Vanilla and Chocolate (BruAbba Oneshots)

Warm

It was Winter.
Although living on the Mediterranean naturally lends a warmer climate, it was still cold this day, around 4 degrees. Cold for Naples.

Bruno awoke, shocked by the cold that hung over his feat, chilling him through his entire body as he rubbed them together. He shifted, and felt something warm, almost scorching in comparison to his cold skill.

Then he felt strong arms braced around his waist and a head on his shoulders.

"L-Leone?" He stuttered a little, relaxing into Leone's warm frame, almost melting into his comfort. Leone let him, tightening his embrace.

"Good morning," His eyes were closed and he murmured into Bruno's ear.

Bruno turned and rolled over slowly, trying not to disturb their embrace but failing, which produced a groan from Leone. He was glad to sink back into Abbacchio's warm, loving arms again, this time facing him. Leone had his eyes closed, frowning but Bruno stared wide eyed at him.
   He studied the chiseled countours of his face. from his lips to his striking high cheekbones, all frame by his messy white hair. He'd studied the same image over and over, morning after morning, but this time felt special. They'd been going out for years now, and every day felt better and better.

Of course there were low times. Leone struggled with drinking still and Bruno couldn't shake his memories.
   Both of them often lived in the shadows of their depression, and they both fought with each other to regain control of their lives when things went wrong.

But things had been good. Things had been good for a while, in fact. Life had been better than ever, in both their minds.
   As they lay, half awake half asleep, warm in eachother's arms, Bruno could not think of a better place to be. Although Leone would rarely tell him, he thought the same.

As if reading eachother's minds, Abbacchio opened his eyes a little and their lips brushed. Leone murmured something inaudible as their lips connected fully with a slightly wet sound. They parted again both looking at eachother, covered by the sheets.
   Suddenly that cold that Bruno had felt numbing the ends of his body earlier were completely gone. In fact he almost felt a little too hot.

There was a bit of awkward shuffling and the sheets crumpled and crackled.

"Uhm..." Bruno muttered.

"Uhehrrr..." Leone murmured.

They both decided to end the awkward fumbling attempts at conversation by kissing. It was warm and comforting, it put Bruno at ease. It wasn't too hard or passionate, in fact it was relaxed. It almost made him want to fall asleep again, cradled in Leone's strong arms.
   As he lay there in his lover's embrace he felt he was almost being lulled back to sleep, like an inescapable lure. But he had plans for today and as much as he wanted to spend it all wraped up in bed with Abbacchio he had things he wanted to do.
  Yet he couldn't succumb to the soft, bleary bliss of his bed or the warm comfort of Leone's arms.

"Leone, I think I'm going to have to get up,"
   It was rare for Abbacchio to be the clingy one and this was one of those rare times.

"No, stay," It almost sounded like a command, with authority behind it, but it wasn't harsh. He was just sad to let him go.

"I have things to do, love," The strain in Bruno's voice was noticeable. He felt a little bad for leaving Leone on his own.
   Just as he was about to swing his legs out of the duvet into the cold he stopped for a moment and turned to face Leone. His eyes were open and he was frowning. He stared at that face he knew so well. He couldn't let that down.

"Ah shit, nevermind," he muttered with a chuckle as he sunk back down and nestled in with Leone. It was good. Although he only planned to stay for a few minutes. Yet there was something almost too compelling about the idea of staying there for hours. But he couldn't do that.

He lay there, twirling Leone's white hair with his finger slowly, wide eyed again and a slight smile.
It was so warm there, sheltering from the cold in his lover's arms.
Oh so blissfully warm.