Chapter 199: Loving The Other Side Of Them
Chapter 199: Loving The Other Side Of Them
Camilla
"Ravens and Crows are both seen as bad omens to most but they are also birds of high intelligence and adaptability." Domenico said.
Two things that he had in every way. I waited for him to continue as his free hand wrapped around my stomach, my side still pressed to stop his chest and my head resting under his chin. Gregorio smiled at me when I glanced at him but I could see the tiredness in his eyes from that single look alone. I didn't even know what time it was here but I know it is probably late.
"Camilla?" Domenico called, breaking the soft silence and lifting his fingers to run through my hair.
"It is a reminder that even those of the highest intelligence and most efficient adaptability have limitations. My mind is a weapon but it is not one I use without thought."
My eyes widened a little as I looked back at the tattoo in an entirely different way, one in which I never would have expected. The raven represented a part that made him who he was and there was a type of vulnerable beauty in it that made a part of me fall for him all over again.
"Thank you," I said after a small stretch of quiet, feeling just a little closer at what he had shared.
Now I wanted to ask about every tattoo and so much more when I knew we should all be sleeping now. I could already feel my body slipping away even though my mind was far from settled. If I had things my way, I would have fought the feeling harder. Only Adriano was the first to notice my decline in energy, followed by my tired yawn into my hand.
"How about we talk more tomorrow, sweetheart?" Gregorio suggested when he realized next, squeezing my legs with the hand he just was previously running up and down my skin.
I quietly groaned the second he tried to move away so I could get up, shaking my head in a weak protest. I know none of them were going to let me stay up through now that I had shown my exhaustion.
"If you sleep, I will tell you about the time Domenico almost killed me with a potato." Adriano suddenly said as he lifted himself from the seat below, water rushing across his skin all the way down to the hard length of his dick.
"What?" I asked in a slight daze, licking my lips before realizing I was ogling.
When I guiltily looked up at him, not fighting the fact the other two stood with me in Domenico's arms, all he did was smile because he knew he had won. Adriano's promise was so ridiculous and I wanted to know more and now I was caving when I was lifted gently out of the hot tub, my muscles loose from the aftercare we all gave each other.
"Good girl," Gregorio whispered in my ear when he stepped out with me, the praise making me melt just as much as the gentle kiss he planted on my cheek afterwards.
I felt all warm and tingly right now as my head rested against Domenico's chest but that soon led to me being transferred into Gregorio's arms. The other two moved into the bedroom and left us behind. The way things happened felt natural, however, I still raised an eyebrow when Gregorio sat me down on the edge of the tub. His body spreads my legs and takes up the space between them.
My breath hitched when his pointer finger hooked under my chin, slowly tilting my head up until I could fully see him and everything he was feeling.
"I love you, Camilla." He whispered as he slowly leaned in, keeping his eyes on me until I could feel his exhale across my mouth.
"I have loved you since I first dropped to my knees and kissed you in front of that mirror and likely even long before that."
I didn't even blink before his lips were against mine, soft and inviting and full of an affection like no other. I think we both fell for each other our first night together but nothing compared to hearing the words across his mouth and feeling the passion flowing within his touch. Just like that, the world faded away and a new sliver of myself became mended after so many years of being broken.
"Gregorio," I called his name simply for him to hear it, to show that I am his as he is mine.
"I know," he said, understanding what I was too tired to say. He knew because he felt the exact same way
"I know,"
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I haven't left their house in three days and while I wouldn't yet consider moving in, I didn't end up having to go to Nancy's to grab my computer because they didn't make it sound like I was leaving tonight either. Telling them I love them was no small thing for me and with everything else that is happening, they refused to let me wander anywhere without them somewhere close apart from the bathroom.
Just spending the weekend with them has let me see an entirely different side of them and it was one I could definitely get used to. Like seeing Domenico in the morning with messy hair in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for all of us and fussing over me like a mother hen. And then, there is Adriano who no matter what got up at ass crack of dawn to work out in the gym downstairs, coming back sweaty, hot and delicious.
However, Gregorio is the most like me, sleeping in and spending the first hour of consciousness cuddling and drinking the coffee we took turns making. His voice was always so tired in the morning and there was nothing quite like him whispering I love you in my ear when we first woke up.
It is fair to say I feel like I am on cloud nine as of recently and while I woke up alone today, I had no complaints because it was accomplished by the delicious smell of something filling my senses from downstairs. I smelt bacon and that was encouragement enough to force me out of Domenico's bed, the one that I fell asleep in last night.
At some point in the night, I faintly remember Adriano coming in to spoon me from behind without a single word but his side was cold when I woke up and I am not actually sure that Gregorio slept last night. Something to do with finishing up something for work and considering he didn't specify, I assumed it was mafia business. If it weren't for Domenico joining me in his bed after I had taken a long bath, I don't think my mind would have calmed enough to fall asleep.
I couldn't pin it exactly but yesterday felt a bit off when all three of them even though nothing coherently seemed wrong. Maybe it is wishful thinking but I hope that if something was truly wrong, they would come to me if they needed it. I suppose I will just have to wait and see.
Walking out of the room wearing the silky pajamas set Gregorio had picked out for me the night before, I smoothed down the uncombed strands of my hair with lazy movements. The smell of breakfast only got stronger the farther I got down the hall and my stomach rumbling with interest in response.
"It is Raphael," I heard Domenico's voice speak from the main floor, strained and clearly unhappy at the continuous ringing of his phone.
I just made it to the stairs when I saw him stepping out onto the balcony, the sun of the day already bleeding deep into the sky. The last time I checked my phone it was just past noon, my body very clearly in need of sleep after Domenico kept me up all night, teaching me the never ending wicked things he could do with his tongue. I could still feel him from the soreness that followed me this morning.
"Sweetheart?" My nickname echoes off Gregorio's tongue at the first sight of me, my eyes peering over the railing to find him reading in a chair just off the living room with plenty of windows to light the pages of his book.
His office was right across from where he sat, the separating wall a mixture of glass and dark wooden frame in theme with the rest of their house. It was clear this slightly hidden corner was his space but the sight of him dressed in dark blue sweatpants with an even darker toned shirt felt inviting. He had stuck to lounge wear for today and I liked that more than I would admit.
"You look happy," he smiled as I made my way over to him, trying to sit at his side only to be pulled straight into his lap.
The first thing he did was kiss me lightly, the contact short and sweet but the caress lingering with the feeling.
"Yes, I am." I said as I twisted to let my legs drape over the arm of the chair, my head falling happy against his waiting chest.
"Do you sleep well?"
The question slips from my mouth at the sight of dark circles under his eyes from either a restless sleep or no sleep at all. He had said he had been working on some important project that couldn't wait but I had at least figured he would have gone to be at some point.
"Yes, I just think the jet lag is still catching up to me."
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