Stalker's Tango | Bartolomeo x Reader

Word of Warning

(Upcoming) Dr. Law - I'm free from work today. Do you want to go to that sushi place we went to in August?

You - Hey, I'm so sorry, but I'm with Meo. Next weekend?

"Something up?"

You placed your phone down onto the side table and shook your head. "No, nothing."

"Alright."

The date that happened a week ago now went swimmingly. You found yourself chatting to Bartolomeo deep into the night, even falling asleep in his car on the way home. Because of how well it went, the two of you continued to see each other. Nothing was official, but it might as well have been.

For this specific hangout, the two of you were up in Bartolomeo's top floor bedroom, watching a movie. He had a bigger room than you because of the difference in layout, meaning he had more space for other things. Unlike your bedroom with only a desk, a chest of drawers, a side table and a bed; he also had a large entertainment centre and an even bigger television.

Thus, the two of you were getting quite cosy while you watched what went on on the screen.

Bartolomeo was fully stretched along his bed with one knee up, sitting up against the headboard. You on the other hand had your cheek resting on his chest as you half lay on top of him, one leg on top of his. His hand was on your back and because your jumper was beginning to ride up, you could feel him touching your skin.

In all honesty, you were surprised at how comfortable the two of you had become.

Despite the movie chattering away in the background, you found yourself unable to fully focus because of were his hand was placed. You could feel as he gently brushed his fingertips over your skin, the occasional cool exterior of a ring tickling along with them. The juxtaposition between your burning skin, his and his rings made you shiver.

You had no doubt that he could feel each and every quiver you made, his eyes flickering down towards you. To him, it was almost a game as he started to let his ringed knuckles catch more of your exposed skin, just to see your reaction. You could tell that he was enjoying it, lifting your head to offer him a pout. Your chin pressed into his shirt-covered chest and your brows furrowed.

"My bad." He chuckled, earning a quiet huff and a small smile from you. "You want me to move it?"

"Nope." You said simply, closing your eyes.

Bartolomeo got the picture.

Though while he did get the idea, his hand didn't remain on your back. No, you actually found it travelled down past your backside and to your thigh, bringing it further up. You could feel your face turning darker and hotter by the minute. His thumb was massaging slow circles into your skin. You were wearing shorts, mind you. There wasn't a lot to cover up leg wise.

"Did you manage to submit your essay?" He asked, voice rumbling against your cheek.

"I did actually." You replied proudly, considering how much work you had done towards it. Really you felt that essay had taken years off your life.

"Well done."

Your eyes cast up to Bartolomeo and he looked down again. You couldn't help but notice the smile tickling his lips - face lit up by the bright, blue light of the television. You smiled back at him before you rested your head once more, letting your eyes wander towards the television.

You spoke up again as you watched the main character do something dumb once again. The film was a psychological horror-esque film, there was nothing more to expect from it. "You?"