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Salvatore sat silent as he listened to Arianna's reasoning against a loveless marriage, the desire not to be abused or kept in a cage. As her confession unfolded however he looked at her with sincere eyes as she took her time to express her feelings, knowing who she was talking about. He couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart, and it took all his power to maintain composure. When she finally finished he looked to her and found himself sliding his hand to find her's as his mind raced to decide what to say? Will he confide in her is feelings that extended far beyond lust? Could he be sure that it was truly love and not simply infatuation?

"You're right. I am a rogue and a scoundrel, and not fit to rule a noble house." he began, clearing his throat as he tried to think up what to say next

"I am just a sword for hire…but if that is truly what you feel, I will make sure no harm will ever come to you and that your freedom will be honored and protected. So in short may I ask you…would you be the Francesca to my Paolo?" he asked her
 
She looked at him with wide eyes and then smiled, leaning forward. "Yes," she murmured then leaned forward, kissing him. She closed her eyes, her hand stroking his cheek and then her hands moving to clasp behind his neck. She drew back after a moment and then looked up at him. Feeling tears in her eyes. "You really are a Eogue Salvatore but I have faith in you. S much faith and trust...." She murmured then kissed him again, curling into him and laying her head upon his chest, one hand moving to rest against his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath. She closed her eyes, sinking into his warmth, enjoying the feeling of comfort. She only ever felt comfort in his arms. Especially now with her father gone. She had no one else. Only him and to lose him would kill her.

"I still think we should go to Lucrezia. I know she had a horrid reputation but I know her. They are rumors. She is a good woman....I promise...." She looked at him. "Medici has made himself my defacto guardian and he isn't going to let me leave."
 
Salvatore slowly closed his eyes as he accepted her kiss. He cocked his head to the side to lock lips with her's passionately as he felt her hand clasp behind his head, and he lost himself in her warm embrace, his arms gently wrapping around her hips as she curled into him. The kiss wasn't long…neither was there any tongue yet, but the brief affection was special. When she broke the kiss he paused to catch his breath.

"So milady…do you suggest that we sneak off to the Duke of Ferrara tonight, or do you want me to act as messenger for Signora Lucrezia?" he asked as he ran a hand through her soft dark locks.
 
"Leave. The longer I stay here, the more I believe that Medici will try and tighten his hold upon me. We need to disappear....of course, after we arrive,I will writ e him, explaining my motives but he won't stop until he gets what he wants. A large dowry would look quite fine in his bank would it not?" She asked then sighed and looked at him. "The sooner we get to Lucrezia the better. I know you don't think so, but I trust her judgement and her personal experience. I will be safest there. She happens to loathe the Orsini clan."

She smiled gently at him then kissed his lips gently. "I should go rest. Come to my bedchamber tonight when you are prepared. We should just share your horse. I will pack a spare gown and hopefully we reach Ferrera quickly. We need only travel through Bologna to reach it..." She took a deep breath and then stood. "Agreed?"
 
"Agreed" Salvatore replied. He would have to make arrangements with his men as soon as possible. They would have to leave the Medici estate as soon as possible since the Medici would not be very happy to discover Arianna missing, and would no doubt question Salvatore's men if they stayed here. Yet if they all left at once it would only rouse suspicion, making it that much harder for Salvatore and Arianna to make their escape.

"You had best get packed then. I'll meet you tonight as we have agreed upon, but I have to make arrangements with my men. They can't remain her for long if we mean to escape. However until we see each other tonight…here" he said as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers passionately, slowly slipping his tongue in. After kissing her with smoldering passion for a few moments he broke the seal of their lips.

"Now I must go. Pack only what you need" he said, before standing up and walking away to speak with Adso
 
She watched him go after getting one of the best kisses of her life and then he was going to speak with his men. She made her way back to the room Medici had leant to her and then shut the door. Arianna gave a soft prayer that all would go as planned and that they could make it out without issue. With her ankle protesting, she sank down on the trunk at the foot of her bed and just prayed for the best.

Arianna ate dinner with Signore Medici before retiring. No one seemed the wiser. Once upstairs in her room, she quickly packed a simple gown and cloak. Good thing she was in mourning. The black would keep her well hidden. She dressed in something more appropriate for travel and boots instead of slippers. Once all laced up and her hair braided, she sat on the bed and just waited for Salvatore.
 
Salvatore met with Adso and told him to order the men to slowly leave the Medici compound in smaller groups of 5 throughout the day. That would be inconspicuous enough. All but ten were to regroup with the rest of his troops that weren't stationed at the D'Angelo estate at the time of the attack…where they were was Salvatore's secret. The other 10 riders will meet them outside of Florence for their journey to Ferrera. Adso will lead the garrison in his absence.

That night he softly knocked on Arianna's door, dressed all in black. His horse was already mounted in the stable. All will be well as long as the two were not discovered
 
She slipped off the bed, grabbing her bag and the few possession she now had thanks to the fire. Mostly jewels that she could sell for monies if need be and a single gown. Putting her cloak on, she walked to the door, peaking out to see Salvatore and then slipping from the room and taking his arm. Her heart was pounding as she grabbed hold of him, offering soft prayers that they wouldn't be discovered. Over and over again she prayed and then gave him a gentle smile before letting him take the lead. She remained quiet, absolutely without sound except for the soft footsteps on the wooden floors. She knew Medici had guards and could only hope they didn't roam the same halls they did. Even if it was not illegal for her to leave, Medici would hardly allow her to disappear with her fsther's hired mercenary.
 
He took her hand gently before leading her out of the room and through the halls. Thankfully he knew full well how to be clandestine, so the two clung to the shadows whenever possible, slinking into a dimly lighted passage or cloister whenever a guard made his round. Before long they were at the stables…however their escape was threatened by a armed guardsman with a partisan. Turning to Arianna, he held his index finger his lips to gesture for her to be quiet and slowly snuck behind the guard. Like a leaping tiger he clasped is hand over the man's mouth and rendered him unconscious with an elbow to the back of his head. He than picked him up and carried him over his shoulder, picking up the pole arm with his other hand and signaled Arianna to follow him.

After dumping his burden in a pile of hay he clasped his hands together to let Arianna mount up first. When the Medici will find the passed out guard in the hay they would probably attribute it to drinking. Once the duo mounted the black steed they swiftly made there escape, bribing the keeper of the city gate to let them out.

"We are out now milady. We will have an 8 hour headstart on them at least" he said as he rode to join his men.
 
It had probably been the most intense few minutes of their life. All the hiding and fear of discovery. Her ankle protested but she hadn't uttered any complaint. And now they were free. At his words, she smiled. "We'll that is good then because we should reach Ferrara by midday tomorrow if to before. It is a half a day's journey during the day. I have visited there a few times...." She took a deep breath. "All will be well...." She said then curled into him.

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Lucrezia Borgia watched the gate as riders approached. She didn't recognize any of their colors and they looked more like mercenaries than they did men belonging to a certain house. She stepped from the window and then made her way downstairs. At twenty three she had been married three times and had been wed to her newest husband for almost a year and without any sort of child. Her husband was an amiable man but he was also disappointed that she had not born him a son yet. It would happen eventually she supposed and did not mind if it it didn't happen quickly. Especially since she had taken a lover.

As she came into the yard of the palazzo, she watched a guard approach.

"Milady....a woman named Arianna D'Angelo is asking for hospitality..."

Recognition flashed in the eyes of Lucrezia and she nodded. "Allow her in. The men as well..." She said then stood in waiting. As the men entered, she saw Arianna looking more than. A little pale and dressed in black. The news of her father's death had come last evening and it only fueled Lucrezia's hatred of the entire Orsini bunch. She approached and smiled as Arianna slipped from the horse and Lucrezia was quick to embrace her.

"Ah Arianna....I am glad to see you in fine health. I had worried when we received word of your dear father's murder. Those Orsini men....bastards and whoresons one and all." She kissed her forehead in sisterly affection and then looked at her keeper, eyes widening in recognition once more. "My my. Signore. The last I saw of you, you were working for my father. And now you care for Arianna and her needs?" She smiled then looked at Arianna again.

"Signore Salvatore has been doing a fantastic job in protecting me milady...." Arianna spoke, glancing at him then looking at her. "I came in hopes of getting sanctuary. Medici wants my dowry and was determined to marry me to men in his pocket. I knew you would not do such a thing...."

"We may discuss later. Do come in. I will have my kitchen make a fine meal for your men and you. Signore...I imagine you wish to escort your mistress...and I will have rooms prepared. I am sure your men will find good beds in our barracks. It is large. Come in....both of you...." Moshe urged with a sole then turned and walked inside. Arianna took Salvatore's hand, walking in with him, letting Lucrezia lead them to a fine solar, ordering servants before shutting the door so they could speak in private.
 
Salvatore rode his mount through the gates of the Ferrera estate when they were granted access, his men shuffling in behind him as they made for the stables to dock their horses. He first dismounted before helping Ariana off the saddle, gently setting her down on her feet before tying the reigns to the post. When he saw Lucrezia greet his mistress he stood aside to allow the two women to reunite. When Lucrezia's speech was directed to him he smiled at her small japes and replied in turn.

"Yes, I seem to have remembered you when I was in your father's service, however me and my band left in search of better prospects. It was just business, nothing personal. The Borgias always tended to be a bit frugal when it came to paying men at arms…and we couldn't help being attracted by the prospect of a fat Florentine purse." he returned. He was polite as he could be. Although Arianna trusted her, he did not. All Borgias were the same to him, and his mistress' trust for her late handmaid almost cost her her life.

To their hostess' remark about 'taking care of her needs, he responded curtly.

"The reputation of me and my men have been ruined since the death of our patron. What good are hired swords if they can't protect the hand that feeds them. Besides abandoning a lady is rather craven, even for this mercenaries black heart"

When the two were finally ushered into their room he opened the door to make sure nobody was could listen in on them, than locked it.

"Signora, you've had a long and hard trip, and no doubt you'd need some rest. If you'd like I can take my leave and if you'd need my assistance you only need to summon me" he offered, taking off his black hat that was dusted brown from the long day's ride.
 
Arianna watched him check the door and then bit her bottom lip. "You don't have to go...." She said gently then flushed. "Besides, this roomis just a solar. She is probably airing out a couple of bedchambers. Or at least ordering them aired out. Please..." She grabbed his hand and took it. "Don't leave me just yet." She looked at him. "I know you don't trust her nd you probably think I have a terrible sense of judgement but Guilla wasn't necessarily my friend and a lot of things she did I didn't agree with. Yes she was my confidante but it is different with Lucrezia..." She whispered then stood, brushing her fingers through her hair. "I am safer here than I am in any convent. I swear it," she said then gazed at him.

"Trust me..." She leaned up and kissed him slowly before drawing back, feeling that warmth slip through her and then she kissed hm again. "Trust me mi amore...." She whispered then heard a knock at the door and Lucrezia's voice.

"I have some food with me for you to eat while rooms are prepared," her voice sounded.
 
Salvatore was about to offer protest until her lips bet his. He had to admit that he was craving that from her. He kissed back softly as her warm lips slowly synchronized with his, his lips lingering slightly as she broke the kiss. Momentarily disappointed he opened his eyes right at the moment when the words 'mi amore' were uttered from her lips, before she surprised him with another kiss.

At that his heart was set. He knelt down to her level and allowed his hands to caress up her hips and sides. His fingers gently tangled themselves in her soft brunette locks as his other hand rested on her thigh as his tongue slipped past her lips. A muffled groan passed as there tongues danced together in the heated embrace after many moments, before he freed himself to catch his breath, his lips opting to assault her neck with many tender kisses. The hand that rested against her thigh slowly crept up her abdomen and was about to feel her full bosom until he heard the knock at the door. Lucrezia. Damn her. He sighed as he unraveled himself from her.

"Later perhaps Arianna" he whispered in her ear before getting up to answer the door.

"Pardon me signora…my lady took a nasty fall a few days ago, and I was just about to inspect her ankle when you came" he said, trying to find an excuse for locking the door.
 
Arianna sank back down trying to hide her disappointment and then put on a smile as servants entered with an array of fruits, cheeses and bread. Once all was placed, Lucrezia smiled. "After you eat, both of you can look forward to a long hot bath and some rest and tomorrow we will sort out this business. After all, I want to understand the entire situation to better help. And explain your presence to my husband. I doubt he will say much. And we shan't be hearing him for a few more days at least since he is visiting Bologna and trying to make some investments. A terribly boring business. Glad I am not part of it..."

Lucrezia was a woman who perhaps appeared to be dull witted but her eyes were sharp and her mind was keen. She rarely let on how she truly felt except to her strictest confidences. Once she had been innocent but life as her father's pawn and three marriages had taken that innocence. And nothing worse than Papal court intrigue. Even if she held no love for her husband, Alfonso was a good man, powerful and separated from Rome. As far of a separation as she would ever have. Arianna still held that innocence and Lucrezia nearly envied her for it. "Now...eat...eat." She urged and Arianna picked at the food.

"Your husband will have no issue?" Arianna asked and Lucrezia shook her head.

"I very much doubt it. Now...do you know who your guardian is?"

"No. My best guess is my French uncle but Medici sent word asking to overtake my guardianship...I'm not twenty-five yet so unless I elope...well I don't have any sort of freedom. I just wanted to escape before Medici forced me into an arrangement I didn't want..." She took a deep breath and then looked down, eating a little more before setting the plate aside.

"I see. Well you are most welcome here. You and the men serving you." She glanced at Salvatore and then looked at Arianna.

Once the rooms were prepped, Arianna was glad for the hot bath and when she was dressed down for bed, she glanced at the room separating herself and Salvatore. She had been placed in a bedchamber that had a shared antechamber with another bedchamber.one that was being used by Salvatore. For closeness, Lucrezia had said but Arianna was sure that Lucrezia saw the connection between them. Making sure the antechamber was locked and secured, she walked to the door of Salvatore's room and knocked gently. She was in a simple shift and robe, her hair loose and dry and her skin luminous.

"Salvatore?" She asked through the wood.
 
After both he and Arianna had their fill of the food that was provided for them, they were lead to separate bathhouses to cleanse themselves after their long and trying journey. As much as Salvatore would've liked nothing more than to slip into the warm water and feel his aches soothe away, he elected to bathe himself quickly, his duo of deadly blades always within arm's reach. Once he clothed himself he made his way to the barracks where his men were being housed, and pulled aside Nicoletto, a stout youth of 18 years.

"I need you to keep an eye of what is going on around here, specifically correspondence. I don't want any letter to leave these grounds without first reading it myself. Be careful…anybody who serves Lucrezia Borgia or any man she decides to bed is not to be trusted" Salvatore whispered to his man, who replied with a curt nod. He was back from the barracks by the time Arianna finished her bath, and was once again lead to their rooms that were adjoined by the antechamber. That served him well enough. Should he need to jump to his mistress's defense, he would be in close proximity to her…or so he told himself. He had other reasons to favor being so close to Arianna.

He took off his black hat, cloak, and laid down on his bed after unsheathing his knife and hiding it under his pillow. He and the pope himself had that in common, he was sure of it. It was moments later that he heard the knock on his door, and made his way over to open it. Seeing Arianna in nothing but a shift and gown was a pleasing sight to him.

"Arianna…how may I help you?" he asked her smiling
 
She blushed then entered the bedchamber, shutting the door behind her. "I was....I was wondering if I could perhaps stay with you tonight. I haven't really been alone since father was killed. I fainted the first time and was hovered over. Then last night we rode and I don't think I slept more than a wink. I know you are exhausted...and this is probably me being selfish but I'm terrified...." She took a deep breath then lowered her gaze. "I don't want to be alone. It is irrational to think that Orsini is going to come not my bedchamber or that Medici would send his men to take me when the gates of Ferrera are so thick but I'm still scared. I feel like such a child Salvatore..." She wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.

Her soft form molded against him and she closed her eyes. "I don't have any sort of real world experience, I have no home....I feel like a child thrust out into the world and with no way to sort it out. No place to truly go....and I have to wonder what had caused my father to agree to Orsini's blackmail. What could the man possibly have hanging over father's head," she sighed. "Women nor into merchant houses or peasantry are probably smarter than I am when it comes to the world outside my father's gates."
 
Salvatore welcomed her into his arms and kissed her forehead. He honestly felt for her, and wanted to comfort her somehow. His fingers gently tangled in her soft hair and kneaded her head soothingly as his lips planted another kiss on her forehead.

"Don't worry, I understand. I'd welcome your company as well" he said smiling as he slowly untangled his fingers from her hair and moved out of her grasp, going over to the bed and fluffing up the pillow to lay her head on…and removing the knife from underneath it. Setting it on the nightstand, he pulled back the covers to invite her in.

"Is your ankle well?" he asked her
 
She shrugged. "A little pained but nothing to terrible," she moved toward the bed and him then reached up, stroking his jaw. "Thank you Salvatore. I don't know what condition I would be in if not for you...." She felt the air thicken as she touched him and then she leaned up, kissing him gently before drawing back and stroking his cheek. She sank down onto the bed and then looked at him. She reached for him, her hands spanning his chest and then his waist. "Have you ever loved anyone Salvatore? Truly loved them. Not a parent or a sibling but a woman. Loved her with all your heart and body and soul. It's a crazy thing, loving someone so completely, knowing how much it would destroy you if they loved another or were lost to you. It's how I feel. As though my life is nothing without you in it. Would you marry me Salvatore?" She asked, looking up at him. "Is love enough for a marriage mi amore? Or is it only enough for lovers...."
 
His eyes grew wide as she asked him that question. It than dawned on him that despite sharing the bed of many a woman, he did not truly love them. As she reached up and ran her hands over his chest and waist he sat down beside her.

"Truth is, I have never loved anyone. My parents were killed by brigands when I was 10, than I was taken in by a fencing master who taught me my trade. I than joined up with a mercenary company, and although I was promoted and earned plenty of money, I've seen too many of my friends die. Life taught me not to get attached to anybody" he said…but than he took her hand

"I care for you…I really do, and perhaps it is love. I really hope it is. But I don't know if I can marry you until we are both sure of it. However I promise that I'll be your protecter, confidant…and if you desire a lover" he said as he kissed her lips gently, slowly laying her out before him and beginning to kiss her with smoldering passion.

(Do you want to have the first lovemaking scene or move on?)
 
(First scene I think. Seems like quite a passionate moment)

She was certain of it and she knew she could convince him to wed her. Deep in her heart, she knew he did and she would be determined to convince him. As he kissed her, she moaned gently and her hands moved up, her fingers tangling in his hair before she turned away to breathe. "Make love to me mi amore. Show me how it is between a man and a woman....teach me...." She whispered then kissed him again, closing her eyes and kissing him with full fervor. Perhaps being tired had something to do with her inhibitions being somewhat loosened but she desired him, wanted him and while they would probably be forbidden to mate in social circumstances, given his birth to hers, she didn't care. He was hers, she was his and her body was his to mold, like sculptor's vlay. To touch and sculpt and teach.

Her lips moved over his, her fingers tugging on his shirt to pull it off, breaking the kiss to dispose of the shirt before she began to kiss him again. "Please mi amore," she begged then kissed him again, pressing her body against him, urging silently for more.
 
Salvatore kissed back after she removed his shirt, groaning slightly as the kiss heated up. He ran his fingers under the light fabric of her shift and slowly inched it up her legs, his palms caressing her gorgeous legs and hips. He eventually removed the garment completely, leaving her in all her glory. His eyes ran over her beautiful body in approval as his hand caressed her abdomen and gently cupped her full breast. He gently kissed her lips before getting up to remove his pants. Before long his body was completely naked for her viewing pleasure, the rippling sinews of muscle apparent. Those were not the only muscles that were impressive…his large manhood was partially aroused, slowly stirring at the sight of her.

Salvatore rejoined his lover in the bed, throwing the blankets aside as he hovered over her, his hands providing gentle caresses over her as he kissed her lips once more.

"I'll teach you…but first I want you to relax and let me take care of you for a while" he said as he assaulted her neck with kisses, than allowing them to trail down her neck and to her breasts. Looking up to her he gently kissed the nipple of her right breast, his tongue slowly coming out to lick at it teasingly. His hands soothingly messaged up and down her sides as he began to suck on it gently, enjoying the taste of her warm and soft flesh.
 
She flushed as he undressed her and when he undressed completely, her eyes took in every part of him, including the appendage hanging between her legs. She moaned as he moved to the bed and started to kiss her. She kissed him back, her body growing warmer with every stroke, every touch. As his mouth descended, she moaned and her eyes peaked open, watching his descent. Her eyes met his as he took her breast in her mouth and moaned, biting her bottom lip. Her hands gripped the sheets but she didn't stop watching him as he made love to her breast. The nipple became hard and peaked and the heat he created went from her breast to her core.

In between her legs grew hot and throbbing and she moaned, breaking eye contact with him and bringing her hands up to grip his hair. Her entire body quite receptive to his mouth and touch.
 
Grinning as he felt her fingers weave through his hair, his lips let go of her breast with a slightly plop before he moved across to give her other breast the same treatment. After sucking on her breast to his heart's content he trailed his kisses down her toned abdomen, once in a while allowing the underside of his tongue to lap downwards as he came to her hips. He gently lifted one of her legs up and draped it over his shoulder, before planting a tender kiss upon her heated core, and slithering his tongue within her.

His tongue lapped within her slowly at first for many minutes, his groan of approval sending pleasurable vibrations into her as he orally pleasured her. Feeling her fingers still clutching his hair, he soon found her sensitive clitoris with his tongue, and began to lap at it rapidly, shaking his head around as his tongue darted all over the place within her. He loved the taste of her, and he loved the sounds of her pleasured moans as the flat of his tongue cradled her sensitive pearl gently, his lips skillfully pursing to tug at it carefully.
 
She was almost certain that the way he used his mouth upon her was sin. But a sin she wouldn't mind repeating. His mouth was talented and coaxing her to writhe and moan. She forced her hips to remain still as she could as he dipped his tongue into her sex and her hands tugged on his hair. She sat up a little and watched him then moaned gently. "Oh Salvatore," she smiled and moaned again, feeling her body getting hotter and hotter. Every time his tongue moved over that sensitive flesh, she groaned and had to lay back, gripping the pillow beneath her as a means to anchor her to the bed. The tension within her built and built, her inner walls tightening and then she felt her body explode with heat and sensation.

She cried out loudly, her entire body shuddering and her inner muscles spasming about his tour, flooding with her essence. Stars seemed to dance before her eyes and an aching need for more overcame her. "Salvatore....oh please...." She begged. For what she didn't know but he seemed to know.
 
Salvatore chuckled softly as he felt her writhe under him and tug at his hair. He had plenty of practice with this special kiss…but he particularly enjoyed pleasuring her. As she sat up to look at him he smiled and reached up with one hand to cradle her cheek as his tongue wriggled and lapped within her hungrily. As his tongue began to pick up the pace in licking and slurping at her sensitive pearl he felt her lay back down on the bed to writhe and cry out loudly in pleasure. She was close, he knew it.

Once her climax came he shook his head about as he slurped within her with plenty of gusto, providing an intense ending to her first orgasm…one that she would remember. Once she began to come down from her first experience he slowly pulled his tongue out of her, planting a few tender kisses along her abdomen as he crawled alongside her. Salvatore reclined beside Arianna and draped an arm over her hips, kissing her shoulder gently.

"Did you enjoy it mi amore?" he asked her softly
 
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