I'll Give You What You Want

Universe

We all sat around in a circle in the backyard, a fire nice and bright in the middle of us. I sat next to Damiano, across from Vic and Ethan and on my other sat Thomas. It had gotten dark out and I started to get cold even around the warmth of the fire. We sat around just talking. Well, everyone else talked I just listened. My eyes staying on the flames.

I held my arms right around me, a shiver escaping me. Damiano wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer. His body heat passing over to me, I leaned my head on his shoulder. I took a deep breath, feeling calm. His thumb rubbing my arm as he laughed with his friends.

My eyes felt heavy, sleep getting ready to welcome me. I tried keeping them open for as long as I could, until I lost that battle.

My eyes fluttered open at sudden movement. My head was against Damiano's chest, his arms carrying me. He walked slowly up the stairs, my guess trying not to wake me. I heard the others talking downstairs somewhere, the sounds of the voices and laughter filtering up the stairs. I closed my eyes again and snuggled a little closer to Damiano, letting out a nice sigh.

I felt as he kicked open a door very lightly, walking inside then closing it behind him. He laid me down on a bed and walked away. I opened my eyes to follow him. He was looking around for something, finding what he needed and picked up a pair of pajama pants. I watched as he walked into the bathroom.

I buried my face into the pillow, smelling him. I turned over to watch him walk out, his eyes on me as he saw that I woke up. He smiled at me as he turned the bathroom light off, the only light in the room. I saw his profile come closer to the bed, he pulled the covers back and got in.

I wasn't exactly wide awake but I also wasn't as tired anymore. I studied his face as he turned to face me. I took in the lines of his face, the shape of his eyes. I noticed as he bit inside his cheek. I met my eyes with his. I shyly smiled and looked down. His fingers found my hair. Brushing away anything from my face, then he brushed his finger down my cheek, down my jaw and stopped at my chin.

"Guarda me," he whispered to me, lifting my chin up. His face was mere inches away and my breath hitched in my throat.

   "Sei così bella, Becca." His hand cupped my cheek, my face growing warm at hearing him call me beautiful. His eyes studied my face. I felt my body grow hot just from his gaze. I closed my eyes and let out a "hmmm," enjoying the weight of his hand on me.

I felt the edge of his nose against my own. I opened my eyes to find his right in front of me. That hyper aware feeling coming back.

"Così bella.." he whispered so quietly. My lips parted as I let out a small gasp. I felt his breath mixing with mine. Our lips just barely touching. I closed my eyes enjoying this small moment. He closed the gap between us.

His lips were soft, he kissed me slowly. He stopped for a second and my eyes opened at the sudden loss of contact. I found his gaze, his eyes dark. I leaned forward to kiss him back. His hand trailing to the back of my head, his fingers in my hair. My hand found his chest.

He let out a groan as he deepened the kiss, pulling me closer to him. The tip of his tongue reached my lips, almost feeling like a ghost. I opened my mouth slightly to let him in just a little. His hand left my hair and traveled down, slowly, until it rested on my hip. He gave me a squeeze.

"Ah," I sigh into his mouth from the sudden grasp. He did it again, rougher. My body reacted the same.

"Like music.." he says in between our kiss.

   I open my mouth for him more, my tongue brushing against his. He groaned into my mouth, his chest vibrating under my touch. Our kissing growing more feverish.