Walk With Feet Turned Out

Fic: That Phone Call

Ok, as always in everything I forgot to post my first fic here, better late than never. U_U





Community: dietrolequinte
Title: That phone call
Author: x_stateira_x
Beta: koorime_yu and janetmourfaaill
Fandom: RPS - FC Liverpool / Real Madrid CF
Characters / Pairing: Sergio Ramos, Fernando Torres (Sernandoh)
Rating: VM18
Warning: sporcaccionaggini
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is not profit. (H) You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. (Eeeeeh) Nothing in this narrated fanfiction has really happened but it is fictional, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities. (Eeeeeeeeeeeeeh)
Note: I angosciatissima for this debut. Angosciatissima.




- Ready. -

While he said it, Sergio Ramos was putting together a difficult puzzle pieces. was three thirty in the morning and he was sleeping the best sleep of his life. The staff had taken his cell phone to ring frantically. It was a contact number for the chosen few, that: he saw the words "private number" on the screen, but he answered automatically, even without taking the time to curse.

- Hello. - Whispered a voice. Sergio had a shiver down my spine.
- C-Who's Talking? -
Silence, and then a soft chuckle. - Who knows. Did I wake you? - At
giggle, Sergio knew him, and finally relaxed on the sheets that had kicked off in the rush to respond. - Hell, yes. - Sighed. - What is it, why do you call me with--
- Shhhh. - Sergio
closed his eyes glare. He tried the same, unmistakable tension when the idiot at the other end made him "shhh" live, right ear. He curled up a little, pushing his head against the pillow crumpled.
- All right. I'm all ears. - Murmured, amused.
- Here. That's better. -
- Why did you call me? -
- Because I wanted to hear. -
- At three o'clock in the morning? -
- Yes. I could not sleep. -
- Poor niño. -
- You know, I tried to relax a bit 'masturbate, but I did not succeed. -
- ... Thanks for informing me that you're a million miles from here with an orgasm at stake. Now I just did not succeed to sleep. -
other end, half sneer. Fernando's voice echoing slightly, as if he were in an empty room or very small. - I'll I company. Guess, I'm wearing boxers that we bought together. Red ones. Those who make the stain immediately if I get a drop. - Sergio
mentally counted to three, and then moaned softly. - Do not do this. - Blew, and stretched a hand under the sheets to get half a caress.
- All right. Then I raise them. -
- Oh no no no, no ... Nando -
A rustle through the ear's unique vibrating all the way down between her legs, and the erection he had hoped to hold off with the caress swelled almost made him sick.
Holy shit.
would have been able to distinguish the noise made when it slid off the clothes even if Fernando had been distorted and mixed with one hundred thousand other sounds. Its thin skin is wrinkled even if he bent to help pull out the hip pants and scratch card gently on the fabric.
- Sergio. - Shoot the damn little tormentor. - I'm all naked, they are very hard, and I'm thinking about you so so much that I hurt my temples. -
No replies the other. Only a faint noise. Surely Sergio was moving the cushions, to have all the space he needed.
- I came back the urge to masturbate. ... Do you hear? I'm trembling voice. -
- Yes. I feel it. - Sergio closed his eyes, like a defeated man. He ran a finger over the glans, squeezing the muscles of the back reflection of the slight sensation of cold. His body trembled at first pleasantly caress.
- Anf. - Fernando made over the phone. - Wish you were here, Sergio. I looked. -
- Yes. Nnnh, you would look, fill my eyes. Are you lying? -
- Yes. -
- God What you need to be indecent. -
- St keeping your legs wide. I can not use his left hand because I'm holding the phone. Otherwise ... Nh ... I put two fingers between your buttocks and try to do spells that you do. -
- God You're killing me. -
A sob. The vague feeling that Fernando had lost control of breath and could not talk anymore.
- S-Sergio! There are ... ... I'm ... -
Sergio gave a ferocious pace with his hand, but for those who were sighing in my ears Nando would not even be served.
- Aaaahn! - Threw out his chest, while his feet were planted curled themselves into the mattress. He came and shook a few seconds before Nando. The perfect time to enjoy with a minimum of lucidity his sigh that became frantic squeaks when he was doing was trying to breathe, and finally the long, soft, delighted "Ooooooooh" which was the best orgasm of his commentary as possible.
After at least a full minute of flotation, recovered one of the pillows that had moved, to put it under the head.
- I hate you. - Chuckled. - Explain how you came to mind to me a thing. -
- I told you. Because I missed you. -
- Yeah. - The smile was a moment of hesitation. Exhaled a long time. - When you arrive at the airport tomorrow? -
- have already arrived. -
- ... What? -
- Surprise. I'm in the car. -
- By car. Have you masturbated while driving? -
- Look, are stationary. -
- Ah, even better! All we need is that you do see! Where are you exactly? -
- In your home. I open? -

Why? Why
Nando had to be so ...?

- If you open? - Sergio
threw away the phone without being sure you have closed the call. He grabbed a pair of shorts to training that had thrown the chair before going to sleep if he had not even put them under her pants and ran like a madman down the stairs. If they had not been nearly four in the morning, would have laughed like a madman, for the savage joy of being able to immediately embrace, and why were these small, dirty things that reminded him of why he loved Fernando.

White Dots On Dogs Nose

Today is Paul died on Octopus.
What a sad day. The staff of the aquarium is destroyed for the loss, and I with them.

The English international is not doing better.
Torres is in tears for hours now. And tears are flare freckles are well known. Ramos, who is primarily a monster, he thought of consoling his uke at her home with a bunch of parsley and a sack of potatoes. Inexplicably, Torres has launched a behind the sofa.

From Morocco, I am told that Puyol has improvised a guard of honor, and gave a heartfelt speech in which he argued strongly that, without a shadow of doubt, the Octopus Paul Catalano was a true companion. Pedro, who unfortunately for him was in the wrong place at the wrong time, that is there with him, he had to hold the Catalan flag in memory of the deceased. Puyol also said to want to cut hair as a sign of mourning. He thought about eight seconds later.
In Barcelona, however, it seems that Villa, Iniesta and company sfoghino understand their pain slicing potatoes and warming pans.

Fàbregas bought a traditional cookbook, just to be ready for any eventuality.

Casillas is caught between two fires, as it would give a much sforchettatina piccolapiccolapiccola pierced the beast, but Puyol was really too scared to try to help but does not pretend addoloratissimo.

But there is a breaking news. It seems that Sneijder is just back on the sly by a mysterious lightning trip, and the legitimate demands of society and the captain responded with an evasive "I do not know anything about pesticides, ask De Jong."

's really a sad moment. All gather in mourning. I was quickly

Hip Knee Ankle Orthosis

National Mourning The endless streets of fangirlism


meditating on the fact that Live Journal is a kind of Facebook for smart people. There we write a skimpy little phrase like, "my life sucks", while here you must try to make a good impression with a post more or less articulate, thoroughly explaining why your life is so sucks. However

.
No, I also thought this new problem of shipping in my codpiece and cleats.
problem, in the sense that until yesterday I was reading the Journal with innocent eyes, but now the spell is broken, and I only have one more reason that even I needed to crave the Carbonero to drown in a toilet bowl.

I swear on my official poster for Sonic Boom of the Tour of Kiss I do not even remember how did this matter. And I also swear that I did not suspect in any way that there was a fandom, with lots of pairings and internal division into teams, national or whatever. Not that I think I'm the only one to have thought of the endless possibilities of an after-party in the locker room, of course, just that I did not think the problem, that's all.

E 'was koorime_yu to shed some' light on this, a few days ago. As always, while I was delirious, she assists in the operation of complicated to make it in life. So
appearance to talk, because I have moved two or three steps into the maze and I have not lost sight of the key to the problem, but I have to say, at least judging from what I've seen around, Shippo that I really, really strange .
This breaks my laugh and I am comforted by the fact that some habits die hard. In the Harry Potter fandom was that of "an opportunity to give Viktor / Draco." In fandom Shippo Naruto Sasuke / Neji, and no one will convince me to never stop.
Shippo things you people can not imagine. * Hugs everyone in them a collective hug *

But these are details.
What I most wanted to do was to draw the appropriate conclusions, namely: my god, but there really is a Way of fangirls, then. There is something infinitely more benevolent and guiding the minds of fangirls and, in one way or another, makes them reach the goal. It 's a bit like when I know, in archeology, people who live far apart and have no contact come to the same plastic solutions at the same time.
Sooner or later some scholars will also deal with this evolution of fangirlism, and its unpredictable meanings.
No, right? Well, thank goodness, vah.
However, the sociology of fangirlism is a fascinating subject. Take it back.

Goodnight.
fact, bona nit, as would Puyol.

Oh, and please, go and see Inception. It 's crazy, it's beautiful, and at some point there is a seed that goes to save her from head uketto glitter brandishing a rocket launcher.

Bf Likes Touching My Boobs

The beginning of the end

No, no, really, is not the best night to begin on LJ.
Milan lost, life is cruel to me and my dog biscuits crumbled stramaledettissimi his shoes. However
. As I vaguely
early account of EFP, this Live Journal post that will eventually focus on other beaches you can not post.
And if it is true that change your mind is a sign of intelligence, then it means that I am straintelligentissima, since I do not have time to say that I do not like, the next minute they are there to fangirl shamelessly. RPS
We are talking about, yes. Why I tzk, the snubs at large, RPS! Figuuuuurati if I'll ever shipp real people, just look, but even if I fell the moon on his head, it is a stupid thing to die, and - hey, but Paul Stanley is very gay, and those two players are embracing in the middle of the pitch! * O *.

Chronicle of a Death Foretold, to put a end.