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Unfortunately, Alexia was moving way too slowly, and it looked like she had never once been expected to do teamwork, which was a shame for a player of her aptitude.

"Alexia," you said for what had to be the tenth time, pulling off the elastic band from your side of the fitted sheets while watching her struggle with hers for the last two minutes. "Have you ever changed a fitted sheet once in your life? Why the hell is it taking you so long?"

"Of course I have!" She scoffed. 

You raised an eyebrow, and she folded.

"The elastic on this one is ridiculously tight, okay?! I have to stick my hand under the mattress," She held up her fingers in protest. "And I got my nails done yesterday. I don't want to ruin them!"

You blinked at her. "You cannot possibly be serious right now."

Suddenly, there was an impatient knock on the door, and Alexia let go of her side of the mattress. Of course she did. 

You closed your eyes tight, breathing in and out to not scream at her.

While Alexia wandered off towards the door, you walked to where she was once standing to do the (very, extremely) simple work of removing the fucking fitted sheets off yourself. 

All the while, a voice you knew very well called out from the other side of the door.

"Open up! We need to leave soon!" Clara's voice was sunny, and buoyant and utterly unwelcome, well, at least, by your part.

You froze in place with a handful of fitted (damp) sheets gripped tightly in your fist. "Oh no–"

Alexia apparently did not seem to understand that this was possibly the worst time to let a nineteen-year-old into the room. Instead, she smiled at the sound of Clara's voice and reached for the lock before you could mutter a word of protest. 

If she had taken one single look at your face, she would have seen the panic written all over; she would have noticed your eyes widening, the internal screaming for her to step away from the door immediately, but since she did not, the door swung open, and your lovely sister walked right in.

Clara was as cheerful as she was the last time you saw her on the pitch, except now she wore clean clothes instead of her dirty match kit. The kid took one step into the room, and her eyes quickly landed on you. 

You gulped, forcing a smile that did not come. Judging by the way Clara's eyebrow immediately lifted, you were probably frowning instead of smiling.

Your sister paused and narrowed her eyes. You could see that Clara instantly sensed your distress, like a shark sensing a droplet of blood in the ocean. Very slowly, very Hollywood-like, her gaze drifted to the now-bare, stripped mattress. 

You watched colour draining from her cheeks, her pale face turning to Alexia, who was just beaming, wholly oblivious to the situation happening around her.

"Hi, Serra!" Alexia greeted her happily, leaning against the wall next to the entrance,

She was treating Clara as if they hadn't seen each other in months instead of hours. Cute… completely adorable! But also deeply unhelpful! Where was her sense of urgency?! 

"Did Patri tell you what time she was meeting us or–?"

"Deu meu! No!" Clara's jaw dropped a centimetre per millisecond. "Please, por favor, don't tell me you two just–"

"Oh… perfect," You groaned as a furious blush rushed out from your neck all the way to the capillaries of your cheeks. You quickly threw the balled-up sheet and shoved it inside the wardrobe just to get it out of sight. "Clara, just close your eyes and try to pretend you didn't see the sheets, okay?"

Alexia stood perfectly still for a moment, slowly taking in the situation. But then, it all clicked in her head: Clara's reaction, the bed, and finally, what exactly you two had been doing before Clara walked in that resulted in you two having to strip the bed—

"Oh. Oh…" she said, her smile faltering. "Mmnn. S-sorry Serra, I don't think I should let you in…just yet."

You looked at Alexia deadpan, crossing your arms. "Oh, you think, Putellas?"

"Ay!" She protested, pouting. "Don't last-name me, mi amor! I was just excited to have the girls here, and I thought Patri was with‐"

"It's been less than an hour since we got to the hotel," Clara interrupted, looking like someone who had seen disgraceful things. "How can you two have already had sex?"

You and Alexia exchanged looks for a second, and then both of you looked at the girl.

"That's… that's actually plenty of time to–" Alexia began responding, right at the same moment Clara clamped both her hands over her ears.

"Ew!!" Clara said, offended, practically jumping backwards. "Don't tell me the details! That's so disgusting! What's wrong with you?!"

"You were the one who asked the question-?" Alexia pointed out, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Sí, pero–"

"Can the two of you please stop talking about this!" you interrupted loudly while wrestling a clean sheet onto the mattress. "Why does everything always seem to circle back to my sexual life!"

"My?" Alexia gasped, looking completely offended. "Excuse me? Our. I'm part of your sexual life!"

"I'm going to puke," Clara gagged. "I'm serious… I'm so nauseous."

"Please do so in the hallways and not in our room, por favor," Alexia replied, gesturing rather dramatically toward the open door, as if having to clean vomit would be the greatest inconvenience imaginable. You were a doctor, you were kind of familiar with it, so it wouldn't be that bad, right?

But Clara didn't move. Instead, her eyes widened even more, squinting intently at your collarbone  "Y/n… Is that a– a hickey!?"

You felt your stomach drop as though someone had put stones on it. Your hand flew up on pure instinct to cover your throat before you even thought about it. You hadn't had the chance to put on concealer yet. "No, it's not."

"Then why are you covering your neck?" Clara challenged, crossing her arms.

"B-because–"

Before you could come up with a more convincing lie, Clara turned entirely to Alexia, looking unimpressed. "Really, capi?" she asked. "In the neck? That's such a beginner move… Everyone can see it."

Alexia tilted her head, looking pretty offended "Excuse me? Beginner move? she pointed at herself. "I'm thirty-two!"

"Do you want to tell me something, Clara?" You interrupted, your own eyes at your youngest sister, who, seemingly, overnight, had become suspiciously knowledgeable about the art of giving hickeys.

"Ugh, no!" Clara said, blushing creeping up her cheeks, while she held her hands up defensively. "No! Of course not, mana!" her eyes darted away. "We can actually go back to talking about the fact that my captain was all over my sister!"

"Or," Alexia countered, a slow and dangerous smirk shining across her face as she sensed Clara's panic. " We can talk about you, Serra, and why you seem to know so much about the appropriate, hidden location to give people hickeys. 

Clara blushed so deeply and so rapidly that you became genuinely concerned about her blood pressure… Interesting, very interesting. You stared at her, making a mental note and snapping it into a place in your brain. You were definitely going to sit her down for a very long, very serious talk the second you got back from Oslo.

"Okay, stop!" you commanded, throwing your hands in the air. "No more talking about puking, and no more talking about sex, and no absolutely no more talking about hickeys!"

"Yes, Yes! Please, let's not talk about that ever again!" Clara agreed, clearly thrilled to have the spotlight off her own (possible) love life. 

Her enthusiasm only made her look guiltier. 

But then, in a change of mood of a true teenager, she looked towards Alexia, a smile shining bright on her face. 

"...And how's my favourite three time Bollon d'or doing?" Clara asked cheerfully, stepping forward to give Alexia a playful punch on her arm. "After today's game, you'll definitely win it, I can already see itAa Can I go with you? Please? To the red carpet?"

Alexia let out a dramatic huff, rolling her eyes as she walked into the bathroom. "There's no red carpet yet, Serra. You know I don't like it when you guys-"

"Yes! Yet!" Clara said. "You said yet. That's the spirit, capi!"

"Oh Dios mío," Alexia rolled her eyes.

"She's gonna win it, you know?" Clara whispered loudly to you and ignored the captain's attempt to modesty as she trailed behind Alexia into the bathroom. "Your novía is going to be a three-time ballon–"

"I can hear you, Serra," Alexia called out from the mirror.

You glanced over and found her frowning at her reflection while fixing her hair. Her expression should be annoying, but the faint smile tugging at her mouth ruined the whole effect completely. 

"-Loud and clear," she continued. "Stop, yeah?"

Clara grinned, and you couldn't help but grin too. 

The girls never missed a single opportunity to tease Alexia about her achievements, and despite all her complaining, she secretly seemed to enjoy it far more than she liked to admit, and you found that utterly hilarious. 

In the end, you realised a million things were happening at once: a possibly secret relationship brewing in your younger sister's life, a few too many (poorly hidden) hickeys burning on your neck, and an entire squad waiting downstairs while your girlfriend and your sister continued squabbling like siblings. 

But right now, your most pressing concern was getting your makeup done before the team bus left without you.

Both Alexia and Clara ended up crowded around the bathroom counter to finish their hair and makeup side by side. You leaned your shoulder against the doorway, simply watching with a small smile on your face. 

Alexia was so unbelievably patient and sweet with Clara. She shared her (expensive!!) products without complaining, gently helping her blend her blush the right way and correcting Clara whenever she got too impatient and tired and rushing through it. 

Watching the two of them together like that made you fall even deeper in love with Ale. A dangerous thought erupted in your chest without warning, making you wonder about future life with Alexia, one that involved living together. It made you wonder about (eventually) having a small version of her with those same hazel eyes clinging to your legs and calling you mama.

The image hit you so unexpectedly that you quickly shook your head, clearing the thoughts away. That was definitely not a conversation meant for right now. It was a conversation for a much, much older version of yourself… right?

In fact, you were so thoroughly blinded by love and distracted by your rather alarming thought that you completely missed the moment Alexia decided to pick up her phone and started an Instagram Live. 

Yes. 

Out of the two of them, Alexia was the one who chose to do it. 

This was a very unusual day.

"Hola culers!!" Clara beamed instantly as Alexia handed her the phone, only for Clara to focus the camera right back on the captain again. 

"Ay, no, no! Point it somewhere else," Alexia mumbled, waving her hand and leaning into the mirror to focus on applying her lipstick. "I don't like cameras."

Despite being literally one of the biggest names in women's football, Alexia was always shy whenever attention was directed solely at her.

It was ridiculous and incredibly endearing.

"It's your live and you don't even want to be in it?!" Clara asked, looking absolutely scandalised. "You're making your fans sad, Alexia!" 

"Fans, Serra? Please," Alexia laughed, shaking her head as she pressed her lips together to even out the lipstick. 

You chuckled from your spot in the doorway, and both of them snapped their heads to look at you at the exact same time. As if only now they remembered your presence.

Alexia paused, lipstick still held mid-air. The bathroom lighting was incredibly warm, hitting the sharp line of her jaw and making her look unfairly pretty.

You stared at her, your heart doing somersaults. 

You were definitely, absolutely going to have more sex tonight. In every possible position. Bedding be damned. Your back too.

"Guys!! Look who is here!"Clara immediately redirected the phone toward you. "This is my real hermana mayor! Say hi!! Oh, and be kind, yeah? she's a little shy." [Older sister]

You, just like Alexia, did not enjoy cameras.

On instinct, you spun around to escape being filmed… only to walk directly into a wall of a body. Patri had apparently let herself into the room at some point and was now standing right behind you. 

Great. 

Alexia's room was the official gathering point for the late-to-the-party teammates.

"Holaa chicas!" Patri smiled, her strong hands instantly grabbing your arms before you could take another step. "Can we go–Oh! Are you guys on live?" Her face lit up. "I want to be in it, too!"

She steered you back into the bathroom doorway with zero resistance to your protests, presenting you squarely in front of Clara and the phone as if you were the one who asked to participate in the live, and not her.

"Patri, no," You argued.

"Yes!" Clara and Patri said together.

"Jesus," you muttered, looking anywhere but at the screen. You looked so ugly up close! Damn, front cameras need to be destroyed.

"This is my mana," Clara continued cheerfully, shoving the phone close to your face as if you were not currently being held physically in place against your will.  "And this is my hermana mediana, Patri!!"

Patri smiled and leaned down to press a kiss on the top of Clara's head, then smoothly lifted the phone out of the nineteen-year-old's hands and turned the focus onto herself. "Serra was incredible today, right guys? Her and La Reina–"" 

You glanced at Alexia. 

She always went a little quiet when she heard that nickname, a faint blush appeared on her neck, a small dip of her head, like she still didn't quite know what to do with it, even after all this time. 

You kept your expression very neutral, digging your fingers into the doorframe to hold yourself back from crossing the room and kissing her.

"Are you the only one ready, y/n?" Patri asked, glancing at you with a grin, while Clara successfully wrestled the phone back in her own hand and went right back to chattering with it. 

You nodded.

"She's very efficient," Alexia said from the mirror, her eyes catching yours in the reflection. 

"I'm not efficient," you countered, voice low and shy, trying to ignore the spike of heat in your cheeks. "You and Clara just take double the time."

"Of course they do," Patri agreed, and without further warning, she reached out and took both Clara's and Alexia's faces in her hands at the same time, ruthlessly squeezing their cheeks together.  "Look at these two. Baby doll faces… munequitas!" [Dools]

Clara laughed loudly, the camera tilting. Alexia smiled awkwardly, blushing even deeper, completely helpless against the grip of her midfield partner.  

"Párate," Alexia mumbled, mortified, trying to swat Patri's hand away, but smiling nonetheless. [stop]

Clara was already scrolling through the comments on the live, squinting so hard at the screen that you were half tempted to confiscate the phone and send her to an eye doctor.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Someone just asked if Alexia always takes this long to get ready-?"

"I don't," Alexia said at the same time Patri said, "Yes."

Alexia shot her a grumpy look, and Patri smiled at her innocently.  Clara, meanwhile, continued to move through the comments. 

"Who is this girl? Guys!" She sounded offended."I already told you, she's my sister, like… my blood-related sister! We have the same last name!" 

Without any warning, she swung the camera towards you, catching you off guard again and making you recoil immediately. "Clara, stop it."

"She's a doctor, too!" Clara continued. "Do you want to come say hi, mana? Show the world your face?"

You shook your head immediately, hiding being Patri. "No." 

"Aw," Clara pouted, looking absolutely devastated. "Why not! Please, please, please!!"

"Just one hi, mi sol," Alexia said softly.

The words left her mouth before she could stop them, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror again. For a brief moment, neither of you reacted.

"You're gonna make the kid sad," she added, her voice dropping low, the usual cadence she reserved only for when you were both alone.

Mi sol.

Mi sol.

Mi sol.

Your mouth hung open, you looked at the phone, then at Alexia's obvious face. You lifted an eyebrow, trying to signal to her with your eye, "abort mission". 

"I- Mhm… S-she can handle a little sadness from time to time," you said back, your voice way too tight as you tried to pivot the conversation away from the term of endearment. "Y-you both spoil her far too much." 

"The people can hear everything you're both saying," Clara announced, more specifically to Alexia. She said it with the precise timing of a pest of a younger sibling who had been waiting for this. 

"W-what?" you asked.

"The whole… mi sol thing." Then she put her hand under the mic and whispered. "People are commenting about it!"

The bathroom went horrifyingly quiet. 

You and Alexia locked eyes in the mirror. Then, slowly, you both dropped to the phone, the live stream was still running perfectly, and the comments were scrolling faster than anyone could read them.

Mi sol. Mi sol. Mi s–

The eye contact with Alexia lasted longer than it should have. She had called your pet name, so… naturally. The atmosphere between you shifted into something awkward, of two people trying very hard to act normal and of course, failing spectacularly on it.

Alexia cleared her throat, suddenly becoming very interested in her makeup sponge. You, on the other hand, found a very tiny spot on the bathroom tiles that clearly required your absolute attention.

Patri looked between the two of you, then at Clara, then burst out laughing. It echoed off the walls and absolutely did not help the situation at all. If anything, it made it worse.

"I-I think I'm going to wait in the bedroom," you muttered, already turning on your heel to escape. 

Behind you, Clara was calling your name in a whine,e and Patri was still cackling, and Alexia had said nothing at all. But when you caught her eye one last time, she had her lips pressed together, staring very hard at her face in the mirror to keep from smiling.

You walked back out and collapsed onto the mattress, hoping for a single second of peace. But guess what happened once you settled into the warm and clean blankets? 

Salma walked straight into the room without knocking. It looked like Patri hadn't bothered to latch the door when she arrived. Salma, already visibly tipsy and glowing from the win, immediately threw herself at you, wrapping you in a massive bear hug.

"Mira, si no es la otra Serrajordi", she beamed into your ear. It was always a little weird hearing the player call you by your last name; usually, you just hear it around the hallways of the hospital back home. "How was the experience of the post-victory, huh?" [Look, it's the other Serrajordi]

You loosely pointed a finger toward the open bathroom door where Alexia's, Clara's and Patri's voices were echoing. The worst possible," you mumbled while rubbing your temples. "They are on li–"

"Estan en live?!" 

It seemed like your worst nightmare was Salmas'greatest joy.

She sprinted into the bathroom, and a second later, all you heard was a mix of laughter, screaming and teasing. Through the noise, you could hear Clara saying that Kika told her that everyone else was waiting for them to go to the bar. 

Usually, you were very good at finding your place in things. You were very good at minding your own business. But sitting out on the bed alone,  hearing the girls laugh while you waited… felt a little weird.

At the same time you wanted to be closer to Clara and Alexia, you were well aware that the internet would hyper-analyse every single frame of you and Ale together. So, you were taking one for the team.

Alexia, seemingly possessing super girlfriend powers, chose that exact moment to walk out of the bathroom. She shut the door behind her, locking the girls inside, and walked in your direction. 

She was wearing her dark blue champions shirt, just like every other girl on the squad. Her brunette hair was down, falling around her shoulders. She looked so breathtakingly pretty that you entirely forgot there were other people currently screaming in the next room over.

"Hey, guapa," she said softly. 

She reached down, taking your hands in her warm palms and gently pulling you closer to her. She forced you to sit upright on the edge of the bed, and since she was standing right on the floor at the edge of the mattress, she was towering over you perfectly. 

She stepped into your space, resting her chin right on top of your head and pressing a long and lingering kiss into your head.

"Why do I feel like your social battery is gone before we have even made it to the club?" she murmured.

"That's usually my baseline state after interacting with my sister for more than ten minutes," you mumbled into her shirt. You wrapped your arms around her waist, burying yourself in her before tilting your chin up onto her sternum to look up at her. "Sorry. I can't help it."

"Maybe with a few drinks in, you'll feel a little better," she suggested, a lazy, teasing smirk on her face as her thumb brushed your jawline.

"I can't drink," you said with a sigh. "My tolerance is practically zero."

"You can have one," she insisted softly, her eyes filling with affection.  "I'll take care of you. I promise I won't let you dance on top of tables or anything."

You chuckled, the tension in your shoulder starting to melt. Okay, maybe a drink or two would be nice. "How generous of you."

"I know," she said. "I'm a sweetheart."

For a moment, neither of you said anything, but then her smile faded slightly. 

"You are not mad, right?" she asked after a second, her teasing tone disappearing, turning hesitant, the change was very subtle, but of course you nodded it immediately. 

You frowned slightly, super confused at the shift. "Mad about what?"

"That I called you mi sol…?" she explained. "In the live, just now? I didn't mean to, it just… came out."

"Oh, of course not, love," you said immediately. "Of course I'm not mad. I mean, we've been together for months now. People are going to find out at some point."

"So you don't really mind," she pressed, looking way too vulnerable for a woman who had just won the champions league. "Being seen with me… like that?"

Instead of answering with words, you held onto her waist and firmly pulled her down. She let out a gasp as she fell right on top of you, her body pinning you.

Lying there under her, you were acutely aware of the muffled voices and laughter still coming from the bathroom, making the proximity feel entirely too reckless. "Never," you said, looking right into her eyes so she could see you meant it.

"Never, baby, I'm only like that because I love what we have so much, and I want to keep it just ours for as long as we can, okay? And… yeah, the public and the media scare me. I mean… not even my Instagram is public, so seeing this many people constantly watching you… watching Clara… It scares me. But it is never, ever, about you, Ale."

She smiled so beautifully, a look of relief flashing across her face, so much so that you couldn't help but reach up to kiss her. You parted your lips, testing her tongue as your hand came up to cup her jaw, pulling her further down to deepen the kiss. 

"My lipstick," she mumbled weakly against your mouth, though she wasn't actually trying to pull away. "You're going to completely ruin it."

"Mhm," you hummed. "Don't care."

"I spent a few minutes putting it on."

"I still don't care, Ale."

She smiled into the kiss and rolled her eyes, surrendering completely as she came back down to press her mouth to yours again. "Qué pesada eres, bebé," she muttered fondly. [you are so annoying, baby]

Even so, she leaned down again as your other hand slid down her back, moving lower to cup her ass over her jeans, pulling her hips flush against yours.

"Want you," you whispered, pout on your face.

"I know mi amor, but we can't–"

Like a bucket of ice being thrown directly over your head, the loud voices in the bathroom became calmer, and you heard the girl shouting goodbye to the live stream.

Alexia scrambled up from on top of you with the reflexes of a true professional athlete. She smoothed down her shirt and hurriedly walked to the vanity, correcting her lipstick with her thumb.

You sat up straight, smoothing down your shirt. 

The second the girls walked into the room, Clara immediately rolled her eyes while Patri and Salam exchanged highly amused smirks.

"What?!" you snapped defensively, your voice way too loud and fast. "What are you guys looking at? Vamos, the bus is going to leave us–"

"Chica," Patri interrupted, walking right past the bed, casually patting your shoulder, a look of mock pity written all over her face. "You have lipstick on your nose."

Your cheeks turned a deep crimson. You hissed out and raised the back of your hand to aggressively wipe at your nose, wishing the hotel floor would succumb with you.  "Oh fuck me," you said, more to yourself.

"You couldn't wait until after the club?" Salma smirked at you before shifting her gaze to wink at Alexia through the mirror. Alexia's shoulders went rigid, her cheek pink. "Damn, at this point I'm just going to start calling you two Lover girls."

"Please do not," Clara groaned, throwing her hand over her face.

By the time you arrived at the club, the panic of the Instagram Live disaster  – and the whole being caught thing – had mostly dissolved beneath the sound of reggaeton music and a few (too many) sugary drinks.

Barcelona had rented out a private venue exclusively for the squad, the staff, and their families. There were easily around a hundred people packed into the space, creating a dense sea of bodies in wildly different stages of drunkenness. Everyone was dancing, drinking and eating… simply having a good time.

Blue and red lights were shining over the room, but they were dim enough that you could barely make out anyone's face, which was honestly ideal. The team had a silent agreement about not taking photos or videos during the later hours of the party, when everyone was drunker than they should be, with mascara running down their cheeks, lipstick smudged, inhibitions lowered, and composure long abandoned. 

All the couples on the team were scattered around the club, completely unbothered as they kissed and danced freely now that the pressure of the cameras and public appearances had disappeared.

The atmosphere completely stripped away your usual reservedness, too.

You were tucked into a dimly lit booth beside Alexia, the heat of her body pressed against yours. You leaned your head back, looking around the room in search of Clara, but your sister was entirely occupied in the far corner of the club, laughing and dancing with the younger girls.

You turned back to Alexia. The alcohol humming pleasantly through your veins made you bolder than usual. Without really thinking about it, you leaned in, caught her jaw in your hand, and pressed your lips against hers. 

Alexia went completely stiff. She was clearly not expecting it. You had never, ever kissed her in a public place before. 

Even if the club was private, the reality of having her mother, your sister, her manager, and practically her entire professional circle in the same room usually kept both of you firmly on your best behaviour,  private, but, as it was obvious, tonight you seemed determined to break several rules at once.

The size of the crowd only made it feel more intimate; everyone was so wrapped up in their own celebrations that no one was paying any attention to the two of you tucked away. 

When you finally pulled back, the tables had completely turned. Now, you were the one pouting, staring at her with heavy, dissatisfied eyes.

"Kiss me, baby", you whispered, your fingers tightening slightly against her jaw. "Why don't you kiss me back? Don't want me?"

Alexia's pupils were blown wide, her breath hitching as she glanced nervously over your shoulder, but she made no attempt to move your hands away.  

"There are people here, mi sol," she murmured, her voice low. She said it as if you had forgotten where you were, it only made you roll your eyes. "We can't-"

"I don't care, Ale," you said, rather bratty, as you shuffled closer until your knees bumped against hers. "I've been thinking about you since we left the hotel."

Alexia tilted her head, an incredibly fond smirk breaking through her as she took in your flushed cheeks. "I think you might be a little bit tipsy, cariño. When you told me you had a low alcohol tolerance, I thought you were being a bit dramatic," she paused. "but… I guess not."

You pouted harder, leaning your forehead against her shoulder.

"I've only had two drinks, baby," you mumbled, voice so sweet you barely recognised yourself. "I am sober enough, yeah? So please... just one kiss?"

That was all it took to break her. Alexia also folded for you, always.

With a resigned growl, she slid her hand gently around the back of your neck to pull you back to her. The kiss lingered a little longer than it probably should have. It was enough for the kiss to turn heated and far too intense for a room full of people. 

Alexia's lips parted yours easily, her tongue tasting like the expensive drinks she had also been drinking. She slipped her tongue in, interviewing with you, completely devouring you with a sudden, desperate hunger that made your cunt pulse with need. 

The touching and the kissing got dangerous too quickly, and Alexia had to be the one to forcefully drag herself away, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rested her forehead against yours.

"My mum is here, baby," Alexia reminded you softly, breathing against your lips, her grip on your neck still there. "Clara, too. We can't do this here, alright? Later, I promise. Just a couple of hours and we'll leave."

You whined at the loss of contact and leaned forward to tease her lower lip with your teeth, biting it gently and feeling her trembling. Alexia closed her eyes as if she were trying her hardest to be the responsible one.

You touched her jaw, and Alexia opened her hazel eyes. You looked up at her through your lashes, completely undone by the alcohol and her touch. You were horny, the horniest you've been. 

That was exactly why you didn't drink.

"Please, mi amor," you whispered, your voice small, breathless and desperate. "I need you now, Ale."

Alexia's gaze dropped to your mouth, her jaw tightening as she fought a losing battle against herself. You never did this; you were usually the cautious one, the one reminding her to behave, the one who always worried about who might be watching. 

But right now, you were looking at her like the rest of the room had disappeared, and Alexia was the only person that mattered. 

"Joder, Y/n," she muttered, shaking her head. "What happened to you, baby? Want me that bad?"

Before you could answer, she stood up and grabbed your hand. "Come on."

You let her pull you up from the booth, guiding you through the crowd. A few of her teammates stopped to talk to her, but Alexia was good at pretending she was just taking care of her drunk girlfriend. 

"Hey! Where are you going?" Kika asked near the bar.

"Taking this one out for some fresh air," Alexia said, giving your joined hand a subtle squeeze.

Kika smirked, her eyes flickering between the two of you. "Oh, alright."

Alexia kept walking before Kika could say anything else. Instead of heading to the balcony, she turned left to make for the bathrooms. The second the door closed behind you, you were entirely all over her.

You didn't know what had shifted inside you between the hotel room and the club, but something had. Maybe if it was the alcohol,  maybe the celebration, maybe watching Alexia simply relax for once.

Whatever it was, it made you suddenly consumed by an overwhelming need to just take Alexia apart, or be taken apart by her.

For the first time, you completely understood everything she had said back at the hotel about cannibalism being an act of pure adoration and bla bla bla. You wanted to take physical bites of her, bit by bit, until there was nothing left of Alexia but you.

The bathroom was private and small, one of those single-occupancy ones. It had just a toilet, a mirror, and a sink with a counter. You immediately backed her up against the counter, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck to drag her face down to yours.

"I'm wet," you whispered against her lips straightaway. "I'm all messy, Ale."

A sudden, fleeting flash of your usual shyness hit you,u but it also disappeared immediately. You knew exactly what you had to say to make Alexia lose that stiffness in her shoulders. Right now, you didn't want her tense; you wanted her to want you, too, to not hold back.

Alexia let out a low groan, her forehead falling against your shoulder as she fought for what little restraint she still had. 

"Mi amor," she muttered, a mix of exasperation and affection. "I really don't think we should be having sex in a dirty club bathroom..."

But you were far too whiny, far too needy to listen to her logic or her reasoning.

The alcohol and the unadulterated craving for her had completely taken over. Without breaking eye contact, you reached down to unbutton your jeans, shoving the fabric out of the way. 

You caught her hand in yours, your fingers locking around her wrist as you guided her hand down between your thighs, forcing her fingers to press right against your soaked underwear. 

"Look, look amor," you whispered. "Look, I'm so wet, Ale. For you, baby."

Alexia let out a sharp moan into your neck, her entire body tensing at the sensation of your warm and slick underwear. 

"Oh, cariño... joder—" she breathed, her fingers were already slicking with your wetness as you tilted your pelvis hard into her hand. 

"Please, Ale?" you whimpered, your voice small, broken abnd desperate as you looked up. "We can do whatever you want with me once we get to the hotel, but please, I just need you now."

That was her absolute breaking point. 

Alexia didn't say another word. 

With a possessive growl, she hooked her fingers into the elastic of your underwear and hauled the fabric aside. She lifted you easily, setting your hips onto the edge of the counter, and jammed two of her long fingers deep inside you.

"Oh, fuck–" you moan, your head rolled back against the bathroom mirror, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat as Alexia immediately attacked your neck. 

She was kissing, biting, and licking your skin all over, claiming you while her long fingers began to move in a deep, punishing rhythm inside your tight walls.

You were so wet for her; the intrusion felt so pleasing, it was exactly what you needed. 

"Who would have thought that my girl would want to be fucked in a club bathroom, huh?" Alexia murmured against your skin, her fingers stretching you open effortlessly. "Any other fantasy you want to tell me?"

You whined, a sudden wave of warmth hitting your face that had nothing to do with the alcohol. "No teasing, Ale. Please–"

"No?" Alexia chuckled right against your ear, her fingers picking up the pace, curling deep inside you to find the exact spot that made your toes curl. "Por qué no? Estás tan mojada...no podías esperar a que volviéramos?" [Why not? You are so wet… You couldn't wait for us to go back?]

You were well aware ( and deeply embarrassed) of how completely desperate you sounded right now. 

Having sex in a public bathroom was such a juvenile, reckless thing to do, so completely out of character for you. Under normal circumstances, you would have been the first person pointing out all the reasons it was a terrible idea, but under her touch, you couldn't help it. Common sense had abandoned you entirely.

You were undone, your orgasm was so, so close. 

Desperate to ground yourself, you tangled your fingers into the hair at the nape of Alexia's neck, pulling her face away from your throat to bring her mouth directly to yours.

"Aah," you whined into the space between your lips. "I love you, baby. I love you, Ale."

Alexia truly was the softest person alive when it came to you. Hearing those words was all it took to completely shatter her teasing, dominant facade. 

Her breath hitched, her entire posture melting as she kissed you with a sudden, overwhelming tenderness that made your chest ache.

"I love you too, mi vida," she whispered against your mouth, her voice thick and entirely gone for you. "So, so much. My sweet girl. My love."

"Not sweet," you mumbled, tightening your walls against her fingers.

"Oh, you are," she said, kissing your cheek, your lips, her fingers working so gently now. "You really are, my love. You taste so good, too. I can't wait to eat you as soon as we get into the hotel, gonna bury my face in this sweet cunt of yours."

"Ale–" you gasped, your nails running down her clothed back. "Baby–I'm close."

"Sí?" She asked. "Vas a correr para mí, mi nena?" [Are you gonna cum for me, my girl?]

"Uhum," you nodded, pouting. "I'm so close… c-can I?"

"You cum whenever you want, my love," Alexia said, "I'm here, amor, cum for me."

Alexia fused her mouth against hers and swallowed your cries as her hand kept moving, driving you toward your climax. 

With her thumb pressing against your clit and her fingers thrusting inside your pussy perfectly, the friction became too much to bear. Your hips stuttered against the cold counter, your body arching into her hand as a orgasm took over you.

Your breathing was all wrong. Your heart was beating too fast. Alexia had broken you, or maybe you had broken yourself. 

You could feel your pulse against her fingers, still buried deep inside of you; seemingly, she didn't want to leave you.

When the haziness finally passed, when your body felt like your own, the silence of the bathroom rushed back in, broken only by your ragged breathing.

The alcohol-fueled boldness completely vanished, replaced by an acute, overwhelming wave of post-climax embarrassment. 

Slowly, you realised exactly what you had just demanded of her in a public venue, and immediately scrambled off the counter, frantically pulling your pants up and buttoning them with trembling, uncoordinated fingers. 

You couldn't even look her in the eye, your face burning crimson as you stared intensely at the sink. 

"I-I'm sorry. I-" You put your hand over your face. "I-I think I was.. a bit horny."

Alexia just stood there, entirely amused, taking a step closer to the sink to wash your slick fluids off her hands. "Oh, you think?" She said, smiling.

She rinsed her hands clean under the water, shook off the excess, and then leaned against the counter. The way she looked felt too pornographic. She watched you with a fond grin playing on her lips.

"You are awfully shy today, cariño," she teased softly, reaching out to gently pry your hands away from your face. "Come here, let me see that pretty face of yours."

You pouted, stubbornly refusing to look at her, keeping your eyes on the white floor. "No, don't look at me. I'm so embarrassed. We are never speaking of this again, alright? Let's forget this even happened."

Alexia just laughed, leaning down to press a soft, sweet kiss to your burning cheek.

"Whatever you say, mi sol," she murmured, but then, she leaned even closer, her mouth closer to your ear. "But I'm never forgetting the way you came so pretty all over my fingers."

You groaned, mortified. 

Alexia stopped her movements to really look at you, taking in your flushed skin and rumpled clothes. Her expression softened into something that you could only call protective and attentive.

She knew exactly how your brain worked, as much as she loved teasing you, she didn't want to actually push your embarrassment past its limit. 

"Hey," she said tenderly, her index finger hooking into your belt loop. She gave a slight tug, bringing you closer. "Want me to help you clean up?"

Your head snapped up, your eyes wide. "I said stop teasing!"

"I'm not teasing amor," Alexia said, her voice calm and reasonable, which only made you more embarrassed. "You were very wet, and you always complain that it makes you uncomfortable afterwards, and we aren't exactly at home with our towels, so–"

Unfortunately. Alexia was right, the wetness spread on your inner thighs and dampening your underwear was already slick and cold, ready to become a sensory hell if you didn't do something about it. 

"Stop, stop talking about towels and-and me being wet, please," you mumbled, your voice dropping as you let her pull you completely forward by your belt loop.

Alexia looked down. "So… want me to help you, or do you want me to turn around?"

You swallowed hard, and with a hopeless voice, you said "Turn around, please."

You carefully checked both sides of the hallway before stepping fully out of the bathroom corridor. To your relief, nobody seemed to have noticed your absence at all; the party was still going strong.

Feeling tired by everything that had happened over the last few hours, you and Alexia decided to come back to the same booth near the back to just sit down for a bit.

The second you slid onto the seat, you buried your face straight into the crook of her neck, still confused and mortified by what had just possessed you in that bathroom.

Alexia noticed your sudden retreat, but she didn't make a big deal out of it. Instead, she chuckled softly and wrapped her arm around your waist. Her thumb slipped naturally beneath the hem of your shirt, tracing lazy circles directly against your skin while she pressed a tender kiss to your temple.

A waitress stopped by the table a moment later, putting a couple of glasses on it. Alexia thanked her and picked up one of the glasses before pressing the glass into your hand. 

"Drink," she murmured close to your ear. "Your lips are cracked, and it's hot here."

"No," you muttered into her skin, completely pouty and refusing to lift your head.

"Why not?" Alexia asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

"I am too embarrassed to look at you right now."

Alexia burst out laughing. "Baby, we have done way worse things than that before... don't be embarrassed."

"That's not helping."

"Perdon, perdon…" she chuckled, thinking for a second. "What about this: You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about?"

"I acted completely desperate," you groaned, hiding deeper into her neck.

"You were desperate," Alexia pointed out mercilessly. "Un poquito, sí." [A little, yes]

You rolled your eyes against her skin, your cheeks burning hot. "You are enjoying this way too much."

Alexia's grin was huge, completely wicked and proud as her thumb kept stroking your waist. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping into a smoky whisper that sent a fresh shiver straight down your spine.

"Claro que sí. Te has corrido dos veces hoy y soy la campeona de Europa... Tengo todo el derecho a disfrutarlo." [Of course I am. I made you cum twice today, and I'm a European champion… I have the right to enjoy this.]

☆ A/n: I hope you guys liked it! Once again I'm trying very hard to make this universe as realistic as possible, it's not very easy because I have to do a lot of thinking, so I'm honestly drained from all the writing i've been doing the last few days haha.

but oh I've been having a lot of thought about this universe lately, , ones that would add a bit of drama hehe.... because what if Clara was dating someone a bit too old for her? and oh! Reader just told me she got a job offer in england! hehe <3.....

the end! or is it? ;)