snippets of VCY

I am Craving You

It's currently 12 in the night and Cha Young is trying, desperately trying to catch some sleep.

She was put to bed, really, credit goes to her husband who wants her to have a good 8 hours of sleep. And all the protesting is in vain, because Vincenzo has become extremely (extremely is an understatement) possessive and protective and Cha Young knows that no excuse or drama neither tears will let her husband change his mind, when it comes to her diet and sleep schedule.

If her husband was possessive ultra pro max before, then now, he is downright territorial.

But no, catching sleep is impossible.

For a list of reasons.

Number One: Her lovely husband isn't there for her little spoon. (courtesy of being a Mafia Capo)

Number Two: Their baby can only be lulled to sleep when she/he smells his/her Papa's cologne.

Number Three: The Hormones are making her horny. And, since pregnancy, Cha Young has zero self-control when it comes to her husband. Everything, he does, sets her on fire.

They had a meeting with all the sottocapos today regarding an international business transaction, and he was setting her aflame with his rolled-up sleeves, and the crisp white shirt being tight enough to display his broad shoulders, the first two buttons of his shirt opened leaving his pale neck on display which she wanted to bite and suck so badly.

And to top it all off, the blood on his collars. He didn't have the time to change when he just came back from a bloody meeting and quickly made his way to the office to start the brief.

Cha Young has a kink. Seeing her man in someone else's blood greatly turns her on.

She is no damsel in distress, she's painted into his shades just as he is in hers.

So, yes, you see these things can't let her sleep.

And even if she's wearing her husband's robe, the most important thing she needs for her sleep is missing.

All the sexual tension and irritation is making her greatly annoyed.

She sits upright on the bed slowly and slips her foot in her bunny slippers and makes way to his study.

The door to the study opens and Vincenzo looks up from the files he was holding and smiles at her, though previously, he had a huge frown on his face, brows all furrowed.

He always does, even in the darkest times.

He is standing in front of the huge window, still in that shirt and state.

She makes her way to him and hugs him tight.

He slowly manages to put the files down and rubs his hand on her back soothingly.

"Why are you still up?" He asks, giving a kiss on her forehead.

"I can't sleep, and you know very well why." She grumbles looking up at him.

He pecks her lips and Cha Young takes that as an advantage and lifts herself a little higher to swoop his lips down for a proper kiss.

She can't resist it anymore and tugs at the collar of his shirt, demanding for more.

Vincenzo is startled by the moves but complies, nonetheless.

After a good amount of time, they part away to catch their breath, still staring at each other.

But Cha Young wants more, and she slips her hand in his hair to pull him down again, so that their lips meet when Vincenzo stops her.

"Cara.." He says, still a little breathless, lips all wet and inviting.

She says nothing but moves infinitesimally closer to him, their bodies slick together and then moans.

Vincenzo's brain is a mess.

His wife is going to be the death of him.

"Amore mio.." He says, gripping his waist, trying to stop her movements.

"I am hungry, jagiya." She says lips hovering over his.

He sucks in a breath. He is so gone for her.

But he has to stop, it's the first trimester and he won't take risks.

"No, Cara. We have to stop." She lets out a cry and burrows her head in his chest.

He rubs her back and long hair.

She looks up back at him, eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

Hormones are a torture.

He can't see her cry though, never ever.

"Let's just wait till the first trimester is over." He says while tucking her baby hair behind her ear.

She pouts and shakes her head.

He tries to distract her.

"Let's eat something, I'll cook for you. What is my little one craving?" He speaks slowly while caressing her stomach.

He sees her pout fading away but the tears are still there. She tucks her head in the crooked of his neck and takes a deep breath.

"Should I bake cookies? or do you want Fagioli Pasta?" He asks again.

"Bolognese Pasta." She mumbles.

And he smiles.

"Alright, let's go make some Bolognese Pasta, then."

And he slowly guides her out of the study and into the kitchen.

He tries to make her sit down and watch something but she insists on staying with him in the kitchen.

He agrees and she wraps her arms around him from the back when he's making the sauce.

She's all giddy once he places a dish of Bolognese Pasta in front of her and sees her eyes sparkle with delight.

Her moans are distracting but the smile she shoots him is worth it.

Even though, she was craving her husband tonight, she settled down for a plate of pasta made by him.

After all, she can have him soon.

The unexpected happiness in their life is worth it all.