Flowers and Chocolates
Part 6: Luca & Leni
A romantic candle-lit dinner. A long soak in a hot, bubbling Jacuzzi. A quick, refreshing swim in the heated pool... It was all absolutely perfect.
The perfect night.
Leni sighed in pleasure as she fell back against the absurdly comfortable bed in their hotel room. Heroically resisting the urge to just wrap herself up in all of these nice, warm blankets and drift off to sleep. She needed to be patient.
Luca was taking his shower now. Soon he'd come out; she just had to be patient and wait.
Although patience had never been one of her strongest virtues. Especially when it was their special Valentine's date night and every minute away from her husband felt like an eternity. At least the water wasn't running anymore, although knowing Luca, he'd probably make sure that he was perfectly presentable before coming out. Silly.
She hadn't been nearly so kind to him. Of course not. She'd made sure to come out with her hair falling loose, still-damp around her shoulders and with her shirt unbuttoned so that just a hint of red, lacy bra was visible. And she'd made sure to accentuate every movement of her hips as she walked unnecessarily around the room, exclaiming over all of the amenities. Bending over to look into the mini-fridge.
It'd been fun. She felt like a teenager again. Except that Luca now was a lot less blushy about it—only when she did something particularly audacious did he turn that light pink shade that amused her so much.
And now the door to the bathroom finally opened, revealing her husband, yes, completely dressed.
"You miss me?" she questioned, moving back so he could sit on the edge of the bed.
He bent down first, though, and gave her a soft peck on the lips. She knew she was smiling as he did so. "Always, schatzi."
"Good." She waited until he sat down and then continued, very conversationally. "So, you'll never guess what I found in Ludwig's sock drawer this morning."
One of the things that Leni adored about her husband was his almost-eerie ability to sense just what she wanted. Right now she wanted to flirt, which he seemed more than willing to accommodate. As he gave her a look and then smiled back, scooting closer. "And what did you find in Ludwig's sock drawer this morning?"
"A little blue velvet box with a ring inside it. A ring shaped like a tomato." Which had made her laugh quite a bit, actually. "Of course we know who that's for."
Except Luca gave her a look now that more-than-hinted that he didn't know who was it was for.
Ah... Leni loved her husband, she really did. But sometimes he could be quite dense. "For Feliciana, of course. I think our baby's finally going to ask her out."
"Oh..." And his expression was still rather confused. Which probably meant, knowing Luca, that he hadn't even realised that Ludwig wanted to ask her out. After all, this was the man who she'd had to propose to because he hadn't realised how absolutely madly in love she was with him.
And, as she'd said before, patience wasn't one of her stronger virtues. If she'd waited for him, she'd probably still be waiting.
Didn't matter, though... She just nodded and then slid closer so she could rest her head against his shoulder, sighing warmly against his skin as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer.
"Ich liebe dich," he murmured in her ear.
"Ich liebe dich auch." She smiled, and then lifted her head and pressed their lips together.
It was funny, how you could kiss someone that you were in love with hundreds and hundreds of times and it never grew old. She still felt the little thrill of excitement pass through her as his arms tightened around her and he pulled her closer.
She'd always considered herself lucky. She knew so many women who constantly fought with their husbands over this and that, more who'd gotten divorces, and then others like poor Gabi who'd been run off on. And she was lucky enough to have a wonderful husband and two beautiful children—both of whom were happy, healthy, and in first, teenager love.
So lucky. She was so so lucky.
A/N: Luca and Leni are cute and fluffy, yes. I like writing actual married couples who are still in love. I need to do it more often.
As random trivia fact of the day. Guess who actually might get to take a 4 week writing class this May? This chica! :D I'm super excited. Since I've never actually taken a writing class before even though I've wanted to ever since I was old enough that they actually offered it as an option.
Yeah, that's my life. Oh, and for those reading who have a tumblr. I might be creating a Pleasantville tumblr soon. Probably have it as an IC Gill's blog. So...does that sound like a good idea?
