Ok, so this is my first drabble in a while:
Title: Excuse
Pairing Andrea Pirlo/Paolo Maldini
Rating: PG(-13), maybe?
Prompt: [thirty three]
Team of choice: Atalanta
Andrea sat up, a little too abruptly. He reached for the shirt that he had thrown carelessly across the room only a little while ago.
- I should go. Deborah will be worried.
The silly excuse was met only with a purring laugh and an arm around his waist, preventing him from leaving.
- Deborah doesn't even know you're here. Come now.
The grip tightened and Andrea leant back into the embrace. A kiss on his neck made him suppress a moan - one that quickly turned into a needy whisper.
"Paolo. Please…"
Tomorrow. Tomorrow he'd have to think of an excuse.