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Where on earth is that lovable idiot? tu wondered as tu paced impatiently, eventually throwing yourself onto the couch. He better not forgot that today is our anniversary. tu smiled half-heartedly. No, he’d never forget, not him. Sure, he pretends to forget sometimes, but he never does. Seriously though, tu frowned, where is he?
The clock struck seven.
He was a minuto late.
Folding your arms, a chill traced your bare skin so tu slid off the sofá to throw on a shawl, handbag clinging to you. You’d dressed for tonight because Feliciano dicho he’d take tu out dancing; not only was your dress picked out perfectly for the occasion, but your hair was curled and makeup done simply but beautifully. tu scowled as tu trucked into your room, passing por a clock.
Two minutos late.
Wait, why am I being so anal about the time? Gah! I can’t help it!
Blushing, tu admitted that although the lovable Italian sometimes made tu wait, tu loved him más than anyone. His gentility and careful nature was perfect for you; sure, tu were tough and it wasn’t just an act, but where affairs of the corazón were concerned, one wrong mover could break you. Pulling a chal, mantón from your closet, tu pulled it around your shoulders and wished his arms would take its place.
Soon, they would.
Reentering the elegant living room, tu noticed that the front door was open. Glare touching your eyes, scowl giving way to suspicion, tu strode past a carefully placed box of chocolates to close the damn door. It was winter; there was no way tu were letting any frigid air in! Slamming the door with a huff, assuming the wind blew it open, tu turned around only to have Feliciano spring upon tu and tackle tu into the door, smothering tu with kisses.
“Ve! I’m home! kiss me! kiss me!”
Flushing, surprised and caught off guard, tu exclaimed, “Hey! Y-you! You!” tu sputtered, trying to remove his romantic lips from yours—if tu weren’t careful, he would kiss away your grimace. “Where have tu been? You’re five minutes,” tu glanced at the clock to be sure, “late!”
“I know!” He gave tu that stupid, heart-melting smile. “But I had to wait for something!”
“Wait for what?” tu growled, giving him an unimpressed glower.
Golden-brown eyes puzzled, your little Italian smiled nonetheless. It was a good thing he didn’t take tu too seriously. “For the storm!” Feliciano pointed out the window. Snow piled around the windowpane, white specks the only thing tu could see in the black abyss.
Ah, tu understood, I had forgotten about the weather. Looks like a blizzard out there—it’s terrible!
Suddenly apologetic and embarrassed, your cheeks lit up and tu fell silent. Giggling, Feliciano took your chin in his hand and pulled your face adelante, hacia adelante for a sweet kiss. “Smile! Sei molto carina!” (You are very cute!) As his lips pressed pleasantly against yours, tu surrendered to his charm and hugged him tightly. Even when tu were wrong, he would forgive tu because he knew how much tu cared.
Hands sensually roving your body, he kissed your neck in earnest adoration and happy excitement. Embracing tu against his chest, he nuzzled your cheek with his nose and hummed something in Italian that tu didn’t quite catch. Looking into his joyful face, tu couldn’t help but to smile.
“I amor you, Feliciano,” tu whispered against his lips, besar him, “I’m happy you’re safe.”
“Mmm,” Feliciano pulled away, face mock-serious, “but I’ll only forgive tu on one condition!”
This piqued your curiosity. “One condition?” One eyebrow descended and your jaw hardened. What was he on about? Absentmindedly crossing your arms, tu waited as he gestured towards tu expectantly. An airheaded grin passed over his lips.
“Reach into your handbag and say yes!”
Frowning, tu glanced at your handbag and noticed it was propped open. Cautiously reaching in, uncertainties overwhelming, your fingers brushed a box and tu seized it, pulling it out. A ring box, tu noted, and your mind kicked into hyper drive, causing your cheeks to flare as tu opened it.
No way! This is—this is—!
“My favorito! gem!” tu exclaimed. “How did tu know?”
Feliciano laughed knowingly. “Silly, it’s más than just that! Read the inscription!” Glancing back to the box, tu read the messily scrawled but adorable nevertheless words: “Io ti amo. Marry me, bella?” (I amor you. Marry me, beautiful?). Feliciano grinned at tu expectantly, rocking on his heels as exultant as could be. Knowing enough Italian to translate, tu met his easygoing smile.
“F-Feliciano!” tu reached for him, catching him and hugging him. Burying your face in his chest, tu exclaimed, “Yes! Of course I’ll m-m,” the words caught on your lips, voice thick with choked bliss, “marry you!” His laugh sounded about your head, a pleasant, tinkling sound, and when tu looked up at him, his mouth met yours as he delivered another heart-stopping kiss.“I amor you.”
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Where on earth is that lovable idiot? tu wondered as tu paced impatiently, eventually throwing yourself onto the couch. He better not forgot that today is our anniversary. tu smiled half-heartedly. No, he’d never forget, not him. Sure, he pretends to forget sometimes, but he never does. Seriously though, tu frowned, where is he?
The clock struck seven.
He was a minuto late.
Folding your arms, a chill traced your bare skin so tu slid off the sofá to throw on a shawl, handbag clinging to you. You’d dressed for tonight because Feliciano dicho he’d take tu out dancing; not only was your dress picked out perfectly for the occasion, but your hair was curled and makeup done simply but beautifully. tu scowled as tu trucked into your room, passing por a clock.
Two minutos late.
Wait, why am I being so anal about the time? Gah! I can’t help it!
Blushing, tu admitted that although the lovable Italian sometimes made tu wait, tu loved him más than anyone. His gentility and careful nature was perfect for you; sure, tu were tough and it wasn’t just an act, but where affairs of the corazón were concerned, one wrong mover could break you. Pulling a chal, mantón from your closet, tu pulled it around your shoulders and wished his arms would take its place.
Soon, they would.
Reentering the elegant living room, tu noticed that the front door was open. Glare touching your eyes, scowl giving way to suspicion, tu strode past a carefully placed box of chocolates to close the damn door. It was winter; there was no way tu were letting any frigid air in! Slamming the door with a huff, assuming the wind blew it open, tu turned around only to have Feliciano spring upon tu and tackle tu into the door, smothering tu with kisses.
“Ve! I’m home! kiss me! kiss me!”
Flushing, surprised and caught off guard, tu exclaimed, “Hey! Y-you! You!” tu sputtered, trying to remove his romantic lips from yours—if tu weren’t careful, he would kiss away your grimace. “Where have tu been? You’re five minutes,” tu glanced at the clock to be sure, “late!”
“I know!” He gave tu that stupid, heart-melting smile. “But I had to wait for something!”
“Wait for what?” tu growled, giving him an unimpressed glower.
Golden-brown eyes puzzled, your little Italian smiled nonetheless. It was a good thing he didn’t take tu too seriously. “For the storm!” Feliciano pointed out the window. Snow piled around the windowpane, white specks the only thing tu could see in the black abyss.
Ah, tu understood, I had forgotten about the weather. Looks like a blizzard out there—it’s terrible!
Suddenly apologetic and embarrassed, your cheeks lit up and tu fell silent. Giggling, Feliciano took your chin in his hand and pulled your face adelante, hacia adelante for a sweet kiss. “Smile! Sei molto carina!” (You are very cute!) As his lips pressed pleasantly against yours, tu surrendered to his charm and hugged him tightly. Even when tu were wrong, he would forgive tu because he knew how much tu cared.
Hands sensually roving your body, he kissed your neck in earnest adoration and happy excitement. Embracing tu against his chest, he nuzzled your cheek with his nose and hummed something in Italian that tu didn’t quite catch. Looking into his joyful face, tu couldn’t help but to smile.
“I amor you, Feliciano,” tu whispered against his lips, besar him, “I’m happy you’re safe.”
“Mmm,” Feliciano pulled away, face mock-serious, “but I’ll only forgive tu on one condition!”
This piqued your curiosity. “One condition?” One eyebrow descended and your jaw hardened. What was he on about? Absentmindedly crossing your arms, tu waited as he gestured towards tu expectantly. An airheaded grin passed over his lips.
“Reach into your handbag and say yes!”
Frowning, tu glanced at your handbag and noticed it was propped open. Cautiously reaching in, uncertainties overwhelming, your fingers brushed a box and tu seized it, pulling it out. A ring box, tu noted, and your mind kicked into hyper drive, causing your cheeks to flare as tu opened it.
No way! This is—this is—!
“My favorito! gem!” tu exclaimed. “How did tu know?”
Feliciano laughed knowingly. “Silly, it’s más than just that! Read the inscription!” Glancing back to the box, tu read the messily scrawled but adorable nevertheless words: “Io ti amo. Marry me, bella?” (I amor you. Marry me, beautiful?). Feliciano grinned at tu expectantly, rocking on his heels as exultant as could be. Knowing enough Italian to translate, tu met his easygoing smile.
“F-Feliciano!” tu reached for him, catching him and hugging him. Burying your face in his chest, tu exclaimed, “Yes! Of course I’ll m-m,” the words caught on your lips, voice thick with choked bliss, “marry you!” His laugh sounded about your head, a pleasant, tinkling sound, and when tu looked up at him, his mouth met yours as he delivered another heart-stopping kiss.“I amor you.”