SATURDAY MORNING: No matter how romantic you are, Antonio is always a step ahead. Sappy bastard.

I have no idea why I did that. Maybe I was still half-asleep by then. Not that I fantasize about Antonio in my half-asleep state… WHO THE HELL AM I KIDDING? I kissed the bastard! GAAAHHH… and I don't even know why my body moved on it's own. That's right, it's my body's fault. I have no complete jurisdiction over my body that time. The moment his eyes locked with mine, the moment I realized that he once again skipped practice to be with me, the moment when I took notice of how soft-looking his lips were… WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT? I DON'T TAKE NOTICE OF DISGUSTING THINGS AS ANTONIO'S KISSABLE LIPS!

What the hell. Who am I kidding again?

Apparently, Antonio was as stunned as me as of what had happened. It took about five minutes before the idiot moved again. That's right, he was gaping stupidly at my back for about five minutes before reality sink in. How did I know? W-Well… The moment I *unconsciously* bumped my lips on his, I-I turned around and walked away… But not too quickly… cause… cause… cause I was waiting for a chance to invite the bastard inside! YES. THAT'S WHAT. I decided to be hospitable suddenly. I decided to show off my *romancing skills* this time… so I guess I should invite the bastard for a cup of coffee and cook pancakes for him or something or since he might have been sleepless then I could invite him to sleep with me… WHA- I mean sleep with me on my bedroom and him on the couch. G-Get it? I'm just waiting for the chance to say those cheesy things and definitely not waiting for him to finally come back to life and ask me why I kiss him and then I'll answer that it was his punishment, teehee *wink*.

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No. I didn't mean it that wa- Shut up.

I said SHUT UP, ALRIGHT!

NOOOO! DON'T SAY ANYTHING! DON'T JUDGE ME!

STOP SMIRKING, GOD! DAMN! IT!

"Erm… Lovi?" Antonio asked cautiously as the Italian was slamming his head on the wall at the moment… Damn the voice in his head making fun of him!

"WHAT!" Lovino looked back tearfully and pouting.

Antonio couldn't hold off his snicker. "Pffft…"

"WHAAAATTT?" the Italian asked more angrily this time.

The Spaniard walked in and took a look on Lovino's forehead. "Wow, not a single scratch. You're more hard-headed than I thought."

"Are you insulting me!" Lovino snapped. "Or… are you implying something?"

"Hmmm… maybe," the Spaniard answered playfully.

"Bastard."

Then Lovino realized that the Spaniard seem to have forgotten about the kiss already. A part of him was relieved while the other part is screaming: WHY ARE YOU NOT CURIOUS WHY I KISSED YOU? And then the Italian also noticed that the Spaniard has walked inside the house uninvited. So… his initial plans of showing off his *romancing skills* were instantly crushed. Damn it.

Antonio you bastard… you just love to put me in a tight spot don't you?

"Err… Lovino… you're emitting an evil aura all of a sudden…"

"SHUT UP!"

"Erm… so… would you like some pancakes?"

"HUUUH!"

"I've also made coffee since it's already morning, we might start the day as well…"

The Spaniard has already made his way to the kitchen. And has now took over. Lovino wordlessly watched Antonio serve him coffee and pancakes. And then the Spaniard settled beside him on the couch and rummaged on the DVD player.

"So, what do you wanna watch? Comedy? Romance?"

Lovino felt a nerve twitch at the 'feel-at-home-ness' of the bastard.

"Do you… own the house or something?"

Antonio stared blankly at him and dropped the remote. And then he blushed and looked away, covering his face.

"I-I'm sorry Lovi! I was so distracted that I subconsciously acted this way! I r-really never realized you'd take the initiative and errrmmm k-kiss me and then my mind went blank and my body moved on it's own!" he glanced sideways at the Italian with puppy eyes. "I have never been this flustered all my life… 'cause I was always the one taking the lead so when you act so cute I couldn't …"

Now, even Lovino felt embarrassed after hearing the Spaniard's rant. But then…

So… he had this effect on him?

Heh. He he he.

"Hahahahaha!" Romano couldn't stop himself. 'Cause that was the most idiotic excuse he ever heard.

"W-Wha-?" Antonio felt more ashamed… though after realizing that Lovino was laughing he was mesmerized. He speechlessly watched how the Italian's ever strained features turned into relaxed laughter. It looks so honest and pure.

"And… and I though, ha, you were always so composed, HAH!" Lovino scornfully looked at the Spaniard only to find him staring dreamily at him. What?

"You should… laugh more often Lovi… you look really beautiful."

And with that the Spaniard has successfully turned the tables. Again. When will Antonio ever stop making Lovino feel embarrassed?

"Sh-Shut up. You're still in my house."

"Yeah… sorry," Antonio smiled apologetically and went to attack the pancakes. "Say, Lovi… would you like to come to my house?"

Lovino was shocked to see that Antonio lives on the big mansion just across the street.

"I never knew we were actually neighbors…" Lovino murmured, mortified.

Antonio pouted. "Don't sound so horrified, Lovi…"

"But you never said a thing to me!"

"About that… I guess I didn't have the chance at all."

RECAP:

Monday – Lovino slammed the gate on Antonio's face

Tuesday – Antonio didn't go home with Lovino

Wednesday – They didn't talk at all

Thursday – It was a pleasant walk though Lovino still quickly went inside their home

Friday – Antonio wasn't around

"Well… okay," Lovino said lamely. "I've always thought that whoever lives here must be a rich fat kid."

"So…" the Spaniard (who was behind Lovino) placed his arms over Lovino's shoulders and rested his chin on one arm. "Were you disappointed?" He smoothly leaned closer and pressed his body against the Italian's further. "Or were you amazed?" He grinned at the reddening ear of the Italian.

"B-Bastard… don't flatter yourself!" Lovino stuttered. He didn't try to shove Antonio off though.

"Ahahaha… I was amazed though," Antonio whispered. "I was amazed how stunningly gorgeous my neighbor was..."

The Italian blushed even more. The Spaniard is just a bit from killing Lovino by making him blush beyond normal, if that was possible.

"B-Bastar-"

"Zzz…"

Eh?

Suddenly, Lovino felt the sudden full weight of the Spaniard on him and he almost stumbled down.

"You dork. I'll make you pay for this," Lovino hummed fondly as he dragged Antonio's sorry ass to the couch. He watched the Spaniard sleep peacefully.

Did he went home as soon as Lovino told him *that*? What an idiot. He always acts on a whim, never thinking of the consequences. If he had waited and slept 'til morning, they would be spending their time together both awake today.

Though Lovino can help but think that Antonio was being sweet for coming home early for him.

He grinned before he could stop himself. He also felt his own eyelids droop. Well, he was also sleep deprived anyways…

Lovino moved the sleeping Spaniard's arm and made it his pillow.

Antonio woke up to the scent of what seems to be something cheesy and freshly baked tomato. He drooled at the aroma and made his way to the kitchen to found his beautiful Lovino clad in his apron (he'll make sure not to wash that anymore to preserve the Italian's fragrance in there) taking out a tray of lasagna from the oven.

"So you're awake," Lovino casually said. "It's nearly lunch time so I decided to cook for… us."

Antonio glanced at his wall clock. Damn! He slept for seven hours! That's seven hours wasted instead of spending time with Lovino… Damn damn damn.

"Just so you know, this is just a revenge for this morning when you decided to feel very at home at my own house. It's not like I actually wanted to cook for you whatsoever," the Italian pointed out. Antonio helped him fix the table.

"Heh. We look like newlyweds," the Spaniard commented. "Or retired couples."

Lovino paused for a moment. Antonio braced himself for an 'In your dreams!' from the Italian.

"I am so not the woman, damn it," Lovino snapped sternly. The Spaniard was shocked at the response. Lovi did not refuse the title!

"So, mi querido, let's taste your lasagna!" Antonio took a spoonful and shoved it in his mouth.

"That's still hot!"

Too late.

"Lovi…" the Spaniard sniffed tearfully.

The Italian was fast to find ice cubes, honey and frozen yoghurt from the fridge. Hail Antonio and his food-packed refrigerator. "Put this in your mouth, quick!"

When the first ice cube melted Lovino gave him the yoghurt.

"Here… can you taste it?" Lovino asked the Spaniard concernedly.

"Wah… Not at all…" Antonio answered, horrified.

"W-What about this?" the Italian's hands were shaking in panic as handed Antonio the honey.

"I can sense a bit of sweetness though… how sweet is this?" the Spaniard asked. Lovino did the only way to know. He tasted the syrup as well.

"It's very sweet!" Lovino almost gagged at the substance.

"So… am I really doomed?" Antonio looks so terrified. "I couldn't even taste Lovino's cooking," he wept.

Lovino looked as sad and irritated as the Spaniard. After all his efforts… it was all ruined. Fuck the world! He settled to eat the yoghurt himself. The sourness of the thing is the same as the sourness of destiny to the Italian. Oh, the misery.

"Hey Lovi… my tongue is tingling a bit…"

The Italian turned to see a very grief-stricken Spaniard gazing desolately at him.

"K-Kiss it better?" Antonio opened his mouth a bit and showed his tongue to the Italian. Lovino noticed a red spot on the tip. It must really hurt.

Lovino settled his own partly opened mouth over Antonio's and softly tried to caress the Spaniard's tongue. The muscle was burning compared to his still cold ones. It must have really soothed the pain as the Italian felt Antonio's tongue gently poke his own, as if searching for the icy feel. Antonio suddenly held Lovino's face and pushed their faces closer, simultaneously increasing the pressure on his strokes within their mouths, on which the Italian complied with swirling and sucking and sometimes moaning through their kiss.

"You… taste like strawberries, Lovi."

Lovino blushed at that remark. But then…

"You mean you still can taste!"

After a few half-hearted punches and wailing, Antonio explained:

"I really did burn my tongue! Though it's only the tip 'cause I quickly swallowed when I felt the sppon touch my tongue," he said remorsefully at the very dejected Lovino.

"I-I… I was worried for nothing you bastard!" the Italian drummed his fists onto the Spaniard's toned chest. "I thought… I thought y-you wouldn't be able to taste the f-food I tried to s-sook for you 'cause y-you've always been the one cooking f-for me!"

"There… there… I'm really very sorry for teasing too far…" he wrapped Lovino (who has stopped hitting him) in his hug and patted his head. "I won't do it again…"

"You better n-not!"

"So… this was a 'thank you' meal for me?"

Lovino sensed that he once again slipped and decided to admit for once. "S-Si," he murmured.

"So cute… so very very cute…"

"S-Shut up…"

"I won't. I will say it again and again because it's true."

"B-Bastard…"

"Oh, and I also have another thing to say to you! And I'll also want to say it again and again."

"Hmmm… w-what?"

"Te amo."

TBC

This is just my second time to write about a kiss with errm tongues. (*hides in embarrassment*) Forgive my crudeness. And… is it alright to just say that 'I love you' after all this time? I swear these characters are so slow. Wew.