Golden Strings
Disclaimer: I don't own JJBA. Sorry, I am not that much of a moe-blob to own it.
Summary: GiornoJolyne. Jolyne and friends are in Italy for three months. But when they meet Giorno, things may seem a little too intense for the two "Jojos".
Still on my writers block... Still sucks. And it doesn't help that my sister lost her baby on my birthday... Really sucks... And it feels a little weird writing that on THIS chapter... You'll see why pretty soon...
Ch 8
"Giorno…"I could hear somebody calling out.
I could hear them spout out a stream of words, but I just couldn't understand them exactly. I was too tiered to understand. I wanted to get some more sleep. Last night, I didn't have the chance. The flashbacks of last night still fresh in my mind.
I could almost envision it again. Giorno looking at me kindly as he kissed tenderly on my neck. I could remember almost every touch. How I wanted him to hold me tighter. How every time he did, it just wasn't tight enough. I felt as if he were turning to water. No mater how much I wanted to hold him, I felt like he was slipping from my grasps.
I could remember vividly his hips thrusting in tempo with mine. It was as if we were composing a master piece. With every low grunt and moan. It was the sounds of passion mixed with lust, and possibly, even for just that one night, a tint of love.
Even now, as I tried to ignore the voice, I could smell the aroma our night. And I wanted that voice to just leave me in peace to continue daydreaming of that night.
Suddenly, the owner of the voice slapped my butt. I let out a low groan of annoyance. I wanted to sleep a little longer, or at least be left a lone for a while longer.
"Abbiamo molto lavoro da fare, Giorno! (I)" the voice spoke before I felt the temperature drop.
I let out a hiss of defiance as I flipped myself over, stretching, but still keeping my head under the pillow. I knew that if they wanted to open the blinds, I wouldn't end up going blind.
I heard a lecherous giggle. What bothered me was how they were doing that giggle. It seemed to be the official laugh of a pervert. Many times I had heard Hermes snicker like that, and this snicker was almost identical.
That was when it hit me. Last night, Giorno and I had sex. I didn't have anything on at the moment. And the owner of the voice was now staring at me. Slowly, I peaked from the pillow to see Mista with a gawking expression. He looked as if he was a dirty old man. I let out a howl as I brought out Stonefree to punch him in the face.
Mista flew across the room as soon as I layed a hit on him. He crashed against a mirror, glass on him from the impact. I guess he didn't expect me to have a Stand. And while he was recovering from the shock, I quickly covered myself with the blankets.
Mista looked stunned at me for a moment, and I yelled for him to leave. I think he knew, because he left. But he was laughing like a crazy. And I groaned out irritated. I did not expect for this day to start off like this. I really didn't.
As soon as he was out, I closed the door and started looking for my clothes. And while I did so, I heard the door open.
"I swear to God you want me to ki-"I whirled to see Giorno.
He was wearing the same suit I saw him on the first day. The only difference with this suit was that it was blue, and not pink.
"Giorno!"I gasped.
"Good morning." Giorno smiled "I take it that you are angry this morning."
"Your friend Mista. I punched him." I smiled.
"He told me."
"He deserved it."
"I know."
I looked up at him while holding one article of my clothing. I guess Mista told him what had happened.
"He thought you were me." Giorno stated casually.
"Why?"
Slowly, he touched the back of my neck. He touched my birthmark slowly saying, "We have the same birthmark."
He continued to trace his finger on my star-shaped birthmark. I let out a low shudder as he did this. Then I realized what he had said. We had the same birthmark. The same star birthmark.
"It's even on the same spot."
I felt sick to my stomach suddenly. Giorno and I were related. We had sex last night. Giorno and I were related. He had a star-shaped birthmark just like mine on his neck. The same spot that I have mine. The sign of a Joestar. We were both Joestars by blood.
It didn't matter if he was a Joestar from his mother or father. We both were related somehow. I wanted to throw up. I was disgusted. How the hell could I ever look at him? For all I knew, he could be my long lost brother from an other mother. Dear God, with my luck he very well may be!
"Jolyne, what's the matter?" Giorno asked me.
"Get the hell away from me!" I yelled as I pushed him away.
He looked utterly confused at me. He wasn't sure what was going on with me. I wanted to die, right now. Somehow Giorno and I were related. That was the only thing I could think of. We were related and we had sex. I wanted to die. I really wanted to die now.
"We're related." I finally managed to speak.
Giorno looked at me with a cocked eye. I didn't want to look at him. Maybe the reason why I felt a connection to him was because of our blood. Maybe I mixed up the chemistry vibe for lust instead of Big Brother. If this was the case, I just wanted to disappear. This was a disgrace.
"Really now?" he asked.
"Yeah. The birth-mark." I told him.
Giorno rolled his eyes unamused. It seemed like he really didn't care.
"Aren't you shocked?"
"We probably have as much blood between us as we have blood between Mista." Giorno stated.
"Really now?" I asked him.
"Most likely. I know that I would remember you from the family reunions." Giorno stated.
"Who had the birthmark? Your mom or dad?"
"My father. I never knew him, but I have a picture of him with the birthmark." He stated.
"I see." I said.
After a while, we both just said nothing. I didn't know what to say. Somehow Giorno made me feel better about what was going on with the situation at hand. I knew that there was no way my father could be his father. My dad was most likely nowhere near her at the time.
"If you want, I can leave you alone so you can change." Giorno stated.
"No, don't it's alright.:" I told him.
I let the bed sheet fall to the floor before him. Even though Giorno and I were related somehow, this didn't bother me. I was alright with the fact that he was watching me now. This feeling he gave me was very different then how I felt with Romeo.
I pressed my head on Giorno's chest as he gently rubbed my back. Sex with this man was simply amazing. I took a deep breath as I enjoyed the fading scent of last night's explosion.
Giorno's body was indeed well toned. He had a very nice balance between muscle and fat. He wasn't overly muscular like my father when he was my age, but he wasn't delicate like most women in magazines.
Slowly Giorno kissed my forehead. I could feel my face turn red. Being with this man was effortless. I never felt this way with any other guy. Not even Romeo could compare. For me, being with Giorno felt natural, just like breathing air. I didn't feel like I was putting up a front with him.
I moaned out softly as his hands began to travel my body. He already knew how my body worked. And more or less, I could do the same with. Stealthfully, I grabbed him, he was slightly limp, but I knew it wouldn't be that way for long when he would get hard. I moved my hand gently on the head of his penis, touching it very lightly. Giorno gave out a low shudder as he grabbed my hand. And I could tell that my actions would cause an other explosion.
I kissed him harder as heis free hand had reached my lower regions. I could feel his gingers slip inside me, my body trembling as he pressed on my clit.
"Tell me what you want." Giorno whispered seductively.
"I want you." I let out a low moan.
"Not yet." he smiled as he began to kiss my breast.
I let out a loud groan as he continued. This was very different from the previous times. The other times we had done this, he was much sweeter. But this time, he seemed to be a bully.
I could feel my eyes tear up from the pleasure he gave, but at the same time with held. I wanted him inside me now. The fire that started in my stomach had rushed all over my body. I felt as if I was being burned. And only Giorno could put out the flames.
"Giorno, please." I pleaded almost desperately.
I wanted him to be inside me with every passing moment.. I wanted him so bad it almost hurt. But all he did was firmly held my hand as he continued with the onslaught. I could feel my body writhe as he did this. More than anything now, I wanted him to just stop and go for the honey.
He then released my hands as he moved lower. And before I knew it, he was eating me out. I cried out his name, cursing him out. As much as I liked the feeling, I wanted him to finish up with the foreplay.
"Please." I could feel tears falling.
I couldn't hold them any longer. I tried with all my strength to not let them slip. But they betrayed me as I could feel the hot tears rolling down my cheeks. As soon as Giorno saw this, he licked one way. His heart had softened. I could see his face was covered in a mixture of my bodily fluids and his sweat. I held his arm, trying to get him closer to me. And that was when he entered me. I held him tightly as if he was my only life-line. He was the only one able to keep me from losing my mind as we entered this dark passionate ride. I could feel his body quiver as he thrust into me. Maybe he really needed this as much as I did.
Purposely, I clenched my inner walls, Giorno let out a low hiss as he started thrusting harder and deeper into me. Our pants and thrusts were in rhythm. And I never wanted this to stop.
I threw my legs over Giorno's shoulders, and he seemed to have finally gone off the deep end. His thrusts grew more chaotic as he struggled to keep control.
Quickly, I managed to get on top of him. I sat on top of Giorno, making sure he was still inside me. I began to do a combination of grinding and thrusting on his member. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed what I was doing. Occasionally, he would look up at me, smiling as if he enjoyed the view he had. And I blushed when I saw him looking at me. From time to time, Giorno would force his hips up into the air, lifting me up a little in the process. The sudden impact always seemed to make me belt out a moan. And Giorno would look at me pleased.
I kissed him on the mouth sweetly as we began to exchange positions. He laid me on my stomach as he whispered something in Italian. I didn't know what he was saying but it was perhaps the most sexy thing I had ever heard in my life.
And again, he began to thrust. I groaned every time he went deeper in me. I wanted Giorno to never stop this. I wanted to stay in bed like this all day.
"Jojo…" Giorno groaned. "I'm cumming soon."
Giorno began to pick up the pace before letting out a loud man as he released on my back. With what little strength he had, Giorno collapsed next to me, his arm around me.
"Giorno." I smiled as I turned to face him.
I dug my face into his chest, wanting to keep this memory for an eternity. I could no longer hide it. I was in love with this man. And last night, for the first time in my life, I made the right decision. Giorno was truly worth it all.
"Jojo, we need to get dressed." Giorno spoke after releasing me.
"I know." I muttered sadly.
We both got out of bed, getting our clothes back on. Occasionally, one of us would look at the other from the corner of our eyes and smile. As soon as we were dressed, him in his suit, me in my sleeping clothes, we left his room. Giorno walked me to my room so I could change into something more suitable. Before I went inside my room, however, Giorno kissed me lightly on the lips.
Haha! End of chapter 8. And I told ya that this was going to be naughty… Or at least my failed attempt at writing lemons… Feel like it sucks… But yeah. This is now rated M. I have no choice but to change the rating now… But please, tell me what you thought of the chapter. I read it to my boyfriend and he was being biased… So yeah… Want to know what people think about this one…