Lazing Around 4/5
anonymous
September 12 2009, 19:00:42 UTC
"That was so cute!"
The Italian hit her face with the palm of her hand. "Do you have a one-track mind, dammit?"
Spain blinked, coming back from her happy place. "Silly," she said, finally noticing her expression "I like you just the way you are. You're cute in your own way, did you know? Besides, I don't need you to tell me when you need a hug," she said softly, searching for the Italian's eyes "I see you need one now!" she said in a tone a bit more cheerful, wrapping her arms around her.
"Dammit, you bastard..." she muttered, reciprocating the hug after a few moments of doubt.
"Mi Italia linda," she whispered in her ear, making her jump.
"W-What?"
"Mi. Italia. Linda," she repeated, punctuating her words with a kiss each, "te quiero, you should know that. Te quiero mucho~!" with a smile, she grabbed Lovina's hand, tugging gently.
Red-faced, Lovina took the hint and moved until she was straddling Spain's legs, facing her.
"Come closer," she whispered, hugging her tightly.
"Bastard," Lovina whispered back, settling her chin on Spain's shoulder.
"I know," Spain smiled.
"Don't sound so happy, dammit".
"Sorry," she settled a hand on her back, dragging it down "you want to stay like this?" she asked, "aren't you cold? Are you comfortable?"
"I'm fine, damn. Just shut up," she muttered, pressing herself flush against Spain, hugging her neck.
______
"Lovi~ how's the salsa going~?" Spain asked, coming up from behind her and hugging her.
"Fine. How the hell did you think it was going to be?"
Spain smiled. "My bad, my bad, sorry." Still smiling, she put her hand on top of Lovina's and began to stir the salsa with her.
"Don't do it so fast, dammit!"
"Oh, you're right. I didn't notice."
"F-fine, just pay attention now," she said, feeling stupid for feeling bad about the way Antonia always shrugged off her outbursts without any kind of bad reaction. Fighting the impulse to shake her head, she simply tried to relax.
Feeling the tension in Lovina's body go away a little, Spain felt herself relaxing even more.
"Aren't you supposed to be preparing the pasta?"
"I am. Don't worry, it'll be just the way you like it," she settled her chin on the Italian's shoulder, never losing her smile.
"It better. You made me get up to cook after all".
"You did look awfully comfortable all over me," Spain commented cheekily.
Lovina turned around suddenly, looking like she might use the spoon to hit her soon.
Spain raised her hands in mock surrender and turned around. "I better go set the pasta, right?" she said, not sounding worried in the slightest by a possible attack when she turned around, humming a song to herself.
"Stupid..." Lovina found her eyes being dragged to her ass. Dio, she wanted to rip those shorts right off her.
And not only because they were a gift from the French bastard. Flushing, she turned around, focusing back on the food.
Spain's song (did it have to be 'I love you mi vida'? she thought) filled the kitchen, and almost made her forget about the food.
Before she noticed herself, she had turned off the kitchen, the salsa already done, and had settled herself against the counter, watching Spain move around. She really had not many chances to just watch Antonia. Usually she'd notice, and in less than three seconds, she'd be all over her, probably telling her if she was looking at her because she was lonely. Dammit.
Their eyes met when Spain turned around, pasta ready to boil. She smiled, still humming cheerfully, and let the pasta in the boiling water as she dragged Lovina to sit in the table. "Five minutes should be enough, right?" she asked, grabbing Lovina's hand and threading their fingers together.
"I guess," she answered, trying not to look at their hands.
"Good! It smells delicious, I can't wait until it's done!" she said, pillowing her head on her free arm, not letting go of Lovina's hand. "Thank you, Lovi~" she said, before a comfortable silence fell in the kitchen.
The Italian hit her face with the palm of her hand. "Do you have a one-track mind, dammit?"
Spain blinked, coming back from her happy place. "Silly," she said, finally noticing her expression "I like you just the way you are. You're cute in your own way, did you know? Besides, I don't need you to tell me when you need a hug," she said softly, searching for the Italian's eyes "I see you need one now!" she said in a tone a bit more cheerful, wrapping her arms around her.
"Dammit, you bastard..." she muttered, reciprocating the hug after a few moments of doubt.
"Mi Italia linda," she whispered in her ear, making her jump.
"W-What?"
"Mi. Italia. Linda," she repeated, punctuating her words with a kiss each, "te quiero, you should know that. Te quiero mucho~!" with a smile, she grabbed Lovina's hand, tugging gently.
Red-faced, Lovina took the hint and moved until she was straddling Spain's legs, facing her.
"Come closer," she whispered, hugging her tightly.
"Bastard," Lovina whispered back, settling her chin on Spain's shoulder.
"I know," Spain smiled.
"Don't sound so happy, dammit".
"Sorry," she settled a hand on her back, dragging it down "you want to stay like this?" she asked, "aren't you cold? Are you comfortable?"
"I'm fine, damn. Just shut up," she muttered, pressing herself flush against Spain, hugging her neck.
______
"Lovi~ how's the salsa going~?" Spain asked, coming up from behind her and hugging her.
"Fine. How the hell did you think it was going to be?"
Spain smiled. "My bad, my bad, sorry." Still smiling, she put her hand on top of Lovina's and began to stir the salsa with her.
"Don't do it so fast, dammit!"
"Oh, you're right. I didn't notice."
"F-fine, just pay attention now," she said, feeling stupid for feeling bad about the way Antonia always shrugged off her outbursts without any kind of bad reaction. Fighting the impulse to shake her head, she simply tried to relax.
Feeling the tension in Lovina's body go away a little, Spain felt herself relaxing even more.
"Aren't you supposed to be preparing the pasta?"
"I am. Don't worry, it'll be just the way you like it," she settled her chin on the Italian's shoulder, never losing her smile.
"It better. You made me get up to cook after all".
"You did look awfully comfortable all over me," Spain commented cheekily.
Lovina turned around suddenly, looking like she might use the spoon to hit her soon.
Spain raised her hands in mock surrender and turned around. "I better go set the pasta, right?" she said, not sounding worried in the slightest by a possible attack when she turned around, humming a song to herself.
"Stupid..." Lovina found her eyes being dragged to her ass. Dio, she wanted to rip those shorts right off her.
And not only because they were a gift from the French bastard. Flushing, she turned around, focusing back on the food.
Spain's song (did it have to be 'I love you mi vida'? she thought) filled the kitchen, and almost made her forget about the food.
Before she noticed herself, she had turned off the kitchen, the salsa already done, and had settled herself against the counter, watching Spain move around. She really had not many chances to just watch Antonia. Usually she'd notice, and in less than three seconds, she'd be all over her, probably telling her if she was looking at her because she was lonely. Dammit.
Their eyes met when Spain turned around, pasta ready to boil. She smiled, still humming cheerfully, and let the pasta in the boiling water as she dragged Lovina to sit in the table. "Five minutes should be enough, right?" she asked, grabbing Lovina's hand and threading their fingers together.
"I guess," she answered, trying not to look at their hands.
"Good! It smells delicious, I can't wait until it's done!" she said, pillowing her head on her free arm, not letting go of Lovina's hand. "Thank you, Lovi~" she said, before a comfortable silence fell in the kitchen.
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