will wonders ever cease?

The packing phase of a holiday is always a study in contrasts. When you travel with someone who is used to living out of a suitcase for away games and tournaments, packing isn’t an event, it’s pure muscle memory. Alexia’s side of the bed is already clear: a clean, minimal row of tops, shorts and skirts, packed in under four minutes with zero drama.

And then there is your side.

“No,” Alexia says, leaning casually against the footboard, her arms loosely folded over her pink top. A fond smirk is already tugging at the corner of her mouth as she surveys the mountain of books taking up the entire left side of the duvet. “No, amor. Absolutely not. We are going to Mexico for seven days, not taking a submarine to the ocean for three months.”

“They are different genres, Ale!” you argue, aggressively trying to wedge a paperback between a pair of sandals and yoiur make-up bag. “I need options. What if I’m in a melancholy mood? I need the historical tragedy. What if the sun is too bright and I want something fast and trashy? I need the thriller. What if–”

“What if we need a crane just to get the bag into the overhead compartment?” Alexia counters, stepping around the bed. She casually picks up a massive hardcover, weighing it in onehand with a low laugh. “This alone weighs as much as a kettlebell. I lift heavy things all the time, and even I am intimidated by this luggage.”

“It’s a multigenerational family drama set in Prague, I’m really looking forward to reading that one,” you say, snatching it back from her hands and sliding it vertically along the back of your suitcase. “And it’s called packing efficiency. Look, it fits perfectly.”

Alexia shakes her head, an exasperated smile softening her features as she steps up behind you. She slides her arms around your waist, dropping her chin onto your shoulder. “I know you read fast, mi vida. But this is five books. Seven days, five books. The math does not work.”

“Watch me,” you whisper, turning your head just enough to catch her lips in a quick kiss. “Go admire your four items of perfectly folded clothing and leave the literary packings to the professional.”

xxx

The seatbelt sign has only just clicked off, leaving ten hours stretched out ahead of you.

Alexia is sitting in the seat beside yours, completely absorbed in her ipad, her fingers tapping and swiping across the screen.

You, meanwhile, reach into your bag, pull out a brand new book you’d been saving for months, and crack the book open.

Alexia’s head immediately snaps toward you.

“What is that?” she asks.

“A book, Ale.” you say gently, opening to chapter one. “A very heavy, very long book.”

Alexia pauses, her thumb hovering over the screen. She looks from your face to the book in your lap, then back to your face. Her jaw sets into a look of mild offended disbelief.

“No, no, no,” she says, shaking her head. “Close it.”

You blink, holding the page open. “Close it? Ale, we have ten hours until we land. I’ve been waiting to read this since March.”

“It doesn’t matter, she states, turning her ipad so the screen is angled directly toward you. She has endless rows of movies and shows downloaded and ready to go. “Look, I spent twenty minutes at the gate downloading everything.”

You squint at the screen. “You downloaded… twelve movies?”

“Fourteen,” she corrects proudly, tapping the screen. “I have the new thriller you wanted to see in the cinema. I have two comedies, I have the nature documentary about the ocean, the one with the quiet voice narrating. And I downloaded three seasons of that sappy show you like.”

“Ale, that is literally more than thirty hours of video content for a ten hour flight.”

“It is about options,” ALexia counters. “And more importantly, it is about watching them together. You cannot watch a book with me.”

“I could read a chapter aloud to you,” you offer, a tiny smile tugging at your lips.

“No,” she says instantly, leaning across the lowered divider. “Because if you read aloud, I have to think. My brain is on holiday, the season is over. I want to put one airpod in my ear, one airpod in your ear, and watch something until I fall asleep with you close.”

You look down at the unread pages of your book, then up at her. She is looking at you with expectant eyes.

You let out a theatrical sigh, slowly pulling a bookmark over the page and closing the book with a heavy thud.

“you always get your way, don’t you?” you murmur.

Alexia smiles, a victorious warmth softening her features. “Only when it matters, vida,” she murmurs back.

Without waiting another second, Alexia presses the control panel on her armrest. Her backest tilts into a relaxed recline, and the footrest rises to support her legs. She taps her lap twice.

“Come here.”

“Ale, these seats are built for one person,”

“I spend nine months a year on team buses and charter flights,” she interrupts, catching your wrist acrose the console and pulling your arm. “Venga. I know how to make space.”

You unbuckle, step out of your seat, and slip into her space. It is definitely a cosy fit, but as she shifts her hips and guides you down, you settle sideways across her thighs, yourback resting against her chest. Her arm immediately wraps around your waist, pulling you tight against her.

With her free hand, she pulls down the tray table, angling the ipad right in front of both of you.

“Here,” she murmurs, carefully inserting an airpod into your ear before popping the other one into her own. “Are you comfortable?”

“I’m being held hostage,” you say, though you instinctively curl your legs up, resting your hand over her ribs. “I’m miserable.”

“Yes, you look very miserable.” A low laugh shaking her chest against your back. She presses a lingering kiss directly into your hair, her thumb tracing slow circles through the fabric of your top.

She hits play on the movie, the opening score swelling through the shared earbuds.

As the opening credits begin to roll over the screen, Alexia rests her head against yours, her voice a smug whisper against your ear.

“Admit it, amor,” her grip on your waist tightening just a fraction. “This is a thousand times better than your heavy book.”

You look at the bright screen, feel her heartbeat beneath your palm and bury your face just a little deeper into her shirt.

“Shut up, Ale,” you whisper, smiling into her neck.

xxx

The soft morning light filters gently through the curtains of the balcony doors, casting a warm glow across the bed. The room is quiet, but you can hear the ocean waves crashing against the shore outside. 

Alexia is still fast asleep. her head is resting directly over your heart, one arm draped loosely across your stomach, while her leg is hooked over both of yours. Her breath comes in slow, deep huffs, fanning softly against your collarbone.

A soft smile tugs at your lips. You carefully shift your right arm out from beneath the sheets to wrap it around her waist. Your fingers trail up under the soft cotton of her oversized sleep shirt, tracing lazy patterns against the smooth skin of her back.

Alexia lets out a content sigh in her sleep, burying her face just a little deeper into the crook of your neck.

Your other hand reaches up to her head, gently raking your fingers through her tangled bedhead hair. You press a kiss into the crown of her had, inhaling the faint scent of her shampoo, followed by a soft kiss against her hairline.

For a long time, you just lie there in the peaceful silence, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning and the weight of her body against yours.

Eventually, your eyes wander over to the nightstand. Sitting right on the edge within arm’s reach is your book.

Very carefully, taking painful precautions not to disturb Alexia, you reach out with one hand and slip the paperback off the wooden surface. You prop it up on your chest, resting the spine lightly against her shoulder, and flip open to your bookmark.

The quiet rustle of paper fills the room as you dive into the next chapter.

Thirty minutes slip by in absolute bliss. You read through three chapters, turning pages with one hand, while your other hand never stops its slow strokes along Alexia’s spine. Every now and then, Alexia shifts slightly, her nose brushing against your skin, but she remains blissfully unconscious, lulled by the motion of your hand.

By the middle of the fourth chapter, you feel her breathing change.

The rise and fall of her chest slowly turns lighter, Alexia stirs, her fingers tightening around your waist as she slowly drags herself awake. She doesn’t open her eyes right away, instead she nuzzles her face up against your neck, letting out a sleepy hum.

“Good moring, angel,” you whisper softly, resting your chin on top of her head.

Alexia blinks her eyes open, her gaze hazy with sleep as she looks up at you. Her eyes trail up to the book open in your hand, and a fond pout forms on her lips.

“Already reading?” 

“I’ve been reading for half an hour,” you chuckle softly, setting the book face down on the mattress beside you. You bring your hand back down to frame her face, your thumb brushing over her cheekbone. “You were sleeping so soundly.”

Alexia hums, sliding her arm further around your back to pull herself higher u p your chest until your faces are inches apart. She rests her chin on your collarbone, looking down at you with affectionate eyes.

“You make a very comfortable pillow,” she murmurs, leaning in to press a slow kiss to the underside of your jaw.

“I aim to please,” you smile, your fingers tangling back into her hair, gently scratching her scalp.

Alexia lets out a soft sigh, closing her eyes again as she absorbs the touch, completely content to stay buried in the sheets with you for as long as the morning allows.

xxx

You are laid out on a sunbed under a massive umbrella, wearing a green bikini, a pair of sunglasses, and holding book number three. You have a glass of iced water with lime within arm’s reach and a heavy layer of sunscreen protecting you from the tropical sun. You are perfectly content.

Alexia, on the other hand, is operating on a different wavelength.

She has already been in the pool, spent twenty minutes floating on her back looking up at the palms, and brewed a pot of coffee. Now, she is standing at the edge of the wooden deck, her wet hair slicked back off her sun warmed skin, leaning gracefully against the pergola post as she looked out over the Caribbean in a purple bikini.

“The water is absurdly clear today,” she announces, her voice cutting through the quiet turning of your page. She doesn’t turn around, she just keeps her eyes on the horizon. “You can see right down to the coral.”

“mmm, sounds beautiful, angel,” you murmur, your eyes tracking a particularly tense line of dialogue.

A shadow falls over your page.

You look up over the rim of your sunglasses. Alexia walked over and is standing right beside your sunbed, blocking the light. She has a pair of snorkeling goggles pushed up onto her forehead, holding two pairs of fins in one hand while offering one out toward you.

“Let’s go down to the shore,” she says softly, nodding toward the sandy path winding down to the water. “The guy who brought the fruit said there’s a reef right off the point. We can explore a bit.”

“Ale, the main character realises her brother is actually the villain. I can’t look for tropical fish right now. The emotional stakes are too high.”

Alexia lets out an amused laugh as she set the fins down on the deck. She sits down on the edge of your sunbed, the cushion shifting under her weight.

“You have been reading for two hours,” she teases, her fingers gently catching the top edge of your book, tilting it down until your eyes meet hers. “We are in Mexico. The sun is out, the Caribbean is right there. And you are in… where is this set again?”

“Nineteenth century London.”

“London!” Alexia shakes her head, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “It is probably gray and pouring rain in London right now. Why do you want to be in the gloom when you’re here with me?”

“Because the romance is agonising, Ale,” you laugh, swatting her hand away from the paper. “Go swim some more or take a nap. Go enjoy the sun.”

“I don’t want to swim alone,” she pouts, leaning over until her shoulder rests against yours, her skin cool from the pool against your sun warmed skin. She rests her chin on yourshoulder, looking down at your page. “I’m bored, amor. Let’s go wander into town later. We can go after lunch, look at the markets.”

“Let me finish this chapter first.”

Alexia pulls back slightly, her eyes gleaming with playful satisfaction. “Fine, you have ten minutes.”

You manage to stretch those ten minutes into twenty, finishing another chapter while Alexia makes lunch and brings it out to the deck. You eat together in the shade of the umbrella, but by the time the plates are clear, the heavy afternoon heat has settled in over the patio.

“Okay,” Alexia says, standing up. “Your chapter is read, lunch is done. Let’s change into clothes for town.”

“Ale, look at the sun,” you plead softly, reaching out to catch her hand before she can walk away. You pull her back toward the wide sunbed. “It’s the hottest part of the day. If we go now, we’re going to melt. Come lie down with me for twenty minutes. Just a quick rest, and then I promise I’ll be ready for town.” Alexia looks down at you, her brows lifting skeptically. “Twenty minutes? Or twenty minutes of reading?”

“No reading,” you promise, setting the book on the side table. “Just resting, together.”

That is all the convincing she needs. A soft smile softens her features as she gives in, kicking off her sandals and climbing onto the sunbed beside you. As soon as she settles on her side, she pulls you in close, resting her chin over your head while her arm wraps securely around your waist. The warmth of her skin and the gentle rise and fall of her chest, mixed with the tropical heat, prove impossible to resist. Within minutes you drift off.

When you wake up an hour later, you don’t feel her body beside you anymore. Your skin is warm, your head clear, and you instinctively reach your hand out blindly to the side table, your fingers sweeping across the wood for your book. 

Nothing.

You open your eyes, blinking against the bright afternoon glare. The table is not completely empty. Your water glass and sunglasses are still there, but your book is gone.

You sit up, looking around the patio. The bag beside your chair, where you had stashed all your books, is sitting completely flat on the wooden deck.

“Ale!” you call out, turning toward the shaded porch.

Alexia is sitting at the table, an iced coffee in front of her, calmly scrolling through her phone with an expression of total innocence. She doesn’t look up.

“Alexia Putellas, where are my books?” you demand, walking barefoot across the warm deck toward her.

She finally raises her eyes. “What books, amor?”

“The five novels I almost blew out my back carrying through the airport,” you say, stopping in front of her with your arms crossed. “Where are they?”

“I don’t know,” she says smoothly, taking a sip of her coffee. “Maybe they blew away.”

“The wind took eight heavy novels?” You lean down, your eyes narrowing as you get close to her face. “Tell me where they are, or I’m calling Alba and tell her you broke her favourite sunglasses.”

Alexia’s neutral mask instantly breaks into a genuine laugh. “I did not break them, they fell off my head! It was an accident, and you promised to never bring that up!”

Before you can back away, her arms come up to catch your waist, pulling you down effortlessly onto her lap. She wraps her arms around your middle, holding you close so you can’t go search the house.

“They are fine,” she murmurs against your shoulder. They are enjoying a very peaceful holiday of their own.”

“Where are they, Ale?” you ask, laughing as you turned in her grip to look at her.

“Inside the oven,” she confesses. “You never open the oven on holiday. It was the best place to hide them.”

The oven? You hid my books in the kitchen appliances?”

“I’m trying to spend time with my girlfriend,” she corrects. “I want to walk down to the beach. I want to get fresh fruit and tacos, and I want to walk along the water holding your hand without competing with a fictional nineteenth century nobleman. I want you here with me.”

The playful annoyance melts away, replaced by a deep warmth. You look down at her and reach up, your thumb gently tracing the smooth line of her cheekbone. “You could have just said that, you know.”

“I tried,” she mutters, her eyes dropping to your lips. “But the brother was turning into the villain, and I was losing.”

“You don’t lose,” you whisper, leaning down to close the distance between you.

The kiss is slow. Alexia’s hand moved up to the nape of your neck, her fingers tangling gently in your hair, pulling you even closer until the quiet rustle of the palm trees fades into the background.

When she finally pulls back, her breath catches slightly.

“Okay,” she says, her thumb resting gently on your hip. “The books stay in the oven for two hours, and we’ll go explore?”

“Yes,” you smile, sliding off her lap and offering her your hand. “We’ll go explore. But you’re carrying the bag.”

“Deal,” Alexia says, lacing her fingers through yours and pulling herself up to walk beside you into the house. “I’ll carry whatever you buy, just don’t buy anymore books.”

xxx

The afternoon sun is just beginning to soften over the Caribbean when you spot it near the edge of the water: a slightly lopsided volleyball net sagging between two wooden posts, a ball resting abandoned in the sand beneath it.

“Ale,” you say, pointing toward the net with your sunglasses in hand. “Look.”

Alexia follows your finger, her eyes narrowing as she took in the setup. A knowing smile spreads across her face. “No, absolutely not.”

“Come on! You like sports,” you plead, tugging on her hand. “It’s right there.”

“Amor, volleyball is a completely different sport,” she says, though she is already letting you drag her down the warm sand. “I play with my feet. Using hands is illegal, it goes against every instinct in my body.”

“You’re a world class athlete, your hand-eye coordination is literally top tier,” you argue, grabbing the ball and tossing it lightly into the air. “I guarantee you’re better than me.”

“That’s not a compliment, cariño, you can’t catch your own keys if I toss them to you,” Alexia counters, snatching the volleyball out of the air, looking over at you through the net. Her eyes glint with dangerous competitive intent. “If we play, we do it properly. First ot five points.”

“Fine, five points. Just for fun,” you add quickly, backing up to the baseline.

“no, not just for fun,” a wicked smirk playing on her lips. “There must be a prize, for extra motivation.”

You squint at her. “What kind of prize?”

“Every point I score, you have to give me a kiss. Wherever I want.”

“And if I score?”

“Then I will give you a kiss,” she replies smoothly. “Either way, I win. But if I beat you five-zero, you owe me a very long, distraction-free night.”

“You are so competitive,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Fine. You’re on.”

Your first serve wobbles weakly over the net, dropping right into her zone. Alexia attempts a graceful forearm pass, but the ball bounces awkwardly off her wrist and flies sideways straight into a palm tree.

“Point for me!” you cheer, raising your arms.

Alexia stares at her wrist in total disbelief, then points a finger at you. “The wind took it. That doesn’t count.”

“The wind is barely a breeze, love. Pay up.”

Alexia huffs, walking up to the net. She ducks under the net, stepping onto your side of the court, and tilts her head with a resigned smirk. “Fine, a deal is a deal. Where do you want it, amor?”

“Lips,” you say without hesitation.

Alexia hums, cupping your jaw gently with her hand as she leans in, pressing a sweet kiss against your mouth. Her thumb strokes the side of your neck to hold you close for an extra second before she pulls back with a soft smile, ducking back under the net to her side. “Mmm, very nice. Now watch how a real athlete serves.”

She retrieves the ball, stands behind the line, tosses it up and hits a serve with way too much power for a casual beach game. The ball smacks you almost in the head, you protect your head with your hands, the ball bouncing hard away.

“Point for me,” she announces triumphantly, dusting the sand off her hands. “Where is my kiss?”

“You almost took my head off!” you protest, walking toward the net.

“It’s part of the game, cariño. Don’t be a sore loser,” she teases, ducking under the net to meet you halfway.

You lean in and kiss her lips, but the moment you try to pull back, Alexia deepens it, her thumb resing against your jawline as she steals a slow taste before stepping back to her side. “Mmm, 1-1.”

The next fifteen minutes are a competitive chaos.

On the third point, Alexia sprints across the sand to save a weak hit from you, diving full length into the sand to bump the ball over. It skims the net, hits hte sand on your side, and she immediately sits up in the sand, arms raised. “Did you see that? That was elite!”

“You have sand in your hair, on your nose, and probably in your bikini,” you point out, walking around the post to offer her a hand.

She grabs your hand, yanking you down into the soft sand on top of her with a loud laugh. “I don’t care, it was a point. Now pay up.”

You laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of her sandy nose, then her cheek, then her lips. “You’re crazy.”

“But I’m winning,” she says proudly, wrapping her arms around you for a quick hug before helping you both up.

By the time the score hits 4-4, you are both winded, covered in sand, and laughing so hard your stomachs hurt.

“Game point,” Alexia pants. “Ready to lose, amor?” “You hit your last serve way out of bounds, Ale. “Don’t get cocky.” “That was tactical,” She lies without blinking. “I was testing the wind.”

She tosses the ball up, hitting a soft bump over the net. It is completely hitable. You track it, set your feet and swing your arms up, only for the ball to clip off your fingers and shoot backward straight behind you into the sand.

Alexia instantly throws her hands in the air, letting out a victorious cheer that echoes down the quiet beach. “Yes! Campeona!”

Before you can even recover your balance, she ducks low under the net, jogs onto your side, and scoops you off your feet. You gasp, wrapping your legs instinctively around her hips as she spins you around, her laugh vibrating against your chest.

“You cheated,” you mumble into her hair, though you are smiling too hard for it to sound convincing. “You served soft on purpose because you knew I’d overthink it.”

“It’s called reading the opponent.” 

Alexia sets you down, her arms stay locked securely around your waist. She tips your chin up with her thumb.

“And now, I believe you owe me the rest of my points.” “I already kissed you during the game!”

“Those were match fees,” she murmurs, leaning in until her lips brush yours. “Now I want the trophy.”

xxx

You are nestled once again under the shade of the massive umbrella on your sunbed, lost in your novel. The rest of the world simply ceases to exist.

Until a cascade of cold water splashes directly across your bare shins.

“Hey!” you gasp, pulling your book back against your chest to protect the pages.

Alexia is treading water at the deep end of the pool. She wipes a stray droplet from her eye, a hopeful grin breaking across her face.

“Come in, the water is perfect, amor. It is like a bath.”

“No,” you say firmly, adjusting your sunglasses and flattening the page. “I am at the climax of the story, the betrayal is happening right now.”

“You can read about betrayal later!” Alexia protests, kicking her legs to propel herself closer to the edge. She rests her elbows on the tiled border. “Come play. We can dive for stones. I will be a dolphin, you can be a mermaid.”

“Alexia, you are a thirty two year old grown ass woman,” you say, not looking up from your book. “You cannot play dolphins.”

“I am on holiday. On holiday, I am allowed to be a dolphin. Come on, jump in! I’ve got you, I’ll catch you,” her arms already stretching out.

“Absolutely not.”

“Just five minutes!” she pleads, making a pouting face that she knows usually wears down your defenses. “Just come to the shallow end, you don’t even have to swim. Just put your legs in.”

You look over the top of your book at her. She is bobbing in the water, pouting. You let out a dramatic sigh, slowly closing your book. “Fine, the shallow end. But I am bringing my book, and I am sitting on the submerged ledge.”

Alexia’s face lights up instantly. “I knew you loved me.”

You stand up, adjusting the strings of your bikini, carefully picking up your book, and walk down the steps into the water. The shallow tanning ledge is only knee deep, perfect for lounging. You sit down on the tiled step, letting the water lap softly against your waist, and immediately re-open your book, holding it high above the surface.

“See? Compromise, I am in the pool, and I am–”

Before you can finish, she swims up to you.

Alexia doesn’t stay in the deep end for a single second. She slides right up next to you onto the shallow ledge, spreading her legs and pulling you in between them. 

“Ale,” you warn softly, holding the book higher. “If a single drop gets on this paper…”

“I am being very careful,” she whispers against the shell of your ear.

She lets out a content breath. You try to focus on the sentence, but Alexia has zero intention of letting you read in peace.

Her fingers reach up, carefully gathering your hair and pushing it over your shoulder, so she can acces your neck. She presses a soft lingering kiss to the spot right beneath your ear, her warm breath fanning over your skin.

“Alexia…” you murmur, though your voice lacks any real conviction.

“I am just resting,” she rasps innocently.

Her hands drift down underwater, her fingers finding the beads at the end of your bikini bottom strings. She begins idly rolling the small beads between her thumb and forefinger, her touch feather light against your hip, sending tiny ripples through the quiet water around you.

“You are a terrible distractor,” you whisper, turning your head slightly.

Alexia takes full advantage of the movement, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips. She drops your bikini bottom string, her hands moving to your sides, brushing up and down. She skims your ribs with light touches before moving to cup your breasts over your bikini top. 

You flip a page.

She slips her hands under your bikini top, kneading the soft flesh, grazing your nipples ever so gently before rolling them between her fingers. 

Alexia noses at your neck, her breath hot against your skin as she marks your neck, biting softly before swiping her hot tongue over the marks to soothe the sting. You can’t help the soft sighs that leave you.

Her one hand continues toying with your nipple, the other trails down your body, fingers stopping briefly at your bikini bottom. 

You expect her to slip her hand underneath, but she doesn’t. She continues her path down to your thighs. Your breath hitches as she begins rubbing soft circles into the tender skin of your inner thigh.

“Ale…” you warn softly, looking back up at her. 

“Keep reading your book, amor. I’m just trying to make you feel good.”

She slips her hand beneath the wet fabric of your bikini bottom, when her touch finds you, her movement hitches for a fraction of a second, discovering just how slick and ready you already are for her. 

Her middle finger parts your folds, stroking you, sending a delicious shiver straight up your spine.

“You’re so wet,” she whispers in your ear, spreading your wetness around your clit. “Even under the water, I can tell you’re absolutely soaking. What did you say this book was about again, amor?”

You gasp, your fingers tightening their grip on the paperback to keep it above the waterline. “It… it is a romance story.”

She circles around your clit softly, not putting direct pressure on it yet. You let out a whine, bucking your hips in search of more friction, for something to grind your clit against, but she keeps her ministrations around your clit, driving you mad.

“A romance story,” she murmurs, her fingers never stopping. She keeps the pressure light, making your thighs tremble underwater. “So that’s why you’re so wet… or is this part all me?”

“Please,” you pout, “it’s all you.” You grab her arm with your free hand in a weak attempt to force her hand onto your throbbing clit.

She hums. “Okay, I’ll give you what you want.”

Alexia resituates you, hooking your legs over hers, opening you up wider for her. She slips her hand back into your bikini bottom.

You moan when she finally makes contact with your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles against it just the way you like it.

“Always so responsive for me,” Alexia whispers in your ear, catching your lobe between her teeth and biting down gently.

Without warning she abandons your clit, plunging a finger into your pussy. She set a fast pace, unbothered by the fabric, her finger curling against your walls, fingertip pressing up against the spot that makes your cunt clench. Her thumb returns to your clit, rubbing merciless circles against it.

“Fuck, Ale, right there,” you cry, your body writhing on top of hers. You’re magically still holding the book up, not wanting to drop it in the water. 

You feel the coil in your stomach winding tighter, quickly approaching your climax. The stretch of her fingers is great, but you want more. “I want another one,” you whimper, wanting to feel the dull ache of her stretching you out and stuffing you full with her fingers.

“Yeah? Don’t you want to read?” she taunts, already moving to slip in a second finger. 

A strangled moan slips from your lips, your back aching up impossibly from her chest. 

You throw your free arm around her neck, grabbing strands of her hair there and tugging. You are getting close, your hips jerking against her hand in uncoordinated thrusts, desperate for release.

Your head hangs back against Alexia’s shoulder, letting out a near constant stream of moans and whimpers. Alexia’s long, thick fingers working relentlessly in and out, rubbing against your walls, her thumb moving tight circles against your clit.

“Dont, dont’stop, please, Ale, I’m gonna”

“I know, amor,” she murmurs, a hand moving back to your tits, pinching a nipple hard between her fingers. “Cum for me, I want to feel you fall apart.”

Alexia continues rubbing your clit and you’re cumming. White hot sparks coursing through your body, your back arches, a sob leaves your lips as the pleasure radiates through your body. Your legs try desperately to close from the overwhelming sensation, but Alexia’s legs keep you spread open, leaving you unable to do anything but feel the full force of your climax. 

Minutes pass in sweet, sun drenched silence. The warm water laves gently against your skin while Alexia simply holds you, her chin resting on your shoulder as your breathing gradually returns to normal.

You sit there breathless, your knuckles white from holding the book high above the waterline the entire time.

Alexia chuckles softly against your skin, her hand underwater lightly resting over your hip as her thumb strokes your skin in lazy swipes. She reaches up with her free hand, gently taking the book from your fingers and setting it safely onto the dry tiles behind you.

“See,” she whispers close to your ear, her lips brushing your skin with a triumphant smile. “I told you the pool was a good idea.”

xxx

Tragedy struck on day six.

You sat on the terrace, staring down at the final page of your fifth and last book with a sense of rising panic. You turned the back cover, stared at the blank endpaper, and then frantically shook your bag as if a spare book might magically manifest in there.

Nothing, absolutely nothing.

“Ale,” you say, your voice panicked.

Alexia walks out onto the terrace, holding two glasses of cold lemonade. “Hmm?”

“I’m out.”

She sets the glasses down, squinting slightly. “Out of what? Sunscreen?”

“Books,” you declare, holding up the empty back. “I finished the historical drama, I finished the mystery, I finished the smutty romance,” you blush.

Alexia smirks.

“We need to go into town immediately. I have to check online, there might be a shop near the plaza that carries English editions…”

“No,” Alexia says simply.

She doesn’t even hesitate. She steps between you and the table, resting her hands lightly on her hips, a look of playful victory washing over her features.

“What do you mean, no?” you gasp.

“I mean, absolutamente no. The shop in town is closed today anyway. I am sure. You are trapped.”

“Alexia!”

“This is a gift from the gods,” she declares. “For six days, I have shared you with all these characters. Today? Today you belong to the Caribbean, and to me.”

Before you can formulate a proper counterargument, she steps in close, easily scooping you up, bookless, defenseless, and carries you down the terrace steps. You’re still protesting loudly when she’s setting you down with a splash into the shallow end of the pool.

The rest of the day is an absolute blur of her undivided attention.

Without a book to anchor you to the shade, Alexia takes full advantage. She teaches you a ridiculous underwater hand sign language she makes up on the spot. She coaxes you into the deep end, convincing you to play dolphins and mermaids with her. Afterwards she lets you rest your chin on her shoulder while she swims laps in the pool. When the afternoon heat hits its peak, she pulls you onto the floating daybed in the center of the water, wrapping her arms around you while the gentle ripples lull you both into a two-hour nap.

By the time the sun begins to deep below the horizon, painting the Caribbean sky in deep indigo and burnt orange, you are sun-kissed and utterly content.

Later that night, the ocean breeze is cool against the open balcony doors. You are sitting on the edge of the bed, freshly showered, wearing one of Alexia’s soft oversized shirts, idly scrolling through your phone just to have something to read.

The bedroom door opens, and Alexia walks in.

She carries her leather travel bag, the one she insists on bringing on every trip, and sets it down on the bench at the fot of the bed.

“You survived a whole day without paper,” she murmurs, her eyes sparkling with pride as she unzips the side pocket. “I  am very proud of you.”

“My brain feels strangely empty. It’s unnatural.”

“Well, we cannot have you suffering on the flight back tomorrow.”

She reaches into the bag, drawing out a thick, heavy object, and drops it gently into your lap.

You look down at it. It is a brand new copy of a highly anticipated new release, a novel you had mentioned in one of your posts weeks before the trip even started. It is pristine and completely in English.

Your jaw drops. You look from the heavy paperback up to Alexia, who is standing over you with her hands tucked casually into her pocket, trying, and failing, to hide a proud smile.

“How… where did you get this?”

“I bought it at the airport before we left,” Alexia confesses, a soft flush creeping up her neck. “I know how fast you turn the pages, amor. I knew if I gave it to you on day one, you would ignore me until you finish it.”

You stare at her, completely speechless. The woman who had spent the entire week dramatically complaining and teasing you about your reading habit, had secretly packed a 500-page backup plan just so you wouldn’t go a single night feeling empty.

“You are incredible,” you whisper, the warmth in your chest swelling so suddenly it makes your throat feel tight.

Alexia chuckles softly, stepping closer until her knees press against the edge of the mattress. “I am just observant.”

You grab her waist, pulling her down onto the bed with you. Alexia lets out a quiet breath as she settles beside you, immediately wrapping her arms around you and pulling you flush against her side.

“Can I read the first chapter?” you whisper against her jawline, holding the book up in one hand while resting your head against her shoulder.

Alexia lets out a content sigh, pressing a lingering kiss directly to your temple, her thumb tracing slow circles over your hip.

“Yes, mi vida,” her grip on you tightening. “Read your chapter. I’ll stay right here.”

xxx

"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 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 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