slut - Alexia Putellas

16.

remember the quick side note i left for you yesterday?

enjoy. and take your time reading.

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Erin was laying on the couch after a long day, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering in through the windows, while Nala, nestled at her feet, emitted gentle snores, a comforting rhythm that filled the quiet apartment.

But despite being exhausted, sleep eluded Erin.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and no matter how hard she tried to distract herself and think about anyone or anything else, thoughts of Alexia persisted.

She recalled their initial meeting, the way the Ballon D'Or winner had greeted her with a confident yet kind demeanor. From offering her a place to stay to paying her generously, Alexia had extended a helping hand that the therapist found both generous and unsettlingly kind.

And while lying in the moonlight, Erin couldn't help but replay all these moments - all these casual touches, all these supportive gestures, the way Alexia's presence seemed to command attention effortlessly.

Rolling over restlessly from her side onto her back, it disturbed Nala's slumber, causing the little ball of fur to stir briefly, before settling back down to go back to sleep.

Sighing heavily, Erin's eyes stared at the dark ceiling where shadows from the outside world danced, and no matter how hard she tried, Alexia's imagine flickered in her mind again.

And again.

And again.

She remembered the smirk on her lips when they first met, that very morning in the kitchen when her warm hands had settled on her shoulders, the hoarse whispers she'd breathed into her ear. "You're so stiff," she'd told her, and Erin remembered how these words, and the gentle massage, had send shivers down her spine.

She couldn't help but remember how good the short massage felt, how it had her chest rising and falling, and Erin couldn't help but swallow as she imagined that very moment.

She remembered Alexia in that elegant, tailored suit yesterday, its smooth, rose-colored fabric, and how the athlete commanded attention with her grace and strength when she guided Erin through the halls with a touch on the small of her back that was both protective and possessive.

But it wasn't just the way her fingertips felt warm against her skin that evening, it also was the memory of Misa's compliment regarding her dark blue gown and the subtle jealousy it evoked in Alexia.

Shifting slightly without disturbing the fluff at her feet, Erin's mind drifted to the tender moment after the event last night, when Alexia's warm hands had settled on her hips from behind, tracing the most delicate circles over her skin that sent tingles through her body.

She even felt these tingles right now.

She remembered the whispered praises, the heavy breathing - everything replayed in Erin's mind, stirring a mix of longing and uncertainty within her.

She remembered the compliment, Alexia's hushed but honest words as she told her how gorgeous she was, and remembered how it made her heart beat faster.

She even felt her heartbeat right now.

As if it was louder, much stronger, than usual.

In the stillness of the night, Erin's cold hand rested on her chest, feeling the rapid thud of her heart beneath the fabric of her shirt. It felt like it was racing uncontrollably, echoing the attraction she felt, the pull toward the woman sleeping next door.