Bruno Bucciarati - Stuck on You
The gang had just returned from a mission, everyone looking exhausted. While you were watching the others head up to bed Bruno suddenly appeared behind you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, nuzzling the side of your neck.
“Are you tired, sweetheart?” you whisper to him, your hand coming up to hold his cheek.
“I am….but being with you makes me feel better.” His voice was low and soft, almost a whisper.
“I’m glad I can make you feel better, but maybe you should get some sleep.”
“I have some paperwork I have to do first.” He chucked against your ear. “But I’d rather spend time with you.” He nuzzles your neck again, kissing just below your ear.
“I’m not getting blamed when you don’t finish your work again. Why don’t you go and do some paperwork then, and I will make you some food.”
He paused as you offered dinner. “You drive a hard bargain, you know that? Alright, I accept your terms. But only if we also watch a movie – of my choice – tonight.” He let’s out a small huff, having lost the coin toss the last 3 movie nights.
“Okay, I promise, Mister Pout”
He let’s out a mock scoff, acting offended by the nickname, trying to conceal his smile and pushing out his bottom lip. “I do not pout.”
“You are currently pouting… Now go do some work.”
He chuckled, giving you a squeeze before finally relenting and letting go. He took a step back reluctantly. He smirked at you and walked over to his desk, starting to sort through the paperwork.
An hour ticked by, and eventually Bruno was able to get through a decent amount of his paperwork. The pile still seemed high to him, taunting him. He sighed and ran his hand over his face. Just as he was about to abandon his work, he caught a whiff of something delicious. His stomach rumbled and his lips curled into a smile.
He pushed himself up from his chair, his stack of papers long forgotten as his attention was pulled towards the tantalizing smells. He made his way over to the kitchen. As he walked through the doorway, he took in the scene before him. The table was set with plates, a bottle of wine, lit candles, and the dinner you made.
His heart fluttered as he took in the sight. Beautiful and romantic. He let out a soft breath, his eyes roaming the table before settling his gaze on you.
“What do you think? You seemed tired, so I wanted to do something nice for you.”
He smiled, his eyes lingering on the romantic setting. “It’s beautiful. You didn’t have to go to all the trouble though, dear. But I do appreciate it. You’re too good to me.” He walks over to you and pulls you into a hug.
You both sit down to eat, enjoying the meal you made. Chatting and making jokes, just enjoying each others company after a long day.
“I hope you’re ready for my movie pick tonight, darling. I’m thinking something scary.” He says, his expression mischievous.
“I’m sorry, what’s a movie? I don’t know what that is… I don’t think I’ll like it – I’ll pass.” You tease him.
“You know what movies are, you cheeky one….Don’t try to fool me. You’re just pretending so you can torment me.” He lets out an exasperated sigh, half-amused. He couldn’t help but smile at your antics.
He chuckled at you. “Yes, I did. I always do. You know you can’t lie to me.” He looks down at his plate. “You know you really outdid yourself with this meal. It’s all very romantic, and it means a lot to me.” He reaches out and gently takes your hand.
“I know, I really went all out for you. I set some impressive girlfriend standards” You raise your eyebrows at him.
He chuckled, his expression growing fond as he squeezes your hand gently. “You really do… I feel like the luckiest person in the world to be with someone so amazing and sweet. You set some high standards. I don’t think anyone could top what a perfect girlfriend you are.”
“You better not go looking either.”
He let out another small laugh, his expression growing smug. “I wouldn’t dream of it…I have no intention of looking at anyone else when I’ve got the most amazing girlfriend right in front of me, spoiling me with romantic dinners.”
“Oh, you’re so obsessed with me, you should just marry me already.”
He paused a moment at your words, his expression morphing from playful to slightly shocked. He had not expected that. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he took a deep breath to steady himself. “Are you…are you proposing to me right now, dear?”
He let out a small chuckle. His smile growing wider with a hint of playful sarcasm. “Maybe? You’re just maybe proposing to me?”
“Well, I want to be able to take it back if you say no.”
His expression softened somewhat as your response dawned on him. He was touched by your hesitation, but also found it quite amusing. “Afraid I’m going to say no to you?”
“Maybe a little…what if you don’t want to be proposed to?”
He smiled but didn’t respond. Feigning contemplation just to add to your nerves. He knew you were just playing, but he couldn’t resist making you squirm a bit.
“I mean… I know traditionally the guy asks… so I don’t know…”
He chucked again, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as he leaned forward. “So, you’re breaking tradition, huh? You’re not afraid of being too forward?”
He smiled again his expression growing more affectionate as you spoke. “You do, huh?” His voice growing softer and more serious.
“Okay…I know this started as a silly joke, but if you keep avoiding the answer I am actually going to pass out.”
He chuckled again, your anxiety and nerves making his smile widen more to see you flustered over him. “You know I could never say no to you. Of course I want to marry you.”
He smiled, a touch of exasperation as he spoke. “Of course, really. You’re the only one for me. Why would I ever say no to marrying the most amazing, sweet, loving girlfriend who spoils me with romantic dinners?”
“Fiancé, not girlfriend now”
He chuckled, his smile growing wider as he thought of the new title you could give yourselves. He reached out and gently grasped your chin. “You’re right…. Fiancé. My future wife.”