Note:
This is first AmeIta fanfiction I have ever written many a year ago.
Extra: Human au, blind!Feliciano.
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He's as quiet as possible when he cracks open the door, only wearing socks on his feet, he pauses his walking to ease the bedroom door open a little further. He knows Feliciano will be in there, he almost always is during this time of day.
Of course, he's in there, sitting on the bed, back facing him and book in hand. The ever faithful German Shepard is resting on the floor beside the bed, always with his owner. Alfred looks back to the bed and wonders for a moment if the brunette is a speed reader going by how quickly his fingers move over the page. The thought is pushed aside for the time being and he takes a light step in the room while doing his best to not make a sound.
As soon as he steps in, there is a pause between Feliciano and the dog. The Shepard raises his head in silent greeting, long since used to him, and the Italian quickly resumes his reading, or pretends to. Alfred knows by the smile Feliciano is trying to hold back that he has been caught and decides to just try their game again tomorrow.
For now, he walks over and sits on the bed(the dog already laying his head back down to rest) and wraps his arms around the other male, who feigns surprise. The light, embarrassed laughter coming from the brunette as he places butterfly kisses against his neck has come to be one of his favorite sounds, especially after a long day.
After a few moments of this he stops so Feliciano can shift around in his lap so he is facing him. The brunette places his hands either side of the blonds face and is smiling contentedly while looking up at him.
"Welcome home, ve." He tells Alfred, and knows they both want the same thing at the moment.
Alfred mimics Feliciano's pose and places his own hands on either side of the smaller males face, guiding their mouths together for a slow kiss.
They'll both play the same game tomorrow, but as far as Alfred is concerned, he's already won.