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Bar of Destiny

Melissa Schemmenti x Fem Reader

Summary: You are going through a confusing path of self identity. Will your views on life change when you meet an Italian redhead in the old sports bar? 

Warnings: Inner homophobia, comphet, alcohol consumption, mentions of hetero relationship, little angst, fluff, Smut.

Word count: 6.3k

Author`s note: I hope you'll like it, trust the process. My requests are open for your suggestions\ideas. Feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy the story!

On a boring Friday evening, you found yourself in a cheap old bar where men were watching tv and talking shit about their wives. How did you end up there? Well, let's start from the beginning then… 

You heard a lot about the self identity crisis but as far as you knew it was mainly common for men in their late 40s. But you certainly were not a man and not that old. To reconsider your life choices and the most calming and thinking spot you could master became this decrepit bar. Growing up in a conservative household with a single mom and being an older sister certainly gave you a hard time. So you mustered a plan to leave this lifestyle and never get back. But some principles, morals and negative attitudes towards the lgbtq+ community stayed. But again you also knew the saying “The gayest people are the homophobes”. And to be completely honest just one little thought about being or trying something with a woman was scaring you to death. And you came here to show yourself that you are a straight woman who can be in a relationship with a man.

You accepted this challenge from yourself, but if you at least like men a little bit you probably would not call it a challenge. To ease your anxiety, you are sipping your beer carefully while sitting alone close to the bar counter. The bar is supposed to close in 3 hours and you still haven't found a good looking man. To put it mildly, all of them looked strange or not to your taste. So far no more than sharing a gaze with a bartender. He was the most normal? Out of all…?

After a while, you sensed an intense stare. And surely it was not from the bartender he had enough work to keep him busy. You looked around yourself to catch the observer but nothing. But the uneasy feeling of being watched is still present in your mind. Your lateral vision caught some movement on the other side of the bar. You tried your best not to interact or make any eye contact. Again you came there to find a guy or try to. However, even a single conversation or hint is uncomfortable, to put it mildly, now back to the incognito viewer. He revealed himself by sitting beside you. The first thing that got your attention about the mysterious man was his perfume which hit your tender senses. You never were a fan of the men's cologne… It was so strong yet you could detect notes of floral-musky fragrance. That could be sweet notes from the female perfume. The idea provided you with little comfort.

Compared to the others at this establishment, he didn't seem as scary. His hazel eyes were on you, seemingly surveying your evening attire. You did the same scanning his choice of clothes for the lonely Philly bar. Taking a close look at his face, brows turned upwards, eyes bloodshot leaving the expression of sadness perhaps sorrow. Dirty uniform and strong smell of mixed vodka with beer. Which is known for being a hell of a hangover. The red handprint on his right cheek. All this has been telling you that this man has been dumped by a woman, the strong one apparently who does not hold back. 

The man got the courage to start a conversation with you. His words were slurred a bit mixed with a rough Philadelphian accent. His voice is smoked with raspiness. You usually loved raspy voices but if they belonged to women, not to men. Once more your mind still wanders to women. Anyway, returning to the subject in question, the forced conversation, you couldn't call it a conversation, it was more of a monologue, you were answering from politeness. 

“What's a girl like you doin here? Aren't ya scared ya gonna receive unwanted attention with this dress of yours?” He questioned with little teasing in the last sentence while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Already got that.” Rolling your eyes you mumbled so he would not hear the words leveling your lips.

“Don't ya be scared I am a good guy, I`m Gar by the way.” He smiled, giving you his hand for a shake. You were thinking about turning him down but you had a task to accomplish, make sure that you would find a man.

“Nice to meet you.” You forced out.

“It's not that I'm prying but why are you here?'' You made an attempt to shift the topic from you to him. You would rather listen than talk about your business and share it with a random man. 

By asking this question you opened the whole pandora box of problems. The guy has been sharing with you like you were his therapist. However, to be fair, he started talking about his job. Most of the time people don't remember his name, only the fact that he is some “vending machine guy”. Women don't like him. You almost chuckled at that. “Gosh men are so dramatic” - you thought to yourself.  

“Ya are a woman, why don't they like me? I have the body of a young man, I work out regularly, I buy them gifts and all I'm left with is a broken heart.” He complained. Signing sadly.

“If I am a woman that doesn't mean I can answer this question. There might be a lot of factors, maybe you are just not their type. Things happen.” You don't even know why you were answering his rhetorical question. 

“Yeah but, I thought that I had found my woman, for real now, I thought that she was the one. Everything was fine, amazing even. I planned a dream proposal for her. I knew that she was a huge Eagles fan and I was going my way to make a deal with Jalen Hurts himself to play our song. He read my words that I had put on the paper for her. And you know what she did? –” 

There was a long pause. He took a big gulp of vodka. Hissing as the burning liquid traveled down his throat. 

“She said: "No "! Can you imagine, I made all this for nothing, she burned down three years of my life! She is the wrong one. I was perfect. I bought her gifts, her favorite snack from the vending machine, and asked her out to the cafes. One time I even saved MY money up so I could pay for our special cruise. And all this for nothing, for the rejection, best years spent on this bitch!” 

He was whining and complaining like a fifth year old boy who did not get his way on the toy that he wanted to buy. “Gosh respect, come on!” - You thought. You tried so hard not to laugh at his face. He is so miserable as a person by himself. A man in his late 50s calling a bitch a woman who turned him down. “Just learn to accept rejection, hadn't he had half of his life to learn it?”. When your mind was lost in thought your ears peaked at the description of his ex.

“But her beauty, ohhh, her body to die for. The tight fitting outfits were showing off all of her gorgeous body. Her eyes are emerald green, red looks of voluminous hair, make-up was done flawlessly, always put together…” He sighed in the memory of his past lover.

Yes, you kind of liked his description but the sad part was that he cared the most was her looks. He said nothing about her qualities as a human. Is she kind? Outgoing? Extrovert or introvert? Does she like to hang out in bars or is she more like a stay at home person? You were having all these questions even though you never saw her. She might be cool if she pissed him off this hard.

__________________________________________Life works as the most humorous TV show that you can only imagine. Garry the man you met at a bar a couple of months ago. Now you were dating? Or so you called it.  More like friends with benefits or relationships without any responsibilities. Well to briefly describe your dynamics as a couple. He was working, you were working, nothing cool was happening. To be fair he tried to organize some dates but they were horrible. You two would always end up at the oldest, rastest bar in the whole town. Just so he can “legally” watch football during your date. If you are completely honest you did not mind, every time he was occupied it felt like a breath of fresh air. Some free time? You were not only “dating” but also sharing a flat. First it was chipper for you to save some money and secondly he was never there. 

Why were you with him in the first place? Experiment..? Or this one of many excuses. Nonetheless, you set boundaries with him. He was too lazy to work on gaining your trust or any sort of effort in these so-called relationships. But the lack of effort simply led him to spend time with his dudes watching football and all that boring men stuff. It didn't matter if he was occupied with work or if he was having fun with women, you simply couldn't care less. 

The main point was that you chose him, and you were living with him so that equals you are attracted to him. If you are finding him attractive that matters that you are attracted to men…? Right?

Despite this miserably boring lifestyle you got yourself into. You went to the bar again. If he can “cheat” or have fun with other women. Maybe you could try to find someone better than him? It was like your tradition at this point to get to that bar to drink beer or something stronger and that usually helped you to forget about your non boyfriend? Or what should you call him? But instead of seeing men there you saw her…

The beautiful stranger was sitting near you at the poorly lit bar. You were curious how she ended up here? Was she sinking her sorrows into the poisoned liquid or was it just a hard week? Did she break up with her boyfriend? Who in their right mind would not treat her right? This time you enjoyed the company of a captivating stranger. Maybe she did not know you liked her calming aura. But she doesn't need this information or she would think you are a creep. She probably has a lot of men beneath her feet. Ready to do anything for her. 

Using your side vision desperately trying not to stare you noticed her brightly red locks. Her hair was like a halo reflecting the red in her hair. Her green eyes were shining with sadness. You started to wonder who had hurt such a beautiful flower. Her delicate fingers firmly held onto the glass with cognac the courage liquid. Index finger playing with the rim of the glass. Debating whether or not she should talk with you.

“Are ya alone here hun?” - Thick Philly accent had brushed over your sensitive ears.

Your gaze was so fixated on her beauty that you missed what she said or asked, you were not sure. It felt like a dream. Like she was not real. You thought you had too many beers to process the situation you are in. Woman simply cannot be this magnifying and most importantly real… In flesh and blood sitting near you.

“You were talking to me?” You answered nervously. Playing with the rings on your fingers. Why were you nervous?

“Yes, we’re the only one’s here.” She gestured around the bar counter. As if it is the most obvious thing in the world. But you did not care if there were people or not, she was the one that took your interest.

Yes, yes you're right sorry.” You suddenly felt so embarrassed in front of this attractive woman. 

“You don't have to be sorry about anything hun. I was wondering why ya would be in a place like this? Why would such a fragile young pretty girl be here?” She asked with curiosity and concern evident in her voice. 

Your mind stopped in its tracks when she called you “fragile”. For some reason you liked it. You were a fight girl. You did not need anyone’s protection. But the word “fragile” tenderly slipped from her lips with care made you want something more. Oh here goes this feeling again — 

“You want an honest answer?” You asked with a chuckle.

“If you’d share” She simply answered, shrugging her shoulders.

“I was gonna look for a man but so far they all are disgusting…” you shared your truth.

This answer made a redhead laugh out loud. The good, sincere happy laugh. When she was giggling her face was hit by the sunlight. Highlighting all of her smile lines and freckles. Her eyes finally lit up with joy. You felt a pleasant warm feeling in your chest. You liked that you could add more smiles to her peach colored lips. 

“I was expecting’ anything but that answer–” her laugh betrayed her.

“Ya are funny, ya know that?” Her eyes sparkled with contentment. And for some reason you wanted to make her smile and giggle more… gosh her laugh sounded like the most melodic sound you ever heard in your life. 

“Well thank you, I guess.'' You were unsure of what to say. It's more like being stuck in wonder. Her beauty was so captivating it was challenging you to stay focused on her words rather than on her looks. 

“I’m gonna buy yа a drink, we need to chat and that’s on me.” She leaned closer to you. Trying to appear dangerous so there will be no room for argument. But it had a completely opposite effect on you could smell her sweet perfume, it was making you more drunk than you actually were. Of course, you said “Yes” to this offer!

That night gave you a new friend and companion during lonely nights. You could always call her and share whatever is bothering your soul. She has a guy for every single problem. The closer you got with Melissa the more tension you got in your household with Gerry. He did not like the idea that you were spending a lot of time with another person. Woman to be specific. He did not know her name or her appearance. But when you brought up all the women he has been with while you were at home he would get defensive trying to find insults. Which you found funny, a grown man doesn't know how to talk with you. He never understands you in the first place.

It didn't matter how open you were with Melissa or how close your friendship was getting. You try to hide that private part of your life. It does not feel right. For some strange reason it felt like betrayal. Initially because she shared with you intimate details of her failed marriage and engagement. You were there with every step of her healing journey. When she was angry, sad, lost, depressed. You started to wonder if all men were like this. Clumsy and ignorant to understand what their woman really wants. Maybe dating a woman is better? 

You felt obligated to share with her but the guilt was too much to be fully sincere. Especially with every passing month, it was enough time for you to gain her trust but you were terrified to admit it out loud that you were taken and saying this to her.. would be the point of no return. So your answer to her curiosity was that your life is boring and you simply don't have a partner. Even if she questioned your honesty with her, it was none of her business. First and foremost she was a friend and not a police officer to question you.

But this particular evening in the Italian's house you felt at peace. You loved to be with her. You felt so content. You have everything you'll need, even wine. She was so sweet to share some clothes with you. To be honest you didn’t bring some of Melissa`s items right back to her until her perfume would vanish away. That’s how much you loved her scent? Her—?

If you believed in God you would have thought that the guy was tempting you today. Melissa wore a short pink pj… That was a strong start to the evening. You could not focus on a single thing. Your mind and body were on fire. Your brain was working one hundred miles per hour. It was too much. But she was acting as if nothing was going on. Of course, all this was in your head. She simply was clueless about the effect this item of clothes was having on you. If you were more engaged in gay culture you would know that what you had at that specific moment called “A gay panic…”.

Your eyes started shamelessly to roam her body in the tight pink pajamas. You could not control it. She looked so delicious. The garment showed more creamy skin than you are used to. Of a year of your friendship you TAUGHT YOURSELF NOT TO REACT at all. Be cool about her tight, sometimes revealing outfits. But this – this was way out of line of your control. Your mind was just screaming how incredibly hot she was. If you didn't know better you would assume that she was seducing you. But gosh those hips and tights. Looked so soft it seemed to you that they were begging for your attention. To touch to explore the new flesh that was open for your eyes to see. And your fatal mistake was to move your gaze up to her chest. Now you were trapped, her breasts were one of the most attractive things. First you thought you were just jealous of her size and how confidently open she was with them. But now, it all felt in place, you got it. How full, squishy and tender they really are. To add to this almost see-through top of her pjs. That was a killer. You honestly don't know how men could be so stupid to miss on this real life goddess. The soft skin and nipples peeking out. You thought you were hallucinating, the buds were calling your name “Touch me” the words were echoing in your overstimulated brain. 

Next final thing was her bare face, it was a privilege to see her without a brave mask which included her makeup. She was a little bit insecure about how she looked without it. But all you could think of was kissing her face every part of it, her nose, eyes, temple. To show your adoration not only with words but with actions. Her skin looked absolutely flawless for you. Hell her body was absolutely fire. The other day she was complaining to you that she ate too much pasta and now she has added weight. But goodness gracious all you could see was the healthy curved body of your favorite woman. You loved her butt the second thing after her breasts and face of course. Even though you were absolutely drooling over her body and sexyness. You were better than a man. At least you respected her more and loved listening to her stories. Back to the subject, her kooley as people in Philly say is a work of art. All natural and seizable. You could only dream of putting your hands there and outrageously roam, pinch, caress all sorts of things. To feel it closer to you to get a better feeling. 

Her hair was put down, all that was left of her styling was a slight wave at the ends of auburn hair. She might not like how she looked like this but god you loved to see her like this. Bare face, less clothes (obviously), and natural hair structure. It was giving you an allusion to the ability to fantasize and experience domestic life with her. Where she is just your Mel and not that tough woman you know. She might appear as a lion but in reality under all these layers of makeup, clothes and hair she is just an orange silly little cat. Who is touchy and clingy to attention and hugs. 

“Hun are ya with me??” Her raspy voice was ticketing your ears pleasantly.  

“Huh? Yes yes.” You tried to sound convincing. Miserably failing with nervousness in your voice. You were caught red handed. She knew that you saw.. more like stared at her body. 

You never could fool her. She saw right through you. The sly smirk on her lips was the evidence that you were completely awful at lying. At least to her. 

“I asked if ya are okay?? You’ve been silent for this whole time.” She said either teasing or worrying, probably both. Slightly nudging your shoulder.

“Ohhh , right I was just thinking about my home stuff you know? Domestic life.” You cringed at your bad choice of words. Stupid lie that you made up on the spot. Without even thinking about it though. You rolled your eyes at the last sentence, which was nonsense. 

When she finally got your attention for the hundredth time. You two began watching the movie which was the main plan for the sleepover. Since you were much younger you would show her some new movies or TV shows that you loved. The biggest secret that you didn't know was that all the shows that you showed to her. Became her comfort movies and series. Calming her down after a stressful day at Abbott. Even though you weren't there with her but when she opened the streaming service to dive into the made up universe and characters it felt like you were right there with her, the whole time. It appeared as if the sun was shining on her during a rainy day. You were her sun.

The movie that she picked today was no help. It was a romantic line between characters who were friends but denied feelings for each other. Kind of reminded you of your situation with Melissa. But even if you would be brave enough to admit it to yourself. You couldn't even imagine what she was thinking about you. Were you her friend? Best friend? A distraction or a good company?

Melissa patted her lap as a sign for you to get comfortable between her plushingly seducing thighs to lay of course nothing more .“What a loss” You considered, but once again you were getting closer and closer with every passing hour. When you back touched her front it was challenging for Melissa to hold down a whimper that was willing to escape her mouth. The warmth of her body was too much, sending all kinds of sensations down to your core. Suddenly you are a hot, nervous mess but in the second she looks at you and pecks your temple you are a putty puddle in her hands. You don't care at this point. You wanted her to decide what will come next. You were just too insecure to make a move on a smoking hot redhead. Sure, she was intimidating but also she had her boundaries that you were too scared to overstep. Because you knew that one little childish mistake will lead you to lose the only person you care about in this town. 

The movie was progressing and a lot of things were happening but you were not focused at all. You tried to steal some glances at relaxed cute and real Melissa Schemmenti. It was such a rare sight for your eyes, but again boundaries. You were unaware how much she thought it was adorable. Oh, how you tried to respect her but also like a cutely clumsy school girl looking at her crush. You were admiring her beauty. Memorizing every small detail of her beautiful features. 

For some reason you skipped the moment in the annotation to the film which was describing the possible sex scenes. And that is certainly something that you would not like to watch together. Firstly it is hella awkward. Secondly you would be left with an uncomfortably wet spot in your panties specilly with Melissa by your side. But here you were with the main characters finally confessing their feelings and passionately kissing. “What dumbasses” you thought. To have all these feelings and not share them with the person you find attractive. (That was currently your situation that you were so stubbornly ignoring).

One blink of your eye and the older woman is pressing you down on her coach. Mumbling something under her breath. Her hands were passionately roaming your already overstimulated body. Her long sharp freshly manicured nails draw shapes over the fabric above your hips. These actions elicit a moan from your rosey lips. She fakely paunted at your moan playing innocence herself. Her sly smile and shiny with lust eyes were telling you another story. There was fire behind the emerald forest of greens in her eyes. She was more than ready to overstep, even ruin those stupid boundaries. Redhead was so tired of looking at the lips she could not kiss. It was a pure torture to the unpatient woman. But you were more worked up than she was. Which led you to yank her fiery locks of hair to make her meet your lips finally. You were so tired of this game for being a year long. Your lips were desperate to taste hers. Sloppy movements of tender flesh against each other. Smearing her cherry red lipstick all over your faces. Slightly biting on her sensitive bottom lip pulling it. The curiosity and excitement is rising in your body, making you buzz. 

But Melissa wasn't planning on holding back. She liked the way you tried to take the lead, but she will teach you manners later by edging you. While she was in thoughts the animalistic instincts took over you and the fact that she was sitting on top of you was just adding fuel to the flame. Her breasts are free from her usually tight bra, all free for you to see. Your hands were faster than you thoughts, you ripped the poor flap of her night t-shirt. And her breasts fall right to your face. Too blissed out to care, your palms squashed the desired flesh of her silky breasts. Nails teasing the very sensitive areolas making her chocolaty nipples stand in anticipation. Silently begging for any sort of attention.  

“Yesss… ah– like dis.” she whimpered out. Her eyes are rolling in pleasure.

Her accent is getting thicker with a mix of arousal and desire. Her raspy voice is like a natural aphrodisiac for you, making you more eager to please. Pushing stubborn redhead on shoulder blades, taking her by surprise, making Mel open her mouth and sneaking your tongue into her warm welcoming lips. She tasted so sweet her perfume was intoxicating your senses, making you addicted to a mix of musky and flowery scent. Her whines were getting louder with passing kisses. Suking on her tongue, your strong hands traveling over her tiny waist. Willing to see all of her you asked permission to tore down the seducingly tight pajama shorts she gave you an assuring nod. 

“No, no, I need your words.” Shaking your head in disapproval. Eyes shining with want.

You whispered in her ear, slightly biting the earlobe. Sending shivers all over her neck and making small hairs on her nape to stand up. You absolutely enjoyed the effect your actions and words were having on her body and state in general. Where is the lion everyone was so afraid of? Right now she appears incredibly lustful. Completely lost in the fog of want, desire, sexual longing. 

“Yes, yes please huunnn” She cried out. Bucking her exquisite hips to ease the job for you.

Ripping down the last garment of clothes seemed like a gift. She was your present to unpack and find the most sensitive buttons to tease and push. Carefully rather agonizingly slowly taking off the light pink, cotton shorts slowly revealing the glistening pussy. It was a view to see. Sexually frustrated Schimmenti trying so hard to suppress her frantic cries. But the ruined garment was the shameful evidence of her desire. You were admiring her long legs and lustrous hips. Now on full display only for your eyes to see. Her thighs seemed immensely empty, lacking any potential markings. Getting under your desire you felt like a predator eating its prey. You carefully started to explore the exposed flesh to your eyes, so hungry for more. Leaving slight love marks here and there initially provoking a sweet melody from the object of your admiration. Finally squeeze her deliciously seducing butt. Electrifying a nasty groan. 

Mel had a naughty idea to catch you off guard. Abruptly grabbing your hands makes your gaze meet. Her pupils were delayed, absolutely fogged out. You looked at her questingly, but she had her own plan, the lion was back and now you were the cat. Pressing tightly her body against your sweat mixing. She boldly licked your earlobe, slightly pulling on it. 

“Look who`s gon` all shy right now, let me be the boss.” She made accent on the last word clearly showing you your place. 

Just the slight dominance from her was sending you to another orbit of fantasy and possible pleasure. Her boobs were again in your face but instead of focusing on pleasuring the Italian beauty you felt how she was tearing your clothes off. Slowly, teasingly to make you taste the same treatment you made for her. She could smell your fluids in the air as she got closer. Sultry sweet, sweat, skin, wine. All in one, that's how she likes you and to add the cherry on top, you were completely at her mercy. Looking at your chest rising up and down, your heart is jumping straight out of your rib cage. To ease the beating she left the hickey right above your heart, leaving a purple and pink mark from the smeared lipstick. Your breasts were tantalizing her. Aroused nipples screaming for any sort of relief from the teasing partner. She took the hint and licked the stripe over the right nipple, her hand playing slowly with the left one. You are crying out at the wet sensation. Melissa`s hands continue shamelessly to crumpling your sensitive tits. Licking, sucking, blowing at the wet aroused skin. Making you surrender completely.

The redhead smiles at your relaxed face but now it is time to give you two a sweet well deserved release. She's been fantasizing about it, how you will come, how she will pleasure you, what faces you would make and how you would sound. Would she use her mouth on you or her sharp fingernails? Or maybe you would enjoy a bit of pain and pleasure together?  Would you scream, cry, fight? She often was getting off on these fantasies. Now she was getting desperate and her inner monologue was turning her on even more. (If it was even physically possible).

But the idea of cumming together and feeling each other's bodies was the one for tonight. So full of delight Melissa has stopped her assault on your reddened breasts. She had a look of concern and excitement written on her face.

“Baby are ya willin` to try somethin`out with me? Do you trust me enough?”

She asked in a gentle voice. Mel broke her dominant attire for this minute, she needed you to understand her intentions were nothing but good. 

“Yes fully. I am all yours.” You whined out in a weakened voice.

Your mind was clouded with all sorts of feelings. Love, arousal, overstimulation? Everything at once. But the concern in her voice and love in her gaze was warming your heart. Even if she wanted to destroy you, you would say “yes” in a heartbeat. 

She carefully parted your legs with warm hands of hers sending shivers to your sentave thighs. The sight of your glossy cunt was making her mouth salivating, just one thought about the exquisite taste was making her hips buck unconsciously. The action made you slip a tiny moan. Melissa put her legs over your hips making your cunts millimeters apart. Heavy breathings, chest rising in anticipation of the pleasure you two gonna share together. You broke the teasing it was too much at this point it felt like hours of torture. (You liked little bit of torture, but now its not about it, now is about connection). 

You palmed her hips, focusing the main attention on her kooley. Slightly pressing your pussies together, clits throbbing against each other. You both moaned at the pleasant contact. The wetness pressed to wetness. You could sense the surprised look from Melissa, she never thought she'd be this wet, and certainly that she could make you this wet. As Schemmenti is, she took the lead. Plush hips riding yours, sending electricity through both of you. Soaked clits touching, making you whine both shuddering at the aching feeling.

“Agh– like this please Mel.” You begged. 

If only you knew the effect begging had on Melissa. She liked every single sounds you made together whether it's a moan or watery sounds from your cunts. You cupped her rosy cheeks, making Italiano look you right in the eyes. The light banging of hips and the wet sounds filled the room. It felt like it was only you two in that room. Just you, just your feelings, pleasure. The heated kisses shared in the tender moment. Tugging at fiery red hair just added to the general bliss. Her soft skin, full puffy lips from all shared kisses between the steamy sessions, dark green eyes completely blown by lust. Melissa swirled her hips again making your clits in contact bringing the sweet pleasure from wonderful frequstion. It almost made you see stars. You were close and so was she. Breasts closely pressed together, nipples brushing, cunts closer than ever.   

“Mel baby I`m closeee.” You cried out, with tears in your eyes.

“Don't come yet, hun I want us to do it together.” Melissa breathed out with drops of sweat running down her face. 

You eagerly nodded, you didn't want to disappoint your lover. Bodies knit together, sweat, skin, smell of sex, and perfume overflowing the room. Melissa`s movements became increasingly stiff and steady making it her mission to make you cum. Putting all her body weight on your pelvis, humping her hips on your clit providing each step closer to the finish. She had her concentrated face which looked hot as hell. At this point anything could make you blow up with pleasure, but as a good girl you waited for your lover. Fiery Italian was getting closer and closer. Her first instinct was to press your head tightly to her deliciously full breasts.

“Yeah I'm almost there, suck on my nipple, hun please! I'm almost there!” She cried out while moving her thighs faster.

Melisa`s fist was in your soft locks pushing you impossibly close to her sensitive breasts. Sucking, nibbling, licking it later to smooth the reddened flesh. To provide the redhead release faster you bucked in the unison. Clits caressing against each other, hips riding the last straw to send you both into pure bliss. On the pick of your best orgasm you said:

“I LOVEE YOUU MEL aghhh!!” 

“LOVE YOUU HUN ughh!!” 

No awkwardness, just all the feelings that were bubbled inside were finally sent free by the sex, no it was lovemaking. Two souls tied together by love. Finally the ability to share and be honest with yourself ended up in a warm embrace with Melissa. She looked incredibly charming, her face a little red, sweat on her forehead but the smile and eye she was giving you. That was worth all the self doubt, battle and toxic thoughts of fixing yourself. You knew for sure you would never find another person who would fit your soul like Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmeni can. 

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And what about Garry? You got the message from him during the night you were too busy to respond. Simply he wanted to know where you were “Where the fuck are you?” But why would it matter if you are laying in the arms of the most beautiful woman you ever saw. You were done with him. He was fucking around and still expected of you to be faithful? Delusional. 

Thanks to Melissa and a lot of self analysis you get to the conclusion that men are probably not for you. No, they were surely not for you. You were lying to yourself for so long and now you were free. You just needed to find the right person and Melissa certainly was the one for you and you were the one for her. She just happened to be a woman and there is nothing wrong with it. There are more benefits than disadvantages.

Happy end! 

The moral of the story is gays, love women and only women. Girls don’t want men, they want Melissa Schemmenti.

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You are more than that part 2

Summary: You applied to be a third-grade teacher in Philadelphia in an attempt to quietly leave your partner behind and start a new chapter in your life. However, your boyfriend managed to get hold of your plans and applied for a crew member position at Abbott Elementary for a future project. What happens in that moment when Ms. Schemmenti investigates something concerning about your boyfriend. Will she initiate an investigation or support you?

Part 1

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Homophobia, mentions of violence, little angst, protective Melissa, mentions of church\religion, fluff, comfort, soft Melissa, dialogue in italian I translated it so sorry for any mistakes! 

Author's note: Thank you guys so much for your support. I really appreciate it! It gave me confidence to write more. You asked for a second part, I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always appreciated! 

Her eyes bore into him, a piercing gaze that dissected his bravado with a cold precision. The mocking cadence of her voice was a calculated symphony, each note playing a part in dismantling the illusion of toughness he sought to project. In that moment, she stood as the maestro of his humiliation, orchestrating a composition that reverberated with the echoes of his perceived arrogance.

A wry smile played on her lips, a silent challenge issued in the face of his posturing. The "bad boy" façade crumbled under the weight of her scrutiny, revealing the vulnerability that lay beneath the surface.

The atmosphere hung heavy with tension, a charged stillness that underscored the power dynamic in that fleeting moment. She had effortlessly seized control, one swing of her favourite bat. BAM darkness…

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As the sun began to rise over South Philodelphia Melissa was coming home from the hang out with her boys, as if you even can call it like such. Walk home was quiet. Morning fresh air was pleasantly giving a chilling sensation to her warm body. That was definitely what she needed. To ease her temper down, not even physically but mentally. She needs to think it through… 

“How to explain to you what has happened? Why did she do that? Why are you important to her? Why does she even care in the first place? Why did she let you see her soft side?”    

Even now she doesn't care about herself, what is going to happen to her after what she has done. That does not matter. She will be fine, if not she knows a guy. She will be fine. Redhead felt relieved that you were never gonna be in danger again. Now she is by your side and you are her family, even though she hasn't even done her move on you yet. Sure she kissed you, opened her heart and talked about her feelings. But officially ask you to be her girlfriend? Not yet. She doesn't want to force herself on you. Make you feel obligated to reciprocate her feelings because she did something for you. Maybe you just were under stress and all that was just emotions talking. She wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible. 

While her thoughts carried her away from the chilly morning she was already at her doorstep. With her keys in her hand she tried to suppress the sound that might wake you up. Pressing the door with her body weight to smoothly push it open. Also she needs to consider her appearance might look quite scary with a bloody baseball bat in the other hand. As quietly as possible she sneaked in. Carefully putting her trustful weapon near the door entrance. Everything was smooth until her phone rang.

“Son of a bitch” she hissed out.

But when she saw a caller's id her temper dissolved.

“Ehi Vinny, hai finito quello che ti ho chiesto?"

(Hey Vinny, have you finished what I asked you about?) She whispered suppressing her voice. Even though you can’t understand the language she still was stressing a little bit.

“Già fatto capo” 

(Already done boss) he answered humorously. 

“Ma sai che sto aspettando il tuo fantastico branzino, le lasagne o la pasta? Magari a cena con te e la tua ragazza?".

(But you know I’m waiting for your amazing branzino, lasagna or pasta? Maybe dinner with you and your girl?) He asked teasingly 

“Oh, fermati Vin, ti cucinerò tutto quello che vuoi. E perché tu sappia che non è la mia ragazza...".

(Oh stop Vin I’m gonna cook you whatever ya want. And so you know she is not my girl…) she sadly smiles at the last words. Little pang of sadness is somewhere deep in her heart.

“Non dirmi che non glielo hai ancora chiesto?  Perché a mia memoria è stata la prima signora a cui hai riservato un simile trattamento... e a chiedere a me e ai ragazzi questo favore"

Don’t tell me you haven’t asked her yet?  Because in my memory it’s been the first lady that you gave such a treatment… and asking me and da boys for this favour.)

“Oh, ma stai zitto! Non conosco ancora Vinny... È molto più giovane e questa notte è venuta da me piangendo istericamente, ovviamente l'ho aiutata. È la mia migliore amica. Quindi come potrei rifiutare?".

(Oh shut it will ya? I don’t know Vinny yet … She is much younger and she came to me this night hysterically crying, of course I helped her. She’s my best friend. So how could I decline?”) She fires back defensively, placing her hands under her chest.

“Per quanto mi ricordo, eri disposto a uccidere solo per Barbara... e se questa ragazza è più speciale della Leggendaria Barbara Howard. So che hai un paio di palle d'acciaio e tutto quell'abbigliamento da duro. Ma ti prego, cerca di sopprimere tutto questo in nome dell'amore! Per favore?". 

(As far as I remember you were willing only to kill for Barbara… and if this girl is more special than The Legendary Barbara Howard. I know you have a steel set of balls and all that tough attire. But please try to suppress all this in the name of love?! Please?”)

“Oi da quando sei un signor Cupido?". 

(Oi since when you are a Mr Cupid?) She sarcastically snorted, rolling her eyes.

“Da quando ho visto come i tuoi occhi fiammeggiavano di fuoco... se non ti avessi fermato... sarebbe morto”. 

(Since I saw how your eyes were flaming with fire… if I wouldnt stop you.. he would be dead.) Vinny gently reminded her. 

Melissa has a quick glance at the covered with blood baseball bat. Her pupils slightly delayed from the flashbacks from the night were flashing in her mind. Still fresh enough to relive every single detail. How Vinny practically dragged her out from James' pathetic trembling body. How she fired every single insult she could remember. How she could see only red in front of her eyes. The fury swallowed her alive only pure clear anger, hatred towards the coward boy who thought he could wronged her family.

"Sì, è quello che pensavo. Quindi usa il tuo paio di palle e chiedi. Vai a prendere la tua ragazza Schemmenti! E non dimenticare l'accordo che abbiamo fatto".

(Yeah, that’s what I thought. So use your pair of balls and ask. Go get your girl Schemmenti! And don’t forget about the deal we made) His voice became more serious in the last sentence. 

"Sì, lo farai, grazie Vin, ci vediamo domenica alla cena di famiglia".

(Ya, ya gonna do that, thanks Vin gonna see you on the family dinner this Sunday)

As she hangs up the call. She can feel your eyes on her. When Melissa looked up at you her whole body relaxed. The tension on her muscles and stress dissolves when she sees your bare face, sleepy eyes and crazy morning hair. It gave her a sense of comfort and probably the taste of something so pure and cosy as a life together. 

“Good Morning tesoro” She gestured to you to come to her warm embrace. To be completely truthful that was what you needed. Specially after the tough night. 

“Did I wake ya up?” Redhead asked worriedly. Brushing your soft curls behind your ears. Her long manicured nails sent pleasant chills on your sensitive skin. Making you cling onto her tighter.

“No, no I heard you talking in Italian, I got a little carried away. It is such a rare occasion hearing you talking in your native language. And I’m sorry for listening to your conversation. But I couldn’t stop myself from listening to your voice in that beautiful language. You know your voice changes a lot when you switch languages?” You guiltily confessed. Avoiding looking directly into her mesmerising green orbs. Hiding into the crook of her neck.

But literally how can you not listen to Ms. Schemmenti talking in Italian? 

So passionately, so hot.

“Hey, are you done hiding your face from me? It’s not a big deal, I’m not mad at you” She cupped your face in her gentle hands. Making you maintain eye contact. When you finally dared to look into her emeralds you could see the vulnerability. Real Melissa Ann Catrina Schemmenti. 

When you placed your palms over her knuckles. She hissed and yanked her hand away.

“Cazzo” she swears under her breath while biting the tender flesh of her rosy bottom lip trying to suppress the pain.

It takes you a good minute to understand what caused the pain to the fiery redhead. And when you take a close look at her knuckles. You unconsciously gasped at what you saw. Her delicate skin was ripped in pieces, dried blood and deep wounds are evident on the back of her hand. For some reason your first reaction was to carefully take her damaged hands to your lips and kiss the pain away. This act made Melissa's heart flutter with love for you. This simple act of kindness made her unwillingly to shed some tears. It felt so good, so domestic to be taken care of. The pure innocent love behind your eyes while you kissed every small, deep painful cut on her milky flesh. The sweet glances you shared in that vulnerable moment. No need for words, just love and the happy bubble you created for each other. 

In a while you dared to carefully stop your movements to give Melissa the right treatment. You went to the medicine cabinet that she usually keeps in the kitchen. Taking all the supplies you need you instructed the Ms. Toughness to take a seat on her bar stool. If it was not you she would kill the person who would tell her what to do. Oh please, she was too stubborn to listen to any direction from anyone but you, you were different. She even enjoyed listening to you and your directions.

Even though Melissa Schemmenti has been playing the “I am the strong one” card. Right now she needs to be taken care of. And your presence made it easier. She allowed herself to leave several groans of pain from the alcohol wipes that you were pressing to her damaged knuckles trying to clean the wounds. To ease the pain you blew on her reddened skin. Which made Melissa find it very adorable. How focused you were. How your eyebrows furrowed at every breath she takes. How did you make sure she was okay. How you asked her different questions to distract her from unpleasant feelings. As people say curiosity will kill the cat you mastered the courage to ask what she did to get this type of wounds…

“Will you tell me what you did to get those?” You asked while putting bandage on her now cleaned knuckles.

“It shouldn't be your concern, my darlin`” She purred out while batting her eyelashes at you. 

“It's not a big deal. It has been worse. You should have seen the other guy.” She joked. Trying to dismiss your worry.

Then it suddenly occurred to you. The other guy… her damaged hands, her shushed phone call in Italian, the fact that she sneaked up to her home in the early morning and then you glanced at the bloody baseball bat near the entrance and all these puzzles made a whole new picture. “GUY - GUY - GUY” is the only thing you can hear in your mind… James. With all this pleasant calming bubble you have been in, the redhead made you forget the main sense of danger. Why do you even end up here in the first place. This is why you slept in your co-worker`s bed in the longing sense of comfort Melissa provided and now she might have problems because of your childishness and your cowardness. Not knowing how to solve your own problems might put her in danger. The only person who trusted and cared about you. Again you fucked everything up. Feeling absolutely overwhelmed with emotions and negative thoughts you couldn't take it anymore. And yet again you are about to do what you are the best at. Run away from all your problems. 

Melissa took notice of your abrupt change in behaviour. As if it was in slow motion. She could practically predict your next move. And that when you decided to leave without a word said to your favourite person. It hurts you deeply knowing that you caused all the pain both physical and mental.Not to mention the potential issues she might face. The instant absence of your warmth on her sore flesh made her miss the feeling. But her reactions were faster than you. Her strong hand grabs your form arm which causes you to press against her body. You tried to move but she was much stronger than you. 

“Let me go! I only cause problems to people I love” You cried out. Desperately trying to ease her grip on you.

“That's all because of me!, if I said “yes” to him or just stayed I wouldn't have added problems to you!” You tried to sound reasonable. But Melissa does not take any of this.

“First of all, it was purely my decision to help you out. Second, I cherish you and I couldn't just look at how he was treating you. And it is not only jealousy talking right now, even if you don't want to get romantically involved with me I still feel like I need to protect you. Because over this time you became my family and family that's what you kill for. What Italian would I be if I did not defend you.” She explained as calmly as she could. Even though hearing you talking down about yourself was hurting her more than this damn knuckles. 

You were in shock from her confession. Processing every word that left her beautiful full lips. Oh god damn, you are losing your focus in her warm embrace and hearing her opening up to you again made you think a little about what she said. Maybe you should listen to her words and take charge of your life. Wait a minute what she said about killing – ?

“Di - did - did you kill him?” your voice trembled in fear.

“And that's the only thing you got from what I said?” She sounded disappointed. 

“And to answer your question, no I did not kill him, my cousin saved him from me. Don't worry about James, he is still very much alive (unfortunately)” she whispered that part. “I will not get into trouble, so will you. I solved everything for you.” 

“You did this for me?” You were so confused why would she do this for you and not ask you about anything in return. 

“Of course I did. You are an important person in my life. You are my friend first of all. It is not fair for you to solve your problem on your own. I know you are very much capable of doing it yourself but I appreciate your vulnerability that you shared most intimate with me. It does not make you weak, on the contrary it makes you strong.” She spoke in a gentle calming tone. 

You couldn't contain the tears you have been collecting since you came to South Philly. All the stress and fear started to catch up on you. Melissa's heart warming words made you cry. You were feeling everything at once: sadness, gratitude, love all this was so unknown to you to your lifestyle. No one has ever taught you how to react or what to do. 

“I can guess that all this is just too much especially from your background, but sweetheart you need to learn your worth in your early twenties rather than in your late fifties like I did. It doesn't matter how you look, how you dress or what you do. He did not have the right to hit you or insult you in any way. His words are powerless. All he said to you were lies of a scared insecure man who wanted to manipulate and use you for his own pleasure or whatever the goal was. He wanted to be in charge. But it takes a huge bravery to break this cycle and you did honey. You took your happiness and life as a priority and left this asshole. I am so proud of you for asking for help.”

Her deep green orbs were looking at your tear stained face, still she thought that you were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. You have a heart of gold, so kind, understanding, gentle and grateful. You never took anything for granted. While having you in her arms, the tough redhead was nervous about the situations you two were in. Not exactly in a relationship but certainly something more than friends would have. Your confession to her last night was playing on repeat. She tried to find answers in her own head which will do no good. Her insecurities are still there in her mind and heart. Yes she gave you talk about self love but with her it was different she knew her worth but anxiety from being older than you was creeping in her. To let the thoughts settle down for a bit. She hugged you tightly making you even more emotional. She walked you two to the couch so you would feel more comfortable. 

While you were laying on her lap you liked to play with her gorgeous curls. Which gave the Italian woman a pleasant sensation and just watching you being at peace with her felt like home. That feeling gave her a sense of bravery to ask you the most important question. 

“I understand that ya have been through a lot, so that is why I want to know was all the talk we had about feelings the other night real? Or was it only emotions talkin`? We still can be friends ya know that I love ya unconditionally as s friend right? Even if you don’t want to date me or whatever I should call it in my age. I’m always here for you. I’m not gonna pressure you into something you are not ready for. Especially after what you experienced. We are in no rush at all. We have time tesoro.

“Well aren't you the one who did all this inspirational talk?” You nudged her trying to ease the tension.

She weakly smiled at you, still worry is evident in her greens. Which makes your heart pound painfully. Now is your time to express your feelings to  the woman you've been dreaming about. You sat up straight on her lap. There is a small distance between you two and to be honest this is quite distracting. The feeling of her warm breath tickling your sensitive skin, the fast beating of her heart in her ribcage signals you her anxiety. You made a bold move by pressing your hand right on her heart. Try to ease the worry with your presence and eye contact. Silently telling the redhead that you are ready.

“Jokes aside, I find you a very attractive and hot woman Ms. Schemmenti. And all I said was pure truth. As it turns out I just need a stressful nudge to understand and confess my feelings for you. And thank god I did” You answered humorously. 

Finishing up your statement by shortening the agonisingly long distance between your lips. Putting your hands into her voluminous hair giving it a little tug. She gasped at the unpredictable action. You use her confusion as a benefit giving her a soft warm kiss. Gently asking for permission with your tongue. She allows you but she bites your bottom lip slightly pulling in. Smoothing it right away with her tender tongue. Teasing the skin a little bit. Until she provokes a moan from your lips. Pulling you incredibly close to her. She is desperate to feel, no to believe that all of this wasn't a dream of her colourful imagination.  

“I am always gonna protect ya my angel” She whispered in your ear. Sweetly kissing your earlobe. 

And that is how the one impulsive decision helped you find your real home. As it turns out, not supposed to be a place. It is a loving person, a partner that has changed your boring life forever… Thanks to a certain Italian redhead for opening your mind and being an amazing friend and lover. 

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“Sarò La Tua Bambina Di San Valentino”

“I will be your Valentine baby girl”

Summary: While on vacation in Sicily, you ran into a hot readhead. What might happen when a bolt of electricity will go through both of you? Will this relationship only last at the resort? Is it just Melissa's first sexual experiment or the unexpected beginning of a blissful relationship? You should probably find out…

Warning: Comphet, Melissa being confused over her sexuality, mention of Gerry, a little bit of angst, fluff, smutty, explicit content. Read at your own risk!

Word Count: 5,3k

Author's note: It is my first smutty fic! Feedback is always appreciated! Have fun reading!

02.01.2023. Sicily, Palermo

You went on your first trip to Italy, Palermo specifically. You heard a lot about the beautiful city and of course the food. So in one click you booked tickets and of course a luxurious hotel. In addition, you lately noticed you have a type for confident Italian women so you planned to go all crazy for the trip. It was your vacation after all. No one knows who you are there and you can do anything without worrying about your work colleagues making videos and making fun of you later. You were already embarrassed at the working New years party with your co-workers. You are like a big family of best friends and of course, you all were drunk and made a lot of stupid decisions. Explicitly flirting with an older Italian woman you met in a club that night. Even though it was one  month ago. Your friends are still making fun of you. 

Actually screaming: “Beware milfhunter might steal one of yours moms!”

And if god heard your thoughts about hot Italian women. You saw one in the lobby of a hotel. Bright red hair caught your attention immediately. Dark squared glasses were keeping her hair from covering her beautiful face. Her massive golden earrings were reflecting the warm sun. It took some time for you to take in all her gorgeous curves. She was in a jumpsuit with a deep V neck which caught your attention. You were shamelessly staring at her gorgeous breasts without a bra. Your fantasy was running wild. You would not be surprised if your mouth was open. Without exaggeration, she looked like a goddess with olive skin you wanted to desperately touch and find out how soft it would feel. Is it as soft as it looks? Oh god this is going to be a ride.

You probably were staring for a good amount of time since she noticed and now she was looking straight into your eyes. They were a deep shade of green. You felt like a bolt of electricity went right through both of you. As if she was sending lightning bolts through her gorgeous eyes. And gosh her glare sent chills on your skin. 

The next day you went for breakfast and again you saw her there. She looked even more magnificent than yesterday. The morning sun was giving her olive skin a natural glow. Her deep green eyes were shining a light shade of olive. She had minimum makeup on. Just mascara to highlight her eyes and clear lip gloss. Her lips looked so full, so juicy as the most desired fruit. You wanted to taste them so bad.

When you left your table you went straight to your hotel suite. Unknowingly for you, she has followed you down the staircase. She was quietly observing you. You felt a strong gaze on your backless dress. The chills were back again. When you were about to open the door she pinned you down that hardwood door. You were shocked, to say the least. When you looked at the stronger woman. Her pupils were delayed. Not a single hint of green, only black. You were just staring at her eyes. Your heart was beating so fast as if it was going to jump from your rib cage. You missed the satisfied smirk on the redhead's lips. She was enjoying the power she was having over you. You looked like a lost mouse caught by a cat. So lost,so innocent, so deliciously accessible for her to use you. You tried to move but she pinned you harder. 

“You are not going to escape me, little mouse, now are you? Pretty innocent girl is scared now? Where did all the courage go?” She asked in a mocking tone.

Her voice sent you into a starstruck phase. So raspy, deeply rich voice. Fitted her personality so well. Dominant Italian woman pinning you against your room door, what can be better? 

Your eyes traveled from her beautiful eyes to her deliciously juicy lips. You gave in to the urge to passionately kiss her. And you went for it. Since she pinned your arms you tilt your head and went hard for the kiss. Your lips were desperate to get a taste of her. Her lips were as soft as silk. You couldn't hold the desperate whimper. She tasted like sweet Italian wine. Her delicate lips sent you into a euphoric state. When you took a needy breath closer to a moan. You smelled her sweet yet mucus sent. That you're gonna remember for sure. When you went again so desperately neddy for the taste to bite down her lip. So she would remember the next day who she kissed. And with that, she stopped you.

“No, no little mouse, that's not how deals are made. You are gonna listen to me and do everything I am telling you to do. Understood?” She rasped out.

Your knees buckled at her voice and demanding tone. You were not sure if you could even speak. You just nodded in surender. 

“No, sweet girl, I need to hear your voice.”

“Yes ma`am" You said with a trembling voice. 

“Good girl. Now open the door for me” She said in her deep voice. With a smirk on her face. She knew the effect her voice, her hands were having on you. 

With weak, trembling legs you opened the door. Almost instantly you felt strong arms on your waist. She suggestively walked you down to your bedroom and pushed you on bed. You started to take your clothes down but she stopped your actions. 

“No, bambina, let mommy take down all the clothes. You need to listen closely, baby. I have some rules for you. No touching mommy without asking, you're gonna listen to my instructions and behave.”

Oh if she knew the fire you were feeling all over your sensitive skin. Her delicate yet strong hands were tearing your clothes apart. The warmth from her palms was burning your skin. You already were at the edge since her first glance. You were so eager to please a marvelous stranger. The only thing you wanted her to do is use you so the only thing you will remember will be her title, her taste, her scent, her, only her.

“Come here bambina, let mommy ride your face”

You could not believe your luck, a stunning woman asking you to please her. How can you decline this delightful offer? It felt like a fever dream. She was teasingly slow taking down her clothes. She was purposely swaying her hips as if she was a predator and you were her prey. Her mouse.

She gave your neck a few bites here and there, not even bothering to smooth them. when she glanced at your face. You were totally blissed out. Completely at her mercy. 

She took down her ruined panties and took a seat on your face. Your senses were filled with her significant scent. The first lick was experimental to taste her. Her taste was a little mix of salt and sweetness. It was like blessed nectar. Your warm tongue licked her delicate labia. Her hips rolled at the action. You tried to steady her with your hands, but she slept them away.

“Remember the rules little mouse” she said, sternly.

You liked her again this time with more force. You made it your goal to memorize every curve, moan, whimper, curse. You wanted to drink her nectar, you're gonna take anything she is gonna give you. Her mind blowing taste was addictive, you wanted to eat her all. To give her the best orgasm in her life. You were softly nibbling at her sensitive skin. Swirling your tongue on a fragile rose. You gently pecked her clit. She groaned. You suck on it licked it and kiss it. She was slowly losing control. She was whimpering over you. 

“ahh, yes, like this, good girl!” She cried out.

Your tongue went diaper into her core, you were restless. Setting the faster rhythm. To send her over the age sooner. Since the goddess above you forbid you to use your fingers. You decided to challenge her with your skilled tongue. Switching between the suction of her bundle of nerves and going in teasing techniques of her core. Your face was covered in her sweet arousal. You were practically drowning in her scent. juices and moans. 

“Don't tease miele, mommy is going to reward you, ahh like this!”

You find her spongy spot deep in her core. You gave it a few light licks. With these actions, her hips were bucking back. Her moans became louder. She was playing with her full breasts to add more pleasure to her body. Your hands were scratching the olive skin of her thighs. Leaving red marks behind on a warm flesh. Giving more sensations and stimulation. Your tongue was skillfully going up and down her core. Small kisses here and there on her overstimulated clit. With each passing second her hips were swinging, she was trying to escape your experienced tongue. Your hands were clutching her thighs diligently. Every lick, suck, nibble was bringing her faster to the edge. Her breasts were bouncing. Her nipples were screaming for attention, she tried to pinch them in hopes it would make the ache to go away. She tugged on your hair. This action made you groan at the sensation. Long lasting vibrating suck of her clit sent her over the edge. She was desperately moaning. 

“You are such a good girl, little mouse” She praised you in pure bliss.

She fell on your torso. You gently kissed her. Letting her taste her pleasure. She moaned at her taste. You kissed her cheek and went straight down to clean her up with your delicate tongue. You cannot waste the sweet nectar. She whined at the overstimulation. You tenderly lapped the remains of her juices. Firstly on creamy thighs occasionally sucking on the skin. Finishing with a tender kiss right on her clit.

“That was the best orgasm in my life. You did pretty well for a little submissive mouse.” She said truthfully

“Now it is your turn bambina, mommy keeps her promises.” 

With these words she crawled over you. Her usual demeanor is back. She is ready to make you squirm and cry. 

What was supposed to be just a one night stand for both of you became something more, such as regular meetings, mind blowing sex, breakfast together, drinking wine together, deep talks. Simply just enjoying the company of each other. Just two of you against the world. Hell, you even moved in together, if you can call it like that. She was staying in the president lux. Big rooms, personal pool, jacuzzi, amazing balcony where you had the best talks. Her green eyes will haunt you forever. You already were feeling like you were falling in love. But you had to remind yourself, “It is just resort romance, nothing more, at least for her.”

Here comes your last day together on the 14th of February, day of love. But you could not escape the emptiness in your heart. Last day until she will disappear forever…

To your surprise, she ordered fruits and candles to set a romantic atmosphere. When you walked into the room soft jazz music was playing. Melissa walked to you with the bouquet of flowers in hand. You almost cried at the site. This is so sensual, beautiful. No one has ever done this for you. But she did. Maybe she was the one?

This gonna be one of your core memories. She already stole your heart. The goodbyes are going to be really painful. 

“Are you okay? Hon?” She repeated nervously, trying to figure out what was wrong. You were just staring at her beautiful green orbs. 

“If it is too much I'm so sorry I should not have to make it!” She sounded nervous, almost panicking. 

You whispered, resting the warmth of your hands on her shoulders.  

“I adore this so much! I've never had somebody do this for me. I really appreciate it.” You gave her assurance. caressing her and kissing her on the lips.

That final day gave you the impression of being a married couple right out of the honeymoon stage. She was carrying and completely open with you. You were both extremely delighted and nauseous from it. Tomorrow you will be flying to your home and family in a few hours. But somehow, without her, none of that made sense. Melissa was a tough woman. You figured that out while technically living together. But that specific night she let her guard down for you. And you could see the sadness in her eyes. Especially in the intimate moments when she was feeding you with a strawberry, kissing became more slow and desperate. That night was no power dynamic, just pure love and sensual kisses.

“I'm going to miss you little mouse” She spoke with obvious anguish in her voice as she conveyed her thoughts.  

With these words, you shared a last kiss. You felt like part of you died with you that day…

3 months later 

When you came back home you were in absolute despair. You were missing her so much it was physically hurting you. Everything, absolutely everything was reminding you of her. You were checking your phone every day in hopes of seeing a message or even a call from the redhead. Even your friends were worried for you. You spent the last three months by yourself mostly doing all your job responsibilities from home. You were looking through her pictures you took when she was unaware. Completely without makeup, happy. She was a big softie with you. One time you heard her perfume on the street. You looked like an absolutely lost dog looking for its owner. She was the only owner of your heart. 

Melissa was going through one of the most challenging crises in her life. Her vocation in Palermo completely changed her as a woman and as a person. When she booked the tickets to Italy she hoped she would find a hot young guy to hook up with. That fresh blood and dick will make her forget asshole Gary. That random stranger will make her feel loved and finally, she will cum. Because apparently Gary did not know anything about a woman`s body. He was a clueless idiot and she was simulating her pleasure, he did not notice the change at all. The idiot proposed to her even though they talked a lot about the subject. He just could not or did not want to hear what his woman wanted.  She was so tired of being lonely and sad all the time. Her love life was a wreck. But then you came into her life. Shamelessly staring at her but strangely she liked it. You were different, not like all the men she had been with. All her life she blocked the part of her that was thinking about experimenting with girls. Just the one thought of experimenting with a person of her gender was sending her into a panic. 

But. You.

She was not ready to share with you that you were her first woman she slept with. To be completely honest she thought she was just gonna use you as fulfillment of her needs and that would be it. But the way you were looking at her, so pure, so innocent, so happy. It broke her heart to think that she was just gonna use you so she just gave it a go. “No one is going to find out” she was saying to herself every day. Of course, all her thoughts and behavior were just echoes of the stigma. Liking women at her time was counting as something she should be ashamed of and better work this problem out by marrying a man. So he can cure her.

She managed to hide that “dirty” part of herself.

But then you appeared and showed that being loved by another woman is rather a blessing than a curse. The love was so gentle, understanding, and calming. And after all, nothing bad happened, she did not die on the spot as she was told. None of the bad things she heard were true. And then she saw all the great things about you such as you understood her by just looking right into her eyes, you were gentle and honest with her no one has done this for her. The guys just did not care about her pleasure and her as a person in general. Oh and your soft gentle lips, kind eyes, humor, everything about you…

While she was lost in her thoughts, realization struck her like a frigid wave. She fell in love... Just in two weeks with a mischievous stranger. Firstly she blamed herself for letting her guard down she let herself be emotional, feel emotions, experience emotions. That's what she mastered during her life. Put the guard up, be emotionless and life will be easy. Her exes used to tell her “Why are you acting like a bratty girl, stop being so emotional, jeezz are you on your period again?” So she stopped being emotional at all. But now her well-being was dependent on her happiness, on you. So she decided to break this circle of negative emotions and call you and tell you how she feels about you, and maybe ask you to be her girlfriend. To become hers.

 02.14.2024.

 United States of America, South Philadelphia 

It was Valentine's Day again. You felt a sense of dejavu reliving all the memories from the past. It took long enough for The Melissa Ann Kathrine Schemmenti to finally ask you out and ask you officially to be her girlfriend. But you didn't mind. You would wait for her as long as needed. She was like your special delicate, sensitive flower, you were a caretaker, you were patient and loving to see her blossom for you. When she did you were stunned by her true colors and personality. There were no masks, facade for both of you. Just pure love. You wanted to make her feel extra special on this day, which was also your anniversary (almost, but nonetheless). And it is going to be your first Valentine's as a couple. So exciting! 

But since you want to make this day special that does not mean you will not tease her. You like to push her buttons and see her reaction. And today was even more thrilling. You bought special lingerie for the occasion. Of course, you like to spoil your girl by buying new lingerie and see her reaction. You created a plan, you went to buy a new undergarments set. To your luck on Valentine's, there are a lot to choose from. One looked specifically spicier than the others, that's what you need! It had heart-shaped cutting on the nipples, with a light pink lace. It gave your breasts amazingly good lift even though this piece did have a push-up effect. To finish the lustful garment there is a cherry red thong with a small heart with a text that says “Eat me”. You put that on, you looked absolutely amazing. Reds and pinks colors were bringing accent to your skin tone, the thong was giving your ass more roundness. Mel would definitely like it. You also found light pink stockings, oh you knew how this look would make Melissa go absolutely crazy over you.

Your mind visited a naughty thought. You took your phone it lit up with the photo of you and your girlfriend laughing in Palermo. Your heart swelled with love. You opened the camera app and began to pose. The first one was you touching your unique bra, using your other hand to cover your nipples a little bit. The other one was you bending down and putting your ass up purposely to give it more roundness. Maybe it was not smart to take these photos and send them to your beloved Melissa during work but just thought about seeing her flustered and a little nervous. The thought of you turning her on was seducing you too much. And of course, you wanted to have fun tonight. In no time you got a response.

La mia dea italiana (my Italian goddess)

“Oh bambina, don't start something you can't finish, but the set look exquisite on you or I rather should say you look exquisite my darling.”

But you know her tough response is a facade. In reality, she is sitting in her classroom in her free period trying to play it cool because right now her mind is getting crazy by just one look at the amazing bra or the thong. You literally set fuel to the fire. But again, you are gonna worry later, or you might enjoy restless Melissa Schemmenti…

The sound of soft Italian jazz music welcomed you when you arrived home. The memories of your last night with the fiery redhead in Italy came flooding back, but now you realize you have plenty of time to spend together. You smiled at the realization that she is yours and you are hers. Hearts tied together. While taking off your boots, you noticed the path made of red petals heading towards your bedroom. And it clicked, Mel was recreating your last night in Italy. The roses, the music. You decided not to waste more time, excited to see what your beautiful girlfriend prepared for you. When you went upstairs there was an envelope with text on it “Open Me”. You eagerly opened it, it had instructions for you. “Hello again my sweet mouse, read closely, take off your clothes, stay only in your new lingerie set, and head upstairs!” 

You rushed out of your clothes, even the nickname “mouse” She definitely was recreating your night. You assumed she wanted to make things right this time? No more sadness, just pure bliss.

You opened the door to your bedroom and your mouth fell open at the view. The gorgeous redhead had a proud smirk on her lips. Evidently pleased with the reaction she got from you. You were too stunned to speak. The smoking hot Melissa Schemmenti had nothing but a pair of dark red lace thong without any bra just her exquisite breasts. Soft creamy skin was calling for you to kiss, caress, lick, touch it. When you looked more closely you noticed that her rosey nipples were covered with chocolate. On the bedside table were strawberries waiting for you to use them, fresh melted chocolate in a bowl was ready for use. You walked down to her as you were enchanted by her breasts. 

“Come here little mouse, I might need your help.” she fake paunted. Her eyes were telling you the other story. They were glistering with lust.

While you were occupied by shamelessly staring at her breasts, she was taking in your form with the new lingerie that you bought for her. She was practically eating you up with her eyes as if you were her prey.

“I figured you might like this il mio dolce tesoro, do not contain your stares. I absolutely love when you look at or touch my amazing tits. I know you love them. It is still vivid in my memory how you were eyeing my girls in that hotel lobby. Absolutely shamelessly, you are such a naughty girl. But I love you for it. My naughty mouse”

You could not believe your luck. Mel prepared all this sweet yet spicy, to be honest overly spicy, and all of this just for you, just for your eyes to see, your tongue to taste, to devour. 

“But we have some rules here, like last time. Rules for my favorite little mouse. First, you are going to address me only as ma`am, mistress, and mommy. Second, you are not allowed to take off my thong, this night is only about my tits and my titis only. Since you were brave enough to tease me during my work hours. You get a challenge if you can make me cum by just using your skilled tongue and hands on my breasts. Today you're gonna make me finish by just eating and admiring my breasts.” 

She announced the rules. Her beautiful green olives are gone in a lustful gaze. You can see how her breathing is erratic. Her eyes are focused on you. Almost silently asking you to start. 

“Yes, mistress” you breathed out. Your thighs are pressing together in need of any sort of friction.  

You sat on her lap. Melissa could feel your ruined underwear on her thighs. While she was streaked with the new sensation of your clothed pussy on her warm inviting thigh. Oh, how you wanted to take a ride... But just one stern look from your beloved Italiano made you behave. You wanted to be her good girl. Melissa, unlike you, could not take the tension any longer she yanked a fistful of your hair. Passionately inviting you for a bruising kiss. You whimpered at the sensation. She was restless. Biting hard on your lip just to slide her dominant tongue into your warm mouth. This action made you unconsciously desperately grind onto her soft creamy thigh.

“Ah, ah little mouse is breaking the rules again” She stated with a sly smirk playing on her puffy lips. 

Still having her hand in your hair she pulled you straight into her tits. You moaned at the action right between delicate skin. Melissa was completely drowning you in her exquisite breasts. You were totally blissed out, your face pressed between her tits. Giving up any sort of control, you give in to the desire to bite down soft flesh. Smoothing down with your warm gentle tongue. Melissa responded with a groan. Her olive skin was covered in shivers. Just from one action. It was no secret for both of you that her breasts were subject of admiration. She also loved them, loved the attention she got from you. Now it was a research question to see how sensitive her breasts are and how many minutes, or hours would it take for you to make her cum?

“Tesoro, do this again!” she groaned out.

You bit her again. Taking the heated bowl with the meted warm chocolate you covered your tits in the steaming liquid. You shivered at the warm tingly sensation. Making your rosey buds harden almost instantly. Mel licked her lips before launching her tender lips and sucking on your right nipple. You let out a cry at the delicious feeling. Of her lips on your nipple softly nibbling on the pointy flesh. Her other hand palmed your left tit. Using her nails to tease the nipple. The sensations were sending you into bliss. Her scent, her warm inviting skin, warmth radiating from her big breasts. You closed your eyes to focus more on the pleasure she was giving you. 

“Agh, mommy, please, bite me again agh, rougher plaeaase” You screamed from the sensations. The pool in your underwear was no help. You became more needy with every passing second.

You practically glazed more chocolate on her inviting breasts. Slowly licking the tender olive skin. You started with the top, kitten licking right breast, gently sucking on the skin around her areola. You were teasing, changing speed between agonizingly slow to faster with your tongue drawing different patterns. One of them was the word “mine”. Caressing the other breast with your nails. Giving a firm quiz here and there. Melissa was getting overwhelmed with feelings. She was so sensitive, everywhere. Firstly her breasts were on fire, pleasantly carried away with your skillful tongue, you sweet words you were drawing with your tongue on her breasts. The warm hand that was palming her left breast was sending light pulsations straight to her pussy. She became so putty in your hands. 

“Like that, good girl, you are doing so great, just suck nipples, they are aching for your experienced tongue” She cried out. Pressing your lips closer to her overstimulated nipples. 

Her praise was making your pussy clench around nothing. You were so happy to please your mistress. So eager to make her cum. Like no other men on this planet will. The sweetness of chocolate was mixing up with the significant taste of your gorgeous girlfriend. Making you want to devour her without mercy. Her fragrance was interacting with a sweet scent of chocolate. Revealing new muscusy notes in the air. Her strawberry lip gloss was like a cherry on top of the sweetness. All your senses were blessed with her gorgeous presence.

Your velvety lips were gently sucking on her exuberant nipples. Redhead responded with a breathy moan. She harshly pressed you into her exquisite breast. Too lost in the moment to care. You started to bite down slowly on the puffy bud. Changing the frequency of suction and biting. Gazing your teeth over a chocolaty-covered nipple adds more dopamine to your system. The taste of skin with sweetness was an amazing combination for your taste buds. Switching to another nipple you bit harder, smoothing harsh sensation with a lapping of your tongue. Taking a break from her nipples made her a whining mess.

“Amore…” Melissa whined out, while squirming her hips.

“Please, do-dont stop” She complained.

You took more strawberries and chocolate. You covered her reddened buds with chocolate and squirted strawberries over her breasts. Not caring where it will lend. As if there is no tomorrow you began to follow down the drops of juice. Making patterns, softly nibbling, and harshly biting down the pinkish flash.

“Tesoro please, I am so, so closeeeee” she was a crying mass. The overstimulation made her brain get foggy. She became more whinny. Desperately trying to get her release. 

You were practically sucking out her buds, areolas, using your tongue to tease, smooth, irritate, and get a reaction from a hot beast. Your delicate hands were palming her puffy tits. Your nails were gazing over and over over sensitive pointed rosy skin. One last suck of your tongue, one lust swirl of your hand on her nipple sends her over to the sweetest release she got from this type of stimulation. Her eyes got lost in the back of her head. Her hips are uncontrollably bucking against nothing. Her hands firmly tugging on your hair, pressing hard into her tits. Her thighs are moving intensively which makes your hips join her rhythm to saddle over her thigh. You were following her movements to make you reach your desired release together. You collapsed in bed. Heavy gasping for air. 

“ Well, well you did pretty good for a little muse, il mio amore” 

With these words, you shared a passionate, loving kiss. And that night you had the best sleep in each other's arms. Melissa finally felt content and loved. She did not regret her decision to start a resort romance. Now she has her girl. Sleeping right beside.

What a Valentines…

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You are more than that

Hi guys! It is my first ever funfiction in English it took me over 2 months. Someone sent me this prompt so enjoy! Feedback is highly appreciated!

Word count: 8.2k

Prompt: Melissa getting jealous over the reader's asshole boyfriend.

Warnings: TW misogyny, homophobia, mentionings of church, religious trauma, comphet, hetero relationship, forced relationship, violence, hurt\comfort, soft Mel, happy ending.

Summary: You applied to be a third-grade teacher in Philadelphia in an attempt to quietly leave your partner behind and start a new chapter in your life. However, your boyfriend managed to get hold of your plans and applied for a crew member position at Abbott Elementary for a future project. What happens in that moment when Ms. Schemmenti investigates something concerning about your boyfriend. Will she initiate an investigation or support you?

You were raised in a tiny Nevadan town. Your dad is a man of god, and your mom is the perfect housewife and loving parent. As a preacher your father even had a particular education in London so that, in his words, he might help people and save souls. Following his graduation, he constructed a church a few blocks from your lovely home. Naturally, you were setting an example for all of your siblings. Specifically, two. Younger brother and sister. Your father was really pleased with you since you were leading the children's bible study during Sunday services. And was generally a gentle and compassionate soul. Your mother placed a great deal of pressure on you. In fact, you were the ideal child or made an effort to be. However, at times, the pressure from both sides was overwhelming. Your mother participated in your upbringing when your father was preoccupied at work. As your father taught you about the Bible and the importance of having trust in God. Mom made the decision to teach you the value of performing everyday duties. You were assigned weekly culinary classes in order to satisfy a future husband. Your parents often spoke about the importance of having connections between each other, which created a model of a perfect family for you, or so you thought.

Everything seemed good. In fact, you were managing the pressure. It was a routine for you. Even on weekends, get up at 7 a.m. because you have things to get done. Your father was very busy organizing conferences with famous preachers from other states, so the vacations were extremely draining. This gave you more duties. You were preparing food for more than a hundred people in the church kitchen. Not to mention the children you were looking after. 

This was the first day of the conference. You had a lot of preparations to do, which is why you were under so much stress. Children's playroom; design and prepare bible study programs. Over time, you developed your own teaching techniques to keep younger learners interested in biblical tales and texts, which may appear monotonous to them. when all of your attention was on creating adorable animals for children. A hand patted your shoulder and said

 "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I think you need help." 

It was an unknown guy. His eyes were blue, his hair was jet black, and his cheekbones were sharp yet gentle. A textured nose and freckles across the entire face. You were just staring at him blankly. To fill awkward silence he sent you a soft smile. Blush started to creep onto your soft cheeks. With a trembling breath, you felt the worry shatter within you. You've never engaged in a simple dialogue with a boy before. You made an effort to recall what your mother had taught you, but your anxiety prevented you from recalling anything. So you said what comes into your mind right away. 

“Yes I guess so” you said, completely unsure what task to give him.

“Simply place the completed drawings on the little tables and place the colored pencils close by and please sharpen them. How come I have never seen you here?” You decided to lead a dialogue with a young man. 

“Actually this might seem creepy but I've been here  a couple of times. And I saw you but you are always occupied with work so I decided not to interrupt you. But today I decided to try my luck and here I am. In front of a pretty girl.” 

He winked at you. You felt unsure but also you liked the attention he gave you at that moment. 

“Oh how rude of me not to introduce myself to a lady. My name is James.” He grinned at you once more. Even though he appeared uneasy, based on your analysis of his features, he made an effort to project confidence. You thought that was sort of cute.

“I`m Y\n. I am a daughter of a pastor here” You answered nervously for his reaction. 

He nudged your arm and winked at you. 

"Ohh, that's why you are always so busy with preparations here," he said. even made an attempt to joke. You gave him a smile. Somehow, this foolish guy and you had a lot in common.

You two were inseparable after that day. He lived in the same neighborhood as you, so you were hanging out all the time. It went without saying that your dad saw you giggling and grinning at your phone. However, everything remained the same—you were still going to church—except for James' decision to join your father's congregation.Helping with the same tasks you were given every Sunday. When James started attending church with you, you got aware of that, your dad is going to question you nonstop, which could make for an awkward conversation for you both in the end. 

And the day you were so afraid has come. Once the Friday gospel concert was over, your dad sat you three down. It was exhausting, that uneasy tension in the room. Your father took charge. As he always does With an authoritative voice, he uttered, 

"I noticed you around her quite frequently, son." 

James appeared nervous, but he remained silent until your father raised an essential question to him. 

"Sincerely tell me, son, what are your plans for my daughter?

 Are you going to be a responsible young man and marry her?His question made you flinch. 

"Dad!" you cried out.

"What? This young man needs to grow up and learn how to take responsibility. Or how I would know that all of this is real and that his intentions toward you are pure love. Hold in mind the lessons I taught you about marriage and relationships” With a harsh tone, he finished the sentence.

You felt like an object at that point, so little that you didn't even feel like a human. Not even your dad questions as to whether you love the guy. Indeed, you were spending time with each other frequently. Chatting and performing religious duties. But you've never had this kind of happiness, butterflies in the stomach, or anything similar. 

Your dad continued to lead the talk even as you zoomed out. You weren't even given much attention by the men. You felt a hand suddenly brush across you. It was James. He appeared anxious and overwhelmed. Your expression was confused. You were really concerned. Why is everyone's focus suddenly back on you? You witnessed in slow motion as James held your hands in his and asked you, tears welling in his eyes. 

“Will you grant me the privilege of being your boyfriend officially Y/n? 

Your face dropped with fear. Your father gave you a proud look. His face tells you that he initiated it. You were not in a comfortable position. However, you were aware that there was only one correct response. All you had to do was answer "yes," and everything would stop, but once more, you didn't want to give a poor guy hope. However, your father was there, and his demeanor was full of expectancy. You then closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. You told yourself, "You must do this."

"Oh my God! Yes, without a doubt!” You made an effort to sound genuine and joyful. 

Being in a committed relationship worried you, to put it lightly, even though you knew that you now had responsibility in front of your father and this young man. You would be really tense and stressed out as a result of this. However, you'll manage, right? Father brings you all to the church, so he can break the happy news to everyone there. 

Oh what you got yourself into..

You made the decision to make a difference in your monotonous, hopeless existence on your 25th birthday. Yes, you continued to go to church and your relationship with James was just fine. Nothing much happened. You attended a family supper together after worshipping in the church. The entire congregation was anticipating his proposal to become his treasured bride. But did you want that? That was the question?

When others had been peeking around in your personal business. Every person was eager to offer you the greatest advice they could give, which is certain to make your "dream" come true. James was never comfortable at any family get-together. However, you were a good friend and partner, prepared to respond to all of these incessant questions to prevent him from being embarrassed and him saying anything you would both later regret sharing. 

Your only escape from harsh reality was the university where you studied journalism was your only real haven. You had this tiny, naive idea that you would be able to leave this dull little town and launch a successful career. The university assisted in expanding your perspective on life. That life is about more than just religion, prayer, the gospel, church, and fear of hell. It has to do with happiness and joy. ambitions and accomplishments in life.

It is how you end yourself purchasing airline tickets to South Philadelphia. Ten hours following your graduation. In the girls' dorm, in your tiny room. Your body seems to be under the power of adrenaline. Booking a flight ticket across the whole country to a city you've never been to where you are friendless. Took just takes a few minutes.Simply because you want to be free of the tyrannical parents, the church, and everyone else who believes they have the right to educate you in anything, just because you are a little clueless girl in their religious eyes. Your lover who never pays attention to you since he is too busy with his job and studies. You were totally done. And your only escape from monotony and a life run by your parents would be this one-way ticket.

Welcome to South Philadelphia!

A few months prior to your risky choice. You were seeking employment in the future. After searching for something new for a few hours.The position was "Abbot Elementary is looking for a third grade teacher," as you had reached it. The one and only thing you must have is to go away from this madness. You were losing your mind from the exhaustion, responsibilities, and unpleasant baggage of so many years. It was also your opportunity. You researched the requirements for the position. It was the right decision to take a chance. Yes, you would have been a recent university graduate, but again. It seemed to you that Abbott required teachers. You voluntarily provide your information as a result. All you could think was, "If it is meant to be, it will happen."

Your alarm clock, blasting some classic rock music, woke you up the following morning. You couldn't even recall how you got into the hostel. But at the moment, it didn't matter. You get hit by reality like a brick. Your head was taken over by the awful thoughts, anxiety, and fear of failing. However, once more, you were alone in a strange city without family or friends. So you were sufficiently motivated by this. Additionally, you didn't have enough money for food or other living expenses for the few weeks you will spend in the hostel. You were prepared to go in twenty minutes. Pretty pink makeup, smooth eyeliner, and a stunning flowery outfit. With a classy low ponytail of hairdo. All you needed for the confidence boost was that. 

You arrived at the school in less than an hour. You thought it seemed pleasant. You felt at ease and related to the sun when you saw yellow paint on the walls. As a new person, you were lost and unsure of your surroundings. You wandered aimlessly along the lengthy hallway until you came upon a young woman who was beaming with joy. You smiled back at her, since her happiness was contagious. 

“Hi I'm Y/n I'm looking for a principal. I will have an interview for a position here. Do you know where her office is?” You asked politely. 

"You're a new teacher, wow!" Hello, I'm Janine Teagues. I'm the youngest teacher here. Let's go; I'll tell you more about the school” 

Her enthusiasm was radiating. She talked about how much she liked the school as a young, eager teacher when she accompanied you to the principal's office. This strong energy had you in a state of disbelief in the morning. Still, you were appreciative of her helping hand. She suddenly stopped. You nearly knocked into her. 

“Here we are!” She proudly said.  She was obviously pleased that she was able to help the new teacher. You blankly looked at the door with “Principle Ava Coleman” 

“Thank you so much!” You said with a little tremble in your voice. Nervousness evident in your voice. 

“Hey, it's no problem. I'm sure you'll get a job. I believe in you!” She said in a soft tone and gave you a warm hug. Which surprisingly helped calm your anxiety. 

“You are so kind Janine” You said sincerely. With a warm smile. You made a mental note to talk with her later. 

You finally opened the door to the principal office. To say you were taken aback would be an understatement. Was Principle Coleman actively promoting skin care goods on Tik Tok live? You looked confused. After you cleared your throat she paid attention. 

“Yes? What do you want, who even are you?” She asked with an annoyed expression on her face.  

“I'm Y/n I'm here for the third grade teacher position? I sent your requested information along with my résumé” Your tone was uncertain. But yet somewhat confident.

"Oh, I see now. I'm sorry, girl. I know who will help you get settled here." With a devious smile. “Miss Schemmenti, please come here and see me at my office. I have great news for you!” She said using the PA system. 

A few minutes later, you heard the sound of hills clicking in the quiet hallway. For you, time then stopped. You witnessed the redhead goddess entering the office in slow motion. She had the most beautiful appearance. First of all, her ginger hair is done flawlessly. To her eyes—emerald ones—and her perfect makeup, which included a sharp liner. But one glance into her emerald eyes would paralyse you in awe. You'll be stunned by one look. Her figure-fitting leather pants were on point. It was the ideal accessory for her hourglass form. And her scary clack along this corridor in her high heels. 

Her raspy voice echoed in your ears. Everything was pleasantly overwhelming. While you were just shamelessly staring at her. The beautiful stranger was talking with Ms. Coleman. Suddenly everyone stiffened down and looked at you amusingly. Especially the woman you were shamelessly eyeing up and down. Her one sharp look straight into your soul made you uneasy and you started to look anywhere but her. Something about that look felt intimidating. It was like she could see through you all. Know your deepest secrets without a need to ask you anything.

Since you completely missed the conversation between redhead beauty and Miss Coleman. You looked absolutely lost. And their instance gaze were no help that just added more anxiety into your body. 

“And who's that kid?” She asked in confusion. Her tone is defeated. As if she is waiting for a setup from you. 

She suspiciously eyed you up and down. You still were in awe.

“Hey kid?!” She exclaimed questionably to get your attention back to her and tapped your shoulder. You flinched at this rapid action. She felt bad for making you scared of her so she changed her demeanour.

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare ya, close your mouth you gon’ catch flies” she said jokingly.  While rolling her eyes and having this little smirk on her beautiful red painted lips. For some reason you smiled at her attempt to ease tension. 

You didn't even realise you were shamelessly staring at her with your mouth open. In response to her comment you gave her a faint smile. Kind of nervous about what she's going to do next. Ava listened in silently while you talked. focusing intently, which is unusual for a principle.

“Oh yes Melissa I forgot to tell you that’s as a good responsible principal of the best school. I have found a third grade teacher. To ease some work for you” 

Melissa was taken aback by this good news. Usually Ava was doing anything but her actual job. But here, she finally did something useful. Melissa smiled. A tiny gleam of relief and happiness could have been visible in the redhead's eyes if you had looked closely enough.

“Thanks, Coleman, appreciate it” she answered shortly with her usual demeanour. 

With these words she motioned for you to follow her. You silently obeyed. Melissa liked that you followed her without any words and questions asked. She believes that she needs to take a good look at you in order to grasp who you are and why you are here, even if you will be teaching her third graders. She always paid special attention to newbies that entered the school. She concluded that since they don't usually remain long, why should she believe that you will be any different from them? 

Tuesday 5:45 am. You decided to start early and be as ready as possible. You wanted to look put together and give a good impression of yourself. You felt a little under stress even though you had only met a few colleagues. You may have also heard about a group of people shooting and producing live television. Was leaving your hometown to appear on television a wise decision? Probably not. However, since you are already here, you can still be helpful despite your young age and recent graduation from university. Since you were raised strictly you had a specific system that you follow to get ready and your experience teaching kids will come in handy.  

And here you are in the main entrance of the school. You feel a little dizzy maybe from your morning coffee and sleep deprivation. You entered the hall and went straight to the teachers lounge. You met an excited Janine there. She was so happy to see you again. She walked to you and offered you a hug which you gladly tok. You decided to sit with her. She was rumbling about something as always. You figured it was her character being overjoyed, happy and talkative. You start losing her voice in the back of your head because you saw a certain redhead walking together with her friend. And again you were in the same situation as yesterday staring blankly at her. But this time you decided to introduce yourself to her friend and give a good impression of yourself as you planned.

“Hello, I'm Y/n new third grade teacher.” You said with a small smile.

“Hi, dear I`m Barbara Howard, Kindergarten teacher” She said with a warm voice. She gave you a hand shake. 

Teachers and the television team started filing into the room knowing students would soon arrive. It was, to put it mildly, overwhelming. And you recognized a familiar face in all of these. You rushed back to your classroom in a panic, thinking that your mind was only playing tricks on you. You made a silent attempt to leave the room. You were already experiencing physical symptoms of anxiety and panic attacks. But this one is a different one. It felt like you were gonna explode. Melissa had followed you, but you were too concentrated to notice. She sensed something was off with you. She made the decision to check on you.

Fearing to scare you further, she approached you quietly. 

“Hey, hon are you okay?” She asked in the softest voice you ever heard her speak to anybody. 

You were really surprised that she cared all of sudden. But without hesitation being with her in that small classroom gave you a sense of comfort and warmth to your heart. On a normal day you would have questioned your reaction to the effect she was having on you right now, but at this moment you just needed her comfort. While you were thinking and sinking in her soft voice Melissa was worried about your non responsive behaviour. She saw your lost eyes elsewhere and you were almost suffocating. 

“Hey, Hey look at me, hon you are having panic attack, please focus on my voice and repeat after me. Take a deep breath, like this, yes you are doing great!” She was giving you a worried look, yet there was something in her eyes that you couldn't quite place. 

When you were about to open up to her. The cause of your panic attack is walking into your classroom. Mel looks confused to say at least. She was about to get into her “fight or fight response” but the name tag “filming crew” made her contain herself. Just for now at least. Her expression was suspicious and rather irate at the young man's daring attempt to cut you off in the middle of your conversation. She sensed that you were improving, and she was willing to figure out what had triggered your panic episode. She would even go to battle with the individual who gave you the impression that you were in danger. 

Except for Barbara, Melissa wasn't typically this extremely protective of a newcomer; in fact, she wasn't this protective of anybody in Abbott. Barbara would have questioned her nonstop if she had seen her friend's reaction. That was the second time you had spoken. Still, there was something about you that caught her interest, and she wanted to know more. Maybe it was just an instinctive maternal conduct. that you were much younger than she is.

“Hi, sorry to disturb you but i need to have a moment with my girlfriend” he said in a sweetly seeking voice with a little venom. That your fogged brain registered right away. 

Melissa was suspicious, but since he said you were his girlfriend. It was none of her business to pry into your personal life. So she left without any words said. 

To say you were paralysed with fear would be understatement. You were caught with your ex-boyfriend in the same room in the same building and in the same state. Your freedom ended right there. “He knows where I live, he knows everything.” Your mind was screaming these words in your head. You couldn't do anything about it for now. In the city without any friends and family. No one to ask for help. While your mind was rumbling with every possible escape. He approached you and said:

“Hi my darling girlfriend” He emphasised the word girlfriend in a possessive tone. Which means all your fears are real. You are getting back together. 

You were silent, you just nodded your head. You still couldn't make eye contact with him. He continued his monologue without caring what you will say.

“ So, I found out you're gonna be a teacher here. I wanted to congratulate you!” Although he spoke with a happier tone, you could still tell he was acting, even from the way he smiled and spoke. Possessiveness was virtually glistening in his eyes. 

“I wanted to say that we're gonna move in together. What would you say to that? I found a good apartment near school and I already moved all your stuff there”He forced you to look him in the eyes by trapping your face between his fingers. 

“ I thought you would like it because I'm gonna provide the apartment and I will take care of you like a real man! Plus with your teacher salary what can you allow yourself?” he chuckled in a mocking tone.

You are trapped.

In this dimly lit room, stress and anxiety hung thick in the air as you listened to the relentless demands being hurled at you. The weight of the situation felt suffocating, and the possibility of passing out from the mounting pressure loomed ominously. While your (ex) boyfriend continued his tirade, all your thoughts were consumed by the desperate need to formulate a new escape plan.

The prospect of moving together with this person was akin to watching a house of dreams crumble into ruins. Each demand felt like a brick in the wall, sealing you in a claustrophobic reality. The question that echoed in your mind was not about the demands themselves but rather how this intruder had managed to infiltrate into your hostel, find your location and stealthily make off with every piece of clothing you owned.

His knowledge of your location made you feel practically exposed, amplifying the feeling of vulnerability. The room became a mental battlefield where you scrambled to piece together a strategy for liberation. Every moment spent in this surreal hostage scenario was an eternity, and the lack of viable escape routes added to the torment.

As you grappled with the absurdity of the situation, the realisation hit hard – his dreams were held captive in the clutches of this surreal captor. It was a disorienting puzzle, and the missing pieces seemed to mock him from the corners of the room. The urgent need for a solution intensified, and the struggle to find an exit plan reached a fever pitch in the face of this bizarre predicament.

Just as you were about to muster the courage to voice your opinion, the school bell rang, signalling the beginning of your first hectic day in the classroom. The students filed in, a cacophony of laughter and chatter filling the air. Amidst the organised chaos, your boyfriend leaned in, planting a tender kiss on my cheek. His lips lingered for a moment, leaving a subtle warmth that sent shivers cascading down my spine. The sensation caught you off guard. As he whispered his goodbyes, You couldn't help but  answer with a tight lipped smile.

To your surprise, a wave of warmth washed over you as you witnessed the happy, innocent smiles of the sweet kids. Melissa's intuition was spot on – they were delightful. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and it dawned on me that these eager faces held the promise of a unique connection.

It seemed as if they were genuinely thrilled to welcome a new, youthful teacher into their midst, someone with whom they could possibly share common interests. As you embarked on the first lesson, you opted for simplicity, a gentle introduction that would lay the foundation for our journey together.

The classroom buzzed with anticipation as you embarked on the journey of getting to know each other. Hobbies became the bridge that connected you, a shared space where your stories could intertwine. The kids, eager to unravel the mystery of their new teacher, bombarded you with questions about your journey to Abbot.

In the midst of this delightful chaos, you decided to keep it light on the first day – an exchange of names, a peek into your hobbies, and the joyous challenge of learning each of their names, which I knew would take some time.

Melissa has had a particular spot in her heart for you ever since that day. Once more, nothing romantic—just pure friendship and maternal love. Or, anyhow, that's how you two described your instant bond. Everyone was aware that Janine was Barbara's work daughter, and you would describe your friendship/relationship with Melissa in that way. Once more, Barbara was an observer; if anyone was afraid to voice their suspicions that your friendship was more than platonic, it was her. She caught sight of the eyes you would give to a flaming redhead. Even though your boyfriend's existence was well-known.

Speaking of which, James became increasingly jealous of you while you lived together, if that is even the right term. The thought of being in authority over you has consumed the guy. Claiming you as his. It began softly at first. Bringing you flowers during your lunch break and gushing about what a wonderful boyfriend he is. For looking after you and bringing you joy. Preparing your meal and engaging in a conversation with everyone else in the break area. Everyone bought into his fictitious portrayal of a wonderful, caring boyfriend. Or so he thought…

To further emphasise that you were his, he occasionally would roam your body and give you an intense, passionate kiss on the lips.

Even if you were not willing to acknowledge that your heart was racing for a certain someone—a particular woman, in this case. Though you and Mel (as you now refer to her) felt privileged to be able to ask for help aloud and have her always say yes, it was like a fever dream since you wanted to ask someone for help. However, you had concerns that things would worsen if your boyfriend found out. James seemed to know that you two share a unique connection. Your connection with an Italian woman did not sit well with him. You couldn't spend much time together because of him. She had a great passion for preparing her favourite specialty Italian dishes just for you. The thought of you hanging around with anybody else instead of him. Made him feel deeply furious and jealous. It implies physical aggression directed at you without limits.

Look at yourself, you look a desperate slut! Why would you even dress up for her? And not for me? What are you hiding from me?!

He would spit out all of these horrible accusations. However, his heavy touch hurts more than words can. There were moments when you had enough time to use your thick foundation to conceal all the bruises and marks. He made an effort to avoid striking you in the face or in any visible area. With this, he was clever. After every conflict that had the topic of you being dressed inappropriately you would cover up more. That didn't make him any less hostile toward you. You were always a whore to him, pleading to be fucked. Regardless of the quantity of clothing you wear. 

That was one of those days. even if, for whatever reason, he restricted you from seeing Melissa. You didn't pay attention and had a great time hanging out. It was always your week's happiest moment. He was waiting for you to get home, ready for another fight. However, he left a dark purple bruise on your arms this time. which you managed to hide with a bulky sweatshirt. However, Melissa, who is unlucky for you, grasped onto your damaged arm and asked you a question. You hissed in pain and jerked your arm back. Melissa became perplexed and suddenly something clicked. She gently removed your hand and tugged your arm's sleeve down. She undeniably gasped, and she had a pained look on her face. You were just staring at her scared to move. But suddenly you heard echoing footsteps frightened that it might be your abuser. You were right it was your boyfriend. He eyed Melissa with disgust and forced an aggressive kiss on you in front of her. It would be an understatement to say Melissa did everything within her power to keep her bat from smashing his head off right there. She was furious that such a gentle soul was dating this prick. She was not jealous that you were taken, no she was furious because you got abused probably on a daily basis and she did not know until now. Melissa was no fool; she had experienced a relationship of this kind when she got married to Joe. She could at least return the favour twice as forcefully, but could you? 

Melissa simply rolled her eyes at James's ignorance. To suppose she would lose her pride when he kissed you. Yes, he was acting like a child, but she had other ideas about how to discipline this brat. She had to make sure you were safe first, though.

It was just another Friday. Or so you believed. You arrived home feeling more like you were living in a stranger's house. James was already enjoying a football game while seated on the couch. You were accustomed to it. Compared to talking or hanging out with him, that was preferable. You both had dinner that you made. That day, he was remarkably calm and kind towards you. which confirmed what you already suspected. Nevertheless, he brought flowers, and you served the dinner. 

He even brought expensive candles and a huge arrangement of red-coloured blossoms to create a romantic atmosphere. You shared a meal together. You even shared small glances with each other. He complimented your outfit. Which is a really rare occasion. At that moment you thought: “maybe everyone lives like this?” and that's totally normal for a man to be this jealous and controlling. And that is okay. That is what you used to see at church and home. That you saw your mom being patient with your father.

James took your hand in his since he could see that you were consumed in your own thoughts. His facial expression was inscrutable. However, there was something romantic, caring, and kind about the scene. Despite your extreme discomfort with the entire act, you continue. Waiting for whatever it is he's thinking to proceed. Suddenly he got down on one knee.

“Dear Y\n, I'm feeling incredibly happy and overcome with emotions as I say these words. My life has been brightened by your presence ever since our paths crossed, and each moment we have spent together has only served to confirm my belief that you are the one I want to travel through life with.

My heart begs me to ask the most significant question of my life as I stand on the verge of a new chapter. Will you allow me the great honour of being my wife, Y\n? Will you be at my side for all the experiences and difficulties life may bring? Will you write the unwritten portions of our journey with us, telling a story of love, resiliency, and shared dreams?”

In that moment your heart skipped a beat. That was the man you fell in love with. Gentle, carrying, romantic. The one your family wanted to marry. The one that helped you in need and you lived through a lot. Maybe if you finally would be his. Things will get better? Or it all is just an act, performance. The ring started to look like a ligature that will never loosen. And you're just gonna suffer the rest of your life with an abuser in disguise? Before you can proceed with your next action. 

“Let me think please?” you sounded almost begging. Feeling so small. Like he's gonna crush you.  

If your instincts were correct. His attitude entirely shifts. from carrying and loving a partner. He changed into an untamed, violent animal. He attempted to grab you and give you a forceful kiss. Subsequently, everything became clear. This is a crucial indication that you should put an end to current insanity. You managed to escape his hold. Mellissa was the only person you could run to. You felt a little more at ease just thinking about her presence. You just went for a run in the dead of night. To her cosy and reassuring embrace at her home. 

01:38 am Saturday. Melissa Ann Schemmenti was deep asleep when someone was banging in her door. The first reaction was to take her emotional supporting bat. Just in case. When she opened her door she was more than surprised to see you standing all in your pj's sobbing. She didn't even know how to react at first. You practically ran into her warm comforting embrace. Dripping tears down her shirt. Your breathing improved with her noticeable perfume and shower gel aroma. 

“Oh, honey let's take ya inside, ya`r all shiverin`” She said with a warm soft voice. 

All you did was nod against her chest. You couldn't leave her. You were practically clinging to her as she made soothing tea. To feel her heartbeat, her peaceful breathing, and her soothing warmth. She sat both of you on the sofa, she was playing with your hair, another attempt to calm you down which was working. Your breathing went more steady and you were looking each other right in the eyes. No words said, yet. It felt like she could understand you by just looking into your glistering eyes. Her green pools were full of worry, sadness and rage but not for you. She was already planning what she was going to do to the person who got you upset like this. She knows a guy for everything.

“Hon?, do ya want to talk about it?” She asked as carefully as she could. She felt if she would ask more loudly or would change her tone just slightly you might break. 

“James just proposed to me…” you whispered in hopes that she would not hear what you just said. Even saying this out loud was making you full of anxiety. 

Her heart skipped a bit. She did not know how to react to this confession. Of course she despised James more than anything since she caught a glimpse of marks he left on your body. The first interaction she had with him was concerning and confusing. She always had an odd feeling about the guy. She tried to like him , she really did. The forceful kisses that he would always leave on your lips that she sometimes caught herself on thinking how it would feel if she would kiss you. Not like James, not at all. She was a passionate, loving woman. Not a barbarian like this young man. 

Everytime he would be near you she would feel a stinging sensation in her heart. She always denied her attraction and feelings for you. She thought she was going insane. The feelings were too much to bear. And here you are laying on her warm lap looking absolutely devastated, which adds more to her heartbreak for you.

But as a good friend she decided to let you continue your story. She gave you a reassuring nod. 

“I just cowardly ran away from him, I don't even know what to do… I thought that he was my last chance at feeling complete. But now.. He would be furious that I ran away as a scared child. I'm so stupid!!” You cried out. 

The way you were talking about yourself made her furious that some guy was abusing you and still you made you feel like he was your last chance of love. She wanted to shout out all her anger at him, she wanted to destroy him. The pure Schemmenti rage.

“No, no hon, don't talk about ya`self like this! Ya`re not stupid nor a coward. It is okay to be scared.” She said in a gentle tone while softly stroking your hair. 

“You are more than that, you are an intelligent, smart, funny woman I'm lucky to know and be a friend of. And I will not let a man degrade you, use you. You deserve more than him to be honest..” her voice got significantly quieter in the last sentence. She looked almost scared. It was the first time you saw her like this. All her strong facade is long forgotten.

All these words came out of her mouth so fast she couldn't even control it. She regretted throwing the last sentence at you. But it was too late. Maybe you already got a hint of what she truly ment. When she said all these reassuring words without even thinking. The rage, the feelings.. They got hold of her again. 

Her words made you rethink your life choice and since she looked scared her eyes were getting a little wet. And you could see that she was practically staring at you waiting for your reaction. 

“You know..” There was a long pause before you continued. You felt scared to confess to her. But it felt like the right moment to do so.

“When he got down on one knee, my first thought was about you” Your face was red and you used your hands to cover your face. To hide from possible rejection or embarrassment.

“You are always there for me, so soft and gentle. Specially your hugs are giving me comfort i've been seeking for years. Your home became my safe space.” Melissa was looking right at you patiently waiting for you to continue your speech. Even through your hands you still can feel her instance yet soft eyes. You always liked her emerald green eyes. 

“I hope you will not freak out about what I'm gonna say right now. But.. since the first day I thought you were a goddess of my dreams. Since that day I can't stop thinking about you. Your gentle hugs, your raspy voice, your amazingly green eyes. And then it hit me… I fell in love with you Schemmenti. And I can't do anything about it…” 

You peered out from your hands with great caution. So afraid of being judged or rejected. She grasped your hands in hers, and her eyes changed from a sage green to a dark forest green as she started to cry. She gave you an appreciative glance. 

“I fell in love with ya too hon” She said with tears in her eyes.

“May I kiss ya now?” She asked almost scared to be woken from this dream.

You cradled her face in the gentle warmth of your hands, savoring the moment as you pressed your lips against hers. The soft, crimson warmth of her mouth invited a sigh of anticipation, a symphony of eagerness echoing between you. In the silence that enveloped the intimate exchange, emotions spoke louder than words ever could.

As the connection deepened, your audacity grew, and your tongue delicately danced along the curve of her lower lip. Each movement was a subtle exploration, a delicate blend of passion and finesse. The taste, firmness, and sweetness mingled in a delicious harmony that surpassed her wildest imaginings.

The world outside melted away, leaving only the two of you locked in a timeless embrace. It was a moment that transcended mere physical connection, a shared experience that lingered in the air, leaving an indelible mark on the canvas of your shared desires.

“Oh, na honey .. Ya know who is in charge here” She arched her eyebrow and said with a deep raspy voice. 

“Not now darling, we gon` have all the time in the world tomorrow” She placed you on her lap and gave you a tender kiss. while she caresses your silky hair.

“You are safe with me honey, just relax” Her voice was soft as she spoke. You at last experienced a sense of belonging. In her cosy, gentle hug. She was lovingly swinging you around in her strong, yet soft, arms. Her gentle voice was lulling you to sleep with her lovely nothings.

She kissed your temple and whispered: 

“My angel.” That was the last thing you heard her say before you drove off to sleep. 

She pulled you into her powerful arms when you eventually slept off. went directly to her bedroom's cosy bed. She wrapped you into the covers. Top your head with a goodnight, cosy kiss. 

It's time to put her Schemmenti contacts to use. She is not going to forgive James for what he has done to you. In no time she dialled the number.

“Hey Vinny, I have a case. I need your help and get your boys with you” She said in her cold, merciless voice.

In a mere 15 minutes, Melissa Ann Schemmenti had gathered her formidable squad of boys, a tight-knit brotherhood of loyalty and camaraderie. Restlessness radiated from the group, a palpable energy fueled by a shared sense of purpose. As a true Italian, Melissa harboured an unwavering commitment to family, a conviction that ran deep in her veins. To her, family wasn't just blood; it was a bond forged through trust and shared experiences.

For Melissa, loyalty was a currency more valuable than gold, and you were not just a friend – you were family. The very thought of someone daring to inflict harm upon those she held dear triggered a fierce protective instinct. In the labyrinth of her emotions, the echoes of ancient Italian traditions resounded, where defending one's own was not merely a choice but a sacred duty.

The air crackled with anticipation as Melissa and her squad prepared to confront any threat that dared cast its shadow upon their chosen family. The streets, usually bustling with the mundane, now became the backdrop for a formidable force driven by a code of honour deeply rooted in their heritage. As the minutes ticked away, the restlessness morphed into a controlled determination, a storm brewing beneath the surface of calm exteriors.

Melissa, with her unruly passion and unyielding spirit, stood at the forefront, ready to unleash the fury of protective love upon anyone who dared challenge the sanctity of her family bonds. In those moments, you weren't just a recipient of her loyalty – you were a cornerstone of her world, a connection that transcended the ordinary and delved into the extraordinary realm of unbreakable familial ties.

With a confident smirk, she asserted, "I know a guy for everything," the words hanging in the air like a promise. Her network, a clandestine web woven through the shadows, yielded results faster than the ticking seconds of the night. Melissa Ann Schemmenti had located James, navigating the dark underbelly with an expertise that bordered on the mystical.

The night enveloped her like a shroud, a fitting cloak for the vengeance brewing within her. In the ebon tapestry of darkness, her resolve burned like a lone ember, ready to ignite a conflagration of retribution. As she tracked him down, each step was a heartbeat of anticipation, the rhythmic pulse of justice propelling her forward.

The wind whispered secrets of her imminent triumph, carrying tales of a reckoning that would unfold under the moon's cold gaze. Melissa's eyes glinted with a fiery determination as she approached the rendezvous point, the convergence of destinies set against the canvas of the nocturnal cityscape.

Revenge, a dish she intended to serve with a meticulous blend of calculation and passion, was poised to be her masterpiece. In the pregnant hush of the night, she could almost taste the sweet vindication that lingered in the air. The shadows bore witness to her ascent, their silent accomplices in the pursuit of justice that danced on the precipice of darkness.

As Melissa closed in on James, the universe seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the symphony of retribution to unfold. In the heartbeat of the night, her thirst for payback was a force that eclipsed the obsidian skyline, a testament to the indomitable spirit that resided within her. The stage was set for a reckoning, and Melissa, armed with the power of her resolve, was ready to reclaim what was rightfully hers.

"Look who decided to grace us with his presence – the little brat who fancies himself a bad boy," she taunted, her words dripping with a potent blend of sarcasm and disdain. The air crackled with the acerbic edge of her tone, as if she had effortlessly summoned a storm of derision to greet the one who dared cross her path.

Her eyes bore into him, a piercing gaze that dissected his bravado with a cold precision. The mocking cadence of her voice was a calculated symphony, each note playing a part in dismantling the illusion of toughness he sought to project. In that moment, she stood as the maestro of his humiliation, orchestrating a composition that reverberated with the echoes of his perceived arrogance.

A wry smile played on her lips, a silent challenge issued in the face of his posturing. The "bad boy" façade crumbled under the weight of her scrutiny, revealing the vulnerability that lay beneath the surface. The atmosphere hung heavy with tension, a charged stillness that underscored the power dynamic in that fleeting moment. She had effortlessly seized control, one swing of her favourite bat. BAM darkness…

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