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