"Lovi, are you crying?" a voice asks softly from above me. I instantly turn around, quickly swiping a hand across my face, to see Antonio- fuck, I should have fucking known! -standing behind me, for once not smiling like he usually is. His face is serious, but not too serious, soft and kind and... and... oh gosh, I just want him to hold me... No! Stop thinking that, Lovino!

"No!" I half-yell. "I-I'm not crying, s-stupid Antonio!"

He crouches down in front of me, gently lifting a tear away from my eyes with a single callused fingertip. His hands could be softer, I suppose, but his guitar music makes up for that ten times over. How can he play such lovely songs? Not that I'd ever tell him they're lovely.

"I think that you are crying..." he says softly. "What can I do to make you feel better, mi amor?"

"Y-you can stop calling me that! I'm not your... l-love. I'm nobody's love, because no one... loves me." Another tear tries to sneak itself out of my eyelid, but I quickly squeeze my eyes shut to stop it.

"You're my love, Lovi!" Antonio says, and he sounds actually shocked that I wouldn't think of myself as love. "I love you so, so much!" Suddenly his arms are around me and he's dragging me into his lap, engulfing me in his warmth and love and his scent, and fuck if he doesn't smell like heaven and sleep and cinnamon and sugar- had he been making churros again? -and he somehow also manages to smell like wine and paprika and tomatoes and Antonio, and it's like he is everything that is right with the world.

And if he's everything right with the world than I'm everything wrong with the world.

And we don't go together. Wrong and right just don't mix.

But that doesn't mean I try to escape his arms. Oh, sure, I struggle a bit, but I'm too tired to really do anything like headbutt him, and really, his arms around me... they just... make me so warm... and comfy, and I just want to... lie down with him, and hold him, and sleep... when was the last time I slept again...? Meh, it didn't matter... (yawn...)

"Are you tired, mi amor?" he whispers softly against my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. "Here, come here, come here..." Before I know it I'm being carried, bridal style- and I'm not even awake enough to object to this -up the stairs towards where I know Antonio's bedroom is. I must be really and truly drowsy, because I reach up and intertwine my fingers with Antonio's dark brown curls, and when his brilliant green eyes meet mine, I don't even glare like I usually do.

He lays me down on his bed, making sure that I'm not on top of the blankets, before scooting in next to me and wrapping the fluffy comforter around the both of us. He then gathers me up in his tan arms and pulls me close to him, so close, so, so close...

I can feel his heart beating in time with mine as he engulfs me in his warm scent and his general warmth and his ever-present smile, even though he's not smiling now. The air around him is smiling, though, because the air around him loves him more than it loves anything else.

Or is that you? a voice inside my head asks me. I don't bother replying. It already knows the answer.

Once we're both comfortably snuggled up together, he opens his eyes and gently hands me a small smile, his green eyes lovingly, sleepily staring into my own eyes like some sort of magical... green... flashlight... (yawn...)

"Are you okay, mi amor?" he murmurs softly. I nod slightly, eyes closing as he begins to run the fingers of one hand through my hair. Mm... that feels nice.

I hope I don't forget this feeling.

I don't even know what I'm talking about when I say that, his fingers running through my hair or this... warmth that's engulfing me- the both of us.

He leans forward and gently presses his lips to mine. It's soft and slow and featherlight, nothing more than a gentle touch of both of our lips, but it fills me up with warmth like when someone fills a cup with coffee; it just keeps flowing through me, warming my seemingly ever-cold limbs until I feel like the sun is shining down on me, even though I know it's snowing outside.

He pulls back too soon, far too soon, and so I lean forward and press my own shy, tentative kiss to his lips, hoping to send the same intense-yet-comfortable warmth running up and down his body too.

This is what it feels like to fall in love, I realize as I pull back from him, vision hazy with the realization. This is what it feels like to fall in love.

In this moment, I have no qualms with falling in love with Antonio.

I breathe out as his arms wrap themselves more tightly around me. I think to myself that really, this should be uncomfortable, but he's soooo warm and I'm sooo tired and I just want to... let him... love me.

"You're so cold, mi amor," he whispers lightly in my ear and, yum, if I weren't so sleepy that would turn me on so much. The hand of his that's not running through my hair starts rubbing slow circles in my back, mmm, yes, please continue that. Forever, if possible.

"You're warm..." I sigh softly against his neck. I rub my cheek just-slightly against his just-slightly stubbly chin and try to ignore the pure comfort and love and- what is this feeling? -that runs through me. I just... I don't love him, but I definitely... could love him.

He snuggles further into me and I breathe in that yummy-delicious scent of his, my eyes closing slightly almost on their own.

A/N Well, this was supposed to be a songfic but, because of the fiasco I got last time I tried to post something with a song in it (the bitch can go and die) it's not. When the fic is completely done, hopefully sometime tonight, then I will post all of it on my Tumblr account, which is epicfawesomesauce, so please look for it there if you want the lyrics.

Also, the song is "Kiss Me" by my husband. Who is also known as Ed Sheeran. We're going to get married someday. *obsessed* Please please PLEASE check it- and his music, but not HIM, he's MINE to check out -because the song is GORGEOUS, and yeah, that's it. See you next chapter~!