The Morning After
Title: The Morning After
Characters & Pairing: Iker Casillas/OFC; mentions various Spain NT players
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 056. Breakfast
Word Count: 1, 453
Disclaimer: If it were true I’d be spending all my time with Iker instead of watching him on TV.
A/N: This one didn’t end up at all how I had originally wanted it to. It was supposed to be cheerful like the others and it didn’t end that way but I’m not disappointed in it because I think it’s better this way.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I look over to the bed where Emilia is still curled up in the sheets, hugging my pillow close to her chest. I smile softly, hating to wake her up when she looks so peaceful. Sitting down on the bed beside her, I run my fingers gently through her long hair and kiss her cheek. She stirs for a moment but then snuggles further into my pillow, inhaling deeply and sighing peacefully.
“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” I whisper in her ear, kissing her temple. “The guys will eat all the food if you don’t wake up. Even the pancakes.”
“Pancakes?” Emilia mumbles groggily, her stomach winning over her need for sleep.
“Yeah, a whole stack drowning in maple syrup,” I practically purr, trying to seduce her out of the bed with talk of her favorite breakfast dish.
“I’m up. I’m up,” Emilia says, pushing him out of the way so she can get out of bed and storm into the bathroom for a quick shower.
“Ready?” I ask, looking up from the couch when the bathroom door opens and an alluring scent sends my senses through a tailspin.
Emilia nods, grabbing my hand in hers and leading the way to the elevators. When we reach the dining room where all the guys are already sitting down and enjoying their breakfast she instantly lets go of my hand. David suddenly starts clapping loudly and soon the rest of them join in on the applause. I exchange a confused glance with Emilia before she shrugs and moves towards the line to get her pancakes. I glare at my teammates until they shut up and then join her in the line. She sits down at the table with Xabi, David, Sergio, Nando, and Cesc, and I sit beside her a moment later.
“Good morning,” Emilia mumbles, buttering her pancakes before drowning them in maple syrup.
“Morning,” they all chirp back cheerfully, exchanging wide grins.
Frowning at them in confusion, I take a bite from my scrambled eggs before stealing a piece of pancake from Emilia’s plate. She in turn slaps my hand away and mock glares at me. I grin unrepentantly, winking playfully as I steal another bite from her plate. She takes a strip of bacon off my plate in revenge and smiles impishly before popping it into her mouth. The others watch the interplay between us until David clears his throat.
“Sleep well last night?” David asks, glancing between the two of us interestedly.
I nod, sighing contently. “Best night I’ve had in a while.”
“I bet,” Cesc mumbles under his breath, and Emilia frowns. “How about you, Emmy?”
“Iker kept me awake most of the night,” Emilia complains, pouting into her coffee.
“That’s my captain,” Sergio laughs, pumping Iker’s fist while Nando and Villa slap him on the back.
“Did it feel like a divine miracle?” Xabi teases, taking a sip from his coffee.
Emilia takes it out of his hands and sniffs it for a moment. “It doesn’t smell like alcohol.”
“I am not drunk,” Xabi protests with an offended gasp, stealing his coffee back.
“Seems like you’re all drunk or high on something this morning,” Emilia murmurs, tucking back into her breakfast.
“You know for someone who got laid last night you seem grouchier than when you go without,” Sergio says from across the table.
Emilia chokes on the sausage in her mouth and I pat her back gently. “What did you say?”
“Well didn’t you guys sleep together last night?” Fernando asks, frowning in confusion.
“Yes, we slept in the same room because I gave my room to the two of you,” I remind them.
“David said he heard you guys fucking last night,” Sergio says bluntly, and all eyes turn to David accusingly.
“What?” Emilia whispers barely audible at the same time I reply, “We’re nothing more than friends. Why would we be having sex?”
“I heard gasps and laughter so I just assumed…” David trails off sheepishly; staring at Emilia’s dejected face.
The rest of the table grows silent and I look around at all of them in confusion but all eyes are on Emilia. I look down at her then and when she meets my eyes she musters up a smile that even I can tell is a fake one.
“Que tonto, Guaje,” Emilia says with no real anger behind her words. “Don’t you think if I was laughing while having sex with Iker that wouldn’t speak very highly of Iker’s,” she pauses to travel her eyes up and down my body, “prowess or equipment?”
Cesc hides his laughter in his coffee cup but I still notice his shoulders shaking with mirth while David looks down at his plate, trying to think of something to say. “I just thought maybe it was fun or relief.”
“Or maybe giggles are the sex noises you make,” Cesc ventures, wrapping his arm around the back of her chair.
Emilia leans into Cesc, whispering inches away from his face, “I can assure you, Cescito, that laughter is the farthest thing from the kind of sex noises I make.”
“Prove it,” Cesc taunts with a mischievous smile.
I lean over Emilia, crushing her between both of our bodies so that I can slap Cesc upside the head. Cesc winces when my big hand collides with the back of his head and Emilia pushes me back into my chair with a glare, her hand moving to rub the back of Cesc’s head.
“I just think you’re too hermosa to be alone, Emmy,” Cesc explains sheepishly and Emilia smiles at him in return.
“Thank you, Cescito,” Emilia replies, placing a peck on his cheek. “But I’m happy being alone and with good friends than being in bad company.”
“Hey! I take offense to that,” I complain, frowning at her gentleness with Cesc. After all this whole conversation had started because they thought we were having sex the night before. So does she prefer being alone than being with me?
“You’re part of the good friends, tonto,” Emilia says softly, turning her smile on me and I instantly feel better. “Not the bad company.”
Emilia tucks back into her food, ending further conversation about my teammates assumptions from the night before. Cesc stares at Emilia adoringly and I find myself glaring at him until he notices. He gulps and quickly finds a distraction with his food. Conversation flows normally for the rest of the meal until Aragonés announces that we are to finish getting ready so we can be on the bus for training in another fifteen minutes.
“I’ll see you guys tonight,” Emilia says, pushing back from the table and excusing herself. “Have a good training.”
We all frown up at her but it’s Xabi who says, “You’re not coming to watch us train?”
“No, I actually thought I would do some sightseeing today,” Emilia explains, flashing a small smile. I realize that ever since our earlier conversation began all of her smiles have been forced, because I can see now that they don’t reach her eyes.
“By yourself?” I ask, grabbing hold of her hand and entwining our fingers so she can’t walk away. “Why don’t you wait until we get out of training and then I can go with you? That way you’re not alone in a city you barely know.”
Emilia sighs softly, cupping my cheek with her warm hand. “I’m a big girl, mi gordo, I’ll be fine and I’ll be back for dinner.”
I didn’t know what else to say has she waved goodbye to everyone and turned away from the table. Everyone was silent for a long moment and Emilia had almost made it to the door when Sergio called to her, “Emilia…”
Her shoulders tense and she straightens her back, but she still turns back, looking at him in question.
Sergio looks as if he’s lost his thought and has no idea why he called her in the first place so David clasps his shoulder and meets Emilia’s eyes. “We’re sorry if we offended you earlier with us assuming you and Iker had sex.” Obviously they thought that was the reason she wasn’t going to watch us train like she usually does.
“I’m fine. It was an honest mistake on your part,” Emilia replies softly, mustering a smile for him, which he returns gently. “But like Iker said: We’re nothing more than friends. Why would we be having sex?”
Emilia walks away before anyone else can get a word in and I’m left reeling from her last statement. I had said that. But why was it that when those same words passed through her lips I felt a sharp pang in my chest?
Characters & Pairing: Iker Casillas/OFC; mentions various Spain NT players
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 056. Breakfast
Word Count: 1, 453
Disclaimer: If it were true I’d be spending all my time with Iker instead of watching him on TV.
A/N: This one didn’t end up at all how I had originally wanted it to. It was supposed to be cheerful like the others and it didn’t end that way but I’m not disappointed in it because I think it’s better this way.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I look over to the bed where Emilia is still curled up in the sheets, hugging my pillow close to her chest. I smile softly, hating to wake her up when she looks so peaceful. Sitting down on the bed beside her, I run my fingers gently through her long hair and kiss her cheek. She stirs for a moment but then snuggles further into my pillow, inhaling deeply and sighing peacefully.
“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” I whisper in her ear, kissing her temple. “The guys will eat all the food if you don’t wake up. Even the pancakes.”
“Pancakes?” Emilia mumbles groggily, her stomach winning over her need for sleep.
“Yeah, a whole stack drowning in maple syrup,” I practically purr, trying to seduce her out of the bed with talk of her favorite breakfast dish.
“I’m up. I’m up,” Emilia says, pushing him out of the way so she can get out of bed and storm into the bathroom for a quick shower.
“Ready?” I ask, looking up from the couch when the bathroom door opens and an alluring scent sends my senses through a tailspin.
Emilia nods, grabbing my hand in hers and leading the way to the elevators. When we reach the dining room where all the guys are already sitting down and enjoying their breakfast she instantly lets go of my hand. David suddenly starts clapping loudly and soon the rest of them join in on the applause. I exchange a confused glance with Emilia before she shrugs and moves towards the line to get her pancakes. I glare at my teammates until they shut up and then join her in the line. She sits down at the table with Xabi, David, Sergio, Nando, and Cesc, and I sit beside her a moment later.
“Good morning,” Emilia mumbles, buttering her pancakes before drowning them in maple syrup.
“Morning,” they all chirp back cheerfully, exchanging wide grins.
Frowning at them in confusion, I take a bite from my scrambled eggs before stealing a piece of pancake from Emilia’s plate. She in turn slaps my hand away and mock glares at me. I grin unrepentantly, winking playfully as I steal another bite from her plate. She takes a strip of bacon off my plate in revenge and smiles impishly before popping it into her mouth. The others watch the interplay between us until David clears his throat.
“Sleep well last night?” David asks, glancing between the two of us interestedly.
I nod, sighing contently. “Best night I’ve had in a while.”
“I bet,” Cesc mumbles under his breath, and Emilia frowns. “How about you, Emmy?”
“Iker kept me awake most of the night,” Emilia complains, pouting into her coffee.
“That’s my captain,” Sergio laughs, pumping Iker’s fist while Nando and Villa slap him on the back.
“Did it feel like a divine miracle?” Xabi teases, taking a sip from his coffee.
Emilia takes it out of his hands and sniffs it for a moment. “It doesn’t smell like alcohol.”
“I am not drunk,” Xabi protests with an offended gasp, stealing his coffee back.
“Seems like you’re all drunk or high on something this morning,” Emilia murmurs, tucking back into her breakfast.
“You know for someone who got laid last night you seem grouchier than when you go without,” Sergio says from across the table.
Emilia chokes on the sausage in her mouth and I pat her back gently. “What did you say?”
“Well didn’t you guys sleep together last night?” Fernando asks, frowning in confusion.
“Yes, we slept in the same room because I gave my room to the two of you,” I remind them.
“David said he heard you guys fucking last night,” Sergio says bluntly, and all eyes turn to David accusingly.
“What?” Emilia whispers barely audible at the same time I reply, “We’re nothing more than friends. Why would we be having sex?”
“I heard gasps and laughter so I just assumed…” David trails off sheepishly; staring at Emilia’s dejected face.
The rest of the table grows silent and I look around at all of them in confusion but all eyes are on Emilia. I look down at her then and when she meets my eyes she musters up a smile that even I can tell is a fake one.
“Que tonto, Guaje,” Emilia says with no real anger behind her words. “Don’t you think if I was laughing while having sex with Iker that wouldn’t speak very highly of Iker’s,” she pauses to travel her eyes up and down my body, “prowess or equipment?”
Cesc hides his laughter in his coffee cup but I still notice his shoulders shaking with mirth while David looks down at his plate, trying to think of something to say. “I just thought maybe it was fun or relief.”
“Or maybe giggles are the sex noises you make,” Cesc ventures, wrapping his arm around the back of her chair.
Emilia leans into Cesc, whispering inches away from his face, “I can assure you, Cescito, that laughter is the farthest thing from the kind of sex noises I make.”
“Prove it,” Cesc taunts with a mischievous smile.
I lean over Emilia, crushing her between both of our bodies so that I can slap Cesc upside the head. Cesc winces when my big hand collides with the back of his head and Emilia pushes me back into my chair with a glare, her hand moving to rub the back of Cesc’s head.
“I just think you’re too hermosa to be alone, Emmy,” Cesc explains sheepishly and Emilia smiles at him in return.
“Thank you, Cescito,” Emilia replies, placing a peck on his cheek. “But I’m happy being alone and with good friends than being in bad company.”
“Hey! I take offense to that,” I complain, frowning at her gentleness with Cesc. After all this whole conversation had started because they thought we were having sex the night before. So does she prefer being alone than being with me?
“You’re part of the good friends, tonto,” Emilia says softly, turning her smile on me and I instantly feel better. “Not the bad company.”
Emilia tucks back into her food, ending further conversation about my teammates assumptions from the night before. Cesc stares at Emilia adoringly and I find myself glaring at him until he notices. He gulps and quickly finds a distraction with his food. Conversation flows normally for the rest of the meal until Aragonés announces that we are to finish getting ready so we can be on the bus for training in another fifteen minutes.
“I’ll see you guys tonight,” Emilia says, pushing back from the table and excusing herself. “Have a good training.”
We all frown up at her but it’s Xabi who says, “You’re not coming to watch us train?”
“No, I actually thought I would do some sightseeing today,” Emilia explains, flashing a small smile. I realize that ever since our earlier conversation began all of her smiles have been forced, because I can see now that they don’t reach her eyes.
“By yourself?” I ask, grabbing hold of her hand and entwining our fingers so she can’t walk away. “Why don’t you wait until we get out of training and then I can go with you? That way you’re not alone in a city you barely know.”
Emilia sighs softly, cupping my cheek with her warm hand. “I’m a big girl, mi gordo, I’ll be fine and I’ll be back for dinner.”
I didn’t know what else to say has she waved goodbye to everyone and turned away from the table. Everyone was silent for a long moment and Emilia had almost made it to the door when Sergio called to her, “Emilia…”
Her shoulders tense and she straightens her back, but she still turns back, looking at him in question.
Sergio looks as if he’s lost his thought and has no idea why he called her in the first place so David clasps his shoulder and meets Emilia’s eyes. “We’re sorry if we offended you earlier with us assuming you and Iker had sex.” Obviously they thought that was the reason she wasn’t going to watch us train like she usually does.
“I’m fine. It was an honest mistake on your part,” Emilia replies softly, mustering a smile for him, which he returns gently. “But like Iker said: We’re nothing more than friends. Why would we be having sex?”
Emilia walks away before anyone else can get a word in and I’m left reeling from her last statement. I had said that. But why was it that when those same words passed through her lips I felt a sharp pang in my chest?