(I go back to school tomorrow... ;-; but I'll keep updating like I want to. I have all the way to Chapter 21 typed at this point. :3)

A reviewer made a very good point and I wanted to clear it up...

Miroku girl 15 said: The new Pope is cool with homosexuality (close enough)

Yes, that is true! Very true and I think that's amazing (Being from a very religious family I love pointing that out to my parents...) HOWEVER! The flash back of Chapter 10 took place a WHILE ago... When there was another Pope who would have "been shitting bricks."

Just clearing that up in case of any confusion...

Chapter 11: Moments like tonight

When Antonio says special dinner, he means it. I mean even if he forgets to make reservations in time. ("Heh... oopsie...")

I was pretty pissed when he told me, and I may have called him a forgetful bastard, and hit him (I didn't), and possibly ran off slamming the door. He should know better than to get my hopes up and then let me down like that.

So there I was, laying in bed with my face in a pillow, half asleep and thinking. Then I head the door open slowly.

"Lovi?" Antonio's voice asked. "I know you might be man, but could you come out here? Look nice too! I like seeing you all dressed up!"

He closed the door, and I waited until his footsteps faded down the hall to look at the alarm clock. 7:00 at night, huh? Well I guess I should at least eat dinner, it was getting later anyway. If he wanted me to dress up, dammit I would. Because I wanted to.

So I put on one of my nice dress shirts and some black pants. Hell yah I look good. I always do because I'm Italian.

After getting dressed I fixed my hair a little before I walked out of the room and to the edge of the kitchen.

The lights were all off and the whole area was lit by candles. The air smelled of Spanish and Italian spices. Walking to the outside table, I nearly froze at the sight of it. The only things was there was no sign of Antonio anywhere. I looked around for a moment when I felt two hands on my shoulders. I jumped a little and turned around, coming face to face with my fiancé.

"Hola, Lovi." He whispered in my ear. "Do you like it?"

The table had been set with two plates, wine classes and sets of silverware. There was a bottle of Italian wine in the center, next to a few candles. The table-cloth was clean and neatly set on the table as well. It all looked like a romantic dinner from one of those movies.

"I love it." I replied, giving him a small smile. It was definitely on of the warmer nights of February, it was the perfect temperature to eat outside, and enjoy it.

Enjoy it we did.

Admittedly, Antonio knows his way with Italian food. Because he's always watching me when I cook. ("It's so much fun. You look so focused and happy when you're in the kitchen!") He made my favorite pasta and tomato dish, and did it pretty well. Almost as good as me. Almost.

'Which brings us here. Antonio and me, laying on a blanket in the middle on the back yard, staring at the stars. It was quiet, except for the faint sound of the city, a few bugs, and the plants moving whenever the breeze blew.

"Lovi?" Antonio whispered, as if I had fallen asleep.

"What?" I asked in a slight mumble.

"Do you remember when you were younger? How you would always ask me about the stars?"

"Not really." I admitted. I tried to push the earlier years in to the back of my mind. "Why are you so caught up in the past tonight?"

"I do. You would always ask where they came from, and other things." He ignored my question. "You and Ita even had a Grandpa Rome star. Remember that? You names a star after your grandpa to comfort him, and it worked.I wonder if he still believes that. What was it again? Stella del nonno? What does that even mean?"

I chuckled a little as he rambled on. It was interesting to listen to him talk about the past like that.

"It means Grandfather's Star." I told him. "I had to tell him that to keep him calm, other wise he would never stop crying."

"I think it's cute. I even named a star once."

"What was it?"

"Mi pequeño tomate..."

I sat up to look at him. "You named a start my little tomato?"

"You do speak Spanish!"

"You call me that alot so I had to look it up!"

Antonio laughed and pulled me back down. "I named it after you! Mi pequeño tomate. Mi increíble Roma. Mi dulce Lovino." He stopped long enough to take a breath and kiss me lightly. "Mi corazón."

"You're terrible."

"You love me."

"That doesn't make you any less terrible." I mumbled.

He looked at me and I swear I saw him roll his eyes as he pulled me closer once again. Even as warm as it was outside it was still a little cold. Luckily I was laying next to Antonio who kept me plenty warm enough. I almost did fall asleep until I felt a sneaky hand tugging at my shirt.

"What are you doing?" I asked, lazily looking at him.

"Oh nothing~ you just looked uncomfortable sleeping in all of these clothes." He whispered, not sounding innocent at all.

"We're outside. Don't you dare." I had just closed my eyes again when all of the sudden his weight was moved from beside me. I opened them again to see him over me, his nose pressed against mine. "Asshole." I choked out before his lips cut me off, preventing me from calling him anything else.

Antonio pulled away first, his breath was hot against my skin. "Lovi..." He whispered before kissing me again, lightly this time and pulling his lips from mine. He proceeded to press them to the exposed skin he had left when he was messing with my shirt earlier. He continued to move downward, until he reached the unmoved region of my shirt.

"Can we go inside now? I don't want to share you or anything with anyone else?" He asked me in a low tone. I know that tone better than I know my own name.

I pushed him off and stood up, looking down at his surprised expression that mixed slightly with his want. I slowly turned around and walked inside, closing the door behind me.

It wasn't long after I had gotten inside when I heard the door open then close, and footsteps behind me. Then I was lifted off of my feet.

"Bastard." I whispered, adjusting to kiss him. Antonio laughed a little, and looked at me. He was so confusing sometimes.

But I am to, so it's okay.

I shall save you from the pain of reading another one of my horrible smutty scenes... Unless you want one then MAYBE I'll add one...

Bai~!