Mornings were always better waking up next to Mads. It wasn't every day they woke up next to each other, but it was often. Seeing his angelic face asleep gave Amelie peace; it was the most beautiful view she could ever imagine. He was art.
She was over the moon. In love. Crazy about him. She adored Mads and he worshiped her. She loved to make breakfast in the morning and he loved waking up to her up on the counter, wearing his shirt and only tiny panties underneath. Mads loved caressing her silky legs as he poured himself freshly made coffee and Amelie loved how his hand always moved higher and higher.
''How does it feel to turn 26?'' Mads asked as he kissed her soft cheek.
''I used to worry about getting old, but now I don't really care. Getting old with you is exciting'' she admitted as she held her cup of coffee and watched him bite into a croissant. It was Amelie's birthday the next day, the sun shined strongly and it was finally beginning to be warmer outside. It was Thursday but filming was now over and both Mads and Amelie were free for the time being. ''Mmm, this is some good coffee'' she moaned as she tasted the delicious caffeinated liquid.
''Everything tastes better when it's made by you'' he placed himself between her legs, a hand on her thigh and one holding a cup of coffee. ''After we eat, how about you go pack your bags?'' he smiled at her playfully. ''I have a surprise for you'' she remained on the counter.
Her eyebrows went into a confused frown. ''What do you mean?'' she tilted her head to the side.
He kissed her passionately on the lips before looking at her with love in his eyes. ''We're going to Italy''.
''What?'' she screamed. Her eyes went wide and filled with pure shock and happiness. ''What did you just say?'' she jumped off the counter and waited for Mads to repeat his answer.
''You and me are going to Venice and then wherever in Italy you want. Rome, Verona, you name it. It's your birthday tomorrow and you deserve it all'' he explained, eyes on hers, watching her face light up.
''Oh my god, you're kidding!'' she screamed, Mads shaking his head. ''You're not? Holy shit, we're going to Italy'' Amelie jumped up and down like a child getting candy, before hugging her lover appreciatively. ''I don't deserve you'' she continued.
''Shhh'' he put his index finger on her mouth. She would always say that when he did something nice for her and he didn't like it because he saw it the other way around. He felt that it was him who didn't deserve her; a young, beautiful girl, so full of passion and love for everything and everyone. She was perfect to him. Every time he looked at her he thought about how lucky he was, how blessed he felt to have someone like her in his life. ''You either get eating or you go pack your bags'' he slapped her butt quickly.
''Why the hurry? When are we leaving?'' she asked.
''In two and a half hours'' he smirked. The airport was close to them so there was no hurry.
''Are you fucking kidding me right now, Mads Mikkelsen? You're full of surprises, I can't believe this'' she threw her hands up in the air as she hurried to her bedroom to pack.
He sat at the table and looked at her move her hips elegantly as she walked towards the bedroom. He was pleased, it was a good surprise.
*
''We're officially in Italy'' Amelie smiled as they stepped out of the plane. It was very early in the morning when they arrived and the comfort of the small, more luxurious plane let them have a good sleep on the way to Italy. The warm air touched Amelie's skin and she knew she was going to fall in love with Venice.
''Welcome to one of my favorite cities, Amelie Davidson. You're going to love it here'' Mads wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her head.
Arriving at the hotel, the young girl's eyes opened widely as she looked at every romantic detail and admired the elegance and design. The room they were staying in was large, beige and gold details here and there, bed big enough for three or four people. In the corner was a vintage chair in front of a table with a mirror, similar to a vanity. Every line and pattern was enhanced by the morning sun and it gave the room a calming aura. But what left her with her mouth open the most was the balcony, the Jacuzzi on it and the view of the city.
''This is beautiful'' she said as she leaned against the balcony railing and admired the beautiful Venice.
''You are beautiful'' Mads approached her from behind and wrapped his comforting arms around her. ''Happy birthday, my love! You deserve everything in the world and I will give it all to you. You're precious and kind and you should never let anyone make you think differently'' he told her as he held her tight.
Full of love and appreciation for the man behind her, she turned around and placed a soft kiss on his lips. ''Thank you, baby. I already have everything I want in front of me'' she smiled. She loved him. She loved him so much it felt like she could explode anytime, because he didn't know that. At least she never told him it nor did he. ''I'm going to get into my bikini and then I'll jump into that Jacuzzi'' she smiled before giving him another peck on the lips.
Mads took a seat at the table on the balcony and lighted a cigarette. Five minutes later, his lover came out wrapped in a towel that dropped to the floor before she stepped into the Jacuzzi. ''You look so handsome right now'' she smiled as she admired how beautiful he looked in black and how extremely attractive he was when he sucked the smoke out of a cigarette. He always looked good, anyway. ''Come join me, daddy''.
Silence.
''What did you call me?''. He looked at her seriously as he took one last puff of his cigarette, eyes on her all the time.
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He got up, approached her, and grabbed her neck gently, pulling her close to him. His mouth millimetres away from hers. ''Tell me'' his voice was raspy and dark and Amelie's breath was heavy.
''Daddy'' she said, and with that Mads pressed his lips to hers like never before, sweet roughness in his lips and in the way he held her.
