〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 76: Calls.

Naples, Italy. February 2nd, 2000.

[default: Italian / italic: English]

It was already late. Around 10 p.m. or something. But the boys didn't seem tired.

"I'm telling you that red wine will never go with fish", Bucciarati sighed.

"And I'm telling you that it depends on the red wine", Abbacchio retorted.

Nestled between them, (Y/N) yawned. A jaded look on her face, she mumbled, pouting.

"You've been debating for fifteen minutes, have some white wine with your fish and that's it.

- But we are debating on red wine", Abbacchio groaned.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and Bucciarati let out an amused little laugh that made his two lovers smile. He seemed so delicate, a real pleasure for the eyes and the ears. The young woman sighed.

"I'm cold.

- You're kidding?" Abbacchio groaned again, a slight judgment in his voice.

"No, look. I'm shivering."

She was really shivering. Abbacchio pinched the bridge of his nose in despair.

"We already put you between us to keep you warm, what more do you want us to do?

- I have my own idea", she replied in a whisper, a smirk on her lips.

"You want me to go get another blanket?" Bucciarati asked innocently.

Abbacchio gave a look that meant "are you serious for real?" and (Y/N) refrained from bursting out laughing so as not to betray her presence in Bucciarati's room. He slowly blinked. Until he understood the young woman's "little idea". His cheeks flushed pink and he chuckled.

"Oh.

- "Oh"?" Abbacchio repeated sarcastically.

"Ooooh~", (Y/N) said before bursting out laughing.

The two men both put a hand over her mouth at the same time to silence her. And when she wiggled her eyebrows, Bucciarati turned his head so he wouldn't have to look at her and laugh in turn, immediately covering his own mouth with his free hand. Abbacchio stared at the ceiling, shaking his head, pretending to be desperate at their attitude, but he was smiling stupidly, thus losing all credibility. After a moment stuck in this position, the young woman grabbed both their arms to pull them against her. And they showed no resistance. Bucciarati hid his face against her shoulder, taking the opportunity to take a deep breath of her perfume. And Abbacchio nuzzled in her (H/C) hair, an arm around her waist out of habit. And after a long moment of silence during which (Y/N) thought she could finally fall asleep, without consulting each other, the two men began to place light kisses on everything that was within their reach. The young woman laughed, trying somehow to push their faces away.

"Stop, it tickles...

- You wanted us to keep you warm, didn't you?" Bucciarati whispered in her ear.

And she was shot through with shivers, from head to toe. Why did his voice still have to be so sweet at this hour? And then there was a slight pain in her neck. Abbacchio was amusing himself by kissing her neck wildly, leaving large purple hickeys on her skin. She blushed.

"... I'm going to have to wear turtlenecks to hide this.

- No one is asking you to hide anything", the main culprit whispered against her skin which was turning purplish in places.

She bit her lower lip. And it didn't escape Bucciarati who sat up slightly to come and kiss her. A passionate and languorous kiss, enough to warm the whole room on its own. And even though she was boiling inside, (Y/N) didn't regret having challenged them both. They were having a blast.