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

Amora nodded, perking up a little bit. "Yeah! Muy bueno!" She paused for a moment. "Uhh... very good." She cleared her throat and blushed a little bit. "Sorry." Amora assumed a slightly cheery demeanor, but it was obvious she was a little tipsy. She looked at Cabacci, and then to the empty wine bottle. "Umm... did we drink that entire bottle of wine?"
 
Cabacci looked at the bottle, trying to count how many glasses he'd had, and, despite not wanting to worry her, he'd only really had about two glasses, so he decided to ignore it, nodding awkwardly.

"Well- Yes, we did, bella. Don't worry, I saved it for special ocassions so, what's done is done..."

He took a deep breath, brushing a few strands of hair behind his ear.

"The movie's gonna finish soon so... Time to take a rest probably. Want anything to snack on? We've been running around all day, and so-"

He wasn't really that peckish or anything, he wanted an excuse to take a moment and breathe, walk around for a moment, but he suspected Amora wouldn't let him go anywhere.
 
Amora shrugged. "I mean, if you want something, go ahead," she replied, sitting up so Cabacci could move. "But if you are, get me something too, please." She smiled and looked at Cabacci fondly. "I just want to rest here for a bit."

Amora yawned and moved away from Cabacci so he could get up and settled into a new spot.
 
He sighed in relief, but just as he was about to stand up, he turned to her, smilling tenderly.

"I will be right back."

Cabacci headed towards the kitchen, which was, way too large and with much more equipment than he'd ever need. He spoke to a couple of his workers for a bit, managing to calm himself, even if just slightly, although some of his most trusted made sure to tease him about his companion.

Eventually he returned, with a simple charcuterie board, it was probably more than they'd need, but it was always good to have small bites of whatever every so often, although, he doubted either of them would be too interested in the food at this point.

He sat by her side again, brushing away a few wrinkles on his jacket's sleeves.
 
Amora smiled as Cabacci returned with snacks. "Well, perfect timing, mi vida," she said, sitting up on the couch. She seemed to have shrugged off her previously tired demeanor, and she looked to be relaxed, but still awake. "That looks pretty good, If I do say so myself. Perfect for sharing with someone as handsome as you." Amora gave Cabacci a genuine smile. "Don't you think?"

She looked up at him, but she stole a few glances away from him, seeming a little distracted.
 
Cabacci raised an eyebrow, feeling his face warm up once more due to her comment. He couldn't help but notice her behaviour, it made him nervous, and he couldn't exactly say why.

"Is... Everything alright? You seem distracted, I can change the movie or something if its not interesting."

Once again, his brained managed to do the least effort possible, making him sound way more innocent than he actually was.
 
Amora gave a laughed that was somehow nervous and confident at the same time. "Oh you know, I was just thinking... about you," she replied. "You're just so charming." She sighed, looking him up and down. "And well... a lot of other things."

She reached over and delicately plucked a piece of cheese off of the charcuterie board. Amora liked these things, but they were a little too... rich for her sometimes. Why would you just leave all that food lying out? It was such a waste at parties when half of it was getting thrown out after all the guests left.

She pondered this while munching on her cheese and stealing an occasional glance at Cabacci.
 
He felt his heart stop for a second, only to accelarate the more he thought about her words, casuing more blood to flow to his face and turn into a brighter shade of red.

Cabacci ran a hand through his hair nervously, trying his best to keep his cool.

"Oh sì?" He says, his voice breaking a bit in the process. "Well, I am... Not as charming as yourself signora."
 
Amora shook her head, giving Cabacci a side eye. "Please, don't be so hard on yourself. You're like a rose in a field of daisies." She laughed slightly at her own remark. "Very poor-looking daisies at that."

She turned around to see him still standing beside the couch. "Come, sit. I promise I won't bite you, amorcito." Amora smiled once again, lightly patting the seat next to her.
 
Cabacci finally surrendered to her charms, and sat by her side, keeping his head down. He had a strange feeling, that if he dared to stare into her eyes again he'd fall into a spell or something similar, and do something incredibly stupid. But he was tempted.

The man knew no spanish, but enough words in the language seemed to fit into his mother tongue, at least partially, therefore it wasn't hard for him to figure out she was flirting with him again.

"Merda, you are... Doing some funky things with my brain right now...."

She was scary to him, but, that was sort of attractive to him, she felt dangerous, way more courageous than him, he didn't know what sort of game she was playing, but, he was starting to give into it.
 
Amora sat back and laughed faintly to herself again. "I am? Well, I'd say you're doing the same to me." She delicately put one of her fingers under Cabacci's chin, bringing up up to her eye level.

"It's almost like dancing around a bear trap. One wrong move and... ya acabaste." She paused and took another piece of cheese from Cabacci. "But it's just so... intoxicating, you know?"
 
"Tsk, you have fun playing with dangerous things... Mi spaventa, but- I like it if I am honest."

He got a bit closer, allowing himself to lean into her touch, even though he was shuddering at the mere sensation of her fingertip on his chin, he couldn't help but feel attracted, like a moth to a flame.

He knew he'd be burnt, but, the fire burning in her eyes was calling out to him, and he couldn't just deny it, could he? It was warm, bright, that red, terrifying flame, he wanted to know what exactly would happen once he got close enough, and so, he did, his face now mere inches away from hers.

"Well- You had something in mind, didn't you?..."
 
Amora appeared to ponder Cabacci’s question for a moment, lingering on his gaze. “Well, I might. I might not,” she replied, a sly smile creeping across her lips. “The real question is if you want to keep dancing.”

“The longer you dance, the more dangerous it gets. But the frenzy, the adrenaline, is what keeps you going. The thrill of being on the edge of losing it all.” Amora stared into Cabacci’s eyes, looking for the answer. She could see his desire, but would he act on it? Would he keep dancing?
 
"I'm not good at dancing-" He replied, with a bit of a stutter in his voice, the adrenaline overtaking any thought he might've had previously, turning into, desire, but truly, it seemed deeper than that, at first he thought this was only a passing feeling, something normal and common he was experiencing, after all, maybe it was his body reacting to the fact she'd kissed him an accepted him despite him being nothing but the hitman of a mob Boss.

But now he was seeing it clearly, his heart was accepting the burn, embracing it even, it wasn't a mere sensation, it was something buried deep in him, an honest, pure love, unconditional. It sounded stupid to him, like some sort of fairy tale, a movie or something similar, but then again, why shouldn't he allow himself to feel that way? After all he suffered and went through, it was fair that for once he let go a bit.

Finally he finished his sentence.

"-But I wouldn't mind if you taught me how."
 
She smiled and stood, brushing herself off. Amora took a deep breath and held out her hand for Cabacci to take. “I think you might already know,” she said in a a voice barely above a whisper. “People like us, we dance every day. Even today, we slipped up, that’s what brought us together.” The air was still, and the tension was so intense that someone could cut it with a knife. “But tonight the dance is different. We dance to keep the fire alive. The fire of passion. You feel it’s burn, don’t you?”

As Cabacci stood, Amora pulled him close to her. She looked into his handsome brown eyes and his expression confirmed what she just said was true. “Let’s start with something simple. A dance that can be built to become something beautiful, something the even the stars in the night sky envy.”

Somewhere near them, music began to play, and Amora waited for Cabacci to take the lead, letting him guide the dance. She didn’t bother to hide what she was saying in Spanish anymore. He knew how she felt about him. “Do what you think feels right, my love.”
 
Cabacci wasn't sure if it was the wine that made this all seem so sureal, how did it come to this? He felt as if he was going insane, his mind went in circles about all the things that could go wrong, all the things that could go well, every possibility, every wrong turn that he could make. What if he tripped? What if he did well? What if in the end everything faded like smoke and ended up being a dream.

He had all these worries, until he heard her words. "What feels right..." He repeated.

His hands, though weak and shaking from worry, ended up falling into place, gently around her waist for his right, and his left with fingers intertwined with hers, slow, deliberate movements from side to side, finally, his mind went silent, and focused only on the woman holding onto him.
 
Amora recognized the dance and fell into it easily, like falling into the embrace of sleep after a long, tiring day. A waltz. A dance meant to symbolize expressiveness, freedom, and passion. It perfectly fit the moment. An intimate dance between two blooming lovers that should have never been together in the first place. It would have been more romantic if they were outside, but nothing is ever truly perfect. This was good enough, better than what Amora deserved, anyway.

She took Cabacci's hand and picked up the pace of the dance, keeping the motion of the dance consistent, but moving with more confidence. "A good choice," Amora said almost to herself. "Graceful and dignified despite its ease."
 
"Ease?..." He chuckled under his breath. "I have no idea of what I am doing but... It it is what feels right."

Cabacci leaned into it, despite having a hard time staying on beat with the melody, and Amora's own moves, his eyes seeming almost the color of honey as the lights of his home reflected on them. It was strange, feeling so vulnerable in the arms of someone who he'd essentially defeated in battle previously.

All he could really do was follow her lead now, looking up at her due to their height difference and try to keep his mind still, but truth be told, he didn't really have that much in his brain anymore, only her, the way her hair cascaded down from her shoulders, the texture of her hand against his, that smile that forced his lips to curve into a grin in response, he just wanted to be close, whether it was dancing, or simply being held, it didn't matter as long as they remained close.
 
Seeing Cabacci smile the way he did made Amora's breath catch in her chest. It took her completely off guard. Not because of his expression, but the way it made her feel. She felt like she would do anything to keep that smile on his face until the end of time, whatever the cost. "What's got you smiling like that, huh?" she asked, an almost silly grin appearing on her face. "I swear, it's brighter than all the lights in here, and more beautiful than anything I have ever seen before."

She continued to spin around the makeshift dance floor, eventually pulling Cabacci even closer to her. Amora looked into his eyes and stopped dancing, half-pulling him into an embrace.
 
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Cabacci's face warmed up, but he managed to speak, even if his voice broke.

"Smilling? Who else could make me smile like this, no one but you amore mio... I can't pretend as if you have no effect over my mind, body and soul."

In a weak attempt at trying to gain control, he gently raised his chin, to be face to face with her, only to find himself frozen at her breath so being so close to him again, his lungs burnt as he attempted to inhale, struggling due to how anxious he was. His eyes eventually landed on her lips, causing him to feel goosebumps.

"What if we... Did it again?..."

He tried to flirt, to try and be the one on the lead, but his demand sounded more as if he was begging, melting into her embrace the closer she pulled him.
 
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