Her Swimmer

I want this

The next morning, Alexia was still buzzing with excitement from the news Talia had shared with her. It was almost surreal—her girl, possibly living in Barcelona with her. Well, maybe not for sure yet, but Talia had said it was very likely. That was more than enough to fill Alexia's heart with joy.

Unable to contain her excitement, Alexia woke Talia up the best way she knew how—with soft kisses. She peppered them all over Talia's face, from her forehead to her cheeks and finally landing on her lips, her heart swelling when she saw the younger girl smile sleepily as her eyes fluttered open.

"Morning, pretty girl," Talia mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep, but her smile wide as she met Alexia's gaze.

Alexia couldn't help but grin back, her hands resting gently on either side of Talia's face. "Morning, amor," she whispered before stealing another kiss. She pulled back just enough to look into Talia's eyes, her voice soft but teasing. "I know I said I wanted to take you on a date today, but... do you think we could just stay in?" Alexia leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Talia's ear as she added in a hushed tone, "I can show you how we could wake up every morning if you stay."

Talia let out a soft laugh, her arms wrapping loosely around Alexia's neck. "You do know I'll have my own place, right, Lex? I won't be here here," she teased, her words playful but a little pointed.

Alexia, of course, completely ignored the comment, just like she had the last time Talia mentioned it. "Mmm," she hummed noncommittally, pressing her forehead to Talia's and kissing her nose softly. "But we could still wake up like this," she insisted, her tone hopeful as she nuzzled closer, determined to convince her princesa otherwise.

Talia shook her head with a laugh, knowing exactly what Alexia was trying to do. "You're impossible, you know that?" she teased, but her smile didn't fade. She didn't mind Alexia's little fantasies—after all, she wasn't opposed to the idea of spending her mornings like this either.

Alexia rolled atop Talia, feeling the warmth of their bodies mingling in the morning light filtering through the window. She gazed down at Talia, whose eyes were still heavy with sleep, and smiled, a playful spark igniting in her chest. "I'll make breakfast. What do you want, princesa?"

Talia blinked a few times, her voice still soft and slightly raspy from sleep. "I don't mind... what do you want to eat for breakfast?"

In that moment, a surge of confidence washed over Alexia, a daring impulse that seemed to come from nowhere. "You," she blurted, the words slipping past her lips before she could even process them.

Both girls froze, their eyes widening in shock at the unexpected confession. The playful atmosphere turned momentarily serious as they both registered the implications.

But Talia, ever the tease, was the first to break the silence, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Baby, if you wanted to eat me, all you had to do was ask," she purred, leaning in closer, her breath warm against Alexia's skin. "Or even better, you could have woken me up like that."

Her voice dropped an octave, the tone suggestive as she trailed a delicate finger down Alexia's jaw, along her neck, and across her collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Can you imagine that, Lex? You waking me up that way..."

Alexia felt her breath hitch in her throat, the image invading her mind with a fierce intensity. She could easily picture it—Talia, all tousled hair and sleepy eyes, welcoming her touch with soft moans that sent shivers down her spine.

God, Alexia could imagine how sweet Talia would taste, how intoxicating it would feel.

"Come on, Lex," Talia's voice was a teasing melody, drawing Alexia deeper into the fantasy. "Just think about it..."