Luigi had finally gotten off his rather eventful shift--- it left him a bit stressed out.

He decides that he
wanted to unwind, but he didn't want to be alone. He waits until it was late enough so he could safely
sneak over to RED. Luigi climbs up to the window of Bonnie's room and lightly knocks at her window,
feeling rather awkward as his big feet were barely being supported by the ledge below him. He
couldn't help but grin to greet her.

Bonnie jolts and looks up towards the window, surprised out of her reading. A book
labeled "Italian for Beginners" sits open on the bed, along with a pad and paper
as she takes notes. Adjusting her reading glasses, she grins upon recognizing
Luigi. She stands and quickly hurries over, pulling the window open as quietly as
she can. "Luigi," she whispers with a small laugh, "What are you doing over here?
Don't you know what time it is?"

Luigi leans in close to her. "Well, I thought it would be fun to visit you-- it is not like being out late ever
stopped you--- yes?" He still grins. "Can I come in?" He raises a brow, tilting his head to the side a bit,
trying to play off some sort of innocence.

"Don't you know how terribly rude it is to intrude in a lady's room?" Bonnie smirks
at him before moving back to let him inside. "Hurry, before somebody sees you.
I'm surprised you're even here--I thought some of my...harsher teammates would
have worried you too much to come and see me."

"Ehh- I snuck over here-- eh- you know. To give you that painting." He climbs inside her window, closing
the glass behind himself. "Thank God-- I don't know how long that ledge could have supported my
huge weight." He places both hands on his stomach as if he had some sort of massive gut... which he
most certainly did not have.

Bonnie snickers and shakes her head, giving his arm a gentle shove. "You're so
opposite of huge, don't even try that..." She makes her way back across the room
and starts to pick the books up from her bed, trying to keep him from seeing the
cover's title. "Make yourself at home." The room is especially decorated; there
are posters from movies and Broadway shows all over the walls. A large shelf is
filled with books and old movie reels, along with a small projector that looks it
was assembled from spare parts out of the supply room. A pile of freshly
laundered clothes sits in the corner, and the room has a subtle scent of vanilla,
lavender and linen. "Let me just clean up a bit..."

Luigi glances around her room- noticing her obvious fondness for entertainment. It was somewhat
fascinating--- Luigi's room was certainly drab compared to her's. All his paintings were facing away
from the wall, and stacked elsewhere-- there was clutter, but nothing in the way of decoration. He
kind of liked it that way. But it was refreshing to see something new. "Sorry to walk in uninvited." He
takes a seat on her bed and reaches up to his cap, removing it and examining the inside- while
picking out pieces of lint. It is a strange habit of his. "I like your room."

Bonnie stands on the tips of her toes to shove the books away from the shelf,
glancing back at him. "Hmm? Ah, thank you--it seems a little ridiculous, but it's
home away from home." She takes off her glasses and sets them on the
nightstand, then opens it and searches for something. "Don't apologize, I wasn't
all that busy anyway. Ah, here we go--I managed to get myself an extra couple
packs of cigarettes from supply delivery this week--now that you're here, I can
just give them to you.."

"Ehh-- thank you-- but that will not be necessary." He shakes his hand dismissively. "You may keep
them." He puts his flatcap back on top of his head once he is satisfied with how lint-free it was. He
 didn't seem to care that the little grey fuzzies stuck to his pants. "I don't like the rations cigarettes... I
buy my own,"

"What! Aww, I did that for nothing? That's not fair." She laughs a bit and shakes her
head before sitting down beside him. "Fine, I'll just sell them to one of the
others--'s not like we don't have a ton of chainsmokers here, anyway." She
glances down at his pants and, noticing the little fuzzies, picks at them a little.
"Next time I'll just get you orange juice or something."

"Hahaa!! I am sorry if I disappointed you!" He then grins-- "Ohh-- just none of that-- none of that Tang
bullshit. I hate it. It is like drinking the bile of a dead horse..." He wasn't even sure if that made sense.
"But you smoke-- you can have them." He shrugs before pulling his cap down over his face- groaning
dramatically- and falling back down on the bed in a laying position. "Non capisco----" Luigi sighs
before continuing. "I do not understand-- why this job is so /easy/ so much. But some days it is hard. I
feel so much stress-"

Bonnie smiles a bit as she looks down at him. "I'm a social smoker--I don't ever do
it unless someone else is. And seeing how most people here do, it's quickly
becoming habit. Horrible." She leans over him and gently strokes her knuckles
against his cheek. "Mmn...you know I'm here if you need to talk...and if you need
a massage or anything, just ask."

Luigi grins-- the creases at the side of his mouth visible from the sides of his hat. He withdraws it from
his head and looks up at her. "I think I am good-- for now." He winks obnoxiously-- then sits back up
and puts his cap on her head. "It was just a long day. But-- it is over."

Bonnie reaches up to straighten the cap on her head, frowning a bit. "Well--I can
understand, if it was just a long day--but...you know. It just seems like there's
more stress to you and..." She sighs and leans back on her hands, shaking her
head. "Oh, nevermind it. I worry too much."

"Hnn-- what-- are you implying I am stressing out about things?" He laughs. "I never stress." Even
though that seemed like he was being sarcastic-- Luigi was /overall/ not a terribly stressed person.
He just didn't... care about things enough to stress over them. "I like this place... though. I took this job
because I knew I would have somewhere to live. It is like-- eh-- security?"

"I /am/ implying it--just because you aren't a stressed person doesn't mean you
can't stress over things." She curls her legs up to her chest and rests the balls of
her feet on the bed, balancing herself against the mattress. "That seems like...a
funny thing, joining a war for security. But it's true, they treat us nicely here...like
being on vacation, except you have to kill people when they tell you to..."

"No you don't." He laughs. "They eh-- they tell me to sit in sniper nest- and headshoot whoever I can.
Instead, I shot down-- ehh-- I do not even remember who it was. Too far away. But after that- I was busy
reading a book, then sleeping --- next thing I know--- I'm on fire!" He exclaims-- not meaning for his
little example to become an anecdote. "But yes--- when I was finding jobs, I could not stay in one
place for long. I kept losing my apartments because I could not afford the rent."

Bonnie listens to him intently, stifling a small laugh with her hand. "Ah--hmm--then
maybe it was a pyro? It seems like a headshot would hurt a lot, so you
know...revenge, and all that." She watches his hands move with utter fascination,
wondering how he can do that while still being completely focused on his speech.
"Ahh...so...why would you have to leave so often? You weren't that terrible with
having a job, were you?"
"Hnngh--" Luigi rolls his eyes. "Sometimes I was not so bad-- but I don't know. I have been fired for bad
reasons. And I quit some jobs too--- I actually did not get ehh-- fired for being a bad worker, most of
the time." He scratches at his chin.

"So...in that case," Bonnie props her chin on her hand, tilting her head a bit at him.
"Just how many jobs have you had, anyway? I'm sure there were a lot of different
types, too..."

"Many---- ahhh--" Luigi tries to remember all of the jobs he had. "In Italy-- I worked as a vendor.. that was
my most steady job. My father was friends with a farmer. He got me a job and I worked there for a
while-- that is how I helped my family. Uhh-- I got a job in America at a bakery--- I would work cashier--
I was fired because my boss did not like me- he was fed up when he saw me with another man--
ahahaa." He rubs the back of his head. "That happened a lot--- I lost a few jobs... because someone
found out, you know."

Bonnie nods a bit, offering him a faint, sad smile. "Yes--it seems like the kind of
thing you'd lose a job over. That's really unfortunate--I'm sorry it's been like that
for you." She chews at her lip for a moment in thought. "So, that covers a few
jobs...but not all of your bosses could have found out about your relationships
with men...what bad things did you do to get yourself fired?"

"What-- are you assuming I have been fired from every job?" He laughs. "I quit some, too. I just did not
like them. I hated my job at that office-- I answered the phone. Half the people did not understand me.
Also I did not speak as good of English then--" He laughs. "But ehhhh-- I guess I deserved losing my
job for hnn... for sleeping on the job... oh, there was that one time I told a customer to go fuck
themselves... then I told my boss the same thing... on the same day."

Bonnie laughs, grinning over at him. "Ah! You sound like such a pleasant person to
work with. I guess you were having a bad day?" She looks down at her feet,
tapping her fingers along her toes. "You get sleep at work, yet you hardly sleep at
all; it doesn't sound like you enjoy working very much."

"I /hate/ working... I am so lazy." Luigi puts his arms around Bonnie and groans dramatically as he pulls
her down onto the bed. "I could lay in bed allll day." He laughs. "Even if I don't sleep..." He closes his
eyes and smiles. "At least I am a good sniper... It is probably the only thing I am good at. ...besides
sex." He snickers.

"Ahh--hey!" Bonnie makes a face as he pulls her down with him, but soon settles
down in his arms. "Well, if you're as good at sniping as you are at sex, maybe I
should be especially worried. You know at least two different ways to make me
useless to my team." She grins a bit, nudging his cheek.

"Hah--- I will keep that in mind." He holds onto her, getting really comfortable really quickly-- it almost
made him sleepy. "So I didn't know you wore glasses--" Luigi says suddenly, remembering how she
was wearing reading glasses when he came in. "I like them."

Bonnie rolls her eyes. waving a hand dismissively. "Oh, /those/. They're just reading
glasses. You...don't actually like them, do you?" She laughs, shaking her head.
"They're so dorky! Like I should be wearing a pocket protector and quoting great
mathematicians of years past or something." She lays her head down and
absentmindedly runs her hand along his side.

"Aren't reading glasses for /old women/ who cannot see close any more?" He teases, not intending for
 that to sound mean spirited at all. "Maybe that is why you can stand to be this close to me, because
you can't see how disgusting I am." He smirks.

"Tch--are you calling me an old woman? I'll whip you back in place with my cane!"
She laughs and gives him a mischievious grin. "Yes, or maybe my perspective is
just too messy to even consider; when I'm this close, I see only a decidedly
handsome man." She presses her forehead to his and smiles. "Damn these eyes
of mine."

Luigi /knew/ that he was good looking, it was definitely something he used for his advantage. However,
that did not mean it wasn't fun to fish for compliments. "You are de--...." He pauses, unable to
remember the word "delusional." "You are crazy." He says, staring into her eyes. "I am just a greasy
Italian bum."

Bonnie smirks softly, raising her hand to hold his cheek. "Mmn...you ever think that
maybe I happen to like greasy Italian bums? Who knows, maybe someday I'll
travel to Rome and see what I can find in their alleys." She laughs a bit, looking
back at him. "No, Luigi, you are one of the most beautiful people I've ever had the
fortune to see. Call me crazy if you like."

"I knew the second you saw me you wanted to get in my pants." While laughing, Luigi sits up suddenly,
and props himself up on his elbow. "Well. You are the most beautiful old lady I have ever met." He
teases, lightly holding her chin between his knuckle and thumb.

"Ahh, you got me--all this time, I've been secretly craving you. The moment you
first said my name, I wondered to myself, 'Could I get him to scream it instead?'"
She laughs and smiles up at him. "Careful, now--in another year you're going to
be an old man. Why, is that a gray hair I see?" She teases, running her fingers
through his hair.

"Heyyy, now /you/ were the one that was like... Luigi, ohhh, I want you, please take me!!" He mocks her
voice-- but instead he just sounds like a gay high pitched Italian man. He then subconsciously runs a
hand to his hair and feels it-- even though he wouldn't be able to check for gray hair that way. "Eeehh--
twenty-eight--- that is an old year..."

Bonnie starts giggling, putting a hand to her mouth and shaking her head. "Oh--oh
yes, I sound /exactly/ like that. Why don't you try doing impressions for your next
job?" She lightly pushes his chest, making a face at him. "It's so old. I swear, the
only reason my hips are still alright is a miracle. They're just so /weak/..."

"You are older than me... you dirty woman. You are chasing after young ravishing men," He lays back
down and places one hand behind his head and the other in his shirt-- scratching the hairs on his
stomach.

Bonnie rolls to her side and climbs over him, keeping herself propped up by her
elbows resting on either side of his head. Trapping his hand, she gives him a
small, wicked grin. "Young and ravishing," she mimics, closing her eyes. "I am a
very dirty woman. You have no idea what you're dealing with."

Luigi stares up at her in silence for several moments before bursting out into loud laughter. "AHH
ahahaa! Oh Bonnie, you are so funny." He grins. When he is done scratching his stomach, he
scratches his chest-- just looking for something for his hand to do.

Bonnie narrows her eyes, pouting her lips a little. "I wasn't even a little bit
 convincing? Damn it...I really need to work on my acting skills." She leans down
and touches her nose to his before propping herself up again. "I am /not/ funny.
You're the one willingly in bed with a cougar, after all."

"I think you are just talking to the wrong person." He arches a brow. "I don't think you could out... dirty
me. ..that sounds very stupid. But I mean it." He raises his hand to her side, while dragging his fingers
up to her shoulder.

"You've no idea just what goes through this head of mine," She murmurs, knowing
full well he was probably right. "How do you know such things? I could be hiding a
disgustingly perverted little elf beneath this fuzzy-warm exterior."

"Really." Luigi grins. "What is the most deviant thing you have done?" He is suddenly eager to know---
though he honestly didn't expect much. It would be a somewhat funny surprise, though, if she was
secretly a dominatrix under her cute, good-natured exterior.

Bonnie shrugs a little bit, struggling to keep a nonchalant expression on her face
and failing pretty miserably. "Ahh, I don't know--having sex in the dean's office
during an open house? Maybe the time I stole my friend's ex-boyfriend's clothes
so he had to wear assless chaps to class." She smirks a little bit.

"Is that it?" Luigi begins to laugh. "You are so cute." He then places both hands on her sides and smirks.
"I bet you think you are such a rebel." He teases, moving one hand up to play with her hair.

"I /am/ a rebel, okay?" Bonnie raises her eyebrows and grins at him, tilting her head
into his touch. "You just wish you were as cool as I am."

"One time--" Luigi decided to one up her by giving her one of his own personal stories. "I was at a eh..
boyfriends house-" He makes a face, remembering all the details. "He was kind of into the-- BDSM or
whatever- thing. I was okay with this. I let him tie me up and blindfold me and next thing I knew I was
surrounded by 6 other men--- and well-- I am sure you can imagine what happened then." He felt that
he didn't need to go into too much detail. "But I don't know if that is.. the worst thing I did,"

Bonnie stares down at him with wide eyes as he finishes his little anecdote, feeling
most definitely one-upped. "....Oh," She whispers softly, unable to come up with a
good response. The thought of it--the images--start to produce themselves in her
head, and she blushes a bit. "...I see."

"Well--- uh-" Luigi rubs his face and then glances away. "I had sex at a bus stop... though it was in the
middle of the night. Then in my work-- in the break room- ahhaa, you know those really don't compare.
A woman I was with had some strange... fascination with blood. She actually wanted me to drink hers.
And then asked if she could cut me--- I decided that was a little too much."

"F-fascinating..." Bonnie lowers herself down a bit, putting her hand over her face
and keeping herself propped up with her elbow. "Sounds like....you've met
some...pretty crazy, er, kinky people...in your lifetime..." She closes her eyes,
shaking her head a little. She couldn't even /imagine/ coming up with those sorts
of sexual shenanigans--he'd definitely won that.

"I would never deny that..." Luigi grins, reaching a hand up and touching her shoulder. "I haven't been in
an uh-- situation like that for a while, though." He tries to remember the last odd sexual encounter he
had been in... Curtis didn't count. That wasn't really that odd, to him. "Mmmnn... The last /odd/ thing I
did... I was walking home from work... one of my co-workers followed me home. I did not know he was
there-- until I got to my apartment- and then he approached me, and well... he was pretty hot so..." Luigi
 looked upwards, trying to keep some facade of innocence. "But my girlfriend was at home. I took him
inside and instead of getting mad at me she wanted to have a threesome. It wasn't that weird," He
shrugs.

Bonnie starts nervously laughing, her breath shuddering against his ear. "Oh, my
god--that girlfriend of yours sounds--adventurous, haha..." She shakes her head
again and presses it into the mattress, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. She
wonders if he would ever like to do such things with her--if he would ever even
/ask/--and the thought has her trembling and nervous. "Not...weird at all, no...I,
ah, I understand..."

Luigi could sense her awkwardness-- he decided to somehow say something to quell her nerves. "Well...
she /was/ a stripper before I dated her..." He wasn't sure if that was comforting at all... he didn't want
to lie to her-- he certainly had some odd experiences. "When I moved around-- I just had time...
ahaha."

An undignified snort comes through her nose, which she tries to stifle by burying
her face further into the mattress. Her body shakes with laughter, her reflexive
reaction to the statement overwhelming her nervousness. "Ahaha--a stripper--oh,
my /god/...t-too crazy..."

"Well... she was actually one of those... you know, classy strippers-" He begins laughing, it was riduclous
to think that there even was such thing. "She didn't usually sleep with her clients..." He raises a brow.
"I wasn't a client."

Bonnie rolls off of him and onto her back, resting her arm over her eyes as her
laughter dies down. "Ohhh, man..." She shakes her head a little, her mouth set in
a small grin. "Well...I hope I don't prove to be too disappointing, after all the
adventuring you've had."

Luigi didn't know what to say... he was having trouble understanding what was going on-- Was she his
girlfriend? They somewhat unofficially announced it... he was trying to make sense of it. He didn't
know what he expected from Bonnie. "I am just a man that likes sex..." He says, as if it were the biggest
confession he had made all night.

"That's what I mean," Bonnie quickly responds, feeling as if she'd crossed over
some unspoken line. While she certainly wouldn't complain to refer to him as her
boyfriend--well--she'd said they would take it slow. Saying something like that
could be an incredibly bad idea. "I am--well, boring when it comes to sex. I guess.
As you've proven." She nervously laughs again, dragging her palm down her face.
"I think it's safe to say most people like sex."

"What I mean to say..." He drags his fingers down her face very gently. "I like -- you know, regular sex,"
He laughs. "If you call it boring, then thats what I want..." He bites down on his lower lip. "That's what
I /normally/ do-- you know."

Bonnie closes her eyes and tilts her head a little, smiling as she enjoys the feeling
of his fingers on his face. "Mmn...well...then, I'm glad for that." She opens an eye
to look at him, making a quirked expression. "Maybe someday I'll try something
crazy. Just as a surprise." If she didn't freak herself out in the process, anyway.

"Mmmnn... and what would you surprise me with? I hope you did not want to suck my blood... like a
vampire," He grins as he pulls her neck close and kisses it- just trying to heckle her a bit.
"Mm-hmm..." Bonnie smirks slightly, giving his hair a gentle tug. "If I were a
vampire, you'd already be dead--or maybe I'm the /good/ kind." She wrinkles her
nose, settling her hand against the back of his head. "Nothing so exotic as blood-
sucking, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"Oh, thank the good lord for that." He grins, then nuzzles his head against her's. "You never have to do
anything you are not comfortable with... okay?" Luigi said-- and then wondered in his own mind,
whether or not that was good enough. He felt guilty- again. But he told himself that it was good
enough.

Bonnie nods a little, smiling against him. "Yes, I know...but...it's still nice to hear."
She laughs, closing her eyes. "I'll probably let you know if something goes too far.
Which it probably won't. So there really isn't any need to worry..."

"I'm not into anything /weird/..." He grins. "I mean... to an extent... I guess I have done some weird
things." He moves to kiss at her neck again. "But if you ever want to tell me anything... I promise-- I
won't judge you." He chuckles lightly.

Caught a little off-guard by his kissing of her neck again, Bonnie lets out a surprised
laugh, reflexively shrugging her shoulder to protect her neck. "Ahh--! Heh...I
doubt I could come up with anything all that /surprising/. Not right now, anyway."
She grins over at him, letting her shoulder back down. "Give me time, maybe I'll
think of something special."

"Well I mean that-- though." Luigi pushes her away slightly so he can look up at her. "You can tell me
anything." He has a serene, sincere expression on his face. "It doesn't have to be sex--" He smiles.

Bonnie smiles back at him while running her fingers through his hair. The
expression on his face is...so gentle, so genuine, and for the briefest of moments
she reflects on this and works to come to terms with it: she has feelings for this
man, and she is falling for him /hard/. No need to tell him, though--patience was
of the essence. "I know," she finally whispers, giving him a soft smile. "I know.
Thank you..."

"Good, good--" He grins and laughs, pulling her back down into an embrace. "I will never think you are a
bad person for anything you do. Because that would make me a hypocrite." He chuckles lightly--
though there is a distant sadness in his voice.

Picking up on the subtle hint of sadness, Bonnie frowns and holds him close to her.
She presses her lips to his cheek, then the corner of his eye. "Mmn--I won't judge
you, either...I promise." She continues to ghost her lips at various points across
his face, hoping she's giving him some kind of comfort.

"Okay." Luigi closes his eyes and sighs. He's not sure how much he believes her... they had been seeing
each other for not that long and he already didn't trust himself. He wanted to change the subject... it
was getting a bit too heavy for him. "So tell me about-- this-" He gestures to her room. "I guess it would
be stupid to ask if you like shows." He grins.

Bonnie snickers, laying on her back and facing the ceiling. "Wellll..." She lets out a
long sigh, as if she were explaining the posters for the twentieth time--just
teasing him. "You guessed it, I am--a /huge/ fan--of all things on stage and
screen." She lifts her hand and starts gesturing to papers across the room. "Gone
With The Wind, that's a classic...Seven Year Itch, always a favorite...ah! Then
there's The King and I, and Breakfast at Tiffany's..." She pauses and starts
 chuckling at herself. "I always had a dream of being a beautiful actress someday,
like Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn. I guess I just make up for it by collecting
these silly things."

"You don't want that..." He says quietly. "I am sure the life of a famous person is not so good." He rubs
her back lightly with his palm. "Imagine not being able to go outside without everyone wanting your
autograph---" He then begins to laugh. "I guess that is a bad example--- everyone here wants to talk to
you." He snerks.

Bonnie rolls her eyes and shakes her head a bit. "I don't /get/ that--why everyone
wants to talk to me. I mean, yeah, it's nice that most everyone is so
friendly...makes it easier to get through the day, you know, but..." She sighs. "It's
just--whatever. And maybe I'd hate going around with all the cameras flashing,
and people trying to get to me, but...I don't know..." She mutters softly, fidgeting
with her fingers. "Sometimes it's nice to think about being an actress. Getting
people to laugh and smile, to cry and feel good when they leave a
performance...a tiny escape." She pauses for several seconds before grinning
sheepishly. "How corny."
"Well... you can make people happy by being yourself." Luigi smiles at her. "I think that
you make people happy just the way you are. Even if you are not famous." He cringed at
his words-- it seemed very cheesy, and extremely... sappy. It almost didn't seem like they
were coming from his mouth.
"Ah...ahahaha! Haha, oh, really?" Bonnie grins over at him, playfully tucking a lock of
his hair to lay over his eyes. "Well then--I guess I'm going to have to take your word for
it, huh?" She smiles cheekily, thoroughly amused by his remark. "I'm flattered you think
that way. Thank you."
"You're welcome," He grins and reaches a hand up to his hair, instinctively pushing it out
of his face. It reminds him about how ridiculously long his brown hair really was- "I
should cut this all off." He says, reaching over and picking up a fistful of hair that was
laying by his side.
"What?! Not a chance!" Bonnie takes her own handful of his hair, spreading it out across
her palm. "Your hair's too pretty to get rid of. And it's /unique/." She raises a lock to her
lips, hiding a smile. "Plus my hair's not this long, so at least I have some to play with
now..."
"Ughhhhh, it is so annoying though," He groans as he closes his eyes. Luigi allows
Bonnie to play with his hair--- he was kind of used to it by now, anyway. "I hate brushing
it, it makes me feel like a woman." He grins, still keeping his eyes closed.
Bonnie smirks, tickling his hair against his nose. "Certainly the manliest woman I've ever
seen," She teases before tying out a couple of loose braids. "There's nothing wrong with
taking good care of it. Besides, strapping young lads such as yourself ought to have their
quirks, right?"
"Ummm-- I guess--" He wasn't sure if he understood everything she said, so he passes it
off with a laugh. "I am pretty manly--- right?" He opens his eyes to look at her again.
"Mmmnn. I had short hair most of my life, believe it or not. I just stopped caring-- when I
moved to America and let it grow."
"Seems funny that you'd let your hair grow so wild in /America/, of all places."
Bonnie props her cheek against her hand, looking at him curiously. "But--I guess
it would fit in with that hippie culture, if nothing else..." She lets go of his hair and
tilts her head a bit. "But if you kept it short for so long, why did you stop caring
when you got here?"

'Because I stopped caring about everything.' Luigi thought to himself, but he came up with a less cynical
response before he could blurt that one out. "Ehhh, some people go crazy for that... long hair, I guess."
He grins.

Bonnie snickers at the response, thoroughly amused. "You grew it out for the
attraction? I don't believe you." She curls up on her side and looks at him intently.
"Really..."

"Hair is something that is not worth fussing over." Luigi did take good care of his hair, however-- it was
certainly higher maitenence when he had to constantly brush it and make sure it wasn't very greasy.

"Ha, hahaha! Oh, man...I know /so/ many people who would disagree with you."
Bonnie grins at him. "For not fussing over your hair, it's definitely very...pretty."

"Well, thank you." He reaches up to touch her hair. "I like yours... it is very short." He messes with her
short locks, almost fascinated with how short they were compared to his. He aniticipated his fingers
to trail down past her shoulders and to her back as he followed the strands of hair, but he barely
made it to the back of her neck.

Bonnie leans her head forward as his hand trails along through her hair.
"It's...simple to take care of." She slowly closes her eyes, becoming more
submissive and relaxed the longer he touches her head. "Thinking about growing
it out--hmmn..." She smiles a bit, playing with the collar of his shirt. "Gentle..."

"I would like to see how you look with long hair," He muses, still petting her short wavy locks before he
eventually trailed a hand down to her back. "Maybe I'll cut mine when yours gets this long." He grins.

"Then...we'll make a trade-off." Bonnie leans her head into the crook of his neck,
breathing deeply. "I'll grow my hair out as long as yours, then you can cut yours
to be as short as mine." For a moment, there was a sinking feeling in her
stomach; would they even be together that long? The notion was...definitely
something she would like to consider, but to hope he would still be with her after
such a long time--it was almost too much to ask. "How does that sound?"

"Fine-- fine." He laughs. "Maybe I'll just grow my hair forever. It will get /so long/," He really had no idea
how long his hair would grow, but he was kind of interested to see how long it could get.

Bonnie smirks, shaking her head slightly. "Mmn--then you really /will/ be a
Rapunzel. If you don't watch out, a witch will descend on you and lock you away
in a tower--a prince will have to come and save you."

"Will you be my prince then?" He teases. He still holds her close-- he enjoys the warmth from her body
and the feeling of someone against him. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair..." He begins to
laugh. "Maybe I should use it to help you sneak into my room at night."

With a smile, Bonnie presses her forehead to his and looks into his eyes. "Of course
I will be your prince. Saving you from an eternity alone in a tower will be my
 pleasure." She grins a bit, laughing with him. "Somehow I think using your hair
might be a little more painful than just stacking whatever crates are nearby."

"Yes-- I think so. But I'm used to having my hair pulled." Luigi arches a brow, as if he were suggesting
something. He then bursts out into laughter and raises a hand to her face. "Naturally..."

Bonnie stares at him a moment, trying to figure out if there was a double meaning
to his words. Which...considering who they were and what they'd been talking
about, was highly likely. She sighs a bit before smiling, placing her hand on his.
"...Is that a hint?" She asks, trying and failing to keep curiosity out of her voice.

"A hint!?" Luigi looks astonished, but then he laughs. "No no no-- not unless you want it to be." He muses,
glancing around casually, as if there was nothing happening. "Not everything I say... is like that."

"Oh--I'm sorry! I didn't mean to suggest...ahhh..." Bonnie frowns, looking sheepish.

"...That...sounded offensive, didn't it...I'm really sorry." She reaches a hand up
and scratches at her hair, fingers curling through short locks. "...I didn't mean
to..."

"Don't play innocence with me," Luigi snickers as he holds her. "You are too adorable... you know that,
yes?" He puts his hand over hers, in her hair, lightly clasping it.

"I think that's a very biased and ridiculous opinion. I am, in no way, adorable." As if
to punctuate the statement, Bonnie pouts at him, though she clasps his hand as
well. "I don't know where you're getting this from, because it's just not true."

"Fine... then you are a disgusting... hideous... wolf woman." He says, burying his face in her neck and
snickering. He kisses at her jaw, and moves his hand so he can intertwine his fingers with hers. "Do
you like that better?"

Bonnie smirks a bit, closing her eyes. "That is...much better. Mm-hmm, yes, I think
that'll suit me nicely." She holds onto his hand, feeling elated when he twines
their fingers--though she isn't quite sure why. "...Wolf woman?" She mutters into
his hair with a grin.

"Okay... okay." He speaks into her neck and kisses her skin before pulling his face away. "Mnnn-- I guess
I am more of the wolf man-- I kind of look like one." He was of course referring to his body hair.

"Hmmn--I should be careful, then, for the full moon...who knows just how crazy you
might get." She leans in close and starts to kiss at his neck, reciprocating the
attention he gave her. "First vampires, now wolf people...what's next, mummies?"
She laughs softly before parting her lips, gently dragging her teeth along a patch
of skin in not-quite a bite. "Better watch out..."

Luigi snickers. "Do not suck my blood--" He tilts his head back, to expose his neck further to Bonnie. He
tried to resist saying something dirty... but he couldn't help himself. "I could think of something else
for you to suck." He holds his hands around her waist.

Bonnie grins against his neck, though she can feel her face getting hot. "Aha...I bet
you could..." She starts to nip and suck at the skin, leaving small marks that she
soothes away with kisses. "I bet I could think of it too..."

"Oh yes?" Luigi raises a brow, snickering under her touch. "Maybe it's the same thing..." He rubs her
back, enjoying the feeling of her firm skin under her clothing. He then fingers the end of her shirt, then
 slips his hand inside.

"It probably is...good to know we're on the same page..." Bonnie smiles a bit as she
runs a hand from his neck to his chest and lower before she rests it on his hip.
Her hand slips just below the waistband of his pants and she traces small circles
on his hip with her thumb.

Luigi hums in his throat, enjoying the feeling of her hand on his skin. He quickly pushes his hand up her
shirt. He slides his hand to the front of her torso and plays with the edge of her bra. "Good to know..."
He repeats, in a low lusty voice.

Bonnie's breath catches in her throat and she pauses a moment, lightly digging her
fingers into his hip. She sighs and relaxes once more, sliding her other hand up
along his back. "You know how to wind me up.."

"I'm not even trying... You want me to try?" He suddenly rolls them both over on the bed, so he is on top of
her. His hand creeps up into her bra and gropes one of her breasts, and he kisses her neck roughly.

"Ahh--! Luigi--" Bonnie bites down on her lip to both quiet herself down and keep
him from hearing her surprised gasp. She shivers and tilts her head back to give
him easier access to her neck, grasping his shoulder. "C-caught me...off-guard,
nnh..."

Luigi grins against her neck, letting her feel his teeth. His hand continues to rub at her breast, and his
other hand wastesno time rubbing at the crotch of her pants. He snickers. "Mnn-- But you like it," He
lifts his head to grin up at her.

Bonnie closes her eyes and grits her teeth, letting out a soft sound almost like a
whimper. "Hmmn--I-I'd be lying if I...said no..." She opens them again and takes a
deep breath before grinning back at him, hesitating only a moment before she
moves her hand to grope his groin.

Luigi releases a hoarse groan as he feels her grope against his groin. He had been hard for a few
moments now, so she would certainly feel that. "You want this dirty Italian wolf man then..." He
withdraws her hand from his chest and then pushes her shirt up so he can see her body.

Bonnie shifts her body up to help him remove her shirt, moving her arms back
down as soon as they are clear of the fabric. She runs her hands along his thighs,
fingers barely brushing in-between, keeping her touch light and teasing. "I would
love to have this dirty Italian wolf man," She replies with a grin.

Luigi reaches down and kisses her before sitting up. He moves his hands to his shirt and begins to
unbutton it, but stops before he speaks. "Then you will have to take me," He sighs as if it were some
sort of chore.

Bonnie stares up at him incredulously before a slow smirk comes to her face. She
sits up and grabs at the collar of his shirt, pulling him close for a deep, passionate
kiss. As she pulls away, she bites down gently on his lower lip. "Mine..." She
whispers lowly, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. Her mind was racing a mile a
minute, she couldn't believe she was doing this--but it had already been done.

Luigi moans into the kiss. "Prove it..." He pushes his tongue into her mouth to kiss her roughly a few
times-- before quickly yanking his head away. "Fuck me." His words were surprisingly sudden-- he
was hoping he could shock her with the vulgarity of his request.
Bonnie remains silent for a few moments, the only sound coming from her
quickening breath. The demand had definitely caught her off-guard, but at the
same time--the way he'd blurted it, the way it was just out there... She bites down
on her lip before shoving him onto his back and crawling over him. "Alright..." She
breathes, looking down at him with a curious smile. "I'll..fuck you..."

Luigi's eyes widen as she pushes him down-- that was exactly what he wanted. He grins-- her obeying to
his request certainly increased his urgency to get their clothes off. He reaches both of his hands for
her pants.

Bonnie leans down as he reaches for her pants, going back to kissing his neck. She
trails her hands down his stomach and takes hold of his pants, fingers fumbling to
unbutton them. "Tha gaol agam ort.." She whispers softly to him, her lips
brushing against his ear as she speaks.

"Voglio fare sesso con te." Luigi replies, having no idea what Bonnie said. He feels a great relief when
his pants are unbuttoned-- he wondered if maybe he should wear a bigger size. He quickly jerked her
pants down off of her, and goes to feel her ass.

"Mmn..." Bonnie shivers and grins down at him, her hands pushing his pants down
his thighs. She kisses at his jawline as her hand starts to rub his erection though
his boxers, moving teasingly slow.

Luigi grinds his hips up against her hand, also increasing the pressure of his touch. He invades her
underwear with his dry hands. "Check my pocket-" He says quietly. He didn't know what was going to
happen when he came to see Bonnie, but he had a hunch it would come down to this.

Bonnie nods slightly and edges closer to the discarded pants, digging her hand
through the pocket until she finds what she's looking for. "A--ha," She produces
the condom with a flourish and quickly brings it to her mouth, tearing the
package with her teeth. "Coming prepared, hmm--?"

"We could have sex without it..." He laughs. "I figured you would want it, however." He slowly pulls her
underwear off. He then looked down to her chest-- wondering if he should bother with the bra. He kind
of liked it on.

"And you'd be right," She agrees, nodding to him. Reaching down, she pushes his
boxers off and takes hold of his cock, trailing her fingers along the shaft. With a
smile, she glances down at her chest, then up at him again. "...Want me to keep it
on?"

"Sure-- my shirt is still kind of on..." He lets out a slow sigh as he feels her grab onto his erection. He had
plenty of practice being patient when it came to these things... but he was certainly growing very
eager to feel himself inside of her again.

"Then...that's just going to have to stay on, isn't it?" Bonnie grins up at him as her
hand slowly pumps, giving him a teasing jerk. She leans up and kisses at his
neck, content with pleasuring him for a few moments.

Luigi inhales audibly a few times as he lowers his gaze to watch her jerk his cock. He decides that he
would rather not watch-- it was definitely fun to see, but he didn't want to encourage her to do that the
entire time. "Nnnh...." He whines.
Bonnie smiles a bit, shivering on hearing his whine. "Alright, alright..." She rolls the
condom onto him, making sure it is secure before she tugs the tip. As she moves
her hands, she looks up into his eyes, keeping her gaze on him.

Luigi pushed his thumbs into her hips, rubbing them gently as he pulled her up and over him. "You are
driving me crazy..." He says quietly, staring back into her eyes.

Bonnie gives him a grin, reaching up to grasp his shoulders. "Then I can only hope
it's the good kind of crazy," She murmurs, adjusting her hips for him.

"Yes-- yes--" Luigi lowers her down onto himself, being careful to insert into her slowly-- he knew she
wasn't nearly as experienced as him when it came to sex, so he had to go easy on her.

Bonnie takes a shuddering breath, resting her hands on his chest to balance
herself. As he lowers her, she rolls her hips to accomodate him. It didn't hurt like
it had last time--but the angle was--definitely something new.

Luigi reaches a hand up to his face to rub at his temples. "Mnnn-- Good--" He kept his hands firmly on
Bonnie's hips. He had to resist the powerful urge to get them going-- even though he was used to not
being in complete control, it was usually because he was with someone with a lot more experience.

Bonnie lingers stationary for a long moment until she starts to rock her hips, trying
to find her sense of balance. The whole feeling was very--odd--she'd never
actually controlled just /how/ she'd have sex with someone. She begins to
experiment, raising herself onto her knees and sinking herself back down, finding
a rhythm. She looks down into Luigi's eyes as she moves, caught between faint
embarrassment and wanting to see his reactions.

Luigi watches her-- clenching his teeth together as he allows her to experiment. It was difficult to offer
her this control... but he wanted to see what she could do. "Hnn-- good-- good.." He says, trying to
encourage her.

With his encouragment, Bonnie starts moving her hips a little rougher and faster.
She grasps at his chest, gritting her teeth as she moves. Inadvertently, she starts
to swivel side-to-side, up-and-down, gasping a bit as she discovers the new
angles. With a shimmy, she thrusts downward, feeling him go much deeper.
"Nnh..."

Luigi decides to keep his hands busy-- one steadies her hips, while the other wanders up her torso and
to her bra. He played with the fabric a bit before quickly sneaking his fingers inside, rubbing at her
nipple- understanding that it was sensitive so he was gentle. "Mnn.. Bonnie."

Bonnie bites down on her lip as he touches her, failing to keep back a small
whimper. She leans down and grabs onto the mattress on either side of his head,
securing a good position for her hands. 'So he wants me to fuck him,' she recalls
in a lust-ridden daze, 'Then that's what I'm doing to do...' She starts to piston her
hips into his, acting as if their roles were being reversed and creating more
friction.

Luigi lets out a loud groan as she fucks him more aggressively--- this was the passion he had been
waiting for. "Hnnghh-- YES-" He says through clenched teeth-- his fingers dig into her skin- almost
desperately clinging to her. He returns her grinds by rubbing his hips against hers in relation to her
rhythm.
Bonnie moans helplessly, her thrusts becoming more aggressive with each sound
of encouragement he makes. She presses her lips to his neck, trailing feverish
kisses along the flesh as she moves. "Nnnhh--ah, damn--Luigi--" She groans his
name again, going almost dizzy from the feeling of control.

"Ahhnn-- Cristo-- Molto bene--" He hisses, rubbing his cock against her g-spot intentionally. He could
tell that she enjoyed this quite a bit--- which made him feel happy. He was certainly pleased that she
could handle herself in this sort of situation.

"Nnh--no, I--ahh--" Bonnie groans, her hips bucking as he presses against her g-
spot. She takes a handful of his hair and starts to tug, wishing she could just let
things continue as they were--but no, she was /determined/, she wanted to see if
she could get him to orgasm first. She shoves her lips into his, kissing him
roughly as she increases her pace.

Luigi hisses through his teeth- but he was cut off by Bonnie's lips on his. He quickly reaches a hand up to
grab at her hair, gripping onto whatever he could hold-- since her hair wasn't that long, he could not
hold that much. He could certainly feel himself close... but he was holding back.

Bonnie tugs just a little harder at his hair, kissing him with fervor. She pulls back
just slightly and pants, trembling against him. "Come...f-for me..." She mutters,
lips brushing against his. She could feel her own climax building up as well; if he
didn't go soon, she wouldn't be able to keep control any longer.

Luigi groans into her lips, thrusting back into her a few more times- still grinding against her sensitive
spots before he arches his back-- pushing himself entirely into her body as he feels himself release.
"Ughh-- G-God--" He moans out loudly as he fills the condom with his cum.

Bonnie feels a moment of triumph just before her mind goes blank--her body
trembles, and she clings onto him desperately. She lets out an almost-screaming
moan, arching her back as she orgasms. Her hips buck forward--once, twice,
thrice--in the aftershock. She manages to pull herself just barely off of him before
collapsing at his side, her breath coming in heavy pants.

Luigi wastes no time at all removing the condom and tying it up just like he had the last one. He sits up,
scanning the room for somewhere he can toss it-- and when he gets rid of the garbage he lays down
next to Bonnie. "Mmmnnn," His breath had not caught up with him yet-- he was still inhaling and
exhaling quite audibly.

Bonnie curls up on her side, wrapping her arms around herself beneath her chest.
Her heaving breaths slowly start to calm, her light-headedness going away with
it. She sighs softly and rests her cheek on the mattress before opening her eyes
to look at him. "...So," She whispers with a satisfied grin. There was plenty she
wanted to say, but--she figures there's no need to say it all aloud.

Luigi smiles at Bonnie, before crawling over her a bit and giving her a kiss. "So, what?" He raises both
eyebrows. "You did good." He seemed unaware of the gramatical incorrectness of his phrase.

Bonnie smiles back up at him before giving a tired laugh. "Haha--alright...I'll take
that, then." 'That was /amazing/', she thinks to herself, though she knows
mentioning it would probably bring more laughter from Luigi. Who knew how far that
even blipped on his radar, anyway. She rolls over onto her back and holds her arm
out to him.
Luigi embraces her, wrapping his arm around her back and holding her close. He sighs loudly and
enjoyed the time they were together, but the thought of leaving kept lingering in the back of his mind.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to run the risk of trying to escape from RED base in the morning. But the
least he could do was spend a little more time with her.

"Mmn...I know we probably don't have much time left..." Bonnie murmurs softly,
feeling quite comfortable and warm in his embrace. She slips a hand beneath his
open shirt and traces lazy circles along his upper back. "But let's just enjoy it
while we can..." She smiles a little, closing her eyes.

Luigi holds her close, staring at her face with soft eyes. "Yes- that sounds nice." He /really/ wanted a
cigarette- but he told himself it could wait. He savored the quiet- it was a nice change of pace after
their aggressive sex.

Bonnie looks at him and smiles softly, leaning in for a gentle kiss. It was--a nice
feeling, to be held in comfort after something so aggressive. She hardly believed
she had actually done any of it, but the proof was there in her tired limbs and
satisfied state of mind. She lays her head down, continuing to idly rub his back.
"Very nice," She echoes.

Luigi kisses her back-- it was comforting for him, too. After a few minutes he sits up and sighs. "Hnn--
you should get some rest." He starts to button his shirt back up. "I should be back at BLU--"

Bonnie sits up on the bed, crossing her legs as she grins at him. "This is the part
where I get up and insist on escorting you across the battlements. After all, it is
the least I can do as your prince, fair Rapunzel."

"No no no." He gets out of bed and finds his clothing scattered over her room. He notices he has
pitstains on his shirt-- he snickers lightly before pulling on his underwear and pants. "You should get
some rest."

"Oh, yes yes yes..." Bonnie pushes herself from the mattress and gathers her
clothes as well, quickly getting dressed. "If you can get up after sex to make sure
I get to my base alright, I can definitely do the same for you."

"Ughhh, fine." Luigi fastens the button on his pants and slips on his socks and shoes. He looks over his
shoulder at her and smirks. "That is very considerate of you."

Bonnie smirks back at him, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow. "I'm quite the
considerate young lady, I'll have you know." She steps into a pair of shoes and
grabs her room key from the nightstand. "My turn to go stalking through the
base. Now stay here--I'll be at the window in no time."

Luigi rolls his eyes dramatically at her, but plays it off with a smile. He then slowly walks over to the
window and opens it. The desert was always kind of cold at night-- he felt the chill from the night air. It
was somewhat uncomfortable.

Bonnie leaves the room, closing the door and locking it behind her. She hurries
down through the hallways, thankfully not passing by any of her teammates--then
strides out and rounds the building. She reaches her window and waves up before
gathering together a few items to stack for a makeshift stairwell.

Luigi climbs out of the window, not really afraid of making a few jumps before getting down onto the
ground. He takes her hand and leads her with him-- giving her a wide smile. "I am glad I decided to
 see you tonight."

Bonnie smiles slightly, intertwining their fingers for the short walk. "I'm glad you
decided to see me, as well...maybe...it could be a habit..." She grins and starts to
laugh. "If you don't mind breaking the rules, that is. ...Not that we've been paying
much attention to them."

"Fuck the rules." Luigi says, a little louder than he probably should have. But it just made it more
exciting. He grins at her, clasping his hand onto hers tightly. "I hate /rules/-- they interfere with
everything fun."

Bonnie laughs, covering her mouth with her hand and shaking her head. "Shh,
shhh, someone'll hear you!" She grins back at him, too elated to really scold him.
"Then...you're right. ....Fuck the rules." She grins a little wider, looking almost
proud of herself. "We'll have all the fun we care to."

"Good girl." Luigi says, walking with her all the way back to the bridge. "Well, this is where I say
goodbye- for now." He raises a brow at her, smiling incredulously- as if he didn't really believe they
had to say goodbye. He wished that he didn't have to go.

Bonnie looks across the bridge to BLU and sighs heavily. What she would give to
drag him back to her room, to stay with him for longer than a few hours, to spend
a full night with him...but it would be impossible, the way things were. She looks
over at him and smiles back, albeit a bit sadly. "Buona notte," She whispers, the
words sounding foreign but heartfelt on her tongue.

"Buona notte, bella ragazza, arrivederci." Luigi pauses to give her a soft kiss on the lips. He holds onto
her hand, his thumb lightly tracing her knuckles for a moment before he lets go. He reluctantly turns,
heading off toward BLU battlements-- so he can finally go and get some rest.

Bonnie leans against a post of the bridge, watching him go. She holds her knuckle
against her lips, biting just a bit as her eyes drift down to his rear. She grins and
laughs softly to herself before turning to head back to her own room, knowing she
would probably be missing him when she drifts off to sleep.