Don Corleone [Michael Corleone] DISCONTINUED

Chapter Fourty Three

A rainy night was spent indoors. Tom went home to his wife after dinner, Carlo and Connie left too, much to Fiona's dismay as she didn't know what Carlo would do to Connie behind closed doors. Vito and Carmela spent their night in their bedroom, comforted by each other's presence.

Michael and Fiona were in their own room too. After Fiona's long shower, leaving Michael alone to drown in boredom, Michael decided that playing some music might lighten the mood as he stared out at the rainy night.

Fiona who hopped out of the shower and grabbed Michael's robe, dried her hair with a towel in the room. Her presence alerted Michael as her reflection danced in the window.

Michael who was entertained by Fiona's reflection in the window turned to his wife, he watched her intently with his arms crossed on his chest, his wife was oblivious to the thoughts of her husband and the stars in the man's eyes.

Michael's eyes trailed all over his wife's body hungrily, he never thought she would look the most beautiful in his robe than anything else. But Fiona as usual, caught up to her husband and caught him staring as she dried her hair.

"What?" Fiona asked with a smirk and a raised brow.

But Fiona didn't get an answer. Instead, Michael made his way to his wife, immediately grabbing her waist and pulling her cold body towards his warm one.

"What has gotten into you?" Fiona asked playfully as she dropped the towel she dried her hair with, on the floor, her arms wrapping around Michael's neck.

While Fiona rested her head on Michael's chest, the two swayed to the jazzy beats of the music, the two slightly twirling in sync in their spot.

Michael's silence unsettled Fiona, removing her head from Michael's comfort, she faced the man with worried eyes, "are you alright?"

"I'm alright." Michael replied with a little nod of his head, "I'm just thinking."

"What're you thinking?" Michael couldn't help but be thrown into a frenzy- the way his wife muttered her words in a purr, the way she looked up at him and the way she wore his robe- he couldn't help but steal a kiss.

"What I'm thinking- I'm thinking that...the kids are asleep." Michael whispered in her ears after leaving his wife craving more of his kisses, "I'm thinking that...everyone's asleep." The warm breath on Fiona's neck and ear sent her skin flaring in goosebumps and her little hairs standing up.

"And I'm thinking of how good you look in my robe." Fiona's cheeks immediately flared at her husband's soft but strong spoken words, "but I know that you'll look better..with them on the floor."

"Michael." Fiona said in slight astonishment as her cheeks flared brighter. He loved the way his name rolled out of her tongue, usually he never thought anything special of his name until Fiona started calling him.

Michael's head dipped to catch Fiona's lips as his fingers were busy unknotting his robe that Fiona wore slowly. As if it was their first kiss, Fiona felt the same electrifying sensation travel thru her body in seconds. Million of butterflies fluttered their wings in sync in Fiona's stomach when Michael's tongue brushed her lower lip, making her feel like she was slowly melting.

Fiona's cold hands met the warmth of Michael's cheeks as his hands finally untied her robe, moving from her stomach to her lower back, grabbing and squeezing her backside.