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Taste

Hiiii. Here is part 4 of the Senses series that I started a few weeks ago.

Sight : Sound : Smell : Taste : Touch : Cryptaesthesia

Jessie Fleming x Putellas!Reader

Description: Jessie and R are reunited after the World Cup

Word Count: 1.5k

"Mierda santa!" you screamed, barely able to believe it as Alexia’s arms wrapped around you, holding you so tightly you could hardly breathe. Your heart was pounding, your body trembling with the adrenaline. You could feel her sobbing against your shoulder, her tears warm as they fell onto your shirt.

"Campeonas del mundo," she choked out, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her face as she clung to you.

"We did it, Ale," you laughed as she littered kisses to your cheek.

As the realisation sank in, gold confetti rained down from above, showering the field in a sparkling blur. Pieces of it clung to your sweaty skin, catching in your hair, sticking to your jersey. Around you, your teammates screamed and cheered, hugging, crying, dancing in the confetti-covered field. After everything you had gone through. You had done it.

Alexia let you go just long enough to look you in the eye. This was the dream you had chased together. And now, here it was, glittering in gold right before you.

"Papí would be so proud," she whispered, heart clenching that he wasn't there to witness it.

"Lo sé," you smiled back. You didn't remember too much about your father - his memory a lot more hazy than Alexia's was.

“Ale, let me go,” you laughed, trying to wriggle out of her hold as the celebrations finally started to die down. But Alexia wasn’t ready to let go just yet, her arms still locked firmly around you. Every time you even thought about moving away, her hand would find your wrist, pulling you back with stubborn insistence.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she teased, arms tightening.

“I’m trying to find Alba and Mamí! Olgui is with them too, and Jess,” you explained, laughing as you lightly pushed against her shoulder. Her eyes softened, and for a second, she loosened her grip before squeezing you again.

“Tú y tu mejor amiga tonta,” she said with a sigh, finally releasing you. “Stay close, though. I don’t want you too far.” She looked at you, her gaze warm and full of pride, the type of pride only an older sister could have. You raised an eyebrow. She did know that Jessie wasn't just your best friend, right? You shook away for confusion.

Your heart leapt at the idea of seeing Jessie again. Canada had not had the best of tournaments, and it had hurt to see them crash out of the group stages. But you couldn't deny seeing Jessie in the crowd during your games was something you loved above all else. She had sat in the stands, sandwiched between Olga and your Mamí, your Chelsea shirt pulled over her heart as she watched you, her heart full.

Taking a deep breath, you glanced back at Alexia one last time. “I’ll be right back,” you promised, heading off to find your family

You didn’t go to Ibiza with the team. The idea of the wild celebrations, the non-stop energy – it was tempting, but not what you truly wanted. Sure, partying with the girls was fun, but you weren’t one for the constant socialising, the crowds, the chaos. Deep down, you craved something quieter, softer. All you wanted was to be with Jessie. After everything, your entire body ached for her gentle comfort, her steady presence, the warmth that only she could give you.

You had seen her at the final, spent the evening with her and long into the following morning, but she had flown home separately. Whilst you wished you could have spent the long travel days with her hand holding yours, she hadn't been granted that permission. She had hoped on a plane straight back to London, whilst you were forced to go via Spain and have a few mandatory celebrations.

When you finally reunited at Heathrow, it was like a breath of fresh air. She spotted you first, breaking into a wide smile, her eyes glowing with pride as she moved towards you, arms outstretched. Before you could say a word, she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in close.

“Felicidades, mi hermosa campeona del mundo,” she whispered softly, her warm breath tickling your ear, her voice rich as she stumbled through the Spanish. The familiar scent of vanilla clung to her, soothing and grounding, the perfect remedy after the whirlwind of the past days.

You melted into her, letting the world around you fade. “I missed you so much,” you murmured, your voice barely a whisper as you buried your face in her shoulder. Jessie’s fingers traced gentle, soothing circles along your back.

“I missed you too, baby,” she replied, pulling back slightly to look at you, her eyes full of love. “Now, let’s get you home and get you some rest. You don't have to lift a finger now that you're World Champ.” She chuckled, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

The weight of everything – the matches, the nerves, the stresses – seemed to slip away in her arms. With Jessie, you knew you could simply be yourself, no expectations, no pressure ... it was just you and her. And right now, that was all you needed.

Jessie’s lips, warm and soft, met yours with a tenderness that made your heart stammer. Her lips had that unmistakable trace of vanilla of her lip balm, soothing and sweet, but now you could taste something else – a subtle hint of honey that felt like she’d just finished a cup of tea.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed against you, her hand grazing your jaw with a feather-light touch. Her lips moved slowly, unhurried, forgetting all about where you were and who could be watching. You breathed her in, letting the taste of her fill you, her presence dominating your senses.

Jessie pulled back just slightly, resting her forehead against yours, her soft breath mingling with yours. Her smile brushed against your cheek, and you could still taste her on your lips, a mix of sweetness that lingered. “I missed this... you, so much, more than you will ever know,” she whispered, her words floating between you.

Your hand slipped to her cheek, brushing your thumb across her skin as you held her gaze. “I missed you too. It was so hard, with Him and the others ... Realmente, realmente te extrañé” you murmured back, your voice barely above a breath, thick with feeling. You closed the space between you, tasting the soft, familiar warmth of her all over again.

You felt the curve of her smile as she kissed you once more, and this time it was deeper, laced with a hint of ... something. It was as if she were savouring you, drawing you in, memorising everything about you. You could feel her warmth pressing into you, the sweetness on her lips matching the honeyed tenderness in her gaze when she pulled back to look at you, her eyes glimmered with love and pride.

“Let’s go home."

[fleetingmomxnts]

I'm so sad. Diana Matheson is out with a torn left ACL. My Canadian babe :((