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settlement - alexia putellas

Summary: Your Mexico vacation with Alexia turns into a disaster, and it's all her fault - but Alexia is very good at apologies. wink wink.

Word count: 7k

Warnings: (+18) oral, fingering (all r receiving) and oh god somebody forgot to pack the strap !!

A/n: I've been sitting in front of my computer for like 11 hours writing this, so pls give her some loving.

A good girlfriend.

That's what you were. Excellent and exceptional were also adjectives that could be used to describe you and your wag duties (that you took very seriously).

It was Euros summer and you had packed a suitcase and moved into one of the Switzerland hotels to be at Alexia's side; to be there when she needed you, to support her during losses and victories.

You worked with sports law, so you spent most of your day on your computer inside the hotel room or in random cafés around the city, just dealing with bureaucratic work while Alexia was at training.

This time around, the federation didn't allow the players to stay in different hotels, and also didn't allow them to sleep outside of their designated rooms.

They had a schedule and a curfew that they had to follow, which Alexia asked if it was even legal. It was.

So the expectation of seeing Alexia every day was quickly reduced to only seeing her for two days a week, on her days off.

Whenever you two met, it was incredible.

Alexia, though, felt guilty. You could see the way her bottom lip stuck out just a little while she would wrap her arms around you.

"Perdón, mi amor," she would whisper to you, the first thing she always said.

But again, you were a good wag.

You were patient and understanding. The Euros weren't a summer trip for you, just as much as it wasn't for Alexia.

It was work, and work needed to be taken seriously, although you wished Alexia didn't take it so seriously.

You loved sex. Needed it even.

Your love language was physical touch. There was no better way to make you feel loved than having Alexia kissing you, or cuddling, it didn't even need to be sexual.

But Spain's team routine was completely ruining it.

Even on her day off, Alexia's body stayed hyper-vigilant about her responsibilities as a player and captain, and her mind refused to shut down.

Alexia loved to sleep, but she wasn't even able to do that when she was with you. She would spend the whole night lying awake, thinking about god knows what, because she wouldn't tell you.

Yes, you tried to pry it out of her. But she was determined to keep it all in, so it didn't work.

Physically tired and emotionally tired were a combo that screamed 'no sex'. And that's what happened night after night.

During the month of the Euros, if you and Alexia had sex more than once, you were already stretching it.

She was drained most of the time. One week, you both got your periods and were cranky as hell. The rest of the Euros were taken up by the semi-finals and finals, in which Alexia was a bundle of nerves.

The lack of sex was physically affecting you.

But you didn't tell that to Alexia, you knew it was affecting her just as much. She just didn't have any fault in her sex drive, not when she was playing in such a big competition.

You thought that, maybe, after the Euros came to an end, everything would go back to normal. That everything would be better, that Spain would win the final, and Alexia would be more relaxed, happy.

But that didn't happen.

You spent three whole days with Alexia wrapped in your arms in your hotel, trying to make her feel better, or... well, just being a shoulder she could cry on.

She had a fair share of big losses in a very short period of time, so this one stung even more. They had been so painfully close.

You spent the nights together, kissing her forehead and letting her sleep on top of you as long as she wanted.

Alexia wasn't the type of person to allow herself to be looked after, to be taken care of. So you were (bittersweetly) glad that she was letting you tuck her in at night, letting you brush her hair and whisper sweet things in her ear before falling asleep.

You ludicrously thought that when the wound of the loss felt less raw, you and Alexia would be back to the little routine you always had back in Barcelona.

But no.

On the fourth day after the loss, you had woken up to Alexia standing on the side of the bed.

You narrowed your eyes, thinking you were still asleep, dreaming because Alexia was never the first one up; she was sleepy. If she allowed herself to, she would always be the last one to open her eyes.

So what was she doing awake? And why did she look so perfect?

You looked to your side, to the alarm clock on the bedside table: 6:43 in the morning.

Alexia's hair was a mess, and her face had pillow marks on it. She was only wearing a big, oversized shirt, with nothing to cover up her legs; her thighs looked delicious. Absolutely luscious.

She was on the phone, talking in her professional voice that made you press your thighs together.

You stayed still (again, very patient, very considerate) on the bed, waiting for her to finish whatever conversation she was having.

When she was done, you were ready to tell her some of your very inappropriate thoughts. But then, she looked at you with such a sweet smile that you felt ashamed to be so horny at such an early hour.

"Bebé!" she said happily, crawling back in bed with you, stopping right in front of your body, on her knees, as she cupped your jaw.

You looked at her, a mix of confusion and the familiar happiness that came with someone you loved being happy, not mattering the motive.

"—we're going to México!" she continued, looking down at you, waiting for a reaction. Her smile grew bigger when you beamed back at her.

"What? Really? Why?" you mirrored her, and got on your knees on the mattress as well. "Wait...when? Are we stopping back at home first? God, I don't think I have enough clothes..." you began murmuring to yourself.

Alexia just looked at you, the same enamoured expression she always wore whenever her eyes landed on you.

"Sí," she said, kissing your lips gently. God, you missed her kisses. "We'll stop at home first, but don't worry about clothing. We can buy some when we get there."

You wanted to kiss her even harder.

You loved Alexia for who she was and what she represented for the people in her life.

But oh, whenever she used the 'I'm rich, don't worry about a thing' tone, it made you want to bite her (affectionately and sexually, too).

"But why are we going to Mexico?" you asked, finally pushing your obscene thoughts aside and making room for the rational ones. "Is it like a vacation? A getaway? I don't remember seeing any Mexico trips in our shared agenda?"

"More than eleven is opening another centre in Mexico City, remember?" she explained. "I'm going for the opening."

"Oh! yeah, of course I remember." You clapped your hands in excitement. "Yay! hat's amazing, Ale! I thought it wasn't happening until the end of august, though?"

"It was supposed to happen at the end of august —," she said with a little shrug. "But we got extra sponsorship, so everything moved faster than planned. I was just on the phone with Mirela, she told me everything is ready now."

You couldn't contain yourself.

You wrapped your arms around Alexia's body and brought her close, making you two stumble down on the mattress, Alexia on top of you.

You kissed her cheek. Then her nose. Her cheeks were next.

"How long will we stay there?" you asked.

God, you could already plan everything you and Alexia were going to do.

First, work, of course. Alexia had responsibilities she had to tend to, and you had a rather difficult case in your hands right now, but after that was over, you and Alexia could go to so many restaurants, visit new places, see beautiful scenery, and so much more.

"Hmm," Alexia murmured while you kissed your lips, bringing you back to the present. "I need to be there for two days, but we can add three more days?"

You nodded, feeling on cloud nine.

"Maybe, two days for the foundation, and the other three for you, mami, and some friends I want to visit?" she continued.

You froze, and Alexia noticed.

Mami and friends?

You tried to get your composure back.

Tried to make it like it didn't bother you. That you hadn't already created a whole plan about how you and Alexia (alone) were going to have the best time ever in Mexico.

"What's wrong, bebé?" Alexia asked, holding herself on her elbows so she could look at your face properly.

"Nothing," you lied. "Nothing, just thinking about the trip, how many flight hours and.... we need to book a hotel and maybe..."

Alexia kissed your forehead. "You think too much. The people in the foundation already got everything ready, sí? You don't worry."

"Okay, then," you said, but the pressure on your chest stayed the same, and it wasn't caused by Alexia's rib cage being pressed down on you.

"Get up," she said after a few moments in silence, leaving the bed and going straight to her suitcase.

"What?" you said. "No! The sun is barely out in the sky!"

Alexia looked at you, lifting her eyebrows and walking to the curtain, opening it and seeing the rays of sunshine filling the room.

"The sun is very much in the sky, preciosa."

"Pull the curtains closed again, Alexia," you said grumpily, pulling the blanket so it was over your face.

Ugh, so much sun so early couldn't be healthy (you knew it was, indeed, very healthy).

"No," she said, beginning to pick up clothes and other belongings from the floor. "Our flight back to Barcelona is this afternoon, we need to pack everything."

"Mhm," you grumbled, face still hidden under the blanket.

You noticed a shift on the bed. You poked one (just one) eye out to see what she was doing.

Alexia was staring at you, smiling. "If you get up now, we'll stop at that little café you liked and get some hot chocolate."

"You can't do that." You narrowed your eyes. "That's bribery."

"It's not," she said, lifting her chin and shaking her head.

"It is," you told her again. "I'm the one who went to law school here."

"Well—" Alexia leaned over and kissed your lips, making you absolutely melt. "You can talk all you want about... law and stuff while we are on our plane, sí? Now get up, I want to have a proper breakfast."

You got up from the bed, daydreaming about the café you were going to.

You were sure that was bribery. A bribe is giving a payment or gift to someone in order to influence their decisions or actions in their official duties.

Your duty, right now, was wag. And Alexia was being corruptive.

You were very easily influenced, so you didn't mind. You were going to hold her to that hot chocolate, though.

It was the second day of your Mexico trip, and everything was unfortunately going according to Alexia's work agenda.

She spent the two whole days at the foundation, talking to the staff there, getting to know the young girls, doing media work for the sponsors, as well as taking a bit of her time to talk to fans.

Alexia was exhausted already, but she didn't let it show when she was giving interviews or when she was having conversations with people at the foundation.

She meant it when she said More than Eleven wasn't just a job for her, it was a passion she had, one that she cared for a lot, one that was very important to her.

But even when you loved something dearly, you could still be tired.

During the first night, you, Alexia, her mom, and a few friends went out for dinner.

As soon as you and Alexia got to the hotel room, you had a plan of kissing her neck tenderly until she was at your mercy.

She wouldn't have to do anything, really, just lie there looking pretty while you made her relax, while you gave her orgasms. But as soon as her back hit the mattress, she fell asleep.

It happened so fast that your brain had a hard time comprehending it. You sighed and watched her, a sad smile on your face.

Poor girl was tired, and her mom was just in the room next door. Maybe she really wasn't in the mood for sex.

Maybe things would be different the next day?

Well, of course they weren't.

You spent the morning with Alexia at More than Eleven, then you spent the whole afternoon with her mom, exploring the city and having ice cream while Alexia had meetings.

You had been praying for a miracle since the moment you got to the hotel that evening. Praying that Alexia wasn't too tired, praying that she would want you.

In the end, she did want you.

She was the one who initiated things, who wrapped her arms around you as soon as you got to the hotel room.

She held your waist, bringing your bodies closer until your pelvises were touching.

"Guapa," she murmured in your ear, biting into your earlobe. "I've missed you, you know?"

"Missed you too," you said back, tilting your neck as she licked a path from your chest to the top of your neck, stopping right at your jugular. "A lot, Ale."

"Sí?" Alexia smirked. "Let me see if you really missed me, then."

You parted your legs as Alexia's hand went under your pants, touching your underwear before pulling it to the side, touching your cunt for what felt like the first time in god knows how long.

You moaned.

It didn't need much to make you grind against Alexia's fingers. Her hands were big, her fingers so long, you missed them touching you. Missed having her at your neck, complimenting you.

"So wet, preciosa," she said. "I haven't been treating you right. Poor bebé."

"Ale," you pouted, looking up at her, moving your hips.

You were ready to beg her, ready to get on your knees and ask her very obediently to please fuck you.

But the goddess of sex wasn't on your side.

Alexia's mom knocked on the door once before bursting into your room.

Alexia let out a high-pitched scream before taking her hands from between your thighs and landing 4 steps away from you. As if you were teenagers who were caught doing something they shouldn't be doing.

Alexia's cheeks were burning as she looked at her mom.

Eli looked at you two back, eyes narrowed.

You quickly turned around, trying desperately to fix your pants; your zipper was definitely down, and you might or might not have a love bite.

"Mami," Alexia said out of breath, putting her hands behind her back, before letting go and holding them again, clearly nervous. "Hi!"

Eli had the same flush on her cheeks as Alexia. You wanted to find a hole to stick your head in.

Getting caught while making out wasn't part of any of your sexy ideas for Mexico.

Maybe this whole trip was going to be a disaster.

"P-perdón, niñas," Eli said. She looked terrified, as if she had been to war and had come back. "I didn't mean to—"

"No, of course not, mami, it's—"

"The door was slightly open, so I thought—"

"We were just hugging—"

You gave Alexia a side eye.

"I shouldn't have gotten in without waiting for a response and—"

"Mami, it's okay and—"

"Eli!" you said happily, trying to gain your dignity back, trying to end this rather awful conversation between mother and daughter.

"I forgot to lock the door, don't worry about it." you took a step closer, hoping Alexia hadn't marked your neck too much. "Is there anything you need?"

You used the same voice you used in court.

One that left no room for someone to do something other than just answer your question. One that was confident enough, one that wasn't scared or well... mortified.

Eli held her towel and change of clothes a little higher, as if to make a point. "There's no hot water in my shower. Can I use yours, por favor?"

This time, Alexia was the one who replied.

"Sí, mami, claro que sí." [yes, mami, of course]

Then she pointed at the bathroom, and Eli walked in, closing the door behind her.

Alexia sat on the bed, hiding her face between her palms. "She saw me with my hands inside your pants."

You sat by her side, wrapping one arm around her shoulder.

"She saw me almost being fingered by her daughter," you said, in the same tone.

Alexia looked up at you, pouting. "You aren't helping."

"I didn't say I was trying to help you."

"You left the door open," she said grumpily.

"I barely had a chance to close it," you argued. "You were already all over me."

"That's not a good excuse," she murmured, but let herself be pulled into you.

"It's what happened, though," you kissed her temple. "Think of it this way: she must be more embarrassed than either of us."

"That's also not helping," she said against your shoulder.

"Not trying to help," you repeated again. "Let me guess... mood ruined?"

"Sí," Alexia said in a sad voice. "Perdón, I know you want it."

"No need to say sorry," you told her, hearing the shower turn on in the bathroom. "We can go out tonight, see some new places, bring your mom along, make up for it?"

"I think there's no making up for it," Alexia said hopelessly.

"I think you're being dramatic."

"No soy dramática."

"Tú eres."

"No."

"Muy, muy dramática," you said, kissing her cheek with each word.

Alexia was right.

Maybe there was no making up for it.

You had a very strong feeling that Eli only accepted your invite to go have dinner with you two because she suffered from the same disease as her daughter: the inability to say no to you.

Eli wasn't able to hold a proper conversation.

Alexia physically couldn't hold eye contact with her mom.

And you, well, you were trying to make it less awkward, but you still hadn't gained the ability to erase someone's memory or change the past.

So you welcomed the awkwardness with a warm hug.

While Eli and Alexia stammered while trying to talk about the weather, you already had your eyes fixed on what you were going to order.

It was expensive, but money was something you stopped caring about a long time ago.

Alexia kept her eyes on the table, suddenly mesmerised by the napkins.

Eli kept blushing every time Alexia shifted in her chair or you so much as cleared your throat, as if any sound you made might drag her straight back to the memory.

None of them seemed to realise that you were the one who had lost your decency over Alexia's evil (and skilful) hands and Eli's impatient eyes.

And yet, you were the one handling this situation with far more grace than any Putellas ever could.

You only had a few days left in Mexico, but you were pretty sure no memory would top the experience of getting caught by your mother-in-law. Which was, honestly, quite pathetic.

People had promised you your twenties would be magical years.

You realised you were lied to a lot.

"It can't get worse than this," you murmured in Alexia's ear as you two went to bed that same night, wearing way too much clothing, in your opinion. "So don't worry, tomorrow's gonna be a better day."

"You don't know that," Alexia murmured back, eyes already closed.

She smelled of strawberry shampoo, the one she pretended not to steal from you every two days.

"I know a lot of things," you said, starting to feel sleep take over. "Your mom's going back to Barcelona, so no more intruding in our room. Your agenda is completely empty, mine too."

"Still a lot could happen," she grumbled, voice filled with sleep.

"I didn't remember you were so pessimistic," you felt her bringing you closer, her arm wrapping around your ribcage as her hand, so softly, landed under your shirt, right on one of your breasts.

"Murphy's law," Alexia mumbled, squeezing your breast, as if it was going to give her comfort.

"Murphy's law?" you repeated frowning. "I don't remember any 'Murphy's law' in the legal code."

Alexia waved her free hand lazily. "No, preciosa, no lawyer's law. Physics law."

You were confused, but also too tired to speak.

"If something can go wrong--" Alexia murmured, explaining your unasked question. "--it will go wrong,

You looked down at her, where her head was lying on your shoulder. "You're such a delight to be around."

"Thanks, mi amor," Alexia said, clearly not understanding your sarcasm, but giving your breast another squeeze for emphasis. "You too, muy comfy."

"Nurse, I do not know her," you said, lying in your hospital bed, pointing an accusatory finger at Alexia.

Of course, you ended up in a hospital bed.

Murphy's law, or whatever new shit Alexia had invented in her mind, was actually real.

Of course you had twisted your ankle after Alexia had dragged you to one of her morning runs.

You had told her (five times) that you didn't want to go on a run, that you couldn't see why she needed to be physically active while on a vacation slash getaway slash work trip slash the-worst-five-days-of-your-life.

Alexia was looking at you, hurt, in the doorway of the hospital room. She was holding flowers. Red dahlias, the national flowers of Mexico.

Suddenly, you hated red dahlias. You hated flowers. You hated Mexico. And you hated Alexia.

The nurse looked at you before looking at Alexia suspiciously.

"Strangers can't get into patients' rooms, miss," the nurse told her, as if she were ready to fight Alexia with gauze and saline solution.

"No soy 'stranger,' " Alexia said, completely offended, sadness washing over her face. "Soy su novia!"

The nurse turned to you again. "Is that true, chica?"

You closed your eyes, lifting your chin and crossing your arms.

Your ankle was swollen and red. The doctor had come and told you you only needed to be in the hospital for a few hours.

That you wouldn't even need to wear a boot or use crutches, it was just a small rupture that would fix itself in 24 hours.

Still, it would be the worst twenty-four hours of your whole life.

"I'll ask you to wait outside, miss," the nurse said finally, after you didn't say anything back.

"But—" Alexia tried, but the 50-year-old nurse was stronger than a European footballer.

You watched her go happily.

Really, you weren't one for vengeance. But you had told her that you wanted to rest, you wanted to chill. Not go out on a run that turned into a hike on a path neither you nor Alexia knew.

You told her you shouldn't get onto the path.

That it was dangerous, none of you were wearing proper clothing, and you were wearing your good Nike shoes. You didn't want them to get dirty!

Alexia didn't listen to you. She went anyway, and you only followed.

After three hours walking, you had had enough.

You threw your water bottle to the ground while declaring you were leaving the path to go back to the hotel.

Alexia argued, saying she wanted to finish the hike.

You ignored her and made your own way down. But Alexia was insufferable; she tried to get to you, and when she held your forearm, you lost your balance and slipped on one of the rocks.

You were so incredibly sweaty that her grip got loose. You tumbled down.

There was dirt everywhere.

And your Nike shoes. Your beautiful, beloved, limited edition Nike shoes were ruined. No washing machine would bring them back to their original colour.

You cursed under your breath, as Alexia quickly ran to you, mumbling a mix of 'sorry' and 'are you okay?'.

You let go of her hand when she tried to put you on your feet, and that's when you felt your ankle.

You had no other choice but to let Alexia carry you to the closest hospital.

And now you were here, in what seemed to be the plot of a comedy movie; a plot that was only fun to those watching, not to those living it.

It had been thirty minutes since Alexia had tried to get into your room.

Thirty minutes since you pretended not to know her.

But now, you were feeling your eyes filling with tears, and you didn't want to cry in a foreign country alone.

You pressed the button under the hospital bed and asked the nurse to bring Alexia back, wishing that she would still be in the hospital, waiting for you.

But she was, of course, she was.

She showed up, flowers still in hand. She approached you slowly, as if she wasn't sure if you called her so you could curse her again or because you needed a hug.

You did both.

"Idiota," you mumbled, bottom lip out, as you stretched your arms. "Idiota, idiota, idiota."

Alexia put the flowers on the table on the other side of the room before sitting on the bed next to you.

She hugged you, letting your head rest on her shoulder, her hair tickling your nose. You hated it. You didn't want to laugh.

"Soy la mayor idiota del mundo", Alexia agreed with you. "Perdón, mi vida." [I'm the biggest idiot in the world]

"I don't forgive you," you said, feeling her familiar scent, feeling at home, even in the hospital room, even in a foreign country.

"Okay, you don't need to," she said, kissing your temple and cleaning your cheek of tears. "I've talked to your doctor. He said you can leave in three hours."

"I wanna leave now," you said, your tears still running down your face. "This hospital room is ugly, it's making me sadder than I am."

"Three hours, bebé," Alexia said, giving you a sad smile. "I'll buy paint to make this room pretty, just like you are."

You knew she would.

When Alexia brought you to the hotel room, you were already calm again, feeling like your normal self.

You had partially forgiven Alexia because she was a sweetheart and had stopped at a Burger King drive-through and got you everything you wanted to eat.

Alexia was acting like a puppy, a very guilty puppy.

She didn't let you walk on your own; her hand stayed perfectly on your waist, letting you put part of your weight into her.

It seemed like the additional weight was nothing to Alexia, she kept walking, her posture as straight as ever.

She drew a bath for you, undressing you carefully and helping you inside.

You didn't say much when she scrubbed your back or when she washed your hair.

She was already forgiven, but she didn't need to know that yet. You let her kiss the back of your neck, betting that her lips tasted like soap now.

You let her take your hand into her own, massaging each knuckle.

You let her wrap you in a fluffy towel and dry you until there were no drops of water on your body - the ones the towel missed, she made sure to lick up.

You were guided to your bed, naked now, the towel left in the bathroom. She claimed you wouldn't need it. And you smiled.

No words had left your mouth yet.

Alexia liked your voice. That was her punishment.

She laid you down on the unmade bed, lying on top of you with, again, too much clothing. She was smiling at you, but it wasn't one of her over-confident smirks.

It was the one she wore when she wanted to make things better. When she knew she had messed up.

She cupped your cheek, keeping your face in place as she kissed you.

It was sweet, so sweet you felt like melting into the sheets.

So tender you thought of making Mexico your home, because that kiss couldn't just become an old vacation memory.

She slipped her tongue into your mouth, hand firm on your jaw, but let you dictate the pace of the kiss. How wet you wanted it to be, how fast, how deep.

In the end, you didn't want to dictate anything. Didn't want to think. You let her do whatever she wanted with you.

She kissed your shoulder blade, then your clavicle, before stopping at your hardened nipples, each kiss came with a whispered 'perdón'.

She trailed down, doing the same thing with your abdomen. She stopped at your navel. And that's when she looked up at you.

"Puedo, mi amor?" she asked, her hazel eyes wide. [May I, love?]

You nodded.

She parted your legs, holding each of your thighs down to the mattress, as if scared you would move and take away her beautiful view.

Her gaze was fixated on your core, on how wet you were, how glistening you were just for her eyes. She kissed right on top of your clit, once, then twice.

She kissed the inside of your thigh, your birthmark that she loved so much.

She stuck her tongue out and licked you carefully and deliberately. Like she had done it so many times, which she had, but not in Mexico, though.

Not when you were mad, not when you weren't complimenting and guiding her through it, so you valued her courage.

Her tongue was warm and wet, it rubbed against your folds as if it knew you from past lives. It probably had.

Your spine arched, and your heart rammed.

You cried out when she latched onto your clit and didn't let go until you had drenched her whole face.

You whined, trying to move your thighs from her strong grip, but she kept you in place, mouth still on you.

Savouring what was hers, apologising to you properly.

You came three times. At least that's what you counted. At least it was what you remembered.

Alexia's tongue was good enough that it made you forget the whole hiking incident - maybe Alexia was the one who had developed a special power of erasing people's memories.

She had certainly erased yours.

You didn't remember where you were, the bed was too stiff on your back, and the pillow wasn't fluffy like yours.

You weren't in your shared room, and you weren't in Barcelona. The air here was different.

You opened your eyes, and she was looking at you, completely devoted. You thought she might create a new religion soon, alongside her physics laws.

"I was waiting a long time for that," was the first thing you said since getting home from the hospital.

Alexia chuckled and kissed your lips as if she couldn't help herself. You thought she really couldn't, not with the way her lips stayed on yours for longer than necessary, long enough for you to taste yourself on her tongue.

"Te amo," she said, kissing your forehead and letting herself lie by your side, bringing the blanket to cover both of you. "Te amo, te amo."

You said it back, very tenderly.

Your eyes were heavy, though, and you wanted to sleep.

"Don't ever talk to me about laws that aren't in the Spanish constitution ever again" you said. "No more made-up laws, too."

She kissed your temple. "Murphy's law is a real thing, I didn't invent it."

"You did," you whispered stubbornly.

"I didn't."

"Do you want to be right, or to have company for the rest of this trip, Alexia?"

She stayed quiet until you two fell asleep.

You woke up in a very good mood, maybe because Alexia had found her way between your thighs once again.

You smiled to yourself, your hands in Alexia's hair, grabbing it gently.

You were being vocal now, just like Alexia liked it, murmuring compliments, telling her how much you missed this.

How much you missed being intimate with her. How w much you missed her attention on you and only you.

Although when you said you missed something else, Alexia completely froze between your thighs.

"I missed your strap," you said after your orgasm, mind still dizzy, but sure of what you wanted.

She was still tasting you, but her body went rigid. You opened your eyes and looked down at your body.

She had taken her mouth off of you and was looking at you with the same eyes as yesterday. Guilty.

You were a lawyer, you knew in your soul when somebody was guilty.

You pulled your thighs together and sat on the bed, looking at Alexia up and down, trying to figure out what she was hiding.

Alexia mirrored you.

She sat on her ankles, but she was looking anywhere but at you.

You hoped Alexia never did anything illegal, or else, she wouldn't be able to defend herself even if it cost her life.

"Alexia," you said dangerously slowly, completely calm. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

She opened her mouth, then closed it. "No, mi amor," she said, nodding solemnly. "Let me finish--"

She tried to part your thighs, tried to distract you from the argument that was coming, but you slapped her hand away, and she looked at you with a pout on her face.

You didn't say anything when you made your way to the suitcases.

The suitcases Alexia had, very annoyingly, asked to pack herself, since you were the one who packed the suitcases for Switzerland.

You opened one and began rummaging.

"What are you doing?" Alexia asked from the bed.

"Looking for the strap," you said dryly. "Because I'm sure you've packed it because I had told you to do it three times when we were back in Barcelona, and all the time your answer was 'vale, vale, of course I've packed it.'"

You put the open suitcase aside and went to the other one, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. You did the same thing, looking for the god-forsaken strap.

Because no way in hell your life was so fucking miserable that your mother-in-law had caught her daughter fingering you, the same week you twisted your ankle, and your girlfriend forgot to pack the strap.

No fucking way that was your life now.

The strap was the most important item of this vacation (behind the passport), and oh, your Nike shoes, too.

"Perdón," she said quickly, guiltily.

You turned your head mechanically at her. "Alexia."

"I'm sorry, sí?" she began rambling, getting up from the bed and kneeling in front of you, taking your hands into her own.

You were so devastated that you let her.

The strap. Your so beloved strap. In Barcelona. All alone.

You wanted to cry. So you did.

Alexia stared at you, startled. Unmoving. She didn't know what to do, and neither did you.

You took your hands from her and placed them on your face, letting the tears fall.

She had one job. One fucking job.

"Mi amor," Alexia said, getting closer to you, unsure, scared that you might bite her. You might.

"Are you crying because I forgot the strap...?"

You snapped your palms down to your legs, looking at her angrily.

"O-of course I am!" you said, hating yourself for stammering. "I've waited for you to use the strap on me for months.

"And I get not taking it with you for the Euros," you continued, "but you didn't pack it for our vacation? Our vacation?"

"I forgot!" Alexia said exasperatedly. "Bebé, perdón! I forgot, I didn't mean to."

"You are a monster," you said, getting up from the floor and falling face-first on the bed.

The vacation had been a disaster so far.

You were sure getting strapped was going to make it all better. But now, this trip was a complete lost cause.

You heard her saying something like 'madre mía,' but it sounded muffled because of the pillows.

The bed shifted under her weight as she sat on the mattress.

Alexia placed a warm hand on your back at the bottom of your spine.

You wanted to slap it away, too, but you wouldn't have the strength to turn your arm quickly enough at that angle, and you wanted it to sting.

"Do you want me to go buy one?" Alexia asked after a few seconds of silence, with only small sobs filling the room.

"And have people seeing Alexia Putellas going to a sex shop to buy a strap?" you said angrily. "No! Of course not!"

"I could wear a cap and sunglasses," she tried again. "Put my hair up? Sí? Use another nation's jersey and—"

"I don't want any other," you interrupted her. "I want our strap."

Alexia was silent, but the hand on your back didn't falter. She leaned and kissed your head. "Perdón, I'll make it better, sí?"

"How?" you asked, bitter, but didn't fight her when she took your shirt off, or when she took your pants and let them fall to the floor.

"Are you going to Barcelona to get the strap and come back?"

"Ay, qué enfadadita, bebé", Alexia said as she turned you over, so you were lying on your back, eyes narrowed, angry. [so angry, baby]

"I'll make it better," she said, kissing your cheek. "With my fingers."

"You like my fingers, don't you?" she said while parting your legs, letting one of her fingertips run up and down your folds, getting you wet.

"No," you said, but let her spread your legs even more.

"Don't lie, preciosa," she said, leaning over and kissing your lips, as her thumb found its way to your clit.

You moaned in her mouth.

You wanted to stay angry, but she was so good. Especially when her index finger made its home in your cunt. You moved your hips, wanting more.

"Your fingers aren't like the strap, though," you said, trying to be stubborn, to give her a hard time, trying to show her who was in control.

But it was her. It was always her.

You rolled your eyes when she added another finger, thrusting them inside your wet hole before adding the third.

You were so full.

Alexia's fingers were so long, they filled you perfectly. They hit every erogenous spot inside your body. You were blessed to have hands like hers. Truly blessed.

"They are better," Alexia said with a smirk. "Much better than any strap, bebé."

She picked up her pace, and you rolled your eyes again. Fuck Alexia. Fuck Alexia and her blessed, skilful, long fingers.

"Because with them—" she curled her fingers, just the way you liked it, just the way you needed. "I can feel how wet you are, I can feel how you pulse around me. How much you need me."

You were a mess of words, a mess of thoughts.

Alexia kissed your neck, took a bite of every skin she could put her mouth on.

Her fingers, so deeply inside of you, brought you into an orgasm, one that you weren't going to admit, but was one of the best you've ever had.

She didn't let you get your breath back.

She kissed your mouth so deeply that you thought you had morphed into her.

Her fingers moved inside of you, slowly now, but more determined.

You came again, cursing Alexia, praising her, telling her how much you loved her. She smiled against your lips, and (against your will) took her fingers out.

"Open it," she said.

"No," you told her, mouth already open, tongue out, eager.

She placed her three soaked fingers inside, watching you sucking them clean, feeling you wrapping your tongue around them, tasting yourself, getting her clean.

She watched you with an expression that could be read as pride. Or something else entirely.

She took her fingers out, ignoring the way you whined. She was lying on top of you now, her thigh pressed to your core.

She knew what she was doing.

Mastermind of a woman.

"Can we agree that this whole trip wasn't how we planned?" she said, her voice soft, gentle, even.

You nodded.

"That I acted like an idiot more times than I can count?" Her thumb brushed your cheek, and you leaned into her touch.

You nodded once again.

"That I made you cry more times here in a week in Mexico than in three years in Barcelona?"

That made you chuckle.

"I make mistakes," Alexia said, kissing your forehead. "But I also try to make it better, sí?"

"Sí," you whispered eagerly.

"The vacation is not ruined, vale?" she said, looking at you with so much love. "I'll make the most of it, and you'll be happy. Te prometo."

"I'm already happy, bebé." You kissed her this time, hand on her neck. "

"Sí?" Alexia smiled, the overconfident smirk returned to her face. "So…forgiven?"

"Hmm," you pretended to think about it. "I don't know. The strap situation is pretty serious."

"What can I do to earn your forgiveness?" she asked, kissing your jaw.

"Well," you said, trying to keep a straight face. "I want room service. The most expensive thing on the menu. And you're paying."

"I'm pretty sure that's extortion," she said, lifting her eyebrows. "Plus, I'm always paying."

"As the only lawyer in this room," you said. "I call it a settlement."

A/n: heheheh i hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it

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wosofutbolfan · 6 days ago

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I love this so much ❤️

Part 6

You go to your cousins wedding in Spain, and you catch the eye of the Alexia Putellas, she unintentionally becomes your plus one

Wordcount: 7k

The hotel reception was buzzing with low laughter and the rustling of playing cards as a group of Alexia’s teammates lounged across the lobby’s mismatched sofas and chairs. A few empty espresso cups were scattered across the coffee table, along with a growing pot of coins and notes everyone had tossed something in.

“What time is it?” Mapi asked, dramatically checking the oversized clock on the wall.

“22:55,” Ona replied, grinning. “Five minutes.”

“She’s gonna cut it close,” Irene said, narrowing her eyes at the entrance.

“No way she misses curfew,” Jana added, laying down her card. “Alexia Putellas? Miss curfew? That girl was born on schedule.”

“I’m just saying,” Vicky chimed in, smirking, “you lot didn’t see her when she left earlier. Hood up. Hoodie strings tight. Eyes shining. Muy sospechoso.” She wagged her eyebrows, clearly amused.

Just then, right as the red digital numbers on the wall clock flipped to 22:59, the hotel’s automatic doors swooshed open and in walked Alexia. Tracksuit on, hoodie still up, hair slightly tousled. She looked soft and tired, but satisfied in a way that didn’t go unnoticed.

Everyone erupted.

“She made it!” “On the dot!” “I owe you five euros!” “Cutting it close, Capitana!”

Mapi leaned back in her chair and folded her arms with a smug smile. “Nice evening, Capi?”

Alexia gave her a withering look, then dropped into the nearest armchair like she’d run a marathon. “Very nice,” she replied, letting her head fall back.

“You look tired,” Patri added innocently, though the smirk on her lips betrayed her. “Been busy, have we?”

Alexia cracked a lopsided smile, her cheeks pink. She closed her eyes and exhaled. “You're annoying.”

“But i'm right,” Patri grinned, nudging a card toward her. “You want in on the next hand?”

Alexia shook her head, the ghost of a smile still on her lips. “Not tonight.”

“Saving your hands for someone else?” Patri whispered under their breath, "Nice love bite" Patri smirked when Alexia's hand flew to her neck, "There isn't one, but good to know you were clearly up to something that it was a possibility"

Alexis didn’t answer but the little smile didn’t leave her face.

☀️

Alexia dropped her duffel bag at the end of her hotel bed with a tired sigh, toeing off her sneakers and tossing her hoodie onto the chair in the corner. The lights in the room were dim, the soft hum of the city barely reaching her ears as she crawled beneath the covers. Her body ached pleasantly, her mind still replaying the last few hours she’d spent with you, your laughter, your kisses, the feel of your hands.

She lay back against the pillows, grabbing her phone from the bedside table, with her thumb, she tapped open FaceTime and hovered for a second over your name before pressing the button. The tone rang once, twice and then you answered.

Your face appeared on screen, already tucked up in bed, hair slightly messy, eyes soft with sleepiness. You were hugging a pillow close, your voice low and warm. "Hey, you," you said, smiling.

Alexia's entire face lit up, her tiredness melting into something gentler, more content. She shifted onto her side, phone propped up against the pillow. "Hola, Muppet," she said with a little grin, voice husky from the long day. "You look cozy."

"I am cozy," you replied, glancing down at your duvet. "You look like you’re ready to pass out."

Alexia nodded, stretching a little under the sheets. "Mmm... I am, but I wanted to see you. Just for a little."

You beamed at her, eyes crinkling with affection. “You just saw me.”

She shrugged, fighting off a yawn. “Still miss you.”

There was a comfortable pause, both of you just smiling at each other through the screen. She reached out off-camera, probably adjusting her phone into a steadier position.

“I like this,” Alexia said softly. “Even like this. FaceTime in bed. Is nice.”

“It is,” you agreed. “Next time, hopefully it’s the same bed.”

Alexia's smirk grew a little. “Sí… much better plan.”

Another silence, this one softer, more intimate, filled with the unspoken things between you both. Then, just as your eyes were starting to droop again, Alexia whispered, “Sleep well, okay?”

“You too.”

“Dream of me.”

“I always do.”

Alexia laughed quietly, her cheeks warming. “Buenas noches, cariño.”

“Good night.” You stayed on the call a few more seconds before hanging up, and on both ends, sleep came just a little easier.

☀️

You were walking briskly down the street, coat pulled tight against the breeze, your boots clicking rhythmically on the pavement as you headed toward the meeting point. Your phone buzzed in your hand, screen lighting up with an incoming FaceTime from Alexia. You smiled immediately and answered, lifting it to eye level only, it wasn’t her face you saw. It was you, from the side.

You blinked, confused for a second, then instinctively turned your head and nearly laughed out loud.

There it was, the big, unmistakable Barca team bus stuck in the typical London traffic. You had walked right past it without even noticing, completely absorbed in your thoughts. Your gaze jumped from the massive crest on the side of the bus back to your phone, where Alexia’s face finally appeared, grinning like she’d won the lottery.

"Hola, distraída," she teased, clearly enjoying herself.

You let out a breathy laugh, half embarrassed, half charmed. "I cannot believe I just walked past your actual team bus and didn’t even clock it."

Alexia tilted her head, still smiling. "Where are you going?"

You looked around briefly before unfastening your coat just enough to tug one side open and reveal the Barcelona badge stitched proudly onto the navy top training top you wore underneath Alexia had left behind.

Her grin grew wider. "You wear it today?" she asked, eyebrows lifting slightly.

"Of course," you said, pulling the coat closed again against the chill. “I’m meeting Ben and Tom. They got tickets, last minute. My other brother couldn’t go, so they asked me to come.”

Alexia nodded, visibly pleased. “Ah, your cousin’s husband and your hermano. Good.” Her eyes flicked off-screen for a second before returning to yours. “You sit where?”

“No idea yet,” you laughed. “But I’ll be cheering. Loudly.”

“I’ll listen,” she said, softly now. “You lucky I saw you. I’d be mad if you didn’t tell me you come.”

“You’re like a hawk, you would of probably found me in the stadium anyway”

She grinned again, a little smug. “Maybe I just always know when you’re near.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Okay, poet.”

Alexia laughed, and someone called her name off-camera, “I go,” she said, “But see you after?”

You nodded. “If you can find me.”

Alexia smirked. “I always do.” Then the screen went dark, and you were left on the pavement, heart just a little lighter, and a spring in your step as you continued down the road.

☀️

The team bus had barely started rolling again when the teasing began.

From a few seats back, one of the girls piped up, loud enough for everyone to hear, “Ay, Capitana… was that your girlfriend on the street just now?”

Laughter rippled through the group, and Alexia, still clutching her phone in her lap, tried not to roll her eyes too hard.

“She didn’t even see the bus,” Jana grinned, nudging Pina, who immediately jumped in.

“You’ve only seen her twice, right?” Pina asked, smirking, like she was ready to deliver some playful judgment.

Alexia looked up from her screen, unfazed, calm. “Four times.”

That shut them up for exactly two seconds. “Four?!” Patri, Pina, and Jana all exclaimed at once, heads snapping toward her in unison like a coordinated defensive press. Patri’s jaw dropped. “When?!”

Alexia tried not to smile at how dramatically they were reacting, but her dimples betrayed her. She leaned back in her seat casually as they all descended on the free seats around her.

“She came to my cousin’s wedding. I invited her,” she said simply, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal though the small smile tugging at her lips suggested otherwise. “And I saw her last night.”

“Last night?” Jana echoed, practically bouncing forward in her seat.

Alexia nodded once, that sent the girls into chaotic laughter again, cackling and whooping like they were in high school and their friend had just confessed to sneaking in a forbidden kiss behind the gym.

“You’re in deep,” Patri grinned, pointing at her.

Alexia just rolled her eyes fondly and looked out the window, hiding her grin. “Maybe.”

Patri eyed her, "You've slept with her haven't you"

Alexia gave Patri a look that told her she over stepped but the same little smile tugging at her lips told them all they needed to know, "Watch yourself Patri"

☀️

The stadium was buzzing, the energy infectious as fans sang and chanted around you, waving flags and scarves. You pulled your coat a little tighter, though not from the cold mostly nerves. You were sandwiched between your cousin Carmen’s husband, Ben, and your brother Tom, both chatting away about line-ups and pre-match predictions as if it were just another Saturday fixture. But for you, it wasn’t just another game. You weren’t just any fan today.

Your eyes naturally sought out number 11. The familiar flash of her blonde ponytail bobbing as she warmed up. You couldn’t help the way your smile crept in, soft and secretive.

Ben nudged you. “I still can’t believe this. The Alexia Putellas, huh?”

“Keep your voice down,” you laughed, elbowing him, very aware of the few fans of yours a few rows back you'd already taken pictures with.

Tom leaned in with a grin. “You know, I’ve watched her play for years… but I’ve never looked at her thinking she might fancy my sister.”

You rolled your eyes. “She doesn’t fancy me. We’re… hanging out.”

“Oh sure,” Ben snorted. “That’s why she sent you a forest of flowers and FaceTimed you from the bus.”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from grinning like an idiot, turning your attention back to the pitch. The players were forming a final huddle before kickoff. You caught Alexia looking toward the crowd maybe even toward your section. It could’ve been nothing but it didn’t feel like nothing.

“She looks focused,” you noted, scanning the team.

“She always is,” Ben replied automatically, his voice lower, quieter, Ben leaned back in his seat. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think it’s kinda cool. Just don’t let her break your heart, Carmen won't appreciate being caught in the middle… She’s really good at football.”

You huffed a quiet laugh. “Yeah… I’ve noticed.”

You sat forward slightly as the game began, elbows resting on your knees, eyes tracking every touch Alexia took. She was commanding sharp turns, precise passes, a quiet intensity as she dictated the flow of the midfield. You’d seen her play on TV tuning in to some games since you met her, but watching her live it was different. It was magnetic.

Tom nudged you. “She really is class.”

You nodded, lips curling. “Yeah. She is.”

Ben leaned over, half-joking, “Imagine if she scores and does a little heart at the stands. I’ll lose it.”

You swatted his arm, laughing. “She’s not going to—” But then Alexia picked up the ball, drove forward, and released a clean strike just outside the box the net rippled.

The stadium erupted.

Tom was on his feet, cheering. Ben was whistling loudly beside him and you just stared, stunned into a grin. You clapped along with the crowd, cheeks flushed, heart racing with something that had very little to do with football.

Later, during halftime, Tom handed you a bottle of water, raising an eyebrow. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, taking it, voice light. “Just… oddly turned on.” you heard the small 'Ew' from Tom as Ben smirked

“You’ve got it bad.” he laughed, "Carmen will love it"

You didn’t even deny it.

You leaned back into your seat, fingers fidgeting with the zipper of your coat, glancing out at the pitch. Alexia was no where in site just the bench emptying to warm up.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

You glanced down at the screen:

Alexia 🤎 Did you see my goal, Muppet? 😉

You smiled, typing back quickly:

You Hard to miss. Might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. 🫶

A moment later, her reply:

Alexia 🤎 Only the second coolest. First was you showing up in that Barca top.

You locked your phone, heart thudding, cheeks warm. You looked up at the scoreboard and then across the sea of fans, and couldn’t help but think you weren’t just watching someone extraordinary today.

You were falling for her far more quickly than you would ever be comfortable with.

☀️

The stadium was still buzzing with the echo of cheers and chants as you made your way toward the exit, your coat zipped up halfway, scarf knotted loosely at your neck. You were threading through clusters of fans when a man in a Barcelona tracksuit approached you mid-40s maybe, clipboard under his arm.

“Perdón,” he said, catching your attention. Then, in accented but understandable English, “You… you come with me? Alexia… wants you.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh. Um, okay.”

Tom and Ben both looked at you in surprise, and Tom chuckled under his breath. “Of course she does.”

You followed the man through a gate marked Authorized Personnel Only, past a few nodding staff, your nerves building with every step. You could smell the turf and the sweat of the changing rooms before you saw her.

Then there she was, stepping out from the corridor in her navy tracksuit, her damp hair swept back, face makeup-free and flushed. She looked tired, but when she saw you, her whole face softened into something warm and unmistakable.

“Muppet,” she murmured, holding her arms open.

You stepped into them without hesitation, wrapping your arms around her waist. Her chin rested briefly on your shoulder, and you could feel the quiet exhale of relief in her body. “You were amazing,” you said quietly, pulling back just enough to look at her.

She gave a tired smile. “You saw?”

You nodded. “Every minute.”

“Was not best game,” she admitted, “but I am happy I scored.”

“You looked good. Always do.”

She smirked a little, her fingers brushing over your lower back. “You, wait for me?”

“I can’t,” you said gently, glancing behind you. “I’ve got Tom and Ben with me.”

Alexia’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Tom?” she echoed.

You stepped aside and beckoned your brother over. “Yeah. Tom. My little brother. He was at the wedding, remember? You met him briefly.”

Tom grinned, a bit bashfully, as he approached. “Hola,” he said, sticking his hand out. "Good to meet you"

Alexia shook it, clearly a little shy herself now. “Hola. You are… the small brother?”

Tom rolled his eyes but laughed. “I’m taller than her.”

“Still small,” Alexia teased, with a smirk.

You nudged her playfully. “He’s the one who cheered the loudest when you scored.”

Tom nodded. “I did, actually. That was class.”

Alexia smiled softly, grateful, clearly touched in that quiet, modest way she always was.

A staff member came by and gave her a signal. She looked apologetically at you. “I have to go back in.”

You nodded, squeezing her hand quickly. “I'm sure we'll talk later”

She leaned forward and gave you a brief kiss to your cheek. “Gracias por venir,” she whispered.

You couldn’t stop smiling even as she disappeared back through the doors. Tom looked at you with a crooked grin. “She’s really into you, huh?”

Your heart fluttered, and all you could do was nod. “She really is.”

☀️

The night air in London was crisp as you walked back through the quiet streets, your hands tucked into your coat pockets, scarf snug around your neck. Ben and Tom had already peeled off in a different direction, and now it was just you and your phone lighting up with each message from Alexia.

Alexia 🤎 Estoy so tired... but happy. You make me happy.

You smiled at the screen, heart swelling.

You You made me proud tonight. You were brilliant.

There was a short pause before another bubble appeared.

Alexia 🤎 I have two days off. I think... I want to stay in London. With you. Can I?

You stopped at a crossing, a tiny laugh escaping you. You hadn’t expected that, but the idea of her staying with you felt like the best thing in the world.

You Yes, come to mine. I’ll send you the door code. I’ll leave the flat door unlocked, just lock it when you get there in case I’ve fallen asleep. You said it’ll be late, right?

Another pause. You imagined her thumb hovering over her screen as she read and reread the message.

Alexia 🤎 Very late. Maybe past 1? I take taxi from hotel after I pack and eat.

You That’s okay. I’ll probably be passed out, but make yourself at home. You don’t need to knock or anything. Just come in, capi.

A few seconds passed.

Alexia 🤎 Ok. I like this plan. Sweet dreams, Muppet.

You looked up from your phone, still smiling as you turned onto your street. The buzz in your chest from seeing her after the game hadn’t faded, and now knowing she’d be climbing into bed with you in just a few hours made your steps feel lighter.

You typed one last message before slipping your phone into your coat.

You Hurry home to me.

☀️

The apartment was completely still when Alexia stepped inside, careful to close the door quietly behind her before locking it. She set her bag down softly by the entryway, kicking off her shoes and padding through the dimly lit space. It was well past 1 a.m., and the city had gone quiet by Londons standards.

She found your bedroom easily, just as you said she would door cracked, a soft hum of your white noise machine filling the air. You were asleep, sprawled across the bed, duvet kicked low, one leg tangled in the sheets. Your head was turned to the side, cheek resting against the pillow, lips softly parted in sleep. The sight of you made her heart ache in the warmest way.

Alexia stood there for a second, taking it in the soft rise and fall of your back, the curve of your bare shoulder, the gentle crease of the sheets around your waist. You’d fallen asleep completely naked, that made her smirk.

“Muppet…” she whispered under her breath with a quiet laugh as she stripped to her underwear.

Trying not to wake you, she peeled back the edge of the duvet slowly, inching herself in beside you. The mattress dipped slightly with her weight, and she held her breath when you shifted, letting out a tiny sigh but not waking.

As she lay down beside you, she reached out and gently ran her fingers along your spine, the skin warm beneath her touch. You shivered in your sleep, a faint murmur escaping your lips, but you didn’t stir much more than that. Alexia exhaled a soft breath as she slid in close, careful not to wake you, but unable to resist curling herself beside you her arm draping over your lower back, fingers brushing lightly against your hip.

She let her forehead rest against your shoulder and whispered into your skin, “Estoy aquí…”

Then she kissed your shoulder gently, just once, before settling in, you didn’t wake, but your body instinctively shifted, nestling closer into hers.

It was sometime in the early hours when you stirred, eyes blinking slowly as you adjusted to the soft glow coming through the curtains. At first, you weren’t sure what had woken you there was no sound, no movement. Just a stillness that felt not quite empty.

As your eyes adjusted, you turned slightly on your side and saw Alexia was lying on her back, head tilted toward the ceiling, her profile dimly lit by the streetlight leaking through the blinds. Her expression was thoughtful, quiet.

You blinked a few more times, reaching out gently to brush your fingertips along her stomach under the duvet.

“Alexia?” you whispered, your voice raspy with sleep.

Her head turned immediately toward you, and the faintest smile touched her lips. “Hey,” she whispered back. “Sorry. Did I wake you?”

You shook your head, propping yourself up slightly on your elbow. “No. You okay?”

She hesitated for a second, then gave a small shrug. “Just... can’t sleep. Happens a lot after games.”

You frowned a little, letting your fingers trace lazy circles on her skin. “Adrenaline?”

“Sí. Mind’s too... awake,” she murmured. “Body is tired, but my brain doesn’t stop.”

You watched her for a moment, the calm stillness of her face, the way her eyes looked unfocused, like she was playing back moments in her head. “Do you always stay up this late after games?” you asked gently.

She gave a quiet exhale through her nose. “Sometimes I don’t sleep at all. I try. I’ve tried everything. Music. Podcasts. Nothing works every time.”

You leaned forward, brushing your lips against her bare shoulder. “You should’ve woke me.”

She turned her head toward you again, her hand sliding over to rest against your thigh. “You looked peaceful.”

You smiled softly. “I’d rather be awake with you than sleep through you feeling alone.”

Her eyes softened, a real smile beginning to form there. “You’re good at this,” she whispered.

“At what?”

She paused, brushing a hand along your arm. “Caring.”

You gave a small shrug and leaned down, your lips brushing hers once tender and unhurried. “You make it easy.”

Alexia pulled you closer then, shifting so you could rest half over her, your cheek against her collarbone. You lay like that for a while, her fingers moving slowly along your back, your breathing syncing.

You thought maybe Alexia had finally started to doze off her fingertips stilling where they’d been brushing over your back, her chest lifting just a little slower under you.

Then you heard her voice soft and barely above a whisper. “I break all my rules for you.”

You blinked, head still resting on her, your cheek against the warm curve of her collarbone. You weren’t sure you’d heard her right, you lifted your head slightly, looking at her. “What?”

Alexia’s eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. She didn’t look at you at first. She was gathering the words, the weight of them sitting behind her tongue. “I have… rules,” she said slowly, accent thicker, like the words were harder now. “When I meet people. For dating.”

You stayed quiet, watching her.

“I don’t… let people in fast. I don’t invite. I don’t stay over,” she said, glancing at you briefly before her eyes drifted away again. “Not because I don’t want. Because I protect… myself.”

Your hand moved to her stomach, fingers brushing the soft skin as if to ground her.

“But with you…” she breathed out, finally turning her face to you. “Everything go fast. I don’t want slow. I want all of it.”

You felt your heart tug at that. The vulnerability in her voice wasn’t something she gave lightly, you could feel how much it cost her to admit it. “Does it scare you?” you asked gently.

Alexia gave a small laugh, but there was no humour in it, “Muchísimo,” she whispered. “You… scare me. Because I feel too much.”

Your lips pressed into a small smile. “That’s funny.”

“Why?”

“Because you make me feel safe.”

That made her eyes flicker. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, the emotion threatening to rise up. “I want to be good for you,” she whispered. “I don’t want just fun. Or... only the sex. I want real. But I… don’t always have words.”

You kissed her gently, slow and warm. “You don’t need perfect words, I understand you perfectly”

Her hand moved to your face, cradling your jaw as she exhaled, “Please don’t… disappear,” she said.

You pressed your forehead to hers. “I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, there was just silence again, then Alexia breathed, barely audible “I hope… this is start of something.”

You nodded slowly, heart thudding softly in your chest. “It is.”

Alexia was quiet for a moment after your promise, your foreheads still touching, breath mingling in the space between. You could feel her hand move gently up and down your back again familiar now, comforting, like she didn’t even think about doing it anymore. Then, still in that soft, honest voice, she murmured, “My family… they were surprised.”

You pulled back slightly, enough to meet her eyes. “About what?”

“That you were there,” she said simply. “At the wedding.”

You smiled faintly. “Why? You said they knew about me.”

“They knew… I was interested with someone,” she clarified, her expression a little shy now. “But they didn’t think I bring someone. I never… never bring girls to family things.”

You let that sink in. “So I’m the exception?” you teased, voice light even as your heart tugged.

She nodded seriously, not joking. “Yes. Very big exception.”

You brushed her hair behind her ear, your fingers lingering there, tucking the loose strands away.

“They say nothing at wedding,” she continued. “But later… my mami and Alba, they say ‘You must like her very much.’”

You tilted your head at her, a curious smile forming. “And what did you say?”

Alexia shrugged like it was obvious. “I said yes. I do. Mucho.”

Your heart swelled at that, there was something about how straightforward she was when she let herself be, no games, no pretence.

She looked at you again, brow furrowing slightly. “You… were so calm. So… you and you smiled at them. Tried to speak Spanish. You were not scared.”

“I was absolutely scared,” you laughed quietly. “I was trying not to sweat through my dress.”

Alexia laughed, properly now, her nose scrunching just a little. “You hide it good.”

You took a breath, resting your cheek against her shoulder again, the warmth of her body grounding you. “I like being around you. I liked being your date.”

She ran her fingers slowly up your arm, thoughtful. “It felt… right. You being next to me.” There was a pause before she added softly, “I want more of that.”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Me too.”

She kissed the top of your head, lingering there a moment. Then, with the gentlest grin in her voice, she murmured, “Next time, you sit closer to Alba. She told me she like you.”

You lifted your head just enough to smirk. “Are you trying to set me up with your sister now?”

Alexia gave a mock-serious look. “No. I keep you for me.” Then, quieter, “Just me.”

“Just you,” you echoed, smiling as you leaned in to kiss her again.

Alexia shifted onto her stomach sometime after your last kiss, her cheek pressed lazily into the pillow, the blanket had slipped slightly down her back, revealing the elegant curve of her spine and the tattoos that dotted her skin. You lay on your side beside her, propped on an elbow for a while, just watching the rise and fall of her back with each slow, steady breath.

Her eyes were closed now, not quite asleep, but closer than she’d been all night.

Your fingertips traced gently up and down her bare back slow, barely there strokes, from her waist to her shoulder blades and back again, maybe stopping to draw the outline of some of her tattoos. Her skin was warm under your touch, smooth and soft, and the motion was more instinct than intention. You weren’t trying to help her sleep, not at first. You just wanted to keep touching her, but you noticed the way her breathing changed it was slower and deeper.

Every now and then she’d let out a tiny sigh, like her body was finally loosening its grip on the game, the travel, the pressure that never quite seemed to leave her shoulders.

“Mmm,” she murmured softly, the smallest smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “That feels… very nice.”

Your fingers paused briefly, smiling to yourself, before continuing the motion, this time using your whole palm to smooth gently over her back. “I can do this all night,” you whispered, leaning forward to press a light kiss between her shoulder blades. “If it helps.”

Alexia hummed again, sleepier now. “You have magic hands.”

You laughed under your breath. “I’ll take that.”

There was a long stretch of silence where the only sound was her breathing and the occasional rustle of the blanket when she shifted slightly beneath your touch. You watched her shoulders relax further, the way her eyelashes rested against her cheek now, a little heavier. “I think I sleep now,” she mumbled, barely audible, words slow and slurred by tiredness.

“I think that’s an idea,” you whispered, fingers still gliding in lazy, soothing motions.

She didn’t respond with words this time just a contented sigh, her lips parted in sleep as her body finally surrendered to the comfort of your bed and your touch.

You lay back down beside her, your hand still resting lightly on her back, and smiled into the dark.

☀️

The morning light woke you, a quiet stretch and the comforting heaviness of the duvet cocooning your legs. Beside you, Alexia was still asleep flat on her stomach, cheek squished adorably into the pillow, strands of her hair strewn across her face and shoulders. Her breathing was deep and even, completely at peace. You smiled.

Not wanting to wake her, you eased yourself carefully out of bed, tiptoeing across the room as quietly as possible. You slipped into a silky pair of pyjamas soft and barely-there, the kind of set you never expected anyone to actually see you in. But something about the contrast of cool silk on warm skin, and knowing Alexia was just a room away, made you feel soft and feminine in a way you didn’t mind indulging.

You padded out into the quiet of your apartment, the hardwood cool beneath your feet. The kitchen felt even more peaceful in the early light, the city still half asleep outside the window. You moved on autopilot, flicking on the kettle and leaning against the counter as you waited, arms folded, watching the steam begin to curl from the spout.

A moment later, you poured your water onto the waiting tea bag and wrapped your hands around the mug, relishing the heat. The silence was still thick around you calm, domestic, strange, how natural it all felt.

You glanced over your shoulder, half expecting to see her there, sleepy and rumpled, but the bed had claimed her for a little longer, and you didn’t mind. She’d had a long day, a long night, she deserved the rest and you were obviously going to oblige.

You smiled into your cup and took a slow sip, thinking of her still tangled in your sheets, and how she’d look when she finally wandered into the kitchen, eyes squinting, hair a mess, and asking for a sip of your tea no doubt with a kiss after saying she wanted to try it sometime.

You were leaned forward slightly over your kitchen island, one hand wrapped around your coffee mug, the other lazily tapping answers into your phone screen. The familiar green owl blinked encouragingly from your Duolingo app as you repeated a phrase aloud, lips forming slow, deliberate Spanish: “Dónde está la estación de tren?” You winced. Still sounded awkward, but you were getting there.

You were so focused on trying to nail the pronunciation that you didn’t hear her footsteps at first, but you felt her.

Alexia’s hands slid up the backs of your thighs with practiced ease, warm palms trailing your skin as they disappeared under the hem of your silky pyjama shorts. She pressed her front to your back, her body still heavy with sleep and deliciously warm. She wrapped her arms around your waist and nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, murmuring into your skin in that slow, gravelly morning voice of hers. "I like this," she said softly, her fingers curling into the waistband of your shorts, thumbs brushing lightly over your hipbones. "Very... good look."

You smiled, pressing your hips back against her slightly, sighing at the feel of her kisses on your bare shoulder. She kissed up toward your jaw, lips trailing a lazy path like she had all the time in the world. You tilted your head instinctively, letting her have more skin, arching into her touch, enjoying the low hum building in your belly.

Then she froze. You felt her pull back just a fraction. “Wait…” she said, lifting her head to look over your shoulder, frowning in disbelief at your phone. “You do… Duolingo?”

You bit back a laugh, still holding your phone up, caught red-handed. “I was trying to be productive while you slept.”

Alexia let out a breath of amused disbelief and leaned forward again, her mouth against your neck as she muttered, “Muppet…” and nipped your skin gently.

You grinned, putting the phone down with a dramatic sigh. “Okay, okay. I guess learning Spanish could wait.”

“Good,” she said smugly, both hands slipping lower again as she resumed exactly where she left off. “I teach you... another time." Alexia’s lips were still pressed to your neck, hands lazily splayed across your stomach as you leaned into her. You felt her smile against your skin as she murmured, “Come, to bed with me.”

You smirked, pretending to consider it as you turned slightly in her arms to meet her eyes. “Mmm, I don’t know... I’ve got important things to do. Spanish lessons, tea drinking… being productive.”

Alexia narrowed her eyes, the teasing glint unmistakable. “You… difficult today.”

You laughed, trying to slip out of her hold and take a step toward away, but you didn’t get far. With surprising ease, Alexia’s arms locked around your thighs and before you knew it, she was lifting you clean off the ground.

“Alexia!” you squealed, instinctively wrapping your arms around her shoulders as she began walking, completely unbothered, as if carrying you around your apartment was the most natural thing in the world.

“You say no, but your body says yes,” she grinned, adjusting her grip on your legs as she carried you back toward the bedroom.

“I’m not that easy,” you teased, giggling as she nudged the bedroom door open with her foot.

“Liar,” she shot back playfully, tossing you onto the bed with a bounce. Before you could fully recover, she crawled in after you, wrapping herself around your body with a satisfied hum.

“Better?” you asked, settling into her arms.

“Much,” she mumbled into your hair. “No more running away.”

You smiled, burying your face into her chest, utterly content. “No more running away.”

Alexia had you tucked so securely against her, her arm wrapped snugly around your waist, her face buried into the crook of your neck. The warmth of her body, the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing, it was all so calming but you couldn’t help the soft giggle that slipped out. “What?” she mumbled, her lips brushing your skin as she spoke.

You tilted your head back just enough to look at her, amusement dancing in your eyes. “Nothing, I just… I thought when you dragged me back to bed, you had other plans.”

Alexia’s brow furrowed for a moment before a slow, mischievous smile appeared. “You think I want sex?” she asked, poking your side gently. “No. I want this.” Her arm squeezed you a little tighter, her fingers tracing lazy circles over your hip. “Only this. Just you. Cuddle.”

You giggled again, shaking your head as you nuzzled into her. “You’re so cute when you’re like this.”

She hummed contently, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “I can be menace later,” she teased quietly. “Now, I want to feel you close.”

Your heart melted a little at how simple it was for her. No expectations, just needing to hold you. You let your hand rest over hers, lacing your fingers together as you whispered, “I like this too.”

Alexia smiled into your neck, her hold on you never loosening, as you both drifted into that quiet, the shrill ring of your phone however cut through the soft hush of the morning. You felt Alexia’s grip around your waist tighten as she groaned into your neck, her breath warm against your skin. “Don’t answer…” she mumbled, clearly not ready to let you go.

You smiled, amused, as you reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand. “It’s Carmen,” you said, glancing at the screen. Alexia let out a dramatic, muffled grumble, burying her face further into you like that would make the phone stop ringing. Sliding your finger across the screen, you answered, trying to keep your voice light and casual. “Hey, Carm.”

“Don’t ‘hey’ me,” Carmen said, her tone already filled with mischief. “I heard you went to the game yesterday.”

Your eyes flicked down to Alexia, whose fingers were now tracing absentminded shapes on your hip, still very much attached to you and making no move to hide it. “Might’ve gone,” you replied vaguely, keeping the smile off your lips as best you could.

“And you just happened to see a certain number eleven after the match too, huh?” Carmen pressed. You could hear the grin in her voice. “Ben told me. He said you were glowing.”

Alexia’s head popped up at that, her sleepy expression turning into a smug little smirk as she mouthed, “You glow?” making you bite back a laugh.

“Well, you know Ben loves to exaggerate,” you teased back into the phone, trying your best to sound nonchalant, even though Alexia was now peppering kisses along your shoulder just to make you squirm.

“Uh-huh. Sure. You’re so private,” Carmen teased. “I won’t press, but you are telling me everything at some point.”

You hummed a vague agreement, your hand slipping back to tangle in Alexia’s hair. “I’ll call you, Carm, promise.”

“Mhm, you better. And tell Miss Putellas I said hi. There's no way she's not there right now”

You froze, caught. Alexia’s smile widened instantly, triumphant, as you narrowed your eyes playfully at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, terribly.

“Uh-huh. Bye!” Carmen chirped, hanging up before you could dig yourself a bigger hole.

You dropped your phone to the side, groaning into your pillow as Alexia laughed quietly, pleased with herself. “You glow, huh?” she teased, her breath brushing your ear.

“Shut up,” you muttered, though your grin gave you away completely.

☀️

The drive to the airport had been quieter than usual, neither of you wanted to acknowledge what was coming, even though the minutes ticking down on the dashboard made it impossible to ignore.

Alexia’s hand was in yours across the centre console, her thumb rubbing soft, slow circles against your skin. Every now and then, you’d glance at her, catching her already watching you with that look the one that made your chest ache because it was so full of something you didn’t want to lose.

You pulled up outside the terminal, shifting the car into park but neither of you moved. “I hate this part,” you said, giving a short, breathless laugh that lacked any humour.

Alexia’s sigh was heavy as she unbuckled her seatbelt and turned in her seat to face you, pulling you into a hug that you melted into immediately. “No cry, Muppet,” she murmured into your hair, her voice soft but strained.

“I’m not crying,” you lied, blinking back the sting in your eyes.

You kissed, slow and lingering, like you could steal more time. It was messy with the rushed emotion neither of you wanted to show, her fingers curling into your hoodie, your hand cradling the back of her neck like letting go wasn’t an option. But eventually, she pulled back, eyes sad but smiling as she said, “I go now… or I miss plane.”

“Maybe you should miss it,” you murmured, half-joking but wishing you weren’t.

Alexia chuckled, kissing you one last time, quickly, like it’d hurt if it lasted. She stepped out, grabbing her duffle from the back, and you watched her walk toward the sliding doors, heart pounding in your throat.

She turned, waved with a smile, and disappeared into the airport.

You exhaled, suddenly aware of how tight your chest had been. The moment she was out of sight, the brave face cracked. You felt the tears slip out, hot and unwanted, brushing them away with the sleeve of your hoodie before they could fall too far.

This wasn’t like you, you didn’t get like this over people, but Alexia had snuck in, torn through your rules, and now here you were, sat in your car outside an airport, missing someone before they’d even left the country.

You took a deep breath, wiped your eyes, and forced yourself to start the engine. The drive home felt emptier, your hand brushing the passenger seat where her hand had been not long ago.

You wondered to yourself when you were going to see her again, biting your lip to keep it together. You had no idea, but you knew you’d be counting down the days until you did.

#alexia x reader #alexia putellas x reader #fic rec

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