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Aurelia's POV ★

     It was currently eleven am, and I have been awake for a good ten minutes now. Margo was lead on my lap, asleep. Neymar was next to me, still sleeping.

When I woke up, he was lead on top of me, completely covering my body with his, as he always does. I had to push him off to be able to go to the bathroom. He was now lead on his stomach, face in the pillow and one of his arms above his head.

Cute.

I had taken loads of photos of Margo that I was going to post on my instagram story later. Yes, my account was basically a fan page for her.

     And now I was getting bored. I could be nice and go make breakfast for the both of us for when he wakes up, but i'm too lazy to get out of bed and do that.

     I turned my head towards Ney and studied him for a moment. I was deciding on if I should wake him up. He looks so peaceful with his face on the pillow, but how can he breathe like that?

I moved over so I was a little closer to him and i poked his head, he didn't move. I pursed my lips. I poked him a little bit harder and I thought he was waking up when his head moved to the side, but he didn't.

     I sighed. Why does he have to be such a deep sleeper?

     I looked at the pillows that were at the end of my bed and I pushed Margo off my lap gently and reached down to grab one. If this won't wake him up, I give up.

     I smacked the pillow down on his head and he groaned, rolling over onto his back with his eyes still closed. I chucked the pillow on the floor and when he showed no other signs of getting up, I decided that I would just go and take a shower.

I got everything I needed like clothes, a towel and stuff because it would be pretty embarrassing if I had forgotten my towel and had to run out and get it.

My shower lasted quite longer then usual, around half an hour. At least I smelled good. After the shower, I dried myself with my towel and I just got changed into comfortable clothes because I didn't know if me and Neymar were going to go out today.

     I quickly brushed my teeth before leaving the bathroom and chucking the wet towel in a laundry basket that was at the top of my stairs before walking back into my bedroom.

     I actually was expecting Neymar to be awake, seeing as it was now past half eleven, but he wasn't.

     Was he dead?

     He was in the same position when I had left to have a shower. I went over to him and stood there, thinking of what to do. I kneeled down by the bed, and started poking his cheek again.

     "I'm awake." He grumbled, and I just about made out what he said.

     I grinned, standing up. At least he's not dead. His morning voice was something that I had missed a lot.

Neymar didn't move from the bed which made me think he had fallen back asleep.

I got onto the bed next to him and shook him. He turned around so he was on his back and put his arm over his eyes.

"Finally you are awake." I said, watching him slowly start to wake himself up.

His eyes were puffy when he opened them, but when he looked at me, he smiled. "Bom dia."

He sat up on the bed, doing a small stretch and that was only when I realised he had no top on. Since when did he take it off, last night? I couldn't remember him taking his top off.

I was staring shamelessly. I didn't even blink.

"Bom Dia." I replied quietly when he tilted my chin up and he had a amused look on his face.

He pushed me down so I was lead on my back and he rolled on top of me, getting comfortable. To him, I was a human mattress.

"Don't fall back asleep." I warned as he rested his head in my neck.

     I rested my hands in his hair and began playing with it gently. He just hummed in response and I grabbed one of his curls and I pulled it.

     "Que porra?!" He exclaimed, lifting his head up to give me an offended look.
[what the fuck!?]

     "You were falling asleep!" I defend myself and he narrowed his eyes before putting his head back where it was before.

     "I closed my eyes for one second."

     Neymar moved his head and I wondered what he was doing until he gently kissed my collarbone. I swallowed, as i felt his breath hit my neck. He did it again, only slightly harder this time.

     It felt innocent, but knowing Neymar and what he was probably thinking, it was far from innocent.

     I carried on playing with his hair, as a way to distract how that made me feel. My eyes flickered down to him as he picked his head up fully, and my eyes flicked between his own and he had a cheeky look on his face.

He pushed his head forward to connect our lips. My eyes fluttered closed, and he put more force into this kiss this time, more urgency, which I didn't expect. My head tilted back a little bit as he got up from laying on me, however his lips never left mine.

He was now slightly towering above me, but I was still lead against the headboard. He detached his lips from mine and he was breathing slightly heavier. Oh my fuck. He put both his hands on my back, pulling me down the bed slightly so I was completely lead on my back.

His chain was now hanging in front of my face and I almost died.

Was this going where I think it's going?

He tilted his head slightly and I parted my lips as I watched his hands trail down slowly to my joggers, taking his time to undo the strings that stopped them from falling down.

     I watched his fingers and his tattooed hand and I thought my head was going to explode. He undid them, but did nothing else. His hands travelled back up my body which made me almost shiver.

     He brought his face dangerously close to mine, our noses almost touching. "Você quer fazer isso?"
[do you want to do this?]

      His voice was so attractive. Do I want to do this? Absolutely.

     I nodded and I felt hot all over my body. He shook his head like it wasn't good enough for him. "Não, você precisa dizer. Não apenas acene com a cabeça."
[No, you need to say it. Don't just nod your head.]

     "Yes, I do." I breathed out and that was enough for him.

     His hands found its way under my top and his thumbs were rubbing my sides. This time, it was me who made the next move. I grabbed his chain, holding it securely as I kissed him.

     He seemed to like that very much.

     His hands left my top and pulled away from my lips as he put his attention back on my joggers. He played with the string for a couple of seconds and I was growing slightly impatient now.

     I sighed and he looked at me, shaking his head with a lazy grin. "tão impaciente."
[so impatient.]

    When he finally got my joggers off, he shifted back up trailing small kisses from my shoulder, my collar bone, my neck and then right under my ear.

      He moved my top, not taking it off yet, just moving it to get better access to my neck. I tilted my neck and closed my eyes and I was trying to control my breathing. My hand came to the back of his head.

     Then he finally decided to slowly remove my top. The touch of his fingers on my arms as he trailed his hands down until he reached the bottom of my top made me almost go over the edge.

     He quickly looked up at me as he pulled it over my head. His eyes shamelessly stared, even though I still had my bra on.

      He was going dangerously slow and he knew that it was getting on my nerves.

     This was definitely going to be a morning to remember.

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