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She showed up with her bags at her side. She took a deep breath. It had been years since she had been in this place. Although she had some good times with her team. The loss of them left a whole inside her.
She was able to make it out and have a semi normal life. She was married to a man of the law and had a beautiful daughter. She wondered why she came back. She was happy not using her Stand. She was happy not being in life and death situations. But Giorno needed her help, there was no way she wouldn’t accept the job. She was about to knock on the door, but it had opened in expectation of her. She walked in. She knew the layout, so she walked back to his office. He was sitting at his desk waiting for her.
“I’m glad you decided to help out. We haven’t quite recovered. Fugo is back in the fold but that just leaves me, Trish and Mista.”
She winced at the name Mista.
“What do you need from me?”
“Just what you do best. We need to get in without anyone knowing. Your room is…”
“Down the hall to the left.”
“You remembered.”
Just then Mista walked into the room. He stared at her, and she barely looked at him.
She began to unpack her things when there was a tap at the door.
“Hey.” Mista walked in. “I wanted to thank you for helping out.”
“Giorno already thanked me.”
“I know it’s been a really long time since we…”
“We what? You mean you decided to fuck everyone!”
“I’m trying to apologize about things.”
“Apologize? About things? You are too late Guido,” he hated when she said his name like that, “You are always too late!”
“Please let me explain…”
“I don’t need you to explain anything. I know how cheating works. Anyways we are much older now. That, what we had was a lifetime ago. A lifetime I choose to forget.” She was surprised by the anger she felt. She started to regret her words, even though they were true.
He gave up trying to make things right. He turned to walk out the door.
She couldn’t let it end that way. At least not before a mission.
“Hey, it’s been a long trip. I’m a little cranky. I didn’t realize that I was still so angry at you. Don’t worry about apologizing. Like I said it was a lifetime ago. I’m a wife and a mother now and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’m sorry for my outburst. I should get some rest before we do this.”
He felt better but still wanted to tell her… He didn’t even know what he could say to make her want him again.
“Sure thing. I’ll let you rest up.”
The job
She was hit and fell to the ground. Blood was pouring from her side. Her stand was cut down too. The poisonous thorns had been shredded. She let out a few coughs with blood spurting out.
“Did you take the antidote?” Her voice was gravelly.
Mista lifted her up carried her to the next hallway.
‘Yes, I took it. I’m okay. We got what we needed. He placed her on the floor. She was sitting slumped up against the wall. “Leave me…” she coughed, “you can get out if here. Please it’s too late. She (Her Stand) is fading.”
He placed her arm around him. They headed for the back stairs. He told number 5 to find Giorno so he could save her. She was going in and out of consciousness.
He thought he heard her whisper “She’s yours.”
“I can’t take you Stand.”
She laughed deliriously. He knew she was fading. They made it to the car where Fugo and Giorno were waiting with engine still running. He laid her down in the backseat. Giorno got out of the passenger seat and sat beside her so her could heal her. Mista was shouting her name as he stood by the car door.
“Get in!” Fugo screamed. Mista sat down with his head in his hands. He was drenched in sweat. “Mista, Mista,” number 5 was still hanging around, “He’ll save her. Mista!”
The car screeched off.
Mista carried her into her room and placed her on the bed.
“She’s okay, she might be knocked out for a while. Fugo and I will figure out what we found if you want to watch over her for a bit. When you get tired, I can send the maids in.” Giorno left it to Mista.
He wiped the sweat from her forehead and pulled the damp curls from the sides of her face. He knew he shouldn’t but her caressed the side of her face. He remembered how he wasn’t a good guy to her. He loved her, he always did but he was in the life. He didn’t want to be tied down. And now he wished nothing more than to be tied down with her.
He heard her waking up. She raised herself and rested her back on the head board of the bed. She grabbed her side. It was still sore. “Giorno.” She said silently. “He’s always…” She looked up and his black eyes were deeper than she had ever seen before. They were like deep black pool of magnetism. They were starting to tear up, but he choked it back, “I thought I was … I mean we were going to lose you.”
She attempted to get up from the bed, but she was still weak. She fell into him. He held her up. Something deep in her belly fluttered. Her face brushed against his. Time had suspended itself. The faint rush of his breath on her ear took her back to the way she used to feel about him. She was just about to come back to reality when he took her mouth into his. The kiss was long and deep. She let his tongue guide hers. She could feel herself falling. She pulled away but he was still holding her. Before she could object, he said, “Let me apologize right. I know you will be gone tomorrow.”
She took her hands and cupped his face and returned the kiss. Her hands ran up his cheeks. Her fingers slid under his cap, and it fell to the floor. He gently laid her back into the bed and removed his shirt. His body was way more chiseled than she remembered. He was on top of her. Their noses touching. She lifted up to kiss him, but he had already started moving down her body with his lips. He lifted her shirt over her head. They gazed into each other’s eyes as if those were all the words they needed to say. His tongue trailed down her cleavage. He reached his hands behind her and unhooked her bra. He took the center gore of her bra in between his teeth and lifted. She was still in a little pain, but she managed to wiggle her arms out of the straps. As he continued to plant kisses on her, he softly kissed the bandages on her side. His hands were at her hips sliding her pants down along with her panties. She took her feet to pull them down and flung them on the floor. She began to breath heavily as his fingers began to play with her. His fingers began to trace her sweet spot. It was beginning to become slick. He took his thumb and outlined her almost swollen lips. Even though she knew she shouldn’t keep on she was dripping with excitement. He watched as she bit her lip to keep herself from making any noise. He lowered his head and began to use his tongue in the same way he was using his hands. He sucked on her clit, and it made a popping noise. He then began to intensely kiss her pussy. Her legs began to open wider. She could no longer contain herself. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Her hands clung to the sheets underneath her naked body. Her back started to arch. Before she could reach her orgasm, his mouth let go. He stood up and took of his pants. He was kneeling on the bed. She lifted her hand up to stop him from crawling on top. She went to him, now both of them kneeling on the bed. She put her hand on his chest and pushed him, so he was now sitting with his legs sprawled out. She ran her fingers through his dark hair in wonderment. How had he changed this much? Why did he take too long to change? She placed her palm on his cheek and came to him. She wrapped her legs around him. She lifted herself up so he could slide himself into her. She began to kiss him like it was a dream. Their bodies pressed closer and closer. The intensity of the heat between their body created moistness that was making it easier for them to slide against each other. His chest on her chest. As the movements got deeper and slower his head rested in the crevice of her neck. His moans were muffled in her flesh. The sound made her want him to go deeper into her. They began to speed up. Both painfully wanting to orgasm. Even though her wound started to bleed through the bandages her body kept moving with his. Finally, they both began convulsing in ecstasy.
It was morning and he was still in her bed naked under the sheets. She was sitting on the side of her bed zipping up her bags. She walked to the window and breathed the fresh air. She wouldn’t see this place again. She knew it. She just came to help and tie up loose ends. She heard him mumbling in his sleep. He was about to wake up. She released her stand and the pricky thorns slinked across the floor and underneath the sheets. She pricked him. He would be out for at least a few hours. She took everything she brought and headed out.
Giorno and Fugo were at the door to say their goodbyes.
Giorno went back upstairs to her room. Mista was awake sitting on the edge of the bed.
“She forgot I took the antidote to protect me from her poison.” He sounded down.
“I’d thought you’d be in a better mood. I walked by the room last night and it sounded like you two were making up.” Giorno saw him tapping what looked like a photo in his hand.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“I heard her say it, but I didn’t know what she was talking about.”
Giorno looked perplexed.
“You know she has a daughter?” Mista asked.
“Yes, with her husband. Did she tell you he was a cop?” he laughed in disbelief.
“It’s not his.” He got up still naked and placed the picture on the bed. He walked out of the room and headed to his.
Giorno went over to the photo and saw the picture of the beautiful little girl. She looked like her mother but the dark eyes that stared back at Giorno were all too familiar.