if you&#x27;ve ever been to heaven, this is twice as nice

The Fine Art of Stalking

riccithegreat:

“Don’t ever say that…” Luca didn’t like hearing those words from Nola’s mouth. The aspect of death paired with her name even in a sentence, made his mouth go dry and his heart beat faster than it should have. “That’s not an option.” He stared at her, voice even and calm, “If anything ever happens to me. I want…” pausing, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I need you to go on with your life. Forget me. Act like you never knew but don’t ever say anything like that again. Everything I do…Everything I’ve done Bunny, it’s to make sure you’re still safe.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. One too many confessions to be shared on London’s streets but it had to be said. “Come home with me…I missed you.”

Nola sighed softly, hearing the immediate distress in his voice. She let him speak, not sure what to say in response to him at first. "I don't think that's possible, Luca." As much as could get annoyed with him, he was still her sunshine. A cloudy day was doable, but life without him was pointless. She took a step closer to him, reaching up and using two fingers to gently press against his lips. "Shh, stop, we're both fine. I don't want to think about it." She had to consider what they were doing was definitely not a guaranteed long life span, but the thought rarely came to mind. Perhaps it was time to reconsider it all. "I'm perfectly safe, see?" She said giving him a smile. She inhaled and nodded her head. "Yeah, I'll come with you. I missed you too."

The Fine Art of Stalking

riccithegreat:

“I don’t trust myself Nola.” And he didn’t. How could he claim to care about her and put her in a situation where she’d take all of Goodman’s wrath for an idea that came from his mind. “You’re my best friend. You and Noah are all I have. The only people who have ever cared without judging.” Noah was family and that was a must. Blood before anyone but Nola, he wasn’t sure why Nola tolerated him. He knew why he held on to her. It was the same reason he constantly pushed her away and when he couldn’t push, then he distanced himself. Caring made him weak. Loving made him good as dead and at this point, he would have been better off six feet under. “Why are you doing this? Why do you keep doing these things because I ask you to? I don’t want to lose you.”

"Well, it's a little too late to be saying that now, isn't it?" She said, already neck deep in the mud. "I trust you, otherwise I wouldn't be doing this." She'd been very aware of the possible outcomes, but he had assured her it would all be fine. "You're my best friend too." She managed to say with all the meaning in the world, despite the fact she hadn't picked up the phone in a month. It could have been longer and it wouldn't have mattered, there were few people that could understand her and also get under her skin like him. "If you were at risk of losing me, I wouldn't do them. You have to know that." She sighed. "Unless you're referring to the risk factor, and then I guess I'd rather be dead than be without you." It wasn’t like them to have an open conversation about their feelings especially in the middle of the busy sidewalk, but there it was in the open.

The Fine Art of Stalking

riccithegreat:

“Who said its Goodman I don’t trust.” She was right there. He could say it. Be honest. Apologize. Tell the truth for once instead of completely hiding himself from her. “I knew what I was getting into.” His voice elevated but he quickly quieted himself. “This…You were supposed to be in and out. You’ve been there for months.” No it wasn’t the first time he’d asked her to do something dangerous but each and every time before had taken place over the course of a night or a few days. He only had hours to live with the heaviness in his chest. The fear with a strangle hold on his heart. This had been months and it was driving him insane. It led him to contemplate things that would put his life at jeopardy and hers too. “What happens when Goodman finds out you’re connected to me? What do you think he’ll do. You’re not going to smile and just walk away.” Luca shook his head, “Don’t use my words against me.” He took a few steps back, eyes closing as he inhaled and exhaled in an attempt to calm down and settle his thoughts, “Can you promise me nothing is going to happen to you?”

“Then who it is you don’t trust, Luca?” She was confused at this point. "We both did." She looked at him, waiting. "It's just good undercover work, they'll be less suspicious, besides, I'm getting paid, it's not the end of the world." This actually felt like one of the safer things she'd done, if nothing else it was easy. She realized then perhaps she was getting complacent in doing the actual job. "Nothing good, I'm sure of that." She spent enough time in the building to have seen him work out once or twice, and that was not something she wanted to experience. She narrowed her gaze slightly, did he really think he could tell her what to do right then? She was quiet but unapologetic as she watched him calm himself. "Of course not." She was tempted to remind him he said he'd be there to make sure she was okay, but she wasn't about to use his words a second time.

The Fine Art of Stalking

riccithegreat:

“Maybe it’s not you that I don’t trust.” The words came before he could stop them. That was the truth. His truth. Words that he had failed to repeat or recycle from his thoughts. She made him weak and it wasn’t a weakness that bothered him but it did cause concern for others around him. “I think about you and what you’re doing for me. You’re working for that man because I asked. You’re putting yourself at risk because I asked.” Luca shook his head, “How can I ask you to do that…I don’t want you to do this anymore.” He couldn’t finish what he wanted to say. He couldn’t cloud her decision by admitting how he felt as much as he couldn’t make himself any weaker than he already was. “I want you to stop working at the gym. I’ll figure something else out. I don’t want you at risk anymore. I can’t…I can’t do that to you or me.”

Nola pulled her head back, eyes closing for a second as she shook her head. "What, did you decide you didn't trust Goodman's crew now? You knew what we were getting into." Nola had been very, very careful, everyone had been pleasant to her at work and she thought she might actually get away with everything at this rate. Nola knew it was dangerous, but it wasn't the first time she'd been in a dangerous situation, not even the first time she'd done something risky for Luca himself. "It's not like I haven't before." She reminded him, but she was a little surprised to see the vulnerability on his face for once. "Are you sure about that? I'm finally getting into their good graces. I might actually be able to get something useful." Not that she'd been talking to him about it, but Noah was plenty aware. "You're the one who told me I could do this, what changed?" She asked, her stance softening a little as she looked at him, trying to see what he was feeling.

The Fine Art of Stalking

riccithegreat:

Luca didn’t expect to make it to this point. He’d spent weeks chasing Nola and she always managed to get away. Today he’d caught up to her and now he was at a loss for words. The car he’d just dodged screeched as wheels spun out. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Bunny.” Her nickname slipped from his lips. “It’s good to see you.” Noah told him he was stupid and most of that conversation had been done over flat whiskey and a poorly rolled spliff. “I want to talk to you.” That he did and the next words he wanted to say were harder than the days and weeks he’d spent without her. “I want to tell you. I missed you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…” He didn’t know what he’d done or why he’d done it. He let his father get in his head. Distance had been easier than facing the knowledge he could lose her, if this went wrong. “I should have talked to you. Something other than avoiding you.”

Nola only wanted to pause long enough to make sure he didn’t get hit, she was angry, not cruel. Her frustration rose, hearing he was still as confused as ever. He stood in front of her and she couldn’t deny she’d missed him, but she didn’t have to admit it either. Her eyes narrowed, staying silent and letting him get out what he had to say. “You are talking to me.” She reminded him, shifting her weight from one heel to another. She knew it was difficult for him to admit he was sorry, and her lips sealed once more, trying to see what he could manage to say to excuse his behavior. “You think?” She exhaled, arms falling to her sides, hands clenched tightly. “You know you can trust me with anything, I always do these stupid things for you. You don’t get to shut me out and not expect me to be upset. Two can play at that game, Luca, how does it feel?”

The Fine Art of Stalking

riccithegreat:

[ Timeline: 2017 April 12th Wednesday, 7:15pm, somewhere in London ]

Initially, Luca had been unwilling to accept the blame. Then came a very tense conversation with his cousin Noah and Luca Ricci had to swallow a thing called pride. What he’d expected when he first sent a message to Nola - Immediate forgiveness, physical forgiveness, and at least a week where they forgot about the outside world and spent their time locked away at his place or hers. What he’d received, was silence. She refused to respond to his messages for the the first two weeks. At one point he swore she had him blocked and Noah quickly confirmed that his thoughts were true. Phone calls went unanswered and he was bold enough to stop by her place, she didn’t even bother to tell him to go away. Fast forward to a month of texting, calling, and stalking her at home in vain. Tired of the games and desperate for forgiveness, Luca did the only thing that was left to do, he waited around the corner from the gym where she worked. Forty-five minutes of pacing eventually paid off, when she turned the corner. Rushing through the evening traffic, Luca called out her name, “Bunny…” or at least the name he called her, “Stay there. Don’t move.”

Ignoring Luca turned out to be a lot more difficult than Nola thought it was going to be. She assumed he'd just give up and give her some time to breathe, but he was nothing if not persistent. She'd done everything she could think of just to keep her head clear, which had meant a lot of alcohol and a lot of working. Working for her now was always double the effort, being undercover still. It meant going home every night was definitely something to look forward to. She didn't think much about her repeating schedule as a way for Luca to get in touch with her, she'd been so good at dodging him up until that point. When she heard him call her nickname, she had to resist the urge to stop and walked on. It wasn't until the honking of the cars as Luca ran across the street through traffic did she finally stop in place. "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Jesus." She huffed, frowning at him. "I see you've resorted to stalking me now..." She crossed her arms in frustration, waiting for him to speak.

straight no chaser...

#this is so bad i'm so sorry #opp: luca #c: straight no chaser

lucaxricci:

“Be a good girl Nola and show me what you want, don’t just say it.” Was he teasing, no. He’d left games in the bar and everything he was doing now was designed to end one way - Nola shaking and moaning his name. He could feel her fingers curling into his jeans. She did want those things but would she be bold enough to take what she wanted. He had plans to enjoy her and he didn’t apologize for where his fingers touched. “Have you been this wet since the bar?” He couldn’t remember how long it had been since their last time. She’d been working. He’d been doing jobs to stay in his father’s good graces. It didn’t leave time for fun, not this kind of fun. Noah always teased him when Nola made him wait but he didn’t care what his cousin had to say about what he did with Nola when they were alone. – Luca pulled away from the kiss smiling as he helped Nola out. He slid the zipper down on his jeans and popped the tab. He guided her hand inside, “This what you want little bunny?” His fingers guided hers, wrapping them around his cock as he stroked. He was hard and warm and there was only one body that would satisfy him.

"I'm trying to..." She grumbled under her breath as her fingers moved down to reach for the button of his jeans. He was definitely distracting her even the gentle touch of his fingers was enough at this point. She wasn't about to complain. She needed him. "Yeah, pretty much." She chuckled in admission. "It's your fault. If you hadn't been trying to feel me up in the middle of the bar..." She shook her head slightly, hair moving back against the pillows. Nola couldn't remember the last time they'd hooked up, it didn't really matter, they didn't have a problem picking up liked they'd never stopped. Nola pulled her hand back as he did the work for her, letting him guide her hand back to his hard cock. "You know it is." She purred in reply. Her fingers wrapped around his hard length, letting his hand guide hers for the moment, her blue eyes flickering up at him.

straight no chaser...

#c: straight no chaser #opp: luca

lucaxricci:

It wasn’t the first time Luca had put Nola in this state and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. What started as teasing and fun when they were younger became something very necessary and while he wouldn’t put a name on it or even hold her to the terms of monogamy and avoiding others – Luca knew that in many ways Nola belonged to him. If he said come she did and if he said cum she did. It was their game. Their dynamic and he refused to allow it to change. The thoughts that filled his mind on the walk to his place were certain to become reality. Hands settled on hips when they entered his flat and he watched somewhat patiently as she lost her dress. “You wanted me to make you beg?” It was both a question and statement he offered as he came closer. Fingers sliding beneath the material of her dress. Aiding in her moves to push it over her head. He watched as she climbed on the bad. “Such a bad girl. I said to the room and you climb on my bed.” He joined her, fingers trailing the length of her legs, skimming full thighs and returning the wet lace between her thighs. “Did I do that little bunny? Make you want me?” He stared down at her, lips trailing the same path his fingers had traveled moments before. He settled between her thighs, kissing and nipping at her heat beneath the material before his mouth mouth to her stomach, covered breasts, and finally her lips. The kiss was surprisingly gentle at first - lips molding to hers, hesitantly tasting before he dared to slip his tongue into her mouth. From there it grew more intense. Hands caressed her face, holding her, guiding her closer as he tried to devour her mouth, “Show me what you want little bunny. Tell me…”

Nola turned her head back enough to catch a glance of his face and smiled to herself. Now they were alone and it would be easier to talk to him. "That's what I want, yeah." She said, inhaling as his fingers slipped under the edge of her dress. His fingertips made her shiver as he teased up the edge of her smooth skin. He followed with her as she walked, his hands helping her gravefully get the dress up over her head before she hopped onto the bed. "What, did you want me somewhere else? I'm happy to move if you have other plans." She said as he climbed onto the bed with her. Her lips parted softly as his fingers brushed against her lacy panties, soaked through from their conversation. "Yes, you did." She admitted as she laid back. She blinked over at him, her wide blue eyes staring at him as he leaned over, lips teasing over her senstitive skin. She knew she had asked for it, but she regretted him teasing all at the same time. She sighed quietly as he moved up her body until their lips met again. She grew hungry for him as he continued to kiss her, the taste of his drink still lingered in his mouth. She gently nipped on his lower lip as he tried to speak and she let her hands drift down his bare chest, fingers curling on the edges of his jeans, trying to push them down. "I want you to touch me. I want your cock. I want you to make me cum." She breathed back against his lips, her body pressing up against his.

straight no chaser...

#c: straight no chaser #opp: luca

lucaxricci:

“No little bunny.” His finger hooked in the trim of her panties. Warm skin met his fingers and he forgot where they were and the heaviness of their previous topic. He wanted to slip his fingers further behind the band. Twisting, teasing, and pushing her to the point where she forgot composure and good behavior in public. He like Nola when she begged, even better when his tongue worked in and out as she moved against his face. “I heard you but I want to hear you again.” It was time to go. His hand dropped from between her thighs. Their playfulness had been enough to cause his pants to tighten and his mouth to water. When she walked off, he quickly followed. A few additional bills were tossed on the bar and then he disappeared into the night to follow. He quickly caught up to her, fingers lacing through hers and pulling her along. They didn’t need to talk or share thoughts during the short walk. Once they made inside of his apartment, the mood returned, intent was evident and Luca was there, body pressed against her back as they entered the space. His hands returned to her skin, sliding beneath her dress, touching flesh, gripping and leaving fingerprints in his wake. He dipped his head, lips somewhere between the curve between neck and shoulder. Nipping as his hands continued to move, he held her tightly against him, lips sucking at her skin, “Still want to play?” He pushed away from her, pulling his shirt over his head and pointing towards the bedroom, “After you.”

Nola was doing her best to keep her composure but Luca was really testing her. She turned her head to make sure no one was looking, probably making her look more suspicious than before. She rolled her eyes slightly as he spoke. "Make. Me. Beg." She said clearly, looking him right in the eyes before hopping off the stool, not giving him a chance for more repeats. Her mouth was dry and her panties wet as she glanced over at him as his fingers laced with hers. Their silent walk was filled with dirty thoughts and lustful glances and by the time they got into Luca's place she was struggling to keep her composure. She sighed softly as he pulled her body against him and she could easily tell he was feeling the same as her. Her fingers trailed after his on her own skin, catching up with him to slowly guide him where she wanted him. Her head tipped towards his, her body pulsing as he sucked on her skin. "Yes, I do." She nodded slightly, turning to look at him. "Why, thank you." She smiled, taking a few steps ahead, turning away to unzip the side of her dress and pulling up over her head, tossing it to the side of his bedroom. She crawled up onto his bed, turning around and settling on her knees to look back at him seductively.

straight no chaser...

lucaxricci:

A lone finger lifted a strand of dark hair from her face. “I know you can take care of yourself Nola but why should you, when I’m here to do it for you.” It was dangerous and maybe Luca was wrong for asking but wasn’t this part of the roles they played in his father’s supposed army. The war for relevance. The Bianchis were of little importance when it came to the Goodmans and Mancinis. It was true that Luca’s father had made a name for himself among the smaller families and back in the states but abroad, he was still chasing the fame and the prominence he desired. Why not use his bastard son and those loyal to him to get what he wanted. He allowed the stress and his irritation with himself to subside, Luca had better things to focus on. “I think you’re learning little bunny but you’re almost there.” His hand was unashamed, sliding hider, pressing lightly against warm skin. “Some things are better on top of me?” Luca pouted. “I can think of at least two. Don’t you like it when you sit on my face, Nola bunny?” He nudged her legs apart, hand daring to move higher, “Or do you prefer riding me?” Forget the shots. Forget the drinks. Forget the talk about her employer and Luca’s plan to get in his father’s good graces. His fingertips brushed the warmth between her thighs, “Make you?” Luca laughed, hand slipping from between her thighs as he leaned in to place a kiss on her lips, “My place or yours little bunny?”

"You're so cheesy sometimes." She scoffed softly, but she didn't doubt that he meant it. She just wasn't sure he'd be able to be there when she might actually need him if she was going to be doing as much sneaking around as it seemed like. "That's sweet, but how do you know you'll be there?" She said, blue eyes darting away from him for a moment, wondering how she'd gotten talked into this in the first place. It was hard to think when his fingers continued to inch up her inner thigh and she was just trying not to press her legs together, that would only make it worse. He was at least distracting her from her nerves and she could be thankful for that, though he certainly couldn't be there all the time for that. She certainly couldn't snoop undercover from the bed. "I'm sure you'll get me there with no problem." The innuendo didn't miss her thoughts. "I think you misunderstood, I like that a lot." She smiled at him, her hand moving to the edge of the bar, trying to control her reaction to his touch. "I'm not going to complain about any of it really." She admitted with a smirk. She bit down on her lip, resisting the urge to beg him right then and there as his fingers teased the soft fabric of her panties. "You heard me." She said standing up and straightening the edge of her dress, only to be met with his lips. "Yours is closer." She said, heading for the door, knowing he'd be on her heels.

straight no chaser...

lucaxricci:

Pouting was the natural reaction. Lips poked out and he leaned in closer. “Don’t be scared Nola Bunny.” The nickname was generally reserved for teasing but this time he wanted her to know that he was concerned and he would definitely be there for whatever she needed. “Yes we’re trusting your brain and your body.” He switched to serious for a moment, “I trust you, not to get yourself in a situation you can’t handle and not to know what’s going on around you. Pay attention to that feeling in the pit of your stomach. If it doesn’t feel right, don’t do it.” And just like that, between her body coming closer and his mind drifting to things they could be doing besides discussing Goodman’s clientele and shots, Luca lost himself in those thoughts and the words tugging at his mind. “I’d like to see you try to tease me.” Lips still quirked and body moving closer, he noted her reaction to him. “You can’t tell me everything. Some things are better discovered with you beneath me.” He didn’t stop her from moving closer. In fact what she said made his smile widen and his hand slip beneath her skirt. He returned the favor. Head tilting until his lips brushed her ear, “But you know how to be a good girl for me, don’t you Nola.” Gone was his ability to keep up appearances in public. His hand slowly climbed higher while his teeth tugged at her lobe, “What if I feel like making you beg?”

Nola tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she looked at him leaning in. "I'll try." She said softly, letting him know she was genuinely concerned. She nodded her head again, as nervous as she'd been, he already had her feeling calmer than before, or maybe that was just the drinks talking. "I know how to take care of myself, it's just a dangerous situation. I'll make sure everything I do is safe enough." She wasn't about to put herself into too much danger if she could help it. Getting into his office would be the hard part unless she could trick someone else into doing it for her, and that would be her goal. "What, you don't think I can?" She asked, knowing he was the better at teasing out of the two of them. "Hmm, just like some things are better on top of you instead." She grinned widely at him, feeling his fingers slip up the delicate skin of her legs. His lips tickled against her ear, hair tickled against her neck at his hushed voice. "Of course I do." She said, feeling herself slowly melting and getting weak in the knees at the thought. His fingers were giving her goosebumps and she flicked her big blue eyes up at him. "Then make me beg for it." She challenged, reaching in her bag for cash to pay for the drinks, she had other things in mind now.

straight no chaser...

lucaxricci:

“Why the face?” Luca knew why she was making that face and also that what he was asking might be more than she could handle. “I don’t expect you to take on the whole room but you have to be able to take care of yourself. Fights are about being smarter not stronger,” he hesitated, “Most fights are about being smarter not stronger. You just have to be safe until I can get to you.” He absently reached for a strand of dark hair, twisting around his finger as she continued to tease, “What exactly is not often. This is the third time this week. I think you miss me.” This time he leaned in, eyes still locked with hers and a smirk playing about his lips, “Offer to make you feel better. Relieve the stress?” He didn’t care that the man beside her was listening or that the bartender had now taken to lingering closer to them. His fingers fell from her hair and gently grazed the breasts they’d been discussing before, until his hand fell to rest on her knee. “I can’t read your mind Nola. Tell me what you want.” His smile widened and his voice deepened. It was Luca’s turn to tease.

"Nothing." She said, shrugging her shoulders, trying not to think about it. "Well, no, obviously I can't do that. So, we're trusting my brain then." She pursed her lips. "Are you sure you can fight off the whole room?" She said, teasing him a little. "I just hope it doesn't come to that at all." She said looking down at his finger in her hair. "Really, you think that's teasing? I've barely scratched the surface." She said, leaning towards him a little as their eyes stuck so she could be quieter. She felt her nipple harden as his fingers barely brushed against her bra. "Good, I wouldn't want you to know all my secrets." She smiled though he managed to make her a little weak in the knees at the change in his voice. She leaned over, whispering into his ear. "I want you to tie my wrists up, put me over your knee and tell me I've been a bad girl and then fuck my brains out." She then pulled away, going for another shot like it was no big deal.

#opp: angelo #c: late night workout

thescarredtissue:

Angelo’s head nodded as soon as he recognized who stood at the entrance. “You’re the receptionist,” he said. He knew about the woman; seen her around but never really got to talk to her since he usually worked at night when most people were gone and he had the whole gym to himself. “If you work here, I think Wes would just give you a discount. But knowing him, he’d probably just let you use the facility for free. And yes. That’s my name.”

Nola looked at him and nodded. "That's me." She said. They hadn't really gotten to talk. She knew León trusted him, she wondered if she could get anything out of him. Of course, a first meeting wasn't a good time for that. "You think so? He's a really nice guy. Well, nice to meet you, I'm Nola."

straight no chaser...

lucaxricci:

Luca tried to mask his concern behind a smirk and the playfulness of his words. He was asking Nola for a lot. Did he think she was capable of handling the situation - yes. Would he prefer not being her in that situation, definitely. “No I can’t always be there but I can make sure you’re prepared to handle yourself until I get there.” What Nola couldn’t handle, he gladly would and Luca was willing to throw in a little pain and suffering if she’d been harmed. Thankful that the topic of conversation went to something he considered more fun, Luca shrugged, eyes still focused on her chest, “Definitely.” Rolling his eyes when he realized she was teasing him, “Like it’s the first time you’ve played cock tease.” His teeth grazed his bottom lip as he eyed her hands and the movements that lifted her breasts, pressing them together and leaving them on display, “Why are you holding them when I can do that for you.” Now it was his turn to laugh. Head nodding as he smiled, “How should I make it up to you Nola Bunny? What did you have in mind?”

Nola was trying to be brave about the whole thing, she liked to say she was confident in herself, and she was most of the time. This was a bit out of the comfort range. "What, does that mean you're going to teach my to defend myself? That might not be helpful in a room full of fighters." She said, raising an eyebrow. She was definitely going to be better off using her 'charms' to get out of trouble. She grinned at his reply about her breasts. She knew she was well endowed, but it was something she rarely used to her advantage. "Oh, come on, you know I don't do it too often." She said with a shake of her head. She tried not to tease him too often, mostly it was just to get things instigated, much like now as his eyes stared on her ample cleavage. "Well, you didn't offer, you're welcome to later?" She winked. "I mean, if I'm not gonna be getting anything from the people I spend all day flirting with and I can't sleep with them, I better be getting something later in the day, yeah?" She said.