Broken Blood Capillaries Secret Santa for the beautiful Ritsuko

Y weno ... I took a lot, I know and sorry ... but here's a gift for someone, I began to Stalker (?) from my early
LJ * 3 * I mean, I'm happy to have made a fic for it, when I heard , that had touched me, I laughed a lot and thought "how beautiful coincidence, U," and then I started writing C:

also want to thank my beautiful ; niia_08 that helped me quite a bit with inspiration, Niia, eri dry.
CXC-I will not let go ... "the blond steady hands clung to the other's back, resting his head on the shoulder of the Chilean - I do not want to leave now ... a nostalgia-filled it. Manuel was going to say something, but only turns his eyes and says nothing-Do not leave me Manu ...
-Y-I'm not going to leave ... left-hand timidly on his shoulder blonde hair, caressing calm and looking flushed somewhere else. -Manu ... "feeling the touch, he recalled that long ago that did her nails. An emotion filled it again. Happiness. - What? "I love you much & hellip; Martin's hand touches a touch Manuel's face, with momentum in slightly blushing about the boy's mouth, nervousness is what you feel, you run over your body tingling and throbbing your heart races. Both feel the same, nothing could be done for it to be otherwise, a whisper came from the mouth of Chile, but the Argentine did not listen, their ears were deaf to the heart only this time . His look was different every time, direct brown eyes, allowing himself to see how it is, just for him. So long enduring what really felt strong before the world and always smilingAndean so close to you, that in itself it is already very nervous. He felt his lips were kissed by the other, but ends up yielding to the touch ... when he feels his lips wandering her neck, her hands caressing your body, emotions are more prominent. And the Argentine always sure what he did, it was getting closer and closer to that of Chile, pushing it a bit to a chair in the room, making long, smooth steps, while the agitation n had increased and the kisses were falling over, running into the edge of the blue shirt was Manuel, who guided being leaned on the edge of the chair, sit there.amp; aacute; s can enjoy it, have it just for him
The blonde squeezes her hands in a faint whisper and look at Auburn, for sure, he says "Quiet."

was continued Lights on at night, and the groans hidden in between the myriad corridors, hidden in the wind that welcomed the movement of the leaves on the trees.