Regolando i conti** - RP

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Lovino was sitting next to the fountain. In his hand, he was still holding Antonio's letter.

It had taken him more than one day before finally gathering all his courage and leave that short note under Toni's door. He had not left his room in the meanwhile, if there had been classes, he would have skipped all of them.

Dammit, what was that letter for

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Antonio had headed towards the fountain as soon as he received the note. He had actually gone to class for once, and was still dressed in his uniform. He held a large umbrella in one hand, and when he realized that Lovino was getting wet, he rushed over to get him under its protection as soon as possible.

"You're going to catch a cold," he said, taking a seat down next to him. He smiled brightly, any somberness or seriousness that he may have needed to write up the letter completely gone. He was as cheerful as ever, as if he just so happened to find Lovino sitting outside on his way to class. "Good morning," he chimed.

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As soon as he saw Antonio appearing, Lovino felt a sudden knot at the top of his stomach.
Now, he had no idea about what to do, what if Antonio just...

But Antonio looked like nothing had happened. Lovino couldn't help but staring at him, while he sat down, wondering if the whole story hadn't really been just a stupid joke made up by someone else (read: Antonio's idiot friends).

"It's anything but good, you moron!" He rummaged in his pockets and took out the paper with the letter, now all wrinkled, as if he had spent the whole time holding it in his hands.
"What about this, eh?"

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It was a miracle that he didn't receive a punch or a kick as soon as he sat down. Antonio considered himself lucky. His heartbeat quickened when Lovino pulled out the letter, and Antonio was reminded of writing it. It had taken him hours to finish it, and afterwards he had considered not delivering it at all. Putting his feelings down on paper had helped his emotions tremendously.

"Oh, you got my letter," he said, as if it were a simple 'oh, you returned my phone call'. His lips twitched, and his shoulder slumped. "What about it? I believe it was pretty self-explanatory."

But Antonio wouldn't meet Lovino's eyes, mostly out of fear of what he would find in them.

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Lovino's eyes widened

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The contact seemed to stop as soon as it started, leaving Antonio wanting more of it. His eyes reopened and took in Lovino, who was now so red Antonio wondered if he could lose circulation everywhere else. The fear that Lovino might scold him for kissing him vanished slowly as he spoke.

He cupped the other's cheek tenderly. "You'll get your money's worth," he teased, even the corners of his eyes smiling. Before Lovino could react angrily or with annoyance, he had leaned forward and kissed him. Patience was the name of the game now, and the Spaniard first left a tiny peck on his forehead. Next followed the tip of his nose.

Finally, he reclaimed the Italian's lips, closing the small distance between them. It was much deeper than before, less chaste, and the Spaniard's confidence had obviously returned.

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"What the fu-" he stopped for one brief moment, as Antonio's lips first touched his forehead. Yet, he was about to start again, but Antonio was fast enough to kiss him again, thus shutting him up for good.

Lovino could feel that Antonio had regained his self-confidence, but he didn't mind at all. He was still nervous and somehow confused - especially by himself, he had never thought he would ever reach the point of shouting "I like you" to Antonio's face - and more than glad, for once, to leave the initiative to the other boy.

He found himself kissing back shyly, slowly tasting Antonio's lips, thrilled and together reassured by that contact. He had always thought that kissing people on their mouth was gross, and now he was almost surprised to find that he liked it, instead.

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Antonio smiled into the kiss, raising his hand to run its fingers through his hair gently. There were years of yearning behind that kiss, although Antonio had to hold back. Small steps.

He pulled away reluctantly after a few moments, resting his hand on Lovino's cheek. Was he dreaming? He had to be dreaming.

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Lovino opened his eyes again, slowly. His lips were prickling lightly and his heart was pounding heavily in his ears, he still had no idea of what was wrong with him, but this wrong seemed, somehow, right.

He looked up at Antonio, and immediately down again.
"D-don't look at me that way, jerk. It's creepy."

Now both his hands were laced behind Antonio's back, and Lovino was leaning against his chest.