slut - Alexia Putellas

19.

today, i'd like to dedicate this chapter to someone special. Alea, happy birthday - this chapter is for you. may your day be filled with joy, celebration, and a lot of coffee, of course. ☕️🫶🏼

enjoy. ☕️✍🏼

Closing the front door behind her with a soft click after a long day out, the blonde swiftly kicked her shoes off, placing them neatly in the sideboard by the entrance.

Padding into the apartment, Erin tried her best not to disturb anyone that might be asleep.

That is, at least, until she noticed a certain Ballon D'Or winner dozing on the couch, the soft glow of the television casting a gentle light across the room.

The little ball of fur - curled up at Alexia's feet - perked up at the sound of Erin's arrival, her fluffy tail wagging furiously as she bounded off the couch, scampering towards the therapist.

"Hey, princess," the blonde cooed softly, scooping the fluffy dog up into her arms. Nala wriggled with delight, licking Erin's face with affection before settling comfortably against her chest.

Moving closer toward the couch with silent steps to where Alexia was sleeping, Erin gently lowered Nala back down, watching as the dog curled up by the captain's feet.

Taking a moment to admire the serene expression on Alexia's face, the therapist couldn't help but smile as she noticed how calm and peaceful the Ballon D'Or winner looked, her features softened in sleep.

She rarely looked this... relaxed.

Taking a deep breath, the blonde reached for the blanket draped nearby, remembering how the athlete had covered her feet the other night and, with a tender touch, she gently pulled the blanket up, covering Alexia's legs and feet.

Just as Erin was about to pull away, the brunette stirred, heavy eyelids fluttering open.

"Hey," the FC Barcelona captain murmured sleepily, her hazel eyes focusing on the blonde. "Did you have a great day?"

The therapist chuckled softly, finding Alexia's sleepy demeanor utterly endearing.

"It was long, but good," she replied, brushing a strand of hair away from the midfielder's face. "You should go back to sleep. This is your couch, after all."

Shaking her head slightly, a small, hopeful smile tugged at Alexia's lips. "Stay," she whispered, her voice sounding tired as she shifted to make a bit of room beside her. "Lie down with me."

The blonde hesitated for a moment, glancing at the couch that seemed barely big enough for one, let alone two people.

"Well, I don't think we should-"

"I want you to," the Ballon D'Or winner insisted, her warm hand reaching out to gently tug the blonde down and toward her, until Erin found herself perched on the soft cushions.

And with a soft exhale, she gave in, settling down and shifting closer. Erin couldn't deny the warmth and comfort of Alexia's embrace as the brunette wrapped her strong arms around her slender form.

Immediately, she felt a rush of emotions.

Vulnerability. Anxiety. Comfort.

The couch was snug, their legs intertwined slightly as Alexia's arm draped protectively around her shoulders. Erin's head nestled against the captain's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath her ear.

"Will we ever talk about what happened last night?"

She heard the captain's deep inhale, and her slow exhale.

But she was denied an answer.

"Who did you meet up with today?"

Alexia's voice was soft, her voice laced with curiosity as she traced idle circles along the therapists spine, all the way up from the small of her back, toward the nape of her neck.

Inhaling a shaky breath, the blonde noticed the scent of Alexia's shampoo as it mingled with her perfume. Shifting slightly, Erin found a comfortable position against the captain's chest.

"I saw two basketball players recovering from ankle injuries," she began, her voice muffled against the brunette's shoulder, while cold fingertips carefully traced along the veins of Alexia's forearm, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath her touch. "And I met up with Cata after, she said she's been experiencing shoulder issues lately."

The midfielder hummed softly, her eyes shut as her warm fingers lightly brushed through the blonde's hair, a tender gesture that didn't fail to send a shiver down Erin's spine.

At the touch, the blonde felt a sense of peace settle over her, goosebumps covering the back of her neck, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation, and the tenderness, of Alexia's touch.

The power that touch held.

"Later today I met Misa for dinner since she was in town. We discussed some preventive training content."

At the mention of that name, the Ballon D'Or winner tensed imperceptibly.

Noticing the subtle change in Alexia's demeanor as the brunette momentarily held her breath, Erin lifted her head to look at her.

"Are you... okay?" she asked gently, cold fingers brushing against the back of Alexia's hand.

Sighing softly, Alexia's grip on Erin tightened ever so slightly, before she continued the slow and delicate movements along the therapists spine.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied quietly, her eyes still shut. "Just tired."

Erin nodded, silently acknowledging the captain's response instead of pressing further.

Because she knew better than that.

Didn't she?

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drama.
drama incoming.
i can't resist a good dose of drama.