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! Fanfic: (18) 'Till the snow falls on the Sahara.


Collection: 18
Title:
'Till the snow falls on the Sahara

Fandom: RPF - Football (Fiorentina AC / UC Sampdoria) Characters: Giampaolo Pazzini, Riccardo Montolivo

Rating: For all


Warning: Slash


Disclaimer: This fanfiction
not for profit. You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. Nothing told fanfiction in this really happened but it is fictional, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities.
Word Count: 407w. (



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Notes: Eighteen

. Eighteen
like the chapters in this collection. Eighteen as the number of links that have shared at Fiorentina, who first took on the shoulders Giampaolo and is now on the shoulders of Richard. Eighteen

as the years that makes my



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, who is the dedicatee of this collection only. Greetings, my darling. ♥




# 1 - 'Till the snow falls on the Sahara.

Giampaolo's hands are freezing as I've never been, Riccardo shivers just when the rest hear on his cheeks - which are equally cold and red, while Giampaolo goes over them with your fingertip. Around them there is only silence, and Richard is surprised that they are truly in the schoolyard, because it is absurd, should be at the bar with everyone else and instead are in the middle of the courtyard in the middle of what can be classified as the first snowstorm of the year, and neither wearing the jacket. Obviously both get sick, it is clear, and the coach will whisk you off to the team speed of light - Ok, never mind, do not care, not while Giampaolo collects a snowflake from her hair and looks as if it was simply wonderful.
"You should Essert of us used to the snow north." Riccardo manages to stammer, trying not to think about the amount of people that can see the scene and give all the interpretations of two boys who want to stop idiots in the snow and Fleece Sweater - interpretations that rarely play in their favor. Giampaolo replied with a crooked smile, one of his smiles, embarrassed and embarrassing, and Richard hopes to can not blush - or at least be able to justify the blood flow to the cheeks feel the cold that is taking and that makes him wince visibly.
"Cold?" Asks Giampaolo, in a whisper, and even Richard is willing to laugh in his face because, c'mon,
yes, of course that makes me cold Giampaolo, we are less than two and we're out in the middle of a blizzard, is Clearly, it makes me cold, it's strange that you're not trembling too
. Giampaolo seems to read the words behind his lips and laughs, and the next moment it is kissing and Riccardo forget everything, forget the cold and snow - but it is nice, also like him, and swirls around to them and makes it completely silent.
"Congratulations." Giampaolo laughs, amused by his expression a bit 'lost, and Richard found only after a lucid moment for elbowing in the stomach. "Unfortunately, this is my unique gift for your eighteen, I had other ideas."
Riccardo still laughs and kisses him again, without worrying about the consequences, and can not even get angry about the fact that you are three years wait for that kiss is doing.