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[risorto]

[Bruno starts giggling again.]

Sì, sì, altrimenti Emma avrà compiti non la può aiutare con.

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[Oh, no. Just for that tone and laughter, Polnareff scoots away, pulling Bruno back just far enough that he can squint down at him. Cold air rushes between them, but life is sometimes cruel.]

Are you making fun of me?

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Noooo...!

[Bruno immediately starts trying to wriggle back in closer. He's not really protesting and saying he wasn't making fun of Polnareff, so much as he's protesting Polnareff pulling away.]

I cuscini non dovrebbero muoversi...

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Oh no you don't--

[He keeps him firmly in place, a good arm's length between them.]

Apologize. You were making fun of me, I know you were, and you can just stay cold until you say sorry.

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[This cruelty! It's completely unprecedented!]

[As is most likely the small whine Bruno lets out before he gives up on trying to slink his way back to getting close. He squirms under the blankets until only the top of his head is visible.]

Sei crudele... Ti amo e tu mi lasciassi congelare a morte. [Bruno huffs softly and mumbles,] Mi dispiace...

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Aw, ti amo too, sweet thing--

[That most assuredly was not the emotion Bruno was trying to convey, but he's allowed to pick and choose as he sees fit. And now that Polnareff's gotten his apology (grudgingly mumbled though it might be), all is forgiven. Sliding his hands down Bruno's back once more, he tugs him in close, sharing all his body warmth. He even slings a leg around his knees for good measure, because he's that nice.]

My poor Bruno . . . was it so hard for you, being alone like that? Oh, poor thing, poor thing--

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Vaffanculo.

[And yet, Bruno does not pull away or roll over. No, he just snuggles in a little bit closer and then make the official decision to refuse to move ever again. That is not going to stop him from sulking though.]

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Ahhh, my husband is mad at me . . .

[He beams at the wall as he says it. He's going to have to remember not to get into the habit of saying that. This isn't a conversation they're going to be able to have all the time. But for tonight, he savors it, just as he savors the angry lump trying to bury himself in his chest.]

Would it help if I kissed you better, mon mari?

[A beat, and then, with a huffed laugh:]

That's my husband, not my ocean.

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No, io non voglio baciarti più di voi.

[Still not moving though.]

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What would make it better, then?

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Niente. Il mio cuore è spezzato.

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Mm, that's a damn shame. I had a surprise for my husband, but if he doesn't want it . . .

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[There's a brief pause, and then warily, Bruno asks,]

. . . Di cosa stai parlando? [He thinks to move to look at Polnareff, but that seems like it'd be a lot of work right now. So, he doesn't.] È il tuo compleanno.

[The unfinished thought here being that Polnareff is supposed to be the one getting surprised, not Bruno.]

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It is my birthday, [he says patiently, because talking to Bruno when he only speaks Italian is akin to talking to a toddler (in that he doesn't understand what the other person is saying and so simply assumes and repeats what he does know),] but I love you. I always love you, even on my birthday, and loving you involves giving you surprises.

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Non sta tentando di ottenere il vostro regalo adesso, vero?

[Bruno is sleepy, but suspicious all the same.]

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[He doesn't know what that means, but he hears that suspicious tone.]

Vero yourself-- I'm trying to be sweet, and what does my husband do? He gets suspicious.

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[Bruno crinkles his nose a little. Vero doesn't mean... He sighs, shaking his head a little.]

Quindi cos'è? Qual è la sorpresa?

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It's a surprise. I can't tell you.

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Si tu puoi! [He finally looks up at Polnareff.] Sei stato cattivo con me di nuovo.

[He crinkles his nose and snuggles back in.]

Dovrei solo dormire.

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You are not going to sleep-- you promised me you wouldn't! Not on my birthday! God, but you're fussy after midnight--

[Not that he's pulling away at all, or doing anything to inconvenience his boyfriend in the slightest. Polnareff slides his hands beneath Bruno's sweater, hoisting it up again so he can tease his fingers against bare skin.]

Are you going to be even worse after I marry you?

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Si dovrebbe essere ringraziando D— [Mm maybe let's not say that word.] Si dovrebbe essere grato a sposare uno come me.

[silvercrusader]

[Thank god Polnareff doesn't realize what it is Bruno almost said. As it is, he simply snuggles in closer, kissing the top of his head idly.]

That wasn't an answer, sweetness. I'll show you plenty of gratitude our wedding night, don't you worry.

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[He huffs a little sigh.]

Non si preoccupi. Sarò buono con te. [He nuzzles Polnareff's chest a little.] Sarò il miglior marito.

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Course you would. The best, because you're you.

[He kisses the top of his head again, smiling, and adds:]

Tell me how.

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Si mangia bene tutti i giorni. Sarà il cibo italiano e francese. Ti bacerò tutto il tempo e dirò che sei bello, almeno una volta al giorno.

[He pauses, starting to doodle little patterns on Polnareff's back with his finger.]

Ti farò ascoltare i rock and roll record come forte come si desidera. E ti lascerò dormire nel più tardi come si desidera. [Bruno sighs again, fingers stilling on Polnareff's back.] Sarete viziati.