De Gratia In Ruinam

Siofra primped and preened herself in the mirror, plucking imaginary lint from her clothing nervously. Tonight was her first real date with Cardinal Copia, and she was anxious to say the least. The two of them had been flirting back and forth for a couple of weeks at this point, but they hadn’t had a chance to actually have a date beyond the fleeting moments they’d sit together during mass or at communal meal times.

With a heavy exhale she grabbed her phone off the bathroom counter, flicking the screen on to check the time. “Shit!” She spent so much time fretting over her appearance that she lost track of time and would be late if she didn’t hurry. Quickly stuffing her phone in her pocket she rushed towards the door, grabbing her jacket as she left.

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Copia paced back and forth past the large rat cage in his room, rubbing at his bottom lip with a gloved finger while mumbling half to himself, half to his rats. “What if I do something wrong? What if I make a complete fool of myself? What if I--” He paused in front of the cage as a pink whiskered snout poked out from between the bars, a soft squeaking noise emitting from its owner. Copia smiled softly, his shoulders relaxing as he lowered his hand from his chin to stroke the furry little creature through the cage. “Ah, Si, si… I am worrying too much again.”

He spent a minute or two cooing at his rats before glancing up at his grandfather clock against the wall, sputtering when he noticed how late it was getting. “Ah, shit! Sorry little bambinos, Papa’s gotta run.” He started for the door, stopping short after realizing what he’d just said. He shook his head and chuckled. “Daddy’s gotta run.” He quickly made his way out of his chambers, making it halfway out the door before patting his bare head with another mumbled curse. Stepping back in he yanked his biretta off the coat rack by the door, shoving it on his head before leaving for good.

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The pair had decided to meet up in the eldest Emeritus brother’s gardens, opting for a stroll through the vast church grounds then having a moonlit picnic beneath the stars instead of the typical stuffy restaurant date.

Copia made it to the meeting location first, a secluded grassy spot under a large weeping willow tree. Approaching the drooping foliage he lifted an arm, pushing aside the curtain of green and noting that Siofra hadn’t made it to the spot yet. He stepped in closer to the trunk of the tree, inspecting the ground for the best place to sit as he shifted the basket of goodies he held on his elbow. He had insisted on being the one to supply the night’s offerings, grilled polenta with marinara, parmesan, and basil, with Sfogliatelle and cannolis for dessert. With a grunt and the popping of old knees he crouched down, gingerly placing the basket on the ground. He let out a sigh as he sat, relaxing back against the trunk of the tree and letting his eyes fall shut as he waited for his date to arrive.

A shuffling noise and a clearing throat several minutes later had Copia blearily opening his eyes, Siofra now standing just inside the veil of the willow tree, smirking down at him as she held a large folded blanket against her chest. Copia sputtered, scrambling to his feet and dusting himself off before clasping his hands together and giving an awkward bow in her direction. He pointed at the blanket as he stepped towards her. “Is that for us to sit on?”

“Yes, it’s a little scratchy but it’s not like we’ll be naked on it,” Siofra chirped, giggling when Copia choked at her comment, his cheeks tinged pink. She shook the blanket out of it’s folded state, shoving one end at Copia and gesturing to help stretch it out on the ground.

Once the blanket was down, Copia placed the basket in the center before standing upright and giving another small bow in Siofra’s direction, gesturing with his arm in a sweeping motion to a spot on the blanket. “Mia signora,” he smiled, and Siofra snorted and shrugged her shoulders as she plopped down onto the blanket, shifting around until she was comfortable. Copia followed suit, sitting opposite her, the basket between them.

“So, what do you have in that basket for us anyway?” Siofra said, reaching out with a pointed finger to prod at the basket lid with pursed lips.

“Ah!” Copia smiled, moving for the basket and flicking open the lid. Reaching in he removed a bottle of red wine, followed by two glasses. “Don’t let Papa know, but I nicked this from his personal stash, heh” he giggled, lifting a finger to his lips in a hush hush gesture. Siofra chuckled back with a slight shake of her head.

Copia popped the cork and poured them both a glass, holding out her glass for her to take. He watched her intently as she took the glass from him, swirling the wine around a bit before sniffing and taking a sip with closed eyes. She smiled, lowering the glass to her lap. “Papa has good taste in wine,” she said, smirking at Copia. Copia flushed a little and nodded in agreement, taking a swig from his own glass before setting it aside to dig back into the basket.

The main dish, unsurprisingly, was Copia’s favorite - Rigatoni with marinara. There was also a small selection of bread with various fruits and spreads. Copia dutifully dished out the generous portions onto two plates, carefully handing Siofra hers before picking up his own. “I hope you enjoy the pasta… it’s always been my personal favorite.” Copia said with a smile as he speared a forkful of his food, shoving it into his mouth and trying his best to avoid soiling his mustache in the process. Siofra smiled and did the same, letting out a small moan of approval. Copia blushed again at the sound.

The two ate in comfortable silence, the occasional grunt or groan of satisfaction or slurp of wine the only sounds to be heard. Once Copia had polished off his plate, he sat it aside and leaned back on one arm while he dabbed at his marinara-stained mouth with a napkin. Siofra finished hers as well, leaning over to place her discarded plate on top of his own. “So, what’s for dessert?” Siofra quipped, smiling when Copia’s eyebrows shot up.

“Oh yes!” he sat forward again quickly, shuffling the basket around to get to the desserts he brought. “Cannolis. And sfogliatelle.” He took one of the latter out, a shell shaped pastry dusted in powdered sugar. As he was reaching to get the whole plate out, Siofra leaned over quickly and took a bite of the one in his hand. Copia looked up at the sudden movement, discovering the massive bite mark taken out of his chosen treat. His mouth dropped open in surprise, blinking a few times as a blush creeped up his cheeks, watching Siofra giggle while daintily dabbing at the corner of her sugar-coated mouth with her thumb. Copia let out a breath, chuckling in turn. He set the now half-eaten pastry down on a fresh plate and handed it to her before digging back into the basket for another for himself.

Siofra finished her first pastry, reaching into the basket to pull out one of the cannolis. She sat back, propping her weight on one arm with a pleased hum, bringing it up to her mouth with the other hand. She dug the cream out with her tongue, involuntarily letting out a moan as she tasted it. Copia’s wide eyes were locked onto her, jaw slightly agape as his own treat was forgotten in favor of the unwittingly arousing spectacle in front of him. Siofra swallowed, licking her lips and eyes flicking up to meet with Copia’s, one eyebrow lifting when she caught him staring.

Copia’s jaw snapped shut, looking away as a hand came up to rub at the back of his neck. He shoved his own dessert into his mouth, trying hard to pretend he wasn’t just fantasizing about painting Siofra’s face white with his own cream filling.

They finished up with the food and moved the picnic basket to the side. Siofra flopped down onto the blanket, and Copia had to admire her for a moment. She looked like a fallen angel, just like Lucifer Himself, lying in a halo of dark hair. Sighing, he relaxed back on his elbows, and looked up to the sky through the thick of the willow tree branches, just in time to see a shooting star.

“Sorella! Did you see?!” Copia whispered excitedly, pointing up to the sky.

“A shooting star?” Siofra asked, tilting her head to see around the branches.

“Make a wish, Sister. It might come true,” Copia mused.

“It already has,” Siofra said smiling, and Copia looked down at her with another blush gracing his features, a soft expression forming on his face.

They watched the night sky for a while longer, quietly listening to the evening crickets and pointing out the occasional firefly spotted floating through the willow tree branches. After a while, with a soft sigh Copia made to stand, stretching his legs with some embarrassing creaks and pops of his old bones. Offering a hand to Siofra, he helped her up as well. “A walk?”

“Sounds lovely,” Siofra replied, smiling as she wrapped an arm in his and rested her head against his shoulder as they left the willow tree to wander through the darkened gardens, illuminated only by the light of the distant moon.

Soon they came down to some old stone steps leading down into another meadow, worn smooth by centuries of use. “Careful, si?” Copia murmured. “The stones, they look slippery.”

Siofra nodded, both of them attempting to gingerly make their way down the old stone steps. Copia had been correct, the dew from the night air had slickened the stones, and merely a few steps in, Siofra’s foot slipped on the edge, sending them both tumbling down to the ground below with a disgusting crunch. Dirt and leaves caking her clothes, she groaned while face first on the ground, Copia making his own noise of discomfort on the ground beside her.

“Are you alright?” Copia grunted, pushing himself upright on his arms.

“Fuck…” Siofra groused, pushing herself up into a sitting position with a wince. She leaned forward to grasp at her ankle, immediately regretting the action as she yelped in pain and retracted her arm to lean back on both of them with her injured leg outstretched. “My ankle… I think it may be broken,” she looked up to Copia with a pitiful expression on her face.

“Merda…” Copia whispered, glancing back and forth between her ankle and her face. Without a second thought he moved over to her ankle, gingerly pawing at it and apologizing repeatedly when she hissed at the action. He thought for a moment, licking at his bottom lip before deciding. His hands flew to his waist, untying his cassock’s sash to use it as a compress for her ankle. He carefully wrapped it around ler leg, tying it neatly so the ends wouldn’t drag in the dirt. “Do you think you can get up?” He asked tentatively, holding out his arms to assist.

“I can try…” she said, gripping both of his arms tight as he pulled her up gingerly, leaning into his chest as she teetered on one leg. She attempted to ease her foot down but immediately shrieked in pain again, nearly falling back down. Copia gripped her tighter, one arm coming around her back to hold her up, pressing her into his body while the other held her hand.

“I’ve got you,” he mumbled, his face wrenched in worry. “Can you step at all?” His tone was fretful, as he knew they had a less than pleasant trek back to the abbey, full of more steps along the way.

“I don’t think I can…” she whimpered, voice strained. They both took a step forward, and after nearly falling again they both decided her walking was simply out of the equation.

Copia chewed at his lip, glancing around frantically, trying to think of what to do. Regrettably he’d left his cell phone back in his room, and even if she happened to have hers, he didn’t have any of his ghoul’s numbers memorized. There was really only one solution…

Copia turned to her, hesitant. “It.. it looks like I will have to carry you back,” he said, his face apologetic.

“If you think you can?” She lifted a brow, not wanting to completely discredit the man for trying but he didn’t exactly look like the muscle type. But their options were few at the moment.

Copia refrained from scoffing at the remark, letting out a tiny huff instead. He knew people didn’t think much of his small physique, but he wasn’t a waif, either. He leaned down, hooking his arms behind her knees and hoisting her up bridal style into his arms, her own instinctively coming to wrap around his neck.

Their faces were suddenly dangerously close, their noses almost touching. Neither of them said anything as they found themselves staring into each other’s eyes, Copia fixating on the smudge of mud across her cheek, silently wishing to reach up and wipe it away. She cleared her throat, and they both flushed pink before looking away from one another. Copia cleared his own throat then, shifting her in his arms a bit before beginning the arduous trek back to the abbey.

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Both had decided it was better to go back to Copia's chambers which were much closer than her own. She didn’t want to go to the med wing either and suffer the poking and prodding of the nurses there with their less-than-stellar bedside manners.

Finally making it back to his room, he awkwardly paused at the door a moment, thinking. He didn’t want to put her down only to have to pick her back up again. “Ah, sorella?” He asked tentatively, a sheepish look on his face. She hummed in response, and he gestured downward with a nod of his head. “The key, sister. It is in my left pocket. Ah.. can you reach it?”

Siofra flushed a little but nodded, reaching down to feel around for his pocket, her hand dipping a little too close to his groin for a second and making the Cardinal give out a rat-like squeak, his cheeks turning red. “S-sorry,” she mumbled in apology, her fingers finally finding the edge of the pocket and reaching in, barely able to grasp the key ring and pulling it free.

“It’s the square one,” Copia mumbled, nodding towards the door. Siofra nodded, fumbling with the keyring to get the right key and jostling it into the door, struggling a little but eventually able to unlock the door and turn the handle with a relieved sigh. Copia shouldered through the door, pushing himself backwards against it to close it again, letting out his own exhausted exhale.

He moved her over to a plush, expensive-looking chair, starting to set her down until she spoke up with an alarmed noise. “My clothes, Cardinal, they're filthy. I don’t want to dirty up your furniture…”

“Oh, ah…” Copia paused, his face thoughtful for a moment, “Um, bathroom, then?” She nodded, shifting in his grip as he made his way towards the en suite bathroom. Once inside he carefully sat her down on the toilet, briefly crouching in front of her to look up at her, concern written on his face. He looked down at his hands, quickly tugging off his gloves and reaching for her ankle. “May I?” he asked softly, his fingers lightly wrapping around the tender appendage. She nodded, wincing when he tugged her shoe off to get a better look. He removed the sash wrapping, his fingers gently prodding and squeezing, feeling for any significant damage and watching her reactions.

Despite the pain in her leg, she couldn’t deny the skin to skin contact with the Cardinal made her stomach flutter. She chewed her lip as she watched him examine her ankle, taking notice of how intently gentle he was being.

“Can you move your toes?” he asked, breaking her from her thoughts. She wiggled her toes with minimal effort, Copia watching as she did so. He sighed in relief, gently placing her foot back down to the floor and sitting back on his haunches. “Well, the good news is nothing appears to be broken.” He smiled softly up at her, and she smiled back, though it was a somewhat pained one.

“Well there’s that at least…” she mumbled, shifting where she sat to look over at the claw foot tub nearby. She chewed her lip again before turning back to him. “Do you mind if I…”

Copia’s eyebrows lifted for a moment, glancing between her and the tub before catching what she meant. “Ah! Si, si, no problem sorella,” he said as he stood up, gesturing to the cabinet nearby. “There are towels and anything else you might need in there,” he added, before his face fell a little, moving towards the cabinet. “Oh, do you need me to-”

“No no, I think I can manage, thank you Cardinal,” she cut him off with a wave of her hand before stilling where she sat, looking up at him expectantly with an awkward smile.

Copia smiled back, a few strained silent moments passing before realization hit him. His expression quickly changed to one of slight embarrassment, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his neck. “I’ll just uh…be out here, then. Si.” He quickly turned to leave, grabbing the door to close it behind him before she spoke up again.

“Cardinal?”

Copia halted in the doorway, quickly turning back towards her. “Si, sorella?”

“Will you stay nearby? ...I-In case I need your help?” Siofra asked hesitantly, a pale blush creeping up her neck at the thought.

Copia’s skin mirrored hers, a flush tingeing his cheeks as he nodded wordlessly. He quickly turned and left the room, bringing the door mostly closed behind him but leaving it open a crack so he could still hear her, should she call out to him. He decided to distract himself with paperwork, sitting down at his desk nearby. It wasn’t long before he heard the sound of running water splashing into the porcelain basin, sighing as he slumped back into his chair. He couldn’t concentrate on paperwork right now, not with an attractive sibling of sin disrobing in his own bathroom, just a few feet away.

He shook his head of the thought, silently chastising himself for letting his mind go to the gutter. He took off his biretta, tossing it to the desk as the sound of sloshing water distracted him again, and he listened intently for any signs of distress. The room fell silent, and he exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He guessed she’d settled in to relax in the bath. He couldn’t blame her, after the ordeal she’d been through. His own muscles ached, no doubt from the strain of carrying her back, and he lamented his want to also soak... Alas, he only had one tub. He’d have to wait his turn.

He’d closed his eyes with his head against the back of the chair, dozing off when the sound of something large hitting the tile floor of the bathroom ripped him back to alertness. He sat up quickly, ready to leap up and run to the bathroom if he heard her make any noise.

“C...Cardinal?” her voice came timidly, and he rushed to the bathroom door, pausing just outside it with his hand on the knob.

“I’m here, Sister. Did something happen? Are you hurt?” Copia’s voice came out rushed, full of alarm.

“No! No no, I’m fine, I just…” there was a slight pause, followed by an exasperated sigh. “I dropped the shampoo bottle and I can’t reach it…” she added, the sound of splashing as she flung her arm down into the water in a fit of frustration.

Copia breathed out, relieved that she didn’t hurt herself further, but the relief was quickly replaced with embarrassment as he realized he’d have to go into the bathroom to retrieve the bottle for her. The bathroom where she was currently naked. Naked in his tub. He swallowed the lump in his throat, casting his eyes downward as he pushed open the door, stepping inside. He glanced around the floor, spying the bottle a few feet away from the tub. Moving over to it he crouched down, picking it up with one hand as the other came to cover his eyes. He scooted over to the tub blindly, reaching out with the bottle in hand.

She quirked a brow, giggling quietly as she reached out to take the bottle from him with one hand, the other coming to grasp his in her own. Copia’s brows shot up to his hairline, and he tentatively turned his head to look at her. He relaxed a bit when he realized from his position that he couldn’t see anything from beneath her shoulders.

“You don’t have to be so shy, Cardinal,” she murmured, rubbing her thumb over his. Copia’s throat visibly bobbed, his eyes flicking from her face to their joined hands, his palm now wet from hers.

“Sorella, I don’t-” he paused, swallowing again as she tilted her head at him. “-I don’t want to overstep,” he whispered quietly, his posture shifting, slouching further down beside the tub.

“You aren’t,” she said softly, leaning forward to prop her forearms on the side of the tub, resting her chin on them. “Thank you, Cardinal…”

Copia’s eyes softened, smiling up at her. “It was my duty to help, Sorella. And I’d gladly do so again.” He shifted where he sat on the hard floor, wincing. His sore bones were screaming at him and the warmth of the bathtub was so inviting, but it was currently occupied.

“Is something wrong?” She asked, noticing his discomfort and frowning.

“Ah,” he mumbled, giving her a sheepish smile, “This old body of mine, it’s not eh, as spry as it used to be, si?” He groaned as he shifted his legs out from under himself, stretching them out in front of him. “I could use a hot soak myself.”

“Oh,” she mumbled, eyebrows lifting a little as she glanced back at the water, noting how the tub was plenty big enough to fit another person. “Well…” She turned her gaze back down at him and chewed her lip. Copia gazed back, his own brows rising in question as he waited for her to speak again, realization slowly sinking in as his eyes widened and cheeks flushed.

“Wh- I-” he stammered, leaning away from her a little. “But, your injury- I don’t, I mean…” he fumbled over his words, a hand coming to rub at the back of his neck nervously.

“There’s plenty of room in here, Cardinal,” she interrupted him, smiling softly at him. “...Please?”

He paused his nervous tics, looking back at her, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. She lifted her arm back out of the water and held her hand out to him, tilting her head to the side against her arm. Copia’s rigid posture softened, dropping his hand from behind his neck and reaching out to take her hand in his. With a soft smile he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her knuckles. “Copia,” he said softly, his other hand coming to join the other in tenderly wrapping around hers. “If we are to share a bath together, we can forget the formalities, I think,” He added with a soft little giggle.

Siofra grinned back widely and nodded. “And you’ll call me by my name, fair?” Copia nodded back, letting her hands slip from his to hoist himself up off the floor. He looked away from the tub as he stood, despite having just agreed to share a bath with her he still felt bashful about just looking at her so brazenly so soon.

Copia paused, staring blankly out in front of himself and fidgeting. “I uh... “ He felt too shy to disrobe while she watched, but he didn’t really want to leave the room to undress only to have to waltz right back into the bathroom naked as the day he was born.

Siofra seemed to pick up on his apprehension, and smiled to herself. “If you’re still shy, I can look away?” There was a beat of silence, then the sloshing of water as she reached over to grab a bath rag. “I’ll cover my eyes until you’re in, okay?” Wetting the rag and wringing the excess out she folded it neatly over her eyes, relaxing back against the tub wall with a sigh.

Copia swallowed, glancing briefly over his shoulder to see she had indeed covered her eyes. He also noticed that the bubbles in the bath helped shield his view of her naked form, and he let out a breath of relief. Moving away from the tub to a bench on the far wall of the bathroom he sat, bending over to unbuckle his shoes. Occasionally he’d glance over at her nervously, but she did as she said she would, keeping her eyes covered.

Once his shoes were removed his fingers went to his cassock buttons, arduously unbutting just enough of them where he could slip it down off his shoulders. He undressed quietly, as if scared to make a sound that would bring attention to him. Keeping his boxers on he cautiously toed over to the side of the tub, biting his lip as he looked down at her. Here goes nothing… he thought to himself, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and pushing them down. Kicking away the garment he braced one hand against the tub wall, carefully stepping into the tub one foot at a time, trying his best to avoid bumping her injured leg.

Once the water stopped moving, Siofra removed the rag from her face, smiling at the very nervous looking Copia sitting opposite her in the tub, his knees pulled up to his chest. “You don’t look very relaxed, Copia” she tilted her head at him. He blushed at the sound of his name on her tongue, his shoulders slowly creeping up to his ears. “Come here, turn around so you can stretch your legs out, yea?” She reached her arms toward him, beckoning him towards her with her fingers.

Copia’s flush deepened, and he hesitated a moment before moving. With his hands on either side of the tub wall he moved forward, slotting himself between her knees and turning around as she asked. He let out a soft oh when he felt her arms wrap around his shoulders, tugging him back against her chest. His eyes widened and he chewed his lip, feeling her bare breasts against his back. She leaned them both back against the tub wall, sighing contently as she let one hand rest lazily against his chest.

Copia’s mind went totally blank, the only thing he could focus on was the feel of her bare skin against his. He let his head fall back against her shoulder, stretching his legs out in front of him with a sigh. Relaxing into her embrace his eyes fell shut, the heat of the bath soothing his aching body. They stayed like that in silence for several long minutes, until Siofra let out a quiet whimper, her leg shifting a bit.

“Sorella, are you alright?” Copia was broken from his bliss, moving to sit up and turn to look her in the face, concern marking his features.

“My leg is just throbbing a little - and hey, I told you to call me by name, didn’t I?” She shot him a playfully chastising look, but it quickly turned into a wince as she shifted her leg more.

Copia blushed with a sheepish smile. “Si, sorel-- I mean, Siofra…” He glanced away from her face to where her leg would be beneath the bubbles. “Do you think a massage would help?” he asked her, his eyes meeting hers, his brow wrinkled.

She hummed. “Are you offering?” she asked, her lips puckering with a crooked smirk.

“S...Si…” he mumbled back, his eyes briefly flicking to her mouth.

“It’s worth a shot, I guess. Just be gentle…” she murmured, shifting to lift her leg up and over Copia’s hip. He nodded, settling back down against her chest as his hands gingerly wrapped around her ankle.

“Is this okay?” he asked quietly, focusing on not causing her any pain and gently massaging her leg. Her only response was a soft, humming moan directly into his ear. Copia froze, like a record scratch went off in his brain. A deep flush crept up his chest and neck, as he tried to ignore the stirring in his loins. Keep it together, Copia... Now isn’t the time he internally chastised himself, fingers starting to move on her ankle again.

“That feels good…” she whispered in his ear, her lips ghosting against his skin as one hand mindlessly rubbed at his chest. Copia swallowed hard, wrenching his eyes shut for a moment and trying to will his growing erection away. Her hand on his chest crept upwards, her fingers dragging across his skin up to his neck and jawline.

“Sis--siofra?” Copia whispered, his voice small and strained.

Her lips pressed softly against his neck just below his ear as she hummed against his skin. “Hm?”

Copia’s eyes fluttered, biting back his own quiet moan as he chewed on his lip. His cock twitched in interest under the water and he nearly let out a whimper. “Are you… Do you… ah-” His stuttered words were cut off as he felt her other hand travel down his stomach, raking through the smattering of hair leading to his crotch.

“Only if you want to,” she whispered into his skin, her lips pressing tender kisses along Copia’s neck and shoulder.

“Sathanas…” he breathed, his abdomen twitching against her touch. His hand slid up her calf, fingers dragging up and down what he could reach of her leg. “S-Siofra…” he murmured, tilting his head back against her shoulder and looking up at her with hooded eyes.

Siofra smiled against his neck, inhaling deeply. “What is it, Copia?” She pressed open-mouthed kisses to his throat, sucking hard once and delighting in the choked noise he made. The quivering of his abdomen under her hand made her heart thrum, and she inched her fingers closer to his cock. “What is it you want?”

“Cazzo….” he huffed, pulling up one knee in an involuntary action, sending the water sloshing around them. “Please, Siofra… I…” his breath quickened, his chest heaving with his intense arousal. He gnawed his lip, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he grappled with whether or not he had the guts to ask her to touch him.

Siofra pressed her lips to his ear, whispering his name quietly. “Copia…” With that and another kiss to just below his ear he let out a shivering moan, his back arching slightly.

“Sister please,” he mewled, his hips jerking in some attempt to shake her hand closer to his now achingly hard cock.

“Siofra,” she corrected, before sinking her hand further down to wrap her fingers around his base.

“Siofr-AH,” Copia moaned, his hand letting go of her leg to loosely wrap around her wrist, his fingers dragging frantically up and down her arm. His breath hitched in his chest as she began stroking him languidly, his head lolling to the side on her shoulder to press open-mouthed kisses to her clavicle. When she stroked up and squeezed the tip he let out a high pitched whine against her skin, his hips giving aborted thrusting movements beneath the water.

“I love the noises you make,” Siofra whispered into his hair, her hand stalling at his tip to pay special attention to the sensitive underside. Copia’s whole body shuddered, his head tilting to look up at her with a pleading, lust-filled gaze. Siofra smiled softly, pressing gentle kisses to his forehead and brow. “You like that?” She murmured, twisting her wrist gently around the head of his swollen cock.

“Merda, si, si, è così buono…” Copia mumbled incoherently in Italian, interspersed with his pleasured whimpers. His hips thrusted shallowly against her fist, his hands moving to grasp at the undersides of her thighs. He chewed his lip as his breathing got heavier, closing his eyes as his head rested back against her shoulder. “Fuck…”

Siofra grinned as she picked up the pace with her hand, squeezing him down the length of his shaft and back up again. “Such a dirty mouth you have,” she whispered, her tongue lolling out to drag up the shell of his ear. Copia whined in response, his face flushing deeper as his brow crinkled. She gave another squeeze and a twist at his tip.

Copia’s mouth fell open with a stuttering moan, his body twitching. One hand shot to her wrist to still her movements, his eyes opening as he shifted his head to give her another pleading look. “Siofra, if you keep going like that I...I will make a mess… of the water,” he breathed, chest heaving with every word.

“I don’t care, if you don’t?” she grinned back at him wickedly, her fingers squeezing around him again. Copia let out a yelp, shaking his head vigorously as his hand on her wrist moved, encouraging her to continue. With a smirk she began stroking him in earnest, working him into a twitching frenzy of whimpers and heaving breaths.

“Cazzo, I’m… I’m gonna--” Copia huffed, his hand on her thigh squeezing dents into the soft flesh.

“Cum for me baby,” She whispered into his ear, pressing kisses to the side of his face and neck as his body convulsed. High pitched, breathy whines fell rapidly from his lips as he came hard, his toes curling under the water as his hips stuttered against her grasp. She gently stroked him through the aftershocks until Copia’s hand came to weakly wrap around hers again, begging for mercy from the overstimulation. With another solid kiss to his jaw she let his softening cock slip from her grip, Copia flinching slightly as her fingers dragged across his sensitive undertip as she let go.

Relaxing back against the tub wall Siofra smiled down at the sight before her, a flushed and sated Copia, breathing deep and heavy as he lay on her chest with his eyes closed and mouth agape. A cloud of white floating in the water around their legs caught her eye and she couldn’t help but let out a quiet giggle.

The sound broke Copia from his post-orgasm haze, looking up at her with raised eyebrows. Siofra nodded forwards, making Copia turn his attention to the water in front of him. Once his eyes focused he let out a squeak, his face flushing once more.

Siofra let out another giggle, waving her hand through the water to disperse the floating bits of cum. “We can pull the drain and refill, if you’d like? Or would you rather get out?”

Copia cleared his throat, lifting a hand out of the water to inspect his fingers. Pruned… “Ah..” He turned his fingers towards her and waved them a little. “Perhaps we should get out, I am becoming waterlogged, si?” He let out a quiet giggle.

Siofra smiled softly at him, motioning for him to reach over and pull the plug at his feet. Pulling himself up from her chest with a grunt he leaned forward, tugging the stopper from the drain. He made to stand up in the tub, his hands bracing on either side of the tub wall as his lower half rose from the rapidly draining water.

Siofra made a noise behind him, and it only occurred to him in that moment that she would now have a perfect view of his entire bare ass. He couldn’t very well cover up or hide at that point, not that it made much sense to, given what they’d just done, but he still felt bashful nonetheless. His face and chest turned pink as he glanced over his shoulder at her, his posture hunched a little as he gave her a nervous chuckle.

Siofra watched him climb out of the tub with a smirk on her face, her eyes dragging up and down his body appraisingly. She sat up fully but paused, trying to think of the best way to get out of the tub without potentially injuring herself further. She didn’t have to ponder long before Copia was leaning down, offering his hand to help her up. She smiled up at him, taking his hand and gingerly lifting herself on her good leg. She perched on the edge of the tub, swinging her legs over, using Copia as a brace to keep her from falling.

Copia tried not to stare at her chest too long. Now that it was right in front of him unshielded he couldn’t help himself. His eyes swept over her body before the sound of a clearing throat ripped his attention back to her face. His face reddened, caught. “Ah, s...sorry” he stammered, quickly offering his other hand for her to take so she could stand up fully.

Siofra giggled at him, attempting to take a step but misjudging and falling forward. Copia caught her though, his arms coming to wrap tightly around her waist and hold her up against him. “Sathanas, are you alright?” His voice was laced with concern, momentarily forgetting his bashfulness about their shared nudity.

Siofra huffed, shifting her weight fully onto her good leg. “Yea, yea.. I’m fine. I just still can’t walk.” Her arms linked around his neck to give her better leverage to hold on.

Copia shifted her in his embrace, sliding his arms down to find the most comfortable and stable position to hold her. A moment passed and he found himself staring into her eyes, becoming more aware now of the feeling of her naked body pressed against his own. A pretty pink blush crept up his neck and face, and he swallowed heavily. His eyes fell from hers to her lips, watching her chew on it in anticipation. A barely audible whine escaped his throat, his eyes flicking back to hers.

Siofra smirked, seeing that she’d still have to be the one to take the reins. One of her hands behind his neck sunk into his hair, pulling him towards her. Copia allowed himself to be guided without resistance, their lips meeting in an eager but tender kiss. Copia groaned against her mouth, eyes sliding shut as his arms tightened around her. To Siofra’s surprise, Copia took the initiative on deepening the kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at her lips, begging for entry.

As the kiss deepened, their tongues sliding languidly against one another, Copia’s hands began to wander across her skin. One hand slipped down to palm gently against the swell of her ass, his breath hitching in his throat when she pressed her pelvis harder against his.

Copia was the first to break the kiss, pulling back and sucking in a heavy breath. “Siofra…” he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Take me to bed, Copia,” Siofra whispered back, eyes opening to look at him with a sultry expression.

Copia gazed back, slack jawed and eyes half-lidded as he nodded in agreement.

Copia finally tore his eyes away from her long enough to shuffle the both of them closer to where the towels were, grabbing a large one and wrapping it around both their bodies. Feeling a little bolder now, his lips continued exploring what they could reach as his hands scrubbed the edges of the towel across the rest of her body.

They shared one more long, deep kiss before Copia pulled back, glancing toward the door and back to Siofra. “Shall I carry you?” he asked tentatively, a thumb caressing her jawline.

Siofra nodded silently, shifting her arms to better hold on around Copia’s neck as he bent down to scoop her up into his embrace with a grunt. Siofra’s brows raised, giving him a look. “Are you sure you can uh, make it to the bed?”

Copia pouted at her and furrowed his brow. “Look, I know I’ve commented on my noodle arms before but I’m not that frail.” Siofra just giggled lightly at him before snuggling her body closer to his.

Copia carried her carefully through the suite, to the opposite side of the room where the plush bed sat in the far corner. He gingerly sat her down on the edge of the bed, allowing her to get comfortable on her own. She took the towel with her, laying on top of it and leaving Copia standing bare at the end of the bed. She scooted backwards towards the headboard, leaning on her elbows as she admired the man standing before her with a sultry smile. Copia felt himself flush, his neck-rubbing nervous habit showing itself again as he lifted a hand to the back of his head.

“You’re so cute when you’re bashful, you know.” She said, lifting a hand to make a come-hither motion at him with her fingers. Copia smiled and bit his lip briefly before making to crawl towards her on all fours up the bed. Her hands came up to reclaim their place around his neck, pulling him down towards her. Copia let out a little “oh” as he was pressed against her, his forearms coming to rest on either side of her shoulders.

Siofra tugged his neck down, pressing their lips together once more with a smile. Copia’s hips ground into hers absentmindedly, and she giggled against his mouth. Pulling away just slightly, she smiled up at him, his eyes half-lidded and glassy. Her eyes flicked down to his mouth, watching as his tongue lazed out to drag across his bottom lip. With a smirk, her eyes flicked back to his. “Would you like to taste even more?” she whispered breathily, fingers scritching through his hair at the back of his head.

Copia’s pupils dilated at the question, mouth hanging slack as he nodded slightly in response. Siofra hummed, her arms sliding from his neck to gently usher him lower by the shoulder. Copia followed the guidance, sliding down her body, allowing himself to press kisses against her flesh as he went, lips dragging across her skin gingerly.

When he reached her pelvis, he glanced back up at her, as if waiting for any signs of disapproval. He only found a sly smirk staring back at him, so turned his attention back to the apex of her thighs. Siofra shifted her thigh to the side, giving him more space to slot himself between her legs. With one last shift of his body he settled below her, one arm curling beneath one of her thighs and the other hand coming to gently caress her other inner thigh, taking a moment of reverence to appreciate what was in front of him.

He cast one last glance towards her face before leaning forward, kissing his way up her inner thigh until he reached her heated core. Tentatively, he pressed his lips against her clit, feeling a jolt in his gut at the vocal response she gave at finally feeling him on her. His tongue darted out to taste her, and he moaned against her flesh. The vibrations of his own voice against her gave her even more pleasure, and she bucked against him, wanting more.

Copia shifted, burying both of his arms beneath her thighs and fully pressing his mouth against her, tongue laving between her folds, eagerly tasting and lapping at her. His nose pressed against her clit as he buried his tongue inside her, the smooth slickness of her filling his senses and sending lightning bolts straight to his groin. His cock, already rock hard again, strained against the mattress as he pinned it between his pelvis and the bed, mindlessly grinding against it.

Copia groaned against her cunt, locking his lips around her clit and sucking and licking with fervor. Siofra’s hand flew to his head, burying her fingers in his hair and tugging gently as she writhed against him. Copia grunted in response, quickening his pace to drive her to her end.

“Fuck, Copia… don’t stop” Siofra murmured, pressing back against Copia’s mouth as she crested over the precipice, bucking roughly as she came hard. Copia kept up his ministrations against her, lapping her through her orgasm and drinking up her slick like a man starved. After a few moments Siofra was tugging at his hair, overstimulation beginning to take hold.

Copia panted as he pulled back, licking his lips and groaning, eyes fluttering shut. Lifting himself onto his elbows and knees, his hard, neglected cock bounced under him, dripping with precum. Siofra looked down at him and smirked, biting her lip. She moved her leg slightly, bumping his cock with her knee, giggling when his hips jerked at the touch. “Look at you…” she mused, smiling as Copia tilted his head to look down at himself and the dribbling mess from anticipation under him. He looked back up at her with a sheepish grin.

With another lick of his lips and his eyes fluttering once more at the memory of her taste, his cock bouncing in response. “Please…” he begged quietly.

“Hmm?” Siofra teased, dragging her leg against his Cock teasingly.

Copia flinched again, a slight moan escaping him. His breath hitched in his throat and he started to pant lightly. He looked back to her, his eyes pleading. With a grin, Siofra shifted her hips, opening wide for him and beckoned him forward with her fingertips.

Eager, Copia shifted forward, slotting his arms on either side of her body once more, resting on his elbows as his hips lined up with hers. He met her gaze, silently asking again for permission. He let out a slight noise of surprise when he felt her legs wrap around his hips, locking him in place above her. With a shuddering breath, he rested his forehead against her clavicle as he shifted his hips, aligning himself up with her entrance. Gently he pushed in, sucking in a breath as her tight walls enveloped him. He sunk into her slowly, reveling in the warm embrace her body gave him. Once seated inside her fully he stilled, willing his breath to calm. His arms snaked beneath her, holding her impossibly close to him, as if he were afraid she’d fall away without his tight hold.

Siofra’s fingers wound their way into his hair, gently petting and caressing him as she turned her head to place kisses against the side of his face. With a smirk, she clenched her walls around him, stifling a pleased giggle when he whimpered and twitched in response. Copia lifted his head from her chest, his lips seeking hers for a desperate, needy kiss. Their tongues danced against one another as Copia slowly began to move, languidly pulling out and pushing back in again. He moaned into her mouth as he sunk fully in again, his head falling back to its place on her chest. “Fuck…” he murmured into her skin, his grip on her tightening as he picked up his pace.

Siofra’s legs tightened around his hips, her heels pressing against his ass in encouragement. Copia slowly sped up his pumping, mouth pressing kisses against her skin, eventually seeking out her breast to lick and suckle. Siofra raked her nails up and down his back, the other hand alternating between tugging and smoothing the hair on his head. “Good boy…” she uttered quietly, feeling the way Copia’s breath hitched at the praise.

Copia’s hips snapped against hers, his breath heavy and grunts and moans falling incessantly from his lips. Without warning he pulled himself to his knees, his arm gripping around her waist pulling her with him, tugging her into his lap as he continued to pound into her with reckless abandon while sitting on his haunches. Siofra let out a surprised squeak at the motion, pulling herself upright and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“F--fuck, Si...Siofra…” Copia panted, burying his face against the side of her neck, “Voglio che tutto questo non finisca mai... You feel so fucking good…”

Siofra smiled into his hair, pressing kisses to his sweat-slicked temple. She squeezed her walls around him again, delighting once more in the strangled noise he made in response. His arms tightened around her as he fervently bounced her on his lap, blissfully chasing his high. His moans became higher pitched and more frantic, pushing Siofra back onto her back and folding over on top of her, holding her hips tight against him as he pounded into her until stilling suddenly, hips jerking out of sync as he came hard for the second time that night with a harsh, breathy moan.

After a moment of stillness, Copia collapsed on top of Siofra, breath ragged and body glistening in sweat. “Good boy…” Siofra repeated quietly, and Copia smiled to himself, turning his head slightly to press kisses against her flesh. He turned his head to look up at her, eyes half-lidded, exhaustion beginning to overtake him.

On shaky arms and legs, Copia pulled himself up, gingerly pulling himself out with a shudder. Looking back to Siofra’s face, he smiled and leaned down, giving her another quick kiss before moving to get off the bed. He held a finger up to her in a just a moment gesture, quickly running to the bathroom to retrieve a damp rag to clean up with. Siofra watched, a pleased smile on her face as he hurried off, enjoying the view of his taught ass as he went.

When Copia returned with the wet cloth, he sunk down onto the bed, crawling up to lie beside her, glancing up to her face for approval. Siofra nodded softly, allowing Copia to gently clean her body. Once he finished with her he turned to himself, quickly wiping up and tossing the rag into a nearby hamper.

Leaning over her again he went in for another kiss, bringing a hand to caress her cheek. “Does your ankle still hurt?” he asked quietly, thumb stroking along her jawline.

“Mm…” she hummed, rolling her body into his. “It’s not as bad, but will likely be very sore in the morning…” she mumbled against his chest as she snuggled up against him. Copia smiled, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her close, burying his face in her hair. Reaching behind him he grabbed the blanket, tossing it over the both of them and snuggling in with Siofra pressed against his chest.

“Buonanotte, amore mio” Copia mumbled into her hair, as they both drifted off into a blissful sleep in his bed.

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The morning light had barely begun to trickle through the shuttered curtains of Copia’s bed chamber before a knock had come rapping at the door, rousing Copia from his wonderful slumber. He furrowed his brow, at first attempting to ignore the knocking at the door, wanting nothing more than to remain tangled in the arms of his newfound lover into the late morning hours.

The knocking became more insistent, and Copia grunted. Reluctantly, he detangled himself from Siofra, carefully getting out of the bed so as to not disturb her more than the knocking may have done. He grabbed a robe off his coat rack and tossed it on before answering the door with a less than pleased expression on his face. His face faltered a bit once he realized who was on the other side of the door - Papa Emeritus the Third himself.

“Ah… morning Papa…” Copia said hoarsely, raking his fingers through his tousled hair.

“Cardinale, good morning!” Papa replied back, a little too peppy for Copia’s liking. “I thought you would be awake by now, si? What has kept you up so late that you are oversleeping now, eh?” Papa made to peer over Copia’s shoulder, obviously assuming that Copia had an overnight visitor.

“SShhh!” Copia flapped a hand at Papa, “If you must know, yes. I have someone over. But she is still sleeping and I don’t wish to wake her - we had quite an ordeal last night,” Copia attempted to explain, and Papa’s eyebrow shot up at his phrasing. Copia shook his head after he realized, “Not like that!!” he whisper-shouted, glancing over his shoulder once in Siofra’s direction.

“Ah, well let Papa in and let's make the morning a better one, yes? I have breakfast,” Papa sing-songed, waving a brown bag of goodies up between himself and Copia. Just then Copia’s stomach very loudly growled, much to his chagrin. “Si, you are hungry then. I come in now.” Papa pushed his way past Copia, striding into the room with a loud, boisterous greeting.

Copia made to urgently shush him again until he looked around Papa and saw that Siofra was already awake, and had grabbed Copia’s spare robe and put it on before either of them had noticed. Copia let out a somewhat relieved sigh, but still shot Papa a disgruntled look before coming to sit beside Siofra on the sofa.

Papa plopped down into a plush chair opposite the couch, leaning forward to place his sack of goodies on the coffee table between them. Tearing into the bag he pulled out various pastries and croissants, complete with small containers of jams, spreads, and butters. “I did not see you at dinner last night, Cardinale,” Papa spoke as he dug out a stack of napkins and butter knives. “I assumed you had been working overtime and forgot to eat, though now I see you were ah… occupied otherwise, eh?” Papa winked at Siofra, causing her to blush a little. Copia gave a mild scowl. Papa grabbed a pastry and leaned back, gesturing towards the spread with his arm. “Mangiate, miei amici!” he said gleefully, lounging against the chair’s armrest as he brought the pastry to his mouth, sniffing it before taking a large bite.

The subtle, hungry sound of Siofra’s stomach made her move first, leaning forward to inspect the items on the table before deciding on a tasty looking apple turnover with large crystals of sugar dusting the top. Copia watched her as she leaned back on the couch, taking an eager bite of the pastry and closing her eyes in bliss. He smiled softly before turning his attention back to the table to pick out his own, deciding on a fancy-looking cinnamon croissant.

They all chewed silently for a few moments before Siofra shifted in her seat, curling her leg up beside her on the couch. The unsightly bruising from the previous night’s injury caught Papa’s eye. “Oh, mia cara dolce ragazza,” he said with concern in his voice, leaning forward and gesturing towards her leg, “What happened here?”

Everyone’s attention was then on Siofra’s leg, and she barely avoided choking on her pastry. “Oh - yeah, that. I-” she cleared her throat a bit, “Slipped on some stone steps out in the gardens last night, landed on it wrong…” she finished, wiping at her lips with a napkin.

Papa made a tutting noise with his tongue, brow gently furrowed. “Ah, si si… Elder fratello’s gardens can be quite treacherous at times,” he mused quietly, dabbing at the corner of his own mouth with a napkin. “Papa is no stranger to accidents himself, heh-” he joked about himself, “-as we all know.” He cleared his own throat then, remembering the ghastly injury he sustained that one time he fell into a poorly designed stage. “I know some good remedies, si? Papa could patch you right up and make you feel real good.” He said with a sultry wink, leaning back in his chair again. Copia shifted in his, barely suppressing a scowl in Papa’s direction as he grew mildly jealous at the thought of Papa doting on her, instead of himself. It didn’t go unnoticed by Papa.

Papa scoffed playfully. “Now now, Cardinale, worried I’ll forget about you, eh?” Papa teased, leaning heavily over the table to reach for Copia’s chin, gingerly resting a finger under his jaw. Copia’s eyes grew wide but he didn’t move. “No need to be jealous, si? Papa would never leave his Cardinale out of the fun…” he finished, giving heavy fuck-me eyes to Copia with a smirk, before sitting back in his chair and grabbing another pastry and popping it in his mouth casually. Copia’s adams apple bobbed in his throat and his face flushed pink. He too grabbed another pastry and hurriedly shoved it in his mouth, squeezing his thighs together as he tried to ignore the stirring under his robe.