Yesterday - Bucciarati Fanfiction

Chapter 20 - I'm happy

I didn't dream. I didn't think of killing Sergei tonight. But I didn't think a dreamless sleep could be so restless, and while restless I could do with more of it, but it seems the stars had other plans for me today. Being awaken by a loud slam of the door, along Narancia's voice was not the best. Maybe even not great at all. "Bucciarati! Get up- holy shit- Did you two have sex?!" The young man was surprised when he opened the door, but not as much as I was when I was startled awake by his presence. Fuck. I sat up quickly, my sleepy eyes meeting Narancia's all to awaken ones. "Narancia, please get back downstairs." Bruno requested as he sneaked a hand on my lower back. I wasn't awake enough to speak or fully comprehend anything right now, so I didn't even realize how it could look from an outside point of view. The shorter-haired man's gaze trailed a bit to my neck then back to my face before covering his gaping mouth. "You definitely did-" his face flaming red he back out of the door, muttering that we had to get up, adding that Giorno was expecting us downstairs. I stared at the now closed door before looking to my right and seeing Bruno's gorgeous eyes gazing at mine.

For a moment, I almost jumped out of his touch, having forgotten what happened last night along the dramatic part of Sergei's death. Sighing in relief, I let myself fall down on Bruno's chest, hearing the rumble of his chest against mine as he chuckled. "I don't know what just happened but I don't want to leave the bed." I stated, looking down at his chest as I trailed my finger on his tattoo, but stopped rapidly when I felt his intense gaze on mine, mumbling a soft sorry. "No, it's all good," he grabbed my hand and placed it back on his tattoo with a reassuring smile. "Now it's awkward, stop looking at me." I mumbled. His response was to brush a hand through my hair before telling me, "Why would I stop looking at you? You're so gorgeous, amore." My face felt hot not only from his chest pressed against my cheek, but also from the relentless and oozing flirting that poured out of his mouth.

I focused my eyes on his tattoo and started tracing the pattern hesitantly, almost falling back to sleep at the calm that surrounded us. I remember the first time I saw his intricated design, I already wanted to roam my hands all over it without any remorse but knew better. Yet here I was. "I really want to touch you more." I whispered, craning my head to look at him in embarrassment, "But like not in a sexual way- I just really want to touch you all over, and feel you? Does it make sense? Oh god I shouldn't have said that, now I'm- forget it." I sat back up, crossing my legs in tailor style, my head turned towards the window to calm my burning cheeks.

"So, does that mean you, don't want to touch me in a sexual way?" he teased with a fake sadness in his voice. Choking on nothing, I looked at him in disbelief. "I- no! Of course, I do but that's- that's all you got out of this? Look at yourself, how would I not?" shaking my head, I was about to take his hand in mine, in case he really needed some reassurance but he grabbed me by the waist first and pulled me on his lap once more. He was sitting with his back resting against the bed head and gave me a smug smile. "I was teasing you, of course you can touch me, I would love that." He breathed with slightly pink cheeks, before leaning over and kissing my neck longingly, eventually I felt more pressure on my neck and realize what he was doing. I gasped when I felt his tongue graze my skin and pushed his head away from me, I would never admit that I liked it when he did that, instead I gave him the most threatening look I could. It was mixed with pure bashfulness; how could he stay so composed when acting so unchaste.

Holding his chin in my hand I frowned, "Did you just?" trying to get a better look, at the spot I felt his smile widen in my hand, so I let go. Grinning, he laid his head back on the bed head and was looking at me proudly, "Could you not-" rubbing the spot, I noticed it was on the opposite side of the one he did last night. "Do you have no restraint?" I asked in fake outrage, a small smile gracing my lips as I met his gaze. I thought he was always so charming and composed, but there was a more carnal part in him that seemed to call out to him to mark my neck. Brushing his hands on my thighs, he squeezed them a bit before talking, "Restraints? Already? Cara, I never would have thought you'd suggest it." He purred. Huffing a laugh, I tried to not show how bad his teasing was getting to me and just shook my head. "I did not say that, you are bad. I can't even say anything-" as I started to get off of him, he pulled me back with a groan.