slut - Alexia Putellas

9.

hm, so how many stars does double update day deserve? 😏😏😏

Did you ever listen to someone moaning intensely when you're not in the same room as them?

It's like a collision on a highway that you're passing. You shouldn't look, but you do. Unintentionally. It's the same with moans. You don't want to listen, but you do. You don't want to hear them, and yet you hear them anyways.

Tossing and turning on the plush couch, Erin's temporary home felt anything but comforting in the wee hours of the night.

Thoughts were racing through her restless mind like cars on a freeway. Thoughts of her recent move to Spain. Thoughts about the challenges of her new job - the daunting task of starting her own business.

But amid these worries, there were these loud, needy moans that seemed to get louder by the minute, those sounds echoing through the walls from Alexia's bedroom.

The mix of deep and higher-pitched voices and whimpers, punctuated by the occasional squeak of a bed frame pushing against the wall, made sleep elusive for Erin.

Why again did she agree to this... arrangement?

Despite her headphones plugged in and the music playing in her ears, she couldn't escape the intrusive sounds that invaded her thoughts every now and then.

It was past 2am when she finally began to feel some relief and drift into a slumber when, all of a sudden, she's startled by a slender shadow hurriedly passing the apartment door, pulling it shut with a decisive click.

Jolting awake, Erin sits up abruptly in the darkness of the living room, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Thank god," she mumbled, rubbing her tired eyes and reaching for her phone to check the time.

2:41am.

Wow.

Exhaustion weighed heavily on the therapist, but she knew sleep wouldn't come easily now. With a tired sigh, she got up and padded quietly into the kitchen, the cool tiles soothing under her bare feet.

Pouring herself a glass of water, Erin leaned against the kitchen counter, staring out into the dimly lit room, hoping the brief hydration would help her relax enough to finally get some rest.

After what felt like an eternity - and with the lingering echoes of Alexia's nighttime activities still reverberating in her mind - the therapist managed to finally get her much needed sleep.

However, the respite was short-lived.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Not long after she drifted off, her alarm shattered the silence, ringing insistently in the early hours of the morning.

"But I just fell asleep," the blonde groaned in frustration, silencing the alarm and sitting up, blinking away the remnants of sleep, the events of last night leaving her feeling unsettled and groggy.

Not long after taking a shower and getting ready for the day ahead, Erin found herself stirring the porridge absentmindedly, the aroma of oats and vanilla swirling around her.

She arranged the fresh fruits on the counter - strawberries, blueberries, and bananas - considering how best to adorn the creamy canvas.

Preparing breakfast for herself - and a certain brunette - wouldn't become her ritual, but maybe focusing on the task might help to ward off the memories of the previous night's disturbances.

Neither the bathroom door creaking open, nor the soft padding of Alexia's footsteps drew Erin's attention over the bubbling of the pot.

And it wasn't before the athlete cleared her throat behind her, that the blonde mumbled a tired, "Morning." She kept her gaze fixed on the oats boiling inside the pot, unwilling to meet Alexia's eyes.

"How was your night?" the captain's deeper voice was as direct as ever.

Chuckling dryly, the blonde's shoulders tensed involuntarily. "Could've been better," she replied softly, still not turning around, her attention on the pot in front of her.

A brief silence lingered, before, all of a sudden, the therapist felt a pair of warm hands gently settle on her shoulders.

Um... what was she doing?

The unexpected touch sent a shiver down Erin's spine, her muscles tensing instinctively as her hand stopped its movement, clutching around the wooden spoon.

She was surprised when Alexia's warm fingers began to knead gently, applying just the right amount of pressure to her shoulders to ease the tension.

"You're so stiff," the athlete remarked, her voice maintaining its authoritative edge despite the, more or less, intimate act.

Her touch was confident, fingers tracing the knots in Erin's muscles with precision.

Tilting her head ever so slightly as she felt her eyes flutter shut, the blonde bit down on her bottom lip, trying to suppress a moan as Alexia's skilled fingers worked their magic.

This felt good.

So good.

The sensation was both soothing and electrifying, the heat from Alexia's touch seeping into the blonde's skin.

"You carry a lot of tension here," the athlete continued, her voice low and controlled as she pressed her thumbs into a particularly tight knot, causing Erin to tense momentarily before relaxing under her touch.

Inhaling a shaky breath, the blonde finally turned to glance at Alexia over her shoulder, finding herself captivated by the brunette's presence.

She shouldn't have looked.

Just like she shouldn't have listened last night.

But how could she not?

The Ballon D'Or winner stood close behind her, clad in just a skimpy thong and a black crop top that revealed the smooth curves of her body, her strong toned legs and her, oh hell, well-defined abs.

The morning light painted Alexia's perfectly tanned skin in soft hues, emphasizing the gentle slope of her shoulders and the lean, but strong muscles in her arms.

Quickly averting her gaze, the blonde swallowed.

"Sorry, um... thanks," Erin murmured finally, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and something else she couldn't quite name.

Taking a step back, Alexia withdrew her hands smoothly, the abrupt absence of her touch leaving Erin feeling strangely empty.

The power that touch held.

"You're welcome," Alexia offered, her voice cool and distant, her gaze fixed on some distant point. "I apologize for the noise last night. It's usually not like that."

Erin nodded, uncertain how to respond.

She poured their breakfast into the bowls, before carefully placing them on the kitchen island in front of Alexia, arranging the vibrant fruits atop the smooth porridge.

"You really didn't have to do that," the athlete murmured, finally meeting Erin's gaze for a fleeting moment, before sitting down to have her
breakfast.

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