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It was a long day. Your body aches with exhaustion and all you wanted to do right now is see Copia.
You walk down the long stretch of hallway until you finally get to his room. His door was left half open and he’s laying on his bed playing his favorite video game Driving Miss Daisy.
He's wearing his usual black VVLGARI shirt and red sweats and his hair looks slightly off and messy since he's been laying down.
He notices your presence immediately but before he can even get up to greet you you're already crawling into bed with him.
He opens his arms welcoming you into his embrace. You crawl towards him and lay on your side, pressed between himself and the wall as you rest your head against his tummy. Your hand rests across his chest and sides.
He takes off his gloves, tossing them to his nightstand before wrapping his arms around you.
"Long day, dolcezza?" Copia asks softly. His hand idly petting your hair.
You sigh and bury your face in the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.
“I don't wanna move again,” you mumble into his chest. Your words come out muted and vibrates through his clothes and gently against his skin. Copia laughs softly as his nimble fingers continue to run through your hair.
“Well then we won't,” he kisses the top of your head. “We can just lay here forever, I don't mind,” his other hand rubs your back in small comforting circles. “But we might have to get up for food eventually,” he teases.
You smile against his clothes at his words. Just being with him is already beginning to lift your spirits. You sigh happily and focus on the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breaths. You try to sync your breathing with his own.
“I can live with that,” you mumble sleepily. You close your eyes and nuzzle your face against the soft and welcoming fabric of his sweatshirt, feeling the material tickle your face as you get more comfortable.
You inhale the subtle scent of his cologne mixed with traces of cigarette smoke that lingers against him.
“Sei così carino, topolino,” he whispers, watching as you cuddle him. The way you cozy up next to him and find comfort in his presence warms his heart as he pulls you closer.
You turn your head and notice the television frozen on the game pause screen.
"Keep playing your game, baby. I wanna watch you play," you squeeze him a little tighter. You feel his chest vibrate beneath you as he laughs softly and kisses the top of your head.
“Yeah? You really find this interesting?” He teases.
He shifts for a moment as he reaches for the remote before lowering the volume and wrapping his arms around you with his controller in his hands. He hits unpause and the faint sound of music coming from the speakers.
You gently rub your hands up and down his sides as you cuddle him.
“Mm..well it's funny when you crash,” you giggle as Copia exaggerates a gasp, offended by your teasing.
“This isn't as easy as it looks!” Copia hands you the controller. “Why don't you give it a try?” he says.
“Bet I can do much better,” you take the controller from him. You restart the level and select the course you want to race. Soft music plays from the speakers.
“Get Ready,” the game announces as the race begins to count down.
“Sure, prove me wrong, bellissimo,” he kisses the top of your head.
The race begins, the 75 second timer in the top left of the screen beginning to count down. You and you focus on the screen as your car gradually speeds up as you avoid obstacles and other cars on the road.
Copia smiles as he watches you play the game. His attention fully goes to studying your face as opposed to the screen in front of him.
He loves seeing you this focused on something. That fire behind your eyes makes you look so cute that it makes his heart ache.
He rubs his hand up and down your back gently. You blush, your attention beginning to grow divided. The race is nearly over.
“You're gonna make me crash,” you say, trying to keep your mind on the game. As if on cue your car spins out right at the end of the race. You swear softly and hand the controller back to Copia. “You did that on purpose,” you go back to wrapping your arms around his tummy.
“I'm sorry, bellissimo I couldn't help it! You just looked so cute,” he laughs as he starts the level again. “Don't be upset, caro. 700,000, that isn't too bad,” Copia looks at your score. You yawn softly and nuzzle against him. Your eyes beginning to grow heavy.
“Guess so,” you reply, caring more about how comfy it is to be with Copia than how you did on the game. He laughs softly before the next game begins.
You watch the screen as you enjoy the presence of being with Copia. You take his sweatshirt zipper between your fingertips and aimlessly run them up and down, feeling the texture of the metal against your skin.
You focus on Copia's steady breathing and the way he mutters a “cazzo” or “merda” here and there under his breath out of frustration from the game.
You also focus on the soft sounds and music coming from his game and the clicking of buttons as Copia uses the controller. The ambient sounds bring comfort to you as you give in to your exhaustion.
Although Copia continued to play his game his eyes continue to dart between you and the screen, his mind growing more distracted as he notices your eyes getting heavier and harder to keep open.
He couldn't help it. You looking so sleepy and cozy nuzzled against him made his heart ache. He goes to the menu of his game and exits.
Trying his best not to disturb you he reaches the end table to grab the remote, switching off the TV. You stir and in your half asleep state instinctually grip him a little tighter as if you felt like he was going to get up. Copia blushes.
“Don't worry, dolcezza. I'm here,” he whispers. “Just have to move once more and then I'm all yours,” he stretches again to set the controller and the remote down on the end table, managing to do the task without having to get up and disturb how peaceful you looked.
You mumble, your words hard to make out since your face is buried against his tummy. You shift your body up a bit bringing yourself closer to his chest.
Copia laughs softly and gently caresses your back. Tracing various patterns and shapes gently with the pads of his fingertips.
His hands move and begin to trace up and down your body until he settles on petting your hair gently. The side of his face pressing against the top of your head as he holds you.
He whispers sweet nothings to you, softly declaring his love as he holds you closely against him. He does this until sleep claims him as well.
A perfect calm shared between the two of you throughout the night.