Title: Crescendo
Pairing/Characters: Romano/Fem!Romano/Spain/Fem!Spain
Rating: M


Romano watched as Antonia laughed and swung Lovina across the floor of his dorm room. A quick beat pumped out of Antonio's stereo, perfect for the tango Antonia was attempting to teach the other woman. From the looks of it, she was a quicker study than Romano had been when he and Antonia had danced for the first time so many years ago. Where he'd been young and clumsy, stepping on Antonia's feet time and time again even though she was the one leading, Lovina followed Antonia's lead with only the slightest of hesitation— a hesitation that soon went away as the music took over until it, Antonia, and Lovina were all moving with one another. Lovina's skirt swayed and spun as she moved across the floor, the slightest hint of Antonia's thigh was revealed each time Lovina ran a foot agonisingly slow up her leg, and Romano was more than glad to remain quiet and spellbound for a rare moment. Even as Antonia dipped Lovina into a kiss, the spell remained unbroken.

Until Antonio chose that moment to pull Romano into a kiss as well, his wandering hands quickly finding their way up Romano's shirt. "We should dance too, Roma," he whispered, laughing.

"Who says I want to dance with you?" The pushed-together beds shook as Antonia pushed Lovina down next to the two men, the faintest of protests blending with Romano's own before they were silenced with another kiss. The music continued on as Antonia's hand disappeared beneath the fabric of Lovina's skirt, and Romano was still so transfixed at the way their bodies moved together.

Antonio, damned bastard that he was, ran a hand over the obvious bulge in Romano's jeans, an action that still managed to make Romano blush every time (and the, "Damned pervert," from Lovina when she'd looked his way really wasn't helping), and before Romano could protest further, Antonio's lips were around him, another pair of lips was on the back of his neck, and his cries of curses and nonsense and his beloved native tongue blended with the music, with Lovina's higher, more desperate cries, as the four of them continued to dance while the music reached the peak of its crescendo.