Title: Dance; Team of Choice: Inter
Title: Dance
Author:
great_whatsit
Team of Choice: Inter
Prompt: Taste
Pairing: Christian Veiri/Pippo Inzaghi
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Lies.
Bobo’s eyes were closed as he danced, his natural awkwardness eased by the hypnotic confidence with which he moved. One arm snaked around his partner, pulling her body with his as the club throbbed around them.
Pippo could see traces of sweat glistening on Bobo’s face; he was sure he could smell him, even from across the room. Through a split-second gap in the crowd, he caught a glimpse of fingers moving against the girl’s hip; Pippo shifted absently, feeling those fingers on his own skin.
He found Bobo’s face again; the eyes had opened and were on his, unreadable.
Author:
great_whatsit
Team of Choice: Inter
Prompt: Taste
Pairing: Christian Veiri/Pippo Inzaghi
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Lies.
Bobo’s eyes were closed as he danced, his natural awkwardness eased by the hypnotic confidence with which he moved. One arm snaked around his partner, pulling her body with his as the club throbbed around them.
Pippo could see traces of sweat glistening on Bobo’s face; he was sure he could smell him, even from across the room. Through a split-second gap in the crowd, he caught a glimpse of fingers moving against the girl’s hip; Pippo shifted absently, feeling those fingers on his own skin.
He found Bobo’s face again; the eyes had opened and were on his, unreadable.