Something I Can't Fight, Part One of Two

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Title: Something I Can’t Fight, Part One of Two
Pairing: Iker Casillas / OFC; Clint Dempsey; Sergio Ramos, Pepe Reina, Fernando Torres, David Villa, Cesc Fabregas
Rating: R maybe…if not, PG-13
Disclaimer: When I say ‘me’ I mean a fictionalized version of me. So therefore nobody is confused. Hell, if I was Iker’s girlfriend I would NOT be writing about it, I’d be doing it ;-)
Prompt: 071. Broken
A/N: Based during the pre-, during, and post- Spain/United States match in the Confederation Cup on Wednesday, June 24, 2009. It’s based on several pictures also, most importantly, though, is this one. The title and lyrics come from the song, Lost by Red.



Your whispers fill these empty halls
I'm searching for you as you call
I'm racing, chasing after you
I need you more

I watch Iker talk to Sergio, Cesc, and Villa about a new formation he wanted to try. While somebody might look at me and think I was bored, I was hardly absent-minded. I was too busy watching Iker talk. The man could put on a clown suit and, while it would be strange, he’d still look hot.

I smile to myself as I feel my phone start to vibe in my pocket. Shaking my head at myself, I pull it out and flip it open to read the new text. When I see that it’s from a good friend, I smile and reply at once.

Clint Dempsey, yes the same guy that plays as a midfielder for the United States, and I have known each other since we both grew up in Dallas. We’d become close friends over the years and so when he asked if I could go to dinner with him later, I didn’t hesitate to reply.

Of course I would go, I mean why wouldn’t I? It would beat spending a night in watching Iker review every strategy in play by Brazil. The man was confident that he would get Spain to the final. I’m not saying he was overly confident because that’s not Iker. The man is cautious as everything. But when he gets something under his skin, when he wants to win, it’s hard to get the Iker I know and love back. Well, till the tournament is over and Spain had another trophy anyway.

Iker finishes up and comes back over to me. He smiles sweetly at me, one of those smiles that still gives a view into the boy that has turned into a man. I snuggle into him and he wraps his arms around me. Did I mention that he smells great too?

“What do you want to do now querida?” He asks kissing my temple.

“I don’t know, how about you pick something?” I look up at him.

“We could…go upstairs,” his arm is absently trailing down my back but it sends shivers throughout my body, “and watch a movie or something and then get dinner in…?”

I bite my lip. I know I shouldn’t be nervous, but well…he is Iker Casillas…no, check that. He’s a driven Iker Casillas.

“The movie part sounds great Iker darlin,” I pause now sitting away from him.

“But…?” He prompts me while running his fingers through my hair.

“Clint sort of asked me to go out and eat with him tonight.” I say in a small rush. “I mean you can come too but I figured you’d be busy or something.”

I see something dark flicker in his eyes, something that looks a sneaky bit like jealousy but that’s ridiculous. Iker knows Clint and I are just friends. He gets a grim look, the one that makes you feel like a small kid and you’re being punished for something.

“I don’t have to go.” I start backtracking. “I mean a movie sounds great. You know there’s that new Transformers movie out and—”

“Go with him.” He interrupts my rambling.

“What?”

“Go with him. Have a good time. He is your friend, no?” I narrow my eyes at the implications of the tone he used on the word ‘friend’ but I don’t say anything about it. I don’t want to get him mad and upset, he did have to get a strategy into play before the semi-finals on Wednesday.

“Are you sure? I mean a movie sounds good.”

“I’m positive querida.” He stands and offers me a hand, which I take. We start walking towards the door of the conference room. “Have a pleasant evening with your friend.”

I stop and he does as well. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I shake my head at him as I take a step into his space and wrap my arms around him. I squeeze him tightly as I inhale his scent.

“I love you Iker Casillas.” Whether you think differently is your problem, I add in my head.

“And I you mi corazon.”

–

To say that I got ‘dolled up’ for my ‘date’ would be a huge exaggeration. Unless, of course, you count nicer jeans with a nice white sweater and a jacket that said “Property of the Texas Longhorns” on it as ‘dolled up’. As I walked out of the bathroom still fixing my hair, Iker just looked at me and shook his head.

“What?” I asked pausing mid-hair-twist.

“Nada.” He got that boyish look again and for a minute I forgot he wasn’t going too. Iker, however, apparently didn’t seem to forget. “Is he coming here or are you going to meet him?”

“I’m going to meet him in the lobby when he texts me.” I walk over to him and kiss his cheek. “Don’t blow anything up while I’m gone. Okay?”

“I can’t promise anything.” He holds me in place when I start to move away.

“You’d better Señor Casillas.”

“Por que?" He gave me a look that would melt lesser women.

“Because…I said so.” My brilliant comeback was cut short by the arrival of a new text message.

“Oh very clever señorita.”

“Thanks, I thought so too.” I kiss him quickly across the lips. “Gotta go.”

As I flung open the door I gave one last look behind me. He was looking down at his hands as if the answers to the world’s problems lay in those strong hands. I hated when he got that look. It always broke my heart, I swear. “Love you Iker.”

His eyes flicked up back to meet mine and he smiled that little-boy smile again and my heart really did break. “And I you princesa.”

I smiled once more before forcing myself out the door. If I didn’t leave then, then I probably would have crawled into his lap and kissed him repeatedly until he didn’t look so sad anymore. I took a deep breath and started to move forward and down the hallway.

–

“Ohhh you are bad.” I smack Clint’s chest as he walks me back upstairs to my room.

“Thank you.” He takes the keycard from me to swipe it.

“Wasn’t a compliment Dempsey.” I say as I push open the door.

“Still, I’m honored.” Clint gets a look that he’s perfected since childhood.

“Ha.”

We both walk in to the sitting room of the suite and we both stop upon seeing the poker game going on.

“Hola amigos.” I say by way of greeting.

Pepe, Sergio, Fernando, Villa, and Cesc were all to preocupado to notice me let alone Clint. Iker, on the other hand, was watching us instead of his cards.

“Did you have fun?” He asks and even Cesc who was looking for another beer looked up at the forced cheerful tone of his voice.

“Very much.” I say trying to ignore the looks Clint and I were now getting.

“Perhaps I’d better be going…” Clint says and starts backing away.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” I brush off his goodbye.

“I think it’s time that I, you know, get.”

I sigh. So this is how it was going to go down, eh? “Well, at least let me walk ya to the elevator.”

We share a look and can’t help it; we burst into laughter. “Ya know what I meant, c’mon.”

We laugh the whole way back to the corridor and the elevator. At the elevator we pause and we’re still smiling.

“Good luck tomorrow.” I say seriously.

“We’ll get lucky.” Clint kisses my cheek. “Go get him before he gets madder.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go on and get.”

“I’m goin, I’m goin. Seriously though, goodnight.”

“Night Clint.”

I let myself back into the room with a grin still on my face. By this point, Villa has folded and only Nando, Pepe, and Iker still have cards. I walk up behind Iker and look over at the two Aces he’s holding.

I kiss his temple and just watch as Nando folds after another round of betting. I find it oddly ironic that they were playing Texas Hold ‘Em. Iker and Pepe stare each other down and then when all the cards are on the table, Iker and his Aces beat Pepe.

“Looks like Lady Luck walked in at the right time.” Pepe says watching us with a smile.

“What can I say? I’m a lucky lady.” I wink at him and head over to the mini-bar to get a drink.

“Want to help me get lucky?” Cesc asks and then when six pairs of eyes stare at him, he blushes. “That’s not what I meant and everybody knows it.”

“It isn’t what you mean, it’s what you say.” Sergio says cryptically and then stands. “I think we’ve had enough for tonight. Lots to see tomorrow.”

“Si. Buenas noches.” Fernando agrees and he stretches. “Thanks for the money Iker.”

Iker forces a sarcastic laugh and Cesc, Pepe, and Villa decide that it’s past time that they go to bed. As soon as they are gone, I sigh at the mess they’ve left behind. I roll my sweater-sleeves up and start by throwing trash away. Iker is still sitting at the table shuffling the cards while watching me clean up.

“You could leave it.” He speaks finally as I’m washing the glasses.

“You always say that.” I say absently.

“And you never listen.” He points out.

“Of course not. Where’s the fun in that?” I’m joking but it sounds fake, even to me.

“Did you have a good time?” He asks and I hear the chair slide back.

“Uh huh.” I say with forced enthusiasm. Since when did we have to force emotions around each other? “I had a great time.”

I can feel him behind me now. I don’t turn away from the sink, it seems like it’s the only thing to distract me from him.

“Did you?” He asks with a much deeper voice now and I can feel the heat coming from him.

I keep silent and he reaches around me and removes the glass from my hand and drops it into the soapy water. His breath is hot against my neck and my eyes close as I lean back into him.

“What did you do?” He asks, his voice makes me tremble because it’s that close to my ear.

“Ha-had dinner.” I clear my throat just to speak properly. “Talked a lot.”

His hand is moving up my side now and my head lolls to rest on his shoulder. Damn him for being so sexy.

“Is that all?” His lips run down my neck and I gasp and shudder as a reaction.

“Yes.” It’s a sigh. “Please Iker please…”

“Please what?” He kisses my neck now and his teeth scrape the flesh. I moan, I can’t help it.

“Anything…just…something…please…” I don’t care that I’m begging him. It’s what he wants and be damned if I don’t want it too.

Iker pulls back enough to turn us so now we’re pressed front to front now. His mouth claims mine and I give in completely. My hands go up to wind in his hair and tug slightly. He groans and pulls my legs up to wrap around his waist. He moves us over enough so that he can set me down on the counter top. Something tells me we wouldn’t have made it to the bedroom anyway…

Thought slows when he starts kissing down my neck again. It stops completely altogether when he bites down.

I cry out his name as he bites again, slightly harder.

“Eres mía.” He says as he sucks the mark he made.

“Yes, always.” I pant.

Iker pulls away and looks at me. It’s one of those looks where two people’s souls merge and meld together.

“Siempre mía.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement.

“Siempre.” I agree and kiss him again.