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His eyes opened up very slowly, lazily. He didn't want to wake up. In fact, if he could just lay in bed and never let go of his mattress, then everything would be just fine. The problem was that he couldn't, because there was a world outside, a world which demanded his attention so badly. He was supposed to introduce himself to Il Consiglio, that day. They still had to apparate to Sicily, to take Caitlin in the way (and God forbade them to find his sister being undressed atop of the table at noon by a hurried and hungry Damian again), to meet his father and Ottavia. Insomma, they had a hell lot of things to do and no time to get them all done if he stood in bed for much longer. He fumbled around his sheets, looking for the tender body he shared his bed with, waking up and sitting at the precise moment he found out she wasn't there. His eyes widened while he searched for Videl, getting up barenaked to slam the half-open door of the bathroom. She looked at him, wet and scenting of soap and that green apple shampoo.
"I thought you were sleeping so heavenly. Didn't want to wake you up." She smiled, approaching him and kissing him passionately.
"You know I worry when I wake up and you're not on sight." He drowned in the remnants of water and perfume. "Why do you keep doing this?"
"Because you should know better by now that I won't leave. Or be kidnapped. Or stay away from you anyhow." His hands slipped under the breach of her wrapped towel. She slapped them, smiling at his puppy eyes. "You are late, mister. You spent your spare moments of heavenly pleasure sleeping."
"So unfair. You put my alarm down and don't wake me up, but now it is my fault?" He pouted, but she kept on smiling.
"Precisely. Now get into the shower." She pushed him to the box, dodging from the underwear he recklessly tossed aside.
He started mumbling and complaining, as he always did when she woke up earlier to avoid having shower with him. He knew, yes, right, when they had shower together, they had little shower and great mess, but... He wondered, not for the first and certainly not for the last time, how the childish selfish jealous love he nurtured for Del had evolved and developed into that feeling, so complete and cozy, so irrationaly perfect. They had the worst of jobs, being sent up and down and always taking chances with the mafia, but through most of it, they were together. They could be and do anything if they were together. He couldn't picture a life where she wasn't around.
"Mario, seriously, we'll be late." She was standing in front of the glass door, arms folded, so alike the little Videl he once met. He noticed she had already brushed her teeth and was this close to getting out to dress up. He smiled and waved her a kiss. She laughed, shaking her head. Hopeless.
"Give me the shaving cream and the razor, please." She picked them up.
"I don't know why you keep doing this muggle style..." Her almond-shaped eyes were still reading the shaving instructions when she opened the glass door. She didn't even notice when his arms embraced her and pulled her into the box, his back turning swiftly to face the door, blocking the scape route. "Mario!"
He gazed her, blue eyes glassily stuck on hers, her hands dropping the cream and the razor. He kicked them aside, out of the range of the closely attached bodies. His body had trails of soap foam, slippery and wet, golden-white hair darkened with the water. Her towel started soaking, so he took it off and tossed it aside too. She was just within reach but he wasn't touching her anymore.
"I will do whatever I have to just to have you with me." And it included appealing and using razors instead of shaving spells.
"We're gonna be late", she said, spreading her hands open on his chest to keep him from coming closer.
"I don't care." He pressured her hands and watched them slide a little. He could still reach for her, but wouldn't. Not yet.
"I do." Another little pressure. He held one of her hands, sliding it up with the foam to touch his shoulder. She tried to resist, hard as it was. He smiled.
"I'm the boss", said he, taking a lock of her humid hair and brushing it to the back of her ear.
"Not yet." She was like a little prey, trying to defend herself using words once her body was so preposterously betraying her.
"I'm your husband." His hand slipped down her arm, sliding delicately to her waist. He was appealing.
"Not yet." Videl's voice was almost a whisper by then.
His voice lowered while he slipped his hand to her tight, watching her sigh and tremble a little. "You love me and you want it as much as I do."
She pressed her own lips together, tight, until he kissed her, holding her like the most precious thing he had ever held. In fact, she was. In fact, he considered, while her resistance faded and she gave in to the kiss, she would always be.
"I thought you were sleeping so heavenly. Didn't want to wake you up." She smiled, approaching him and kissing him passionately.
"You know I worry when I wake up and you're not on sight." He drowned in the remnants of water and perfume. "Why do you keep doing this?"
"Because you should know better by now that I won't leave. Or be kidnapped. Or stay away from you anyhow." His hands slipped under the breach of her wrapped towel. She slapped them, smiling at his puppy eyes. "You are late, mister. You spent your spare moments of heavenly pleasure sleeping."
"So unfair. You put my alarm down and don't wake me up, but now it is my fault?" He pouted, but she kept on smiling.
"Precisely. Now get into the shower." She pushed him to the box, dodging from the underwear he recklessly tossed aside.
He started mumbling and complaining, as he always did when she woke up earlier to avoid having shower with him. He knew, yes, right, when they had shower together, they had little shower and great mess, but... He wondered, not for the first and certainly not for the last time, how the childish selfish jealous love he nurtured for Del had evolved and developed into that feeling, so complete and cozy, so irrationaly perfect. They had the worst of jobs, being sent up and down and always taking chances with the mafia, but through most of it, they were together. They could be and do anything if they were together. He couldn't picture a life where she wasn't around.
"Mario, seriously, we'll be late." She was standing in front of the glass door, arms folded, so alike the little Videl he once met. He noticed she had already brushed her teeth and was this close to getting out to dress up. He smiled and waved her a kiss. She laughed, shaking her head. Hopeless.
"Give me the shaving cream and the razor, please." She picked them up.
"I don't know why you keep doing this muggle style..." Her almond-shaped eyes were still reading the shaving instructions when she opened the glass door. She didn't even notice when his arms embraced her and pulled her into the box, his back turning swiftly to face the door, blocking the scape route. "Mario!"
He gazed her, blue eyes glassily stuck on hers, her hands dropping the cream and the razor. He kicked them aside, out of the range of the closely attached bodies. His body had trails of soap foam, slippery and wet, golden-white hair darkened with the water. Her towel started soaking, so he took it off and tossed it aside too. She was just within reach but he wasn't touching her anymore.
"I will do whatever I have to just to have you with me." And it included appealing and using razors instead of shaving spells.
"We're gonna be late", she said, spreading her hands open on his chest to keep him from coming closer.
"I don't care." He pressured her hands and watched them slide a little. He could still reach for her, but wouldn't. Not yet.
"I do." Another little pressure. He held one of her hands, sliding it up with the foam to touch his shoulder. She tried to resist, hard as it was. He smiled.
"I'm the boss", said he, taking a lock of her humid hair and brushing it to the back of her ear.
"Not yet." She was like a little prey, trying to defend herself using words once her body was so preposterously betraying her.
"I'm your husband." His hand slipped down her arm, sliding delicately to her waist. He was appealing.
"Not yet." Videl's voice was almost a whisper by then.
His voice lowered while he slipped his hand to her tight, watching her sigh and tremble a little. "You love me and you want it as much as I do."
She pressed her own lips together, tight, until he kissed her, holding her like the most precious thing he had ever held. In fact, she was. In fact, he considered, while her resistance faded and she gave in to the kiss, she would always be.