16 years | l. messi

7. leave me never.

Dedicated to lioneImessi because she's my long lost bff. Bff, where you at?

L E O

I watched the sway of her hips from side to side in her tight jeans, genuinely fascinated at the sight before me. My hand was under my chin and I wondered what wonders could I do with my free hand to her, all in that one moment.

"Can you stop staring at my ass?" She asked without turning around. A sudden blush covered my cheeks. "I wasn't looking at your as— asset." she laughed at my words, and walked over to me, that sway ever so synchronising.

"I'm just in a normal girl in your room, normally packing a normal suitcase for my normal childhood friend. I don't see what's to stare." Lana asked.

"That damn ass." I stated in a hushed whisper so she wouldn't hear. But to my utter dismay, she did and let out a hearty laugh. It was my last day in Paris, today we were leaving for Barcelona at midnight. The thought of finding her after so long and then losing her again didn't settle well with me, I had been been meaning to ask her to come along but I just couldn't make myself ask her.

But it was now or never, wasn't it?

I walk up to her and wrap my arms around her small waist from behind, pressing a trail of kisses down her neck to the crook of her neck. I surprised myself by pushing down one of her top's straps, not missing the sudden intake of breath by her as I did so. "I love you." I told her in a small voice. It was sexist, people telling that boys didn't cry, men didn't cry, especially for women but here I was, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"I love you more." She whispered back, turning to hug me fully.

"I love you the most."

My hands roamed under her shirt, only grazing the skin at her waist, smooth and honey like, soft and scented. Lana buried her face in the crook of my neck, I could feel her breath on my skin, honestly, it was a very big turn on.

"Come with me." I whisper, almost anticipating her answer, my mind everywhere and my heart a mess, I don't know what has she done to me in the three days I have met her, or what she has been doing to me for the past 16 years.

The lights of the hotel go out, almost as if everything in the world was screaming at me to push her onto my bed and take her then and there. The kiss we shared later, only made my heart pick of more pace and run miles at a moment, it wasn't soft or gentle, it was only hunger, lust and passion.

You could almost taste the desire on her lips.

The lights went out, my room's curtains were already drawn so there was absolutely no light in the room, the only thing in there was the mixed breaths, discarded clothes and the hunger to feel each others' skin on our bodies.

"Hush," I whisper, kneeling down to button open her jeans. The sound of a small moan fills my ears the moment I skim the edge of her underwear under those tight jeans.

I wonder how long has she not been touched like this, cherished, loved and worshiped like this.

Only a fool wouldn't wouldn't worship the mind, soul and body of a beauty like her.

"Leo, I can't—" I silence her with a kiss to her inner thigh, the small golden hairs on her skin standing up like the grass on a spring day. My fingers linger on her skin before I push her top up her head and throw it to the floor, eyes never leaving her body.

"I won't hurt you."

I promise, with all of me.

Lana looped her arms around my neck and kissed me, I responded with equal rush, biting her bottom lip and sliding my thumb over it again and again, like it was ya last time I would ever see her. She stood before me only in her undergarments.

Mismatched, lust.

Love.

"That moment, when you told me. That I deserve the entire ocean and you are merely a drop of the salty water?" I walk up to her, push her down on the bed, towering her small frame on the crumpled bed sheets.

One button. "You are wrong." Two buttons undone of my own shirt. "Or maybe you are even right."

Four buttons, undone.

"But I don't care." Five buttons down of my shirt, eyes never leaving her body. "Because a drop of that water is the only thing I need to quench my thirst."

My shirt found home on the floor and I let myself hover above her frame. And then, I dipped my head and captured her lips, only parting for air.

"I've waited 16 years for you," I told her, "But it paid off."

(Sorry guys I can't write smut for shit, if anyone of you can help, do let me know, I'll give you credit too)