charlie

"There isn't much to say about her," you began slowly, trying to dig up memories of your life with your ex. You didn't like thinking too much about her, or who you were when you were together.

"Selene was cool, very cool… That's what got me attracted to her in the first place. She was smarter, funnier, and more confident than me. And when she took a liking to me, it felt...  nice, you know? She was a bit older too, which seemed cooler than it does now."

Selene's favourite flowers were daffodils; she took pictures whenever she found them outside. Selene's favourite colour was orange, and she detested darker shades. Selene was kind to everyone else but you. Selene smelled like mango. Mango was your favourite fruit, still is. Not because of her, though.

You weren't sure you were supposed to be sharing all of that with Alexia, so you stopped talking. Alexia, however, did not appreciate the halt.

"Okay… more," Alexia instructed, her tone flat and commanding, as if she had simply decided you were a small robot programmed to comply with her demands.

And you were, a little bit. For her, at least.

"She was a good person, most of the time," you told Alexia. "But being with her wasn't nice. I think we brought out the worst in each other."

You took a longer pause this time. Alexia didn't break the silence, which you were grateful for. She was slowly learning that your silences weren't always an invitation to keep asking questions. Sometimes they merely meant your brain was trying to process some difficult thoughts. 

"She wasn't very patient with me," you admitted, staring ahead, making a point not to look at Alexia. "And I think… I think I need people to be patient with me when it comes to... sex and just relationships in general. And she wasn't. So yeah." You exhaled slowly. "That's that. Not very nice. That's why we broke up."

"Yeah…" Alexia agreed quietly, her arm tightening around you. "Not very nice of Selene at all."

The room fell still for a moment.

"She was my first, too," you added, the realisation only highlighting how messy the breakup had actually been. "I even considered joining my parents' church and becoming a nun."

Alexia went dead still. Then she pushed herself up onto her elbow, hovering over to look straight into your face.

"She was your first? The first girl you had sex with?"

"Mhmmm. First person, yes." You kept your eyes glued on the ceiling. "She was the lucky one," you added dryly, throwing the joke into the room because you felt like you had ruined the soft atmosphere you had both been wrapped in. 

(And also because you felt too exposed).

Alexia didn't smile. Great. 

You had officially ruined her evening.

"You never told me that," she said, her voice a bit heavy. 

"I think we've both established by now that I barely tell you anything," You replied, glancing up at her. "That's not exactly new information."

"Still." She was staring down at you with an expression that meant she was recalibrating something internally. "I would have liked to know that."

You smiled at the dramatics of it. 

"Would you also like to know that you're my second?"

Alexia froze. It was a total and immediate freeze, as if someone had hit pause on her entire nervous system. 

"I'm your second?" she repeated slowly, her eyes widening. "You've only been with two people? You've only had sex with two people?!"

You weren't sure what reaction you had been expecting. Something warmer, maybe, or at least a little more casual. But the shock in her tone made heat rush to your face before your brain could even try to fight it.

"I-I… well, yeah," you stammered, feeling your cheeks turn beet red. "I-I mean–"

"Hey, sorry, I think I'm overreacting," she started, softening and leaning in closer. "There's nothing to be–"

"If you say 'there's nothing to be embarrassed about'", you interrupted, pressing a single finger over her lips, "I will be significantly more embarrassed than I currently am."

Alexia gently moved your finger, her hand wrapping around your wrist. "I just thought you would have been with more people," she admitted quietly, and now it was her turn to flush. "That's all… because you are good at it. At, mhm, sex."

You tilted your head, forcing a slight smirk as you scrambled to pull the control of the conversation back into your hands. "You think so, capi?"

She pouted, nosing at your cheek. "Not capi. Just Ale."

"Okay, Ale," you murmured, letting her press her lips to your cheekbone. "You think I'm good at sex? What's your favourite thing about it, huh?"

Alexia rolled her eyes and flushed a deep pink. "I know you are deflecting again, but… I'll give you this. I-I like when you strap me."

Hearing the Spain and Barcelona captain stumble over the word strap made the blush on your face spike to temperatures previously unrecorded by science. It was an anomaly capable of melting a polar ice cap and leaving hundreds of little polar bears homeless. 

"Well, you can thank Selene for that," you murmured, using the line out purely as a shield to hide the prickling insecurity of having so little experience.

Alexia's expression changed. Her embarrassment disappeared, her mouth pulling into a displeased little pout.

"No," she said, her voice dropping.

"No?"

"Don't say that."

"Why?" you asked, tilting your head as you tried to suppress a smile.

"Because I don't want to hear about her… like that."

Jealous Alexia was back. 

Ignoring the heat burning your face, a small mischievous streak flared up in your chest. If you couldn't control your embarrassment, you could at least try to control her reaction, play with Alexia a little bit. 

"She was the one who taught me how to-"

"No," Alexia whined softly. 

Before you could finish, she leaned down and pressed her lips against yours. It wasn't a romantic gesture, more a physical necessity to shut you up.

"Tori, quiet now, vale?"

"You're not really going to let me finish that sentence?" You murmured against her mouth, feeling the stubborn press of her lips. 

"No," she said, hovering just half a centimetre above your face, her eyes flashing you with jealousy. "You're mean."

"I'm so nice to you," you said, letting your hand drift lazily down to her lower back. 

"Clearly you're not."

"I am."

Alexia rolled her beautiful eyes,

Any other day, Alexia would be completely naked by now.

But she was on her period, and you weren't clear on how to navigate that yet- what she would be comfortable with, where the boundaries were tonight. So, for now, you relied on your words. 

"I'm so good to you, Ale," you whispered again, turning your head to press a playful bite against the apple of her cheek. "I'm not mean. You would know if I was ever mean to you."

"I would?" she whispered.

You nodded, biting her again. "Yes."

Alexia liked biting, although she didn't always enjoy having visibly marked afterwards. She often complained that it was unprofessional to walk around with love bites like a teenager, which meant you had long since learned where you could leave them without her having to spend the following day throwing tantrums while covering her neck.

You always gave her a hickey in places no one else could see, mainly the middle of her thighs. There wasn't much privacy, not when you shared a locker room with others. But oh God, tonight she would look so lovely with a purplish bruise right below her ear. She would look so endearing with your canine sunk into the soft meat of her ass.

Fuck. You were burning already. 

She groaned when you kissed the same spot again.

"You're gonna leave a mark."

"Mark of what? My teeth in your cheek?"

"Obviously," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Mhm," you hummed, shifting closer so you could trail your tongue from her cheek down her neck and along her jaw. You kissed the spot where her carotid artery lay. It was beating rapidly, like a trapped rabbit. You sank your teeth in just enough to press, just enough to annoy her.

"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she murmured as you bit her again.

"I'm in a state of jubilation, yes."

Before you could realise, Alexia's hand was at the back of your throat, pushing you away with a firm grip.

"No mark, Tori," she said as you looked up at her. "Behave, si?"

You closed your mouth immediately. 

The low and commanding shift in her voice sent a shiver straight down your spine, a physiological reaction you were wholly unprepared for. You swallowed hard, and Alexia, observant as ever, caught the movement of your throat. You felt like a properly trained dog whose owner said the word walk or bone.

Alexia tilted her head, a dangerous (little) smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Oh no.

"Oh, did I find a soft spot, torito?"

Your face flushed even deeper. "Stop," you snapped. 

Where on Earth did this come from? 

"You like it when I tell you to behave?" Alexia teased softly, her hand creeping up to your neck, then your jawline, and you thought you might die. "Who would have guessed, huh?" 

"Alexia," you warned, feeling blood rushing all over your core.

"Yes, bebé?"

"Stop," you repeated weakly. You were so screwed.

"I want a kiss," Alexia murmured, pressing her lips against your earlobe. "Can I have a kiss?"

You nodded. "Y-yes."

She leaned down and pressed her pink lips to yours. Her body moved slowly at first, until you felt the full press of her weight as she rested against you – her stomach flush against yours, her long legs entwined with yours, rumpling the hotel sheets even further.

Before she could settle into position, your body reacted on instinct. You shifted your hips and scrambled to flip your position, muscle memory taking over until you suddenly found yourself pinned right on top of her.

"Let me make you feel good," you whispered, your hand coming up to the warm skin of her neck, holding her down. You were desperate, trying to regain some semblance of the control she had stripped away with just one single word.

Alexia shook her head, her lips brushing against yours. "I'm on my period, remember?"

"I don't care," you said quickly, your fingers already tugging at the hem of her shirt. You wanted it off now. "Please?"

She shook her head again, firmer this time. "No, tori."

Why wasn't she letting you do anything?! You could count on one hand how many times she had ever said no to you. So rude! 

You pouted up at her, your chest heaving. "Really? You don't want to because of the blood? I really don't mind."

Alexia chuckled. "I don't think I've ever seen you desperate. What happened? Did you get horny when I told you to behave?"

The grip on her neck instantly faltered. Alexia took that split second of hesitation to effortlessly flit you both over. God, she was so fucking strong; you almost always forget it, mainly because she allowed you to handle her like a rag doll half the time.

In a heartbeat, you were beneath her. Alexia looked at you with an unbearably pleased little smile.

"Thought so," she murmured. "But I want to hear you say it."

You had never been under her like this. Not once. You had never received, never surrendered control, never even let her see you entirely naked. You must have looked genuinely panicked for a second, because Alexia's eyes softened immediately. She pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek; her voice stripped of any teasing. 

"Is this okay? Too much?" she murmured against your skin. "Do you prefer to be back on top?"

Fuck. Alexia was so gentle and considerate, and you were wet.

"I-It's whatever you want… just please let me feel you?" you pleaded, looking up at her with helpless eyes. "We can just go to the shower afterwards, or I can finger you in the shower, or-or we can lay down a towel–"

"We don't have any more towels," Alexia pointed out calmly.

"Okay, fuck the towel, whatever, I just–"

"Answer my question," Alexia interrupted, her tone dropping into one of authority. "Are you horny?"

You swallowed hard once again, your mind racing as you gave her a stiff (and embarrassed) nod.

"Words."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

You rolled your eyes. You were as red as a cherry, you were sure.

"You know what."

Alexia clicked her tongue, shaking her head with exaggerated disappointment. "Tsk, tsk. Not very polite."

She made a move to climb off you, and alarms rang in your ears. 

"No! Stay, please," you blurted out, reaching for her. Your hands caught the fabric of her shirt, holding on as though she might disappear if you let go. "Please? I'm sorry. Perdon, Ale."

"You know, usually people say sorry and then stop misbehaving," she said, looking down at you with a smile. "Will you? Will you do what I tell you to do?"

Your mind went completely blank. Head empty. Your brain was firing every single neuron at the same time, trying to make sense of what was happening. Wasn't that the onset of a seizure? Damn, were you seizuring?!

You didn't know what to say, what to do, or how to behave. You had no script for being the… submissive one.

"I-I'm sorry," you whispered again, your voice suddenly small. "I'll try."

Alexia's face went softer. "It's okay, hermosa. Let's try again, sí? I'm sure you'll get it right this time." She paused, watching you. "So… are you horny?"

"Yes…" You admitted, the confession burning you from the inside out. "I'm horny."

"Muy bien," she said, sounding pleased, rewarding you with a brush of her lips against yours. "Now, that wasn't so difficult, was it?"

Yes, it was fucking hard. You thought to yourself. But in the end, you shook your head. Alexia lifted her eyebrows, her gaze fixed on you, waiting patiently for a verbal response. 

Frustrating, impossible woman.

"No, it wasn't," you grumbled. 

"Good," she said, leaning down to kiss you again and then pulling just enough to look into your eyes. "Now, guapa. It's up to you, sí? I'm completely off the table tonight. You won't touch me tonight, okay? Do you understand me?"

"O-okay," you said. "I understand."

The Catalan studied your face for a second, making sure you really meant it.

"Good girl."

The words made your stomach turn over. Your blood seemed to run faster. The oxygen in the room felt scarce. Why had people ever invented language when two words could apparently wreak someone's mental state this badly?

You stared at her, speechless.

Alexia's mouth twitched. "Oh..." she murmured, noticing your reaction. "We're going to have fun with this, aren't we?"

"S-shut up," you managed. "You are teasing me now."

Alexia pouted. "Okay, now you are being bad. That's disappointing, Tori. But maybe we can deal with your attitude some other time, sí?"

You swallowed, trying to collect yourself.

"Back to what matters," she continued as if nothing had happened. She turned her face to press a kiss to your cheek. "I told you I'm just waiting for you to give me the green light to touch you, yeah? You tell me yes, and I'll make you feel good."

Then, she propped herself up on her elbow, and the teasing disappeared from her face almost immediately; her voice softened into the one tone you knew so well, that made it clear she was paying attention to you.

"...Or you can tell me no, and we don't have to do anything at all, of course. What do you want?" 

You were blushing furiously by now, but you were also so fucking horny.

"I-I don't know," you whispered.

"You don't have to figure it out right now," Alexia said gently, her hand smoothing over your waist. "We can just go back to cuddling, maybe get some dinner. I really don't want to pressure you–" 

She made a subtle move to shift off you again, and your hand immediately shot up, gripping her shirt.

"Stay," you said.

She smirked slowly, but then clearly tried to hide her satisfaction from you. "Yes?"

"Uhum," you hummed, feeling a lump in your throat. "But I-I'm not ready for you to touch me."

"Alright, tori," Alexia said, her eyes filled with understanding. "We can just–"

"B-but it hurts," you whined, your body betraying your words as you rolled your hips up against her pelvis. You immediately froze, mortified by yourself.

"I-I…" you were unable to continue. There was nothing to say. You were too frustrated with yourself, too needy and far too horny for your own good. 

Alexia let out a sharp breath. Her hand came down to your waist, stilling you before either of you could lose your composure. "Can I help you with it?"

You blinked at her. "How? Without touching me?"

She nodded. "Why don't you touch yourself?" Alexia asked, looking down at you, at how utterly trapped and flushed you were beneath her. "Would that be okay?"

And then, for the first time, you saw the full reality of the situation settle over Alexia's face. Just now, she was truly understanding the depth of it, how completely unfamiliar this was for you. 

You were completely exposed to her, somewhat relying on her to guide you while simultaneously trying to work out what you wanted for yourself. Suddenly, she was the one who looked on the verge of having a seizure. Alexia looked as overwhelmed as you felt.

"W-what?" you stammered, your eyes widening in disbelief. "I've never done that before."

Alexia stared down at you, her own eyes growing comically wide.

"I meant in front of another person, Alexia!" you blurted, rolling your eyes to cover your embarrassment.

Alexia's brows came together. "I don't particularly like it when you roll your eyes at me, torito," she said flatly.

Before you could formulate a suitably snappy response, she leaned down, one hand coming up to cup your jaw firmly. She pressed her lips to your, deepening the kiss into something slow and possessive enough to wipe away any coherent thought out of your brain. 

Alexia reached down, taking the edge of the white hotel blanket, and with a smooth motion, pulling it over your body until you were hidden from her view. Then she took your hand, guiding your wrist under the cover before resting her own hand right on top of yours.  

"This way I can feel what you are doing," she murmured. "But I don't have to touch you. Is that okay?"

You gave her a small nod. It felt strange – a deep and vulnerable kind of sensation – but a good strange. A safe strange. Something was reassuring about the blanket between you, about knowing that Alexia was there without being able to see everything you were doing.

"Okay, Tori," Alexia spoke softly; her tone was so, so grounding. "Do you want to take your shorts off under there, or do you want to keep them on?"

What were you doing?

Everything seemed to be moving both too quickly and yet so slowly. Were you even ready for what was about to happen? You weren't entirely sure. You weren't entirely sure of anything anymore. All you knew was that you needed release like never before. 

"I-I want to keep them on," you finally responded, biting the inside of your cheek, feeling silly for being so reserved at a time like this.

You had strapped Alexia, had seen her showering, you had your face buried between her legs God knows how many times… and yet here you were mortified by the thought of taking off a few layers of clothing.

"Está bien guapa," she said, offering you a smile. "Tócate por encima, sí?" [Alright, pretty girl / Touch yourself over them, okay?]

You swallowed hard and slowly moved your hand beneath the blanket over the waistband of your shorts. Alexia's hand followed the movement from above the fabric, her palm resting lightly over your wrist. The second your fingers brushed through your shorts, you felt relief immediately flush through you, moving through your spine in a wave of soft heat.

A soft and involuntary sound escaped your throat. It felt so fucking good. 

It's been weeks since you had touched yourself. Normally, focusing on Alexia was enough to satisfy you in an entirely different way, but now? Now it was a whole other story. This was just you, with Alexia watching, and somehow that made you feel far more exposed than when you were actively having sex with her.

"Like this," she murmured. "I'm right here, tori."

The reassurance somehow made it easier, but also made you hyperaware that she was indeed watching.

"Estás mojada?" Alexia asked, her eyes glued on your flushed face. [Are you wet?]

You got even wetter at the question alone. She had a habit of switching between Spanish and Catalan whenever things became intimate, and right now her sweet accent was more than welcome. 

"I-I don't know."

A tiny smile appeared on her face. "You don't know?"

"I-I'm touching over my shorts," You reminded her, as though this should have been obvious.

"Then go underneath, guapa," she instructed.

You stared at her for a second, and she simply waited. Feeling strangely brave as you looked right into her eyes, you whispered. "O-okay."

You slipped your hand beneath the waistband and were instantly met with slickness. Your cotton underwear was a complete mess. Your fingertips could access your clit more easily like this. 

You felt Alexia's hand on top of yours through the fabric, guiding you to start pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You tilted your hips and rolled your eyes. 

It felt so good already. 

"Qué tan mojada estás, bebé?" Alexia whispered.  [How wet are you, baby?]

"Very," you whispered, the admission burning your cheeks and neck. "It's… it's a mess. M-my thighs are all wet."

Alexia's expression melted into something sweet, her lips forming a pout. "Oh… pobrecita." Though her tone was tender, it was also interlaced with unbearable patronisation that made you want to hide your face.

Alexia adjusted her position, her hand settling more firmly over yours, anchoring your palm right over the wetness of your underwear.

"Do you understand me well in Spanish?" Alexia asked, halting her movement over the top of your fingers, which made the friction over your clit stop. "Or do you prefer me to speak to you in English?"

"I–Alexia, whatever! It's whatever, just… ugh!" you gasped, unable to form a complete and understanding sentence while she held you like that. "Just… do something, please."

Alexia chuckled, and the sound made a heat pool in your lower stomach.

"You know, you can just touch yourself without me telling you what to do," she said.

You stared at her.

"Your hand is right there," she continued, looking far too amused. "Nobody is stopping you. So why are you waiting for directions, torito? Do you like taking orders that much?"

You opened your mouth to give her a very sharp response, but your brain was empty. The truth was: yes, you were waiting. You were actively waiting, holding yourself back, waiting for her to tell you what to do. You wanted her to give you her green light. 

The realisation was somehow more embarrassing than touching yourself in front of her.

"Alexia," you whined, your cheeks burning again in pure humiliation. "Please, Ale. Don't be mean."

Her expression softened once again.

"Dime, bebé," she murmured, her hand (finally!!) initiating a slow circle over your fingers. You instantly followed her lead, pressing down on your clit gently. "Like this? Así? Tell me." 

"Y-yes," you choked out, your hips twitching beneath the blanket as you tried to meet the pressure of her hand. "Like that…"

"Ah! No, no, no," Alexia scolded you gently, her hand pressing down just enough to pin your hips flat again. "Don't rush. I dictate the pace, sí? You slow down."

"Oh, fuck," you groaned as she guided your fingers in very small and agonising circles through the fabrics. The combination of the blanket, the shorts and the weight of Alexia's hand made the sensation build even more.

You squeezed your eyes shut. You have never done anything remotely like this with anyone else. Not with Selene, not with Alexia.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Look at me," Alexia whispered. 

"No," you murmured, your eyes stubbornly remaining closed. 

"Okay," She instantly lifted her hand away, breaking the contact.

Your eyes snapped open in panic. "I'm sorry," you blurted out, forcing your eyelids wide open to meet her gaze.

"Muy bien, bebé. Smart choice," she said, smirking as she placed her hand right back over yours. Her thumb brushed the skin of your wrist before guiding your hand back into place. "Now stay right here with me. Don't go wandering off. Don't overthink, sí?"

You swallowed, keeping your eyes fixed on hers. You were far too afraid that if you looked away again, she would take her hands from yours.

"Good girl," Alexia whispered, and you thought you might come just from hearing those two words. She began to move her hand in those painful slow circles again. "Just like that. Keep your eyes on me."

Your breath caught. Without the distraction of your mind, without overthinking about everything, the sensation rushed in to fill the void. For the first time all day, you weren't analysing everything, weren't replaying the match, questioning Alexia's words, or wondering what you were supposed to do next. You were simply feeling it.

You whined lowly against her ear.

"Ale–" you gasped, your body trying to arch up to meet her palm again. Your fingertips were all slick from your own wetness, and you were still just touching yourself over your underwear. You would genuinely have a syncope if you were to touch your bare flesh right now. 

"Ah-ah," Alexia clicked her tongue, her hand pressing down to stop your movement. "What did I say about rushing? Stay still for me, torito. Let it build."

Not a single neuron in your brain was functioning properly. Nor, apparently, were your astrocytes or microglia. You had managed to switch off completely, leaving you staring helplessly into Alexia's honey-coloured eyes.

"Does it feel good?" she asked softly. You could tell she honestly wanted to know; she wasn't teasing. "Are you still okay?"

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip. "Y-yes."

She watched your face for another moment before speaking again. 

"Why don't you go under your underwear?" she murmured, her thumb pressing down to guide your hand. "Touch yourself properly, guapa. Touch your clit for me?"

You blushed, a pathetic whine escaping your throat.

Alexia let out a breathless chuckle. "You are so, so reactive to my words, torito. What happened to you today? You certainly weren't like this before. Or were you, and I just never noticed?"

You stared up at her, your brain utterly useless and fried, unable to form a response. 

"Maybe I never noticed before because you never allowed me the space to form a thought of my own, huh?" she teased.

"Whenever we are together, you have me in all sorts of positions. Your mouth between my thighs, or strapping me while I'm on all fours for you…" she paused and leaned down until her breath was hot against your ear. "... but now, look at you, bebé. I told you to behave, and suddenly you are my polite puppy?"

"Oh, fuck, Alexia," you moaned; the combination of her fingers guiding yours and the filthiness of her words was sending waves to your cunt. 

You felt so good, so wet and so warm that you couldn't decide whether you were in hell or heaven.

"You like dirty talk that much?" she teased, pressing a (very) patronising kiss on your cheekbone. "Qué mona." [How cute]

You nodded frenetically, trying to overlook the condescension dripping from every word she said.  

"Touch your coño, now," she commanded. "Go underneath your underwear."

You shook your head out of pure embarrassment. 

Alexia's hand relaxed at once, taking her palm from yours. "Okay, if you don't want to, don't. But I'm not going to talk you through it anymore."

"Okay, okay! Sorry!" you blurted out instantly, panicking that you might lose the contact. "Don't stop talking."

Alexia smiled triumphantly, and you finally gave in, sliding your fingers beneath the soaked fabric of your panties, and fuck, you were ridiculously sensitive. Your clit was swollen, and the slick between your thighs was absurd. You had never been this wet in your entire life, not even when you touched yourself alone.

Alexia read your body language. Her eyes darkened as she rested her hand over yours to dictate the speed once again. 

"Como está tu coño, dime?" she whispered, her voice as soft as silk.

"I'm-I'm wet, an-and that's it," you stammered. Alexia was exceptionally good at dirty talk; you, clearly, were not.

Alexia raised her eyebrows.

"That can't be all, Tori," she murmured, her fingers nudging yours over your clit. "Get a little creative, sí? I know how smart you are."

"I-I'm swollen all over, a-and it's hot," you confessed, the embarrassment burning you alive.

"Yeah, guapa?" Alexia encouraged you gently. "What else?"

"Mhm… I'm so, so sensitive."

"Okay bebé," Alexia whispered, kissing your lips tenderly. "You talk to me so pretty. I like you like this."

A soft groan escaped your throat. Alexia stayed close, her lips brushing your jawline as her voice dropped into something raw that got your head spinning.  "Do you want to put a finger inside?" Alexia asked

You shook your head quickly.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded. "Don't want to. This feels good enough."

"Okay, let's just focus on your clit, Tori," she said, and there wasn't even a hint of disappointment in her voice. She brushed her lips down the side of your neck, and you tried to focus on the feeling, on the warmth of her body.

The pleasure continued to build, but it wasn't enough to overcome the sudden spike of panic in your chest.

You had never come in front of anyone before. Your brain, your worst enemy, was spiralling again. What if you made a weird face? What if you looked ridiculous? What if you ruined everything? Your brows furrowed, your body tensing up – the bad and rigid kind of tense.

Alexia noticed it, of course. The filthy teasing evaporated in a second. She leaned down and kissed your forehead; her hand stopped.

"Hey," she whispered. "Look at me."

You did, although your eyes were beginning to sting.

"You're thinking too hard," Alexia murmured, her hand continuing to move over yours, creating a perfect friction over your clit, making your own fingers move faster. "I can see it, torito. Relax for me, amor. It's okay."

Amor. Amor. Amor.

You wanted to be her lover. You wanted her to love. You wanted to love her.  Fuck. Maybe you already did? 

"I-I think I want to come," you admitted in a tiny whisper, completely humiliated by how desperate you sounded. "Can I? Please?"

Alexia's face melted, her eyes filled with fondness. "That's good," she whispered, her tone so impossibly sweet it made your heart ache. "Of course you can. I would be very, very happy if you did."

Fuck. Hearing that shattered the last of your logical defences. Every single fibre in your muscles, every hormone in your body scrambled to give her exactly what she wanted… to please her, to make her happy.

"Can you please come for me, amor?" Alexia asked softly, her hand guiding yours one last time.

"Alexia–"

"I'm here," she said gently. "You can let go now, tori."

You broke. Literally. The pleasure washed over you so instantly you didn't have time to mull over it, to decide if you would allow Alexia to see you like this or not. The release was as intense as it was scary, but God, it felt good. You felt your muscles go taut before they all relaxed under Alexia's hand.

"Yes… Just like that. Joder," Alexia whispered with satisfaction as if reciting a prayer. "You look so good. Fuck, I could cum from just watching you."

"Buena niña."

"Hermosa, muy buena for me."

Alexia's words only prolonged your orgasm. She soothed all of your tremors by brushing soft kisses along the curve of your neck and jawline. It was as if she were trying to kiss every single one of your pulse points: the temporal, the apical, the carotid, the brachial, the radial, the popliteal… every single one of them. 

But the second the last wave of pleasure subsided, fear instantly reclaimed your nervous system, and before Alexia could even process the shift, you yanked your hand out from under hers, took the hotel blanket, and dragged it straight over your head in a weak attempt to hide. 

Under the fake safety of the blankets, you allowed yourself to breathe. It had been so fucking incredible, astoundingly good. But oh God, you were mortified. 

Alexia, ever the most patient person in the room, didn't force the blanket off, thankfully. Instead, she simply rested her hand over your waist through the sheets.

"Tori, put this down, will you, bebé?" You could hear the whine in her voice, picturing the pout forming on her lips. "It's so rude to deny me a view of you after that."

"No," you responded pitifully from beneath the blanket. "I-I'm embarrassed."

"Embarrassed about what?" she asked,

"Just… everything."

"Tori, you've seen me come how many times, mhm? A hundred? Maybe more? Now we are a little bit even, don't you think?"

"No," you insisted.

"Okay… " Alexia sighed. "Why don't you want to come out?"

You rolled your eyes into the darkness of the cotton. Wasn't it obvious? "Because I just came," grumbled. "And I'm embarrassed. I've never… nobody had ever seen me like that before."

"Guapa… that was the whole point," she pointed out.  "Wasn't it? For you to come?"

You groaned, trying (and failing) to counter her logic. "Well yeah, but initially, I wanted to make you cum."

Feeling defeated, you rolled over onto your stomach, burying your face in the cream pillow.

Alexia took advantage of that, hooking her fingers into the blanket and sliding it down just enough to expose your sweaty, flushed nape. She leaned down and kissed the spot below your ear. 

"I miss your face so much…" she murmured. " Let me look at you, tori. It's my favourite view in this whole entire world."

The only response she got was a groan.

"Answer me one thing", Alexia coaxed, her hand trailing a lazy line down your back, her lips never once leaving your neck. "When you make me come, how do you feel?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Answer the question, tori,"

"I feel good," you mumbled against the pillow. "I like making you, well, cum, You sound and look very pretty. I like it. A lot."

"Exactly," Alexia whispered into your ear, her breath warm. "That is exactly how I feel right now. I made you come, bebé. Do you really think I'm going to let you hide that from me?"

You groaned again but finally turned around. 

Alexia didn't make a fuss, but the breathless "gracias" that slipped past her lips as she looked down at you was almost sacred. 

You locked eyes with her, and the look on her face was one of pure, unadulterated bliss mixed with a smug pride. It hit you like a bullet to the chest. How could you be the reason she looked like that? How could you be the reason that Alexia was this happy, this captivated? You had never, in your entire life, thought yourself capable of causing that kind of reaction in anyone.

She was so painfully beautiful, too. The straight line of her nose, the warmth of her eyes, the flash of her pearly white teeth as she smiled down at you. 

You were in so deep, and you had no idea how to swim in this ocean of feelings. There was no lifeboat coming to save you now, was there?

How could you like her this much? How could you have let your guard down so easily? Okay… maybe it hadn't been that easy, but you certainly hadn't fought it as hard as you usually did. You simply let go with Alexia. And it felt so nice. So good. So impossibly pleasurable.

Alexia shifted, laying down and pressing her warm cheek flat over your shirt, right above your breast. Silence washed over the room until she mumbled against the fabric. 

"You're rigid like a statue. Relax, tori. You are supposed to relax now."

"I am relaxed," you said, voice stiff and considerably less convincing than you would have liked.

Alexia, apparently in one of her not-so-rare clingy moods, reached up, took your hand and placed it directly on top of her head. "Scratch my head while you pretend to be relaxed," she said.

And, of course, you did because you would do practically anything she asked of you right now. Was it really that easy for Alexia to tell you to do something and for you to just obey? It was so fucking pathetic of you.

God, you loved it.

After you spent a good fifteen minutes of absentmindedly running your fingers through her hair while you still tried to process everything that had just happened, Alexia moved her head and rested her chin on your chest. 

"Do you want, by some miracle, to talk about what just happened?"

"No," you said, without an ounce of hesitation.

Alexia pouted at you and it felt like daggers were being purposely dug back and forth into your back.

You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, fine. What do you want to talk about?"

A dangerous smirk spread across her features. "Bien… first of all… I didn't know that my torito liked to obey so much."

"I do not," you snapped back defensively.

"It certainly didn't seem like that," Alexia teased, her voice dropping into a conspiratory whisper. "I could hear how wet you were."

Your face flushed a furious blush, blazing red all over. "Alexia. Stop it."

"I'm just surprised, that's all," Alexia continued, completely unbothered. "I just didn't realise you had that much bottom mentality in you, you know?"

That did it.

You immediately propped yourself up to your elbow, your pride utterly offended. Alexia let out a disappointed whine as she was forced to rearrange herself, no longer able to rest her full weight on top of your chest. 

"Excuse me?! Bottom mentality?" you sputtered, glaring down at her. "I'm not a pillow princess if that's what you are implying."

Alexia's smirk only broadened. "Yet."

You deliberately rested your hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer as you switched positions, sending you both stumbling down the mattress. While hovering over her, you brought your face agonizingly close to hers, speaking very slow against her lips. 

"Don't forget who fucked you this morning," you murmured against her lips, taking control back. "Who had you in a whimpering mess."

Alexia pouted, her breath hitched, though she refused to yield completely. She rested her palm on your waist, brushing her thumb over it. 

"I'm not a bottom," you stated, driving the point home.

The smirk on Alexia's face returned, three times more infuriating than before. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Tori."

She then leaned in to pack your lips softly, pulling back to look at you with the most angelic, innocent face known to humankind. "You look so pretty right now."

Alexia was messing with you. First, she acted like a brat, and now she was looking at you all soft, showering you with sweet compliments. 

"Ugh," you sighed, letting your forehead rest against her, speaking the words right into her mouth. "You're driving me insane."

"Tell me I'm pretty, too," she demanded. "Be nice."

"You're pretty," you said, reaching your hand to the back of her neck before trailing it lazily down her bare arm. "You're as pretty as you are annoying."

"So that means I'm very annoying?" she asked.

"That means you are very pretty," you murmured.

Before Alexia could offer another retort, a loud noise came from your stomach. The Catalan's head snapped up, that insufferable smirk making itself known again. "Hungry much?"

"No," you said embarrassingly quickly.

"Right," she said, chuckling as she pushed herself up onto her elbow. "Well, I am. So, what do you think about getting some food?"

You blinked up at her stupidly. "Like… outside of the hotel?"

Alexia tilted her head. "Obviously outside. Don't you remember what Vicky said about the hotel restaurant closing early tonight?"

"So… just you and me?" you asked.

Alexia let out a sigh, and you couldn't help but notice her eyes twinkling with bratty amusement. "Sí, unless you want fifteen more players to join us, Tori?"

You rolled your eyes. 

"Come on, hop hop," Alexia coaxed, patting your thigh as she left the bed. "Go get some fresh clothes. We're going out."

"Where?" you asked, sitting up slowly as you pulled the blanket around your waist.

"I know a really good place near here," Alexia said. "It's very casual, stays open late… quiet and private too."

"Alright," you said, more to yourself.

You finally dragged yourself out of the bed. As your feet hit the cold floor, you noticed how your thighs were still slick and tacky, your fingers slightly wet from your wetness. There was no way in hell you were putting on clean clothes like this. You needed a shower, or at least a quick, five-minute rinse to wash what happened in that bed off your skin.

You walked over to your bag, pulled out a fresh pair of underwear and a clean change of clothes, and headed towards the bathroom. You reached for the door handle, ready to turn on the hot water, only to hear Alexia call your name.

"Ay, tori?"

You paused, glancing over her. "Yes?"

"This is a date, by the way. In case it wasn't clear."

You stared at her for a long second, feeling warmth creep up the back of your neck.

"Thank you for making it clear," you replied dryly.

Alexia beamed. "You're welcome, bebé."

A/n: As someone who loves ✨directions✨, I really liked writing the smut scene, but I am sorry if it is a bit weird or not sexy at all, I promise I'll make up for it! <3 I had such a writers block with this oneeeee. This chapter was done a week ago, but I didn't like it <3

There was absolutely no urgency in Alexia this morning, you woke slowly, warm beneath the duvet, you felt the weight of an arm across your waist and the steady warmth pressed against your back.

Alexia was still asleep, or pretending to be, you shifted carefully, trying to turn onto your other side, but the arm around you tightened immediately.

You smiled to yourself, “Alexia.” A sleepy hum came from behind you, “You awake?”

“No.”

“You just answered me.”

“No.”

You laughed quietly as she buried her face against the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your back was completely flush against her chest, “You have somewhere to be?” you asked.

“No.”

“You always have somewhere to be.”

“Not today.”

That surprised you, you turned in her arms, finding her hair messy, face softer than you'd ever seen it. No perfectly composed boss, no sharp suit and no unreadable expression.

Just Alexia, still half asleep.

“You're not getting up?”

She shook her head.

“Why?”

“Because I don't want to.”

You raised an eyebrow, “That's very unlike you.”

“Maybe I'm tired.”

“You slept all night.”

“I know.”

“And you're still tired?”

“Yes.”

You smiled, “Lazy.”

Her eyes opened properly then, narrowing at you, “Careful.”

You grinned, “What are you going to do?”

Alexia pulled you closer until your nose brushed hers, “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I'm staying in bed.”

You stared at her for a moment before settling back against the pillows, “Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

She tucked the duvet around both of you, then rested her head against yours, the silence that followed was comfortable. Just the two of you lying there while sunlight slowly crept through the curtains.

After several minutes, you whispered, “This is nice.”

Alexia hummed, “Very.”

“You know everyone's going to think you've been kidnapped.”

“They'll survive.”

“Mapi will probably call the police.”

“She knows better.”

You smiled, “Patri definitely won't.”

“No. She'll probably say it's about time.”

You laughed, Alexia's arm tightened around you and neither of you made any attempt to get up. For once, there was nowhere either of you needed to be.

By half past ten, the house had started to notice, Alexia was always awake early.

Usually she was the first person moving through the house, coffee in hand, already dressed and halfway through three phone calls before anyone else had managed to find their conscious.

By eleven, she'd normally been in the office for hours but his morning, her office remained dark, her coffee machine hadn't been touched and most importantly nobody had heard from the boss.

Mapi was the first to notice, she wandered into the kitchen wearing oversized sunglasses despite being indoors, opened the fridge and stared inside for several seconds.

"Where's Alexia?"

Ingrid looked up from the pancakes, "Out, I think."

Misa glanced over from the table, "I haven't seen her."

Mapi frowned, "What time did she wake up?"

"I don't know."

Mapi looked towards the staircase, "I'll check."

Misa immediately shook her head, "Don't."

"Why?"

"Because if she's sleeping, you'll die."

Mapi considered that, "Fair."

They all returned to whatever they had been doing, five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen.

Mapi slowly looked up from her phone, "She's still not down."

Patri looked at the clock, "Maybe she's sick."

Ingrid shook her head, "She would've told me."

"Maybe she's working."

Misa snorted, "From her bedroom?"

Nobody answered, because that was possible, but increasingly unlikely.

Upstairs, you were beginning to realise exactly how comfortable you'd become.

You were curled beneath the duvet with your head resting against Alexia's chest, one leg tangled lazily with hers.

Alexia was awake now, technically but her eyes were closed, but every so often her fingers moved absentmindedly through your hair.

"You know it's nearly eleven," you murmured.

"I know."

"You really don't have anything to do?"

"No."

"You don't have a meeting?"

"No."

"Calls?"

"No."

"People to threaten?"

One eye opened, "Not today."

You smiled, "Domestic."

"Don't ruin it."

You laughed quietly and tucked yourself closer, Alexia kissed the top of your head, then, a knock sounded and you both of you froze.

"Boss?"

Alexia closed her eyes, you bit your lip to stop yourself laughing, another knock.

"Boss?"

Alexia sighed, "What?"

The door opened approximately two inches, Patri's face appeared through the gap, she looked at Alexia, then at you, then at Alexia again.

There was a long silence, "Oh."

Alexia stared at her, "Why are you here?"

Patri slowly raised the coffee cup in her hand, "I was bringing you this."

"I don't want it."

Patri looked down at the cup, "I made it specially."

"Put it on the side there"

Patri nodded, "Right." Patri disappeared, the door clicked shut.

You immediately burst out laughing, Alexia groaned and dropped her head back onto the pillow, "This house."

"You've created this."

"I know, what if I was fucking you?"

You looked up at her, "You care if she sees?"

"I don't care."

"You care a little."

"No."

"You definitely care."

Alexia pulled the duvet higher over both of you, "Shush brat"

You smiled, "Yes, boss."

Downstairs, Patri returned to the kitchen, api immediately looked up, "Well?"

Patri took a sip of her coffee, "She's alive."

Misa narrowed her eyes, "Why did you take so long?"

Patri shrugged, "She's with Y/N."

Ingrid tried to hide her smile, Mapi looked genuinely offended, "So she can spend an entire morning in bed with her but when I ask her to watch a film with me suddenly she's busy?"

Patri patted her shoulder, "You're not the favourite."

"Apparently not."

Misa leaned back in her chair, "Give her another hour."

Mapi frowned, "Why?"

Misa's mouth twitched, "She'll come out after they fuck"

Patri nodded solemnly, "I'll go find my ear plugs"

Ingrid looked between them, "You're all terrible, leave them be, Alexia is happy."

From upstairs came the faint sound of laughter, everyone stopped, Mapi looked towards the ceiling, "She's laughing."

Ingrid smiled, "Yeah."

Misa exchanged a glance with Patri, there was something oddly nice about hearing it, because Alexia rarely allowed herself mornings like this, rarely let the world wait, rarely forgot to be the boss, and apparently she'd found someone worth forgetting it for.

You were giggling as you shifted beneath the sheets and found Alexia’s lips already on yours, her hand mapped warm and solid at your thigh. You felt her smile against your mouth, less a curve than a pressure of intent, and you responded in kind, letting her tongue part your lips, letting her guide you until you could taste the heat of her, familiar and still somehow new.

You wound your arms around her neck, pulling her down until she rolled you both into the middle of the bed, her body flush against yours, her thigh slotted high between your own. You gasped at the contact, and she took that as permission, hands running up beneath the hem of your shirt, over your ribs, tracing you as if you were the only territory she wanted to govern.

You broke from her when you heard a near by door shut, and in those moments her eyes searched yours, searching for any sign you didn't want this, you never let her find it.

You grazed your teeth over her jaw, let your hands tangle in the hair at the base of her skull, and when she shivered, you felt it everywhere. Her hands moved down, then up, then down again, finally settling at your hips. She rocked against you, once, then again, the movement grinding your body into the mattress. You responded, hips rising to meet the pressure, letting her know exactly what you wanted.

She pulled back for a second, just enough space to look at you. Her pupils blown, her lips reddened, her breathing uneven. “You drive me crazy,” she whispered, but her voice was a threat and a promise all at once.

You grinned, lost your voice in her mouth, and let her devour you, she pressed her lips to your collarbone, her teeth grazed your skin, and you yelped, the sound muffled against her shoulder. She laughed, the vibration a physical thing, and you dug your nails into her back in retaliation. She responded by pinning both your wrists above your head with one hand and kissing you so deeply you forgot everything but her.

You broke free and managed to flip her onto her back, straddling her hips. She let you, lying there with her arms crossed above her head, watching you with lazy adoration. You bent down, kissed the hollow of her throat, tasted the salt of her skin, and worked your way up to her ear, “Are you always this submissive in the mornings?” you whispered.

She hummed, the sound low and soft, “Only when they're this sexy.”

You breathed the question against her ear, voice rough with want, "Can I put the strap on you?" her answer came not in words but in the press of her palms, the way her fingers dug into the softness of your hips before sliding lower, cupping your ass with a possessive squeeze.

You arched into her touch, then reached blindly toward the night stand drawer, your fingers brushing the cool metal of the buckle before closing around the leather. She took it from you, her movements deliberate, the strap slipping through her hands like something sacred. The click of the clasp was quiet, but it might as well have been a gunshot in the hush of the room.

Alexia’s hands were large enough to palm the world, and right now you were the only world she wanted. She rolled you to your back, your knees splayed to frame her body, and she took her time feeding the leather through each loop.

You let her, watched her movements with the kind of attention reserved for religious experience, the slow, competent flex of her wrists, the way she tested the fit, circling her own hips, making sure the harness wouldn’t slip, wouldn’t falter. She looked at you as she cinched it tight, a silent challenge, as if daring you to look away from the ritual of her becoming.

She didn’t undress, not all the way, just peeled her sleep shirt over her head and left the panties on. You reached for her, and she knelt over you, arched and ready, the muscles in her abdomen standing out in stark relief.

There was no ceremony, no platitudes, just Alexia positioning herself between your thighs, the tip of her strap grazing your entrance until you were wild for friction, for the press of something solid inside you. She braced a hand flat at the side of your head and let you feel the heat and the length of her, dragging the cock up and down your slit until you were slick enough to coat the shaft.

She found your mouth with hers and, as she kissed you, let the head slide just inside, barely enough to fill, then out again. You whimpered, not shy about it, and Alexia smiled against your lips, her tongue flicking into your mouth as she worked the tip in gentle circles around your clit before pressing deeper. You clawed at her back, nails raking over the planes of her shoulder blades, and she hissed, the sound guttural enough to vibrate through your entire frame.

You wanted the power, the vantage, so you grabbed her by the hips and, with a fierce twist, reversed your bodies in one deft motion. Alexia’s back hit the mattress, her legs falling open, and you straddled her, bracing your knees to either side and grinding your cunt along the length of her cock.

She barely had time to register the reversal before you leaned in, catching her mouth in a bruising kiss and riding her slow, hard, hungry. Her hands found your thighs, then your waist, fingers digging in deep, bruising, grounding you in the moment.

You rocked forward, letting the head of her cock tease your entrance, then sat down fully, the sensation of being filled so sudden and perfect you almost blacked out. You howled, loud and raw, and Alexia’s hands jerked up, grabbing at your shirt, yanking it over your head in one clumsy motion.

You didn’t stop moving, hips winding in slow, devastating circles, the stretch and fullness exact, but you wriggled your arms free and tossed the shirt aside, baring yourself to her gaze. Her hands flew to your tits, squeezing, kneading, cupping them and thumbing the nipples with an awe that bordered on possession.

You rode her, the rhythm savage and seamless, your cunt clenching hard around the shaft, and you could feel every tremble in her body as she tried to hold still beneath you. She wanted to buck up, to fuck herself into you, but you held her down, palms braced on her chest, riding her at your own pace.

She stared up at you, eyes wide and wild, like she’d never seen you before, or couldn’t believe you’d taken control. You smirked, loving the way you could make her unravel, how completely she gave herself over to you the moment you decided to take.

You ground down, slow, then snapped your hips up only to slam back down, the slap of skin on skin a percussion that echoed through the room. She moaned, deep and dark, the sound dissolving into a series of Catalan curses that only made you want to push her further.

Her hands never left your body, she cupped your tits, then slid one hand up to your throat, thumb stroking the hollow until you lifted your chin, bared it for her. She didn’t squeeze, not really, just held you there, her thumb tracing over your pulse in time with every thrust.

The other hand found your ass, fingers digging in, guiding you down onto her with a force that bordered on feral. You fucked her, moving faster, chasing your own pleasure and hers at the same time. The cock inside you hit all the right angles, stroking that spot inside until you couldn’t see straight, and every rub of her pelvis against your clit sent sparks up your spine. You clenched around her, feeling yourself on the edge, but held off, wanting to drag it out, to make her earn it. Alexia’s eyes rolled back, her grip on you bruising.

“Fuck,” she gasped, “Look at you, fucking yourself on me. You’re fucking perfect.” Her voice was wrecked,her hand tightening on your throat. “So fucking pretty when you take charge, princesa.”

That did something electric to your brain, and you buried the flush of pleasure in the movement of your hips, setting a brutal, sweet grind that had you both clinging to the edge. You could feel her getting close, the way her abs clenched and her jaw locked and her fingers left ghost bruises in your skin. You bent over her, kissing her deep, and she met you all the way, tongue hungry and searching, hands locking around your lower back like she could fuse you there forever.

You were close, so close, and you let the rhythm get sloppier, your body demanding more and more until you could barely hold yourself upright. She felt it, saw it, and rolled her hips up into you, driving the cock deeper, just as her hand left your throat and dropped to your clit, thumb rubbing a quick, ruthless circle that undid you on the spot.

You came, shuddering, clenching, your body folding in on itself as the world whited out. You cried out, not even caring if the whole house heard, and rode out the aftershocks until you thought you’d shake yourself apart. Alexia held you through it, arms banded around your waist, her hands stroking up and down your back until you’d softened, collapsed against her chest in a loose, grateful sprawl.

She threaded her fingers through your hair, pulled you down for one more kiss, and when you caught your breath you whispered in her ear, “That’s what you get for skipping meetings.” The hand she had on your ass squeezed, hard, and she bit your shoulder, no gentler than you deserved.

“You’re not getting out of bed either,” she said, her voice a low growl, “Not for the rest of the fucking day.”

You stayed there, bodies tangled and sticky, the cock still buried inside you, for a long, lazy time. You drifted through half sleep, punctuated by the occasional roll of her hips when she decided she wanted to start it all over again. There was nothing else in the world but the sound of her voice, her breath, the weight of her hands.

Eventually you extricated yourself, half dressed and barely able to walk. Alexia watched from the bed, propped up by one elbow and grinning like a woman who had conquered not just the city but you, body and will. “I need water,” you muttered, hair sticking to your neck, and she just nodded, watching the effect of her handiwork as you stumbled toward the bathroom.

You caught your own reflection in the mirror and laughed. Your neck was a patchwork of blooming bruises, your mouth swollen, your eyes glazed. There was no hiding what you’d done. You splashed water on your face and drank straight from the tap, then pulled on a t-shirt that didn’t even reach your hips. You wandered back to the bed, climbed straight in and folded yourself against Alexia’s side.

She kissed your temple, then let her hand rest at your waist, warm and heavy. The room was quiet except for your breathing, "Do you have a car I can borrow?" you murmured into her collarbone.

She pulled back just enough to look at you, "What for?"

"To drive."

"Don't get smart."

You giggled, tilting your face up to hers, "It's Sunday. Family dinner." You traced a lazy line across her sternum, "I'd like to go."

Alexia grinned, her eyes narrowing, “You want to show up at dinner like this?”

You shrugged, reckless now, spreading your arms to display the constellation of marks she’d left, “Family tradition. If I don’t show up with at least a few bruises after the last few months, they’ll think somethings wrong.”

She laughed and rolled over you, bracing herself with one palm beside your head, pinning you with the weight of her gaze, “You’re impossible,” she said, but there was a thread of wonder in it. She kissed your cheek, the edge of your jaw, the hollow just beneath your ear each press a mark of ownership, “Go shower, brat. I’ll have Cata bring a car around.”

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Alexia waited perched on the edge of the bed when you came out, already dressed, the illusion of professional, only the hint of red left at her jaw betraying you both. She held out a pair of your own jeans and a clean top, folding them one handed, “Ten minutes,” she said, as if she hadn’t just spent the last hour let you fuck her into the mattress.

You dressed quickly, a ritual now, and when you pulled on your shoes she knelt to tie the laces for you, quick and tight. “You don’t have to,” you muttered, but she only glanced up, an eyebrow cocked, as if to say, try and stop me.

Downstairs, the kitchen had turned into a holding pen for the entire crew. Patri sat hunched over the sports section, lips moving as she read, Misa methodically demolished a pile of eggs and toast, while Ingrid and Mapi stood at the sink, laughing at something so hard they both clung to the counter for support. You paused in the doorway, feeling weirdly exposed, but not in the way you usually did around these women. More like you’d returned from somewhere dangerous, and everyone present knew exactly who had brought you back. There was a roar of an engine, “Come on thats cata with the car”

Cata pulled up outside the estate in something that made you stop halfway down the steps.

You stared, then you looked at Alexia, then back at the car, “This is nice.”

Alexia leaned against the doorway, arms folded, “Nice?”

You grinned, “Very nice.”

Cata got out leaving open the driver's door for you. You climbed in, immediately sinking into the leather seat with a satisfied little hum, “Jesus.”

Alexia laughed under her breath, you were already pulling your phone from your pocket when Alexia walked over and lowered the window before shutting the door and leaning down slightly, “What are you doing?”

“Connecting my phone to play music.”

A second later, your music came through the speakers, you shimmied around in the seat, grinning as you put your seatbelt on, “Perfect.”

Alexia stared at you through the open window, “Behave.”

You looked up innocently, “Permission to drive it like I stole it?”

“No.” You laughed, “It's a very powerful, very expensive car, brat.”

You gave her a slow once over, then smiled, “I've ridden more powerful things than this.”

Alexia went completely still, Cata, standing several feet away, suddenly found the driveway fascinating. Alexia's eyebrows lifted, “You really don't know when to stop, do you?”

You grinned, “Never.”

She shook her head, but there was a smile threatening at the corner of her mouth, “I'm trusting you.”

You puckered your lips, Alexia rolled her eyes before leaning through the window and kissing you.

“Behave,” she murmured against your lips, “And get back in one piece.”

You pulled back just enough to look at her, “You talking to me or the car?”

That finally got the laugh you were looking for, Alexia straightened, shaking her head as she stepped away from the car, “Have fun.”

You smiled, put the car into gear and began rolling down the driveway, the enormous gates opened ahead of you, and you immediately turned the music up much louder.

Alexia's smile disappeared, “She's going to ruin that car isn't she"

Cata glanced at her, “You told her to have fun.”

“I didn't mean that kind of fun.”

The sports car disappeared through the gates, your acceleration noticeably more enthusiastic than necessary.

Alexia watched the empty driveway for another few seconds before sighing, “She's going to be the death of me.”

Cata's mouth twitched, “You knew that already.”

Alexia looked at her, “Unfortunately.”

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By the time you finally turned back through the gates, the estate was almost completely dark. You glanced at the clock on the dashboard, far later than you'd intended.

The driveway stretched ahead, illuminated by the soft pools of the security lights, and the ridiculous sports car purred beneath you as you eased it to a stop outside the main door.

You killed the engine, and it was silent, t=for a second, you just sat there, hands resting on the steering wheel, listening to the ticking of the cooling engine.

Then the front door opened and Cata appeared, she looked exhausted, hair slightly mussed, arms folded over her chest, and judging by the way she blinked several times, she'd been fighting sleep for a while.

You climbed out, Cata looked at the time on her watch, “You're very late.”

“I know.”

“I was beginning to think you were staying at your father's.”

You winced. “Sorry.”

She sighed, but there wasn't much bite behind it, “Come on, inside, I need to lock everything up.”

You followed her inside, the house completely different at this hour. No music or voices. No Patri arguing with someone over something ridiculous and no Mapi sprawled across the sofa.

Just silence, Cata checked the locks while you stood nearby, trying not to yawn.

“Everyone asleep?”

“Hours ago.”

You nodded, “Goodnight, Cata.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You started upstairs, the hallway was dark, only the small lights along the floor illuminating your way.

You reached Alexia's bedroom and slowly pushed the door open, the room was dark. You slipped inside and quietly closed it behind you, Alexia was lying in bed, facing away from the door still, far too still.

You stood there for a moment, watching the still shape of her in the dark. Then you moved, silent on the cool floorboards. Your shirt came off first, then your jeans and underwear, peeled away and left in a heap near the foot of the bed. The duvet was heavy and cool as you lifted it and slid in beside her, skin meeting skin in the dark, naked and unannounced.

You didn't have to wait long.

Alexia rolled over, the mattress shifting under her weight, and you felt her hand slide over your hip, the heat of her palm waking every nerve under your skin. She tucked her chest against your back, her chin against your shoulder, and let her arm drape heavy and possessive around your waist. The harness she'd never seemed to take off pressed hard into the curve of your ass, the silicone cock resting flush against your skin, the leather cool but her intent anything but.

She nipped your ear, her teeth catching the lobe before her mouth hovered just above it. "You're late," she whispered, her voice ruined by sleep and restraint.

You shivered, tried to roll towards her, but she just held you tighter, you reached back blindly, fingers scrabbling for her hip, and she caught your hand, pinning it next to your head with casual ease. "You missed me," you said, letting it hang in the dark, half taunt and half confession.

Alexia hummed, the sound a vibration low in her throat, "I missed your pussy." You could feel the slick between your legs, could feel her shift her hips so the strap ground slow and deliberate against you. "You want it?" she murmured, not bothering to wait for the answer.

You knew better than to say no, her hand slid from your waist to your chest, cupping your breast, and you ground back into her, needy. She rocked her hips, the cock rutting up between your ass cheeks, then let her hand drift down, over your stomach, until her fingers found the place you were already open for her. She rubbed your clit slow, circular, never quite enough and always too much.

"Please," you breathed, but she only bit your neck, the sharp sting sending another hot rush down your spine.

She guided the cock against your entrance, teasing, then pushed just the head inside, her hand pressing low on your stomach to keep you steady as she slid in deeper, deliberate and slow, like she wanted to feel every inch. You gasped, the fullness sudden and overwhelming, and she stilled, just breathing with you.

"You were late," she repeated, and this time there was a rasp of a threat in her voice, something almost dangerous. She rocked her hips, shallow and slow, and you shuddered, hands clawing at the sheets for purchase. Every thrust was measured, controlled, and you were already close.

She fucked you from behind, every inch of her body lined against yours, the cock driving into you, the force of it making you bite down on your own arm to keep from waking the house. Alexia wrapped her free arm around your chest, her hand over your throat, not choking but holding you in place, her breath hot in your ear.

"You need to be taught a lesson," she whispered, and you nodded, unable to speak.

Her grip went tighter, and her thrusts went deeper, more punishing, until your whole body jerked with the force of it. She bent your arm behind you, pinning it between your back and her, and forced your cheek into the pillow.

Her hand left your throat and found your hip, manhandling you until you were half on your side, half twisted, the cock plunging into you at an angle that made you lose all sense. She pressed her palm flat between your shoulder blades, holding you down as she pistoned in and out with steady, brutal pace.

You felt feral, caught and caged, and you loved her for it, for knowing exactly how to make you feel like prey and a queen at the same time. You wanted more, wanted her to ruin you, and you moaned, low, the sound muffled by the pillow but not lost to her.

She caught your knee and pulled it higher, opening you wider, and fucked you so deep you thought you might split apart from it. You clamped around her, the orgasm building, but she kept you right at the edge, never letting you fall over, always pulling you back with the deliberate cruelty of someone who had all the time in the world.

She reached between your legs, found your clit, and circled it gentle at first, then faster, rougher, until you started to sob, the need so sharp it bordered on pain. You tried to push back, to take more of her in, but she only laughed, mean and delighted, and slowed her pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, over and over until you were shaking with it.

She leaned down, her mouth at your ear, and said, "You going to come on my cock brat?"

You could do nothing but nod, helpless and grateful. She kept you there, a creature of nerve and need, until you begged. You didn't remember deciding to beg, but you heard yourself pleading, please, please, please, and Alexia rewarded you by rubbing your clit harder, fucking you deeper, until you snapped.

The orgasm hit like a fist, your body convulsing, vision gone white as you came around her, the aftershocks shaking you apart. She didn't let up, she pulled you onto your hands and knees, your body trembling, and mounted you, the cock driving back in, harder and faster. She held your hips in an iron grip, fingers digging into the flesh, and pounded into you until you thought you might black out from the overstimulation.

You were still spasming from the first orgasm when the second crested, the pleasure so intense you howled, muffled only by the pillow bunched beneath your chin you were gripping tightly.

Alexia pulled out abruptly, leaving you gaping and empty, and you nearly sobbed at the loss. She guided you down onto your elbows, face in the sheets, ass in the air, exposed and dripping. You felt her hand at the small of your back, then fingers probing at your cunt, slipping in to curl and stroke that spot inside until you were seeing stars.

Then her hand left you, and you felt the blunt pressure of her finger at your asshole, slick with your own wetness. The touch was shocking, almost as much for its gentleness as for the fact of you’d never let anyone before, and even now, bent over and wrecked and sweat slicked beneath her, you weren’t sure you could, but Alexia didn’t ask.

She circled your asshole with her fingertip, drawing out the anticipation until you thought you might start crying for it. Only then did she press, slow and steady, she groaned when her finger breached you, not cruel but reverent, watching the way your whole body tensed and trembled at the newness of it.

She fucked you both ways, the cock grinding into your cunt, her finger working in and out of your ass in time with every thrust. You’d never felt so exposed so claimed by another person but all you could do was ride the feeling, dig your nails into the mattress, and beg for more. You heard yourself babbling, the words half sobbed, “Please, please, please” and she only laughed, low and fond and dangerous, then leaned forward until her chest pressed your upper back and her mouth hovered at your ear.

“You want my cock in your ass, don’t you?” she said, voice so soft it could have been a secret. You couldn’t answer, just nodded, the motion frantic. Alexia bit your neck, then stilled her finger, the cock, everything, you thought she might stop, but then she said, “Not yet,” and pulled her finger out, leaving you pulsing and empty in a new, sharper way.

She flipped you, face up to the ceiling, her hands rough and sure. She took hold of your ankles and pressed them back towards your head, then licked her finger and brought it back to your ass, circling, pressing, working it in slow, and now you could see her watching you, the way your mouth fell open at the intrusion, the way your body arched up for her. She pumped the cock in and out with steady, measured rhythm, and every time she bottomed out inside you, the base of it ground against your clit, setting alight every frayed nerve ending.

Her finger played at the rim, teasing, then pressing deeper, and when you clenched around it she grinned, her teeth bared in a snarl of victory, “You’re going to let me fuck you here too,” she said, and it wasn’t a question, but you nodded, desperate, beyond shame.

You came again, this time with her finger inside you, and the sensation was so overwhelming that you went rigid, every muscle in your body locking up around her. She stroked you through it, her hand never letting up, and when you finally collapsed back onto the bed she withdrew, slow, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

She pulled out, and you whimpered at the absence, only for her to push her finger back in, working it deeper, then two. The change was sharp, but you wanted it, wanted her to know you could take whatever she gave. She worked you open, patient, relentless, until you were wild when she took the cock in one hand and lined it up with your ass, the head slick from your own cunt and the lube she’d palmed without you ever seeing.

She pressed, steady, relentless, and you felt the burn, the stretch, the delicious, terrifying slow bloom as she worked the tip inside you. She went slow, so slow you wanted to scream, but when you whimpered and tried to push back onto her, she caught your hips in an iron grip and held you still.

“Let me,” she growled, and you let her, let her fuck your ass with perfect, excruciating patience, let her fill you until you were sobbing into her shoulder from the sheer, greedy relief of it. She fucked you deep, both holes at once, her fingers in your cunt and a thumb still on your clit, and for one, transcendent moment you didn’t know where you started or ended, only that you belonged to her, that she had claimed every inch inside and out.

You heard yourself panting, the words falling out uncontrolled: Yes, yes, yes and you came again, and then again, until you were wrung out, unable even to move except for the helpless clench of your muscles around her as she drove home the last thrusts. Alexia held you through it, let you collapse into a sticky, ruined heap with her arms wrapped around your back, burying her face in your hair as if she could inhale what was left of you.

After a while, the cock slid out, the stretch replaced by the dull ache of fullness, and she soothed you with quiet, nonsense words. You lay there together, a tangle of wrecked limbs and exhausted breath, and for a while there was nothing in the world but the thundering of your heart and the way she stroked your thigh, slow and reverent, as if you were both something holy and something temporary and she wanted to memorise every detail before it was gone.

She turned you over, eventually, and pulled you to her chest, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head, “Never do that again,” she whispered.

You didn’t know what she meant leaving, or coming home so late, or letting her control you in such a way you seemingly did the one thing you said you would never do without even so much as a peep of resistance but you nodded anyway, said, “Okay,” because it was all you could manage.

She tucked the duvet tight around your bodies and, when she was sure you weren’t going anywhere, fell asleep with her arms locked around you. You didn’t sleep at first, just listened to the solidity of her heart and the rise of her chest and the strange, blessed quiet that had finally come to your life.

💪🏼 You were beginning to suspect Alexia was doing it deliberately, every single time the conversation got remotely close to the topic of relationship labels, she'd redirect it with the skill of someone dodging sniper fire.

Currently, you were lying in bed with a book balanced on your chest while Alexia sat beside you answering emails on her laptop, which should have been illegal, nobody should look that attractive while checking spreadsheets.

You rolled onto your side and rested your chin on her shoulder, "Busy?"

"Mm."

You peered at the screen, "That looks boring."

"It is."

"So stop."

"No."

You sighed dramatically, Alexia didn't even look up.

A few minutes later she finally closed the laptop and placed it on the bedside table, immediately she rolled over and wrapped an arm around your waist, dragging you against her.

You smiled despite yourself, you settled comfortably against her chest, Alexia buried her face in your hair.

The room fell quiet which was perfect, because now was your chance.

"So."

Alexia immediately sighed.

You frowned, "What?"

"You've got that tone."

"What tone?"

"The one before you ask me something."

"I don't have a tone."

"You absolutely have a tone." You poked her side, she caught your wrist, "Rude."

You looked up at her, "So."

"Not again."

You narrowed your eyes, Alexia was already smiling, "Are we..."

"No."

You blinked, "No?"

"I know exactly what you're about to ask."

"Then answer it."

"I just did."

You stared at her, "That wasn't an answer."

"It was."

"It wasn't."

"It absolutely was."

You groaned and dropped your head back onto the pillow, "You're annoying."

Alexia looked very pleased with herself a dangerous sign.

You tried a different approach, "You know most people have conversations about these things."

"We have conversations."

"Not about this."

"We're talking about it now."

"We aren't."

Alexia kissed your forehead, "Conversations over brat, go to sleep"

You made an offended noise, she laughed, actually laughed, the smug bastard, "Alexia."

"Yes?"

You sat up slightly, "We spend every day together."

"Mm."

"You moved me into your room."

"For safety."

"You sleep wrapped around me."

"It's comfortable."

"You get annoyed when I leave the house."

"I get annoyed when you disappear."

"You threatened a waiter because she flirted with me."

"She was irritating."

You stared at her, Alexia stared right back completely serious, "Okay," you said slowly, "What exactly are we then?"

She reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, "A headache."

You slapped her shoulder, Alexia laughed again, "You know what I mean."

"I do."

"Then answer." Instead of speaking, she pulled you back into her arms, you narrowed your eyes, "You're avoiding it."

"No."

"You are."

"No."

"You literally are."

Alexia kissed the corner of your mouth, "No."

Another kiss.

"You."

Another.

"Are."

Another.

"Being."

Another.

"Distracting."

By the time you reached the last word you were smiling despite your best efforts.

"That's manipulation."

"It worked."

"Alexia."

She finally looked at you, some of the amusement softened, the teasing faded slightly, "You want labels."

You hesitated, "Maybe."

Alexia was quiet for a moment which was unusual, because Alexia always seemed to have an answer. Eventually she sighed, "I haven't done this before."

That caught you off guard, "What?"

"This." She gestured vaguely between the two of you, "Whatever this is."

You blinked, "Seriously? That's what i'm trying to figure out, you've definitely dated people before Alexia."

"I've slept with people."

"Oh."

"Different." You couldn't really argue with that. Alexia looked away briefly, "The people I care about live in this house."

You softened immediately, "Ale..."

The admission seemed to physically pain her, which was honestly adorable. You tried not to smile and failed.

"Oh my God."

"What?"

"You're nervous."

"I'm not nervous."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"You absolutely are."

Alexia glared, you grinned, the terrifying mafia boss looked away first which felt incredible.

"So," you said carefully, "Hypothetically."

Alexia immediately looked suspicious, "Hypothetically."

"If somebody wanted you to be their girlfriend..."

"A dangerous level of hypothetical."

"...would you say yes?"

Alexia stared at you, you stared back a full minute passed, then, "Brat."

Alexia stared at you, you stared right back, a dangerous smile slowly started spreading across your face.

"...What?" she asked cautiously.

You shrugged, "I was just thinking." Alexia immediately looked concerned which offended you, "Rude."

"You only get that look when you're about to cause a problem."

"I don't cause problems."

Alexia laughed actually laughed, which was frankly disrespectful, you folded your arms, "Fine."

"Fine?"

You nodded. "Fine."

Alexia narrowed her eyes, "...Why do I hate that you agree with me?"

You shrugged again, "If you don't want labels that's okay."

Her eyes narrowed further, "I sense a trap."

"No."

"Absolutely a trap."

You sighed dramatically, "I just wanted clarification." Alexia didn't buy it for a second, you could see it on her face, "So we're not exclusive even at the very least"

"We—"

"That's all I needed to know."

You started climbing out of bed, Alexia immediately grabbed your wrist, "Where are you going?"

You looked back innocently, "Nowhere."

"Brat."

You smiled sweetly, "I was just thinking if we're not together, then I guess I can date other people."

You were met with silence and the temperature in the room dropped several degrees.

Alexia stared as you continued, "I mean, that seems fair."

"Fair?"

"Yeah."

"Fair?"

You nodded, "That's what I said."

Alexia's jaw tightened, you were enjoying this entirely too much, "You want to date other people."

You pretended to think about it, "I mean..."

"Y/N."

"Well, if we're not exclusive."

Alexia's eyes followed you as you got off the bed slowly and dangerously, like a predator watching something particularly stupid wander into its enclosure.

You sat on the end of the mattress, crossed your legs and chose violence, "I've actually been thinking about Misa."

The silence became deafening, Alexia blinked once, "Misa."

You nodded, "She's hot." Alexia stared and you continued before common sense could intervene, "Very hot actually."

"Interesting."

"She's mysterious."

"Mm."

"Strong."

"Mm."

"Great body, those abs." Alexia's eye twitched you nearly laughed, "Also she leant me a gun before my papa took care of the Marco situation for safety."

The eye twitched again, "Did she now."

"That's attractive."

Alexia slowly sat upright, "Oh, absolutely."

You grinned, "See? You get it."

"No. Continue."

The fact she wanted you to continue should have been a warning, instead you doubled down, "She's got that whole brooding thing."

Alexia folded her arms, "Brooding."

"Yeah."

"Anything else?"

You pretended to think, "She's surprisingly nice."

A dangerous smile appeared, "Oh?"

"And she pours orange juice without being asked."

Alexia's eyebrows lifted, "The orange juice won you over?"

"It certainly didn't hurt."

Alexia stared at you for several seconds, "Get out."

You blinked, "What?"

"Go." You burst out laughing, Alexia pointed at the bedroom door, "Go flirt with Misa then."

"Alexia." You immediately started laughing harder, "Are you jealous?"

"No."

"You are."

"No."

"You absolutely are." Alexia started walking around the bed towards you, you immediately started backing away across the bed and off the other side, "Oh my God."

"I'm not jealous."

"You sound jealous."

"I'm not."

"You sound extremely jealous."

Alexia came up to you staring down at you, you tried so hard to not smile but you'd couldn't help it, "Take that smart mouth elsewhere brat"

You brushed past her towards the door and didn't react after she spanked your ass as you past and you could feel the anger radiating off her as you pulled the door over and who happened to be walking towards you, "Oh, hi Misa" Misa oblivious asked, "I was just going down to make a coffee, you want one?"

"Aww that's sweet of you, yes please" both your head turns to the bedroom door when there was a crash behind it, you looked to Misa, "I think she's over tired"

💪🏼

The campaign lasted approximately three days before the entire house realised something was wrong, it started innocently. Alexia walked into the kitchen one morning to find you taking a seat beside Misa at the breakfast bar.

Nothing unusual there, except you immediately smiled, “Morning, Misa.”

Misa looked up from her coffee, “Morning?”

“You look nice today.”

The silence that followed was immediate, Misa blinked, Patri nearly inhaled her cereal. Across the room Alexia stopped walking.

“You look nice too, Boss,” you added without looking away from your coffee.

Alexia narrowed her eyes, Mapi physically turned her chair around, "What the fuck is happening? Are you fighting? I've not heard you two fuck in days."

Nobody had an answer, but it got worse, so much worse, Alexia would walk into a room and somehow find you already talking to Misa.

Every single time, “Misa?”

“Y/N.”

“Have you been working out?”

Misa stared, “I literally work out every day.”

“It's paying off.”

From somewhere behind you came the unmistakable sound of Alexia grunting her displeasure, you didn't even turn around.

Misa looked over your shoulder, “Boss is staring.”

“I know.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

Misa sighed, “Jesus Christ.”

The whole house knew, nobody said it, but everyone knew you were up to something especially because you only ever did it when Alexia was present.

The second she left the room you went completely back to normal, “You know,” she said one afternoon, “this feels dangerous.”

You looked up from the sofa, “What does?”

“The way you're poking the bear.”

You smiled. “I don't know what you mean.”

“You absolutely do.”

“Maybe.”

Misa rubbed her face, “I'm going to get murdered.”

“No you aren't.”

“Alexia looked at me yesterday like she was pricing burial plots.”

The funniest part was that Alexia refused to acknowledge it outwardly but the evidence was everywhere.

Whenever you sat beside Misa, Alexia suddenly needed the seat next to you.

Whenever you talked to Misa, Alexia appeared within thirty seconds.

Whenever Misa offered you anything, Alexia somehow got there first, by day four Mapi was openly taking bets.

That evening Alexia finally cornered you you were in her bedroom reading she walked in from a meeting loosened her watch and removed her jacket, then simply stared at you.

You looked up innocently, “Yes?”

"You think you're funny."

"Very." Alexia sat on the edge of the bed still staring, you returned to your book, "What?"

"You've spent four days flirting with Misa and shrugging me off with your lame excuses when I want to fuck you."

You smiled, "Have I?"

"Yes."

"Huh."

Alexia's eye twitched.

Night one you were curled beneath the blankets scrolling through your phone when Alexia moved closer her arm settled around your waist, her lips brushed your shoulder.

Normally that would've been enough, normally, tonight you simply yawned.

Alexia paused, "You tired?"

"Exhausted."

She looked suspicious immediately, "Really."

"Mm."

"You slept until ten."

"Still tired."

Alexia rolled away and you smiled at the ceiling.

The next night she tried again, you were lying beside her, Alexia's fingers traced absent patterns across your arm.

You sighed dramatically, "My head hurts."

"Your head."

"Mhm."

"Interesting."

"Very."

Alexia looked unconvinced, because both of you knew you were lying terribly.

Night three, Alexia kissed your neck, you immediately pulled the duvet higher, "I've got a stomach ache."

Alexia stopped, a dangerous quiet settled over the room, "A stomach ache."

"Terrible one."

"Five minutes ago you ate three portions of Ingrid's lasagna."

You nodded seriously, "Exactly."

By this point even you were struggling not to laugh, Alexia, however, was becoming increasingly irritated, not angry, just Determined.

The final straw came when Alexia walked into her bedroom to see you with the balcony doors open leaning against the balustrade looking down at what she knew to be Misa lifting weights just in a pair of shorts and a sports bra below.

You could feel Alexia’s gaze lancing through your shoulder blades before you even turned. Her presence pulled at you, made your throat go dry.

Alexia stepped onto the balcony behind you, feet silent on the tile, but you felt her anyway. She didn’t say a word, only watched. You wondered how long she’d stand there, letting the jealousy spool through her veins like piano wire, letting it tighten, letting it cut.

She crowded in behind you, her body a wall, her arms coming up around either side so her palms pressed the balustrade just next to your hands. You could see Misa glance up registering the two of you in the window above. There was a brief, unreadable flash in her face before she set the bar down with a clatter and moved on to the next thing.

Alexia’s lips hovered just above your ear, her breath a hot, controlled line, “You want to put on a show?” she said, voice so low it was almost a threat.

You didn’t answer, you didn’t need to. Your blood was already pounding, your hips pressed hard to the rail, your breath gone a little ragged.

Without preamble, Alexia’s hands closed over your wrists, pinning them to the cold metal. She kicked your ankles apart, and you let her, your bare feet skidding against the tile. The strap on had she worn it under her clothes all day, waiting for an excuse to wreck you? and you felt it, hard and hot, pressing into the curve of your ass.

She ground it there, once, twice, a mean little tease, then reached under your hips and yanked your shorts and underwear to your knees in a single, practiced motion. You gasped, the air sharp on your skin, and Alexia wasted no time, lining herself up and driving the cock into you with a single, perfect thrust.

The rail dug into your stomach, you arched and bit down on the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming. Alexia fucked you right there, in full view of anyone below, her hands clamped around your hips, pulling you back into her with a rhythm that was all muscle and zero mercy.

She bent over you, chest pressed to your spine, and spoke into your neck. “Let her watch,” she said, her voice gone all boss, all hunger, “Let her see who you belong to.”

You let her, there was no other word for it. You let her bend you over the rail, let her set the rhythm, let her claim every inch she’d staked out as hers. The urgency in her hips was all violence, all proof, the punishing pace meant for you but angled just enough that anyone looking up would see the show.

The angle so sharp it bordered on pain, and you relished it, relished the feeling of being so thoroughly handled, relished the knowledge that Alexia was stripping you down and filling you with her strap.

Below, Misa’s form slowed, she looked up once, didn’t look away, her mouth twitched a smile, disgust, reluctance, you couldn’t tell and then she put her head down and kept working. You liked that she watched, you wanted Alexia to know you liked it.

Alexia must’ve seen it too. She held you there, bodies fused, cock buried deep, then let one hand drift from your waist to cup your breast through the thin cotton, squeezing hard enough that you whimpered. Her other hand found your throat, wrapped gentle but firm, angling your head so you were forced to keep your eyes forward, her thumb digging just below your jaw as she pistoned in and out. You were panting, braced on your toes, the edge of your body shuddering with each brutal, perfect thrust.

You heard the thud of weights below, felt the burn of Misa’s stare, and for a dizzying second you let yourself be seen. You wanted it you wanted her to see how well you took it, how well Alexia made you take it. Your mouth lolled open, breathless, and you moaned her name, the sound echoing off stone and glass and sky.

Alexia’s hand came down hard on your ass, once, twice, sharp enough to make you yelp, and then she buried her face in your neck, teeth raking the skin just above your pulse. She must’ve seen the way your eyes drifted down to Misa again, because the next second she pulled out, grabbed your hair, and spun you around to face her.

She was flushed, wild, a flush on her cheeks and her pupils dark and wide. "You like being watched by her?" she said, voice low, dangerous. "You like it when someone sees how wet you get for me?"

You nodded, or tried to, but she spun you and marched you inside, never letting the cock slip from you. She shoved you face first against the glass, your breath fogging the pane, and fucked you so hard you thought you might crack the window.

"Say it," she growled into your ear.

You whimpered, "What?"

"Say who you belong to."

You bit your lip, but she slammed her hips into yours, the cock stretching you so deep and good you couldn't hold back. "You," you gasped. "I belong to you."

"Say it louder."

"You," you moaned, desperate.

"Whose pussy is my cock in?"

"Mine"

You yelped as her hand came down on your ass, "Wrong, whose pussy is my cock in brat?" You caught on, "Yours, my pussy is all yours"

She pulled out and spun you again, this time shoving you down onto the bed, the harness still buckled tight around her hips, her eyes fierce and almost wet with hunger. She crawled up after you, pushing your knees to your chest, the cockhead teasing at your entrance.

"You want everyone to hear you say it?" she said, voice trembling now with the effort of holding it together.

You nodded, hands fisting in the sheets. "Yes."

She bent you in half, sliding the cock back into your cunt, and fucked you open, the pace merciless, the sound of skin on skin loud enough to fill the room.

Alexia clearly couldn’t pick between her possessive and jealous side as she wrenched you off back the bed and manhandled you back to the window. She pressed you to the glass again, but this time she reached around and, without an ounce of shame, slid the doors wide to the world, Alexia’s hand on your hip and the cock inside you erased everything else.

She brought her mouth to your ear, voice low but pitched to carry. “Let her hear you, baby. Let her know whose you are.” The words coiled through your belly, sharp and hot, and you couldn’t help it the moan that left your lips was loud, so loud, echoing down to the garden where Misa still circled, pretending not to look up.

Alexia set a brutal pace. She fucked you against the glass, her nails digging red half-moons into your skin. She locked one hand in your hair, the other pressing flat over your stomach, pinning you between her cock and the edge of the universe. The friction was perfect, every thrust hitting so deep you thought you might break apart, and you felt yourself unraveling, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, your entire body singing with the need to be marked, to be claimed.

You wanted to give it to her, so you did. You arched into her, grinding back, letting your cunt swallow every inch, and when you came, it was a violent, shaking thing that left you boneless and sobbing, so loud you could have woken the entire city. Alexia didn’t stop, didn’t slow, fucked you through it until you came again, and again.

“That’s it brat, take it!” she growled, “do you think Misa would fuck you like this?” You nearly lost your mind. The world shrank to the perfect violence of her hips and your shared breath, the shocking air on your skin, the white hot pleasure tearing through your nerves. You pressed your forehead to the glass, let the window fog beneath your open mouth, and let the universe see you as nothing but hers.

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a whine, a strangled plea that dissolved into another wave of sensation as she redoubled her pace. The cock hit so deep you saw spots, and when Alexia’s hand left your hip to slide between your legs, you jerked nearly off your feet. She circled your clit, rough and fast, and you came again, this one so sharp and brutal you might have thought it would kill you. You screamed, for real, loud enough to echo down to the terrace, out to the city, to anyone and everyone who cared to listen.

“Keep your eyes open,” she snapped, and you flinched at the authority in her voice, at the way a single syllable from her could override your entire nervous system. You didn’t dare disobey, you stared out, through the glass and across the morning, through the gauzy blur of your own reflection, the outline of Misa in the garden now a ghostly double exposure behind the sweat and spit streaked on the window.

The cock inside you was unforgiving, every movement calibrated to break you open, to make you feel every inch, every ridge, every brutal slap of her hips against your ass. You felt your cunt start to tighten, the gathering pulse at the base of your spine, and you heard yourself whimper, a wrecked, high sound that bounced off the glass and came back twice as loud.

Alexia didn’t slow, didn’t let you breathe. She pressed her palm high between your shoulders and forced you to bend, flattening your chest to the cool pane. You felt the bone deep thud of her strap as she bottomed out, the tip punching against your cervix, and the pain was so sharp, so perfect, you nearly sobbed from relief. You loved the way she handled you like a possession, a problem solved by force.

Her other hand snaked down, fingers slipping between your legs, and she caught your clit between two fingers. She rubbed it hard, not bothering with subtlety, only the raw, unyielding friction that made your knees want to buckle. The sensation was so intense it felt like an electric current shoved through your spine and you realised, in a moment of utter panic, that you were going to come so hard you’d lose control.

You tried to warn her. “Fuck. Ale. I’m gonna” but she just shushed you, her breath hot in your ear, and ground the cock in even deeper, her fingers doubling the pressure on your clit.

“Do it,” she said, guttural, and you lost it entirely.

You squirted, an involuntary gush that splattered down your inner thighs and onto the floor, a hot, shameful rush that made your whole body seize and then shudder loose. Your mouth went slack against the window, steam blooming in frantic circles around your open lips.

Alexia laughed, low and triumphant, then kept going, working you through it, through the aftershocks, through the wild contractions that made you clamp down around the cock so hard you thought it might break.

Alexia braced her forehead against your shoulder, her own breath gone hot and uneven. When your legs buckled, she caught you, lifted you so the glass took more of your weight, then eased the cock out with a filthy, wet noise that made you shudder. She pressed her mouth to the back of your neck, teeth grazing, then bit down hard.

You laughed, the sound raw, your pulse still shaking through your wrists. Through the haze you looked out the window, Misa was gone, the garden empty save for the dented grass where she’d been.

Alexia’s hands wandered, gentler now, tracing the marks she’d left on your hips, up your back, down the soft curve of your thigh. For a moment neither of you spoke, your breathing the only language. You leaned into her, she wrapped both arms around your waist, held you there, grounding you as the last tremors faded.

Finally she spoke, voice cracked but satisfied, "If you ever flirt with her again, I’ll fuck you right here every evening. Would you like that?"

You couldn’t help but giggle, "You know I think I would."

She kissed your shoulder then, with one arm still around your middle, she closed the balcony doors, the glass cool against your skin as she pressed you into it, cock still strapped and sticky between your legs. She didn’t let you go, not even when you started to sag with exhaustion, just held you there, breathing in the scent of your hair like it was oxygen.

You stayed like that for a long, quiet time, she still hadn’t learned to say the word, but you didn’t need her to. You could feel it how real it was, how desperate, how absolute.

You peeled yourself away, turned to face her, and she looked at you like she might eat you whole. Without a word you walked away and hoped in her shower, by the time you finished, the mirror was steamed over and you could see nothing but shapes and colours, your own face a blur of satisfaction you barely recognised.

You dried off, threw on a clean t-shirt, one of Alexia’s, oversized and soft and walked back into the bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, forearms resting on her knees, watching the door with the patience of a predator who knows her prey is already caught.

You stood in the doorway, bare legs and damp hair and her shirt hanging off your shoulders, and waited. Alexia’s eyes raked up and down your body, slow and unapologetic, then she crooked a finger at you.

You crossed the room, heat curling in your stomach, and stopped just in front of her. She ran her hands up your thighs, palms warm, thumbs digging into the flesh like she was testing it for flaws. She grinned and yanked you down onto her lap so you straddled one of her legs. You could feel the harness, the cock still strapped on and damp from earlier, pressed between your bodies.

“You enjoyed yourself?” she asked, voice a rasp at the bottom of her throat.

You nodded.

She gripped your ass, holding you in place, and rocked her thigh up against your cunt. You gasped, surprised by the friction, but she only smiled, “Good.”

You tried to grind down on her, but she held you still, arms like iron bands around your waist. She kissed you, slow at first, then deeper, when she finally pulled away, your head was spinning.

You were about to say something, something clever, something bratty but she slid her hand up your back and threaded it into your hair, pulling your head back until your throat was exposed.

“You’re mine,” she said, and kissed your neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. “Let her watch. Let the whole city fucking watch.”

You moaned, knees going weak, and she pushed you down onto the bed. She slid between your legs, the harness still on, the cock dragging a line of wetness over your thigh as she took one of your ankles and rested it on her shoulder. You were hyperaware of every inch of your body, the air on your skin, the stretch of your muscles, the way your body arched to meet her.

She didn’t fuck you it was a reminder she could if she wanted to how you no matter what you were feeling always would accept whatever she gave you sexually.

She kissed any piece of skin she could find pushing up your shirt to find your breasts, all the while she was taking the strap off and removing her joggers.

You reached for her, but she pinned your wrists above your head, holding both easily in one hand. She worked your shirt off, baring your chest to the chill air and her hotter gaze, and then she shifted up the bed until her knees bracketed your arms, thighs flexing as she moved to straddle your face.

You looked up at her, the impossible stretch of those thighs, the darkness at the apex where her cunt glistened and waited for you. You’d never seen anything more perfect.

She hovered, not quite settling, letting her heat radiate down to you while her hands gripped the headboard, knuckles white. Her hair half fell into her face, her tongue flicked out to taste her own mouth.

“Open,” she said, and you did, tongue out, eyes wide, hungry as you’d ever been for anything. She sank down, her weight deliberate, and for a second you thought she might lose her composure right then.

You licked her, slow at first, savouring the way she tasted different after all the hours of sweat and fucking, the way her thighs trembled when you flicked your tongue over her clit, the way she whined when you sucked it between your lips and rolled it gentle, then hard.

You worked your tongue inside her, tasting her, exhaling against her until she was shaking, her thighs clamped tight to either side of your head. She rocked her hips, the movement desperate, and you caught her rhythm, matching her grind until you could barely breathe.

You loved that, loved the threat of suffocation, the way she could take your oxygen away and give it back only in the form of her own pleasure. She fucked your mouth, that was the only way to describe it, rode your tongue, ground her cunt onto your lips until your jaw hurt and your nose was full of her scent.

You grazed her clit with your teeth, just a nudge, and she nearly broke the headboard, her whole body tensing and shuddering above you. You let her take what she wanted, let her use your face like it was the only thing that could get her off. She got louder, her voice carrying, the practiced restraint gone in the wreckage of her need.

You imagined the whole house hearing it, imagined Misa and Patri and all the rest knowing exactly who was making those sounds, exactly who was underneath her, and you got wetter, greedy for it.

Alexia came with a violence you’d never seen in her before, her body gone rigid, her hands scrabbling for purchase in your hair to hold you exactly where she needed you, her throat working around the moan.

She didn’t stop, even as the aftershocks rolled through her, kept grinding her cunt against your mouth until your face was slick with her, until her body finally gave out and she collapsed down beside you, boneless and panting.

You lay there, wrist still above your head, letting the taste of her linger on your tongue, letting the air fill with the sound of her shattered breathing.

You only realised you’d been staring at the ceiling for a full minute when Alexia’s hand gently peeled your wrist from her grip, massaging the palm until sensation returned. She lay flat on her back, breath still sawing in and out of her chest, eyes squeezed shut in the kind of exhausted bliss you’d once thought only happened in movies.

You wanted to close your own eyes maybe even sleep for a measurable fraction of forever, but couldn’t shake the need to see her reaction, to be absolutely sure you hadn’t hallucinated the last hour.

She made a sound, some hybrid between a groan and a laugh, and rolled sideways to face you. Her cheek was flushed, sweat rimming her hairline, but her gaze when it finally found you was softer than you’d ever seen.

She reached over, running a finger along the corner of your lip, and then kissed it, slow, before dropping her head onto your chest. You expected her to say something cutting or clever to break the spell with a joke, a dig, some old Alexia defence mechanism. Instead, she threaded one arm between your back and the bed, wrapping you in a slow, possessive embrace, and simply breathed, letting the rise and fall of your chest lull her into something close to peace.

The first few days living at Alexia's felt almost suspiciously easy, there were no grand conversations about what it meant, no official declaration that this was permanent.

You'd simply started leaving things around, Olivia's toys appeared in the living room, your toiletries joined Alexia's in the bathroom, there were tiny clothes drying beside Alexia's training kit.

Your coffee somehow ended up in the cupboard beside hers and every morning you woke up beside Alexia with Olivia making some sort of noise from the baby monitor and, for the first time in months, you didn't immediately feel like you were drowning.

It was domestic, comfortable, almost normal which was probably why you hadn't thought much about your phone until that afternoon.

You were sitting on the sofa while Olivia played on the floor, happily occupied with a pile of blocks, when you finally picked it up.

You'd been ignoring social media deliberately, there was always something, but the moment Instagram loaded, you realised apparently you'd missed quite a lot.

Your notifications were ridiculous, you frowned, "What the hell?"

You started scrolling, Alexia's name appeared everywhere, clips, articles, posts, people asking if she was okay, what had happened, analysing the moment she'd run off the pitch during the Spain match.

You frowned harder, "Alexia..."

Olivia looked up immediately, "Ale?"

"No, baby. She's upstairs."

You clicked onto one of the videos, there she was, Alexia sat in front of a Barcelona media backdrop, still in training gear, answering questions.

You turned the volume up.

The interviewer smiled politely, "Obviously there was some concern after the international break when you were taken off so early and immediately left the pitch. Can you tell us what happened?"

Alexia's expression softened, "Yeah." She nodded, "Everything is okay." The interviewer waited, Alexia smiled slightly, "My daughter was rushed to hospital."

"But she's okay now," Alexia continued quickly, "Everything is fine. She's home now."

The interviewer visibly relaxed, "That's good to hear."

"Yeah." Alexia nodded, "She's very good." There was a tiny smile on her face, "Very, very good."

You paused the video, you stared at the screen. My daughter.

It shouldn't have surprised you, you'd heard Alexia refer to Olivia that before, but seeing her say it publicly was different. There was no hesitation.

You looked down at Olivia. She was completely oblivious, sitting amongst her blocks and attempting to put one inside another despite the fact they clearly didn't fit.

You smiled faintly, then your eyes returned to your phone, the internet had apparently gone insane over it. You scrolled through the comments, people were mostly relieved it was something with Alexia, some were asking what happened.

Then you saw the next wave, people had noticed Alexia saying my daughter, your smile faded slightly, because apparently so had everyone else.

You scrolled.

WAIT, HER DAUGHTER?

Since when does Alexia have a kid?

Did I miss something??

WHO IS THIS CHILD?

Your eyebrows climbed, "Oh, brilliant."

Olivia looked up again, you looked at her, she smiled, you couldn't help smiling back.

"Yeah." You locked your phone, "Apparently the internet has discovered you exist."

Olivia blinked.

You laughed quietly, "Not that you care."

She immediately went back to her blocks, you watched her for a moment, then your gaze drifted towards the stairs, Alexia had been so matter of fact about it.

Despite the chaos it would probably cause online, despite the questions and speculation that were inevitably coming something warm settled in your chest. Because you'd spent so long worrying about whether you were somehow taking Sofia and Marta's place.

Whether loving Olivia too much was somehow an act of betrayal, but Alexia didn't seem to think loving her like her own needed an explanation or guilt attached. Maybe you were finally beginning to understand that.

The first notification had barely registered before another appeared beneath it, then another and another.

You frowned at your phone, thumb hovering over the screen as you watched the number beside the little heart climb.

It wasn't even anything particularly unusual at first, a few new followers, a couple of likes on old photographs, then suddenly there were dozens.

You refreshed and even more, "What the hell?"

You opened your notifications and immediately understood absolutely nothing.

There were names you'd never seen before, accounts with Barcelona profile pictures, with Alexia's face plastered across their feeds. People liking photographs you'd posted years ago, one person had apparently gone back far enough to like a photograph of you holding a coffee that you'd posted when you'd been twenty two.

You stared at it, "How have you even gone that far back?"

You clicked onto your profile, your stomach dropped your follower count was climbing in real time.

You immediately went into your settings, switched your account to a private account, then you went through your followers one by one.

If you didn't recognise them, they were gone, there were people you'd never heard of who had somehow managed to follow you within the last half hour.

Some had Alexia in their usernames, some had entire accounts dedicated to her, you didn't know how they'd found you, you didn't particularly want to know. You were halfway through removing another account when you suddenly stopped.

Your eyes flicked towards Olivia, she was sitting on the floor, completely oblivious to the fact that her existence had apparently become a topic of conversation online.

Your stomach twisted, you went back through your own Instagram, you hadn't thought about it before, not really.

There were photographs of you, friends, holidays, family, food and the occasional stupid selfie, but there wasn't a single photograph of Olivia not one and suddenly you were incredibly grateful for that.

You hadn't deliberately kept her off social media because you'd expected this. You'd simply never wanted to put her online, she was too little, too young to understand what it meant to have strangers looking at her, talking about her, deciding things about he and now, looking at the sudden interest in your account, you were even more certain.

You didn't care whether people knew who you were, they could find your selfies, they could scroll through your holiday pictures.

They could speculate about you and Alexia until the end of time, but Olivia? No, absolutely not.

You locked your phone and placed it face down beside you, Olivia immediately crawled over, pulling herself upright against your knees.

"Mama."

You looked down, "Hi, baby."

She reached for you, you scooped her up automatically, settling her against your chest, her little arms wrapped around your neck.

You kissed the side of her head, you could hear Alexia somewhere upstairs, moving around, completely unaware that her innocent little comment in an interview had apparently sent a portion of the internet hunting for you.

You sighed, "Your Ale has caused me a bit of a problem." Olivia rested her cheek against you, "Don't worry." You kissed her hair again, "Mama's got you."

And that, more than anything, was why you were grateful there wasn't a single photograph of her sitting on your Instagram.

People could find you, they could gossip, work out that you lived with Alexia. They could decide whatever they wanted about your relationship, but they didn't get her.

Olivia deserved at least one part of her life that belonged entirely to her and you intended to keep it that way.

You looked down at her, an idea slowly taking shape, your eyes narrowed, then you smiled, "Mama has a plan, Olivia."

Olivia stared up at you with absolutely no indication she understood a word you'd said.

"Yes." You nodded seriously, "A very good plan." She grabbed your nose, "Ouch."

She giggled.

You kissed her palm, "Your other mama is going to have to help me with this one."

The plan, admittedly, wasn't particularly complicated, you were going to teach Olivia to call Alexia Mami, not because you needed to prove anything, or because you were trying to manufacture some perfect little family image for the people currently invading your Instagram.

But because, somewhere along the way, you'd realised something, Alexia deserved a name too and apparently, you'd been beaten to the thought.

A few days earlier, Eli happened to pop round while Alexia was at training. You were sitting on the kitchen floor with Olivia between your legs, attempting to convince her that the wooden spoon was not, in fact, a suitable instrument for drumming against the cupboards when Eli wandered in carrying a bag of groceries.

"Hola, princesa."

Olivia immediately looked towards her, "Hi."

Eli's face softened, "She's getting so big."

You smiled, reaching around Olivia to stop her from attempting to eat the corner of a wooden block, "Don't remind me."

Eli laughed, settling herself onto the kitchen floor beside you, for a while, you just chatted about nothing particularly important. Alexia's training, what you were doing for dinner, Olivia's latest obsession with throwing absolutely everything she could get her hands on across the room.

Then, somewhere in the middle of it, you said something about how Olivia had started saying more words and Eli pondered about if Olivia would always call Alexia Ale or whether she'd call her mami one day. Alexia had apparently thought the same according to Eli not that she'd ever said anything to you.

The plan turned out to be much easier in theory than it was in practice, because apparently teaching a toddler a new name was considerably more difficult when the toddler in question had already decided that one particular person was called Ale and therefore that was the end of the discussion.

You started with the easiest possible place, Alexia's house was full of her. Not in an obnoxious way, despite what you might have expected from someone who had spent years being told she was very important.

There were photographs everywhere, family photographs, football photographs, framed pictures from Barcelona celebrations, time with Spain international duties and a few old photographs of Alexia with Alba and Eli.

You carried Olivia around on your hip, wandering through the downstairs hallway while she looked around with the sort of distracted curiosity toddlers seemed to possess.

You stopped beside one of the photographs, Alexia was younger in it, standing in a Barcelona shirt with a medal around her neck, grinning broadly at the camera.

You pointed, "Who's that?"

Olivia immediately looked at the photograph, "Ale."

You nodded enthusiastically, "Yes."

You pointed again, "Mami." Olivia looked at you, you pointed at Alexia, "Mami Ale."

She stared at the photograph, then at you, then back at the photograph, you waited, "...Ale."

You sighed, "Right. We're going to have to work on this."

Olivia giggled, you kissed her cheek.

"That's Mami Ale."

"Ale."

"Yes, but Mami Ale."

She seemed satisfied with this arrangement, you carried her further down the hallway to another photograph, Alexia with the Champions League trophy.

You pointed again, "Who's that?"

"Ale."

"Mami Ale."

"Ale."

"Yes." You nodded, choosing not to be defeated, "Mami Ale."

Olivia grabbed your chin and turned your face towards her, you stared at her she stared back, shen she burst into giggles.

"You're not taking this seriously." More giggling, "Come on."

You turned her back towards the photograph.

"Mami."

"Ale."

"Mami."

"Ale."

You narrowed your eyes, "You are doing this deliberately."

She slapped both hands against your cheeks.

You laughed despite yourself, "Okay. Fine." You kissed her forehead.

You carried her into the living room, there was another photograph on the sideboard, this one of Alexia and Alba as children, Alexia's father standing behind them with both girls tucked against his sides.

You pointed at Alexia, "Mami."

Olivia looked, then pointed at Alba, "Abba."

You immediately looked down at her, "Oh, so you can distinguish people when you want to?"

Olivia grinned, you pointed back at Alexia, "Mami."

"Ale."

"Yes, Ale is Mami."

Olivia seemed to think about it, then, very carefully, "Mami."

You froze, your eyebrows lifted, "What?"

Olivia pointed at the photograph again, "Mami."

Your entire face broke into a smile, "Yes!" You bounced her slightly on your hip, earning a delighted squeal, "That's Mami!" You kissed both her cheeks rapidly, "Mami Ale."

"Mami."

"Yes!" You were far too pleased with yourself, you carried her through to another photograph, pointing at Alexia again, "Who's that?"

Olivia looked, "Mami."

You actually gasped, "Oh my God."

Olivia giggled.

"Mami Ale."

"Mami Ale," she repeated, slightly less confidently.

You grinned, "You're so clever."

And then, because you were apparently now committed to this particular educational endeavour, you spent the next ten minutes walking around Alexia's house pointing at every photograph you could find.

Alexia in a Spain shirt, "Mami Ale." Alexia holding a trophy, "Mami Ale." Alexia beside Eli, "Mami."

You pointed at Eli, "Who's that?"

"Eli." Olivia giggled, you found another photograph of Alexia with Alba, "Mami."

"And?"

"Abba."

"Very good."

You kissed her temple, there was something strangely emotional about hearing it, you hadn't expected that, you'd thought this was going to be funny, a little game.

Something you could teach Olivia because you wanted her to have another name for Alexia, because Ale had always been something she'd picked up from hearing everyone around her.

But now you were standing in Alexia's living room with Olivia against your chest, hearing her say Mami while looking at photographs of the woman who had somehow become one of the most important people in both your lives.

Your smile softened, "She'll like that." Olivia rested her cheek against your shoulder, you rubbed her back, "She'll be very pleased with you." You glanced down at her, "And don't tell her I taught you, okay?"

You carried her back towards the kitchen, then stopped halfway there, one final photograph caught your eye.

Alexia standing on the pitch, Olivia in her arms, smiling at the camera as you were mid kissing Olivia's cheek, you looked at it for a moment, then down at Olivia, "Who's that?"

Olivia turned her head, her little finger pointed, "Mami." it moved to you, "Mama" then she pointed at herself, "Livia"

You smiled, "Yeah." Your thumb brushed over her cheek, "That's us. That's our family" And somehow, saying it aloud felt completely natural.

🍼

You walked into the room just as Alexia was staring down at her phone with the most confused expression you'd seen on her face all day.

You stopped, "What’s that face for?"

Alexia glanced up, "Oh." She looked back at her phone, "Jenni text before she was getting on her flight to Barca. Her hotel cancelled." She frowned at the screen again, "I'm trying to find her one for when she lands."

You wandered over to the fridge, pulling it open and grabbing yourself a drink, "Did you not think to offer her one of your many guest rooms?"

Alexia's eyes lifted towards you, there was the tiniest hesitation, "I thought that would be a bit weird."

You shut the fridge and took a sip, "If you say so."

Alexia watched you as you wandered towards the back doors, you could practically feel the question following you. You didn't turn around, you stepped outside instead, settling yourself near the pool while you drank.

It wasn't as though you were bothered, Jenni was Alexia's friend, a close friend, and you'd already had this conversation with yourself enough times to know that you weren't going to become one of those people who decided their partner wasn't allowed to have friends simply because they'd once slept with them.

Besides, you'd met Jenni, she was lovely, you had no reason to distrust her and yet you couldn't deny there was something mildly strange about the thought of Alexia's ex staying in the house.

Especially after all the stupid insecurities you'd spent the previous weeks working through. You'd only just started getting comfortable with the fact that Alexia actually wanted you even if you weren't particularly keen on having your brain reminded that Alexia had once wanted someone else too.

You took another drink, a few minutes passed, then "Y/N?" You glanced over your shoulder, Alexia was standing in the open doorway, "You wouldn't mind?"

You stared at her, "Not my house, Alexia."

Her eyebrows lifted, "Wasn't my question."

You sighed, turning around properly, Alexia remained leaning against the doorframe, watching you carefully. You knew that look, she wasn't asking because she needed permission to invite her friend into her own home.

She was asking because she wanted to know if you were okay with it.

You softened, you looked back towards the pool for a second before meeting her eyes again, "Of course not." Alexia waited, "She's your friend."

Something in her expression shifted, the tension she'd been carrying in her shoulders seemed to ease, "Okay."

You raised your eyebrows as Alexia stared at you, then she laughed, Alexia's grin grew before she pushed herself away from the doorframe, "I'll tell her."

"Tell her what?"

"That you're very generous."

You narrowed your eyes, "Alexia."

She was already walking backwards towards the house, "Very welcoming."

"Alexia."

"Very secure in our relationship." You stared, she smiled, "Very mature."

"Go get the guest room ready."

Alexia laughed as she disappeared inside, you shook your head, taking another sip of your drink.

🍼

By the time Alexia arrived back with Jenni, Olivia was finally asleep. You'd managed the bath, the pyjamas, the story she'd insisted on hearing twice, and the usual negotiation over why she couldn't possibly need another drink of water.

Eventually, she'd surrendered, you'd closed the nursery door quietly behind you and made your way downstairs, settling onto the sofa with your phone while you waited.

The front door eventually opened, you looked up as Alexia came through first, Jenni following behind her with an overnight bag slung over her shoulder.

Jenni spotted you almost immediately, "Hi." Her face broke into a smile as she walked over, "It's good to see you again."

You stood, returning the hug she gave you, "You too."

Jenni pulled back, glancing around, "Where's my little friend?"

"She's in bed."

You'd barely finished speaking when a small, unmistakably unhappy noise came from upstairs.

You paused, Alexia stopped halfway through taking her jacket off, "Mama!" You slowly looked towards the ceiling, another whinge, "Mama!"

You looked at Jenni and smiled, "Speak of the devil."

Jenni laughed, as you headed upstairs, hearing Alexia and Jenni talking behind you as you went.

Olivia was standing in her cot looking thoroughly offended by the concept of being left alone, "What's wrong, baby?"

"Mama."

"Yeah, I'm here."

You scooped her up, she immediately curled into you, arms around your neck, her cheek pressed against your shoulder.

You frowned when you felt the warmth of her skin, "You're a little warm." Olivia whined softly, "It's okay."

You kissed her forehead, carrying her downstairs, as you reached the bottom, you could hear Alexia in the kitchen.

"You want something to eat?"

"Please, anything will do, I'm starving."

"I can make you a sandwich."

"You're very domestic now."

"Shut up."

You smiled faintly as you rounded the corner, Alexia was standing at the counter making Jenni a sandwich, while Jenni sat on one of the stools with a glass of water in front of her.

Alexia looked over, then her eyes immediately went to Olivia, "She's up?"

You nodded, "Apparently she wasn't finished with us." You shifted Olivia higher on your hip, "Look who's here?"

Olivia lifted her head, her sleepy eyes landed on Jenni, for a second, she simply stared, then her face brightened, "Nini."

Jenni's entire expression softened, she pushed herself off the stool and moved closer, "Hi, Olivia." Olivia sat up properly, "Did you wake up?"

Instead of answering, Olivia reached both arms towards her, Jenni visibly froze for half a second. She looked at you, you smiled leaning forward, "Go on."

Jenni's face broke into the biggest smile as she carefully took Olivia from you, Olivia immediately wrapped both arms around her neck. Jenni's expression changed completely.

"Ah." You smiled, "Nice hug Olivia." Olivia squeezed tighter, you rubbed your hand on her back,, "Are you hugging your Nini?"

Jenni gave a tiny laugh that sounded suspiciously emotional, "Oh, Olivia." She rocked gently from side to side, "You're going to make me cry."

You laughed quietly, "She's very affectionate when she likes someone."

Jenni looked at you over Olivia's shoulder, "She likes me?"

You gave her a look, "She's voluntarily hugged you."

Jenni's eyes widened slightly, "Is that quite a big deal then?"

"Massive."

Alexia had gone suspiciously quiet, you glanced over. She was standing behind the counter with the sandwich knife still in her hand, watching the two of them. There was something soft about her expression, something almost unbearably fond.

Jenni looked down at Olivia, "Hi, little one."

Olivia lifted her head, "Nini."

"Yeah." Jenni kissed her cheek, "Jenni." Olivia giggled, Jenni looked delighted, "You remember me." Jenni laughed, "Do I get to keep her?She gives the best hugs!"

"No." Olivia tightened her arms around Jenni "She may have other thoughts on that though?

Jenni grinned, "I think she has chosen."

Alexia finally spoke, "She does this. She sees someone she likes and immediately decides they belong to her."

You glanced at Olivia, who was now happily playing with a strand of Jenni's hair, "That's ironic coming from you."

Alexia's eyebrows lifted, "What?"

You smiled innocently, "Nothing."

Jenni looked between you both, clearly sensing something she wasn't going to question.

Instead, she looked down at Olivia, "Are you feeling okay, princesa?"

Olivia rested her cheek against her shoulder, you frowned slightly. "She's a bit warm."

Alexia's expression immediately changed, "Warm?"

"Not much. I'll take her temperature."

Jenni immediately shifted Olivia carefully towards you, "Here."

Olivia grinned the moment she realised she was being transferred, "Mama!"

You laughed softly, "Apparently I'm still her favourite."

Jenni looked genuinely offended, "For now, I brought presents, i plan to bribe"

You took Olivia back, settling her against your chest, she immediately buried her face into your neck, you kissed the top of her head, "Let's check you over, little monkey."

Alexia stepped closer, her hand briefly finding the back of Olivia's head, "She seems okay."

"Yeah. Probably just tired or teething"

Jenni watched you both for a moment, then her smile softened, Alexia looked at her.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"That's definitely not nothing."

Jenni shook her head, "Just..." She glanced between you and Alexia, then down at Olivia, "It's nice."

Alexia looked at her, "What is?"

Jenni smiled, "This." She gestured vaguely at all three of you, "You guys."

Jenni eventually settled onto the sofa with Olivia perched beside her, Olivia, meanwhile, had discovered something considerably more interesting than whatever was playing on the television.

Jenni's sandwich, she watched with intense concentration as Jenni took another bite, her little eyes followed the sandwich from plate to mouth, then back again.

Jenni took another bite, Olivia leaned forward and her mouth opened.

You immediately spotted it, "Olivia." She froze, you pointed at her, "That's Jenni's."

Olivia stared at you, then at the sandwich, then very deliberately opened her mouth again.

You sighed, "Absolutely not."

Jenni started laughing, "She's hungry."

"She's had her dinner before bed, she's being greedy" you laughed

Olivia remained perfectly still, mouth open, staring at Jenni as if she'd been personally informed that sharing was a fundamental human right.

Jenni looked down at her, "You want some?"

You immediately shook your head, "Jenni."

"It's fine."

"She'll eat the entire thing."

Jenni smiled, "Then she'll eat the entire thing." She tore off the tiniest piece from the edge of her sandwich and held it out.

Olivia's mouth immediately closed around it, she chewed her eyes widened, then she hummed a very deliberate, approving little, "Mmm."

Jenni and you laughed when you looked at each other, Olivia immediately lifted her hand. Jenni frowned, "What?" She waved her fingers at Jenni then pointed at the sandwich.

Olivia gave a tiny impatient whine, Jenni's grin widened.

"Olivia." The toddler looked at you and you gave her your sternest expression, "That's Jenni's."

Olivia stared back, then turned her head towards Jenni pointing at the sandwich, "Mmm."

Jenni burst out laughing, you dropped your head back against the sofa, "Don't encourage her."

"I can't help it." Jenni tore off another little piece, Olivia immediately opened her mouth.

"You're making a rod for your own back."

Jenni placed it carefully into her mouth, Olivia chewed happily, then patted Jenni's leg, "More pease."

You blinked, Jenni blinked, then Jenni looked at you, "Did she just—"

"Yep."

"She said more please?"

"Yep."

Jenni's face lit up, "Oh my God. How can I say no to that?"

"Don't look so proud. She's stealing your sandwich."

Jenni looked down at Olivia, who was already staring expectantly at the remaining half, "She can have some."

"She's going to remember this forever."

"Good." Jenni tore another piece, "She can always come to auntie Jenni"

Olivia leaned forward before Jenni had even brought it towards her, you laughed despite yourself.

Alexia appeared in the kitchen doorway just in time to witness Jenni feeding her sandwich to the toddler. She stopped looked at Jenni then at Olivia, then looked at you, "What are you doing?"

You pointed at them, "They're sharing Jenni's sandwich"

Alexia's eyebrows shot up, Jenni laughed, "She asked nicely."

Alexia's lips twitched as Olivia spotted her, "Ale!"

Alexia immediately softened, "Hola, princesa."

Olivia pointed at Jenni's sandwich, "Mmm."

Alexia looked at Jenni laughing, Jenni held up the sandwich, "Apparently she likes it."

Alexia shook her head, smiling, "Of course she does."

Olivia immediately reached for Jenni again, "More pease nini."

You stared at her, "You're unbelievable."

Jenni was laughing so hard she nearly dropped the sandwich, "She really does know what she wants."

"Of course she manages to string a sentence together to ask for food" Alexia wandered over and dropped onto the sofa beside you, her shoulder nudging yours, "She gets that from you."

Olivia, meanwhile, was still staring at Jenni's sandwich, Jenni held up another tiny piece, "Last one."

Olivia opened her mouth, you sighed, "She's going to have you wrapped around her little finger."

Jenni smiled as Olivia happily accepted the piece, "Already am." "Come on, monkey, it's way past your bedtime now," you spoke, glancing at the clock.

Olivia immediately looked towards you with the sort of expression that suggested she'd been perfectly happy to remain awake for several more hours.

Jenni laughed, she looked down at the toddler beside her, "Shall Nini take you to bed?"

Olivia nodded, Jenni grinned as she got to her feet, holding her hands out.

"Come on then."

Olivia shimmied herself towards the edge of the sofa, Jenni immediately put a hand out, ready in case she lost her balance when she stood.

Olivia wobbled, recovered, then looked up at Jenni, her little hand reached for her Jenni's index finger, and Olivia's tiny hand wrapped around it.

You watched as they started towards the stairs, "Na-night, Olivia," you called, giggling.

Olivia turned her head as she walked, babbling something that was presumably her attempt at saying goodnight. Then, at the very end, came "Mama."

You smiled, Alexia, still sitting beside you, immediately blew her a kiss, Olivia stopped, she looked at Alexia, then she lifted her tiny hand and blew one back.

Alexia's entire face softened, Olivia babbled again, before adding something else to her farewell again "Mami."

You felt your heart squeeze, Alexia went completely still beside you, Jenni, already halfway towards the stairs, glanced back with a grin.

You watched her carefully guide Olivia towards the first step, one hand hovering near her back while Olivia concentrated fiercely on getting her little feet up each one.

Your hand slipped instinctively into Alexia's, her fingers immediately curled around yours, "She called me Mami," Alexia said softly.

You looked at her, "She sure did."

Alexia's gaze stayed fixed on the stairs, there was something almost disbelieving about her expression like she hadn't expected the word to affect her quite as much as it had.

You squeezed her hand, "I wonder if she'll let Mama and Mami have a lie in tomorrow."

Alexia finally looked at you.

You smiled, "And shout for Auntie Nini in the morning."

Alexia's mouth curved, "Don't count on it."

You laughed quietly, she leaned towards you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, when she pulled away, she didn't quite move far enough.

"But..." You waited. "I spoke to my mami today." You hummed, wondering where this was going, Alexia's thumb brushed across the back of your hand. "She said she would happily have Olivia if Mama and Mami wanted to go on a little holiday without Olivia."

You blinked, "A holiday?"

Alexia nodded, "Just us."

Your eyebrows climbed, "... without Olivia?"

"Yes."

"You mean the child who currently requires an entire team of adults to convince her that bedtime exists?"

Alexia laughed, "That one."

You stared towards the staircase, Jenni had disappeared upstairs with Olivia now, presumably beginning the world's longest bedtime routine. Then you looked back at Alexia, "You're suggesting we leave her?"

"With my mami."

"Your mami."

"Who loves her."

"Very much."

"Who would spoil her."

"Terribly."

Alexia nodded, "Exactly."

You narrowed your eyes, "And where exactly would we be going?"

Alexia's smile became suspiciously slow, "I don't know."

"Oh, you absolutely do."

"Maybe."

"Alexia."

She squeezed your hand, "Somewhere with a hotel."

You laughed, "That's incredibly specific."

"Somewhere with a bed."

Your eyebrows lifted, "Even more specific." Alexia's eyes flicked briefly towards your mouth which you caught, "You're not very subtle."

"I don't need to be."

You shook your head, trying not to smile, "You're suggesting a holiday because your mami offered to babysit."

"Yes."

"Not because you're trying to get me alone in a hotel room."

Alexia paused, you stared at her, she stared back, "...Both can be true."

You burst out laughing, leaning your head against her shoulder, "You're ridiculous."

Alexia rested her cheek briefly against your hair, "And you're considering it."

You lifted your head, "I haven't said that."

"You didn't say no."

"That's because I'm still processing the fact you apparently want to take me on holiday."

Alexia's smile softened, "I do." Something about the simple way she said it made the teasing disappear for a second. Alexia's fingers remained intertwined with yours, "I'd like that," she admitted quietly, "Just you and me. Somewhere nobody needs anything from us."

Your chest warmed, "That sounds..." You hesitated, "Really nice."

Her smile returned, "Yeah?"

You woke to the feeling of a hand sliding up between your thighs, and for a moment you thought you might still be dreaming. The sheets were hot and twisted around your hips, your head pounding with what you hoped was the after effect of too many orgasms and not the beginnings of an illness.

You blinked your eyes open and met the burnt honey warmth of Alexia's gaze, inches from your face. She was already propped up on one elbow, hair a mess, her mouth red and bitten, like she'd been chewing on the skin all night. She smiled at you, slow and satisfied, the dimple in her left cheek threatening to undo you before you'd even finished waking up.

Her hand was bold and familiar, tracing the curve of your inner thigh, and you realised you were naked, the duvet pooled around your waist, and her own body was tucked along your side, spooning you with the casual possessiveness of someone who considered you private property.

You grunted, voice rough from sleep. "You're always horny." You tried to sound annoyed, but it came out as a purr, and her smile doubled in size.

Alexia nuzzled her nose into the crook of your neck, kissing the soft patch of skin just beneath your earlobe. "You love it," she mumbled, her hand inching higher, fingers stroking lightly over the lips of your cunt.

You squirmed away, only to have her pin you in place with one leg, stronger than you remembered. The movement pressed her even closer, the heat of her body a slow, inevitable gravity.

You caught a glimpse of the clock on the nightstand, 8:17. For a second you panicked, cataloguing all the things you were supposed to do that day, all the places you were supposed to be. Then you remembered that you had no job, no apartment, and no where to be. You let the panic drain away and rolled onto your stomach, letting Alexia climb over you.

She straddled your ass, the weight a reassuring anchor, and you felt the blunt, familiar pressure of her strap nudging at your thigh. You turned your head, chin pressed to the pillow, and glared at her over your shoulder.

"You're a nuisance," you said, but you were already spreading your legs for her.

She laughed, the sound lazy and pleased, and dipped her mouth to your shoulder blade, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. The hand between your thighs was more insistent now, two fingers circling your clit with the precision of a locksmith.

You moaned into the mattress, and she rewarded you by pushing you further into the bed, her other hand gripping your hip so tight you were certain it would bruise.

She slid the head of the cock between your legs, teasing your entrance. You were still sore, still slick, and the little aftershocks of last night shuddered through you when she pushed in, slow and careful, like she was afraid you'd break.

You gasped, clenching around the fullness of her, and she bent low when she bottomed out. Her rhythm was quick, all business, her mouth at your ear, "We have twelve minutes before I need to get on a call." And that urgency did something to you, to both of you she was sharper, bossier, less careful with your body, more intent on getting you off and cleaned up in record time.

One hard, deep thrust and the cock was fully sheathed in you, her palm pressed flat between your shoulder blades, pinning you to the bed. You couldn't move, couldn't breathe right, you were at her mercy and that was exactly where you wanted to be.

She fucked you harder than the night before, less ceremony and more necessity, and you loved it. You pressed your cheek to the sheets, mouth open, taking each thrust as it came, letting her use you like an outlet for whatever tension she woke to every morning.

You didn't expect to come so fast, but you did, in less than three minutes, her fingers working your clit as her hips hammered home, the pressure so sharp and bright you almost bit the pillow. She wouldn't let you lie there limp, though, not when she had so little time. She pulled out, rolled you to your back, and straddled your face, the cock still slick with you.

You licked her, greedy, hungry, the taste of yourself on the silicone only made you want it more. Alexia's thighs on either side of your head, her hands fisted in your hair, she rode your mouth in a way that was almost violent. You wished you could watch her, but your eyes were closed and your world was heat and pressure and the sound of her voice when she finally came, hips grinding down on you, swearing in Catalan.

After, she flopped on her side, breathing hard, "Come with me," she said, rolling off the bed and dragging you with her. You were dizzy, still half dreaming, but you followed her, naked, through the bedroom to the en suite. She started the shower, then pulled you in after her, shoving you up against the tiled wall while the water pounded down, hot enough to raise a pink flush on your skin.

She washed you with quick, practiced hands, fingers everywhere at once, she soaped your neck and back and ass. You tried to protest, say that you could wash yourself, but she cut you off by pinning your wrists to the tile and kissing you, the taste of last night's whiskey on her tongue. She pressed her thigh between your legs until you moved with it, desperate for friction, for anything she would give.

"Five minutes," she muttered against your mouth, and you nodded, eyes rolling back. She kissed her way down your neck, her hands at your tits, soaping them slowly, almost reverently. You tried to grip her biceps, but she had your hands trapped overhead again, and the feeling of helplessness only made you wetter.

She dropped to her knees, the shower beating down on her, pushed your knees apart, tongue hot and pointed as it licked upward, relentless and shocking. The tile was slick against your spine, cold in places where her hands hadn't braced or caressed you, and the contrast made every nerve ending spark.

You clung to her shoulders, nails digging in as she ate you out with the same ruthless focus she brought to everything else. Her hands pinned your thighs wide, and the vibration of her moan sent you electric.

Your legs started to shake almost immediately, the bruises from days ago throbbing at the edges, but she didn’t let up. If anything, she doubled down, tongue lapping at your clit, then plunging inside you with obscene, perfect precision.

The water thundered around you, drowning out your cries but not diminishing them, and you wondered if anyone else in the house could hear or if the world itself had shrunk to the square meter of steam and Alexia’s mouth.

You came hard, clutching the back of her head, legs threatening to buckle. She caught you before you slid down the wall, lifting you up and pinning you with her hips as she kissed you, mouth still slick and open, as if she was feeding your pleasure back to you. You gasped against her, dizzy, water and Alexia all you could taste.

She spun you gently so your chest pressed against the tile, her hands massaging your shoulders down to your hips. “Hold on,” she murmured, and you braced yourself as she pressed herself against your ass, the cock nudging between your thighs, hot even in the rain of the shower. She lined herself up and pushed in, slow at first, letting you adjust, then harder, deeper, until you were fucking yourself back on her with every thrust.

She worked her hand between your legs, fingers circling your clit again, and you realised she was going to make you come a third time, right here, right now, before either of you had even shampooed your hair. The thought made you whimper, breath steaming against the wall. "You love making me late," she accused, but her voice was so full of pride and want that it sounded like an apology and a promise all at once.

Your third orgasm was a ragged, splintered thing, a relic of all the pain and longing of the last week, and you let it break over you, biting down hard on your own arm to keep from screaming her name. She held you through it, slow thrusts easing you down, then finally stilled, forehead pressed to your shoulder, breath tangled with the mist.

You got a devilish grin on your lips, “Bet you can’t make me cum again before you have to get out” You tilted your head, watching her through the steam, and Alexia’s gaze went heavy, heat blooming in her eyes.

She let go of your waist and caught your wrists, pinning them so your hands were pressed into your own back. You felt her cock brush the inside of your thigh, then up between your cheeks, and she guided it with one hand, using the other to grip your ass, spreading you open.

"Since you want to be a fucking brat," she muttered, "I guess I have to teach you a lesson and fuck you like one." The words were hot against your ear, a threat and a promise in equal measure.

You braced yourself, knees bent slightly, and she nudged the head of the cock against your entrance, too slick already, eager, ready to be filled. She pushed in with a single, brutal thrust, and you cried out, the sound echoing in the tiled enclosure.

Her hand gripped your hip so tight you could feel it in your bones, and she didn’t wait, didn’t give you time to adjust. She fucked you hard, relentless, the slap of her hips against your ass drowned only by the hiss of water bouncing off your backs.

You got a hand free and reached for the soap shelf, teeth bared at the force of her, and she only laughed, low and rough, at your attempt to steady yourself. "Look at you," she said, voice gone feral, "bent over and taking it, just like you wanted."

You whimpered, the pulse of sensation already bright behind your eyes, and she leaned over you, pressing your chest harder to the wall with her own weight. Her hand left your wrist, came up to tangle in your hair, and yanked your head back so your neck arched and your mouth opened to the streaming water.

"You really are going to make me late now," she growled, and punctuated the sentence with a savage slap to your ass, the sound of it sharp and obscene in the small space. It startled you, made you clench around the cock, and she responded with another slap, this one harder, her palm stinging against your skin.

Each thrust drove you further up the wall, your cheek flush to the tile, and you could hardly catch your breath. She reached around with her free hand, because she was a fucking show-off, always, and never needed both hands to break you and slid her fingers between your legs. She found your clit, already swollen, and rubbed it with quick, ruthless circles, in perfect counterpoint to the pounding rhythm inside you.

You felt yourself coming apart at the seams, the heat of your orgasm rising sharp and fast. She felt it too, the way your body clenched and bucked, and she only redoubled her efforts, fucking you even harder, her hips a perfect piston, her hand never letting up on the tender, electric bundle of nerves that threatened to undo you.

"Come for me," she demanded, and the command shot through you like lightning. You came, shattering, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, and she fucked you through it, never letting up, fucking you until your knees gave out and you sagged against the wall.

She kept you there, trapped between her and the wall, her cock still inside you, and her hand still tangled in your hair. You panted, lips parted and slack, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Alexia waited until the shudders had completely worked their way through you before she finally, finally pulled out. The moment of emptiness was so raw you actually whimpered, and she laughed, a sound both cruel and tender. She stepped back, letting the water rinse you off, then ran both hands over the curve of your ass, appraising the marks she’d left.

"Messy girl," she said, voice softening, and you wanted to melt into the tile and never come out. She smoothed a palm over one cheek, then the other, and you could feel the pink heat radiating off your skin.

You braced both hands on the wall and tried to get your breath back, but she was already behind you again, her body pressed close, lips at your ear. "You know," she said, "when you’re this bad I really ought to fuck your pretty ass instead." The words lit something electric at the base of your spine, and you bit your lip, unwilling to admit how much you wanted it.

She noticed, of course she noticed everything and brought her hand down in a sharp crack against the centre of your ass. The sound echoed, and you yelped, though the pain was more a jolt of sensation than actual hurt.

"You’d like that, wouldn’t you?" she whispered, voice all smoke. "Being stretched open for me?" Her hand slipped between your cheeks, thumb teasing at your rim in a slow, maddening circle. You squirmed, but the shower wall was unyielding and her body kept you pressed tight.

She worked her thumb in slow, steady pressure, not enough to penetrate but enough to make you tremble. She kissed your jaw, then your cheek, then bit down on the tender spot between neck and shoulder. The sensation built and built, a different kind of need than before sharper, more exposed.

She let go of your hair, and both hands found your hips, steadying you. "Maybe next time," she said, "if you keep misbehaving." She withdrew, leaving you gasping, then smoothed her hand down your back, a gentle apology.

You made a sound, half protest, half plea, but she was already turning off the water and grabbing a towel. She bundled you in it, rubbing your skin briskly, and then herself. She tugged you into the bedroom and pushed you down onto the bed, the duvet cool against your just washed skin.

Alexia dried herself with clinical speed, then pulled on a fresh sports bra and joggers. She perched on the edge of the bed, checking her phone, then set it aside and rolled you to your back, straddling your hips. Her hair was still wet, beads of water trickling down her neck.

She leaned in, kissed you, then pressed her forehead to yours. "Stay put," she said, and left you there, dazed and still throbbing from the overstimulation and the violence of her want. 

You'd barely begun to catch your breath, face mashed into the pillow, when she returned. Her hands landed on your thighs, and moving you with a surprising ease so you were laying over her thighs.

You yelped, legs kicking, but she just laughed low, mean, and delighted, kneading the backs of your thighs and ass with a possessive hunger. "You're such a fucking brat," she said, all affection disguised as threat, and you tried for a retort but couldn't find words, just a whimper when her palm came down, sharp and stinging, on the curve of your ass. 

The slap reverberated through you, heat blooming in the handprint she'd left behind. She did it again, and then again, alternating sides, her rhythm measured and merciless.

"Count," Alexia ordered, voice gone sharp with command.

You managed a breathless, "One," and she rewarded you with another, the sound as shocking as the pain. "Two," you gasped. Another slap, harder, and you arched against the mattress, burying your face in the blankets to muffle the cry. "Three."

She paused to rub the hot, aching skin, her thumb tracing careful circles, then leaned in and nipped the reddest spot with her teeth as she moved you back to lay on the bed. "Good girl," she praised, then said, "You know what happens to bad girls?"

You shook your head, trembling, and she ran her tongue up your spine, slow and deliberate, "I told you, they get their assholes fucked," she whispered, and you moaned, your whole body flushing with heat at the threat, at the promise.

She spread you wider, kneeling between your shivering thighs, and stroked your cunt, two fingers slipping easily inside, working the slick up and between your cheeks. She toyed with your rim, running a wet circle over it, not gentle but not cruel, just steady and patient.

You writhed, wanting it and dreading it in equal measure, and that tension made you wild. She pressed the tip of her thumb there, just enough for you to feel the stretch, not enough to breach.

She alternated teasing your pussy, then your ass, until you were so wet and desperate for her you could have sobbed, "You want it?" she asked, voice thick. "You want my cock inside your ass?"

You whimpered, "Yes, please, fuck, please," and she rewarded you with a filthy, satisfied hum.

"Say it."

"Please," you begged. "I want it. Please, Alexia. I want your cock in my ass."

She grinned, victorious, and pulled away, “Who said you were in charge here?”

Before you could make another demand, Alexia peeled herself off the bed and reached for a towel, rubbing you down with as much gentleness as she could muster. Then she pulled a fresh t-shirt over your head, tugged it straight, and kissed your forehead. You tried to wrap your arms around her, but she dodged, already pulling clean joggers up over her hips.

You didn’t miss the way her eyes kept flicking to her phone, or the way her jaw set hard as she tucked it into the waistband. She was already halfway back into the world, the cocoon of morning lust and violence shrinking with every second.

“Don’t tell me you have to actually go somewhere,” you said, voice hoarse and petulant.

Alexia grinned, sharp and unapologetic. “I always have somewhere to be. Today it’s a meeting with your father.”

Your blood ran cold, then hot, “You’re kidding.”

She shook her head, twisting her hair into a bun as she spoke. “He called early. Apparently, he wants to talk terms.” She glanced back at you, eyes glinting. “You broke a code, princesa. Now it’s my job to fix it.”

You rolled onto your stomach and buried your face in the pillow, still where she’d left you, furious and mortified in equal measure. “I hate you.”

Alexia bent over and kissed the back of your thigh, just above the bruises she’d left earlier. “So you keep saying,” she said, “We’ll talk about that and the punch when I get back.” She smacked your ass, then stood, all efficiency again.

You watched her stalk out of the bedroom, the door closing with a click, and listened to her footsteps grow distant. You lay there, face in the pillow, ass still burning, and tried to count how many times you had wanted to kill Alexia and fuck her in the span of a single day. You lost track around seven. You sat up, legs trembling, and pulled the duvet around your shoulders, the world spinning a little as you did.

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The house had gone strangely quiet by the time you finally dragged yourself out of Alexia's bed. You pulled the duvet around yourself and shuffled towards the bathroom, still listening for any sign of her.

Nothing, of course nothing.

Alexia could apparently disappear into the middle of a war and leave you lying in her bed like she'd merely gone downstairs to make coffee.

You were especially not going to think about the fact that she'd walked out of here barely dressed to go meet your father. The same man who had just killed his own nephew for putting his hands on you and Alexia had apparently decided the appropriate response was to attend a meeting with him in fucking joggers.

You showered quickly, dressed in the clothes you'd arrived in and headed downstairs.

The first person you encountered was Patri, she was halfway through the hallway, carrying what looked like a bowl of cereal.

She stopped and looked at you. her eyebrows slowly climbed, "No."

You frowned, "What?"

"I don't want to know."

"Then stop looking at me."

"I wasn't."

"You absolutely were."

Patri's gaze dropped pointedly to your neck, you immediately covered it with your hand, her mouth fell open, "Oh my God." Patri grinned, "Boss finally met someone who talks back."

You stared at her, "Patri."

She held both hands up, "Okay, okay." She started walking past, then stopped, "Oh, by the way."

You closed your eyes, "What?"

Then heard Mapi's voice from the living room, "She's awake!"

You immediately turned around, Mapi appeared around the corner with Ingrid behind her, Mapi's eyes travelled over you, then she smiled.

Ingrid looked between you both, clearly fighting a smile, "Breakfast?"

You sighed, "Please."

You followed them towards the kitchen, trying desperately to pretend you hadn't just woken up in the bedroom of the most dangerous woman you'd ever met after an evening that had somehow involved your father's dead nephew, a Polaroid, and a multitude of orgasms.

You sat down, Ingrid put coffee in front of you, "Alexia said you'd probably need this."

You stared at the mug, then at Ingrid.

Ingrid nodded, "She also said you're not to leave the house."

Your eyebrows rose, "She what?"

Mapi dropped into the chair opposite you, "Yeah, that part sounded very much like Boss."

You looked towards the doorway, "Did she seriously think I'd just sit here waiting for her?"

Mapi shrugged, "Apparently."

"She's unbelievable."

"Mm."

You picked up your coffee, "Where's she meeting my father?"

Nobody answered immediately, you slowly lowered the mug, "...What?"

Ingrid gave you a sympathetic look, "Alexia didn't say."

"Nobody knows?"

Mapi exchanged a glance with her, "Cata knows."

"Where's Cata?"

"With Alexia."

Your stomach twisted, you hated that your first instinct was to worry and perhaps worst of all, you hated that somewhere underneath all of it was the quiet certainty that Alexia was going to walk into a room with your father and somehow make you worry about him.

You pushed your coffee away, "I'm calling Cata."

Mapi immediately reached across the table and put a hand over your phone, "No."

You stared at her hand, then at her, "Move."

"Boss said—"

"Boss isn't here."

Mapi's eyebrows lifted, "That's exactly when Boss's orders become more important."

You narrowed your eyes, Mapi smiled sweetly as you stared at one another.

Then your phone buzzed, you snatched it up.

One message from Alexia, who'd apparently at some point saved her number in your phone and taken yours.

Alexia: Behave.

You stared at the screen, your jaw dropped.

Another message arrived.

Alexia: And eat.

You looked slowly around the table, Patri put her own phone down, "What's she said?"

You locked your phone, "Nothing."

Patri grinned, "Oh, definitely something."

You pulled your coffee towards yourself and muttered, "I fucking hate her."

Mapi smiled, "Sure you do."

Your phone buzzed again, you looked.

Alexia: I can feel you complaining about me from here, princesa.

You stared at it, then typed furiously.

You: Go play mafia boss with my father and leave me alone.

Three dots appeared almost immediately.

Alexia: Brat.

You couldn't stop the smile, which was unfortunate, because every single person in the kitchen saw it.

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You realised exactly how empty the house had gone, all at once. Even the usual chaos of the kitchen had faded, replaced by a strange, echoey hush that made the whole place feel abandoned. You wandered room to room through the den, the sunroom, and finally back up the main staircase half convinced the others were setting up some sort of elaborate prank or intervention.

You passed through the library. Empty. The balcony. Empty. Even the terrace, overlooking the pool where Mapi normally spent all her downtime, was conspicuously vacant, the only evidence of life the faintly damp towel slung across the nearest lounge chair.

You pulled your phone from your pocket. No new messages. No missed calls. You checked your notifications twice, as if they might have simply failed to load the first time. The silence grew unbearable, and you found yourself pacing the upstairs hallway, tracking the same circuit over and over until the tread beneath your feet started to wear thin.

You ended up in the gym, not because you wanted to work out, but because the door was propped open and the low thump of music pulsed through the hallway, too loud and too rhythmic to ignore. You stepped inside, expecting to find at least one of the girls blowing off steam on the treadmill, or maybe a pair of them sparring in the corner, but there was only you.

You lay down on the mat, the music pounding in your chest, and stared up at the fluorescent lighting. It wasn’t even music you particularly liked, the kind of playlist you’d put on if you wanted to get hyped up for a bank robbery, or possibly a car chase. You let the sound wash over you, a physical sensation, not entirely pleasant, and tried to think about nothing at all.

You lost track of time. At some point, you must have fallen asleep, because you woke to the sensation of someone standing over you, their shadow a solid block across your face. You blinked awake, squinting into the lights.

Alexia looked down at you with an expression you couldn't immediately read equal parts exasperated and relieved, with a thin undercurrent of something like anger that she was clearly struggling to contain.

"You’ve been missing for two hours," she said, arms crossed over her chest, "Everyone thought you’d gone wandering."

You propped yourself up on your elbows, instantly aware of how wrecked your hair looked, "They clearly didn't look very hard, your team must be shit at hide and seek"

Alexia nodded with a sort of forced patience. She glanced at the speaker, then back at you. "You’re supposed to tell someone where you'll be."

You shrugged, then, in a slightly louder voice, "I didn’t know I was on house arrest." You tried to sound indignant, but your voice came out small, more like a confession than a protest. 

Alexia didn’t move, just ran her gaze up and down your body, cataloguing every detail and finding it lacking. She jerked her chin toward the hallway. “With me. Now.”

You opened your mouth to ask why, but she was already gone, her footsteps echoing on the floor as she cut through the house with mechanical efficiency. You scrambled upright and followed, unable to shake the weird, obedient thrill that came from being summoned by her, even if you knew it was supposed to be terrifying.

You trailed Alexia out of the gym, silently rehearsing what you’d scream at her if she so much as tried to lock a door behind you. She didn’t look back, didn’t even slow for a door, just shouldered through the door at the end of the corridor and waited for you to catch up, one hand braced flat on the frame.

You followed her into her bedroom, it was only after a moment that you saw the boxes.

Six of them, labelled in Lily’s handwriting. Your name in fat black sharpie on three. Two more with bathroom, and a last one with misc/fragile, which you suspected was code for all the shit I didn’t want to wrap individually. Your duffel bag, the one you’d left at Lily’s was perched on the edge of the bed, half unzipped and already bleeding your old clothes and a tangled mess of tangled charger cords.

You stared at the boxes, then at Alexia. She didn’t meet your eyes, just watched you take it in, arms folded, her expression a mask of studied neutrality. “You’re moving me in?” you asked, voice floating somewhere above your own head.

Alexia shrugged, “It’s safer,” she said, like that was all the explanation required. When you didn’t answer, she walked past you and started opening the boxes, pulling out stacks of clothing with a bored sort of grace and dropping them in the bottom drawer of a dresser. She made quick work of the first box, then moved to the next, methodically unpacking your life into her space.

You hovered at the foot of the bed, feeling suddenly and enormously ridiculous. You had lost the right to your own privacy somewhere between the moment you’d let her finger you after that first encounter at the bar and the one where you’d come to beg someone to fuck your ass when it had never appealed to you before. But this was something else, this was an act of total control.

Alexia glanced up at you, then back at the open box. She pulled out a handful of t-shirts and smoothed them over her forearm, holding each one long enough for you to see the faded screen-prints and threadbare collars. “You can re-fold these if you want,” she said. “I don’t care.”

The silence thickened. You crossed to the dresser and opened the top drawer, socks and underwear, already sorted. She must have started unpacking before realising no one knew where you were. You snorted, half in disgust, half in awe. “You’re not even going to pretend to let me have a say in this?”

“There’s no time for your say,” Alexia said, flat. “There’s only time for keeping you alive.” She slammed the drawer shut, then turned and leaned against the dresser, arms crossed, finally holding your gaze.

You stood a little taller, trying to will your embarrassment into anger. “You could have asked me. We’re back to you deciding what’s best for me again.”

Alexia’s hands stilled on the shirt she was folding, for a second, she didn’t look at you and that was somehow worse.

You crossed your arms, waiting.

Finally, she lifted her head, “You think I should ask?”

“Yes, Alexia.”

Her jaw tightened.

You could practically see the argument forming behind her eyes, piece by piece, as if she were arranging the words on a chessboard before deciding which ones would hurt most.

“You disappeared.”

“I needed space.”

“You disappeared.”

“I heard you the first time.”

“You ignored Cata for days.”

You scoffed, “Oh, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to answer every single phone call from your terrifying chauffeur because you decided you were entitled to know where I was?”

“I was worried.”

“Cata kidnapped me.” Alexia’s expression shifted, You pointed towards the door, “She physically dragged me into a car.”

“She was following my orders.”

“Exactly.” Your voice rose, “You keep doing this. You decide something, and suddenly everyone else has to fall into line because you're the boss.”

Her eyes hardened, “And you think I should have let you walk away?”

“Yes!” The word cracked through the room, Alexia stared at you, you were breathing harder now, anger making your hands shake, “Yes,” you repeated, quieter. “You should have let me walk away.”

Alexia laughed once, there was absolutely no humour in it, “After Cata found you with fingerprints around your fucking throat?”

You went still, “Alexia”

“No.” She dropped the clothes onto the bed, “You don't get to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pretend I am angry because I want to control you.”

Your eyebrows pulled together, “Then why are you angry?”

Alexia stepped towards you, “Because I thought you were dead.”

The words landed differently, you swallowed, she kept coming until there was barely a metre between you.

“I sent Cata looking for you every day. Every day, Y/N.” Her voice remained low, but the restraint in it was becoming obvious, “I had people checking hospitals. Police stations. Every fucking place I could think of.”

“I didn't ask you to.”

“No. You didn't ask me for anything.” Her eyes flicked over your face, “You just disappeared.” You looked away, Alexia's voice sharpened, “Then Cata finds you walking down a street looking like that.”

You flinched, she noticed, of course she did, her expression softened for half a second before anger reclaimed it.

“You wouldn't even tell me what happened.”

“Because I knew what you'd do.”

“What would I do?” You gave her a pointed look, Alexia's mouth tightened, as she stepped closer, “You think I am angry because you didn't tell me who hurt you.”

“You are.”

“I am angry because you were hurt badly enough that you could barely stand and you still thought your best option was to disappear.”

Your throat tightened, Alexia shook her head.

“And then when I finally get you back here, you punch Cata.”

You glanced towards the door, “She betrayed me.”

“She followed an order.”

“She didn't have to drag me into the house.”

“She was trying to keep you alive.”

“And you don't get to decide that!”

Alexia's eyes flashed, “I do when you keep making decisions that could get you killed.” You stared at her, her chest rose and fell slowly, then she said, quieter, “You tried to punch me too.”

You looked away, “That was different.”

“Was it?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I was terrified.”

“So was I.”

Your eyes snapped back to hers, Alexia didn't move, that was the thing that stopped you, not anger, not the authority in her voice.

The fact that she looked genuinely shaken, “You think I wasn't terrified when you came through that door?” she asked. “You think I didn't see you and immediately think my worse fear had come true and someone had tried to kill you?”

You swallowed.

She gestured vaguely towards your face, “You don't understand what you looked like.”

“I know what I looked like.”

“No, you don't.” Alexia stepped closer again, “And you don't understand what it means that you're still breathing.”

You frowned, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means anyone else who did what you did—”

She stopped, her jaw flexed as you waited.

“Anyone else who tried to punch me,” she continued carefully, “who disappeared after being attacked, who ignored every attempt to find them, who then turned up refusing protection because they were too stubborn to admit they needed it…” Her eyes locked onto yours, “They wouldn't still be breathing, people who don't want help and take up too much time are a hindrance we get rid off”

The room went very quiet, you stared at her.

Alexia's voice lowered, “You are alive because you are you.” Your stomach dropped, “And because you are under my protection.”

You immediately bristled, “There it is.”

“What?”

“Protection. You keep saying it like that's the same thing as permission.”

Alexia frowned, “It isn't.”

“Then stop treating it like it is.”

“You think I am keeping you here because I want to lock you away?”

“I think you're moving my entire fucking life into your bedroom without asking me.”

“Because your apartment isn't safe.”

“Then help me find somewhere else that is!”

“No.”

Your mouth fell open as Alexia folded her arms, You stared at her, “Did you seriously just say no?”

“Yes.”

“You are unbelievable.”

“Your apartment was trashed.”

“I know.”

“You were beaten there.”

“I know.”

“Your cousin tried to kill you there.”

“I fucking know, Alexia!”

“Then stop acting like I'm being unreasonable.”

“I am not acting like you're being unreasonable!” You threw your hands up, “I'm saying I want some control over my own life!” Then you added, quieter, “You don't get to become the person who decides where I sleep and who I see just because you're scared.”

Something in her face changed, not enough to make her back down, but enough that you knew she'd heard you, “You're right.” Alexia exhaled through her nose, “You should have been asked.” Your eyebrows rose, “But,” she added, you folded your arms again.

“Of course there's a but.”

Her eyes narrowed, “You're staying here.”

“Alexia—”

“Until I know you're safe.”

“That's not asking.”

“No." She stepped closer, “But I'm not going to apologise for that.” You opened your mouth and she cut you off, “Because I watched you fall apart in my arms.” Alexia's voice became quieter, “You were shaking so badly you couldn't stand. You were crying so hard you couldn't breathe and then you slept for almost twelve hours.”

Your eyes dropped, “I know.”

“I thought you were going to disappear again.”

“I wasn't.”

“You did it before.”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“And who was protecting you?” You had no answer, Alexia watched your face, then, softer, “Exactly.”

You looked around her bedroom, at your clothes in her drawers, your things stacked neatly beside hers. The boxes, the evidence that she'd already made room for you before you'd even had the chance to object, “You could have told me.”

“I knew you'd say no.”

“That isn't your decision.”

“I know.” You looked back at her and she sighed, “I know.”

It was the closest thing to an admission you were going to get, you rubbed a hand over your face, “I'm still angry.”

“I know.”

“You can't just decide things for me.”

“I know.”

“And Cata owes me an apology.”

Alexia's mouth twitched, “You punched her.”

“She kidnapped me.”

“She apologised.”

You paused, “She did?”

Alexia nodded, “Several times, to me anyway” Then Alexia added, “She also said you kicked her.”

You frowned, “She was carrying me!”

“She says you have surprisingly strong legs.”

Your face twisted, “That isn't relevant.”

Alexia's mouth finally curved, “It's a little relevant.”

“Don't smile.”

She immediately tried to suppress it, “You're smiling.”

“I'm not.”

“You are.” You glared at her and Alexia's smile grew, and the corner of your own mouth betrayed you.

You caught it immediately, “No.”

“What?”

“Don't do that.”

“Do what?”

“Make me laugh when I'm angry with you.”

"Are you going to start behaving now?" You caught it immediately the tiny betrayal at the corner of Alexia's mouth, the way she was trying far too hard not to look pleased with herself.

You stared at her, and, because apparently you had absolutely no instinct for self-preservation where this woman was concerned, your expression softened.

Your eyes dropped deliberately to her mouth before lifting again.

“No.” Alexia's eyebrows rose. It was barely a word, but you made sure the way you said it carried considerably more than that.

“No?” she repeated.

You took a small step closer, your voice dropping into something warmer, almost sultry, “No.”

Alexia's eyes narrowed slightly, catching on immediately.

You let your arms fall loose at your sides, tilting your head as you looked at her, “I like the punishment I get from you when I'm naughty.”

Silence, Alexia's eyebrows climbed higher, for perhaps the first time since you'd met her, she looked genuinely caught off guard.

You watched the realisation move across her face, followed immediately by the slowest, most dangerous smile.

“Is that so?”

You shrugged, fighting the urge to grin, “Maybe.”

Alexia took one deliberate step towards you, your back straightened instinctively, that smile only grew, “Interesting,” she murmured.

You immediately pointed a finger at her, “Don't.”

“Don't what?”

“You know exactly what.”

“I don't.” She looked entirely too pleased with herself, “You said you like punishment.”

“I said—”

“You said you like when I punish you.” Your cheeks heated, Alexia's eyes dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes, “Very important distinction.”

“You're insufferable.”

“And you're naughty.”

You stared at her, then you muttered, “See? This is exactly why I can't stay angry with you.”

Alexia's smile softened, but there was still that glint in her eyes, “Good.”

“Don't look so pleased.”

“I am pleased.”

“You're impossible.”

“And you're still staying.”

Your expression changed immediately, Alexia caught it, the teasing disappeared from her face, replaced by something quieter. You looked around the room again, at your clothes folded into her drawers, your things already occupying little pieces of her space. Then back at her, “Apparently.”

Alexia stepped close enough that her fingers could brush yours, “Apparently,” she agreed.

You glanced down at where your hands nearly touched, then back up, “Still angry.”

“I know.”

“Very.”

“I know.”

You let your eyes drift deliberately over her face, “But,” you added, “I'm reconsidering how angry.”

Alexia's mouth twitched in response, “Come here.”

You blinked, “Why?”

“Because I'm asking nicely.”

That immediately made you suspicious, “That's new.”

Her eyes narrowed, “Do you want to keep arguing?”

You considered it, then stepped forward, Alexia caught you around the waist and pulled you against her. You immediately relaxed, it was irritating. You'd spent the last hour insisting you needed independence, control, boundaries and the right to make your own decisions and apparently all it took to make you forget half of your argument was Alexia's arms around you.

You tucked your face against her shoulder, “I'm still mad.”

“I know.”

“You're still controlling.”

“I know.”

“You're still not allowed to move my stuff without asking.”

A pause, “Fine.”

You lifted your head, “Fine?”

Alexia looked suspiciously agreeable, “Fine.”

“That's it?”

“Yes.”

You studied her, “Why do I feel like I've just been tricked?”

“Because you are paranoid.”

“Because you're a mafia boss.”

Alexia's mouth twitched, “Fair.”

💪🏼

Later, you were stretched across Alexia's bed with a book propped open against your thighs, the house unusually quiet around you.

You'd discovered that being left alone in Alexia's room was surprisingly peaceful. Until there was a quiet knock sounded against the door frame.

You looked up and Misa stood in the doorway, she wasn't looking at you, her gaze was fixed somewhere over your shoulder, expression unreadable, one hand tucked into the pocket of her jacket.

“I need that gun back,” she said quietly.

You carefully closed your book and placed it on the bed, “Right.”

You slipped from beneath the duvet and crossed the room, heading towards the box you'd already memorised the location of.

Misa watched you crouch beside it and lifted the lid and started digging through the contents until your fingers found the place you'd hidden it beneath a pile of your extra makeup.

You pulled the gun free, Misa's eyes immediately dropped to it, you crossed back towards her and held it out grip first.

She took it without a word, checking it automatically before tucking it securely away.

You lingered, “Thank you,” you said eventually.

Misa glanced at you, “For what?”

You gave her a look, “For helping me.” Her expression didn't change, “I know you're not exactly my biggest fan.”

Misa's mouth twitched, “That's one way of putting it.”

You huffed quietly, “Still. Thank you.”

She looked at you for a moment, then her shoulders shifted, some of the stiffness leaving them, “I did it because Jana asked me to.”

You nodded slowly, “Right.”

Misa started to turn, then stopped, her eyes flicked back towards you, “And for Ale.” You looked at her, Misa's expression was firm, almost warning, “Don't make me regret it.”

You swallowed, then nodded, “I won't.”

She gave you one last look before disappearing down the hallway. You stood there for a moment, staring after her, it wasn't exactly acceptance, but considering Misa had once looked at you like she was deciding which part of the ocean she'd dump your body in, you'd take it.

You'd barely made it back onto the bed when footsteps sounded in the hallway. You glanced towards the door Alexia appeared a second later fresh from the gym and, apparently, completely unaware that she was walking into the room looking like that.

Her hair was damp and pushed messily away from her forehead, skin flushed from training, a sheen of sweat still catching across her shoulders and chest. She'd abandoned her shirt somewhere along the way, leaving her in nothing but dark training shorts, her stomach tightening visibly as she moved.

Your eyes dropped then immediately came back up, Alexia caught you, she paused in the doorway, one hand still resting against the frame.

Her eyebrows rose, you stared at her, she stared at you, neither of you said anything, then one corner of Alexia's mouth slowly lifted.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Her eyes narrowed, you picked your book back up with exaggerated concentration, “I'm reading.”

“Mm.”

You could feel her watching you, you tried to read the same sentence, then read it again, and again, absolutely none of it registered.

Alexia walked further into the room, and you hated how acutely aware you suddenly were of every movement. The quiet slap of her bare feet against the floor, the way her abdominal muscles shifted when she reached for the towel she'd left over the back of a chair.

You swallowed, Alexia looked at you again, “You're staring.”

“I'm not.”

“You are.”

“I was looking.”

“At my stomach?”

Your eyes snapped to hers she was grinning now, you shut your book, “Don't flatter yourself.”

“I didn't say anything.”

“You didn't have to.”

Alexia tossed the towel onto the chair and came towards the bed, you tried very hard to maintain your dignity. It became significantly more difficult when she stopped directly in front of you. “Are you okay?” she asked, entirely too innocently.

“Perfectly.”

“Your face is red.”

“It's warm.”

Alexia glanced towards the open window, “It's twenty three degrees.”

“Then I'm having a medical emergency.”

That earned a quiet laugh, she leaned slightly closer. You looked up at her, your eyes betraying you once again as they flicked down over her stomach. Alexia caught it again, her smile turned downright smug. “Oh.”

You immediately frowned, “Don't.”

“You like it.”

“I tolerate it.”

“Mm.”

“Alexia.” She laughed, finally reaching down and taking the book from your hands, “Hey.”

“You're not reading.”

“I was.” You opened your mouth, nothing came out. Alexia looked far too pleased with herself, you sighed, falling backwards against the pillows, “Go shower.”

“Why?”

“Because you're sweaty.”

“You weren't complaining five minutes ago.”

Your eyes widened, Alexia's grin sharpened, “You are such a dick.”

She bent down, pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, and straightened again, “Maybe.” Then she walked away.

You watched her go and only once she disappeared into the bathroom did you quietly mutter to yourself, “Those fucking abs with be the death of me.”

You were still staring at the bathroom door when another shadow appeared across the doorway. You looked up, it was Cata, she stopped when she saw you sitting on Alexia's bed, her eyes briefly flicking towards the bathroom before returning to you.

“Where's Ale?”

“In the shower.”

Cata nodded, apparently satisfied, but didn't leave, you stared at her, she stared at you.

“Actually…I'm glad you're here” Cata's eyebrows lifted, you sat up straighter, “I wanted to apologise.”

“For?”

You gave her a flat look, “Don't make me say it.” Cata's mouth twitched, you sighed, “For punching you.”

“It was a fairly weak punch, didn't even realise” Cata's expression remained perfectly straight for approximately two seconds before the smallest smile betrayed her.

“Very funny.”

“I thought so.”

You looked down at your hands, “I was scared.”

“I know.”

“And you kidnapped me.”

“I was following orders.”

“I know.” You sighed, “Still doesn't mean I should've punched you.”

Cata leaned against the door frame, “You also kicked me.”

“I was panicking!”

“You apologised immediately after that part.” Cata's mouth twitched again

You groaned, dropping your face into your hands, “God.”

“Don't worry. I won't tell anyone you can't punch”

You peered at her through your fingers, “Cata.”

“I'm joking.”

“You're getting funnier.”

“Living with Patri.”

That explained absolutely everything, you lowered your hands, then looked at her properly, “I am genuinely sorry.”

Cata's expression softened, “I know and I'm sorry I dragged you into the house the way I did.” You blinked and she shrugged, “Seemed fair.”

You smiled faintly, “Truce?”

Cata considered it, “Truce.”

You held out your hand she walked over and shook it, the shower suddenly shut off.

You and Cata both looked towards the bathroom, Cata's eyes returned to you, “She'll be out in a minute." You said and, because you apparently couldn't help yourself, you added, “Don't tell the others, but you're my favourite.”

Cata's expression went deadpan, “Lucky me.”

You laughed.

From behind the bathroom door came Alexia's voice, “Hey, brat!” Cata immediately turned towards the door, "Can you come here?"

Cata glanced sideways at you, "You're not going to have sex while I'm still here again are you?"

“Y/N! You still there?” Alexia hollered.

You winced, Cata looked at you, you looked at Cata, but neither of you moved.

Then Cata's mouth twitched, “You've got about three seconds before she comes looking.”

“Traitor.”

“You made me your favourite approximately ten seconds ago.”

“Exactly. Show some loyalty.”

From behind the bathroom door came Alexia again, “Y/N?”

You raised your voice, “Yeah?”

“Come here.”

Cata's eyebrows lifted.

You immediately pointed at her. “Don't.”

“I didn't say anything.”

“Your face did.”

Cata's expression remained perfectly blank, then, very quietly, “You should probably go.”

You narrowed your eyes, “You're enjoying this.”

“A little.”

You climbed off the bed, smoothing down your clothes as you headed towards the bathroom.

Behind you, Cata called, “For what it's worth, I am definitely not staying.”

You stopped, slowly turned, Cata was already walking towards the door, “Cata.” She glanced over her shoulder, “Tell Patri nothing.”

That finally got a genuine smile out of her, “No promises.”

“Cata!”

She disappeared into the hallway, you stared after her in betrayal before turning back towards the bathroom.

The door opened just enough for Alexia's head to appear, damp hair pushed back and a towel secured around her.

Her eyes immediately flicked towards the empty doorway, “Was Cata?”

“Left.”

“Why she leave?”

You shrugged, walking closer, “Probably because she was worried we'd have sex while she was still here.”

Alexia stared at you, then her eyebrows rose, “You like the thought of that?”

Your face immediately heated, “Oh, fuck off.”

Alexia's grin appeared, “You and Cata tell each other everything now?”

“Apparently she's my favourite.”

Alexia's expression changed instantly, “Your favourite?”

You realised your mistake, a slow smile spread across her face, you backed up half a step, “Don't.”

“I'm not your favourite?”

“I was being nice.”

“Mm.”

“Don't make it weird.”

Alexia stepped out of the bathroom, towel still wrapped around her, and you immediately found the ceiling fascinating. She noticed, “You're looking again.”

“I'm not.”

“You are.”

“You're literally naked.”

“Not naked and its not anything you haven't seen before”

“Alexia.”

She laughed and you folded your arms, trying desperately to reclaim whatever dignity you'd had before she'd walked into the room.

“Go put clothes on.”

Alexia leaned down until her face was close to yours, “Make me.”

Your mouth parted, you stared at her for a second, then remembered exactly who you were dealing with and immediately pointed towards the wardrobe, “Don't start.”

Alexia laughed, reaching past you for a pair of clothes and you couldn't help smiling, because somehow, impossibly, this was beginning to feel normal. Not the guns or the bodyguards and not the fact that your father's criminal empire and Alexia's had somehow collided spectacularly.

But this, standing in her bedroom while she argued with you half-dressed, your things in her drawer, Alexia calling you brat from the bathroom.

It was domestic in a way that should have terrified you, instead, you found yourself watching her pull a shirt over her head and thinking that maybe you didn't hate it quite as much as you pretended.

💪🏼

By the early evening, Alexia had apparently decided you'd spent enough time inside the house. You were curled up in the corner of the sofa with your book when she appeared in front of you, keys spinning lazily around one finger.

“Get your shoes.”

You looked up, “Why?”

“We're going out.”

Your eyes narrowed immediately, “Where?”

“Beach.”

You glanced towards the windows, “You're taking me to the beach?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Alexia stared at you, you stared back, eventually, she sighed, “Because you've been inside for too long.”

“I've been here for, like, I don't actually know how many days.”

“Exactly.” You shut your book, opened your mouth to argue when she cut you off, “Shoes.”

You rolled your eyes but got up anyway.

Twenty minutes later, you were walking beside Alexia along the beach, the late afternoon sun beginning to soften over the water. She'd deliberately left the usual entourage behind. No Cata hovering nearby, no Misa pretending not to watch every person who came within ten metres of you.

Just you and Alexia.

You shoved your hands into the pockets of your jacket as your sandals sank slightly into the damp sand, “This is weird.”

Alexia glanced sideways at you, “What?”

“Walking on a beach with a mafia boss.”

She snorted, “You make everything about mafia.”

“You are literally a mafia boss.”

“I'm also a person.”

“Debatable.”

Alexia bumped her shoulder against yours, you stumbled slightly, then shoved her back. She barely moved.

“Show-off.”

“I'm stronger than you.”

“You're also significantly more annoying than me.”

“That isn't possible.”

You looked at her, Alexia looked back, “Fair,” you admitted.

For a while, you walked without speaking, the sea rolled in beside you, rhythmic and steady, and the breeze carried away some of the heaviness that seemed to have settled permanently inside your chest lately.

Alexia didn't interrogate you about what you were thinking about, she simply walked beside you.

Eventually, you glanced at her, “You do this often?”

“Walk?”

“Take people out when they're losing their minds.”

Alexia's mouth curved, “Maybe.”

“Sounds suspiciously like you're admitting I'm losing my mind.”

“You are.”

You shoved her shoulder again, this time she caught your wrist before you could pull away her fingers closed loosely around you.

You looked down, then at her, Alexia didn't let go immediately and neither did you, “You needed to get out,” she said eventually.

Your teasing expression softened, “I was fine.”

“No.” You frowned, Alexia looked out towards the water, “You were sitting in my gym yesterday staring at the ceiling for two hours.”

“That doesn't prove anything.”

“It proves you needed a walk.”

You huffed, “Bossy." Your eyes flicked towards her, Alexia's expression had gone quieter.

She squeezed your fingers once before letting your hand fall free.

For another few minutes, neither of you spoke, then you spotted a stretch of flatter sand ahead and suddenly veered towards it.

Alexia looked at you suspiciously, “What are you up to?”

“Nothing.”

“You're doing something.”

“I'm walking.”

“Wrong.” You grinned, Alexia's eyes narrowed, then you took off running, “Y/N!”

You laughed over your shoulder as you sprinted down the beach, behind you, Alexia swore, you heard her footsteps hit the sand.

“Oh, fuck.”

You ran faster. You weren't even sure where you were going. You just knew you were laughing, genuinely laughing, for the first time in what felt like forever.

Alexia caught you far too easily, an arm hooked around your waist from behind and suddenly your feet were barely touching the ground.

“Cheater!” you shrieked.

“Don't be a brat” Alexia finally set you down, but kept both hands around your waist as you tried to squirm away.

You were breathless, hair blowing across your face, she was smiling, not the dangerous smile, or the one she used when someone challenged her authority.

It was just Alexia, you looked at her for a second, then quietly, “Thank you.”

Her smile faded into something softer, “For what?”

You shrugged, “For getting me out.”

Alexia's hands loosened around you, “You're welcome.”

You looked towards the water, “I needed it.”

“I know.” You glanced at her, she nudged your shoulder, “Come on.”

“Where?”

“Keep walking.”

You groaned dramatically, “More walking?”

Alexia started moving, looking over her shoulder, “Unless you'd rather go home.”

You immediately followed, “Shut up.” Her laugh carried over the sound of the waves.

The walk continued until Alexia spotted something half buried in the sand ahead, she slowed a battered frisbee sat near the edge of the waves, probably abandoned by some family who'd packed up and forgotten it.

Alexia bent down and picked it up, brushing sand from the underside.

You eyed it suspiciously as Alexia's mouth twitched., then she threw the frisbee towards you, you caught it against your chest.

“Go long.”

You stared at her, “Excuse me?”

“Go.” She pointed further down the beach, “Long.”

“You want me to go?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to throw it.”

You looked at the frisbee, then at her, “That's your big plan for getting me out of the house? Dog training?”

Alexia laughed, “Go, brat.”

You rolled your eyes but started walking backwards, “Don't throw it too far.”

“Scared?”

“I'm wearing sandals.”

“Excuses.” You turned and jogged further along the sand, “Ready?” you called.

Alexia lifted her hand, “Go!”

The first throw was terrible, it sailed approximately three metres to her left, she stopped dead and stared at it before Alexia doubled over laughing.

“Shut up! You said go!”

“I meant throw it properly!”

“I did!”

“You absolutely did not!”

Alexia retrieved it wiped at the corner of her eye, “Okay, ready?” This time she threw it properly.

You caught it, a little surprised, you looked down at the frisbee in your hands.

Alexia grinned, “See not that hard?”

“Don't sound so pleased with yourself.” You threw it back and she caught it one handed, “Oh, fuck off.”

“What's wrong?”

“You're annoying.”

“You're jealous.”

“Of your frisbee catching abilities?” You stared at her, then you laughed and somehow, that became the evening. Sometimes one of you caught it cleanly, sometimes the frisbee veered horribly sideways and sent the other of you sprinting through the sand after it.

Eventually, both of you were tired enough that when you'd thrown it, Alexia caught it, then she'd wandered towards you while you wandered towards her, meeting somewhere in the middle before.

You sat down in the sand, Alexia dropped beside you, stretching her legs out in front of her. You were both breathing harder than you should have been for something so stupid.

You looked sideways at her, “You know this is ridiculous.”

Alexia nodded solemnly, “Very.”

You picked up the frisbee and placed it on her stomach, “Congratulations.”

“For?”

“Best evening I've had in ages.”

Alexia went quiet, you immediately regretted saying it, but then she looked at you, and there was no teasing in her expression, “Yeah?”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

She picked up the frisbee and gently nudged it against your shoulder, “Again?”

You smiled, “Obviously.” You launched the frisbee at her as soon as you stopped jogging away and turned, but this time she wasn't ready.

It hit her squarely in the stomach, Alexia doubled over, you froze, then your face crumpled, “I'm sorry.”

She slowly straightened, you were already laughing, “You did that on purpose.”

“I didn't!”

“You're laughing.”

“Because you look ridiculous!”

Alexia stared at you for a long moment, then she smiled, “Oh, you are in trouble.”

You immediately backed away, “No.”

Alexia took one step towards you.

You took one backwards, “Alexia.” Another step. “Don't.”

She started walking faster, you turned and ran, her laughter followed you down the beach, “Y/N!”

“Leave me alone!”

“You hit me!”

“It was an accident!”

“You're going to pay for that brat!”

You were laughing too hard to run properly now, the sound carrying out over the water as Alexia chased you through the sand. You didn't get far. You'd barely made it another twenty metres before footsteps started gaining on you, the soft thud of Alexia's trainers getting louder against the sand.

You glanced over your shoulder which was a big mistake, Alexia was already grinning, “Oh, fuck.”

You tried to accelerate, it didn't help, an arm wrapped around your waist from behind and hauled you backwards, your feet skidding uselessly through the sand as you burst into laughter.

“Alexia!”

“Got you.”

“Cheater!”

“You ran away!”

“You were threatening me!”

“You hit me with a frisbee!”

“It was an accident!”

Alexia turned you around, keeping an arm firmly around your waist as you tried to wriggle free, “You think this is funny?”

You looked at her, her hair was completely dishevelled from running, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling with exertion, you grinned, “A little.” Her eyes narrowed, you immediately changed tactics, “Okay. i'm very sorry.”

“Not believable.”

You put your hands against her shoulders, trying to look suitably remorseful, “I feel terrible.”

“You don't.”

“I do.”

“You're smiling.”

“It's nervous laughter.”

Alexia's expression remained unimpressed, you stared at her for a beat, then your eyes dropped to her stomach and back up.

Alexia noticed, “Don't try to distract me by batting those eye lashes.”

“I'm not.”

“You are.”

You stepped closer anyway, sliding your arms loosely around her neck, “Okay,” you murmured. “Maybe a little.” Alexia's stern expression began to crack, you leaned in, your voice dropping conspiratorially, “I'll kiss it better when we get home.” Alexia blinked, you smiled sweetly, “Your poor little stomach.”

Her eyebrows shot up, “You hit me... again”

“Accidentally this time”

“With a frisbee.”

“A very dangerous frisbee apparently.”

Alexia stared at you before she laughed, shaking her head as she tightened her arm around your waist and pulled you closer. You tipped your face up towards hers her gaze dropped briefly to your mouth, you caught it and your smile softened.

For a second, the teasing disappeared, leaving only the two of you standing in the middle of an empty beach, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her body against yours.

Then Alexia nudged her nose against yours, “Come on.”

You frowned, “Where?”

“Home.”

You smiled, “Why?”

She gave you a look, “You promised to kiss it better.”

You burst out laughing, “Alexia!”

“What?”

“You're ridiculous.”

“You made the promise.”

“I was joking!”

“Too late.”

She released you and started walking back towards the car, tossing the frisbee casually in your direction.

You caught it, “Are you seriously keeping the frisbee?”

Alexia glanced back, “Obviously.”

“Why?”

“Evidence.”

“Evidence of what?”

“That you're dangerous.”

You laughed again, jogging to catch up, “You're such a dick.”

“And you're kissing my stomach better.”

“Shut up.”

Alexia's grin widened, you bumped your shoulder into hers as you walked beside her and she bumped yours back before her arm slid around your shoulders in an apparent attempt to shelter you from the wind.

💪🏼

By the time you got back to the estate, the lingering warmth of the beach had been replaced by the familiar quiet hum of Alexia's house.

You'd barely made it through the entrance before Alexia's attention was pulled by Misa, they were whispering before she looked at you, “I need to sign some documents.”

You frowned, “Now?”

“Yes, now.”

“But you promised we'd go home and—”

Alexia's eyebrows lifted, you stopped yourself, she looked far too pleased, “Go sit somewhere,” she said, “I'll be ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes,” you repeated suspiciously.

“Yes.”

“You swear?”

“Brat.” she said in a warning tone before she disappeared towards her office.

You tried to be patient, you genuinely did, for approximately seven minutes, but you found yourself standing outside Alexia's office, staring at the closed door.

So you opened it.

Alexia was behind her desk, surrounded by paperwork, glasses perched low on her nose as she read through a document. Misa was sitting opposite her, leaning back in the chair with her arms folded.

Alexia looked up, her eyes immediately found you, then her mouth curved, “Can I help you, brat?”

Your eyes moved towards Misa, “Out.”

Misa's eyebrows shot up, “You can't tell me what to do.”

“Funnily enough, I just did.” You pointed towards the door, “Out.”

Misa stared at you then at Alexia, who hadn't said a word, she simply watched you, one eyebrow slightly raised, her attention when to Misa as she waited for instruction, Alexia gave the smallest nod.

Misa sighed and stood, “Unbelievable.”

She walked past you, the door clicked shut behind her, you turned back from watching her go Alexia was already spinning her chair around to face you properly.

She removed her glasses and placed them carefully on the desk, “What are you playing at?”

“Shut up.” You crossed the room, Alexia barely had time to register what you were doing before you leaned down and kissed her.

For one beat, she remained completely still, then her hand caught your waist, you smiled against her mouth.

Alexia pulled back just far enough to look at you, “You waited seven minutes.”

“Eight.”

“Oh wow. Eight?”

“I was being patient.”

Her eyes narrowed, “You interrupted a meeting.”

“I was just going to ask you how long you’d be, but you were wearing glasses.” Alexia blinked, you gestured vaguely towards her face, “The glasses.” She stared at you, and you shrugged, “They did things.”

A slow smile appeared, “Things?”

“Don't make me explain.”

“I think you should.”

“No.”

Alexia leaned back in her chair, looking unbearably smug, “So you came barging into my office because you liked my glasses?”

“I came into your office because you abandoned me.”

“For eight minutes.”

“An eternity.”

“You're dramatic.”

“And you're wearing some very sexy glasses.” Alexia's mouth twitched, you leaned down again, stealing another quick kiss, “Now stop working.”

She stared at you, “You're giving me orders in my own office?”

“Yes.”

“Brat.”

“Yes, boss.”

Her expression changed immediately, you saw it, that little flicker in her eyes, you straightened slowly. Alexia reached for her glasses again, “Go sit down.”

You frowned, “Why?”

“Because now I'm going to finish these documents.”

Your mouth fell open, “You're punishing me?”

“No.” She put her glasses back on, “I'm making you wait.”

You stared at her in disbelief, “That's worse.”

Alexia smiled and picked up her pen, you remained standing there out of pure defiance, she didn't look up at you once, “Are you going to sit?”

“No.”

“Fine.”

You crossed your arms, Alexia began reading, you waited all of about 30 seconds before you leaned over the desk and kissed her cheek.

Alexia didn't even look up, “Brat.” You kissed her other cheek, “Y/N.”

You smiled, “I'm bored.”

“Then go away.”

You gasped dramatically, Alexia finally looked at you over the top of her glasses. You stared at one another, then you smiled, “Make me.”

Alexia simply looked away and began flicking through the papers in front of her, being bored you were curious what she kept in her desk drawers, you had barely pulled it open before Alexia’s hand silently reached across and pushed it shut.

You opened a different drawer, Alexia closed it, “Stop.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I'm bored.”

“You have a book.”

“I've finished my book.”

“Then find another.”

You opened the drawer beneath it, Alexia's chair rolled backwards slightly as she stared at you in disbelief. “Brat.”

You grinned and opened the next one, her hand shot out to push it shut, you tried another and the same happened again.

“Do you have some sort of drawer closing condition?” you asked.

“I have a condition where I don't want you going through my things.”

“You're very controlling.”

“You're very nosy.”

“I prefer curious.”

“I prefer you over there.” She pointed towards the sofa.

You ignored her, naturally.

You moved to the other side of the desk, where there was another set of drawers you'd somehow missed. Alexia noticed your attention shift and immediately straightened.

“Y/N.” You pulled the handle, “Don't.” her voice was firmer than you’d ever heard it that alone made you pause.

Slowly, your eyes travelled from the drawer to her then back again, your mouth curled, you pulled it open.

Alexia's eyes closed, “Fuck's sake.”

You looked down, then blinked, there was a moment where your brain appeared to stop processing entirely, because tucked neatly inside were several sex toys that absolutely did not belong beside Alexia's stationery, spare chargers and business documents.

Your eyebrows climbed, “Close it.”

You looked back down, “Alexia.”

“Close. It.”

Your grin widened, “Are these—”

“Don't.”

You looked at her, “You can't just put a drawer like that in your office and expect me not to investigate.”

“I can when it's my office.”

“You have toys in your desk.”

Alexia's jaw tightened, “Apparently.”

You stared at her for another second before the realisation hit you, a slow, wicked smile spread across your face. You reached in again, this time palming the little red bullet and then, when she was busy with her pen, slipped it fast into the pocket of your hoodie. You closed the drawer with an exaggerated innocence, and turned away before Alexia could read your face.

"Fine," you said, a wounded dignity, "I'll go sit down."

"Good girl," Alexia muttered, not even glancing up as she signed a form with a sharp, satisfied flourish. You watched her for a moment, the lean tension in her forearm, the focus of her brow, the way her lips pursed lightly when she was annoyed but also entertained. She was so intent on her task she didn't notice you unlacing your shoes, slipping out of them, and then haphazardly wriggling out of your jeans. They landed in a heap beside the sofa, followed moments later by your underwear.

You flopped onto the sofa in just your hoodie and drawing your knees up under you and propping one heel onto the cushions, the other on the low table. For a moment you let yourself lounge there, deliberately letting your bare thigh catch the light, then you surreptitiously reached into the pocket and flicked the switch.

A soft whirring started up, quiet but insistent. You positioned yourself, so Alexia had a clear view of your bare cunt framed by black hoodie, then let your head loll back, eyes heavy lidded, as you pressed the toy to your clit. First, gentle, then harder. Your breath stuttered, and you made a point of exhaling just loud enough to carry over the sound of her pen.

Alexia looked up, her pen stalled halfway through a word, her eyes moved from your face to the arch of your hips, then down to your hand, and the little bullet that buzzed red and obscene against your skin.

You didn’t say a word you just grinned, then let your knees fall wider.

The two of you held the look, hers, sharp and speculative, yours, molten and entirely without shame. You pressed the toy harder, hips canting, and watched Alexia’s mouth go tight with a feral hunger you recognised from other private nights.

You moaned, quiet, but enough, you bit your lip, but not hard enough to muffle the noise, the small, involuntary gasps that built in your chest as the toy did its job.

Alexia just watched you.

She made absolutely no move. Didn't even bother to disguise the low, almost predatory interest tightening her jaw. She simply sat there, pen in hand, a neat stack of legal papers in front of her, and watched the way your thighs trembled and your mouth broke open around each sound.

You felt the flush creep up your neck at the intensity of her focus. The toy buzzed mercilessly, skating over your clit, and you kept your eyes trained on her, refusing to look away.

The seconds stretched, Alexia leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest, and you noticed, in the periphery of your haze, how she stilled completely. Every breath of hers seemed to synchronise with every tiny shudder of your hips.

You pressed the bullet down harder, desperate for the release but also for the way her gaze seemed to strip you, cataloguing every reaction. Your knees dropped open so wide your hips ached, and you let the hoodie fall back, exposing your chest.

Alexia’s eyes followed, slow and deliberate, taking in every inch, then returning to your hand. Still, she didn't move, didn't say a word. Not even when you started to whimper, soft, helpless sounds you couldn’t hold back even if you wanted to.

You came fast, embarrassingly so, the tension snapping in your thighs and belly, you clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your cry, but it only made the sound sharper, more desperate.

When you finally looked up, Alexia’s expression was unchanged, only her eyes had gone darker, her jaw flexed hard enough you thought it might snap.

You doubled down, dragging the toy over your clit again, not caring about the oversensitivity, just needing the way she watched you come apart for her, again and again.

After the third time, your head lolled to the side, and you managed a ragged laugh, "You’re not going to stop me?" you said, voice barely above a whisper.

Alexia arched a single eyebrow, "Why would I stop you?" Her tone was cool, measured, and it made you shiver even more.

You let your legs fall closed, slowly, knees knocking together as the aftershocks rippled through you. The toy slipped from your fingers you stared at the ceiling and tried to remember when you'd last felt so completely unguarded.

Alexia let you lie there for another long moment, then she rose with slow, deliberate movements and rounded the desk, coming to stand over you. She studied you the way a scientist might study a new, unpredictable element.

You felt her gaze on every part of your body. She bent down, bracing a hand on the armrest of the sofa, and kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.

"You are," she murmured, "the most infuriating woman I've ever met."

You grinned, cupping her face to kiss her again, a slow drag of lips and tongue that made her shiver even as she tried to keep her composure. You loved that you could do this to her, that no matter what armour she wore into the world, you could always find the seam. She let you lead for a moment, hands braced on either side of the sofa, then broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, her eyes flicking to the door as though remembering where you were.

She looked at you, daring you with her silence, but you only grinned and patted the narrow lip of the sofa next to your thigh. "Sit," you commanded, and you liked the way her mouth twitched, the moment of real calculation behind her eyes before she decided to humour you.

Alexia sat, legs splayed wide, the motion careless but deliberate. She regarded you like you were a puzzle she was already halfway through solving. You hauled yourself upright, swung your bare thighs over her lap, and straddled one of her legs, all while holding her gaze.

You trailed your hands up the planes of her torso pushing her shirt up, feather light at first, drawing your nails over the skin of her abs. You leaned in, planting a kiss just below her ribs, then another, and another, a trail of open mouthed devotion that made her inhale sharply and close her eyes for half a second.

You licked her, slow, dragging your tongue over the salt on her skin, the vibration of your next words humming against her stomach. "Told you I'd kiss it better," you murmured, and she huffed a laugh, but her hands were already coming up to frame your jaw, steadying you as you worshipped every inch of her.

You bit her, just enough to make her tense, and she slid her hand down to the back of your neck, gripping hard. You liked the pressure, how it made you feel claimed and anchored and electric all at once.

Without warning, you slipped your hand beneath the elastic waistband of her shorts, and she shivered as your knuckles made contact with her skin. You grinned, pleased at how she twitched when you palmed her through her underwear, then dipped your fingers lower, finding her already wet and wanting.

You slid your fingers over her, slow at first, then with more intent, and Alexia's head fell back against the sofa, throat bared, her grip on your neck tightening.

You watched her face, saw the way control and need was in her expression, and you wanted to see what it would take to make her break. You kissed lower, peeling down the waistband of her shorts with your teeth, exposing the trail of muscle and the tight cut of her hips. She let you, didn't even pretend to resist as you stripped her, then spread her legs even wider, giving you full access.

You dropped to your knees, hands braced on her thighs, and pressed your mouth to where she was hottest. Your tongue flicked over her clit, gentle, then harder, and you heard the way her breath choked off in her chest. She tried to bite back the sounds, to keep her composure, but you knew her now, knew exactly how to make her lose it.

You licked her, slow circles at first, then fast, then slow again, never settling, never letting her predict you. You slipped two fingers inside her, curling them just so, and she bucked into your mouth, cursing softly in Catalan. Her hands threaded into your hair, not guiding, just holding, as if she needed the anchor.

You ate her like you were starving. You wanted her undone. You wanted to see the way her eyes rolled up, whites flashing, then how she pulled you closer, desperate for more.

You sucked her clit between your lips and she groaned, hand fisting in your hair. You pushed your fingers deeper, stretching her open, and she pushed herself down onto them, riding your hand with a single minded greed that you’d never seen from her before.

“More,” she said, voice gone to gravel, and you gave her more, working your hand faster, tongue now relentless on her clit. She broke, sudden as a gunshot, her body going rigid, her thighs clamping your head so tight you thought you might suffocate.

The sound she made was almost a growl, and you licked her through it, easing her down until she was shaking. You looked up at her, chin wet, and Alexia just stared at you, wordless, as if she genuinely couldn’t believe it.

There was something close to awe in her expression, the disbelief of someone who thought they’d seen everything and then found out they’d known nothing at all.

You crawled up her lap and kissed her, slow, until her hands came up to catch your jaw and hold you there. She kissed you back, stealing the air from your lungs, then bit your bottom lip, hard enough to sting. “You’re a brat,” she breathed.

You grinned, smug and tired, “You love it.”

Alexia shook her head, whether in exasperation or devotion you couldn’t tell. She held you there, her hands at your waist, her heart hammering as wild as yours. For a long minute, neither of you moved, the only sound the distant tick of the office clock and the slow return of your breathing to something halfway normal.

Eventually, you disentangled, collapsed beside her on the sofa, legs draped over her lap. She reached over, drew a lazy finger along the curve of your thigh, then down to the still trembling muscle just above your knee. She said nothing, but the gesture was so intimate, so ordinary, that your chest ached with it.

She soon was back to her feet, putting her bottoms back on, picking up your jeans folding them into a compact coil. She set them on the edge of the sofa, then reached for the blanket draped over the backrest and covered your shivering legs with clinical, almost maternal, efficiency. Her hand found your cheek, thumb tracing the flush there, before she kissed your forehead. "I'll be as quick as I can with what I have to do" she said, her voice both soft and matter of fact, "I'm just covering you in case someone comes in."

You hummed, already half gone, and pulled one of the cushions under your head, "Okay," you said, but your voice was a satin thread, barely audible.

She pulled the blanket up another inch, then turned back to her desk, resuming her last posture as if nothing had happened. You basked in the slack limbed, post orgasmic haze, your body humming, your brain a gentle soup with slow, lazy bubbles rising to the surface.

You only realised you’d drifted off when the door opened and Misa walked in, nose wrinkling faintly. She looked at you, then looked at Alexia, then back at you.

Neither of them acknowledged the situation. Not the blanket, not the way your skin glowed across your collarbones, not the way Alexia’s jaw had set into an iron line.

Misa sat, she shuffled a few folders from her bag and passed them across the desk. She was wearing a new jacket, something black and fitted, but you couldn’t focus on anything more than the tiredness coming over you.

You let the women’s voices wash over you, that strange, low register they both used for business. It was the first time you’d ever heard Alexia talk about crime, about the logistics of moving things, about who was unhappy, about the risks and the vessels and the names you’d never spoken aloud but had always known in the back of your mind, but you didn’t care.

You floated in and out, hearing only fragments. You were completely spent, boneless, your only thought that this must be what trust felt like. The world turning to chaos around you, and you, utterly relaxed, not even pretending you could do anything about it.

At some point Misa started talking about your father, or at least his men, her gaze flicked to you and she paused, something almost like concern crossing her face before she flicked her attention back to Alexia.

“She’ll be fine,” Alexia said, and you couldn’t tell if she meant you or herself. There was a new warmth in her voice, a bone deep steadiness that hadn’t been there before.

You drifted. A minute passed, then five, then perhaps an hour. The light changed in the room, leaking from gold to blue to the first shadows of dusk. You heard the shuffle of paper, the click of a lighter, the way Misa sometimes punctuated her sentences with the tap of a pen or the snap of her knuckles.

You didn’t realise you feel asleep, you stirred when something shifted beneath you.

For a few seconds you didn't understand why you were moving, then you felt an arm beneath your knees and another supporting your back.

You blinked sleepily, Alexia had you bundled up in the blanket like some oversized parcel, your cheek pressed against her shoulder as she carried you towards the office door.

“Alexia,” you mumbled.

“Shh.” Your eyes barely opened, before they shut again.

At the doorway, Misa was holding it open. She glanced down at you, then at Alexia, “You really carrying her?” Alexia gave her a look, Misa immediately looked elsewhere, “Didn't say anything.”

You lifted your head just enough to glare at her, “Traitor.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Don't tell me what to do.”

Misa's mouth twitched, Alexia adjusted you higher against her chest, and your eyes fluttered shut again almost immediately.

“You're very brave when you're half unconscious,” Alexia murmured.

“I'm always brave.”

“Of course.”

The hallway passed in a blur of warm lights and familiar walls. You vaguely registered Alexia's footsteps on the stairs, the steady rhythm strangely comforting after the long day.

Your fingers curled loosely into the fabric of her shirt, “Where are we going?”

“Bed.”

You felt her carry you the rest of the way upstairs, through the bedroom door and towards the bed. The mattress dipped beneath you as she lowered you carefully onto it, you immediately tried to curl back into the blanket.

Alexia pulled it properly over you, tucking it around your shoulders with an attention to detail that made your sleepy brain warm.

You cracked one eye open, “Are you staying?”

She paused, then her expression softened, “Yeah, brat.”

Your eye closed again, “Good.”

Leila pressed her lips to your temple in apology before shifting behind you, adjusting herself against the mountain of pillows.

She’d insisted on bringing the ones from her room for your movie night. While you’d rolled your eyes and teased her something rotten, she had made the comfiest spot between them for you both. 

Though your first away game for Barça was a resounding success, flight cancellations and a subsequent extra night in the team hotel were not how you wanted to celebrate. Especially given the team’s stupid room-sharing rules. Since couples were unceremoniously banned from sharing rooms (and none of your teammates would tell you exactly why), you’d ended up bunking with Jenni. 

The truth is, two months in and Barça was still taking some getting used to. Sure, the city, language and football were hard to get to grips with, but the peculiarity of the team trumped them all. 

In all your years of playing pro, you’d never experienced a team quite like it. A team who insisted on doing everything together. A team who, in spite of all their foreign players, insisted on speaking in rapid Spanish with the odd Catalan phrase thrown in just to confuse you. A team with enough rituals, traditions and rules to write a handbook. 

Everyday for the last three months, you’d been counting your lucky stars for Leila and Jenni. Though the two were often at the centre of trouble, they were insistent on including you and were always willing to translate. 

Leila was the biggest support, which was to be expected, given that your long-distance international flirtationship had burst into a full blown relationship the second you signed your contract. Jenni - who had introduced you - was delighted. 

Which was odd, given your history. While playing alongside Jenni at PSG, you’d fallen into an easy arrangement. For a season almost a decade ago, the two of you had hooked up regularly. Maybe it could have been more, but Jenni was called home all too soon.

Thankfully you’d stayed friends over the years, despite the lingering tension. Sometimes you wondered if you were imagining things, but you couldn't ask the question. 

Times had changed. She had Alexia now. 

As it were, you could feel Jenni’s toes pressed against your ankle. Rather than lying between her legs like any normal person would do when trying to watch a film, Alexia had settled on top of her girlfriend and buried her face into her neck. You wondered if Jenni could actually watch the movie, or if Alexia’s Spanish quips were all the entertainment she needed. 

While you were grateful for Jenni, you could live without her girlfriend’s endless side eye and frosty responses. Despite being the captain of the team, Alexia had done very little to welcome you to the side. You’d watched as she’d befriended the other new signings with ease, yet all your attempts at small talk had been met with one word answers. 

You’d chalked it up to the fact that you used to sleep with her partner. Alexia was always touchy when you were around. When you’d complained to Leila about the decidedly unfriendly reception, she’d just laughed it off and blamed Alexia’s possessive streak. 

Possessive was all fine and well, but this trip had been something of an endurance test. While Jenni was the second best roommate you could imagine (after your girlfriend, of course), the time spent with her had only made Alexia even more short with you than usual. 

In fact, when Jenni had suggested a movie night, you’d almost asked her if you could do it without partners. Nevertheless, the desire to be close to Leila had won out. 

That was the other great thing about Jenni. Given your past dalliances, she knew exactly what you wanted on a Monday night after a victory. While you wouldn’t have objected if she’d suggested sneakily swapping rooms for the evening, being all wrapped up in Leila’s arms was the next best thing.

The Barça girls respected the rooming rules, and you respected them for it. 

Still, you could do without the feeling of Alexia’s hawkish gaze on you whenever you moved positions. 

Yesterday before the match, when you’d finally plucked up the courage to ask Jenni why her girlfriend was such a bitch to you, she’d laughed too. Hysterically, in fact. A long, drawn-out thing with her head tilted back. 

"She's just jealous, cari."

“I know she’s jealous,” You whined, “But I can’t change that we had sex forever ago. I didn’t even know who she was then.”

“And she knows that, but she thinks you’re pretty.”

“What can I do, Jen? I don’t want to not talk to you. You’re one of the only people I know here. Plus I have a girlfriend.” 

“That probably makes it worse,” Jenni had grinned, “Now everyone has had a piece of you except her.” 

You’d taken her jest as polite refusal to help the situation, so had quickly changed the subject. 

While you lay between Leila’s legs, you could hardly focus on the movie. 

You didn’t know why Alexia’s stoniness was bothering you so much. After all, you’d had teammates you didn’t particularly get on with in the past. There was just something about her. 

Were you scared of Putellas? A little. Even watching the film squashed together on a king-sized bed, you didn’t want to look over at her for fear of receiving a biting comment in return. But you’d also seen how she acted with her friends. With María, Lucy, and Jenni. All bright smiles and goofy jokes. And as selfish as it may be, you were deeply, deeply jealous that she'd never aimed one at you. 

You wracked your brain trying to think of something you’d said or done over the last two months that must have made her hate you. Could she have misinterpreted an Instagram caption, or something she’d overheard?

Leila was the one to draw your attention back down to earth. “Are you paying attention, amorcito?” She whispered into your hair as her arms banded around your waist from behind.

“No,” You breathed back. Stroking over her skin, you tried to refocus on the screen in front of you. 

“Me neither.” The hint of mischief in her tone had you grinning. 

You twisted your head, leaning far enough to the side for her to connect your lips. You tried to keep it sweet, but Leila surprised you with a possessive hand on your jaw coaxing your mouth open. 

Her kiss threw your head into a spin. Between the post-match horniness, the days spent separated, and her large hands trailing down to stroke at your thighs, you had to focus hard to swallow back the moans she sought to draw out. After just a few months, the feel of her was still so new. The drag of her hands over your sweats held a promise which lit up every part of you. 

When she licked into your mouth, you were scrambling to think of excuses to get her alone. Surely hotels had meeting rooms, right? The staff would hardly be patrolling them at a late hour. 

You relished in the gentle press of her hips to your back when she shifted behind you. If you had to suffer, she’d suffer too. 

Jenni’s amused tone made you jump. “Oye, Leila! Watch your hands unless you’re willing to share.”

You broke the kiss, turning back to the film as your cheeks burned. Once again, you could feel Alexia’s stare on your profile. 

Leila chuckled, pecking at your temple once more. Her hands ran up and down the length of your thighs, caressing before settling on the curve of your hips. “You had her before I did, remember?”

One thing you’d learned about Leila early on was that she wasn’t the jealous type.  In fact, Leila seemed to relish in the fact that you’d already slept with her teammate, teasing you relentlessly about it. On nights out, she was happy to sit back and watch you dance with others, safe in the knowledge that you’d go home with her.

Perhaps it was Leila’s confidence and free spiritedness which made Alexia’s reaction to you so weird.  

You kept your eyes trained on the screen as Jenni chuckled. In your peripheral vision, you could see her hands move over her girlfriend's ass. “Hmm, but Ale hasn’t.” 

You rolled your eyes at Jenni’s teasing tone. 

“She’s never had Leila either,” You pointed out with finality, hoping that they’d move on from the subject of your sex life.

The silence went on for just a second too long.

Your stomach turned, eyes widening at the stillness of your girlfriend behind you. 

“Lei?” You breathed, sitting up sharply. 

Even in the dim light, she looked halfway embarrassed. “We were all young once, no?” 

“It was a year ago.” Alexia snapped. 

You couldn’t help but look at her then. She’d lifted her upper half from Jenni’s body, though she still straddled her waist. Moreover, she was glaring at your girlfriend with one eyebrow lifted in challenge. 

“Who’s counting?” Leila placated, but you were already working through the months in your head. “It was before you started talks to move. I promise. I didn’t know you were coming.” 

“Don’t be upset, cari.” Jenni hummed, nudging your ankle with her foot. “It’s not her fault. We practically jumped her the first time.” 

“The first time?” You hissed, trying to grapple with the swirl of emotion. Jealousy, yes. Maybe a little betrayal at her for failing to mention it before now. And something else...

Jenni raised her eyebrows at you, a bright grin stretching across her face. “We like sharing.” 

You felt Leila’s hand tease at where your own was planted in the sheets. Dragging your gaze to her face, you took stock of the anxious frown which had burrowed into her forehead. Her fingers lingered over your own again, not quite reaching for your hand, but offering affection should you need it. 

For a brief moment, you measured your reaction. You could feel all their eyes on you, but her wide, frightened expression was the most important. 

Lacing your fingers with hers, you let the tiniest of smirks play across your face. “I didn’t know I was dating a whore. Jesus, Lei. You’ve slept with everyone in the room?” 

Jenni cracked a laugh, while Leila fought her own coy smile. She raised your joined hands to her lips, kissing the back of yours in silent thanks. “So has Jenni, so we’re halfway there.” 

“I have no regrets,” Jenni smiled, leaning forwards to peck at Alexia’s cheek. “But if you did want to finish the job, Ale wouldn’t say no.” 

Your gut told you to laugh, but the silence from the other two was jarring. You were all-too-aware of your girlfriend’s stare. 

Leila stroked her spare hand through your hair, coaxing you closer with a questioning expression. You didn’t know what to say, opting instead to peck politely at her lips. 

The hand on the back of your neck kept you close, locking you into your own little bubble. “They are good at sharing, you know. If you ever wanted that.” 

You froze, staring deep into her dark eyes and trying to read them. You’d never broached the subject, no matter how many times she’d encouraged you to flirt with pretty things. 

“Do you want that?” You breathed back.

“I like watching, yes. And I know you’re horny.” 

You risked a glance over to Jenni and Alexia, who’s attempt at giving you privacy was to engage in a heavy makeout session. A shiver ran down your spine at the wet slide of their tongues and the gentle shift as their clothes rubbed against one another. It was beautiful, really. The way they moved with each other, prominent cheekbones on full display. 

Your core clenched which shocked a gasp into your lungs. You turned back to your girlfriend, smiling at the devious twinkle in her eye. She leaned in first, reaching for your waist to turn you fully on your knees. Leila kissed you slowly, teasing at your lower lip with her teeth until you let out the shortest of groans. 

“You sure?” She asked, fingertips flitting at the bare skin of your lower back where your shirt had ridden up. 

Were you? 

Call it a rash decision, but with Leila being so laid back and Jenni being Jenni, there was nothing to lose. It’s not like your relationship with Alexia could have gotten any worse. And more importantly, at that moment, you were horny.

“I’m sure,” You muttered against her lips. 

Leila purred, cradling your face while planting sweet pecks against your lips. You could hear the rustle of fabric as the pair next to you moved, but you were too caught up in the feeling of her kiss to pay any mind. 

That was, until another set of cool fingertips danced across your stomach. The heat of another body pressed against your backside. You broke the kiss with a questioning sound, lifting up until your back met a warm chest. 

“Impaciente.” Leila accused, looking over your shoulder. 

You glanced over at Jenni’s relaxed form, then tensed when you realised who was wrapped around you. 

“Cállate. La has tenido durante meses.” Alexia said. Her fingers drew your hair to one side before her lips pecked at your neck.  

“English, chicas. Make it easy for her.” Jenni hummed. You watched her reach over to nudge at Leila’s forearm. 

Alexia’s confident hands stroked across your waist, holding your hips close as her soft lips trailed down your shoulder. You shivered as your brain caught up with the reality of the situation. 

Leila’s steady gaze met your own as she pushed herself up to sit in front of you. She was so calm when she caught your floating hands and placed them over Alexia’s forearms. “You can touch her, bebé. She’s not going to bite.” 

Alexia did bite.

Her teeth sank in to the thick muscle of your trap. The sting made you gasp, arching into her with a groan. 

Your girlfriend muttered her amusement, but you were more focussed on Alexia’s lilt so close to your ear that you could feel her breath. “You like?” 

A nod had her rewarding you with a far more gentle kiss to your jaw. 

In front of you, Leila pushed to her knees. She leaned forwards to give you one last kiss before she crawled between Jenni’s spread legs and settled with her back to the striker’s chest. 

You made a questioning sound, wide eyes locked on hers as Jenni welcomed her with a squeeze. 

“It’s okay,” Leila breathed quietly, reaching over to rub a finger against your knee. “I’m right here. Ale needs space.” 

Alexia hummed against your skin, slipping a hand under the fabric of your shirt to tease along your stomach. “Lie down.” 

“Manners, Alexia.” Jenni called. You watched as her hands ran over your girlfriend’s thighs. Your own twitched. 

You’d had Jenni a long time ago, but you still remembered the things she could do with her hands. The idea of her doing those same things to Leila in front of you was… fucking hot. 

“You said she liked being told what to do.” Alexia grunted before dragging her tongue up your neck. 

You froze, hands tightening on where hers roamed innocently your body. “You’ve spoken about me?” 

Jenni grinned before pressing quick kisses against your girlfriend’s cheek. “Of course we have. I’ve told Ale all about the things we used to do. Usually with my fingers between her legs. Relax, cari. She’ll look after you.” 

In a moment of bravery, you turned your head. 

Alexia was quick to cradle your face, thumb stroking over your jaw. Her lips were so close to yours, you could feel the breath she let out when her dark eyes dragged down to your parted mouth and back up again. This was the closest you’d ever been, centimetres away. You could feel the cold press of her rings against your neck as you watched her, taking in all the pretty features which made her beautiful.

For a split second you thought about asking Leila for permission, but Alexia didn’t give you a chance. Her lips collided with yours, drawing out a high-pitched keen. She tilted your head back, tightening her other arm to hold you still while her mouth worked against yours. 

Fuck, Alexia could kiss. Each one of her soft strokes was different. Some had you pushing back her hair gingerly, while others made you press your ass against her hips. You licked at her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open until your tongues played together. The slight ache between your legs was growing with each slick pass until you moaned into her mouth. 

Alexia pulled away a fraction, grinning deviously when you chased after her lips. She pecked the side of your mouth, before letting go of your body to deliver a measured slap to your ass. You gasped at the sting, then sighed at the squeeze which followed.