slut - Alexia Putellas

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good evening everyone.

you know what's sad? i only have two chapters left to write.. it feels strange to finish this, kinda.. 🧍🏼‍♀️ at least you all have more chapters to read.

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A day and a half later, the therapist found herself in her hotel room in downtown London, weary after a marathon of appointments and meetings.

She had just stepped out of the shower, and wrapped herself in one of the hotel towels, when her phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand.

Padding over to answer it, she sank onto the edge of the bed, her voice heavy with fatigue as she settled against the the headboard, grabbing the television remote and switching on the screen.

"Hey baby," she murmured, a soft, tired smile curling on her delicate lips.

„Buenas tardes, mi niña."

And immediately, the blonde noticed a difference in Alexia's voice - the slight raspiness that hinted at a mix of longing and weariness, a tone reserved for moments when emotions ran deep.

"Buenas tardes," Erin chuckled softly in response, making herself comfortable with the pillows behind her back, idly flipping through the channels as she held the phone to her ear. "What's up? Isn't it an hour later there?"

"Hm," the Ballon D'Or winner breathed, her deeper voice resonating warmly through the phone. "Do you like your hotel room, mi niña?"

Erin glanced around the room, taking in its modern decor and the soft, ambient lighting.

"Yeah, it's decent," she replied, her voice softening with gratitude for Alexia's concern. "Cozy enough for a few nights. Thank you for making this possible, baby."

Alexia's deeper chuckle rumbled gently through the line.

"You're welcome, Bonita. I wish I could be there with you," she confessed quietly, the longing palpable in her voice.

Erin's heart swelled with affection, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the distance between them.

"How was your day, amor? Are you managing okay?" Alexia spoke after a pause.

The therapist sighed, the weariness of the day seeping into her voice.

"It's been quite busy," she confessed, her voice tinged with fatigue. "Loads of meetings and evaluations. But I'm optimistic—we're definitely making headway. There's this upcoming sports therapy event where I'm slated to speak, but there's still some uncertainty with the organizers and management."

Alexia listened intently, her voice steady.

"I'm proud of you, Bonita," she murmured sincerely. "You're doing amazing work."

Erin's cheeks flushed with gratitude, her fatigue momentarily forgotten. "Thank you," she murmured, touched by the warmth of these words. "It means a lot to hear that."

The therapist settled deeper into her hotel bed, her tiredness easing slightly as Alexia's voice continued to fill the airwaves with warmth and affection.

"I wish you were here."

Erin's murmur was soft, her voice carrying a hint of longing as her gaze flickered from the television toward the ceiling, eyes fluttering shut as she imagined the captain's familiar face.

She couldn't help but envision the warmth in Alexia's hazel eyes, their usual sparkle softened by the late-night glow of their conversation.

She couldn't help her imagination as it painted the contours of Alexia's flawless face - the gentle curve of her cheeks, the sharp jawline whenever she tensed slightly, the faint freckles around her nose, and the way her lips, usually poised in a confident smile, now must held a hint of possessiveness.