Chapter 11★

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Char

"Feliz cumpleaños mi amor." I covered his chest in praises of affection, as his eyes stirred from his endless sleep, but I had to admit his habit of snoring made me feel safe.

My birthday boy looked extra spicy today and it wasn't just because his skin was sun kissed by the sweltering extra degrees.

He looked so desirable when he was annoyed, he didn't seemed too pleased by being disturbed by my kisses.

His smoulder was a fine sight, especially now he had matured a year older and was more delicious than the last second I kissed him.

"You look so cute when you sleep." He brushed his finger tips against my slightly bronzed skin.

"You always look cute." I popped a kiss onto his nose, he raised his eyebrows as I attempted to top his compliment.

"You always make me think things about you that my mother would castrate me for." He ripples his hand across my back, spreading tingles of affection across my skin.

"Amore their your thoughts, don't blame your filthy mind on me." A smile spread across his face in amusement as I rolled over to grab my mug.

I dazed at him sipping my coffee, which he childishly scouped from my grasp and placed on the side table out of my reach, "Lotta shhh, come back to bed." He mumbled but I understood his sign language without the translation.

His eyelashes were still tightly pressed together in a daze of confusion, as he pulled me closer for reassurance and soothed my forehead with a peck. He smelt salty and tropical and I couldn't get enough of that scent.

"Now that's better isn't it." His body spooned my backside and left me feeling comfortably warm. I nodded my head in agreement.

He was attempting to assert some authority over our plans for today, by pulling me into a comfortable snuggle. I always knew what he was up to, but it didn't really bother me. I allowed him.

I'd let him dictate today, as it was his birthday and I always believed in allowing one day to celebrate yourself. But I mean why not make that everyday, especially with your lover.

But mine was a keeper, he was modest and true and I wouldn't be trading him off at the market when my pennies run short, that was sure.

I stroked his chin ever so slightly, trying to gage some form of arousal that would wake him up a little bit more. But his breathing shallowed and I was left with a sleepy head, again.

Although, now I couldn't leave his tight grip and had no choice other than to think of the day a head. I could almost sense him painted with a proud smirk because the situation had worked in his favour, it usually does with us.

I noted that there was no point rushing today, I wanted it to be memorable for all the right reasons and wouldn't waste spoiling it because of a silly argument.

"Five more minutes." I whispered but I knew that he was already back in the land of slumber. I also knew that it would be a lot longer until we got up today.

Although knowingly he was only two years older than me, I felt like he was always teaching me so many new things about culture and perspective, that I had never recognised before. It made me feel ignorant sometimes, I didn't like that part.

I was a very disobedient student at times according to Fede -who ruthlessly teased me, about how slow I could be at grasping some of his confusing concepts; that he regularly decided to throw my way. It reminded me of our visit to this memorial museum we discovered last week.

"Baby, you look so adorable when you get lost in my words."

"I'm not lost Feds; I'm just admiring how captivated you become when you say them." He then kissed my nose, which caused me to blush all over.

His jargon fascinates me still none the less and I adore the discussions that follow and frantic disagreements that would lead to passionate foreplay.

Although my Spanish lingo was definitely improving, as he only called me by 'Spanish pet names'.

Understandably they sounded so much better in his language, they developed a new layer of meaning that was so romantic to listen to.

Every time he drops a new one into conversation, I just wanted to climb on top of him and rip off his clothes. Which he doesn't complain about.

He turns me into a tiger hunger to feed on the taste of her lover.

"Fede you're driving me crazy with lust." I'd intended to have left as a thought inside my sleepy mind; but I realised I must have forgotten this as my mouth voiced them openly.

"Ssh Lotta." He whispered gently. I love him so much, he's so adorable when he sleeps, but we really should get up.

I'd let him stay in bed for longer than I should have, but I couldn't really complain my view was more than acceptable from my side of the bed and I was staying exactly where I was put.

I had been drifting in an out of reality for about two hours and I wanted to enjoy this day, whilst it was still light out and thriving on solar power.

Our apartment was only a five minute walk from the beach and the sound of the waves were already enticing me to plunge my over heated body in for a refreshing dip.

Our passionate encounters last night have left me feeling that a soothing swim is just what I need right now, I beamed to myself.

I was pleased that I had managed to convince him to show me his neighborhood in Madrid, I loved studying anything I could about him before me.

"Please don't believe half of their crazy stories Lotta, I'm a change man. Trust me." A stern look covered his face just before we were supposed to meet them at the local tavern.

"Feds don't be silly, I love you just the way you are." I draped my body across his and then planted a kiss against his lips which caused his body go become less rigid.

He was still uptight the whole evening, not completely relaxed.

This could be due to his insanely attractive friends, who were so easy going and enthusiastic. They spilled secret stories that made the blood vessels rise to the surface of his cheeks as they rose in colour.

I assumed it was embarrassment but he was really pulsing with anger and tried to hide it.

To them he was 'Rico' always up to no good, I wished I known him when he was so mischievous, it made me blush hearing about all of it. Although he allowed them to uncover his childhood adventures.

"Rico never had any boundaries." Jonas voiced after his second beer.

I couldn't help but giggle at a few of them, he sounded so youthful and mischievous. Which was just the way I liked him to be.

"Rico looked after the pack." Another joined in.

"Rico never had trouble with the ladies." Alec winked towards my direction; which caused a tumblr of laughter to oscillate around us.

"Now this I must here about." I cocked my head flirtatious and twirled a piece of his hair to confirm with him that I didn't mind about his last. All I cared about was his further and present state of affairs.

"It will only ever be you my Lotta." He brushed his palm across my thigh reassuringly.

I could tell that part of him was pleased that he had grown up since those days and no longer associated himself with that type of activity.

"We've missed you so much Rico." Isabella his beautiful younger sister wrapped her arms around his neck, causing my heart to wrench.

"Bella you're always welcome to come visit us." She smiled at that, but part of me knew something wasn't quite right between Fede and his family. There was this unspoken secret I could sense, but couldn't quite figure out what it concerned.

My affections for him has grown uncontrollably, these past few days and I didn't even think that was possible, it surprised me.

I wondered what had changed him during his teenage years to doubt his ability to let his hair down all the time? But I never questioned it further than that.

Luckily my parents were still off the cards from any discussion, I hadn't allowed myself to even perceive their existence whilst we had been together.

It would happen in time but there was still no hurry to ruin my glowing ambiance. Just yet. I needed a happy birthday boy who would be in the mood to be spoilt in more ways than one.

"Feds." My voice serenaded his ear drums.

I decided to change my game plan as I ran my hands ever so slightly from the top of his cupids bow right down to the waist band of his pajama bottoms, which I brought him for Christmas and they fit him better than I'd imagined.

We were still having to learn each other's taste in the rest of the world; other than each other. I was pleased that he wore them religiously, but he still didn't know how to use the washing machine.

It was kinda gross.

No matter how many ecstatic emotions someone makes you feel, habits like that could really turn off your libido.

I wasn't in the mood anymore, but I could use his arousal to my advantage.

"I wanna celebrate your birthday." I placed a path of kisses from his chest down to his belly bottom. He couldn't resist my kisses.

Devilishly, I knew this attempt would have more of a reaction from him. This was confirmed as his breathing became harsher and I could tell he was having none of my teasing.

He grabbed my wrist and pinned me down against the bed, whilst he pressed his ribcage into mine. He bit down on his tongue to try and regain some balance of himself.

"Not yet mi alma gemela, my one and only true pair, my soul mate, my chochito, mi amore." He trailed his fingers across my bare back and had completely stolen my attention."I think we should save that for later." He brushed his mouth across mine as I hummed in agreement, his list of loving names had already won me over.

With that being said, I wrapped my legs around his waist and our lips interlocked into a passionate and desired kiss.

I wanted to express my gratitude to him, for revealing more about himself to me. I knew he was a private person and kept a lot of things to himself, it deserved a lot more than just a kiss.

I respected the consistency he always maintained in our relationship, it proved so much more than the loyalty he owed to me; it meant he saw me as an equal.

I interrupted his promiscuous ideas and hands from going any further, as I nibbled his favourite ticklish spot below his ear; which caused him to pull me closer and I knew my manipulative plan had worked; we would be going to the beach after all.

"I love you Federico," I informed his skin, leaving a trail of my love bites, so his body could be informed also of my message.

"Me more Lotta."

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✶ Another one of my favourite parts; they are just goals to me. The little Spanish pet names are so freakin adorable. Thoughts on how lucky Char is to have Fede and what is he hiding from Char?✶