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*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
Alexandra was now reconnected to the rest of the world. And as a result the stores all over the island had been jam packed with people looking to restock their shelves. Mayor Adum Brate had made the decree that people would be allowed to shop in reverse alphabetical order during certain times once the stores were done cataloging their new stock. All of the stores in town were closed on Monday the ninth. Reinhardt’s were allowed to go shopping on Thursday and Fiona had brought home several bags of groceries. But Vinent went out when he was allowed, because he had a few things he wanted to get that Fiona had not gotten. Always practical, Fiona had gotten some basics they had not had in years. Milk, eggs, sugar, white bread and sandwich meat among other things that had been non existent on Alexandra island since around early July of 2017. But Vincent wanted to surprise Fiona with something special and she hadn’t gotten all of the ingredients for it.
Of course, people all over the island were talking about food, mostly. A few had mentioned condoms, as the Love Shack had restocked their shelves along with everyone else. Fiona had picked up a decent sized box of them while she was out. Alexandra was still easing back into the use of cash from the barter system in use the last three years almost, but now that computers were reconnected to the banks, Vincent had given Fiona his dusty bank card which, fortunately, still worked. He’d been stunned that the money from his music royalties was still being paid from Kagiso Jackson’t account. The world really had simply spun on without them. But it meant his bank account had not suffered as badly from his being cut off from the world as some people may have been.
As he came between their building and Earthcakes, he heard Zilpha Ainsworth humming to herself as she swept the sidewalk in front of her place. Smiling at the sound, he crossed Water Street and entered the Market. He wasn’t the only customer, he realized. Kagiso Jackson, Adum Brate and Nicodemus Caito were among the customers. Moving through the aisles, he grabbed a box of cornstarch, then searched for cocoa powder. For one terrible moment, he thought they might not have any, but then he spotted the cans, near Adum Brate, who had a cart with milk, eggs, butter, flour and other basics. He held in his hand two bars of baking chocolate. Placing them in the cart, he looked up and smiled at Vincent. “The wife hasn’t had brownies in years…” he offered by way of explanation.
Vincent smiled and nodded, holding up the can of cocoa. “I’m making Fiona my hot chocolate.” he chuckled.
“Women and chocolate.” Mayor Brate laughed lightly. “Megan understands why I had people shopping in reverse alphabetical order, but for a minute I think she wishes she’d married Christophorous Zabat.”
Both of the men laughed and turned in seperate directions. Vincent went to check out. Fiona had bought enough groceries to last them a week, at least. His two purchases were extras. Thinking about it, he picked up another gallon of milk … just to make sure.
Checking out took him longer than the actual shopping had. But it was worth the wait and soon enough, he was on his way back across the street. Home to Fiona.
Fiona was curled up on the sofa with a very tattered copy of The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. Books had been the mainstay of her entertainment the last few years and the exchange of them had been a near sacred ritual. This one had come to Fiona through Stephanie Yamada. For it Fiona had traded her childhood box set of the Narnia chronicles by C.S. Lewis. It was a hard trade but worth it for the look of joy on young Tristan Yamada’s face when his mother presented him with the gift of something new to read.
Fiona heard Vincent at the door and smiled. As it opened she stretched out like a cat in all directions, holding her open book aloft “What spoils have you brought from your hunt?”
Vincent opened and closed the door and leaned into the living room, hiding the bag he brought with him. “It’s a surprise.” he teased her and shuddered. “I should have brought a jacket with me. It’s still cold out.” he changed the subject and backed up into their kitchen/dining room. There he found their large saucepan and set it on the stove. “I ran into Chief Brate.” he calls to Fiona, although he wouldn’t be surprised if she’d come to see what he was making. Most of his surprises came in food form, as that was one of his greatest talents. No grocery store was needed for him to play her a new song composed with her in mind on Igor his harp. “He was getting the basics, plus chocolate. He’s making his wife brownies.” he laughs. “Said she hadn’t had them in years and, now that I think of it … their kid has probably never had chocolate.” it’s amusing to him that he was also in the market for chocolate at the store, although he was making his hot chocolate. Now that he had started, part of him chided himself for not making the Reinhardt version.
Fiona rolled lazily unto her stomach. It had been a rare sleepy day for her. She let the book gently slide to the floor, spine open, forgetting where her bookmark had got to and grinned "So is that a hint that it a chocolate surprise? Minstrel, you delight me and it will curb some homicidal tendencies. And that's sweet about the Brates. I'd love to see little Isabella's face as she eats her first brownie." Fiona kicked her bare feet up on the side of the couch. She was wearing a green off the shoulder old sweater and a worn pair of black leggings blown out in both knees.
Vincent mock sputtered. He didn’t keep secrets from Fiona, nor did he believe in surprising people, as his life had been filled with too many surprises. “You got me, Boss.” he started by taking out the cocoa powder and mixing it with sugar in the saucepan. “But you have to admit, it’s a little chilly. It’s only March, after all.” he chuckled. “Izzy will LOVE chocolate. I mean .. she's a kid.” he let his mind wander a bit as he stirred in the milk. “You know, she’s not going to be the only kid in town whose never had chocolate … or real candy in all these years. Or pop .. or any of the other things kids love. Daisy’s kid and all the others born After. I bet the celebrations will be all about the food.” he watched his mixture. “Cause … Jayla hasn’t had chocolate, either.” he realized. “And when the Yamada’s get together, they get together with your family.” SInce the families were related with Stephanie Reinhardt being a Yamada by birth, they made the largest family on the island.
Fiona beamed "We need a chocolate holiday in honour of it all!" She flipped herself back upright and then bounded up off the couch. "And I don't mean Easter. Something cooler and less guilt woven into the macabre.....I could look on the....god I keep forgetting we have it...the internet!" She scoops up her tablet and starts walking as she types "Chocolate holiday...." Fiona sighed "OK this list sucks..." She taps the screen "Mmmm more promising but damn we missed the chocolate mint day." She turns the screen towards Vincent as she approaches and notices what he's making them "Classic."
Once the sugar dissolved, Vincent put the chocolate on the stove to heat it. “Easter is next MONTH. No way anyone around here is waiting THAT long for Chocolate. Miss Z already looks like she is plotting to bake anything that can’t run away fast enough.” he smiles when she remembers they have Internet back. “Mr Katz will miss all the people the Internet takes away from him.” Zeno Katz has been a lifesaver, howerve, in the time of no Internet. But he smirks. “Mint is probably glad of it. Although he might like being dipped in chocolate.” the young protegee of Adam Brates who had so helped them when he got trapped on Alexandra, Mint Portia, was another city hero. “But we can make our own up … or just have it for the hell of it.” He inhales the smell of the Italian hot chocolate.
Fiona smirks "Indeed." Then she scrolls through and clicks a link "Although maybe not a public thing.....reading about this stupid virus. It seems like Italy is closed now. They even cancelled soccer. And they're freaking out on the mainland because they just had the first death in B.C. there. Why do we have to survive the apocalypse just to meet some fucking plague? Dammit when's the chocolate ready?" She sighs.
As Fiona speaks, the mixture begins to simmer. “Your family IS the public.” he teases as he mixes cornstarch with a little milk. He adds it to the chocolate and begins to wisk. “They closed Italy?” he shakes his head. “Giovanni will be crushed.” he grins and is silent a bit. “I hope we can skip this plague. We’ve survived enough. Life with no chocolate…” he sighs deeply, but then looks into the saucepan and, satisfied, takes it off of the heat. “Chocolate for the love of my life…” he moves to get mugs and fills to, handing one to her.
Fiona gives Vincent a deeply loving look “Thank you. And you are mine.” She blows on it and takes a careful slow little sip. Then she swoons into the kitchen counter, setting down the tablet and steadying herself with her open hand flat beside it. Her eyes close and she breathes out “Chocolate...” like she has found salvation.
Vincent watches her reaction before he sips his own. He moans in a carnal way. It has been so long since he’s tasted chocolate and he’s missed it. He murmurs in Italian, it’s so good. “Yea … that’s chocolate.” he drinks deeply. “This has been a week of … learning food again. The veggies and grains were all well and good … kept us alive but…” he smiles. “Life can get back to normal now .. I hope.” he takes a third sip.
Fiona is still blissed out in her own chocolate nirvana but opens her eyes and giggles at Vincent's moan. She sets her cup down and eyes him playfully and then pulls off her sweater over her head and throws it to the floor followed by leaning down and peeling off her tights. Now in just her bra and panties she picks up the cup again and tiptoes over to him sidling up beside him to drink the rest with an inarguable proclamation "Chocolate first."
Vincent grins into his mug as Fiona pulls off her top and leggings. He clears his throat and drinks the last of it, then sets his mug down. He looks at her and bites his lip, trying to appear nonchalant. “And after chocolate is…” he pauses and looks a bit confused. “Laundry?”
Fiona downed her own cup and set it down behind Vincent rather emphatically "If you want to do it beside the washtub..." She swivels on her foot so she's now leaning against him, in front of him, bites her lip and slides her hands under the edge of his shirt, clearly trying to start pulling it up.
Vincent glances up at her as she slides her hands into his shirt. Allowing the shirt to come off, he even helps it, tossing it aside. His own arms go around her. “I prefer the shower but …” he pulls her closer. “It’s too cold to get that wet…” he moves his hands to her ass. “Wet .. not not THAT wet.” and he angles his up a bit for a kiss.
Fiona listens to him, grinning all the while and lets out a little "Mmmm…" before diving into a fiercely passionate and very chocolatey kiss. She runs her hands over his chest, his back and back to his sides before moving her fingers quickly and nimbly to undo his pants. In between kisses she murmurs "Do you want the shower?" Her kisses deepen, offering more chocolate from her tongue to his.
Vincent always enjoyed her touch and his reaction to it hadn’t changed over the years. “In time.” he murmurs, working to get her bra off and then brushing the cups off of the island counter space and towards the stove. He lifts her onto the counter and begins nuzzling her breasts. Moving his hands along her shoulders to her sides, he is already working on her panties, his cock twitching at the mere thought of her taste.
Fiona shuddered a bit and helped the bra come off, tossing it to one side. She knew his moves and writhed happily at the attention he gave her breasts and then lifted her hips to ease his next move, opening her legs to him after the panties came off, arching and breathing harder in anticipation. "Ok..." She sighed out, submitting fully to him.
Vincent smiled as he sucked gently on her breast, letting his tongue flick at her nipple. As the panties were discarded, he caressed her thighs and legs, moving down her body in a trail of chocolaty kisses. Backing up a bit, he bend as his lips reached her stomach, his hands begin caressing her thighs, then inside of her thighs and up to her labia. He glances up at her, his mind going back through the years. He was no longer worried his Mom would come home earlier than expected. They had all the time in the world … provided one of her brothers didn’t decide to just stop by unannounced….
Fiona gently rocks her body with his movements trailing up and down. She sighs and gasps as he moves from caressing to more intimate touches. She looks down at him, making eye contact as she notices him looking up at her and smiles. "I love you...I want you..."she lets out with a slightly laboured exhale.
Vincent swallows hard when she tells him she loves him. It touches him like nothing else. Smiling at her, he licks his lips. “I love you, too. But are you ready for me?” he asks, spreading her pussy lips, lowering his head and tasting her, flicking rapidly at her clit. Just to make sure she is wet enough for him to penetrate without difficulty.
Fiona grunts a little as he begins, thrusting forward at him intuitively and letting her head roll back "Oh god.....well soon if you keep doing that.....oh....oh Vincent...." She grips the counter hard with both hands.
Vincent grins as he continues to flick at her. He kisses her clit and then glances up, allowing his lips to brush her as he speaks. “Decisions, decisions…” he murmurs. “God Fi, I love you so much…” he kisses her clit again, but then decides he really wants her, but first he needs to make her cum for him because that never has and never will get old.
Fiona laughs a little. She's learned Vincent and his desires. "I love you too....I promise to get off...if you promise to get the fuck in me when it starts. I like your mouth but I have a deeper craving.....so much deeper.: She rolls back, opening to him, inviting him, imploring with her body, aching for all of him.
Vincent smiles. “Deal. Right here on the island…. Again.” he promises. Their apartment was so small and they had baptized it so thoroughly in the nearly a month in which they’d lived together. Bathroom, shower, tub, counters in all of the rooms, couch, dining table, kitchen even the stairs up from their ground floor door.
Fiona grins "I'm yours Vincent. Take me how you want me...." Her voice is almost trance like in the haze of her heightened state. She's already at that edge where it won't take much to push her over. Chocolate is magic.
Vincent knows that tone of voice. She is close and he loves her in that state. He isn’t planning on edging her, but timing is important. He moves his hand to her clit and exposes it and, if that makes her cum, he will immediately stop, straighten and enter her with a groan.
Fiona is perfectly in tune with her body and with Vincent. She presses into the exposure and lets herself tumble into the abyss, crying out loudly to let him know he's welcome. When he enters her and moans her next one harmonizes with his and she grips his back, pulling him in as far as she can, pushing back, exploding energetically in all directions around him as they join and move together.
Vincent knows he is in as far as he can be. For a moment, he holds them in that position and then he pulls her off of the counter, holding her up with strong arms. It’s slightly awkward, but he moves them from their kitchen to their living space and lays her carefully on the couch. Once she is on her back, he lifts one of her legs and wraps it around his waist as he begins to move in and out of her. The counter is great, but the couch is more comfortable and it’s not the first time they’ve moved literally in the middle of making love.
Fiona gives a little squeal when she's lifted. It's a bit of a rush how strong Vincent is sometimes. When he lays her down and shifts her leg she squeezes him a little inside and smiles and then moves with him in the rhythm and grunts and moans at each thrust in. He feels so good. She still riding out on her orgasm. It's somewhere between multiple and just endless, endless joy and pleasure with the man she loves.
Vincent licks his lips and looks down at her, his breath coming heavier and unable to help but move a bit faster. “Fi…” he moans. She is his everything and he suspects she knows that. He looks into her eyes, then gulps and closes them as an intense wave of pleasure washes over him. Those squeezes are in many ways like pushes … forcing him closer and closer to orgasm.
Fiona hits the highest point in her climax after she hears his voice, watching his pleasure build. She grips his hips and screams and then for good measure gives him a few more squeezes as she starts down the slope of her own journey’s ebb. She wants to give Vincent all he needs. She would do anything for him.
Vincent can only take so much and Fi plays him like a harp. He shudders. “Fi …. God Fiona!” he cries out and not quietly. Pumping hard, he cums hard inside of her and leans on his elbow on the back of the couch, panting. “God woman, I love you.” he blows out a breath that is completely satisfied.
Fiona grins as he finishes. She loves getting him off every time. She wraps herself around him and still shudders a bit, still basking and coming down. “Mmm I love you too. And thank you for the chocolate. It really hit the spot.” She teases.
Vincent laughs lightly. “And thank YOU for not spilling it down the front of my pants.” he winks at her. It’s been a while since he thought of that New Years Eve … the miscommunication … Fiona’s pained question ‘Why’ and his impulsive confession of his love for her. And all that followed it. But chocolate had been involved, albeit with hazelnut. He moves to caress her face, nearly speechless with the memory of the first time she made him cum.
Fiona giggles and snuggles into him. "After this long I cannot waste chocolate. In fact they might make that a criminal offence here now. We should petition for that....except for poor kids who lose an ice cream off a cone."
Vincent readjusts himself on their couch and lays with her on it for snuggle time. “Maybe we should petition the mayor.” he suggests. “I’m pretty sure he’d agree. And the children will learn …. When the chocolate is on the floor or sidewalk … that cups are the way to go.” he always has his ice cream in a cup … very possibly for this reason.
Fiona nods and taps his chest "I agree. The cone is superfluous and precarious. Our children will learn correctly." She half teases.
Vincent is smiling and then he blinks. “Shit! Condoms!” he exclaims, her mentioning their children making him realise they forgot that one little thing…
Fiona's eyes go wide for a second and then she exhales and caresses his arm "I think our timing is ok still. It was just too good to stop.....I didn't remember either. It's ok." She seems half convinced but not solid.
Vincent takes in a calming breath. “It was incredible…” he agrees. Then he bites his lip. “And it is ok, no matter what.” he isn’t his father, although those thoughts still flit across his mind from time to time. He pulls her close, remembering all of his plans when it came to he and Fiona … no sex before marriage being the main one that simply hadn’t happened. But he would still marry her in a heartbeat … if he ever got the stones to ask her. “I love you so much, Fiona.” he kisses her softly.
Fiona tries to look unworried but she's a little concerned. She resists the urge to go look at the calendar. It would be ok no matter what but there's a part of her that worries about the strain it would put on their relationship. Would he want to marry her? She knows he's traditional and she wouldn't want him to feel obligated because of something like this. She'd be happy to for all the other reasons. And she does want kids someday. She takes a deep breath and kisses him back and then whispers "I love you too." while pressing her forehead to his.
Vincent feels her forehead against his and feels a bit more relaxed for it. Then he lifts his head and can’t help but move a bit. He stands and moves into the kitchen, giving in to the urge to look at the calendar. Blowing out a breath he returns and rejoins her. “Aunt Flo should be here in a couple days.” he figures. The isolation had made many couples live with means of pleasure besides intercourse until ovulation, to avoid pregnancy. “Sorry … I had to know.” he takes her hand and looks into her eyes. It looks like he might have more to say, but is hesitating.
Fiona laughs out loud now and then with relief exclaims "OK it's not just me stressing. I love you for checking Vincent. I'm sure we're fine. Would you freak out if we weren't? I think that's half my fear....not a baby but us not getting along."
Vincent lays back on the couch and will try and pull Fiona on top of him. “No, I wouldn’t freak out.” he tells her. “I want kids. Want them with you. And we could still go to college and get our degrees even if we had kids.” he caresses her face. “Us not getting along?” he looks a little confused. “We always have .. and living together changes things, I know but .. it’s been a month now and we’re getting along great I think.” he wonders what she’s worried about. Her parents had a rough patch, but made it through.
Fiona looks a little more relaxed and eases into his lap. "I want kids with you too...someday. I mean if it happens sooner it's not terrible at all." She leans into his hand that's caressing her face "Ok I'm just going to say it. I want to marry you Vincent D'Antoni. But I don't want us to do that...if you want that too out of some imposed obligation like a baby. I just want to do that freely and have fun with it." She looks at him nervously. There it was, all out now.
Vincent smiles at her. “And I want…” he pauses and moves her off of his lap, impulsively getting down on one knee and taking her hand. “Fiona. I love you. Will you marry me?” This is not how he’d planned it. He was naked, for one. But he wanted to marry Fiona … and had for years. The proposal is both impulsive and not even remotely.
Fiona is overwhelmed and doesn't know whether to laugh or cry so she basically does both at once and then pulls him to her sliding her legs to one side of his body as he kneels "Holy shit Vincent...yes..." She grabs him and kisses him and then pulls back "Do we have to have a naked wedding now?"
Vincent finds himself also laughing and crying. He kisses her back and chuckles. “Well, considering your family will probably be there … no .. no naked wedding.” he tells her. “I was thinking … Halloween wedding … though ….’
Fiona beams "And everyone could come in costume! Minstrel you're fucking brilliant! It can be morbid and romantic. I so love you....." She throws her arms around him and hugs him tightly.
Vincent smiles. “I’ll wear white. You wear black.” he suggests, as when they met he was dressed as an angel and she as Wednesday Adams. He hugs her hard. “And …. I want to invite Uncle Vincent. He’s not my dad, but we both wish he was.” he grins. “They won’t come in costume, unless you consider black suits and fedoras like Giovanni’s count.”
"That's ok. We know they're secretly the mafia and that's costume enough. Of course you can invite him. Invite anyone you want. I love all of it and I love you." She leans into him and just basks.
Vincent holds her, finally sitting on his butt on the floor. “I love you too, Fiona Reinhardt.” he bites his lip. “I want to take your name.” he nearly blurts. “Not the traditional thing where you take mine. I want to be Vincent Reinhardt.” it’s something he’s thought since the first thoughts that someday he would marry this woman. Then he arches his brows. “Should I ask your father for his permission? Or maybe bake him a chicken lasagna to break the news?”
Fiona sinks right to the floor with him and muses at this "You wanna be a Reinhardt? I'd be flattered to share my name but you realize we're all fucking nuts. Lasagna maybe. I mean he'll never say no.....but for this one maybe just buy him a beer." She laughs. "And get ready for him to call in the uncles. It could get dicey..."
Vincent laughs. “I love your family, so yea. I wanna be a Reinhardt. As long as there’s no height restriction.” he is comfortable with his height, it’s just humor. “Maybe I should just invite all of your male relatives to Statutes… You know. Your Dad, Michael, Jude, Ulick…” the list goes on. But he isn’t deterred. “I’ll talk to your Dad tomorrow.” and then he grins. “You up for that shower now?”
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