Novel & Cerita Solangelo Fanfiction Nico Wears Will's Clothes

The baby, still no bigger than a peach, was somewhere inside me, growing. And I just wanted five minutes to be still. I closed my eyes behind my sunglasses, one hand resting lightly on my stomach. That’s when I heard it—footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Confident. I didn’t move right away. Just kept still, waiting to see if they passed. They didn’t. Whoever it was stopped right by my lounger. I opened my eyes. Nico He wore casual slacks and a loose cream shirt, sleeves rolled, collar open. His steps were slow, almost lazy, like he’d been born with all the time in the world.

“Really? We can do it another night, right?” Nicco stood, walking to the closet naked. He emerged, carrying a long, sleeveless red dress with a crystal belt buckle. “You need to wear this tonight,” he said, putting it on the bed. “I’m going to shower.” I pushed myself up from the bed with a groan. “Fine. Wait for me. I need a shower, too.” Nicco shook his finger at me. “No, not tonight. I know how talented you are with a bar of soap and your tongue. And I’m hungry. Wait your turn.”

Finally, we got into the car and started our journey back to New York. Nick is, as always, wearing a suit - I don't think I've ever seen him wearing anything other than a full dress suit. Will, on the other hand, is wearing beige jeans with a dark green polo shirt and black sneakers. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.

"No, don't wear that one. Wear the bunny ears" I stomp my feet on the ground in annoyance when Nico holds up the dragon horn instead of bunny ears I wanted him to wear. How did we get here, you ask? Let me take you back to a few hours earlier. *Rewind to this morning* "Walk slowly. You might fall" Nico calls after me as I skip off to the car in his clothes. I've always wanted to wear my man's clothes out and now I can finally do it.

The only color on him was the silver of his cufflinks and the gray of his eyes. He looked at Bianca and Sloane. "Out," he commanded. "We're not done with her hair," Bianca protested. "It looks fine," Nico said. "Out." Bianca rolled her eyes, grabbed her makeup bag, and marched past him. "Tyrant." Sloane smirked, sheathed her knife, and followed. "Don't mess up the dress, Nico. We don’t have time to steam it again." The door clicked shut. Nico didn’t move right away. He leaned against the doorframe, watching me. His gaze began at the high neck of the dress, traveled down the long sleeves, lingered on the curve of my waist, and ended where the velvet pooled on the floor.

Worthy of that arm around her waist. Unlike me. My throat tightened. Why the hell am I comparing? It's not like Luca even proposed to me. At her feet, clinging to her skirt with small hands, was a much younger Nico. He grinned widely, with his teeth out, although a few were missing, his eyes looked bright and carefree in a way I’ve never seen before. He looked … really happy, it was an inner happiness I had never seen before.

His wet pants cling to his legs and water dripped down his chest. A cold draft made him shiver slightly. “oh.. you’re cold,” Dylan awkwardly took the wet clothes and placed it on his shoulders. “this is wet too. Just adjust for a bit. we will get home,” “You wear some clothes please….” “I don’t have any clothes,” Dylan chuckled. “But… you can’t just go around showing off your pole…” Nico subconsciously glanced at it marveled at its size and looked away. “Take the shirt. You need it more,” he wrapped it around his waist and tied the long sleeves behind his back.

When Damon screaming and howls of pain persisted, Nico ordered the goons to take him back to the Manor and get Clara. Leaving him alone in the room that now smelled of smoke, blood, and the pudgy stench of open bodies, Fabio's painful growl still hit his ears. Nico sucked in his breath; This was just like he wanted it. He pulled off the mask, holding it in his left hand, loving the fresh air kissing past his face; he walked towards the table, picked up his cup, still dripping wine, and poured himself his lost dose. He took a sip, nodding his approval at the taste; he studied the wine bottle, holding the neck, shrugging; he walked around the table to a bloody Fabio gasping while pressing his

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.

Something about it unsettled her more than his usual darkness, because it made him feel suddenly… human. She blinked again to dispel her thoughts as she watched him enjoy his treat, oblivious to the thoughts in her head. Before she could linger further on the thought, the heavy doors opened and Nico stepped inside. His suit was dark, his expression graver than usual. Olivia was almost getting tired of this scenario. Nero turned in the direction of the door, and his expression morphed into a sour one when he saw Nico. “You really have to stop showing up when you're not wanted, Nico,” he said surly, wiping his mouth with a napkin.