With A Twist

EIGHTEEN (DAWSON)*

"Dawson, vai a svegliarla" Nonna instructs me as she smacks Theo's hand away from the food she's preparing. He sends me a wounded look and I bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing. She looks up at me with a pointed stare and I quickly scramble to the main bedroom.("Dawson, go wake her up.") 

Closing the door quietly behind me, I can't help but instantly smile when I see Hazel tangled up in the bedsheets, her body curled up as though she's a cold hibernating animal. 

I move towards her and climb into the bed, carefully moving her to lay on my chest. She unfurls her body naturally, resting her head on my torso and wrapping a hand around my waist. 

"Buongiorno, Spitfire," I murmur, lifting one of her hands to my lips and kissing it. She lets out a small whimper as she stretches out, her eyes slowly opening to rest on mine. ("Good morning, Spitfire.")

"Five more minutes," she whispers, her voice raspy and heavy with sleep. I chuckle, making her head vibrate slightly. 

As she lifts her head, her jet black hair falls down her back, cascading into a perfect hairstyle with no effort. I can't help but marvel at how beautiful she is. 

"Andros's family is here and Nonna has made breakfast," I try to tempt her. It works, her eyes quickly widening and darting to look at the door. 

"What are we waiting for?" She sits up and pulls the covers off her body, revealing her to be only wearing one of our shirts. 

My shirt. 

Shit.

Now I'm hard.

"Hang on, Spitfire," I pull her back to my chest, grabbing her face and pulling her lips to mine. I kiss her passionately, taking control immediately. She whimpers into my mouth, giving me the perfect opportunity to gain access with my tongue. 

I feel her body melt into mine as I continue kissing her and she moves herself to straddle me. 

"What was that for?" she asks breathlessly as soon as I pull away. 

"Need to wake you up properly," I tease her, placing my hands on her hips and moving her to grind on me slightly. She gasps as she comes into contact with my clothed dick, which is painfully standing to attention. 

"Dawson, we can't," she gasps, her eyes darting to the door again, "they'll hear us!" Her eyes widen with concern, before narrowing in irritation when she notices the amused look on my face.

"Guys, Nonna sent me to remind you food is re-" our heads snap to the door as we hear it open, my heart beating rapidly. 

This is a compromising position. 

Luckily, it's only Andros, who stops mid-sentence, smirking and closing the door behind him. Hazel tries to move off me but I keep her pinned against my body, gripping onto her hips possessively.