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When; July 14 (Stupid Cupid Day), night
Rating; R/NC-17
Characters; Naoto [

naoto_two] & Giovanni [

60_08]
Summary; While both are cursed, Giovanni invites Naoto to dinner and... other activities. Back-commenting liek whoa, but that's okay.
Log;

It had been a long time since she'd gone on a date with anyone. She'd pulled out one of her favorite dresses, something simple and light that accentuated what sexual appeal she had; and now she was staring at herself in the hallway mirror, trying to keep the bangs from falling into her eyes, to no avail.

Ah, well. Some things couldn't be helped.

Naoto glanced at the clock impatiently. She couldn't say Giovanni was ever late. He tended to be punctual, and yet she still wished time would tick by faster.

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And time ticked slower still for the men with agenda.

It had been a strange afternoon - would he buy flowers or chocolate or wine, would she appreciate it, would he have to choose the restaurant, would she choose something different, would they even agree on much - and stranger still was the unique fascination with her womanly charms.

As considered nonexistent as they were before, during their first conversation.

Giovanni is honest to himself and to all - she was physically... lacking in certain departments, and she was a touch brash, but she was interesting in so many ways that mattered that it would make sense, really, that he'd only just recently figure out that tickled feeling in his mind telling him about her.

And those long, milk-like legs stretching on to forever helped.

But back on track.

Building 5, Apartment 36. A decent walk away, give or take ten minutes, and he was there. In front of the door, one hand set on knocking and the other on the grip of his gun in case the wrong person opened the door.

He was early.

The distant but all-too-loud knock shocked Naoto back to reality, and she made her way to the front door without appearing too hasty. She was glad her other roommates were busy elsewhere – Crowley trying to keep Aziraphale from dousing his car in holy water, and Havoc resting in his room thanks to gunshot wounds – because, though she knew they wouldn't mind terribly, they would still be an awful distraction in her meeting with Giovanni.

She checked the clock – who cared if he was early? – and opened the door, offering him a light smile. "It's good to see you."

How odd, though, those words. When had it been good to see him before? She couldn't remember, but at the same time, she didn't understand why. Ah, well. Sometimes things changed.

Looking good.

The first thought that came to mind when Naoto had opened the door and Giovanni had quietly let go of his gun, sliding his hand out of his suit jacket and quirking the corner of his mouth into a not-quite-smile.

Looking good, indeed.

"Shall I take you now, Naoto?" He asked, his tone light and his expression teasing. "And it's a pleasure to see you, too."

Giovanni stepped back, to let her pass. The night was young and the evening warm.

She took a moment to admire her date as she stepped into the hallway. He was clean and sharply dressed as always, complete with tie. What a dashing young man, she thought.

Take. Such a forceful word, and he'd used it earlier, too. "Let's not be too hasty," she replied, her voice edged with laughter. After closing the door behind her, she sidled up next to him and curled her fingers around his hand.

"Shall we go?"

He took her hand and held it gently, lifted it up and pressed the flat of the wrist against his lips, wetting the smallest patch of skin with the tip of his tongue before letting the hand go.

"I've no reason to wait, do I?"

And so Giovanni took her by the arm, down the stairs, out of the building, into the early evening wind. She would choose the restaurant, he would foot the bill, and what came next was all up for the taking, if he may say so.

If she was any other woman, she would have blushed at the kiss to the hand, but instead her smile only widened. She let him lead her outside, and she shivered a bit in the breeze. Unconsciously, she sidled closer to Giovanni, seeking warmth.

"Why don't we eat at Pandora's?" she suggested, tugging his sleeve in the direction of the high-class restaurant. In all her months in the City, she had never eaten there before. She'd always preferred the simpler establishments. But this night, with Giovanni... Well, it was a special occasion, wasn't it?

It was a delectable place, with a decent menu, and gladly he had ordered up for the best he could get in the place. Pandora's. Unique for a dining establishment, given the stigma the name had carried. It was probably fitting, in a way. As it was, Giovanni had decidedly been quiet throughout the meal, from the appetizers to the last glass of wine, letting the woman speak her mind if she chose. The dining table was a woman's bed, the sleeping room a man's, well, dining.

And so the evening flowed relatively slowly, with a soft burn in the back of Giovanni's mind relating the events up to the here and now, and he thought, for once, that the strange atraction wasn't so out of place in a city of uncommon places.

He called for the bill.

Actually, Naoto herself did not speak much. Quiet by nature, she had no reason to initiate small talk, only inquiring about how Giovanni was doing in the City and so forth. It was a quiet, methodical process that was really a step towards what both sought later that evening.

Naoto shivered just thinking about it.

After the bill was paid, they returned to the night, its blackness dotted by the numerous City lights that never died. The woman had a certain idea regarding the next item on the agenda, but she waited patiently. Like she'd said earlier, there was no reason to be so hasty.

They walked into the city streets well-fed and lounging about. There were many places to go, now, and not just physically. They walked, and walked, until their feet felt the beginnings of shoe aches, and with that Giovanni slid one hand around Naoto's waist, resting the flat of his palm over the curve of her hip and he bent down to whisper into her ear a few little words, dashed with a touch of naughty smile and a spoon of intentions.

Whether she blushed or not, he couldn't see in the light, but he'd said it, and she didn't push him away, and that was how they found themselves tangled just beyond the threshold of an empty apartment, after mischievously knocking on other people's doors and gaining irate calls or polite answers to their long-gone feet and bodies.

One warmed hand pressed to her cheek. His front keeping her in her place against the wall. The door open. The wind cool.

His mouth on hers.

She hadn't blushed. She had expected that sort of invitation from him, and it'd been so long, so why not?

But she was blushing now, even as she opened her mouth, accepting his tongue, her one hand gripping his shoulder and the other fingering the knot of his tie. At least she wasn't shivering anymore, at least not from the cold.

Somehow, she'd loosened his tie enough for it to fall away from his neck, the top buttons of his shirt unfastened to expose an alluring collarbone and scars from the metal neck ring. And somehow, one strap of her dress had fallen from her shoulder to her arm.

She ran a hand through his hair and kissed him harder.

She was pliant. She was warm. And he had her tongue in his mouth, twining with his and playing a little fencing over his teeth, before he broke off for their air.

She tasted like the wine from earlier. Tasted bittersweet.

"Bed or floor, love," he mouthed against her cheek as he ran his hands down her front, around her hips and back up and against her shoulder blades. "Or the wall?"

Soft feather-kisses along her jawline as Giovanni stripped Naoto's dress off, smoothly pulling the zipper down and giving her lingerie a quick tug, before that, too, came flying off her and into some distant corner they won't pay attention to. Giovanni was having his dining on her chest, pinked skin and severe scar adding an exhilarating chaser to the taste of woman in his mouth.

"I get to choose?" she breathed, but her answer caught in her throat as his lips found her breast. She was shuddering now, her back arched ever so slightly, hands groping for a hold on his shoulders and back.

It didn't really matter, did it?

But Naoto wasn't going to be the only one stripped bare. Suppressing her own whine, she pushed Giovanni back just enough so as to tear open the rest of his shirt, and there went his suit and belt and pants, to the floor.

Sex was a messy thing.

And so it was - she wasn't giving an answer. Yet.

"Do I have to decide for you, then?" He heaved up, lifted her off her feet a few inches and as she wrapped her legs around his waist, they grinded together. Together, sliding against the other and it didn't even seem like they'd make it anywhere beyond their little corner by the door.

"But I'd rather..."

"I'd rather have you on your back."

On her back?

If Naoto was any other woman, she probably wouldn't have protested. She would not have shoved off the wall with her elbows, twisting in such a way that they both lost their balance and toppled to the floor. It would hurt later, but not now, not as she straddled Giovanni, looming over him with the slightest smirk on her lips.

Grinding her hips against his, she dropped kisses along his collarbone and up his neck and jawline.

"I'd rather you on your back," she murmured, tongue darting out to lick at his ear.

"Just like a real lady would."

And that was how it got on - she went on to ride him like a cowgirl would a wild, strong stallion. Much like the ride one would not forget for a very long while.

A very long while.

~~[ooc: i ran out of brainsteam for this tag - TAKE THE FLOOR! pun not intended XD]~~

[ ooc: I... I had to end it. My brain is not capable of writing more. XD ]

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