Adding a Mute to the Mix (2p! Italy x Mute! Reader x 2p! Romano)

Chapter Fifteen - Partner Yoga

You woke up the following Sunday morning on your own. There was no maid that came in and no Vargas brother. A note was left on top of your alarm clock with a pile of clothing sitting next to it on the night stand. You picked up the note and looked at the time. It was 8:37 in the morning. You then focused your attention to the note. It was from Flavio, telling you that you should change and meet him in the room labeled with a "Y" on it in his wing of the estate once you woke up and had breakfast. You got up with a stretch and grabbed the clothing before heading the the bathroom to do your morning routine. The clothing left for you was a plain (f/c) athletic tank top, a black sports bra, underwear of the same color, and dark gray yoga pants. You slipped on the clothes before putting on ankle socks and sneakers. You then left you room and headed to the kitchen.

Maids and chefs greeted you warmly as you scoured the massive kitchen for some fruit. You weren't particularly hungry, so you settled on eating an apple. After throwing out the remnants of the apple, you headed for Flavio's wing to meet up with him. You wondered around until you found the door her note directed you to and knocked gently. Flavio's voice resonated from inside, telling you to come in. You did so and closed the door behind you.

The room was large and spacious with two walls of windows, allowing the bright morning rays of the sun to poor in and illuminate the room. The walls were white washed with light blue curtains pulled back against them. A few nature paintings hung on the walls. A light gray couch sat under a large ocean painting against a wall with no windows. Under each wall with windows sat a table with vases full of fresh flowers. In the middle of the room were two forest green yoga mats parallel to each other. Flavio was stretching by one of the windows before he turned to look at you. He had on black ankle socks, black joggers with two white stripes running down the seam lines, and a pink wife beater. His signature glasses were absent for once as he smiled at you.

"Buongiorno, il mio fiore. Did you sleep well?"

You nodded and pointed to the yoga mats.

"I figured you and I could relax today with some acro yoga."

You quirked an eyebrow at him as if to ask what that was.

"Have you ever heard of acro yoga before or seen it?"

You shook your head. His smile widened as he grabbed his phone from the armrest of the couch and pulled up pictures of some of the poses for you to scroll through. They looked simple enough, but some of them seemed like they could turn into compromising positions if done wrong. Flavio wrapped an arm around your waist as you looked through the pictures some more.

"Do you think that you could do some of these poses with me? I think it'd be a great trust exercise between us."

You shrugged before nodding.

"Va bene! Let's start, shall we? We'll start off easy, I promise."

You nodded again and walked to the mats with him after taking off your shoes. He had you join the mats together so that the crease between them was nearly invisible. Flavio then went into a push up position on the one mat. He instructed you to place your hands on his ankles, your feet up on his shoulders, and get into a push up position like him but to have your back parallel to the floor. You carefully got into position, making sure that you weren't causing him any discomfort with your added weight to his. The two of you held the pose before moving on to a few more easy ones. He then suggested trying a more advanced pose, and you agreed to try it with him.

Flavio laid down on his back as you stood with your back to him. He placed his one foot on your lower back before you carefully leaned back as he lifted you up on his foot. He held your hands until he steadied his leg. He instructed you to lean back as you grabbed one of your feet behind your back and extended the other one up towards the ceiling. He leaned up on his elbows to be face to face with you. You smiled at him, your face slightly red from the rush of blood to your head. He chuckled and gave you an eskimo kiss before helping you down. Now your face was red from a hot blush rather than blood flow. You took a few steps away from him as your hid your face in your hands. He hugged you gently and kissed your forehead.

"Oh, come now. You should have seen that coming. I even pointed the picture out to you specifically when we were looking at the pictures online," he murmured into your hair.

You shook your head and pushed him away before grabbing your shoes and running out of the room. You were embarrassed beyond belief. His gestures were simple, but they conveyed an affection that you weren't used to. You weren't even sure if you liked him like that, but you definitely could tell that he had the potential to turn into something more than a friend. Maybe you were starting to feel Stockholm syndrome set in? That was always a possibility. Right now you just wanted to be left alone for the rest of the day to contemplate your feelings and how you would escape considering that you had neglected to do that the past few days.

You returned back to your room and plopped down on your bed, curling up under the blankets. You refused to move and had your food brought to you when lunch and dinner came. Tomorrow you'd search the house better for a good way to get out.

~Author's Note~

DreamsForDays here! Sorry that this is up late! I forgot to upload it at the usual update time! Also, sorry that this one is shorter than the last few, but I have a lot of homework I have to get done for school. Hopefully next week will be longer. The picture at the beginning of the chapter are some poses they tried to do. Here are the translations.

Translations:

Buongiorno, il mio fiore. - Good morning, my flower.

Va bene! - Alright!

That's all of them! Thanks for reading! Feedback in the comments is always appreciated! Until next time!