Bucciarati X Reader One Shots

Slow Dancing in the Dark

You had a very long and busy day at work. After coming home late, you opened the door to your small apartment you and your boyfriend, Bruno Bucciarati, lived in together. Bucciarati always got home later than you due to his work in Passione, so you decided to eat some leftovers in the fridge, and grab a quick shower.  After your shower, you decided to sit on the floor at the coffee table in the living room, preparing some things for tomorrow's work.

About an hour later, Bucciarati finally arrived home. "I'm home, mio amore"

You didn't look up from your work. "Welcome home. Leftovers in the fridge."

He frowned a little, taking his shoes off and hanging his long trench coat on a hook nearby. He headed towards you, sitting on the couch behind you, and wrapping his arms around you as he placed his chin on your shoulder, peering at your work. "Didn't you work over time today?"

"Yeah." You continued your work.

His eyebrows furrowed, "you're always working so hard amore, don't over do it; you'll become exhausted." He gave light kisses on your neck, hoping that would draw your attention.

You nodded, unacknowledging his words as you continued working.

He sighed, standing up again. He walked over to the vintage record player with albums on the side. He browsed the selection for a moment, pondering on what to play. He eventually decided on one, picking it up and placing it on the record player; the music starting. He went over to the nearby light switches, and turned all the lights off. The moon was shining through the windows, giving off a feint light.

You looked up at him, a bit annoyed. "Bruno, come on. Can't you see I'm trying to work here? I can't see now, and the music is distracting." You got up to leave, but before you could pick your things up, his hands slipped into yours. You gave him a slight irretated look.

"May I have this dance?" He pulled your hand up, brushing your fingers gently with his soft lips. He pulled away and smiled.

You looked at his dorky yet charming smile.  You giggled lightly, no longer able to give him an irretated act. You nodded and walked around the coffee table, to the center of your small living room. He bowed in a serious manner, but gave you a playful smile. You curtsied, giving him a romantic smile. He walked up to you and placed his hand on the small of your back, holding your hand in his other. He pulled you in close, and noted all the places of where your bodies were touching.

His entire body radiated with such warmth, and you felt safe in his arms. Your head rested on his broad chest, focusing on the rhythm of his heart, and the warmth of his breathes tickling your skin.
The two of you swayed to the slow melodic song, dancing back and forth. You did the occassional spin, ending up in his arms again each time. After the third spin, he pulled you in again, but this time for his lips to meet yours. It was a passionate kiss. You felt the heat inside you rise, as the kiss deepened. The music eventually died and the two of you stopped. You both stood there in each others arms, treasuring the little moment you shared together. It was moments like these that made you appreciate the man in your arms, for all the little things he does. You hugged him tighter.

"I love you so much Bruno," you whispered in his chest.

His chin was resting on your head, but you could tell a soft smile formed on his face. "I love you more. Always and forever."