TITLE : Coming Home
AUTHOR : Sabrina
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PAIRING : Inzaghi/ Vieri
RATING : R
DISCAIMER : That NEVER happened, I don't know these men and I don't know who they're 'interested' in.
AUTHOR'S NOTES : English isn't my first language, so there will be many mistakes in here, but please don't kill me.

Here I am now. Sitting alone in the dark. Perfect. Where are you? Why aren't you by my side to help me. I've been crying, the wound is hurting. Nobody can see the wound, it's inside my heart. Altough it's hurting as if somebody cut out your heart. Loneliness.

Every night I can't think of something or somebody else. There's just you. Your cute face, very near but when I reach out I can't touch you.

All started so beautiful, as in all these love stories. After a match you asked me to go out with you. Suddenly I found myself at the beach, a bottle of Champagne in the hand. The sky was red and stars started blinking. This was when you kissed me first, I remember the touch of your lips as if it had been yesterday. Wet, soft and sweet. I couldn't breathe anymore, wanting this moment to last forever. Our tongues touched and our hands started to run through our hair.

The moon was shining when we stopped kissing. We didn't go any further then, not that night.

But where are you now? When I moved away and we didn't keep in touch with each other, I went on. Other teammates became my lovers, but always it felt as if I betrayed you. My darling. You had others as well, why shouldn't you? You with your nice thin legs, your dark brown eyes and your scar-divided lips, nobody can resist.

I can remember every kiss and every touch. I haven't forgotten any word you spoke, nor an look.

Why am I alone now? You slept in my arms, cuddling up against me like a little boy. When there was a thunderstorm you put your head under my chin, when it was cold outside you lay very close to me.

In whose arms are you now?

Your eyes are so deep, I could never 'read' them as you did in mine. My blue eyes...they were the reason you loved me. I know I'm not attractive at all, bulky, a mane of blond hair and so on.

I was your first love, I remember how unsure you were about what you did. How sweet you looked and how 'protective' I behaved. I wanted to make it nice and good for you. Before, we both had had many girls, but with a man.....you didn't know where to put your hands.

Later you were the 'king', you decided what to do.

Why we lost each other? Where are you?

How many days I'm sitting like that now. Thinking of you. Wanting to phone you. But I don't know your number. I don't care about me anylonger. I haven't eaten for quite a while now. But it doesn't matter. My life isn't important without you. All the others where only substitutes, not worth a word. Nobody had your sense of humor, your kindness, your way of looking at me or your smell. Yes, I miss your smell. I love your aftershave, so I bought it for me. But it hasn't the same 'erotic' effect on me. It nice, but not as good as it was on you.

The phone is ringing. Whatever, I don't want to be disturbed. But, maybe...

'Pronto.'

'Ciao Bobo, do you remember me?' How could I forget this voice. The way you make my nickname sound is wonderful. Sinful and sweet.

'I couldn't forget you Caro Pippo.' A little laugh, I love this sound.

'And I couldn't forget you. Where are you?'

'Australia. And you?'

'Still in Milan, waiting for you all the time. Come back, please.'Waiting for me. For me. Oh, I want to be back. In your arms.

'Ok. I'll catch the next plane. Ciao, my beloved Pippo.'

'Ciao Bobo.'

I drove too fast to the airport, I know, but who cares?

I was lucky, got a ticket for the next flight- two hours later- and now I'm seeing the blue ocean under me. I remember the days we were at the beach, swimming, driving jet skis and dancing in discos. I loved this time, nobody knew about us and we enjoyed ourselves.

Every evening we went to the beach when the moon was shining. This light on your brown skin looks perfect, you seem to be an angel. Innocent and sweet.

Some islands are down there now. Still many miles to fly till I reach your town. Milan. I liked to live there, I don't know why I was that stupid and moved away.

Ok, I've never won anything with Inter. Milan dominated the Italian league and Europe, your club, your trophies. In the other clubs I haven't won anything. I wasn't called up for the national team, you tried to convince the coach that I was useful, but in the end you managed to score and win yourself. World champion. My sweet little Pippo, who wouldn't get out of the warm bed in winter, I had to carry him around. Okay, the floor was dreadfully cold, but....

I loved to have you I my arms. Head against my chest, one arm around my neck.

Often we sat there in front of the TV and kissed each other for ages and ages. No matter what kind of film it was. Usually you sat on my legs, hands running through my hair and whispering thousands of sweet names.

Who did do this with you after I went away? One of your teammates? I have to stop thinking like that. I'll be back in your arms soon and that's all that matters.

I've never been so excited to see the town of Milan. I remember the derbys we played. I never won one of them, but it was fun. After the match you used to invite me for dinner. Afterwards we went to my appartment and in the bedroom....

You stayed in Milan, still you're playing there, scoring one goal after the other. I went away from Inter, I had no luck there. I travelled the whole world, half a season here than half a season there. Then I picked up an injury and retired. I went to Australia where I grew up, I didn't know any of the people, but I wanted to be alone, at the beginning.

Then I couldn't come back. I had lost you. Now I've found you again, or better you found me. I won't let you go again, I'm staying in Milan together with you.

You are standing at our usual meeting point. A small Coffee Bar in the town centre.You look still like a little boy. This face....how long I've desired to see it again. These lips, these eyes. Perfect as usual. My Filippo.

As you see me you start running. I feel your lips on mine. Desiring more. After these years you can't wait to have me back.

'I love you!' I whisper. Your answer is a kiss.

THE END