[minor mature themes] Black Dahlia and True Blue - A Heist Gone Wrong

Amora pulled him closer, her smile faltering a little as nervousness began to creep into her mind. It was barely noticeable, or at least she hoped. What if she said the wrong thing and killed the moment? Amora took Cabacci’s other hand and her smile returned. “Well, what if we did? Maybe you could show me something new?”

She regretted her words almost instantly. Cabacci could take that in any direction, and it could seem that Amora was ridiculing him. She had made many of the first moves after all. Maybe making a correction would mend it. “You don’t seem to take the lead very much. Be confident in yourself. I know you want to, all you have to do is act on it.”
 
Blush crept up on Cabacci's face as he heard her words, he wasn't sure what to answer, it wasn't like he had an issue with her being the one to take control over the situation, but he wasn't one to back down from a challenge. With slow movement, he lifted his heels a bit, closing the space between them.

For once, he was the one to gently place a peck on her lips, it was certainly timid, weak, but it was the best he could do without melting right through the boards of his floor.
 
Amora let Cabacci kiss her, and the tension she felt immediately evaporated. He took that… surprisingly well. She smiled at him, looking almost relieved. “That was the best kiss I’ve ever had,” she said, feeling her hands on Cabacci’s with a strange euphoria, almost like she was flying among the clouds. The statement was true, because she had never actually kissed anyone else in this sense before. Amora had done it before of course, but there were never any true feelings behind any of the kisses she had given before. Not like this.

She contemplated using Black Dahlia to give him a bit more confidence, but she decided against it. Amora wanted his feelings to be genuine, and not influenced by anything else, especially her.
 
He raised an eyebrow, as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, faking confidence of course.

"Was it really?..." Cabacci begins to question her, his eyes half closed in a bit haze from the effort he'd done to actually get himself to take the first step. He gently leaned into her embrace, trying to calm his shaking breath.

"È stato intenso.... But it was nice, I wouldn't mind if we did it again some time-" He let out a soft chuckle, and against all odds, managed to push himself to try again, though, this time he left a gentle kiss on her cheek, eventually moving back to take in the color of her eyes, he was content with what he had now, he didn't need more than this, a moment of peace in the arms of this woman he honestly adored.
 
Amora nodded, grateful to be holding Cabacci closer. “It was by far the best. No hay duda al respecto.” She knew he probably wouldn’t understand what she was saying, but she didn’t care. “And I also wouldn’t mind doing it again. Maybe… we could do something more.”

Behind his back, she held one of Black Dahlia’s darts. He probably wouldn’t be able to see it due to its size, around the length of Amora’s pinkie finger, but she was careful to conceal it. Amora didn’t intend on using it, but just in case Cabacci suddenly turned on her for some odd reason, she was ready.
 
Cabacci looked away for a moment, unable to hide the fact he was a bit taken aback by her words, but he didn't deny her, nodding quickly as if agreeing with her despite the lack of words coming from him at that point.

"A-Anything, signora. I am not the brightest, but I am quick at learning. You just need to say the word."

He finally let his heels go back down to the ground, regaining stability in his body. A rather stupid smile plastered on his face while he looked at her features, darting around to take in more from her appearance, entranced by her entire existence. It was a moment of weakness. Perhaps it was simply that Cabacci didn't have a lot of mental fortitude, or simply the fact that he'd needed this for so long that he didn't think of the consequences.

He shook his head lightly, trying to fade those thoughts, but, there was always a lingering sensation that perhaps, neither of them fully trusted each other, though it was so hidden away in the back of his mind, that he didn't really acknowledge it at all.
 
Amora noticed something behind Cabacci’s eyes. She didn’t know what it was, and she didn’t really want to know, if she was being honest. Was it nervousness? Uncertainty? No, she was making it all up. Amora was just seeing her own emotions, and she only thought she was seeing them in Cabacci. That was the only explanation. She felt the small dart in her hand, its smooth, cool, obsidian-like texture bringing Amora back to reality.

“Let the lesson begin. What would you like me to teach you?” She asked, a smile creeping back into her eyes.
 
His eyes darted around for a second, trying to figure out anything that may make sense, but truth be told he wasn't exactly planning on anything in particular, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind, making him sound twice as corny, it definetely mae him feel ashamed, but it was too late to retract the words.

"I just want you to teach me how to make you happier I am not a perfect man, niente affatto. But, merda, I don't even know- Anything about this sort of thing, I cannot ask, for much, or say that I want this or that, all I want is just... To enjoy the moment, ha senso? I could just, really lay in your arms and do nothing for hours..."

He paused for a moment, looking at his own hands in search for the right words, but unable to find anything.

"It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?..."
 
Amora shook her head. "Not at all," she said quietly, trying not to disturb the serenity of the moment. "In fact, it sounds perfectly correct. It's different from anyone else I've been with." She sighed and looked off into the distance, lost in thought about something.

After a while, Amora spoke again. "I don't want our relationship to be like the others I had. I want it to be genuine. Without manipulation and based on our feelings for each other and nothing else." She sighed, putting a hand to her temples. "Sorry if it seems out of the blue."
 
He shook his head lightly, gently rest his head against her, deep in thought.

"It's not out of the blue... We both want things, don't we? I don't know from what kind of place, or life you come from but, considering how we found each other, I doubt it was pretty... But now that we are here, no need for us to worry, at least while we are here. Arriverà il momento, we will have to deal with my ol' pals, but that won't be today."

Cabacci explored the shape of her hand with his own, as if learning every curve and shape, every little detail of her phalanges, he was careful, treating her like a precious and delicate vase, not because he thought of her as weak, but rather out of love and respect.
 
Amora sighed, leaning back on the couch. "I just... don't want this to end up like so many others have." her voice was shaky and on the verge of breaking. "I don't want to use you." She shook her head, retracting from Cabacci a little bit.

Then, her voice broke. Amora only stole brief glances at him with glazed over eyes. "You're just..." She sighed again, not able to put her thoughts into words. "You see so much in me, and most of it isn't true." A tear slid down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away, not wanting to show weakness,
 
Cabacci's expression softened, he didn't try to pull her back into his embrace, allowing her to feel what she was going through, as much as he wanted to make her feel better, he didn't have any mind control, any sort of power that may change her mood, instead, he recognized that letting emotions flow, was the better option. He may had not been particularly so smart, but he understood what she meant to a degree.

He took a deep breath, trying to get her to look at him again.

"Hey... You're not using me, and you won't do so, I brought you here willingly, didn't I?..."
Finally, he gently took her hand, bringing it close to him and placing a tender kiss on her knuckles.

"All I see is a beautiful, strong, brave woman- One that went through a lot, you deserve to have someone to care for you. And while I am not perfect, I am an honest man. All these sudden emotions and changes are confusing- But my heart belongs to you, va bene? You're free to cry, to laugh... Anything, I will not judge you"
 
Amora looked up at Cabacci, her eyes widening a little almost in surprise before she scoffed. "I'm not brave. I'm not strong," she replied shakily. "All I do is manipulate other people and hide behind others. What's brave or strong about that?" She seemed angry, but it didn't seem that her anger was directed at Cabacci at all. "When..." Amora took a deep breath, stealing a glance at him, and continued. "When we danced, I thought about using Black Dahlia on you, to make you more confident, you see."

She sighed, pulling away from him even more. "I... don't know why I wanted to do that. Instincts built by years of manipulating other people, I guess." Amora looked at Cabacci again, hugging herself. "You probably hate me."
 
Cabacci took a moment to think about her words, sure, he wasn't exactly happy at her even considering manipulating him, his brow even furrowed for a second, but he tried to be reasonable and keep calm. After all, all she wanted to do was making him more confident, as much as it was strange, and could be scary to a degree, this man understood his own limits, he was not exactly the most confident person out there, especially when it came to love, in fact, it made him very, very self concious.

Hell, Cabacci had never really dated anyone, sure, he had an interest in certain women in his teenage years, even if they never really amounted to anything significant. But now that he was older, he didn't really find the time or interest on it, until he found Amora. She was everything he wanted, and even beyond that, she was what he didn't even know he needed,

"Non me lo aspettavo... But, I cannot say I blame you, I know I am difficult. We lived in chaotic spaces. I popped whoever I was told, you did what you were told for hire." He shrugged. "And I know it sounds strange but, it takes bravery, to do the things you did. Even if it was manipulation, or hiding behind others, you did it out of need, didn't you?- How could I ever hate someone trying to survive?"

He offered her a kind smile, a weak one, feeling conflicted, but his heart spoke louder than his brain, he let her have her space, but remained close, as if letting her decide when it was the right time to get close again.
 
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Amora shrugged, still unsure of what to say or do. "You aren't difficult," she said quietly. "Not at all. If anything, you're less difficult than me." She laughed at her words, and her cold demeanor melted away. "I'm sorry that I pushed you away. I'm just so used to getting close to people just for my own gain." Amora got a little closer to Cabacci, glancing occasionally at him with faint embarrassment. "I've never really been with anyone for the actual relationship, you know?" She sighed and put a hand to her temples, still a little angry with herself. "God, I'm such an asshole."
 
He chuckled quietly at her last remark, scooting closer to her with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"It's alright, you don't need to worry about that now, I told you before, I trust you. And... Eh, maybe you are an asshole. But, we can be assholes together, don't you think?"

Cabacci winked at her playfully, trying to lighten the mood, it was the best he could do at that time.
 
Amora couldn’t help but smile at Cabacci’s silliness. “Yeah, I suppose we could. Really sexy ones at that.” She laughed and brushed the tears from her eyes. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” she added, blushing slightly. “God, you’re charming. Did I ever talk you that?”

Amora scooted closer to Cabacci, her jovial attitude returning just as quickly as it had left.
 
Cabacci let out a somewhat sheepish laugh, he wanted to deliver a comeback or something similar to her compliment, but he didnt want to ruin the mood, so instead he took it, and welcomed her back in his personal space, gently cleaning what remained from the tears she may have missed, though it was more or less just an excuse to feel her skin again.

"I'm not always this charming. But for you? Andrei fino alla fine del mondo e ritorno-" He paused, shaking his head a bit as he tried to find the correct words in english. "-What I meant is, that I'd go to the end of the world and back."

He couldn't really explain how he'd change his opinion about her so fast, it was strange, as if his soul had somehow been hooked by hers the moment he made proper eye contact with her for the very first time.

"Anyway it's... Getting late, we will need our energy for tomorrow- But I don't really want to leave your side..." He admits, it was rather obvious what he was implying.
 
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Amora nodded, looking fondly at Cabacci. "Who said you have to leave?" she purred, giving him a sly look. "We can just stay right here and just... bask in one another's presence." She sighed and leaned back on the couch, looking sleepy. "Wouldn't that be nice? To just..." Her voice sounded far away. "Stay here?" Amora didn't know why she felt so tired. It seemed like just a moment ago she was full of energy, but now she was ready to fall asleep.

Dancing is tiring, she supposed. Not the waltz, but the dance of desire, around the flames of their raging emotions. Dodging them, but getting deliciously close was harrowing, but only made them stronger and larger, like a rampant wildfire, which made it even harder to continue. Yes, that was why she was tired.

Now, Amora wanted to let the wildfire die down, to become glowing embers beneath the ashes of their previous confusion and distrust. The warmth ready to grow into a flame once more when the time arose. Waiting until more fuel was added. Waiting for another night like this one, where the silence smothered the world, waiting for someone to shatter it without thinking. It reminded Amora of a story she once read, where the world was all a dream created by a grand eldritch deity, where the universe itself would shatter if it awoke. Maybe the world was a dream, and if it was, she didn't want to wake up from it. She wanted this moment to stretch on forever.
 
Cabacci wasn't sure of how to reply, he felt as if his entire being was burning, his body, his mind, his soul, but despite it at all, it was... Oh so pleasant to let the warmth envelop him. He nodded slowly, leaning into the couch too. His eyes remained locked onto hers.

His heart felt like it would come out of his chest any minute, the dance they'd both participated in had only made his heart ache for more of her presence, her time, to breathe in her attention and drink the color of her eyes. The more time he spent around her, the more he felt the magnetism between them grow.

Finally he spoke. "You're right... Let's stay here, in fact. I...." He paused, cursing under his breath as he found himself struggling to speak. "I... want to be in your arms tonight... Would you allow me, tesoro mio?" Cabacci slowly approached her, with a smile that showed shame, but gentle, honest love towards her, nothing but the desire to lay in her arms, and simply rest his head against her until the sun rose again.
 
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