slut - Alexia Putellas

38.

good evening.

i hope everyone recovered from chapter 37. in those last 24 hours.

while you're still in the middle of reading 'slut', i'm actually nearing the end of writing it. so i might slow down my writing pace of this storyline, as i don't want it to end. it's just way too much fun. i don't remember the other books were this fun working on.

hope you enjoy. ☕️✍🏼

Even hours later, the two of them lay nestled together, enjoying the peaceful intimacy of their
undisturbed morning.

The blonde's head was gently cradled on the captain's bare chest, cold fingertips tracing soothing patterns along the curve of Alexia's waist, while the athlete's hand rested on Erin's back, her warm fingers light and comforting as they trailed up and down her spine.

"I'll start going back to training at the club next week," Alexia mumbled, brushing a stray strand of hair from Erin's face, before continuing her movements along the blonde's back. "There's strength and cardio coming up, and... I was wondering if you would want to join me?"

Tracing her fingers lightly over Alexia's stomach, feeling the firmness of her abs beneath her touch, Erin nodded softly.

"Absolutely," she murmured, her gaze following her own hand. "But I'll have to charge you extra for that, you know."

Chuckling warmly, the Ballon D'Or winner nodded in agreement.

"Fair enough," she conceded, her hazel eyes sparkling with amusement as her warm fingertips gently caressed the nape of Erin's neck. "I'd say I'm getting the better end of this deal."

"Hm," the blonde hummed, her slender body melting against the captain's athletic form. "I'm sure you do."

"Bonita, as much as I'm enjoying this..." Alexia murmured softly, her voice carrying a hint of reluctance as she shifted slightly. "We should get up soon."

Lifting her head, Erin looked up at the captain, a slight pout forming on her lips.

"But I don't want to," she protested. "This bed is just too perfect right now. Much more comfortable than the couch."

Alexia chuckled softly, her fingers threading through Erin's hair.

"I agree, but we can't spend the entire day in here," she teased gently, her voice calm. "Spending the night together is on the table, though. Only if that appeals to you, of course."

Erin sighed softly, pressing gentle kisses along the delicate curve of Alexia's neck and collarbone.

"Fine," she relented, "but on one condition."

The Ballon D'Or winner arched an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in her hazel eyes. "And what condition would that be?" she asked, her voice soft yet guarded.

Erin shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow to meet Alexia's gaze directly.

"If I'm going to stay in this bed," she began slowly, "I don't want you to share it with anyone else."

The Ballon D'Or winner's expression faltered for a moment, caught off guard by the blonde's request, and she hesitated, her fingers pausing in Erin's hair.

"Bonita," she started carefully, "I... I've never really been with anyone, I-"

"I'm not asking you to be with me, Alexia," the therapist murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart sank at Alexia's response, disappointment flickering in her eyes. She withdrew slightly, uncertainty clouding her features as she continued, "I'm asking you not to have any sluts over."