A/N: Day 13: Pinning

More...sappy domesticity...

Wound up as the spiritual sequel to what I wrote for one of the prompts (day 15: breakfast) during last year's Februabba. I am, at my heart, a one-trick pony.

"Leone."

Pressing his nose into the patch of skin where Bruno's neck meets his shoulder, Leone breathes deep and exhales a quiet, "Mh?"

"You're being ridiculous."

"Am not," Leone argues, because he isn't.

There's nothing ridiculous about wanting to sleep in with Bruno, now that they finally have the chance to. There's nothing ridiculous about the measures that Leone has taken to prevent any crafty escapes, either.

No matter what Bruno says, or how much he squirms

"Yes, you are," Bruno huffs; he's a wiggly, uncooperative body pillow – he almost reminds Leone of the waterbeds in that one shady hotel that they got kicked out of because Narancia's pocket knife caused a leak. Only, Bruno has a lot more bones and muscles than a waterbed, which he is using to try and push Leone off of himself (albeit halfheartedly, Leone suspects).

In retaliation, Leone slackens his body and becomes as much of a deadweight as he possibly can. He's got the advantage of being bigger than Bruno by just enough to be able to cover him completely.

Bruno gives up on pushing in favor of trying to slip out, and then gives up on that in favor of reaching both hands around to yank on the back of Leone's shirt. "I need to go and check my phone," he says, which is bullshit.

"You don't need to do anything." Least of all check his damn phone that went off twice in the span of five minutes. It can't be anything important (and even if it is, fuck that).

It's clear that Leone has to up the ante, if he wants to keep Bruno in place. The amount of control he has over his hands is worrying, and Leone is ever-wary of Sticky Fingers…no matter how nice it is, to feel Bruno's arms around himself like this.

One of those warm palms goes flat, rubbing up and down Leone's back – and, dammit, Bruno isn't helping his case any. "Leone," he murmurs, his lips brushing Leone's temple.

If Bruno is trying to flatter or…or flirt his way out of this, it's not going to work. Leone will double down and fall asleep, if he keeps that shit up. Drawing shapes on Leone's back with his fingertips and pressing feathery kisses wherever he can reach…

As wonderful as all of this feels, it's more than likely a ploy to get Leone to let his guard down.

Hah, that's not going to happen. Hugging Bruno ought to put a spanner in the works of whatever escape he's plotting, and so Leone winds his arms around the body beneath his own as best he can. Shoves his hands between Bruno and the mattress and shifts himself higher for a better grip as he pins Bruno's arms in at his sides.

"It's our day off," Leone reminds his captive, squeezing him close. Even his legs are overlaying Bruno's, and he bends them for better leverage when those knees start to shift. "You're sleeping in." From his new vantage point, he's able to kiss Bruno's temple and nuzzle into dark hair, so he does just that.

"Hm," comes a noncommittal hum from Bruno, followed by another excuse. "I can't breathe."

"Yes you can," Leone murmurs between a trio of kisses. He knows for an absolute fact that Bruno can breathe, because he can feel the way that his stomach expands with each breath. The two of them are rising and falling in tandem, and it is romantic as all hell.

"No I can't," Bruno continues to lie, which takes breathing to do, mind you. "You're heavy."

"Mhm." That's why this works so well, and Leone is able to maintain the upper hand here.

With a deep sigh – hah, see: more breathing! – Bruno starts to relax. As he does, he becomes the most comfortable pillow in the history of ever, and Leone sinks into his warmth and kisses his face and never wants anything else as long as he lives. God is that too much to ask?

Fingers poke at Leone's stomach, and Bruno puts a small crack in the moment by asking, "What happens if I have to pee?"

Leone frowns. Secures his hold on Bruno. "I carry you to the bathroom and then carry you right back."

"In that case, I have to pee."

Lifting up just a bit – only far enough so that he can look Bruno in the eye and showcase his disappointment – Leone is not at all surprised to find an amused sort of shine to Bruno's eyes, coupled with a soft upturn at the corners of his mouth.

"Nice try," Leone grumbles to those sparkling blue pools that catch the sunlight filtering in through the curtains, "but like hell am I gonna fall for that."

Bruno's lashes flutter in a way that makes Leone's insides threaten to go all mushy. "But, Leone –"

"You'll escape and answer your phone." Shoving his face into the soft spill of Bruno's hair is all that Leone can do to keep from drowning in those eyes. In that smile. They present a unique danger, at this proximity, and Leone's heart is already lovesick enough, thanks.

Ah. Fuck. Bruno is nuzzling at him, now. "Your offer to carry me was sweet," he says, not at all acknowledging his own diabolical plot. His legs shift around, and Leone's guard falls just enough that Bruno can reposition their thighs until they're staggered together. Two of his squeeze one of Leone's, and, shit, what does he think he's doing…

"Don't mention it," Leone murmurs, still buried in Bruno. He doesn't even bother to try and reclaim his thigh. It's comfortable where it is.

There's an unmistakable alert tone from across the room. Bruno's phone getting another text message.

"…Leone."

"No." Leone holds Bruno in a vice. "This is for your own good."

A good-natured, beyond-soft laugh comes from Bruno. Given how tangled they are, Leone can feel it echo in his own chest, and it's followed immediately by an influx of fluttering, flustered warmth when Bruno says, "I don't want to leave our bed, you know."

Our bed, he says.

Don't want to leave, he says.

The answer's quite simple, in that case: "Don't, then."

Warm hands maneuver the confines of Leone's arms, finding their way to his waist. They settle there, Bruno's thumbs rubbing circles into Leone's skin through the fabric of his shirt. "It might be something important."

"Not on our day off it's not."

A quiet sigh lifts Bruno's chest beneath Leone's, so he clings harder –

"I'm sorry, Leone."

There's the sound of a zipper, and the feel of a zipper as Leone's shoulder starts to go all loose, and, well shit, seems like Bruno's taking the only escape route he can. Against Sticky Fingers, Leone is powerless, and Bruno climbs right through him and out of bed. Where he makes an immediate beeline for that goddamned phone.

As soon as Leone is zippered back together, he reaches after Bruno in a futile attempt to stop him – gets halfway off the bed, even – but Bruno is faster and has the advantage of not previously being zipped apart. Ugh.

Once he has his precious phone, Bruno comes back. He's frowning at whatever the notifications are, but his expression softens at Leone's pout (yeah, he admits it, this is a pout). As well it fucking should.

"Next time," Bruno says, bending over Leone to administer a consolation kiss to his forehead, "I promise we can sleep in."

A/N: Thanks for reading!