Avoid if triggered by misplaced apostrophe's. (essayel) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-06-10 20:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | emily, vincenzo |
One day in San Francisco - part three of three
Vincenzo held the door open for Emily then let it fall closed behind them as he snapped on the lights. "I don't think," he said, "that I have EVER eaten so much. Ever. Not even when Enzo had his pasta tasting event for charity. Oh but it was good."
"The portions were huge! But so good," Emily agreed as she put her small purse on the table by the door and held her stomach. The tightly fitted dress did not feel as good anymore as it looked after stuffing herself like she had. "I think the walk back here did some good, though, I'm starting to feel less like a stuffed turkey."
"You don't look like a stuffed turkey," Vincenzo said, giving her a smiling once over. "Hey, shall we have something to wash it down? We've still got that bottle of Prosecco and if we're going home tomorrow ..."
Emily playfully turned around in front of Vincenzo seeing his look. "Definitely should drink it away not to waste good wine," she chuckled. "Wasn't there wine glasses in the cupboards? Has to be if this flat is mostly used byartists."
"I was assured that there was everything we could possibly need," Vincenzo said, just a little doubtfully. The kitchen certainly hadn't been stocked with a professional cook in mind. He shed his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair then went to investigate the cupboards. "Yes, here they are," he said, and took two to the sink to wash the dust from them.
"Oh good," Emily said keeping back the comment she had as a ready comeback to the kitchen having everything they could need. "That's already something, it would be a shame to drink wine from normal glasses. Hey, I really need to go and sit down and get these shoes off my feet," she said on an apologetic tone and sauntered off to the lounge on the heels that did not look very comfortable for the walk they had just made back to the flat. "If you need help I'll be there in two minutes!"
"Hmm, wash glasses, dry them, open wine, pour - think I can cope," Vincenzo said with a chuckle. He did all those things and carried the glasses in one hand and the bottle in the other and smiled to see her looking so comfortable.
The strappy shoes had been kicked off - she had painted her toenails as red as her Vespa for the vacation - the pins from her hair removed and she had settled on the soft couch ready to be scooped up under Vincenzo's arm. "Oooh, I don't know how I can adjust to normal working life again after this vacation. I feel so wonderfully lazy and loose," she said smiling like a carefree cat lazying in a sunny and warm spot.
Vincenzo sighed. "Yeah, back to it. I dunno." He settled himself to make a comfortable back rest for her, put the bottle on the end table and placed her glass in her hands. "Think we could find work here? They must need security guards. And you could - cook. We could open a little cafe to educate the tourists's tastebuds."
Emily sipped her wine but her smile widened before she managed to swallow. "Hmm-mmh, don't tempt me, I'm very susceptible to ideas like that right now," she murmured softly as she leaned closer and her last word was practically spoken against the skin of his cheek that then got a kiss.
Vincenzo stroked her throat with the hand that wasn't holding his glass and kissed her with gentle appreciation. "And how long then would it take you to get your stars?" he asked quietly. "I think we ought to go home so you can concentrate on making La Fee famous."
"Well when you put it that way..." Emily sighed. "Besides the Manor would probably fall into chaos and anarchy without you there keeping peace and saving damsels in distress. Damn responsibilities and ambitions. Now we can only dream of eloping together," she giggled.
Vincenzo snickered, almost choking on the wine he was trying to drink. "Ow," he said. "It's nice of you to assume I'm that important. Actually it's Abrams who does the heroic stuff. I just man the screen most of the time."
Emily patted his back calmingly when he had trouble swallowing but laughed anyway. "Oh so there actually is heroics to do? I was kidding, sweetie, um, mostly. I know who this damsel would call in distress." The pat changed to a caress on his neck while she sipped her wine.
Vincenzo smiled and made a soft sound in his throat as he turned to try and kiss her again. Then - "Oh shit!"
Chilled Prosecco - not a nice thing to slosh all down your shirt. Vincenzo laughed and put his glass down. "I'd better get a cloth. Did I get you too?"
"Just a little bit, but don't worry. Lucky we didn't have red wine!" Emily said laughing as she sat up straight to let him stand up and briefly brushed the wine stain on the front of her dress. "It doesn't matter - you won't be wearing that shirt for very long anyway..."
"Won't be a moment," Vincenzo said, chuickling, and went into the kitchen. There was a clean dishcloth by the sink and he dampened it and mopped at the damp patches on his shirt.
It was while he was doing that that he noticed a card on the counter top. He tilted his head and read it, his lips pursing thoughtfully. Rushenko's address and phone number. He assumed that the man had left it and for one moment a little possessive voice suggested he bin it. Then he shrugged and tossed the cloth back onto the counter and headed back to Emily.
"Aww now, it's not that bad," Emily said misreading his expression as he returned. "Throw the shirt to the washing machine when we get home and it'll be as good as new. Don't pout," she said and reached at him with her arms motioning him to come close to her again.
Something which Vincenzo had every intention of doing. He settled beside her and gathered her up in his arms with a sigh. "Oh this is comfortable," he said. "Nice view too."
Which was true - the view over the roofs of the city was stunning. However he was glancing down the front of her blouse.
One would think she would have gotten used to it already and in a way she had, but Emily still blushed remarkably easily even with Vincenzo who made her feel very comfortable and safe. She giggled and glanced down at where he was looking at. "I think there's something you haven't seen before, actually," she said and opened one button to give a glimpse of rose red laces. Then being both coy and teasy she covered herself and gave him a kiss.
"Wow," Vincenzo said, once he had his mouth back. "That was - impressive. Do I get a better look later?"
"Oh I don't know, I was actually thinking of taking a shower and going to sleep," she said and shifted in his arms as if she was about to get up and away - but the big grin pointed out that she was far from actually doing anything like that.
"We can do that," Vincenzo said. "Especially the bit about the shower."
"Uhhuh?" She turned to face him again properly and slipped her arms around him. Her hands creeped under his shirt by the waist. "Lord knows it isn't the biggest bathroom I've seen but definitely runs its cause. Even for two."
"So," Vincenzo said, a smile tugging his lips. "Shower - and an early night?" The smile broadened as he saw the answer in her eyes and he lifted her as he stood and began to walk her backwards to the bathroom.