slut - Alexia Putellas

44.

good evening.

we've got a shorter chapter today, so let's take a few deep breaths and enjoy this... and, well, mentally prepare for the upcoming parts of slut.

enjoy. ☕️✍🏼

The day of Erin's departure for a couple of appointments in England drew near, and before either of them realized, the morning of her flight arrived with a crisp, clear sky, the sun casting a golden hue over the city as Alexia pulled up at the airport.

Parking just by the entrance, the Ballon D'Or winner turned off the engine and, for a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, neither of them daring to move, as in not wanting the ride to end.

The blonde glanced over at Alexia, taking in the soft lines of concern etched on her face.

"Here we are," the midfielder finally said, her voice gentle as she turned to face Erin. "Are you all set?"

Erin nodded, her heart heavy yet warmed by Alexia's presence. "Yeah," she replied softly. "Just need to grab my bags."

Reaching over, Alexia's warm hand found Erin's and gave it a reassuring squeeze, her thumb lightly brushing over the knuckles. "I'll get them," she offered, already unbuckling her seatbelt and stepping out of the car.

The therapist watched Alexia pop open the trunk and retrieve her suitcase and carry-on and, as she approached, Erin stood waiting by the passenger side, her expression a mixture of gratitude and sadness.

This didn't feel right.

This felt wrong.

Setting the bags down gently beside Erin, the athlete wrapped her in a warm embrace, and the therapist melted into the hug, breathing in Alexia's familiar scent - subtle hints of her favorite perfume mixed with a faint trace of morning coffee.

"I wish you didn't have to go," the Ballon D'Or winner murmured against Erin's hair, strong arms holding her close.

Nuzzling her head into the crook of Alexia's neck, cold hands rested lightly on the captain's waist as she arched into the embrace, craving as much of the intimacy as she could before leaving.

"I know," she mumbled softly, her voice thick with emotion. "But it's just a few days. I'll be back before you know it."

Alexia smiled as she pulled away, brushing a stray lock of golden blonde hair away from Erin's face.

"I'll be counting down the minutes."

Suddenly, the morning peace and the intimate moment was shattered by an impatient voice cutting through the air.

"Excuse me, you're blocking the way!"

The middle-aged man's tone was sharp, annoyance etched deeply on his face as he gestured towards Alexia's parked sports car.

And the Ballon D'Or winner's patience wore thin as she turned to face the man. Immediately, her posture stiffened slightly, a hint of authority creeping into her voice. "I'll only be a moment," she stated firmly, her gaze steady as she met the man's frustrated glare.

The man's irritation flared, his impatience palpable.

"You shouldn't be parked like this," he retorted, his voice rising in annoyance. "People need to get through!"

Alexia's jaw tightened, her voice remaining calm but authoritative.

"I hear you, Sir. As soon as I've seen my girl off, I'll be out of your way, si?" she replied evenly, her tone brooking no further argument, indicating the end of discussion.

The man huffed in frustration, clearly dissatisfied with Alexia's response.

"This is ridiculous," he muttered under his breath as he reluctantly moved around the car and continued on his way.

The athlete watched him go with a steadfast gaze, anger simmering beneath the surface, and she inhaled a deep breath, before exhaling slowly, trying to let go of the tension that had built up.

Turning back to face Erin, her expression softened immediately.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," the Ballon D'Or winner whispered, reaching out to pull the therapist into her embrace once more.

The blonde offered a supportive smile.

"It's okay," she replied calmly as she melted into the embrace, her slender arms instinctively finding their way around Alexia's neck. "Let's not let him ruin our moment."

Nodding in agreement, the midfielder felt the tension ease away as she leaned forward to press a tender kiss on Erin's forehead.

"You're right," she murmured, her fingers tenderly brushing through the blonde's hair. "Let's focus on us."

Standing together for another quiet moment, the warmth of their connection soothing the lingering frustration, they didn't bother taking longer than the stranger would like.

With a final embrace, the therapist stepped back.

"I'll text you as soon as I land," Erin promised, her fingers tracing patterns on the print of Alexia's oversized shirt.

"You will," the athlete replied firmly, before her expression softened, her gaze never leaving Erin's. "And I'll be waiting, Bonita."

With a final, lingering kiss on Alexia's lips, the therapist reluctantly pulled away and gathered her stuff, before turning to head towards the airport entrance.

Glancing back one last time, she found the Ballon D'Or winner watching her every move until she disappeared from sight.

Alexia remained rooted to the spot even after the blonde had left, exhaling slowly as she tucked her hands into her pockets, her chest warm where Erin's touch still lingered.

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so... who'll be there tomorrow? 😏
it might be worth it 🙊