He caressed her head, feeling her scent, which he loved, "I have to admit, it's as much my fault as yours. It may be mine, too... I have to take care of them. And as with the marriage, I'll be there with you...", how did they go into this mess? No, it was obvious. They are young and passionate, and not ready for a child. Yet here they were.

He sighed, "You know how he is. He's... complicated. In all ways. I don't think he'll agree... and if the baby if from him, we are in trouble", admitedly, it was unlikely since he was the one that spent more time with her, but it was a possibility, "If all else goes to hell... I will protect you. As always", he held her tigher, "All I do... I do it for your happiness. Even... even if I don't think things through. I'm sorry for that..."

"I know, I know." she groaned. She felt him pull her closer and she set her chin on his shoulder after rolling to her side to face him. "Gilberto, I know you do things out of love and that you will be here to protect me." A sigh happened again and she closed her eyes. "You're always going to be my protector, it seems. I don't know why you wish to keep doing so, I have been nothing but trouble since the day you met me."

She went silent and began to move her fingers in circles beneath his shirt. She wasn't really attempting anything by it, it was just idle movements with her staring off at some invisible point. "I am scared. I don't think this will be the last time I shall say it, either..."

He sighed, then rached for a much needed drink of wine, "Why? Because I love you. And I protect what I love. Which makes me think... why do you love me? I'm the worst partner you could have. Do I need to list the reasons?", people liked him but just for a good time. Every day, he was surprised to find that Olivia didn't throw him out of the house.

He let a laugh, a tipsy thing, "I'm not scared. I'm absolutely terrified. I haven't taken care of a child before, and I have so many across Italia... I don't know what the future will hold. But..." he held her chin and softly kissed her, "But being with you makes it bearable..."

"You are my lover, you saved my life a few times, you love me. If I looked at your actions as reasons to love you, these outweigh them all, Gil. If I wanted perfect, I would have married a dandy my father tried to hook me up with." She twirled her fingers through his chest hairs, then opened his shirt more.

She flattened her palm on his chest and sighed, then sat up and took the wine from him for a healthy sip. Olive set the wine aside and moved onto him. She grazed her fingers over his chest some more, then she smiled at him and lifted her arms with her brow raised in invitation.

At least she had a reason, one she wasn't going to discuss. He loved her, too... while he wasn't picky, she was everything he looked for in a lover. Gil wasn't perfect, neither was Olivia, but... they loved each other. That was what mattered.

Upon seeing her obvious invitation, he tipsily smiled and leaned foward, pulling her shift up and then throwing it carelessly aside. He caressed her form and smiled, "Cazzo... you're so beautiful..."

With primal need, he leaned foward and began to gently suck one of her breasts, caressing the one with his hand, until her nipples were hard. He would have pinched them like she liked... but it felt wrong to do it on her state.

She sighed as he began to suckle, her thighs quivering already. "Am I?" It was rare to hear those words, but she never commented on them not being said. "I don't want to think right now about any of this..." she murmured and then pulled his face to hers for a deep kiss. She tugged off his shirt and pressed herself closer, nipping gently across his shoulder.

Olive muttered, "Too many clothes..." She moved her hand between them and freed him from his breeches, her fingers circling the velvety steel she so enjoyed touching. Her mouth found his demandingly and he'd probably figure out by that point that sticking around would have good side effects.

She didn't want to wait.

She lifted and sank onto him with a groan that sounded relieved, then her mouth moved to his ear and she said, "Take me like this... Sitting up... Don't come until I let you," that last part was purred out.

Their mouths meet in fiery passion; he felt his clothing constricting and uncomfortable. Having his pants off was a relief, and he shivered when she touched him like that. He never got tired of her touch.

The feeling of her insides sent shivers all over his body; he gripped her hips as she noved her hips and ordered, "Sì...", he whispere, and just enjoyed the feeling.

When he felt like coming, he held like she ordered. It was hard, though, especially with her scent so close to him. His strain was apparent, "Ahh... cazzo..."

Her groans mingled with his as they enjoyed each other. She loved that he grabbed her and took her, his familiar length caressing needy insides and stoking the fire within her. "Yes... You feel so good..." Olive's head fell back and she purred out, "Not yet, not yet my love." She then moved off of him and turned herself around into her favorite position so she could lean back against his chest.

She grabbed his hand and moved it down so he could play with her after she sank down again. "Rub me... hard... Take me..." She groaned and leaned to the side a little so she could suck upon his neck and leave a love bite.

The feeling of her getting off him was unpleasant, but thankfully it didn't last long. That position of hers drove him mad with desire, and he was glad to hold her while she took him how she wanted.

She took his hand and he was glad to comply; he rubbed her slick folds, focusing on her sweet button, vigorously. His other hand found her breast and squeezed it, while he took a long whiff of her scent, "Cazzo... you smell good..."

He was close... so close. He was about to come, so close that he let out pained grunts of pleasure.

She squirmed against him, muttering, "Yes... Like that..." Olive rolled her hips and shuddered. Her body shuddered as orgasm hit, and she growled out, "Now! Come, now!" Her fingers dug into his wrist and her body stilled. Her breaths heaved in and out of her lungs.

Her head rested back against his chest as she relaxed. "You've been good to me, Gil... Making sure I am safe, holding me at night... You were bound to err sometime. I love you." She took a deep breath and sighed, her eyes closed a little.

"Tell me, besides what you obviously like, what are you hoping for with our arrangement in the bedroom?"