(Chapter 12)
Count to Six.
The flight to Florence had been interesting. That is, if you called trying to stop an angry Italian lesbian from tearing an airport security guard's tongue out interesting.
The drama had begun when Zabina's piercings had triggered an oversensitive metal detector at LAX. Normally not a big issue, but the security guard had jokingly suggested that Zabi should prove that she had her nipples pierced.
Alex was fairly sure the loud tirade of Italian swear words that followed would still be echoing around the terminal when they made the return trip.
It had taken several glasses of complementary wine and Alex's suggestion of 'mile high' sex to calm the angry Zabina down.
Then of course there was the connecting flight at Gatwick. You would have thought that the number of overly sensitive metal detectors in the world would be limited, but apparently the gods of air travel were conspiring against them. This time a female security guard wanted to perform a strip search.
Instead of the normal river of angry words, Zabina had looked the security guard in the eyes and begun to unbutton her blouse at the bust check point.
Alex wondered just how far Zabina would have gone, if she hadn't managed to persuade the panic struck guard to let them pass.
Finally, they had arrived at Florence Airport, or as Zabina called it
Aeroporto di Firenze-Peretola.
Alex was excited at the prospect of being in another country, and to see where Zabina's extended family lived, as it was her first time in Italy. Although to be exact, it was her first time outside the States. She wasn't sure what to expect when they passed through the arrivals section, but it wasn't what was waiting for them.
There was no queuing up at the immigration, instead they passed through a VIP area and straight past the customs area. There were no overzealous guards. In fact, several officials rushed over to help the two ladies with their luggage, and buzzed around them as if they were royalty. A few paparazzi photographers even tried to take pictures of them as they crossed the concourse, but they were rapidly dissuaded by the gathered airport officials. They stepped out of the airport building and straight in to a long black Mercedes with blacken windows. The second the door closed behind them the luxury car was pulling away, and Alex was surprised to see their luggage was being loaded in to a different car.
"Wow." She finally said. "This isn't how I thought things would be."
Zabina stretched out on the pale grey leather seats smiling happily. "That is because you are used to America, Alex baby." She told her. "This it Italy. More importantly this is Tuscany. The Vitelli family have lived here since before the Renaissance. My ancestors were close friends of the Medici family, and are very respected here. I suppose I could have warned you, but I still like to surprise you now and then."
Alex partly wondered if Zabina was exaggerating, she had never known her to have that trait before, and now she was surprised that there were still things she didn't know about Zabina.
As they drove through the city, Zabi pointed out items of interest, giving Alex a run down on the history on each building or monument. Alex remained silent, apart from a few gasps of wonder at the beauty of the structures.
"I should have brought you here a long time ago Alex." Zabina told her as they passed out of the city and in to the open countryside. "I always knew you would love my home."
The tone of Zabina's voice tore Alex's attention away from the scenery and towards her lover. They had always referred to their apartment as 'home,' but for Alex to hear that phrase about somewhere she had never been stirred a slight sense of sorrow in her.
"Do you miss being here?" Alex asked, partly not wanting to hear the reply.
An understanding smile graced Zabina's lips. "Alex my love, my home is anywhere you are, but this place is where my blood comes from, and I will always yearn to return."
Alex scooted from her position by the window to sit next to Zabina. "You know I love you with all my heart Zabi." She told her lover. "I just want you to know that my home is anywhere you are as well."
The pair of golden hazel eyes burned holes in to Alex's soul as Zabi gazed longingly at her. "I just love how sensitive you are Alexandria Rowe. I would trade all this just to keep you by my side."
"I love that you want to share your home with me Zabina Vitelli. And I always want to be by your side." Alex replied happily and nuzzled in to the skin of Zabina's perfumed neck.
"That's good to hear baby." Zabi whispered as her finger began to toy with the buttons of Alex's pale blue silk blouse. "I wonder if I have time to get you naked before we reach the house?"
"Limo sex again?" Alex gasped as Zabi's hand slipped inside her bra to fondle an already aroused nipple.
"Why not?" Zabi asked. "Can't get too much of a good thing."
It never ceased to amaze Alex at just how fast Zabina's hands could move when it came to removing clothing. One minute she could be fully dressed, the next Zabi's hands were playing their symphony of disrobing, and Alex would be in her underwear before she could object. If she didn't know better, she would swear Zabi sprouted several extra hands in the process.
Not that Alex minded of course. If there was one thing she enjoyed in this life, it was being undressed by her wild lover.
She cried in ecstasy as Zabi's teeth nipped at her skin while those dexterous fingers brushed over the flesh of her inner thigh before teasing the folds of sensitive skin that glistened with her arousal.
"I remember a time not so long ago where you had me in a similar position." Zabi breathed in her ear, pausing only to flick at Alex's earlobe with her tongue.
