More Than Enough

by earpivore

Summary:

Anonymous tumblr request:

"Could you write either Chessy or Melissa x reader where instead of Melissa/Chessy feeling insecure about the age gap, it's the reader? I feel like there aren't enough fics where this happens! The reader could maybe feel that she isn't good enough to date her because of the age gap, and Melissa/Chessy reassures the reader that she is good enough."

Your wish is my command!

Notes:

A new Melissa x Reader one-shot won the latest "What Should I Work On Next?" poll (again 🤣).

You guys knock out the competition every time! ❤️ Thanks for your patience! Enjoy!

When you accepted the position as the new school social worker at Abbott Elementary, you figured it would be a productive use of your time while you completed your master’s degree. Your ultimate goal was to secure a leadership position within the school district. You knew that you had what it took to make a real difference at this school, but you wanted the chance implement programs that would improve the mental health and welfare of children at every school across the district.

Abbott was the first step of many in your mind.

You were just passing through.

Which made your crush on Mrs. Schemmenti extremely inconvenient.

The first time you noticed her was during a fire drill. You were right in the middle of a counseling session with a second-grade student named Desiree when it happened. Apparently, she had been misbehaving at school lately and her actions were beginning to interrupt class. You had a meeting with her teacher, Ms. Teagues, and she explained that the child had recently overheard her parents discussing the possibility of divorce and that there had been a noticeable shift in her demeanor in class ever since. Ms. Teagues also worried that Desiree’s disruptive behavior might keep her and other students from learning. You took her concerns seriously and made a point to set aside time to meet with the student that same day.

At first, Desiree was hesitant to share anything with you. And it made sense, of course. You were a complete stranger, and she had absolutely no reason to trust you. But when you pulled the Candyland boardgame out of the cabinet in your office and asked her if she’d like to play while the two of you talked, she suddenly seemed much more interested in opening up. It was an emotional session, but you really felt like you were making some progress. So, when the fire alarm rang, you were understandably disappointed by the jarring interruption.

You reached for Desiree’s hand and then guided her out of your office to meet up with her teacher and classmates. And as you walked down the hall together and scanned the area in search of Ms. Teagues, you immediately noticed a beautiful, curvaceous redhead effortlessly directing student traffic.

“Single-file line, most flammable kids first, and remember... no running” she said calmly over the noise as she gently ushered the children toward the front exit. And her dry sense of humor paired with her confidence in the face of chaos intrigued you.

You didn’t see Ms. Teagues anywhere out in the hallway, so you decided to keep Desiree by your side as you made your way out to the school parking lot. The two of you looked around and tried to find her class, but you had no luck. There were just too many students and teachers all gathered in the same place.

“If you’re lookin’ for lowercase, you’re never gonna find her out here” a voice said from behind you. And when you turned around to see who it was, you were pleasantly surprised to be greeted by the same redhead you were admiring from afar a few minutes ago.  

“Lowercase?” you asked with a questioning look in your eyes.

“Teagues! Get it? Cause she’s a total pipsqueak! Anyway, half the kids here are taller than she is. So, no use tryin’ to find her. Desiree can come with me if ya want. I’m the other, better, more experienced second grade teacher at Abbott” the woman said with a smile as she reached over to take Desiree’s hand.

“Is that your official title?” you asked with a laugh. And again, you found yourself drawn to her confident personality.

“Yep! It’s on the badge right beneath my name” the woman replied playfully.

“Oh, I see! And what is your name?” you asked, trying to be smooth.

“Melissa Schemmenti. And you’re that new counselor, right?” Melissa asked as she guided Desiree over to join her students in their single-file line.

“That’s right. I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Other, Better, More Experienced Teacher” you joked.

“It’s Ms., actually. But only if you insist on bein’ formal. Melissa’s fine” she said with a smirk. You smiled back at her and hoped the gentle correction meant she was single. And then you felt like a complete idiot for even entertaining this attraction. You had always been interested in older women, and Melissa appeared to be more than twenty years older than you. You assumed that someone as mature, confident, and put together as she was would never take a second look at some twenty-eight-year-old grad student. And even if the age gap didn’t bother her, you had no way of knowing whether she was even interested in women.

The fire alarm finally stopped ringing, and the teachers and students slowly began to make their way back inside the school.

“Do you want me to stick with your class so I can return Desiree to Ms. Teagues?” you asked as you followed Melissa into the building.

“Nah! I’m sure you’re plenty busy gettin’ settled and checkin’ in on all the little Eagles. I’ll make sure she’s reunited with her half-pint teacher, don’t worry” Melissa replied with a wink.

“Oh, thanks! I appreciate it. It was nice to meet you, Melissa” you said.

“Likewise, hon! I’m sure we’ll see each other around” Melissa said optimistically.

And you hoped to see more of her as soon as possible.

---

Things escalated pretty quickly after your first encounter with the second-grade teacher.

A week later, you walked into the teacher’s lounge to make a pot of coffee and saw Melissa sitting over on the couch watching the news.

“Mornin’, Y/N” she said as she looked up at you and smiled.

“Good morning! Gosh, you’re here early. I didn’t think I’d get caught! Anything interesting on the news?” you laughed as you poured the coffee into your mug and then walked over and sat down on the chair next to the sofa.

“Always! We love Action News here! We get in early just to watch it. It just calms you down after wantin’ to take a wrench to someone's side mirror in traffic” Melissa said matter-of-factly as she watched you settle into the chair.

“Ah, the healing powers of local journalism” you replied with a laugh.

“Ya sound like Jacob! Why ya sittin’ all the way over there? I don’t bite” Melissa said. And you were embarrassed to admit to yourself that you actually wouldn’t mind if this smart, funny, sexy woman did want to bite you.

“Oh, I… I didn’t want to crowd you. I honestly didn’t even think I was allowed in here. I assumed it was for teachers only” you replied as you stood up and then moved over to join her on the couch.

“Pfft! You must’ve worked at some shitty schools before Abbott! It’s not like that here. We’re family! And anyone who cares about our kiddos is welcome in here. Don’t forget it” Melissa reassured you with a warm smile.

“Yeah, it was rough out there! But it’s nice to hear Abbott is different. Maybe I’ll finally start having my lunch in here. Eating in my office has been so depressing” you admitted as you took a sip of your coffee.

“Yeah, ya should! Me and Barb typically have room at our table. It’s pretty exclusive, though. You’ll wanna make a good impression to score an invite” Melissa teased as she tilted her head slightly and played with the tip of her curly ponytail.

“Oh, yeah? And how can I do that? What would impress you?” you replied, trying to match her flirtatious energy. Melissa slowly looked you up and down and then caught your eyes again.

“Ya wouldn’t have to do much of anythin’ to get my attention, hon. You’re smart, good lookin’, ya got a good sense of humor, and you’re a social worker, so we already know ya got a heart of gold” Melissa said. She was so forward!

And you were so into it.

“I like how you always seem to say exactly what you’re thinking. It’s refreshing. And… very attractive, honestly” you replied. You wanted to seem as confident and self-assured as she was, but the redness on your cheeks revealed how flattered you were by her words.

“Well, when ya get to be my age, ya learn to stop holdin’ things back. Life’s short, hon. If I see somethin’ I like, I don’t wait around to see if it’ll magically fall into my lap. I go after it” Melissa said as she stared back at you.

“Are you saying you want me in your lap?” you joked as the intensity of her gaze and the implications of her words overwhelmed you in the best possible way.

“I mean, I think I’d like to take ya out to dinner first, but… can’t say I’d mind if that’s how the night ended” Melissa replied with a cocky grin. And you realized you had clenched your thighs together at the mere thought of her proposition.

You were just about to respond when Mrs. Howard and Mr. Hill entered the lounge bickering about parking spaces. You immediately stood up, quietly cleared your throat, and then quickly grabbed your bag.

“H-have a good day, Ms. Schemmenti” was all you managed to say before you left the lounge and went to hide in your office for the rest of the day.

---

You avoided Melissa for a few days after that morning in the teacher’s lounge. It wasn’t that you weren’t interested in taking her up on her offer. It was more that you couldn’t really bring yourself to believe that she actually meant it. Melissa was a charismatic woman, and she struck you as someone who was naturally flirtatious. And even if she was genuinely attracted to you, that still left the huge issue of the obvious age gap between the two of you.

Whenever you dated older women in the past, things always ended when they inevitably decided that you were “too young” for them. Things always started out great, but eventually there was some conversation about “being in different seasons in life” or “wanting different things.”

And it caught you completely off guard each time it happened.

You were mature for your age. You had an apartment of your own, financial stability, a 401k, and you were completing your graduate program to advance your career and future goals. But somehow, it never seemed to be enough to convince anyone to stay. After your last break up, you promised yourself you would try to find someone your own age.

But that plan flew out the window the moment you met Melissa Schemmenti.

You were sitting in your office on Friday afternoon typing your notes from a recent session with a student when you heard a soft knock on your door.

“Come in” you said, not bothering to look up from your laptop.

“This where you’ve been hidin’ all week, hon?” Melissa asked as she stepped into your office and closed the door behind her.

“Hiding? Me? What do you mean?” you replied, playing dumb as you closed your laptop and turned to face the gorgeous redhead you couldn’t stop thinking about. And Melissa looked at you quizzically for a moment before she spoke again.

“I thought we were havin’ a good time in the lounge the other mornin’, and then suddenly ya vanished into thin air and I haven’t seen ya since. Did I come on too strong or somethin’? I’m real sorry if I made ya uncomfortable, hon. I’m not always the most tactful person when it comes to this kinda thing…” Melissa said as she stepped closer and sat on the edge of your desk.

“N-no… that’s not it. You didn’t do anything wrong, Melissa. You’re assertive. I like that about you. I like it a lot, actually. I just… I’ve dated older women in the past and it never seems to work out. The age difference always seems to be some kind of insurmountable issue” you admitted, a little embarrassed.

And the smirk on Melissa’s face surprised you.

“What? You think my pathetic relationship history is funny?” you asked, confused.

“No, not at all! I’m just relieved to hear you’re actually into older women. I figured the reason ya sprinted outta the lounge the other day was because ya thought I was too old for ya, but ya didn’t want to hurt my feelin’s or somethin’” Melissa laughed as she tucked a bright red curl behind her ear.

And you couldn’t get over how sexy this woman was.

“Definitely not” you replied with a smile.

“Well, good! Ya gonna let me take ya out to dinner tonight then, or what?” Melissa asked with a hopeful look in her bright green eyes. And even though you were still afraid that the same patterns would ultimately repeat themselves, there was no way you could say no to Melissa. Not when she was looking at you like that.

“Pick me up at 7?” you said smoothly as you jotted down your address and then handed it to her. Melissa made a point to softly slide her finger against yours when she reached over to collect it. And when you saw her tuck it into her bra, you felt your body quiver.

“Sounds good, hon. I can hardly wait” Melissa replied as she hopped off your desk, gave you a playful smile, and then left your office.

---

Melissa arrived right on time later that evening, and she looked absolutely stunning. She wore black leather pants, a pair of black Chelsea boots, and a tight green V-neck sweater that accentuated her incredible hourglass figure and showed off her ample cleavage. Her curly red hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a few loose curls hanging down in front. She looked so sexy.

“Wow… Melissa, you look amazing” you said as stepped out of your apartment to greet her.

“Yeah, well… I’m takin’ some hot young thing out to dinner tonight and I didn’t want to disappoint her” Melissa replied with a wink before she turned to walk you to her car. And you were so flustered by her response that you didn’t know what to say.

Melissa opened the car door for you and then gently closed it once you were settled in the seat. And you felt her eyes on you the entire time. When she walked to the other side and got in the car, you saw a shy smile on her face as she pushed the key into the ignition.

“What’s that face all about?” you teased, eager to know what she was thinking.

“Nothin’… it’s just… ya look real good, too, hon. I’m glad we’re doin’ this. I’m thinkin’ we’re gonna have a pretty damn good time” Melissa replied as she backed out of the parking space.

And you had a feeling she was right.

---

Dinner with Melissa was just as fun as you hoped it would be. She took you to an Italian restaurant where everybody seemed to know her by name.

Melissa knew the menu by heart and spent nearly twenty minutes going over each dish and the perfect wine to pair with it. Waiters, busboys, and even the chef stopped by at different times throughout the night to greet Melissa and exchange pleasantries. Melissa remembered that the waiter’s Aunt Francesa had recently had hip surgery and that the chef’s wife was seven and a half months pregnant. She knew that the busboy was saving his tips to buy a plane ticket to finally meet his long- distance girlfriend and she recalled that the bartender had recently broken up with her toxic boyfriend. And you just sat there and watched her in complete awe.

Melissa really was incredibly charismatic, but more than that, she seemed to really take notice of people and care for them in a way that seemed rare these days.

And you could only imagine how good it would feel to have someone like that be interested in you.

The two of you talked for hours while you enjoyed your meal. Melissa told you all about her huge family, her love of sports, her best and worst days at Abbott, and about a few of her past relationships. Meanwhile, you told her about your career goals, hobbies, favorite musicians, and a few horror stories about your own family. The conversation flowed effortlessly and you both smiled and laughed throughout the entire evening.

“Ya up for dessert, hon? They got pistachio stracciatella gelato here that’ll rock your world” Melissa said with a grin.

“Oh, I couldn’t eat another bite! But feel free to order something for yourself if you’re craving something sweet. I don’t mind waiting” you replied.

“Yeah, I’m definitely cravin’ somethin’, but I think I’d rather have dessert back at my place. These guys do alright, but nothin’ beats my tiramisu. Would you be up for that? I know you’re full, but just one bite won’t hurt, right?” Melissa said suggestively as she bit her lip.

And when you realized that she had invited you back to her place, you were so excited that you felt a little lightheaded.

Or maybe it was just the wine.

“Yeah, sure. One bite sounds good” you replied sweetly.

And Melissa looked like she had just won the lottery.

---

Melissa had a beautiful home. And even though you didn’t make a habit of going back to a woman’s place after only one date, something about tonight just felt different.

You and Melissa had undeniable and intense chemistry. You wanted her and she wanted you. And tonight, you decided to take Melissa’s advice to not hold back when you saw something you liked.

You sat down on top of her kitchen counter while she walked to the fridge to retrieve the tiramisu. And you couldn’t take your eyes off her. You could tell she was excited for you to try some, but you sensed that her excitement might have more to do with where you both knew this night was heading.

“Here, have a taste, hon” Melissa said as she walked over to the counter, stood between your open legs, and then brought the spoon up to your lips. And you were so pleasantly overwhelmed by the rich, creamy sweetness that you closed your eyes and moaned quietly.

When you opened them again, you saw Melissa gazing at you like you were the sun, moon, and stars. And the feeling of having her eyes on you was enough to make you wet.

“Mm. It’s so good, Melissa! Aren’t you going to have some?” you asked.

“I think I’d rather have a taste of somethin’ else, hon” Melissa replied as she leaned in slowly and kissed you on the lips.

You immediately wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her in closer as her tongue slid into your mouth. You moaned at the sensation and met her tongue with your own a moment later, eager to taste and tease her.

“Mm. Fuck, you taste good, Y/N. Is this… okay?” Melissa asked when your lips briefly parted.

“Definitely okay, but… I think we might be more comfortable if we moved things to a different location” you laughed as you jumped down from the counter.

“Oh, yeah? Tryin’ to get in my bed already, hon?” Melissa asked playfully with a raised eyebrow.

“Sure, we could do that. Or I could just fuck you on the couch. I’m fine either way, honestly” you replied. And you saw the effect your mischievous response had on the older woman.

“Maybe we start on the couch and see where things go then, huh?” Melissa asked as she reached for your hand and guided you over to the living room.

You sat down next to each other on the couch and immediately started to make out again. Melissa had one hand on your upper thigh and the other rested softly against the front of your neck. Meanwhile, you couldn’t keep your hands off her perfect breasts. You caressed and squeezed them through her sweater. And the sound of Melissa whimpering when you rolled her erect nipples between your fingers sent a wave of desire straight to your core.

“I’d really like to take your clothes off now, Melissa. Are you up for that?” you asked as you stared at her hungrily and bit your lower lip. And Melissa nodded enthusiastically in response.

You stood up and then reached down for her hand to help her up off the couch. Then you slowly lifted her tight sweater up over her head and tossed it to the ground before you got down on your knees to remove her pants. Beneath her clothing, Melissa wore a black lace bra and matching underwear. And as good as she looked like this, you couldn’t wait a second longer to rip off her panties and have your way with her.

You slowly pulled them down and then helped Melissa sit back down on the couch. And when you kneeled in front of her and spread her legs open wide, Melissa looked drunk with lust.

“Ya gonna take good care of me, sweetheart?” Melissa asked as you leaned in and sprinkled her inner thighs with warm, wet kisses.

“Mhm” you replied as you bit down gently and then sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

“Mm. Yeah? Ya gonna suck on my fuckin’ clit and lick my pussy and make me come for you, baby?” Melissa asked as she slid one hand into her bra and pinched her nipple while the other hand tangled itself in your hair and gave you a rough tug. And the dirty talk paired with the hair-pulling made you whimper in excitement.

“Oh, fuck! Yes! I’m gonna lick you until you come in my mouth, Melissa. I want to taste you right fucking now” you replied before you slid your tongue up against her wet cunt and finally felt the heat of her arousal against your eager mouth.

“F-Fuck, Y/N! Mm! Yeah! Oh, yeah! Fuck me with your tongue! Fuck me like that” Melissa cried out as she pushed her center against your mouth as firmly as she could and rode your tongue. And when you looked up to watch while she fucked herself on your face, you could feel your clit throbbing for her.

“Mm! Yeah, baby! Keep goin’. Ya like the way Mommy tastes?” Melissa moaned as her back began to arch, and her head fell back. She was close now, and you licked and sucked every inch of her swollen pussy while you tried to push her over the edge. And after hearing her refer to herself as ‘mommy,’ you were so turned on, you could barely resist the urge to touch yourself and come with her.

“You taste so fucking good, Mommy! I want your come all over my tongue” you replied quickly before you pushed your tongue back inside of her and curled it the way she seemed to like.

“O-Oh, God! Shit! I’m coming. I’m fucking c-coming! OH!” Melissa groaned in ecstasy as she grabbed your hair with both hands and continued to thrust her pussy against your tongue while the wave of euphoria rushed through her body. Her release covered your tongue, lips, and chin, and you wore the slick, delicious mess with pride.

“Mm. Christ, Y/N! You did so well, hon. Such a good girl for me. Made me come so fucking hard” Melissa said a moment later, excited to praise your efforts as she pulled you up onto the couch next to her. She leaned in and immediately kissed and licked her arousal off your face, and the feeling of her warm tongue on your skin made you clench your thighs in anticipation.

“Looks like someone’s ready for Mommy to take care of her now, huh? Whaddya say, hon? Lemme show you a good time?” Melissa asked hopefully as her hand caressed your cheek and she kissed her way up your neck.

“Y-yes, please, Mommy. I want you to fuck me now” you replied, unable to hide how eager you were for her touch. Melissa was so incredibly confident and sure of herself in every other aspect of life. And you had a feeling she would know exactly what to do to make you fall apart completely.

“Mind if we take it back to the bedroom, hon? I wanna make sure you’re nice and comfortable while I fuck you” Melissa suggested as she slowly stood up and then reached for your hand. And you smiled as she led you down the long hall toward her room.

“I’m gonna freshen up quick, Y/N. Get undressed and wait for me on the bed” Melissa instructed as she placed a sensual kiss against your lips and then gently pushed you down onto the mattress.

You quickly took your clothes off and couldn’t help but laugh when you saw the wet stain of your excitement on your underwear. You put your clothes on a chair by the window and then sat down on the bed to wait for Melissa to return.

And when she saw your body, she closed her eyes for a minute a laughed quiety.

“Everything okay?” you asked, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.

“Okay? Okay?! Look at you, hon! You’re fuckin’ perfect. God, I can’t believe I got someone who looks this gorgeous sittin’ here waitin’ on me to make ‘em come” Melissa beamed as she approached the bed.

“What are you going to do to me, Mommy?” you asked as you laid back against the mattress and licked your lips.

“Hmm. Well, I noticed ya really seem to like my tits. So, I have somethin’ in mind I think ya might enjoy” Melissa said with a cocky grin as she leaned down between your legs, took one of her breasts in her hand, and pushed it up against you, letting it slide up on your soaking wet pussy. You felt your mouth drop open in awe as you watched her guide her nipple to rub up against your clit. And Melissa smiled brightly when she heard the desperate, needy moan that poured out of you.

“O-oh… f-fuck…” was all you could manage to say as Melissa continued to tease your entrance and clit with her breast that was now coated in your arousal. A moment later, she crawled up the bed and laid down on top of you, her hands pressed against the mattress just above your shoulders and her breasts dangled just above your mouth.

“Clean Mommy up, baby” Melissa instructed with a mischievous look in her eyes. And you immediately tilted your chin up to meet her full, perfect breasts and began to lick and suck every inch of her that had been pressed against your cunt.

“Mm. Did ya like that, hon? Did ya like it when Mommy teased you with her big tits?” Melissa asked, moaning in pleasure as you sucked hard on her nipples and squeezed her breasts firmly.

“Fuck yes! It felt amazing” you replied eagerly as you continued to tease and caress her chest.

“Bet you’re ready to be fucked now, huh?” Melissa asked as she watched you delight in her body.

“Yes, please, M…” you started to say before your voice was suddenly interrupted by the incredible sensation of Melissa Schemmenti shoving two of her fingers deep inside of your throbbing pussy. And the smug smile on her face was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

“H-holy shit… Oh, Mommy! Fuck me, Mommy” you cried out in pleasure as Melissa pounded her fingers into you over and over again.

“Mm. You’re takin’ me so well, Y/N! You were so nice and wet! All for me. Just for me. My fingers just slid right into your pretty little cunt. And I’m not pullin’ ‘em out until they’re covered in come, baby” Melissa growled as she bit you gently on the neck and then started to curl her fingers up against your front wall. Each new thrust pushed against that spot inside you that always made you come crashing down. And you couldn’t wait to completely give yourself over to Melissa when you came.

“I’m close! I’m so fucking close. God, you f-feel so good inside me, M-mommy. Give it to me. Please, give it to me” you panted breathlessly as a white heat and familiar tension began to build at your core.

“Mm. Yeah, take it, Y/N! Take it, baby” Melissa grunted as she gave a few more firm thrusts and watched in awe as your body began shake beneath her.

“YES! OH, MELISSA! OH, GOD” you moaned loudly as you came hard against her skilled fingers.

“There’s my good girl” Melissa said, gently praising you as she pressed soft kisses against your neck and guided you through your climax. And when she slowly withdrew her fingers from your center and then brought them to her mouth to taste your release, you suddenly felt lightheaded. Your body went limp and you laid back and had to close your eyes.

“Shit, hon! Ya okay?” Melissa asked, and you could hear the concern in her voice.

“I-I’m fine. I’m okay, Melissa. Promise! I think maybe I’m just a little overwhelmed. That was… amazing. You’re amazing” you replied with a grin.

“Well, I think you’re pretty amazin’, too, Y/N” Melissa said with a bright smile.

And you were surprised to feel tears building at the corners of your eyes.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt pleasure like this or the last time you felt so comfortable with another person. Melissa was everything you were looking for in a woman and you still couldn’t believe she actually wanted you, too. And when the high from your orgasm finally subsided, all that was left was a feeling of deep insecurity.

“You’re cryin’, baby! Are ya sure you’re really okay? Did I hurt ya?” Melissa asked with a worried expression on her face as she pulled you into her arms and kissed you gently on the forehead.

“I’m just… I’m so scared that you’ll change your mind about this. About wanting me. I’m worried the more you get to know me, the more you’ll think I’m not… good enough for you. Not mature enough or successful enough or…” you said before Melissa placed a finger against your lips to softly silence you.

“Y/N, listen to me, hon. Look, I’m real sorry some other women fumbled ya the way they did. That’s on them, baby. Not you! You’re beautiful and intelligent and hardworkin’ and fuckin’ funny! Not to mention, you’re incredible in bed! You’re the whole damn package, hon. And if those idiots couldn’t see that… couldn’t figure out how to cherish that… it’s their loss. But I’m hopin’ it’s my gain. I’m hopin’ ya give me a chance to show ya that you’re more than enough for me. Okay?” Melissa said sweetly as she took your chin in her hand and pulled you into a tender kiss.

“Are you sure?” you asked as you moved to wipe away your tears.

“Yeah, hon. I’m sure. Ya just gotta let yourself trust that I know what I want. And that I wouldn’t hurt ya like that” Melissa assured you.

“Thanks for a wonderful night, Melissa. And… you were right…” you said with a smirk.

“Oh, yeah? About what?” Melissa asked curiously.

“That was the best tiramisu I’ve ever had” you laughed as you leaned in and nipped at her lower lip.

“Damn right! Just wait ‘til ya try my cannoli, hon” Melissa bragged just as she slid her tongue into your mouth and kissed you passionately.

“Mm! I can’t wait” you replied.

And when Melissa proposed to you a year and a half later, she had the waiter hide the ring in the tiramisu.