Fine Line

Dream World Pt.II

Warnings:
The next 3 chapters will have some adult content and contain detail of decline in Mental Health, focusing on Anxiety attacks and injury as consequence. It does get dark.

It's not super graphic but I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. I want to reiterate this work is entirely fiction. I do not know anyone written about personally and this does not reflect their personality or real life events.

That being said, I hope you enjoy! :)

Ella wakes up, but she's not in her bed and... her hair is wet? She looks down at her body. She's wearing... Alessias clothes? Looking around she seen the familiar surroundings of Alessias bedroom. She rolled out of bed, and walked towards the bedroom door, which had been left ajar. A slither of light creeping through.

Opening it, she looked down the hallway that lead into the strikers kitchen. She could faintly hear music but she couldn't make out what it was.

Curious, she quietly walked over the wood floor. Careful not to make any noise. As she reached the entrance to the spacious living/kitchen area she was met by Alessia who was standing over the kitchen counter. Pottering about in a drawer. Ella arched her brow as she noticed the striker in her United away kit, the white jersey damp with what seemed like.. sweat? And the black shorts complimenting her figure in a way Ella had never appreciated before. Ella's eyes moved back up to Alessias blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail. Why was she dressed as though she was halfway through a match at this hour? The midfielder was puzzled but didn't care.. Her heart was going a million miles an hour, her palms and other... more sensitive areas becoming warm.

"Ella.." Alessia had turned to face her. Her usually wide blue eyes, smokey and dark. A wide mischievous grin appearing across her face.

"Less..." Ella felt a sense of entitlement to the blonde, there was no jittering nerves.

In a blink, Ella's state of confusion entered a new depth, Alessia was no longer wearing her away kit but instead a long, loose pale blue shirt. Her long blonde hair was down resting around her shoulders, small pieces framing her face.

The blonde walked toward her. Her fingers slowly picking out the buttons on the soft cotton shirt she wore. The room felt like it was a thousand degrees. Ella instinctively removed the hoodie she was wearing, she stood in her sports bra, her eyes still locked on Alessias fingers gliding over the shirt, until Ella seen Alessias bare skin. The striker was only wearing a small pair of knickers, her legs, stomach and chest exposed, the shirt still covering the blondes breasts.

Ella's hands reached out to Alessias waist, pulling her body into her own, she felt the strikers soft skin under her fingertips and it made her hands tingle. Ella looked up and met Alessias misty eyes. A burning desire running deep in her soul.

"Ella.." The blonde spoke but it wasn't her voice. Ella frowned, looking at the blondes lips

"Ella..." the voice spoke again but the blondes lips didn't move. Instead she felt the Alessia move away from her.

"Don't go" Ella pleaded. She felt a hand run across her stomach. Blinking again, she noticed she was in her own bed. With Joe.

"Should we?" Joe queried, his hands wandering over the brunettes body. She squeezed her eyes closed, imagining Alessia.

"Yeah" Ella moaned. She knew it was Joe who she was with, but her own lust taking over her actions.

With Ella's consent, Joe moved quickly. The twos limbs tangling in a rough desperate dance, they practically ripped each others clothes off. It's an intimacy they had not experienced with one another in months.

Ella's boyfriend was in the right place, but Ella couldn't acknowledge it was him who was there, she clung onto her dream. Believing she was still in Alessias kitchen, with the striker making her feel this way. Her climax fast approaching, her moans echoed the room.

"Lessi!" She moaned.

She was ripped away from the euphoric feeling when her boyfriend froze.

"What?" He looked up at her.

Ella had never felt so sober. What did she just say?

"I.. I said.." she stammered. Her brain scrambling.

"Did you just say.. Lessi?" Ella could tell Joe knew.

"No! No... I said... I said- that's it?" Ella frowned down at Joe, desperately trying to cover up what she had said.

"That's it?" Joe said in disbelief.

"Yeah!"

"Fuck off..." Joe scoffed. Ripping the sheets off them and practically jumping to his feet.

Why had she just done that?! She was cursing herself in her own mind. Embarrassed by what had just happened. What had Ella done...