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Fanfiction: Time Lapse

Title: lapse
Author: kessel_ksl
Fandom: football, Bayern Munich
characters : Mark van Bommel / Arjen Robben
Category: PG-13 slash
Warning: It is totally fluffy, with no drama
words: 1200
Disclaimer: I own still nothing. Except for a little feedback.
Content: A Year in the life of Mark and Arjen.
AN: With the help of imaginative imaging vantra



July 2010

I'm on the field, the medal was awarded to us, keep clutching . We lost. Endgame the damn lost.

red-yellow confetti raining down on me. English phrases are called.

"Espana y nadie mas!"

over again. I want to hear it.

you come up to me, on your face is written the same grief. We hug, hold us. So different from the previous weeks. The euphoria of victory has subsided. "Let's go."

, you say softly and I nod.

Side by side we leave the field. I do not care if someone sees that I hold your hand.


August 2010

We are back in Munich. It's something like routine has returned. Training. Meeting. Games.

But you're hurt, can not play and nobody knows when you're healthy again. I often after training to you. So today.

You've been standing in the door when I get out of the car. On Having a crutch. Erwiderst my smile. Berna service is on the road with your children. Even though I really like, undisturbed hours are with you my dear. We talk

silent, then again for several minutes. Our hands on one another. My gaze falls, sometimes a bit too long on your face.


September 2010

You are annoyed that the press rumreitet constantly on your injury. The dispute between the club and the KNVB are tough enough.

else has helped it when we were jogging together in the English Garden. Now we are sitting on my Sofa's see movies.
middle of the night I wake up, we are asleep on the sofa. I get up, to cover up, stroke you on the cheek. You sleep soundly.

I throw a look into the children, before I go to bed put to Andra. She wakes up briefly, kiss me. Nevertheless, I have to think of you.


October 2010

You are at "Wetten dass." Of course I look at the show. The person who has put together your outfit should be punished. Even the Germany jersey a little later it is not really better. Nevertheless

You exude good humor, the jokes do with the Gottschalk.

After sending my phone rings, it's your turn. Excited, you speak into the phone had been changed constantly between Dutch and German. I laugh, agree with you, even if I only half understand.

You're cute when you're so on it. I would be happy with you would see your smile and free you from this horrible jersey.


November 2010

Since training is free to Tuesday, we rented this cottage spontaneously. Actually we wanted to ski, enjoy the holidays. Instead, we are snowed.

First we have erupted in panic, but the mountain rescue team picks us up tomorrow. Meanwhile, it is dark outside and I'm glad that we have enough firewood. The power failure.

We sit by the fire, each with a glass of wine and try the best of our situation to make. I think of movies that end in which such situations very clearly. As I read in your eyes the same thought, it makes my tingling down my spine.


December 2010

We went shopping together in the city, the last Christmas. Now we sit in a café in Gärtnerplatz. A tip of Basti.

stand before us two steaming cups of coffee, we talk and I notice how your eyes again and again to the gay couple at the next table walk. They go so naturally to each other, something that I envy. Hold hands, kiss, do not worry. In public. Unthinkable.

You sighed softly and it would seem as if you attaches to talk, but you will be interrupted by a waiter who recognized us and wants an autograph.


January 2011

We are in Qatar and you train again. Rejoice at your game is contagious. You seem like a different person. Hilarious, but still with the iron will be the best. Train harder and longer than any of us. I'll strip the evening often from the sidelines of society.

As always, we share a room with double bed in one night this time I happen to be awake when you do to me turn and wrap an arm around me. You lie so close behind me I feel your body heat, your breath on my neck. I enjoy the contact and bury my head deeper in the pillow.


February 2011

Is there a term kitsch day of the year? For weeks the whole city is full of red roses and baroque cherubs. Fortunately, this whole thing is over tomorrow. Andra and could have never really excited about this tradition. I am glad that I can spend this day no hassle.

call the evening, you believe in me, trying to persuade me to go eat with you. I resist it a little. The lucky couples shy away from me.

Ultimately, I agree with you, I can not resist you. What for?

"Then we have a date," you laugh into the phone.


March 2011

I'm sick. Terribly ill. Flu or something. For days I lay in bed, can hardly move and sleep most of the time. Restless fever dreams. I feel alternately hot and cold. I curse the person who infected me.

you came to visit me. Sitting beside me in bed stroking my face. Your hands move lower. I Dissolve under your touch. I seem to glow. Gasp hoarsely. Beg for more. You smiling sarcastically, sit astride me.

Bathed in sweat feverish and I shrink from sleep. What did I just dreamed? I try to drive the thought. Without success.


April 2011

The training today was exhausting. Van Gaal has really spared no one. I feel like I now only go to bed and slept the whole weekend. But somehow you manage to persuade me to ride with you in this pub. When we arrive

, is already there the rest of the team. Cheers congratulated me profusely. You've actually got a surprise party to keep secret. Suddenly I'm awake again.

We are celebrating, drunk. You dance with me. I feel how you react to me. Lay my hands on your hips and pull you to me. You gasp in surprise.


May 2011

The cheering is deafening. Will not stop at all. We are facing the South Stand, cheer for the fans. It is intoxicating. I'll miss it

. Very much. It was my last game. I even scored a goal, according to your template. You are standing next to me, we hold our hands. Tearing them again and again into the air.

Until you up from the series of triggers and embrace me. So tight that I have a bit of fear to suffocate. Your lips touch my neck. You say something and it feels like to kiss, as if you were me.

I have goose bumps.


June 2011

It is one of my last days in Munich and burning hot. We went to our lake. Outside of Munich in the middle of nowhere.

I lay dozing in the sun, when you come out of the lake. You bend up about me, water will drip from the nose. I blink, reciprocate your smile. It requires no words, as you kneel down beside me, you supported with one hand next to my head and kiss us.

pull you down to me. Your body is still quite cold from the water, but I have to assume that this will change quickly.