Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. Not even the computer I’m Scrivere this on. All you’d get out of me is a weird DVD collection.
AN: It takes place in Munich and she is not single. Don’t ask me where her BF is, I neither know nor care :)
“Achoo.” Sounded from the letto for the thirty-seventh time since their return from the screening.
“Bless you.” Came for the thirty-seventh time this time from the door.
“Thanks.” She murmured as she grabbed another tissue from the box and blew her nose.
“Not to sound conceited o anything, “ she snorted at his words as he wheeled the trolley with her cena to the bed, “ but I do distinctly remember telling te that it wasn’t the best idea to wear that dress.”
“That’s exactly what I need right now, your smart-ass comments.”
“And a chicken noodle soup.” He took of the lid with a flourish and the air was instantly filled with the enticing aroma.
She perked up a little and propped herself on the cuscino while he put the bowl on a tray and put it in her lap.
He smirked as she sneezed again. He offered her the spoon but she didn’t take it since she was too preoccupied with her running nose.
“Should I feed you?”
She glared at him but then her expression softened and she nodded. He hid his surprise fast as he set down on the letto successivo to her. He scooped a spoon-full carefully and she opened her mouth in exaggerated anticipation.
“Is it good?” he asked as she swallowed.
“Great.” She beamed and opened her mouth for the successivo one. They didn’t speak again until the bowl was emptied.
“Do te feel better?”
“Yeah, it was great.”
“The lady in the cucina detto it was a family recipe. And she also sent some tea. She detto it was good for the cold.”
She raised an eyebrow as he put the bowl and the tray back on the trolley and poured her a cup if tea.
“Another fan? o was she just unable to resist your charm?”
He shook his head with a resigned smile as he wheeled the trolley out of the room while she sipped the warm brew.
“She was a lovely older lady who could have been my mother. And she was più concerned with your cold that my non-existent charms.” He detto as he plopped down into an arm-chair da her bed.
She finished her tè and buried herself deeper into the blankets.
“Your charm is pretty existent. The hoards of screaming fan we faced today are a breathing proof of it.” And she sneezed again.
“Serves te right. successivo time te will think twice before wearing such a tiny dress when it’s hardly above zero outside.”
“Don’t say te didn’t like the dress. I saw te staring at my legs.”
“I would think that your health is più important then me admiring your legs.”
“No, its not.” She mumbled.
He heard it but decided to ignore her comment. Again.
“Are te OK? Do te need anything else?”
“Could te sing to me?” her request caught him off guard. He could have detto no. If it were an alternative universe where he was an Australian rancher and she was a Canadian teacher and they have never met. But since it wasn’t he just sighed and asked.
“Any special requests?”
“Something yours.”
He made himself più comfortable and started to hum his lullaby not taking his eyes off of her. When he was sure she was asleep he stood up to leave.
“Stay.” Came from the bundle of blankets she buried herself into. “Please.”
“You are a really demanding patient.” He scowled as he made his way to the other side of the king-sized bed.
“But te Amore me anyway.” And he did. It wasn’t the smartest thing he has ever done but when has the cuore ever listened to reason. “Love te too.” She breathed out and a few secondi later her breath evened out.
“I know.” He whispered and then went to bathroom before stripping down to his underwear and crawling under the sheets. He settled down facing her and she turned and scooted closer to him as if in cerca for something though there was still some spazio between them.
That’s why her relaxed doll-like face was the last thing he saw before closing his own eyes and letting sleep claim him. He only hoped she would be better tomorrow. Because he liked where he was right now too much for his own sanity.
"When I looked at Robert, it was like I could look into his heart, and he could do the same. That’s how I describe the chemistry between us.”
