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Title: Safe(1/?)
Rating: NC-15- mentions of well... you know what lol
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/ Dimitar Berbatov
Disclaimer: If this is real, then I'm a life long Chelsea supporter.....
Author's Notes: This may be the start of a series? This is a little ficlet.... aka a mini fic
Comments: If you would be so kind
You stare at him across the Carrington training pitch. His laugh is infectious, the whole team has taken to him instantly. That could be down to the fact that he's so laid back, and has an awesome sense of humor. Personally, you like his eyes the most. They're a bluey-green color. They suck you in, pulling you deeper and deeper into his world. You lock eyes for a second, you're transfixed. Surprisingly, you don't know why, he has no features that you'd call striking, though his eyes have something about them.
On a rainy Saturday, you're up against Blackburn Rovers at Ewood park, traditionally they've been a difficult team. Your record against them had been poor over the past few seasons. Though as a United player, you were determined to go there and make an impact. It was still strange to see your name on the back of a United shirt, yet as you looked at it in front of you, it stared back proudly. "Berbatov"
You cast your nerves and thoughts to the side, and pulled the jersey over your head. Flashing a smile at him, you walked out onto the Ewood park pitch, it was raining hard, you watched as a drop of rain ran down the side of his face. You heard the shrill cry of the referee's whistle as the match got under way.
Frantic challenges, everything made trickier by the fact that the rain was coming down as hard as it was. Your team had pressured and pressured, but nothing had happened yet. The ball came off a Blackburn player, it was a corner, you heard the thud of the ball against a foot, the ball flew past you, and straight onto Wes Brown's head. You'd scored. The relief on the pitch was tangable, you were 1-0 up and cruising. The first half came and went. The second seemed to be going slowly as well, Blackburn had a corner, nothing came of it. You broke with the ball, from your penalty box, you threaded it through to Carlos, who evaded a player's challenge. He passed the ball smoothly to Cristiano, who used his blistering pace to get down the wing, but a defender was bearing down on him, he shrugged the challenge off, leaving the other player on the ground. Looked up, passed the ball to Wayne, who took it first time and scored. 2-0 and surely the game was safe now. The rest of the game passed by quickly, Carlos was unlucky to hit the post. The final whistle went. You were moving up the table, the team had found its form again.
"Nice pass"
"When?"
"When you passed to Wayne"
"It was nothing"
You smiled, if he thought that was nothing, you'd love to see what he called something. You finished showering with the team and got on the bus. As usual Cristiano had saved a spot for you next to him. You sat down and let out a sigh.
"What was that for?"
"Nothing", you turned and smiled at him, "I'm just happy that's all"
"I'm happy too"
You looked around, to make sure nobody was looking in your direction. Slowly, you leaned in and kissed Cris on the forehead. Threading his fingers through yours, you kissed his hand, let your head rest against the headrest and closed your eyes.
As you climbed into your car, you heard footsteps.
"Can I stay with you tonight?"
"Sure", you smiled at Cris.
As you got into bed with Cris, you turned the light off and rolled over onto your side. You felt a hand move up your side. Moving towards your chest, glancing over your nipple, you felt yourself shiver. What followed was beautiful. Whispered words, shared promises, declerations of love.
"Harder"
"Touch me here"
"Kiss me"
"I'm close"
Then you were over the edge, pulse after pulse, wave after wave, moans escaped your lips, you felt his lips over yours.
As you pulled him towards you, his release came. He hugged you tighter, legs wrapped around your waist. His eyes tightly shut. You felt the wetness hit your stomach. You leaned forward and placed him on gently on the bed. Leaning in, you kissed him on the forehead, then on the nose, and finally on the lips, gently sucking his bottom lip towards you.
You tested the water before you pulled Cristiano under, you grabbed the soap and lathered your hands up before you put them on his body. He relaxed into your touch, he leaned in and kissed you. You yawned, he'd tired you out. You got out of the shower, and pulled a fresh pair of boxers over Cris's hips. Pulling him into bed, you lay on your back and stared at the ceiling, you would wait until he fell asleep, before you let sleep carry you off on its blissful wave. You felt him curl around you. You closed your eyes, and took a few deep breaths.
"Dimitar?"
"Uh huh"
"I... I love you"
"I love you too"
He'd said it, he usually avoided saying anything like that, but he said it, and it meant everything.
You woke up, with Cris still wrapped around you.
"Morning"
You moved to get up.
"Can't we just stay like this for a while?"
"Why?"
"Cause I feel safe with you"
You hugged him tighter too you, he'd just unlocked the key to your heart.
Rating: NC-15- mentions of well... you know what lol
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/ Dimitar Berbatov
Disclaimer: If this is real, then I'm a life long Chelsea supporter.....
Author's Notes: This may be the start of a series? This is a little ficlet.... aka a mini fic
Comments: If you would be so kind
You stare at him across the Carrington training pitch. His laugh is infectious, the whole team has taken to him instantly. That could be down to the fact that he's so laid back, and has an awesome sense of humor. Personally, you like his eyes the most. They're a bluey-green color. They suck you in, pulling you deeper and deeper into his world. You lock eyes for a second, you're transfixed. Surprisingly, you don't know why, he has no features that you'd call striking, though his eyes have something about them.
On a rainy Saturday, you're up against Blackburn Rovers at Ewood park, traditionally they've been a difficult team. Your record against them had been poor over the past few seasons. Though as a United player, you were determined to go there and make an impact. It was still strange to see your name on the back of a United shirt, yet as you looked at it in front of you, it stared back proudly. "Berbatov"
You cast your nerves and thoughts to the side, and pulled the jersey over your head. Flashing a smile at him, you walked out onto the Ewood park pitch, it was raining hard, you watched as a drop of rain ran down the side of his face. You heard the shrill cry of the referee's whistle as the match got under way.
Frantic challenges, everything made trickier by the fact that the rain was coming down as hard as it was. Your team had pressured and pressured, but nothing had happened yet. The ball came off a Blackburn player, it was a corner, you heard the thud of the ball against a foot, the ball flew past you, and straight onto Wes Brown's head. You'd scored. The relief on the pitch was tangable, you were 1-0 up and cruising. The first half came and went. The second seemed to be going slowly as well, Blackburn had a corner, nothing came of it. You broke with the ball, from your penalty box, you threaded it through to Carlos, who evaded a player's challenge. He passed the ball smoothly to Cristiano, who used his blistering pace to get down the wing, but a defender was bearing down on him, he shrugged the challenge off, leaving the other player on the ground. Looked up, passed the ball to Wayne, who took it first time and scored. 2-0 and surely the game was safe now. The rest of the game passed by quickly, Carlos was unlucky to hit the post. The final whistle went. You were moving up the table, the team had found its form again.
"Nice pass"
"When?"
"When you passed to Wayne"
"It was nothing"
You smiled, if he thought that was nothing, you'd love to see what he called something. You finished showering with the team and got on the bus. As usual Cristiano had saved a spot for you next to him. You sat down and let out a sigh.
"What was that for?"
"Nothing", you turned and smiled at him, "I'm just happy that's all"
"I'm happy too"
You looked around, to make sure nobody was looking in your direction. Slowly, you leaned in and kissed Cris on the forehead. Threading his fingers through yours, you kissed his hand, let your head rest against the headrest and closed your eyes.
As you climbed into your car, you heard footsteps.
"Can I stay with you tonight?"
"Sure", you smiled at Cris.
As you got into bed with Cris, you turned the light off and rolled over onto your side. You felt a hand move up your side. Moving towards your chest, glancing over your nipple, you felt yourself shiver. What followed was beautiful. Whispered words, shared promises, declerations of love.
"Harder"
"Touch me here"
"Kiss me"
"I'm close"
Then you were over the edge, pulse after pulse, wave after wave, moans escaped your lips, you felt his lips over yours.
As you pulled him towards you, his release came. He hugged you tighter, legs wrapped around your waist. His eyes tightly shut. You felt the wetness hit your stomach. You leaned forward and placed him on gently on the bed. Leaning in, you kissed him on the forehead, then on the nose, and finally on the lips, gently sucking his bottom lip towards you.
You tested the water before you pulled Cristiano under, you grabbed the soap and lathered your hands up before you put them on his body. He relaxed into your touch, he leaned in and kissed you. You yawned, he'd tired you out. You got out of the shower, and pulled a fresh pair of boxers over Cris's hips. Pulling him into bed, you lay on your back and stared at the ceiling, you would wait until he fell asleep, before you let sleep carry you off on its blissful wave. You felt him curl around you. You closed your eyes, and took a few deep breaths.
"Dimitar?"
"Uh huh"
"I... I love you"
"I love you too"
He'd said it, he usually avoided saying anything like that, but he said it, and it meant everything.
You woke up, with Cris still wrapped around you.
"Morning"
You moved to get up.
"Can't we just stay like this for a while?"
"Why?"
"Cause I feel safe with you"
You hugged him tighter too you, he'd just unlocked the key to your heart.