Just kiss me, you bastard:

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(Saturday, 7:00 PM)

I was already agitated and the date hadn't even started yet. Feli would be staying over at Elizabeta's for the night. But that wasn't what I was pissed off about. Somehow, in the span of a day, everyone knew about my date with Antonio. I figured that Antonio must have told Gilbert, which was a fatal mistake if you ask me. Best friends or not, everyone knew that Gilbert could never be trusted to keep a secret. His life literally revolved around gossiping and blogging about the 'awesome' secrets of his idiotic bachelor's life. Gilbert must have then told Liza about our date.

This would explain why she had taken so many photos of me earlier today. Apparently, 'first date jitters' were a staple to record in the art of scrap booking. Liza was like the embarrassing mom that I never had nor did I ever want. Roderich had even gone so far as to send me his regards when I dropped off Feli this afternoon. He told me to be careful, and after a very painfully awkward conversation of why I should wear protection and never condemn myself to a lifetime full of 'little demons', Liza sent me off with a firm smack to the bum. The only contenders for my crazy life were my crazy friends. One of those friends, however, would be getting a real ass whooping the next time that I saw him. That person was Gilbert, if you were wondering. Which you shouldn't be because you already know how much I despise that albino fuck nugget.

I sighed and checked the watch on my wrist. It was 7:00 PM. Antonio was supposed to pick me up at ten after. I was waiting in my apartment building's ratty front lobby. I didn't bother to sit down on the lounge's hole-happy leather chairs. Having Gilbert in my life was one too many diseases if you ask me. Instead, I took to pacing back and forth. Or rather, clacking. I was wearing a red, strapless dress that cut in a low V-neck down my chest. It made my boobs look much bigger, which wasn't all that much; yay for push-up bras, I guess. I also wore matching red three-inch heels to go with the dress. Any more inches and I would become a stumbling giraffe. Being a klutz and wearing heels was not a very good combination.

I owe my outfit to Grandpa Roma. The fucker had bought me this dress months ago. Initially he had wanted me to wear it as my work uniform. As if that would ever happen. Just to spite him, I kept the outfit in the deep folds of my closet. It went untouched until tonight. Seriously. What was it with people buying me outfits? Was I inherently a magnet for perverts? It certainly seemed like it. Oh well. The old fart had actually pulled through for me tonight. Heh. He was like my fairy godfather; literally because of his sketchy mafiaso background. Regardless, I had a spectacular outfit to wear tonight because of him.

Not wanting to push it, I didn't bother to do much with my hair. I already knew how much Antonio liked my natural curls. Although that one fucking curl that always manages to stick out of place will be the death of me. No amount of screaming, hairspray, swearing, and praying could tame that godforsaken strand of hair. I considered placing a headband over it, but then I realized that I would probably need my hair to hide behind if things got awkward during the date.

And I know for a fact that the awkwardness would be inevitable. We couldn't avoid the rough topic of Antonio's experiences in rehab. It was necessary to get all of the hard stuff out of the way first anyway. Ignoring it and pushing it to the side wouldn't do us any good. I wanted a fresh start and that couldn't happen unless we addressed our past messes.

This was the reason why I had given Antonio another chance in the first place. He had gone to rehab for me and was willing to make up for his past mistakes. There was no wrong in giving him the benefit of the doubt. I would give him one last chance. If he fucked it up, then that was his problem. But it would be cruel on my part to let things end on such a terrible note. Tonight was an opportunity to see happy Antonio. My heart ached at the thought. I missed him. The real him. Just the thought of spending time with Antonio had me smiling. We used to laugh so much together. And how could I not? He was such a goofball. Out loud I called him a dumbass, but Antonio was fluent enough in Lovina speak to know that I had always meant it in the fondest way possible.

Rain pounded and thrummed against the asphalt. I walked over to the glass doors and peered outside. The scowl on my face was instantaneous. I didn't have an umbrella with me. If my hair got wet, it was game over. Frizz central everyone.

My prayers were answered when Antonio's convertible pulled up in front of the lobby. Thankfully, the hood was attached. I felt a guilty pang form in the depths of my stomach. On a sunny day, I would have been able to walk up to him and strut my non-existent 'stuff'. I remember all too well how much Antonio got a kick out of teasing me. Catcalling me via honking his horn was one of his favorite ways to do so. I said that I hated it when in fact I actually enjoyed his teasing just as much as he did. Likewise to Feli, I adored attention, except I always pretended otherwise.

Antonio opened the car door, frowned at the rain, and put up his tomato print umbrella. He then walked up the cement steps and approached the lobby's front door. I ogled at him the entire time. He was wearing a casual black dress shirt, grey dress pants, and black slacks. His curls were messy and wild, but he had tucked his bangs behind his ears, giving me a full view of his glowing, tanned face. His green eyes popped in contrast to the dark tones of his outfit. I melted at the sight of him and already felt self-conscious of myself.

Antonio looked up as I walked over to the front door to let him in. His face instantaneously broke out into a huge grin. I smiled weakly, all the while secretly panicking inside. It was a smile that turned my insides to jelly. Damn. Why did he have to be so godamned perfect? His teeth were brighter than my entire fucking future.

Antonio closed his umbrella and stepped into the front lobby. Being the dork that he was, he gave me a chivalrous bow, grabbed my hand, and planted a gentle kiss on it. "Mi amor," he purred. I tutted and smacked his hand away. He pulled up and smirked. I deadpanned. How could one want to punch and kiss a face simultaneously?

Antonio's eyes swept over my figure only to light up in appreciation. "You look absolutely beautiful tonight," he beamed.

I smirked. Antonio's face had the faintest pink tinge to it. Huh. I was beginning to enjoy this. He never used to blush this often. It was like we were starting all over again. I placed both hands on my hips and scowled. "Was I not beautiful before, bastard?" I growled. I averted my gaze to the ground when he aimed a half-hearted glare at me. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and blushed a deep red.

"You also…look good. I guess…"

"Oh Lovi! You're so cute~!"

Ooops. My mistake. I forgot how touchy-feely Antonio was. I was currently being suffocated in one of his rib-crushing hugs. His laughter chimed and echoed in the lobby. It was much better than the corny elevator music that played in the background. My face pressed into his chest. I closed my eyes and took a brief second to inhale the familiar scent of his cologne before I relented and shoved him away.

Antonio pouted. He offered me a hand and I grudgingly took it. His hands were so much bigger than mine. They practically enveloped them. I shifted my hand to feel all the familiar callouses. We began to walk forward. I cocked my head to the side and nudged shoulders with him. I was holding his hand; what more did he want?

"Oi," I scolded. "What's the frown for?"

Antonio hummed under his breath. "How come you're hiding your apartment from me?" I blushed and looked away from the all-knowing expression on his face. He knew me well, too well in fact. I waited in the front lobby specifically because I didn't want him to see my apartment. I know for a fact that he would disprove of my current living conditions. It was bound to be too small for his lavish tastes.

He believed that I deserved everything in the world. Don't ask me why. Spoiling me with unnecessary gifts was just one of his many quirks. Although, he had already spent enough money on me lately. I didn't want him to go out of his way again. Even though he technically wasn't going out of his way because he was loaded, but still, it was the principle at hand. And I knew that without a doubt, he would be paying for tonight's dinner. My stubbornness, however, insisted that I brought my wallet along anyhow. I was losing a battle that I had yet to start. The wallet was there to keep my pride in check. I was still mad about his previous stunt at the grocery store. A half-ass attempt at redemption was long overdue.

"I-I'm not hiding anything from you," I stammered. "I just thought that it would be more convenient for you if I waited here." Antonio gave me a look that told me that I wasn't fooling him anytime soon. Thankfully, he gave me the benefit of the doubt by switching the topic.

"Is Feli staying over at Elizabeta's?"

"Mhmm," I hummed in agreement. A mischievous flare lit up in Antonio's eyes. By the time that I looked at him again it was already gone. Antonio held open the door for me. I scoffed. This was something that we always used to butt heads over. He was a traditional gentleman and I fought to fend for myself. In that aspect, we were both stubborn. We weren't all that different, after all. Just this once, I let him hold open the door for me.

I clacked, more like hobbled, down the cracked cement steps. Antonio stepped ahead and opened his umbrella. He held it out for me, all the while trying to stifle his laughter. His eyes fell to my heels. My face burned for what must have been the fiftieth fucking time in a matter of mere minutes. Yes, I was going all out tonight, and no, I wasn't ashamed to do so. It was his bastard grin that made me so damned squeamish in the first place.

By the grace of God Antonio didn't comment on my poor heel-to-toe coordination. He grabbed my hand and we walked a short distance to his parked, red convertible. Antonio opened the passenger door for me and I climbed in. I almost giggled at the sight of the familiar handle bar moustache accessory that hung from the driver's mirror. I remember scaring Ludwig with that thing. Ah. Good memories. I looked down and plucked a toffee from a cup holder. Antonio smirked as he climbed into the driver's seat. He was so excited that the entire car bounced along with him. I joined him in his bouncing. Except my bouncing was more out of nervousness than anything else. I took up a sudden interest in the car's carpeted grey floor.

Antonio chuckled. "Don't tell me you're nervous, Lovi."

"Fucking hell! What makes you think that?" I blurted out.

Antonio shook his head, twisted his torso, and reached to grab something from the back seat. I gasped. He held onto something very dear to me. It was a pair of studded black combat boots, something that I had accidentally left behind when we…never mind.

I bit my lip and feigned indifference. The widening of my eyes gave away my true feelings over the matter. Antonio motioned for me to take them and I gratefully did so. I absently stroked my hands over the faux leather surface. I was in awe. "I don't want you to make yourself uncomfortable because of me," he said, aiming a pointed look at my heels.

"Wear whatever makes you comfortable. I'd find you beautiful even if you were wearing a paper bag."

I clicked my tongue in irritation. "Of course you would, you conniving bastard. A paper bag wouldn't cover much, now would it?" I challenged.

"Que?! That's not what I meant!" Antonio protested, blushing even harder than before. It was funny to see the pink come through his tan.

"Fucking pervert," I mumbled under my breath. I still nonetheless swapped the heels for the boots. It would save me from a ton of unwanted blisters and bruises later on. I turned to see Antonio absently tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

"Well, are you going to drive or what?!" The nerves I felt only added to my irritation. Antonio twisted so that he could get a better look at me. I couldn't meet his gaze for more than five seconds without looking behind him or at something else. Anything really. The rain pounded against the metal rooftop of the car. I shivered from both the cold and the intensity of his stare. He reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently. I swooned. His hand was so warm. I wanted him closer. I wanted to press myself to him and to never break free. But that would hardly be appropriate given the current situation.

Antonio smiled, effectively shattering right through my defences. I spotted the familiar chip in his right canine tooth. The edge was partially jagged, making him look like a cheap version of a vampire. I've always found that quirk to be adorable. I remember begging him not to fix it. To me, it gave his smile character.

Antonio took a deep breath. Every word that he spoke was heavy. I could tell that he was just as nervous as I was. The excitement that he felt was gone. It had been replaced by a grateful, albeit hesitant sort of happiness. He was scared to put any hope into this date. I reassured him and perhaps myself even by squeezing his hand in reciprocation. "I'm really glad that you agreed to this," he whispered.

I cupped a hand to his cheek. He leaned into my touch, taking comfort in it. "Me too."

…

Antonio had taken us to a fancy Italian restaurant downtown. Go figure. He knew that I wouldn't have gone for anything different. Usually he was much bolder than this, but he was playing it safe tonight. I could tell that he was terrified of scaring me off. If it's any consolation, the promising smell of bread sticks would be keeping my cheap ass put. I still felt out of place, however. The lady leading us to our table had made sure of that. She obstinately spared disproving glances at my boots. Well, fuck her! She can go and shove another ten bread sticks up her pompously tight butthole for all I care!

'Pompous bitch' led us to a secluded table. The lights were dimmed to set the romantic mood. Candles placed in expensive-looking glass vases were the main source of light. Gigantic, elaborate glass chandeliers dangled over each table. Dining customers spared us the odd glance as well. Most of them were directed at me. Again. It was obvious that I didn't belong here. Antonio was too oblivious and happy to care, however. He held onto my hand and swung it around, lightly whistling all the while.

Pompous bitch had 'so graciously' offered us a table right next to a window. It overlooked two stories down and gave us a good view of the setting sun. The river by the nearby harbour gleamed and reflected the orange, purple, and pink hues of the falling horizon. Pompous bitch spared me one last snobbish glance before she left Antonio and I to our own devices, or rather, empty, half-hearted conversation.

Antonio skirted around the table and held out a chair for me. I grunted my thanks and sat down in it. I was as stiff as a board. Not many words were exchanged at first. I morosely picked at the cluster of green grapes resting on a silver platter at the center of the table. Antonio smirked as I continued to feed and buy into my nervousness.

It wasn't long before a waiter with reddish-brown hair and green eyes approached our table. She was wearing a red blouse with black trimmings and a matching tie. She had a warm, genuine smile that eased much of my initial discomfort. I connected with her on a spiritual level when I saw that she too had a kink in her hair, and a horrid one at that. Her stray curl was almost box-like. How odd. I grinned to myself; I liked her already.

"Good evening~!" She chirped. "My name's Juliet and I'll be your server for the night. Can I start you guys off with some wine? Tonight's special is a white sherry variant."

My heart stopped. Antonio looked down at the table, evident discomfort written on his face. I spoke without realizing that my mouth was open in the first place. "N-no, we'll just have some water if you don't mind," I stammered. The waiter spared me an odd look. I could tell that she was confused. Perhaps even disappointed. After all, the more wine we drank, the higher her tip would be at the end of the night. Honestly, I could have gone for a glass of wine, but given Antonio's recent recovery, it would have been insensitive for me to do so. If it were up to me, Antonio wouldn't even have to look at alcohol. He'd said it himself; tonight was supposed to be anything but discomforting.

"We're driving out of town after this," I lied. The waitress smiled in understanding, handing us a pair of elegantly laminated menus. They were bound with real leather and the corners were embedded with sterling silver. I grimaced and stressed to myself. Just how expensive was this night going to be?

Antonio shifted in his seat. He raised his hand, gestured towards me, and shed the waitress with a kind smile. I could tell that the smile was strained. His eyes didn't crinkle in the corners like they typically did. "Don't listen to her," he chided, playing along with my ruse. "I'm the one driving. She'll take a glass of wine."

I inhaled sharply and gave Antonio a startled look. His eyes implored for me to take the offer. I couldn't stand to see him look this vulnerable. I glowered back at him and grit my teeth. Alcohol had never done us any good before. I would be more than happy to skip out on it for the night. "Honey," I warned in a dangerously sweet voice. "I'll be just fine without one, thank you."

Juliet sensed the danger in the air. She was quick to turn on her heels, giving us some time to ruminate over our food options.

I held up the menu with both hands so that it hid my burning face. Antonio's smirking laughter didn't exactly help with my embarrassment. "'Honey'?" He chortled. "Really?!" I ignored him to the best of my ability. Antonio kept none too subtly nudging my foot with his own. He stopped after I kicked him in the shin. Hearing him grunt with pain was a small victory indeed. I knew that he was staring at me, but I didn't dare to lower my menu. I was too busy ogling at the overly priced food. Some were even in the triple digits. Absolutely ridiculous if you ask me.

"Do you know what you're going to have, honey?" My eyes twitched. Oh. That bastard was really asking for it now. I raised my foot to kick him in the shin again. This time I angled my boot so that he would get the full toe. My plan was halted mid-action when a tanned hand plucked my menu away. Without something to hide behind, my face reddened indefinitely. I protested and made a grab for the menu. Oh God. People were definitely staring now.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed. "People are beginning to stare."

Antonio pouted and placed the menu back on the table. "Lucky them. I haven't gotten a good look at you all night," he whined. I groaned and sat back in my seat. I refused to be someone else's entertainment for the night.

Antonio grabbed my hand before I could fold it back into my lap. "You know, you didn't have to do that." He pursed his lips into a frown. There was no joking edge to his voice anymore. He was being completely serious now.

"Do what?" I growled, even though I already knew full well as to what he was alluding to.

"I can be around others who drink. Gilbert does it all the time."

"Gilbert's an inconsiderate asshole," I huffed in retort.

"No! Really! It's fine….I'm fine…" Antonio trailed off.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "So you're really better now?" I whispered.

Antonio nodded his head. "I am," he said in an earnest voice. "It was very hard in the beginning. The first step was addressing the root cause of it all. It took me a long time to accept what happened with…" His voice trembled and broke off again. Antonio's shoulders slumped. His eyes were heavy with the weight of the impossible and unrelenting burden of death.

I quelled back the tears forming in my own eyes. A lump formed in my throat. The poor guy. He was still mourning over Francis' death. It didn't help that Francis' family had banned Antonio from visiting his grave back in France. A year and a half wasn't enough to close the deep wounds of such an unexpected tragedy. Antonio had yet to receive the closure that he so desperately needed in order to move on.

I myself felt a lot of resentment over the matter. Antonio wasn't the one who had driven the car into a pole. That had been Francis' drunken mistake. The accident had been caused by two grown adults not drinking responsibly. The blame couldn't be shifted to just one person alone. Hatred should never be paired with grief. It was infectious and that's what had caused Antonio to resort to drinking in the first place. It was a cycle of destruction and it needed to be stopped.

I finished for him. "You can't change the past, Antonio. You were both in the wrong that night. It was never your responsibility to shoulder all of the blame."

Antonio swallowed. I squeezed his hand and held onto it for dear life. "You're right," he croaked. "But you're also wrong. There is something that I blame myself entirely for. My biggest regret in life was hurting you. I never wanted to yell at you. I wasn't thinking clearly back then. I was just so angry and bitter and you were the easiest way to let it all go.

"It was only until you left me that the I realized how very wrong I was. You were my sunshine in a world full of sorrow. Rehab was without any light. My life clouded over and getting out to see you was the only brightness that I looked forward to. I was so scared, Lovi. I hated myself, but more than that I was terrified that you would hate me back. You have no idea how much this night means to me. Seeing your blush and your smile and your putrid little scowl brought joy to my otherwise empty life."

I didn't realize that tears were streaming down my face until Antonio reached over the table to dab at my face with a handkerchief. He chuckled lightly while doing so. "Oh Lovi," he sighed. "I am undeserving of your affection."

"S-shut up!" I whimpered. That damn bastard. He had a way with words that always left me so emotional. "You're too hard on yourself. You've done so much for me, Antonio. Don't you dare sell yourself short. You're fucking better than that and you know it. If not for yourself, do it for me. I've already forgiven you. The only one who hasn't done any forgiving is you."

Antonio's eyes widened. He leaned back into his chair, his mouth parting open in shock. "I forgive you, you hear me?" I repeated. "But we won't be able to start over unless you forgive yourself." The urge to wrap him in my arms was unbearable. He looked like he was in desperate need of a hug. Holding hands wasn't enough. To compensate, I nudged my foot against his own and smiled.

"Fuck. I'm not used to you being this quiet," I grumbled, nervously shifting in my seat. "Say something, bastard. You're creeping me out."

Antonio laughed. It was a breathless kind of laugh. Nevertheless, it was still music to my ears. Tears steaked down his face despite the mile-long grin tugging on the corners of his mouth. He bowed his head and brought my hand to his gentle, chapped lips. He kissed it over and over again. His eyes were disbelieving yet so very grateful at the same time. His shoulders lifted. The burden that had pressed onto his conscience for so long was now gone.

"I guess that I have no choice but to forgive myself then."

"Took you fucking long enough."

…

The rest of our night was spent making light-hearted conversation. It was a bit embarrassing, albeit flattering, how Antonio never took his eyes off of me. Even when he was eating. It goes to say that barely any food had actually made it into his mouth. My cheeks hurt from laughing too much. Before our food arrived, we had passed the time by doing a bit of role playing. I played the snobbish looking woman with a cheetah print suit and Antonio played her miserable-looking partner. We 'argued' over who wore the pants in the family. Clearly it was the woman if she was brave enough to wear animal print in a five-star restaurant. Antonio didn't think so. Apparently, he was the one who had conquered my 'wild heart' in the first place. Fucking goofball. That's what he was.

After that was done and over with, I made sure that Antonio was all caught up with my life. He certainly had a lot to say about that. He didn't like that I had dropped out of school. Even though I made a considerable amount of money -given my level of education- at my job.

Speaking of which, he wasn't very happy when I had told him about Grandpa Roma. His jealousy was obvious. He also didn't like the fact that he wasn't the only one who pampered me with gifts now. I found his irritation over this to be fucking hilarious. Antonio had gone full prince charming mode. I could tell this judging by the devilish smile that he wore on his face. He was going to compensate and try to outshine Roma in his gift-giving. I grimaced at the thought. Just wait until he saw my apartment. He would go ballistic at the sight of it. Just his bathroom alone was bigger than my entire living room.

Antonio's interest in Feli was also very touching. Come the end of the summer, she would be entering kindergarten. The way that his eyes lit up when I mentioned that warmed my heart. He held the excitement of a proud father. I buried my feelings into a large slice of chocolate cake because of that. Damn bastard. Making me feel all jittery and shit. Hours passed and we talked about everything that came to mind. Juliet kept having to refill the grapes on the table. I just couldn't stop eating. I wasn't nervous, but rather, I was on edge. I was planning to do something very rash when we got back into his car. It was something that I haven't done for a long time now. I kept dropping subtle hints that I wanted to leave. Antonio either didn't notice or he just didn't want to leave quite yet.

Eventually, he took the hint and asked for the bill. Juliet nearly fainted when she saw the massive tip that he had left for her. I patted the stunned girl on the back and wished her a good night. Well, it was a good night until it started to pour the moment that we walked out of the restaurant. Antonio shielded his 'precious', aka me, under his arms as we sprinted towards his car. I dove into the passenger's seat and took a deep, contented breath. The car door opened and Antonio plopped down next to me. I shivered. Antonio started up the car and turned on the heat. I held up my hands to the fan.

Antonio smirked. I silently mused at how his wet curls stuck to his forehead. "I'd offer you my shirt, but if I took it off, you'd probably get hot then." He grinned like the moronic smartass bastard that he was. I smirked to myself. I'd show him-! I looked to my left and then to my right. Perfect. The parking lot was pretty much empty. I grinned and leaned over my seat. I made sure that he had a full view of my cleavage. God bless push-up bras. Halle-fucking-lujah.

"Antonio?" I purred.

Antonio turned to meet my gaze. He gasped when he saw that I was slowly making my way over to him.

"Eheh," he chuckled nervously, his voice squeaking and raising several octaves. "Lovi?"

"I think that I'll take you up on that offer. Take off your shirt," I ordered.

Antonio froze.

"I said now, bastard." I sighed. I had no patience for this. I was ready to tear his shirt in half at this point. Antonio fumbled for words. I scoffed and crawled into his lap. Antonio pressed back into his seat. I was now straddling him. The moment was perfect. I pressed my palm against his chest. His heart was pounding and at a maddening pace at that. I didn't care that what I was doing was reckless and probably stupid. All I knew was that I wanted Antonio closer. The moment was hot and I had waited far too long for this. Our relationship before had never been normal. It had always been characterized by spur-of-the-moment passion. And who was I to break tradition?

I leaned closer. My control was slipping. I grabbed his tie and pulled him towards me. He stuttered and gasped as I brought my face right up to his own. I expertly arched my back. My butt pressed into the steering wheel. Heh. I had to be careful not to honk the car. Bewildered green eyes were met with mischievous, hazel ones. "L-Lovi, we shouldn't be doing this….at least not here…" he grunted.

I placed two fingers over his trembling lips. I grinned when his hips unconsciously bucked towards mine. I shifted my position just to create some friction down there. He moaned against my lips in response. "Shhh," I cooed. "Let me have my fun, bastard."

And boy did I ever have my fun. I crushed my lips to his and forced open his mouth. Our tongues slipped in together and before I knew it, Antonio was kissing back. Fiercely. Aggressively. Passionately. I shuddered. His hands cupped my waist and rubbed into my sides. I took up a rhythm of slowly grinding against him. I could feel the pressure building up. I flushed with the heat quickly building up inside of me.

Antonio buried his nose into my neck. He expertly sucked and nipped at my sensitive spots. I moaned in encouragement. "F-fuck…I missed this… so much…" he panted.

"Prove to me how much you missed it."

For spiteful purposes, I grinded against him even harder. His mewled response sent shivers of delight tingling up my spine.

Antonio looked up at me through heavy, lidded eyes. "S-si. I-I will…ughnnn. My place or yours?"

I grinned. "What the fuck do you think?"

To be continued…

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