serendipity ≫ mario götze

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        “Dammit!” I curse, “Was that honestly really necessary?” I am freezing and shivering when I see Mario wading towards me, pulling me into a very wet hug.

        “It was very necessary, darling,” he says and for some reason, his body is a lot warmer than mine and I lean my head against his. “We didn't particularly want to scare you.”

        “You didn't scare me,” I say to him, “I just wasn't expecting 8 guys to jump in the swimming pool at once, while I was trying to get myself in the water at a slow pace.” I say and stick my tongue out at him. And then he kisses my forehead and I stand on my toes, so I can kiss his mouth. It wasn't a passionate kiss, it was more a peck on the lips, which was just as good when it comes to Mario. He's a great kisser, in what way he is kissing, doesn't matter.

        “Hmm,” Mario mumbles, “Did you miss me?” I let my arm drop to my sides and climb onto the side of the pool, feet in the water.

        “Should I have missed you?” I ask playfully and then lie to him that I haven't missed him. Because I had, and it's kind of obvious that I had. Mario pulls himself up and I can't help but to look at his muscles as he places himself next to me at the side of the pool. I trace a line on his bicep, up to his neck and then I kiss his cheek.

        “How was the training?” I ask him, not sure what else to ask him, here in the open. It has occurred to me that it's the first time in the open as boyfriend and girlfriend and I think it feels kind of weird. Was it time to update my Facebook status yet? Or wasn't it serious enough? I look at the pool and see some of the guys (including Julian and Toni) in the pool. The girls were mostly still trying to stay dry, but the kids seemed to have a lot of fun. I should really learn who everyone was if I was going to hang out with the team outside of the games more.

        “Well, like trainings should be,” Mario mumbles, “Tough.” He grins, “I would really appreciate a massage.” He winks at me, and I'm pretty sure I know what he is kindly suggesting.

        “Ehm, I think you should google erotic massages if that's what you're looking for,” I say to him, “Besides I'm not a professional, I think you should go see your physiotherapist maybe.”

        “Hmm, but I'd prefer you though,” Mario says as he kisses my neck. I haven't had too much intimacy in my past relationships, but I can't say that I'm still a virgin, because I'm definitely not. Jared and I have done stuff, but it wasn't fantastic or anything. It's not like I would say it was mind blowing or orgasmic or anything. But I was scared to get into things with Mario, because it could possibly change our relationship or our state of being. And actually we were only dating for less than 5 hours, so wouldn't it be too early for any sexual activities? Then again, we spend our times together in a hotel room in Brazil, where things might get heated and it could lead to certain stuff. But for now, I'm trying to avoid it as much as I can. I mean, I haven't even seen him naked, not that I'd want to. Okay, I kind of do want to see him naked, I'm sorry.

        “I could kiss you, if that would make things easier for you,” I say and he looks at me and smirks.

        “Kisses make everything easier, you know that,” Mario says and he kisses my mouth one more time, “If you want, we could take this up to our room.” I cough.

        “I would prefer not to engage in certain activities,” I say, “yet.” He raises an eyebrow and then nods.

        “That's okay, but we could always watch a movie or something and call in room service that could bring us delicious pastries,” Mario says.

        “That sounds like an idea, however, I haven't seen much of Brazil yet and I must admit that I do want to see some parts of this city, wherever we are,” I say.

        “Not too much to see here, nothing too special, but if you want, we could go out on a proper date tonight,” Mario says as he throws some water on my legs with his foot. I throw something back and before I know, I'm back in the water again, because Lara has pulled me in. I try not to drown as I swim back up. Mario jumps in and I decide to climb on his back, because that way I'm taller than most. Lara swims back to Julian and gives him a passionate kiss and for some reason I think they're happy, even though Lara had told me lots of details on their relationship.

        “Hmm, I think I'm gonna go for that date,” I say to Mario and I kiss the back of his necks.

        “Lilly, don't do that, unless you want to engage in those activities in the bedroom,” he groans. I feel like teasing him now, but somehow I'd feel bad about it, because I can understand.

        A few hours later, when the sun had gotten a bit too much, most of us has gotten ourselves back to the hotel room to get showered and dressed. I had heard some talking about going out to dinner with the group, which Mario and I had also been invited to. I'd said that it would be okay, but Mario insisted on going on dinner together, because that's what he promised.

        “But really, I'm okay with it, who invited us anyways?” I asked him from the bathroom. I had the door opened, but I was in the shower and Mario wouldn't dare walking into me there anyways.

        “Erik Durm, I don't think you've met him but I have mentioned him,” he yells back at me.

        “Right, no I don't know who it is, I really think you should teach me who everyone is, because I feel such a weirdo, not knowing anyone, except for some faces I googled and remembered,” I yell at him and switch off the shower.

        “You googled the team?!” I suddenly hear behind me and that's when I noticed he is looking at my bare bottom, “Oh my god sorry, I thought you were already dressed up and all.” It's awkward and then I turn around obviously forgetting to wrap a towel around me. And I'm blushing a lot and I'm touching around me to find a towel or at least anything to cover myself up with. I finally grab a towel that's been hanging on the door and cover myself up. In the meantime, Mario hasn't had the decency to look away or close the door or at least close his eyes (or pretend to).

        “Really, Mario, really,” I ask him, and I'm a little angry, because I was hoping he was more of a gentleman. And I look at Mario and he grins and nods of approval.

         “You look great naked and dressed,” he says and then closes the door. I groan out of frustration, because this wasn't in my plans at all. I didn't know I'd wind myself up about something stupid like that. I mean, we were together now. It was bound to happen, but still. And then I decided to take revenge. I'd walk into him showering. That's what I would do, it would startle him and he would probably not expect me to be the type to jump in the shower with him. Besides, it was his turn to shower now. I wipe the excess water off my skin and get into some underwear and a lose shirt and shorts and walk towards the bedroom where Mario is on the bed, watching TV. He looks as I walk out of the bathroom and I suggest it's his time to go now. I walk towards my suitcase to choose some clothing. Mario switches the TV off and walks to me to give me a kiss, filled with need and want, and I'm not sure how to deal with that. I let go of him and he walks to the bathroom and my gaze follows him, seeing if he closes the door, because I am not sure how to break into it. But thankfully, he doesn't. It is as if he wants me to walk into him. I settle for some clothing and then it is time to wait until he turns on the shower and I hear him stepping into it. And I sneak to the bathroom door and listen whether he isn't in there undressing anymore and when I am sure he isn't, I open the door slowly to make sure it doesn't make any unwanted noises. I slip off my shorts and my shirt and the rest of the things I wear then walk to bathtub (that functions as a shower) and slip in.