Somebody to You (Neymar Jr) ✔

#38, A booty-what?

By the time Lorelai had gotten home, she'd calmed down again. There was a soft knock on her bedroom door, but didn't even look up from where she was sitting on her bed, leaning against the wall with the sketchbook in her lap; she already knew who was at the door. »Who is it?« she asked anyway, biting her lip to stop the smile forming on her lips — to no avail.

»Your knight in shining armour couldn't come, so you'll have to make do with me!« Neymar announced as the door swung open. »But at least I brought sushi!« he exclaimed proudly.

»Who cares about the knight when there's someone feeding me delicious sushi anyways?« she replied. Lorelai grinned and looked up from her pencil drawing (Kahn and Dante playing with a football) to find the Brazilian entering her room.

»What? No, ›Oh no, Ney, but you are my knight in shining armour!‹? Really? Nothing? Ah, Jane handed me the ice cream before I had even stepped into your apartment, by the way.« Sure enough, he held a box of takeaway from a Japanese restaurant in one hand and a big box of chocolate ice cream, spoons already stuck inside the box, in the other.

Lorelai laughed and rolled her eyes at his words. »Shush, you already know who you are.«

Wait a second... did he know? Did she even? Meu amor..., it echoed in her mind involuntarily.

Neymar put the items on her desk — blissfully ignoring her words and the meaning (so very open for interpretation) behind them. Then he plopped down on the bed next to her, giving her a warm expectant look. After a moment, he frowned and pouted at her.

»What?« she asked innocently, biting back a grin.

His eyebrow rose as he looked at her curiously. »What's with you today? Now I have to ask for a kiss hello too? First the knight thing and now this? Why did I even bother coming here in the—«

Lorelai interrupted Neymar's words by grabbing a piece of his shirt and pulling him close to her to give him a kiss on the lips. With one negligent kick of her foot, the sketchbook landed on the floor with a loud thud, out of the way. She'd intended it to be a quick, simple kiss, but after only what seemed like a second, there they were, pressed firmly against one another, making out on her bed.

»I can get used to this,« he whispered against her lips as they had to separate to come up for air. She hadn't even realised he'd pressed her down onto the mattress and was now half lying on top of her. He was so close to her, she could feel the heat of his body through their clothing, which made her feel... well... pretty much horny.

Neymar rubbed his nose softly against her own, his fingers carefully stroking through her hair. Then he started to leave slow, butterfly kisses on her cheeks, going to her neck, her collar bone... she shouldn't have changed into that sleeveless top after coming home earlier. Way too much naked skin.

»Uhm,« she stuttered, alerted by how quickly the atmosphere had changed from casually joking around to downright hot in only a matter of moments. Her arms were around him, fingers drawing lines on his back. With effort, she pulled her hands on Neymar's chest and gently pushed him away from her — a rather difficult feat, seeing as his actions really had turned her on.