Fic: The Moment After
Title: The Moment After
Pairing: Fernando Verdasco/Feliciano Lopez (Nando/Ana)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Sequel to Half Crazy. After the party ends, Ana asks Nando what's wrong and he can't lie...
a/n: ok so i set myself up for a sequel to the sequel *sighs*. All titles are taken from Musiq's Half Crazy.
With the last round of goodbyes to her guests, Ana closes the door and makes her way to the kitchen. She stands by the doorway, watching Fernando’s still body at the sink, washing the dishes as his mind travels elsewhere. His shoulders are slightly hunched, arms stiff. Ana slowly makes her way to him, folding her arms around his waist as she rests her head against his back.
His body initially tenses, but slowly relaxes when he realizes its Ana. They stay like that, Fernando tucked away in Ana’s embrace for a few minutes as he finishes up the dishes. After wiping his hands on a towel, Fernando turns around and places a kiss to her hair.
“What’s wrong, Nando?” Her voice is muffled, her face pressed against his chest.
Fernando takes in a deep breath. A long time ago, he promised himself that he would always be honest, no matter the consequences. Taking her hand into his, he leads them to the living room, needing a place to sit down and be neutral, calming even. They sit together on the beige couch, Ana’s leg pressing against Fernando’s, their fingers still linked together. Fernando looks down and stares at their hands, noting the way his covers hers completely, leaving Ana’s to look small, fragile, unequal…
A kiss to his neck has Fernando fighting the urge close his eyes, suddenly feeling extremely weary. He looks to Ana, hating himself for what’s he about to do.
“Ana… I need to tell you something... Just remember that I care for you, a lot. And that… That I never meant for this to happen.”
Ana’s face falls, worry filling her instantly. “What is it, Nando? I don’t like the sounds of this.”
“I’ve been sleeping with Feli.” He just jumps in, head first, knowing there is no light way to put this, knowing Ana deserves the truth.
Ana drops Nando’s hand immediately like his touch suddenly burns her and back away as far the couch will allow her. “W-what? H-how? S-since when?”
Fernando closes his eyes, hating the betrayed look in Ana’s eyes. His voice is quiet but clear. “For a long time, years.” His eyes whip open when he feels the cushion dip. Ana gets up from the couch, suddenly feeling sick. She walks over to the window and leans her cheek against the cool glass, the chill calming her slightly. She can feel the corners of her eyes itch, but she won’t close them. Instead, she grits her jaw, and tells herself to hear all the details before she even considers shedding a tear. Anger is quickly filling her core.
“Why…Why would you ask me out if you were with h-him already?” She can’t even say Feliciano’s name anymore; sweet Feli who always showered her with kindness and smiles.
“We’re not together… We…”Fernando’s struggling to not only make sense of his relationship, his whatever he has with Feliciano, to Ana but to himself.
“You fuck.” Her words are callous, exactly how she intends them to be. She doesn’t want it sugar-coated. “Why the fuck did you need me?”
Fernando gets up and makes his way to her. He hesitates for all of a second before he wraps an arm around her waist. Ana shudders but allows the touch. His soft voice is in her ear, filling her body. “I… I don’t know. I need you, Ana. I do… Feli… We’ve known each other for a long time now. He’s close to me.”
When Ana speaks, her voice is low and unsure causing Fernando to hate himself even more. “I-I don’t get what you want from me. You can’t have me and h-him. It doesn’t work that way.” She pulls away, turning to face him. “I don’t think we should be together… regardless.” Her eyes harden and Fernando knows he’s lost her completely, especially as a friend. She won’t see him in the same light as before, and really, how could she? But she allows Fernando to reach for her hand as he brings it to his lips and places a soft kiss to the skin.
“Please, Ana. You have every right to hate me but I still want to be friends. I still want to go out with you, but I know that’s out of the question. So, please let me remain your friend.” He’s begging, he’s well aware of the fact but Fernando doesn’t care. His heart is in his stomach and he can’t understand why. When Ana doesn’t reply and avoids eye contact, Fernando lets go of her hand in defeat.
“I… I’ll go,” Ana whispers when silence takes over the room. Fernando shakes his head.
“No, please. Stay here, Ana. You can have the room. I’ll take the couch or leave if you want me to. Just stay, ok?”
Ana nods before turning around and exiting the room without a second glance. Sighing, Fernando takes a seat on the couch, covering his face with his hands completely. Flashes of Feliciano’s smile tangle with Ana’s behind closed lids. He slides his fingers into his hair and pulls, finding comfort in the sharp pain. He continues to do so until his eyelids begin to droop. With a sigh, he gets up and swiftly removes his shirt, muscles and joint groaning with ache. He reaches into his pockets to empty them out, his phone sitting heavily in his palm. Fernando stares at the silver plastic, prolonging the inevitable for about a second. The phone is flipped open, fingertips press down on keys and Fernando holds his breath as he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Finally, the sound of Feliciano’s voice fills him, only to say to leave a message because he can’t get to the phone right now. Fernando contemplates whether to leave one or not and when he hears a beep!, he stumbles with his words, saying how its Fernando (just in case Feli doesn’t recognize his voice) and how he really needs to hear his voice and wants to talk. When he hangs up, he fights the urge to call again and leave another message to clarify the last one. But he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls off his pants and climbs onto the couch, his makeshift bed for the night, trying to find sleep he knows he doesn’t deserve.
+
“Hey Feli. I-it’s uh me, Nando. I uh. We need to… I uh wanted to talk to you… about what uh happened today… I need uh to hear your voice uh to know that…that you’re ok. Call me… please.”
It’s the fifth time Feliciano has listened to the message, already having it memorized after the first. Fernando’s quiet lost voice tugs at his heart but he can’t get himself to stop replaying it over and over again. He has been flipping back and forth on the mattress, tugging the pillow under his head with one hand for a while now, while the other hand clutches the phone for dear life. He closes his eyes and sees Fernando’s stunned expression when he so foolishly expressed his true feelings.
He pulls the phone a little closer to his ear, allowing Fernando’s voice to pacify him.
“Hey Feli. It’s uh me, Nando. I uh…”
{*}
A hand on Fernando’s thigh breaks his sleep and he struggles to get up. He forgets why he’s on the couch for a half a second before he sees Ana’s solemn face. Sitting up, Fernando slides over to make room and pats the seat next to him. His heart slightly lightens when Ana complies but she keeps her distance. He closes his eyes and counts to three before closing the gap between them and takes Ana’s hand into his own. They sit in silence, words failing them both. Ana rubs her thumb against the heel of Fernando’s palm, subconsciously inching her body towards him. It only takes a second for Fernando to swing his arm around her shoulders and pull her into his lap. She presses her nose into his neck and breaks down.
“This is so fucked up.”
“I know. I’m so sorry.” His words are muffled by her hair as he holds her close, not wanting to let go.
“D-do you want to be with him?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t know”
“Does he want to be with you? Have you two talked about it?”
Fernando sighs as he tries to burrow himself against her warmth. Words are stuck on his tongue, clinging for dear life. When he doesn’t respond, Ana pulls away but places her hands on his cheeks, her thumbs soothing the soft skin under his eyes.
“I couldn’t sleep last night. All I could think about… I was mad, Fer. I still am, but I-I always wondered about you two. I know you’re close, obviously. I just didn’t know how close.” The corners of her mouth turn up; smiling that shy smile that Fernando loves so much. “I know we haven’t been spending a lot time together so maybe this is the right thing to do.”
Fernando turns his head and kisses Ana’s palm. “I really am sorry, Ana.”
Ana smiles as she leans in and kisses him softly, her eyes a little watery. “Me too.”
{*}
The clouds roll in above him, hiding the sliver of sun that had been promising earlier in the morning. He stuffs his hands into his pockets after knocking his knuckles against the door. Time has seemed to slow down significantly and he is seriously considering breaking down the door. However, luckily he doesn’t have to as it whips open and Feliciano stands before him, looking tired and worn out. Feliciano is caught off guard and it takes him a few seconds to react as he then tries to close the door as quickly as possible. But Fernando’s aware and ready and he sticks his foot out, preventing the door from shutting.
“Feli…”
Feliciano sighs as he steps aside defeated and allows Fernando to come in. He’s startled when Fernando leans in and places a kiss to the corner of his mouth as he slides past him. It stills him, that single little gesture; giving him hope that maybe he didn’t fuck up too badly.
Fernando makes his way to the couch, sitting down on the loveseat. He frowns when Feliciano seats himself on the lounger away form him but that’s not going to discourage him.
“Did you get my message?”
Feliciano keep his gaze down, focusing on the skin of his hands. He notices a little cluster of beauty marks on the inside of his wrist he’s never seen before. He traces his index finger around it, fascinated. His veins are particularly blue today, standing out against his lightly tanned skin. Another finger joins the index, but it’s not his own, this one a little darker. He looks up to see Fernando kneeling in front of him, his head down as he traces his own patterns against Feliciano’s skin. Feliciano looks back down, intrigued by the sight of their skin against each other’s.
“I noticed this about a year ago. I thought it was weird because no one has a whole bunch clumped together like that. But I like it.” Fernando keeps his voice low as he strokes the skin. He can hear Feliciano breathing, rhythmic and steady. He then moves his hands to grasp Feliciano’s and tugs to get his attention.
“Yesterday… Were you serious?”
Feliciano bites down on his bottom lip and looks away. How can he explain what he’s feeling to Fernando when he can’t explain it to himself? A soft press of lips on his fingers causes his body to shiver and his heart to tighten.
“You should be with Ana.”
“No. I should be here, figuring this shit out if you fucking let me, Feli!” The explosion surprises both men. Feliciano’s eyes turn to Fernando who is now standing, fingers pressed against his temples. Feliciano can see his chest heaving up and down.
“I… I told Ana about us.”
Feliciano’s heart stops, his breath catching in his throat. “W-what?”
Fernando nods, voice calming a little. “I couldn’t keep lying to her. So I told her. We broke up.” He lets out a harsh laugh that sounds foreign and forced even to himself.
Feliciano can’t take his eyes off of the man in front of him. Now he knows he has fucked up everything. “Fer… I didn’t mean for this to happen… I”
“What did you mean to happen then, Feli? Everything was fine. Absolutely fine. You’ve never said anything about wanting more. Why now?” He presses but isn’t accusing.
“I don’t know. It’s just that… lately… It’s not the same. I don’t want you just as a friend or for sex. I want…”
He doesn’t finish his thought and it earns him a frustrated sigh from Fernando. He stalks over to Feliciano and takes a seat next to him, gripping his face between his hands. “What do you want, Feliciano. You need to tell me right now.”
Feliciano fights the urge to look away, knowing it’ll only anger Fernando further and that’s the last thing he wants. Instead he looks into his eyes. This is Nando, his friend since he was fifteen, his compadre who he has gone to battle with, his brother who takes care of him and vice versa. Fernando is so much to him already; is it wrong to want more? He brings his own hands to rest upon Fernando’s, seeking strength he can’t seem to find within himself.
“I want you.”
“You have me, Feliciano. For years now and always.”
Feliciano smiles weakly as he shakes his head. “No, I want us.... to be in a relationship... I want… But that’s not going to work, is it?” He goes to pull his hands away but Fernando keeps his grip on his wrists, eyes demanding.
“Why didn’t you say something, Feli?”
“How was I supposed to say something when I didn’t realize it until now? And what the fuck was I was I supposed to say anyway?” He keeps his voice low, steady, but Fernando can see the fire in Feliciano’s eyes rise. “Let’s just say I’m a fucking idiot and forget yesterday ok?”
“No, not ok. I’m not saying no, Feli. I’m just not sure why you want me more than you already have.”
Feliciano shrugs, averting his eyes. “Because you’re you.”
Fernando feels like he’s floating at Feliciano’s words. He tips Feliciano’s head up, forcing them to look at each other. With a shy soft smile, he leans in and kisses Feliciano delicately, like he is made of carefully cultured glass. When he pulls away minutes later, the sight of Feliciano’s dark lashes against his tan skin and the slight flush on his cheeks has Fernando’s heart tightening. Feliciano opens his eyes and Fernando knows he’s done.
“It’s not going to be so different than what we have know and even though it’s not going to be easy, I’m willing to try, if you are.”
Feliciano’s eyes widen, disbelief filling his senses. “You sure? If not, I’m more than happy to just be your friend.”
Fernando just shakes his head as he steals another kiss, just as sweet and gentle as the last. “We’ll take it one day at a time, ok?”
Feliciano’s not stupid. He knows that this attempt at a relationship with Fernando will be a uphill battle, but for the moment, he’s happy and that’s all that matters.
Pairing: Fernando Verdasco/Feliciano Lopez (Nando/Ana)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Sequel to Half Crazy. After the party ends, Ana asks Nando what's wrong and he can't lie...
a/n: ok so i set myself up for a sequel to the sequel *sighs*. All titles are taken from Musiq's Half Crazy.
With the last round of goodbyes to her guests, Ana closes the door and makes her way to the kitchen. She stands by the doorway, watching Fernando’s still body at the sink, washing the dishes as his mind travels elsewhere. His shoulders are slightly hunched, arms stiff. Ana slowly makes her way to him, folding her arms around his waist as she rests her head against his back.
His body initially tenses, but slowly relaxes when he realizes its Ana. They stay like that, Fernando tucked away in Ana’s embrace for a few minutes as he finishes up the dishes. After wiping his hands on a towel, Fernando turns around and places a kiss to her hair.
“What’s wrong, Nando?” Her voice is muffled, her face pressed against his chest.
Fernando takes in a deep breath. A long time ago, he promised himself that he would always be honest, no matter the consequences. Taking her hand into his, he leads them to the living room, needing a place to sit down and be neutral, calming even. They sit together on the beige couch, Ana’s leg pressing against Fernando’s, their fingers still linked together. Fernando looks down and stares at their hands, noting the way his covers hers completely, leaving Ana’s to look small, fragile, unequal…
A kiss to his neck has Fernando fighting the urge close his eyes, suddenly feeling extremely weary. He looks to Ana, hating himself for what’s he about to do.
“Ana… I need to tell you something... Just remember that I care for you, a lot. And that… That I never meant for this to happen.”
Ana’s face falls, worry filling her instantly. “What is it, Nando? I don’t like the sounds of this.”
“I’ve been sleeping with Feli.” He just jumps in, head first, knowing there is no light way to put this, knowing Ana deserves the truth.
Ana drops Nando’s hand immediately like his touch suddenly burns her and back away as far the couch will allow her. “W-what? H-how? S-since when?”
Fernando closes his eyes, hating the betrayed look in Ana’s eyes. His voice is quiet but clear. “For a long time, years.” His eyes whip open when he feels the cushion dip. Ana gets up from the couch, suddenly feeling sick. She walks over to the window and leans her cheek against the cool glass, the chill calming her slightly. She can feel the corners of her eyes itch, but she won’t close them. Instead, she grits her jaw, and tells herself to hear all the details before she even considers shedding a tear. Anger is quickly filling her core.
“Why…Why would you ask me out if you were with h-him already?” She can’t even say Feliciano’s name anymore; sweet Feli who always showered her with kindness and smiles.
“We’re not together… We…”Fernando’s struggling to not only make sense of his relationship, his whatever he has with Feliciano, to Ana but to himself.
“You fuck.” Her words are callous, exactly how she intends them to be. She doesn’t want it sugar-coated. “Why the fuck did you need me?”
Fernando gets up and makes his way to her. He hesitates for all of a second before he wraps an arm around her waist. Ana shudders but allows the touch. His soft voice is in her ear, filling her body. “I… I don’t know. I need you, Ana. I do… Feli… We’ve known each other for a long time now. He’s close to me.”
When Ana speaks, her voice is low and unsure causing Fernando to hate himself even more. “I-I don’t get what you want from me. You can’t have me and h-him. It doesn’t work that way.” She pulls away, turning to face him. “I don’t think we should be together… regardless.” Her eyes harden and Fernando knows he’s lost her completely, especially as a friend. She won’t see him in the same light as before, and really, how could she? But she allows Fernando to reach for her hand as he brings it to his lips and places a soft kiss to the skin.
“Please, Ana. You have every right to hate me but I still want to be friends. I still want to go out with you, but I know that’s out of the question. So, please let me remain your friend.” He’s begging, he’s well aware of the fact but Fernando doesn’t care. His heart is in his stomach and he can’t understand why. When Ana doesn’t reply and avoids eye contact, Fernando lets go of her hand in defeat.
“I… I’ll go,” Ana whispers when silence takes over the room. Fernando shakes his head.
“No, please. Stay here, Ana. You can have the room. I’ll take the couch or leave if you want me to. Just stay, ok?”
Ana nods before turning around and exiting the room without a second glance. Sighing, Fernando takes a seat on the couch, covering his face with his hands completely. Flashes of Feliciano’s smile tangle with Ana’s behind closed lids. He slides his fingers into his hair and pulls, finding comfort in the sharp pain. He continues to do so until his eyelids begin to droop. With a sigh, he gets up and swiftly removes his shirt, muscles and joint groaning with ache. He reaches into his pockets to empty them out, his phone sitting heavily in his palm. Fernando stares at the silver plastic, prolonging the inevitable for about a second. The phone is flipped open, fingertips press down on keys and Fernando holds his breath as he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Finally, the sound of Feliciano’s voice fills him, only to say to leave a message because he can’t get to the phone right now. Fernando contemplates whether to leave one or not and when he hears a beep!, he stumbles with his words, saying how its Fernando (just in case Feli doesn’t recognize his voice) and how he really needs to hear his voice and wants to talk. When he hangs up, he fights the urge to call again and leave another message to clarify the last one. But he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls off his pants and climbs onto the couch, his makeshift bed for the night, trying to find sleep he knows he doesn’t deserve.
+
“Hey Feli. I-it’s uh me, Nando. I uh. We need to… I uh wanted to talk to you… about what uh happened today… I need uh to hear your voice uh to know that…that you’re ok. Call me… please.”
It’s the fifth time Feliciano has listened to the message, already having it memorized after the first. Fernando’s quiet lost voice tugs at his heart but he can’t get himself to stop replaying it over and over again. He has been flipping back and forth on the mattress, tugging the pillow under his head with one hand for a while now, while the other hand clutches the phone for dear life. He closes his eyes and sees Fernando’s stunned expression when he so foolishly expressed his true feelings.
He pulls the phone a little closer to his ear, allowing Fernando’s voice to pacify him.
“Hey Feli. It’s uh me, Nando. I uh…”
{*}
A hand on Fernando’s thigh breaks his sleep and he struggles to get up. He forgets why he’s on the couch for a half a second before he sees Ana’s solemn face. Sitting up, Fernando slides over to make room and pats the seat next to him. His heart slightly lightens when Ana complies but she keeps her distance. He closes his eyes and counts to three before closing the gap between them and takes Ana’s hand into his own. They sit in silence, words failing them both. Ana rubs her thumb against the heel of Fernando’s palm, subconsciously inching her body towards him. It only takes a second for Fernando to swing his arm around her shoulders and pull her into his lap. She presses her nose into his neck and breaks down.
“This is so fucked up.”
“I know. I’m so sorry.” His words are muffled by her hair as he holds her close, not wanting to let go.
“D-do you want to be with him?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t know”
“Does he want to be with you? Have you two talked about it?”
Fernando sighs as he tries to burrow himself against her warmth. Words are stuck on his tongue, clinging for dear life. When he doesn’t respond, Ana pulls away but places her hands on his cheeks, her thumbs soothing the soft skin under his eyes.
“I couldn’t sleep last night. All I could think about… I was mad, Fer. I still am, but I-I always wondered about you two. I know you’re close, obviously. I just didn’t know how close.” The corners of her mouth turn up; smiling that shy smile that Fernando loves so much. “I know we haven’t been spending a lot time together so maybe this is the right thing to do.”
Fernando turns his head and kisses Ana’s palm. “I really am sorry, Ana.”
Ana smiles as she leans in and kisses him softly, her eyes a little watery. “Me too.”
{*}
The clouds roll in above him, hiding the sliver of sun that had been promising earlier in the morning. He stuffs his hands into his pockets after knocking his knuckles against the door. Time has seemed to slow down significantly and he is seriously considering breaking down the door. However, luckily he doesn’t have to as it whips open and Feliciano stands before him, looking tired and worn out. Feliciano is caught off guard and it takes him a few seconds to react as he then tries to close the door as quickly as possible. But Fernando’s aware and ready and he sticks his foot out, preventing the door from shutting.
“Feli…”
Feliciano sighs as he steps aside defeated and allows Fernando to come in. He’s startled when Fernando leans in and places a kiss to the corner of his mouth as he slides past him. It stills him, that single little gesture; giving him hope that maybe he didn’t fuck up too badly.
Fernando makes his way to the couch, sitting down on the loveseat. He frowns when Feliciano seats himself on the lounger away form him but that’s not going to discourage him.
“Did you get my message?”
Feliciano keep his gaze down, focusing on the skin of his hands. He notices a little cluster of beauty marks on the inside of his wrist he’s never seen before. He traces his index finger around it, fascinated. His veins are particularly blue today, standing out against his lightly tanned skin. Another finger joins the index, but it’s not his own, this one a little darker. He looks up to see Fernando kneeling in front of him, his head down as he traces his own patterns against Feliciano’s skin. Feliciano looks back down, intrigued by the sight of their skin against each other’s.
“I noticed this about a year ago. I thought it was weird because no one has a whole bunch clumped together like that. But I like it.” Fernando keeps his voice low as he strokes the skin. He can hear Feliciano breathing, rhythmic and steady. He then moves his hands to grasp Feliciano’s and tugs to get his attention.
“Yesterday… Were you serious?”
Feliciano bites down on his bottom lip and looks away. How can he explain what he’s feeling to Fernando when he can’t explain it to himself? A soft press of lips on his fingers causes his body to shiver and his heart to tighten.
“You should be with Ana.”
“No. I should be here, figuring this shit out if you fucking let me, Feli!” The explosion surprises both men. Feliciano’s eyes turn to Fernando who is now standing, fingers pressed against his temples. Feliciano can see his chest heaving up and down.
“I… I told Ana about us.”
Feliciano’s heart stops, his breath catching in his throat. “W-what?”
Fernando nods, voice calming a little. “I couldn’t keep lying to her. So I told her. We broke up.” He lets out a harsh laugh that sounds foreign and forced even to himself.
Feliciano can’t take his eyes off of the man in front of him. Now he knows he has fucked up everything. “Fer… I didn’t mean for this to happen… I”
“What did you mean to happen then, Feli? Everything was fine. Absolutely fine. You’ve never said anything about wanting more. Why now?” He presses but isn’t accusing.
“I don’t know. It’s just that… lately… It’s not the same. I don’t want you just as a friend or for sex. I want…”
He doesn’t finish his thought and it earns him a frustrated sigh from Fernando. He stalks over to Feliciano and takes a seat next to him, gripping his face between his hands. “What do you want, Feliciano. You need to tell me right now.”
Feliciano fights the urge to look away, knowing it’ll only anger Fernando further and that’s the last thing he wants. Instead he looks into his eyes. This is Nando, his friend since he was fifteen, his compadre who he has gone to battle with, his brother who takes care of him and vice versa. Fernando is so much to him already; is it wrong to want more? He brings his own hands to rest upon Fernando’s, seeking strength he can’t seem to find within himself.
“I want you.”
“You have me, Feliciano. For years now and always.”
Feliciano smiles weakly as he shakes his head. “No, I want us.... to be in a relationship... I want… But that’s not going to work, is it?” He goes to pull his hands away but Fernando keeps his grip on his wrists, eyes demanding.
“Why didn’t you say something, Feli?”
“How was I supposed to say something when I didn’t realize it until now? And what the fuck was I was I supposed to say anyway?” He keeps his voice low, steady, but Fernando can see the fire in Feliciano’s eyes rise. “Let’s just say I’m a fucking idiot and forget yesterday ok?”
“No, not ok. I’m not saying no, Feli. I’m just not sure why you want me more than you already have.”
Feliciano shrugs, averting his eyes. “Because you’re you.”
Fernando feels like he’s floating at Feliciano’s words. He tips Feliciano’s head up, forcing them to look at each other. With a shy soft smile, he leans in and kisses Feliciano delicately, like he is made of carefully cultured glass. When he pulls away minutes later, the sight of Feliciano’s dark lashes against his tan skin and the slight flush on his cheeks has Fernando’s heart tightening. Feliciano opens his eyes and Fernando knows he’s done.
“It’s not going to be so different than what we have know and even though it’s not going to be easy, I’m willing to try, if you are.”
Feliciano’s eyes widen, disbelief filling his senses. “You sure? If not, I’m more than happy to just be your friend.”
Fernando just shakes his head as he steals another kiss, just as sweet and gentle as the last. “We’ll take it one day at a time, ok?”
Feliciano’s not stupid. He knows that this attempt at a relationship with Fernando will be a uphill battle, but for the moment, he’s happy and that’s all that matters.