Ich Liebe Sie, L'amo anche
A cold breeze blow across the room, waking Scipio. It was an odd thing, he never left the window open, and then he remembered. Prosper had stayed here last night. Scipio turned to face the younger boy beside, his mouth hung open, Scipio suppressed a laugh and rolled out of bed to close the window. It was early spring in Venice, which brought a breath fresh air to the Venetians after a harsh winter. Tourists began to flog the streets and the markets again, not that the tourists ever really leave, there's just fewer in the winter.
Scipio crossed the room to the bed where Prosper was stirring, his eyes where closed but there was a small smile dancing across his lips. Scipio began tracing the outlines of Prosper's lips; Prosper started laughing and pushed Scipio's hand away. He turned to face Scipio, smiling at him. "Good morning," he muttered taking Scipio's hand and pressed it too his lips.
"Did I wake you?" Scipio asked his voice full of concern, Prosper shook his head.
"I was about up anyway," he insisted, propping himself against Scipio, "Ich liebe Sie," Prosper whispered to him.
Scipio smiled and muttered back, "L'amo, anche." Prosper smiled and reached up and planted a kiss on Scipio's cheek, Scipio turned and kissed on the lips.
Prosper pulled away from the kiss first, he stared into Scipio's dark eyes.
"Do you mean it?" Scipio asked, Prosper frowned at him.
"What?" Prosper pursued his voice sounded very icy, Scipio began to worry he had said the wrong thing. He was just curious to know if he meant it, well you know what they say curiosity killed the kitty.
"I was just wondering if you meant it, you know when you say you love me." He said turning his head away.
"Of course I do, you nitwit," Prosper exclaimed, laughing fondly at Scipio.
"Oh well that's good," Scipio began to laugh as well now.
"Come on, I'm hungry," – Prosper got out of bed and walked to the breakfast bar, "what do you have to eat in this place?"