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Delicate tracing of calloused finger tips along your neck is what awoke you that morning. The deep vibrations coming from the chest of the man pressed up against your back, mixed with the soft humming of a recognisable tune made you smile and press back against the warm skin behind you. The Italian summer sun shone warmly through the sheer white curtains, blowing slightly as soft gusts of wind came through the open window, bringing with it the comforting smells of nature; freshly cut grass, peach fields, and pollen. The summer scents flooded your head, along with the fading lavender cologne of your lover, and the sounds of birds chirping and distant tractors made your heart swell – there was nowhere you’d rather be.
Bringing your hand up to the other’s, now moved from your neck to caress your face, you heard the humming stop and instead be replaced by a kiss planted on your temple. Turning around to look at him, you were met by groggy purple and gold eyes, worn deep and tired but radiating happiness due to the warm smile plastered beneath them. The juxtaposition between his tired, aged face caused by years of insomnia and stress, and the soft adoration that beamed from it was something only you got to experience, in the comfort of your own privacy, and the exclusivity of it made you value rare intimate moments like this with him even more. You couldn’t help but pull him down for another kiss, this one longer but just as light-hearted as your lips melded perfectly together. Pulling away with a slight giggle, you brushed a strand of his hair behind his ear and booped him on the nose, causing him to reciprocate the laugh.
“Good morning piccolina” he breathed, barely above a whisper, his voice still deep and rough with sleep. He looked and sounded better rested than most days, only adding to your good mood, knowing that he finally got a good night’s sleep.
“Morning Leone” you slurred, rubbing your eyes trying to rub the sleep out of them. “You look better rested than yesterday… and most days.” you teased laying your head down against your pillow and looking up at him lovingly. He stayed upright, leaning on his elbow as his other hand twisted your hair around his fingers.
“Only cause I get to have you next to me…” he scoffed, lightly slapping you on the head as he gazed into your eyes with the same affectionate look. Moving his hand back to his first location on your neck, he traced the marks that decorated it – remnants of the night before. He smirked in approval before leaning down and pressing wet kisses on the bruises, leading down to your shoulders and upper chest. His hand travelled down to your lower back to press your bare chest against his, the warmth of his toned front making you feel at home. You breathed in his scent, snuggling closer to him as he felt you smile against his skin.
“… And what we were doing last night knocked me out pretty quickly too” he cooed into your ear, licking a long strip behind it, causing you to shiver and your cheeks and ears to flair up in tingly heat, as you pushed him away jokingly and giggled at his pout. So much for an innocent good morning. Sitting back into his previous position, his fingers traced up and down your spine with long squiggly lines, creating patterns unknown to everyone but the two of you.
“For someone who passed out 2 minutes after our last round you seem to be pretty eager to go again” you said with a slight purse in your lips.
He rolled his eyes before swiftly pulling the purple sheets off your back, drawing a soft yelp from your lips at the sudden lack of heat. Eyes widening mischievously, he peeked over your shoulder and grabbed a handful of your ass, massaging it and smiling at your exposed form. Hickeys and red marks littered your hips and thighs – a temporary yet powerful symbol of his love – and god did it take everything in him not to do the whole thing again.
“Can you blame me cara?” he said, still massaging your lower half with his large hands. Before you had the chance to come up with a witty reply, you winced at the way he squeezed your sides, last night’s activities finally showing their unfortunate consequences. You scowl at him, and he sheepishly grins and pulls away, now settling to lie down on his back and pull your head onto his chest. He delicately pulled the soft sheets back over you, and wrapped his arms around you tightly. The goth buried his face in your hair, pressing kisses and whispering sweet nothings into it, inaudible to you. “God I missed you so much” being the only thing you could decipher from what was going on above you. You hummed slightly, dreading the fact that you were going to have to pull yourself out of bed soon.
Abbachio had been gone for 3 weeks and came back the night prior, giving you both time to catch up on what you’d missed from each other. You barely had any chance to call him while he was away, either due to him not having a connection or simply not being able to contact anyone in fear of enemies tracking his and his group’s location. You were used to his lifestyle at this point. Although he tried his best to leave you out of his business at the beginning of your relationship – being extra careful to hide fresh wounds and scars, avoiding any questions about work – you had had to comfort him in his lowest moments that were caused by anxieties and fears from his jobs, and he slowly opened up to you, revealing a whole new side of him that you’d never seen before. These periods of sadness dawned especially strong after coming home from a mission, often resulting in a few days off from his boss Bruno to spend in bed in your arms, as you tried to bring him back to his usual – although still gloomy – self.
This time however, was different. The mission went quite smoothly, and as he walked through the door you noticed he didn’t have his usual bloodshot eyes and drooping stature. Sure, the fatigue of being in action for 3 weeks straight still showed, but instead of melting into your arms with a shaky sigh and pooring himself a glass of wine, he simply pulled you close to him and kissed you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. The change was a shock to you, but very welcome nonetheless, as the simple hug led to a long night of rough love making that simply served as a physical symbol of how much you missed each other. Or – unbeknownst to you – a way for Abbachio to relieve some of the tension he’d accumulated on the job, but he wouldn’t admit that.
The lack of aftercare that followed last night’s passion definitely hit you this morning, as you finally rose from you sleepy state, you became aware of how gross and sticky you felt. Although all the excess fluids had been half-hazardly wiped off with a few tissues, the dried sweat and grime sticked to you and made you frown in disgust. Reluctantly, you freed yourself from your boyfriend’s grasp to swing your legs over the side of the bed, stretching out your back and arms as you looked back at the white-haired man behind you. He furrowed his eyebrows at your sudden displacement before moving behind you onto his knees to wrap his arms around your shoulders, placing his face in the crook of your neck.
“Mmm.. Can’t you stay in a little longer? We don’t have anywhere to be today…” he mumbled, hands ghosting over your naked chest as he attempted to pull you back into bed. You sighed and smiled lightly, pressing a kiss against your lovers cheek and rubbing your hand on his forearm.
“As much as I would love to, I’d like to remind you that we didn’t shower yesterday and I’m feeling kinda gross”. You said, voice now lacking the sleepy slur that decorated it earlier. He scoffed and din’t budge, still trying to drag you back.
“I don’t care Y/N, please just stay for a little longer…” he begged into your ear, the hot breath and desperate tone sending a tingle up your spine.
“Caro…” you purred, knowing how he melted when you spoke his native language. “I’ll come right back to bed as soon as I’ve showered okay?” he groaned begrudgingly but let you go, flopping back down onto the pillows he stacked behind his back. He let his head flop down onto his shoulders as he scratched his short stubble and nodded, smiling softly at you. You reciprocated the smile, before stepping onto the soft white carpet that your bed stood on.
As soon as you stood however, your knees buckled and you yelped as you were knocked right back down to your bed. You winced, not necessarily in pain but more at the discomfort in your lower abdomen and legs, as you stood back up with shaky legs. Definitely a result of last night. You could almost feel your boyfriend’s pleased face from behind you, and low and behold, he gazed at you with raised eyebrows and a satisfied smirk. That smug bastard. You shot a sharp look his way, and he snorted as you stiffly walked towards the cupboard to grab a towel.
“For someone who couldn’t stop begging last night you sure seem to be regretting it now” he teased, taking your words from earlier.
“Shut up, you loved it.” you said, bending over to pick a towel from the drawer.
“Never said I didn’t babe.”
You turned back around to find him staring at your form, hands behind his head and bottom lip between his lips. You couldn’t help but glance down at his toned chest, a few hickeys and scratch marks adorning it, but not nearly as much as you. Flashbacks from last night filled your head as your eyes trailed down to his navel, small scars littered along the way. Your lips twitched slightly at the memory of running your hands along them and lower, and the happiness you felt at having your boyfriend back home warmed your heart, and an undeniable warmth in your loins.
Looking back up to his face, you saw him study your form, completely nude other than some panties you’d thrown on before going to bed. His eyes were filled with lust, admiration, and mostly pride at the fact that you were all his. He was the only one who got to see you like that, and he was the one who got you into the state you were currently in. He brought his hand from behind his head onto his crotch, palming it slightly as his eyes did not leave you body, despite you clearing your throat in an attempt to get his attention. Self-consciousness flooding over you, you took the folded towel and brought it up to your chest, your cheeks turning a dark red shade under the hungry stare of your lover.
“You’re staring you know” you grumble, turning away as his eyes met yours.
“Can’t help it, you’re cute when you’re all marked up”. He says, smirk still prominent on his face. You stick your tongue out at him and delicately walk to the bathroom connected to your shared bedroom, the cold floor making you even more eager to jump into the shower.
“You know nothing’s stopping you from joining me Leone” you said, turning back at him with a raised eyebrow. He seemed to think it over for a minute before groaning and letting his head lull down, his body now falling off the stack of pillows like a rag doll.
“Can’t be fucked, maybe after a coffee” he grunted, stretching out across the entirety of the bed.
You scrunched your face up and brought your hand up to your face, swatting the air around your nose in a “stinky” fashion and mocked gagged.
“Hey, I’m not the one who was covered in cu-“
“SHUT IT ABBA” you cut him off, cringing and suddenly very aware of how desperately you needed a shower. He flipped you off before you slipped into the bathroom, intentionally leaving the door a crack open so he could peak at you through the glass shower door.
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Walking out of the bathroom, now clean and moisturised, fluffy white towel wrapped around you, you glanced over at you pale-haired boyfriend, back in his reclining position against some pillows, looking thoughtfully out the window. One hand behind his head, the other resting on his chest, cigarette loosely held between two fingers. His lighter sat on his stomach and moved up and down as he breathed, and you watched his muscles flex as he brought the cigarette up to his lips, inhale deeply, and relax as he exhaled, white smoke exiting his nose. His hair, now pulled up into a messy bun, revealed his defined jawline, and brought attention to the pensive expression. His eyebrows were furrowed in thought, and his mouth was curved into a slight frown – a sight you knew to recognise as him being deep in thought about something he probably shouldn’t be.
You strutted up to him and crouched down to the floor, so that you could rest your head on your arms on the side of the bed, around the same level as his hips. He jumped a bit, head snapping to you and his frown quickly shifted into a relaxed smile. It comforted you, knowing that you had the ability to change his expression so easily.
“Whatcha thinking about?” you posed sweetly, knowing that the answer would be, but asking simply to pull him out of his thoughts. He hummed softly, thinking of a response, before shaking his head and bringing his hand to your head.
“Nothing special cara, non preoccuparti” he sighed, stroking your face lovingly, the hungry stare from earlier now long gone, replaced with deep thoughtfulness and adoration. (TS: Don’t worry)
You hummed as you walked over to your dresser, a mess of a mixture with Leone and your clothes, to pick out some casual lounging wear. Without putting much thought into it, you pulled out some of his boxers that you had claimed as your own, along with a comfortable lacy black bra. Your muscles felt significantly more relaxed, and although painfully aware of how your boyfriend hadn’t showered, you walked over and straddled him, laying your chest against his and looking out the window in the same direction he was just prior. You felt his chest rise and fall, and a small twitch from your boyfriends pyjama bottoms, but payed no attention to it, as he didn’t either.
Smiling down at you, he brought the cigarette to your soft lips as you took a small puff and lightly pressed your lips against his fingers. The familiar buzz rushed your brain, as you exhaled softly, blowing out smoke along your lovers side. You felt goosebumps rise against his skin as he breathed in sharply, his free hand going down to the small of your back and massaging it gently. Relaxing into his touch, you decided that maybe you didn’t need to push him to take a shower, maybe you should just take advantage of his day off.
“Sei carinissima bambola mia” he breathed, hand ghosting over the sore spots on your body. Hesitantly, he delicately rubbed your hips, only to put more effort into it as you groaned in appreciation. (TS: You’re so cute, my doll).
He shifts over to the bedside table to stub out his cigarette, and he pulls you closer against him, still rubbing out any possible knots or discomforts in your body.
“I didn’t hurt you too much last night did I?” he whispered, suddenly more worried about how he’d treated you last night. You often got rough during sex, but it was always followed by a serious aftercare routine, something that you had brought Abbachio into the habit of doing. Taking a bath together, massages, soft kisses, cuddles, reassurance, and sometimes tea were all a part of the routine. But last night, the goth was so exhausted that he fell asleep as soon as he cleaned you up. It must’ve caught on to him that you hadn’t gone through your usual process, and he worried about your wellbeing now, especially with the state your body was in now.
Although upset by the lack of aftercare, you were equally as tired, and more importantly understanding of your boyfriends situation. You couldn’t blame him, and now you were just happy to be in his arms after spending so much time apart. You still appreciated the reassurance though.
“Of course not Leo, and even if you did I wouldn’t have minded” you smirked, giving him a small kiss on his pectoral. You felt his his chest hitch as he let out a chuckle and softly patted your ass.
“And I don’t mean the stuff I say… Y-you’re not a – y’know…” he mumbled, trying to find the right words, although he knows full well what came out of his mouth yesterday. Truth be told, he was the one who got you into most of your kinks now, degradation being one of them. However as much as the gangster loved to call you names and being extremely rough with you in the moment, he would always, without fail, take all of it back afterwards. It was sweet, and although not needed, gave you a happy feeling nonetheless.
“Leone.” you pulled him out of his thoughts with a confident tone. Sitting up and straddling him again, you cupped his head in your hands, while his came up to join yours and allowed him to lean into his touch. His eyes were filled love – you often joked that his pupils were heart shaped whenever he looked at you, and it really felt like it. There was a tinge of guilt in them too, how adorable. You loved that you were able to see all sides of him – his gloomy and angry side, his rough, passionate side, and your favourite; his shy and flustered side.
Not being able to think of what to say, you act on it, by leaning forward and capture his lips in a kiss. Nothing more than a lighthearted kiss for now. His finger brushed up against your knuckles, while another hand moved behind your head to deepen the kiss. Your fingers moved delicately across his cheeks, tracing over small scars – faded, but still present. You knew better than to point them out, but the feeling of them under your digits couldn’t be ignored. The elder didn’t seem to care though, as he sighed deeply into the kiss and kept massaging your scalp under his painting fingernails. You shivered slightly at the feeling and smiled into the kiss, about to pull away before he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip in an attempt to for access.
You humour him for a few seconds by giving in, letting him explore your mouth with his tongue before pulling away, a loud laugh erupting from your throat at his furrowed eyebrows and pained expression. You could feel him half hard under you, and noticed the hunger that returned in his eyes, but you were much more hungry for some fucking breakfast and not as turned on by your unwashed boyfriend as he may of hoped you would be. You give him a peck on the forehead before swinging your legs over him to get off and head over to the kitchen. However, your intentions were interrupted as in a blink of an eye, you were pinned below your (intimidatingly) large boyfriend who wore an adorable childlike pout on his face.
“You said you’d come back to bed after you’d showered” he said with feigned hurt.
“I did come back, and besides, I said that hoping you’d want to come in with me.” You smiled, trying your best to dance around the fact that he really did need a shower.
“Oh come on Y/N, I’m not that dirty.” he rolled his eyes, leaning down to try to kiss you again. You placed your finger on his forehead and pushed him back, eliciting a whine from the goth.
“Abba, when was the last time you showered?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow. You knew he didn’t shower when he came back last night, and you knew that it had probably been a few days since he showered on the job, since most of the time him and the gang were in placed that didn’t have the luxury of safety – let alone a shower. You saw him purse his lips and think for a second before he let his head drop down and rolled away from you with an annoyed groan. You could see the tent in his pants and his flustered expression, and stifled laughter from your needy boyfriend. His lack of a response from your question let you know everything you needed to.
“Tell you what…” You start, taking his hand in yours and kissing it softly. He gazed at you through hooded eyelids and grunted affirmatively. “You go take a shower…” you say, lips leaving his hand and trailing up his arm. You continue up his arm until his neck, finally placing a kiss behind his ear and you grin at the shiver that runs through his body. “… And I’ll make breakfast…” He hums happily and you run your fingers through his soft, surprisingly not greasy hair, effectively taking it out of it’s bun. “… And then we can do whatever you want.” you finish, placing a kiss on his nose before smiling down at his similarly blissed smile and sigh happily. He nods sheepishly and kisses you right back on the nose, rolling away from you towards the edge of the bed, gathering up the will to stand.
“Goddamn tease.” he mutters as you get up from bed, and you blow him a kiss before making your way out the door.
Leone looks at you lovingly, wondering how he ever managed to land someone as perfect as you, willing to go through all this trouble of waiting for him and sticking around despite everything, while still managing to be the biggest source of happiness in his life that he desperately needed. It was times like this – where you reminded him to take care of himself and at the same time took care of him– that he wondered if he deserved the treatment. But for now, he pushed those negative and self deprecating thoughts to the side, simply grateful that he gets to see your smiling face whenever he wants.
Once he hears you clattering around in the kitchen, he groans loudly and finally gets up out of bed, bracing himself for the cold shower he was going to have to take to calm himself down. Dragging his feet lightly to the bathroom, he rubs his eyes and hisses at the cold tiles underneath his feet. Looking up at himself in the mirror, he smiled at the purple marks and scratches that adorned his chest and back, before looking down at the sink and almost melting at the variety of lavender and vanilla scented products that decorated it. A matte black box sat solitarily in the centre of the counter, with a small white note signed with his name. Picking it up curiously, he recognised the brand and name of the perfume he’d been hinting that he wanted to you, and rolled his eyes with an ear to ear grin once he read the note.
‘Smell better soon stinky, xoxo”