AN: Hello~! w This is the first note I'm doing on this story, because the story is gonna start getting a bit more serious from here on ;3 Not serious like mood, but serious as in my writing of it xD I'm going to start trying to make the chapters a little longer and everything, and I'll be sure to describe the moments as best as I can!

Reviews are greatly appreciated, by the way... They let me know how many people actually like this story and want me to finish it... ouo'' Really, I meant to mention this topic on the first chapter, but I put it off until the second chapter... Then I put it off until the third chapter... Then the fourth chapter... I'm doing it now, though! So, please, reviews are nice~ w

Cookie to whoever gets what movie "Alabama Johns" refers to~ ;3

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go plot chapter six... *crawls off and curls up in a Hetalia blanket, eating cold Poptarts*

The day was dark with rain, causing confusion as to whether it was the sun or the moon that dimly appeared through the thick clouds. Only the clock mounted on the wall could say exactly, and it read 10:27 pm. Ten minutes behind a busy schedule was certainly no way to act, the driver realized. He sped down the road, disturbing puddles of water and soaking any unlucky pedestrian. Though, no one in their right mind would be out walking in this weather.
Upon reaching his destination, the driver ran into the building, valuable package in hand. While in the horrifically slow elevator, he acted much like the White Rabbit, mumbling about how late he was and how he feared the wrath of his temporary boss. The package felt unusually cold as it pressed against his palms. He hoped it was simply the bag he held it in and not the object inside.
Those silver doors parted, and he burst out into the hallway. A string of profanities fell from his lips as he almost dropped the package. He stumbled once or twice over his own feet but somehow made it to that door. With a nervous swallow between gasping breaths, he stared up at the thing that separated him from a loss. After a moment of hesitation, he knocked, and the door opened to reveal...
"Ten minutes, a dollar per minute, so, therefore, you suck. Three dollars, here you go, get out."
And with that, the Italian girl snatched the pizza away, practically threw the money at the delivery boy, and slammed the door in his face. As he picked the bills up off the floor, the delivery boy mourned the inevitable loss earlier mentioned of ten dollars from his paycheck.
Dino looked up when Luca walked into the living room. He reminded her to turn the lights off, which she did with a somewhat threatening smile, before flicking the television on. Once his roommate had settled down beside him on the couch, Dino slung his arm around her shoulders casually. He chuckled when he caught a glimpse of a blush sneaking onto the girl's cheeks.
"I don't even like pepperoni," Luca mumbled but took a piece of the pizza anyway. She set the open box on the table in front of them and began nibbling on the slice she'd chosen, trying her best to avoid the pepperoni slices.
The man beside her gave a soft laugh and picked up a slice of the pizza as well. "I paid for it, though, so it's free for you," he informed her with a teasing undertone to his voice.
"Free things taste the same!" she huffed quickly. When she heard him chuckle again, she turned to him and opened her mouth to snap at him, but her mouth shut when she saw that he was staring at her with some weird look in his eyes and a smile. Her face heated up again, and she hurried to continued awkwardly eating her slice of pizza.
It'd been a week since the incident where she caught him on the couch, and the tension and uncomfortable air had evaporated almost completely. However, Dino had been acting strange since then. Well, stranger than before. Every once in a while, Luca would catch him just looking and smiling at her, like some creep. He probably meant well, she knew, but it still freaked her out. He'd been rather touchy-feely with her, too, like putting his arm around her shoulders or, even, on occasion, hugging her.
That question she'd asked herself that day still haunted her, and the yearning for an answer grew every time they touched. Was it really okay for her to see him like that? And after she'd seen him, he had almost caught her doing the same thing. At the time, she told him it was fine, but was it really?
Luca pushed the question to the back of her mind. This was Saturday night, their Saturday night, the night for relaxing together and watching a movie. She'd had no choice in the decision of what this night was for, however, seeing as how Dino had randomly dragged her into the living room an hour earlier. Or tried to, at least. He'd fallen halfway to the couch, so she ended up dragging him the rest of the way. The whole situation was pretty funny. She giggled to herself as she thought about it.
When he heard the girl beside him giggling secretively, Dino couldn't help his curiosity. "What's so funny?" he asked with a small smile, only to get a sharp look in return.
"You're clumsy," Luca snickered, her gaze softening as she looked at him. Before Dino could protest, Luca turned her attention back to the action movie she'd also had no choice about.
"Am not!" Dino argued with a childish pout. When she didn't reply, save for another snicker, he began plotting. He'd show her clumsy, he decided with an innocent smile. Until then, though, he chose to watch the movie, which he had picked out just because the main character had a whip.

By the time Alabama Johns was finished, the pepperoni pizza was three quarters of the way gone, and Luca was in the same state. Her eyelids were getting heavy as she watched the credits roll, and she leaned against the blonde male sitting beside her. She wasn't sure if he was still awake or not, until she felt his fingers run through her hair, causing a smile to form on her lips.
His voice beside her ear, though soft, startled her into opening her eyes wider. As he whispered soothing words, however, she slowly gave into the temptation to close her eyes completely. She noticed the seductive undertone to those sweet words but said nothing, too out of it to even think. She swore she felt his other hand tracing small circles on her thigh.
All of a sudden, there was a soft pressure on her lips. She slowly opened her eyes and found her gaze locked with Dino's. Passion swam in those expressive eyes of his, and as the familiar shivers raced down her spine, Luca leaned into the kiss. Her eyes shut again, and she opened her mouth instead. When she felt his tongue invade her mouth in a teasing event that took her breath away, she put her arms on his strong shoulders and tangled her fingers gently in his hair.
His tongue swirled around hers and drew out quiet moans from deep in her chest. She played with his soft locks of hair and tugged on them when she wanted it rougher, and he surely gave it to her. Every tug, the kiss became harder(like a certain place on Dino's body) and more passionate, more desperate, even.
She wasn't even aware of his hands until they groped her ass. Again, she moaned into his mouth at the rough touch, and she felt him smirk into the kiss. When those cursed hands squeezed, Luca just about lost it. She pulled back from the kiss to let out a gasp of surprise, then a whimper as those hands left.
As she looked at Dino, her arms still on his shoulders, her fingers still in his hair, she was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, her face was flushed a shade of red that was barely visible in the dim light, her breath was coming out in harsh pants, and Dino loved it. He hadn't meant to get so into his little plan, but he definitely had. He would've taken her right then and there if he didn't fear hatred.
"Sorry," he panted out after a few seconds of intense staring, "I slipped."
Oh, like she would believe that.
Still, contrary to everything her body was feeling at that moment, Luca just gave a little nod and got to her feet. She whispered a goodnight and, on her way to her room, discovered just how difficult it was to walk after a make out session with Dino Cavallone.