I'm about to take you back to church, tell me your confessions baby what's the worst?

Baptise in your thighs till it hurts,

Cause I'm about to take you back to church,

-Chase Atlantic

(What a lovely song it doesnt indicate thar theres any smut tho. Definitely. No smut. Nada)

M A R N I E

Arthur's hand squeezed the last of the juice from the orange and I stared at her not focusing on the balsamic vinegar and herb dressing I was adding to the bruschetta.

"Everything alright, darling?" She asked a smirk evident on her face noticing that I was hyper-focused on her veiny tattooed hands. The same hands that were wrapped around my throat.

"Yeah." I clear my throat before plating the bruschetta.

"Come on dearest, let's go outside to eat," Nan says, I grab our plates. We served ourselves in the kitchen because we didn't want to carry the pots outside.

I carried three plates at once as Arthur carried three glasses and a jug of freshly squeezed orange juice. Nan has made Pasta al Tonno.

Nan leads us to the backyard. A dining table was set up under the orange tree that Arthur had picked out oranges for the juice.

We sit on the chairs, me opposite Arthur as I look around.

"I love your home. It's so beautiful." I tell her and she smiles wide.

"You do?" She asks with a bright face and I nod eagerly.

"Thank you my dearest. It's a great place. You and Arthur should move here when you're older." She mentions and I choke on my food. I flick my eyes to Arthur and she looks down at her food laughing.

"Oh after her grandfather died, I had friends too. Friends I referred to as 'my xyz'." She says smiling obviously noticing how Arthur had referred to me as 'my Marnie'.

I smile embarrassed as I chew on the pasta. It's so good, we spend the rest of the lunch laughing and chatting under the sun.

"Arthur, get the dishes. I need to speak to Marnie." Nan says washing her hands and Art nods confused trust me so am i.

"What's wrong Nan?" I asked as she leads me to the stairs.

"I'll tell you." She says and I can hear the smile in her voice.

"Okay," I say softly wringing my hands as she pulls open the curtain to the conversation pit and gets inside it. I follow suit and take a seat.

"You see, I'm old." She states I nod slowly confused about where this is headed.

Oh no, is she going to tell me to stay away from her granddaughter?

Probably looking at the remorseful look on my face she places her wrinkled hand on mine.

"I'm not going to say that." She smiles, and I chuckle awkwardly before gulping.

"I was hoping, that you could maybe convince Arthur to move here. I'm getting old. This house is my dream. It's a legacy. After Shakti died Arthur is the only one who would be taking care of this house. I don't want it to go to waste." She said her eyes glazed again and I blink at her.

"I don't understand how I could- I mean-" I go over the words never making any sense.

"You're her friend. Just mention ut to her. I don't want this house to rot away like I do after I die. I love it to pieces. It would be great if you would move too. Take care of my Earthship." I could feel the emotion. She is so attached to this home.

"I could talk to her about it. But Arthur has her whole life in Tuscany. Her band, her home, everything. It would be devastating." I try to reason and she nods quickly.

"Yes, my darling I know, I know. It would be selfish for me to ask her about it too. But I'm an old lady. I feel lonely." She says with a sad smile and my heart aches.

"Oh, Nan. I will speak to her about it, I swear." I whisper and she looks down before kissing my cheek.

"I have never seen my Arthur smile so big." She whispers and I have no words to say.

"I have never been so happy," I whisper too and she pulls me into a hug.

"Oh, dear your hair is dry at the ends." She says before pulling away from me and I smile.

"Oh, it's been a heinous weekend of frying my hair." I laugh and she shakes her head smiling.

"Come on, I'll fix it." She says before getting up and out of the pit and holding my hand as we walk down. The conversation had brought tears to my eyes.

Art looks up at us her eyebrows raising softly and I shake my head motioning 'later' and she nods.

"Arthur get me the almond oil I pressed." She says guiding me to the couch and motioning for me to sit on the ground I do so and she sits behind me on the couch her hands on my head.

Art comes up to sit beside me her hand on my thigh as Nan takes the glass bottle from her hands and applies the oil to my hair.

She massages it into my hair and I sigh.

"So Marnie, tell me about you," Nan says and I smile.

"Uh, I was born and brought up in Tuscany. But my parents are from India. My grandparents still live in India, I visit them every year. Uhhh, what else?" I go on and on letting her know every detail of my life.

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"Arthur, that was not the spot that was marked." I place my hands on my hips and huff as she sows the seeds in places that were not marked.

"Ahh, who cares. They're flowers." She shrugs squinting as she looks up at me and smiles. The sun blinds her.

"Insufferable," I mutter and turn around with a smile on my face. Her hand latches around my ankle and she pulls it causing me to lose my balance and fall on the soft grass.

"Oh, you fucking bitch." I laugh before fisting a hand full of grass and throwing it at her.

"You're insufferable." She laughs and I smile. Art leans towards me her soft lips touching mine. I get lost in the kiss never realising when she fists dirt and lathers it on my cheek.

"You're dead." I point and she laughs before getting up and running.

I run behind her. The 'yard' is not exactly a yard. It's like a fucking garden. Enna is a village located in the fucking mountains. The house overlooks the deep deep fall. But the back of the house overlooks farms and trees.

Arthur is quick to take off her shirt and I follow suit. Kicking off my shorts and shirt as she jumps into the stone-edged pool and I jump behind her. The water is warm and the swimming lessons I've been taking for a week pay off as I swim toward her. Tapping her on her bare shoulder before heading to the surface for air.

"Bitch." I mutter gasping and she pops her head out and laughs.

"The water is so nice." She whispers before pulling me under and I flail my arms around. I struggle to let any air inside my lungs before I'm pulled underwater.

Right before I panic her lips are placed on mine and the air from her mouth enters mine. I close my eyes before kissing her and pulling away.

"Tease." I mouth as I let the bubbles past my lips.

The sun shines on the water and inside. Only then do I notice the specks of dark brown in her almost black eyes. Her copper skin gleamed under the sun as her hair flows wildly.

My beloved.

"You." She mouths and I smile as she leans in again to kiss me.

We both part as I feel my insides burn for oxygen. Popping our heads over the surface I close my eyes basking underneath the sun.

"I don't ever want to leave," I confess and she laughs before pulling me in.

"Neither do I." She mutters before trailing hot kisses down my neck. I let out a soft noise. The sweet spot between my legs throbbed instantly.

My legs wrap around her and my hand tangles into her wet hair and I lightly tug on it. Arthur moans but keeps on leaving open-mouthed kisses. I shudder as she reaches the mid of my right collarbone and she grins against my skin.

"Tesoro." She says before wrapping her lips around the same spot and lightly sucking on it.

"May I?" She asks hooking her finger under the straps of my bra.

"Yes please." I whisper- whine and she grins leaving marks on my neck again.

One of her hands moves to my back and unhooks my bra while the other slides the straps down my shoulder and arms.

I rut my hips against her moaning as the fabric near the button of her jean shorts brushes against my throbbing clit.

"Arthur." I moan and she groans against my skin before she pushes her body onto mine.

The water splashes next to us as my back is pressed to the edge of the stone pool and her hips press against mine increasing the friction.

"How bad do you want me, angel?" She asks detaching her lips and I'm sure there's a pink spot where she just was.

Arthur's lips are dark as my hips rut harder and I throw my head back moaning. She sighs before applying enough pressure that my breath hitches but stops all my movement. I remember her question and I open my mouth to answer but no words come out.

"Pretty girl, tell me how bad you want me." She whispers and only then do I realise that my top half is completely bare. But so is her neck.

I open my mouth sighing as I let my nipples trail on her clothed boobs. I whimpered as they made contact with her hot bare skin. I trailed my right nipple on her throat slowly reaching her chin.

Arthur simply stares up at me with her mouth slightly open.

"So bad," I whispered and within a second her lips latched onto my the sensitive spot and she releases my hips.

I whined as I continued to rut my hips on the waistband of her jeans. Her hand clasped around my left boob and she gave a little pinch to my nipple. I nearly scream as her teeth graze my other one.

I could feel her grin as she rolled one of my nipples in her mouth and the other one with her fingers.

"Arthur- fucking hell." I gasped midway and she grinned wider.

"Such a pretty angel." She whispered pulling away while applying a little bit of pressure on my clit and I closed my eyes.

This might be better than what I imagine when my hand disappears between my legs.

"You're so pretty so pretty so pretty," I whine and she smiles before moving onto my left boob. One of her hands wraps around my neck giving it a little squeeze before pulling me to her and kissing me.

This action alone causes me to lose the rhythm of my hips and whine in her mouth.

"You're such a dirty fucking whore. Anyone could watch us. But you want to fucking come." She says menacingly and that only causes the throbbing between my legs to get worse.

"Please," I whine and she laughs her grip around my throat tightening. Her other hand kneaded my boobs and I moaned gasping.

"Please Arthur," I whine again and I should feel pathetic but I don't. I look up at her dark eyes and how they narrow on me. I look down to see the contrasting colour of our skins and how her tattoos lay so well on me. My boobs looked so sore and sensitive, all thanks to my beloved.

"You can do better." Art says, her voice husky and I close my eyes whimpering as her movements stop together.

"I want you so bad, please Art," I whisper, on the edge of tears and she smiles before kissing me and moving to let me rut my hips.

It's safe to say, it was indeed better than what I imagined.

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