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I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, only to be blinded by the rays of sunlight shining through the partially closed curtains. I rolled over, expecting to see a sleeping Italian, but I was disappointed to find my bed empty. “God damn it Caesar, can’t I get some snuggles after you nearly tore me apart from the inside?” I murmured to the empty room as I pushed myself up into a sitting position. I yawned as I scratched my stomach, before swinging my legs over the side of the bed, feeling a dull throbbing pain in my rear. I stood up, grimacing at the ebbing pain that was beginning to move up into my lower back. I better get a back rub from that damn playboy! I walked over the the chair that was at the end of the bed to find some clean clothes neatly folded, I grabbed a pair of grey sweat pants, totally disregarding the boxers that were folded underneath them. I pulled them on followed by one of my many snug shirts that barely covered my abs. I pulled the wooden door opened and was greeted by the cool air of the hallway, but a sweet smell filled my nose. I rubbed my eyes as I walked down the long hall and down the elaborate stairs, and that’s when I heard it.
It was kind of quiet but as I got closer to the kitchen the voice grew louder. I smiled to myself listening to his Italian accent begin to come through as he sang the laughable, English lyrics.
“My my, how can I resist you? Mamma Mia, does it show again? My, my, just how much I missed you!” As the singing continued, I quietly walked to the doorway of the kitchen avoiding any creaky floorboards that might cause him to stop. I stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall slightly, watching as my blonde gently shook his hips as he flipped what appeared to be a pancake. I watched him sway in his over sized sweatpants, that looked a lot like they belonged to me (which doesn’t surprise me), and one of his tight baby blue shirts, and of course his headband. As the aroma of fresh coffee, pancakes and some sort of bread filled my nose, I stood motionless listening to Caesar's beautiful voice. “I can’t count how many times I’ve told you we’re through. And when you go, when you slam the door, And I think you know you won’t be away for long. You know I’m not that strong.” Trying my best not to make a sound, I began tip toeing across the small kitchen until I was right behind him, listening as he continued to sing. I quickly wrapped my arms around the shorter man’s waist, causing him to make a surprised gasp and stop all singing. I moved my head so my lips were pressed against his neck and I felt his muscles relax as he moved his neck closer to my lips. “H-how long have you been up?” He asked in a quiet voice as I felt his skin of his neck began to heat up.
“Long enough to know you’re singing is almost as beautiful as you.” I said kissing his neck a few times. He didn’t say anything but I could feel him shaking his head gently. I moved my head so that I was resting my chin on his shoulders, watching as he flipped a pancake. “Since when do you make pancakes? I thought they’re too ‘American’?” I asked mocking a comment he made only a few days ago when he refused to make them for me. He continued to push it around and flip it,
“Well I thought I would give it a try, Mio Caro.” He said, slipping into his native tongue for a moment. I moved so I was against his side, still holding onto his waist. I looked at him, his gaze not moving from the pan with bubbling mix.
“What does mi-io Ca-a-ro mean?” I said trying to pronounce it as beautifully as he had, but failing miserably, only making him laugh. He swiftly picked up the pancake with the spatula and put it on the plate that was on the counter next to him. He turned the burner off and handed me the plate.
“Don’t worry about it, Tesoro.” He said, laughing as I pouted, not understanding whatever he was calling me. I took the plate and slumped into the chair at the kitchen table. He sat in the chair across from me, after grabbing a cup of what I assume to be coffee. He stirred it delicately with a small spoon before bringing it to his perfect lips taking a slow sip. Meanwhile I was shoving as much pancake into my mouth as I could. Caesar looked up at me and raised an eyebrow at my eating habits. I forced myself to swallow before leaning over the table and getting my face as close to his as the table would allow. He lowered his coffee cup, but didn’t move his head to clear the small space that was between our lips, instead he just raised a soft hand to my cheek, rubbing his thumb against it. I instinctively pushed my face into his hand, closing my eyes slightly. “Sei così bello, il mio tesoro.” He said leaning closer to me, pressing our lips together in a slow passionate kiss. When we parted I looked at him to see his eyes were still partially lidded and there was a soft smile on his lips. I went to lean back so I was sitting in my seat but I stopped as the familiar dull pain in my lower back began to throb. I guess my face showed the pain I was feeling because Caesar’s brow knitted with confusion.
“You were rougher than usual last night.” I said looking away to try and hide my blush as I thought about our activities from the night before. I watched him stand up and walk around to my side of the table before feeling his large hands on my shoulders. I hummed softly as he began to work my tense shoulder muscles.
“Mi dispiace il mio amore, sarò più dolce stasera.” I could feel my heartbeat quicken as I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck. His fingers worked their way down the middle of my back, and I felt him use small sparks of Hamon, causing me to groan softly. “Why don’t you lay down in the bed and let me get better access.” He whispered as his fingers stroked my tailbone. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten out of a chair as quickly as I did in that moment.