Helping out her best friend by playing the lead in that music video project for university had seemed like an easy enough feat for art student Lorelai García. Only, it wasn't. Especially since not only Lorelai, but the whole first team of the FC Bar...
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The thing that Neymar noticed first — after the strong odour that clearly proved this room to be the »dogs' room« apart from the distinctive smell of oil and colours — was the massive amount of what could only be canvases, hidden under a dirty linen cloth, on one side of the room and what looked to be a tall stand that artists used for painting standing next to it in the corner.
He stepped into the room leisurely, taking in the rest of it. Two windows let in the light of the sunny late morning and outside he could make out a small inner courtyard. The rest of the walls were full with cupboards and wardrobes, leaving not even the slightest place to hang up a small frame or mirror or anything at all. In the middle of the room, a large round yellow rug that probably had its best years behind it was spread out, overflowing with what seemed to be the dogs' toys. Said dogs ran past him to sit down next to the rug. They gave him an expectant look, Dante (at least he thought it was) yapping at him and pointing his nose at some of the toys in what he interpreted as »come and look what I've got!«.
Neymar smiled and walked over to the dogs, patting each of them on the head. They showed their appreciation by poking their noses into his side and panting, their huge tongues sticking out of their equally huge snouts. Somewhat uneasily he took note of their attitude being slightly more hectic than he remembered.
Behind him, Lorelai chuckled softly. »I keep telling you, your private parts are safe from them! They're just eager for their walk, is all.«
Just to be sure, he'd turned his private parts the other way — huge dogs, huge teeth, still getting used to that. He turned around to give Lorelai a sceptical look. »Says you who needn't worry about things like that.«
An eyebrow rose in her face cheekily. »I think by now I have enough reason to ›worry about things like that‹, particularly your things.«
»Oh yeah?« he asked. Before he could go on with saying the dirty things his mind had just conjured up, Neymar heard a door being closed. A quick look over Lorelai's shoulder confirmed that either Diego or Jane had decided to let them have their privacy across the hallway, because the kitchen door was now firmly shut.
Neymar snorted, but couldn't help but grin. Lorelai walked up next to him, but to his distress she ignored him in favour of her dogs. Each of them she gave a caring pat over their backs, and only when they wagged their tails excitedly did she stop and finally put his arms around his neck. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. Her body felt hot against his.
»You know,« he said, biting his lip as he gazed at her lips, »if you're so worried, we could go to your room and see if everything still works the way it should....«
He raised an eyebrow suggestively, rotating his hips and hers in a provocative motion. Lorelai giggled and rolled her eyes — not the reaction he'd hoped for. »Nice try, my friend.«
She gave him a pat on the back and a peck on the lips.
