When she pushes you or hits you: Grab her and don't let go

Lovina was never in the best mood in the mornings. She was either in a walking- dead type of state, where she would barely talk and seemed to concentrate more on not tripping over furniture than insulting Antonio. Her other morning mood was one even Antonio found a bit scary; rage mode. Something apparently inconsequential would set her off, and it was like every volcano on earth exploding simultaneously. And the sun imploding. Coupled with a few dozen earthquakes. Anyone within a five mile radius was subject to her wrath… Something Antonio preferred not to think about, because, quite frankly, it scared the shit out of him when Lovina was like this. Thankfully, that mood didn't come around that often, maybe once a year or so.

His first clue that Lovina was in the latter mood was when she trudged downstairs in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and, upon seeing him, shoved him into the nearest wall. Hard. "Out of my way, you fucking idiotic bastard," she growled, and stomped over to the tomato bowl. "… Are you fucking kidding me." Her voice was dangerously quiet, not a good sign. "We're fucking out of fucking tomatoes. When I find out who's fault this is, I am going to carve a slit in their stomach and hang them with their own intestines, and then take out their spleen and eat it in front of them."

"Lovi, that's not nice," Antonio chastised, only realizing that it might have been a bad idea to say that when Lovina flew at him, fists up, and then punched him in the stomach. "Oof, Lovi," he gasped out, "that hurt!"

"Take it like a fucking man, bastard!" Lovina hissed, and continued punching and hitting him with all her might- which was considerable for a girl that spent most of her war experience running away.

When she pushes you or hits you- that voice was here again! Finally! It could help him deal with his adorable Lovi, even if she wasn't being quite so adorable at the moment! Grab her and don't let go. Antonio questioned the wisdom of this statement for a second, before Lovina kicked his shin in a way he knew was going to bruise the next morning.

"I'm sorry, Lovi," Antonio dodged one of her wilder punches and grabbed her, dragging his fiery Italian towards him until she was pressed against him, not able to move. "But you can be really violent sometimes." She tried struggling, but Antonio determinedly held on, wrapping his arms around her and hooking one of his legs behind her knees so she couldn't move a foot and gain some leverage.

"Let me go, you stupid bastard!" Lovina screamed, somewhat muffled, into his chest. "Let me go so I can kick your stupid ass!"

"Sorry Lovi," he repeated, slowly moving backwards until he was able to flop down on the mattress they kept on the floor (Lovina insisted- and with good reason!- that Francis have a mattress downstairs in the hallway, so when he slept over after a night of drinking there were several locked doors and a hell of a lot of house between him and her), dragging a still fuming Lovina with him.

They lay there for quite a while, Antonio hugging Lovina closely and whispering in Spanish, terms of endearment and pleas for her to calm down. Finally (read: forty five minutes later), Lovina relaxed and stopped swearing at him.

"You can let me go now, Antonio," she mumbled, emotionally and physically drained from her huge tantrum.

"Aw, Lovi, but I like hugging you!" Lovina looked up at her idiot, his bruised face beaming, and suddenly felt a rush of gratitude towards whatever reason had landed her with someone that could put up with her- anyone else would have reported abuse and left by now.

"Sorry," she murmured, burying her face in his shirt, feeling Antonio's arms loosen.

"For what? You're just being you, and if you weren't you then I might not like you for who you really are! I mean, I might like the other you that you'd be if you weren't you, but you just being you is fine! Besides, you're so cute that it makes up for fighting!" Antonio tilted his head downwards and planted a kiss on her forehead, and Lovina could hear the smile in his voice when he said "And I'll never let you go."


Authoress' Random Ramble

… Lovina goes batshit insane and Antonio just hugs her.

Myth tested, results: plausible.

LOL sorry couldn't resist ^^ Well, anyways, hope you liked this new installment!

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