Gangland: Carlos and Dee Dee

He nodded, "My home has long been waiting for someone to make it a home. Please, fill the rooms any way you see fit, it would make me more than happy."

He had never bothered, being to busy with Jax, to finish the house.

Dee Dee shrugged, "I mean, you have quite a few empty rooms. Do you want all of them to be guest rooms?"

He was thoughtful for a moment, "They don't have to all be guest rooms. I trust you to make them into what they were meant to be. You should make one into an office for yourself."

He reached across the table and held her hand.

Dee Dee's feet ached by the time they got home. She pulled off her heels and undressed down to her under cami and bloomers, hot from the summer night. Pinning up her hair as she walked, she made her way to the sun room. With her instructions, Bobby had hung the paintings, placed the new rug and furniture and her black grand piano. Dee Dee sat down at the bench and lovingly caressed the keys. She felt like she finally lucked out with her life; like she was worth more than monetary value.

Juice sat on the piano bench and looked up at her," Play for me?"
it soothed him whenever she played at Jax's. It soothed the rawness he hid inside.

Dee Dee flipped open her sheet music and selected her favorite, Moonlight Sonata. She had been playing since she was five and had mastered it fairly well though she cared not to see it that way.

Dee Dee played without looking too much at the sheet music; knowing the sonata well.

Closing his eyes he swayed some to the music, it definitely soothed the beast. The life left him feeling, at times, as though he had no soul left to lose. The boys needed him, though so he stuck it out. He opened his eyes and watch her ring glitter as her slender fingers coaxed the song out of the piano. He rest his head on her shoulder while she played.

Dee Dee finished a few minutes later. She kissed his forehead gently as she held his left hand, playing with his wedding band. She remained silent for a few moments until she found the nerve to speak, "I never allowed myself the luxury of thinking I'd meet a man that loved me for more that my physical attributes or for my family's power. I was used to being pawned off...I never would have dreamed I would be with a person that actually loved me."

Without moving, he softly spoke, "You deserve love. You have always been a bright beacon in the dark for me. You deserve so much more than what you've been given."

Dee Dee moved slightly to kiss his soft lips, "I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered against her ear.

Lifting her, he sat her on the piano and closed the key guard. Then, kissing her passionately, he laid her back onto the piano. His hands tangled in her hair as he trailed kisses down her neck and let his nose trace her jaw.

Dee Dee kissed him back with just as much passion. She curled her small fingers through his black onyx hair. Her cami slid against the slick piano guard. She finally wiggled out of it and tossed it on the floor.

In one swift motion he removed the rest of her clothes and took a moment to look at her in contrast the to black piano. He smiled as he placed kisses up her hip and across her bare stomach.

Dee Dee purred, clutching his hair at the base of his neck. Her breath escalated as he continued to lavish her with soft kisses.

He quickly relieve himself of his clothes and claimed her on the piano. He was slow and thorough with his movements. He wanted her to feel everything he did, every touch, every breath, every movement.

Dee Dee gasped against his lips. She rested her forehead against his own, wanting to be as close to him as possible; arms wrapped tightly around his neck and shoulders and her legs around his waist.

He moaned into her mouth as he kissed her. He never wanted to be close to any other women he had been with. They were just a way to waste time, but he needed it with Dee Dee. She was so purely good. He lavished kissed on her mouth as he picked up speed.

Dee Dee cried out into his mouth as she finally let go; pleasure and love washing over her in tidal waves.

They lay on top of the piano, cuddled close as the gentle breeze from an open window caressed them. He chuckled as he thought about his old made having to polish the pino in the morning.

Dee Dee looked at him quizzically, "What's so funny, husband?"

"Well, wife, I was just thinking about the maid who has to polish the piano," he smiled at her devilishly.

Dee Dee blushed, "I'll polish it before bed. Mrs. Cardeli shouldn't clean up our discretions.

He caressed her cheek, "I'll do it. You're right."

Dee Dee kissed his lips, "I got it. If you can lock the windows that'd help."

He nodded and made his way through the room locking windows.