Lover II- ML

214. Final Days

With the 2-0 scoreline and only ten minutes left on the clock, Jonatan had Salma coming on for Kaia.

Replacing an exerted fast player with a fully energised fast player, it was rubbing salt in the wounds for Lyon.

But Kaia's eyes were zoned in on Mapi as she made her way off, both of them smiling at each other like there was no one else in the stadium. This was their last game as fiancés, the last time seeing each other on the pitch, in their kits and without a wedding ring accompanying it.

But their tender moment was broken by the boos the Lyon fans just had to let out the moment the big speaker said Kaia's name in the substitute change.

Kaia diverts her eyes from her fiancé's to look at the whiney sea of white she's passing, she gives them a mocking bow as she continues walking as calmly as she wants.

The moment Kaia's at the touchline, she high fives Salma and brings her into a quick hug. "Give them hell." She encourages.

Salma did just that, punishing the tired defence with her fresh legs.

The celebrations were loud and proud. Barcelona didn't give a shit they were in Lyon's home, in fact that made them happier and their Spanish music louder.

They got to the final in possibly the most rewarding way possible, a proper fight with one of the best teams. 2-0 today, but 3-2 on aggregate.

Dancing on the table, sun or ski glasses on, popping champagne and spraying their water bottles everywhere to make a true slip hazard on the tile floors of their changing room.

Once the initial twenty solid minutes of singing, dancing, filming and a few of them doing stupid but passionate speeches, the mood began to calm into an extremely happy and positive one as they got ready to go back to their hotel for the night.

Patri's music was still blasting, some were still dancing to themselves, while others were in the showers or already showered and changing.

Mapi makes her way down the row of showers in her shorts and sports bra, wash bag in her hand and a giddy smile on her lips. She counts the stalls she passes, stopping in front of the fifth and hooking her bag on top of Kaia's.

Then she steps in and playfully wraps her arms around Kaia from behind, pulling her warm and wet form into her.

"Hello, baby." Mapi places happy kisses along Kaia's shoulder, squeezing her so tight with pure adoration and happiness. Almost like one would with a kitten.

"Hi." Kaia turns to face Mapi, shaking her head in amusement when she watches brown eyes casual drop to her naked chest and examine what's on show.

"So..." Mapi's eyes find Kaia's again lazily, her smile turning into a smirk while her hands find their place on Kaia's bum. "Tell me... what goes through your mind when you think of this stadium?" She asks with a certain cheek in her tone. "You played here for two years... you even played a World Cup quarterfinal here, so there must be some memories that stay with you."

"The only one I can think of right now is us coming back from behind and crushing Lyon at home to reach the Champions League final." Kaia grins happily.

"Oh yeah?" Mapi's smirk turns devious. "Well now when you think of Groupma Stadium, you're going to think of me with my fingers inside you."

Kaia's eyes widen in pure shock and darken substantially when she feels exactly that, two fingers pushed inside her without any hesitation.

Mapi also knew to cover Kaia's mouth with her other hand to stop the surprised noises echoing down to their teammates ears. "I'm the only one who knows your body intimately, who can make you feel things no one else can," she whispers in Kaia's ear, not moving her fingers at all but their presence is enough. "Only I get to have you, to feel you, to worship you..." then she leans back with a pleased smile. "Remember this," she gives a torturously small curl of her fingers. "When you think back on this stadium and city."