slut - Alexia Putellas

8.

so. so. here we go.
and as i said in the beginning: wait for it.
wait. for. it.

The blonde had spent the better part of the afternoon cleaning the place up and bustling around Alexia's well-appointed kitchen, went to a local grocery shop nearby and tried settling into her temporary home.

As the sun slowly but surely began its descent, the aroma of herbs and spices filled the air as she meticulously prepared a hearty dinner, carefully selecting ingredients and orchestrating them into a culinary masterpiece.

By the time the Ballon D'Or winner returned from her grueling day of appointments, a click of the door announcing her arrival, the table was set with a crisp linen tablecloth, gleaming cutlery, and a bouquet of fresh flowers in a simple vase at its center.

While lovingly arranging their food on the porcelain plates, the blonde didn't noticed the way Alexia's tired eyes brightened slightly at the sight of the table.

"Hola," the athlete mumbled, heavily leaning on her crutches as she approached the table, easing into a chair with a sigh of relief.

"Long day?" the blonde greeted her softly, her voice a soothing contrast to the days tension as she poured a glass of water for Alexia before taking her own seat opposite.

The Ballon D'Or winner nodded wearily.

"Yeah, back-to-back appointments," she admitted, rubbing her temples. "My knee is not happy with me today."

Nodding understandingly, Erin's attention shifted back to the food served on the table. "I hope dinner helps," she murmured, her gaze flicking back to Alexia briefly before focusing on the dinner she'd been preparing all evening.

The spread before them was impressive - a roasted chicken, golden brown and glistening with juices, accompanied by a colorful medley of roasted vegetables drizzled with olive oil and herbs.

A fresh salad, vibrant with greens and sprinkled with nuts and seeds, completed the ensemble.

Yum.

Alexia's gaze lingered on the food, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Wow," she remarked, genuinely impressed. "This looks amazing. You went all out, huh?"

Shrugging modestly, a pleased expression crossed the blonde's face. "I figured you could use a good meal after your day," she replied, her tone light. "Consider it my way of saying thank you."

Taking a bite, Alexia's expression immediately softened further as she savored the flavors.

"Mm," she hummed appreciatively. "You're a pretty good cook, Erin. This is very satisfying."

The blonde blushed slightly at the compliment, but she kept her focus on her food, allowing Alexia to enjoy her meal without interruption.

They ate in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds the clink of cutlery and the occasional murmur of appreciation from the Ballon D'Or winner.

After a few moments, Alexia set her fork down, looking across the table at Erin with a faint smile.

"Thank you, Erin," she said sincerely. "This was really thoughtful of you."

Meeting the FC Barcelona captain's gaze, a small smile tugged at the corners of Erin's lips. "You're welcome," she replied softly. "I'm glad you liked it."

Their eyes held for a moment longer, before Alexia quickly glanced away, her authoritative demeanor slipping back into place.

"Well," she said briskly, pushing her plate away as she reached for the crutches, slowly getting back to her feet. "I should probably go take a shower."

The therapist nodded, understanding the shift in tone.

"Of course," she said, rising from her seat as well to begin clearing the table. "Take things easy with your knee. I'll take care of the dishes."

The brunette hesitated for a moment, watching as the therapist picked up their plates and cutlery, moving around the kitchen with efficient grace. "Thank you," Alexia said again, her voice a tad softer this time.

Erin smiled warmly, meeting the captain's gaze briefly before turning toward the sink.

The dull sound of the crutches against the floor disappeared slowly, the athlete making her way into the kitchen, while Erin started cleaning up the kitchen.

She hummed softly to herself, her mood buoyed by the pleasant dinner and the unexpected camaraderie she felt with Alexia as she stacked the last of the dishes neatly in the drying rack.

Just as she reached for the kitchen towel to dry off her hands, a knock at the door startled her.

Her brow furrowed in uncertainty.

Who could it be at this hour?

Tossing the kitchen towel over her shoulder, the therapist hesitated briefly, guessing Alexia didn't hear it since the shower was already running, before moving to answer the door.

And the sight that greeted her was unexpected.

A woman. Roughly her age. Long, dark brown, almost black, hair cascading over her shoulders. Dressed in a short skirt and a light rose colored top, her demeanor seemed confident yet somewhat hurried as she stood in front of Alexia's apartment.

"Um, hello?" Erin greeted cautiously, her curiosity piqued. "Can I help you?"

The woman's gaze swept over the blonde briefly before she spoke, her voice carrying a hint of urgency. "I'm looking for Alexia," she explained, her tone brisk. "Is she home?"

Erin's expression tensed slightly.

This was awkward.

"Um, yes she... is," she replied slowly, still assessing the stranger before her. "She's taking a shower right now. Should be out soon."

The woman nodded impatiently, her eyes scanning the apartment as if searching for something. "I'll wait for her inside," she stated abruptly, her tone leaving no room for argument as she simply moved past Erin, striding purposefully towards Alexia's bedroom.

Maybe Erin imagined it, but she could swear she felt her jaw dropping in disbelief as she watched the woman disappear behind the closed bedroom door.

For a moment, she stood rooted to the spot by the open apartment door, trying to process what had just happened.

Who was this woman, and how did she know Alexia well enough to barge into her apartment unannounced?

Could she be a... slut?

No she couldn't.

Could she?

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hm, certainly a little different than you suspected, no? ... but how long?