After some check ups and tests, he was discharged the next day, fine and fit. Everyone, but Nanny Maria was there to take him back home. Nanny Maria stayed back to prepare everything she knew he and Luna loved to eat. She'd been up and running since the morning.
They had come in a six seater van, so they could all go back in one car.
"Uhh, Luna, you can stay away from Zeno now, it's not like he's going anywhere." Marco said as he drove them to the DeFalco mansion, and before Luna could give him a reply, Mea slapped his shoulder, telling him to face the road and leave her alone, earning Mea a high five from Luna. And Zeno teasing him, and telling him to listen to his girlfriend more, because she seemed wiser.
On getting back home, it was a feast. Maria had prepared almost everything possible. Thank goodness the house was filled with workers. Because just them alone would not be able to eat all that food even after a week.
"Zee, my boy. I'm glad you pulled through." Edoardo makes a toast and they all clank their glasses. Maria kept on stuffing food up his mouth, making him taste almost everything on the table, and not only him, even Luna, the woman fed them both like this was their last meal.
"They are not the only ones here, I'm also here." Marco had complained, and Mea just shook her head tiredly, and asked if he was the one who got shot? Or if he was the one who has been in the hospital bed for three months.
And he responded by saying he was the one who has been doing all his work since, stating that Zeno was in the hospital doing nothing but sleep, and he was the one who really needed an applause and a toast, and be hand fed for being a pretty perfect assistant.
After all his nagging, Maria shuts him up by putting some shrimp into his mouth, and then she feeds him some more food to satisfy him. Zeno even made a toast in his name, for being a pretty perfect assistant as he had said, moving the man to the point of tears, where they made fun of him for being a softie.
Marco had a room in the DeFalco mansion, so he and Mea stayed for the night there. For the first time in a long time, everyone in the house could sleep with a completely peaceful heart, the family was complete, everyone was home and well. It was a blissful night, and they all slept with ease. At least most of them did…
Luna tried closing her eyes, but she just couldn't. Not when he was just right across her room. Not wanting to think about anything else again, she sneaks out of her room like a rat, hopping and running silently, even when there was no one outside to see her. And like a thief in the night, she slipped into his room.
"Piccola?" He calls, surprised and amused that she was actually in his room, because he was just thinking of her, and wondering if it would be bad if he snuck into her room, wondering if she was probably asleep. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong?" he asks as he stands up from his bed, only to be halted there as the robe that wrapped her pretty little figure loosened and dropped to the floor. Oh she was wicked…
Taking careful steps, she moved towards him, and the only light that was on in the room was his bedside lamp, but he could still see her clearly, completely naked before him, could see the way she moved, and he noticed something different, like a blemish on her skin, on the side of her thigh to be precise, close to her hip, but as she moved closer, he realized it was a tattoo. She had gotten the tattoo done, and as she neared him, and the light shined on her more, he could see it clearly, what kind of tattoo it was…
ZENO… she had tattooed his name on her skin, this crazy little devil. And now she stood in front of him, and she took her hand to his bare chest, and she leaned in and kissed him there, and it burned where her lips touched, and she kissed the part of flesh close to that black spot on his chest, and he felt those tingles.
Her slim fingers traced his abs, till it reached that V shaped spot right above the band of his trousers, and he felt the electricity pass through his every muscle, reaching his bones. And he holds on to her shoulder with one hand, and the other held up her chin, looking into those beautiful puppy black eyes. "You got a tattoo?" he asks, a soft smile playing on his lips, and she nods. "What kind?" he croons above her lips, even though he already knew what was written there.
But she was being daring tonight too, "See for yourself," she says, and the smile on his face quickly changed to a smug. "Do you really want me on my knees again?" he asks, and the question was not supposed to sound like that, but it sounded so raunchy to her, she still remembered what happened when he went on his knees before, and the thought alone excited her, so… "Yes,"
Lords! She was tempting. So goddamn seducing. And he wanted to damn did he love being seduced by her. Nothing was harder than talking to the woman you love while she is completely skyclad. He tried keeping his eyes on just her face, trying his best not to look at her tempting breasts that laid bare before him, and now she was tempting him.
"Alright then," he was going to fall for this temptation. So slowly, he was on one knee before her, face to face with that holy triangle in the middle of her legs. He wasn't doing anything to her… at least not yet, but just the fact that he was face to face with her, she could already feel that place throb.
He places his hand on her waist, and turns her to the side. And his fingers traced the strokes of his name on her skin. And she shuddered, at how soft his touch was. "You dummy," he mutters. "It must have hurt a lot," he leaned in and kissed her there, the Z, the E, the N, and the O. He kissed all the letters on her skin, and rose to his feet, and a word of protest tore from her lips, but she swallowed it back.
And he wanted to laugh, seeing her unamused expression, but he also swallowed it. Instead he pulls her into a tempting hug, pressing her breasts upon his chest, and then unexpectedly, "try not to moan my name too loud," he croons into her ear, as he slid his hand down her back, palming her bum, squeezing her in his palm, "we don't want to wake everyone up,"