PS: RMCF. An Isco Alarcón Fan Fic

Chapter 4

Isco's P.O.V.

I was almost carrying her full body weight as she stumbled against me while we walked to her apartment. She'd had four beers and that shot. She was pretty drunk. Not completely out of it but definitely tipsy. I'd only had the shot and two beers so I felt perfectly fine. She was laughing about something and I just joined her, not knowing what the joke was. We finally got to her building and she untangled herself from me.

"It's ok, Isco. I can get upstairs by myself." She opened the door and I knew it wouldn't be long before she would stumble. She took two steps and, thankfully, I was there to catch her before she fell. "Oops." She laughed and wrapped her arm around my waist again. "Guess I'll need that help after all." We got upstairs slowly but surely and we were finally in her room. She opened the door and let us in.

We both stumbled toward the bed and, just as I was about to set her down on it, she took me by the shirt and pulled me toward her: "Kiss me. You know you want to." I do. So badly. But this is wrong. So wrong in so many ways. "No. Cristina, stop. You're drunk." I smiled at her but she just stayed serious. Her eyes didn't look very lost. She was in this honesty state of drunkenness. "Doesn't change the fact that you want me." she looks at me from under her eyebrows and I feel like my conscience has already lost this battle.

She pushes my body against the door to close it and presses her body against mine, her hands palms-down on the door at either side of my head. I have to close my eyes to keep it together. God, help me. "And I want you." She kisses my ear and I've lost control over myself. She's right. I want her. Right now, I don't care about any consequences. I just want her. She kisses my neck and I rub her bare lower back with my hands, pulling her even closer to me. She steps away from me, our eyes locked in a gaze filled with mutual desire.

Finally. I've been wanting to kiss this woman ever since she jogged by that day. And here she was, her delicious lips centimeters from my mouth. I pressed my lips against hers lightly at first but the kiss started getting deeper, more passionate as she was tugging on the shoulders of my shirt pulling me closer and I slipped my fingers through the belt-loops of her shorts, pressing her against me.

She searched for the hem of my shirt, found it, and pulled it over my head, leaving me shirtless in front of her. She groped every inch of my chest with her hands, making an even greater desire erupt inside me. I wanted her. I wanted her so bad my hormones wer taking over. Her very small shirt had a zipper in the front so I tugged on it and the shirt flew open. She pulled her arms out of the shirt and threw it on the floor. She took my face in her hands and kept kissing me. I reached behind her and let her bra loose, leaving her half-naked in front of me. I stepped away from her, her arms on my shoulders and mine on her hips, as I admired her desirable body. "I'm yours." She whispered sensually as I lunged forward and attacked her mouth with my own, my body starting to get desperate for hers.

Her hands found the button of my jeans so she undid it. She then took her time undoing the zipper, caressing my excitation with her other hand. I couldn't help the gasp of pleasure that escaped from my mouth as my jeans dropped to my ankles and I kicked them and my shoes out of the way. I took her pants off with one tug and pulled her toward the bed, making her fall backwards on it. I kneeled in between her wide open legs and kissed her there. Her whole body shook and she moaned in pleasure as she held my hair in her hands, pulling it when she felt my tongue.

I don't know how I remembered but I took my pants from the floor and pulled out a condom from the front pocket. I didn't know who I was kidding. I was hoping to get it on with her tonight ever since I planned this soiré. And here she was, ready for me. I hurriedly put on the condom and lay my body on top of hers, propping myself up with my hands. She held my back as I slid into her one time. She moaned and I felt unbelievable. I started kissing her neck as I slid into her a second time. The thought popped into my head that I'd never felt this great with my girlfriend. She held my hair in her hands as I kissed her chest and slid into her a third time. Our trembling bodies were a sign that we were both close so I came back up to put my mouth against her ear. If there was ever a moment, it was right now. "I love you." I whispered as I slid into her the last time and we both moaned very loudly, reaching our climax together. My body collapsed on top of hers as I waited for my breathing to steady. I finally pushed myself off her body and lay beside her. She propped her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her naked body. What the hell did I just do? 

Cristina's P.O.V. 

In the morning, I woke up naked and alone in bed. A sudden sadness came over me for various reasons. I felt bad for Isco's girlfriend because she was my friend, I felt bad for doing this to Marc who had been a total sweetheart to me but the hardest part, the thing that made me want to curl up and cry, was that I'd heard him when he'd whispered the three most dangerous words in my ear. And I loved him too. But there was nothing neither of us could do about it. The tears were silently flowing down my cheeks as I clutched the sheets that still smelled like him. It was better that he'd left because it would've been even more awkward. Even though I didn't regret it, I still felt like I had to apologize. I was actually perfectly conscious yesterday and was completely aware that each of us were in our own relationship. But I had the excuse that I was drunk and that I didn't know what I was doing. I dressed up and went over to Isco's to tell him that I was sorry and that I regretted making him do that. I took off knowing that I could never mean the latter.  

Isco's P.O.V. 

I was in my balcony looking at the horizon, analyzing everything. I'd slipped up yesterday, that was clear. The thing was that, thinking it over now, I didn't consider it a slip-up at all. I'd meant it when I said I loved her. I was in another relationship but these feelings could be repressed no longer. I had no excuse. I was perfectly in my senses when I'd said those words and I didn't regret them at all. I had to tell her.

I knew full well that it would be almost impossible for us to act on our feelings because one of us would have to give up living our dream. I wasn't ready to give up what I'd accomplished professionally in such a short time and I couldn't live with myself if I destroyed what she'd spent so long working hard for. I heard someone come in my house and suspected it was her. She was one of two people that had my key: she and my girlfriend. I waited for her to find me in the balcony that connected to my bedroom. I heard her come up the stairs and braced myself. Her high heels clicked in the tiles of the balcony as she tried to keep her distance. I looked at her and she looked as guilty as if she'd killed someone. "Isco, we need to talk. I'm so sorry. I was so drunk. I didn't know what I was doing. I'm so ashamed. I..."

I didn't let her finish and suddenly turned around. "Who the hell are we kidding?" I was mad all of a sudden at our lack of honesty. We were both kidding ourselves and it was ridiculous. "What? Last night was a mistake and I take full responsibility." "So you're telling me you felt nothing. That it was meaningless." I was looking right into her eyes and they told another story. She might be saying one thing but her eyes gave her away. I stepped toward her and she stepped back. "Isco, we can't... There are so many reasons. Your girlfriend, my boyfriend, the club..." She trailed off and I kept stepping toward her until her back was against the rail of the balcony. "I meant what I said last night." I stroked her cheek and she closed her eyes. "Every word." Her whole body shook as I whispered these words to her ear. She was holding on to the handrail with both hands as I slipped my hands around her waist and pressed my body against hers. Her breathing was ragged. "Isco, please. Don't do this." She begged as I breathed into her neck. "Tell me you don't love me and I'll step away."