Title: Holiday in Italia
Pairing: Petr Cech/ Carlo Cudicini
Word count: 364
Disclaimer: All lieeeeeeeees
Summary: Petr and Carlo have a ‘quaint’ holiday in Italy
A/n: Just a little one as I haven't written these two in so long (and I really should be doing my personal statement and not writing fic :P)
You go to Italy (it was Prague last year) and spend the week exploring forgotten villages, extensive olive groves and little market stalls down cobbled streets, enjoying a bit of banter and a bit of barter with the locals, over their unique crafts. He’s holding one now, an angel, carved out of wood, delicately painted with gold hems and silver streams in their hair. You watch his long pale fingers trace the edges with such care and attention it almost reminds you of the night before, when they had explored your chest with the same delicacy. He holds it toward you, a question of approval. You smile, your eyes crinkling beneath your shades, a beautiful choice, you couldn’t have done better yourself. He begins to talk to the stall owner, his soft Czech accent giving the familiar Italian words a strange but beautiful lilt and you can’t help but smile as he stumbles over a few of the words, his face crumpled with serious concentration. You’ve zoned out, but you can tell a deal has been done as the two men shake hands and cash is handed over in exchange for a packet wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper, he turns towards you, a triumphant smile on his face. The sunlight reaches down towards you through the small gap between the houses surrounding you. The rays capture the piercing blue of his eyes, you try not to look in to them for two long, as each time you do you feel the familiar butterflies starting to swell in your stomach. He takes your hand, a motion the passersby don’t notice, or just don’t care about, and he leads you away, back into the crowd of old women and suave men in leather jackets and once again you are just one couple in many, inconspicuous and innocuous, moving through the world together and you want to capture every moment.