#ptn garofano

This feeling... It was different. A nature she thought she lost, and long buried with all the identities and masks she had to wear.

“I know even if I get lost, you'll always find me.” A simple phrase you said that day in a festival. So full of warmth, trust and care.

She couldn't believe it.

Some may call it naivety or stupidity considering you knew her actual profession. But that only made you fall harder it seems. She was unsure if normal people acted the way you do. No, you were special in her eyes. Far more than the Chief she served—that one belonged to dozens of sinners in the bureau.

But you? You belonged to her and no one else. That smile, those lingering touches and laughter that would make her day. All of it, all for her. So unique and worth protecting. The sun in her eyes, the light of her life and the only one she had dreams of every single night.

Everywhere she looked from the work in projects on her desks, towards the flower vase on her side and the pictures plastered on her walls. Each one reminded her of you.

A dress she had been working secretly for the past few days.

A flower vase you bought. “It looks like your hair and it'll bring more life in your room” is what you told her during your shopping spree.

But your presence alone brought more life than all the things she owned.

Of course, how could she forget the pictures? The celebration of your five year anniversary. She never thought she'd had someone that long in her life. Mostly it was because of targets, but you're not a target or even a previous target like the Chief. She chose to keep you out of her own choice.

“Gare-bear?” A voice brought her back to the present. She stopped sewing.

And turned around. Her gaze landed on your nightgown, another piece of clothing she created just for you. A sleepy, tired face greeted her. How adorable.

“Ah darling, apologies, did I wake you up?” She stood up from her seat and wrapped her arms around your waist.

She pressed a fleeting kiss on your forehead, down to your cheek and then a playful kiss on your nose. Your laughter soothed her mind, the way you held her as if she was the only important person in the world.

She hoped it was.

“Just checking up on you, why are you still awake?” You looked over her shoulder, she immediately blocked your view.

“Its a surprise.” She mused and held your hand, tracing your fingers down to the palm. “Don't look until I'm done.”

A pout on your cute face. She moved her hands to squish your cheeks before she could stop herself.

“I promise, it will all be worth it.”

“Then come back to bed? It's late.” You stepped closer, pressed your chin against her chest to look up at you. “Please?”

Oh you... “How could I say no?”

Another laughter filled the room and you took her by surprise by stealing a quick kiss on her lips. You tried to leave, but she already seized you by the wrist and gently pushed you on her desk. No, no, you wouldn't escape her this easily.

“Aren't you such a tease?”

“I learned from the best.” You proclaimed proudly with your arms wrapped around her neck.

“And who would that be?” She murmured, lavishing your neck with kisses, trailing down and down, nipping your skin as she went.

That adorable little gasp. The way you pulled her close asking for more. She pushed away all the work in progress clothes and other sewing materials.

“Who did you learn it from?” She pressed you against her desk until you were laid out to her like the most beautiful person she ever saw and trapped beneath like a prey on a spider's web.

“I'm waiting, my sweet.” More lingering kisses descended on your neck, her hands wandered to worship every part of you.

The desk wouldn't be the best to continue this endeavor but it has been awhile since she did this...

“Y-you—” A sharp gasp left your lips as her hand brushed your heated skin beneath the nightgown. “Its always been you...”

Garofano chuckled, eyes twinkling in delight as she pulled away and took you with her. It earned a soft complaint from you, did she work you up that already? Another smile, another chuckle as she pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“We can continue this back in our bed if you wish unless...” She looked at the clock. “Hm, it's past midnight.”

“I don't care.” Is what you said when you practically dragged her back to the room. A blush blossomed on her cheeks from your eagerness to please and perhaps the thought of spending time with you made her miss it all.

“Alright, but it won't be all night as you would always say.” She knew you could barely last and so did she. “And remember, we should always take—”

She was pulled by the collar of her shirt as you pressed your lips against hers. A slight surprise, but she smiled on the kiss. Her hands wrapped around your neck and with a quick pivot—she found herself beneath you.

Oh.

You were the first one to break the kiss. A smug grin on your face as you tucked a stray hair away from her face.

“Do you know how much I love you?” You murmured against her skin, lapped her neck like a woman starved or parched.

God. She doesn't know. Her thoughts already come to a screeching halt from your words alone. A breathless sigh as she pulled you close.

“I know, darling…” She cupped your cheeks and kissed you once more. Passionate, slow, full of want and need. All the love she could ever have, it was right here above her—close to her.

“I know.”

And she wouldn't have it in any other way.