Pop.

The sharp pop of your gum bursting was what broke the silence, Prosciutto placed down his binoculars with an annoyed huff, glancing over at your mellowed form lounging with your feet on his dashboard, he rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.

Pop.

"Would you cut that out?" Prosciutto said sharply, you just looked at him calmly, hands placed behind your head, what a stuck up dude, you snickered and continued to chew your sweet flavored bubblegum.

The blonde man sighed and grumbled to himself, this was a stakeout not a vacation! He disliked the fact you treated it so lightly, he always got so worked up about things like this when it involved you, you were polar opposites but your stands worked well together, Risotto thought you would balance each other out when he paired you up.

There was another problem involved: he was head over heels for you.

Maybe it was the way you balanced him out, diffusing his strict temper with your calm logic, or being able to keep up with him while maintaining such a relaxed posterior, or maybe it was because of your flirty tendencies, he was lost, and he didn't like it.

He lit up a cigarette, placing it in between his lips to take a long drag, no sights of the stand user they were meant to carry out a hit on just yet, the night sky filled with beautiful twinkling stars, they kept him entertained while he mulled over his thoughts, it felt weird thinking about you when you were close enough to touch, he'd done it before, but it never occurred to him to just actually tell you how he felt when you were right there, he wasn't a pussy, but he felt like one.

He mentally cursed Risotto, Prosciutto just knew that he knew, nothing gets past Risotto, probably another reason he put you on this mission with him.

You on the other hand, didn't overthink your emotions, well, you did at first, but now it's more of 'wow I really fucking like this guy, nice' and you stood by that, you remained indifferent, you threw a glance at the smoking blonde, both smoking AND smoking hot, nice.

You hummed a tune, and practically saw a vein pop on Prosciutto's head pop, you decided not to fuck with him anymore and remained quiet, staring out the window with little to no interest to what was going on outside, that was until a bullet ricocheted off of one of the car doors, you hollered at Prosciutto to get down as you slid down in your seat, hearing bullets attack the car from almost every side.

"Do we have guns?" You asked, looking over to the blonde man, he snorted, shaking his head.

"Yeah, in the back." He replied, you peeked through the seat gaps, catching sight of a large duffel bag resting on the backseats, you shrugged, gathering yourself into a crouch before you sprung, jumping and landing in a heap on the backseat, luckily no bullets in you as you quickly unzipped the bag, chucking a gun at Prosciutto, who caught it with a huff, luckily the gunfire had stopped, but it was better to be safe then sorry.

Usually you would take someone out with your stands, but they clearly came armed with men and guns, enough to overwhelm you and your stands before you and Prosciutto even got close to them, that's why you were lucky you always brought spare guns on hand.

"Drive. Now!" You hollered, throwing yourself back into the passenger seat as Prosciutto sat up, placing the gun on his lap as he started the ignition, he glanced over at you, watching you cock a gun, hair strewn over your face, fuck were you hot.

He slammed on the breaks, tires screeching as the car rocketed off, you poked your head out of the passenger window, gun in hand, seeing a car speeding after you both, you smirked, readying your gun, letting bullets rip, aiming at the tires first, before ducking back into the car when someone shot back at you.

"How many cars are there?" Prosciutto asked, you sucked in a breath, spitting out your gum before moving the hair out of your eyes.

"Only one, the bastards have more guns than we do though, so we're gonna have to make this count." You huffed, before leaning out of the passenger window to wildly shoot at the other car, you even gave them the bird to emphasize your point, you ducked with a yelp, laughing at the close call of a bullet racing past your cheek, Prosciutto grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling you back into the car.

"Watch it." He said sharply, you laughed at him, huffing and bashing the side of your gun when you realized you were dangerously low on ammo, you threw it out the window, hoping those bastards would drive over it and veer off the road.

You patted yourself down, letting out an 'aha!' when you found a pistol in your jacket pocket, you kissed the barrel, thanking past you for this beautiful surprise, Prosciutto veered the car sharply, it gave you the perfect opening to shoot a flurry of bullets into the front wheel of the offending car, causing the wheel to burst and quickly deflate, you snorted, what shitty tires, you internally thanked Prosciutto's car for being reinforced.

You waved away the smoke coming from your pistol, hastily stuffing the gun into your jacket pocket once more as you turned to the blonde man in the drivers seat, giving him a bright smile, while he rolled his eyes and pulled out another cigarette.

"Hey that was fuckin' cool, good job Prosci!" You cooed, punching him lightly in the shoulder, he rolled his eyes once more, but froze when he looked at you.

"Fucking hell Y/N, how did you not notice that?" You let out a noise of confusion, before looking down at your shoulder, a bullet lodged into it, blood pouring around the wound and falling down, drenching your jacket.

"Whoops. Hey by any chance would you mind if I lied down? I'm getting a little tired.." You slumped in your seat, leaning against the window as Prosciutto kicked on the ignition once more, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he drove back to the La Squadra homebase, murmuring and shaking you awake whenever you slumped.

"Stop bitchin' Prosci, it's just a flesh wound.." You snickered and the blonde man sighed, you stopped laughing when his expression turned genuinely upset, you paused, suddenly awkward.

"S-sorry for bleedin' all over your seats.." You said quietly, he sighed, you hissed and clutched your shoulder, wincing.

"It's not the fucking seats idiot..it's you." You let out a weak noise of confusion at Prosciutto's sentence, he sighed, knuckles going white at his grip on the steering wheel, although he never kept his gaze off the road.

"It's you. I don't know what I'd fucking do if you just up and died right now, not without telling you how I..how I feel." His voice was barely above a whisper, a tremor in his voice as clear as day, your heart was in your ears..was he..?

"I fucking love you, Y/N."

Yep.

He was confessing.

"It's a good thing you said that," You dragged yourself up to lean against the car door, wincing, but you offered him a soft smile.

"Because I love you too." You finished, you chuckled when his cigarette fell into his lap, you chuckled, waiting until he pulled into the driveway, you grabbed him by the collar, dragging him into a heated kiss, he tasted of smoke, a bitter taste, but you liked it, it was so Prosciutto.

All he could taste was that wretched bubblegum on your lips, but he dealt with it, the sweet taste was so much sweeter coming from your lips, before he broke away from you, making you yelp when he took you into his arms, kicking open the car door, and banging on the door until someone answered.

You sat on the counter, Melone dabbing your wound with a cotton ball, along with taking out the bullet, Prosciutto lingered, watching from across the room as he went through a pack of cigarettes, Risotto lingered only to find out what happened and to check if you were all good, the rest of La Squadra came and went whenever they wanted.

You thanked Melone, waving him a goodbye as he exited the kitchen, almost as soon as he was gone Prosciutto had latched onto you like a leech, his lips moved against yours in tandem, his familiar smoky taste invaded your senses, the scent of his cologne made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Proscuitto shuddered, your perfume invaded his nose as he worked his lips against yours, the faint taste of your favorite bubblegum still hovering from earlier, it was all so intoxicating.

You broke away to breathe, leaning your forehead against his to stare into those brilliant blue eyes of his, it was a moment of peace between you two, and there was many more to come, so Prosciutto would just have to get used to that wretched bubblegum of yours.

Yeah. He could do that.

WEEK THREE: PROSCIUTTO!