Temporary Fix | 18+

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The entire night was me attached to Niccolò's hip, especially after a few glasses of wine. He taken me on the outskirts of the city, to a restaurant I'd never been to and the experience was beautiful. Dinner was amazing but the only thing on my mind was dessert and I knew exactly what I wanted.

My leg was propped in his lap under the small table and I enjoyed the feeling of his caress against my skin. I'd distractedly listened as the employees embarrassingly sung me happy birthday, smiling through the whole thing because I could feel Niccolò tapping to the beat against my leg. It was the first time I'd had a live piano play me happy birthday and even through my embarrassment I could admit it was amazing.

I was enjoying the version of Niccolò I had. He wasn't snappy and though he wasn't beaming with smiles, the ones he let show occasionally made up for it easily. It was easy to forget about all my worries when I was in the presence of the man. My work and school seemed secondary for the first time in my life and I was enjoying every second.

"So what's it going to be?" His fingers slipped over the base of his glass, and I observed how his fore and middle finger parted slightly around the stem.

"Anything?" My wine glass touched my lips as I peer up at him awaiting his reply. The conversation took a turn and somehow it became one thing I wanted. It was my birthday and he was the genie ready to grant my wish. In more ways than one.

He tilted his head and paused his movements, "anything reasonable."

That made me laugh as I emptied the remainder of the dark liquid in the glass. The waiter was quick to refill my glass and I thanked him with a small smile.

"Let me think it over on the way home?" There was nothing to think over and he probably knew that. I knew what I wanted. Him. It was a gift to myself. I needed him out of my system. He was taking up all my time and I was detached from everyone around me. Going back home and seeing everyone together after so long made me aware of that.

Maybe I just had to experience him in a way that would satisfy my need. Then everything would be better. According to Jazmine at least.

We're in the backseat of the car taking us home and he chuckles when I pout at his refusal to kiss me. "But it's my birthday."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm," my words are accompanied by my trailing fingers as they find his buckle and attempt to undo it. " I even have a surprise for you."

"A surprise for me on your birthday? That doesn't sound right."

His head turns and I steal a kiss, happy to finally succeed after trying for so long. As a reward for letting him kiss me, I let him in on the secret that I'm wearing no underwear when I guide his hand under my dress.

"Cazzo, baby." His mouth covers mine again swallowing my soft moans when his fingers slide through my folds to feel the wetness.

I hear a throat clear and pull away slightly to see we were back home all too soon. He retracts his hand and instead circles it around my waist to pull me out the car with him.

I hook my hands around his neck to trail kisses down his jaw enjoying how he practically carries me. "You smell good." The wine was talking.

"Yeah?" He lets me steer his head to me to pull him in a kiss while he fumbles to open the door. I hum and drag my fingers through his hair enjoying the feel of slick curls sliding through my fingers.

"Always."

Once we're inside, he released me and I sighed sadly when he moved to take off his jacket and drop it on the couch. He turned to me and I take the few steps towards him to trail my fingers over his shirt.