Lover II- ML

302. Number One Fan

AN: sorry it's a shorter one here, but an early upload. I hope you enjoy!

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The throb between Kaia's legs was still very much there as she took her seat a few hours later in a Spanish home shirt that matched her wife's identically.

She watched Mapi warm up with the smile on her lips never faltering; laughing, joking and genuinely having fun out there with her teammates.

Fabian was sat at Kaia's side, in his own Spanish shirt with his legs swinging back and forth as he fed himself his sandwich.

Eduardo was at his side, whilst his fluffy blanket was below him and stopping him from spilling anything on the leather VIP seats.

The cameras hadn't been on them much, more focused on Spain's opening game and the anticipation around their title as world champion's.

Spain were calm though, knowing Portugal were a threat but also knowing they could combat it with ease if they follow their tactical plan.

Kaia was watching on fondly as Mapi lead her young mascot out by the hand, fire shooting into the air as the two teams took their places for the national anthems.

"Ooo." Fabian awes at the hot flames shooting up into the sky, momentarily putting his sandwich down to climb over into Kaia's lap. "Mami, wow."

"Wow." Kaia agrees amusedly, letting him slip between her arms as she points her phone at the two line ups.

Already, Kaia was enjoying this tournament more than others. Her and Mapi were so close even on the other side of the country and they had Fabian here to experience it as well.

Leah was right, that Fabian completely disregarded the fact he had been away from Kaia for over a week now they were back together.

He was still so cuddly and smiley, so shameless in the way he pulled for Kaia's attention so they could enjoy the impressive display together.

Although Kaia did notice the way Fabian's eyes filled up and he forced a shaky smile as they were saying goodbye to Mapi before the game.

She hated it when he cried, when it was genuine upset instead of a tantrum for not getting what he wanted.

But those tears for Mapi leaving them lasted all of a minute when he got distracted by a poster with Alooloo and Tree (Alexia and Patri) on the wall.

He oo'ed again, then Kaia handed him the match day programme to flick through if he was bored during the game.

So now he sat happily between Kaia's supportive arms, his chair at their side being a table for food, drinks, blankets and Eduardo to sit until Fabian wanted him.

Kaia was glad for him being so still in her lap, because it meant she could concentrate on the football and let her eyes linger on Mapi in a way that was harrowingly yearning.

Every small movement, tuck of her shirt or call out to the back line had Kaia smiling softly at her wife.

Mapi was so perfect. Perfect for Spain and Barcelona, perfect for Kaia and Fabian.

Maybe Kaia was still feeling the aftereffects Mapi's tongue had on her, but her heart found itself thumping that little bit more when she stared down at Mapi representing her country.

"Mami, me." Fabian lifts his feet up to stand on the seat between Kaia's legs, wrapping his arms around her neck and blocking her view momentarily.

But Kaia simply wraps her arms around his waist, letting him cuddle into her as she keeps her attention mostly on the game. "Are you ok?" She double checks, kissing him softly on the cheek.