slut - Alexia Putellas

32.

i'm in prague this weekend. if i don't post anything in the next few days, i've either been sold or had too much beer. you'll know tomorrow, i guess. (i'm joking)

enjoy these two. ☕️✍🏼

As the Ballon D'Or winner arrived home late the following day, she found soft lights spilling from the lamps, casting dim, warm pools of illumination across the modern apartment, and the living room where Erin lay sprawled on the couch.

A little ball of fluff was comfortable nestled in the blonde's slender arms, purring peacefully while Nala's soft fur gently rose and fell with each breath.

"Hey, close your eyes, Bonita," Alexia whispered the moment she'd closed the front door shut behind her, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement.

"Um, hello?" Erin chuckled softly, but complied eagerly as she heard the captain's footsteps approach, curiosity lighting up her flawless features.

She felt Alexia's presence draw nearer, sensing the subtle shift in the room's ambiance as the captain approached.

"Can I look now?" the blonde asked, her voice betraying a hint of impatience.

"Not yet," the Ballon D'Or winner replied, shuffling slightly, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she adjusted the lighting, ensuring the room was just right for the unveiling.

Furrowing her brow slightly, Erin wondered what Alexia could be up to. "You know, I'm not a big fan of surprises," she began to protest, but the athlete interrupted her gently.

"I hope you'll like this one," the midfielder said softly, her voice filled with warmth as she breathed, "Open your eyes, Bonita."

Erin's eyes fluttered open slowly, her gaze adjusting to the brightness in the room, stirring even Nala's peaceful slumber in the blonde's arms.

It took her a moment to register the change, and when she did, her breath caught in her throat.

Oh.

"Oh my god," the therapist breathed, her lips agape, eyes widening in astonishment as she sat up on the couch, just as Alexia settled down beside her, her cheeks flushed slightly.

"You're blonde?!"

Erin's exclaim was too disturbing for Nala, the little ball of fluff bouncing off the couch with a quiet growl.

"Oh wow," the blonde breathed, her voice filled with awe and delight as she marveled at the transformation. She reached out tentatively, cold fingers trailing through Alexia's newly bleached strands of hair, taking her time to take in the captain's new look.

"You're blonde," Erin repeated, unable to believe her own eyes as she curled the bleached strands between her cold fingertips, playing with its ends.

Alexia nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly at Erin's reaction.

"Yeah," the Ballon D'Or winner admitted with a nervous chuckle, "I've been thinking about what you said, about letting change happen. I thought it was time to get rid of the brown."

The therapist smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with admiration and pride. "I'm proud of you," she said softly, her voice filled with affection. "It takes courage to embrace something new."

"Do you like it?" she asked tentatively, searching Erin's face for her honest opinion.

With a gentle touch, the therapist traced her fingers through Alexia's strands of blonde hair, marveling at the softness and the change, before gently tucking a stray strand of bleached hair behind the athlete's ear, her touch tender and loving.

"I love it," she replied sincerely, her gaze lingering on the Ballon D'Or winner's flawless face. "But you already know that you're the most beautiful woman to me, no matter the hair color."

Alexia's heart swelled at Erin's words, her nervousness melting away.

The captain's sparkling hazel eyes fluttered shut, savoring the sensation of Erin's fingers against her skin as the blonde touched her cheek and jaw, cold fingertips tracing the curve of her jawline with a feather-light caress.

"It's definitely working for you." Erin smiled softly,  her eyes never leaving Alexia's hazel ones. "This new look suits you. It's got this authoritative vibe that's kind of intimidating - in a sexy way. Like you've leveled up in confidence."

The captain smiled as she leaned into Erin's touch, her cheek melting against the blonde's cold palm.

"Your honesty is incredibly alluring," Alexia mumbled softly, "It's a very rare quality that draws me to you even more. Oh, and crisply, there's another surprise for you, Bonita."

And, with a quick motion, the Ballon D'Or winner retrieved a small paper bag from beside her, handing it to Erin with an excited grin.

"Take a look inside."

The blonde's eyes sparkled, brows furrowed with curiosity as she accepted the small paper bag, her fingers gently undoing the fold to peer inside.

Chuckling softly, Erin pulled out a soft, white fabric, unfolding it to take a proper look.

It was a dress. Short, with delicate lace that added an elegant touch to its simplicity. Erin held it up, admiring the gorgeous piece of clothing.

"This is exquisite. It's gorgeous," she murmured, her voice filled with awe as she examined the dress.

The Ballon D'Or winner sat confidently beside her, her posture authoritative and assertive, yet tinged with affection. "I saw it and immediately thought of you," she stated firmly, her voice leaving no room for doubt. "You'd look absolutely captivating in it."

The captain's voice held an authoritative tone, causing Erin's eyes to flicker up and meet the intense gaze of Alexia's darker, hazel eyes.

"There's something else," the athlete continued before the Erin had a chance to voice her thoughts. "There's an event coming up - a dinner party at a private restaurant with the Barça team for pre-season. It's an exclusive affair, and I want you to be my date."

Date.

Date.

Erin's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise. Unsure how to response, she stammered. "But, Alexia-"

"I haven't been out with the team since... since my injury." The captain's expression hardened slightly, her eyes narrowing with determination as she shifted a tad closer. Reaching out, she gently cupped the blonde's chin, lifting it with a gentle tap, until the blonde met her gaze. "Be my date. Let everyone see how amazing you are."

The blonde swallowed nervously, looking down at the gorgeous, white fabric in her hands, her cold fingers gripping it tightly.

"I... I'm not sure," she admitted quietly, her voice wavering.

Alexia's gaze softened slightly, her tone becoming more gentle.

"Please, Bonita," she urged softly, her thumb caressing Erin's cheek in a soothing gesture. "I want to show my team members that I am not drowning in self-pity. Accompany me?"

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we'll keep our streak tomorrow, right? 😏