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

Amora gave a small laugh as Cabacci introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, Cabacci," she said, adopting a mock-formal demeanor. "My name is Amora Taylor, and did you mention something about a house?" She didn't know much Italian, but she knew a few words were like that of another language she was quite proficient in.

She thought for a moment before adding, "Oh, and by the way, do you have any other abilities I should know about, tampering with emotions, perhaps?"

Amora asked the question with no anger in her voice. She seemed genuinely curious, and she might even seem a little confused as well, but that could very well be Cabacci's imagination. Who knows?
 
Abacci nodded. "Amora? Pretty nice name." He says with a soft smile as he said her name, almost as if tasting each letter.

He was taken aback by her question, for a moment he had to bring himself back to earth and remind himself not every person he found knew italian.

"Sì, sì... My house your house, yes?" He says, clasping his hands together, though his cheerful demeanor was soon replaced by confusion as she asked about his Stand or his own abilities.

"Well I'm... Very good at making people scared with my fists." He says with a big proud grin.
 
Amora shook her head. "No, I meant-" she cut herself off, blushing slightly. "Um, never mind." She cleared her throat and stood there awkwardly.

Of course he can't! If he could, he'd have probably done the same thing I was doing back there at the museum, Estúpida!

She quickly tried to cover for herself. "Anyways, was there any specific reason you wanted me to help you, or was it just that we happened to be under the same circumstances?"
 
Abacci had to take a minute to think, why did he really want her help? He may be a mobster, and not at all shy from killing people, but he was not a liar.

"Well, truth be told bella, you seem like a reliable person." He shrugged, it was the best he could come up with. "And that Stand of yours seems like a true menace, really, my True Blue barely managed to push it back! Molto suggestivo" He nods in approval.

"For now though, focus on the healing, we ain't popping no assasins without you on your best shape."
 
Amora puffed out her chest. "Well, I'd still say I'm in optimal shape," she said cockily. "I could take so many assassins right now. I don't think you can even grasp how many would just absolutely crumble if you let me at them." She smirked at Cabacci. "And with you assisting me, there's no limit to how many we could fend off. Don't you think?"

She still didn't know how she felt about him. Sure, he was funny, handsome, and charming, but he tried to kill her! Amora was slowly starting to disregard that fact, and she caught herself looking into Cabacci's eyes for a longer period of time than what most people would consider to be normal.

"Are you sure your Stand doesn't have any other abilities that you're not letting on?"
 
He crossed his arms as she questioned him, his eyes narrowing a bit.

"Gesù Cristo, no, I ain't lying. True Blue's good and punching, punching and more punching... But I guess I do have, sort of a skill? Non lo so... You could call it an ability I suppose. God Complex, yes? Makes it stronger the more confident I am." He nods to his own statement.
He was about to keep boasting about his amazing Stand, until he finally took a moment to realize how much Amora was actually making eye contact with him. He quickly gazed away, trying to hide his clear nervousness with a cough, as he dismissed the odd feeling in his stomach.

"What about yours... You mentioned mind control, yours can do that, non è vero?"
 
Amora gave a quick nod. "Sí, but, you don't have a dart sticking out of your head now, do you?" The question struck her as an odd one. Why would he ask about her Stand? Didn't he trust her? She decided it was best to try and find out. "Why do you ask? Is something wrong?" Amora looked at Cabacci with mild concern and nervousness. Maybe he was thinking about going back on their deal.

"I can assure you, you're not under some sort of mind control, mi amigo."
 
He waved his hand lightly. "Mind control don't work very well on me. Might be an issue with il mio cervello." He says, tapping at his own forehead, as if acknowledging the fact he wasn't particularly brilliant.

"I noticed the darts either way, litte hearts, True Blue would've caught them 'fore they got to me." He said confidently. "Inoltre, I have no reason to worry about that, we have a common goal, yes? We are a team now."
 
Amora nodded and began pacing around the room, brushing past Cabacci multiple times, each time sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. There was no point in denying how she felt anymore. She knew how she felt about him, and he probably knew as well. He seemed like a gentleman. It would surely explain why he was, at least to Amora, respectfully choosing to ignore the signs she had unwillingly given him.

"You know, I've got something I've gotta tell you..."
 
Cabacci raised an eyebrow, checking his clothes for a moment as if wondering if he had something on him, of course, he knew he didn't, but he prefered to play dumb.

"Do... I have something on me? Cattivo odore?"

He shook his head quickly.

"Nevermind, what is it that you had to say?..."
 
Amora cleared her throat, blushing a little bit. "Well, I just wanted to say you look really good when you're breaking a girl's ribs in a fist fight, that's all."

Oh, God. That was horrible.

She blushed even further, not believing the words that came out of her mouth. She resisted the urge to walk out of the room and leave Cabacci by himself, instead just staring at him, dumbfounded by her own sheer brazenness.
 
He froze for a moment, his teeth clenching in surprise as he took in her words, he was about to say something but it mostly came out as nonsense.

"Well I uh, you- That was not, well- T-Thank you. I mean, I am sorry for almost punching your ribs into your vital organs but I appreciate the- Yeah... Mhm, lo apprezzo molto-"

He crossed his arms and nodding slowly, trying to act cool, but it was impossible to hide how red he'd turned in his attempt to cover up his shame, at this point, even his housekeepers were staring at them from a distance, the tension in the room was too much to bear, forcing many of them to simply walk on and not stare at the display that these two had been showing, they really didn't seem human at this point.
 
Amora brushed her hair behind her hair in a very obviously flirty fashion. "Oh, you don't need to apologize," she said with a small laugh, getting a little closer to Cabacci. "It's all okay. Don't worry about it!" she smiled at him, her face a slight pinkish color. "Black Dahlia speeds up my healing abilities, so I'll be good as new in about a day or two."

The jig was up now. The barrier between them had been broken, and there was no use in denying it. "Which is really good news," Amora added, her smile becoming less goofy.
 
Cabacci's eyes finally locked with Amora's, it was impossible for him to pretend anymore, his face was flushed crimson, it was too much for his brain to handle.

He was going to keep playing stupid and say something to get out of the situation, but in the end, there was this odd magnetism he felt towards the woman, it felt... Good? Incredibly awkward of course, after all, he hadn't known of this woman for even a day, but it seemed they were too far gone.

"Sei fortunato, and very skilled, not many are abe to hold up against True Blue. I'm glad you did though... Really, would've hated to really hurt una donna bella e intelligente like you-"

He was smug, clearly flirting back, until he finally heard himself openly talking about her looks and intelligence, he couldn't deny it either, his walls were down, allowing for a brief but sweet moment of vulnerability. Cabacci thought about that one time his Boss mentioned how Stand users often attracted more of their own kind, of course the Capo meant it in a way that destiny weaved paths to force Stand users to encounter each other, but Cabacci now associated it with the fact he was very much losing his mind over who, just a few minutes ago, was a total stranger.
 
With the tension between them broken, Amora relaxed, and she seemed less tense. A playful smile spread across her face as she thought of a retort. "Oh yeah?" she asked, draping her arm across his shoulder. "You would have really hated to hurt little old me?" She leaned forward, not really knowing what she was doing. It just felt right. "Well, I feel the same way. I'm glad I didn't kill you over some arrow. Then I wouldn't have been able to do this."

Amora leaned forward, their faces becoming inches apart. She hesitated for a moment, waiting to see Cabacci's reaction before going through with it.
 
Cabacci's sarcastic and cocky expression once again shifted onto one of shock, he had never really got this far, despite being quite good looking, and having enough dough to have whoever he wanted, he never really had any sort of romantic interest before, this was new, terrifying as well, but it felt somewhat comforting the closer he leaned to her.

"Do uh.. Do what exactly?"

His breath hitch in his throat, there was no point in trying to actually pretend or act as if he didn't have any feelings towards this woman, but this was defintely not the way he expected it to go. He wasn't exactly good at being romantic, but he always thought it'd be in some, fancy place or something else, rather than in this situation, running away, fighting, but he couldn't be picky, besides this was just, a kiss, maybe it was trick, maybe she just wanted to earn his simpathy further, but he didn't want to think about that now.

He didn't move away, instead, remaining focused on Amora as he felt her breath gently blow across his own features.
 
Amora was a little surprised that Cabacci didn’t pull away. He seemed just as surprised as her about this situation, as well as a little nervous. She was also nervous, but she didn’t show any signs that she felt that way. That would only make the situation that much more awkward. Amora took this as a sign to do what she had been wanting to do ever since she had first laid eyes on Cabacci.

She closed the distance, her lips meeting with his. Something within Amora seemed satiated, but also burned brighter, waiting for something more. What was it called? Desire? Whatever it was, it was sweeter than anything she had ever known, no reward or bounty from any of the jobs Amora had done could ever compare to this fleeting moment.
 
Cabacci's almost seemed to melt into her touch, returning the kiss though in a shyer manner. His usual gruff demeanor turning softer, kinder as he reached out with his hand, tenderly resting it on the side of her head, moving a strand of hair away.

After a few seconds, he finally was the one who chose to move away, unable to hide his blush and the obvious shaky breathing that came from within him.

"Well that was uh..." He scratched the back of his head. "I probably did it terrible, mi scuso per questo-"

He cleared his throat, not able to describe even his own mind what exactly he just experienced, the racing in his heart, the sweetness on his lips, the... Well, burning and twirling sensation on his brain, it was like an explosion, but a nice one, then again, Cabacci loved all explosions.
 
Amora breathed out a barely audible laugh. “I think you did great, Cabacci,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Even if you do talk to yourself in a very fancy language all the time.”

She smiled and pulled away from him, still not fully believing what had just happened. How had she fallen for Cabacci that fast? Just a few hours ago, he had tried to kill her. It hardly mattered to Amora now. She was enamored with him, just as much as he was with her.

Amora could feel herself becoming lost in Cabacci’s brown eyes, her green ones glazed over in thought.

“I thought you were using your Stand to make me feel this way. I’m sorry for that. It just seemed… strange.”
 
He crossed his arms over his chest, looking away as he tried with every ounce of his energy to regain control of his body, even if the heat on his face didn't seem to leave.

"I wouldn't do that... I may be a gangster, but I am no mostro.."

Cabacci sighed, he wanted to act like nothing happened, walk away and pretend he never let his defense down, but it was too late for him to do that.

"But I must admit uh... I never- Thought my first kiss would be that nice. Grazie."
 
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