she may be this strong, vivacious woman, but there is a stark difference between Vendetta and Marzia
no one ever saw the real Marzia except for you and her father, she does not let her walls down unless you prove you're worthy of her trust
she never thought she'd have a romantic partner she could fully trust, you bring out a side of her she thought she was never capable of
who knew this bold stern warrior would be such a gentle lover? (i did!)
open to having children, it was never a life goal (but is delighted at the idea of her next generation having your features and personality!)
requests for her kitchen staff to learn your cultural and favorite dishes, whilst sharing her favorite Italian dishes
presses the idea of you moving into her home so she can protect you better
private but not secret, that's how your relationship is to the public
she rents out restaurants and cafes just so the two of you can privately have your dates (and maybe get a little risky too!)
you want it? she got it for you. there is no limit to her desire for you, and she courts you properly
the proposal is quiet and gentle, exactly how your relationship is
the ring is huge, like its so dangerously huge it may rip a hole into the atmosphere if the sun glared onto it.
she maaayyy or may not have went through your saved images and search history to see what kind of rings you like. but she immediately put back your device as soon as she got the info she needed. she values privacy and doesn't want to invade yours.
she is possessive. if anyone dared to even look directly at you when she was around, they'd be gone instantly. she is not afraid to protect and defend what is rightfully hers.
in the rare times she's seen out with you, she makes sure you are the picture perfect reflection of her love for you. you are adorned with jewelry, the finest clothing, the sturdiest chic shoes (in your style, of course)
she loves fighting, it's all she's ever trained for. sometimes it translates into verbal fights with you, she says something in the wrong tone or critiques a bit too harshly. she always apologizes and learns from her mistakes, secretly jotting down what she has to improve on (she will NEVER call you names or be disrespectful to you, don't get it twisted!)
she lets you play with her hair and style it. she loves head massages too, especially after all the scalp tension she gets from her ponytail
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she loooves rough aggressive sex. it's practically the only kind she knows
she will call you names in bed (princess, slut, pocket pussy, cumslut, my whore)
cmon, she's clearly a dommy mommy. she knows how tall and muscular she is, and puts her physical attributes to work on you
puts you in a headlock as she hits it from the back .... oh my....
nod to the earlier hair note, she secretly likes when you grip on her hair, in any and every position. it feels vulnerable to her, she's letting you take control of where her head is
she brought up the idea of you riding her abs. she couldn't stop dreaming of you making a mess on her stomach!
ever since then, your quickies consist of riding her abs and her giving you head. she gets off on giving you pleasure
fucks your hole with the hilt of her sword. "but it's too big-" exactly.
she once cleared out the conference room in the middle of a meeting to take you right on the table. she couldn't stop thinking about the set you have on under your clothes
she saw you staring at her armor for a little too long... so she folded your legs up and fucked you while she wore it
she loooveess when you dress up in lingerie for her. she calls you her little pet and buys you more sets that she can rip off of you
author's notes!
first official post how do we like it?! can you tell im a bit traditional when i called it 'courting' lol. i will make more headcanons in the future! some oneshots and fics coming up soon <3
Vendetta likes to have you around for public appearances because she knows that you can take care of yourself. She's attracted to power and strength, even if she knows her partners will never be at her level. You just need to be able to hold your own.
Vendetta keeps a very strict public profile that she doesn't break, and all the things you want for in private are eventually granted to you, even if it took a long time for her to open up.
The first big thing is her insistence that when you're alone and having intimate moments of any kind, she's Marzia. You're the only one who gets to call her that, the only one who has for a long time.
Marzia doesn't do a lot of domestic stuff, but she'll pay people to do it for her so you don't have to either. The only thing she really ever seems to want you to worry about is occasionally cooking her a meal (they're her favorite because you made it even if it tastes bad)
She spends most of her time training or sleeping, and when she's sleeping, she wants you around. It doesn't matter that she gets distracted and ends up just staring at you, she still feels rested.
When she does actually fall asleep, she's a very heavy sleeper. Mouth open, probably snoring but it's muffled by whatever her face is pressed against.
You're getting spoiled because she's got the funds to spoil you. The only stipulation is that you don't disrespect her by refusing her gifts. That has caused fights before.
Marzia is awful to fight with because she can pack a punch verbally like she attacks in the arena. She'd never raise a hand to you, but she will say something that leaves you so ashamed you can't look at her after.
Marzia is bad at actually apologizing, even if she's definitely in the wrong. Marzia buys your forgiveness or tries to coax it physically with kisses and sex. You can count on one hand the amount of times she has admitted she was wrong.
She's very driven, to the point of obsession. You're the thing that breaks that concentration when it becomes too much. No matter how dark of a place she puts herself in, you're always offering a guiding light out of it.
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She is spoiling you inside and outside of the bedroom. You're going to always get what you want, even if she'll take her time giving it to you. Sometimes she says you have to "earn it" but the things she asks for are never more than what you can handle.
Marzia isn't overly tender in bed. Her love is passionate and kind of rough at times. She doesn't see the point in doing anything softly.
She's vocal, like really vocal, and in the heat of the moment, you aren't going to hear anything in English. It's like a switch flips and she's just speaking Italian.
Her strap looked comically big the first time you saw it, but she eased you into it. Sometimes, Marzia likes to wear it without actually using it on you.
Nothing comes for free, but Marzia would never force you to touch her if you weren't feeling up to it. Sometimes she also just wants to feel your body writhing in her hands.
Expects full obedience in the bedroom, and while Marzia doesn't like the idea of fighting during sex or punishing you, she's not above it. She also knows that the worst thing she can do to you is just stop, leaving you unsatisfied.
She likes that you're "softer" or "weaker" than her and need more care. Sometimes it feels like she's teasing you, but the way she melts when you really need to be taken care of makes up for it.
You'd better not hold back for her, she wants everything you could possibly give. It doesn't matter if she's giving or receiving with that. She wants all that you have to offer.
Marzia loves hearing her name, and each time it's moaned sends a rush through her body. She wouldn't mind if that was the only thing you ever said in bed.
Marzia rarely lets herself be vulnerable enough to be taken care of, but she will always take care of you. She knows that she can be a bit rough, so if you ever ask for anything after sex, she's doing it without question. If you don't tell her you need anything, Marzia likes to hold you just to feel the press of your bodies together.
B - Body Part
Marzia's favorite body part of hers are her hips, specifically her hip flexors because she always catches you staring at them. Her entire body is sculpted, but that's always the first thing you look at when she's naked.
Her favorite body part of yours are your thighs. Marzia loves how soft and plush they are, often resting her head there when she needs to clear her mind.
C - Cum
Marzia doesn't let you leave unless you've cum at least once. She always wants more. Marzia doesn't care about leaving a mess because there's always someone who can clean it up for her.
D - Dirty Secret
Marzia would never admit to this, but she once stole a pair of your very ruined underwear before a big fight in the arena and tucked it into her armor as a good luck charm. That ended up being her most successful run and she set a few records.
E - Experience
Marzia is very experienced. She knows what she's doing in bed sexually, even if the intimacy is what takes her a few tries.
F - Favorite Position
Marzia's favorite position is cowgirl. She loves to drive her hips up into you as you ride her strap. If you're not using toys, Marzia likes to pin you down against the bed and eat you out until you're literally tapping out.
G - Goofy
Marzia is very serious, including during sex. It's only ever lighthearted if she's trying to tease you.
H - Hair
Marzia definitely keeps things trimmed pretty short if not clean shaven.
I - Intimacy
Marzia is definitely going to spoil you once she's sure that you plan on sticking around. She doesn't want to put in a lot of effort for someone who isn't going to give it back.
J - Jack off
Marzia is okay with mutual masturbation, but she hates the idea of you touching herself without you being around, so she assumes you feel the same way.
K - Kink
Since taking over Talon, she doesn't get to fight in the arena anymore, so she likes to roleplay being back there. She's always the champion and you're her spoil for winning.
L - Location
She believes the world is hers and will touch you anywhere that doesn't cause you embarassment to the point of being upset.
M - Motivation
Kiss her neck and she's going to bend you over right then and there. Aside from that, she gets really turned on watching you do domestic things. She didn't think she'd get that kind of life, so she isn't sure what else to do with the feelings you stir up.
N - No
Marzia is adamantly against anything that feels violent. She won't hit you no matter how much you ask. A little hair pulling or roughhousing is okay, but Marzia draws a clear line at slapping.
O - Oral
Marzia is partial to giving. She'll get hers too, but she wants to see you cum. She knows that your favorite orgasms are from when she eats you out, which makes them her favorite too.
P - Pace
Marzia tends to go at a rougher pace on any given night. There are nights when she slows down a bit, but for the most part, Marzia tends to like things kind of fast and hard.
Q - Quickie
She will give a quickie, but never receive. If she's got time to touch you and can, she absolutely will.
R - Risk
Anything you ask to try, Marzia will consider. She has trouble denying you anything.
S - Stamina
She can quite literally go all night. Possibly beyond that with her conditioning, you're always the reason that she stops.
T - Toys
Marzia's favorite toy is her strap-on. She thinks of toys as useful extensions of herself during sex. Whether that be her trusted strap or something else like a vibrator or plug. She will use them both on you and herself, depending on her mood.
U - Unfair
Marzia doesn't tease you much. She'd much rather just make you cum so she can do it again.
V- Volume
Marzia is a loud person. She's moaning, talking you through it, and just making noises to make noise sometimes. She's also fucking you harder if you try to be quiet.
W - Wild Card
On the rare night that she's feeling submissive, Marzia will often come to you with a collar on with the saddest look in her eyes like a kicked puppy. You know that means she just wants a night where she doesn't have to think about anything other than what you tell her.
X - X-Ray
She's a very opulent person, so her underwear is always made of the nicest and softest material. It's also always going to be flattering because she never knows when the two of you will have sex.
Y - Yearning
Marzia has a pretty high sex drive. It's very easy to turn her on, and she also just wants to touch you even if she doesn't want to be touched.
Z - ZZZ
You fall asleep first no matter what. Marzia will wear you out so that you sleep first. It's not that she doesn't trust you because she does, but Marzia just likes to watch you sleep.
Tensions had been flying high for weeks now. Marzia had taken over Talon, but nearly half the team seemed to have left. She tried to keep you out of it, claiming that everything was fine, but you could see the cracks. All you had done was ask for her to take a break and spend a bit of time with you. Marzia had blown up at you then, and in the heat of everything let it slip that Vaira was right by her side.
You knew it was a possibility that Marzia would work with Vaira. Sanjay was supposed to be the liaison for Vishkar, but Marzia insisted on having "only the best" at her table. It shouldn't have been a big deal, she had proven herself loyal to you time and time again, but you would always be insecure about Vaira. She was beautiful, poised, and powerful in ways that you couldn't dream of. She was perfection personified in your eyes, and you knew just how deep Marzia's love for her used to run.
"Why don't you run back to your Vishkar whore if I'm such a fucking burden to be around!" you shouted. Marzia quickly moved in to close the distance between the two of you, but she stopped when she saw you flinch. Marzia had never so much as raised her hand at you, and you could see the betrayal on her face at your reaction. "Marzia, wait!"
You tried to chase after her, but it was too late. She hadn't even grabbed a bag or anything. Her jacket was hung up on the rack by the door. Marzia had just up and left without a word. At first, it was enough to make you immediately remorseful, but Marzia didn't come back by the morning like you assumed. Left on your own for days, your remorse turned into resentment as she didn't even try to check on you while she was away.
Nearly a week after the initial fight was when Marzia tried to make her return. She looked like a wreck, but you didn't let yourself just give in and forgive her. Marzia had picked a fight with you and run off, most likely into the arms of Vaira. All you could think about for those days when she was away was the two of them together, laughing as Marzia buried her strap deep inside of Vaira's cunt.
"I see you finally found your way out of Ms. Singhania's bedroom." It was a low blow for Marzia only having just come back, but the time for begging for her forgiveness had passed. She left you by yourself with no contact for a whole week. You weren't going to let her back into your good graces with some tear stains and a couple of kisses.
"How have I mistreated you to make you think I'd do something like that? I love you. I would never cheat on you, never. I wouldn't hurt you on purpose, especially not like that. I'd never hit you, never," Marzia's voice wobbled as she tried to open her arms to you. She seemed to be more upset by your flinching than she was with the insinuation that she'd go back to Vaira. "Please, you have to believe me. I love you. I missed you. I just want to be with you, please."
"Marzia," you sighed softly. You hated how easy it was for her to draw you back in. She didn't close the distance between the two of you. Instead, that choice was left completely up to you. No matter how angry she made you, you still loved Marzia at the end of the day. It was an easy choice to go to her, one that you were glad you made as she hugged you tightly.
"What Vaira and I had was fun, but it wouldn't last. We didn't want each other for the right reasons. I know that she can be a lot, but in my eyes, you're the one she needs to worry about. It's you that I'm thinking about as I rebuild the world for my empire." Marzia went all in on the theatrics as she dropped to her knees and placed her face in your hands. You couldn't look away from her, not that you were sure you wanted to.
"Marzia, get up. I'm too tired to do this, let's just go to bed," you sighed. She rose slowly and wrapped her arms around you. The embrace was loose, as if to give you an out in case you didn't want to be so close to her yet. It was rare that Marzia ever made you mad enough to demand your own space, but it had happened before. She always sat back and sulked like a sad puppy until you relented. Marzia knew you like the back of her hand, so you could never be certain that she wasn't playing you to get what she wanted.
"I don't want us to go to sleep angry," Marzia mumbled as she pressed a kiss to the side of your jaw. You tilted your head back on instinct, something that Marzia couldn't help from smirking at. A small bit of anger bubbled up at the sight of her looking so smug, but it died down when you felt the gentle presence of her hand on the small of your back. Her fingers moved back and forth, something she did to calm both you and herself. "Before we go to sleep, can I do something for you?"
"For me or to me?" you asked her. Marzia blushed at your question, and you could tell from the look on her face that she was caught. A fight always made Marzia a bit more riled up than normal, and arguments with you seemed to bring out a needier side to that. It wasn't like when she'd come back from the arena and bend you over the nearest surface. No, what Marzia wanted from you was softer, much more than most would figure she was capable of.
"If you don't want me to touch you, just tell me. Say the word and I'll stop, I swear." Marzia sounded like she was on the verge of begging. You had never let it drag so far, and this was no exception. You cupped Marzia's cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss, one that she took over with practiced ease and a steady hand on your waist.
Her hands moved lower until they rested on the back of your thighs. Marzia didn't even have to prompt you to jump into her arms so she could carry you into the bedroom. Her lips barely left yours as she walked the two of you to the bedroom. She kept a hold of you until both of you were in bed, and only then did Marzia reluctantly let go to help you undress. You knew to primarily take care of your shirt and pants, that she'd want to be the one to fully reveal your naked body.
"I don't want to go so long without seeing you if I don't have to again," Marzia mumbled as she pressed her face into your chest. She peppered the skin there in soft kisses. Any other night, Marzia would have relished in marking you up for her own amusement, but tonight she pampered you. Every touch was deliberate. She didn't want to unravel you like a cheap toy, she wanted to make you feel good.
Marzia kept her head down as she let her lips carve a path down your torso. It as rare even when she was being apologetic for Marzia to relinquish this much control to you. She was an dominant woman, and everything about the way she touched you and refused to look up at you felt submissive. Your heart raced in your chest at the thought of Marzia finally submitting herself to you after years and years of maintaining such a dominant bedroom presence.
"Please, I'm so close," Marzia whispered as she settled over your legs. You had managed to keep your knees together until Marzia pleaded with you for more. She mumbled her thanks to you as she leaned down to press a series of kisses between your thighs. "I love you."
"I love you too." Your reassurance shouldn't have meant much of anything, but the way Marzia looked at you after left you breathless. There was never any doubt about your love for Marzia, even if you were angry with her. Just like despite your insecurities, you knew how much Marzia loved you without all of this showmanship. She didn't need to kneel in front of you every night for you to know how much she obsessed over you.
Marzia reached up and grabbed one of your hands in hers while the other spread you open for her to properly take in. Marzia's tongue moved in deep, slow strokes. She was gentle without underestimating what you could handle. Marzia knew you well, and each stroke of her tongue or kiss only proved it. You were a mess in her hands almost immediately, but Marzia gently lapped up all the arousal dripping from your cunt.
"I love you," Marzia repeated. You could feel it more than you could hear it. She moved slowly and gently, but not without passion. Even without the constant verbal reminder or subtle brush of her thumb against the back of your hand, you knew how Marzia felt. Nobody had ever taken the time to get to know your body like she had, and the way you were built up and gently guided back down was just another way Marzia tried to show her love.
She didn't ask anything of you in return, not on a night like this. Marzia let you take as much from her as you could handle, and the moment you started to squirm, she backed off. You closed your eyes as you tried to catch your breath, and then kept them closed to avoid her stare. You could feel Marzia resting with her head against your hip, eyes most likely firmly planted on your face as she took you in. It was a loving gaze, but not one your brain could handle in the moment.
"I would rather lose everything again than do the things you thought I could," Marzia whispered as she traced little patterns against your skin. You let your hand fall to her head, gently entangling in her curls. "I wouldn't get in bed with Vaira again unless you told me to, and even then, I'm not sure that I want to."
"You're a bad liar. You love me, yes, but I bet you dream about taking turns burying yourself in the both of us," you laughed. Marzia scoffed, but didn't deny the thought crossing her mind.
"I think we'd be better off inside of you, not that I'm interested in sharing..."
Marzia felt like a paragon of restraint around you. How she had gone from a slew of women taking up very brief residence in her bed to being unable to clearly remember the last time she had been with someone was beyond her. Marzia knew that she loved you, but the build up of physical frustration was beginning to wear on her. She had felt this way for months, and yet, she found herself unable to say anything to you about it.
Something about bringing up sex made Marzia nervous, or as close to nervous as she could be. The woman was on top of the world, but all she wanted was to be on top of you. Sex wasn't too far off for the two of you, even if you had never taken that step with anyone else before. Marzia could sense that you were full of pent up frustration as well, but a part of her needed you to be the one to concede first, even if you weren't quite sure how.
"You aren't being very gentle," Marzia teased as your teeth scraped against her ear lobe. Somewhere along the line chaste kisses had turned into heated make out sessions, but Marzia always stopped things early. "How would you feel if I started biting you?"
"Relief probably," you huffed. It was supposed to go unnoticed, but you and Marzia were always too close. You always heard the groan before she pulled back, but you had never said anything like this to her before. Marzia looked surprised, yet pleased at the same time.
"Aw, is my poor baby frustrated? Do you need me to take care of you?" Marzia teased, and for a moment, you swore Vendetta took over. She had always loved to play with her prey in the arena. You had heard the rumors and knew the bedroom wouldn't be any different. "Say the word and I'll give you everything you want..."
"Marzia, please," you whined. The two of you stopped to take the other in, and in that moment, you realized just how long this had been building for. It was more than her hand on your thigh or mouth marking up your neck. You had felt a lot of things that you couldn't quite place, but Marzia recognized all of it instantly.
"I have left you to suffer for too long. Come here." Marzia didn't wait for you to settle more comfortably on her lap before she stood with you in her arms. She was nearly sprinting trying to get you into the bedroom, not that you would have moved with any less urgency.
Despite her eagerness, Marzia took her time with you inside of the bedroom. She didn't pull at your clothes until they tore, she removed each piece of clothing with great care. You weren't left exposed either, with an offering of Marzia's outfit coming first before she even tried to take anything off of you.
The nerves you felt were sated with the loving look in Marzia's eyes. She had briefly seen your body before, but never like this. You had never been hers to look at and take in like this. Her hand hovered above your bare waist as her eyes searched for the tiniest sliver of hesitation. Marzia knew that you wanted this, but she also understood how different things felt the closer the two of you were to actually going to bed together.
"You're like a dream," Marzia mumbled as she pressed her lips to your shoulder. There was a flash of something hungry in her eyes when she pulled away. You tried to focus on it, on the rush you got from being wanted, but all you could think about was her skin on yours.
The warmth encased you completely. You had never felt so much smaller than her before in the entirety of your relationship. Marzia's body caged yours against the bed, and even with your torso completely free you didn't think you'd have the strength to move anywhere aside from where she wanted you.
"I want to touch you too," you told her. Marzia froze, head dipped down to press a kiss between your hips. A trail of saliva glistened under the overhead light to clearly mark out the path Marzia's mouth had taken. She had primarily ignored your breasts, but let her lips move where she believed you were most sensitive.
Marzia sat back on her knees and crawled back up your body. She grabbed your hand and placed it in the center of her chest. You could feel her heart beating steadily in her chest. Marzia let you feel the steady beat of her heart before she pulled your hand up to her lips to press a kiss to your palm.
"My heart would beat out of my chest if you wanted it to. I'd rip out of my own chest and hand it over if it would please you. Do you want to feel what you do to me?" Marzia asked. The question seemed innocent enough, but when you nodded Marzia took your fingers into her mouth.
Your eyes went wide as she sucked on your fingers. A trail of spit stuck connected them far past her face as she guided your hand between her legs now. They hovered for a second, Marzia's eyes once again searching for any sign that you didn't want this before she finally let you feel her.
"This is how I touch myself when I think about you." Marzia's words sent a rush of heat straight to your core. Her hand covered yours to move your fingers the way she wanted them to. You almost couldn't believe the position you were in, but the heat wrapped around your fingers made it real. You could feel the clench of her muscles as she fucked herself on your fingers.
You had touched yourself before, but touching Marzia felt completely different. Her body was hardened muscle in a lot of places where yours had been soft. She knew what she wanted where you had fumbled your way through finding what felt good. Marzia's guidance was welcome and for more than just the feeling you got hearing her tell you all these things.
"I've been thinking about you so much lately. I'd give you up as a distraction if I didn't need you so badly," Marzia confessed. She pushed your fingers to curl, coaxing a noise out of herself that you had never heard before. This was more than the breathiness of Marzia's voice or small gasps. All you wanted was to hear it again, so you waited a second and then curled your fingers again. "That's it, you're a natural. I knew you'd be able to fuck me just how I like it."
Your face flushed at her praise. She tilted your chin up when you tried to look away. Marzia held the eye contact well, even as your fingers curled inside of her again and again. Gasps turned to moans, and the quiet command for more. Marzia's voice wasn't harsh, but you couldn't mistake the order for begging or pleading.
"Come closer." Marzia pulled you in for a kiss, lips crashing against yours almost violently to cover the whimpers threatening to escape her. She was close, cunt clenched around your fingers. You swore that you could feel her hands shake as she gripped you from trying to hold off. You wanted to hear every noise escaping her, but Marzia was quick to keep her mouth covered to muffle them. Still, you felt a swell of pride in your chest as she cradled you against her chest as she caught her breath. "You look very proud of yourself."
"I did just make the head of Talon cum." You didn't try to hide your smugness as you looked up at Marzia. She chuckled and shifted a little beneath you, sliding her thigh in between your legs.
"Oh my god-," Marzia gasped as she felt the slick heat between your legs, "-I need you. I need to taste you, please."
You barely had a chance to nod before Marzia was flipping you onto your back. This was far from the first time you had been pinned beneath her, but you had never been naked before. Everything about now was different, but Marzia was careful to keep you relaxed. It was in the little things she did like holding your hand or the gentle stroke of her fingers against your thigh.
"Such a good girl spreading her legs for me," Marzia cooed. She ducked her head down between your legs and slowly dragged her tongue between your folds. The feeling alone made your head spin, but the vibrations from Marzia moaning kicked your body into overdrive.
You had always been polite, often to the point where people thought you were weak-willed. Marzia knew that wasn't the case, but you were never someone to just take or demand. You always asked, but Marzia couldn't ignore the heat building inside of herself when you pulled her in with both hands threaded in her hair.
"Marzia. Marzia, please." You couldn't think of anything other than her as she let you grind against her tongue. Marzia relented on keeping control in favor of letting you have your way with her. She didn't try to pace you, instead kissing, licking, and sucking as you bucked against her face. She would have more time to pick you apart later, now she just wanted to help you get off.
"Breathe," Marzia reminded you as she laid her head against your thigh. Your body shook beneath hers, even after she had pulled her mouth away. You had cum before, but it had never happened with quite the impact before. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill as her fingers pulled back. "You're still holding your breath."
"Stop watching me," you whined. Marzia chuckled at the petulant tone your voice had taken. She pressed a kiss to your skin and pushed herself away from you to get out of bed. You wrapped yourself up in a blanket and began to drift off to sleep by the time Marzia came back to you.
"I am sorry about this," Marzia mumbled as she grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you to the edge of the bed. Your eyes snapped open as you let out a shriek, not having expected her to just grab you like that in the first place. "Come on, we need to clean up. Someone is coming for the sheets and the bath is ready."
"You're evil," you grumbled as you followed Marzia into the bathroom. She didn't laugh at you at first, but she was unable to hold it in as she caught your pout in the mirror. "I should have made you wait longer."
"Don't act like you didn't need that just as much as I did."
< that night she took over talon, that was the final straw. your marriage to marzia had been distant and cold as her thirst for vengeance only grew insatiable.
< you remember the look on her face when you handed her the divorce papers. a part of you wanted to snatch it back from her hands, beg her to change, but you didn't recognize the woman you shared a bed with.
"...amore? this isn't what it is, sì?"
"...i'm sorry. your tyranny on talon is scaring me, it's alarming. i know of your violence but... this isn't what your father would have wanted. i'm sure it's not what i want."
< you two didn't have children so the process was smooth and fast. you took off marzia's last name and claimed back your maiden name. you remember marzia's poorly-hidden cringe the first time she heard your maiden name in place of her name.
"well, my name is being changed back to my maiden name."
"...your name sounds better with mine."
< if anyone asked, she would say she isn't upset. but honestly? she suppressed her true feelings. she knew you are the love of her life, and she let her relentless drive for vengeance overpower her devotion to you.
"ms. bartalotti, i recommend you seek help-"
"shut the fuck up."
< the time away from you was the closest she's ever been to death, and she has fought the deadliest opponents. she performed weaker, couldn't hit the same punches, and your side of the bed remained empty and cold. she drank a bit more wine than usual with her meals, each sip a reminder of your absence.
< despite her erotic nature with you, she went celibate when you left. she committed to waiting for you to come back, even if it meant no sex for a prolongated amount of time.
< this woman was so confident you'd come back to her. she may make mistakes, but her intuition is undeniable.
< she "stumbled" upon you in your favorite grocery store. she was a stuttering mess. you looked as beautiful as the day she lost you.
"amore?"
"marzia? what are you doing here? i thought you were in italy?"
"just uh, business to take care of here."
"...in this little town?"
"...yes?"
< you invited her to come over to your new apartment. she said yes a little too fast.
"i got a new apartment after we divorced. would you like to... come over?"
"YES."
< she finds herself being kissed by you on your doormat.
< after your hot and heavy reunion sex, she laid there, quiet and simply holding you. you were used to her immediately getting up to do whatever after each round of sex, so this behavior surprised you. you could swear you heard her hold back her silent cries.
"marzia? are you crying?"
"hmm? what?.... n- no, just catching my breath."
< after some time, she gets up to clean you up and give you water. you both sit down on the bed, facing each other and facing the truth- you two shouldn't have divorced.
"i was wrong, i shouldn't have divorced you. i haven't stopped thinking about you. im sorry, marzia."
"shh, shh. don't apologize, i shouldn't have let my rage take over my life. you, are my life."
< you didn't expect her to be so emotional. she broke down in tears when you agreed to give her another chance. she grabbed you into her strong arms with such a hold that took the breath from your lungs.
"o- oh, my god!.... th- thank you, thank you amore. you will not regret giving me another chance. i love you."
< you tell her your boundaries and requirements, and she passionately nods and agrees with everything you say.
"amore, i will do anything you want, anything you need. simply say or gesture, and you will have what you desire. including me."
< in a perfect world, you would have her give up all of the violence, but you learn its simply a part of her. she proves herself to you, prioritizing you over generic work stuff (even though nothing is generic about being a tyrant).
