#thread 001: dominique & luca.

[blushdrunks]

a closed starter for my heart, @canncnball, for dominique & luca.

"i suggest you keep your whores, god knows you have enough of them, because i am not sleeping with you." it's been about two weeks since they got married, but luca had been away working for his dad. it didn't bother dom in the slightest - the less she saw her husband, the better.

[canncnball]

maybe he should have let her be considering luca knew he was the last person she wanted around. however, this was just how things were between the two of them. they were stuck in this marriage, stuck together, stuck dealing with everything weighing heavily on them to the point where it felt like it all might come crashing down. he wanted to take this all away from her and he had always wanted to, but they didn't get what they wanted. if they did, she sure as hell wouldn't be married to him.

feeling her body shake against him only had him holding her a little tighter. if she wanted to pull away, he didn't have a doubt she would. dominique wouldn't stop herself from shoving at him to get away or even turning around to slap him. however, she turned around and nuzzled into his neck instead and that had him freezing for a split second with a deep breath inhaled. all his life, he had seen roughness, anger, and even hatred. luca had always hated it and he wanted more, but he didn't even know if he deserved more. with her nuzzled into the curve of his neck, he let out a slow, shaky breath and wrapped his arm back around her while leaning closer. there was part of him that thought he couldn't even be gentle or handle a kind of softness given to him. that was pushed aside so quickly as his lips pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and he stayed there, feeling her calming down and breathing a little easier in his arms. luca's eyes fluttered shut and he breathed her in, knowing he would wake up before her in the morning and slip away and neither of them would ever talk about this.

she was quietly crying as she laid in bed and then she heard footsteps and wondered if he was going to sleep in a different room tonight. she wouldn't blame him. she was a fucking mess of a human. instead, she heard him move further into their room. she nuzzled into her pillows as she cried and she closed her eyes because she was so tired and so dizzy. the bed dipped and he was laying behind her, but in the next moment, he was wrapping an arm around her and pulling her back against his chest. that broke her and her body started trembling as she cried. his face nuzzled in her hair and she inhaled sharply as she tried to calm herself down.

in more ways than one, he was the only reason she was still here otherwise the diabetes would have taken her or she would have taken herself. their life was complicated and confusing and she didn't want it, but she had to have it at the same time. she took a deep breath and wiped at her eyes. she could hardly breathe, really. she took another deep breath and she didn't know what to do with her arms. she was still crying and in the next moment, she turned over and buried her face in the crook of his neck. she would not speak of this in the morning, but she needed him more than she'd ever needed anyone else before. he was her husband...this is what he was there for and by the way he took care of her, she knew he wouldn't mind. or she hoped he wouldn't.

[blushdrunks]

she was quietly crying as she laid in bed and then she heard footsteps and wondered if he was going to sleep in a different room tonight. she wouldn't blame him. she was a fucking mess of a human. instead, she heard him move further into their room. she nuzzled into her pillows as she cried and she closed her eyes because she was so tired and so dizzy. the bed dipped and he was laying behind her, but in the next moment, he was wrapping an arm around her and pulling her back against his chest. that broke her and her body started trembling as she cried. his face nuzzled in her hair and she inhaled sharply as she tried to calm herself down.

in more ways than one, he was the only reason she was still here otherwise the diabetes would have taken her or she would have taken herself. their life was complicated and confusing and she didn't want it, but she had to have it at the same time. she took a deep breath and wiped at her eyes. she could hardly breathe, really. she took another deep breath and she didn't know what to do with her arms. she was still crying and in the next moment, she turned over and buried her face in the crook of his neck. she would not speak of this in the morning, but she needed him more than she'd ever needed anyone else before. he was her husband...this is what he was there for and by the way he took care of her, she knew he wouldn't mind. or she hoped he wouldn't.

the way she pushed him was to be expected on most days, but he hadn't seen it coming in this moment. he could hear her stumbling throughout their house to find their bedroom, but he didn't look over his shoulder to see her. in fact, he hadn't even moved from where he knelt on the ground. his hands rested on the couch, gripping the cushion before letting it go and letting his face fall into his hands. you fucking idiot. he couldn't do a single thing right, could he? that's how he had felt his entire life, knowing he was a fuck up and a failure. luca wanted to be different and do right by her, but he couldn't even manage to make her not hate him for two seconds.

as much as he wanted to toss their plates across the room, he inhaled a deep breath and pushed himself up. picking things up, he straightened up the living room with the television turned off, then he carried their plates into the kitchen and cleaned up. once he was all done, strides carried him to their bedroom where he stood in the doorway for a few seconds. he thought to take a shower, then walk back along and sleep in a different room tonight. that was the very last thing he wanted to do, though. tugging his shift off and pushing his jeans down, he walked along to climb into bed. resting on his back for a second, he soon turned on his side to look at her with a frown settling on his features. without another thought, he sighed and inched closer to wrap his arm around dominique to pull her back against his chest. not a single word came from him and he only nuzzled into her hair, letting himself breathe her in while knowing their entire relationship was completely confusing and complicated and he hated knowing he made things worse.

[canncnball]

the way she pushed him was to be expected on most days, but he hadn't seen it coming in this moment. he could hear her stumbling throughout their house to find their bedroom, but he didn't look over his shoulder to see her. in fact, he hadn't even moved from where he knelt on the ground. his hands rested on the couch, gripping the cushion before letting it go and letting his face fall into his hands. you fucking idiot. he couldn't do a single thing right, could he? that's how he had felt his entire life, knowing he was a fuck up and a failure. luca wanted to be different and do right by her, but he couldn't even manage to make her not hate him for two seconds.

as much as he wanted to toss their plates across the room, he inhaled a deep breath and pushed himself up. picking things up, he straightened up the living room with the television turned off, then he carried their plates into the kitchen and cleaned up. once he was all done, strides carried him to their bedroom where he stood in the doorway for a few seconds. he thought to take a shower, then walk back along and sleep in a different room tonight. that was the very last thing he wanted to do, though. tugging his shift off and pushing his jeans down, he walked along to climb into bed. resting on his back for a second, he soon turned on his side to look at her with a frown settling on his features. without another thought, he sighed and inched closer to wrap his arm around dominique to pull her back against his chest. not a single word came from him and he only nuzzled into her hair, letting himself breathe her in while knowing their entire relationship was completely confusing and complicated and he hated knowing he made things worse.

tears glistened in her eyes and she sniffled before wiping at her eyes. her husband knelt in front of her and his fingers wrapped around her chin. she knew he was being sarcastic because she wasn't very loving at all. even through her drunken haze, she knew she was her mother. she was not a nice wife. she was an accommodating wife. she made his life either harder or easier. there was no in between. she sniffled as he said she was acting like a fucking child and more tears glistened in her eyes. he brushed his thumb over her lower lip and she almost kissed his thumb until she realised what she was doing. she sniffled again and wiped at her eyes with both of her hands, "i wanna go to bed, luca," she mumbled and pushed him away.

she set her plate down and stumbled out of the room to find their bedroom. she crawled up the bed that she made so comfortable. she had a big, white, fluffy duvet and blanket upon blanket. with a ton of pillows. maybe she was trying to separate them while they slept, but she also just wanted to be comfortable. right now, though, she wanted to cry herself to sleep. she had too much going through her mind and the wine was making it worse. she had enough pasta to soak up some of the wine, but she was still emotional. this was not her life...she didn't want this life. she wanted a husband that actually wanted to be with her because he loved her. not because he was forced to be with her. not that she knew that luca really was in love with her and would die for her, given the chance. she curled up under the blankets and buried her face in her pillows.

[blushdrunks]

tears glistened in her eyes and she sniffled before wiping at her eyes. her husband knelt in front of her and his fingers wrapped around her chin. she knew he was being sarcastic because she wasn't very loving at all. even through her drunken haze, she knew she was her mother. she was not a nice wife. she was an accommodating wife. she made his life either harder or easier. there was no in between. she sniffled as he said she was acting like a fucking child and more tears glistened in her eyes. he brushed his thumb over her lower lip and she almost kissed his thumb until she realised what she was doing. she sniffled again and wiped at her eyes with both of her hands, "i wanna go to bed, luca," she mumbled and pushed him away.

she set her plate down and stumbled out of the room to find their bedroom. she crawled up the bed that she made so comfortable. she had a big, white, fluffy duvet and blanket upon blanket. with a ton of pillows. maybe she was trying to separate them while they slept, but she also just wanted to be comfortable. right now, though, she wanted to cry herself to sleep. she had too much going through her mind and the wine was making it worse. she had enough pasta to soak up some of the wine, but she was still emotional. this was not her life...she didn't want this life. she wanted a husband that actually wanted to be with her because he loved her. not because he was forced to be with her. not that she knew that luca really was in love with her and would die for her, given the chance. she curled up under the blankets and buried her face in her pillows.

"god, i love it when you shriek out my name like that. it's music to my ears." his words are laced with sarcasm while he's leaning back and taking a bite of his pasta. as she spoke on, his eyes rolled and her words only made it even more obvious that she's drunk. the very last thing she needs it more wine. thinking back to all those years ago when he had walked into that classroom during lunchtime to see her shaking and pale and vomiting, luca had known from back then that he never wanted to see her get to that point again. it was something he was secretly always worried about, especially when he knew she didn't take such great care of herself.

finally, his eyes trailed over to see her eating a little, but then it was like she was ready to throw a fit about wanting her wine again. when she went on, his eyes rolled once again before she mentioned him being far away and that had his brows pulled together. "you must be drunk if you want me to sit next to you." lifting his napkin, he dapped his lips and walked along to set his things down on the coffee table, then luca knelt in front of dominique. his head tilted and a hand lifted to wrap his fingers around her chin. "my very loving wife," he muttered the words, knowing how far off he was when calling her 'loving'. "you are acting like a fucking child. i thought i was the immature asshole, but get a little wine in you and you really show me up, don't you?" his thumb brushed over her lower lip to wipe away a little sauce, then he pulled his thumb between his lips to clean it off. "if you have anymore wine, you'll start shaking and we're not doing this, so eat."

[canncnball]

"god, i love it when you shriek out my name like that. it's music to my ears." his words are laced with sarcasm while he's leaning back and taking a bite of his pasta. as she spoke on, his eyes rolled and her words only made it even more obvious that she's drunk. the very last thing she needs it more wine. thinking back to all those years ago when he had walked into that classroom during lunchtime to see her shaking and pale and vomiting, luca had known from back then that he never wanted to see her get to that point again. it was something he was secretly always worried about, especially when he knew she didn't take such great care of herself.

finally, his eyes trailed over to see her eating a little, but then it was like she was ready to throw a fit about wanting her wine again. when she went on, his eyes rolled once again before she mentioned him being far away and that had his brows pulled together. "you must be drunk if you want me to sit next to you." lifting his napkin, he dapped his lips and walked along to set his things down on the coffee table, then luca knelt in front of dominique. his head tilted and a hand lifted to wrap his fingers around her chin. "my very loving wife," he muttered the words, knowing how far off he was when calling her 'loving'. "you are acting like a fucking child. i thought i was the immature asshole, but get a little wine in you and you really show me up, don't you?" his thumb brushed over her lower lip to wipe away a little sauce, then he pulled his thumb between his lips to clean it off. "if you have anymore wine, you'll start shaking and we're not doing this, so eat."

she's sipping from her glass as he warms up sauce and she hummed softly. when he brings the plate over, suddenly he's saying she's had enough fruit and he's taking away her glass. "luca dubois!" she shrieked as she watched him finish off her wine and her mouth fell open, "how fucking dare you. you never, ever touch my wine or finish it off. you motherfucker," she mumbled and grabbed her plate. "i'm not going to make myself sick, i'm going to be just fucking fine, pennywise. devourer of hopes and dreams and little kids." she pouted and took a bite from the pasta before making a face, "i don't want this..." she whined.

dominique was very drunk and then she huffed when he said he couldn't have his wife getting sick. "they made you my emergency contact at the fucking hospital, too," she muttered and force fed herself another bite of pasta. "i always loved watching her make sauce when i was little. i know how to make it, i just prefer hers even though i don't...WANT TO EAT IT! i want my wine!" she kicked out her feet and set her plate down after eating a few more bites. "can i please have a little bit more? i had some bites. pleeeeeease, hubby?" she asked and pouted up at him. "why aren't you sitting next to me? you're so far away." she was definitely very drunk if she wanted him next to her more than not.

[blushdrunks]

she's sipping from her glass as he warms up sauce and she hummed softly. when he brings the plate over, suddenly he's saying she's had enough fruit and he's taking away her glass. "luca dubois!" she shrieked as she watched him finish off her wine and her mouth fell open, "how fucking dare you. you never, ever touch my wine or finish it off. you motherfucker," she mumbled and grabbed her plate. "i'm not going to make myself sick, i'm going to be just fucking fine, pennywise. devourer of hopes and dreams and little kids." she pouted and took a bite from the pasta before making a face, "i don't want this..." she whined.

dominique was very drunk and then she huffed when he said he couldn't have his wife getting sick. "they made you my emergency contact at the fucking hospital, too," she muttered and force fed herself another bite of pasta. "i always loved watching her make sauce when i was little. i know how to make it, i just prefer hers even though i don't...WANT TO EAT IT! i want my wine!" she kicked out her feet and set her plate down after eating a few more bites. "can i please have a little bit more? i had some bites. pleeeeeease, hubby?" she asked and pouted up at him. "why aren't you sitting next to me? you're so far away." she was definitely very drunk if she wanted him next to her more than not.

she doesn't actually need to answer him and part of him knows she won't. while she could lie, he would see right through it because he knows the truth. luca has seen it in the passing weeks since they've been married and he knows what dominique is like when she doesn't eat, but it has gone beyond that. he had seen what it was like for her when they were still in school and things really got bad. often times, she was simply forgetful about it and it might be the only thing he can't stand about her because he knows how sick she can get when she doesn't eat.

it didn't take long for him to heat up the sauce her mom made for them and he cooked up some pasta to go along with it. after a few more minutes passed, he carried a plate over to her and set it down on the coffee table in front of her. "i think you've had enough fruit," he muttered. knowing she would be pissed didn't stop him from reaching out to take her glass of wine and he pulled it from her. the glass was tipped back and he finished it off while walking along to set the empty glass in the sink. "keep it up and you're going to make yourself sick." luca grabbed a small plate for himself and twirled the pasta around on his fork, eyes trailing over to her as he stood across the room from her. "i can't have my wife getting sick."

[canncnball]

she doesn't actually need to answer him and part of him knows she won't. while she could lie, he would see right through it because he knows the truth. luca has seen it in the passing weeks since they've been married and he knows what dominique is like when she doesn't eat, but it has gone beyond that. he had seen what it was like for her when they were still in school and things really got bad. often times, she was simply forgetful about it and it might be the only thing he can't stand about her because he knows how sick she can get when she doesn't eat.

it didn't take long for him to heat up the sauce her mom made for them and he cooked up some pasta to go along with it. after a few more minutes passed, he carried a plate over to her and set it down on the coffee table in front of her. "i think you've had enough fruit," he muttered. knowing she would be pissed didn't stop him from reaching out to take her glass of wine and he pulled it from her. the glass was tipped back and he finished it off while walking along to set the empty glass in the sink. "keep it up and you're going to make yourself sick." luca grabbed a small plate for himself and twirled the pasta around on his fork, eyes trailing over to her as he stood across the room from her. "i can't have my wife getting sick."

he walked past her and she poured herself some more wine, staring straight at him as he asked if she'd eaten. he knew she hadn't, honestly. as much as she hated to admit it, he knew her better than most people. she watched him move about the kitchen when she didn't answer and he started cooking up something. she just continued to drink and hummed into her glass, no matter how dizzy she was getting. she was lightheaded and this isn't your normal lightheadedness if you don't eat enough in a day. sometimes she just forgets and today was one of those days.

yes, she could have fixed that when she got home, but she hadn't. she just went straight to the wine and then her husband got home and they were back to bickering. that made her want to drink more. she was her mother's daughter, "you don't have to cook me anything. i'll have some fruit. or something. even though grapes in this wine should be enough," she said and made a face at him before sipping from her glass again. she turned their television on and turned netflix on to one of her favourite shows and she sighed, she really was her mother. giving her husband permission to fuck around behind her back, drinking until she couldn't see straight, just losing touch with reality.

[blushdrunks]

he walked past her and she poured herself some more wine, staring straight at him as he asked if she'd eaten. he knew she hadn't, honestly. as much as she hated to admit it, he knew her better than most people. she watched him move about the kitchen when she didn't answer and he started cooking up something. she just continued to drink and hummed into her glass, no matter how dizzy she was getting. she was lightheaded and this isn't your normal lightheadedness if you don't eat enough in a day. sometimes she just forgets and today was one of those days.

yes, she could have fixed that when she got home, but she hadn't. she just went straight to the wine and then her husband got home and they were back to bickering. that made her want to drink more. she was her mother's daughter, "you don't have to cook me anything. i'll have some fruit. or something. even though grapes in this wine should be enough," she said and made a face at him before sipping from her glass again. she turned their television on and turned netflix on to one of her favourite shows and she sighed, she really was her mother. giving her husband permission to fuck around behind her back, drinking until she couldn't see straight, just losing touch with reality.

when she said it was her most favorite thing she's ever gotten, a sense of pride took over. not the usual cockiness or even certainty that this is something he knew would go well and he would be right about. it's genuine pride in the fact that he could take one look at her and know she wanted this dress more than anything else. luca didn't have a doubt she would push him aside and let the dress lay in bed with her while she slept at night. knowing that was enough to tell him she would love it and the way she smiled while wearing it spoke wonders to him.

then she slipped the dress off with ease, not even waiting for him to turn around or leave the room. he didn't hesitate to let his gaze trail over her figure, head tilting to take her in completely. he is her husband, but he also knows she hates him and might reach out to slap him for even looking. however, that wasn't the case when she only tugged on a hoodie so casually and stepped away. it was seconds before he followed after, moving past her to walk along towards the kitchen. his hands rested on the counter and he looked in her direction to see she'd nearly finished her glass of wine since he walked in the front door. "have you eaten?" without waiting for a response ( because he knew she hadn't ), luca turned around and grabbed a few things from the refrigerator and cabinets to start making them something.

[canncnball]

when she said it was her most favorite thing she's ever gotten, a sense of pride took over. not the usual cockiness or even certainty that this is something he knew would go well and he would be right about. it's genuine pride in the fact that he could take one look at her and know she wanted this dress more than anything else. luca didn't have a doubt she would push him aside and let the dress lay in bed with her while she slept at night. knowing that was enough to tell him she would love it and the way she smiled while wearing it spoke wonders to him.

then she slipped the dress off with ease, not even waiting for him to turn around or leave the room. he didn't hesitate to let his gaze trail over her figure, head tilting to take her in completely. he is her husband, but he also knows she hates him and might reach out to slap him for even looking. however, that wasn't the case when she only tugged on a hoodie so casually and stepped away. it was seconds before he followed after, moving past her to walk along towards the kitchen. his hands rested on the counter and he looked in her direction to see she'd nearly finished her glass of wine since he walked in the front door. "have you eaten?" without waiting for a response ( because he knew she hadn't ), luca turned around and grabbed a few things from the refrigerator and cabinets to start making them something.

she felt his hand trail down and rest against the small of her back. she doesn't pull away like he's disgusted her, either. "my mom talks about everything like she was born in the 20s," she murmured and watched his reaction in the mirror. her cheeks flush as he bites down on his lower lip and the way his eyes roam over her body. when his gaze met hers again, she hummed and looked down at her hands as he speaks. his hand moved around to rest against her hip and she inhaled sharply. she swallowed thickly and turned when he pulled away, looking at herself from the side.

"this is honestly my most favourite thing i've ever gotten." she smiled and ran her hands over her frame before she turned and moved her braid to the side so he could unzip the dress. she doesn't wait for him to leave before she's taking it off and she's just in her panties. she doesn't care. he's her husband, he can see her naked. she just would rather things were different. she took a deep breath and pulled her hoodie back on before walking back into the living room to find her wine glass. she could feel herself getting a bit dizzy and she hadn't eaten and god knows what her sugar was right now. if she'd been wearing the monitor the doctor told her to wear, it would be going off like crazy.

[blushdrunks]

she felt his hand trail down and rest against the small of her back. she doesn't pull away like he's disgusted her, either. "my mom talks about everything like she was born in the 20s," she murmured and watched his reaction in the mirror. her cheeks flush as he bites down on his lower lip and the way his eyes roam over her body. when his gaze met hers again, she hummed and looked down at her hands as he speaks. his hand moved around to rest against her hip and she inhaled sharply. she swallowed thickly and turned when he pulled away, looking at herself from the side.

"this is honestly my most favourite thing i've ever gotten." she smiled and ran her hands over her frame before she turned and moved her braid to the side so he could unzip the dress. she doesn't wait for him to leave before she's taking it off and she's just in her panties. she doesn't care. he's her husband, he can see her naked. she just would rather things were different. she took a deep breath and pulled her hoodie back on before walking back into the living room to find her wine glass. she could feel herself getting a bit dizzy and she hadn't eaten and god knows what her sugar was right now. if she'd been wearing the monitor the doctor told her to wear, it would be going off like crazy.

the softness is something he can't quite wrap his head around, but he knows none of this matters to dominique. to her, he only did this to bother her and that was partly true. luca could admit to himself that he liked crawling under her skin because he liked pulling a reaction out of her. at the very least, he then got something out of her and he hoped for something more than the hatred she felt. it was useless, though. she had despised him for years, maybe even longer than he had loved her and a forced marriage wouldn't change that. if anything, it only made things worse at times.

the way she almost smiled and thanked him and even seemed to glow over the dress didn't change things, either. his hand still trailed down to rest against the small of her back as he looked at her through the mirror. "your mom talks about clothing like she was born in the 20s. this..." his head shook while luca bit down on his lower lip, eyes roaming along her figure in a dress that clung to her as if it was made for her, then he met her gaze again. "it's perfect for you." his hand slipped around to rest against her hip for only a few seconds before he pulled it back and even forced himself to take a step back.

[canncnball]

the softness is something he can't quite wrap his head around, but he knows none of this matters to dominique. to her, he only did this to bother her and that was partly true. luca could admit to himself that he liked crawling under her skin because he liked pulling a reaction out of her. at the very least, he then got something out of her and he hoped for something more than the hatred she felt. it was useless, though. she had despised him for years, maybe even longer than he had loved her and a forced marriage wouldn't change that. if anything, it only made things worse at times.

the way she almost smiled and thanked him and even seemed to glow over the dress didn't change things, either. his hand still trailed down to rest against the small of her back as he looked at her through the mirror. "your mom talks about clothing like she was born in the 20s. this..." his head shook while luca bit down on his lower lip, eyes roaming along her figure in a dress that clung to her as if it was made for her, then he met her gaze again. "it's perfect for you." his hand slipped around to rest against her hip for only a few seconds before he pulled it back and even forced himself to take a step back.

she doesn't notice the way he looks at her, she's always oblivious to those looks because she thinks he hates her as much as she hates him. if you could call it true hate. no, she hates the girls he's with. that's who she would say she hates. well, not to him. it would make her seem jealous ( she is ). she swallows thickly as he comes up behind her and his hands rested against her hips. her body trembles a little as he raised his hands up along her sides, over her back.

his fingers wrapped around her zipper and she closed her eyes as he tugged it up. then his fingers splayed along her back and she took a few deep breaths to keep herself calm. his touch did things to her and she hated it because she's not supposed to react to shit he does, but again...she'll blame it on the wine. she smiled, but barely, and nodded her head, "thank you, again. i really love it. mom'll hate it. it's too revealing for her. maybe i'll wear a sweater or something. it's gonna be fucking freezing out, anyway."

[blushdrunks]

she doesn't notice the way he looks at her, she's always oblivious to those looks because she thinks he hates her as much as she hates him. if you could call it true hate. no, she hates the girls he's with. that's who she would say she hates. well, not to him. it would make her seem jealous ( she is ). she swallows thickly as he comes up behind her and his hands rested against her hips. her body trembles a little as he raised his hands up along her sides, over her back.

his fingers wrapped around her zipper and she closed her eyes as he tugged it up. then his fingers splayed along her back and she took a few deep breaths to keep herself calm. his touch did things to her and she hated it because she's not supposed to react to shit he does, but again...she'll blame it on the wine. she smiled, but barely, and nodded her head, "thank you, again. i really love it. mom'll hate it. it's too revealing for her. maybe i'll wear a sweater or something. it's gonna be fucking freezing out, anyway."

the gesture took her completely off guard, but it had even taken him off guard when he got it, too. luca had no clue what he was doing or why he was doing it at the time. he'd remembered her favorite store and remembered the exact dress she had her eyes on for a while and something inside him reached out to grab it. it wouldn't change a thing between them, but he wanted to see that look on her face when dominique finally got it for herself. the way she beamed was enough and he watched as she grabbed the dress to hurry along. inhaling a deep breath, he followed behind and stopped in the doorway to look at her. swallowing thickly, he couldn't keep the look off of his face. a look of pure awe and the way he had been in love with her for years.

his head nodded and he didn't say a word, only walking along to step behind her. his hands rested against her hips, slowly trailing along her back as he inhaled a deep breath. fingers wrapped around the zipper, tugging it up until it was secure. even then, his fingers still splayed out along her back and his gaze trailed over her back before he looked at her in the mirror, seeing how sensational she looked in the dress before he met her gaze in the mirror. "perfect fit."

[canncnball]

the gesture took her completely off guard, but it had even taken him off guard when he got it, too. luca had no clue what he was doing or why he was doing it at the time. he'd remembered her favorite store and remembered the exact dress she had her eyes on for a while and something inside him reached out to grab it. it wouldn't change a thing between them, but he wanted to see that look on her face when dominique finally got it for herself. the way she beamed was enough and he watched as she grabbed the dress to hurry along. inhaling a deep breath, he followed behind and stopped in the doorway to look at her. swallowing thickly, he couldn't keep the look off of his face. a look of pure awe and the way he had been in love with her for years.

his head nodded and he didn't say a word, only walking along to step behind her. his hands rested against her hips, slowly trailing along her back as he inhaled a deep breath. fingers wrapped around the zipper, tugging it up until it was secure. even then, his fingers still splayed out along her back and his gaze trailed over her back before he looked at her in the mirror, seeing how sensational she looked in the dress before he met her gaze in the mirror. "perfect fit."

she sighed and closed her eyes as he spoke before he was grabbing her hands to pull them away from his face. he flipped one of her hands over and she watched him closely as he brushed a kiss against her knuckles, her gaze never leaving his. when he said he got her something, she gave him a look and she squinted for a moment before he was disappearing to the front door. when he returned, he set a shopping bag in her lap and she hummed, "dior?" she said -- he knew that was her favourite place to shop and she bit into her lower lip. it was the black knit bondage mini-dress she'd been eyeing for weeks and it was perfect. she inhaled sharply and looked up at him with a reluctant smile, "thank you, luca," she murmured and then beamed as she looked down at it. she hurried out of the room and tried it on in front of their full length mirror. it hugged all of her curves and accentuated her chest and she took a deep breath when she saw his reflection in the mirror, "it fits perfectly. can you zip it up?"

[blushdrunks]

she sighed and closed her eyes as he spoke before he was grabbing her hands to pull them away from his face. he flipped one of her hands over and she watched him closely as he brushed a kiss against her knuckles, her gaze never leaving his. when he said he got her something, she gave him a look and she squinted for a moment before he was disappearing to the front door. when he returned, he set a shopping bag in her lap and she hummed, "dior?" she said -- he knew that was her favourite place to shop and she bit into her lower lip. it was the black knit bondage mini-dress she'd been eyeing for weeks and it was perfect. she inhaled sharply and looked up at him with a reluctant smile, "thank you, luca," she murmured and then beamed as she looked down at it. she hurried out of the room and tried it on in front of their full length mirror. it hugged all of her curves and accentuated her chest and she took a deep breath when she saw his reflection in the mirror, "it fits perfectly. can you zip it up?"

the way her hand raised and balled into a fist to hit him had a hint of a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. luca knew better than the think she wouldn't hit him for any little reason—whether she actually did it or only tried to before he stopped her—but this was one moment she couldn't. he saw the defeat on her face as her hand dropped back to her lips. "fuck me? maybe if you ask nicely." not that she ever would, not even as he felt her hands cupping either side of his face and it had luca leaning a little closer. "i am, yes, but i'm your pain in the ass, princess." with a grin on his lips, his gaze trailed down to her lips and he soon grabbed her hands to pull them away. one of her hands was soon flipped over and he brushed a kiss against her knuckles while his eyes were still on her. "i got you something." letting go of her hands, luca pushed himself to stand and he turned around to walk back towards the front door, returning seconds later and he set a shopping bag down in her lap with a little black dress inside. "for dinner tomorrow."

[canncnball]

the way her hand raised and balled into a fist to hit him had a hint of a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. luca knew better than the think she wouldn't hit him for any little reason—whether she actually did it or only tried to before he stopped her—but this was one moment she couldn't. he saw the defeat on her face as her hand dropped back to her lips. "fuck me? maybe if you ask nicely." not that she ever would, not even as he felt her hands cupping either side of his face and it had luca leaning a little closer. "i am, yes, but i'm your pain in the ass, princess." with a grin on his lips, his gaze trailed down to her lips and he soon grabbed her hands to pull them away. one of her hands was soon flipped over and he brushed a kiss against her knuckles while his eyes were still on her. "i got you something." letting go of her hands, luca pushed himself to stand and he turned around to walk back towards the front door, returning seconds later and he set a shopping bag down in her lap with a little black dress inside. "for dinner tomorrow."

she narrowed her gaze at him when he speaks, "no, i'm not afraid of what might happen if it stays there. nothing will happen if it stays there." oh, something would happen if it stays there. she'll take him out of his jeans and take it down her throat. she was too warm and horny when she drinks wine. then he's kneeling down in front of her, his hands on either side of her. she tipped her head the way he did. she lifted her fist to hit him for calling her princess until he was explaining that they had a dinner with their families tomorrow and he could not arrive with a black eye because he did not have one after work that day. she narrowed her gaze again and took a deep breath. "fuck you," she mumbled and pouted as she dropped her hands into her lap. she wanted to be kissed right now and if she kissed him, she was giving into something horrible. "why're you so close to me right now? do you enjoy bothering me?" she asked, taking his face between her hands. "you're such a pain in my ass."