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Fic: Breathe Me

Title: Breathe Me
Author: innocence8
Beta / Prelettrici: As they read the draft waferkya , perlinha & sanzina89 . From the finished product only Martha, my beautiful Marta; _;
♥ Fandom: RPF Football.
Characters / Pairing: Sergio Ramos ♥ / ♥ Fernando Torres (Serna ♥ ♥ ♥)
Wordcount: 1513 (FDP)
Rating: VM14
Warnings: Slash , (a little bit of) angst, so much fluff as if we were in flood and rain fell instead of the fluff, here. Disclaimers
: are not mine and I'm never happened, no one pays me and many greetings and life is unfair for all these reasons .
Notes: E 'was born one evening when I started to do anatomy Sergiana (?) After seeing a video of an interview. I started with the others on the sclera me do have multiple orgasms love his voice and then Nando's decision to make her own way. Then tonight I decided to take it in hand because I was missing - and I miss them and because I need to unlock it somehow. Perhaps we are successful or maybe the new one is worse than the first, but boh. In any case, I dedicate myself for once. Because, as Martha says, it takes the fluff. They are so angst of them.
And of course I dedicate to the four of them - and you know perfectly well who I'm talking about. You are the women of my heart and I want a lot of good. Happy V-Day in advance! ♥ (?)
The beautiful banner was made by Martha, thanks simply. :****

big eyes, hands, wrists, tattoos on his fingers, warm skin that smells of home, quietly, white collar to keep the hair that does not want to be forced into a vise and slide on the neck already flushed , covering the beat of a heart that does nothing but scream "I'm yours and I love you, never stop."

Sergio Fernando you watch as if he had ever seen, as if it were the most important museum in the world and he was a work of art that everyone wants to see but few have the gift to understand . Fernando knows that sooner or later will really be a victim of Stendhal syndrome mixed the Stockholm syndrome, because Sergio's case there was no, beating faster and so many emotions that often do not understand where to get them out and that is why he sees a bit 'like an Executioner, feels almost seized and loves to prison where he spent several years-which is left to close without resistance, without trying to escape, only yielding to his whispers and the manner in which his body was attached to its modeled on each muscle Fernando .

Sergio has stripped himself and Fernando has not had the strength to make fun of the false impromptu striptease already some time ago but irretrievably gone ahead in the third round (and it is useless then say that it has always been to strip Sergio Fernando, not using calm and kindness, making him almost the buttons off shirts or making wrong with her nails while freed from the jeans). He remained motionless on the bed, with almost afraid to breathe, and the only sound was the patter of rain on the window. Sergio has been so controlled, so measured in every gesture, that Fernando would have wanted to shout that he was the one who was in England, he would have to acquire their way, and certainly not a stupid English was always in his land, in the end had the courage to utter a word that was only one, set the rising T-shirt, jeans, boxers and approach the bed, continuing to talk about nonsense and knowing the devastating effect it would have on the mind of Fernando before, and his body afterwards.

Fernando keeps looking at him, along each line as possible with one finger, eyes drinking with every detail, every little corner, not paying attention to the sentences handed down by Sergio but feeling the accent and tone of voice. It lies on top of him, placing his lips on the forehead and moving farther and farther, with the same maddening slowness used by Sergio until a few minutes ago, not leaving even an inch of skin while the company continues to talk, talk, talk and His words now are a confused dirge that Fernando would be interested if it was not that the body of Sergio distracts him from everything and what's around, what you should feel and what you should see, it disappears and will recur only when Fernando will be a bit 'far .

stretches his hand off it reluctantly albeit only for a few moments from the chest of Sergio and push a button to turn off the only source of light to any room, not realizing that the only thing that really shines and illuminates the dark is not a light bulb in a stylish table lamp on the bedside table but the eyes of Sergio ensure that the love and devotion for the rest of their lives and not feel the need to make promises in front of a religious in a church with close friends and comrades around them, do not want to offend, and do not want to talk and do not want anything that would love the majority of normal-and that in itself should say it long, because they have very normal little.

When the room was plunged into darkness and the only ray of light coming through the window, Fernando does not have to start its work from scratch: it found right away, without hesitation, leaning back his hand over his heart - and the heart of Sergio's shouting "I am yours and I love you, never stop" and Nando, if not overcome by emotion, which are probably screaming in this symbiotic - And then moving it up every muscle in relief, up to the navel and draw lines around strange. Sergio does not stop to speak but suddenly holds his breath when Fernando drumming his fingers on his lower belly, as if to ask permission to proceed.

"It's all yours, all of me belongs to you, what do you ask my permission?"

Fernando is the only thing that feels before the words come back to get confused and cross his ears and his mind as if it were not able to understand them. The sweetness, the slowness that used to test Sergio absolutely illegal, and any movement wants to make him understand that it really feels a work of art, a statue of a greek god, a painting with bright colors and beautiful.

wants Sergio Fernando did not choose this as an evening to devote to him in every particular, given the urgency that he has to sink in, given how it happens. But they did not complain really, is not seriously displeased, she does not want to stop and does not want a quickie. In reality there

the most romantic love with him, what comes out so little, that wants nothing more from their last night together-stolen that night to sleep it would certainly served the next day for Fernando play a decent workout, rather than let swing at those funny and big balloons. Sergio Fernando wants nothing more than to continue, that the papers with his fingers and that seems light and agile with his life.

And all this in an almost whisper him confused, but knows that Fernando will feel perfectly even if it is intent on another. Even if you are licking and kissing and sucking down there, although there is putting all the effort and desire possible, is listening-at least part of the brain, one that does not record the words of Sergio suffered during sex, that that does remain imprinted only the tone of voice, but then the part that always brings back the sentences Fernando when he needs it most, when we hear more missed.

Fernando resumed its journey to explore lands already a million times, kissing every inch, slowly stroking some scar spread, touching the small relief. Then he got up, back up to his face and bends down to kiss him again with all the strength I have in the body. He wants to kiss him like this forever, and Sergio wants to be kissed forever. Wants to remain that way until his death, does not want to break away from him, does not want to get up from the bed to go to training and then to play a friendly match and then take the plane and leave it there in Madrid ( again ). He wants to cling to him as a new appendix, as if it were normal, as if it could be her Siamese twin all at once.

"I can not live without you."

That's all I can whisper, before lying down again on his share of bed-although, to be honest, there is no difference: there is no For his part, Sergio, there are no separate parts, there are no pacts "The left side is my" there is confusion, there is a set of things that are both, and then there are themselves that you never understand where it ends and begins Nando Sese . But back to lie where it was before it started its exploration, to allow the companion to squeeze on him and be able to get inside using the same slow pace so far had been used on him.

"I can not -" Fernando
grinding his teeth, letting a moan that blocks the sentence, and opens his eyes, opens them, in reality, as if by doing so can incorporate Sergio inside. She stroked his face, supporting his thrusts, and smiling (some time ago, they teased him that his true smile was the smile of Sergio).

"You -" AND

would say that is wonderful, it's beautiful, that would never have wanted anything better, which is the most beautiful man in the world, which is impossible, that his voice does die. Would you say all those things that reads on the Internet, those things that the girls write about him, would repeat a few phrases of romantic, a few blocks, something that has read a book or heard in a film of love. Would you tell him that if he had not got close - despite the distance - at a time like this (or throughout their entire life) probably would have ended up in a mental hospital. Would you say ...

... I am yours. "

Sergio smiles at him from above, with hands that run to her face, and with the gaze of those things the already knows.

There is no need for words when sharing the same heart.