Once again, you found yourself daydreaming about him.
You probably looked rather silly, sitting there snuggled deeply into your couch, dreamy smile plastered onto your face. But what could you say? You were in love, after all.
Everything about him dominated your thoughts, 24/7. You were infatuated by every little thing he did. His sweet and adorable personality, his unconditional love for pasta, and even his little "vee~" at the end of practically every sentence. How could anyone not love him?
Well, most people "loved" him in a different way to you - at least, you hoped so. Your love was the "I-want-to-kiss-you-right-now" kind of love. You sighed, unwillingly bringing yourself down to reality. There was no way he'd kiss you as "more than friends", persay. He, being of Italian nature, would just assume you were being friendly, right?
A sudden banging noise aroused you from your daydreaming, causing your head to snap up sharply. Looking around for the source, you noticed that the front door was shaking ever so slightly.
"Vee~ Bella, are you hooome?~"
"HOLY SHI-" You yelled, falling off the comfy couch onto the not-so-comfy floor. What was he, of all people that could have possibly come, doing here, at your own house? Well, of course you were pretty close friends, but he'd never come to your house before - you'd always gone to his, much to the displeasure of Romano and to the pleasure of Antonio. How did he get your address anyway? Rubbing your temples, you groaned and forced yourself into a standing position.
"_______ vee~ Let me in, let me in! I need to show you something awesome, vee~"
You stiffled a giggle, walking as quickly and as quietly as you could towards the door. For a second there he'd almost sounded like Prussia.
He was still banging his hand on the door, and hadn't yet realised you were practically on the other side. Grabbing the door handle, you pulled opened the door roughly, causing the Italian to fall flat on his face.
"That was mean, _______ vee~!" He cried, pushing himself up slightly and sniffling. You just chuckled lightly.
"But your pain amuses me greatly, Feli~" You giggled, causing him to frown. Puffing out a bit of air, you leaned down and patted his head, careful to avoid the curl. "Just kidding. C'mon, watcha got to show me?"
He stopped frowning and immediately looked up to you, eyes wide and bright with excitement. You reeled back in shock. Why were his eyes open?!
"I read about a game in one of Japan's manga books, vee~!" He said happily, golden eyes staring into your confused (e/c) ones. "Let's go play bella!"
You were still in a state of shock, so before you could even protest you ended up being dragged roughly into your living room. Reaching the couch, he sat down, pulling you into his lap in the process.
Your face flushed a bright red as you came back to reaity. Leaning back, you could feel the warmth of his body beneath you, and your body moved with every slow breath that he took. In fact, you could almost distinguish his heartbeat, but it was hard as yours was beating so erratically. After a few seconds of awkward silence, you shifted against him uneasily. Not that you weren't happy or that uncomfortable, of course. Just totally nervous.
"S-so Feli...t-tell me, what game is this exactly?" You asked, slowly craning your neck to look him in the eyes. His smile was happy and somewhat innocent, but that look in his eyes was something darker and inquisitive. It was a rare occasion that he showed these kind of emotions around others. And yet, here he was, sitting on your couch with a look that could rival a member of the Bad Touch Trio's. You gulped.
"Why don't I just show you?" He whispered into your left ear, voice low and resonating. His eyes were boring into yours, and you couldn't help but let out a small squeak at his closeness.
"Don't peak~" He chuckled, lifting up his right hand and turning your face foreword. You could feel the roughness of his skin, and smell the sweetness of a rich red wine. But the moment was gone, and the warmth was removed from your cheek. Somewhat disapointed at this, you shifted yet again.
You could feel the stifled laughter through his chest on your back. "Impatiant, are we?" He said, clearly amused at your actions. You frowned.
"Of course I am, you haven-"
"You can look now, _________."
Turning to again view your captor, your once decreasing blush returned full force with extra colour. There, dangling from the corner of his half-smiling mouth, was a stick of that oh so famous treat - Pocky.
You lowered your gaze from his beautiful eyes, processing the information that had just been presented. He wanted to play it… with… you?
"Y-you want to play the Pocky game?" You squeaked quietly, flicking your eyes back up to his. His smile moved the Pocky in his mouth slightly, and you couldn't help but let your gaze wander to his lips.
"Yes." He breathed, golden eyes alive with such emotion that eventially you found your self nodding. Satisfied with your response, he lifted up his left hand to gently grab your own.
Nodding yet again, you stood up from his warm figure and quickly turned to face him. He was still smiling with that same smile - still staring with those intense eyes.
You sat on command, breathing in his scent once more. Perhaps you were somewhat embarressed by the fact that you were straddling him, but you were too distracted by the pocky swinging tauntingly from his lips to realise. Placing a hand on either of your arms, he ever so slowly moved his head until his nose was barely a centimetre in front of yours.
He bit down hard on the Pocky, and you automatically grabbed it with your teeth to prevent it from falling. Waiting a few seconds, he decided to bite down once again. This time, something clicked in your brain. You bit.
And so, this slow game of emotional torture proceeded until his lips were barely ghosting yours, and you could practically feel their soft texture. Shivering in anticipation, you couldn't take it anymore. Dropping the miniscule Pocky from your grip, you pressed your lips roughly to his.
He responded immediately. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and you were pressed up against him in a fervent manner. You pushed your hands roughly into his hair, relishing in its texture. His lip movements were passionate and desperate, as you imagined yours were too. You moved your hands not only through his hair but around his neck and back. He groaned, rubbing his hands all over your back and shoulders.
By the time a break was needed in order to regain oxygen, you were both panting and very flushed.
"That…" you gasped, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. "Was… interesting…"
Nodding in agreement, he rested his no longer moving hands gently against your sides. Looking once more into your eyes, he sighed, then smiled sheepishly.
"What would you say if I told you...ti amo?" He asked, uncertain eyes searching yours for a response. Smiling gently, you rested your forehead against his and gently pecked his lips.
"Sei tutto per me. Ti amo, Feliciano Vargas."
As soon as those words left your mouth, his face lit up in happiness. He wrapped his arms fully and securely around your waist, and he leaned in, whispering gently before kissing you deeply once again.
"Cara mia, ti voglio bene."