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E Vedo Te (Nulla è uguale)
The bed at his place was larger than Jinx's. It didn't matter much, because they slept entangled regardless.
Without her, Ekko had found, it felt empty. Too large for just his body on most nights, when he slept alone.
He raised his head above their shared pillow, ignoring the soreness to hold himself up on his arms and look at her thin, pale form getting dressed in front of the electric heater, all its elements lit up and firing orange light on her curves, shining through the celestine mantle of her long hair. He knew he could warm her up better.
Jinx looked back at him, hiding behind her eyelashes. Her lips pressed tightly as her face blazed, redder and brighter than the heater. She turned her head, cloaking herself in azure so he couldn't see and hurried through sliding on his tee and a pair of fleece trousers, grazing her fingertips on her scarred skin. At last, she wrapped herself in her blanket, the one she brought from home. Her arm slid out of the patchwork cocoon to unplug the heater, still without looking him in the eye.
The entire affair had been silent, that day. Hushed.
[But not less loving, nor less passionate. He can still remember the way his name vibrated under his palm, nothing but stifled, dragged out vowels failing to leave Jinx's mouth and reach his ears, hidden under the flimsy pretence of decency they both lacked.]
They could feel the voices on the other side of the door even then, as they caught their breath in the icy air of a fall noon.
Ekko got up, bed and bones squeaking alike, and walked across the room to where Jinx bent to put the heater back in its place.
He draped his naked figure on her back, wrapping his arms over and under to cage her in his presence, head dropping forward to rub cheeks, hearing her tiny squeak of surprise, and then, a pleased sigh.
"How can you not be cold." she complained, yet squirmed in his grasp the way one does after getting under their duvet.
"How are you still cold after everything I've done to you?" He joked, rolling down the blanket despite her protest so he could bite her exposed shoulder. Ekko nibbled on the tattoed skin where he'd already left his marks, tickling her so hard Jinx begun to laugh and kick her legs.
He walked them backwards on the bed, hitting the mattress back-first without ever letting her free, even as they rolled like bugs, belly-first to the sky.
"We could have slipped!" he reprimanded her, dodging another playful kick.
"Your fault! You're lucky– lucky that I love you." she gasped, her laugh taking over the sentence.
She was still wrapped in the blanket, her delirious attempts at freeing herself fruitless. Ekko laid down next to her once more, truly stopping to catch his breath this time. The arm he was holding her with turned numb, his cheek came into contact with her hair. It was him, then, who felt an odd sense of warmth irradiating from her, scalding where they touched and growing the more they did.
"You don't know how much."
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Their apartment is nice and toasty, but age has made it so Jinx needs even more warmth to feel comfortable.
She kneels on the carpet, pulling underwear and socks up her legs, and Ekko can't keep himself from tracing the sinuous, orange-lit lines with his eyes, drawn like magnets to her figure.
He stops at her head, where she works the tangle in her hair with just her fingers, giving up when a shiver reminds her she should put a shirt on first. Always his, of course, but Ekko doesn't mind. Jinx shakes her head free after pulling on the shirt. Paler strands shine through her hair like long silver threads, a subtle twinkle in the lowlight.
She hastily turns the thing off and tiptoes the distance that separates her from Ekko in their bed, where's there's plenty of space but they still sleep in a knot of limbs, throwing herself dead-weight on the mattress and landing precisely in his arms, where he's lifted the duvet to wrap it around her as soon as she makes contact.
Jinx burrows deeper where all he can see is the top of her head, the new silver coming at her roots where Ekko plants a kiss, making her wiggle in the dark blanket cave.
"Don't try any of your tricks, Little Man."
"Me? Never." he feigns innocence, settling more comfortably on the mattress while holding her in one arm and draping the patchwork blanket over them with the other.
"You better." she mutters, then nuzzles back in his chest, drawing a line with the tip of her nose through the patch of short white curls at the centre.
"I wouldn't test my luck."