Title: Your smile is my joy. Random
: Original
Raiting: NC-18 * You hear people screaming, he does not have * Ehm ... It does not matter. Is a teenager with hormones revolutionized.
Notes: There are things I do not know if it has been, and if they did I was not the girl. It is a nonsense that has occurred to me listening to Taylor Swift. I do not make this one hard. Marc is not mine (and I would like). And I write because I love this guy. It's so * awwww *
Notes II: The first piece set in the Barcelona-Osasuna match, the second in the London stage. If the muse to inspire me again quizáshaya second half.
Notes III: If there are many mistakes I'm sorry, I write right here and I have no correction, as in the word.
Sale crying. There is nothing to break my heart to see it more sad. Under the locker room. Luckily there is not any security member so I can do it without any problem. I open the door quietly. We hear their cries and curses. I go into the locker room and sit beside me. I put my hand on his thigh. Those legs to their early age and are hard. He looks at me surprised and sad. Put his arm around her shoulders and let it continue crying curled up in mychest as she mite hair, something she loves. Whispering words to calm down. Today has debuted the first team, has played in the Nou Camp, one of his dreams. In a while will celebrate the league title. Should be on the lips radiant smile that I fell in love. Raise your head.
"Thanks honey, I know I'd do without your support. "I said still teary-eyed.
"You need not thank me.
He carefully wiped away tears. Rosy cheeks tears. She looks so cute ... He kissed her lips. A little contact as they begin to feel voices outside. Ab
doorre. Enter your peers.
"See you later .- I say.
He responds with a smile. His teammates look up to me, but do not give importance. Walk out the door.
- Who is it? "I asked with a smile naughty Piqué.
"It's my girlfriend.
- Your girlfriend!? "I asked shocked Marquez.
- What is it?
"You're too young to have a girlfriend ... I do not know.
-Say It Was A Vidal i shere. "He says Piqué.
The laughter in the locker room operated by the embarrassment of the two plants. Tanta age difference and the same reaction & oacute; n.
"This ... Marc .. Say ... I did not want to bother you for the comment. "I said Gery to realize that Marc had been flushed and after what had happened on the field would not get upset over.
"No, I do not mind. I am used now.
Let go of a sigh. Many times he has had to endure being told she was too much woman for him, that if it is two years older than him, which is very beautiful and attractive to have noticed him, it sure does Barça player because it is ... But I do not care. He loves her and knows she feels the same. Besides the fact that for many years land the first day. No wonder. It costs a little loose, but not much.
fireworks begin, as I would be down there watching them hugging him. Would be very romantic ... Everything ends. The Nou Camp is empty. The steps that up a little over half an hour were a hive, now lie in silence. Remain sitting there soaking up the magic of the stadium. I feel like the arm rests on my shoulders. I turn and I see a jubilant Marc.
"We must go. - Already? "I wonder by pouted.
He laughs. CHrriba and stops at my lips. As his licks. And ends up getting lost in my eyes. We got to the attic. We walked through the door hand in hand. Leave your backpack on the chair and takes off his shoes. Custom of child that still lives on, and I love. I'll do my habitacióny so. He is not slow in coming tambiény remains supported on the frame of the door of the room with a sexy pose. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed.
- Do I look sexy? "I question doing different poses.
"Very.
is about me, leans over me making our bodies are almost together. Ikissing passionately. Venting all adrenaline. We undressed each other with kisses and caresses. No hurry, enjoying each other's body. Entangling my fingers in his hair while he plays with my navel piercing. Something that seems like a lot. I say his name in a gasp from her fingers tickle in my belly cause.
-Dime.
I go up and kiss her head.
"Make me yours. "I say in a whisper.
I penetrates city. He's always so careful and tender. Augmented the pace going while pleasure is also on the augment. We arrived both at the climax. He recuestade back his head on my chest. He stroked her hair while he purrs. It looks like a kitten. Y
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