Good Cop Gone Bad ~ Rewritten

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•Matteo Rossi•

       It seems like recently we are never home and always on trips but the last two are excusable. The one before this one was for my wife's birthday, and where I proposed to her. And this one is our honeymoon.
We are in Switzerland for two weeks, because that is where she said she wanted to go.
It is February so it is very cold and snowing, but everything outside is very pretty.
I am sitting in the living room of the house I rented, reading a book, when Aria walks in, but stops walking as soon as she enters the room. "I came in here to tell you something but I already forgot," she says, walking backwards into the other room. I smile as she takes a few seconds before walking back in. "The food is ready." she says with a smile as she remembers what she wanted to say.
I stand, making my way over to her. It has been a week since we have been here but two weeks since we got married and everything has been great. I love spending every single day with her, cooking with her, reading together, dancing together, taking care of Bean, everything.
We sit down at the table and eat together, Bean sitting on the floor next to the table. We brought him with us because we did not want to just leave him.
Once we finish eating, we go to our room to change into warmer clothes to go out for the day.
Aria wears some thing that covers her legs but it looks very thin and then she wears a short flowy skirt with a black top and an overcoat as well as some gloves. She's also wearing some boots that are like heels.
We left the house, walking down the street. There were people everywhere, talking laughing, and we did the same. Talking about anything and everything.
How people loved the photo booth at our wedding, how the cake was good and the activities were very fun, and how she's so glad we could come to Switzerland.
Then she starts telling me about the dream she had last night, "Eri lì e potevo dire che eri tu, ma non ti assomigliava," she says to me, making me laugh out of confusion. Her dreams are always so weird. (You were there and I could tell it was you but it didn't look like you)
We walk into the shop together and wait in line for coffee. "Zwei kaffees?" I ask the man behind the counter in German and he nods, I give him the money and turn back to my wife, "Che altro, melodia?" I ask her, tucking her hair behind her ear. (German - Two coffees. Italian- What else, melodia?)
She smiles as I take the coffees from the man and we walk back out and she continues to talk about her weird dream.

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(mature content - just a small quick scene)

I grab a small towel and clean Aria off as she is almost falling asleep. After around two months of not having sex at all, we were both going at it any moment we could.
It was almost insane, but enjoyable.
I climbed up the bed, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her to me. She sighs, pressing herself onto my bare chest even more.  "I'm hungry," she mumbles.
         I smile to myself, smoothing out her hair. "Let's go eat then, sweetheart." I say, getting out of bed.
        "Can you bring me some clothes, please?" she asks, pulling the covers over herself.
        I go into my luggage and pull out a sweatshirt, getting it for her. I throw on some sweatpants, then go back to her, putting the sweatshirt on her then carrying her to the kitchen.
        She gasps, "You know what sounds really good right now?" she asks. I nod my head and she continues, "A bagel with cream cheese and come chips on top." she says.
         I look at her weirdly. "Cream cheese? With chips? And bread?" I ask and she nods profusely, biting her bottom lip. "Weirdo." I tell her.
        She giggles, "Because your accent, that word sounds funny when you say it," she says.
        "Melodia your accent has gotten a lot stronger since we met," I remind her. I love her voice, her accent when we met was not very strong but still there and now that it is has been so long since she moved back, it has gotten a lot stronger and I love it.
        She smiles, "Anyways, that sounds really good. Also, some lemonade." she tells me.
        So she wants ice cold lemonade, in this weather, with chips and cream cheese?
        "We do not have any of that here but I can tell the flight attendants to make sure they have it on the plane tomorrow," I tell her. Our trip ends tomorrow so we go back to Italy.
       She nods happily and I reach into the refrigerator to pull out the last two cupcakes we have that she made the other day.
       I place them on a plate with a fork and pour us each a glass of milk. I got to the table and pick her up off the chair, sitting down and setting her on my lap.
        We start to eat and keep talking about how everything will be when we go back home. We're married now, everything is permanent. I am so glad she is my wife and we get to do this all together now. It is what I thought was never possible.
        "If I am being honest, I never thought you would actually fall for me the first night we met," I tell her, her expression changing to one of confusion.
        "Why?" she asks me, turning on my lap so she is facing me.
        I shrug, "Everyone that did know me was scared of me, and even if they didn't know me they were at the very least intimidated. Every woman I knew only knew me for my money and that was all they ever wanted. But then I met you and instead of immediately trying to make out with me, we stood there and talked for over an hour before I kissed you. I had never made the first move on a woman before. I never had to, but I wanted you. And then when I got you, I realized that I needed you. You were not scared of me, you came into my life with this little adorable attitude and mindset that I cannot help but admire. I love you, melodia." I tell her. She is looking at me with the most precious eyes, looking like she cannot believe what I just said.
        She shakes her head, "Honey, how could I ever be scared of you?" she starts, cupping my face in her hands, turning all the way to straddle my lap. "You are so beautiful, not just your face, but your heart. And I could tell from the moment I met you. Even if it took me a while to realize it." she says, the last part sarcastic, making me laugh. "I love you. So much. And you deserve every bit of love I give you."
        I smile, pulling her into me. My lips attach to hers and I can feel her smile into the kiss. My sweet little wife. I can't get enough of her.
        I pull her tighter against me, gripping her waist as she bites my bottom lip, pulling it as she pulls back.
        I groan, attacking her neck. She whimpers as my hand pulls the sweatshirt up to her waist, her bottom half already bare because this already happened a few hours ago.
        She desperately tugs at the top if my sweatpants. I wrap an arm around her, picking her up as I stand up myself and with the other hand pull my bottoms down, then sit back down.
        She moans, beginning to grind on my lap, rubbing her bare clit over my hard cock. She's still so fucking wet.
        She lifts herself up, then lowers herself down, allowing me to enter her slowly. I groan, gripping her hips tight enough to bruise.
        She starts moving her hips, bouncing up and down on me. She's moaning and whimpering as I slide in and out of her.
       I groan, biting her neck. She's squeezing me, the movement between us almost too much.
        I place one hand on the nape of her neck, keeping her close to me, my mouth sucking on her neck. The other goes between us, two fingers on her clit, rubbing at a faster pace than she is riding me.
       She shakes on top of me, my lips let go of her neck to see a purple mark on her skin. Fuck that looks sexy.
        She starts going harder and I thrust my hips up, meeting her thrusts, making her scream.
        "Fuck," she moans loudly, tugging at my hair. "I need to cum." she says. Fuck that was quick.
        "Cum, sweetheart," I tell her, my hand traveling from her nape to her waist, guiding her movements as I thrust up. "Show me how much my little slut enjoys having me inside of her." I groan, almost at my climax as well.
        She nods, moaning so loud her voice is hoarse. She shakes on me as she releases and I keep thrusting into her until I cum inside of her.
        I groan, breathing heavy and stand up, still inside of her, going to the room as she rests her head on my shoulders, trying to fight the sleep.
        When we get to bed, I pull out of her, making her wince slightly.
        I grab a towel once more and clean her off before cleaning myself and getting into bed with her. "Fuck, melodia," I say, "If we keep doing this, you are going to get pregnant." I say, trying to keep it in her mind just to make sure that if that were to happen, she would be okay with it.
         She shrugs, "Would that be such a bad thing?" she mumbles, wrapping her arms around me, basically almost asleep.
        I hold her tighter. Fuck no it wouldn't.

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i have said it multiple times but i like to repeat myself THE REST OF THE STORY WILL BE THEIR HAPPY LITTLE LIVES. THEY WILL HAVE KIDS AND BE HAPPY. maybe only one assassination attempt. BUT OTHERWISE THAT IS WHAT IT IS BC I LIKE WRITING IT AND SOME PPL LIKE READING IT

i say this bc some people don't like that and i have when i read stories where the characters have kids and ppl are like "the story is ruined now" when the author literally said that it was going to happen or it's in the tags. BABES IF YOU DONT LIKE IT DONT READ IT BC I AM WARNING YOU NOW 😘😘

anyways bye bye

~elle 🌸