L’amore non è bello, se non è litigarello // closed // oxo

(lmao i'm asking the same thing)

He laughed a little then whispered, "Only if you say so." But like the Italian that he is, he took his time (or as Frenchie said "wasting time") and stared at his Farfallina with this wide, fascinated swoon smile. A sigh followed in suit, he could not help hihimself.

No he couldn't, so much that he almost forgot what he was going to do. His lips went to the left side of her face, just below her ear. "Now, is it this side that's been hurting?" He whispered. Before she could say anything, he kissed her there. He did it over and over and over again until his lips slowly trailed down. Eventually after a few minutes, Adone pulled himself away. "Better?" He breathed. "Or does it still hurt?"

Adone watched Frenchie, smiling as he continued to try catching his breath. He figures it won't be any use, but at least he see her beautiful face as he had his chin slightly tilted up. "Aww, poor Farfallina," He cooed. "Let's try that again…"

This time he placed kisses up and down the right side of her neck. He took his time going slowly yet soundly. The feeling of her shivering and moving underneath his lips was enticing. He was drinking it all up as if he were parched. Then he went back to the left side, repeating himself all over again.

If only he hadn't run out breath again, he would have kept going. Although, Adone grinned and kissed Frenchie's cheek. His face was burning with buzz. "How about now, bella?"

"And I thought that you would want me to save some for after gelato," He smirked. If he were to keep going, he is not sure when he would stop on his own. With the buzz, her breathing, and her soft skin shivering underneath his lips, it would be impossible for him; he may as well be developing an addiction to this. "Alright, my Farfallina, but you will have to tell me to stop….Ah and…maybe tell me where to go, just in case my lips get lost."

By the time he finished that last word, his mouth was hovering below her ear. Adone did not hesitate when his lips crashed with anticipation onto Frenchie's skin. A low, soft moan rumbled from his throat as they kept grazing down as far as possible before going up over again. Sometimes he went fast until forcing himself to slow down. Other times his lips stayed put, making sure that they hit the spot.

He kept gasping underneath his breath. The little space between his lips and her skin left it so that he was not able to pry them off just for a second. They dragged, leaving kisses all over Frenchie. The soft whimpers sent shivers down his spine. It left him wanting more, to kiss her all over and to continue.

So that's exactly what he did. Kisses became harder. Sometimes he paused for a second to catch his breath before continuing. He even had to adjust his arms underneath her to prevent her from falling. Adone could feel aching, but he was fine. He did not mind it at all.

If only he can do more. If only he can do further than her neckline or be able to set kisses on her shoulders. But he pushed those thoughts to the back of his head. Now is not the place for it, but oh God did her moan made his chest feel warm and tight. Everything in him did. His arms were getting tired. He tried to ignore it, pushing the feeling to side while deeply kissing the side of her neck. Then again, he does not want her to fall and hit something even if they're in a dressing room stall.

Reluctantly, he stopped kissing then gently let her down. He gasped a few times before trying to catch his breath. Adone kissed the top of Frenchie's head. "Sorry, they were getting sore," He said. Looking down, he untucked his shirt and flapped it by the ends to get air going. He gazed back at her then looked away. "You're very soft…"

Soft? Adone brought his palm up to his forehead. His brain is still all fluffy and over the place. It has been ever since he was watering the flowers and watching her with the football. Nope nope. Thinking about earlier that morning all makes his mind go all over, it definitely is making him stiff too.

"Oh I mean….that you…..I like when you are rough and soft. It makes me feel something weird, not a bad weird no no. I like it, I like rough you know…I-" He stopped himself. He had no idea what he was saying. Part of his attention was wandering to her while the other kept telling him to fluff his shirt. "Can I ask you out on a date? I know it maybe too soon, but we just made out twice and I feel like it's only right to ask you…."

"We do?" He asked. Gazing down at the floor, he squinted in thought until an imaginary light blub lit up. "Ah, we do!" Right, the gelato. But he thought that was because he had lost the bet. Oh well, doesn't really matter to him. If it's a date, then it's a date, and he is really excited; even though he needs to tone down the excitement for a few reasons that he will not speak of yet.

He laughed a little at her rambling. Adone lowered his head to give Frenchie a kiss on the cheek. "I suppose it is a date tonight too, my Farfallina," He beamed. Looking in the mirror, he noticed how messy his hair was. Snorting to himself, he stepped closer to it while attempting to fix his hair. "And I'm guessing I will end up like this after tonight too, is that so?"

He shook his head. "No, let's let it be one! Gelato date tonight and….maybe a….what's it called again? The thing where you put food in a basket and go somewhere outside to eat? I was thinking we do that by the beach." Yes his antics are making him all up and over the place, but forgetting words is something he will always do.

"I just thought gelato was because you won the game fair and square," He added. Adone did his best to fix his hair, even though the black oily thing would never truly be neat. Looking down at his wrist, he noticed he still had the hair tie. "Oh" He rolled it off then held it up. "Do you want this?"

"You haven't? Forever?" It was a strange thing for him to hear. They are not even far from it. Well, he has been living in Syracuse for his whole life, but he assumes that Frenchie does not. The States are big after all, the map of it always fascinates him. "Wait, where are you from? I feel stupid for asking you this now, but since you brought up not being to the beach, it makes me wonder."

He smiled, "With pleasure." Adone hummed softly as he carefully gathered up her hair and used the hair tie to tie it up in a bun. She said she wanted it out of her face so he thought a bun would do the job. "Like this?" He asked, stepping forward and resting his chin on her shoulder.

Adone's eyes lit up with excitement. New Jersey, that's a funny name to him. "I think I know where that one is and it's near New York and the other one….." He said with determination. "You should go when you can, I am sure it is nice over there too, but it's not like Syracuse and Sicily."

He sighed at the feeling of her kiss, though he was about to jump from the goosebumps that followed afterwards. Oh if only he knew how to describe how he felt at that moment without stuttering and switching from Italian and English. "Is it normal for boys in America to tell a beautiful girl, like you, that they like you after you made out with them twice? Like really really like you?"

He didn't know what to say, he kept lightly laughing at her teasing and the kisses. It took him a minute to compose himself. "You know what? I do have something to tell you, but since you are in Italy, let me say it to you in Italiano, okay?"

Removing his chin from her shoulder, he moved his lips to her ear. His arms wrapped neatly around Frenchie's waist, pulling her into him. He whispered, "Mi piaci. Mi piaci così tanto, Francesca…Frenchie…mia Farfallina….Non importa come ti chiamo, mi paci cosí tanto." After kissing her cheek, he returned to putting his chin on her shoulder again.

His gaze flickered to the mirror in front of them. The corners of his lips curved up into a soft beam. Adone stared back at it, but his eyes wandered up to Frenchie and her blushed face. Not long after, he felt warmth spreading through his face. His eyes widened as he looked at her.

Slightly moving his head up, he kissed her again. He just could not resist the urge to. "Non preoccuparti," He assured. It was a minute or so until he spoke again, mostly because his mind just switched back to English out of the blue. "You have already called me stupid and cute on multiple occasions, and I just get happy when you day my name. Don't worry, my Farfallina."

Adone shrugged. "It does not matter. I like your voice, it makes my name sound beautiful when you say it. Even when you call me stupid or cute," He breathed. He hid his face in her neck before moving it away at the sound of fingers snapping.

"Hm? Adonis?" He repeated. His eyes squinted until he went back to his gleaming self and nodded. "Ah, I feel for a genius," He whispered. "Adone is Italian for Adonis after all….I guess I am the lover of this beautiful goddess right here. And I am handsome. My Nonna named me, she loved mythology; always took me to see the statues of gods and goddesses. I should take you to a museum, would you like to, my Farfallina?"

Sighing at the feeling of the light peck, he felt like it was the first time they had kissed. It was not long ago, but that is what he felt. Adone shook his head, going back to hiding his face. He could not help it. With all the giddiness and the tightness in his chest, he strangely felt a bit shy. Besides, if he kisses her again, he does not know when he could stop.

And he liked staying like this, holding Frenchie with his arms around her. He even liked how his brain feels all mushy and fuzzy from all the kissing and just about the way she talks, calls him by the nickname she came up with for him. Yes his hair is very very messy and yes he has gotten kicked, straddled, crashed into, and pretty sure foot stomped by her. On the other hand, his heart is full of butterflies or maybe with just one little butterfly.

(Aww thank you, I'm glad that it is. I like putting little details like "one little butterfly". Frenchie and Adone so cute, I love them)

Is it normal for someone like him to like cuddles? Adone always wondered that, but then again, in a moment like now, he is as close to Frenchie as he possibly can be. His heart is thumping against his chest, but the comfort and love from her assures every beat of it. He just wished he could hold on to her right now now a little bit longer.

Then again, her aunt can come back and they will be in trouble; he does not want to ruin anything. "Farfallina, I am going to let go," He whispered. "Your aunt should be coming back any moment now." Adone did let go, but before he stepped out, he placed a deep kiss on her lips. Then he unlocked the door and stepped out. "You look beautiful," He winked before rushing to close the door and lean against the wall.