(Alexia Putellas and Olga Rios)
Alexia Putellas stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting her training top and smiling at the faint sheen of sweat on her skin. Today had been a tough day at practice, but she loved the burn in her muscles and the satisfaction of knowing she was getting stronger. She ran a hand through her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail, when her phone buzzed on the countertop.
It was a message from Olga Rios: "Call me when you're there. I bought you something rare. Left it under 'Claire'."
Alexia's heart skipped a beat. Olga had always been mysterious, the way she played with words, the way she always kept Alexia on her toes. They had known each other for years, their friendship formed on the field, but recently, something had shifted. The way Olga looked at her, the playful glint in her eye, the touch that lingered a second too long—it was more than just a friendship. It was an unspoken craving.
Intrigued, Alexia grabbed her bag and headed out the door, her mind racing with possibilities. The drive to Olga's place felt longer than usual, the anticipation bubbling up inside her like a pot about to boil over. When she finally arrived, she parked her car and made her way up the stairs to Olga's apartment.
The door was slightly ajar, and Alexia pushed it open, stepping into the familiar warmth of Olga's home. The scent of fresh linen and something sweet lingered in the air. There was a note on the kitchen counter that read, "Upstairs. Left something for you."
Alexia's pulse quickened as she made her way up the stairs, the creak of the wooden steps echoing in the quiet space. She found herself standing outside Olga's bedroom, the door slightly ajar. Inside, Olga was standing in front of her mirror, her back turned to the door, wearing a dress that Alexia had never seen before—something elegant, something that hugged her curves just right.
"Oh my God, your skin's so clear," Alexia whispered, more to herself than anyone else.
Olga turned around, a slow, seductive smile spreading across her lips. "Come in, Lexi. You like what you see?"
Alexia swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "You look... incredible."
"Glad you think so," Olga said, stepping closer, her eyes never leaving Alexia's. "I left something for you under the name 'Claire'—it's something special."
Alexia walked further into the room, noticing a neatly wrapped box on the bed with a tag that read "Claire." She picked it up and unwrapped it carefully, revealing a stunning necklace, a simple but beautiful piece that shimmered under the light.
"It's beautiful," Alexia said, looking up at Olga, who was now standing just inches away.
"Just like you," Olga murmured, her voice low, her gaze intense. She reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind Alexia's ear. "You were made for me, Lexi. I've known it for a long time."
Alexia felt a shiver run down her spine. She wanted to say something, anything, but the words were caught in her throat. Instead, she leaned in, their lips inches apart, the tension between them electric.
"Olga," Alexia whispered, her breath warm against Olga's skin.
"I want more than just friendship, Lexi," Olga confessed, her hand trailing down Alexia's arm, sending sparks through her body. "I've wanted you for so long. And I think... I think you want me too."
Alexia's resolve melted away as she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting Olga's in a slow, passionate kiss. The world seemed to disappear around them as they lost themselves in each other, the taste of desire on their tongues.
When they finally pulled away, breathless, Alexia smiled, her heart racing. "You're right. I've been craving you... more than I can put into words."
Olga grinned, pulling her into another kiss, this one more urgent, more hungry. "Then let's make up for lost time."
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of whispered promises and stolen kisses, each moment more intoxicating than the last. As they lay together, tangled in sheets, Alexia traced lazy patterns on Olga's skin, her mind replaying the events of the night.
She had always known there was something special about Olga, something rare and beautiful. But now, she realized it was more than just a crush. It was a deep, insatiable craving, one she could never get enough of.
Olga turned to her, a satisfied smile on her lips. "I think we've found something real here, Lexi."
Alexia nodded, her heart full. "Yeah... I think you might be the one."
Olga chuckled softly, pulling Alexia closer. "Good, because I'm not letting you go."
As they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, Alexia couldn't help but feel like she was exactly where she was meant to be—right there, in Olga's arms, tasting the sweetness of something new, something she never wanted to end.
