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Prompt: (PruIta) Feli has this lovely, cozy little house in Tuscany, outside of Florence, on the hills. He and Gilbert are laying out on the grass eating fruit and watching the clouds roll and the sun set. Pretty tender and sweet and heart-warming. (+ Sunshine)
Worry pricked at Gil—Feli had left to get the food for dinner more than an hour earlier. Gil leaned out the window of Feli's holiday home and squinted against the setting sun, scanning the horizon. The air was warm and comfortable, but it wasn't until Gil spotted Feli that he relaxed. Feli had stretched himself out on the grass, a bag of produce beside him. Grinning to himself, Gil ran outside to greet him.
"Hey, sweetheart." Gil settled down beside Feli, ruffling his hair to clear out the grass and flower petals. "You look like a million bucks in this sunshine."
Feli beamed, his eyes crinkling. Gil had to fight the urge to pinch his f*cking adorable dimples.
"I bought some fruit at the market," Feli said brightly. "I thought we could have a picnic!"
Gil leaned back against the grass, scooting over to curl against Feli.
"Nice day for one," Gil said. Clouds dotted the sky above them, and there was just a hint of a refreshing breeze in the air. Feli snuggled against Gil, resting his head on Gil's chest. Gil took the opportunity to drape his arm across Feli's waist.
"I think that one looks like a dinosaur," Feli said, pointing.
"It's going after that plate of pasta," Gil said. He gestured with his free hand at the blobby cloud. "Maybe he just wants the meatballs on it."
"I think he wants to share it with that bunny," Feli said. Gil followed his gaze and smiled.
"That sounds nice," he said. A big, frightening dinosaur sharing pasta with a little rabbit. He'd need to turn that into a bedtime story for the next time Feli got spooked by the thunder. "Think they're in love?"
"Oh, the bunny loves the dinosaur more than anybody else in the world," Feli replied. He nuzzled Gil's chest, and Gil suddenly wasn't sure that they were still talking about clouds. Gil opened his mouth to speak when he noticed a pout cross Feli's face. "Now I want pasta," Feli huffed. He looked up at Gil with wide, pleading eyes that immediately turned his heart to mush.
"I'll make some for you, babe," Gil offered. "I'll bring it right out here to you."
"Not yet," Feli said. He squeezed Gil's arm. "You're comfy."
"I'll feed you some fruit, then. Tide you over."
"Mmm," Feli murmured. He buried his nose in the crook of Gil's neck and sniffed. "You smell nice." His voice was drowsy and precious.
Gil strained to grab the fruit without disturbing him, finally hauling the cloth bag over to him. He pulled out a bunch of grapes, holding them up in the sunshine to be sure they were good enough for Feli. He polished one on his shirt for good measure and tested it. Sweet and perfect—just like Feli.
"Hey, love." Gil nudged him. "Got you some grapes."
"Mm?" Feli blinked sleepily up at him, but opened his mouth obediently. Gil popped a grape in Feli's mouth, and he let out a contented sigh as he bit into it. "I have good taste."
Gil bit back a laugh.
"Sure do, sunshine," he whispered. He looked up at the rosy sky and watched the dinosaur and bunny draw nearer to each other above the pasta. He rolled a grape between his fingers and offered it to Feli. "Best there ever was."