TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

you're doing too much, relax a bit (d.d.)

Okay soooo I'm working on requests but this idea jumped out at me this morning and I knew it would never get done if I didn't write it now so here goes.

But first off, I'm taking roll, who's here?

Damiano put his head in his hands, staring silently at his computer screen. He had been staring at the blank Word document for nearly an hour now.

His fingers danced around his empty glass beer bottle. It had been empty for about the same amount of time, though he hadn't found the strength to go to the kitchen and get another one.

The black lacquer on his nails had started to chip away slowly, and without doubt, the repetitive hits of them against the glass would only accelerate that process.

Damiamo didn't have to be sitting here. It was nearing three in the morning. He could have very easily split up the workload between the band members, they were all incredibly capable of doing the work.

However, Damiano didn't like doing that. He didn't like delegating his responsibilities out to others. He felt it was selfish.

"Dami, Baby..." Your voice floated into the room.

Damiano didn't move a muscle.

"What are you still doing awake?" You asked, just as softly. You stood behind his chair, running your hand down his toned chest. You pressed a kiss onto the top of his head.

Damiano scoffed. "You know the answer to that. Don't ask stupid questions."

You sighed, swinging your leg across his chair to where you were now sitting on Damiano's lap.

"Hi." You giggled, proud of yourself for smoothly intercepting Damiano's work like that. He was completely overworked, you could tell.

"Hi, (Y/N), it's late. Go back to sleep." He spoke, sounding slightly irritated.

"Hmm..." You hummed, lacing your fingers into his hair. "Not unless you come with me." You kissed his forehead.

"No, (Y/N), I have all this work to do, and--" Damiano started, but cut himself off when his own breath caught in his throat.

You grinned, knowing that you had such a distracting effect on him. "What?" You asked, feigning innocence.

Damiano snickered, finally lightening up. "Don't fucking bite your lip like that, you know how that gets me."

"Well..." You started, letting your bottom lip pass through your teeth. "I won't tease you anymore if you come back to bed, bambino."

"Oh, really?" Damiano smirked.

"Really." You smiled softly. "You need to relax a bit." You coaxed, starting to rub his chest again. You traced the tattooed words across his chest.

"Fine." Damiano shook his head, trying not to laugh. "Fine, I'll come back to bed."

"Good." You grinned, standing up from his lap. You started walking back towards your shared bedroom.

"But first," He stopped, grabbing your wrist. He yanked you into a deep kiss. "Do you want to relax for a little?"

You laughed. "Dami, it's like three in the morning!"

Damiano's eyes widened. "What? You're going to bite your lip like that and not follow through?"

You blushed. "Tomorrow, I promise. You need to get some sleep now."

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520