slut - Alexia Putellas

53.

good evening.

my paint is getting dry, have to keep going so i'll finish painting the kitchen before midnight. somebody help?

enjoy. ☕️✍🏼

A while later, the soft glow of the bedside lamp enveloped the room in a gentle, warm embrace, casting a soothing hue over the scene.

Erin sat propped against the headboard, legs stretched out comfortably beneath the sheets, while the Ballon D'Or winner lay nestled against her slender form, her head resting comfortably in the blonde's lap.

Cold fingertips traced delicate, intricate patterns on Alexia's bronzed, perfectly tanned skin, marveling at the contrast of their textures - the smoothness of the captain's warmth against the coolness of her own touch.

Each stroke along the athlete's bare, muscular back elicited tiny goosebumps, and the softest of sighs to escape Alexia's lips.

The captain's hazel eyes drifted shut, her breathing deep and steady as she moved her own hand with meticulous care, her warm palm roaming over the bruises still visible on Erin's knee and outer thigh.

The aftermath of the accident lingered in faint marks, and Alexia's fingertips traced them softly, moving tenderly over the blonde's injuries.

"I liked this side of you," the therapist murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper as her hand roamed up the captain's spine, lingering on the nape of her neck. "I love how you're so many things, so many personalities wrapped into one."

The Ballon D'Or winner shifted slightly, her hazel eyes meeting Erin's with adoration.

"I'm glad you see that, Bonita. It means a lot to me," she confessed, warm fingers brushing over the therapist's thigh gently.

"I was terrified that you wouldn't forgive me, or worse, that I'd never have the opportunity to apologize to you."

The captain's vulnerable words had the blonde tense.

Propping herself up slightly, Erin's cold fingers traced the contours of Alexia's jawline, before gently threading through strands of tousled, bleached hair and tucking them behind her ear.

"I forgave you because I love you, Ale," she confessed, her voice filled with sincerity.

Leaning back against the headrest, her fingertips lingered in Alexia's hair, the warmth of her touch a stark contrast to her ice cold fingers.

Alexia's heart ached at the memory of that fateful day.

"I've never been so scared in my life," she admitted, her voice wavering with emotion. "When they took you away in that ambulance, I felt like my whole world was collapsing. I felt lost, like everything had been ripped away from me. And it was my fault, it was... I was so stupid."

Erin's expression softened with understanding, her fingers instinctively reaching out to intertwine with Alexia's.

"At least you've learned from this," she murmured, bringing the captain's hand to her lips and pressing a tender kiss to back of it, while warm fingertips trace over her knuckles softly.

They lay in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, the day's and week's events settling into a peaceful lull.

That was, until Alexia's calm, slightly weary voice broke the quietude.

"What's on your mind?"

The therapist's gaze drifted to the opposite wall, her expression contemplative. "I was thinking... about putting up a picture there," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of wistfulness.