It seemed Diavolo hadn't needed to try very hard at all to seduce his love interest, Donatella had fallen for him quickly, despite his mysterious habits. In her time fantasizing about him, she came across the bizarre realization that he and his kind eccentric friend, Doppio, were in fact the same person. That brings us to around midnight, in Donatella's house, she knew something that nobody else did, there was something exciting about that,

"I'm sorry, Diavolo, but you can trust me, I promise," she tried to ease his worries, but something even about hearing his name out loud made him shudder. The feeling of knowing that someone knew who he was, even if it was only Donna.

The warm light of the sun had been replaced by the blue silver illumination of the moon, and the little seaside summer house seemed like a time capsule, nobody there but them.

The glass doors to the balcony were open, curtains fluttering in the breeze from the ocean. His shoulder length hair gently blown back out of his face, showing his green eyes, as shiny as emeralds, bright like grass in the summer.

His eyes looked tired, not angry anymore, she almost regretted telling him she knew, but deep down she understood that getting in on their secret would only bring her closer to the mysterious duo,

"It's past midnight, I should leave. I have plans tomorrow," he sighed, breaking the silence. He made sure not to say anything to upset her, after all she knew something that he couldn't have getting out,

"Wait!~ couldn't you stay, just a little longer?" she exclaimed before he had the chance to turn around, she knew if he left now things would be awkward, and meeting up again would have to start from square one.

He gestured reluctantly,

"Sure,"

rather tired mentally, from finding out what she knew, he wasn't exactly in the mood to be fooling around with her. Although, he was also too tired to resist her persistence.

She took his hand and lead him out to the balcony, where the moonlight reflected against the ocean, making everything bright,

"Donna, I-" he started, but couldn't think of what to say to somehow fix things. While watching the waves roll in towards the beach, he decided it didn't need fixing, things were fine as they were.

Donatella smiled warmly, hearing her little nickname in his voice made her blush. He was always so serious, sincere but put together, so charming.

They sat beside each other on the bench, facing each other and the sea, she kept hold of his hand, hoping maybe he wouldn't notice.

They both stared out at where the night sky met the water, and the moonlight hit the restless sea. He stroked her hand, realizing that she still held on to him,

"You are so pretty in the moonlight," he told her. Not knowing what to say, she just glanced away and laughed a little. She took a deep breath and looked back at him. Not being able to come up with a response, she put her hands on his shoulders. He smirked playfully and put his hands on her lower hips,

"Why don't you come on over and sit on my lap," he said charmingly, taking a firmer grip on her body and gently lifting her up. She gasped just a little, feeling the pressure of his hands on her back and thighs. After being placed on his lap, she swung her legs around to stratal him, gently pressing the curves of her body against his torso.

she seemed almost taller than him in this position, she looked downward into his green eyes which were reflecting the moon.

their faces were so close together, Diavolo could feel her light breath on him, she sat up straight to feel the musculature beneath his shirt, he shivered slightly at the feeling of her body against his.

she ran her fingers through his hair silky hair, examining the odd color,

"you have such beautiful hair," she told him

he laughed and put his hand on the back of her neck, pushing her a few centimetres closer to his face,

"you think?" he wasn't listening much to what she was saying, her soft voice drifting through the ocean air like a song,

"yes~ you should grow it longer," she said playfully, holding up his hair as it it were in a ponytail,

"maybe~" he sighed,

leaning in and pulling her face closer to his, her mouth met with his, their eyes closed and it felt like the world was spinning, or as if time had stopped all together

her tongue in his mouth, then his in hers

"oh-" she moaned uncontrollably as their lips separated and met again with a sucking sound,

she wrapped her arms around his torso, feeling his sharp shoulder blades and spine,

his hands just above her hips, drifting upward to her ribs and chest

she rubbed her neck against his, softly saying his name, almost just to herself,

"Diavolo..."

he smirked slightly hearing this,

"I love you" she said very quietly, kissing his neck

his eyes widened slightly, hoping she didn't expect him to repeat it back or anything.

she breathed deeply, seemingly unaware of what she had said.

her sitting on his lap, shifting around, with her pelvis against his, certainly made him feel good.

she tightened her legs around him, further pressing their hips together, fabric being the only thing separating parts.

she opened her eyes and bit her lip, smiling a little.

he noticed the reddish mark she now had on the side of her mouth from the kiss, and another one on her neck, he was sure he had them too,

"hmm..." she rested her head on his shoulder, he stroked her head, a little disappointed that things were dying down,

"I-I've never met anyone like you," she sung

without responding, he put his hand on her back, not quite sure if he needed to say something, or even what to say.

his hair blew in his face, and the smell of the salty ocean made his eyes water as it blew in from the tide.