Things were simple, clear, and implicit just by the look of them. The guests' solemnity was exalted between applause and cheers, celebrating the couple at the center of attention. Perhaps the proposal was unexpected for some, but for others, not so much. The young woman with green eyes could not contain her astonishment at what the other presented to her. Shining before her eyes, neat and symbolic, was a golden ring with a gleaming stone.

"Jolyne..." The young man with a charming smile who she called her lover was filled to the brim with nerves, still standing as he presented to her the ring. He was willing to say everything that his heart cried out before asking the question that would change the course of their relationship-and if she decided, their future. "You've made me everything I am now. From the moment I first saw you and you smiled at me, I knew that you'd be the only thing I would need in order to live. I'm not exaggerating; I love you and I want to spend the rest of my days by your side..." He finally knelt down, holding up the small black box that encased the ring. Without taking his eyes off her astonished face, he asked, "Will you marry me?"

The emotional shouts came before he even finished asking the question, almost causing the couple to go deaf. Some wept tears of joy while others rejoiced at such an exciting moment. Although, that was all very much in the background as the young woman finished comprehending what he had said.

With her hands on her lips, she barely assimilated what she was experiencing. Was she hallucinating? It had come completely unexpected to her, more so during the night of her birthday, which was usually celebrated at her parents' house.

Confetti and streamers fell between them as she looked at her boyfriend and, perhaps, now her fiancé, painting an unusual image of the smiling, excited young man.

What was this feeling? The slight lump in her throat that began to form choked her words. Did she want to cry?

"I..." That was the only thing she could form, feeling pressured to say something. She looked around, making sure that what she was experiencing was not some kind of joke or illusion. What she found were the attentive faces of the others present, waiting to hear what she would say.

"Come on, Jolyne! Say it!" Her dark-skinned friend encouraged her excitedly. The young woman removed her fingers from her mouth.

Friends and family were waiting for her response, so she decided to be quick about it.

"Yes, Anasui, I'll marry you," she said without stumbling over her words. The hubbub increased until it was almost deafening. That didn't matter, however, as the pink-haired young man stood up and eagerly kissed his now betrothed and soon-to-be wife.

Of course, she accepted his kiss and then took a step back so that he could place the ring on her finger. The action was the emblem of what would soon approach, a journey there was no turning back from. That was the case, right?

"I promise to take care of you forever and make you the happiest woman in this world," he said through tears. Jolyne almost fell into the same state, but why did she feel something different from happiness? Or was it just the shock?

Without saying anything else, Jolyne hugged him as he showered her with all the love and enthusiasm he felt for her. From within his embrace, the young woman looked behind Anasui at the family crowd's exaltation following the tribute, between congratulations, laughter, and other gestures that meant joy.

For some reason, she felt fairly oblivious to it all.

As her eyes began to water, they met a pair a little further away from the group. Aquamarine eyes stood out among all the merry gazes. She immediately knew she identified with that pair of orbs. When she saw him, her heart squeezed and the sobs that threatened to come out with impetus were not limited to manifesting themselves on her already reddened face. She closed her eyes and buried her face in Anasui's tall shoulder to avoid feeling discovered by the other man.

The onlookers believed that they were tears of joy, but the young man standing at the threshold of the room entrance with a drink in his hand knew that those whimpers were exactly what he felt.

He would have liked to cry too, but it wouldn't be right to.

...

The noise had died down a bit after the marriage announcement. However, the party continued, scheduled to end much later. The dancing and clumsy steps of the guests followed the rhythm of the music thundering the floor, while their screams and laughter gave a pleasant atmosphere. Or so the young woman felt while standing a few centimeters outside the group.

Alone and away from the energy of the house, Jolyne allowed herself the freedom to go out into the garden, wanting to ventilate her lungs with a bit of the night air. Sitting on the concrete bench, she was filled with a freshness that calmed her senses as she took time to admire the stars, comparing their brightness with that of the precious stone embedded in her ring.

Was there any sense in it though? It seemed she was only trying to distract herself.

"It's a beautiful sky for such a special night, don't you think?" Behind her, a masculine voice was heard, pulling her out of her momentary loneliness. With a slight start, Jolyne turned her head, twisting half of her body in his direction. She found herself again looking at that face, which was melancholic before but now calm and serious.

"Giorno," she said, not having expected his presence, at least not this early.

"I just came to congratulate you. I would have done it a little earlier before you came here, but there was so much fuss that I couldn't." He approached and took a seat next to her, placing a colorful party hat on her head. "Congratulations."

Blinking a few times, Jolyne readjusted the cone on her head.

"You're congratulating me? But you already did that as soon as you arrived, right after Anasui." She received a laugh from the blond-haired man in reply.

"Yes, I congratulated you on your birthday, and now, I'm doing it again because you're getting married," he answered naturally as if he was not affected at all.

Jolyne raised her eyebrows, not buying it.

"Even if I don't want to," Giorno admitted, turning to the sky, which she had been admiring only a moment ago.

"Yeah, well..." Scratching her arm a bit awkwardly, she wanted to look to her side, but she was determined to let him know what she was feeling, at least between the lines. "To be honest, I don't want you to either."

"Congratulations are given when a couple gets engaged, no?" Giorno looked at her again, his expression mirroring hers. "And even more so if one of the two is important to you." He didn't look away from her, implying something that she already knew, but then he changed the course of the conversation. "I mean, everyone here adores you, and we were all invited to congratulate you. It's normal to do so on such an occasion."

"You say it like you were obliged to, but you aren't forced to continue staying at this party," she said, knowing how uncomfortable the older boy must feel. The hint was perfectly caught by him. "Believe me, had I known that Anasui was going to ask for my hand today, I wouldn't have invited you."

"And miss an event as important as this? Pff! Never." For Jolyne, it could have been a night like any other, even if it was her birthday or the date on which the next course of her life was decided, but for Giorno, it meant a lot in some way. She was aware of that to some extent; though she knew him, it was one of the things that she did not quite understand about him. She adored that about the blonde, so she wouldn't bother to find out, though that also made her worry. "You know, it would hurt me if you excluded me from such an important, defining moment of your life. Hurt more than him asking for your hand." Shrugging his shoulders, he found himself being eyed with confusion. "I'll be there on your wedding day too."

"You didn't show that same optimism when I saw you standing there as Anasui put the ring on me." She could not completely hide what she knew the blond was feeling; it was as if they knew how to read each other.

"Well, you didn't look very animated either, so even if I wasn't happy, I stayed there watching you. I didn't leave even though I could have. But look, I'm here with you now," he replied without shame. Jolyne rolled her eyes, but her heart was actually moved. Knowing that he could leave whenever he wanted to, she couldn't feel more grateful for having him there with her; he captivated her with his very presence. "Anyway, we both knew this was going to happen sooner or later, like it or not." He took the hand that wore the ring, squeezing it without regret; she allowed him to. "Your relationship with that fool was not made official for nothing. From the beginning, you were destined for him even before I came into your life." Without any charge of conscience, he referred to the one with pink hair. Perhaps that was not funny to Jolyne, but she did not say anything about it.

"Things could have been different, Giorno," she objected, unable to resist the urge to imagine aloud what could have been, at least for the last time. As he came a little closer to her with a smile, he could perceive her perfume; it enchanted his senses. He had the fervent desire to hold her and never let her go. But there was so much he would not say, let alone giving into this urge. "But...

"Do you mean to tell me that you don't want to marry Anasui? Don't you love him?" he asked, perhaps more than anything testing her heart, knowing what she wanted to really get to. Was he being selfish? Maybe, because no matter how impossible it was, he held some hope about such severe questions. Despite Jolyne's hints, there seemed to be no trace of doubt in her eyes. That hurt a bit, for he knew what it meant, without there being any need for words.

"I'd answer you, but I think you already know the answer. Or would you rather I tell you?" She formed a small smile for the blonde, half-regretting having hinted at an alternative possibility of her situation. "I'm with him, and this is something that we both decided, remember?" Lowering her head, Jolyne reciprocated the hold that Giorno had on her. The blond felt the pressure that she exerted on his hands, remembering the decision in which both agreed not to be together.

Why had they agreed to that? He knew and remembered the reason perfectly, but despite that and the time that had elapsed, he had to ask himself again, 'why?'.

"Yes, you and I decided so, that's true." Not showing it or at least trying not to, he agreed with the burning in her heart. He then raised Jolyne's hand to appreciate her engagement ring. "Things could have been different. I could have been the one to give you this ring. Forgive me that things didn't turn out that way."

The young woman just shook her head. Why? Maybe because Giorno didn't have to apologize for anything. They weren't together only because they were both victims of circumstance. The blonde didn't just get to the topic Jolyne wanted; he did better by being more direct. If she were to be the one to broach it, he might feel quite bad, so he would rather do it for her, for both of them.

There was nothing wrong with him for wanting to recreate the idea of ​​what they previously had, right?

Jolyne silently let Giorno inspect the jewel on her finger. She could see how it traveled in his thoughts, watching how the stone reflected in his pupils. Was she part of his mental journey? She was sure that she was, because when he woke up from his trance, Giorno turned over her soft hand to kiss it. The touch felt slow and delicate. She wanted to taste that show of affection with her mouth and not just with her limbs.

Could she ask him to say goodbye to her?

Unconsciously, without slowing the distressed gesture, she brought her face closer to his. He had not yet separated his lips from her hand, but when he noticed her nearness, he immediately withdrew his mouth from her skin, already feeling the same need as her.

An idea and an immediate connection asking for the same from each other.

Without even thinking about the consequences of what they were about to do, both reduced their proximity until, little by little, they felt the other's breaths. Before they could feel or at least close their eyes, everything suddenly went dark. What happened? Without being able to see each other, their minds wandered.

Their senses were alerted and they moved away without a choice. The party that had previously been joyous and noisy now received the blackout with screams and whistles; clearly, they had also been surprised by the sudden darkness.

"Jolyne!"

At the back of the house, somewhere far behind her, Anasui's voice could be heard calling for his fiancée. Just when she intended to respond to that call, perceiving her boyfriend's concern, she felt a tug on her hand by Giorno, pushing her to stand up. She felt her legs move until they were suddenly running.

"Gio...!" Slow to understand what was happening, she wanted to ask why the blond was moving so suddenly. She knew she was being pulled by him; the scent she perceived was his, and the warmth of his closeness still hadn't left her. She felt a finger close over her lips, not allowing her to speak.

Everything was happening so fast that, for a second, she began to freak out. Then her hurried footsteps paused for an instant and the blonde's breath came close to her ear, causing a strange chill.

"Don't be scared, but please, run with me," he whispered. They continued moving their legs, advancing further and further away from that house.

Unable to object or do anything but run, she felt the pressure to go faster while trying to keep up with him. She was somewhat stunned, not knowing where he was taking her. The blackout had not only affected her parents' house, but the entire area. The only light that helped her avoid stumbling was the moon and the stars, but Giorno seemed to know where to step despite the night's gloom.

At the same time, she was not afraid because she trusted him. To tell the truth, the whole thing began to excite her so suddenly that she almost wanted to laugh. And as if they coordinated, the little laughs that escaped Giorno made her understand that wherever he planned to take her, he was also amusing her.

...

"You're a fool, Giorno Giovanna!" Between laughs and gasps after all the running, Jolyne snapped in amazement and exaltation. "How could you think of kidnapping me on my birthday? You're insane!" She tapped his chest, as he wouldn't stop laughing either.

In the dark, without saying anything, Giorno took the arm that rested on his chest before hugging her. Then without any regard, he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her on the lips, which were panting from exhaustion.

Eyes wide open, she froze, trying to understand what the other was doing to her. Even though her brain did not explicitly process what was happening, she soon reacted to that softness.

Understanding that well-known flavor and the way he moved his lips over her, she immediately responded, at last giving herself to him. The edges of their mouths nimbly danced with one another as if they had known each other for a lifetime. Without straying too far from that reality, the real sensation was the pleasure of finally coming together after missing each other desperately.

It was as if they began to live again, revealing secrets only through the kiss, showing how much they loved and missed each other. However, after becoming a little more aware of what she was doing, she broke the contact and pushed Giorno slightly. She barely detached her mouth from his but not her body.

"Giorno...!" Not knowing what to say or how to react, she blushed in shame, feeling nervous everywhere. Running her wrist from one end of her mouth to the other, she trembled when realizing what she had just done. The blonde knew how to interpret her grimace and how guilty she was beginning to feel, although not by much. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that! I swear!" She began to apologize, believing she was the initiator of that kiss. Shortly before, she had had that same intention when they were still in the garden of the now distant house.

Observing Jolyne's reaction, Giorno released a sigh, a curvature forming in his mouth. He had wanted to reassure her, but it had resulted in her looking more restless.

"Don't apologize when I was the one who forced you. I'm sorry." He caressed her cheek, this time with more innocent intention. "I think I rushed it a bit; it's just that I missed you so much." He was sincere. Why would he lie when she knew best what he felt? He kissed one of her hands again. Jolyne felt more free to express herself.

"Rushed? Don't you know that the more you do this, the harder it'll be to let you go?" She stepped back, questioning him without any grace. "Why did you bring me here? What are you planning?" As she took a more rigid posture, the man shrugged with a smile.

"No reason in particular. I saw an opportunity, so I took it. I didn't want to tell you in case someone might overhear us, but I want to spend one last night with you, Jolyne." She was puzzled. Why did he need all that courage if it was only a simple proposal? "That's why I brought you here in the middle of nowhere."

Even if it wasn't really nowhere, they were indeed quite far away.

"What!? Are you crazy?" Unsure of whether he was thinking the same thing she had been before and unable to avoid imagining what he was proposing, heat flushed her face. "Are you suggesting that you and I...?"

Although he was expressionless, Giorno was, in fact, confused. He waited for her to finish her sentence, but she didn't. Her reaction seemed strange.

"But Giorno, I'm already engaged!"

The blonde did not understand for a second until something struck him. When he realized what she was referring to, he began to laugh heartily, disorienting the other and perhaps also offending her.

"Hey! What are you laughing at?"

"That wasn't what I had in mind, but it does sound a lot better." He ran his finger under his lower eyelid as if wiping a tear, embarrassing her even more.

She realized she had misunderstood. What had he been referring to then? Apparently, her own desires had betrayed her and it was now evident. To be fair, though, he was in no better position.

"Shit, I didn't mean..." She wanted the earth to open and swallow her up.

"I was certain that I was the hornier of the two of us, but this proves otherwise." His laughter quickly died, well aware that there was nothing funny about it. He then tried to reason. "Don't be like that. It's not as if it would be our first time doing it. And I won't deny that I even thought about it, but..."

"But now things are different. I'm engaged. He's not just a boyfriend," she interrupted, melancholy in her voice. She may have startled him a little; her sadness infected him, especially now that she herself showed that she wanted much more than a kiss from him.

He wanted more too.

To comfort her, he lifted her chin towards him, wanting to convey some reassurance. He knew it tormented her, but he wanted to confess his wishes anyway, or the opportunity to do so may never arise again.

"Either way, it's up to you, Jolyne. If I'm honest, I would very much like to do it with you. There won't be any consequences as long as we're careful. But I don't want to force you to do something you don't want to. I mean, it would be the last time ever." He released her, turning away his face to give her a little space.

She was already someone's fiancée, and that someone wasn't him. And even if that were the case, he wanted to show her with body and soul what he felt and what she meant to him.

A couple of minutes of silence reigned in the atmosphere. Giorno already knew her answer. Something deep inside him was sure that she would refuse. He knew how firm she was and, just like she had said, things were now different. He would have to settle for at least expressing it to her in words; that had been his main plan for her and why he had temporarily abducted her. Once he told her everything he felt about her, his heart would feel satisfied.

He wasn't expecting her to share how she felt about him in return, but he still hoped she would, even though she was no longer his. A small part of her may belong to him, but...

"Let's do it..."

Stunned, he redirected his gaze and focused on Jolyne. He didn't know if he had heard correctly.

He knew how to recognize that countenance about her; determination and decision, the same as when she had agreed to be with Anasui. It reminded him a bit about himself as well, since the two were participants in that confidential decision only they were privy to.

Was she really making two such contrary decisions?

"What? Seriously?" Before he could confirm, he felt Jolyne's sweet lips on his. She held his face between her palms, one of which was adorned with the engagement ring. That was his answer.

Deepening the contact, he hugged her waist, now a little more forceful than the previous time.

Yes, they were eager and there was no going back.

"But we have to do it quickly, before they realize we're not there, ok?" Separating for a few seconds, she felt the adrenaline in her rise. "It could be dangerous, but I don't want to go back until we've done it. Please?"

Giorno nodded, excited. He was willing to take the risk, as he felt the same.

"Don't worry, we can go to my car. It'll save us time if we run. It isn't too far from where we are right now, and no one will see us. What do you say?"

Without saying more, Jolyne only nodded somewhat frantically. Thus, both of them ran again, with him holding her hand and guiding her just like before, but this time, they seemed to go faster and more desperately.

...

Not wanting to waste their time with more words, when they got into the back seat of Giorno's car, they quickly covered the glass window with whatever they could find for better privacy; although it was all dark inside and out, they wanted to make sure. They used a jacket, a raincoat, and whatever fabric they did not need at the moment. The clothes on their body soon also became hindrances.

As Jolyne placed the last garment, tying it to the window, she felt a certain pressure on her chest and reflexively touched where her heart was located. It felt strange, but she felt a rush just thinking about what she was going to do. From behind her, Giorno sensed the strangeness in her. He could feel something akin to doubt in her as she stared at the cloth-covered window, but he could not be sure.

Was she regretting it?

"Jolyne?" he called. When she saw him attending to her, she smiled at him as she had not in a long time. That sparkle in her eyes confirmed to him that despite everything that was at stake, she was as excited as he was. So she wasn't hesitating? "Are you sure you want this? I mean, it's still not too late to go back." The act still required asking; her wishes were much more important than his own.

The young woman just chuckled.

"No, I'm fine, it's just that this is all so weird. I think it's the fact that this'll be the last time we do it." Her gaze expressed melancholy as she turned to look at him, but it was not entirely sad, so Giorno could somehow understand her feeling, one so similar to what he professed before. When he attempted to hug her, Jolyne approached without any fear, taking his cheek tenderly. This encouraged him to touch her nose. "I won't regret doing something I love and will never be able to do again." Tears in her eyes, she released all her love, starting with a confession. He hugged her, bringing their bodies close. "Giorno, the one I love is you." As the tears flowed, before any more intimacy, she wanted to tell him this even if it was forbidden. "Please forgive me."

The blonde did not avoid doing the same.

"And I love you, as you have no idea." Before placing a kiss on her forehead, he told her, "Apologies and forgiveness are not what we should be giving now, so calm down..."

As if they understood each other implicitly, the only thing left was to demonstrate their love in a more physical and spiritual way.

Without any more waiting, their mouths met, trying to move slowly; their breaths mingled, becoming one. They felt a relief with that much-needed touch, making it known what it was like to kiss each other with gentleness and purity. Finally, alone and safe, they wanted to enjoy each other, to feel and know that no matter what the future held, they were loved by one another.

And so they would make themselves feel ecstasy.

Thus, little by little, they stopped thinking, immersing themselves only in the feeling. As the kiss intensified, their cheeks began to heat up, feeling a need for more, much more.

The waltz of their mouths increased, the sound of the kisses becoming louder and louder. Their tongues collided at the same time that the caresses roved all over their backs, waists, faces and other parts that they could have at any moment. The friction of skin against clothes became louder.

Breaking the kiss, but still feeling heated, Giorno's lips traveled across Jolyne's face to her neck. She lifted her head up, feeling the path his lips took up to her collarbones.

Little gasps escaped her, her back arching and her chest pushing out more towards him. As he felt the softness of her breasts, still covered with her blouse, she began to remove the straps of her blouse that made it impossible for him to kiss her shoulders. Demanding more closeness, Jolyne's legs fastened to Giorno's waist as he impatiently removed the top that covered part of her chest.

"Huh... Giorno," Jolyne said between gasps, quite desperate. He took that as a sign that she wanted him to remove her clothes. Thus, without paying any mind as to whether they damaged the garments, they removed the clothes that already seemed to hate them. She undid the top buttons of his shirt while he lowered her blouse with some difficulty. He soon managed to free her, revealing the bra underneath that hid her breasts. "You could unzip it from behind, honey." She was somewhat amused by how slow he was to remove it. He passed his fingertip over the closed clasp.

"It doesn't matter, does it?" No, he was sorry, but the rising heat made it difficult for him to think. Jolyne only laughed softly, finally managing to remove the black shirt he was wearing, stripping it down similar to how he had done with her blouse. She ran her hands down Giorno's bare back, feeling that texture that she had not experienced in such a long time, making a special sound that the blonde wanted to recreate.

But first, he stuck his tongue out a couple of times, licking along her cleavage, sampling a small taste of her skin. That immediately elicited a moan from Jolyne. She stayed still, craving his tongue even more. "And this is only the beginning, my love," he said with excitement and also a bit of arrogance. He knew just how to make her feel good.

Moving back a little, the blonde carefully drew out Jolyne's legs, wanting to free her from the constraint of those tight pants she liked to wear so much. She assisted him by taking them off, leaving only the lace briefs that took care of her most intimate part and the white bra that matched perfectly. Once he finally finished taking off her blouse, they immediately locked into another embrace.

Giorno perceived the scent and heat of Jolyne in a more intense way, giving himself a moment to appreciate that aroma as he buried his nose into her neck. He did not stop his palms from wandering everywhere, trying to remove the last of her clothes, pulling and releasing the fabric that was held on her hip.

The sounds of skin-to-skin rubbing and her slight moans flooded the enclosed space, much louder than before. The kisses, from lip to lip, harmonized again with the caresses, happening in a more hasty and desperate way.

Giorno was beginning to be bothered by a certain pressure. Jolyne's sight was already accustomed to the darkness, but she could feel the growing bulge in his pants against her pelvis.

Not holding back her curiosity and feeling quite excited, she separated, watching the bulge grow. Going rogue, she ran her fingers gently over that surface, bringing out a low moan from him.

"You don't know how much I missed that," she expressed mischievously with a small laugh. She loved getting that reaction out of him. Giorno, soon catching his breath, was able to answer.

"I must say, I expected something like this; you haven't changed at all." Feeling more aroused, he unbuttoned his pants. Grabbing her waist, he carefully pushed her down so that he was lying on top of her. "And you don't know how much I love that about you, among many other things."

"I love you too. Now stop talking and get on with it." She loved hearing him express his love for her, but they were short on time and she wanted to make love with him like never before. Likewise, Giorno did not hold back. He again placed her legs on his hips, joining his pelvis with hers.

It was not a strong contact, but they could both feel the other's pressure even while covered. The blonde stroked his nether region against hers, inciting a pleasure that they planned to satisfy later.

He continuously kissed her, pulling one of her breasts out of her bra before pressing it rigidly. At the same time, she caressed his back until she reached the lowest part of him; she wanted to take away everything he had on.

The couple was anxious to be completely naked in front of one another. The one with green eyes and braided hair helped him take off what was left until nothing remained but his blue boxers. They did not take off their underwear yet, however; more than anything, they wanted to be stripped by one another's hands and not their own. And so, Jolyne was the first to let go of the blonde by bringing her hands and face towards his crotch. She wanted to perform an act that he loved. Knowing perfectly the intention that she had, he settled in better to make things easier for her.

Without waiting, the young woman gradually lowered his blue underwear little by little, unveiling his golden hair and a certain part that she longed to take out. Anxious, she discovered that it was offering itself to her face. As he felt Jolyne's breath hitting his tip, Giorno felt a longing desire at her next move.

With a lascivious smile, the young woman massaged the cock with her hand in an up and down motion, being as careful as possible. It was quite delightful for him, but what would come after made him feel a little more agitated. Subsequently, without pausing while touching him, Jolyne placed her lips to his tip for a tender kiss, eliciting from him a small moan. She tested things by rubbing the edges of her mouth across the length in a slow and delicate way. When she reached the glans again, little by little, she introduced it into her mouth, with great care to avoid grazing it with her teeth.

She placidly began to suck the delicacy that she had not tasted in so long, caressing it with her tongue, trying not to choke, wanting to satisfy the man she loved in the most attentive way.

Taking the cock out of her mouth for a moment, she continued to rub a little faster while looking up at him, wanting to see his expression. He seemed to be looking at her too; he had an expression she couldn't quite describe, but it undoubtedly demonstrated pleasure. Satisfied, she kissed that part again before popping it between her lips and taking it inside her mouth. This time, it would be as fast as her hand, though she would still be cautious.

Between the motions, the blond's hand unexpectedly rested on her braided head as if asking her to be less careful. Understanding that gesture, she went faster, taking delight in hearing the moans become louder and pleasurable. She could tell how much he enjoyed it, especially since they hadn't done it in so long. She was the only one he ever wanted for that job.

Giorno raised and lowered his hips, going deeper. He almost wanted to push Jolyne's head even closer; he resisted the urge to drown her. However, as if his wishes were heeded, by the will of the younger girl, she deepened the movements even more until he could almost feel her throat, or perhaps not so much, but that was what he feared. The delight he experienced inside her hot mouth made it impossible for him to make her stop.

The green-eyed man did not hold back his earnest moans, tilting his head. His beloved made him feel such a heavenly way.

It was an addiction so sweet, one he loved so dearly. He would never deny it; having Jolyne there was his need.

Continuing with those vertiginous movements, Jolyne started to become a little tired. She let his cock free, wanting to breathe a little, and instead touched him softly for a bit. She looked a little more liberated to him, although there was still a long way from finishing.

Giorno wanted to please her in the same way, so he indicated for her to stop. He leaned her against the seat before removing her bra abruptly, finally giving himself access to the medium-sized breasts she possessed. Having them uncovered before his eyes, something in him demanded that he take them as if they were his property. Thus, without warning, his mouth closed on one to start licking and biting. Without any caution, he caught one of her erect nipples with his teeth, eliciting a subtle cry from Jolyne.

Without any shame, he released her breast from his mouth before catching it again, making a strong sucking noise. With one of his hands, he fondled the other breast, maneuvering in the same way, only with his fingers. He paid no attention to whether he was gentle or not, though he did not mean to hurt her. His desire just did not allow him to reason as he marked territory, manipulating her at will. Her chest had already reddened, having been pulled, bitten, and kissed to the point that he believed himself to have been possessed by a beast that made him lose his reason.

Feeling tender pleasure, the green-eyed woman felt as if she was before a mercilessly hungry beast. The strong licks and resulting hickeys on her skin brought out several moans that perhaps hurt, but it was a pain that she welcomed. Tousling the blond hair of her lover indicated her satisfaction.

Without tiring, he gave the same treatment to her other breast and did not stop there. A trail of kisses and licks ran over her breasts, then her abdomen, eager to go lower. His lips and tongue traced the surface of her belly.

As Giorno separated from her, getting up, he noticed the lace panties she wore. Compared to her, he was faster and tossed them toward the front passenger's seat without looking.

Neither of them paid attention to where it landed. Jolyne only felt more aroused by Giorno's anxious gaze on her. As he spread her legs, she became even more wet.

Seeing him incline his face toward her thighs, she felt him kiss her right hamstring, causing her a great chill. She relished in the feeling of his breath on her opening and his fingers that crawled through the sensitive edges of her vulva. A soft moan filled the car as her body shook.

Giorno began to stimulate her most sensitive points with his hand. She was beginning to lose herself in the pleasure, as little by little, he licked each wet part. Her gasps increased in volume.

She hadn't enjoyed Giorno's mouth in so long.

The blond, hungry for the flower sprinkled with nectar that only she possessed, lifted her buttocks to eat with greater ease and pleasure. Drinking from her made him feel as if he was being healed spiritually. That action, of course, dislodged her senses and she tried to grasp his golden locks again.

Her chest rose and fell violently, impatient with need. Giorno attacked her flower, causing frantic movements inside of it. Sucking and lapping at every part until even his teeth were involved, he rubbed the clitoris in a circular way. From time to time, the tip of his tongue grazed over and passed through the entrance of her cavity, warning her of an upcoming intrusion.

Jolyne felt as if she was losing her mind, totally lost in the tornado of her vulva. Not knowing how to ask for more, she could only beg him with her gasps, and so on. Giorno stirred with such impetus that it seemed that his head was convulsing, his appetite unsatisfied as he savored incessantly.

Screams that could no longer be contained exposed her amazement. The woman slightly raised her abdomen, looking towards him with a frown. The moans that escaped from her indicated how tense she was.

Giorno did the job so well.

"Huh! Ah!" Jolyne cried out, making her feelings on his handiwork known. He lapped at her opening, making somewhat rhythmic movements, knowing just where to touch. "Giorno..." She moaned his name as he began introducing one finger after another inside her, preparing her.

She almost accidentally pulled out some of his golden hair, but fortunately, they both calmed down, becoming softer in their actions and reactions.

The heat inside the car was palpable everywhere. Their sweat was very visible, shining on their pores, but it seemed to be a long way from the end. Not even time seemed to exist for both of them anymore.

Giorno allowed himself to rest, but after a short while, without asking, he began rubbing the flesh flower again, though much more lightly. However, that soon ended, as he wanted to retain some energy before the best part.

As he separated from her, both were more in love than ever. The blond crawled up to the young woman, kissing her with such gentleness that it almost caused her to cry. Both naked, the blonde perched on Jolyne, leaning on his elbows so as not to suffocate her.

The green-eyed lover made way for him, parting her legs. Giorno settled himself between them, feeling the moisture and warmth that he wanted so much to be on his erect member. They hugged and caressed one another as he mapped the curves of her body just as he had done in the very beginning, slowly discovering again the desire to love each other.

Although they wanted to stay like this for a while, Giorno got up, still kneeling between Jolyne's legs; he lifted his cock. Knowing what would come thereafter, she was fully willing to accept that which would invade her with pleasure.

For one last time, she wanted to feel him inside her.

Supporting his cock with his hand, Giorno gently grazed her clitoris with it a couple of times before guiding it slightly lower to her warm entrance. She was vulnerable, giving herself up, lifting her own hip towards that touch. With great care, messy golden hair plastered to his face, he introduced his rod to the throbbing cavity.

The treasure that the young man carried soon invaded her. She felt the pressure inside her as if it were growing inside and both bodies were connected. So silent and sweet, he returned to his position on her, beginning to move in and out. The young woman also began moving, but she wanted to go a little slower to be able to lift her legs more.

Seeing that they were both more comfortable, he allowed himself to go a little faster, making his beloved moan louder. He did too, but she expressed better what the two of them were experiencing.

They molded together, as if becoming one.

Euphoria consumed their reason once more, causing the grotesque slap of skin when they connected in unison. She released slow, pleasant, and excited moans from her throat. He wanted to swallow her moans with kisses, as if he had not had enough to drink from her, turning her into his strength to finish their ritual of love. Letting her go would be losing his freedom, as he felt and wanted to adhere to her as much as he could. Without stopping the penetration that was going faster and faster, he devoured her lips with a violent kiss.

The rumbling continued, their mouths parting from time to time, for it seemed they couldn't fully focus on both kissing and thrusting simultaneously. The cock jolting inside Jolyne had a little more strength.

Both bodies collided and rubbed, flooding the tight space with delightful echoes. The windows were long fogged up due to their vigorous activity. Even if they were uncovered, the heat inside drowned them in a very satisfactory way, in addition to ceaseless shaking of the car. In truth, they did not even notice it; as they went faster and faster, the only sounds they could perceive were their own.

They didn't want to end there. The blonde was already lifting his abdomen, getting up again to support one of Jolyne's legs so as not to lose his balance and the strength he exerted on her.

That led to the impulse to go much faster, causing both to cry out. The blonde's cock ventured further inside her, discovering even more. The younger girl responded with howls, feeling her whole body pounded mercilessly, almost believing that he had found that point that would bring her down completely. She fell back to the conclusion that feeling him this close, on her body, was her madness and her need.

What would become of her later when he ceased to be shipwrecked inside her? She did not conceive of it and did not want to.

"Ha! Giorno!" Not avoiding pronouncing his name between moans, she shut her eyes, unable to finish assimilating all the feelings that made her believe that she would die with pleasure. "Giorno!" Increasingly sharpening her voice, she held onto the other's arm, directing her slit more towards that penetration. "Giorno! Giorno!" The movements were so strong that she felt as if she might lose her mind. "Giorno!"

Without stopping while also panting desperately, the blonde took one of her breasts, squeezing her so hard that, for a second, she thought she might pass out.

"Jolyne!" He pronounced her name, not hiding his happiness and excitement. "Jolyne, I love you!

The words seemed to come out unconsciously, seemingly unable to contain themselves. They both shuddered. They could not see it, but the force they exerted caused the member and flower to redden, indicating that the thrusts would soon end.

Soaked with each other's sweat, unable to believe that the madness was coming to stop, they gave one last cry in unison. The blonde was unable to hold on. Little by little and before falling, he took out the dick by rubbing it one last time, releasing his fluid on the tired thigh of his beloved, who had been undone by him. Feeling satisfied, he fell on Jolyne's chest, panting just as hard as her.

That moment felt the sweetest. It was not how they had sex precisely, but the fact that they both knew each other so well. Because of the connection they had professed, they knew how to satisfy each other like never before.

Even if it was little, they felt in heaven.

Although they were tired, they were not finished showing their love. Likewise, the younger girl had the desire to kiss Giorno's sweat-beaded forehead as if to tell him how grateful she was to him. Receiving that small, tender touch, the blonde smiled, feeling extremely lucky at that moment. Without moving much, he hugged her with possessiveness.

Jolyne was his and he did not care about the circumstances in which they lived. That is why he showed his love for her that night. The marks on her skin and heart would remain even if they were later touched by other hands. Yes, he was sure of it, and his beloved knew it too even without him having to tell her; the pleading of her body, her gestures, her voice, and her gaze confirmed it. She was his just as he was also hers.

The young woman was thinking something similar, but she felt it rather than coming to the conclusion through reason. She expressed her delight at him being on top of her naked body by stroking his golden hair and giving a couple more kisses. Calming down, she hugged herself.

Simple and clear, they had made themselves felt that night. Who knew if they could let go later? As soon as it was time to get out of that car and return to her parents' house, she felt that she might cry, but it had been worth it. They belonged to each other, one way or another. Their minds would be connected even with the great distance; they would still have each other as they wanted. They were tied, and they would continue to live inside one another's heart.

The time they spent together that night would become her strength to leave the car.

"This has been the best birthday present anyone has ever given me," she whispered without stopping her caressing. "And only you could have given it to me. No one else. It'll always be you."

"Happy Birthday, love. And happy wedding too, I suppose," Giorno said jokingly without worry. She was not amused, but that did not matter.

At the mention, however, she had the sudden urge to check her finger. Her eyes, accustomed to the dark, blinked several times, searching.

"Shit!" she shouted. Giorno winced, feeling a slight pain in his ear.

"What happened!?" Snapping out of his calm and happiness, he became alert. They detangled, sitting upright.

"My ring! It's gone!" Despite their nakedness, Jolyne began looking everywhere. "Damn! If I lose it, they'll kill me." As the magic they had felt faded, stress overcame the young woman.

Somewhat confused and perhaps annoyed, the blonde looked below the seats, understanding what his beloved might be feeling.

"Shh, it must be around here. You were wearing it when we arrived, weren't you?" he asked calmly, trying to ease the atmosphere. She seemed to be the exact opposite, her face reflecting confusion and increasing anguish. "Jolyne?"

"I... I don't know. I don't remember." She had been so eager to get to the car that she hadn't even paid attention. "Could I have dropped it while we were running?" Clutching her cheeks, she thought she might feel colder from one moment to the next. "Fuck!"

"Hey! Come on, it must be inside here somewhere. Calm down, love." He took her by the face so that she would look at him. Thanks to an opening in the window that let the moonlight slip in, Jolyne could appreciate his serene face that smiled at her with affection. Feeling some tranquility, she pecked him on the lips. He happily kissed her back before hugging her. "We have to get dressed first. Let's pick up the clothes, then we'll search for the ring. What do you think? I won't let you feel hurt by a trinket on our last night."

Regaining her better judgement, Jolyne nodded her head without breaking the gaze. The blonde knew how to calm her with a single look. And trusting him, they did as he said.

...

Minutes later

The same darkness outside greeted them as they exited the car. Jolyne practically jumped out, completely overwhelmed. She almost threw herself to the ground to look for anything bearing a resemblance to the ring.

"Jolyne! Calm down, we'll find it."

"It wasn't in the car? Are you sure you looked through your clothes thoroughly? Better yet, check your hair too," she said, remembering that she had caressed the golden locks. Perhaps it could have gotten stuck there. "Help me check if it's under the car. If not... I don't know. We just have to find it!"

It did not matter how much they arranged their hair and clothes to look the way it had before. What mattered most was the damn trinket.

Jolyne looked as if she was considering sniffing the pavement like an animal, tracking her prey. Perhaps it would have been a topic for laughter at any other time, but for now, their time was very short, and Giorno did not want to see his beloved Jolyne crawl on the ground, getting dirty.

Standing next to her, he calmly took her by one of her arms and lifted her up.

"I doubt you're going to find it like that. We have to go." He wanted her to realize the difficulty of finding such a small object in the darkness and on the street. In response, she grabbed him by his disheveled shirt collar, pursing her lips as if she were holding back sobs.

"No! Are you crazy? What will my parents or Anasui say if they don't see that thing on my finger? And I lost it on the same night I got it too!"

"It's only an object, Jolyne. And you and I both know that he doesn't really mean anything to you. Even if you were to marry him, Anasui's affection would be unrequited. What's more, you seem to be more afraid of what they might say to you, though I highly doubt they would intend any harm." He was frank because he knew well what that ring symbolized to her. Although Jolyne did love him, that pink-haired fiancé of hers, her affection did not compare in any way to what she felt for Giorno. "If you're worried about how much your fiancé paid for that ring, I'll give you the damn money he'll need to buy you another one. I just hate to see you like this."

Speechless, she released him, lowering her arms and gaze. She stared at his chest thoughtfully.

"It's not about the money, Giorno, but the feelings that ring carried and the promise we made. I mean, I don't regret what we just did, but..." Her heart could not avoid the increasingly strong confusion.

She was unable to explain it explicitly, but it was unnecessary, since they both felt exactly the same. The guilty feelings were only generated by the forbidden love that they professed, and the wrong way in which they lived.

Wanting to make her forget some of her frustration, he kissed her forehead and lifted her chin.

"We have to go. It's easy to lose a ring, but we have to arrive as soon as possible. Then you can clarify about that ring; I'll help you."

Smiling, Jolyne had no choice but to accept.

She hoped to find the ring on the road, or perhaps Giorno would find it in his car later like he said.

Looking up at the sky, Jolyne stared at the stars, recalling how not too long ago, she had compared their brightness with that of her engagement ring. Curiously, now she thought that none of them shone as she had felt that night with Giorno.

Grabbing a hold of one another's hand, they dashed towards the house, the complete opposite way of how they came. They would return to her birthday celebration.

That moment filled with new adrenaline gave them a joyous goodbye. After all, the future did not scare him at all. Although, things weren't that simple.

...

"Jolyne! Where the hell have you been!? I was crazy worried!" Anasui, beyond livid, snapped at his fiancée, who was just entering the house.

With some candles and lamps illuminating as much as possible inside, the guests maintained a pleasant atmosphere even with the semi-darkness. The little light was enough to ensure they would not trip.

"The silly Chinese food of suspicious hygiene you ordered screwed me up in the bathroom. I already told you!" She tried to excuse herself with the first thing that came to her mind. Maybe it was perfect because it was not exactly a lie, but that may have happened a day before. "But wow! It was so cheap that you just couldn't resist, could you?"

"Okay whatever! What matters to me is that you're here now, and I can see you with my own eyes." Hugging her without warning, he planted a kiss on her right cheek.

Jolyne was somewhat uncomfortable, afraid that Anasui would realize at any moment that she no longer wore the ring. She tried to hide her nervousness.

"Yeah, well... I'm sorry. The last thing I wanted was for you to worry," she said, her double meaning in place, allowing her to speak the truth without also letting him know what she had done. She did not regret her actions in the slightest.

"It doesn't matter. Believe me, I don't mind, because I know that you'll be mine from now on. No matter what happens from here on out." His anguished tone became a bit strange. It surprised her slightly, but she did not want to press further. "I'll bring you some soda. It might make you feel better, since you must have lost a lot of fluids from the Chinese food." Jolyne was puzzled for a moment until she realized he was referring to her upset stomach. She smiled and accepted.

"Sure, I'd like some."

"Well, wait here then. I'll be right back."

Anasui left Jolyne cheerily to go to his future in-laws' kitchen. In the short journey, he looked happy; in the dark, anyone who saw him also looked happy, especially since it was the day he asked for her hand. Stepping into the empty marble kitchen, he soon located the table with glasses and soft drinks. As he took one, a pang in his chest flooded him, causing his expression to change.

His hands trembled as they held the glass and bottled drink. He pursed his lips as if he held something inside that he wanted to express but could not. Wanting to clear his head, he shook his head and wiped away the few tears that had forced themselves out of his eyes.

No, he couldn't cry, not when he had gained everything that night.

With that thought in mind, he quickly poured the soda into a red disposable cup. Just then, to his surprise, the lights turned on, blinding him for a second before his vision adjusted.

"Finally! The lights have returned. About time," he thought aloud. At least he would no longer have to be as cautious while walking. He turned to leave, much calmer than before. However, as he took a step out of the kitchen, he noticed something quite strange in the atmosphere. The guests, who had been quite talkative and a bit noisy, were deathly silent now, making him nervous. What was happening? Turning to the side, he could only see the crowd looking in one direction-in front.

When some of them noticed Anasui's presence, their expressions changed to one of fright. Fright? Why?

Allowing himself to be guided by their gazes, he too looked forward.

And in doing so, he beheld the scene in front of him. His eyes could little understand what they were conceiving. His mind did not relate anything to the moment those two figures came together in such an unimaginable way, disorienting him.

The drink he was holding fell from his hands, echoing in the silence. That caught the attention of the pair kissing before his eyes.

The only voice that was heard was that of the blonde, who a millisecond ago, was kissing Jolyne. She, on the other hand, had an expression perhaps more confused and scared than anyone else.

"I don't think I can let you go," he said with a shrug. When she was unable to answer, Giorno reached into his pants and took out a golden ring with a precious stone on top. "And look, I think I've found it."

He may have been the culprit behind Jolyne's missing engagement ring and he himself may have taken it off when her senses were out of it, but he might never tell her that.

And no matter what the others thought, how disappointed they were or otherwise, to let her go would be to deny himself. If he had to walk on water to prove his sincere love for Jolyne, he would be willing to do it.

"Giorno, you fucking son of a bitch!" Anasui's fury was immeasurable.

Of course, he was prepared to face a reality called Anasui too.

And maybe after that, things could be simple and clear as they always wanted them to be.

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Hello everyone! How are you? :3 Here's my first lemon, and it so happens to be Giolyne xd I hope you liked it, and if there are any inconsistencies, forgive me! Next time, I'll polish the writing.

I based this on the song "Simple and Clean" by Kingdom Hearts, if you'd like to give it a listen, heh.

Well, obviously, I had help. My friend Asker1208, who advised me a lot, and Foenix8, who encouraged me as well, helping me translate this from the Spanish version. They are great people! Thanks for reading!