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Hey everyone!

A new chapter is upon us! After the news, our favorite couple of restorers go back to their daily life, enjoying their budding loves :3 Hope you like this chapter, I am keeping the notes as promised, just have to figure out how to make it easier for you all! If you like this chapter, leave a comment, a fave or a vote!

All cheers and love goes to my boyfriend and fiancé Gritou!

"Grazie a dio è venerdì1!"Clara said loudly, stretching her arms over her head and, consequently, popping her spine. In addition, it highlighted her assets, which were barely hidden by the shirt she was wearing.

"Can't agree more." The Rottweiler rumbled, just exiting his bedroom as he had followed the other canine. He pulled up the blue boxers he had just retrieved, covering his naughty bits; it would have been better to stay naked, but he was too chivalrous to stay naked before a lady.

"I really need to relax! Do you have some beer?" The sheppie asked, already padding lightly toward the kitchen. The shirt that she had stole from Ale was just barely long enough to cover her panties, since she was as tall as him; the way her ass swing as she walked away was just... hypnotic, the two perfect and firm orbs appearing with each wag of her long tail...

"Uhm? Oh yeah, we have Peroni2, I think!" He told her, regaining his senses. Damn, it had been just mere minutes since they finished, and he was feeling already randy just by looking at her ass...

"Nastro Azzuro3 would have been better, but I will take that." She turned slightly, smiling at her to show that she was bearing no ill feelings.

"Sorry, Luca prefers that one and since he is the one doing the groceries..." Ale informed her, not omitting that he had been the one doing them last time. He went to follow her, catching her as she opened the fridge and bent over to grab the beer. "Uhm, che culo...4" He thought, admiring his girlfriend once more.

"It's okay, silly." Her voice was muffled since her head was all in the fridge, yelping in happiness as she spotted the beers, straightened herself again with two bottles in her paws. Closing the frigorifero5with a bump of her ass, Clara turned to face the rottie, a smirk as she noted the semi in his boxers.

"But I want my ragazza to have what she likes..." The buff restorer whined, slightly blushing at being caught like that.

"You can pamper me next time. Now, where the hell you put the apribottiglia6?" The sheppie asked, corking one brow, passing the other canine as she walked to the living room. The message was clear, and it didn't take much to find what needed and join her on the couch, the metal thing in one big paw.

"You are lucky that I don't mind you being lazy." The rottie quirked, handing over the metal thing to the womanly canine, sitting besides here as she opened up the bottles.

"Oh, I am not lazy; I am teaching you how to be a perfect boyfriend." She jabbed back as she passed one of the bottles to the darker dog, resting her back on the couch as she sipped from her own.

"And fetching you things is part of that?" The Rottweiler mused, his triangular ears moving in fake discomfort as part of the play while his meaty arm surrounded his girlfriend, pulling her closer to him.

"Of course! You have to treat me as the princess I am!" Clara exclaimed, leaning in the embrace as she kept drinking her beer, both of them sporting goofy smirks after such an exchange. And so they remained, silent, enjoying the company and the presence of the other, not a sound in the air; but it wasn't an uncomfortable silent, it was friendly and warm, a cocoon that battled against the heat of the night.

That was what Ale had been searching for a long time, a person to be comfortable with, joking and laughing, doing serious talks or just stay silent. For all these years, the only fur who had filled those criteria had been Luca, and probably that would have sufficed... But the lupine couldn't fill one important role, did he not?

The Rottweiler wondered if he should tell his girlfriend that. Things were fine now, and that would be a show of love no? Sex had gone back to normal... even though he used un... aiutino7, but nothing wrong with that, no? She felt amazing against him, when they were locked in the passionate embrace of-

"What are you thinking about, Ale?" Clara's voice interrupted his thoughts, her eyes staring at the bulge forming in his boxers. She didn't sound bothered, maybe amused, but still... It was embarrassing.

"W-well nothing, sei carina8 in my t-shirt, eheheheh." He blabbed, not sure what to say. It is never good to show to a girl how much of a horndog you were, no? He had to hide that, and play it cool despite the evidence.

"Uhm... okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy." The bootylicious sheppie sniffed, sounding a bit disappointed. "So, where are Luca and Edward going tonight?"

The sudden subject took Ale by surprise, especially since he thought the statuesque woman was going to either pull his leg or commence another session of love making. Maybe she was tired and needed to regain some strength. She could have picked a better topic though...

"I dunno, somewhere, maybe going to eat some pizza? I really dunno." The rottie revealed his ignorance of his friend's plans for the evening. Not that he hadn't asked, just the lupo hadn't been sure where the night would lead them... Which he didn't like at all.

"Well, I hope they are going some place nice. It's their second date after all." Clara replied, not picking up the uneasiness of her boyfriend. "It is a good sign that they want to see each other so soon after the first."

"Yeah, such a good sign." He rumbled, his ears flicking. The lupine was quite smitten of the young American, always texting and such, and jumping right away in this second date. All trimmed and wearing nice clothes. The Rottweiler was fearing that things were going too fast for his friend, and he didn't want for him to get burn...

"Strange that you didn't organize another operazione9 this time around." The other canine mused between sips of her beer, sounding like she was eager to go undercover another time. It had been fun, true, but...

"Luca is a grown up, and we got good intel on this "girlfriend" of the Americano." Ale begrudgedly admitted. True, he had felt like he HAD to be sure about this cougar's intentions, but his story sounded credible, and that had been the main source of worry... Then again, this feline might be not as perfect as he seemed...

"That is sweet of you, to worry so about your friend." The sheppie chimed, planting a big kiss on the side of the restorer's muzzle, scooping even closer now. He looked at her, baffled by that.

"I am not worried about him!" Ale declared, denying the evidence but still keeping his girlfriend close. The heat of her body was just comforting, even if it added up to the weather.

"Yes you are, you silly cane10!" Clara reproached him, bumping his nose with a finger. "I know that tone and look, you worry about him."

The rottie stayed silent for a moment, undecided if he should admit that or not. "... Fine, I am. We don't know anything about this kid!" He exclaimed, throwing his paws in the air in desperation.

"Isn't that how things are, always? I mean, unless you date a friend or a friend of friends, you never know the other person!" The sheppie explained to him in attempt to calm him down, nimbly dodging the moving paws.

"I don't like that, at all." The rottie pouted, though he did see the truth in his girlfriend words. Just... This cat had lied once, that wasn't a good start... and made Luca upset during that dinner... and...

"You weren't this worried when he had that one night stand with... That other American..." The lawyer added, pausing a bit before adding more under her breath. "I guess Luca digs for American cats..."

"Quella è tutta un'altra storia11!" The rottie replied.

"In which way?" Clara asked, her deep brown eyes boring holes in the bigger dog's skull. "Because that cat didn't stay?"

The Rottweiler paused, his mouth opened to reply to that. What she said... was the truth, now that he thought about it. That Stanley had been a passer-by, a meteor that had passed through Luca's life, even if he had left his mark. This kid, on the other paw... He could remain for a long time and... and...

".. Fine, you are right. I don't know why I don't trust him..." He admitted, reluctantly. Edward hadn't done anything to his friend, so far, and he didn't seem like... Carlo, to take a pick. He looked at his girlfriend and leaned over her, kissing her on her lips, tongue slipping in for a few seconds and brushing against hers before he stopped it.

"What was that for? Non che non apprezzi12..." Clara mumbled, grinning widely at the muscular fur, her breathing a bit heavier after the quick exchange.

"To be the reasonable one among us." Ale told her, kissing her again. This time is was not a quick affair, as she wrapped her arms around him and fought back the invading tongue, their bodies pressing together as their tongues battled fiercely for supremacy.

The rottie felt his pridehood awakening again as they kept kissing, starting to wonder if they might just get rid of the flew clothes they still had on them and going at it on the divano13. He never... baptised it, except when he was looking at a porn, and this seemed the occasion to take the piece of furniture virginity...

Clara broke the kiss before he could put his plan into action, smiling at him in a wicked way. "Ease up boy, you have to wait for round two!" She told him, sitting straight again and brushing his messed up hair with her fingers.

"Why waiting?" Ale complained, though he complied to her request. After all, if she wasn't in the mood (despite proves otherwise) he couldn't force into sex...

"To punish you of not taking the opportunity when I caught you ingrifato14!" The German Shepherd replied with a smirk, making her boyfriend blush and flustered. He had known he should have taken the chance! Why were women so difficult to read..?

"I guess I deserve that..." The darker canine said, readjusting his hard on in his boxers... and making a good show of that. Maybe he could make her rethink on such a punishment...

"Well, we better be careful, else we would be caught by Luca, no?" She joked, making a scene out of it, turning her head around as if she expected the lupine to appear all of sudden.

"He said that he would do pretty late tonight... And that I could bring you here, too." The rottie replied, deadpan, his ears flicking a bit. The lupo didn't stay up late, d'abitudine15, the cat was already changing him.

"I see, so we have time to fornicate then!" The long furred woman said, sounding quite happy, as if she really had feared to be found there in compromising positions. Ale feared the same too, so far there hadn't been any accident of that kind, and he hoped that the lucky streak wouldn't be broken that day.

"Yep! Plenty of that." He leered on her, his eyes focusing on her various attractive assets before continuing. "So, how has it been at work?"

Clara took in stride the question, knowing fully well that now they were battling on whom would be the first to beg for sex. "Ah, same as always, lots of acts, lots of udienze16... Lots of lines in the tribunal..."

"I really don't envy your job, Clara. Must be hard to do all of that!" He comforted her, squeezing a bit her shoulder, even though she didn't need to. She was a tough cookie after all!

"Eh, it is the hell I chose and I have to stick to it." She stuck her tongue out, giving a broad and toothy smile to him. "What about you? Repainted some old frescos?"

"Restaurato17, dear, not repainted." The rottie corrected her, gently though since he knew she was teasing him. "And, in fact, yes, we did. We are almost finished with that chapel!"

"Oh goodness, you are?" The German Shepherd gasped in fake shock, going so far to raise a paw to her gaping mouth.

"Yeah, well, we should end on schedule after all." The muscled restorer added, his chest standing out with pride.

"On SCHEDULE? I think I'm going to faint..." The womanly canine said, reacting overdramatically at such outlandish news.

"Well, we work well and don't lazy around. Get everything done in due time!" The darker dog rumbled with satisfaction. Probably that was among the reasons he and Luca had got the unofficial offer...

"Scherzi a parte18, it sounds really amazing! Congrats Ale!" Clara exclaimed, hugging her boyfriend really really tight, pressing her assets against those muscles. "Do you already know what will be your next project?"

"Uhm?" The Rottweiler mumbled, his mind focused on the firm forms hold so close to his body, wondering if he should make a move. "Actually, there might be something on the way."

"Really? What is that about?" She asked, still hugging her man, her head resting on the bare his bare shoulder.

"Well, it is not official yet... But remember that I told you about meeting the prof., right?" Ale asked, as he tried to remember what he had told her before. It would have been a waste of time if he had to repeat things already said.

"Yeah, I remember you freaking out about it... And telling me afterwards it hadn't been anything serious." She answered her, her voice dripping curiosity; now he recalled that he had not provided information for the exact reason to keep her on edge...

"Well, it was to talk about this new project... Though, he almost gave me and Luca an heart attack!" The buff dog exclaimed, his ears moving at the memory. Damn if that old badger was slow! Maybe he revelled in making his subordinates swear...

"When you reach a certain age, you naturally achieve a sense of drama." The feminine canine nodded, sounding like she had experienced that in the past. "You are still not telling me what this job will be about though!"

"Eeheheh sorry, I guess I am as bad as him." The rottie chuckled, cradling his girlfriend even more as he started to give the details. "It is something that is offered to Luca too. We don't know much about it, but it will be a position as capigruppo19 of two restoring teams."

The sheppie's ears perked as she stood up a bit, staring into the eyes of her boyfriend, happiness radiation from her face. "That is very good news! Congrats!" She exclaimed, her long tail wagging behind her.

"Eehehehe yeah, I am very happy too! They recognize our abilities!" He exclaimed back, his own stub moving for the happiness.

"Ci scommetto20!" It sounds like a big responsibility and a huge promotion!" The lighter coloured dog kept showing her happiness to the good news, her tail not giving a sign to stop soon.

"Yeah! Though, Luca isn't that sure if he should accept it." Ale grimaced. That was the only sore spot in the perfect picture.

"Uhm? How come? I thought he would be happy to get that!" The sheppie exclaimed, baffled at such a revelation.

"I thought the same! But he is in this new thing with Edward, and he thinks that accepting might hurt his chances for it getting serious." He said, his expression darkening. They didn't have a fight over that, sure, but they had come dangerously close to that; he just couldn't see why Luca worried about it...

"Is he thinking of transferring to the US with Edward? Isn't that a bit... premature?" Clara frowned, the worry on her muzzle clear; probably she was thinking the same things he would have in her place.

"Nonono! He isn't!" The rottie was quick to fix the misunderstanding. "He just fears that moving to Milan wouldn't be a good thing, saying that it could kill whatever is starting between them. Of course, I told him that it is too big an opportunity to decline, it can change our lives and such!"

The German Shepherd had tensed during the long tirade of her boyfriend, her eyes growing harder with each word as she stared. Ale didn't notice at first, but since he wasn't looking at her, but the coldness that he felt radiating from her made him stop on his tracks and start to worry.

"... So the job will in Milan?" She said icily, her face an unreadable mask of stone. That was never a good sign, especially if...

... Her paws went to her hips as she moved away from the rottie, making him sigh. He had committed a great mistake... if only he knew which. "Yes, it is one of the project for the Ex-"

"Shouldn't you mentioned that at the beginning?" Clara accused, standing up now, paws still at her hips. Somehow she reminded the rottie of his mom's, particularly when he had done something wrong; the fact she was just in a t-shirt and underwear made that feeling all kinds of weird.

"I-I told you right now, no?" The dark and sweating dog tried to justify himself. What use telling her at the beginning? After all it was just a small detail, and unimportant at that...

"And you are going to accept that offer, don't you?" She seemed to calm down, speaking in soft and quiet tones now. Maybe he had managed to make amend of his mistake...

"Beh, yes, as I said, it is a great opportunity after all." Ale answered, hoping that this was the end of the argument. That hope died as her eyes widened and her nostrils flared in anger.

"WITHOUT EVEN DISCUSSING WITH ME FIRST?" Clara shouted in outrage. The Rottweiler just sighed, preparing himself for a long night.

Translation:

1) Thank God is Friday!

2) Famous Italian brand of beer

3) Another famous Italian brand of beer

4) "Such a booty/ass..."

5) Fridge

6) Bottle opener

7) Little help

8) You are cute

9) Operation

10) Dog

11) This is another story!

12) Not that I don't appreciate...

13) Couch

14) Horned up/horny

15) Usually

16) Judicial hearing/audience

17) Restored

18) Jokes aside, which in Italy means to get serious

19) Group leader

20) I bet!