Nico walked at a slow and measured pace. His suit not daring to crease as he moved, his shoes gleaming, not a hair out of place. He held out his hand and a smaller, delicate one slipped into it. After kissing the knuckles, he tucked the hand into the crook of his elbow, his eyes roaming over his date appreciatively.
"You look particularly delectable tonight, Gianna," And it was true.
Gianna looked good enough to eat in her burgundy dress. It clung to her in all the right place. Hugging her hips, emphasizing her small waist and giving him a spectacular view of her cleavage.
He was mentally kicking himself for not having taken her out on a date sooner.
"If we were not out in public I would be ravishing you right this very moment," Truer words had never been said, but they were only part of the truth. On the other hand, the mafioso was also kicking himself for taking her out at all. He was getting too attached. Too emotional in a relationship that was bound to get messy when she realized his plan to keep their future child to himself and kick her to the curb.
After the test had come back negative, he had buried himself in his work, avoiding her for a little while. Thinking that a bit of controlled abstinence would help be better able to handle issues pertaining to her. That had backfired spectacularly. Unlike the last time when he had nearly torn his dick off, during the recent two week break from her, even wanking had not been enough to make him forget her, not even for a brief moment. She had woven herself into his fantasies.
No matter what he did, or who he tried to picture, it always ended up being her he thought of. Her name on his lips as he came. The memory of her face, of her body beneath his, following him into his dreams. Not only that, he had also found himself thinking of her even outside the bedroom.
A bouquet of flowers, held in the hands of a smiling old man reminded him of her rosy smell. The sound of children laughing had him wondering if their child would have a laugh as warm as hers. He saw a girl in bright swirling skirt and he wondered if Gianna had ever made something like that. A young couple walking side by side, holding hands as they stopped to laugh at an inside joke had him smiling too. Thinking of how nice it would be, him and Gianna at some point in the future. Out and about somewhere enjoying the scenery and each other's company.
It was an attachment he could not afford. So he had tried to keep her at arm's length. But all he had done was prove an old age saying 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'.
In his case it was not just the heart either, his whole body missed her. Missed the way they fit together, the way she reacted to every touch like he was setting her alight.
When he had finally given in and called her in the middle of the night, he had been unable to contain himself. Nico had awaited her arrival with all the patience of a cat stalking its prey. When Gianna had finally arrived, he had put on an act. The indifferent gentleman, completely happy to just spend the evening on the couch, watching TV. That had lasted for a whole thirty minutes, with Gianna eating homemade popcorn next to him.
The moment some of the corn had fallen down Gianna's shirt and into her bra. Nico's mask of politeness had cracked and withered away. Leaving nothing but the horny beast below. He had launched himself at her with such force that they had rolled off the couch, popcorn flying everywhere. Nico had fucked her on his living room carpet, both their clothes still partly on. Her knees and palms ruined from being on all fours as he draped himself over her, hammering into her from behind. She had come screaming so loud he had worried she would lose her voice. And when he had tried to move them to the bedroom, she had flipped them. Gianna had grabbed his half hard cock and begun rubbing at the sensitive flesh of her cunt. Ignoring his feeble protests
"Gianna, wait I am still too raw I uh-"His moans of protest soon turning into those of pleasure. The sight of her looking like a conquering heroine, her breasts free, bouncing wildly as she moved her hand over his shaft, her nipples hard and bruised, had been enough for him to harden fully again.
Once she had felt his dick go from soft to rock hard, she had guided the head into her. Letting him sink all the way into her, a cheshire grin on her face.
She had ridden him like he was a wild stallion that she needed to tame. Keeping Nico's dick snuggly in her no matter how hard his thrusts got. Nico had come so hard his eyes has rolled back.
Later, with both of them still laying on the rug. Her soft breaths tickling him as she slept, he had come to a decision.
Conception was sensitive. And as amazing as the sex was. He could not just go for it all guns blazing, he needed to set the mood. So that was what he had done. Eating with her when he could, cooking together, watching television, reading. A vast difference from the battering ram approach he had taken in the past. Simple every day things that they did together, growing more comfortable with each other.
There was a part of him that pointed out that these were things couples did, but he shushed it. They were not dating and they never would. They were just things he was doing so that the possibility of her falling pregnant was higher.
Like the not-date they were currently on. They were just two people sharing a meal at a fancy Italian restaurant. And if things went well(which they would, he would make sure of that), then they would end the night with some serious baby making exercises.
The restaurant was owned by a retired captain who had to leave his post after he lost an eye, but was still loyal to the family. Luca was a good man, an honorary uncle to Nico.
A point proven when right after they sat down, the man himself came to greet them.
"Don Bianchi," He said, kissing Nico's cheeks. The look on his face one of absolute respect.
A moment ruined when seconds later he drew Nico into a hug so tight the don saw some of his hidden security reach for their weapons. But the man let go soon after and they relaxed.
"And who is this lovely creature?" He asked, and Gianna blushed. The old man had always been a charmer. In his youth there had been many ladies fighting over him. At least according to Andre.
"Gianna Alonso," She held out a hand to shake but the older man dragged her into a hug, lifting her off her feet.
"Pleasure to meet you, Gianna Alonso, any lady worth our Nico's time must be exceptional," He said when he finally put her down. Then he turned to Nico.
"Nico, why has it been so long since I last saw you. Look at you, all skin and bones, I must remedy this," With that he was gone, leaving a wide eyed Gianna, who looked like she had just been dragged by a tornado.
Smiling at her shell-shocked look, Nico laughed, coming over to pull out her chair.
"That, was my uncle Luca. Easy excitable, but he has big heart,"
Their meal arrived within minutes. And as they ate, they talked. She told him of his day, the clients she'd had, and he in turn shared some funny stories about his business associates. Making sure not to give names and to leave out the bloody bits.
She laughed more than she ever had in his presence. It made Nico feel all warm inside.
They were almost done with their meal when Nico caught sight of yet another familiar face entering the restaurant. Andre spotted Nico almost immediately after, and then made a beeline towards him.
"Nico, fancy seeing you here, and with a date no less," He said when he caught sight of Gianna. Changing from trying to engage Nico to turning all his attention on her.
"Are you the lovely beauty who has been keeping our Nico on his toes. Teaching him to enjoy life for once without trying to wrestle it to the ground and command it?" Well, that was one way of putting it, except what he and Gianna did behind closed doors and on every available surface involved a fair bit of wrestling.
Judging by Gianna's blush she was thinking the same thing.
"Though I am not much of a wrestler, I do sometimes dabble. That is how I keep Nico occupied. I am Gianna Alonso, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr…" She smiled up at Andre, all teeth and Nico was suddenly hot under the collar…had she really just said that?
Andre laughed, as shocked by the response as Nico was.
"You may call me Andre, young lady. I would warn you to keep this one" He pointed at Nico "on a short leash. But I have a feeling you already have him wrapped around your little finger,"
His consigliere looked ready to pull up a chair. Willingly making himself a third wheel. Something Nico was completely against. He was saved from having to resort to childish tactics like kicking Andre under the table by the arrival of a new group. They waved to Andre and reluctantly excused himself , leaving them once again a table of two instead of three.
"He seems nice," Gianna said, reaching for her cake and taking a bite.
"Tch…nice, that is the first time I have ever had anyone describe Andre like that," She gave him an inquisitive look, running a finger up and down her dessert fork.
"Who is he to you?" She asked and Nico found no reason to lie to her. "Andre, is my consigliere," He answered honestly.
"Oh," And that was all Gianna said on the matter. And Nico suddenly found himself ridiculously grateful that he had chosen her. She was not active in the life but she had grown up on the fringes of it. She knew the unwritten rules, when to push and when to stay silent. Their meal ended in an easy going mood and by the time they made it back to the car Nico had made a decision. That night, he would not fuck, her, no, that night…they were going to make love.