London, December 2011
Jude Law pov
§ For a Friend "idiot" would tease me, urging the public and that other to discover my secret, perhaps extending their hands to himself disrespectfully rip the headset and then ... Instead, you, Rob, you've held my breath, I I realized, as if they were doing wrong or pressure you, but you'd solved with irony, from which six outstanding comedian, whereas for me would have insulted them all, to stop, not to touch with their playful invective, For this to not allow that ... I know you love me, even more than before Robert ... My answer is yes ... and I'll wait ... I'm sorry.
You will know why. §
And 'arrived.
He is here with me.
I feel his invest my heart, until returning to the deafening echo in our ears, saturated with laughter and games, in front of strangers, however, that we flatter each interview.
Robert knows that I do not care about money and this renewed success, if I could share it with him.
Robert Downey Junior can know everything about me, but I would give myself again, my new day, seeking stability, who wanted her stand beside.
I'm done with the past and those relationships, which did not give me anything.
He existed and was in love with me.
She said it with a spontaneity embarrassing, that made me blush, three years before.
"It's not just friendship and professional understanding ... Of course, there is no intimacy between us Jude ... But if I tell you now, I lose the courage and this bit of madness. I love you ... It's amazing wrap up in two words, the millions of thoughts that have inhabited this gourd since we have presented. "
I swallowed a couple of times, caressing cheeks chilled.
I took my scarf, wrapping and freezing wind that repairs London.
"Jude ..."
"I love you too ... I did not know how to tell and maybe I would not have done if you ..."
A kiss.
The first.
Of many others.
Robert Downey Junior pov
You know ... sugar and chocolate.
I love Jude.
You have four seconds I stood in front of that box, which you liked so much, for the form, a liar, then pointing to the point, or the delicious cream-filled chocolates.
You buy the world, if it leads to if, for all my gift, something they really want.
Slip pasted on the door, it does not happen too much time ... that we embrace, we kiss, we breathe as well.
§ Are you still mine? §
A simple question, a longed-for answer: yes.
For the rest, no need to apologize for what then Jude?
If there is one that should do it, missed appointments, broken promises for, that's me: an avalanche of commitments are not in London when you started out in theater, not to mention Paris and Barcelona.
Two weekends, you had meticulously organized and that I rejected.
Your smiles were going to go out, every phone call of explanation from me: you did not deserve such torture.
You were right: there are no cages pretty solid and impregnable, if you seriously love someone.
I missed many opportunities to prove the contrary, in these endless months.
I wandered empty, without any semblance of joy, I found that with you immediately.
Now, however, we are here, amid tears, laughter, kisses ... pure love.
"I want to hear Jude ... I ... I need to hear from you."
I could moan for hours, begging not to postpone our live more daring and unique.
Everything is confused: the boundaries of this room, the lineaments of our faces contorted, the profile of your body, which I find perfect and very hot.
I have always been your Jude.
With a spasmodic force, crush me against the headboard padded and quilted bed, high as those of the eighteenth century, putting on his knees to recover.
Clings to you, I belt, without stopping to kiss and then push, salts, and then back down to hit harder, but with infinite gentleness in your eyes and greedy of us moved.
With a strong grip do not leave me, with his left hand when you run through the hollow under my chin, lifting it to put on her full lips and licking, with the same momentum of your fingers, you traced my mouth, my nose, cheeks, eyelids and forehead, and bowed his head and I feel sweaty hair stuck in your knuckles tapered.
Flounders virtuous and brave, trembling for our second orgasm, there we mark each other, I branded myself, for you, I swear that I would do it Jude.
Rush on my chest, you're an angel.
You wrap it, my heart is hanging on to the stars, I can see it, now you're with me, no matter where, no matter how ...
"Stay here ..." - whispers, stunned by excessive emotion.
"You can swear Jude ... You bet."
THE END
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