💫7 Weeks of La Squadra💫

💫Illuso + A/N💫

A/n: so here we are, I'm yoinkin yall back to these already published bits so uhmmmm please read these notes. Octopusgirl0 reminded me that for this event/competition to work there needs to be people that comment on the listings in her book so we can get proper  votes^^ if you haven't already, please do so! (Not really for me, there arensome other great writers working hard and they put out real good stuff)

After the strangely wholesome encounter with Formaggio you had been a little more than off your groove. Most of the lads didn't seem to notice (thankfully) and you were left to your own devices camping out in your room.

A soft tapping sound from your vanity caught your attention. Your eyes flicked to the mirror and caught sight of the familiar brown pigtails and intense red eyes filled with questions. You glanced around the room a few times and made a motion with your hands for him to wait, after all you were still lounging around in nothing but a few towels.

The brown haired man only smirked and watched your form as you walked around looking for any sort of clothes. You cursed yourself for putting off the laundry, all that you had were a few choices of oversized shirts and wide variety of thongs. (Ya girl got lazy and didn't feel like wearing any before, so here we are.) After making your selections you stared down the intruder loitering in your mirror, making a point to walk out of his vision to quickly get dressed.

You walked back into view in a large loose shirt covering what it needed, stopping about mid thigh and leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Illuso's eyes traced the shape of your legs before meeting you face once you turned to face him. You gave him a small smile and waved him over, and he skillfully clambered out of the mirror to sit on the table of your vanity.
"I got two questions." He simply stated as he eyed you from his perch. You studied his relaxed posture and eyed the perfectly placed opening on his tailored parka (quilt?) that boasted his rock hard abdominal physique.

"Mn alright then, shoot for it." You obliged him and sat on the bed, uncaring if he eyed the rising hem of your shirt.

"Alright first off, what was up with Formaggio and the bath? Second, did you kick his ass?" A playful smile flitted across his lips when you snorted, how had you known he was going to ask that?

"The bath was Maggi being a softie, and no there was no fuckery involved. And yes, I did kick his ass, had him clean my entire room earlier." You gestured to the clean expanse of your room like a Roman emperor to his land and Illuso snickered.

"I see. If there wasn't any fuckery then why'd you look so out of it when you snuck back to your room then?" His perceptive crimson gaze threw your carefully crafted facade for a loop and by the triumphant light in his eye you could tell he saw through it as well. His presence almost seemed threatening now, how could you have forgotten how capable your team's informant was at pulling the truth out of people? Maybe it was the fear, maybe the hormones that stemmed from it, but your thighs pressed against each other in an attempt to hide your growing arousal.

You couldn't help that his sly and calculating gaze had conditioned your body into producing an insatiable desire for him. You couldn't help that right here and right now he was sizing you up with familiar predatory hunger. And for the live of god you couldn't help that he knew how to play his cards right, he knew how to act with every subtle shift you made.

Your thoughts ran a mile a minute as a haze slowly grew in your mind, yet you still decided to answer him. "He... he told me something that shocked me and it wasn't what I expected. It was... wholesome to a degree, an honest compliment I guess." You were almost sheepish, growing bashful with this new confession. You had lived your life in relative sin, filthy actions that weighed on your conscience and changed you from the innocent child you had once been. Getting into this business wasn't something that promoted earnest compliments like the one Formaggio so fervently spoke of.