After their win against San Marino the boys were given a tiny little time off before head to Russia for the confed cup. Jule and I decided to go back to France, since it was close to Germany and had a place we wanted to meet as well: The French Riviera.
We left Germany right after the game and went back to France with all of our suitcases that were traveling with us since we first left France. Lots of bags if you want to know. Two days after we arrived, almost time to go back and Jule decided to go for a run instead of working in the gym. My lazy self stayed in the hotel enjoying the incredible comfortable bed.
Less than half an hour later I was bored out of my mind and got up to hit the shower and get our things a little more organized. Because, thanks to Jule, they were everywhere. Not that I want him to fold all of our clothes right when we take it off, but he seems to find an extra pleasure in throwing the across the room.
My hair was loose of the really high bun I made to shower and I was wearing the shirt he wore yesterday, that was laying right next the bathroom door, and some comfy panties. Clean up clothes are always the most comfy I can find. As nobody can have a clean up session I put the playlist on shuffle and started. Both cleaning up and singing along.
A few songs later I was just finishing with our personal stuff in the bathroom when that catchy song came along. I didn't understand the lyrics that well, but the rythm got you in the mood to dance. Even if you didn't know how, like me. But I still danced, or tried to, along, moving my hips feeling somehow like Shakira. Yeah, I wish.
I left the bathroom throwing my hands into the hair and bouncing my hips one side to another and singing along.
"Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza
Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza"
I'm not sure about everything they said, but was something about kisses, naughty and sweet ones. I might be wrong but it got me thinking about Jule and I smiled remembering our kisses. Last night specially.
"Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Y es que esa belleza es un rompecabezas
Pero pa montarlo aquí tengo la pieza, oye
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oido
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito"
I was really getting into the rythm, feeling like a real latina sexy lady, when I felt a pair of hands in my waist and a heavy breath in my neck. Not to mention a really hard muscled body pressing against my back.
"You back." I smiled and try to face him but he held me tighter in the same position.
"I am." his voice sounding too deep for my mental health. "And I guess I have a new favorite song."
I laughed and once again felt his grip get tighter in my waist.
"If you allow me we can dance together." I tried to turn again, but he let me this time.
"You said yourself I don't know how to dance..." he whispered, his lips touching mine in the process.
"But this dance..." I got our bodies moving together. "You dance too well for your own good." I whispered back before he crushed his lips against mine.
Well, guess I have a new favorite song too.
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Just because I can't get this song out of my mind.
Hope you enjoy and your hearts are calm waiting for the confed cup, because mine is not and I'm crying over the world cup (the missing it part)
😘
