Sue?os (A Bartra, Roberto and Fontàs Story)

Te miro en el tiempo y siento que tú eres lo que quiero, mi niña, mi sueño, todo eso que no tengo…

 “What?!” Roberta took a step back, holding herself to not hit Andreu, while Marc only laughed, giving Roberta a playful wink.

 “Is that so?”

 “He’s drunk” Roberta shook her head “He’s not saying anything that makes sense.”

 “A drunken tongue always speaks the truth, you know” Marc joked, hitting his hips on hers. They stopped in front of a black Porsche, the type of car that Roberta had only seen in magazines.

 “Is that yours?” Her eyes went wide.

 “No, it’s Andreu’s” Marc shrugged “Now you believe we’re footballers, si?”

 “Maybe” She replied, her voice tiny as Marc opened the door for her, lowering the car seat so Andreu could sit on the back.

 “¿Sabes qué?” Andreu said excitedly, putting his head between the two front seats.

 “Qué?” Roberta and Marc replied, the last one turning on the engine with a small purr.

 “You two should kiss.” Andreu put his hands behind their necks, forcing them to lean “Beso, beso, beso!”

 “Please control your drunk” Roberta said between her teeth, her lips almost brushing against Marc’s, that was laughing “And stop laughing!”

 Marc had a grin on his lips “Perdón, Roberta” Then, he slapped Andreu on the stomach.

 “Ay!” Andreu pouted “Fine then. I’ll set the mood. I’ll sing you guys a tune!”

 “Ah dios” Marc rolled his eyes

 “Please don’t -” Roberta started.

 “And I’ll only stop when you two kiss” Andreu nodded solemnly, clearing his throat “Besameeeeeeee”

 “Oh shit”

 “Besame muchoooooo”

 “¡Cállate!” Marc yelled, stopping on a red light and turning back, trying to slap Andreu into silence.

 Andreu had some pretty good reflexes for a drunk, diverting from Marc’s fist “Como si fuera ésta noche la última veeeeeeeeeez”

 Roberta groaned “Fine, fine!” She grabbed Marc’s jaw with both of her hands, pressing her lips against his “Satisfied?” She parted their mouths giving Andreu a wry smile.

 “What a sloppy kiss.” He crossed his arms, flicking his tongue “Besameeeee”

 “Argh” She ran her fingers through Marc’s short, shaved on the sides’ hair, his big green eyes still wide with surprise.

 “Bartra, do something!” Andreu stopped his singing and both of them stared at him “Besame mucho, que tengo miedo a perderteeeeeee” He raised his hands dramatically, like an opera singer, singing from the bottom of his heart.

 “Don’t need to ask twice” Marc shrugged, wetting his lips and kissing her softly on one side of the mouth, then on the other, his hand on her lower back, giving Roberta support as he leaned closer to her, sucking her lower lip. The girl put one of her legs behind Marc’s back as she lay on the car door, opening her mouth slowly so Marc’s tongue could meet hers. Marc’s hand ran up and down her thighs, squeezing it and leaving his finger’s marks.