Writing A Community Service Letter For A Sorority

Fic: Tarjeta Roja (PART TWO)

Title: Tarjeta Roja (Part Two)
Fandom: RPS - FC Liverpool / Real Madrid CF
Personage / Pairing: Sergio Ramos , Fernando Torres (Sernandoh ♥)
Rating: VM18
Warning: sporcaccionaggini and lots of melancholy COC
Disclaimer: This fanfiction not for 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)
Notes: As promised, this new chapter is all about elisewin16 , that has seen fit to age one year and to take care of this stuff here. Augurih! ^ O ^ /


Who if it were lost, here is PART ONE
E the (PART THREE )


unsportsmanlike? It was heard calling with the worst epithets. For example, the Devil had not suggested that he had taste in clothes.
Now, someone would take care of discipline brought her, and if there were to pull out money for a penalty, he would have just pulled out.
Now, he did not care.
now, was in Liverpool.
Now, Fernando's was going, bomber wrapped in a disproportionate and hidden by a thick wool hat as a finger. And it was very funny, and beautiful, and Sergio seemed just the most ridiculous thing in the world.
- Shit, but you die cold here. - He began respecting the safety distances walked to the gate while still iperilluminato rows and rows of neon lights shining like teeth.
Fernando jeered as if he had just received a compliment. - You say that every time. - Sergio
They loaded the trolley car near his, which had the typical cold air and building of a suitcase that had been there since at least the night before. Under the guise of helping to close the boot lid, Sergio's squeezed her hand, and finally felt that he really arrived.

- Let's stay in a fantastic place. - Fernando announced, while driving to look particularly cheerful. Sergio would have liked to ask him to slow down, indeed, would have liked to ask him to straighten the guide, but he had adapted so well to drive down that when he was in Spain - when he returned to Spain, when he came - he preferred to drive him, or turn in a taxi.
- We're almost to the sea. -
- Wow. It's great. - Nando
spied him with one eye, looking forward to receiving your favorite reward: a bright smile and that Sergio gave him his while the car abandoned the main road to turn onto a dirt path.
Sergio had never had the courage to tell him that the sea of gray and moody Liverpool disgusted him. It was not even a bad copy of the Costa del Sol, too cold to throw potercisi with friends, with your legs close to his chest, and Fernando would like to think that made him a little bit evil. Like a tiny, imperceptible treason.

to wait in front of the lonely house in red brick, was the owner. Practically unrecognizable in his heavy clothes, Nando went to exchange a few words with him, and when he returned to the car clutching triumphantly in gloves, a set of keys rather thin.
- I adore you. - Sergio admitted. - You have become a secret agent. -
- It really is not difficult. People here do not you see, if you do not want to see. - Fernando is jeered while toccacciava the keys one after the other, as reviewed in mind the directions given to him by the man.
- even if it is the number nueve de Liverpool? - Sergio moved the weight, to enjoy the fun of crossing miles of goose feathers before arriving at his sides. - Let's go inside. I think the bags. -

Luckily the house was already well heated. And it was exactly as he had imagined Nando: petite, with the addition of brick and looks precarious, a dream that will only last a few nights.
However, there was the TV, there was a nice comfortable couch and there was a working fireplace. Assuming that the bed in the room there was bomb-proof, had everything he needed.
- Nando Sorry, but what we eat? - Sergio asked, leaning half from the kitchen that had just finished explore. - We are in the middle of nowhere. -
for charity. He would have gladly eaten Nando piece by piece. The delicate and unreal atmosphere that had enveloped them convinced that the love she felt for him we would buy bread.
- I'm going to take something away to the village nearby. - Nando offered. - It is only five minutes by car. -
- Never mind. Where's the bedroom? -
- Impatient, Sergio? - Sergio
just blinked, and then immediately lifted a whiff of the eyebrows. Finally saw him, crouched in the corners of his mouth, that stupid grin and sexy. - My God, yes. -

The holiday officially began punitive Sergio ... Now. Nando
hoped mentally Merry Christmas, but had nothing to do. Of course, you promised to write a note of thanks to Jose Mourinho.