JJBA Oneshots

Guido Mista; Pampered.

As you applied the last bit of pretty lipgloss to your lips, you ruffled your hair a bit, and smiled at yourself in the mirror. You looked good. 

Your outfit consisted of an above-knee length, midnight blue A-line dress- your boyfriends favorite item of clothing you owned- a pretty pearl necklace he had acquired for you on his last mission, and a pair of black wedges. You weren't too dolled up, but you definitely werent in your normal attire; which consisted of a tee-shirt, some loose-fitting jeans, and sandals, if you were going out. 

But, it had been a month since you last saw him, as he'd been out on another mission. This wasnt unusual, as he was always out with his gang, the Passione, on important trips; but normally it was under wraps within a few days, maybe even a week or two, not a whole month. Needless to say, you missed him, and you wanted to look nice for him.

You hadn't done anything with your hair, though, as whenever you did anything with it, even pulling it up into a ponytail or bun, Mista complained. He liked it down 24/7, so he could play with it anytime he felt like; he also said it framed your face nicely. 

You placed your lipgloss down on the bathroom counter, turning on your heels, you exited the room and entered the common room of your apartment. Glancing around, you decided a bit of tidying up was necessary. You fixated the throw-pillows and blanket onto the sofa in an aesthetic manner, adjusted the greenery in the marble vase on the coffee table and spread the glass-coasters evenly. You also swept and mopped the floor and placed every miscellaneous item laying about, into their designated spot.

You glanced at the clock. Mista would be home in an hour and a half, nearly two, such giving you barely enough time to cook dinner; Which you had decided would be two of the favorite things he loved you to make, Gnocchi Alla Sorrentina and Mushroom Rissoto, with a fresh loaf of bread and a glass of red-wine and another of water- Deliziosa!
And so with the time crunch, you hauled off into the kitchen and began going about supper.

The next time you caught what time it was, the food had been prepared and sat at the table, along with the bread and drinks. 

You hung around at the dining table adjacent to the kitchen area, sitting in one of the seats, you impatiently thumped your foot against the floor. Your head began to spin as the mixture of eagerness and anxiety began to set in; if there was a change of plans, if he couldn't return home today, he'd surely find a payphone and call, right? Or if something bad happened to him, Bruno or Abbacchio, or SOMEBODY would contact you? But if something happened to all of them-

You were ripped from your worrisome thoughts by the sound of the door opening, and heavy-padded boots clunking against the hardwood, followed by a loud plop of a body onto the sofa. You stood up straight, and sauntered into the livingroom, a huge smile plastered across your face. 

As you entered, your familiar lover came into vision. He sat, leaned back against the couch with his signature hat sitting on the coffee table, boots already kicked off across the floor. 

"Mista," you spoke as you grew closer to him. "Welcome home!."

He peered hazy eyes up at you, smiling back from instinct. "Oh, hi, honey." His warm voice sounded like a melody to you. 

You sat next to him on the settee. His hair was disheveled and greasy and thick black- bags inhabited under his eyes. A look of worry set across you. 
"Have you not been sleeping, love?." You wrapped your arms around him, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"I have, I have," He trailed. "Just not alot. Y'know how it is." 

"I do," you nodded. "But still, I worry." 

"I'm fine, (Y/n). I don't like it when you worry."

"I'm always going to, Guido." You rested your head on his shoulder, matching soft breathing with his. His body was stiff, uncomfortably, he was sore from day-in day-out labor, you could tell. 

"I made dinner, your favorite." You rubbed circles into his clothed-chest with your index finger. 

"You shouldn't have," He grinned widely. "But, can I eat later? I'm not too hungry, for now I just want to...chill, yeah?."

"Of course, Mista. We can heat it up later."

"I love you." Mista murmured, repositioning himself on the couch long-ways, pulling you atop of him. You snuggled into his chest, and everything else in the world melted away. It was just you and him. 

"I love you too, and I missed you so." 

"Good. I would be offended if you hadn't missed me, honestly." He chuckled, to which you returned a laugh.

"I have an idea," You sat up a bit, cupping his face with your hands, you looked him longingly in his eyes. "Let me pamper you, Mista? I'll draw you a bath, light some candles, the whole sha'bang! It'll be relaxing! Just what you need."

He shook his head, although appreciatingly. "No, no, don't bother, I don't need all that."

"Come on. You've been out on a job for a month now, you deserve a little something-something, and you know it."

He smiled, face a bit flushed at the appraisal. "Hey, I'm fine! I said I don't need it, can't you hear?."

"I can hear fine, thank you very much, smart-mouth." You rolled your eyes, making a 'tch' sound. "But nevermind that," You leaned in closely to him, grazing your lips against his lovingly. "Lets say I join you, hmm? Would that change your mind, love?."

Upon hearing your words, his eyes wandered dangerously, and you smirked. "Yeah, okay, maybe." His arms were about to snake around your waist before you jumped up off of him and the sofa, in one smooth motion. 

"So be it!," You emitted. "It'll only take a few moments, hang tight."

His hands reached out to grab ahold of you but you had already danced off. "Hey, wait, you can't just leave like that, get back here!."

"No." You giggled and ran off into the bathroom. 

You twisted the knob and let the water pour from the faucet into the tub, allowing it to build up and be nice and warm. You pulled some candles you always had handy from the cabinet underneath the sink, along with the lighter you had next to them, and lit the sweet-scented candles, placing them around the room. You flicked off the light and allowed the candles to glow the room. It took all of four minutes for the tub to fill and when it did so, you invited Mista from the sofa to come inside. 

As he entered, he smiled sweetly. "It looks nice, thank you." You shook him off. "Please, don't mention it." 

He gave you a few short kisses and you both undressed, entering the steamy bathtub. You sat behind him and washed his hair with your shampoo, that he adored the smell of, and washed his back too; and by the end of it, Mista had fallen asleep laid back against you in the tub, with your arms draped around his neck.