slut - Alexia Putellas

34.

good evening.

i'm back from prague. had a good weekend. not yet sober. i've been to a certain club for the first time in my life and let me tell you... i'm still... flabbergasted. experience for a lifetime. but well, let's move on with these two.

enjoy. ☕️✍🏼

Strolling along the bustling streets of Barcelona, the night air was cool and filled with the hum of city life.

Walking slowly, Alexia's arm was draped casually around Erin's slender form - a gesture of familiarity and possessiveness that the therapist reciprocated by holding the captain's wrist in her hands, their fingers intertwined.

Pausing to admire the grand, enormous facade of an old building illuminated by street lamps near the restaurant, the Ballon D'Or winner leaned in slightly, her voice carrying a warm, contented tone as she tightened her hold around Erin.

"I really enjoyed tonight, Bonita," she murmured, her breath brushing against the blonde's ear.

It caused Erin to tilt her head slightly, leaning into the captain's touch, in her gentle embrace, her cheek brushing against Alexia's strong shoulder as she nuzzled closer.

Relishing the sensation of Alexia's touch, the closeness between them caused her to sigh softly, a contented smile forming on her delicate lips as she nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, me too."

Alexia's touch was gentle and purposeful as she spoke, her breath warm as it caressed the delicate curve of Erin's neck.

"You get to choose what we do with the rest of today. Consider it my thanks for accompanying me. You made the evening... so much better."

The therapist shivered at the sensation of warm fingertips tracing a tender path over her bare shoulder, gently sweeping aside a stray strand of golden blonde hair, before the athletes palm settled on the small of her back.

Leaning into the captain's touch, arching against her, Erin's delicate lips curled into a playful smile.

"I thought you enjoyed being the one in control?"

The response caused Alexia to smirk, her warm hand lingering as she traced circles along Erin's back, down the spine of her slender form, until her palm rested comfortably on the blonde's hip.

"Hmm, that I do," the Ballon D'Or winner purred, her voice low and intimate. "But even a queen must allow her subjects a moment of sovereignty now and then, wouldn't you agree?"

"Funny, I didn't realize I was your subject, Your Highness." Erin's laughter bubbled up, a light and genuine sound that filled the air as she leaned into Alexia's touch.

The power that touch held.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement, a playful glint dancing within them, and with a gentle nudge against Alexia's side, she quipped, "Should I start curtsying?"

"Maybe you've had a bit more to drink than I realized?"

The Ballon D'Or winner's smile was tender as she pressed closer, her face nuzzling into Erin's hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.

"So, what's your choice, Bonita?" she whispered, her voice a gentle invitation. "What shall we do next?"

The blonde's heart fluttered at the closeness, at the warmth of Alexia's presence as she turned slightly, their eyes meeting momentarily before Erin's gaze flickered down to the captain's rose-colored lips, her own desire surfacing.

Oh, how kissable they looked.

"I'm sober enough to know that kissing you is all I can think about," Erin confessed softly, her breath hitching as she leaned into Alexia's touch.