Thank-you drabble 5
labelledcaustic, I haven't forgotten you either! It's just - it's not easy to get ideas for fics on footie players. :)
Thank you very much for your suggestions on the paragraph!
Summary: Was it cheek to cheek or a real kiss? :)
Rated: PG
Pairing: Ruud/Cristiano, Lampard/Terry
AN: Inspired by this.
“We’re the ones who are supposed to be there.” Mumble, mumble.
“Huh?”
Cristiano turned to Ruud, and nodded to the tube.
“Those Chelski agents, parading around the town like a bunch of proud cocks.”
Ruud giggled a little.
“Let them be. It’s the first time for them to win the cup after … what? Five decades? Poor them.”
Cristiano smirked back at him.
“Yeah. Must be too tough to compete with ManU, though,” he leant back to rest his head on Ruud’s stretched arm. “They’d never get a chance.”
Ruud stroke his pitch-black curls.
“C’mon! I think we’d better forget them - or forget anything about the game. I have you here with me, and that’s all that I want.”
The Portuguese sank deeper into his lover’s embrace, sighing contentedly, his eyes about to flutter shut when he suddenly jerked and sat up.
“Hey!” Ruud was bewildered. “What’s it with …”
“Did you see that?” Cristiano was pointing frantically at the television. Ruud watched him in amazement, frowns outlining his brow.
“What?”
“They are kissing!”
“Who?”
“Lampard and Terry! On the bus. I didn’t know they are a couple!”
“Oh…” Ruud was smiling now, relaxing back again. “Poor you! Of course they are. And what I saw just now - I don’t think they were really kissing. It was only cheek to cheek.”
Cristiano fixed his stare at the Dutch in disbelief.
“Was it?”
“Yeah. I could see the way they angled their heads; it was different if they really smacked each other on the lips.”
…
…
“Wha - what are you doing, Ruud?” Cristiano was stammering seeing that Ruud was like creeping toward him, inch by inch, as if he were to ensnare and eat Cristiano alive. Nevertheless, a small smile began to crack on the youth’s face, especially when a pair of strong hands cupped his face and guided his head to angle at a certain direction.
“Let me show you how it really looks when people kiss on their lips…”
~ * ~
Thank you very much for your suggestions on the paragraph!
Summary: Was it cheek to cheek or a real kiss? :)
Rated: PG
Pairing: Ruud/Cristiano, Lampard/Terry
AN: Inspired by this.
“We’re the ones who are supposed to be there.” Mumble, mumble.
“Huh?”
Cristiano turned to Ruud, and nodded to the tube.
“Those Chelski agents, parading around the town like a bunch of proud cocks.”
Ruud giggled a little.
“Let them be. It’s the first time for them to win the cup after … what? Five decades? Poor them.”
Cristiano smirked back at him.
“Yeah. Must be too tough to compete with ManU, though,” he leant back to rest his head on Ruud’s stretched arm. “They’d never get a chance.”
Ruud stroke his pitch-black curls.
“C’mon! I think we’d better forget them - or forget anything about the game. I have you here with me, and that’s all that I want.”
The Portuguese sank deeper into his lover’s embrace, sighing contentedly, his eyes about to flutter shut when he suddenly jerked and sat up.
“Hey!” Ruud was bewildered. “What’s it with …”
“Did you see that?” Cristiano was pointing frantically at the television. Ruud watched him in amazement, frowns outlining his brow.
“What?”
“They are kissing!”
“Who?”
“Lampard and Terry! On the bus. I didn’t know they are a couple!”
“Oh…” Ruud was smiling now, relaxing back again. “Poor you! Of course they are. And what I saw just now - I don’t think they were really kissing. It was only cheek to cheek.”
Cristiano fixed his stare at the Dutch in disbelief.
“Was it?”
“Yeah. I could see the way they angled their heads; it was different if they really smacked each other on the lips.”
…
…
“Wha - what are you doing, Ruud?” Cristiano was stammering seeing that Ruud was like creeping toward him, inch by inch, as if he were to ensnare and eat Cristiano alive. Nevertheless, a small smile began to crack on the youth’s face, especially when a pair of strong hands cupped his face and guided his head to angle at a certain direction.
“Let me show you how it really looks when people kiss on their lips…”
~ * ~