Girls like girls | Elisa de Almeida - fanfic ♡ (english)

fourteen ♡

I'M REALLY REALLY SORRY for all the time that I've been busy. 

Enjoy this mini marathon, two caps, fourteen and fifteen.

All the girls had thoroughly enjoyed the party night; they had fun, and some even danced. Élisa spent most of the time watching Celine. Even though she had declared "war," she didn't enjoy seeing her spend so much time with Pauline. During this time, she also noticed that Celine was ignoring some calls on her phone, wondering if she was avoiding Hervé.

Why hasn't she come back to the room yet? Is she not planning to sleep here? The Parisian defender couldn't stop thinking, each thought irritating her more.

After the party ended, she saw that Celine was drunk and was heading back with Pauline. However, it seemed odd that she hadn't yet returned to the room, even though they'd all arrived around the same time, albeit in different cars.

Unable to quiet her mind, Élisa had no choice but to sneak a peek into the living room—no one would catch her if she tiptoed.

She got up from the bed and embarked on a quiet journey through the dark, hoping to avoid detection in case she found something. As she walked, she thought, Am I really going crazy? Why am I doing this? She slowly approached the stairs and started to hear Celine's voice.

I was right. She's here with someone. Is she still with Pauline?

Her angry expression changed in a second as Celine's voice was interrupted by Hervé's.

"Why did you go with them?" he asked angrily.

"What's the problem?" she replied irritably, her voice slurred from the alcohol.

Élisa grew furious every time Hervé spoke harshly to Celine; unconsciously, she clenched her fists, frustrated by hearing her treated that way.

"Are you drunk?" he asked in an annoyed tone. "You're here to work, not to make friends and get drunk."

"Anything else?" Celine wanted her older boyfriend to finish the lecture and let her go.

"Why were you ignoring my calls?" he demanded.

The defender couldn't keep listening to this conversation, but she also didn't want that idiot to keep talking to her like that. So, she decided to turn on the stairway light to interrupt them. Sure enough, Hervé quickly changed the subject and bid Celine a hasty goodbye.

Élisa came down the stairs, pretending she hadn't heard anything.

"Élisaaaa," Celine slurred, elongating the last syllable, clearly drunk. "Did you hear anything?"

The defender shook her head as she poured a glass of water. "All right, I'll see you in the room," Celine replied.

She made an attempt to leave but clumsily tripped on the first step.

"Oh, I didn't see that the stairs started here," she said out loud.

Élisa smiled at how endearing that was. She quickly put down the glass and went to help her. She extended her hand to help her up but then decided it would be easier to carry her. Without asking for permission, she scooped her up in both arms, catching her by surprise.

"Why are you carrying me, Élisa de Almeida? What are you going to do to me?" Celine asked, raising her voice in a suggestive tone.

"Shh, you'll wake everyone up if you keep complaining."

Celine's face was so close to Élisa's neck, and she couldn't help but wrap her arms around the defender's neck, shortening the distance even more. She smelled of alcohol, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were half-closed. Her heart began to race, fearing Celine might even feel it.

As they entered the room, she gently laid Celine on her bed, which glowed softly in the moonlight streaming through the large window.

"You came down to look for me, didn't you?" Celine asked, smiling at her from the bed. Élisa cursed the fact that she was drunk since drunk people were usually more direct.

"I came for water," she answered simply.

"I don't believe you," Celine said with a playful smile, her accent growing thicker as she slurred.

Élisa was captivated by her; she looked beautiful with the moonlight illuminating her face, without makeup, her skin glowing. She longed to jump into bed and finally share that kiss they hadn't completed; she needed to feel her lips on hers, but this was the worst possible moment.

"Just like I don't believe you enjoyed yourself with those girls at the party," Celine said suddenly.

The defender laughed.

Dear God, this is going to be an interesting night, Élisa thought.

"Oh, really?" Élisa replied as if challenging her. "And I suppose you were having a fantastic time with Pauline," she said sarcastically.

"Actually, yes," Celine replied, standing up from the bed and heading toward the closet. The defender laughed out loud.

Élisa grabbed her by the arm, pulling her close.

"More than with me?" she asked in a husky voice near Celine's ear.

This sent electric shocks all over Celine's skin, probably thanks to the alcohol she'd forget the entire conversation by morning, but this feeling would definitely stay with her.

Unable to resist, Celine's knees wobbled slightly from Élisa's grip, her closeness, and the alcohol. Sensing this, Élisa decided to tease her more and subtly pushed her back against the closet door, trapping her with both arms as Celine's breathing grew more ragged.

"Why are you nervous, Celine?" she asked in a demanding tone, relishing the feeling of having power and control over someone.

Celine began laughing softly.

"Because I like you, Élisa," she said, smiling drunkenly, her alcohol-laden breath hitting the stunned defender's face as she slowly stopped trapping her. "Ever since you asked if I played for Switzerland at the Nations League opening dinner, to be exact..."

"Celine, stop..." Élisa said seriously, but Celine was too drunk to process anything.

"Yes! I've liked you since then," she said, wandering around the room, gesturing. "But I realized it when you gave me the jersey..."

"Celine..." Élisa murmured.

"...and now I dared to tell you," she laughed.

This confession felt like a bucket of cold water to Élisa; she wasn't prepared to hear any of that, let alone face her own feelings.

"You like me too, right?" Celine asked childishly.

"Let's go to sleep, Celine," she dodged the question, taking her gently by the arm and guiding her to bed.

Celine seemed like a little girl, allowing Élisa to guide her and lying down.

"Hey, I asked you a question," she said, pulling up the covers. "Answer me."

Élisa sat on the edge of the bed, her back to Celine. She ran a hand over her face and sighed.

"A lot, Celine," she whispered. "I like you a lot."

After confessing, she turned to look at Celine, wondering what her response would be, but she saw that she had already closed her eyes. The moment her head hit the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep. Élisa stayed for a few seconds watching her, admiring each part of her face, wondering how such beauty could exist in one woman.

As she headed to her bed, the defender couldn't stop thinking about the before-and-after that this night would mark. At first, it had been fun, provoking each other, playing this game between them. But today, things had become real, very real. The head coach's girlfriend had just confessed her feelings for a player. What if everything came to light? What if she lost the team for getting involved in a drama like this?

Oh mon Dieu saint...

I'm in love with Celine, and she with me...

And that's not good.