Fine Line

Out on the Town

Ella swayed with the music sipping a constant flow of alcohol through her straw, it gave her a new found confidence. All the stress of her emotions and football over the passed 3 months disappeared. The entire team were letting their hair down, everyone under the heavy influence of alcohol.
She had been with Alessia and Mary most of the night but they had both disappeared. Ella found her self dancing with Ona. She felt so in the moment, setting her empty glass down on a nearby table.

"Let's go on the dancefloor" she leaned into Ona's ear.

Ona had always been a very touchy person but Ella always seemed to like it, maybe a little more than she'd care to admit. She always had the incline that Ona liked her.

In her vodka fuelled mind she seen an opportunity to explore her fantasies about Alessia. Maybe even kiss Ona, experience what it would be like to taste the lips of another woman. Feel their soft curves without the risk of loosing a very dear friendship. In her mind, she could see if the obsession she had over Alessia was her heart telling her that she liked men and women or if it was because deep down, she really did love her best friend. What was there to loose? It's not like she would ever be able to explore it with Lessi, Especially with the striker making the move down to London. Ella was hoping her feelings would go away when Alessia moved. But there was also a part of her that didn't want those feelings to fade.

Her and Ona danced on the dancefloor for what seemed like hours. Their bodies against one another, Ella almost grinding into Onas hips. The Spaniard smirked up at Ella looking in her eye there was a glint that Ella noticed. She lifted her arms up and around Onas neck, the defender brushing her hands over Ella's bum, she brought them up to her waist. Squeezing slightly and holding Ella's body close to her own.
Ella felt a fire in her stomach she hadn't felt in years, her eyes skipping from Onas lips and back to her dark gaze. The midfielder bit down on her bottom lip leaning closer to the Spaniards face. Ona read Ella's actions and leant in, placing her soft lips on Ella's.

Ella felt her heart skip. Closing her eyes she felt utter relief. She delved into Onas mouth, her tongue exploring the defenders. She felt Ona moan into the kiss. Lost in the moment, Ella's mind started dreaming. She felt herself shift into another reality, her vivid dream of Alessia being brought to life. As their kiss continued, Ella brought her right hand to the crook of Onas neck, her left hand tracing up into the Spaniards hair. She imagined her hands in Alessias blonde soft curls. She started to smell Alessias strong perfume. She traced her hand down over Onas collar bone and down to her waist, before reaching around to her bum. Feeling the fabric across her skin, as she done with Alessia in her dream. Ella squeezed her hand, envisioning that it was the blonde striker she could feel.
She felt wandering hands on her own body, Ona was also clearly, as invested in the interaction as Ella.

Ona bit down on Ella's lip as she broke the kiss.
"I don't know about you but, I think we should get out of here" the defender smiled at Ella, her eyes communicating with the midfielder.

Ella was conflicted, leaving with Ona would only lead to one thing. Something she lusted for. But in doing that, she would need to lie to Joe. And it wasn't a white lie, it was a, I've cheated and can never ever tell you or anyone type of lie. Then there was the added stress of Ona thinking it was something more than what it was, which for Ella, it was just experimental.

Reading Ella's worried expression Ona added
"Don't worry, I just want a good night mija" she winked at the end of her sentence. Ella felt herself become warm between her legs. Something she hadn't experienced in months. Well... She had, but she'd be a bit embarrassed to admit even to herself who it was for.

She followed the fire that had lit in her stomach, reaching for Ona's hand as the defender walked away.

Looking back, there was a mischievous grin across the defenders face. Ella trailed behind her, anticipation rife, making her limbs tingle.
The two left the club without a word spoken to anyone.

****

*BZZZZ*

"Tooney"

Ella felt a kick in her leg. She opened her eyes, her head felt horrendous as she lifted her face off the soft pillow she laid on. She looked around, confusion and panic slowly setting in as a slither of daylight shone through the drawn curtains of the room. She didn't recognise the room at all.
She turned her head, a little too quick, the room spinning and she groaned.

*BZZZZZ*

The brunette frowned, the room still spinning she was trying to get some familiarity in her surroundings and the vibrating noise was irritating her very sensitive ears.

Her eyes finally focused and she audibly gasped as she seen the naked back of Ona. She peeped under the covers.

Yep. Totally starkers.
But wait... so was she...

Ella finally put the pieces together of what had taken place a few hours before. Panic flushed her body, sobering up instantly she jumped out of the bed. Scrambling through the loose clothing on the floor to find her phone.

"Shit!" She whispered as she frantically looked for her belongings.

Finally, she found her bag, her phone in it vibrating.

'Alessia Russo ❤️'

"Hel- Ella stopped herself as she remembered the sleeping Ona on the bed next to her
-Hello" she whispered

"TOONEY!!"

"Uh oh" Ella squinted. Alessias tone told her everything she needed to know.

"Where the hell are you?!?!" The blonde was furious.

"Less I've fucked up. Like really fucked up!" Panic clear in Ella's voice, the midfielder pulled on her underwear, looking for her dress that Ona had pulled off her the night before.

"Where are you?!"

"Im- .. oh god" Ella held her head, tip toeing out of the bedroom "I'm in Ona's"

"You could've told one of us!!"

"No less! You don't understand! I've really fucked up" Ella cringed, she couldn't believe she had let this happen. "I need you to come get me.. please?" She was still whispering.

"Fine. I'll be there in 15!" The blonde hung up.

Ella couldn't help but feel dread. How could she have let her lust take over her in that way.

But it felt so good.

Her mind had started to catch up with her. Vague memories of Ona smiling up at her while between her legs. How Ella had thrown her head back and gripped the bedsheets in pleasure. The entire time, all she could think was that she wished it was a certain blonde and now, said blonde is en route to pick her up. Embarrassment started to overwhelm the feeling of dread.
She looked at her phone.

'Joe ❤️'
00:03: 'What time are you home?x'
00:27: *Missed Call*
00:39: 'Ella, I'm getting worried. Where are you?'
01:16: *Missed Call*
01:44: 'Are you over Mils? I hope you're safe x'
02:34: 'If I don't hear off you by 9 tomorrow morning, I'm coming to look for you. I'm really worried Ella, please answer me x'

"Shit" Ella whispered under her breath. Looking at the time it was a little passed 8am. She didn't know if he had tried to speak to any of the others in his worry. Her main focus was hiding what she had done from him. She loved him and she knew it would destroy him if he found out. It would destroy them.

Her phone rang again

'Alessia Russo❤️'

"Are you outside?" Ella answered.

"Yeah, hurry up I'm on double yellows" Alessia bluntly answered.

"I'm coming" Ella quickly got her things together hanging up before leaving Onas flat.

Oh how was she going to explain this.