slut - Alexia Putellas

29.

good evening everyone.

here we go for another round, 27 days in a row. what a streak, no? this is funnier than i thought.

enjoy. ☕️✍🏼

Waking up with a sense of purpose the following morning, Erin moved through her routine methodically - showering to wash away the remnants of the night, brushing her teeth and brewing a hot pot of strong, aromatic coffee.

Her mind was buzzing with the thoughts of last night, and the upcoming therapy session - Tuesdays were still reserved for the Ballon D'Or winner.

As she went through her morning rituals, Erin couldn't help but wonder when, after 8am, she didn't hear slightest noise from Alexia's bedroom.

Normally, the FC Barcelona captain was up early - usually before 6am - ready to tackle the day and manage the tons of appointments that filled her packed schedule.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Erin padded softly down the hallway and towards Alexia's bedroom, approaching the wooden door before gently rapping it with her knuckles.

"Alexia?"

Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

Though a response never came.

Reaching for the doorknob and turning it quietly, the therapist pushed the door open a tiny crack, just enough to peak inside. The light of the morning sun filtered through the curtains and the small gap of the door, casting a soft, calm glow over the bedroom.

Erin's eyes wandered across the room, noticing the door leading up to the patio she didn't know existed, the fluttering of beige and white curtains catching her attention momentarily, before her gaze lingered on a certain Ballon D'Or winner.

Sprawled across the bed, in a way that seemed both relaxed, uncomfortable and utterly at peace, and with her arms resting above her head, Alexia's bare chest, half-covered by the blanket, rose and fell rhythmically.

Erin couldn't suppress a smile as she tiptoed closer.

Recalling Alexia's invitation from the previous night, and without hesitation, she settled down on the edge of the mattress.

Lying there in peaceful slumber, brunette hair tousled and spread across the pillow, gentle snores escaped Alexia's parted lips. And Erin couldn't help the smile at the sight of her, admiring how peaceful and serene the Ballon D'Or winner looked in her sleep.

"Alexia?"

Still lost in the depths of sleep, the captain didn't respond.

Brushing a few strands of brunette hair from Alexia's flawless visage with a hesitant touch, Erin tried again, her voice soft and tender, trying to rouse her gently.

"Ale?"

This time, the Ballon D'Or winner stirred, mumbling something about not sleeping well and having a restless night.

Chuckling softly, the blonde finds the captains sleepy stay entirely enchanting, a smile spreading across her lips as she teased, "Not used to alcohol, hm?"

Shaking her head slightly, hazel eyes fluttered open, meeting the therapist's gaze. "I was thinking about different things," she admitted softly, her warm fingers, weak from sleep, seeking out Erin's and playing with her cold fingertips.

"Your hands are freezing," Alexia mumbled, words slurred with drowsiness as hazel eyes fluttered shut, her head dropping to the side at the verge of falling asleep.

"Hm, maybe you should invest in gloves instead of over-expensive wine?" the therapist chuckled softly, her cold fingertips tracing patterns on Alexia's forearm. Smiling tenderly, she added, "It's iron deficiency anemia."