Something Always Brings Me Back to You

6) Stirring the Pot

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DECEMBER 2006
Sophie's POV

"He he he, he he he, stop it." I giggled, eyes still closed as I felt Cristiano leave a trail of kisses up my arm and shoulder. We were lying in bed. I opened one eye and glanced at the clock, which read 7:03, before quickly shutting it and squeezing both my eyes tightly in sheer exhaustion.

His gentle kisses tickled and woke me up. He chuckled deeply and left a harder, passionate wake-up kiss on my lips that definitely made me open my eyes.

"I love you." he said reassuringly, like I might have any doubt of his love. Recently he had been saying it all the time, and showering me with flowers and chocolates, not to mention constantly kissing me and telling me how beautiful and sexy I was.

"I love you too." I said automatically, with an almost questioning tone in my voice as to why he kept saying it. He played with my hair that was tossed messily around me.

"Why don't you go back to sleep? You have the match later, you need to be well rested." I said, rubbing his shoulder with one arm and stroking his chest with the other at the same time.

He let out a loud laugh, which of all of his possible reactions, was certainly not the one I was expecting. "Sleep? I haven't been able to sleep at all, all night."

I put on a fake pout and continued rubbing his shoulder. "Poor you. Why?"

"Well, I'm really nervous for the match. Manchester derbies are always a big deal, and the fans get really hyped up, which makes more pressure."

"Hm, I'm sorry. But I know you'll do amazing. And I'll be there cheering you on." I smiled at him.

"Thank you. And you know that means everything to me." he kissed me.

"Unfortunately..." He said as he pulled away from the kiss, "my back has been killing me. For a while now. I hope it's ok for the match tonight."

"Hmm... Let me see what I can do about that." I had a mischievous smile on my face. I sat up and flipped him over on to his back. I moved one of my legs over his lower back and butt so I was straddling him. I had it in my mind to give him a massage. Starting at the middle of his back, I moved my hands slowly but firmly upwards towards his shoulders and then continued all around his shoulders and back.

"Mmm this feels amazing mi amor." Cristiano said from below me. "And it's very sexy."

I laughed and leant down so my face was right next to his. "Well, you know how... handy I can be." I spoke softly into his ear. He smirked and in return so did I, before continuing to massage him. Since I had been with Cristiano, I had grown a lot more confident in myself. I would never have been able to say that, or pull this whole trick before him. Or with any other guy.

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LATER THAT DAY

"Man United, Man United, Man United!" I joined in the enthusiastic crowd's cheering, even from my private box where I was viewing the match, (well, more specifically, Cristiano), from. It was the 76th minute, and Manchester were playing well. They were winning 2-1. Cristiano had gotten an assist but not yet a goal. I was standing next to a few of Cristiano's friends and his manager Jorge Mendes in in his box.

"He's playing well, don't you think." Jorge came up from behind me.

Slightly surprised, I stuttered, "Uh, yeah, of course. He always does."