#ANDRÉS NOOOOOO

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: August 9, 2011

Lyrics:

Hey ya'll

I came to talk about this girl that had my love, see

I went away for a while and

She gave my love away huh

I really shouldn't blame her

But now that p-ssy is a stranger

Baby, somethings on my mind I gotta say it

Yeah, Your p-ssy done changed

It ain't the same girl and thats a shame

(A crying shame baby)

Oooh, aint being funny

I know another bee's been in that honey

Ooh, baby, that p-ssy done changed

It's such a shame girl and thats a shame

(Who the hell you giving my loving to girl?)

Oooh Nooo

Tell me where that p-ssy gone

Oooh Nooo

Cause it don't feel the same no more

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Yeah

Oooh Nooo

(How you do me like that baby)

Oooh Nooo

Why is that happening to me

Oooh Nooo

She told me that it was my p-ssy

Oooh Nooo

Yeah yeah yeah yeh

She, she used to be a really special lady (my everything)

I guess she's feeling kinda freaky lately

It's such a shame cause now the p-ssy's changed

(That p-ssy changed)

She used to squeeze me (oooooooh

Grip me tight enough so she can please me

But nah nah, now that p-ssy changed

It's such a shame, that p-ssy changed

Oooh Nooo

Where did ya p-ssy go?

Oooh Nooo

Cause girl, I need to know

Oooh Nooo

You see, it was on some one of a kind sh-t

Oooh Nooo

I'ma about to kill this bitch

Oooh Nooo

She gave away all my sh-t

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Oooh Nooo

Yeah, yeah, yeh

I thought the p-ssy cat had 9 lives man?

Damn darling you changed it all

I'm your number fan belt they are not important

I don't use a cordless, microphone avoid em'

They don't feel real to me

Meaning real woman

Others built on me

You the primer on the lime bean green box When I couldn't afford a Ford

Clean socks scootin' across the floor in your grandmama house

Hand on your mouth

You yap too much about the penny-ante, this mechanics so uncanny

X-men, x-men, your ex boyfirend should thank me that I took you off his hands

No I can't bring another beach to the sand

And know I am well aware that you can bring a man to his knees

And get what you need without saying please

But can you bring a man to his feet when defeat is on repeat

And they put this man's Grammy's on the street?

What? Why so quiet?

Hate that all of our memories happened in a Hyatt

You were perfect before you went on a diet

You was way thicker, you think i don't remember

Shit, the magazine got to your head

Now somebody you don't even know got you in bed

Betcha buddy don't even know you don't like red

Or Was It Fuchsia, F-ck It, Our Future Is dead

Songwriter:

Oooh Nooo

Yeah yeah yeah

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Oooh Nooo

Ohhhhhh

Oooh Nooo

I'm about to kill this bitch

Oooh Nooo

She gave away all my shit

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Oh noooooo

Yeah, yeah, yeh

Ahahahaha

I miss ya girl

Jamal F. Jones / Dwayne Carter / Andre Benjamin / Dreshan Nikel Smith

SongFacts:

"Dedication to My Ex (Miss That)" is a song by R&B musician Lloyd, released on August 9, 2011 as the third single from his fourth studio album King of Hearts (2011). Produced by Polow da Don and D. Smith of Zone 4 Productions, the song features a verse from Outkast's André 3000 and is "narrated" by Lloyd's frequent collaborator and fellow New Orleans rapper Lil Wayne. The brass was played by Siraaj Amnesia James. The song was edited for radio in the United Kingdom (among others) with the word "pussy" replaced with "lovin'." The single performed averagely domestically, but reached the top five in the UK, Australia and Ireland, and the top 10 in Denmark, the Netherlands and Austria. The song is Lloyd's biggest international hit to date.

The song's music video, directed by Bryan Barber, premiered on September 13, 2011 on 106 & Park. André 3000 and Lil Wayne do not appear in the video; Instead, Wayne Brady and a cat lip sync Wayne and Andre 3000's lyrics, respectively. The video featured Natalie La Rose as the female lead.

[ichayalovesyou]

Infinito Carlos Rivera: Como Andrés Salinas en El Hotel De Los Secretos (2016)- Ep.7, "No Llores Andrés"

Anterior <- -> Próximo (El Hotel De Los Secretos)

Anterior <- -> Próximo (Infinito Carlos Rivera)

[amimons]

there's more andre the ice cream man than marichat ;-;

[xoxo-teddybear]

Besties - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader ft. Kirishima

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Good Times, BESTIE VIBES ONLY

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Being Bakugou’s girlfriend, you had to get used to his jealousy. Even though you got used to it, you still chose to not deal with it and so you became close friends with the one guy he could trust. Eijirou Kirishima. Here’s how it worked out.

A/N: For the sake of the fic, Jirou and Kaminari are dating

So we all know how Bakugou and Kirishima’s friendship works but I headcanon Y/N (or this story’s version of Y/N) and Kirishima to have a friendship very VERY similar to André Harris and Tori Vega from the show, Victorious. Bakugou liked the fact that his best friend and girlfriend got along so well ESPECIALLY since he wouldn’t have to worry about other guys that Y/N would become friends with. He could trust Eijirou to stay just friends with Y/N and the friendship became ridiculously hilarious.

—

[Y /N] *Ripped Kirishima’s Red Riot poster* Oh Shit! *Runs to common rooms and hides in the crowd, casually talking to other friends*

[Kirishima] *Walks in* You!

[Y/N] *high pitch scream* Katsuki!

[Kirishima and Y/N] *Arguing*

[Katsuki] *Runs in* Woah, woah, woah! What the fuck is happening?!

[Kirishima] Can I talk to Y/N for a sec bro?!

[Y/N] I don’t have to talk to you about anything!

[Kirishima] Oh I think you do! *Picks Y/N up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes*

[Y/N] Let me go! *swinging arms and legs around*

[Kirishima] Don’t make a scene, Don’t make a scene

[Y/N] Suki! Help me!

[Katsuki] *Laughing his ass off*

—

[Y/N] *Walking up towards Katsuki and Kirishima moving shoulders and smiling* Heyyyy~

[Katsuki] *Pulling in Y/N with one arm and pecking her temple* Hey babe

[Kirishima] What’s the big news?

[Y/N] How’d you know I had big news?

[Kirishima] ‘Cuz whenever you got big news, this is how you approach someone. *Backs up a little and re-enacts Y/N’s walk* “Heyyyy~”

[Y/N] I don’t do that when I have big news

[Katsuki] Do you have big news?

[Y/N] .....yes

[Katsuki and Kirishima] *Laughs*

[Sero] Yo Bakugou! We got extra training with Aizawa! Let’s go!

[Katsuki] Okay! Later Shitty Hair, See ya babe *pecks your lips and runs off*

[Kirishima] So what’s the big news?

[Y/N] *explains*

[Kirishima] Oh my chiz!

[Y/N] I know right! Ouu let’s go tell those guys over there! *points towards group of kids and begins to walk*

[Kirishima] Wait wait wait *pulls Y/N back* We gotta do this the right way *smiles*

[Y/N] *Smiles and Nods head*

[Kirishima and Y/N] *Walks up to group moving shoulders and smiling* Heyyyy~

—

[Kirishima and Y/N] *Chilling at the Kitchen Island*

[Kirishima] *frustrated with something*

[Y/N] Hey...Hey look at me

[Kirishima] Noooooo

[Y/N] Look at me

[Kirishima] *Sighs* What is it cuz I’m not in the greatest moo- *looks up at Y/N*

[Y/N] *Shoots Kirishima with Nerf Gun as he’s talking and hits him right in the middle of his forehead for the 6th time in a row* WooHooo!! Oh yeaaahhh six fa sixxxxx *does a little dance in her chair*

[Katsuki] *laying on the common room couch* BABBYYYYYYYYY

[Y/N] *Walks to Bakugou* You finally awake babe? What do you need?

[Katsuki] Can you get me some water? *baby pouts at her*

[Y/N] Heh, sure. *gets water and gives it to Katsuki*

[Katsuki] *Drinks water and goes to sleep again*

[Y/N] *Walks back to seat infront of Kirishima and gets hit with Nerf Bullet*

[Kirishima] WOMP! *puts two fist in the air in victory and then does a little dance*

[Y/N] *Softly laughs*

[Kirishima] Like that?

[Y/N] *Laughs and claps hands softly* Moreee

[Kirishima] *Laughs and stops dancing*

—

[Kirishima] *Busts into Common Rooms during Y/N and Bakugou’s movie night* GUYS I NEED HELP!

[Katsuki] *Pauses movie* Aren’t you supposed to be at Kiyoko’s Birthday Party?

[Kirishima] Yes! I’m supposed to be at her birthday party! I’m supposed to be her date for that party! And I’m supposed to like her! But I don’t like that spoiled girl at all! Not even a little *picks up pillow and hits the couch with it at every upcoming word* And I *hit* don’t know what *hit* to do! *hit*

[Y/N] *Offers out bowl* .....Want some Mashed Potatoes?

[Kirishima] No I don’t want any- .....Gimme da bowl *takes bowl and walks to other side*

[Y/N] Okay, why are you with this girl if you don’t even like her?!

[Kirishima] Because of her daddy *eats*

[Katsuki] Who’s her daddy?

[Kirishima] *Speaks with stuffed mouth* Hawks

[Katsuki and Y/N] What?!?!! Hawks?!?

[Kirishima] Mhm!

[Y/N] Oh my god, he’s the number 2 hero!

[Kirishima] I know that! You don’t think I know that? If that man likes me and thinks I’m good enough he could hook me up with a spot in his agency as an intern. Why else do you think I’m dating his grumped up, crazy faced daughter?!

[Y/N] *stares in shock* that is terrible!

[Kirishima] I know! That’s why I’m upset! *takes spoonful bite of mashed potatoes* ‘Cuz I know, what I’m doing is wrong! 😭 .....are these potatoes hand mashed?

[Y/N] Yeah, why?

[Kirishima] They’re lumpy

[Y/N] *stares in offense*

[Kirishima] If you gon hand mash em, you gotta get up in there! Get out them lumps! *sadly uses fork to mash up potatoes even more*

—

[Kirishima] *Banging on Y/N’s dorm room door at 4 in the morning*

[Y/N] *Tiredly getting out of Bakugou’s arms and opening the door* Kiri?

[Kirishima] Did you get my texts?!

[Y/N] Yes, why do you think I’m standing here at 4 in the morning?

[Kirishima] I’m tripping out Y/N! I’m tripping out!!😭

[Y/N] *sighs* Alright, just come in

[Katsuki] *Wakes up* Ugh shitty hair, whats your deal?

[Kirishima] *frantically walks through the door* Go make coco!

[Y/N] I’m not making coco! *shuts door*

[Kirishima] ARGHHH-OWWW *rubs his temples as he flops onto Y/N’s bed at Katsuki’s feet*

[Katsuki] Geez man *tiredly rubs face*

[Y/N] What is wrong with you?

[Kirishima] *hesitates* I-...I think I’m in love with Jirou

[Katsuki and Y/N] *Eyes go wide and jaws drop*

[Y/N] *slowly shaking head up and down*...I’ll go make the coco... *stares as Kirishima in shock as she backs up to the door slowly*

[Kirishima] *Mouthing “I don’t know” with distressed look and shrugged shoulders*

[Y/N] *slowly but quickly leaves dorm room*

*Timeskip - Bakugou, Y/N, and Kirishima are all sitting on Y/N’s bed with their backs against the wall holding cups of coco*

[Y/N] You think you’re in love?....With Jirou?

[Kirishima] ....I think so..

[Katsuki] Okay, what happened tonight?

[Kirishima] I don’t know..we were just in gym gamma, working together, all night, and then we took a break and she played music and started singing and I sang with her. Then she showed me a song she’s been working on and I offered to help and then she started singing again and she just looked so...pretty and sweet

[Y/N] Okay but dude, you can’t love Jirou!

[Kirishima] You think I don’t know that?! Kaminari is one of my best friends and I would never try and move in on a friend’s girl. Uh-Uh, I don’t play that way.

[Katsuki] Good! So just..forget about this-

[Kirishima] I CANT! ARGH-OW *distressfully rubs temples*

[Y/N] Well why can’t you?

[Kirishima] Alright, you see. Ever since I was little I could never hold my emotions in. I could never keep my feelings inside, even if I want to, I just can’t. I always had to be honest with myself and let it out. Or else I get wonky in the head! *Rubs temples*

[Y/N] Okay-

[Kirishima] I- *broken sobs*

[Y/N] Okay-

[Kirishima] Argh- *broken sobs*

[Y/N] *Rubbing Kiri’s shoulder* Shhh-

[Kirishima] I don’t even- *broken sobs and shaking head*

[Y/N] Shhh. Listen. I don’t think you’re in love with Jirou.

[Kirishima] You don’t?

[Y/N] No. You guys were just there..together..alone, late. And you were tired.

[Kirishima] Yeah..tired, we were tired. That’s true.

[Y/N] And you guys were listening to music and singing songs..and so you felt emotional.

[Kirishima] Yeah! I did!

[Y/N] But by tomorrow, you’ll be fine again!

[Kirishima] Yeah! I bet I will!

[Katsuki, Y/N, and Kirishima] *Slowly raises coco cups to their mouths to take a sip simultaneously*

[Kirishima] This coco is good!

[Y/N] *Nodding her head* It’s from Belgium.

[Kirishima] Must be why

[Y/N] *Nodding her head* Mhm

[Katsuki, Y/N, and Kirishima] *All simultaneously taking another sip*

[Katsuki] .....Shitty hair..

[Kirishima] ...Yeah bro?

[Katsuki] ....Get out so I can cuddle my girlfriend and go to sleep

[Kirishima] .....Okay bro

[marquisdelafayette]

André is dead

WHAT??? NOOOOOO!!!! NOT ANDRE!!!!

[roccinan]

okay but what if in Berlin2023 Andrés has a Diego-from-Gran-hotel style beard? just a thought that came to my mind seeing Pedro's new pics from that lcdp event lol.

NOOOOOO ANON DO NOT SPEAK THAT INTO EXISTENCE

(LOL I think Pedro's beard is for another role in something different, thankfully!)

Berlin 2023 can somehow be the best show on Earth, but I am still giving it 0/0 stars if the Diego (tm) beard makes a resurgence asdasdf

[yukamilee]

1-hablando con alguien, descubres algo que te hace decir "¡¡OH NOOOOOO!!", y te deprime

2-dias después la huesuda se lleva a otro actor de doblaje mexicano (*se emperra/enoja*)

3-dibujas algo para animar perezas

4-algo te anima, descubres que cierta cosa que detesta la detestan los demás (fe en la humanidad 10% restaurada)

5-pero luego están los femenicidio y demás desastres y trifulcas (fe en la humanidad reducida a 5%)

6-a pesar de ello, sigues dibujando para el día de alguien

7-un día tienes un sueño en que conoces a una voz (detalles clasificados) y te anima

8-hablas con ese alguien para dar aviso de dicho dibujo

9-vas por tacos de camarón y los meseros tardan una eternidad en traerlos

10- se acaban rápido los jugos de naranja

11-andas pensando que hacer y dibujar

12-tratas de hacer un dibujo a gran escala pero te sale mal y hace uno a pequeña escala y te sale decente

13-tus manos sudan y te duele la cabeza

14-a veces te sientes ignorado pero lidias con ello

15-sientes que 2020 no será tu año

16-recuerdas que tienes que escribir tu fanfic (y no lo has hecho)

17-tienes que hacer un dibujo rápido (y te da flojera)

18-descubres algo más y te hace decir "¡¡¡NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Y ya sientes que todo vale comino, tal vez menos que eso (y no es otra muerte de otro actor mexicano sino que otro actor de voz ahora está inactivo)

19- te deprime y sientes ganas de ahogar tus penas en coca cola

20-y mucho más ya que quieres compartir un gusto tuyo pero a los demás no les gusta (y es sobre voces) y eso te hace sentir soledad y lidias más con ello

21-luego al siguiente día, te llega el Andrés (echandote a perder otra vez)

(Aquí un dibujo)

[ronnie999673]

Noooooo

Why André??

[quininhas]

Maaaaaan, another portuguese player going to barcelona??? Noooooo. STOP!

Oh well, I hope they treat him better than André Gomes xp

Why? Why my beautiful tugas? Why are you doing this? I can’t root for you...

(I don’t really watch benfica games, but he didn’t impress me in the conf cup, Cédric was way better, imo...)

[3one3]

The Sequel - 864

Five Minutes

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

“Stop cutting him off, babe.”

“I’m not!”

“He stops pushing the thing every time your boat nearly smashes into his. Here. Keep going, Munchkin. You can still beat him while he’s busy showing off.”

“Whose team are you on? You’re supposed to be officiating.”

“I am, but you have an unfair advantage so I have to moderate a handicap.”

“What advantage!”

“Not being two years old.”

Friday morning was for boat racing. André bought remote controlled boats to play with in the pool, for Lukas, he said. Christina knew the toys were just as much for him. He already tried to use one to deliver a bottled beer to her on the big pillow float when he first got them earlier in the summer. They came with very basic controllers, and Lukas just about understood that if he held down a button then the boat moved. He was the blue boat, and Dad raced the red one. Dad was much better at steering, so the red boat tended to win. Christina was trying to help even out the record. She sat on the side of the pool with her legs in the water and her son on her lap and tried to help him steer. André sat Indian-style beside them and steered his boat in circles around the other one, and all over the rest of the pool. Lukas had enough trouble navigating without the distraction of bumper-boats. He understood that Daddy was causing the problem.

“Daddy noooooo,” he shouted in frustration before vindictively hurtling the controller into the water. André used his long reach to retrieve it for him, and laughed at his reaction. He leaned over to kiss his forehead as he handed the waterproof device back, and then tried to fit his head between mother and child so that he could kiss Christina too. His lips were seeking a bikini-clad breast though, not a forehead, and he was badly off target.

“Stop it,” the rider ordered, making it difficult for him. “Start the race over and play fair.” She put her hands over Lukas’ littler ones to assist him in returning the blue boat to their end of the pool, to the imaginary starting line.

“Don’t you have horses to ride or something?”

“No. I told you I’m not going to work until you do.”

“I actually should start getting ready for that soon,” the player frowned after checking the time on his phone on the concrete between them. He didn’t want the nice morning with his family to come to an end yet. They had blueberry pancakes and eggs for breakfast on the patio, with green juice and abundant sunshine. Then the chef read articles from Time and The New Yorker aloud while everyone let the food settle. Then they played Banana Phone for a while, and then Tag, and then Monkey in the Middle with the dogs and a tennis ball. “Last race,” André announced as soon as Christina managed to get Lukas’ boat lined up next to his. Like clockwork, Espen greeted everyone from the patio as soon as her boss shouted “ready, set, go”, thus distracting the little boy piloting the blue speedboat and immediately putting him at a disadvantage. Mom tried to help. Espen’s arrival also signaled that it really was time to move on from playtime to work time for the adults. Christina really wasn’t ready to switch from bikini to breeches. In order to ensure that her horses got maximum turnout time, she had to do Kyle and Stefanie’s lessons earlier in the day. They had their own schedules to keep to, and she couldn’t text them and push their training back just so that she could spend more time playing in the sun with Lukas. She and André went upstairs together after the race to get ready. Both were inclined to drag their feet about it.

“I really like that bathing suit on you,” the BVB man commented in the doorway of his girl’s dressing room while she rummaged through one of her satin-black drawers. He liked the squishing effect of the olive green scoopneck bralette-style top on her chest, which was very secure in there. The ability for such little fabric to accomplish so much truly blew his mind.

“Go pack your backpack,” she muttered dismissively. How do I not have any clean crewneck barn t-shirts? I swear there was a heather gray one here yesterday. Espeeeeeeeeen. Why you hide my laundry?

“I can’t decide what entertainment to bring.”

“Are you sure you’re not just reluctant to get your bag and go to training and the hotel and the match because you think you’re either not going to play or not going to contribute if you do play?”

“Yes, that.”

“Come on, babe,” Christina replied consolingly as she gently shut the drawer without finding a shirt. She padded over to the tall, blonde and handsome guy holding up the doorframe and put her hands on his waist. “Who even are you? You always look forward to the match. You get what you put in. If you go into the weekend thinking nothing but negative garbage, that’s all you’ll have at the end of the weekend. You’re better than a lame ass crisis of confidence a couple of games into the season.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being the good cop or the bad cop right now,” André chuckled. But I like your boobs from up here.

“I’m neither cop. You don’t need law enforcement. You can make yourself do the right thing.”

“You’re sexy when you’re indignant.” He held his girl’s head in his arms the way he held Lukas’ whole body when he was brand new, and messed around with the loose hair barely secured in the elastic around her bun.

“I’m not indignant. I’m just not here for any sorry bullshit.”

“Definitely the bad cop. Why are you getting so heated about this?” The discontent midfielder furrowed his brows in mock bewilderment, but really he enjoyed Christina’s flare of temper over his self-pitying posture.

“I’m not!”

“Clearly.”

“I need to chaaaaange. And you need to get your stuff and change too.”

André released her head and pushed his lips together for a kiss. She had to stand on her toes to reach, but that was such a well-rehearsed habit that it came as second nature. It happened quickly, and then she was back on the hunt for a t-shirt fitted and tidy enough to ride in but not too nice to sacrifice to barn dirt, horse slobber, and sweat. The other athlete meant to do the same- to turn around and resume the chores necessary to get out the door and on with his day- remained planted just inside the entrance to her private domain.

That was like a chamber of feminine mysteries to him. It was never declared off limits to him, and he was only ever encouraged to keep out or get out when he was getting in the way. Her dressing room had different “moods”, so to speak. André thought the furniture- those smooth, satin black cabinets, drawers, and shelves- was very “Cool Girl”, and the textured baroque wallpaper, heavy chrome mirror frames, the complicated crystal chandelier, the furry carpet under her bench, and the photos from her magazine shoots, were very “Sexy Girl”. Sometimes she listened to Placebo in there and put together leather leggings, chunky boots, and lux sweaters. Sometimes she listened to The Weeknd and tried on minute bodycon dresses with pointy pumps. Sometimes she pulled on yesterday’s breeches while dancing to Latin artists he didn’t even know. That was her place to be whatever she wanted, and her outfits and her playlist always told the truth about what that was. André felt some inherent self-restraint against infringing on her space for being her unvarnished self or for putting on the varnish of whichever self she intended to project, and not just for her benefit.

It was actually for himself. He didn’t want to know any secrets that might stain or reveal some of her mystique. A girl had to have mystique to keep him hooked, and Christina had plenty, in all sorts of avenues. Her mind was an impossible place, for example. He didn’t want to explore every nook and cranny and take away the experience when its hidden places were revealed naturally, often to his entertainment or wonderment. Similarly, the footballer had no desire to give up the unknowns about what she got up to in that little private space full of her personal, non-shared possessions, decorated exclusively by and for her. It was nice to watch her get dressed to go out with him. It was kind of a turn on to watch her primp and make herself beautiful or sexy. But he didn’t want to see the whole process. He didn’t want to see her choose what to wear, and what bag to carry, and so on. There had to be a little mystery. Using what she did in there to figure out her mood was like cheating, or taking a shortcut, and that had to be saved for emergencies. So he largely stayed out of that room. It was much better to let her reveal her things on her own, or present them for him to figure out.

But sometimes other things trumped that unwritten rule. Sometimes he was chronically bored, or restless, and needed to bother her in there for entertainment. And sometimes he just felt like being near her and the desire for that was so intense that he couldn’t leave her general vicinity. Friday was like that. His wife was largely right in that he wasn’t looking forward to final training and a night with the team ahead of a match he didn’t anticipate going well for him. What she missed was that he didn’t want to put his overnight bag together and change for Brackel because he didn’t want to leave her. He wanted to hang out more, and play with their son more, and talk, and be close, and maybe more than that. He didn’t notice how good she looked in that olivey bikini until she was about to take it off. Besides the pushing up and smooshing of her breasts, the cut of the bottom emphasized how high and tight her butt could look. The color complemented her long compounded summer tan. Then she got all tough talk and pointed gaze on him and he really wanted to remain in her orbit.

“What are you looking for?” André questioned after kind of tiptoeing in behind Christina and seating himself on the white bench. She was picking through another drawer.

“A shirt. Why are you still here?”

“You have like a hundred shirts.”

“Do you need something? You’re lingering.” The equestrian turned around with a faded red Hampton Classic souvenir tee that was older than her marriage. Her expression was blank and though it was engaged with her husband’s, she was simultaneously opening a deep drawer in her small island to select a sports bra.

“Come here.”

“You’re not gonna cry, are you? It can’t be that bad. You said training was great yesterday!”

“Ha ha, very funny. Just come here.” André tugged on her wrist the way Lukas did when he wanted or needed something, and pulled the reluctant girl between his knees. Once she was corralled there, he let go of her dainty wrist and gently took a palm-sized hold of each of her butt cheeks. Gently steadily morphed into possessive. “I’m having one of those moments where all I want and all I can think about is touching you. I wish that I could stay home this afternoon and make love to you over and over.” Gentleness remained in his demeanor, however. He spoke softly and longingly and most importantly, authentically. Christina had no room to tease him. She just slid her three middle fingers into the front of his hair and combed it back, searching for the right thing to say. I believe the proactive part of that statement, she thought about what he’d said. But I also believe the negative- the beginning- the stay home part- is actually the real thing. It’s not that he desperately wants to be together. He desperately wants to not go do football, and fondling and fucking me all day is a great way to feel better about that. It’s really hard to feel dread or reluctance about the thing that’s supposed to be your passion. No one knows that better than I do. I wonder if he’d feel better about it if he could have the comforting, good, satisfying experience first, and then go to training feeling better, and then maybe perform better, and thus improve the whole cycle of consequences. Christina freed her fingers and pried André’s left hand off her behind so that she could read the time on his watch.

“If you take the Range Rover instead of either of your cars and then don’t have to stop on the way to get gas, do you have enough time to make me late for work?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to make you late.”

“I’m the trainer. I’m not late. Kyle will just be early. Touch me.”

“I can’t, baby,” the German groaned with his forehead and nose pressed up against her tummy. “I won’t want to go after.”

“Then go now and work hard and get tired so you’re ready for bed early and you can call me and we’ll hang out, okay?”

“That’s not what I want.” He looked up and rested his chin on her instead while he shook his head.

“What do you want, boyfriend?”  

“My Prinzessin. I want her.” I want to be under her, and between her legs, and on top of her, and inside her. Inside all of her. Where I can see her love for me. Where I don’t have to guess about it, or assume. I want her. I want her to make me happy inside. I want her to be just mine for like 5 fucking minutes. Not Mausi’s, not Heiner’s, not Germany’s, not Dirk’s, and most especially not Juan’s. Why can’t she just be my beautiful, sexy Prinzessin again for a little while? Just mine. Show me for a little that I’m still the most important to her like she is to me. I want the feeling I get when we make love and I’m on top of her and holding her head, she’s holding my arms and we’re kissing the whole time and then she opens her eyes to look at me like I just took the heart right out of her chest and put it inside mine to keep it safe and warm for her. Her eyes turn that frozen winter color. There’s a perfect black circle around the outside and then the weird blue-gray. I don’t know why they only get that color when we’re in bed. They’re like a mood ring. Someone should make mood contacts so more people can know someone whose eyes change color all day. She says it only depends on what color her top is. I don’t believe it. Her eyes aren’t that color every time she’s naked. She’s more or less naked right now and they’re just regular sky blue. I hate that they’re looking at me with pity right now, André concluded while the object of all his thoughts tried to figure out what to do or say for him.

“How much trouble would you be in if you were a little late?”

“None. Actual training doesn’t start right away. We have time to eat and to work on our own first.”

“So stay with me.” Christina used her weight to push him back enough to make room for her on his lap. She settled over his thighs and reached under his arms to hang on his shoulders. “Work out with me. And then go kill it in training,” she whispered, those much considered blues on his mouth.

“Not now,” he sighed, unswayed. “As I said, I wouldn’t want to go after that. And I don’t like it when you pretend for me. I want enough time to make you want me too.”

“I d-“ Her mouth opened to lodge a protest against the assumption that she was just playing along and mustering some participation-level desire because she felt sorry for his state, but her argument was stifled by two of his fingers arriving there to shush her.

“It’s not the same. Change your clothes, pretty girl. Go do your lessons.” André patted the top of her butt and looked away because the only thing worse than the pity reflected in her features was seeing hurt there, and there was no chance she wouldn’t at least flinch at his rejection. She always did, even if she wasn’t interested in being together in the first place.

“Sure?”

“Mhm.”

With that affirmation, the rider vacated his lap and walked away shaking her hair out from its bun, all the way into the bathroom via the door at the back. There was no telling whether she stalked away without so much as another glance, never mind a “goodbye” or even an “okay”, because she was bitter about her offer for her body going untaken or if she was fed up with his sulking about football and leaving. There was no time to figure it out either. André got up and went to his own closet to get ready. They didn’t interact again until they both wanted to kiss Lukas goodbye. Dad apologized because the last thing he needed was to have Mom be angry. It wouldn’t have made any sense. What he wanted most was to stay home with her. She wasn’t allowed to be upset with him for not wanting to have a quickie with her when the reason was that it would just make it harder for him to leave after. Christina said she wasn’t upset. She told him to go have fun at training.

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The Loring Park Sessions : quand Prince avait 19 ans et faisait du jazz

Bien qu’il nous ait quitté en avril de l’année dernière (noooooo !), Prince continue de bercer nos oreilles de sa prolifique production. Mais saviez-vous que bien avant ses années funk, à l’âge de 19 ans, le musicien s’essayait au jazz avec ses potes André Cymone et Bobby Z ? Eh bien, je l’ignorais également…

Du coup, ça a été un peu la bonne surprise de découvrir qu’il existait un enregistrement…