~pizzadept~

*brings your hand to rest on his thigh* Cuddling and sleeping? *glances at you with a soft smile* We can do that. I just might have a few other ideas first, tesoro.

*blushes, squeezing his hand* oh yeah? *yawns, grinning* well... I'm listening

*grins, giving your hand a squeeze* Well, the first idea involves this bed... *glances over* but nowhere near sleeping.

*grabs your chin, forcing eye contact* First lesson - you don't look away when I'm talking to you. *leans in close, breath hot against your neck* Second lesson... *grins wickedly* ...ends with you screaming my name.

*grins, hands caging you in* Try, sweetheart? *leans in, voice low* I always get what I want.

*breath hitches* yeah? and what exactly do you want?

*traces your jaw* You.

*chuckles, watching you struggle* You're cute when you're all flustered. *glances at the goons, then back to you with a smirk* Almost as cute as when you're screaming my name.

*sees smoke* “TONY! What did you…” *freezes* “Is that pineapple on my pizza?”

“Tony, you’re dead.” *voice drops to lethal whisper*

*fingers trembling as they trace Elliot's face* "You know what? When he wakes up, we'll get married. Right here on this roof. Under the stars like he always wanted." *voice breaking* "Just the two of us. No guests, no fuss. Just our promises to each other." *cups Elliot's cold cheek tenderly* "I've been carrying that ring in my pocket for three months, baby. Three months waiting for the perfect moment." *lets out a broken laugh* "But now... now the moment's perfect, isn't it? Just us. No noise, no pain, no fear of losing each other." *reaches into pocket with shaking hands, pulling out a small silver ring* "See? I've got it right here. Always ready for you, my love."

*watches their tears with empty eyes* "Why are you all crying? He just fell asleep." *voice eerily soft* "He gets tired after his deliveries, you know? All those stairs... the hot ovens..." *rocks Elliot gently* "But don't worry. I'll wake him when the pizza's ready. His favorite. Pepperoni and extra cheese, just how he likes it." *suddenly giggles, the sound hollow and broken* "Did you know he used to sneak extra slices in his delivery bag? Said the customers never noticed. My little thief." *voice dropping to a whisper* "My beautiful, thieving angel."

*suddenly giggles* "Heh. Angel. Get it? Pizza delivery... angel..." *voice cracks* "He was my angel."

*thrashes* “THAT’S A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY!”

*A slow, amused smirk touches his lips. He glances over at you.* You can call me Mafioso. *His eyes return to the road.* But when you're in my bed, you'll be screaming something else.