Good Night, Irene
"Why is all of this here?" was the question Lovino asked him when he first stepped in the house. Antonio smiled. He was tired, but he could manage a smile. He could always smile for Lovino.
"With everything being so stressful... I thought you would like to relax!" Antonio offered happily, patting the salon chair with enthusiasm for Lovino to come over and sit in it. Lovino did not move though, still looking at him with suspicion. "Lovi~" he called, trying not to sound like he was pleading. He was tired, but not that tired, right? "Don't you want to try some of the wedding cake?"
Suddenly Lovino did not seem as if he wanted to stay permanently on the other side of the room. "I trust Feliciano picked out the best one," he said doubtfully, obviously wanting to walk over.
"Actually, Ludwig did!" Antonio informed him. Lovino looked horrified, but Antonio continued. "I have never had such a wonderful cake! You have to try some! I had Roderich let me bring a piece home for you!"
Lovino's stance wavered. "Is that peppermint and chamomile I smell? Tea?"
"I know you better then that Lovi," Antonio waved at the basin he had poured the concoction in. That appeared to be enough for Lovino, who took of his socks and shoes walked over, sat in the chair, rolled up his trousers and set his feet in the soak. Finally he put his hand out for the cake. Antonio handed it over, sliding off Lovino's coat from his arms. Lovino bit into the cake, pausing as he was halfway through chewing in surprise.
"This is good."
"I know!" Antonio responded, sweeping Lovino's bangs back.
"No, I mean... wow, this is really good." Lovino stared at the cake before continuing to eat.
"How lucky are we!" Antonio responded with a grin, kissing the top of Lovino's head as he began to slowly ease the chair back. "The best cake in the world for our wedding." Whatever Lovino said was lost in the fact that he was eating cake. Glad and amused, Antonio moved his supplies around to his side.
"Any more?"
"Sorry! I only asked him for that one piece for you."
"Idiot."
Antonio smiled, taking the plate from him as he finished leaning Lovino most of the way back, pouring water gently through his hair, most of it caught in the basin he placed underneath. He let his long fingers massage Lovino's head until he had made certain it was all good and wet (and that Lovino was no longer trying to unconsciously pull away) before shampooing it.
"You should have seen the cake! It was–" Antonio went on to say, talking about everything he did since Lovino had left the rehearsal. There was enough time, they would get this right. Antonio was not worried about this, at least not like how he was earlier. He supposed the hour nap he got when Gilbert knocked him out was worth something, even though his neck was still sore. Occasionally Lovino would make noncommittal sounds and Antonio was not completely certain if he was even listening. Well, if he was Antonio was going to continue talking.
And talk he did, after finishing with Lovino's hair and then doing his hands, finally he had to extract Lovino's feet from the soak, much to Lovino's apparent disappointment, to dry them off. Lovino was very limp and Antonio congratulated himself on a job well done.
Patting them dry was when he decided to bring it up. "I redid the seating chart," he said quietly, trailing his fingers up Lovino's leg. "It's on the table, if you want to check it."
Lovino did not respond immediately and Antonio wondered whether he had really zoned out, or whether he had fallen asleep. He looked up to see Lovino staring up at the ceiling.
"No, I believe you," the Italian responded. "I don't need to see it."
Antonio pressed a kiss to his ankle. There it was, all of the stress gone. As Francis said... it was those doubts. Not doubts about Antonio, just about other things. Lovino trusted him. Antonio knew he could never ask for anything more.
"What are you doing?" Lovino asked as Antonio climbed up on the chair with him, holding himself above the other.
"Your feet are dry," Antonio informed him, his teasing tone firm. As far as Antonio was concerned, he had pampered his fiancé plenty for now and had earned himself a reward. A very good reward of his own choosing. So he kissed him.
Lovino had been about to protest, so his voice was muffled by Antonio's mouth, tongue moving a lot against Antonio's teeth. Antonio sucked on it slightly until it started moving in the way he wanted it to. Lovino's legs came up, wrapping around the back of his knees to force Antonio to lie completely on top of him.
Antonio might actually get a verbal apology later (it had been known to happen), but he always knew when Lovino was trying to make up for something. He would give in easily (easier than normal) and follow his lead as opposed to fighting for control (as much).
"Estoy loco por ti, mi pequeño tomate~" Antonio spoke lowly before he nibbled Lovino's earlobe.
"Just– Ah! ...goddammit Antonio!"
Whatever happened this weekend would come and go, but Antonio was pretty certain this would stay the same. Them.
Notes:
"Estoy loco por ti, mi pequeño tomate~" = "You drive me crazy, my little tomato~" Lovino was definitely not pleased by that last part. Though Antonio is distracting him quite well, so I suppose it does not matter.
I want a chamomile tea foot soak. Apparently it is good at getting the toxins out of your skin. And (as the real reason anyone has foot soaks) it feels nice.
Next chapter will be THE FREAKING WEDDING DAY. Yes, there is actually going to be a wedding in this story. Amazing, right? There is a wedding! Let us see how well this pans out, shall we?
