𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

MARC GUIU

REQUESTED!

IN WHICH aurora surprises marc for his birthday

Marc Guiu let out a long sigh as he collapsed onto the couch in his London apartment. It had been a grueling day of training, and though he was excited about his birthday, something was missing, or rather, someone. His girlfriend, Aurora, still lives in Spain far away from her boyfriend, who now lives in england. The distance between them had been harder than either of them anticipated. Video calls and voice notes helped, but it wasn't the same as having her there.

He picked up his phone, scrolling through the photos they'd taken during his last trip home. There was one of her laughing, her head tilted back, her hair catching the sunlight just right. Marc couldn't help but smile. she is everything to him, and he hated being so far away.

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aurora stood outside marc's apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. She clutched the key he'd given her before he left for England, her fingers trembling slightly. It had been months since she'd last seen him in person, and she was equal parts nervous and excited.

Pushing the key into the lock, she turned it and stepped inside quietly. The familiar scent of his cologne lingered in the air, instantly calming her nerves. She set her bag down near the door and tiptoed through the apartment, listening for any signs of where he might be.

The sound of soft music playing led her to his bedroom. The door was slightly open, and when she peeked inside, she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of her presence.

Her heart swelled at the sight of him? his broad shoulders, his messy brown hair, the way he looked so effortlessly handsome even when he wasn't trying.

She pushed the door open fully and stepped inside. "Happy birthday, mi amor" she said softly.

Marc froze. His phone slipped from his hands onto the bed as his head shot up. For a moment, he just stared at her, his dark eyes wide with disbelief.

"rory? he breathed, his voice barely audible.

She smiled, her eyes filling with tears. "surprise"

Before she could say another word, Marc was on his feet. He crossed the room in three long strides, his arms wrapping around her tightly as he lifted her off the ground. His hands found their way to her thighs, and he gripped her firmly, his touch both possessive and tender.

"Dios mío, no puedo creerlo" he murmured into her neck as he buried his face there. "You're here. You're really here"

Rory wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on just as tightly. "I missed you so much" she whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

Marc pulled back just enough to look at her, his hands still gripping her. "You have no idea how much I've missed you, mi cielo"

Their eyes met, and before she could reply, he kissed her. It was urgent and passionate, the kind of kiss that made her knees weak. She tightened her hold on him as his lips moved against hers, his hands keeping her steady.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless. Marc rested his forehead against hers, a small smile tugging at his lips. "This is the best birthday present I could've asked for" he said, his voice low and full of emotion.

Rory smiled shyly, her fingers brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck. "wanted to surprise you. I hated being away from you"

Marc set her down gently but kept his arms around her, not wanting to let her go.

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Later that day, after spending hours catching up and simply enjoying each other's company, it was time for Marc's game. Rory had insisted on coming with him, even though she was still a bit nervous about being in a massive stadium surrounded by fans.

Marc walked out of the locker room in his Chelsea kit, looking every bit the confident professional footballer. But when his eyes found Rory waiting for him by the tunnel, his expression softened.

"Amore" he said, walking over to her.

Rory looked up at him, her face glowing with pride. "You look amazing" she said, her voice full of admiration.

Marc smirked, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "You're the only one I care about impressing"

"marc" she dragged out, squeezing his hand. "I'll be cheering for you the whole time"

Marc's gaze darkened slightly, his protective side kicking in. "You'll be in my box, right? Away from the crowd?"

Rory nodded, trying not to laugh at his overprotectiveness. "Yes, Marc. I'll be safe."

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The game ended with Chelsea winning, and Marc had played exceptionally well, scoring a goal that had the entire stadium roaring. But as far as he was concerned, the only person whose reaction mattered was Rory's.

When he walked out of the tunnel after the game, still sweaty and tired but glowing with pride, he spotted her waiting for him. She ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck.

"You were incredible!" she said, her voice muffled against his chest.

Marc held her tightly, lifting her off the ground once again. "All for you, mi cielo"

They spent the rest of the night celebrating his birthday, curled up together on the couch in his apartment. Marc couldn't stop touching her, whether it was holding her hand, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, or resting a hand on her thigh.

"I'm never letting you go back to Spain" he said suddenly, his voice serious.

Rory looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat. "Marc..."

"I mean it" he said, cupping her face with his large hand. "I need you here with me, amore"

Rory smiled softly, leaning into his touch. "we'll figure thus out" she promised.

NAI SPEAKSSS

hiiii

i kind of lost motivation......