You felt a hand trail gently down your back. Rubbing your eyes, you groggily shifted in bed.
"Go to sleep Feli." You muttered, pulling the blankets up to your chin. The person behind you sighed, his warm breath tickling your skin.
You had just drifted off the sleep when a flurry of movements snapped you out of your stupor. You husband was walking across the bedroom towards the bathroom door.
"Jesus Christ." You grumbled, pulling your pillow over your head.
It was just your luck to marry an insomniac. Seeing as you had the same problem, you were constantly waking each other up.
"I can't-a sleep." He grumbled, you snorted your head still covered by the pillow.
"You find-a that funny?" You weren't sure if it was amusement or anger that laced his words. His hands grabbed your sides, tickling them.
"Ah, ha please don't Feli!" You squealed, shoving his hands away. "I'm trying to sleep."
He gave you a tired smile, his magenta eyes half lidded with exhaustion. "Sorry Bella."
You shrugged, pulling the pillow back over your head. Feliciano wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling your neck.
A few minutes later you heard his breath slow to a steady beat. You stared at the clock on your bedside table. The minute hand was moving impossibly slow.
An hour later you were still staring at the clock, your mind fuzzy with exhaustion. It was really pissing you off.
Feliciano mumbled in his sleep, his grip on your waist tightening.
There was a slight difference in the reasons why you couldn't sleep and why Feliciano couldn't sleep.
You just had trouble falling asleep and staying asleep.
Feliciano had nightmares.
He wouldn't tell you why, no matter how many times you asked him. He admitted that he was afraid you would think less of him.
His grip tightened again and his breathing increased. You grimaced, his nails were digging into your sides.
He sighed, muttering something in Italian. You shifted so that you were facing him, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.
His magenta eyes opened slightly and he smiled lazily.
"What are your nightmares about?" You figured that while he was still groggy he might answer. The smile slid off his face.
You blinked, not sure how to respond to his answer. You? He was afraid of you?
"Me." You pursed your lips.
He nodded, his arms pulling you closer.
Frowning, you ran a hand through his dark hair.
"So what happens?"
He sighed, his breath tickling your ear. "I lose control.......and kill you."
You froze, slightly alarmed. Feliciano had a violent history, you knew that much. A history that he had forbade you to look into. Before you had married him, his brother Lovino had told you he used to be in the mafia.
Feliciano pulled away, sitting up he stared down at you, his magenta eyes void of emotion. You stared back.
"You are-a my uccello canoro." he cooed, stroking your cheek gently "I could never cut your throat."
Your mind searched for the meaning of what he had said.
uccello canoro...... Was that was Songbird in Italian?
He lay back down and wrapped his arms around your waist. His breathing slowed to a quiet pace. You stared at the ceiling, mentally kicking yourself for asking.
One more reason you wouldn't be able to sleep.