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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jul 20, 2010 7:54:56 GMT -6
 LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, HIGHWAY, DECEMBER 2007[/font][/center] -----something had really gotten lost in translation as of late. who was this freaking woman and where had she come from because maggie was relatively sure that even under the close proximity of her father back in tijuana, that she'd never flown so far off the handle. she didn't threaten people unless she had to and she was pretty sure, somewhere deep, deep down where her conscience was screaming at her, that this was not a situation where she had to defend herself. luca was in no way harmless, he was in the italian mafia for christs sake, but she had a strange inkling that he wouldn't hurt her unless he had to. as things stood at the moment he pretty much had a very good reason to hurt her. mainly because with one little upset of her hand, he'd be gushing blood. now did all of this realization kick in when she needed it to so she could be civil and pull away her hand? uh no. maggie was pissed. after that stunt he'd pulled he in no way had a right to kiss her, whether it was to shock her out of her silence or not. he really needed to understand that when you did something stupid and whoever you're talking to suddenly clams up, that you don't go poking and prodding at the open wound. all of his fake apologies had just sent her over the edge so the moment he'd kissed her she reacted on a whim. boy did it feel good. maggie had felt so...tame lately. tame, ha. that was anything but what she was at the moment, or in reality for that matter. maggie wasn't a tame person, but she'd had so little action lately that she was feeling more like a house cat than the wild animal she loved to be. at least under her father she was running the joint. she was always busy and she never had a moment to play these stupid games. how long had it been since she'd last been on a mission? oh since the last time she'd had a mission and luca had walked in. yep, she hadn't done squat since that day in paul's apartment when she and luca had met for the first time. now that didn't seem like a lot of time to have passed, but trust me, for maggie that felt like years.
-----what pissed her off most about this entire situation actually wasn't the lack of action, the games her father played, or any of that. what pissed her off most was that given the situation, she was actually falling for the ruse. though she denied it like it was her life's mission, maggie liked this guy. more than liked...she was attracted to him for more than the obvious reasons. come on, look at him. you couldn't possibly see that walking down the street and not watch him as he walked by. and trust her when she said that he was doubly good looking in as little clothes as possible. it wasn't fair. but looks shouldn't be the only reason for liking someone and if that had been the case then maggie would have been a happy little camper. if she had just liked him for his looks then this would have been moot weeks ago. she never would have been attracted to someone just for their body. she'd trained herself not to simply because of the line of work she'd been in. now some may think it's impossible to train yourself to not be attracted to another person but do we not do that from an early age? do most people not have a "type"? said type is the way a person trains their mind as to what they find attractive and what they don't. maggie simply trained her mind to not find a single person in tijuana attractive and for the most part it had worked. still she'd never gotten overly involved with someone and the fact that it could happen with luca now after all this time? well to be honest it scared her. she felt things she'd specifically kept herself from feeling and she didn't like it. if this was just lust, well then satisfy it and be done with it. with jason it had just been lust because really, who could ever come to love a druggie? but this...thing with luca didn't feel like just lust and she was definitely afraid that if she gave in she wouldn't walk away feeling like "okay, now that's done and let's get back to real life." no, she had a feeling that quenching the urge to be with him would be nothing more than the beginning.
-----kissing wasn't an option and yet as of late it seemed like it was the only thing they were doing! those short few days ago she'd been on the couch with him, drunk yes but not completely without her state of mind. she'd chosen to kiss him. the only reason why she had was because that filter that kept all those urges in the back of her mind had been slowed by the alcohol in her system. by the time she'd realized what she was doing and that she never should have done it in the first place he was kissing her back and she was enjoying it far too much to make him stop. thank god he had stopped or rocco may have woken up to a show. god forbid they scar the boy any more than his life had already scarred him. or at least, she assumed life had scarred him. maggie had been raised as a child of a dangerous lifestyle. she'd grown up with bodyguards who toted big shiny black guns and who threatened anyone who came too close. she had a father who openly dictated his guards when she or j.r. were around. it had been to inspire j.r., it had been to frighten maggie, neither of which had had the desired effect. maybe rocco hadn't been raised that way. maybe he hadn't the slightest clue that his family was dangerous. maggie prayed that that was the way it was. had it not been for her father unknowingly desensitizing her to his business and to the world of crime she would have been like her sister bella, the good girl. it wasn't in her nature to be good now, but maybe that whole thing would have been different if she'd been shielded from her father's lifestyle. doubt it but still. maggie didn't mind it. she never guessed about the what if's that were involved with her involvement in the business. she loved what she did and she didn't want to go changing it now. maggie would never be normal. she was far too damaged for that now.
-----speaking of damaged she was lucky she hadn't nicked his skin yet. her hand was steady, her body smooth as silk. this was the killer side of her that she wasn't really prone to letting loose but as you could see, she was damn good at it. there wasn't a shake to her body, not a glimmer of fear anywhere to the fact that she was holding a knife to the neck of the favorite nephew of one of valkyrie's most dangerous. though she was stoic on the outside, inside she still smiled at the fact that she caught him off guard. it was payback for the many times he'd done the same for her and it felt good. there were a lot of things that made her feel good and very quickly getting the upper hand on luca had risen to the top of the list. sorry! ha! he was sorry! she still didn't believe him on that front. he only said to smooth things over so he could sleep without worrying about what body part he'd be waking up without. "bull! you don't fucking mean it." she sneered as she watched a hint of red color his face. ooh he was really getting mad. was she nervous? hell no. we are in fact talking about the one woman who could go toe to toe with luca and be completely unphased by it. probably the only woman in the vicinity who wouldn't run away with her tail between her legs. the only woman who wouldn't let luca walk all over her. he just wasn't used to that at all. she fought him every moment as he pulled her knife-gripping hand away from his neck and yanked it out of her grasp. the fact was that he was stronger than her. it would always be that way when push came to shove (quite literally) but that didn't mean she wouldn't still fight him ever step of the way. "i make no promises." she said flatly as luca plunged the blade of her knife into the wall.
-----...um, that was kind of hot. strike that...really hot. the moment her reason for being on top of him was gone, her awareness kicked in. she was straddling him, her heart was racing in her chest, her breath fast, and he was looking at her like an animal would...and she liked it. what the hell was the world coming to? she slid down his torso as he sat up, planting her in just the right (or wrong depending on how you looked at it) spot in his lap. he didn't give her a moment to reply as he leaned in and kissed her. what did she do? oh maggie reacted the way she usually would. she practically tore at him. figures. her hands found his bare body within seconds, pulling him in close as she kissed him back. if it was possible her heart raced faster than before as she clung to him, her skin absorbing every warm little flicker between them. they were practically naked, there was no one in the room, they had no reason to stop...and maggie wasn't coming up with any. it was hard to even think at the moment. all she could do was react. so she reacted. she ground her body against his involuntarily as she continued to kiss him. once again, he was probably going to have to be the one to stop and she didn't care. in this moment, maggie had no control, and she didn't care. she was starting to not care about a lot of things...oh well.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jul 21, 2010 0:25:49 GMT -6
 
----LUCA COULD SAY HE WAS RUNNING A TEST. he wanted to know if what they were feeling was something that was tied with true feelings. he'd say the other ones were accidents. but this... this was no accident. they were both sober. there was not an alcoholic drop in their system. anger aside, they were their usual normal selves. luca knew the risk. well, the several risks that had attached themselves to this test. neither of them really could backtrack or have an excuse of what was about to go down. luca couldn't blame exhaustion, she couldn't blame being drunk. then there was always the risk that if he kissed her again, she'd pull another knife out of... somewhere, and stab him. and that wasn't even the worse one for him. what if she just pushed him away again? embarrassment would ensue surely. then everything would have been for shit and he would end up looking like the damn fool. he wouldn't want to work with her after that either. how could he? luca didn't get humiliated. and he sure as hell didn't hang around people that humiliated him. that marriage then would be doomed to be awkward.
which brought luca to the fact that he did not work with a partner. when he was first starting out, he usually ran with an uncle, a more experienced mobster. and that wasn't really a partnership. it was more of an apprentice deal. a job shadow more like where luca did whatever his uncle told him to do. in the early months of following his uncles around on deals and jobs, him and alberto jr. were allowed to run together. fausto had faith in the two. he had figured two eighteen year olds could do it by themselves. if fausto didn't think they were ready, he wouldn't have sent his first born son out. luca would consider his cousin al jr. was the closest he every came to having a partner. in actuality, that never lasted long anyways. everyone was almost like a lone ranger. sure, they worked for people and the select few and people working for them, but you sort of dealt with your own business. as long as fausto was getting his cut, he just wanted to not attract as much attention to the cops. five men with guns going in to collect money made more noise than one. any really, if you worked as a giovanni, all you needed was one person going in and getting the job done. how many giovannis did it take to cut off a junkie's fingers for not paying? one. hello, luca.
all jokes aside, he was actually really scared to be partners with maggie for real now. especially after everything that had since happened. it was one thing to be her partner. it was another thing to be her partner, know they were getting married, and actually liking each other now (maybe.) it made luca nervous. he needed a clear mind when he was handing a job. there was already the being on guard for his own life, but now he would be watching out for hers. he knew now that she could handle herself, but that didn't help ease his mind. this could become a dangerous pairing. it was now publicly known amongst the organized crime world that a luca giovanni was marrying maggie corinthos. for anyone that knew either of them and saw them with the other, it was almost a perfect way to get something out of it. especially if they were going to be partners working on cases together. luca's enemies would know that maggie would be his greatest weakness. as long as they were together, working in the crime world, luca could never work like he did. people would know that, and people would use that against him. this wasn't going to be a fun position to be in.
it had been the moment of truth. the threw the fishing line out there for her. he pulled her face into his... she didn't slap him, didn't throw a knife at him. he felt her arms on his bare back and she was pulling him towards her. she was kissing him back, too. his hands left her face and slowly traced their way down her side, feeling every rib underneath his hands. he gripped her tighter and pulled her closer to him, their bare torso rubbing against each other as the friction of the sharp movements made them jerk, trying to find a way to get even closer. he wrapped his left arm around her, almost squeezing her. this was very different than when she jumped him on the couch. right now, everything was right in front of him. no t-shirt was in the way, no rocco was sleeping in the corner. it was just luca, maggie, and the sound of the their harsh and labored breathing. the bedsheets ruffled between the slightly as his heart rate sped up and he the opportunity to get more oxygen was becoming less frequent. luca's free hand clung to her back, his hand slipped underneath her bra strap but he wasn't making any attempt to un-do it. no. he may be enjoying this greatly, but luca was still all there, in his head.
all this time, he was keeping his eyes opened. he was watching her every time he brought his lips to hers again. he noticed a different type of expression on her face when he dropped his head and met his lips with her neck. he did something similar when they had been in their square-off while rocco was brushing his teeth. this time it wasn't a joke, he wasn't teasing. he kissed the hollow of her neck and felt the ends of her hair fall over the arm on her back as she tipped her head backwards. he looked at her carefully when she brought her head back to level with him. he still held her tightly in his grasp. he didn't want to let go. why would he want to let go of something that felt good... felt right? well, that was his answer to the million dollar question. she was right here, pressed against him for the most part. she felt the way he always pictured it. she kissed him like she was continually trying to get something out of her system but continued to find the feeling still in there to taste him. they stood staring at each other, no one saying a word at first. he could have pushed it farther. if he could have his way, they wouldn't still be wearing their underwear. be he had been able to stop, he answered his question, and she wasn't fast at getting out of his grasp either. luca freed an arm. he brought it to her face and pushed some of her hair out her eyes. his hand rand down her cheek and her neck. "i think. it's time to just say it." he watched his hand as it went across her chest, momentarily stopped at her shoulder before tracing his way back down her back. "i like you. and i think you like me, too."
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jul 21, 2010 13:44:33 GMT -6
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, HIGHWAY, DECEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----her first job...maggie couldn't even remember the first time she knew she was officially in. her father had taken so many steps to try and keep her out that keeping track was nearly impossible. there were times where juan corinthos sr. would give his daughter little glimmers of her "in." she would weasel her way into a job, do decent work with that job, and her father wouldn't reprimand her. then there were times when her father's men actually came to her for advice and her father would fly off the handle. it got to the point at about the age of fourteen/fifteen that she realized she would have to determine when she got in and how deep. once that was settled maggie was fine. she emersed herself so deep in the business that there was absolutely no way for her father to get her out without it looking like some big scandal. she'd made it such that she was vital to her father's business and he hated that. juan despised the fact that maggie was better at his job than he was. he wanted to be the ultimate mobster/drug lord. he wanted to be the mister miyagi of the drug cartel world and the fact of the matter was that juan corinthos would never be such a well renowned criminal. he would never be an al capone. he would never be a john gotti or lucky luciano. he was a two bit criminal who wouldn't be able to last a year running his own business without the help of his lovely, intelligent, and beautifully under utilized daughter. unlike her father, maggie had a kind of knack for this underworld of sorts that would make such famous gangsters proud. she knew when to be quiet, when to make a statement, when to sit back, and when to fix a situation that was bound to get you killed. that had been the motive behind this whole "i'm actually falling for you charade that they were putting on for the elders. what she never expected was to actually start feeling something for luca.
-----she could see now why they were so similar and why they drove one another absolutely bonkers. they were so stubborn and pigheaded. they didn't like being proved wrong and when that happened they tended to get self conscious and defensive and no one walked away happy. she could see that all now after having spent more time with him. originally when she'd come up with this delectably dimwitted and movie plot worthy plan to out finess her father, well she hadn't known him. she'd seen him as the sexist bastard of a man who had thought her a hooker and thought he could muscle her out of the money she'd worked so hard to dig up. she'd thought him a stupid muscle head who was used to getting his way and got testy when things didn't go according to plan. she wasn't very wrong. but that was one side of luca. that was the side she could act around. that was the one she could play these kind of games with and walked away unscathed from. it was this other side of luca, this human side with a nephew he adored, who could really act genuine if he wanted to or really tried...it was this side of luca that maggie hadn't been planning for. this side of luca was foreign to her. had she been without this side of luca she would have been able to fake it, screw with her father until he saw the error of his ways, and walk away without any trouble. but now she was feeling things. she was seeing him as a human being, she was liking being around him at times, she was frustrated with the things he would say to piss her and off and thusly would be giving him the silent treatment for the bullshit he would spit to try and anger her. though she hated what he said to the point of wanting to put a knife to his head and actually doing so, she was still beginning to like him. not just enjoy the pleasure of his company. there were feelings involved here that she wasn't really sure she could put a leash on.
-----why oh why did she have to get mixed up with the one guy who could actually match her? the one guy stubborn enough to deal with her shit and enjoy it so much that he came back for more. this was not the first time they'd gotten tangled up in this same situation and there was a reason for that. be it lust or whatever else you wanted to call it, on some level there was an attraction there that neither person could deny or control. why else would this have happened? they weren't calculated moves to try and outwit her father! there was no one here to see them kiss, no stupid sexist father to piss off to the point that he called off the engagement. there was no posing for the press or looking good for other criminal masterminds. this was purely animal instinct. she wanted. he wanted. they went for it. where it would lead them, lord only knew. maggie couldn't find it in her to stop the moment his lips connected with hers. that angry kind of kiss transformed into more of a hunger within seconds. she was pissed alright, but right now that wasn't the closest thing on her mind. right now all she wanted was him. to touch him. to taste him. to feel him over every inch of her body. maggie couldn't remember a time before when she'd wanted another person so bad. she'd had romantic encounters, sure, hell she'd even had one of those bubbly childhood first loves, but nothing had ever felt so wild, so dangerous, and so right as she felt right now in this moment with him. no one else's body molded to hers and fit her own so well. no one else could spike her blood first with anger and then with one little action ignite the kind of fire that luca could. had anyone else done something like he had they would have been unconscious, and that was if she had self control. but luca...one kiss and she was hungry, lustful putty in his arms. it wasn't fair. he had a whole hell of a lot more control over her than either he or she realized and that scared her.
-----honestly she couldn't believe she was in this predicament again. even when she was drunk she'd tried to tell herself that she would never do such a thing when she was sober and look at this. she was sober. she was cold but that was not a good enough excuse for why she was seated atop his lap, devouring him like her life depended on it. she didn't want to admit it, but this was feeling more and more right by the minute. she was sick of fighting it at this point. she liked him, more than to just spare his life when she had to. she liked being around him, she definitely liked kissing him, and she really wasn't sure she wanted any of that to stop. she definitely couldn't stop herself as she clung to him, nails biting at his skin as she kissed him. her body wanted to be closer, though there really was no way to be closer to him unless...no really? did she actually want to sleep with him? making out was one thing, being close was one thing, but actually sleeping with luca was a whole other factor in itself. what a mess. there was a flicker of nerves as luca lunged for her neck. the last time she'd been in a similar situation he'd left her hungry and angry, something he was apparently very fond of. but instead of just teasing her with the idea of him kissing her neck, luca actually did so and made her stomach clench. damn it he had way too strong an effect on her but she really couldn't bring herself to pry them apart. not now. not when she was feeling so good. but they stopped yet again, thankfully so because the next step was something a little more personal than she'd been expecting. her chest heaved as her eyes opened slowly, her expression drowsy. damn that felt good.
-----she sighed as his hand reached up to push strands of hair from her face, surprising herself by leaning slightly into his touch. her heartbeat fluttered as his hand moved from her cheek to her neck, finally moving it's way to her shoulder. she couldn't deny what she was feeling, but she was in some way surprised to learn that luca felt the same. she thought he hated her. what reasons didn't she have that would make that assumption? "yeah, i do." she said quietly, her gaze locking on his as she said so. she was in no hurry to remove herself from her "perch." a moment of silence passed and maggie just laughed, resting her head on luca's shoulder until the laughter subsided before she spoke. "how in the hell am i supposed to get any sleep now?" it was more of a rhetorical question, but it was her reason for laughing. she was pretty sure this was going to be yet another night where she got no sleep. twisting her head slightly sideways, her lips gently grazed over his neck, giving him light little nips. she must be a glutton for punishment, but she really wasn't done yet. she wanted so much more than just one little kiss.
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jul 23, 2010 8:05:57 GMT -6
----LUCA KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA. you know that feeling in your stomach when you knew something bad was brewing. that's how luca felt. what was more dangerous than working with maggie was being with maggie. he could have quite possibly changed everything. he could feel that this was dangerous, thrilling, and probably violent somewhere down the line. he didn't like this because he couldn't see how this would pan out. and you know luca, all about control. if he started something, he'd blame himself. he wanted to see if the feeling was genuine... and it was, so way to go, genius. for starting basically the end of the world. ok, that was an exaggeration, but it was the end of him. nothing good could come out of what just happened. for two people like them, it'd get screwed up somehow, someway, and probably someone. like him, or her.
and what did this mean anyway? not that luca was one to think about what this meant. he'd had hook-ups before, one night stands. this wasn't a one night stand though, considering when he woke up in the morning, they'd be driving back to valkyrie together, and then probably seeing each other the day after that, and the day after that, and you know what where i am getting at. to say the least, he had never gotten so excited making out with someone since, well, london. he knew better than to tell magie that, but i guess where he was getting at with this was that maggie wasn't just some model luca met and slept with because 'it had been awhile.' was this giovanni a player? no, not really. he'd had more hook-ups than he did relationships, sure. he wasn't saying he and maggie would start dating after this, because believe me, he wasn't, (besides, they were already engaged when you wanted to be technical about it.) however, maggie was just... different. he couldn't even lie to her because she knew everything. she would know why he had to leave so suddenly, or why he eyed his cellphone every five minutes. there was no... secrets. that sounded nice and something completely new to what luca had grown far too use to.
luca felt responsible for starting this... with maggie. in the past few days, maybe even weeks, was luca thinking about maggie more than just the annoying little faux-hooker he was suppose to marry? yeah, he had. it was kind of those times when you day-dreamed or dosed off. everything in your brain was still working, but your subconscious was slightly overpowering your conscious. luca thought about maggie. in all honesty, who wouldn't? they fought a lot and picked on each other, but maggie was a clear ten. no one could be partners with her and not think about all those 'what ifs.' so it took luca a little longer to achieve those thoughts, but he got there. it didn't help with maggie telling him that night that he was always mean to her. was she trying to make him feel bad, because it was working. and here he was today, holding her as they were two pulls away from being naked. it wasn't exactly the setting luca thought of: trapped in a one-star motel room as a sudden snow storm raged in california, but he was facing the feelings he thought he didn't have while she was facing... whatever was bothering her.
everything just felt good. from the way her lips felt against his to the way her nails were digging her nails into his back. he was absolutely terrified of the feelings going on within himself but it was almost like a drug, the way he just wanted more. so this was how the druggie's felt, huh? maggie had been a subtle addiction for him. it all started at paul's after she took the money and wanted to run. he had under estimated the assumed prostitute and when he said he wanted his money, she kicked his feet from underneath him and sat basically on his chest. half naked girl, sitting on you. five years ago, that would have made him the happiest teenager on the planet. this night? it made him pissed, but somehow in his mind, past the wanting to kill her and get the money, he was just intrigued. it was like staring at a drug, but not touching it. resist and you will be fine. luca had his first taste the day of their training session. before london busted in, luca gave in and kissed maggie. just pulled her off the floor and kissed her. the benefit was his way of trying to not think about it, not about her, and definitely not about the kiss. failed though. that same night they were making out on the couch. you could say he was hooked. and wasn't the first step of recovering admitting you had a problem? telling maggie the very next day that the kiss meant nothing and they couldn't be a 'we' just sealed the deal that luca wasn't ready to admit anything.
and look at tonight? he had given in once again now he was just... touching her. he couldn't help it. luca wanted to feel every part of her skin, there wasn't one part he wanted to leave untouched. it was interesting at the contrast between her skin and his touch. his hands, forever rough from all the work he had done. between his real job with his family and second job as a photographer, he wasn't surprised his hands weren't smooth. maggie's skin was like the feeling of silk: rich, smooth, and milky. his hands dangled at her lower back, his fingers brushed against the beginning of her underwear. she agreed with him. his eyes met hers as she just told him that he was right. their feelings for each other were mutual. it was good to know that he wasn't doing all of this for nothing.he gave a confused smile when she started laughing. he felt her head on his shoulder and she said, "how in the hell am i supposed to get any sleep now?"
oh, yeah, how could he forget that he was now suppose to share a bed with her? how could they untangle themselves from each other, go back to their respective sides, and have a restful night's sleep? was it even possible to be able to fall asleep mere inches from each other? well... luca knew a way they could fall asleep, but then they'd wake up naked and that probably would be worse. or would it? luca blinked. yeah, he really had to stop thinking about that. it couldn't happen, end of story. it really didn't help when he felt her lips against his neck. damn, that felt really good, too. for someone who was worried about sleeping, she really wasn't showing in signs on exhaustion. he sighed. "you're killing me," luca stated. it was true too. "a slow and painful death," he added, turned his head towards her slowly so that her lips went from his neck back to him. he looked down at her. the truth was, he ran the test, he knew he liked her and she agreed to liking him. wasn't that all he needed? all he wanted to find out? if so, then why was he pulling her closer to him again? he exhaled, breathing on her. then, luca really couldn't stand it and caught her lips again in yet another lustful and angry kiss. this time was different, because luca leaned back, falling back onto the bed and bringing her with him. his hands gripped her sides, holding her in place on top of him. this was the luca giovanni without logic. the one that wasn't calculating and running test while a beautiful girl laid kisses on his lips. they were so close to one another that the only thing that separated luca and maggie was the thin material of her bra. one hand was pulling her head closer to his, the other was laying around her back, somehow they both met at the middle. the middle in this case was her bra strap. he could feel the satin and the hooks that kept it together. he even tugged at the band lifting it up, off her back. it would just be a simple task of his fingers working together to unstrap it.... wait, stop. luca completely stopped. "i'm sorry," he said breathlessly. "i, uh... wasn't thinking."
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Jul 23, 2010 14:06:23 GMT -6
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, HIGHWAY, DECEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----it was nice to have everything out in the open as far as emotions went. he liked her, she liked him, the world could go on spinning. in all reality it made things a lot easier for maggie now. she hadn't the slightest clue as to what luca had really felt. she had hints here and there, but the pair of them were so back and forth about everything they felt that it really was hard to make one single judgment. after all, he'd kissed her once that day that they were supposed to be training before he practically tossed her aside. they were at each other's throats more than they were at each other. basically it was reasonable to not want to take any chances. and maggie definitely didn't want to be taking chances. there was no way she would put herself out there in order to tell him that she had the hots for him. no freaking way. all he would have done was hold that against her, especially if he hadn't been feeling the same way. there was always tension between the two of them but at least this time they knew it was because of sexual tension. it wasn't just a hate for one another. though it is safe to say that had they looked back only a few weeks ago well that it wouldn't have been sexual tension. it would have been hate. it was no secret that only that short time ago they'd pretty much loathed one another. she'd threatened his pride and joy, he put a gun to her head, you know it was just another day at the office for these two. never in a million years would she have guessed that a conversation with her friend over instant message would be coming true. tristan had pegged it from the very moment maggie had vented to her about her new partner in crime, though not exactly in those words. tristan had said they'd be jumping one another's bones in no time and now look at where they were. it hadn't been more than a few weeks since maggie had first vented to tristan and she was straddling luca's lap as they kissed. looks like friends really do know best.
-----she wasn't all that disappointed that tristan had pegged her. after all it wasn't like she was having a bad time. maggie didn't care much about where they were at this point as long as she wasn't sleeping with rats. being here with luca was turning out to be better than expected. and to think that if he hadn't gone careening off the highway that they'd probably be pulling up to her apartment now. hmm. speaking of apartments, maggie hadn't expected hers to be filling up as quickly as it was. j.r. was an unwelcomed guest from the moment maggie had found out he was coming via orders from her father. by now she had gotten used to her oldest brother being around, but initially she was not the happiest little camper in the world. maggie's first official job, as given to her by her father in front of actual people in his business, was to go to the states and start importing his wares. she'd landed in valkyrie not but a few days later and gotten to work. it had felt better than anything she'd experienced up until that point. maggie figured her father was finally giving in and was finally going to let her into the business. her time in valkyrie was going to be her time to shine and damn it maggie had planned on using that to her advantage. she wanted a chance to prove herself and what had happened? dear old daddy sent j.r. up to watch out for her. though it hadn't quite turned out that way, j.r. was still watching her like a hawk. he was mainly in on the whole idea because he wanted to get away from their father as much as maggie did. what he hadn't expected was for maggie to dive waist deep into matters with the giovannis. now all of a sudden valkyrie was swimming with corinthos kids. raoul had weaseled his way up here somehow and bella had now taken over maggie's bedroom. it was fine with her. for the most part she was now surrounded with corinthos' she could stand, but for a place that she was supposed to be in alone, it certainly had gotten crowded.
-----she wasn't sure just how much she minded. after all maggie was almost staying away. she had to keep up the ruse for her father that they were actually getting into this engagement, the one that was supposed to push maggie to the brink and force her out of the business. little did she know just how much she was beginning to believe the ruse. if she wasn't so believing would she be in this situation right now? maggie was feeling things she knew she shouldn't be feeling, but she just couldn't help herself. it had been a long time since she'd felt something so strong. the last time was a childhood love that had happened back in tijuana. it wasn't something that could last but it was fun and an experience in itself. still it didn't feel as raw and as real as this felt now. nothing outside of the pair of them seemed to matter. not the location, not the situation that had brought them to this place, the arguements, nothing. she didn't care that the floor was stained with god only knows what. she didn't care that this was some flea bit motel. she didn't care that their car was most likely still sitting in a ditch with all of her personal belongings. she didn't care that it was snowing, yeah she said snowing, outside nor that it was colder than she'd ever felt before. all that mattered was her body molded to his and a complete lack of concern about that little fact. maggie was happy right now. she didn't want to ruin it with words or with the nonessential things and right now their car and belongings felt pretty nonessential.
-----she couldn't help how drawn she was to him. it was like confessing broke down every barrier and now she just wanted him. so strange. only a minute or two ago she would have been likely to stab him and now? what's worse was the total one eighty had done nothing to her head. it was like going from hating him to having feelings for him was just like any other day. it was somethign she'd gotten so used to that it hardly phased her anymore when she transitioned from one feeling to the other. her lips grazed his skin, nipping gently at the flesh then soothing every little sting with a kiss. she chuckled momentarily as he spoke. well at least he sounded like he was enjoying it. they broke apart for a moment, long enough for maggie to look him over, before luca leaned in a kissed her once more. she fell forward as luca leaned back, her hands catching on the mattress behind him. she could swear that she felt his every breath with how close their bodies were plastered to one another. she didn't want to think of all the ways they fit together, or the many other ways they had yet to try. but the more she didn't try to think about that next step, the more she wanted to take it. this was definitely a dangerous situation and maggie was completely oblivious to it. all she cared about was what she felt right now and it was far too good to put the brakes to it now. she felt his knuckles brush her back as he gripped the clasp of her bra. she said nothing but inside her head she was screaming for him to do it. she'd never felt something so powerful before. right when she was about to lose herself completely, maggie felt luca go absolutely still. she groaned, pressing into her palms as she sat up slightly, luca's hands still gripping her bra. "you should really not think more often." she said breathlessly using a hand to flip her hair out of her face. "luca, it's up to you. you sound like you're saying no but this," maggie said with a smirk, giving a little wiggle. the this in question she had become acutely aware of. apparently he was aware of her as well. "this tells me you want it."
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Post by Luca Giovanni on Jul 29, 2010 9:29:09 GMT -6
----IT WAS HARD TO THINK. hard to concentrate. hard to remember where exactly he was and why. but those thoughts usually don't come to mind when a beautiful girl was pressed on top of you. extremely hard when her lips were brushing against yours. despite the fact that luca was the tough soldier in his uncle's army. he was the tough as nails giovanni with the angel face and the kind of guy that punched first and ask questions later. but even he could falter in judgment when the half naked form of maggie was molded to his skin. in this moment, there was never a phrase of having too much. the kissing was good. it felt natural and not forced. even if he was only focused on the way the were kissing, he still felt her hands on him, leaving red-hot trails along his skin. how many guys would actually kill to be in his position? luca didn't even appreciate this yet, he really didn't know how lucky he was. he was getting there. the more they were out in the public eye, made others think that they were theirs. it was kind of strange though. had he even asked her if she had a boyfriend? she had known he was single with a maybe ex-girlfriend that definitely became an ex. but even luca knew to disobey his uncle's orders. if london and he had been dating again and this marriage thing came about like it had, luca would have known better than to continue seeing london. the question was, did maggie know that? he didn't know the sharp wave of anger was that rippled through his body. just thought of her seeing someone else was technically being engaged to him pissed him off a little. this engagement was temporary, though. or, at least hopefully temporary to them. but still, a little courtesy would be nice.
dear, god. was luca jealous?
that was probably a contributing factor in the reason he just stopped. he still was fighting tooth and nail the feelings he was trying to deny. as good as it felt, it still wasn't exactly right. yeah sure, they were technically engaged and what they were doing was what couples did when they were engaged, but maggie and luca were being forced to marry. that, and, they were partners. having feelings for your partner never ended well. there was a reason why the women in the giovanni family contributed little to the business. reasons like this. you stopped thinking like a soldier and started making decision with the best interest in the person you cared about who was standing right next to you. luca didn't know why all of this suddenly changed. as far as luca knew, this had been some unwritten rule in the giovanni clan forever. why did fausto so suddenly change it? especially on him? fausto's favorite nephew. was it a challenge? see if he really could handle anything? the way things were going, luca was suppose to be the underboss when fausto stepped down/got killed/went to prison, etc. was he trying to see if luca had the chops to be alberto jr.'s second? everything. everything luca did somehow resulted back to his family.
luca heard maggie groan right when he stopped. luca did have a habit of stopping things when they were getting good, didn't he? well, sorry for being the one with a brain here. who knows where the two would be if he hadn't stopped. probably two steps past trouble is what he was going to guess. he looked up at maggie as she pulled her hair out of her face. she told him he should stop thinking. he had stopped thinking, and that's what always got them in these situations. it was when he came back to reality and assessed the situation was when it became the problem. oh, how he wish he could turn of the part in his brain that flushed away all the logic. he sighed, his chest rising and falling as maggie told him exactly what he was feeling. he was saying no, but goddamn, he did want her. a lot. "i do. i mean - i don't." he fumbled over his words, not really caring how easily it was for her to see he was lying. his hands were still around her back, hanging on to the bra. it still was just a matter of him pushing the hooks off and they could be going back to... whatever was suppose to happen next. so, she wanted it too then? he was relieved he wasn't the only one that wanted everything.
he watched her as she waited for him to make the next move since he was still hanging on to her bra. he was waiting too long because the logic and reasoning hit him in full force. he let go of her, but placed both hands on her sides. he sighed. fuck you, brain. "i meant to say, i won't," he told her and gently pushed her off of him and back onto her own side of the bed. however, luca didn't stay on his side. he kept moving to the edge of the bed and got up. "i knew this was going to be a bad idea." he said mostly to himself, but loud enough for her to hear. he should have known from the snow. they shouldn't have left. they could be back in the los angeles giovanni home and sleeping in separate rooms. despite the fact that luca was ready to shoot that damn truck driver, he should have insisted they drive back to valkyrie. he should have known something would happen when the pizza face clerk boy at the front desk told them all they had was a queen left. luca should have been the adult and just slept on the floor or something. he could excuse the making out on the couch for that was based on drunkness, but this had no excuse. this was two people knowing exactly what they wanted as if it was clear as day.
walking over to the vent he picked up his t-shirt. it was still only slightly damp but he didn't care, he pulled it over his head and down his body. he scratched his head as he went over to the chair by the table. he should have done this right away. pulling his jeans off of it, he tossed them on the table. "i'll just sleep here," he said to her. he was silent as he re-situated himself and kicked his feet up on the table to provide a semi-comfortable position. he rubbed his face. he wasn't tired but felt like he was. he really couldn't stop thinking about what just happened. "maggie?" he asked her and even in the dark he could see the outline of her some feet away. "there's no going back after that, is there?"
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Aug 4, 2010 22:25:09 GMT -6
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, HIGHWAY, DECEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----luca had a way of making everything difficult. he had been that way from the very beginning. even from the day they'd first met in paul's apartment luca had been causing her problems left and right. first there was just meeting him in general. there was the odd fascination. why was he there in that ratty apartment? what the fuck could he possible want? maggie couldn't deny that she'd been attracted to him right in that very moment. she had. one look and she could feel her salivary glands kicking into gear, her eyes wandering over his body as he had hers. there had been some sense of attraction there before luca had opened his mouth. yes she would be happy to admit that she'd had the hots for him for all of five seconds before the ass spoke. he was much hotter when he kept his mouth shut, a sentiment maggie was sure luca would say only about her. things had gone to hell pretty quickly after that. he'd thought maggie a resourceful hooker who could easily get her money from a man, then he'd assumed her to be a woman easy enough to steal money from. she was happy to have gotten the upper hand on him so soon after meeting him. first impressions and all. he may have thought her a hooker, buts he was a hooker he would have to watch out for. and that was one of the many ways that luca had first caused her problems. that whole morning at paul's had been one problem after another. him trying to kick her out, him trying to work her over for the money she'd worked so hard to get. if you thought about it, maggie had been pretty courteous for a criminal's daughter. the smart thing to do would have been to toss her knives in his direction as opposed to trying to scare him with them. had she just embedded them in his back and killed him, she wouldn't be dealing with the fallout now. she would have killed a giovanni and she wouldn't be holed up in a shoddy motel room, making out with him now. oh if only she could go back in time.
-----but the problems didn't end there. oh no of course not. then come to find out the very next day that the same man she'd had to beat down for her cash was the man she would be partnered up with. she was supposed to work with this big lug who'd thought her nothing more than a hooker. the man she easily could have killed because he'd turned his back on her. why oh why hadn't she just killed him back before she didn't know who he was. she could claim it was mistaken identity or something right? she'd only have the entire giovanni clan on her ass for killing fausto's favorite nephew. no biggie. but all of these issues couldn't really be pegged to either luca or maggie. in all truth they were merely the toys for their elders to play with. juan corinthos had a sick vendetta against the daughter who he needed but was also smarter than him. he hated that a minor had gotten the upper hand on himself, that in all reality he wasn't made out to be a criminal. had it not been for his ruthlessness juan would never have been a criminal. if he'd been born with a conscience, he never would have been able to pull off the moves that he had. juan corinthos was the dirtiest of dirty criminals. not because he was a mastermind, that much was obvious, but because he would do anything to get on top. usually that was not a bad thing. you liked a guy who would do anything to get a job done, would sacrifice absolutely anything or anyone to achieve a goal, but juan corinthos had no qualms about anything he did. he would sent out a group of twenty of his soldiers for a job, not caring whether or not any of them came back. he would make a deal with a competing drug cartel and use that intel to hand of to the federales who would then legally take out his opponent. he was a dirty criminal. he worked with either side of the law because he could. giving the federales information usually gave him immunity and took out the competition all in one fell swoop. had it not been for the giovanni's power, their sheer will to intimidate, and his daughter's smarts, juan would have already tried for a takeover. stupid wasn't it not?
-----her father wasn't the kind of man to ever be trusted and the worst part was that maggie had no clue what was coming next. she wasn't sure whether he'd be making moves for the giovanni territory, whether he was legitimately working with them to rid himself of his daughter, or if he was planning on something else she wasn't even aware of. she knew he wanted her dead. there were no ifs ands or buts about that little nugget. all maggie could be sure about was that juan wanted her gone. everything else? well she didn't know. usually when it came to one of juan's plans maggie was in on it. she was in the house, the had his soldiers under her thumb, and she could find out whatever he had planned. you see because she was the one calling the shots, maggie could be the one to get a soldier killed. because they knew that and feared her more than juan corinthos himself, they tended to help her when she needed or when they thought it best for her safety. maggie had a decent relationship with her father's henchmen. an understanding of sorts. they knew that she was the brains behind the operation and though juan was one they appeared to work for, it was maggie who held all the cards. it seemed as though juan was beginning to understand that because since the moment she'd come to valkyrie, her updates from tijuana had quickly tapered off. it was one of just a few reasons why maggie wasn't sure what was happening next. did she like it? no. did she had any other choice than to rely on the giovanni's? not likely. it seemed like she was becoming forced to rely on the group that may very well be the one set out to kill her. wasn't that just a tangled mess. but did she have much of a choice? luca liked to talk about the giovanni's being like her back up, almost like a real family. was that even possible? and if so, if this "operation: break the engagement" really worked, would that same idea still hold value? probably not. in fact, doubt it.
-----when push came to shove maggie was skeptical. did she really want to trust these people and have her last breathing moments be one where she's being stabbed in the back? maggie wasn't a fan of the idea. in fact she wasn't too fond of the idea that she might not be breathing again some time soon. to fear your father...heh. some people never would think it possible for a father to hate a child so much as to want them dead. "not possible" they would say, "that's ridiculous" others would retort. well one glance at the look juan corinthos gives his daughter on a daily basis would quiet those people quick as a flash. maggie was as good as dead and she knew it. she needed a miracle...she just hadn't found it yet. was her miracle the guy who was at this very moment, hoisting her to the other side of the bed as to put distance between them? it seemed unlikely, but hey, maggie had seen worse things happen. now that she didn't completely hate luca she wasn't so opposed to the idea that maybe this could turn out to be something good. one of them had to have hope right? maggie listened with a confused expression on her face as luca struggled to find the right words. so he didn't...what? want her? why did the idea of such a thing both ring as completely untrue and yet hurt so much. maggie knew she shouldn't be feeling anything but now it was out in the open. they both liked one another, they both wanted something to happen, so why couldn't it? what in the hell was holding him back? "don't, won't at this point they're both the same." maggie said with an underlying frustration to her tone as luca hopped off the bed and clothed himself in whatever he could find. what the hell ever. be that way. then she heard him talking about how bad of an idea this all was. maggie couldn't help her face from getting red and the anger to boil up once again. "yeah well you know what, your stubborn ass felt like driving home this afternoon so you've got no one to blame for this situation but yourself."
-----she hiked the knife out of the wall and stuffed it back somewhere out of luca's sight. he made his way to the table at the far side of the room, a little over dramatic if you asked her, and maggie sufficed to turn away from him yet again. "don't be ridiculous. sleep in the damn bed. besides, there's no way i would touch you again after that." she grumbled, nestling her head against the pillow and curling into a little ball. it was definitely less rigid than before, but that cold chill had come back to the room and maggie didn't want to acknowledge it. she heard him speak and let the words kind of fall into the silence as she thought it over. "probably not." she said to the wall that lay only a foot and a half away from her, the fading wallpaper hardly visible in the darkness, "but it's better than hating each other isn't it?" it may have come across as a question but at this point her words were more rhetorical than anything. but maybe, just maybe, luca had the kind of answer she needed.
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