Other Fan Fiction ❯ Littorio innamorata ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The Paris of South America, as the porteños liked to call their beloved home, was one of the few cities that could give Naples a run for its money. Not that Littorio would ever admit that.

Buenos Aires, the city of fair winds. The Queen of El Plata. Arguably the most European city in the Americas. The jewel of Argentina and the shadow hanging over the rest of the country. Cosmopolitan like the Mediterranean but with the grit and tenacity of the frontier town it started out as.

A pleasant place for a shore leave, and, though it would get them in hot water with the brass, a perfect backdrop for a tryst. But she liked her danger. The thrill of conquest far outweighed any possible risk. And her man was a man of daring. Perfect, in her mind.

A dancehall in Palermo was the stage for the affair. Sensual beats and rhythms from the interior and the coast set the tone. Forget Gardel; the almost risque tango would be the dance tonight.

"Mm. Who would've thought a rugged Corso could do the tango so well~?" Littorio purred and giggled. "It's enough to make my heart race, and I, Littorio, do not allow just anyone to do that."

"Oh, so because I'm a 'rough' Corsican, that means I can't be cultured?" the Commander raised an eyebrow, yet they didn't pause even one bit. "I'll have you know that I was born in the same place Napoleon came from. Are you saying the Emperor was a savage, Littorio?"

"My, the Austrians would have thought so!" Littorio giggled once more. "But no, caro mio, I'm only teasing. Besides, you have proven me wrong. You're an excellent dancer. Where did you learn to dance like this? Or are you going to say that it's a family secret?"

"I'd say it's the latter, purely just to keep you wondering," the Commander gave a sly smile, and she gave her own, a coquettish one, a finger trailing down the lapel of the man's jacket.

The beat of the music picked up, pulsing the blood faster, the two bodies swaying closer together.

"Oh, is that so? You really think that I, Littorio, cannot get that little secret out of you?" the battleship whispered, her voice a low, sultry growl like a lioness on the prowl. "That little secret...and more?"

"Careful now, Littorio—or you'll find things you don't want to see."

The Commander was thankful for the cologne because the sweat was pouring down in the heat of the moment and not just from the exertion. Littorio was no better, the beads glistening like jewels as they trickled down places she wanted him to see and perhaps even touch. That was the reason she picked the dress, after all. Not just for ease of movement, certainly.

"Littorio is a daring woman, Commander. You should know that by now."

She pressed closer to him, the heat of the dance hall becoming a furnace, enough that her cheeks became rose-red. She could feel the Commander's tension, how his muscles were straining. Not wanting to give up and yet not wanting to take advantage. How quaint and honorable, she mused. How...charming.

"...Daring, eh? I wonder, are you as daring as this?"

The Commander spun her around and dipped her. It took her by surprise, and her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. But no, she wouldn't let herself become undone like this. She, Littorio, had to return the favor.

And so she did, with her own spin, catching the Commander off guard and giving him a taste of his own medicine. Their faces were only inches apart, like lovers. Their lips were nearly touching, like lovers. They could even smell the wine on each other's breaths, like lovers.

"It takes two to tango, and two can play at that game," the Glory of Naples whispered.

One last smirk, and she claimed her prize.

"Mmph!"

The Commander made token resistance, but it was half-hearted at best and only due to surprise. Littorio took full advantage of his distraction and slipped her tongue inside, swirling around in the sweet, wet heat, taking in all the taste and flavor.

Only remembering where they were kept it from going further and longer. She pulled back and gave a long, lingering lick over his lips.

"Mm. Better than the finest vintage. And a thousand times more intoxicating."

She relished in the taste and the feeling of victory. The Commander quickly snapped out of his daze and she knew despite getting the best of him now, her conquest was not yet over. And she was yet to have her fill. So she looked back at the Commander, the languid gaze silently challenging him to make his move, or her to make hers.

He let out a laugh as he stood them back up, only for him to spin her around again, making her gasp in surprise and her spine tingle before pulling her back into him. He leaned in, and she felt his hot breath tickle her ear, his body stiffing.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think we're really just engaging in a friendly dance."

"Well, aren't we?" she replied in the most innocent voice she could muster.

"Then I'd say you are a good dancer," he whispered back. "And a good actress."

The music reached its crescendo, the pace faster, the tempo more frantic, the passion mounting. Twirling, twisting, turning. Hips swayed, muscles rippled, and beads of sweat flew as the other pairs parted as if making way for a duel, and indeed it was. The battle was heating up, and both competitors were ready to go in for the kill.

The Commander dipped her one final time, holding her there as the music came to an end.

They stood and panted, both breathing heavily.

"My, my. Looks like you got the last word in," Littorio sighed. "Or the last dance. Whichever suits you."

"But you're no slouch yourself. I'll be feeling that for a while."

"That was the idea."

With the dance over and the heat in the room dying down, Littorio could look around. A crowd had gathered to watch them throwing shapes, murmuring, chuckling, clapping. The Commander noticed as well.

"Looks like we made quite the scene."

"Oh, but of course. For Littorio to get all the eyes on her is what she lives for. It's just what she deserves."

"Yeah, keep bragging like that; don't blame me if your head bursts from all the hot air," the Commander said, grinning when she gave a huff. "Perhaps we could go somewhere less...crowded? To cool off."

"Mmm. Now there's an idea."

Littorio took the lead, pulling the Commander along and away from the dance hall. Even late, Palermo was a busy place, and they had to weave around people who were out and about. Some were clearly on a mission to get drunk. Some were out there for a romantic evening. Maybe.

The bohemian atmosphere of this part of town was charming and lively yet still a touch scandalous. There was a sense of freedom and wild energy that reminded her of those decadent nights in Calabria and Campania. She knew that she could get away with much, and that was always thrilling.

And she wanted to get away with a lot more tonight.

But the Commander had other plans and led her into an upscale bar, the kind frequented by high society and diplomats. It was not exactly the place she expected, but then again, he was full of surprises.

"So, is there a reason you decided to stop here?"

"What can I say? I want to have more Torrontés right from the source. And while we're at it, the Malbec, too. Can't get them easily in the Mediterranean."

"Ah, yes. There's always something to enjoy in this beautiful, diverse country. And you have an excellent choice of wine. Though, I do wonder..."

She leaned over, the fabric of her dress clinging to her body and exposing just a bit more of her generous cleavage, enough for the Commander's eyes to wander. She licked her lips and whispered.

"Which one will you indulge in more in the end? Me, or the wine? I can't wait to see how you'll react, knowing which one you'll have."

The Commander smiled, and her heart beat a little faster.

"We'll see."

(-)

The streets were hazy, and the buildings blurred.

But the passion was more clear than anything.

They stumbled out of the bar and into the alley next to it, a dark spot between the bright lights and bustle. Littorio felt the hard brick wall against her back, the cold surface almost freezing, and the contrast of the warm, strong body pressing against her front. A hand had snaked down the side of her dress, and she felt it squeeze her rear. The other cupped the back of her head, fingers running through her hair, pulling her close.

Their lips met, the heat burning hotter than any summer in the Americas, and tongues clashed in dance even more carnal and raunchier than any tango. The scent and lingering taste of Torrontés mixed with Malbec, a bit of sweat, and some other flavors. Spicy and sweet and maddening.

She'd kissed both men and women before, but this was different. Not just a release of pent-up desires or a passing fancy. No, no, this person before her was someone she wanted to make her own. And she wanted to belong to him.

Not that she'd show that so easily. Her pride wouldn't allow her to be taken just like that. He still had to prove himself—that he could claim her and had the right and the ability.

So she pushed back, her hands no longer idle as they groped the toned ass, feeling the hard muscle under the pants. Not quite as squeezable as her own, she'd begrudgingly admit, but the act drew a reaction nonetheless, and quite a pleasing one, too.

"Mngh," the Commander moaned, which was quickly silenced as she swallowed it up with another kiss, the heat burning more intensely. Another hand moved to feel the hardness poking her through his pants, straining and throbbing, all while his hips rolled into hers. His own hands were still roaming, and she could feel his touch moving from her back to her belly, feeling the fingers slipping through the gaps and gliding along her smooth skin.

He overpowered her kiss and pulled away, and her eyes could barely make out his smirk before he captured her neck and nibbled on it and further down to her collarbone, sending a thrill down her spine, forcing her to let go of his ass. His fingers, meanwhile, moved higher, and she realized his intention.

"Mmh!"

She bit her lip, cheeks flushing as his fingers moved to the underside of her breasts. It wasn't enough for him. She knew, and she wanted him to go on, but her pride, her damned pride!

Dancing and teasing around the oh-so-very sensitive, hardening nubs. It was torture, a sweet, sweet torture that only hurt her ego. No, she could still fight back.

The groan, almost a growl, that the Commander let out was a reward enough as her hand stroked the tent in his pants once more. Harder and harder, feeling the shape and size, and, oh, was it big. But, again, he was not letting her have the upper hand.

This was her chance to get back at him before he'd inevitably strip her bare and claim her. She frantically reached for the zipper of his pants and tugged it down, and the Commander paused as he realized her intention. He was not stopping her, and that somehow irked her even more. But whatever, she still had cards to play.

The pants dropped with ease like a snake shedding its skin. And speaking of snakes, a certain one had sprung out, and it was as impressive as she'd imagined.

"Oh my, someone's excited~," she cooed. She wasted no time stroking the bulging shaft, thick like an oak tree, veins pulsing like the blood of a warrior. And it was all hers, all for her.

"Ngh....!"

Music to her ears. Her eyes lit up with glee as the Commander's breath hitched, and a low hiss escaped his lips, his fondling fingers faltering and giving her room to breathe. Now, she could truly show her strength and her worth, and if she played her cards right, she would win this little competition.

Radiating heat, throbbing and pulsating with life and vigor and warm blood. Truly, it could only belong to a Corso. She had to have it.

Her fingers deftly moved across the length, her fingers soiled by the dripping precum, and she couldn't help but give an experimental lick. Tasted better than anything the bar served.

All the while, he continued to be at her mercy, groaning and moaning and gasping, and she wondered for a time if he'd never been with a woman before despite all his charm. Perhaps a bit of a virgin, then?

Whatever the case, he'd not seen everything yet. Her lips kissed the tip, her tongue licking it, lapping up the delicious taste. All the while, she caressed the hanging sac below, feeling the testicles pulse. Their turn will come.

More adorable noises, mixing with the life of the streets, filled her ears. He was at her mercy. Hers and hers alone.

His hands were now on the sides of her head, but he didn't push or pull. She caught a glimpse of a flushed, strained face, a smile that was...oddly soft, which made the lust burning in his eyes look even more intense.

But he wasn't begging. He was letting her go on at her own pace. Letting her decide when to give him what he wanted.

She didn't know how to feel about it. It was like winning and losing at the same time.

But that smile had made her heart skip a beat, and she knew why. Nobody had ever looked at her like that before. Like she was more than the Glory of Naples. Like she was something else, someone...

...No, her pride would not let her finish that thought.

She took in more of the length, the musky smell filling her nose, the salty taste, and the sensation of the smooth flesh and hard muscle sending shivers down her spine.

She could tell the Commander was reaching his limit. His breathing became heavier and louder, his body stiffened, and she could feel the veins pumping with even greater intensity.

"A-Ah! Littorio!"

Yes, that was her name. It felt so good hearing him utter it like it was a prayer. And she was the deity.

. She sucked in harder, faster, taking more and more, wanting to have it all inside her.

"I'm cumming...! I-I'm—!"

Warmth rushed through her throat, a creamy, sticky flavor, and the Commander's voice rang out loud, his hips thrusting and pushing his cock deeper.

She wasn't able to swallow it all, much to her chagrin, as she had to pull out for air, getting some of the cum all over her face. Still, she didn't let them go to waste, licking what had splattered onto her lips.

He leaned on the wall, shirt drenched...just like her panties. She could see his muscles glistening and rippling, and his eyes...she could see the lust still smoldering and his manhood still wanting.

"My, you sure came a lot."

"There's...more where that came from."

He stood upright and, with a flourish that betrayed the fact he'd just come, pulled her up and kissed her before spinning her and pinning her against the wall, stroking her hair, cupping her chin. She felt him lean in closer and his breath on her neck. It was as gentle as it was intimate, and a feeling unlike anything else was bubbling and sizzling and boiling within her.

"You know, I really like your hair."

"Eh? Is that the only thing you like about me?"

"One of many things. I may be someone who often hides their feelings behind, say, a witty mask, but that doesn't mean I can't be honest. Well, this...is not exactly the most appropriate time for a heartfelt confession, so..."

Another deep kiss. Her cheeks flushed, and her body tingled as his hands made their way to the thin straps of her dress. He pulled them off, exposing her chest, and, for a moment, he paused.

"Right now...let's just say I want you. All of you. You've had your fun, and now it's my turn. If you'll have me, that is."

Even so, he still had the audacity to ask, to give her a choice. That smile of his was...infuriatingly charming. Were it another person asking such permission, she'd have laughed. But coming from him, and knowing he meant every word...

She was falling, wasn't it? All that triumph was all for naught.

She was annoyed, she was excited, she was happy. What would happen next? She didn't know, but she'd find out soon.

"You better...make it worth my while, Commander," she murmured.

"You have my word."

He pulled down, exposing the full, firm, round breasts. Lush like a forest, topped with pink peaks that were hard like diamonds. He paused to lean in and suck on one, a hand cupping and squeezing the other, touching and pinching the sensitive nub.

She wasn't a stranger to having her tits sucked. Some of her past partners had shown skill, while some others were not as experienced. He wasn't the most skilled, but...the warm mouth around her nipple, the hot breath, the rough tongue, and the gentle lips felt different. Something else, not just passion, was in the mix, and her breath hitched as his teeth lightly grazed the skin.

The cool night had nothing on the heat that burned within her and him. Lightness filled her mind, and her knees nearly buckled, but he kept her pinned, and her hands clutched at his shirt.

A wet popping sound, and she could see a string of saliva connecting her nipple to his lips. The bud was glistening and throbbing, and the Commander's hand continued to grope the mound.

"Wonderful," he gasped. "I can't get enough of these."

"You...you're a pervert, Commander."

"I don't want to hear that from you. You've fooled around more than I have."

"It's the truth, caro mio. Why, few could resi—resi...oh!"

"Resist the Glory of Naples, huh?"

He leaned in, his voice a whisper, his hand still toying with her breast, his finger running around her areola.

"Hnggh...mmph...It's...the truth," she managed to stammer.

"Now...I wonder if I could be the...one. The one worthy to end your quest."

He left one last squeeze before trailing down and slipping the dress off, leaving her only in her soaked lace panties.

"Do you...do you think you are, Commander?"

"Only one way to find out—though, seeing how you didn't resist, I think you've already given up."

No, no, she could at least retort and have the last word if only his fingers had not slipped behind the feeble fabric and plunged into her folds while his thumb circled the bundle of nerves that left her bucking her hips and grinding against him.

"O-Oh...ahhh...!"

Was she this sensitive, or was it because he was doing this? It always took a long while to reach the point where she'd be dripping. But not tonight, no, no. No, she must not beg. She had her pride.

But her moans probably were enough to signal her weakness, and the Commander chuckled, the bastard. She eventually came undone

"Cazzo!"

She was never that loud...ever. And she could see her juices spurt out, staining the panties even more, practically making them even more transparent than before.

He brought that damned hand to her face as if wanting to show her how much he'd made her cum. The coarse digits were dripping, and she could see her essence dribble down, the smell of it filling her nose.

"Someone's desperate," he teased, and she felt a flash of irritation, but only until he leaned in and kissed her, the sweet taste and his tongue quickly wiping it away.

"I'm just as desperate as you are...Littorio," he whispered. "Desperate for you. Do you know how beautiful you are? How stunning, how radiant, how alluring you are? It's a miracle that no one's ever taken you yet."

"They...they didn't have what it takes, those fools," she breathed.

"Well then, I hope you would find me different."

With that, he pulled the panties down, leaving her heels, and lifted her up, her back pressing against the wall and her legs wrapping around his waist. His hands cupped her ass, and her fingers clung onto his shoulders.

"Do you...do you want me, Commander?"

"I do."

"Then prove it."

Their lips locked together in a heated, searing kiss as she felt the tip prodding against her entrance, and in one, fluid motion, he pushed himself inside her, and the both of them groaned and cried out as their hips met and his girth parted her walls.

Hot and full of life. That was the most eloquent description she could muster in her mind, addled by the alcohol and the lust. He pushed deeper with every grunt and thrust, and she was glad to hear that he was not silent, either. In fact, he let her know everything he felt, and it made her heart beat faster.

But he was no savage brute, despite the unrestrained, unfiltered expressions of carnal desire. His movements were deliberate but no less passionate, and he'd at times make sure she was enjoying it. Not from a lack of confidence or faith, far from it. It was because...

No, she'd not finish that thought.

She had been a woman who'd been with a wide range of partners, from the most sophisticated to the most barbaric. This one, though, was...

"Faster...!"

She'd begged. She'd never begged. Ever.

Until now.

Fall, fall, fall. She was falling.

"Harder, faster, please!"

He obliged and cupped her rear tighter, slamming against her again and again, hitting every spot and rubbing every inch, and she loved it, every single second of it.

And her moans were growing so loud that it'd be no coincidence if someone heard. Probably even caught them in the act. She didn't care. She'd not stop.

"Amazing...Littorio, you're amazing...Ngh...I'm...I'm..."

She could tell he was getting close. So was she.

Curses and moans mixed together, and he leaned in, their foreheads touching. The scent of Torrontés and Malbec lingered, and she felt something else, something more...intimate.

Then it came, the gushing and the warmth. A final groan and thrust, and his seed erupted, shooting into her and filling her depths.

"Ahh...!"

The cry she let out was the loudest, the lewdest. She had finally fallen.

He left one final thrust before pulling out, and she felt her juices trickle down her thighs and his semen flow out.

He held her and gently eased her down. His shirt was a mess, but he didn't seem to mind, not that she did. Her mind was a tornado of thoughts, emotions, and desires.

"Littorio."

She snapped back to reality and turned to him. His expression was soft and his smile...so, so warm, as he drew her close.

"That was...incredible. You're incredible."

"I, um, thank you," she murmured. "I didn't...expect to enjoy it this much."

"You did, then. That's great to know."

They stood there in silence, letting the cool air wash over them, and she could feel the stickiness between her legs and her breasts.

She didn't want this night to end just yet. Being treasured, for the first time in a long while, had stirred much within her.

No, the heat was still burning, but this time, it was fueled by something else. Something much, much more profound.

"So, what now, Littorio?"

She looked down, pleased at the fact that he was still hard. And that his gaze was fixated on her breasts. She reached for his shirt and began unbuttoning.

"You said...there's more where that came from. Right, caro mio? Show me how much of a Corso you are..and how much you want me."

"I thought you'd never ask."

It was her turn to nibble all over his skin and lick the sweat, tasting the salt, leaving marks on his body. All the while, he caressed her hair and ran his hands along her body, his throbbing and leaking manhood poking her belly,

Soon, he had her bent over, hands pressing against the wall, feeling up her curves and her hips. She was impatient, but the loving touch wasn't so bad.

"Alright...here I go."

He sheathed himself inside her once more, and the heat rose again; this time, the pace was fast from the start, and the thrusts were strong.

"Ahhh!"

Her voice rang out; her eyes widened, and her heart raced as she got railed and groped and caressed, a primal dance to the tune of pleasured screams that lasted for hours.

(-)

"Ugh..."

Her head was pounding, and the morning light streaming through the window was far too bright. Littorio sat up and rubbed her forehead.

Was it a hangover or just a lack of sleep? She didn't think they had too much to drink. It didn't matter because they did it.

The previous night's activities were coming back, piece by piece.

They really did the deed. And not even in this bed. No, even more adventurous. They did it against the wall in the alley behind the bar, barely managing to get back to the hotel without attracting attention and questions, staggering up the stairs, and then promptly collapsing onto the mattress.

She glanced at the Commander, lying beside her and snoring, still in the clothes from last night, only much, much more wrinkled.

The taste of the wine exchanged in the flurry of kisses and the feel of him inside her made her blush. But then, so did the thought of what happened last night, the thrill of the hunt and the thrill of the victory.

Were they in a proper bed, she would love to bask in the afterglow. But even the thrill had not quite dulled her common sense. Stay there, and they would likely be found. And that would not bode well for them.

Her dress, left disheveled in the rush to get dressed and the need for sleep, had slipped down a little, the straps hanging on her shoulders. She adjusted them and reminisced about how the pair of hands deftly pulled it down the first time, leaving her in nothing but her black panties and heels and the cool night air caressing her bare skin.

A glance to the side and she could see the marks from all the biting and the sucking left in all the places they had explored. She would have to be careful later, but oh, it was worth it. The dress, though, would not be worn for a while.

Looking at the clock, she noticed they had a few hours before they needed to meet the rest. Looking down at her body, she decided a shower was definitely needed. It was pleasing to be so covered in love, but not practical.

As she got up and slipped the dress down, the Commander stirred and rolled over, eyes slowly opening.

"Mmm. Hey."

"Buongiorno, caro mio," she said, sitting back down and caressing his cheek.

"...Buongiorno. Last night...we actually did it."

"We did, and it was glorious."

"Yeah, it was," the Commander smiled, reaching up and tracing his fingers over the mark he left on her collarbone. She herself had left many of her own on him, the proof of her conquest. "Taking a shower?"

"Well, we've had an eventful night. We're both sticky and smelly, and a bath is just the thing to cure that."

"Yeah. Well, since you are already naked, do you want to go first? I'm still a little groggy."

"Tsk, what a shame. I was hoping that you'd join me," she winked and brushed a lock of hair from her face.

"...Something tells me that if I did, we'd probably spend longer than necessary in the bathroom," the Commander said, chuckling and shaking his head. I'll wait for you."

Her countenance softened, which was so rare, like the blue moon, and she leaned over, her hair cascading down like a curtain and blocking out the light. Her lips touched his cheek in a quick, chaste kiss before she hurried to the bathroom.

The Commander, left alone, smiled and laid his head back.

It was this kiss that reminded him of the moment, the real reason they did it.

She might have been a tease, a shameless flirt, an outright sinner. But beneath that, she was a woman with a tender heart and a passionate soul.

She might have framed the tryst as a conquest, a duel, a battle. And there was some truth to that. But the underlying reason, the one she couldn't quite admit, was that she wanted to know how he truly felt. At least, that was what he thought.

A maiden in love.

Who would've ever thought of seeing her as that?

Even he didn't at first, thinking it was only an infatuation.

That he was the one who fell first.

"But I think we've fallen together."

Maybe she would say the same thing.

Maybe she wouldn't.

She finished up, the bathroom door opening with a cloud of steam and a fresh, clean Littorio. Her hair was damp and clinging to her, a towel wrapped around her.

"All yours, caro mio," she purred and gave him a smile.

"Grazie. I won't take long."

"Mmm. I'd certainly hope so. Don't keep me waiting," she sauntered to her luggage, dropping the towel and bent down to get a change of clothes.

The Commander couldn't help but look, and his cheeks flushed.

"Oh, don't look so shy, not when I've seen all of you, and vice versa," she turned and winked. "Besides, what's the harm in indulging?"

"...Right. Oh, by the way..."

He paused at the door, turning and looking back at her, smiling.

"Ti amo, Littorio."

She looked adorable when she blushed like that. Not many things could, but those words were a rare thing. And yet, she recovered quickly.

"Oh...oh, you...you smooth talker, you! Buuuut...ti amo anch'io."

The Commander laughed and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Amore, Amore," she said to herself, sighing. "What a lovely word. And what a lovely feeling."

She hummed and put on her clothes for the day.

So that was how he felt, was it? He loved her as much as she did.

It wasn't just a passing fancy.

"Amore..."

She threw herself down onto the bed, smiling to herself.

"Amore."

She is Littorio.

She could have anyone.

They would adore her, worship her, love her.

Like a sun surrounded by planets, their orbit would revolve around her.

How the mighty had fallen!

The great Littorio had fallen in love.

Never did she imagine that such a thing would happen.

Now, she couldn't imagine a world without it.

She had never loved before.

Now she could.

That storied, celebrated, unfathomable, maddening, tormentous emotion, now her own.

The Commander returned, all dressed up, and she looked up.

"Are you going back to sleep now?" He inquired.

"Hmm...no. Just lost in thought," she replied, sitting up.

"About me, I hope," the Commander teased, earning a soft, gentle swat to the shoulder.

"Don't push it," she warned, though her voice had none of its usual sharpness, and her gaze had none of its usual intensity.

"I'm a lucky man, nevertheless. Well, then, shall we go before we miss the roll call?"

"No, not yet," she said, getting up and taking his hands in hers. "First, a little something."

"Another kiss?"

"Of course. What else?"

So she leaned in and did just that.

"You're the best, Littorio."

"But of course, amore mio. But of course."