Marzia and Felix 2: Viral

Marzia and Felix 2: Part Four

Marzia's POV:
"So, do you when do you want your party, Marzia?" Felix asks, as we sit in the living room, Felix watching a documentary and I'm reading a magazine. I look up from the magazine.
"Um... I don't know."
"Marzia."
"What? I don't know. Saturday." I reply.
"Okay, and what time?"
"...6:00PM." I thought up.
"Alright. Who do you want there?"
I glare at him.
"Fine, fine. I'll see who of our friends can come." He says.
"Okay." I look back down at my magazine, concluding to the article of a murder of an Italian couple. They were young too, pretty upsetting. I shut the magazine, and look at Felix. His face looks blank, but I could tell that the blank mask he was wearing was covering a sad face. I scoot towards him, and rest my chin on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, my darling Felix." I say, like a fancy woman I watched on a soap opera. He laughs a little.
"Oh, nothing."
"Mhmm." I say, raising an eyebrow. I kiss his cheek, then his ear, and slowly down his neck to his shoulder.
"You're upset, I know it."
He sighs deeply.
"Just seems like your upset and not excited about the celebration."
"Oh, Felix, I am elated about the party! I'm so excited to see my friends and drink and celebrate!" I say, raising my hands in excitement and then laying my head down on his lap.
"I'm glad you are." He looks down at me, and I look at him. I feel his fingers run through my hair, and I caress his cheek. I lean up and kiss him, and lay back down.
"What the hell was that?" I says.
"What?"
"That was a weak kiss. You can do better."
I laugh, lean up, and kiss him a little deeper.
"Come on, chicken!" He mocks. He smile and kiss him deeply, so deeply, I almost bite my lip. I lay back, blushing.
"Hmm... I still think you can do a little bit better than that."
"Oh really? Well, I think I have an idea." I wink, and he lifts me in the air. We laugh, as we enter the bedroom, and shut the door behind us. And the rest, you don't need to know.

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Felix's POV:
The next morning, I wake up at 10 AM. I slowly rise out of bed, stretch, and flop back down. Sighing, I look at Marzia, who is peacefully resting. I touch her shoulder. It feels a little different not feeling a T-shirt or bra strap. Her eyes flutter open.
"Hey."
"Hello, gorgeous." I reply. Snuggling close to her.
"Hehe."
And for the next half hour, we sit together, remembering the night before.