Hi guys :) So here’s another one shot for you, a David one once again. I decided to write it today partly because I had time but partly because it’s based sort of around the match tonight so I figured it fit rather well. This one was requested by http://r-morata21.tumblr.com/ . I hope you guys enjoy it and remember if you want a one shot just message me with your name, the name of the footballer you want in the one shot and also if you have anything you specifically want the one shot to be based etc. Xx
I was awoken by a dull stream of sunlight bursting through a crack in the heavy, velvet lined curtains, which seemed to intensify with every second that went by, eventually forcing me to open my eyes as the sun became hot and uncomfortable on my lids. I blinked a number of times, trying to rid myself of the drowsy blur of sleep which had rested over my vision. I looked around the hotel room, most of it still in early morning dullness, the only brightness being the spotlight of sun which had dragged me from my content state of sleep. I screwed my eyes up against the glare of the sun, starting to get rather angry that I had been woken up at such a ridiculous time, my phone screen showing 6:45am and seeming to stare at me rather smugly, that is until my gaze wandered slowly to my right. A mass of curly hair was splattered across the pillow, framing an angelic face which had a look of pure peacefulness across it. My boyfriend really was one of life’s beauty sleepers. I sat for a number of minutes, just looking at him, before grabbing my phone and checking for any new messages. “I won’t wake him” I thought, he just looked too comfortable, it’d be like waking a baby - pure evil in other words. However shortly after this thought had entered and left my mind I felt a pair of warm, strong arms wrap gently around my waist, causing me to turn away from my phone sharply. A beautiful smile greeted me. “Morning meu amor” David said, nuzzling his face into my shoulder as he did so and kissing the bare skin below the strap of my tank top. “Morning”, I replied softly moving my hand to one of his curls and pulling at it lightly, I couldn’t help it, they’re too cute, especially when still messy and untamed from sleep. He laughed quietly, swatting my hand away and bringing his face away from shoulder so it was on a level with my own. I made a faux pout which made him laugh further, however he slowly brought a hand up to my face and traced an unknown pattern into the hollow of my cheek, my pout quickly fading and being replaced by a small smile. David smiled back, before removing his hand and sighing deeply. “What’s wrong, David ?” I ask, furrowing my eyebrows slightly in concern. “I’m just already nervous for tonight’s game” David said letting his eyes wander across the large room before bringing them back to meet mine. His eyes truly were something extraordinary. “I just think we owe it to the Brazilian people, and to Neymar of course, to get at least third place. We have some making up to do” he said, sighing again and closing his eyes for the briefest of seconds. “I also I owe it to you, Sayde” he finished in a small voice, looking away. A rush of pride and pure love streamed through my body, heating up my blood and causing a deep pink colour to flush my cheeks. “David, you don’t owe me anything” I said, resting my arm casually on his shoulder and tracing my finger slowly down his bare torso (the prominence of those muscles makes me melt everytime I see them, which is a lot considering he’s my boyfriend. Lucky me.) He slowly moved his face back around to look at me, his curls shifting on the pillow as he did so and bouncing as he propped himself up on his elbows. He smiled, his eyes twinkling, not because of the sunlight through the curtains but because sometimes when he smiled at me, that just happened. It was sort of magical. He traced a hand slowly, from the top of my forehead, down my face, resting briefly on the tip of my nose, before descending lower until his fingers rested lightly on my lips in a rather suggestive manner as his allowed his gaze to also rest there. I was about to say something witty about this scenario, but didn’t get a moment to do so before David removed his fingers from my lips and landed his own lips on to mine in one quick, smooth movement. The feel of his lips crushing mine sent a shiver through my body, as it so often did, and I pulled myself closer to him almost in urgency as if he was my source of oxygen. I opened my mouth ever so lightly to allow his tongue to enter and wrestle with my own. After a good, no scrap that amazing, few minutes we pulled away, breathing rather more deeply and raggedly than before, a smile both more than evident on our faces. “Before you started being your modest, supportive self you never let me explain to you how I was going to make this World Cup disaster up to you” he said with a smirk. “We’ll win third place for the people and for Neymar, but for you I though that would be a sufficient way” he said, his smirk widening. I adopted a look of mock shock, bringing a hand to my chest to show faux offence, “you don’t think I’m that easy, do you Luiz ?” I asked. He chuckled, throwing his head back like a kid as he did so. “Yes, I do Sayde” he replied, before moving even closer to me until we were practically nose to nose. “But you know I like it like that” he said mischievously, and with that he forced our lips back together as we both allowed the passion to over take us, the fluffy duvet engulfing us both in the process.