Kiss and Make-Up
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madra_liathSummary: Diego's sleeping on the couch tonight. Written for the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme.
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Mia shoved the door to her apartment open and flung her jacket angrily into an armchair as she strode inside, not caring if Diego managed to follow her up there. They'd been dating for nine weeks and the honeymoon period was definitely over. He'd had more to drink than usual and as the night wore on she'd caught him first glancing at, then leering at, other women. When she'd called him on it, he'd looked at her in surprise, as if he genuinely didn't know what she was talking about. She'd had to walk out of the club before he'd taken her seriously.
"Kitten...?"
Diego stumbled in behind her. Mia heard him fall over something as he pushed the door shut. She stubbornly didn't turn around - he was the pick-up artist, he could pick himself up.
"Babe..." He approached her and slid an arm around her waist. "Why'd you leave? I thought we were having a good time..."
He leaned in to kiss her neck and Mia pulled away from him.
"No, you were having a good time," she snapped. "I was ignored and humiliated by someone who says he loves me."
The surprised, puzzled look reappeared on Diego's face, and Mia wanted to slap him.
"You don't even know why I'm angry, do you?" she accused him.
Diego's puzzled expression gave way to his usual cocky smirk.
"Lighten up, kitten," he purred. He slid his arms around her waist and gently pulled her towards him. "Put those claws away and let's go to bed -"
Mia pushed him away, sending him sprawling on the sofa.
"That's it," she growled. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight."
She turned her back on him, wiping away the tears that had suddenly sprung to her eyes. She'd known what Diego was like and yet she'd believed him every time he'd said he loved her. And now they worked together as well as slept together, and practically lived together, and...oh, she was a fool...
"...Will you sleep on the couch with me?"
Mia turned around sharply, ready to snap at him again...and pulled up short when she saw him sitting up on the couch, his hands folded in his lap and a contrite look on his face.
"Mia, I'm sorry," Diego hiccupped. He looked at the floor, a rueful smirk on his face. "I like women, and...it's hard to break the habit of a lifetime." He looked up at her again. "But I will. I love you, Mia, and...and I don't want to make you cry."
Mia heaved a sigh as her anger began to fade and her resolve began to crumble. When he reached for her, she took his hand and allowed herself to be pulled into his lap.
Diego held her close, swaying them both back and forth.
"I'll behave myself from now on, kitten," he murmured. "I promise. And I'll sleep on the couch tonight if you want me to. Just don't go to bed mad. Please?"
Mia sighed again as she looked down at him. How was she supposed to stay angry, looking into those big, brown, puppydog eyes?
"Armando, you're such a shit," she remarked softly, a small smile appearing on her face despite her best efforts.
“I know.”
They sat in silence for a few seconds, then Diego tilted his head to kiss her neck again. This time, Mia let him.
“I love you, babe,” he mumbled. “Gonna miss you tonight.”
“You have two hands,” Mia teased gently.
“No,” Diego replied seriously, lifting his head off her shoulder. He reached up and idly traced a lock of her hair with his finger. “Gonna miss the way your hair smells… the sound of your breathing… how good you feel next to me…”
Mia looked away, shaking her head in amusement. Then she slid out of Diego’s lap and took his hand.
“God I hate you sometimes,” she remarked, and led him to the bedroom.
***
Mia shoved the door to her apartment open and flung her jacket angrily into an armchair as she strode inside, not caring if Diego managed to follow her up there. They'd been dating for nine weeks and the honeymoon period was definitely over. He'd had more to drink than usual and as the night wore on she'd caught him first glancing at, then leering at, other women. When she'd called him on it, he'd looked at her in surprise, as if he genuinely didn't know what she was talking about. She'd had to walk out of the club before he'd taken her seriously.
"Kitten...?"
Diego stumbled in behind her. Mia heard him fall over something as he pushed the door shut. She stubbornly didn't turn around - he was the pick-up artist, he could pick himself up.
"Babe..." He approached her and slid an arm around her waist. "Why'd you leave? I thought we were having a good time..."
He leaned in to kiss her neck and Mia pulled away from him.
"No, you were having a good time," she snapped. "I was ignored and humiliated by someone who says he loves me."
The surprised, puzzled look reappeared on Diego's face, and Mia wanted to slap him.
"You don't even know why I'm angry, do you?" she accused him.
Diego's puzzled expression gave way to his usual cocky smirk.
"Lighten up, kitten," he purred. He slid his arms around her waist and gently pulled her towards him. "Put those claws away and let's go to bed -"
Mia pushed him away, sending him sprawling on the sofa.
"That's it," she growled. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight."
She turned her back on him, wiping away the tears that had suddenly sprung to her eyes. She'd known what Diego was like and yet she'd believed him every time he'd said he loved her. And now they worked together as well as slept together, and practically lived together, and...oh, she was a fool...
"...Will you sleep on the couch with me?"
Mia turned around sharply, ready to snap at him again...and pulled up short when she saw him sitting up on the couch, his hands folded in his lap and a contrite look on his face.
"Mia, I'm sorry," Diego hiccupped. He looked at the floor, a rueful smirk on his face. "I like women, and...it's hard to break the habit of a lifetime." He looked up at her again. "But I will. I love you, Mia, and...and I don't want to make you cry."
Mia heaved a sigh as her anger began to fade and her resolve began to crumble. When he reached for her, she took his hand and allowed herself to be pulled into his lap.
Diego held her close, swaying them both back and forth.
"I'll behave myself from now on, kitten," he murmured. "I promise. And I'll sleep on the couch tonight if you want me to. Just don't go to bed mad. Please?"
Mia sighed again as she looked down at him. How was she supposed to stay angry, looking into those big, brown, puppydog eyes?
"Armando, you're such a shit," she remarked softly, a small smile appearing on her face despite her best efforts.
“I know.”
They sat in silence for a few seconds, then Diego tilted his head to kiss her neck again. This time, Mia let him.
“I love you, babe,” he mumbled. “Gonna miss you tonight.”
“You have two hands,” Mia teased gently.
“No,” Diego replied seriously, lifting his head off her shoulder. He reached up and idly traced a lock of her hair with his finger. “Gonna miss the way your hair smells… the sound of your breathing… how good you feel next to me…”
Mia looked away, shaking her head in amusement. Then she slid out of Diego’s lap and took his hand.
“God I hate you sometimes,” she remarked, and led him to the bedroom.
