"Say no more, Luce. Now it's all about you."
I paused to survey her glorious body spread out underneath me like a blank artist's canvas. "Now...where should I start?"
Lucy immediately beamed up at me, wriggling her eyebrows as she pointed to her smile with both hands.
I laughed and then leaned in close to say, "You're such a dork," before giving in to her request. My hands held her cheeks, allowing me to control the kiss, while hers came to rest securely just above my bent knees.
"Mmmm you're so good at kissing," she mumbled dreamily onto my mouth.
I groaned and buried my head in her shoulder to hide my face as it was her turn to laugh at me. "You'll never let me live that down, will you?"
I could just picture Lucy's face right now, wearing a deeply satisfied smirk. She whispered right into my ear, "Oh, I was just reminding you who the real dork is."
Seeing that I was still pouting, she added, "But you're my favourite dork."
I sat up, crossing my arms and pretending to be shocked. "Are there other dorks in your life you're not telling me about?"
She just rolled her eyes and said, "Have you seen my team? They're all goofs."
"True enough," I laughed, thinking of the stories Lucy had told me and small clips I'd seen on social media. "But you're by far my favourite goof of them all." We grinned at each other until I broke the silence again.
"On a more serious note," I added, "I love how happy you are at Barça. Ever since your move you seem so much more free to be your best goofy self, the one that I fell in love with. It just makes me happy to see you so happy, that's all."
She took one of my hands in hers, interlocking our fingers as she matched my tone. "I am happier here. I- I know I don't talk about it much, but- it just feels like there's less pressure, y'know? Which seems crazy because this is one of the best teams in the world - but I'm not the best player here. Does that make sense? It sounds kind of silly out loud..."
"I get it," was all I said, rubbing my thumb on hers reassuringly. "The spotlight, the expectations aren't on you."
"Yeah," she sighed. "Exactly. And my teammates are fantastic, really. They take football very seriously, but they all have so much fun."
"I'm truly glad, Luce. You deserve it."
She nodded, then said lightly, "It's also really fun to win all the time."
"I bet it is, campeona."
With that, I leaned back, untangling my hand from hers in order to kiss my way down her body. I meandered to her stomach like we had all the time in the world; I had her all to myself today. I knew Lucy had purposely booked this day off just for the two of us. And I planned to take full advantage of it.
When I reached her abdomen, I murmured: "You know, I've been imagining how you score your first goal for a while now."
"Oh really?"
"Mm-hmm...would you like me to tell you?"
"Yes, please y/n."
I'm not going to lie, hearing her say that in a low, husky voice put all my senses into overdrive. I had to take a second to collect myself before beginning to speak. I wanted to turn the tables on Lucy, make her feel the way I had.
I began my description sentence by sentence, slow and sensuous. I punctuated each phrase with a decisive kiss on her belly, trying to mimic the ones that left marks on my hips yesterday.
