It was difficult to fall in love with someone as tight-assed as Lovino Vargas. He was impossibly stubborn, swore like a goddamn sailor, an ignorant douche-nozzle, and – to top it all – he was unbelievably and uncontrollably shy when it came to commitment.
Sure, the chocolate-haired Italian may come across as the flirtatious type to women when he first encounters them, but if you are a woman that sees him on a daily basis, you start to receive the business end of his very – for lack of a better English term – tsundere tendencies. He would snub his cute little nose in the air and act as if you didn't exist, like you bore him. When Lovino gets close to women, he tends to show his more elementary-school-boy side; picking on them and calling them names to hide the fact that he really did like this girl. It didn't take a master of psychology to figure that out.
But luckily, for [Name] that wasn't an issue since she just finished off her masters in human psychology. However as previously stated, you could be as dense as a block of concrete and still pick-up on Lovino's child-like mannerisms when it came to women. She's known him since their junior year in high school, so if anyone knew about the inner-workings for his mind it would be her – or his questionable ex-gay-lover/best friend Antonio. (This is questionable because of how extremely and awkwardly close those two are, so it raised some suspicions.)
Now, though, both young adults found similar jobs working as bar-tenders at a local pub a few blocks away from their apartment complex. No, they didn't live together. That within itself was difficult to explain to [Name]'s parents – who were strictly against a woman sharing a living space with a man without the consent of marriage. Every time she would go visit her mom and dad, they would always ask; 'Are you married yet?' or 'Did you and that Romeo guy get married yet?' and 'Why didn't you invite us to the wedding?!'. [Name] would always roll her eyes and calm them down but seriously, this was dragging on for almost four years, they just needed to calm their shit about marriage.
However, the idea wasn't a fairly…unattractive one.
Within a couple of days after she returned home from her weekend trip to her parent's house, [Name] was greeted in the morning to a surprising knock on her door. Puzzled, – this was mainly due to the fact that not really anyone would just show up at her apartment without calling her first – the [h/c]ette pulled the collar of her hooded sweat-shirt down a bit, so it wasn't suffocating her, and answered the door. When it swung open, it was Lovino; face blushing bright red and olive gaze trained elsewhere but on her.
"Ehh…C-Ciao, [Name]. Ah, h-how're-a you today-a?"
Cocking her closed lips into a sort of smirk, she leaned against the doorjamb with her arms crossed over her chest. This was certainly interesting.
"Fine, thanks. What brings you around at this time of morning, Lovi?"
At the blatant use of his endearing nickname, the Italian bristled.
"D-Don't call-a me that-a! …well, anyway-a…"
Lovino paused a moment to scratch self-consciously at the back of his sweating neck, the goose-flesh starting to make an awkward appearance on the tanned skin on his arms.
"I was-a wondering if you would-a like to…go…out. Sometime. N-not now! B-but-a later…maybe tomorrow-a. If that's fine-a."
Raising her brows into her bangs, [Name] grinned in spite of how much of a nervous wreck the poor guy was. It was the most adorable fucking thing that she's seen in such a long time. Inside her gut, [Name]'s insides were doing back-flips, somersaults, back-hand springs, flying around on jet-packs and rocket launchers and other extreme non-sense; it was like ten thousand butterflies exploded inside of that part of her where she felt sick when she looked at Lovino – no, no, no; not in the way where it's like, you have to puke because of a bad reason…more like you have to puke because you're happy. If that makes sense.
Needless to say, she agreed and they both 'dated' for a while. Or hung-out more openly and held hands and that kind of thing. God, it felt like they were in a relationship for a couple of ten year olds! All they ever did was hold hands! No kiss on the cheek or on the mouth, just holding hands. No interlacing fingers. Just two cupped hands. Holding each other. Hands. And to think this relationship lasted for almost three years! That is, until [Name] had enough of the childish games.
She sat her boyfriend down on her couch and started to talk.
"Lovi, I like you a lot but, what we have? Yeah, it's like we're in preschool. Just holding hands? I mean, what's that about, huh? It's like you don't even care enough to progress our relationship! Like all we're ever going to do is hold hands and not talk to each other about our problems, just about the news or what stupid thing Antonio did that day or…or how annoying your little brother is or whatever!"
The fuming [h/c]-haired woman threw her hands up into the air to exaggerate her point. By this time, Lovino was sitting rigid in his seat with his brows furrowed and a scowl on his lips.
"Oh yes you do, Lovi, believe me you do. Frankly, I'm tired of being treated like a piece of crap because of all the attention you give other women instead of your girlfriend. Your girlfriend, Lovino! 'Oh, ciao, signorina! You look-a real nice today!'."
She pinched her fingers together and attempted her best Italian accent; mocking how he would shamelessly flirt with countless other women he'd meet in stores or on the street. [Name]'s face was nearly beat red from all the anger she had yet to release, and her nose scrunched up, and her brows pinched together – Lovino had to admit it, she looked really…cute when she was angry.
Taking in a deep, calming breath, [Name] pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I don't want you to keep doing that in front of me, I really don't. Every time you flirt with another woman, it shoots me right in the self-esteem; like I just got fucking…fucking shot-up by a Tommy gun. BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM!! Y'know? Ugh…"
Tired and a bit groggy, the [e/c]-eyed woman ran her fingers through her [h/c] locks and closed her eyes for a few brief seconds before staring at her stoney-faced boyfriend. He hasn't said anything this entire time and it was starting to make her nervous. He didn't have any two-cents to add in? Nothing? So out of character for him…
"…what do you-a want me to do, [Name]? Change who I am-a?"
"No…no of course not, Lovi, no…"
"Because it sure fucking sounds like it-a."
Oh god, this is the exacted opposite of how she wanted this to be going. He wasn't supposed to be offended, he was supposed to see the errors of his ways and accept her constructive criticism with an open mind – obviously she didn't know him as well as she thought she did. Again, she ran her dainty fingers hotly through her bangs and made a sort of low humming sound, somewhat of a grunt but more feminine.
"No, that's not what I—"
Lovino rose sharply to his feet and lowered his gaze down to [Name]'s level as his quick temper begun to boil over the top.
"Not you-a what, huh? It sure sounds like you're-a trying to-a break up with me. Is that it?"
"Then what is it?! Dammit, tell me, woman!"
His hands were clenched tightly around her shoulders and his irises were lit aflame with red-hot anger and frustration. The brunette Italian was so damn livid because [Name] wasn't being straight-forward and honest with him – well she was being honest, but the straight-forward part is not exactly working at the moment. Isn't that what being in a relationship meant? Telling each other what bothers them most? Why wasn't she doing that now instead of beating around the bush and out-right telling him what the damn problem was!
[Name] blinked. Then reached her hands up to cup her boyfriend of two year's face and brought it down closer so her lips barely skimmed over his own – the first real kiss they ever shared, though only lasting a second or two. Flabbergasted and taking on the visage like he was just slapped, the red-faced Italian stared down at the shorter woman in disbelief.
He then swooped back in for another kiss, crushing her to his chest with her arms the only thing blocking them from pressing fully against the other. He moved fast, hungrily, and sloppily like he'd never kissed someone before. (Though knowing Lovino, it was probably true.) Tilting his head in the slightest, his eyes slid shut and his hands released [Name] from his iron grip.
Oh god…he loved this so much…
Just to feel someone else like this against him…it was the best feeling in the whole world. Unlike anything that he imagined in a million years. To hear [Name]'s little gulps of air when their lips parted for that split second before clashing back together, it was like a sort of magic that reduced his heart to a pile of smoldering goo in his chest. But then, just as quickly as it came, she pulled away and it was over.
"Why did you—?"
She panted, arms still propped up against Lovino's chest.
[Name] pushed herself farther away from her lover's body and retracted their intertwined heat to slowly get down to the ground on one knee, taking his hand in her own. Since he wasn't going to say it, it might as well be her that did.
"Lovino Romano Vargas, I have known you since High School until we are fine, young adults; I know you can be a stubborn little bastard from time to time, but I can't imagine myself being without you. Nor do I want to. I just…"
A small set of tears rolled down her flushed cheek and a smile split her lips before she used the back of her hand to wipe it away.
"Ah, God…this is why women aren't the ones that propose…"
"Shh, let me finish before I…I start bawling big-time here! Lovi…I wanna marry you, okay? I want you to be there when I wake-up in the morning and I won't have to go across the hall to say 'hi' or…or I want to tell my parents that I finally got married to you…or…god, just say yes already; I-I can't handle all these fucking emotions…"
Honestly, she didn't know what to expect from him; that he'd be too weirded out by all of this, or maybe that he'd say yes, but kind of awkwardly and kind of like he doesn't really want to…or just…or just say no in general. Gah, why couldn't he just say something already? He was staring at her for an awfully long time; blank-faced and silent.
Then, when his lips parted, the red on his cheeks exploded and his eyes widened, she knew the question finally slapped him across the face.
Here it comes, she thought. Here comes the hurt…
"I'll…marry you, [Name]."
Turning his blushing face away, Lovino's grip befell on her forearms and assisted in raising her to her feet. [Name] blinked with her gaze focusing solely on him as his cheek begun to turn towards her. They met gazes and his eyelids dropped, hooding over his olive eyes. Lovino bit the left corner of his lip and dragged his teeth across the tender flesh until meeting center of his bottom lip.
He sighed and said it,
"I…have wanted to say that to you for a long time, you just beat me to it."
Again, his eyes darted away and the smallest traces of a smile took grip on his facial muscles.
[Name]'s returning smile followed his and kept twitching higher and higher until she felt as if her cheeks would burst. There really wasn't much else they could say on the matter. Finally, his romantic side – the one that [Name] had always imagined skipped a generation in his family with him – started to become tangible when his fingers played along the sides of her face and into her [h/c] hair, his lips leaned in closer and whispered against her skin. They both sunk into each other and kissed.
Just like in those sappy romance novels [Name]'s mother read, this was the start of their happy ending.