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Lovino Vargas
(Language warning... but since it's Lovi you should have just assumed that there would be some colourful vocabulary.)

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The rhythmic chopping of tomatoes had become one of your favourite sounds, as odd as that seemed; decidedly this was because the noise was always accompanied by the heavenly scent of a delectable Italian dish prepared by none other than your foul mouthed Italian friend. You stepped swiftly down the hallway and peered around the kitchen door to discover said Italian creating your favourite noise. Ducking behind one of the large marble counters you managed to creep up behind him and slip your arms around his waist.
“What’s cooking Lovi?”
“What the hell ragazza!? Look what you did!” He gestured to the chopping board and your eyes followed only to behold the sight of one very badly sliced tomato.
“Poor tomato, your cooking skills are usually better than that.” You remarked in a nonchalant voice, knowing that it would most likely cause a violent outburst of Italian curses.
“E chi cazzo è la colpa? Ragazza stupida! Perché diavolo hai dovuto strisciare su di me in quel modo?” You raised an eyebrow, unfazed by his temper.
“You done?”
“You have no fucking idea what I said just now do you?”
“Not a clue, but it was very loud and most likely unpleasant so I really don’t care.”
“How the hell did you get into my house anyway?”
“Now that I do understand, and therefore, my dear Lovino, I shall answer you.” You paced back and forth across the kitchen, imitating Arthur’s accent the entire time. “It was all a combination of my intelligence, beauty, and this.” You thrust your hand out in front of you, the silver key dangled in the air momentarily before the only other person in the room snatched it out of your hand.

“Bastardo! Why do you have a key to my house?”
“Why wouldn’t I have a key to your house?”
“Don’t fuck with me ragazza…” His warning was interrupted when you sighed dramatically.
“That has been kept in the same hiding place for the past two years. This,” you pointed to yourself “has been the amazing friend of this,” you tapped his nose lightly “for longer than anyone else has been able to manage. So please don’t ask me such a painfully obvious question.” Lovino only grunted and returned to his cooking.
“Lovi~”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Fine, Lo-vi-no.” You emphasised each syllable in a sarcastic manner.
“What?”
“You have some sauce on your face.” Without thinking, you had lent up and kissed his cheek gently where the little blob of orange was. “All gone.”
“Che diavolo era quello!” He looked at you in shock as his cheeks turned red, then returned his attention to the food.
“You should be happy, that was a rare gift. A tonne of guys have been begging me for a kiss – Antonio for one.”
“That tomato bastard…”
“Is that jealousy I hear?” You cried with mock astonishment.
“You’re too full of yourself ragazza.”
“But you love me anyway~”
“As if.” You watched the heat in his cheeks rise and a sly smile spread across your lips.
“You’re blushing.”
“Shut up.”
“It’s actually really cute.”
“Shut up!”
“The pasta’s going to burn.”
“I told you to shut the fu- shit!” You lent against the wall watching the flustered Italian curse in his own language as he attempted to save the meal. The sight of his distress accompanied by his blushing face and the curl that bounced up and down on his head quickly became too much for you and you broke down in stifled giggles, only causing yet another tantrum from your friend.

“That was the best meal I have ever eaten!”
“You say that every time I cook for you.”
“That’s because your cooking just won’t stop improving. It really should be a crime to be that great in the kitchen.”
“If it’s that much of a crime, don’t barge in and eat my food.”
“If I didn’t barge in you’d miss me. Besides, I was complimenting you. No need to get all defensive.”
“Who’s getting defensive?” He stood up frowning.
“You are.” Grabbing the plates from his hands you took them out into the kitchen and filled the sink with hot soapy water. However, before you could begin to wash up, one hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against the owner’s chest while another reached into the bubbles and dumped a large clump of them on top of your head.
“Am. Not.” You looked up to meet the mischievous and challenging amber eyes of the culprit.
“You are such a child.”
“Does that mean you’re too ‘mature’ to fight back?” That smirk suited him and he knew it.
“Never said that now did I sweetie.” You spun back to the sink to get a handful of bubbles but by the time you’d turned around again he was already gone. You had to chase him for several minutes before finally cornering him in the lounge. Not wanting him to escape again you pounced, causing him to fall backwards onto the floor with you on top of him. Before he could protest you had smothered the bubbles all over his head, making sure to rub them into his hair.
“Was that the best you could do? This one’s my victory Lovi!” When he didn’t reply to your teasing, you looked down through the soapy strands of your hair you realised he was flushed and panting heavily. “Lovi? Are you really that exhausted? We’ve only been running around for a few minutes.” As you removed your hand from his hair to get off him in case you were restricting his breathing, your finger became caught; when you tugged, freeing your hand, the Italian let out a strange moan that sounded like ‘chigi’.
“C-Curl.”

“Your… Curl?” The realisation that you must be touching his ever-so-precious forbidden curl took a moment to sink in. You’d always wondered why it was such a touchy subject with Lovino so you’d never asked, but since you’d already broken the taboo…
“So why exactly shouldn’t I touch the curl again?” He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his head, but his grip was feeble almost as if he had no strength left in him.
“J-Just let… go.” You hadn’t known he could pull a face like that, it was seriously sexy. Denying the conclusion that touching his curl was actually arousing him, you became curious as to why he’d always avoided the topic. If he wasn’t going to tell you the exact effects that pulling the random strand of hair had on him, then you sure as hell weren’t going to waste this opportunity.
Reaching out with your free hand, you let your fingers dance up the side of his neck and behind his ear until you’d reached the base of the curl. In one swift movement, the silky strand was trapped as you coiled it around each finger and then let it slip away almost to the tip before repeating the action. Lovino couldn’t prevent the muffled groan that escaped his lips.
“Are you serious Lovi? Your curl… turns you on?”
“_-__________” He panted “please…”
“That might be the first time you’ve ever asked me nicely for anything.” Overcoming the initial shock of your discovery, you continued to tease his precious piece of hair. The Italian beneath you became more and more frustrated until his emotions took over.
“Hai chiesto per questa ragazza.” You were forced down into your companion’s arms with a strength you didn’t know he possessed. Suddenly lips assaulted yours in a passionate frenzy. Gasping at his ferocity, you left him with enough time to slip his tongue into your mouth. The onslaught continued as he skimmed his hands down your back; one came to rest on your hip while the other continued further still, gripping your upper thigh and hoisting you to sit higher on his waist. Aggressive lips trailed down your neck accompanied by sweet nothings murmured in Italian, you were helpless against the obviously stronger male as you tried to regain your breath.
Realising that if you didn’t stop him soon things were going to go too far, you bit down on the shell of his ear drawing a cry of pain from your assailant. The momentary delay in his assault gave you enough time to put some distance between the two of you.
“That fucking hurt ragazza!”
“Well how else was I supposed to stop you? I know we tease each other all the time Lovi, and I’m probably the guiltier for that, but you seriously crossed the line just then.” You watched as his facial expression turned from one of anger and lust to embarrassment and horror as the realisation of his actions hit him.
“Oh shit. __________, I swear I didn’t mean to-”
“Yeah I know, it was kind of my fault but… Well yeah. I’m going home.”

You averted your eyes from his as you scrambled up from the floor and quickly made your way towards the door, desperately attempting to stop your racing heart the whole time. You knew it was only lust, you knew that it was your fault for teasing him, you knew that he had forbidden touching the curl for a reason, but it still hurt to have your feelings toyed with like that.
“Oi ragazza!” Only twenty more steps until you reached the door.
“__________! Listen to me!” Ten more steps.
“Hey!” Two arms either side of you slammed against the door just as you reached for the handle. “Don’t ignore me damn it!”
“What the hell Lovi? I almost made it too.” You weren’t sure if he could hear you as your voice was barely a whisper and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and face him.
“I was cooking Tortellini con salsa di pomodoro, yes I had finished yelling, yes I was jealous, and you shouldn’t touch the curl because I won’t be able to control myself around you.” It took a moment to absorb everything he’d said in that one rushed sentence. You turned around slowly and looked up into his blushing face, this time it was his turn to avert his eyes.
“Was that-?”
“The answer to every question you have asked me this evening, sì.”
“…um wow.” You processed the information one more time before wanting his confirmation on something. “So you were jealous that Antonio asked me for a kiss?”
“…” His lack of answer was an answer in itself.
“Lovi, you did just say that I shouldn’t touch the curl because you wouldn’t be able to control yourself around me. Was that me specific or just in general?”
“If I tell you, you must swear not to laugh.”
“Okay.”
“Ti amo.” The expression on his face was adorable; there was simply no other way to describe it. You giggled. “Ragazza! You promised not to laugh!”
“Sorry, but that was way too cute!” You bushed your lips against his softly. “Ti amo, Lovi.”