This Scandalous Life - CHAPTER 2 / 20
Author: original idea and plot by devioussoul10 and kitty69lover eventually written by kitty69lover !
Rating: NC-17: containing mild slash smut, het smut, femslash smut
and other crazy sexual things
Category: it's a romantic drama, with a pinch of humour,
Characters: there's a plethora of footballers, from Ligue 1 and La Liga. for plot security reasons, the characters will not be revealed right now, but when they make their appearance
i.e. check under the cut.
Length: mid-length story, 20 chapters
Summary: Wag that has it all comes across the world of slash. fleeing from her broken home, she embarks on a quest to find true love, of course for a man that isn't gay, while losing her head and path several times.
Beta: no-one.
Disclaimer: i do not own the footballers in this story, nor their families. this is completely made up and quite AU too.
Authors Notes: this is not my idea, i'm just writing it. for plot issues, address devioussoul10. the writing is mine, so you can correct mistakes and all. The taglines are all taken from IMDb.
2.
Location: Rennes
Date: April 04, 2011
Tagline: “An explanation. How could you do this to me? I thought we were gonna be normal.”
Characters: Mike, Carlos & Fiona
“Here, let me get that for you!” his voice spoke up from way too close for her liking.
Fiona was shaking and in this distressed situation, she was trying to open a can of Cafe latte, that she had taken from the fridge.
“Don't touch me.” she said, moving out of his reach.
She didn't want to look at him, she couldn't.
“Seriously, Fiona, you'll never be able to open that. Let me.” he spoke as calm as he could, given the situation.
“Maybe she should have a tea instead. Don't think an energizer is what she needs right now.” Mike's voice said.
Fiona turned around to face the two men, dropping the can to the floor. Carlos was wearing his bathrobe and Mike her's, looking ridiculous with the too short sleeves.
She averted her eyes from their sight immediately. She had stopped shaking, but now she was battling tears, tears she did not want to cry.
“Maybe you should sit down.”
“Don't tell me what to do!” she yelled.
“Sorry. I know this is a horrible thing for you to come home to. I never wanted you to find out this way. Never.”
“I'll make some tea. Chamomile.” Michael commented and busied himself over the stove with a pot and then looking for teabags in the cabinet.
She tried to look away, but the overwhelming shock made her prone to the oddest reactions. She started laughing hysterically seeing Mike in her robe, making tea, like it was just another usual Sunday morning. Him and Carlos looked like a couple to her now, while she was the odd one out.
She sat on a chair by the kitchen island, laughing and laughing, tears streaming down her face, while the two men just watched her and exchanged worried looks. Finally, tea was done and a steaming mug was placed in front of her.
“I guess you deserve an explanation.”
She remained quiet, dipping the teabag and staring at the table.
“Mike and I...we've been together for a while now. We're in love. We're bisexual. We were together before you and I met. And well, being bisexual...let's just say you have more emotional freedom than people that have one sexual orientation. I do love you, truly, you're the only woman I ever loved and if it's crossed your mind, let me assuage this fear, no you're not just a cover. I fell in love with you. But I love Mike too.”
Fiona finally sipped her tea and looked at them.
“And you thought, heck, why not, I'll marry this woman I love, keep her in the dark about the other side of me, pretend we're normal, while I shagged my boyfriend on the down low?”
“Well. No, not exactly.”
“Oh, let me guess. You befriended me to it'd be even less conspicuous? You wanted to have all the important people in your life connected?”
“I really like you.” Mike spoke to her directly for the first time. “There's nothing forced about our friendship, at least not on my part. It was not a ploy, you'll have to trust me.....”
“Like I trusted you that you won't fuck my husband?”
“Easy. Let's not go down that path. There was never any sort of element of cruelty involved. Yes, I thought I could have my cake and eat it too, but that was it.”
“If it helps, I always thought it wasn't the smartest idea to keep you in the dark. It was obvious that one day you'll find out. Especially with the rumours flying by lately.”
“Rumours? What rumours?”
“Well, let's just say that what you've seen us do is nothing unusual. And by that, I don't mean two men having sex, or homosexuality in general. I mean sex between teammates is the norm.”
Fiona choked on her tea and she needed two minutes of coughing to recover.
“Yeah, homosexuality or bisexuality in footie teams, or any team for that matter, is nothing unheard of. Most teams have at least a couple. These things have been happening for ages, ever since team sports were invented. But rumours became more and more substantiated since homosexuality was legalized and became socially accepted.”
“Of course, don't imagine we're any step closer to have a teammates couple come out of the closet than we were in the 50s, but at least said couples don't have to hide within their teams. Which is still something!”
“So, this means I'm the laughing stock of the USMNT locker room? The Rennes one too?” she wondered bitterly.
“No Fiona, cause you're not a cover WAG. They know I'm bisexual and that my relationship with you is genuine.”
“Oh I see. How sweet.” she replied with all the sarcasm she could muster.
“Don't take this the wrong way....
“The way you do?” she bit back, getting up from the chair.
“Now now.”
“This is something HORRIBLE for any woman to find out. I have no issues with homosexuality, but my own husband?”
“I'm bi hun.”
“Right, that really makes a difference now.”
“Well, I know it makes no difference to you. But surely, there is one. There's fully gay players too. And some of them are married too.”
“Like who?”
“Don't think we can disclose this.”
They all sat gazing unfocused, the two men on the same side of the island, while Fiona was on the opposite. She felt so tired and disappointed. She was still shocked and even if she sort of understood the phenomenon, men sharing a locker room, forming a bond that sometimes went beyond the professional level, she just couldn't grasp why it was happening to her.
Catching your husband with his mistress was bad, awful, especially if there had been no signs of conjugal issues, but finding him with his long term boyfriend...that was simply nerve wrecking.
“So...you two have been erm, going steady for a while now?”
“Yes, you could say that. We were always careful. We always met when you were away or when we were naturally supposed to be in the same place together...even now, this wasn't supposed to happen. You've returned 2 days early. What happened?”
“Oh...” Fiona sighed.
Suddenly her stupid argument with her brother seemed so petty and pathetic. She couldn't help but wonder if now, knowing this, would she have preferred to not act on impulse and leave Sevilla to catch her husband blowing another man, or just counted to 100 or 1000 and remained there, and never discovered that her marriage, without being a sham - as he assured her - was somewhat of a sad joke on her.
She didn't want to think about it.
“It's nothing.”
“Are you all right? Are you gonna be all right?” Carlos asked, and there was genuine concern in his voice.
“I dunno. I am still trying to process all of this. And erase the mental image I have of you.”
“I still love you. And I always have.”
“But you love Mike too.”
There was silence. She had to take a decision. And she knew that remaining in the same house, city even, with Carlos, would probably wear her out. She needed peace of mind and a quiet place to think.
“I can't stay.” she said after a while.
Carlos nodded. He looked sad but understanding.
“We - I - need some time out. This is all so confusing.”
Without saying anything else, she got up, put the half empty mug in the sink, and walked out of the kitchen. She walked straight to the front door and picking her suitcase, that had remained there like an omen of the things to come, she walked out the door.
She had many other things to decide, but one thing she knew for sure. Her destination.
Rating: NC-17: containing mild slash smut, het smut, femslash smut
and other crazy sexual things
Category: it's a romantic drama, with a pinch of humour,
Characters: there's a plethora of footballers, from Ligue 1 and La Liga. for plot security reasons, the characters will not be revealed right now, but when they make their appearance
i.e. check under the cut.
Length: mid-length story, 20 chapters
Summary: Wag that has it all comes across the world of slash. fleeing from her broken home, she embarks on a quest to find true love, of course for a man that isn't gay, while losing her head and path several times.
Beta: no-one.
Disclaimer: i do not own the footballers in this story, nor their families. this is completely made up and quite AU too.
Authors Notes: this is not my idea, i'm just writing it. for plot issues, address devioussoul10. the writing is mine, so you can correct mistakes and all. The taglines are all taken from IMDb.
2.
Location: Rennes
Date: April 04, 2011
Tagline: “An explanation. How could you do this to me? I thought we were gonna be normal.”
Characters: Mike, Carlos & Fiona
“Here, let me get that for you!” his voice spoke up from way too close for her liking.
Fiona was shaking and in this distressed situation, she was trying to open a can of Cafe latte, that she had taken from the fridge.
“Don't touch me.” she said, moving out of his reach.
She didn't want to look at him, she couldn't.
“Seriously, Fiona, you'll never be able to open that. Let me.” he spoke as calm as he could, given the situation.
“Maybe she should have a tea instead. Don't think an energizer is what she needs right now.” Mike's voice said.
Fiona turned around to face the two men, dropping the can to the floor. Carlos was wearing his bathrobe and Mike her's, looking ridiculous with the too short sleeves.
She averted her eyes from their sight immediately. She had stopped shaking, but now she was battling tears, tears she did not want to cry.
“Maybe you should sit down.”
“Don't tell me what to do!” she yelled.
“Sorry. I know this is a horrible thing for you to come home to. I never wanted you to find out this way. Never.”
“I'll make some tea. Chamomile.” Michael commented and busied himself over the stove with a pot and then looking for teabags in the cabinet.
She tried to look away, but the overwhelming shock made her prone to the oddest reactions. She started laughing hysterically seeing Mike in her robe, making tea, like it was just another usual Sunday morning. Him and Carlos looked like a couple to her now, while she was the odd one out.
She sat on a chair by the kitchen island, laughing and laughing, tears streaming down her face, while the two men just watched her and exchanged worried looks. Finally, tea was done and a steaming mug was placed in front of her.
“I guess you deserve an explanation.”
She remained quiet, dipping the teabag and staring at the table.
“Mike and I...we've been together for a while now. We're in love. We're bisexual. We were together before you and I met. And well, being bisexual...let's just say you have more emotional freedom than people that have one sexual orientation. I do love you, truly, you're the only woman I ever loved and if it's crossed your mind, let me assuage this fear, no you're not just a cover. I fell in love with you. But I love Mike too.”
Fiona finally sipped her tea and looked at them.
“And you thought, heck, why not, I'll marry this woman I love, keep her in the dark about the other side of me, pretend we're normal, while I shagged my boyfriend on the down low?”
“Well. No, not exactly.”
“Oh, let me guess. You befriended me to it'd be even less conspicuous? You wanted to have all the important people in your life connected?”
“I really like you.” Mike spoke to her directly for the first time. “There's nothing forced about our friendship, at least not on my part. It was not a ploy, you'll have to trust me.....”
“Like I trusted you that you won't fuck my husband?”
“Easy. Let's not go down that path. There was never any sort of element of cruelty involved. Yes, I thought I could have my cake and eat it too, but that was it.”
“If it helps, I always thought it wasn't the smartest idea to keep you in the dark. It was obvious that one day you'll find out. Especially with the rumours flying by lately.”
“Rumours? What rumours?”
“Well, let's just say that what you've seen us do is nothing unusual. And by that, I don't mean two men having sex, or homosexuality in general. I mean sex between teammates is the norm.”
Fiona choked on her tea and she needed two minutes of coughing to recover.
“Yeah, homosexuality or bisexuality in footie teams, or any team for that matter, is nothing unheard of. Most teams have at least a couple. These things have been happening for ages, ever since team sports were invented. But rumours became more and more substantiated since homosexuality was legalized and became socially accepted.”
“Of course, don't imagine we're any step closer to have a teammates couple come out of the closet than we were in the 50s, but at least said couples don't have to hide within their teams. Which is still something!”
“So, this means I'm the laughing stock of the USMNT locker room? The Rennes one too?” she wondered bitterly.
“No Fiona, cause you're not a cover WAG. They know I'm bisexual and that my relationship with you is genuine.”
“Oh I see. How sweet.” she replied with all the sarcasm she could muster.
“Don't take this the wrong way....
“The way you do?” she bit back, getting up from the chair.
“Now now.”
“This is something HORRIBLE for any woman to find out. I have no issues with homosexuality, but my own husband?”
“I'm bi hun.”
“Right, that really makes a difference now.”
“Well, I know it makes no difference to you. But surely, there is one. There's fully gay players too. And some of them are married too.”
“Like who?”
“Don't think we can disclose this.”
They all sat gazing unfocused, the two men on the same side of the island, while Fiona was on the opposite. She felt so tired and disappointed. She was still shocked and even if she sort of understood the phenomenon, men sharing a locker room, forming a bond that sometimes went beyond the professional level, she just couldn't grasp why it was happening to her.
Catching your husband with his mistress was bad, awful, especially if there had been no signs of conjugal issues, but finding him with his long term boyfriend...that was simply nerve wrecking.
“So...you two have been erm, going steady for a while now?”
“Yes, you could say that. We were always careful. We always met when you were away or when we were naturally supposed to be in the same place together...even now, this wasn't supposed to happen. You've returned 2 days early. What happened?”
“Oh...” Fiona sighed.
Suddenly her stupid argument with her brother seemed so petty and pathetic. She couldn't help but wonder if now, knowing this, would she have preferred to not act on impulse and leave Sevilla to catch her husband blowing another man, or just counted to 100 or 1000 and remained there, and never discovered that her marriage, without being a sham - as he assured her - was somewhat of a sad joke on her.
She didn't want to think about it.
“It's nothing.”
“Are you all right? Are you gonna be all right?” Carlos asked, and there was genuine concern in his voice.
“I dunno. I am still trying to process all of this. And erase the mental image I have of you.”
“I still love you. And I always have.”
“But you love Mike too.”
There was silence. She had to take a decision. And she knew that remaining in the same house, city even, with Carlos, would probably wear her out. She needed peace of mind and a quiet place to think.
“I can't stay.” she said after a while.
Carlos nodded. He looked sad but understanding.
“We - I - need some time out. This is all so confusing.”
Without saying anything else, she got up, put the half empty mug in the sink, and walked out of the kitchen. She walked straight to the front door and picking her suitcase, that had remained there like an omen of the things to come, she walked out the door.
She had many other things to decide, but one thing she knew for sure. Her destination.