Soccer/Football Imagines (Part 2)

Gareth Bale [~] Shock Shake

Gareth Bale

For amz676:

You growled in annoyance as another frilly dress was laid out in front of you. "Mama, I told you I didn't want to wear such ridiculous clothing to this meeting!" you told your mother, who didn't look impressed at your words.

"You are a princess, the Princess of Spain, and you will wear one of those dresses. You have to look elegant and refined. You can't just romp around at formal events in a pair of shorts and a jersey," your mother scolded you. Huffing in annoyance, you finally picked out the least frilly or formal dress you could find in the pile on your bed.

Huffing in annoyance, you pulled on the red gown. It was strapless had sequins on the bodice and the jewels gradually ran out as you moved farther down the dress to allow the deep red fabric to appear. There was a slit on the side of the dress, showing off your leg up to your right knee. There was a slight train to the dress, even after you slipped on a pair of low heels. Allowing people to run around doing your hair and makeup, you were ready to just get this event over and done with.

Walking out of your room, you headed for the main hall, where your family was waiting. "You're late," your father scolded as you hurried down the stairs, your hair floating loosely behind you.

"I know, Papa," you sighed, moving to stand next to your mother.

"Straighten up, do you want to look like a gorilla?" your mother hissed. You straightened up and rolled your eyes as your mother continued to hiss at you. "Honestly, please just don't embarrass us or yourself today."

"I apparently already do," you hissed back. Before your mother could retort anything, the doors opened and you plastered a fake smile on your face. You nearly gasped when the Real Madrid starters filed into the room, the Champion's League trophy being wheeling in on a podium behind them. You thought it was going to be some old governor from some other European nation.

"Your majesties, I present you the Real Madrid CF men's team," someone announced. You snapped your head to your father, who stepped forwards to shake all of their hands. Your mother did the same and then it was your turn. Smiling, you started down the line and shook each of the players' hands. You already knew who they were and they already knew who you were but you were still introduced to each of them.

You continued down the line, your eyes finally falling on the tall Welshman that you silently proclaimed to be your favorite player on the team. "Madam, this is Mr. Gareth Bale," your attendee introduced. You smiled wider and extended your hand. He smiled widely at you before he enveloped your small hand in his large one. You felt a small shock when the two of you connected hands and by the look of shock on his face, he felt it too.

"Pleased to meet you," you smiled, shaking the look of shock of your face. He did the same before your attendee led you to the next player. Once you were out of ear shot, Cristiano elbowed Gareth in the ribs before shooting him a smirk accompanied with suggestive, wiggly eyebrows. Gareth elbowed him back, embarrassment clear on his face.

"A princess, huh, Gareth?" he chuckled before Gareth shot him a look that clearly stated 'shut the f up'. Cristiano tried to contain the laugh before you returned to the platform. After the rest of the introductions and formalities were out of the way, you led the team to the grand hall, where a party in their honor was already underway.

"Please, enjoy yourselves," you smiled before opening the doors to the grand hall. You stepped to the side and clapped along with everyone else in the room as the team walked in. Gareth shot you a small smile, causing you to smile wider, a blush covering your cheeks. You followed the team to the bottom of the stairs before breaking off and heading towards your parents at the head of the room. The waiters quickly delivered food around the room and merriment ensued.

During the whole dinner, you and Gareth kept making eye contact. You smiled down at your food as you caught him staring the third time that hour. "Why are you all happy?" your brother asked from besides you.

"Happiness is a normal human emotion, you know," you shot at your brother, who rolled his eyes at your defensiveness. You turned back to your plate to finish your meal before dinner was cleared away. Your father then stepped up and announced for the musicians to start playing music. You smiled and got up to dance before your mother or brother could dampen your mood even more. Walking slowly through the dance floor, you were looking for one man in particular. Looking around again, you turned around, only to bump straight into him.

Looking up at him, you smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

"The fault is all mine. I was completely caught up in your beauty that I failed to notice that you had turned around," he smiled, causing you to blush. "You also look even more beautiful when you blush like that," he whispered in your ear.

You smiled shyly before connecting your hands once again, the shock present again. "If you think that I'm so beautiful, will you dance with me?" you asked, a small smile on your face.

"Sure, but how about in a more . . . private area. I'm afraid my teammates will never let me live this down."

"Perfect, my parents would probably throw a fit if they saw I wasn't dancing with the son of a wealthy business man that they keep setting me up with."

You led Gareth out of the room and out to the gardens. You could still hear the music and you and Gareth danced to the slow song. You blushed red when he dipped you, one hand on your upper back, the other resting on your now exposed thigh. "If you don't think it being too forward, may I kiss you?"

"You didn't have to ask," you replied before the two of you connected your lips, with only the setting sun as your witness.