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tr_ficTitle: Don’t Close Your Eyes
Pairing: Iker Casillas / OFC
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 080. Why?
Word Count: 410
A/N: This was written because: a.) It’s a pretty song ; b.) I felt like it ;
c.)
or d.) All of the above. If I was you, I’d go with D ;-) This is so not mine. The lyrics / song is ‘Don’t Close Your Eyes’ by Keith Whitley. (hint, hint listen it’s gooooooooooooooooooooood)
Iker noticed that distant look in her eye and he felt a pang of remorse and sadness hit him at the same time. He wanted to be good enough for her; he wanted to be the one that she smiled for, laughed with, and cried over. He wanted to know why he wasn't good enough.
He knew realistically, no matter how hard of a fact it was for him to accept, he wasn’t the one she thought of. He wasn’t the one that held her heart in the palm of his hand. He couldn’t meet the standards of a ghost.
“Querida?” Iker speaks softly and he watches her blink back into reality and she looks at him. It takes her a second to focus on his face and she brings a smile to her face, albeit he credits her the effort of trying.
“Hmm? I’m sorry, was just…thinking about something.” She apologies and takes a sip of her water.
Iker sighs and looks down. Maybe he was a fool for trying, a fool for wanting what he couldn’t have. He wanted her as soon as he’d met her but then, she was unavailable for him. Now, she was still unavailable but for a completely different reason.
They sat on his couch, her back to his chest, watching a movie. Iker started kissing her soft hair before moving to her temple. She leaned back with a contented sigh and smiled with her eyes closed. He watched and waited for it to happen. She opened her eyes and upon seeing his face, the smile in her eyes faded.
“Querida,” Iker started, fingers moving along her sensitive ribs, “Please, for tonight, let me be yours?”
He didn’t want to beg, but with all his years of waiting and wanting, he couldn’t stop himself. She shifted so that she was leaning into him, tortured eyes staring into tortured eyes.
“What are you talking about? You are mine.” She smiled at him.
Iker shook his head. “Don’t think of him, please? Just for tonight?”
He watched her duck her head. “I’m sorry.”
Her voice was watery and so soft that he barely heard her. Iker moved a finger under her chin and lifted it so her eyes filled with water could meet his. Iker didn’t speak, he just moved to kiss her.
This time, however, she replied with more gusto and Iker responded needily. It wasn’t perfect, but for now, for now it was enough.
Pairing: Iker Casillas / OFC
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 080. Why?
Word Count: 410
A/N: This was written because: a.) It’s a pretty song ; b.) I felt like it ;
c.)
or d.) All of the above. If I was you, I’d go with D ;-) This is so not mine. The lyrics / song is ‘Don’t Close Your Eyes’ by Keith Whitley. (hint, hint listen it’s gooooooooooooooooooooood)
Iker noticed that distant look in her eye and he felt a pang of remorse and sadness hit him at the same time. He wanted to be good enough for her; he wanted to be the one that she smiled for, laughed with, and cried over. He wanted to know why he wasn't good enough.
He knew realistically, no matter how hard of a fact it was for him to accept, he wasn’t the one she thought of. He wasn’t the one that held her heart in the palm of his hand. He couldn’t meet the standards of a ghost.
“Querida?” Iker speaks softly and he watches her blink back into reality and she looks at him. It takes her a second to focus on his face and she brings a smile to her face, albeit he credits her the effort of trying.
“Hmm? I’m sorry, was just…thinking about something.” She apologies and takes a sip of her water.
Iker sighs and looks down. Maybe he was a fool for trying, a fool for wanting what he couldn’t have. He wanted her as soon as he’d met her but then, she was unavailable for him. Now, she was still unavailable but for a completely different reason.
They sat on his couch, her back to his chest, watching a movie. Iker started kissing her soft hair before moving to her temple. She leaned back with a contented sigh and smiled with her eyes closed. He watched and waited for it to happen. She opened her eyes and upon seeing his face, the smile in her eyes faded.
“Querida,” Iker started, fingers moving along her sensitive ribs, “Please, for tonight, let me be yours?”
He didn’t want to beg, but with all his years of waiting and wanting, he couldn’t stop himself. She shifted so that she was leaning into him, tortured eyes staring into tortured eyes.
“What are you talking about? You are mine.” She smiled at him.
Iker shook his head. “Don’t think of him, please? Just for tonight?”
He watched her duck her head. “I’m sorry.”
Her voice was watery and so soft that he barely heard her. Iker moved a finger under her chin and lifted it so her eyes filled with water could meet his. Iker didn’t speak, he just moved to kiss her.
This time, however, she replied with more gusto and Iker responded needily. It wasn’t perfect, but for now, for now it was enough.
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