Citizens First Wholesale Mortgage

! Fanfic: No matter the distance

Title:
No matter the distance Betareader:




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Fandom: RPF
- AC Fiorentina

Characters:
Alberto Gilardino Stevan Jovetic, OC. Rating: VM16
Warning: Angst, Slash, What if ...?
Disclaimer: This fanfiction
not for profit. You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. Nothing told in this fanfiction has really happened but it is fictional, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities. Word Count:
5275w. (Fiumidiparole) Notes:
Aaaallora. I have no recollection of how seriously did this story, in all sincerity, because I've written at least a month ago or more, only for one thing or another I never published and I always put off, so here we are. ♥ I could spend a lot of words to justify what I have written this story and also because I have such beautiful things, from two people who have read a preview - a big kiss to my Jo and Def in this regard because without them I would not have written mica, eh. ♥ - but basically I do not want to do it because I think it's already complete in itself, saying all he has to say. I think it's Gilatic feel that my most

them, including all those that I wrote, so I'll leave you say if I'm right or not. ♥
Harbor Vienna Teng. ♥

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"Once a month." Alice said into the receiver, and you feel you had to die because all respects except that she was to call at this time, after all that has happened, after we forced to go from what you wanted to be your home for a long time. Now that you have to leave
him. "Thanks." You can only to whisper, tripping over words and closed his eyes, and let the feeling of relief becomes so great that it can not be contained. She laughs bitterly, before you retort dryly your thanks.
"It's not that I'm doing it for you, Jojo." His voice is sharp, full of bitterness that that statement implies. "But it seems that Albert can not stay without you."

NO MATTER THE DISTANCE
"Everything that I put it in your mouth flavor, every damn time I can not sleep I dream of you . ("Original Sin" - Savannah.) you let go completely, pushing the edge of the pool and spreading her arms to hold on to the surface, the hair , expanding around your face and you do not do anything to prevent that they do, in fact you enjoy the sensation of their softness against the skin like a caress yourself to sleep, and close your eyes, trying to keep up as best you fails. "You should go back to Florence." just smile, or rather to tell the truth is only a shadow of a smile, and the darkness behind your eyelids is so good and perfect is not really the case to clear it only to raise the look and see Thomas sitting on the tub border group, resting his chin on his hands and clear eyes that fix you with un'evidentissima air of disapproval, the blonde arched eyebrows that almost disappear against his tanned skin and the wrinkle that is above your nose when you talk about that topic. Simply, can you imagine with such clarity that open your eyes is almost too much, then you simply shrug and continue to keep their eyes closed to try to concentrate on the sound of the water around you and exclude everything else. "I have a flight in two days." Plan say, knowing it will suffice to repeat the explanation once a month - now your new teammates, between a laugh and the other, they began to call your period, even you were a kid: those difficult days that remain suspended without spending too much time between him and the euphoria of the preparations the flight is always the same, the drawing of tickets and hotel room, all trying not to interfere too much with either your or with its commitments. And as I had imagined - how did you know for sure
- Thomas sighs, and you can see him raise his eyes to heaven and you can laugh at the whole situation that has been repeated so many times in the past year and a half to lose any claim of seriousness. "You know what I mean, stop taking the piss." He says, in fact, the Scottish accent who comes to color entry every time you leave to take a bit more from the conversation, and you laugh and feel his pianissimo need to slap as if you could read it in the hands which certainly are tightening the fabric of the shirt. "And I do not understand why you have come to bury you in this ice, since no one has driven from Florence and it's clear you're only good when you're there." you tighten up their shoulders and his eyes finally get up and swim in some way to the edge, leaning on the arms and tirandoti to be able to look directly in his face - and as I had imagined, the arched eyebrows and lips bent in a grimace and an angry fist against the gray of the chair on which he sits and the other around the fabric of the shirt and you would laugh until you lose your breath, but you seem a crime to laugh now that Alberto can not hear you, then you limit yourself to arch his lips in a claim of irreverent smile that you can not accomplish, not really - and Tom gives you a look as sharp. It is the only one who has never deceived by your lies, since you came and you started to speak in your language strange halfway between Serbian and Italian that his English had nothing to do, and also in that time he has understood you and read the hints that you have not yet had the courage to confess even to him and maybe even to yourself, even from your departure from Florence and spent a year and a half.
"There are things -" he began, and Thomas interrupts you before you can even just finish the sentence; raise their hands and snorting blatantly drawing attention to a few people around you who, after a moment, decided that there is no need to interfere - and you do not blame them, given how you were afraid of what Tom did you get and then find out it was probably the best friend I could meet. "Things I do not know, I know, I know." Snarls, you hug and once again enjoyed the shoulders and think that if you were outside, you probably want to kick yourself for that attitude, while Tom snorting and angry and threatens you again, but in the end, with infinite patience to bear the fact that you continue to leave open speeches and explanations given, and despite All he seems to understand without the need to speak and say things and tell that it is good to remain where they are tightly closed. "I'll never understand this fucking secrecy, even were a state secret." Would you say that does not depend on you, in the end, you would like others to say that I have chosen for you, at the time, and you're just looking for to keep everything together without you life will crumble in your hands, dragging down both you and those around you and above
him, and even if you do not care about yourself, do again a thousand times that you made the choice to protect it, because it has been and still is such an important thing that you do not feel to make even one step without the certainty not to damage it. Would you like to tell and, probably, Tom would understand, even though Glasgow has a wife and a daughter who is beautiful and you want a huge asset to them and are happy that he has some people so special - would understand, but this is not the problem . The problem is that it is something so private that you do not feel even talk to anyone because it would be like to expose a wound that has not yet healed, and in fact continues to inflict Alberto, deeper and deeper each time revise it, every time his hands touch his skin and his fingers redefine the very essence of yourself, something that makes you Stevan
. So to shake the thousandth time the head, the lips that you miss out on a puff vaguely resigned instead of the cascade of words that continues to be held inside. Tom raises his eyes to heaven for the umpteenth time and found only the gray ceiling of the pool, even wanting to believe that there is someone above you certainly can not give him answers, and then simply stand up and pass a couple of times well open hands on his jeans, wearing risistemandoseli at best, a couple of sketches that darken them just around the brim and then you see him smile and know that I have forgiven even that is not said, and the aspects of it and smile already see the next question on the lips press. "Two days, then?" murmurs, softly, and you nod and let you face the lights of joy that so childish and full that only think of Florence and Albert manages to get him, just the thought of returning to what has been and will remain your home at least until there is someone to make it so, and for a moment you are convinced that everything you have been silent, all I can read your half-truths in the face with the clarity of a neon, and Thomas politely averts his eyes all the time you need to regain control over your body and regain the dignity that allows you to also talk about time - an impossible time, seven in the morning, but you do not care, because what you matters is only that you
for later, and everything else loses importance, and you can almost hear the smile on his lips the taste with which you will meet just outside the airport and the way that smile - that is unique to you , your only
- is pressed against your lips when you're in a place secluded enough to allow potervelo. "I'll wait outside." Concludes, quickly, and you nod and then come back grateful to push you into the water and close his eyes again, to the exclusion of everything new, try and focus only on your breathing and low-noise filter of the pool you shine on skin are well, when you stay alone, because you do not like to be with someone if you're not with him
. Do you prefer to be alone at this point, going quietly over the memories that are good for you. Smile while you let yourself embrace the water, bowing his head back while you wave your hair around the face and you smile with more conviction, as you said to Tom, in two days you will be back in Florence. The aspects huddled on the couch, wearing pants the old soft suit Fiorentina and resting your head on a pillow, his eyes almost closed with the weariness of the journey, the hand dangling by touching the soft carpet without actually hear - the head focused on anything, since you're already counting the steps Alberto separating that room, you can imagine Alice and children waving, kissing his wife on the cheek and hugging the kids, you can see him in the car and drive to Florence, for roads that are able to draw almost by heart, and you can feel his footsteps in the hallway as if you were beside him, so that when you feel you are already a slight knock on his feet to open. The six him even before he has entered, his hands seeking the warmth of her skin and face to rub against her soft coat, searching for it as if it were a breath of fresh air, as if it were the most important thing in the world, one that allows you to breathe and live - and this is a bit 'so, because when you're away from him the impression that you spend time holding their breath, as if you could breathe again only because there are his hands that will caress the side of his face and his laugh lightly on the lips. "Stevan. 'Calls you, and your name on his lips sounds like the greatest thing in the damn world, and you let out a slight sigh as you lean toward him and tie his arms around his neck before you kiss, you everything seems to explode, because it is something that you're never ready to face even after all this time that despite all been together through thick and thin, because Albert is something that you are not able to take the action because it is physically too, is a feeling you can not hold and do not want to include, because it makes you so well that there is no reason to contain it when it is so complete as to make you feel better each time. "Alberto." You call it, this time, and you seem to be able to continue to do all his life, if so needed to give you that smile that now he pursed his lips and that is only for you, you know, the smile that you do not even hesitate a moment to put into play everything once and then another and then countless more, until it came the time when you both have too much, perhaps too full of courage or too stupid to think a moment of more the consequences - even if you do not know who was in need consequences, when Alberto and let shake shake was so beautiful to look perfect. Floor sink your fingers in his hair, rubbing her nose against his cheek and breathing on his plane ride and you smell while he runs her fingers through her hair, slowly dissolving curl after curl. Search Again your lips in a kiss slowly, as if to extend as long as possible the sensation of being discovered that, you know, is the same as you pump up the heart and make you leave and come back again a child, as The first time you see him, one afternoon in Florence it was raining and he was a darker mood of the sky above you, while you were just full of curiosity about the new town and new people around. He was part of the new, new as it was the hand that you have stretched a bit 'colder than might be expected, introducing only as " Gilardino, last name, without adding another, and expecting you to leave him in peace, alone with his grief more or less true, did you smile while you think - God, how do you feel stupid just to think about it - and you've overthrown him in a long speech in Serbian, asked more and explaining how you felt good in that new place, and how the world around you seem more beautiful. Perfectly still remember the shocked expression, clearly convinced as I was to be stumbled into the craziest of crazy that team, and the explanation you gave Vlada dragged away before you could make trouble worse. On second thought, certainly did not expect things to arrive at this point, after that presentation definitely unusual, but you're not going to complain. "How was your flight?" I asked, dropping on the sofa with a look awfully tired, muttering something about his training and Siniša
eccentric
before silent and staring, inviting you to join him with his eyes. You do not you let him ask for a second time and the next slide in silence, finding a perfect fit against his side, her head resting on his sweater and his hands immediately seek contact with your body, slipping in a light caress on your side until you find your, hands, and shake gently, as if to say

hey, I'm here - as if you could forget a detail of such importance.
"Well." Against the breaths, trying to find a moment of you who have been so perfect, and can not find because you seem to find it, find the feeling that only he can give you, is ever more perfect previous time, as if it were possible to quantify perfection. You can be lulled by the normality of those gestures, her fingers touching the skin hot side under your shirt while he talks to you plan what goes on in his head, he complains of Siniša workout, tells you the first picture of Stephen, a scribble with the purple crayon is proudly hung on the board of cork in his kitchen, makes you laugh, speaking to the guys and you miss it, but mitigated by the presence of Alberto beside you. Do you mind not to be there every day, not being able to share the little things like you used to do, but right now you can not feel a real sense of loss, and you feel like a 'bad person for this. "How are you?" He asks in a whisper, and even if you thought about what to say to all duration of the flight and afterwards, when you were only waiting for him, now you can only think of how much you need him, how much you need of his lips and his breath on your skin, her smile a bit 'wrong and words whispers when you are lonely and want you to remember one by one, to repeat potertele when he is not there and hide behind those words the sense of loss that otherwise would become too much and risk of suffocation, when you're in England alone and your bed - your life - is so empty You may of course they seem to lose. Albert feels it and grabs a bit 'stronger, bending down to put your lips on your hands clasped together and then lifting them, leaving no go your own and sat at his heart. "Well." I replied, teasing, even if you had almost forgotten to have made him one question, and do not have time to be angry with him - as if he were able, in fact - because Alberto plane ride, and folds just to kiss you, and you completely lose the urge to get angry because there are only his lips and the warmth of his hand on your chest, over your heart. You have the impression that I can feel the frantic beat, but if so, there Alberto carefully and with his face close to yours, without leave. You breathe on him quietly, waiting for you to stretch both to him and try and again his lips, half-closed eyes and head lolling against his shoulder as he kisses you with the same calm, savoring every nuance of the kiss, as to want to remember forever. Laugh floor, as he hugs you and only contact between you all you need to feel a warm and has nothing to do with the temperature around because it is under your skin, straight from the heart and surrounds you and envelops you , because these moments are one and only one, for reasons that have nothing to do with sex alone - in fact, has little to do with that feeling and nothing.

lifts his shirt just enough to caress the tips of his fingers, hot skin, finding all the measures and feelings that seemed to have lost in that single month of the distance, the way in which slips imperceptibly to you, the way you raise your chin, holding it between thumb and index finger, only to be able to kiss again to make it clear that you are not the only one who has had enough of this distance, which would revert to being just like you were at the time of Florence, when both had only to look over his shoulder to find each other, with the certainty that would have been there for everything from marital strife to a common flu. Maybe that's what you miss the most, of your relationship, how they were always together, without asking for anything that he could not give to another; this strange alchemy that comes back every time you find yourself and that makes it more beautiful and more full, and so much to scare you, almost.
pressed his nose to his stomach and breathe slowly, almost casually kissing hot and taut skin of his stomach, slowly, his fingers through his hair that you do not shake or move away, just stay there to intrigue the strands of hair but simply to be heard, to be
. The hum you hear when you try to subtly and pull down a bit 'further down, a moment before it lifts you up to it again and shoots you a kiss on the nose is a bit' offended and a little 'fun while you laugh at new - you seem have not done anything, you seem to just laugh when you're with him lately, and you do not know if you like it or scare you terribly, as do - and a hum " not changed at all" that is lost in yet kiss. slides on his back laughing and shooting with you, until you find yourself buried in the cushions and Albert is above you with the most beautiful smile in the world, almost cheeky smile that is only yours and that you raise to cover with yours, and kiss him and kiss him again - and both are naked and when you've stripped you do not remember, I only remember his warm hands to the sides of your face while you still attracted to him to kiss. Tie the legs around his waist, by rubbing your hips and letting out a groan, very small, and while he sighs that sigh you hear on the skin, it glides like a caress on your cheek as his hands will shake the wrists, while desperately looking for a foothold your movements become more frenzied and also you feel short of breath for a moment, while tightening his grip around her hips with all the strength you have left and come against him, murmuring his name - and you seem to have forgotten how to breathe, at least not until Albert sighed for thy name, and let themselves go against your body. rests her head on your shoulder, continuing to breathe without saying anything while waiting he had recovered his breath sufficiently to be able to kiss for the umpteenth time and then another, letting slip his fingers through your hair to get you closer to him. Do not say "I love you

", as you prepare to sleep quietly, so as indeed would not let you say, but there is no need to specify something that is implicit in each of the looks that you exchange. No need to say, when the way he hugs and draw him to your chest, as if it were the most comfortable pillows, is the biggest statement you can make him, not needed, when the way he leans his head against you and closes his eyes is the best statement you can receive.
Shakes arms around her shoulders and looked at him sleeping, gently breathing as quietly as possible not to wake him, watching in slight shadow while resting in your arms, her head resting against your chest and his lips curled in a vague smile, and think it's beautiful. Think of the nights spent together to look at sleep, so much to not even be able to list them without losing the account, so that you have learned so much to be near that small movements do not disturb more of both, the period in which was simpler, when there was no need to take airplanes and inventing things with friends to steal those moments to pass along to save them from your lives that, while separate, do not want to learn to divide without tear pieces of the heart, respectively, at the time when Alice got and you've also got - you've realized that there was no room for you in Florence, and not Alberto have forced the choice that Alice had ordered, quiet but not longer be ignored.
slip out of the blankets as gently as possible, without waking Alberto moving a bit 'but then buries his face in the pillow with a faint moan, and you smile while you stick touched his shirt and the button up on you, gently opening the doors and moving a step or two in the small terrace of the hotel room you have booked for two nights. Puffs up a cloud of condensation in the fresh air of Florence in February - an incredibly hot in February, as you remember, plan smile, realizing that you probably any Italian winter seem warm after the cold Englishman who does not go away even when ' summer, and that the climate a bit 'naughty you lack of Tuscany, with its sudden showers and the hot muggy summer and winter and the snow fell a bit' in earnest and a bit 'to pretend, sometimes carried by the wind and sometimes true.

Would you like to come back. Would you go as you wanted a few things in your life, and probably have never wanted anything with such intensity, because that is your home. It is in Florence that you think, when you comes to mind the word "home " means the city center and the Lungarno chaotic, so full of people to make you almost impossible to escape without having to stop every few steps to sign autographs and take pictures, but so beautiful and alive

by fill your heart with joy and nostalgia whenever you happen to go over with the thought that your home will sell is immensely sad, in the quietest you were able to find real estate in your shipments with Vlada, even the locker rooms and stadium The Citadel you've never really seen you look more like full house of your apartment English, and think that they probably have people around. You had a way to Florence to love you and make you feel part of yourself that you think you can not find anywhere else, despite so much safer to travel in the course of your life, lose their appetite to do with it, and it seems that even those trips from Liverpool to Florence once a month start already to be too much, simply because you would have wanted to stay there, do not move anymore until Albert had gone too, or maybe even later.
"I do not think it gets cold?" Alberto's voice reaches you behind and you just smile, shrug: you were convinced not to have woken up, but what you do not mind, not really, not while he makes you slip her arms around her shoulders and pulls you soon against his body, against your pants and his shirt that he wore the first to follow out, alarmed and awakened by the lack of someone close, your breath had ceased to heat the skin when you were raised.
"No." I say, simply, without wasting words and explanations that do not serve that neither wants, because what matters is only that you are together, right now, and that you stay close together and as long as possible, ignoring the ticking clock in the pocket of your pants trying to tell both that every second that passes is one second closer to the time when you return the plane and they both head back to living two separate lives and separate, at least for another month. Alberto rests his chin on your shoulder, lightly, and you touched my cheek with his lips only for a moment before following the direction you point your eyes and find the dome of the Duomo, and smile with you the same stupid thing of day when he and Richard will have accompanied for the first time to visit good for the square, the Duomo and the Baptistery, the way he looked up to your insistence to climb the bell tower and the laughter with which you Riccardo he accompanied on his place, while Albert remained standing with their arms crossed waiting for his chest and the annoyed expression on the lips of the world. "I used to think -" beginning and then stop when Alberto nods, as if it were able to read your mind the thought that has crossed it and bring it to fruition without your having to give it voice. Smile vaguely reassured, and let go of his head back just enough to find his shoulder and, after a moment, his lips touching yours and your heart keeps stopping at the most wrong, making you jump in surprise when He grabs a sob louder and hides in your hair.
'Alice asked me to say goodbye. "He sighed in a whisper, and you t'irrigidisci and you let out a sigh that seems completely empty, and we put a little' to find something to respond to the point that probably Alberto must have decided that you did not intend to do so and returned to the city looking over your shoulder. You take a breath, fiddling with a lock of her hair and twisted with your own lock, letting the colors mix together while he raised his head.
"Say hello, too." He murmured, and felt Alberto blow amused, as he shook his head slightly, so that you can just move, rather than see it. You laugh softly, watching the clouds of your breath that disappear after a second escape from your lips, and seek the hand of Alberto with a sigh, hugging and kissing in your back of his hand, holding it against your lips for all time when you feel the need to do so, where you feel the need to say a thousand things without finding words, and let's be a gesture to talk to you, to tell all your nostalgia and all the love you feel inside inflate even thinking about him but you can not -

that you can not - to put into words, either, although it is true that neither you nor he feel the need. Albert smiled, touching his cheek with his lips again and sticking his nose in your hair, clinging still closer to him to heat up and reply to those words mute -
I love you too, I miss you too, yes, I know, I know you feel short of breath when you're there. It is the same for me, is the same. "Soon there will be two years." Finds, simply, and Alberto nods slowly, without adding words that could ruin the moment. Close your eyes and breathe the mist of that morning in Florence, grateful to be quite cool on the skin to soothe you into hell, hell that is good and evil and then good and that only he can lead only to close existing you and share with you those moments that are only yours and that no one, no one , neither a wife nor a son, nor anyone else can ever take from those moments because you're

, no half measures and no limit. Alberto rests on the lips warm skin behind the ear and you sigh-up so full of his presence at the side and inside

you to the point that you seem to be able to burst. Do not think of anything else while he is around you chest with his arms and then they rose up against him, bringing both inside, the warmth of the comfortable white duvet, not think about anything because Albert is something so complete that also loses a little something to think about 'his way, when you're with him. Only, you are well, and I will repeat, even while you rake him again, pulling off his shirt, and laughing while kissing every inch of your skin that makes the open.
're good. Do you ever alone with him, always. you push the edge and leave you embrace the water, close eyes for a moment and still images to be in Florence, images that move the fingers of your hair is Alberto, not water, and when he opened his eyes you almost expect to see her face on the side of your field of vision . Instead, there are only the gray ceiling of the pool and Tom sat on the usual chair, browse a gossip magazine and mumbles something. Between you smile and close her eyes again, grateful that even this has changed. Sub , start counting the minutes that separate you from returning to Florence.