Gerbera Daisy Program

! Fanfic: Breathe in, breathe out.

Title: Breathe in, breathe out. Fandom: RPF - Football (AC Fiorentina)

Characters:
Stevan Jovetic, Alberto Gilardino

Rating: For all

Warning: H / C, Fluff, Slash Disclaimer: This fanfiction is 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 personality.

Word Count: 613w. (




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Notes: I needed to get out of my tunnel of drama, let's face it. \\ O / However, I do not know how many millennia mica that were not writing a thing about them that was not entirely a disaster, or more generally, how long since I wrote a nice fluff in the grace of God and not stuff that destroy lives each line. So it's doubly nice, although I have been called OOC. * Cade *


BREATHE IN, BREATHE OUT



Stevan keeps his eyes on the game, and shakes his hand too strong, but Albert does not say anything and confined to caress the inside of the thumb with the wrist, slowly, trying to calm the tension evident in his close and around his body. The boy shows no signs of having even registered his presence at his side, but Albert can hear her grip relax while you read every step, every movement of his companions without taking their eyes off him even for a moment, saw him stretch Adrian when preparing the punishment, as if he himself were about to kick it, and sees the smile that pursed lips as if he were to score when the ball hits the bar and then enter the network, the Franks and explodes with joy while Adrian tries and Siniša embraces it, lifting from the floor and nearly falling under his weight.
"Do you miss playing, right?" She sighs, without letting go of his hand even for a moment, and Stevan nods again without even looking. He closes his eyes after a moment, running a hand over her eyes to try to hide the tears and fatigue. "More than you can imagine." She sighs, and an idea began their way into the head of Alberto. Alberto practically drags him up under the weight of Fiesole, in front of goal which saw him score a thousand times, in the stadium who had called him and was thrilled with him. But now the stadium is empty, and there is no goalkeeper in goal. There's just Albert, behind him, digging her nose in her hair and stands in front of a ball, without saying anything else. "What are we doing here?" Whispers Stevan, uncertain, and Alberto laughs again, directly on the skin, and he can not help but shudder. "Albert -" "Mark." He says, only, and he looks the ball first and then the door, and seems far away and everything seems bigger than he, and his knee still more fragile than it is in reality. I can not. "She whispered, covering his eyes with his hands, and Alberto smiles, patiently, and even closer to him.
"I hold myself." She whispers, and Stevan feel his arms around the the chest and shoulders, tighten with a delicacy which can not find a correspondent in his memories, as if Albert was afraid to hear it fall apart under its own hands. And it is good, even if it hurts, because he likes that Alberto worry about him, but at the same time hates merit his tenderness, his attentions. Alberto continues to speak softly against his ear in a whisper. "It's a penalty. The ninetieth of the match with Juventus. They put down Adrian, but decided to leave it to you. "Stevan closes his eyes and can really feel the sudden silence that descends on Fiesole as he puts the ball on the ground, it fixes a couple of times and then kicks without even looking Storari, without being distracted neither by him nor by anyone else. Stevan kick-up with the right, trying not to force it, and Alberto accompanies it, hits the ball with him and look set to finish in the network, and Fiesole explodes inside their heads and their hearts, and it's like Alberto had never even thought for a second go and Stevan potersene had never hurt, it's as if they were still there, and they never strayed. "Thanks." Stevan whispers, and Albert shakes his head. They remain embraced a little more ', just under the curve in the dark.