Somebody to You (Neymar Jr) ✔

#35, Pillow talk

»So you and Davi's mother never actually were together?« Lorelai asked curiously.

They were lying in her bed, completely spent, sweaty and naked, cuddling underneath the covers. Lorelai's head rested against Neymar's shoulder, his arms were wrapped around her frame and his fingers were constantly leaving trails of shivers wherever he brushed over her skin. The all too familiar after-sex atmosphere made Lorelai feel drowsy, satisfied and happy, as if they were actually on Cloud 9 instead of her bedroom in the middle of the night.

»Not really,« Neymar said. »We get along great, thank God for that. But we never really were a couple. But we understand each other, that's what's important now, right?«

Lorelai pursed her lips, thinking about the situation Neymar found himself in as a father of a little boy who was all the way over in Brazil, so far away from him most of the time. Still difficult to wrap her mind around. Neymar had a kid. She'd known for so long, yet it was only now starting to matter to her, what with all those thoughts of »them« ghosting around inside her head. »Must be hard.«

»Hm?«

»Not having your kid around all the time. Must be difficult.« As she lazily drew a finger over his stomach, thereby creating a pattern on his naked body, she admired his chiselled abs with a sigh. Such a nice body, and she had it to herself right now, she pondered contently, thinking back to the action they'd just had.

She could feel more than hear Neymar heave a heavy sigh in response to her words. Great, she reprimanded herself over her mindless comment. Way to be a buzz-kill. »I'm sorry,« she said, pulling a face. »I didn't want to spoil the moment.«

»Nah. It's okay,« he said. She felt his lips leave a soft kiss on top of her head, his hand rising to brush over her blonde hair in a soothing manner that supported his words. »It's been over a year now since I moved to Spain and I get to have Davi around for a few days once a month at least. And we talk over the phone all the time too. It's not ideal, but the best we can do right now. But the mind wanders, you know? I wonder what it'd be like to have Davi around all the— I swear to God, if you continue doing that thing with your finger, I cannot be held responsible for what I might do to you.«

She grinned cheekily, renewing her effort in drawing patterns on his skin. She hadn't even been aware how low she'd wandered with them, but seeing the bulk forming under the sheets, just a little more south than to where her finger was circling over his skin, she couldn't help but tease him some more. »Whatever do you mean?« she asked innocently.

He actually growled then before he lifted his body on top of hers. »How 'bout I'll show you?«

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»You are such a tease,« Neymar mumbled breathlessly afterwards.

She chuckled, still dizzy from their latest round, and pinched him in the side in response, making him jump slightly. He laughed and caught her hand, pulling her on top of him. »No fair!« she protested, but her words died in her mouth as he kissed her rigorously, turning her on again. Seriously, how many rounds could they go before she'd finally have enough of him?