“¡Hola niña bonita!” The blush can’t help but creep up to your cheeks under her gaze, rosy enough to blame on the heat if you needed to. (Hey pretty girl!)

Ona stands before you, wet hair slung to one side of her neck as a towel loosely hangs from her hips. Your eyes can’t help but follow the water droplets falling down her muscular form, toned stomach so perfect it looks like the gods chiseled it straight from Tuscan Marble. 

“¿Cómo lo dices? Ehh my eyes are up here,” the smirk on her lips doesn’t go unnoticed. (How do you say?)

“I know,” you finally meet her gaze. “Can’t a girl enjoy the view?” 

She laughs at that, a hand coming up to grab your own as she drags you into the house. “Only if I get to return the favor.” 

Alessia being all shy and not having been with a girl before (going with this since we know next to nothing about her love life lol) and thinking she's as straight as a ruler until England play Spain and she's looking at Alexia like she's just discovered a new religion and realising she's as straight as one of those bendy rulers

Alexia's head tilting because England's star girl is looking like she's ready to beg right there and then and she's not bejnf subtle about it. Half of the England girls are glancing at Alessia like 'yeah...she ain't straight guys, she's looking like she wants to bite into Putellas' bicep.'

Leah, Keira and Lucy specifically being encouraging for this. They know Alexia a bit more than others because two of them played with her and Leah is captain so her and Alexia are practically unspoken bros in my head 😂

Like nahhh let her loose, go on Less. Get your little gay life started, she'll rock your world 😂

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OMG YASSSS !!

I love the whole "sees one sexy women than realizes their gay" trope. like yeah that was me LMAOO. stuck in denial until I saw a sexy woman playing volleyball on the living room tv at 10….aaaannnd now I write gay porn so 🤷🏽‍♀️ anyways—

and no the way Leah, Lucy, and Keira would be pushing Less over towards after the match. She's blushing like crazy, cheeks redder than a ripe tomato, and trying to push back against the forced steps from her 3 teammates….until she bumps straight into someone's back. She freezes at first— doesn't even notice the fellow England players fleeing the scene as their hands retreat from her body. Oh no, she's in a trance. Because she feels the electricity crackling beneath her skin, knows exactly who it is before she even finishes turning her head.

"I'm so s-sorry," Alessia stutters over her words as their eyes finally meet. A higher pitch cracking out of her mouth from the sight of Alexia up close. Her words trail off, lost in the sea of the Spaniards features. Captivated doesn't even begin to describe it. Alessia's never felt this before. This all consuming wave crashing over her, like she's been floating out at sea until Alexia walked in, and then the tides started pulling her down. And now? Oh, she's surely drowning. But that's okay, because Alexia is there to pull her back up.

There's a warmth behind her eyes, a comforting blanket that wraps around anyone lucky enough to fall under her gaze. She smiles at the loss of words, taking a few seconds to study the face of the woman in front of her. Her eyes are striking, just like her football skills. They both hit you fast when you notice them— like running full speed and then falling face first. Which Alexia has done many times in her youth. Always one to chase after what she wants, pushing herself to always come out on top.

"Want to swap jerseys?" The accent flows off her tongue like magic, putting a trance on Alessia.

Her heads nodding before she regains her ability to speak— and breathe, properly again. "Y-Yeah!"

Right as Alexia's about to pull the sweaty kit off her body she sees them— Keira, Lucy, and Leah all peaking over like a group of gossiping school girls. She holds in her giggle at the antics of the women, returning her attention back to the girl and task at hand. When they're both left in their sports bras and shorts there's a moment of pause as their hands brush. For a few seconds all the noise surrounding them disappears, all the eyes, cameras, and people fade into the background. It's just them. It's like fireworks going off, Alessia nervous system on the frits from all the new emotions being rushed into her brain. Oh god and is that her heart beat in her ears?? The Englishwoman doesn't even hear the next words out of the pretty blonde across from her, just sees her lips moving— and oh god did her lips always look that soft? "I-I'm sorry, w-what did you say?" She shakes her head a little, trying to come out go this fog that's seemed to of swallowed her whole.

Alexia can't help but let the laugh fall from her lips, tongue coming out to wet them as she leans closer, a hand coming out to shake Alessia's. "You can call me Ale, all my friends do."

"Oh," Alessia breaths out with a smile, "I didn't know we were friends."

The Spanish woman has a look on her face Alessia can't quite decipher, but she quickly finds out. Cause while they're still clad in minimal clothing, Alexia leans fully in— sweaty bodies colliding as her lips brush against the skin of Alessia's ear, goosebumps arising in her wake.

"I'd like to be more than that, but we can see where the night goes," and she doesn't pull away at first. Oh no. She waits till she feels and hears Alessia's breath gasp, her body tense up as her heart rate picks back up. She smiles against her skin, and that's when she pulls away. Slipping on the Lionesses Jersey as she proudly sports 'RUSSO' on her back.

Alessia doesn't even hesitate when the next words out of Alexia's mouth are, "Do you want to get a drink?"

She's saying yes before Alexia can finish the sentence, an even deeper shade of red left to dust along her nose and ears as the heat travels back up towards her cheeks. They agree on a place and time. And then she's gone, jogging back over towards her team as Alessia stands still in the aftershock.

She stays like that until Leah's there to cone running up and smacking her on the shoulder, "You're still half naked by the way, love bug. Might want to slide that jersey on before we get group pictures."