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Title: Time is just a matter of perception Fandom: RPF - Football (Fiorentina AC / UC Sampdoria) Characters: Riccardo Montolivo, Giampaolo Pazzini, appointed other people Rating: VM14 Warning: Angst, Slash, Fluff, drabble series 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: 2303w. ( fiumidiparole
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Notes: Dedicated to my

brideofthewind
because he asked me yesterday, almost joking, and I Did I immediately written. ♥ And no, I will miss the next few days, and this is a kind of gift to say hello and wish you a pleasant journey. ♥
TIME IS JUST A MATTER OF PERCEPTION - love turns ten -
2000 When you know the first thing you think is that Montolivo is a strange kid - just do not know yet whether in the sense positive or negative. What I know is that the guy who is all tease, but that does not seem offended by this, that despite all smiles and continues to train behind him even though everyone seems to have fun too, and you feel the urge to smash the nose all without having the right, because the , you just sixteen years and he is fifteen and improvise cavalier servant is not exactly the greatest aspiration of your life. You also know that you like a lot that we already consider her a friend - probably because you're the only one not laughing at him or because he realized who he is convinced Luca to malinger for a couple of days, once who had really crossed the line - but the reason you're not going to admit it even to yourself, imagine him. 2001 "I do not want to go to school." He muttered, drawing lines without effect in the condensation on the window of the bus, and Richard on your side closes the book he was rehearsing with an amused snort. "Where would the news?" He jokes, fun, and you are relieved to see him so relaxed after what happened yesterday in the training - your mind you once again for a moment that bleaching in Riccardo become aware of yet, imaginative title that circulates in the locker room to leave training prematurely, forcing the coach to put it even team out for a couple of weeks. "Nothing new, in fact, now jump." Ads happy, and you turn to him with the widest of smiles, one that sports when you need to get someone to do something for you. "You make me company?" "Giampi ... 'drafts him, but you prevent all his protestations of hand pulling the book and inserting it in your folder. "Come on, now afternoon after workouts come to my house and we study together, I promise. "appease him, and Richard rolls his eyes and moans something. Even so, past a beautiful morning around the city. 2002 Are you sure that when in the future try to remember this moment, I could not, or better, for sure we succeed, only that there is no history that you can keep in mind all the details that you now are filling the heart of a love so hot to do almost scary, because it is too big and there is no history that there may be more. Richard's hands around your wrists, looking for a grip that you can not give it, since you hear more and more soft legs every passing moment. The lock of her hair that tickles your cheek, light, every time you rub your faces just against each other. The tip of his nose touches your underwear in a caress, sweet, of those who do well and make you feel at home . The beat of your heart that seems to run away from your ribs from the pounding, tumtumtum , and that of Richard, who fights against your skin and mixes with you and make you well and you would just stay there forever. "Giampaolo -" murmured he, just away from your lips, and you just annoyed grumbling, but stop immediately when you cross your eyes - which are the same, brighter and clearer, those that have lost their heads and they do not shine even a shadow of fear or remorse for what you have just discovered to share, yet another secret, yet another
what your
where nobody can ever come between them. While the look and move the lock of hair behind her ear, laughing embarrassed, are you sure those eyes will be the only thing you can never forget.

2003 Richard's hands are trembling. You know even if you're not watching - or rather, you're watching your back to your little ahead, focusing on details of marginal importance as the band that tries to keep him her hair and the folds of the shirt a bit 'too loose around his shoulders. You know you are shaking because it's always been like that, remember that light touch and trembling slid under his shirt in an endless series of strokes and then stop button of jeans arrived at because the tremor was strong enough to not be able to be controlled, and memories her laughter and embarrassed the way you have removed his fingers as if to say

no rush, how much and how you want, I'll always be here waiting
.
Take a step forward and take hands in a burst of courage, and feel that they cease to tremble and slowly smile, the same fear of that emotion, which is a bit 'one of the first game as a starter and then another, only yours. Even Richard smiles, and everything seems to disappear.

2004

Crush nose against his stomach as if to

him breathe, and feel Riccardo hold your breath in a way that almost makes you feel proud of yourself and you go, kisses the floor of his warm skin stomach and smile against his skin when he does run his fingers through your hair, unsure even of what he wants, and you just continue in your employment, kisses and gently brush the skin with his tongue only shudder to hear him again, stifling yet another moan against his own arm, which is good that more whether or not everyone has understood all, but still prefer to avoid forcing all to take note. "Giampaolo -" Richard sighed your name like a prayer, and you laugh and nod softly, getting up to kiss him and leaving him on the button of your jeans, and your fingers tremble again but this time unable to control them, and then you hear them travel up the arm and draw him once again for another kiss, which left both drown your fears.

2005 Florence you like. That is, you always liked, since you were so much higher and your parents brought you for the first time to see the old town and you'd initially only wanted to stay at home playing with your playstation and you spent the entire trip to complain of more or less anything. But then fall in love with Florence in a way that seemed wrong even as you were ten years yes and no.
The apartment that you and Richard have taken together - and is nearly a laugh, saying it out loud, because you seem so obvious and blatant that seems impossible that no one understood - you like. A little 'because it is yours, you have chosen in a July day so hot that you seemed to dissolve without the possibility of having to escape and sign a contract without even looking at what you were signing, and this would be enough to make the most beautiful house in the world , and a little 'because it has a balcony from which, on days when your neighbor does not put in washing an entire regiment, you can see the Duomo.
"Sometimes I think you love me more of Florence." Laughs Richard, take my hand, and you shake your head, even though inside you

perhaps you also agree with what you said.


2006

Richard hugs you from behind, betrayal, during a boring workout with coach Prandelli who keep repeating that you have to put a little 'over your head if you want to do something and all you can do, once appealed to all the dignity you have, is loosed no escape, complete with a verse quite ridiculous. And he laughs plan against your ear and you greenhouse strongest arms around his waist and leans her head against your shoulder and, seriously, with all good will, what can the world want from you right now you do not know explain that you feel your head is very light and you just want to finish that training to be able to drag in the first closet and finally put their hands on. 'Pazzini, five laps of the field, "the voice of Prandelli collects you from your cloud and makes you fall head into reality, bringing you to wonder why
only you have to run as it was obvious that Richard has come to annoy you. "So let's see if you can stay focused." When you walk next to Richard's tongue out and when you hear his laughter follow you as you continue to run, you're pretty sure that the laps of the field have already become seven.
2007
Richard is drunk, when I bring her home and holding it against his shoulder while trying to open the door without possibly let him go, since it does not seem quite unable to stand up alone. "Giampaolo - 'moans, when finally you can get the lock, and both tumbled into the house and you find yourself on the floor in a confused tangle. "I'm of shit. "" Great discovery. "hum, managing to extricate himself just enough to throw a football at the door and close it, while Richard is lying on his back and looks at you. "You're drunk."
"Hmm, I know." He sighed, and put her hands to her temples. "I did not think so, though." "You're delusional, you go to bed. Retorted, just upset because you had the idea of the finale of the evening was completely different, after a crazed look Richard in that space without being able to stretch the hands on him like you wanted to do. Try to get up but he holds you and kisses you when, despite the taste on his lips, Richard is always the same. "It is not necessary." Murmured against your lips, and although you have no idea what he's saying, you do not feel right to contradict him.
2008
you like Richard a lot when you held against him, you love to feel his thin arms around you and you keep your back pressed against his chest - his heart - because those moments are where you feel truly one with him, those moments when you do not care of the whole world. "I thought," Richard whispers, running his fingers through his hair in a gentle caress. 'Would not be nice to stay here in Florence for ever? I mean - "take a moment to reflect how to express the idea is bouncing in my head for some time, but only now found the courage to confess. "Not just playing, just in Florence. The two of us. " You take a moment to answer, because from what he said must be just something that takes time, you learned to read even the smallest nuances of her voice and her body, and even if it continues to try to stay relaxed, you can hear his heart beat faster, as your lips resting on his chest. "It looks perfect." Admit it, feel it and rejoice in himself, you can hear her smile pressed against your forehead and then against your lips. You smile too, and squeeze it harder. 2009
Richard not watching you when you are in the tunnel before your first match with a tee different, and yet you continue to stare, as if he were suddenly looking even forgive you. Despite the astonished gaze of your teammates and the decidedly puzzled Gilardino, which team do you drive, and a bit 'suspicious, get out of your next row and arrivals, extending a hand to touch his shirt. "Richard -" call him, lowering his voice, he looks at you and snorts but a kind of assent, as if to say that you are listening. "Look, I'm sorry, but you can. Mean. We at least pretend that everything is ok for this game? It hurts - »" Fuck you. "Hisses, trying to sound angry, but the next moment you're kissing him in front of everyone - and all avert their eyes, smart enough to realize that is not the case, not really - and Do you feel that melts in your hands and return to the Richard soft and gentle you are used to make, what you're in love for so many years you've almost lost count. He says nothing, not even looking at you, after that kiss, but he smiles when you return to your seat, and inside you, you already know you have forgiven. 2010 holding it against you while crying - for the accident, for his Fiorentina, for all that could have happened in the past year has been one of the most strenuous that you have ever faced - and realize one thing. Realize that the time for you is never past, it is as if you were still two children in Bergamo or two guys just arrived in Florence and so full of dreams and hopes that they can burst. Realize that the time does not matter for you, that time is nonsense because they are ten years that you have never lost and you'll never lose. Realize that time is only a matter of perception, and that does not work for you because you are so united that we, time?
that bullshit.
"I'm here." whispers the floor, hearing the cry harder against your shoulder and you feel that baby again this time held in Bergamo in the arms of a man twenty-five, and rightly so, stroked his hair again and this time the twenty-six years your and he has only fifteen and she is crying because the dressing room-mates tease him. "I'm here." You say again, softly, and you're just you, ageless and limitless, and you were always there, and you've never gone.