Title: Too Ophelia
Author: caydelaura
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Dignity
Pairing: Filippo Inzaghi / Paolo Maldini
Rating: G
Notes: For
finnygan (I still owe you Pippo and Sandro, but these two insisted I write them as an excuse for my tardiness first)
“You have to be kidding me, Pippo. I’m not getting in there. Pout all you like.”
Filippo didn’t respond, just pressed a soft kiss against Paolo’s lips, then pulled back, grinning, knowing it would at least annoy his captain, if nothing else.
“You still owe me for that night in Roma, you know.”
And so Paolo Maldini stepped into the boat, regretting it the moment (the first moment of leaving shore, really) that it tipped over and he got a good gallon of filthy water down his throat, flailing, looking like a drowned rat (at least, Pippo joined his fate.)
Title: Hurt
Author: caydelaura
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Dignity
Pairing: Ruud van Nistelrooy / Cristiano Ronaldo
Rating: G
Notes: For
pint_of_shame , with all my love.
“Ah, that smirk. Don’t even try it on me, Ronaldo.”
“But you do respond so wonderfully to everything I do, Ruud.” Cristiano steps closer, pulls on Ruud’s half-opened shirt until their chests brush against each other. “You know, it doesn’t hurt as bad as everyone claims. Sissies. All of them. You don’t want that to be said about you, do you.”
“Another smirk, Ronaldo. Not working.”
Cris ghosts a hand down Ruud’s torso, dropping his voice to a husky whisper. “You know I’ll be your reward.”
And so, Cris’s confidential cosmetologist was introduced to Ruud van Nistelrooy and his chest.
Title: Dress code
Author: caydelaura
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Dignity
Pairing: Dejan Stankovic, José Mourinho
Rating: G
Notes: For
bustedflush for supplying me with guilty Inter pleasure and bringing out the Deki muses. *hugs* Also, this is AU, set in a (better) world where José Mourinho trains the Inter guys.
Another bad day, with that smug, entirely too infuriating Serb around who drew snickers by insisting that overcoats in September were one layer too much.
So José left for his car, not pleased to see said Serb lean against it.
“Sorry. That was a bit too much.”
“Well, Mr Stankovic, I expect you to perform on the pitch. I won’t be telling you how to perfom off it.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want though.”
(A few hours later José agrees that under certain circumstances, his overcoat is too much. As are suit, shirt, underwear. Anything but his tie, really.)