1924 Italian Grand Prix, Monza Circuit, Alfa Romeo dominates and wins the home Grand Prix with its "P2", Vittorio Jano's masterpiece.
Behind this victory, there's also a super-team: (L-R) Giulio Ramponi, Ferdinando Minoja, Giuseppe Campari, Nicola Romeo (his moustaches!) and the winner Antonio Ascari.
P.S.: Does anyone recognises the writing on their sweaters?
I don't know what the fuck is going to happen in 2021, and frankly I'm scared to find out, but I do know that we all have to start planning our outfits for it now.
It is up to all of us to spend the rest of the decade wearing the most distinctive, unique fashions possible, so as to save our grandchildren from '20s themed fancy dress parties in which everybody shows up dressed in masks and pyjamas.
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Amy was sitting on the couch in Adrian's office at Raines Corp, her legs stretched with the laptop on her thighs and her eyes fixed on the screen, concentrating on reading something. A soft smile lifted his lips as he observed her from the edge of his own screen, his gaze roamed her legs and body until stopping at her face, staying there for a long time.
"If you are going to look at me like that, you could come here and kiss me." She suddenly said with a mischievous smile, raising her eyes at him. He stood up, shaking his head with a soft laugh, and walked to the couch, grinning all the way. "Hi." Amy smiled taking his tie, pulling him closer as he lowered his face towards hers until their lips were pressed together, sweetly and slowly kissing each other.
"Do you have plans for this weekend?" He asked as she folded her legs so he could sit beside her.
"Not really. What's on your mind?" His arm on her shoulders, a curious look on his face.
"I have a surprise for you. And you need a new '20s dress." He winked at her, as she bit down on her bottom lip still smiling, hoping that what she was imagining was correct. She opened google and started to search for the perfect dress.
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"Amy, love, are you ready?" Adrian asked from the living room as he put his hat on. He was wearing a dark blue suit, suspenders under the jacket with big lapels, white shirt, black tie, spats, a silver pocket watch and his curls pulled back with hair gel.
"Almost!" She responded as a deja vu sensation invaded him, he wasn't sure if it was in a good or bad way but she was worth it. "Oh my god, look at you! You look even more handsome than in the movie!" Adrian turned and his jaw fell. Amy was always beautiful, inside out, but tonight, she was incredibly gorgeous. She was wearing a soft rose gold, sleeveless dress embroidered with silver, light gold and light pink sequins, silk fringe, red lips, a short blonde wig, a pearl and rhinestones headband and a small bag hanging from her wrist. She twirled for him. "What do you think?"
"I think you are the most beautiful woman in the whole world and that everybody is going to try to steal you from me." He took her waist with one hand as she smiled big at him. "And that I don't know what I did to deserve having you beside me."
"Oh, you know, just being your amazing self." She stood on her tiptoes, even with her heels he was still taller, and kissed him, placing her hands against his firm chest.
"Ready to go?" He asked, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together.
"Ready."
A short ride later, Adrian stopped the car in front of a flower shop called 'Through the Looking Glass' and descended, taking Amy's hand as he headed to the entrance.
"A flower shop? This late?" She asked as he smiled without saying anything. The place was big, a huge round table overflowing with bouquets filled the space with a strong, sweet flower smell. The ambience was fresh and clean and an enormous fridge with roses, orchids and other exotic plants occupied one of the background walls. A young woman with an apron approached them as Amy looked around a little annoyed that Adrian wasn't telling her why they were there.
"Good evening, welcome to 'Through the looking Glass', how can I serve you?"
"I heard the roses turn black and the orchids red this year." Adrian grinned, eyeing Amy's confused face.
"That's right sir. How many would you like?"
"19 and 25 please." The woman smiled and started to walk to the back as a satisfied Adrian followed her and an even more perplexed Amy walked beside him.
"Enjoy your evening." She said, pressing a button under a painting on the wall and the fridge opened to the side. Adrian heard her surprised gasp as he led her in, a contrasting heat wave hit their faces and the alcohol smell, mostly scotch, filled their lungs, overwhelming them until their senses got used to it.
"Since when is this here?" She shouted to make herself heard over the vibrant jazz that a band was playing in the background.
"Since 1925."
"You're kidding."
"I'm not. I was at the opening night." He looked at her, loving every instant of her reaction, she was smiling, bopping her head with the rhythm of the music and her cheeks flushed, looking radiant. "At first, it was a clandestine bar during prohibition after that it was exclusive to vampires and now, everybody can enjoy it." A mischievous smile was on his lips. "Anyone who can find it and knows the password at least."
"It's like a time machine."
"It is. But now it has a major improvement." She looked questionably at him as he kissed her knuckles. "You are here."
"You can be so cheesy sometimes." She smirked holding his neck.
"But, however, you are smiling." His hand gripped her cheek as the other held the small of her back, lowering his head towards hers, kissing her for a long time. "Drink?"
"Yes, please!" They headed to the little tables at the side of the dance floor, Adrian noticed how everyone watched Amy, feeling a pang of jealousy inside him, until her lips brushed his cheek, ignoring everybody except him. "This place is amazing! Thanks for bringing me and spoiling me by wearing these kind of clothes."
"Anything for you, love." In just a minute, they were enjoying their cocktails, chatting and laughing. Amy had her legs crossed, her feet tapping to the music's rhythm.
"Do you want to dance, doll?" Adrian asked, standing up as her face lit up.
"Lead the way, baby." She giggled taking his hand. "Did you used to dance the Charleston?"
"I actually did back in the day."
"Can you teach me?" He led her to the center of the dance floor, finding an empty space perfect for them. "It's so weird to imagine you doing something like that."
"I have lived almost three hundred years so far, love." He stood in front of her, ready to teach her the basics. "I have tried many things."
"I know. And I love your playful side."
"Good." He made her twirled, her laughter more beautiful than any song the band could play for him. "Cause I adore your smile." He pulled her towards his chest before taking a step back, holding her hand. "First, your hand has to be on my shoulder, like this." He gently placed her palm on top of his shoulder as the other held her free one. "I will make one step forward with my right leg and you do one backwards, then the same but with my left one." He moved forward as she followed his suit, watching their feet. "Now, you go forward and I go back, until we return to the initial position… Perfect."
"This is way harder than it looks." Her steps were clumsy and unsure as her feet continued moving, she was looking at the floor, overthinking her moves.
Adrian lowered his hand, touching her back, until reaching her hip, taking hold of it. "Try to hurry your pace and move your hips with the music as you look at me, kitten."
"Ohh, '20s slang, I love them." She did as he said, gaining confidence and grinning wider. The sensation of her hips moving against his hand and her flushed face, provoked him in a way she only could. A few songs later, he flushed her towards his chest again, passionately kissing her as the other couples kept dancing around them. "I'm pretty sure this isn't part of the dance." She beamed, holding him close, their lips brushing with her words.
"You want me to stop?" His lips taking hers for a moment before placing his mouth on the sensitive part of her jaw.
"Don't you dare." She tilted her head, everything around her disappearing, except him and his touch. He walked her to the nearest pillar until her back met the hard surface, leaning against it.
"You drive me crazy, doll." His voice smooth, as the words slid down on her skin, leaving goosebumps all over her.
"If you continue this and calling me doll or kitten…" She took off his hat, holding it with one hand as the other thread her fingers through his hair, missing the softness of his curls without the gel, pulling it a bit. "... I'm going to rip your clothes off right here and now." Their next kiss was rougher and needy, full of hunger for each other.
"Come on." He took her hand, leading her to a less crowded part until reaching a deserted hallway. She hugged his neck, heatedly kissing him again as he grabbed her hips, making her gasp into the kiss. They stumbled around for a while, going further into the hallway until Adrian forced a door open and they went in.
"Can we be here?" His mouth was on her neck, his fangs slightly scraping her soft skin as a familiar tingling but delightful sensation overwhelmed her.
"Definitely not." The room was filled with a lot of expensive looking bottles, glasses and little wood tables, like some private bar or tasting place. "But I'll pay for everything in here afterwards if it means having you right now."
"I'll take it." She dropped her mini purse and his hat, freeing her hands to push aside his jacket while his mouth, incredibly hot, went down to the edge of the dress' neckline. A couple of her fingers hooked one of the suspenders pulling it and playfully release it, hitting his chest as he groaned. She did it again, on the other side, as his low grunt lit her arousal even more.
"Are we roguish tonight, kitten?" He pressed himself closer, his crotch between her legs and a pleasured sigh emerged from her already swollen lips.
"Says the guy who just broke into private property." He chuckled against her chest, the vibrations of his throaty voice spreading a shiver on her back and goosebumps all over her arms.
"Touche." He took her lips with his again as their tongues played to each other, her hands trying to unbutton his shirt after moving the suspenders and tie away.
"What the hell is wrong with these buttons?" Her finger fumbled for a second as she considered just ripping it off of his body.
"Allow me." He pulled his shirt up, dropping it to the floor as her hands brushed his newly exposed skin, his muscles stiffening in response and his pupils dilating. His mouth crashed against hers again, rough and insistent, her lips parted for him as her hand tugged the hair on his nape. He grabbed her waist while her mouth kissed and nibbled his neck tumbling around, his back hitting a shelf, knocking off at least twelve wine bottles. Her heel kicked a chair and a vase until they finally reached a table. Adrian held her waist and lifted her, sitting her on the wood table with their mouths connected once more. "I have never wanted anything like I want you every single day." He knelt in front of her, his hand caressing one of her legs, slowly going up as she unconsciously spread them wider for him and the dress slid up towards her hips. When his smooth fingers touched her inner thighs, her breath caught in her throat, closing her eyes as his lips rose up in a pleasant smile. His hand continued climbing up followed by his mouth, kissing, licking, sucking, biting as her breath quickened.
"Oh god, that feels so good." He kept going up, his hands hooked the hem of the dress, lifting it so her loins and part of her belly were fully exposed for him. He kissed above her panties a few times, feeling how soaked and excited she was before continuing his way up towards her hips, her flat stomach, her ribcage until she lifted her arms up and he took off the gown, letting it fall on the floor and seizing her mouth again. She took the chance to unfasten his belt and pants, that he eagerly kicked out of the way, the tip of her fingers roaming his firm abs and strong chest as her teeth sensually bit his shoulder. He slipped his hand into her panties, touching her most sensitive zones and going inside her. Her back arched immediately towards him as her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, gripping the edge of the table hard. "Adrian." She purred.
"You look so gorgeous right now, love." His hand moving faster like her pulse, their skin felt on fire, threatening to consume them. A crack came from the table and he noticed with a satisfied smile the fissures under her hands. "Tell me what you want." His fingers continued their movements, arousing her still more, if that was even possible. Her nipples were visible rigid through her thin bra and he licked his lips before taking one with his mouth, gently biting through the fabric, making her gasp loudly.
"I want you, Adrian. All of you. Now." He started to remove her underwear, brushing her legs as the soft fabric left her skin, bearing her for him, her eyes focused on his moves, hungrily watching him as her teeth impatiently nibbled her lip. He pushed down his own underwear torturously unhurried before taking her mouth with his. He thrust himself slowly and deeply inside her, filling every inch of her, her lips parted releasing a gratified moan as the table cracked under her grip once more. Her hands touched his shoulders going to his back while he held her hips, flushing her closer as the pace between them increased. "Fuck!"
He moved faster and deeper, hitting her most sensitive spot almost immediately, her moans intensified and so did his groans.
"It's incredible--" He cut himself off when her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. "--How good you feel." Her nails sank in his skin hard enough to make him grunt, feeling a few drops of blood falling down. He planted his hand on the table, bracing himself as their tempo quickened even more, becoming rough and deep with every shove.
"Adrian!" She cried out as he felt her walls closing around him, getting close to her highest point, holding him like an anchor.
"I'm here, love." He praised, touching her forehead with his while his hand climbed up from her hip to her waist. She closed her eyes, her hands on the sides of his face, their chests pressed together and their lips just an inches apart.
"I love you." She beamed when she almost reached her climax, her skin so hot that it felt like she could burst in flame in any minute.
"I love you too, Amy." He moved his hand between them and began to rub her clit. In just a few seconds, she was coming down, shivering and repeating his name as his mouth crushed with hers, kissing her moans. He followed her and they both stood there, without separating and panting, his lips softly pecking hers while her hands lovingly stroked his cheeks.
"I was right… It does suit you in the '20s." She murmured and he chuckled a bit, still holding her close. "This place is wild."
"They didn't call it 'The roaring '20s' for nothing, love." They kissed again, softer and calmer, until they heard some passing noise behind the door so she climbed down and they changed into their clothes. He took her hand, lacing their fingers, and went outside. The band was still playing in the background and only a few people were still inside, lazily dancing around.
"Adrian... One last song?" He turned, holding her waist and she looped her arms around his neck, smiling. They danced until the sun was almost out, enjoying and holding each other close.
