Solangelo Oneshots

Quarantine part 6

Confrontation
Lol if you haven't read the other quarantine oneshots... they all connect so Uh read those first
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Nico woke up first, which in turn, woke me up. It's kind of hard not to wake someone up when you slept in their arms.

He shifted, his back pressed into my chest. Half asleep, I noticed his breathing pattern change as he gained consciousness. I faked sleep as he lightly stroked his fingers down my arm (the one around his waist, holding him to me) before picking up my hand lazily. He poked each of my fingertips with his own like he was playing the piano and then tangled our fingers together. He dragged my hand up to his mouth and brushed his lips across it, a feather light kiss.
My heart swelled. I was properly awake now.
Eyes closed, I hummed in warm content and pressed my face into the space where his neck met his shoulder.

"G'morning," Nico giggled quietly as I began peppering his neck with kisses, leaving little wet marks all over. He was still in possession of my hand, and hugged it tightly to his chest.

"Morning, neeks," I yawned and finally opened my eyes. Golden light filtered through my blinds, late morning on a Saturday. Dust particles danced above our heads, swirling in mesmerizing patterns as our mixed breath disturbed them. The sunlight dripped onto Nico's features, accentuating his dark lashes that fanned over his pink cheeks and his soft hair.

Once I forced him to take care of himself (especially now that he was living with me) he was a whole new person: His warm, olive skin, finally recovering after years underground, his hair was healthy, and he had gained weight... his muscles weren't bad either. When he started to eat properly again, all of the muscle fell into place like it was meant to be there. He'd even grown a bit taller (although that was just a growth spurt, not self care) and he could generously say he was 5,7. He was 5,6, but I let him have it.
"How are you feeling?"

Nico grunted, squeezing my hand a bit harder than necessary. Not in the mood to talk about sad feelings, I take it. It was a happy morning, so I understood.
"Feeling better," he muttered all the same, bringing one of my fingers to his mouth. I expected another kiss, but instead he bit it.

"Hey!" I laughed, pulling my hand away, back under the warm blankets. He snorted a laugh and pressed his face into his pillow to cover the sound. I smirked at the back of his head.

Slowly, I dragged my hand over his hips and stomach, up his ribs and then over his arms. He froze up, immediately ceasing laughter. From behind him, I could see his ears flaming pink.
He turned his head to look at me slowly, eyes wide and cheeks on fire.

"W-what was that for?" He let out a nervous giggle, flustered out of his mind. I raised an eyebrow knowingly,

"Payback," I stated easily. His face morphed into a frown and he pushed away from me.

"You're a dick," he flipped his side of the covers up, jumping out of the bed before I could grab him. One of his pant legs was bunched half way up his calf, his shirt was dishevelled, and his hair was sticking up every which way. It was delicious.

"Come on, neeks," I whined, propping myself up on my elbow and making grabby motions with my hands, "I'm sorry, come back and cuddle with me!"

He glared at me, kicked his pant leg back to normal, and then stomped out of the room,

"I'm going to brush my teeth," he called, and then slammed the door.
I sighed, chuckling, and flopped onto my back to stare at the ceiling. He wasn't actually upset, he was just being bratty. He didn't like feeling flustered, especially if I was doing it on purpose. I knew his stomach and waist were soft spots, but I didn't expect that much of a reaction. Good to know for later. Maybe he likes his tummy rubbed... I know I do. God, Nico's right, I am like his therapy dog. Gross.