slut - Alexia Putellas

42.

good evening everyone.

so, who's ready for a (non-romantic) night at the beach?

and as a reminder: this ain't a fairytale.

hope you enjoy ☕️✍🏼

As tempting as it was to just stand there and watch this goddess of a woman, Erin was absolutely sure, and eager, not to miss out the invitation.

"You don't know me very well if you think I'll just stand by."

And, with a decisive turn on her toes, the therapist headed towards the blanket. She swiftly pulled her shirt over her head as she made her way over, dropping it alongside her other clothes and the half-filled cup of coffee with a caramel twist she still held.

Yes, not even that paper cup mattered in that moment.

"That's what I thought."

Alexia's voice was a husky whisper, almost like a praise and barely audible over the rhythmic sound of the waves and the rustling of palm leaves swaying with the ocean breeze, and yet it was enough to bring a subtle smile to Erin's lips.

The Ballon D'Or winner strode confidently into the dark waters, the cool waves lapping against her bare, muscled legs as she walked in deeper.

With a playful grin, Erin quickened her pace, and leaped on the captain's back, wrapping her slender arms around the athlete's shoulders and her legs around her waist.

Alexia chuckled, strong arms instinctively supporting Erin's weight as they waded deeper into the tranquil sea. "Jumping on me like that? Are you trying to give me more work with my knee?" she teased.

The therapist laughed softly, her breath warm as it tickled against the athlete's ear.

"Maybe I just wanted a ride from a Ballon D'Or winner?"

"You're lucky I'm strong, then," Alexia retorted with a smirk, adjusting her hold on Erin to make sure she was secure as the water rose around them, gently rocking their bodies in a soothing rhythm.

Wading out further, the sea dark soon surrounded them in a serene embrace.

The cove was secluded, sheltered by rocks and palm trees, shielding them from the outside world. The only sounds were the gentle lapping of waves and the occasional call of distant sea birds.

Perfect.

"Isn't it amazing out here?" the blonde murmured into the captain's neck as she gazed up at the starlit sky, feeling Alexia's arms tighten around her as she's lowered to her feet, and embraced in the captain's possessive hold. "I didn't know places like those exist here."

Alexia nodded, her chin resting on Erin's shoulder as they gently swayed with the current.

"Hm, it's one of my favorite places," she admitted, a soft smile curling on her lips, her voice so soft and calm and relaxed. "I come here to unwind, to escape chaos. I've never brought anyone here, though."

"Hm, I'm glad I'm your first, then," she confessed, cold fingertips tracing light patterns along the captain's spine.

And without a word, they leaned into each other, their lips meeting in a tender kiss.

Erin's breath caught as their lips met, and she sighed softly as the athlete's warmth enveloped her. It was a gentle dance of lips, a silent exchange of affection and desire, a kiss so tender it even surprised the Ballon D'Or winner.

This.

This was new to her.

The therapist melted into the embrace, melted in the captain's strong arms and in her possessive hold, her cold hands finding their way to Alexia's shoulders, fingers curling into the damp, tousled strands of bleached hair.