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[risorto]

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

Quindi cos'è? Qual è la sorpresa?

[silvercrusader]

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.

[silvercrusader]

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.

[silvercrusader]

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.

[silvercrusader]

Now there's a speech you're gonna have to translate for me later.

[He picked up at least half of it, though, and very much enjoyed those bits he did understand. Polnareff squirms, arching his back in a silent attempt to get Bruno's fingers to resume their teasing.]

Would you let me help in the kitchen?

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[Bruno doesn't get the message to keep moving his fingers, alas. He hums thoughtfully instead.]

A volte.

[silvercrusader]

Ahh, always, that's kind of you. And will you let me fuck you there? Just once?

[risorto]

Non è quello che ho detto!

[Exasperation makes every word nearly its own sentence, non standing out the most out of the bunch.]

[silvercrusader]

If you're going to speak Italian, [he says patiently, looking down at what little he can see of his boyfriend,] you're going to get misunderstood. Yelling at me won't help.

[risorto]

[And with that, Bruno rolls over. Which is to say, he only turns his back on Polnareff. He does not actually make any attempt to get further away. This spot happens to be the warmest spot in the bed, so why would he?]

Buona notte ti amo.

[silvercrusader]

Noooooo--!

[He can't yank him any closer, but he can disrupt him. With one quick movement he yanks Bruno to the side, rolling them both until his boyfriend is lying on his back atop him, still held close.]

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[Bruno huffs, but stubbornly wriggles until he's on his side again. He'll just get comfy here on top of Polnareff. Ain't no thang to him.]

[silvercrusader]

[Oh, no. He's on his side. There's very nearly no hope at all once Bruno is on his side; that means he means business, and is fully intent on sleeping. Possibly while perched atop Polnareff.]

It's my birthday.

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Buon compleanno, [he says, very matter-of-fact and as though there's no connection between Polnareff's birthday and Bruno going to sleep.] Sei dopo il vostro regalo, non è vero?

[silvercrusader]

I want you to stay awake. I want you to keep talking to me. I love you, don't do this to me on my birthday . . .

[He pouts. Bruno can't see it, but it's a very good pout.]

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[He doesn't need to see it to know the magnitude of that pout. Pouts like that get straight into Polnareff's tone of voice. He huffs a small sigh.]

Che ore sono?

[silvercrusader]

Mm . . . one-ish, I think.

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E per quanto tempo mi stai aspettando a rimanere sveglio?

[silvercrusader]

Until you pass out, but not on purpose. Involuntarily.

So like another half hour.

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[Bruno huffs a little, shifting to sit up just enough so he can look at Polnareff.]

Posso durare più di trenta minuti...

[Despite the fact he's starting to look sleepy and keeping his eyes halfway open is turning into a struggle. He settles back in on Polnareff, nuzzling his chest a little.]

Sei caldo.

[How is this thought connected? Who can say?]