He wakes up to her grinning widely, no morning haze evident in her eyes, rather energetic, sparkling ones which widen in delight as he wakes up as if waiting for him to do so.
She scoots infinitesimally closer to him.
"It's Saturday." She greets.
He nods, smiling slightly, hand on her waist shifting to rub his eyes.
The weekdays are always packed and hectic, so the excitement is evident because after quite a while, they're here in bed together.
Cutting all the long talk, she's in the mood.
She grabs his silk shirt and kisses him.
A very good morning indeed.
He lets his hand slip past the robe and his old t-shirt which often serve her as night suits and caresses her back and waist while her hand runs over his chest and then card into his hair.
They part away once breathless.
He kisses her forehead in the rush of fondness.
"Buongiorno Cara."
And then he's moving out of the bed when her hand fists the shirt from his back and frowns.
He suppresses the urge to grin and instead sighs fondly.
"This is totally unacceptable." She stands in a proper swimsuit, the one she's seen people who really know how to swim wear– hands across her chest, pouting in front of the swimming pool.
He bought it for her a week ago.
That makes her want to scream.
"This is very much necessary." She glares at him, who stands in proper swimwear attire too, all lean and muscular and Cha Young wants to throw him back on the bed and shut the door and–
He jumps inside the pool, water splashing.
She takes a step back.
He swims back to the concrete and beckons her to come forward.
She pouts, unwilling to move forward.
"Cha Young-ah." He calls out.
She does not stomp her feet before moving forward.
"Bend down." She bends down, pouting while doing so.
He holds her hand and pushes her.
She holds back.
"Yah!"
"What?" He retorts.
She glares at him again before dipping her legs in the water.
It's not too cold, thankfully.
"Get inside."
She looks down as she wiggles her feet in the water.
"Cha Young-ah.."
And then he grabs her by the waist and pulls her inside.
She shrieks and grabs onto him like a koala.
"Let me go." He says, trying to remove her legs wrapped around his waist.
"You want me to die?"
"You are not dying, I promise you this."
She doesn't move an inch.
He sighs.
"We aren't even in the deep part or I might have fallen with your weight."
YOU ARE READING
snippets of VCY
RomanceA list consisting of all the one-shots I wrote for my beloveds-Vincenzo and Cha-Young! In any setting-with different genres <3 Mostly alternate universe, some canon/post-canon
