𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 || 𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙞

𝘁 𝗵 𝗶 𝗿 𝘁 𝗲 𝗲 𝗻*

DESPERATE
"always remember my heart holds you when my arms cannot"
*there is explicit content in this chapter, read at your own risk*

~mallory~

"pablo just put me down here!" i whisper, pointing towards my make shift bed in the locker room. he carries me across the room and helps me up onto the edge of the bed.

he insisted on carrying me on his back all the way inside. it weirded me out a little because he's been being a little too nice to me the past couple days.

a week ago he would of just laughed in my face and walked in the other direction, yet for some reason he was firm with his decision on helping me. maybe this week in camp nou has just made us both go crazy, who knows.

gavi slightly pushes my knees apart and i gulp as he moves to stand between my legs. he stares down at me out of breath, probably from carrying me across the whole field.

his sweaty hair is stuck to his forehead and i get the urge to push it back. except i get myself under control and look down, finally breaking our intense eye contact.

"uh." he pats my knees and his mouth shuts when i look up at him. "i'll go get some bandages." he clears his throat awkwardly before disappearing into the shower area.

i take a much needed deep breath i didn't even know i was holding in. my lungs feel like they are constricting whenever he stands so close to me and i can't explain it.

i pull my hair tie out of my messy hair and shake my head to get out the weird wrinkle it left behind. i quickly decide to put it back up as it's sweaty and wet from the humid morning air.

gavi walks back in seconds later as i pull my hair into a loose ponytail on the top of my head. he moves to stand between my parted legs, setting the supplies on either sides of my thighs.

i'm starting to get deja vu from the time i was helping him with his knuckles. the memory makes me chuckle lightly and i guess gavi notices because he looks up at me, one eyebrow raised.

he takes a step closer as i shake my head and pull the hairtie around for the last time. gavi scoffs and looks down, except he's so close to me that he's faced with the top of my cleavage. the sports bra i'm wearing doesn't have the best coverage, but it does what it needs to.

gavi stares down at me for a good couple seconds before licking his lips and trailing his eyes up to meet mine, painfully slow. he swallows nervously and wipes the sweat from his forehead.

a smirk spreads across my lips and i grab the sides of his waist, pulling him even closer to tease him. if there's anything i'm good at, it's teasing the shit out of pablo gavi.

now normally it's not in such an intimate way, mostly me just pushing his buttons until he gets angry, but the tension between us has been weird and if this is what it takes to get us back to normal, then so be it.

especially after the shit he pulled on the field earlier, slide tackling me to the ground, he deserves to be messed with a little.

my fingers slide down the sides of his bare waist to the waistband of his athletic shorts. he looks up at me, a look of confusion and nervousness in his beautiful brown eyes.