Dangerous Liaisons - CHAPTER 13 / 33 *Lovesexmagic*
Author: 
kitcountssouls
Rating: R Category: Drama
Characters: Various current and former Real Madrid and Barcelona football players. mainly Xavi tho; do check out tags for each chapter
Length: long story
Summary: she was a Madridista, he was a Cule. They struggled at first, only for their love to bloom. But when the secrets of her past resurface, will their passion save their relationship?
Disclaimer: all in my head, just my imagination. the photos i used for various characters and items are copyright of their authors. this fic contains product placement.
Authors Notes: inspired by Supertramp's Logical Song.
13. Lovesexmagic
~Xavi~
It was obvious to me that if I wanted to break Celia out of her cell, I would have to raise the intimacy level, move to the next level. I had never been too forward, in any of my past relationships, and moving on - round the bases, like the American kids would say - had come naturally, and simply. Yet, nothing in my relationship with her was simple.
Things came naturally and I think we were both ready to move further than mere kissing, but I still needed to be 100% she was truly up for it. I wanted her, but I could refrain my urges for as long as it took her to become comfortable. And that’s where lied my doubt, because I couldn’t tell if her weariness was a sign of shyness, of not being ready or was it just her natural state, to always hesitate and keep herself locked down.
I decided I had to take a leap of faith and prepare the way for something a little more intimate than hand holding and kissing on her doorstep. I was going to invite her at my place, for dinner.
So, later that evening, while we were savouring icecream for desert, I popped the question, building it gradually.
“Celia, we’re beginning to run out of new places to eat.”
“Haha, I guess we’ve never been anywhere twice.” Her eyes twinkled.
She was so beautiful, dressed in a plain white polo with skinny jeans. Even from the fashion sense point of view, we matched.
“So, I was thinking we could try something…different.” I smiled, rubbing her fingers in mine.
“Like what?” she wondered, with a sense of intrigue.
“Dinner at my place.”
Her half pleasantly surprised, half embarrassed smile was definitely engaging.
“Sure. We could prolong dinner for how long we want.” She grinned at me, certainly implying something.
This was simply awesome.
“Then it’s settled. Let’s just decide now what we want to actually eat….”
“Paella. I’ll come early and we can make it together?” she enquired, warming my heart.
“I’ll pick you up when you’re done then. And get the shopping done before.”
I had never been happier. For the first time since she had finally accepted to be with me, she was letting her guard down, she was eager to make plans and she was taking the initiative. I felt rewarded for my patience.
We ended the night on a high and took forever to say goodbye in front of her door, both pretty much exhilarated with what was about to happen the next day.
~Celina~
I was in a cloud, I was excited, anxious, nervous, scared, eager, all in one. I knew the moment had come, the moment when our union would be complete and I loved it that he had been so casual about it. And also hated it, because it made me so afraid, afraid to reveal that I had no idea what I was supposed to do.
I wanted him, for the first time I had managed to shed the tight skin of prudishness wrapped around me in the seven years at the Center and I was free to express my sexuality. And I was giddy to experience this with him, I knew it would be special.
Of course some issues arose: what to wear, what to do, how to tell David I was going to spend the night at Xavi’s, how to conceal my lack of experience…but mainly, what to wear. After an arduous search in the depths of the scarce content of my wardrobe, I decided on a simple dress, that I could wear at school and that wouldn’t look out of place for such a date, with comfortable flats.
The whole day was spent nearly day dreaming. I went to the library and tried to study Sophocles' Antigone, but the text would disappear from before my eyes, replaced by a gorgeous pair of brown eyes, so I decided to try finishing a story for my CW class.
That wasn't easily achievable either, as I noticed that my main character had Xavi's description and it made me giggle trying to imagine him as part of what I was writing.
Finally, time passed and I went outside, ready to be picked up. We drove silently to his place and made our way into the spotless kitchen.
“I'll give you the grand tour of the house afterwards?” he asked gently.
“Sure, now let's get to work.”
I was mainly hoping that having to dedicate ourselves to cooking an extremely elaborate dish using so many ingredients would take my mind off what would follow dinner. Not that it was scary, but I felt ridiculously uneasy.
I started scrubbing and debearding the mussels and clams, half a dozen each, while Xavi started cooking the pieces of chicken breast with olive oil, rosemary and other condiments in a skillet. This was definitely not a one man's job and while he seemed to know what he was doing, I was struggling with the clams.
“Need help?” he smiled at me as I tried to pull open a mussel, setting aside the pot.
I smiled shyly and his hands touched mine, holding the mollusc. We smiled at each other and we opened a few of them together, but after the second, it was more us rubbing our fingers together than actually working on the mussels, our eyes locked, and I was really feeling tingly*.
I no longer cared for cooking dinner, I just wanted to melt in his eyes, I was getting quite aroused from his touch, and I could feel he was too. I leaned in and kissed him, our hands wrapping around each other's bodies. The kiss prolonged and I could feel a fire ignite inside me.
He held me close, and after we broke the kiss it only took one look in each other's eyes to know where we needed to be. He wiped his hands on his apron and picking me up effortlessly, he took me to the bedroom.
He settled me on the bed, hovering above me just for how long it took him to untie the apron and discard it. Then we continued to kiss, and I could feel his hands on my body, setting it aflame with every of his touches. I could feel a weird numbness take over me, as I twirled my tongue inside his mouth, savouring the sensation it gave me.
My hands traveled up and down his back, but I was too nervous to take off his shirt, like I knew I should. I closed my eyes as his mouth left mine to move to my neck, where he placed such gentle kisses, mixed with soft bites that gave me goosebumps.
He slid his hand under my dress and lifted it, rolling it over my hips and then waist, gently sucking on my collarbone. I felt a wave of hotness sweep me when his hand settled between my legs, which I parted slowly. He began to caress me through the silk panties.
I knew I was hapless just laying there, while he did all the work, but I had no clue what I should do, it wasn't easy for me to get myself to do anything, not wanting to seem too forward only to show my lack of experience, and I was also way too aroused to think straight.
He pulled me up and we had eye contact for a second. I locked lips with him and suddenly feeling uninhibited, I sneaked a hand under his shirt. So he pulled the dress over my head, exposing me. Immediately, I drew my hand back and covered myself.
“Oh.” he looked at me, confused.
“I'm sorry. I...”
I was being lame.
“If you're not ready, we can stop.” he handed me the dress back.
“No...it's not that.”
I was confused myself. I knew I wanted it to happen, it was the right time, but on the other hand, it felt so weird, my heart was pounding in my chest, like I was almost scared.
“Wait, are you a virgin?” he asked, concern crawling in his voice.
Well, technically, I wasn't and he would know, once we went through with it, but since I had no physical memories of it happening, it was almost like I was. There it was, the moment when things would fall apart. Unless, unless I did something....
“No, it's just...been a long time...” I said and jumped on him, kissing him like my life depended on it.
He kissed me back and his hands settled on my back, unclasping the bra, discarding it, while I tried to remove his shirt. I was getting really nervous and it was beginning to show.
He stopped me.
“Celia, relax, don't bother with this, just relax and let me take care of things, OK?”
“OK.” I whispered.
He pulled me in his arms and cradled me. He whispered things I couldn't quite understand in my ear, soothing me. He lowered me once again on the bed and began to kiss a wet trail down my chest, nibbling my nipples softly.
As he wrapped his tongue around the hard nipple, while his hand sneaked in my panties and his fingers stared probing my entrance, I felt my brain go to mush, and nothing mattered anymore. A finger slid inside and I could feel opening up, getting ready to receive him inside me.
He took my panties off, caressing my legs while at it and then took off his shirt. I couldn't help but giggle, and I ran my fingers down his torso, while playfully smacking my lips, which seemed to make him shiver a bit.
“You little minx!” he said, settling between my legs and cupping my face to kiss me.
I giggled some more, feeling his erection, which didn't freak me out like I had imagined and he continued to kiss my body inch by inch, soon reaching the pubis, in my approving moans. I swear I saw stars before my eyes as he flicked his tongue between my folds, and when he began to suckle on the clit, I felt I was about to explode, which I did.
I had never known it could be so beautiful. I was breathing heavily and felt magically drained of any sort of bad thoughts. I remained in expectation, eyes closed, aware that he was getting ready for the main act. I felt a shiver course through me, but I shook it away and things became less startling when I felt his warm body on top of mine again.
I spread my legs and he kissed me passionately as he began entering me. He moved slowly, allowing me to get comfortable and soon I started swaying my hips to meet his thrusts, that got quicker then more shallow, until I realised he was synchronizing with my breath. I felt the orgasm build low in my stomach, like a door to a treasure cracking open very slowly.
I held him tight as the spasms of climaxing made my body shudder and I floated in the sensation of pure bliss. I was exhausted in the most pleasurable way, feeling my limbs both light and heavy, while my center pulsated.
I felt him thrust in me once more before climaxing as well, and we laid together, breathless and amazed.
Once our breaths returned to normal, he wrapped us in the cool sheets and we just looked at each other, adoringly. It had been so perfect, I never wanted to leave his bed, his embrace. If this was supposed to be forbidden, evil, a way to enslave women, then I was a criminal, a bad bad girl, and I clinked my shackles with pride.
“So, shall we get back to making dinner?”
There was a twinkle in his eye now and a devilish smile played on his lips.
“Nah, let's order out.....” I said, my hands reaching down his nether region.
The feeling of impending doom could wait, as now I was busy making some more magic with my Xavi.
* the cooking 'foreplay' is borrowed from the movie The Big Hit
kitcountssouls
Rating: R Category: Drama
Characters: Various current and former Real Madrid and Barcelona football players. mainly Xavi tho; do check out tags for each chapter
Length: long story
Summary: she was a Madridista, he was a Cule. They struggled at first, only for their love to bloom. But when the secrets of her past resurface, will their passion save their relationship?
Disclaimer: all in my head, just my imagination. the photos i used for various characters and items are copyright of their authors. this fic contains product placement.
Authors Notes: inspired by Supertramp's Logical Song.
13. Lovesexmagic
~Xavi~
It was obvious to me that if I wanted to break Celia out of her cell, I would have to raise the intimacy level, move to the next level. I had never been too forward, in any of my past relationships, and moving on - round the bases, like the American kids would say - had come naturally, and simply. Yet, nothing in my relationship with her was simple.
Things came naturally and I think we were both ready to move further than mere kissing, but I still needed to be 100% she was truly up for it. I wanted her, but I could refrain my urges for as long as it took her to become comfortable. And that’s where lied my doubt, because I couldn’t tell if her weariness was a sign of shyness, of not being ready or was it just her natural state, to always hesitate and keep herself locked down.
I decided I had to take a leap of faith and prepare the way for something a little more intimate than hand holding and kissing on her doorstep. I was going to invite her at my place, for dinner.
So, later that evening, while we were savouring icecream for desert, I popped the question, building it gradually.
“Celia, we’re beginning to run out of new places to eat.”
“Haha, I guess we’ve never been anywhere twice.” Her eyes twinkled.
She was so beautiful, dressed in a plain white polo with skinny jeans. Even from the fashion sense point of view, we matched.
“So, I was thinking we could try something…different.” I smiled, rubbing her fingers in mine.
“Like what?” she wondered, with a sense of intrigue.
“Dinner at my place.”
Her half pleasantly surprised, half embarrassed smile was definitely engaging.
“Sure. We could prolong dinner for how long we want.” She grinned at me, certainly implying something.
This was simply awesome.
“Then it’s settled. Let’s just decide now what we want to actually eat….”
“Paella. I’ll come early and we can make it together?” she enquired, warming my heart.
“I’ll pick you up when you’re done then. And get the shopping done before.”
I had never been happier. For the first time since she had finally accepted to be with me, she was letting her guard down, she was eager to make plans and she was taking the initiative. I felt rewarded for my patience.
We ended the night on a high and took forever to say goodbye in front of her door, both pretty much exhilarated with what was about to happen the next day.
~Celina~
I was in a cloud, I was excited, anxious, nervous, scared, eager, all in one. I knew the moment had come, the moment when our union would be complete and I loved it that he had been so casual about it. And also hated it, because it made me so afraid, afraid to reveal that I had no idea what I was supposed to do.
I wanted him, for the first time I had managed to shed the tight skin of prudishness wrapped around me in the seven years at the Center and I was free to express my sexuality. And I was giddy to experience this with him, I knew it would be special.
Of course some issues arose: what to wear, what to do, how to tell David I was going to spend the night at Xavi’s, how to conceal my lack of experience…but mainly, what to wear. After an arduous search in the depths of the scarce content of my wardrobe, I decided on a simple dress, that I could wear at school and that wouldn’t look out of place for such a date, with comfortable flats.
The whole day was spent nearly day dreaming. I went to the library and tried to study Sophocles' Antigone, but the text would disappear from before my eyes, replaced by a gorgeous pair of brown eyes, so I decided to try finishing a story for my CW class.
That wasn't easily achievable either, as I noticed that my main character had Xavi's description and it made me giggle trying to imagine him as part of what I was writing.
Finally, time passed and I went outside, ready to be picked up. We drove silently to his place and made our way into the spotless kitchen.
“I'll give you the grand tour of the house afterwards?” he asked gently.
“Sure, now let's get to work.”
I was mainly hoping that having to dedicate ourselves to cooking an extremely elaborate dish using so many ingredients would take my mind off what would follow dinner. Not that it was scary, but I felt ridiculously uneasy.
I started scrubbing and debearding the mussels and clams, half a dozen each, while Xavi started cooking the pieces of chicken breast with olive oil, rosemary and other condiments in a skillet. This was definitely not a one man's job and while he seemed to know what he was doing, I was struggling with the clams.
“Need help?” he smiled at me as I tried to pull open a mussel, setting aside the pot.
I smiled shyly and his hands touched mine, holding the mollusc. We smiled at each other and we opened a few of them together, but after the second, it was more us rubbing our fingers together than actually working on the mussels, our eyes locked, and I was really feeling tingly*.
I no longer cared for cooking dinner, I just wanted to melt in his eyes, I was getting quite aroused from his touch, and I could feel he was too. I leaned in and kissed him, our hands wrapping around each other's bodies. The kiss prolonged and I could feel a fire ignite inside me.
He held me close, and after we broke the kiss it only took one look in each other's eyes to know where we needed to be. He wiped his hands on his apron and picking me up effortlessly, he took me to the bedroom.
He settled me on the bed, hovering above me just for how long it took him to untie the apron and discard it. Then we continued to kiss, and I could feel his hands on my body, setting it aflame with every of his touches. I could feel a weird numbness take over me, as I twirled my tongue inside his mouth, savouring the sensation it gave me.
My hands traveled up and down his back, but I was too nervous to take off his shirt, like I knew I should. I closed my eyes as his mouth left mine to move to my neck, where he placed such gentle kisses, mixed with soft bites that gave me goosebumps.
He slid his hand under my dress and lifted it, rolling it over my hips and then waist, gently sucking on my collarbone. I felt a wave of hotness sweep me when his hand settled between my legs, which I parted slowly. He began to caress me through the silk panties.
I knew I was hapless just laying there, while he did all the work, but I had no clue what I should do, it wasn't easy for me to get myself to do anything, not wanting to seem too forward only to show my lack of experience, and I was also way too aroused to think straight.
He pulled me up and we had eye contact for a second. I locked lips with him and suddenly feeling uninhibited, I sneaked a hand under his shirt. So he pulled the dress over my head, exposing me. Immediately, I drew my hand back and covered myself.
“Oh.” he looked at me, confused.
“I'm sorry. I...”
I was being lame.
“If you're not ready, we can stop.” he handed me the dress back.
“No...it's not that.”
I was confused myself. I knew I wanted it to happen, it was the right time, but on the other hand, it felt so weird, my heart was pounding in my chest, like I was almost scared.
“Wait, are you a virgin?” he asked, concern crawling in his voice.
Well, technically, I wasn't and he would know, once we went through with it, but since I had no physical memories of it happening, it was almost like I was. There it was, the moment when things would fall apart. Unless, unless I did something....
“No, it's just...been a long time...” I said and jumped on him, kissing him like my life depended on it.
He kissed me back and his hands settled on my back, unclasping the bra, discarding it, while I tried to remove his shirt. I was getting really nervous and it was beginning to show.
He stopped me.
“Celia, relax, don't bother with this, just relax and let me take care of things, OK?”
“OK.” I whispered.
He pulled me in his arms and cradled me. He whispered things I couldn't quite understand in my ear, soothing me. He lowered me once again on the bed and began to kiss a wet trail down my chest, nibbling my nipples softly.
As he wrapped his tongue around the hard nipple, while his hand sneaked in my panties and his fingers stared probing my entrance, I felt my brain go to mush, and nothing mattered anymore. A finger slid inside and I could feel opening up, getting ready to receive him inside me.
He took my panties off, caressing my legs while at it and then took off his shirt. I couldn't help but giggle, and I ran my fingers down his torso, while playfully smacking my lips, which seemed to make him shiver a bit.
“You little minx!” he said, settling between my legs and cupping my face to kiss me.
I giggled some more, feeling his erection, which didn't freak me out like I had imagined and he continued to kiss my body inch by inch, soon reaching the pubis, in my approving moans. I swear I saw stars before my eyes as he flicked his tongue between my folds, and when he began to suckle on the clit, I felt I was about to explode, which I did.
I had never known it could be so beautiful. I was breathing heavily and felt magically drained of any sort of bad thoughts. I remained in expectation, eyes closed, aware that he was getting ready for the main act. I felt a shiver course through me, but I shook it away and things became less startling when I felt his warm body on top of mine again.
I spread my legs and he kissed me passionately as he began entering me. He moved slowly, allowing me to get comfortable and soon I started swaying my hips to meet his thrusts, that got quicker then more shallow, until I realised he was synchronizing with my breath. I felt the orgasm build low in my stomach, like a door to a treasure cracking open very slowly.
I held him tight as the spasms of climaxing made my body shudder and I floated in the sensation of pure bliss. I was exhausted in the most pleasurable way, feeling my limbs both light and heavy, while my center pulsated.
I felt him thrust in me once more before climaxing as well, and we laid together, breathless and amazed.
Once our breaths returned to normal, he wrapped us in the cool sheets and we just looked at each other, adoringly. It had been so perfect, I never wanted to leave his bed, his embrace. If this was supposed to be forbidden, evil, a way to enslave women, then I was a criminal, a bad bad girl, and I clinked my shackles with pride.
“So, shall we get back to making dinner?”
There was a twinkle in his eye now and a devilish smile played on his lips.
“Nah, let's order out.....” I said, my hands reaching down his nether region.
The feeling of impending doom could wait, as now I was busy making some more magic with my Xavi.
* the cooking 'foreplay' is borrowed from the movie The Big Hit