3 weeks later...

We'd been searching for weeks, endless outings of just looking at places and using a lot of fuel. After Amara and I had decided to buy our own place, it had been hunt after hunt for the perfect house. But finally we pulled into the driveway of what looked like a family friendly version of our vacation home in Greece. Amara seemed fascinated by the concept of a house lodged into the earth, she was jumping around everywhere.

"This so pretty." She whispered loudly, she'd been keeping up a 'don't let the seller know you like it' front since day one. I shook my head as I wrapped an arm around her waist and we walked up, there was two sets of stairs from the garage and the street up to the actual house. Finally reaching the entrance was a bliss.

We opened the door and entered.

It was perfect, I knew it.

As soon as you walked in you could see the floor was white glossy tiles as far as the living room, the ceiling in the foyer was incredibly high – a chandelier hung from it and reflected bits of light. We walked looking into the room to our left, it didn't have a door but it looked to be a living area type space. Further in around the corner on our right there was a large open space, a staircase going up but also an elevator on the right. We walked to the stair case and looked up, the house itself had at least three floors. We decided we'd come back to that and went back to the hall continuing down into the main living area, it had chandelier as well and connections in the wall for a television and speaker system.

The entire two walls in front and to the right of us were non-existent but instead shifting glass that could be opened to make a joint open space with the outside. You could see from where we were standing that there was a pool, decorative garden and a few acres of just grass – all framed by tall trees lined together. You wouldn't have been able to tell the other side of this mountain was so flat.

We walked to the left of the open space and just behind the wall was the kitchen, I wouldn't know how to describe it. It wasn't modern but it wasn't vintage either, it had two islands just like back at the estate and bunch of other pretty cool features.

It had already been forty minutes and we'd just been walking around touching things in silence, Dominic mostly wouldn't stop touching everything. I was fine with just looking.

We went up the stairs to the second level, it had about six empty rooms, two bathrooms and a single living area. The living area was there as soon as you exited the staircase and it also had a balcony attached, which looked over the yard and showed the mountain reforming in the distance.

We went up to the last level, there was not much but a double door. We opened it to reveal what was a huge open space. To our left there was just a glass wall, there was a wall in the middle of the 'room' the didn't close off on either side. We observed the wall had a powerpoint on each side - that must be where the bed goes.

We walked around the wall and there was a wardrobe set up, like a walk-in-robe but without the cut-off. There was a door in the middle of the very back wall between two sets of wardrobe spaces (imagine the Mr & Mrs Smith wardrobe set-up but this one is different [50, if you must] shades of grey), we opened it to reveal a large ensuite bathroom. It was very modern and had a big shower.

Dominic was still in the main room, "This is the one!" I shouted from the bathroom as I stretched my limbs out in the shower - it was dangerously large.

I heard Amara shouting and decided to check out what had her so excited, I walked into the ensuite to find her trying to stretch herself as far as the shower. My first thought was how cute it was, then it went a little too far. I had to stop myself from visualising it but I did briefly think about just turning the shower on and stripping down with her. I got excited too, but a different kind of excited.

"Ok." I coughed, turning and exiting the room before my 'I don't care about the consequences' attitude kicked in.

"What?" she shouted after me, I could hear her getting out and her feet padding on the ground as she followed me out.

I swallowed, "This is the one?" my voice was suddenly husky.

"Yeah." she eyed me.

"Cool, let's go tell them then."

-- 4 days later... --

"Are you excited?" he stood at the door with a silly smile on his face, I turned around.

"The question is, are you excited?" I smiled walking over and wrapping my arms around his neck. He just nodded before pecking me on the lips, we separated pulling all over bags together. I frowned at the pile in the middle of the room. "Do you have more clothes than me?" I cocked my head to the side observing the ratio of belongings staring me in the face.

"Maybe." He shrugged walked to the door and using a doorstopper to hold it open, he walked back.

I huffed before grabbing two suitcases for both hands and a shoulder bag. I started walking out but couldn't help to look back, of course finding Dominic with two in each hand and three shoulder bags. I poked my tongue out at him and kept walking, good luck fitting through the door show-off.

We eventually had everything downstairs, unfortunately we hadn't had any help due to the fact that no one – not even hired staff – wake up at 4am on a Saturday. I got excited so I'd woken up early, for some reason Dominic was already awake so we decided – after fifty minutes of laying around – to get started on the move. We were moving to the house that Dominic and I had bought further in the city.

I got the hiccups just before we got in the car, Dominic just walked back inside and grabbed a couple bottles of water and a clear plastic sealant bag with macarons inside it. There was blue, pink, yellow, chocolate and caramel macarons. I grinned widely and I took the package from him, along with the water of course.

We started up and headed for the city, I wasn't too upset about the aspect of moving out of the main house. It was a relief more than anything, Santo was a constant pain but he was really the only reason I'd leave. Everyone was so lovely and so kind, Donna especially. I hoped they didn't think badly of me, I'd be back to visit for sure – Dominic in tow.

I turned on the radio and started jamming to 'The Greatest' by Sia, I was full singing along and Dominic just kept shaking his head. Though I could tell he was only holding in smile.

We pulled up after about eleven karaoke shows, private performances for Dominic's ears only. We stepped out and I went ahead whilst Dominic carried the bags in, I was going to let him do it by himself. The house could only be accessed by a number of stairs, stairs that were carved out of the mountain it sat on. I wasn't carrying bags up anything, I got my nails done just yesterday.

"Ooh." I sang as I opened the door with Dominic's key and started dancing around. I plopped down on the floor and just looked around.

I walked into the house with the last of the bags and she was simply sitting there watching, she had a halo of a dress around her so you couldn't see her legs underneath her. She knelt with her hands in her lap like one of those cherub ornaments.

I walked up behind her and crouched down, "Whatcha doing?" I whispered.

"I'm reminiscing." She whispered.

"Oh, you need space?" I asked starting to stand up but she just grabbed my collar.

"No." she pouted, holding me down.

"Okay then." I chuckled. I looked around, there was a lot of bags, and it's probably a bad thing that I have more clothes than my fiancée isn't it?

"Hey Dominic?"

"Hmm." I turned my attention back to her.

"Are you going to unpack these things or should I?" she rubbed her chin.

I huffed, "And why can't we both do it?"

She turned to me with wide eyes, "Because one of us can take a shower, then we swap and the other person takes a shower while the other person cooks breakfast." She nodded to the glass wall that gave a good view of the city and sunrise.

I sat down pulling her onto my lap and wrapping my arms around her waist, "How about," I leaned in closer, "We both do all the things together."

"But we have to take showers." she unnecessarily elaborated.

"We can do that together too."

"You're pushing the boundaries Vitiello." she glared at me.

I nuzzled into her neck, "You know you want to." I sang though it came out muffled.

I do want to.

Ah, that feels nice.

But it's so weird.

"Why?" I whined some more. Honestly we'd just end up having sex, not going to lie - wanted that too. But it's morning and we just got here.

"Why not?" he smiled - he was so teasing me, "I want to see you." he began kissing my neck.

"Mm." the sound escaped my throat, "But wh-" I shut my mouth as his hand made its way up my dress and began caressing my lower abdomen.

"We can," he kissed my nape, "Shower first, unpack and then make breakfast."

I rolled my head back, "That seems," I could feel myself becoming more aroused, "Logical." I finished in a more erotic voice than I'd intended.

He smiled against my neck, "I'm glad you can see that."

"You're so manipulative Dominic," I turned to face him holding my arms up, "I want to be carried." At this he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, "Not like that!" I shouted back but he just kept walking, I could hear a small chuckle and decided to let it go.

I liked his laugh.

He carried me right over to the bedroom, threw me on the bed and flopped down next to me. "What? Tired already?" I chuckled.

"No," he pulled at my dress, "I'm just waiting for you to take this off."

"Don't touch." I giggled rolling over.

After a minute of twirling my fingers, I got up started walking to the bathroom and all whilst unzipping the back of my dress. I could feel Dominic watching my back but ignored it letting the dress fall, I chuckled as I heard him get up.

I waited at the doorframe as he shrugged his jeans off whilst walking, he looked like an idiot but I knew I had a silly smile on my face. I stood impatiently in just my lingerie but I wasn't as embarrassed as usual, maybe this was a good idea - the more comfortable I become around him, the better.

As soon as he reached me he wrapped an arm around my waist and we stumbled into the bathroom, him kicking the door shut behind us. He was doing all the tasks whilst I just let him lead me wherever he went, he turned on the shower and it was so cold but he didn't flinch. I only got the backlash but I still gasped. He smiled leaning down to kiss me, the girl with the droplets on her face. I went on my tippy-toes just so we could meet halfway.

I ran my hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders, we were both only in undergarments and I knew he knew mine weren't coming off until the water was hot.

She took a step closer, pressing herself against me and allowing me the feel of her nipples against my chest. We stopped for a breath, the water was warm now so I unhinged the straps of her bra and unclasped it - catching it in my hand and throwing it over the shower door. She shrugged her panties off herself, throwing them behind her as well.

She then wrapped her arms around my waist and started pulling down my boxers, our lips locked again as she slid them down to the point where they just fell. I kicked them aside, we were now standing in the steaming hot shower, lips locked and in a tight embrace.

After a minute we stopped the make-out session, "You want me to bathe you?" I smiled. She just nodded turning around to grab the loofah, I wrapped an arm around her middle and grabbed it myself - dispensing soap onto it, all with one hand.

I began massaging it into her skin and found satisfaction as her eyes fluttered closed, I made sure to wash every limb though she kept slapping my hand every time I came close to her breasts or her crotch - I'd already washed there but it didn't hurt to try.

"My turn." she chirped holding her hand out, I raised a brow but handed her the loofah anyway.

Gee he was thorough, I don't think I've ever been more clean. He's such a pervert though.

I was trying my best not to check if he had a boner, mainly because my blush would give it away and also because I'd probably jump on his d-ck right then. I took my time rinsing the loofah and putting soap on it, meanwhile he nuzzled my neck. He either really liked my scent or he was developing canine tendencies.

I bumped the loofah on his head so he would stop breathing on me and turned around, all I really wanted to do was rub his abs over and over and over an-

--

We dried off with our towels and he picked me up immediately after confirming I was dry. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking my arms around his neck whilst our lips were locked once again. He caressed my back as he walked over to the bed then lay me down, this was probably because I kept brushing his man-friend whilst bathing him and apologising for it. All the while he was getting more of a hard-on.

"You're a tease Amara." he growled climbing on top of me.

I blushed crimson, "I didn't mean to."

"Well you did." he replied pulling the towel from my body and causing me to blush even more. "Like unwrapping a present." he smiled devilishly.

"You don't own me." I fired back, mainly because I was flustered and nothing else came to mind.

He came closer pouting, "Oh but baby, I will."