When In Rome ((Calix))

[Calla Kiril]

277 Calix Kiril OUTFIT NOTES TEMPLATE BY HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0 DARLING, I WILL BE  LOVING YOU, 'TILL WE'RE SEVENTY Now that their competition was done and over, the two best friends finally had time to be tourists. Roaming around Rome was the highlight of Calla's trip. It was everything that she had dreamed it was, and now everything was just getting better and better. They had spent their week going to each and every one of her bucket list spots in the anciet city. The Colosseum, the Pantheon, the Roman Forum, Trevi Fountain, which topped off the tour that day...and so many other things that Calla had been dreaming about since she was a little kid. They hit them all in just seven short days. This was honestly a dream come true. And, to top it all off, she was with her best friend. There was literally nothing that could make this day go wrong. It was their last night in Rome, and Calix had mentioned that he wanted to do something nice for dinner that night. Calla figured it would be great to spend the night in, but Calix insisted--he even said that he had reservations in place already. Calla knew that she couldn't refuse that, then. That was one of the things she loved about him--he was always so prepared for everything, and frankly, could talk her in or out of anything. It was about one in the afternoon by the time the two got back to their hotel room. Calla was exhausted. Almost two weeks of jam-packed days, and now there was finally some time to just relax. Calla popped in a movie, and curled up on the bed, snuggling Calix. Probably less than a half hour later, Calla fell asleep.

[Calix Kiril]

At least Calla could relax. Calix still had remnants of adrenaline in his blood. Even after their competition (which they placed very well at) their adventure in Rome was far from over. Calix and Calla traveled the wonderful city, absorbing its history and its art. Calix couldn’t get enough. Though, throughout all that time, there was something pulling at the back of his mind. It didn’t dominate his thoughts to the point that he didn’t enjoy the time spent in Rome with Calla… it dominated to the point where it made that time together even better. But all of the excitement and movement and bustle of the day had tired him out. He and Calla returned to their hotel room at which time Calla promptly crawled into bed. Calix smiled at the sight and joined her. She curled up into his side, and Calix put his arm around her, running his fingers up and down her arm until she drifted off into sleep. Calix felt his eyes fluttering closed but something kept him awake. The thought of what would happen that night. Calix’s eyes drifted to his suitcase, to a little pocket in the front that hadn’t been opened since the two got to Rome. Calix moved down the headboard carefully so as to not wake Calla and rested his head on the pillow, with Calla on his chest. The adrenaline slowly wore off, and he drifted to sleep just as she did.

Calix’s phone woke them up. Right before he cuddled with Calla, Calix set an alarm to give them ample time to get ready for their dinner. He groaned and reached over, silencing the alarm. Now the hard part: waking up Calla. He kissed her forehead. “Calla. Wake up, love.” He moved his kisses down. The side of her head, her cheek, her nose, quickly on the lips, her chin, her jaw, then began kissing her neck. “Callaaaa… it’s time to get up. We don’t want to miss our reservation, hm?” He nuzzled her and resumed kissing.

[Calla Kiril]

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[attr="class","titlelyrictwo"]loving you, until we are seventy

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[attr="class","postytextbox"]Calla was in the middle of the most pleasant of dreams; a bright sunny field, where she and Calix were just laying and talking. Not really about anything, just little things--things that always just made her feel so alive inside. That was one thing that she had always loved about him, even from the time that they were little kids: he made her feel like she wasn't just some girl who he was made to be with. He always made her feel special, even when they didn't have the relationship they did--even when they were seven.

At some point, she felt her neck getting tickled which woke her up, with a soft smile on her face as she cringed away from the feeling on her neck--which Calix knew was one of her many ticklish spots. Her eyes still closed, if not closed tighter now as her nerves reacted. The praetor giggled a little, her smile growing as she opened her blue-grey-green eyes. "Calix," she mumbled, the smile still plastered on her face. When she felt Calix pulled away, she yawned and stretched a little. "What time is it?" She had no idea how long she'd been out nor any sense of time; there was only one explanation for that: Calla had a great nap. Yawning one more time, the legacy pulled herself up into a lounging position.

"So, what's the plan for tonight, again?" Callista inquired.

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[Calix Kiril]

Calla giggled and Calix was done. His heart absolutely melted, and he was reminded of why he fell in love with her. Calla was magical. She looked gorgeous asleep, adorable as she started waking up. That first sleep-filled look would be the death of him and her voice… Bellona help him. He pulled away from her neck and drank in the appearance of her as she returned to consciousness. He couldn’t help the large, goofy smile already on his face. He felt absolutely rejuvenated just being close to her. He scooted away just a little bit, giving her room to stretch and lay back. “Time to get ready for dinner,” he responded. “Our reservation is in a little over an hour. That should be enough time, right?” Calix returned to his position directly by her side and nuzzled her neck. He couldn’t get enough of her, and that’s why he wanted to do what he was planning to do. She was perfect, absolutely perfect, and he fell in love with her every single day. Every single time he looked at her. Calix couldn’t even stop thinking about it.

Calix shook his head and moved to the edge of the bed. He threw his legs over the side and stood, stretching himself. Calix ran a hand threw his hair. “Well, I’m going to get ready.” Just because he could, he leaned back down and pecked her lips. “You’re my everything, Calla.” And he disappeared to prepare for dinner. Calix already had his shirt pressed and tie hanging with it. The same applied to the blazer and his pants. Calix only brought one formal outfit. Solely for this occasion. So he dressed, checking himself in the mirror every once in a while to make sure everything fit correctly. He had this nagging fear in the back of his mind that he was missing something or didn’t look as good as he thought he did, but he pushed it down. He walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door, ready except for his tie. “How’s it going in there?”