Solangelo Fanfiction Nico Falls Asleep On Will 소설 & 이야기

A sob tore from my chest. I covered my mouth with both hands, but another followed. Then another. Within seconds, I was crying so violently that I could barely breathe. My shoulders shook beneath the sheet, and tears blurred the room until the yellow tulips beside the bed became nothing more than a bright stain of colour. “What did I do?” My voice cracked. There was no one there to answer. Nico had taken what he wanted from the night and disappeared before I woke. Perhaps he had returned to Florence. Perhaps he was sitting across from Bianca at breakfast, wearing the expressionless mask that convinced the entire world he was a devoted husband.

Who knows, maybe Nico was like that when he was younger too, bold and daring and determined to get what he wanted. "Good night, Michael, and thank you," I mutter softly and walk past the room. Once I arrive at the foot of the stairs, however, I see Nico. His eyes are closed. He's already asleep on the sofa. Are you kidding me? I roll my eyes and look up to him, determined to wake him up. But once I get in front of him, I halt immediately. I stand there, hovering over Nico, my eyes tracing the lines of his face as he sleeps. His chest rises and falls slowly, his lips parted just enough to tempt me. My heart pounds in my chest, louder and louder, drowning out any logical thought.

He gets to his feet but I quickly hold his shoulders to stop him. He is not in his right mind now and we can't afford mistakes. "Not now brother, you know the plan" I whisper and he looks between me and his sister, trying to weigh his options. He comes to his resolution and everyone takes their previous places and silently stares at the sleeping angel. I wonder why she doesn't want a doctor in a situation like this. Her friend explained that it's during this time she remembers, so the only thing she needs is rest. After what seemed like ages, Nicole finally opens her eyes and blankly stares at us like we are complete strangers to her.

Nico’s POV I woke up with the sun on my face and Soline’s bare shoulder beside me. A grin spread across my face. Today is the day we break free. And steal all that money. I shifted closer, pressing my lips to her neck. She smelled like sleep and faint perfume. My hand slid along her hip, tracing the line of her skin. She was still naked from last night. Great. I felt myself hardening as my fingers traveled down the front of her thigh and started caressing between her legs.

"Shoot your girlfriend you'll get over it. I can't . We have the old you back and have her to thank for that . You haven't lost it at Nicolai since you've been with her and you're happy or you would have shot me." I looked at Angelo and he looked a tad bit embarrassed. " Angelo. What are you doing shooting Nico . Didn't you say he's like a brother . " "Bella I will tell you what I did before Massa. Nico I need time with my girlfriend." Oh snap he just declared again so we are a couple. I love Blue . Nico stood still and responded. "Take all the time you need . " I would have already gone upstairs if I knew where the bedroom was I needed to sleep and recover.

~~Rafael~~ Finally, we're alone. Sofia has just taken a shower and is now lounging on the bed, her legs tucked under her as she watches me on the phone with Nico, who is staying the night at his grandpa's with Francesca and Silvio. "I'll come get you tomorrow, figlio. You sleep well." I place the phone between my shoulder and neck and walk towards the bed, holding my hand out to Sofia, who crawls towards me, her eyes wary, her wet hair sticking to her head in places.

Agent Collins. Soft. You okay in there. Nico answered. Yeah. Bad night. Understood she said. Training starts at 8. Not 6. Sleep. Footsteps walked away. Nico laid me down. Pulled the blanket over us. Try to sleep he said. I’ll stay awake. Watch. No I said. Sleep with me. I’ll watch. He smiled. Tired. Deal. We slept. 2 hours. No dreams. Just his breathing. And my hand in his.

I waited until the penthouse went dark. Nico had been especially possessive all evening... pulling me into his lap during a movie, hand between my thighs under the blanket while Matteo pretended not to notice. The weekend at the lodge had changed the temperature between all three of us, and Nico was making damn sure I felt it every single day since we got back. When he finally fell asleep, arm heavy across my waist, I slipped out from under it like I’d been practicing.

Nico’s arms never loosened. Daniela found herself melting into the embrace. His heartbeat was impossibly fast beneath her cheek. His scent surrounded her completely. Pine. Rain. Something darker beneath it that she had never quite been able to describe. It made her feel strangely safe. Dangerously safe. She could have stayed there forever. Then sunlight caught her eye. Golden rays stretched across the wooden floor from the dorm window. Her expression froze. “…Class.” Her eyes widened. “Oh no.” She sprang out of bed so suddenly that her knee caught Nico squarely in the side.

They collapsed together—Elara on one side, Liora on the other—limbs tangled, breaths mingling, hearts racing in sync. No words. Just closeness. Warmth. Safety. Nico closed his eyes. Felt their arms around him. Felt their breathing slow. And for the first time in his life— He fell asleep held. Not used. Not discarded. Just held. And loved. Blood and Morning Light