consistent. I do come back though and see if people even read this, and you do. It makes my day. It really does, and I hate giving you shitty work. I also hate being gone for long periods of time, as I also remember what it was like waiting for authors to post. Again, all I can say is I'm sorry and thank you for being patient.

Much love ❤️ ,

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