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Fic: As Strong As You Were, tender you go.

Title: As Strong As You Were, tender you go.
Author: missdashwood19
Beta: anyone. I doubt that anyone in their right mind would want to read in advance such a slaughter, _;
Wordcount: 1840
Fandom: RPF Football, FC Barcelona, Arsenal FC, but in this case mainly Spain NT. ♥
Characters / Pairing: Cesc Fàbregas , Gerard Piqué, Fabriqué forevaH.
Rating: VM16.
Warning: Slash , Lime, Fluuuuuuff. Um. Maybe too CWC
fluff Disclaimer: not mine * shakes head * Though I would not mind if they were.
Notes: * sigh * Nothing is the fault of my usual sick fantasy, this time made more fervent than ever (???) from the physiological need to Fabriqué generatomi the recent period of the latter's favor Piquira of the explosion. * Is horrified for having even written the name of such an aberration and goes to cry in a corner * blood
No, really. See the Web teems with pictures of Geri that there breaks my heart. Then why, initially this was to be a fic stuff oozing angst from all periods and commas, but then I do not have made. Result? Well, one thing that I think I flirted the most shameful OOC. Oh well, comprendetemi are just a poor fangirl who is trying to hold together the pieces of his heart. * Flees *
... Ah, the title has nothing to do with a joyful fuck and is clearly stolen from Carry You Home James Blunt. ♥





~ As Strong As You Were, tender you go.




"Think?"
"What?"
"See you tomorrow. In one way or another, will all over. "
Lying on top of him, Cesc draws on his chest absently doodling imaginary lines and with the tips of fingers, accompanying the movement absorbed the tone of vague words dropped by accident. With the other elbow is propped on the mattress, and sunk his chin in the palm of your hand, making his right cheek to take a funny turn as a child pensive and morose. Gerard watches him kidnapped along with his hand constantly on his back in terms of a caress lazy, under the duvet that have thrown him sprawling to not feel too cold. It is still winter there.
'Sounds tragic, said so. "
Cesc stops to look at him, her lips bent in a strange grimace, frown.
'A little it is, you know. "
Gerard gives him a slap on the wrist and looks at him tenderly. "I know that without me it's more difficult," he jokes, but in what it says there is some truth to which both are aware and that makes his statement bittersweet, tinged with more melancholy it should be. Cesc is not good with words, it has never been particularly, but in fact would now like to just say yes, that's it, I do not know if I'm ready to return.
"... is that already I miss everything," snorts the end, after searching in vain for better word that they were slow to arrive. "It was all ... perfect, in this last month, "confesses, with a sigh and lay my head on the chest. Gerard with both arms around him, rubbing his nose in her hair and kissing his neck. Yes, it is terribly true: from June until today, July 10 and the eve of a final that could devote all their heroes in the world and acclaimed everywhere, was like living in a dream, in a parallel reality. A reality in which he and Cesc playing with the same shirt and spend time together around the clock, day and night, sharing every laugh, every breath and every joy or disappointment.
"It was beautiful, yes," Gerard whispers, at the same time when Cesc and quietly mumbles an embarrassed "I'm afraid," almost hoping not to hear.
"How?"
"Eh?"
"You said something. "
" No, I ... "
'... Cesc. Please, "Gerard insists, and it is so imperative that the other would be almost laughable if it were not only bring up at any moment all those feelings that sometimes are afraid of being serious about burst.
remains to tinker with his own thoughts for a while ', before deciding to speak. At this time only that he would like the time is broken and that everything could stay forever this way, motionless and unchanging in that hotel room in Johannesburg in which a pale sun casts its last shadows through the window. Stay curled on to Gerard for hundreds of days of wind and sun, without having to think about their lives and duties in a few weeks they will separate again. Stop the time, yes - the desire to more ordinary, banal, yet sensible and reasonable for anyone who is so madly in love with someone.
sighs.
"I'm afraid, Ger. Return to normal life in London ... I fear that over time weaken all, I'm afraid of having to cling only to memories, "declares in one breath, before they can ashamed of those bouts of sentimentality, which laid bare all its weaknesses the most irreparable. And the next moment you worry even more because his confessions to accept there is only the silence of Gerard, and then fears that he exaggerated and that he had gone too far, where it always ends with the cross over into those ever-present paranoia that seem to have an uncanny punctuality permanently tarnish their last days together.
But then I heard rushing through the hand of Gerard plan under the chin, forcing it to rise slightly, just enough to allow it to be reflected in his deep blue eyes. Eyes in which every time Cesc has some reluctance to dive, because he knows that you will find reflections on time all the feelings, desires and fears that insists every time you want to trap behind theirs.
But now, the first thing you notice is that they're peering in the same way he is, in turn, looking at Gerard; disarming with the same intensity, the same things unsaid that move with a little spasm behind the eyes, making them move quickly, as if each of the two was in that moment moved only by the anxiety of having to search the face of the other so deeply and so Quick to learn by heart as soon as possible to every detail and imperfection.
"Cescy" Gerard mutters at the end, shaking his head slowly with a vague smile, as if he could not understand all of it for themselves and to be his best friend and at the same time something more, something irreplaceable. The borders on the corner of his mouth with the tip of the middle and index.
"Mh?" Blows him, suddenly distracted by his mild stroke and that blue is too blue it confusing.
And Gerard, without warning, burst into a low laugh of his.
'... and now because are you laughing? "exclaims almost Cesc, looking dazed, not knowing whether to feel more hurt or surprised.
But not too long to feel confused by the lack of explanation. The laughter on the face of Gerard leaves in a fraction of a second place just before a serious expression, an expression of sincerity so devoted that alone would be enough to relieve any anxiety.
"Nothing says, and his veracity is transformed into something so direct as to be almost brutal in its frankness. "It's just that you're beautiful."
The moment just after you lift, grabs his face, three hands and kisses him. For a long time. With vehemence, and along with sweetness. Breathtaking, and with it any chance to reply to his words.
Then, slowly and without interrupting the perfect contact developed between their bodies overlapping, reversing positions and Cesc slips beneath him. The mattress creaks slightly in response to the shift of their weight.
"La. .. door, "moans Cesc sliding her hands in her hair, and then on his broad shoulders. Gerard laughs
biting his lower lip. "Locked within. No es problem "reassures him, covering her neck with kisses until flushed. Cesc loud sighs, clings more to him, he leaves to study and reshape its long fingers and experienced, then when he feels it linger sull'elastico of his old boxer, you miss a call.
"Tell me again," she whispers in his ear, held for a moment the lobe between his teeth.
"What?" Gerard moans, rubbing his fingers in his inner thigh and ripping out a stifled groan.
"What ..." Cesc has to make a huge effort to stay focused and present to himself. Squint and you hanging behind her, spreading her legs for just an instinctive reflex. "What are beautiful."
Gerard stops for a moment, despite her body pulses to the urgency of desire that is both overwhelming, rises a few inches, leaning on one elbow, and with his other hand touches her lips parted and moist Cesc.
"You're beautiful 'decrees, following the soft fold. "And I love you."
For a moment Cesc eyes are wide open, and every emotion on her face marked by pleasure, and for looking for flows to be replaced by a total surprise, astonished. Suddenly remains only limpid clarity and disarming of that statement, those two words that, as now I can remember, both have always thought but no one has ever dared to say really. Suddenly, everything else becomes a frame, background, relegated to the background, not counting anything, no matter who will win tomorrow and get to the stars, or lose and hang on to that dubious distinction of eternal seconds, and incomplete, that does not count the day after tomorrow are back at home, or in a month in London will again be ready to take back with his usual arrogance, as the icy prima donna and always on her it actually is. It does not matter to be in Johannesburg, with a temperature beyond out that hovers dangerously on a single-digit numbers, and it does not matter whether it is day or night, or summer or winter or July or January. Nothing matters, outside of their two intertwined under that duvet huge and very hot item with the words of Gerard who has not only touched his skin, but also something that is deeper.
"How ...?»
" I love you Gerard repeats. "I love you then say, again, and now laughs, intoxicated by the sound of music as his own confession, and repeats again and again and again, like a prayer or a catchy song whose cadence once you get used to. And it is only the beginning of an endless series, because from then on, there's a love you for everything: a whispered I love you for every kiss, I love you for every point where their bodies are rubbing each against each other and arch and adhere and are searching for a love you panting for the moment with a groan Cesc rolls to the side and allow to grab your hips, touch, explore, and finally a love you, strangled and soiled by a rattle, when Gerard is finally within him and the whole world is out. And Cesc bites a pillow or blanket or whatever to keep from screaming, and hands him and scratches Find More, more, and soon both must turn the other one on the skin with a scream as probably the umpteenth would love you hear in every room of the huge hotel.


Maybe after a few minutes, perhaps even a few hours. I'm still embracing, lying sprawled among the untrimmed sheets. Gerard
round his torso from behind, whispered it to him yet, even after the skin and neck. I love you. And Cesc could not help but smile and touch his face and hair, tired and incredibly happy.
has a little 'cold now, maybe because of that deep sleep that is falling on me and that already promises a long and peaceful sleep. Gerard feels move slowly behind him, and throw a blanket on him better, right shoulder. He leaves slowly, grateful, fitting the head in that space between his shoulder and his neck seems to have been created to be occupied by him, and a faintly mutters 'I also .' Before letting
eyes are closed, this last sentence whispered, so softly that maybe it could just be a figment of his imagination tired.
"You and your fears ... are the usual Cescy. And anyway, go as he goes, we go after the final in Ibiza. You and me. Alone. "
Cesc smiles. And no, there is no doubt that the Geri has really said.






















N: yes, kill me as well. Get me rotten eggs or insultatemi: I understand.
add only one thing: Cesc and Geri have actually gone on holiday together in Ibiza last summer, spring home to their girlfriends and giving himself to the patently mad joy . * Loves * * runs away *

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