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"we were gonna come see you yesterday, but we, uhm. got busy." luara spoke into the phone, taking a water bottle out of the fridge and taking a few swigs from it.
"yeah, uhm, lu? can i call you in a few hours? i'm on a date."
luara paused, putting the bottle down and leaning over slightly so she was resting on the kitchen counter, "with who?"
"i'll tell you soon, okay? te amo."
before luara could say anything in return, kaila had already ended the phone call, obviously in a rush. kaila hadn't been with anyone for a while, and while luara was happy she was finally moving on, she was nervous. she didn't want her to get hurt like luara did, or be in the same type of relationship luara had been in. otherwise, she was excited for her.
"lua?" a voice called out for her down the hallway, and she hummed loudly in response.
typing into her phone, she glanced up to see a tired and groggy neymar approaching her. once he got close enough, he reached out for her, but instead of giving him her hand, she gave him the water bottle.
he hummed, but took a swig anyway, standing behind her, "you mad at me?"
she shook her head, "no, why? i'm just doing something."
taking a few more sips, he put the bottle back down and set his hands on her hips, squeezing slightly. furrowing his brows in concentration, he pushed his hips into hers, exhaling, "no kiss, meu amor?"
"no, i'm not fucking. i'm sore." she put her phone down, standing up straight. he wouldn't let her move, though, because he quickly snaked an arm around her waist, and the other around her shoulder, tilting her jaw to face him.
"why, did i fuck you good last night?" he grinned proudly, eyes trailing down to stare at her lips.
"hm," she hummed with a chuckle, "stop getting better."
she gestured to his leg, and he gripped her jaw, bringing her in for a kiss, but she stopped him, "no. i know you, not right now. i need to shower."
he spun her around, trapping her between himself and the counter, placing his hands either side of her, "i won't fuck you right now, i just want a kiss."
she raised her brows suspiciously, leaning back against the counter and placing her hands on his hips, rubbing her thumbs over his v-line, "one kiss?"
"mhm. you love when i kiss you. you can't tell me you don't want a kiss."
she rolled her eyes playfully, and he grinned, capturing her lips with his. they hummed against each other's lips, and he wrapped a hand around her neck, deepening their kiss. as he did though, it made him pause, remembering what he saw. or rather, what he didn't see.
pulling away abruptly, he glanced down at her neck, seeing nothing left of his kissing and biting from the night before, nothing left of what he did to mark his territory.
"where's it gone?" he asked, eyes flicking up to meet hers.
"where's what?"
"hickeys. ones i gave you?" he tutted as if it was obvious, feeling annoyed that they'd disappeared so quickly, even though they were most prominent in the mornings.
she smiled in amusement, "i put concealer on them. i facetimed my mamãe. didn't want her seeing."
he understood, but he was annoyed that he couldn't see. he reached into the drawer beside them, puling out some wipes, and began rubbing at her neck, humming victoriously when he found them.
"happy now?" she asked, pulling him back to her, leaning back in.
