Crossing Strings (Closed for KawaiiChibiLust)

Jacob, or Jake as everyone called him, never really considered himself a killer. Yea, he had killed, but he didn't like it. Not the way some of the other boys did at least. Johnny, or Mike, they loved to do it. For him it was just... Just business, as some of his relatives were quite fond of saying over and over again. It was a rather degrading, detrimental part of the business Jacob found, but he did it because it was both expected of him and necessary whenever he actually did it. Thanks to this and his relations within the family he was never overlooked for a promotion nor shunned from taking his piece of the pie. Never more, but never less either. He lived well, drove a powerful Mustang, and owned a decent sized house out in the country where he hunted mostly. The house was bought under someone else's name, and purchased in cash, very few people knew he owned it. In fact, nobody in the family did and that was exactly the way Jacob wanted it to be, so most of the time he spent his life at the little apartment him and his crew used as their headquarters.

That night, like any other night, they were out on the town after having a few beers at the local pub the family called 'home' and Jacob was feeling good. He was on top of the world, all he needed was to find someone to share it with him. That was one of his problems with killing; he was a romantic at heart and killing people just wasn't romantic at all. Not to him anyways.

It wasn't long before they ran into a group of women, well, girls rather, in their late teens. Like hounds to the scent Jacob and his little crew followed doggedly, putting up with the laughing shoo's and sticking around until they were generally accepted. There was one cute one in particular that caught Jacob's attention. She was smallish, with a small figure, but she wasn't skinny, just slim and well proportioned. Her laugh was like a wind chime, and her eyes were alway lit with laughter, or so it seemed.

Jacob simply couldn't help himself from getting close to her as the entire group slipped into a club and began to pair off. Running his hand through his own wild black hair, he leaned over to be heard in the pulsing club, "Wanna dance?"

When she turned to look and see who had said those words, he couldn't help but smile, and blush slightly. She was beautiful! Gorgeous, and a host of other words he simply could not remember at that moment because she was looking at him. He could feel his heart melting, and wondered briefly if there was a puddle forming at his feet from where his soul had cried itself out through his toes. He shifted, waiting her answer, and gave a small smile that made his deeply tanned face twitch, along with his thin mustache, his green eyes were unknowingly lit with the same laughter that had constantly been feeding hers, and drawing him ever closer.

They were both hopeless romantics, and neither knew the other was.

Nor did they know whose family the other belonged to either.

College was a pain in the ass. Sure, her grades were amazing, and she seemed top notch. But working so hard was weighing stress she didn't need on her shoulder.At her laptop typing an extra credit paper, not that she had needed it. The young girl turned to find her friends bursting in. Demanding that she live a little and party! It had been a long time..but what the hell?! The young college senior stood and began to hastily run around the room. Grabbing clothes, make up and anything else she thought she would need. Her friends just watched with smirks. Had she ever been out before?

Stepping out onto the pavement of the city's sidewalk, her high end sandals hit the ground. Isabelle had long luscious hair, but usually put it into a bun. Tonight, she did a spin off of both. Her hair was shaped into a bun with the rest of her hair falling down her back. Her large brown eyes stood out with the light sparkled eye shadow she had bought long ago. Strangely enough, Isabelle didn't usually wear makeup. Her casual strapless dress complimented her hourglass like figure. All curves in all the right places. Pink lips broke into a brilliant bright smile as her friends complimented her white rose pin. Following closely behind, Isabelle felt herself feeling a bit out of place. Sure, dancing was always nice. But so many people seemed to crowd. It was almost overwhelming. Her friends seemed to find a group of older men, they flirted, which wasn't a surprise to her, and each broke off into their own little pairs.

Alone, she sighed and let them have their fun. That was until, her ears filled with the sound of a silk like voice. Smooth and masculine. Turning, her eyes locked with one of the men. But this was her first good look at him. He was undeniably handsome. Isabelle kept it a secret from her friends, but sleeping with random guys wasn't her forte. If she was going to let a guy take her, it would be her soul mate. With a light blush as she heard his question, she pondered for a moment. Then grabbed his hand. Her eyes shining with excitement as she led him over to the not-as-crowded dance floor. It was her favorite song surprisingly, and she had to keep herself from breaking into song.

He was quite the charmer. And Isabelle, she could defiantly dance. Her friends had always told her that she had the makings of a stripper. But that was a pitiful job, dirty and disgusting. Getting more comfortable with this mystery man, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Flashing him her sweetest smile as she continued to impress.

"I'm Isabelle." she told him, blushing a bit feeling a bit shy again. He had the greatest eyes, and his smile blew her away. She never knew her heart could beat that fast. Even if she was dancing her heart out. Grabbing his hand as he twirled her, she was pulled close to him. Chest to chest, and eyes to eyes. "You are quite the dancer." she giggled.

But this sweet, bubbly college girl had her own dark side. She was deadly. Majestic and innocent, but when given a job. She left no tracks. Isabelle didn't enjoy it, not one bit. But it was the only way for her family to accept her. Sure, she may be there little girl. But, killing was the business, and if you didn't want to, you would be shunned. At a young age, she was taught to use a switchblade along with a pistol. At the age of fourteen, she could curve a bullet. The mafia was a bloody business, but it was either eat...or be eaten. God only knows what would happen when she meets the enemy. She could never go easy. Isabelle was taught no mercy. But, in fact, she was anything but merciless. She never wanted to take other lives...but when she was made to. She had no choice. That was why love was hard for her. Who would stay with her if they knew that their sweet little Isabelle was a killer. The daughter of the Mafia...

With a toss of wild bangs and slick curls, Jacob shrugged off her compliment, but not as if he expected it. Rather, he didn't let things like that go to his head. "I'll tell you the secret," He whispered as he ran his hands up from her hips. Being careful to stay proper for the moment, "I have an excellent partner. She just makes me look good." With a wink, he whirled her away across the dance floor, but he followed close behind. As they danced he could just feel the chemistry between them bubbling into a chaotic bubble of sorts, and it was both sweet, hot, and something else all at the same time. She had a little blushing thing she did that just made him break out in goosebumps almost every time, and her name? Isabelle. It was beautiful, just perfect, it fit her pure, white skin and doe-eyes to a T as they say. He pulled her close to him once again as soon as he was next to her, and to feel her smaller, but much softer body against his made his heart beat even faster than the racing music that pulsed through the air.

They danced for quite sometime and the slight sheen of sweat that Jacob felt, shone brilliantly off of Isabelle's exceptional skin for nearly a full minutes before he realized what he was looking at. "Let's get a drink?" He suggested as he wiped at his forehead just to make sure she didn't feel bad for sweating. In fact, he thought it made her look even more pretty. If that were possible.

Jacob made sure to sit rather close on the high bar stools, not to be touchy-feely, but rather because she had a very soft and sweet voice that did not carry too far in the club with it's heart pounding music. He himself wasn't very loud either, preferring his tone and body language to convey his message rather then just how loud he was. After her ordered both their drinks, he slipped an arm around the back of Isabelle's stool and stared down into her big brown eyes with a small, playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You don't do this much, do you? Go out like this and just meet... Guys like myself, oops, here let me get that," Jacob slipped some cash into the bartender's hand, and took both their drinks. He handed Isabelle hers after taking a whiff and smiling, it smelled pretty good. Fruity, with just a tinge of alcohol, he kind of figured. "It's not a bad thing... But I have to warn you, you're very good at it. So you might want to do it again... Perhaps tomorrow, at Luigi's?"

As much as he was not a killer, he certainly was a partier, he enjoyed long nights in the club or bar. He did not have to be with a woman either, just hanging out with friends making a fool out of themselves worked too. Jacob could tell that Isabelle was considering it, but was probably leaning toward not committing just yet, so in order to give her all the time she needed to make a decision that favored him more he leaned over and spoke into her ear.

"Tell me later, I want to show you something," Taking her hand, and easing her off the stool, Jacob led her toward, and then up a flight of stairs. They were let through the security at the top as Jacob was a more than recognizable face. He led Isabelle all the way to a deck where a few select guys, and quite a few girls were hanging out. There was a steaming warm pool, misting into the cool night air, around which they were all gathered. All you could see as you looked up were stars, and only if you looked down over the edge could you see the other city buildings.

"Just tell them my name. Jacob, or Jake, you and your friends can come up here," Jacob shook his head and smiled from underneath his unruly bangs, "Whenever you want. How about that?"

With every little flick of the hair and the glint in his eye. Her heart seemed to beat faster. Isabelle didn't mind being close, in fact, his body and the warmth of his smile just made her want to cuddle up to him. But how weird would that boy? Blushing horribly just thinking about it. Her attention turned to him once more as he heard her call him. Following Jacob closely behind, she had no idea where he was taking her. But her breath was taken away at the sight.

The view from where they were was amazing. The pool and music just brought her to life. Running up to the edge of the railing, she held on and had a suddenly dreamy look on her face. "Oh...It's wonderful!" She cried in pure cuteness. Even for a college girl, she could be as cute as a button. Turning around, Isabelle flashed him her signature smile. "Thanks for showing me this..but I don;t get out all too often." Her voice trailed off. HE had the most beautiful eyes. Not to mention his figure, just imagining those handsome arms around her made her want to be in some kind of distress.

But what was she thinking. Some guy she just met? Shaking her head, she thought about his offer, then nodded. "Sounds like fun..." Just the two of them. What was she getting herself into? As long as her family didn't need her "Expertise" Then she was free. Something caught her eye. Somehow her friends were up here. And out of all of them, she was the only one who wasn't hooking up. In fact, one of his friends was already taking her someplace secluded. Her face went almost tomato red. It was a bit uncomfortable here.

"How about...we head some place else?" she asked. Not trying to make a move at all. It was...just the fact that she wasn't like her friends. Hanging loose, being loose for that matter! She could never! Smiling at him shyly, she whispered in his ear. "It seems your friends are having a lot more fun then we thought." Her voice broke into cute giggles once more. And..she wanted to get to know him better. Not what her friends meant as KNOW BETTER, but...maybe she found him finally. Getting a hold of herself she calmed down. She had just met him after all.

Jake saw quickly that Isabelle was quite the bubbly little girl. She seemed to dash back and forth over her thoughts quickly, and her slim wrists and fingers were always clenching or rubbing together nervously. He knew that she was definitely telling the truth; she didn't do this very often. It was cute and rather adoring, especially when she blushed after seeing her friends wander off into corners to initiate some of the more intimate forms of communication. With a smile he reached out his hand and took one of her slightly shaking, slightly jumpy hands, and pulled her toward him. Jake wanted desperately to envelope her in a big hug, but he feared she may freak out if he did something that forward and that was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment, or ever. So, instead he just clasped her elbow as he led her to the side of the roof away from most of the others and allowed her to focus her attention on something else.

"Better?" He asked in the relative quiet as he handed her a drink and glanced down over the edge. It was rather high, but not scary high. Just high enough to be beautiful and drown out all of the noise from the street below. "I suppose you're wondering how someone just... Gets up here, no? Basically, my father is a somebody... You know... Somebody you go to if you have problems... He's a businessman, and he knows people who know people who know people. In turn, I know people. It's quite a good deal really..."

Jake drew his fingers through the long hair upon his forehead to clear his eyes as he got another good look at Isabelle in the sweet city light and fluorescent glow of both the moon and aqua blue from the pool. Isabelle had beautiful skin he noticed, and amazingly clear eyes. Her face was flat, and innocent. It didn't even have laughter lines, which made her both young, and gave her an incredibly innocent quality. Quickly, he licked his lips, before looking deep into her eyes and asking her in his normal, but rather soft voice.

"You're very pretty... How does someone like you, not have somebody... Special, already?"

At firrst when he pulled her to the side, Isabelle couldn't help but get a bit..nervous. But seeing the look in his eyes, she understood he had no intentions of doing such things to her.. The thought made her lose track of what he was saying. But she heard some bits and pieces. A business man...can get what he wants. Doesn't that sound familiar to her! But, Isabelle doesn't think about it now. Now was the time to have fun and just...be herself. It was so high up! No, she wasn't afraid of heights, but the view made her a bit dizzy. Luckily it wasn't too overwhelming. The noise had died down and they were pretty much alone. It was a pleasant moment to talk. Cocking her head, she watched him. He kept staring at her, it made her a bit shy again, But he soon licked his lips and asked her a question that, even though it was in a natural tone. Made her blush and brought butterflies to her stomach. She wasn't too good with lying...

"I..I just haven't found that someone." She whispered. It was partly the truth. Of course she was dying for some romance. But no guy would want a killer for their partner...IT wasn't exactly the most attractive career. Sure, how many women could curve a bullet? Or name all types of weapons in under 3 minutes? To her, that was disgusting. Biting her lips slightly, she studied his face. How it glowed in the lights of the city view. His smile was bright, enough to light up the night for her. Flashing him a sweet smile, she grasped his hand gently.

"How about you...You seem to be the type that would have woman swarming to be on your arm." She winked. Oh yes, she was one. But Isabelle couldn't admit that. Not now. And how would a sweet guy like Jacob react when he found out, she was a cold blooded killer. A wolf in sheep's clothing...He would never speak to her. Blushing again, she just wished maybe..they could have a chance. Even with her not knowing his family name..she knew she could never have him. He was out of her reach, and she was out of his league. What would he want with a small college girl?! Exactly! Entangling her fingers with his, she closed her eyes. What a wonderful night, even with the consequences. Still waiting for his question, her eyes averted to look up at him again.

His eyes...she already loved those eyes. They seemed so joyful and happy. Was there such a thing at love at first sight? And..did it feel like this. Sure, it was a feeling. An attraction between the two. But what was the other brimming feeling that just made her want to throw her arms around him? Or just..plant a kiss on those lips! She tried not to stare. Isabelle never wanted to seem desperate..It was just....he had her hooked. It was so quiet, or maybe she was just tuning everyone else out. Like those romance novels she loved to read so very much. Where they were the only two in the world. And no one else mattered..

With a twinkle of playfulness in his eyes Jacob replied just as softly as he had asked the question before, "Who says I do not have women swarming to my arms?" Several moments passed before he grinned and gave a shrug. "I don't want to sound like a copycat, but I have not met the right one either, well, either that or... There are too many right ones to choose from." He winked this time and gave a soft chuckle as he sipped his drink and glanced out upon the city. Nothing could be further from the truth. Every woman he found was either after his last name, or the large wallet attached to it. Maybe a few also liked him, well, at least his lifestyle or his body, but they knew little to nothing about Jacob. The person inside of the outer shell that seemed to define him. That was a little too much, a little too deep, to speak about on the rooftop of a club that was literally swimming in skin-deep relationships.

So he didn't say anything more. The silence was enough, as he gave Isabelle a few cautious looks. He didn't want to stare, but he almost could not help himself. She had no defining feature other than being simply beautiful. Her face cute and soft, her neck sloped and elegant, her chest small but obviously firm, her hips slim but padded. If there was an ideal cut-out, she was it in Jacob's mind.

He did notice one odd thing about her however, and it was in her eyes. They were jewels into her soul, but they also reflected something strange. Like glass, sometimes you could see a reflection in them and it was not what was happening on the other side, but what was happening behind you. In Isabelle's eyes he could tell she was thinking about something, something she liked thinking about, but it was a memory. It was not in the present and it was not about him. It was like she was half-dreaming, or half-present at least. She wanted to know something... Maybe, about him, or them?

Stepping a bit closer he asked, with a tiny grin plastered onto his face, "I'm curious... What were you thinking about, just then, you looked... Wistful... Wishful. Wishing. Tell me... Is there something, you want... Maybe..."

He couldn't bring himself to saying it, but Jacob was thinking: Maybe... Someone?

Right through her. He saw right through it. Her face went red. Inside, Isabelle was having a spazz attack. She couldn't tell him, it would weird him out! But, god..it was him. She really did want him. Maybe not like that...yet. But to be by his side, or for him to be that "someone" would be like a dream come true for Isabelle. Sighing, she looked up at him and smiled. About to answer when she heard it.

The one two words that changed everything about Jacob...

"Mr. DeSolian, I trust everything is to your liking?" A man came out of nowhere. Isabelle's heart nearly stopped. Her eyes widened in terror and as Jacob was busy speaking to him, she made a mad dash toward the door. Bursting through the door and running down the stairs to call a taxi. This was a mistake. It had to be...He..He couldn't be! He must have known who she was? He was playing with her heartstrings! The tears brimmed in her eyes and suddenly seemed to roll down her cheeks. How could she have been so stupid? Waiting for the taxi to come, she listened to the racing thoughts. Whispering to herself.

"Father would want me to kill him..." she whispered and shook her head. But she couldn't! He was an enemy..but she could never bring herself to hurt him! Why Jacob? Why did he have to hurt her? Wiping her eyes, she remembered her family name. Rivailes. The two families have been enemies for longer then anyone could remember. There were no rules in the mafia. And playing with your mind didn't even matter. Why did she have this feeling of hurt in her heart?! Stomping her feet, she saw people staring at her. That was when the animal part of her came out. She snarled at them. Her eyes angry and hurt. They turned away quickly. Seeing a taxi by the curb, she began to walk over to it. Hoping she would forget him...Forget...

"Mr. DeSolian, I trust everything is to your liking?"

The voice that interrupted Jacob was that of Arthur, whom he called Art or Arty, who was the proprietor of the club that his father owned. There were some things that he needed to speak to Arty about, so he quickly ran down the list. He was somewhat glad that he could show off his limited 'power' in front of Isabelle, but he was taken back when he turned back and saw that she was gone. Quickly, he whirled back and tapped Arty's shoulder, "Where'd she go?" He asked urgently, as he glanced around the multitude of people in a hopeless search for the only girl he had ever been interested in, for the longest time.

"The Salacio girl you mean, sir?"

"Salacio? That was... Fuck."

"You did not know, sir?"

"Fuck no I didn't know Arty... I would have, well, not been talking to her."

"I thought you were planning on killing her sir, that was why I asked."

"I uh... Oh of course I was... Shit, don't tell anyone about this... Trying to get information and having her disappear-"

"Sir, sorry to interrupt, but she is downstairs. The guards just reported her trying to signal a taxi."

Without another word Jacob pounded off toward the stairs that would take him down. His mind was racing as the adrenaline built. Isabelle Salacio was one of the most dangerous assassins in this city, but she was the cutest little girl! He didn't understand, maybe that was part of her act? No. One of Jacob's best assets was his ability to read people, and he had read Isabelle right; she didn't have any other motive in coming to his club other than to hang out with her friends. She probably hadn't even known who he was until Arty said his last name, and that was why she had left. Well, now she wouldn't make the same mistake. He wondered if she would kill him... It was too late now, as he burst out onto the sidewalk and skidded to a stop not ten steps from Isabelle. Her hand was on the handle for a taxi, and her eyes, filled with crystallized tears stared at him. The lower lips on her precious face was trembling.

"Isaballe... I... I didn't know. I swear."

Jacob raised both his hands slight; showing he meant no harm.

"You're free to go, and... I'm sorry, okay? I wish... You could stay. Can... Could you, stay?"

He asked the question lightly, his hand reaching out as he slowly walked closer. Jacob doubted she would, but he was hoping beyond hope that she would. He wasn't sure why... She was his mortal enemy! It was just there was something so wrong about leaving things like, letting her leave like this, he had been so sure there was something between them. A spark, an energy, a chemistry. She was going to tell him that she was thinking about him; wishing they could be together. That was why she had been blushing. He just knew it, or at least he wished he could know it.

"It was us, wasn't it? That was what you were thinking about. So... was i..."

Right at that moment. Isabelle didn't know what to believe in. The fact that he 'had no idea' she was a Salacio didn't fit right with her. Then again..how would he have known where to find her. She barely ever went out. With the thoughts racing through her head, she sighed. Not wanting to hear anymore. Grabbing the car's handle, she was about to open the door. When she heard him...

"It was us, wasn't it? That was what you were thinking about. So... was i..." Freezing, her eyes went wide and she let go of the door handle. Maybe..maybe this was her chance...She only had one way to find out. Wiping her tears, she let the taxi ride away before her petite form rushed into his arms. Crying gently into his chest. Nodding at everything he said. Glancing around, she wanted to be alone with him to talk..it was..too risky out here. Going to the nearest private room. She shut the door and crossed her arms. A displeased look on her face.

"I want the truth.." Her voice quivered, but she showed no fear. "Was it really a chance we met here?" she whispered. Seeing him, she felt her heart race a bit more. He..he was thinking the same thing. God...if she could just kiss him right there she would. Sitting down on the couch next to him. Her eyes locked onto his. Clearly hurt. "I don't want to hurt you.." she whispered and turned away, then feeling in the moment, she gently got up and straddled his lap before leaning in and planting a sweet kiss on his lips.

Something she had been meaning to do the whole time. Her frail arms slowly wrapped around his neck as she exchanged the showing of her affection with him. Isabelle could defiantly get used to being with him...Running her fingers through his beautiful hair, she pulled back to catch her breath. Staring at him through lidded eyes and panting ever so slightly. A small smite appearing on her face. That was all she needed to know he was most likely the one...Now if only he could be on her side. Romeo and Juliet...mafia style....

Still sitting on his lap, she made sure no one could see them...She wanted to have some time alone with him. Isabelle didn't give a damn about the two sides... "Screw them." Her voice was a hushed whisper, but laced with many emotions. It wasn't fair they were pulled into this..And neither of them wanted to kill. They wanted love. A companion...Something more then taking lives. With her head on full speed, she kissed his jaw line. Nibbling on his ear and then just purring quietly in it. Oh yes, she was turned on by this whole. 'Forbidden' thing. Even more by him though. Good thing there were no windows...IF this was going where she thought it would go..Then this would be a wonderful night. "I'll tell you what." Cooing, she let her beautiful brown hair down and shook her head a bit. "If you don't try to kill me." Her lips found his again for a long passionate kiss. "Then..I think we can make this work." Her smile was sweet, yet mischievous and lusty. This side even Isabelle wasn't used to. But then again...

When would she ever meet someone like Jacob?

Jacob had a feeling that he was just as surprised about Isabelle's sudden turn in behavior as she was. What was she doing? Kissing him like that, whispering those words of hurt and concern in his ear, and then straddling his waist! Naturally, his hands went to her tiny hips, but he'd yet to return a kiss as he tried to comprehend everything that had happened. Apparently she had figured out that everything he had said was the truth, because she had moved on without waiting for him to answer the question. Now she was saying this would work... If he didn't try to kill her? There is no way that Jacob could even imagine trying to kill her, especially right now as she nibbled on his jaw rather desperately. He imagined, no, he knew for a fact that this was hard for her; she was putting her life on the line by doing this. Had anyone else known, or seen her, especially some of the idiots on his crew... She might have been dead already.

"Why would I kill you? Let alone hurt you?" He asked softly as he slid both hands up the side of her skinny, but nicely toned waist and chest to her shoulders where he rested them gently.

"This... The person you know, who've you heard spoken of, all the things you've heard about me are probably not true. I don't like what I do... It's... It's a family job, that is the only reason I do it."

There was a tiny smile on her face; like he had just said everything that she wanted to hear and more. It was then, all of a sudden, that Jacob felt all of those kisses she had given him. Beneath her lap his cock sprung to life and pressed against his pants, and whatever she was wearing beneath her. He immediately blushed, and hemmed, then hawed. His eyes looked about wildly for a moment before suddenly settling on Isabelle's. He wasn't sorry, but only a little bashful now. Reaching a hand up to lightly clutch her jaw, he brought it to his mouth and kissed her softly. It was the softest kiss he had ever given and yet the most electric one he had ever felt in his entire life.

When it was over and his eyes opened, he smiled.

"Wow, I... Wow."

Listening to him intently, she kept her eyes on his. She was raised knowing how to uncover lies. Any nervous little habits...but usually it was in the eyes. His eyes didn't seem to look past her. They looked at her. He was telling the truth. A sweet sing song laugh came from her as her eyes softly met his with a sweet gaze.

"Do you think I want to be...one of them?" Her hand brushed over his cheek and played with his brown hair before speaking again. "The Isabelle you met it the one I want to be.." Her eyes watered a bit. "I don't want to kill.." The mafia was a heartless business. If you weren't in the family or haven't helped in some way. You were nothing. Just a pawn or a piece that would never be used on their playing field. Shaking her head. Isabelle smiled a bit more. "Please believe me.."

Before she could explain anything, she felt something..poke her. Needless to say what it as, her face turned almost red as she nervously looked down. This was a bit..awkward. Funny how this girl wasn't afraid of guns. But got flustered over a man becoming excited. About to answer, her lips felt his in an electrifying, tender kiss. It was soft, meaningful. It was the first kiss she really felt. One that meant something! Blushing gently, her eyes went shy as she looked down at his chest and smiled more.

"...Yea..." For a moment the two were silent. They stared into each others eyes deeply. Before Isabelle felt that pang of lust from before hit her. Leaning in again, she pressed her chest against his and kissed him deeply. A passionate, lust filled display of affection. Opening her eyes, she made sure the door was locked and no one could see them. Her arms locking around his neck firmly as her hands reached up to run through his locks. When she finally pulled away. All Isabelle knew she wanted, was that she wanted this moment. To last. It was romantic..it was dangerous...and it was amazing.

Breathing unevenly now, she trailed butterfly kisses down his jawline and the his neck. Slowly, painfully. Lost in the moment. This would probably be the only time..they could really be together on this. Isabelle knew she would want to see him again. But until then...they should at least live in the moment. She didn't regret it. Her breasts pressed against him as she looked for an answer in his eyes. Would he at least..make her dreams come true for tonight.

"We may not be able to see each other.." And they had something. Something very special. It wasn't right to let it go...

That was the perfect way to put it, that was exactly how Jacob felt about the entire situation. It was quite possible they would never see each other again. Not just because of circumstance, but with their life, in a week; they could both be dead. The powerful combination of heat that burned between them, desperation that pulled them close, and sweetness of how rare and untouched a moment like this could be made him almost scared to do anything. Jacob did not want to ruin the moment. He simply could not ruin the moment. Then he realized it was true; anything he did, none of it, could possibly ruin this moment. It was all too perfect. So finally he relaxed, and just then she kissed him again; this time powerfully pressing her small chest into his strong muscles and kissing him with the same fervor he felt rushing through his veins and pumping through his heart.

"I... I know, it's perfect, Isabelle I'm going... I need you."

Softly, between kisses, the words sprang out as Jacob placed his hands everywhere and anywhere on Isabelle's soft body. Rubbing her back, squeezing her butt, and slowly massaging her breasts. Finally as the last three words slipped from his mouth his fingers he pulled the straps of her dress out and over her shoulders. They dropped partially down her arms, and Jacob helped her slip them off. Then gently, and carefully he began to pry her dress down lower; revealing a lacy bra and her cute, tight, little breasts. Without asking, he reached for them and squeezed lightly as he kissed her upon the lips.

He continued in this way, pushing her dress down inch by inch as his hands explored each new part of her body that was revealed.

Isabelle's tight abdomen, her firm stomach, smooth hips, and gentle skin all felt the caresses of his hands. Finally once the dress settled around her waist his hands rose up, and slowly began to unfasten her bra. As he did so, his kisses rained down upon her face, and slowly trailed down the side of her neck; aiming carefully towards her chest as the inched lower and lower, closer and closer to her breasts which suddenly became revealed as the bra slipped from around her body. "Beautiful," Jacob whispered, as his lips latched on the very tip and began suckling gently.

Those words sent countless shivers up her spine. With lidded eyes. She watched him explore her body. Filled with curiosity and want. Tempted to see what her dress was covering. His sweet caresses brought warmth through her. Making small, pleased sighs, she watched his eyes explore her. Wanting to see under. As his fingers gently slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders, as it slid to shape around her hips. Her finger trailed the lace of her bra slowly. Her face a bit pink fro embarrassment. Her eyes spied his handsome face. Watching him take her in. Did she impress him.

The look on his face said it all. And as he removed her braisery to reveal her bare breasts. The word 'beautiful' floated into her ears as she blushed. Wanting to thank him. But not having the chance to. Her voice interrupted as a smooth moan escaped from her lips. Her eyes spied his as he suckled on her erect nipple. It was a ticklish feeling. One that sent more shivers of pleasure up her spine and through her body. The warmth of his mouth. The feel of his fingers against her delicate skin. Her head tilted a bit as she let out another sweet moan. Becoming excited she felt his hard on poking her panties. Her hips slowly, grinded against his cock. Rubbing it thoroughly. Even between the clothes that covered it. Her frail fingers began to calmly unbutton his shirt. Slowly, teasingly. Until finally she could slip it off of him. Purring, she couldn't believe how new this all was.

All her senses seemed heightened. She could listen to his breathing change. Smell the scent of his cologne as she revealed his bare chest. Letting her fingers run over his muscles and abs. He was amazingly handsome and well built. Nothing surprising, mafia work was hard core. Getting completely turned one. She felt the moistness of her womanhood begin to dampen her underwear. Breathing a bit heavier now. She planted kisses over his chest. His two nipples and his neck. Purring all the more. Her want at almost an overwhelming level. Feeling his hard on much more distinctly now. She reached down under her to rub it through his pants. Her smile sweet and sexy at the same time. Her voice could send shivers down any man's spine.

Leaning down to nibble on his earlobe, she spoke in a sexy, sultry whisper. "What would you like me to do?" she asked softly. Her hand fondling his cock slowly. Her fingers reaching for the zipper.

Jacob was quite surprised by her sudden initiative. He really did not think she had it in her, but then he remembered who she was and how good of an actor she was supposed to be. For a moment he wondered if this was real or if she was simply pretending, but there was no way she could be pretending this well. She had a beautiful look that was a cross between hunger and embarrassment that made her look so very, very cute. He shivered as he felt her tiny hand reach between them and squeeze his cock, and then an even bigger tremor ran through his body as she asked him what he wanted her to do. There was so many thing he could not just choose one, and they were not simply things he wanted her to do, but things he wanted to do to her!

"Everything?" He said in a whispered, questioning voice, "Let's get... The rest of these clothes off, first." He then added, as he lifted her off of his lap so that he could finish pulling the dress down off her body; leaving her in just her panties. Then he stood, and allowed her to help him with his pants; leaving him in only his boxers.

Once there he couldn't help but kiss her again and this time one of his hands went between their legs, he rubbed against her wet pussy through the soft fabric of her panties and with his other hand lightly began to push down the waistline of the pretty piece of underwear. He wanted her so bad, his cock was tenting his boxers quickly and strongly, throbbing as it tried to split the loose fabric. It was even staining the front of his boxers as pre-cum leaked out slowly. Just like her, he realized, as he felt the moisture on his hands through the panties, "You're wet..." He commented softly into her ear.

"You've been wanting me the whole time, haven't you? But you acted innocent, and yet... You're like this," He held up his hand to her nose, and allowed her to breath in her own scent before kissing her swiftly, and pulling her tightly against him. Jacob rubbed her pussy hard, and his throbbing cock duck into her thigh as they kissed.

"I want you, now." He breathed, as he nibbled on her ear.

Wanting to make him happy. She did whatever he said. Letting him finally discard her dress. Which made her happy. It was becoming very stuffy in there...Especially with the atmosphere. Giving him a very willing hand with his boxers. She slipped the pants from his body and admired the significant bulge tenting his boxers. Straddling him again, she just gave a sweet giggle at his request. "Whatever you say." Isabelle cooed. That was when she felt it. His hand rub against her soaked panties. Her head tilted back in a moan. A musical sound that echoed through the room. Luckily the music on the other side of the door was loud enough to make sure no one heard them. His whispers making her crazy. Nodding slowly, she had to agree. Isabelle had wanted him the whole night. But really, she figured that out now..

Purring loudly as she took in the scent of her own juices, she listened to his want. She wanted him as well. Deep inside her. Thrusting, making her scream his name. But Isabelle wanted this to last. Waving her finger in a flirtatious manner, she soon got off of him. "Not yet..." She cooed and winked. At that moment, she had no idea how she herself could be so bold. Running her fingers down her body slowly. She stopped at the sides of her hips. Where the cloth of her laced panties laid. Blushing, she slowly, menacingly slow that is, removed them from her body. Letting her look at him in her glory. The shyness soon his her and she stared off to the side as her arms hugged her chest. Her pussy was innocently untouched by anyone. Making her very vulnerable. IT was bare and seemed to glisten slightly with her wetness. It pulsed with her want for him. But, she thought of something else she wanted to do. Flashing him a smile, her eyes flickered a bit from shy to sweet and playful. "Enjoying the view?" she whispered.

Before he even really got a chance to answer, it was time for the appetizer. Kneeling in front of him. Her frail hands ran up his legs to his hips. Studying the tent in his boxers with curious eyes. Her hand squeezed it gently. Already knowing it was large. Impressive. Slowly, her hands slipped the boxers down his sides. Leaving him bare and in the spotlight. Her mouth watered at the near sight of it. He was bigger then what she thought he would be. Which proved her wrong. Her small girlish hand wrapped around his length. A bit cautious. The warmth of his cock was incredible. At first, all she did was slowly jerked him. But as her want, and courage became bigger. She felt the want to taste him. Leaning down, she ran her tongue over the bulbous head of his cock. Tasting it. The wonderful and hot taste of him. After about a minute of that experiment was when the fun came. She brought him into her mouth. Little by little. Not used to it, but already loving the feeling. She had about 3 inches for a beginner. But was slowly learning to relax her throat. Closing her eyes, she moved her mouth, up and down..slowly at first, but then as if jerking him, sped up. Her hand gently fondling his genitals. The taste of his precum drizzling over her tongue. The taste, the feeling, made her moan. Sending vibrations through him. Her pussy dripped a bit from the whole ordeal. It was unbelievably sexy.

Her eyes found his during this intimate moment. Her still going down on him. The salty, yet amazing taste of precum all over her tongue as she continued her little show for him. She locked to see his face. The pleasure going through him. The sounds he was making. His cock was amazing, she couldn't get enough of it. How she wanted it slamming into her naughty pussy. But she waited. Taking her mouth away from his length for a moment. She jerked him at a good pace. Panting as she ran her tongue over his balls. Her thumb making circles over the head of it. AS she did that, she stopped her mouth and looked up at him. Her eyes calling him in a hypnotizing way.

"Jacob...you have a wonderful cock." She purred and licked it again. Like a sweet lollipop before jerking it a bit quicker. Wanting him to cum in her mouth. Going down on him again, she felt the cum churning in his sac. The pure idea of him cumming egging her on as she brought him in a bit more.

Not yet? Jacob almost whined and asked why not, but then he knew there had to be a really, really good reason for her to put off something that she wanted just as badly as he did. So he sat, not patiently, but he did sit and wait. He watched as Isabelle removed her panties very, very slowly; tantalizingly slowly, so slowly he had to swallow thickly because of all the drool building up in his mouth. Afterwards she just stood there. Looking so cute, so sexy, as he blushed and looked away from him; covering her breasts but leaving her bare pussy to stare at in wonder. Jacob couldn't help but stare, and lick his lips. He wanted to tell her just what he thought about her pussy, and gorgeous body, but before he could respond she was on her knees in front of him. This... This wasn't what he was expecting. Nor what he was hoping for, but it was a pleasant surprise.

He did not expect her to give him this sort of treatment, and he had only been hoping for some sweet and tender loving. This... This was beyond his wildest dreams of erotic. She quickly got to work, and was obviously impressed by his package. Whether she meant it or not didn't matter to Jacob as the look in her eyes told him what she thought about it. Jacob had never really experienced something like this before, a girl wanting to suck on his cock like this. Isabelle wanted to try something kinky, something different.

As she got into it the pleasure that Jacob felt was something else. Her tiny lips, and small mouth made for quite the feeling as she sucked him; as if she was sucking on a piece of fruit or something. Just gentle, delicious sucks that sent pleasure coursing through his body over and over again. Her tiny fingers played with his balls and the part of his cock not in her mouth. She was delicate, but not nervous... It was as if she knew exactly what she wanted to do, but had simply never been allowed to do it before. He couldn't help but sigh and groan a little as he was the recipient of her tireless administration. Jacob was enjoying every minute of the tongue bath she was giving to his cock, and the pre-cum flowed at a steady rate out from his cock in a rush, only to be swallowed up quickly by Isabelle's hungry mouth.

When she spoke to him about his cock, he barely understood her, and only muttered in reply. "Uh huhh..." As a pleasured, glassy look covered his eyes. He quickly felt the oncoming orgasm, his balls tightened in her grasp, and she must've felt it because immediately she was licking the head of his now shuddering and growing cock. The head mushroomed, and throbbed as it prepared to explode in pleasure. Short, but thick waves of pre-cum spilled from the head as Jacob tried his hardest to keep from exploding so soon!

He grunted and shuddered, his hands tightening on the chairs handles as the rest of his body tightened and he tried to keep from exploding.

It was no use though. Isabelle just tried harder, and with a sudden grunt it all came rushing out of him. Jacob pushed his hips upward, and thrust his cock a little further into her mouth as long, thick, white pulses of his cum rushed from his balls, through his cock, and out into her warmly receptive mouth. The pulses brought extreme pleasure coursing through his body, and he grunted with each one of them as his toes and fingers curled and he arched back into the couch. Grunting, and groaning in pleasure with every shudder that ran through his entire body.

Something inside her stirred hearing his grunts and groans of pleasure. A feeling of happiness. She was glad she made him moan like that. Isabelle just wanted to make him feel good. The cum seemed to explode from him. Bursting a few strings into her mouth. Warm and thick. Her eyes clothes slowly as she savored the taste. Salty...but to Isabelle. Sweeter then honey. He seemed to have been holding out for a long time. There were strings after strings. Some seemed to escape from the corner of her mouth. But all in all, she enjoyed the taste for a moment. Then swallowed it. Licking anything she missed sweetly, and affectionately off of his length. Giving him a chance to breath. Placing her hands on his hips. She lifted herself to lean into him and give him a sensual, loving kiss. Nothing too lusty. Even with the want there. It was sweet, and gave him hints at what she was feeling toward him. Slowly stroking him back to his hard on. She cooed sweetly. Kissing his lips ever moment she could. Becoming shy, she looked away.

Her pussy was drenched now. The taste of his cum still in her mouth. It reminded her of what she just did. Making her want to just start rubbing herself there. But she wanted him to do it. Deciding to be cute like she usually was. She sat down on the table and spread her legs a bit. Giving him a fantastic view of her glistening pussy. Her eyes pleading and full of want as she beckoned him over. She needed him. NOW. But wanted to let him decide what to do. Whimpering, she gave him a puppy dog look. While at the same time she rubbed her clit in small circles. But instead, she wanted his touch on her... Seeing him watching her moves intently. She smiled.

"Is it my turn?" she asked cutely and gave him an invitation to come and do what he wanted with her. Though this would be interesting. Saying no one has ever pleased her in such ways. Small shivers ran down her body. Making her moan quietly. The fact that someone may hear them worried her. But at the same time excited her. Rubbing herself a bit more, she smiled at him again. "Don't keep me waiting."

Jacob really could not remember a time when the girl he was fucking, or about to fuck, was this into it. Isabelle was just... Horny. Plain and simple, nothing like the cute girl he had met upstairs in the club or coaxed out of her shell just a few minutes ago outside on the sidewalk. As she sat on the table he stood up with his cock still sticking through the fly in his boxers, and as he walked the half-erect muscle grew to full erection and began bouncing off of his rock solid stomach until he was standing right in front of her. Without even looking down Jacob placed a hand between them as he leaned over to kiss Isabelle passionately; seizing her lips with his own and pressing his tongue inside of her mouth with a growl. Different then his groans earlier; it was more possessive. Now that she had blown off the top of their night (literally) he was ready to take her the way he had wanted to, but different. Before he had wanted to make love to her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, and now he still wanted to make love to her, but he wanted to fuck her too. Not just sweet gentle sex, but a good, lusty fucking.

Both fingers slid into her pussy, but stopped immediately upon finding her flower blocking the way.

"You, you're a... Virgin?" He whispered softly, and immediately all thoughts of fucking left his mind. He was going to make love to Isabelle, and whisper all of those sweet nothings.

Her blushing nod made him smile warmly. Carefully he took her chin and lightly he kissed her. Once on the lips, then her chin, and then on the side of her jaw. Lightly he brushed his lips down her throat and over her right breast; stopping briefly to nibble on the very tip. Down and down he went, kissing, licking, scraping his teeth on her soft skin and brushing his lips across the warm pathway leading to her pretty little pussy. Lightly he circled it with his tongue, before licking directly into the sweet core and over the tiny nub atop it. He kissed it, and licked again. Slowly sucking the erect little nub into his mouth as his tongue pushed inside of her virgin lips and rubbed against her flower that had yet to be broken. One of his hands, in the meantime, stretched to lightly squeeze and flip the tips of her breast. While the other slid over her belly, pressing her back down softly onto the table so that whenever she tried to look up she would simply fall back down softly onto the table.

Jacob breathed deeply, and then let out a loud, long, growl from his chest as he began to nibble and suckle on the very center of Isabelle's pleasure, where it was nestled just above her cute little pussy lips.

Isabelle would much rather them make love. It was more gentle and sweet. She was just..as he thought. Horny. And it was all new to her. So she wanted to make it last. And make it exciting. But once he realized she was never properly deflowered. Her face flushed and she sheepishly nodded. It was true. Sure, men tried to get under her skirt...But she would never let them. Isabelle could never trust anyone. But it was quite off that she could trust her arch enemy. At least he was supposed to be. But not during whatever was happening now. Sides, mafia, killing, it didn't matter. Right at that moment. That was their sanctuary. Away from worrying about all the others. Having to loo toward him as he lifted her chin. She accepted his kiss with warmness and affection. All she really wanted was this moment with him. Not just the sex. This was her first time though! It had to be with someone special. And they were under very special..rules. Of course she knew pleasure. All girls should know it somehow. But never like what he was about to do to her.

With his lips trailing down her body, she blushed more. Sighing in a pleasured manner and panting slowly. Her body spasmed a bit feeling his tongue against her sex. Her head tilted back into a long moan. Feeling his lick her clit teasingly, as his fingers played with her. His tongue soon finding it's way inside of her. The thoughts and feeling of it made her writhe with ecstasy. IT was wonderful. Never in her entire life would she achieved this feeling. Not by herself, or with anyone different.

"Jacob..Jacob.." His name escaped her lips in low whispered. He pushed her back onto the table. The cold sending a ping down her spine. But that was when the fun began. His mouth simulated her sweet pleasing nub. Making her see little stars as she arched her back. Almost screaming. It was amazing. Nothing like it could ever be felt. Her knuckles turned white as she moaned his name out more and more. "P-P-Please..more.."

Jacob had known he was going to need to hold her still, but not this much! Both of his hands were quickly placed on her belly to keep the rest of her from squirming off the table or out of his grasp. He pulled her close; pressing the lips of his mouth firmly against the lips of her pussy, in his tongue went, again and again, pulling out mouthfuls of sweet nectar that he drank with relish. Isabelle's tiny clitoris swelled in his mouth, he could feel it throbbing and growing larger the more her touched it or swirled his tongue around against the flower that throbbed inside of her pussy. She simply would not calm down. There was nothing he could do that did not send her quivering and wiggling across the metal table. With a grin, an idea came to him, and his hands dug into her sides slightly; tickling her, but making his hold much more firm.

Then carefully, but with a bit of pressure; he bit her clitoris. Not with any intent of ripping it off, but with intent of giving her the pleasure she was screaming for, and for a second he thought that he had hurt her instead of made her feel good. Instead Isabelle was taking a huge breath in order to scream as her orgasm washed over her. The trembles that began racing through her body suddenly were without a doubt the most powerful things she had ever felt. Now there was no way for Jacob to hold her down, and he did the only thing he could think of, quickly sliding up her body and laying on top of her; placing his cock directly at the entrance of her spasming pussy.

But he did not press forward. Instead he waited for Isabelle to look him in the eyes with her own clear and not fogged by pleasure. "I think," He said softly, "We've fallen in love, my dear."

Then with a small hunch of his hips Jacob pressed the head of his cock directly against, and then through her hymen. It broke quickly and easily thanks to the prodding it had received earlier. He was only halfway inside of her when he heard a squeak of discomfort and immediately he stopped; breathing heavily at the exquisite feeling of her tight velvety insides. "You okay?" He breathed, as he pushed even slower, and she seemed to be okay until he reached three-quarters. That was when it really started hurting apparently. With a smile he kissed her lips and held still. Letting her get accustomed to his presence before slowly drawing out, and then making his first thrust inside of her. He did not even try to go beyond that three-quarters, instead he just pushed inside of her softly until he could tell he was almost too deep before pulling out, and doing it again. Leaning forward he kissed just below her ear, and then whispered inside of it.

"I love every little thing about you Isabelle. Your precious little laugh. The way you are so shy, and so bold at the same time. The way you... Trusted me, with all of this, with you... With everything... I have nothing to give you like what you have given me, but... I can give you my heart, and everything within it. Somehow... We'll make it work. I promise."

His hands dug into her sides to tickle her. TICKLE HER! She had been tickled so much as a little girl and hated it. But since it was him, she didn't mind too much. Moaning, and laughing at the same time. She felt herself on edge. But the moment, his bit down hard enough to make her orgasm like that. She really did see stars. Taking in a gasp she let out a cry that probably everyone could hear. But thank God they didn't. She came so hard. Harder then she expected. When that moment of pure bliss finally ended. She had to keep her sides from hurting by breathing in slowly. Looking up at him, she braced herself for what he was about to do.

But nothing prepared her for what he said.

Her eyes widened a bit. It had happened. The two of them had really fallen in love. Everything was going to become so much harder. But Isabelle did not deny it. She was in love with this man. This enemy. Who knows what brought them together. But it wasn't going to be easy. Not being able to speak. She slowly nodded. Her eyes telling him everything he wanted to hear. Soon, he pressed into her. Breaking her in quite quickly. IT hurt like hell for a moment. But biting her lip and bearing it, she was fine. Seeing him and the affection in his eyes was enough to keep her mind off of it. Smiling through her discomfort she nodded. He pushed in farther. And at first nothing really bothered her. But a squeak came from her mouth. It was going to hurt even more if he pushed in anymore. She would grin and bear it. But being the sweet gentleman he was, he stopped and waited. Letting her get used to it.

Jacob leaned down to whisper in her ear. Telling her things she had always wanted to hear. Something she wanted a man to love her for. He really was something. Wrapping her arms around his bare back for a moment, she just listened to him, the sound of his breathing. She inhaled his scent and just closed her eyes. He told her it would work. And she prayed it would..She would do anything.

"Jacob...You make me want to stop this game..this whole thing with my family.." She would stop it to be with him.. "You are everything I could ask for..I just wish it were under better circumstances." With a slight laugh she just sighed. "Please..make it work...I don't want to be selfish. But until I found you. I never realized how alone I was...Stay with me." Not in a weird way she said that. She was saying it in the most affectionate and deep way. What was the point of all of this..if she could never see him. They were in love. Or had started falling in love for pete's sake!

With a gentle smile Jacob nodded his head. "Yea, me too," He whispered softly before giving a little groan as his cock swelled and throbbed inside of Isabelle. He wanted to be with her for a very long time and for a brief mind his moment went forwards to trying to figure out how the hell he was going to make this work, or how the hell they could make it work together. Right away... It seemed impossible, but he decided that was because it was hard to think when there was someone so beautiful, so delicate, so sexy right in front of him. Hunching slightly; he droves his hips forward to sink inside of Isabelle some more and kiss her lightly on the lips. Twice more he kissed her, before sliding his lips to the side and gently he fell into a rhythm of making soft, gentle love to her tiny body and tight little pussy. Upon her ears he whispered sweet nothings while concentrating almost entirely upon the feelings that centered around the head of his dick as it was tightly squeezed, milked, and rubbed by the fresh insides of Isabelle that not another soul in the world had once touched.

"I don't know how Isabelle, but I'll make it happen. Together we'll find a way to always be together. As long as we're happy, until the very end. I will stay right by your side, no matter what happens. I... Ungh, promise."

The grunt came because of a sudden squeeze that Jacob felt, and it sent a sharp bolt of pleasure coursing through his body before it burst into fireworks behind his eyes. It felt gooood. Shivering, he continued his slow and steady thrusting. Kissing her ear gently, then licking it as he told her just how much he already loved her. Never before could he have imagined himself saying such things after knowing a girl for one night! Yet, there he was doing exactly that.

"I feel like... I've known you, forever Isabelle, and that this... It's just, natural. It's perfect. You are perfect."

The last three words dripped like sweet sugarcane from his mouth and into her ear as he lowered his head and gingerly nibbled on the side of Isabelle's neck. He could feel her reacting to both his gentle thrusts and tender assaults upon her neck, she was so cute! So incredibly sexy! He couldn't believe his luck at finding someone who was both things at the same time, and someone who knew just how hard his life was too. With a violent shiver he suddenly breathed, "God. You're so fucking sexy." He really did not mean to say that, but it just came out! So he blushed, and looked away; softly kissing her shoulder as he continued to thrust lightly. Wondering how she'd feel about the cruder language he'd used.