(+18) settlement - alexia putellas

Summary: Your Mexico vacation with Alexia turns into a disaster, and it's all her fault - but Alexia is very good at apologies. wink wink. 

Word count: 7k 

Warnings: (+18) oral, fingering (all r receiving) and oh god somebody forgot to pack the strap !! 

A/n: I've been sitting in front of my computer for like 11 hours writing this, so pls give her some loving.

..

A good girlfriend.

That's what you were. Excellent and exceptional were also adjectives that could be used to describe you and your wag duties (that you took very seriously).

It was Euros summer and you had packed a suitcase and moved into one of the Switzerland hotels to be at Alexia's side; to be there when she needed you, to support her during losses and victories.

You worked with sports law, so you spent most of your day on your computer inside the hotel room or in random cafés around the city, just dealing with bureaucratic work while Alexia was at training.

This time around, the federation didn't allow the players to stay in different hotels, and also didn't allow them to sleep outside of their designated rooms.

They had a schedule and a curfew that they had to follow, which Alexia asked if it was even legal. It was.

So the expectation of seeing Alexia every day was quickly reduced to only seeing her for two days a week, on her days off.

Whenever you two met, it was incredible.

Alexia, though, felt guilty. You could see the way her bottom lip stuck out just a little while she would wrap her arms around you.

"Perdón, mi amor," she would whisper to you, the first thing she always said.

But again, you were a good wag.

You were patient and understanding. The Euros weren't a summer trip for you, just as much as it wasn't for Alexia.

It was work, and work needed to be taken seriously, although you wished Alexia didn't take it so seriously.

You loved sex. Needed it even.

Your love language was physical touch. There was no better way to make you feel loved than having Alexia kissing you, or cuddling, it didn't even need to be sexual.

But Spain's team routine was completely ruining it.

Even on her day off, Alexia's body stayed hyper-vigilant about her responsibilities as a player and captain, and her mind refused to shut down.

Alexia loved to sleep, but she wasn't even able to do that when she was with you. She would spend the whole night lying awake, thinking about god knows what, because she wouldn't tell you.

Yes, you tried to pry it out of her. But she was determined to keep it all in, so it didn't work.

Physically tired and emotionally tired were a combo that screamed 'no sex'. And that's what happened night after night.

During the month of the Euros, if you and Alexia had sex more than once, you were already stretching it.

She was drained most of the time. One week, you both got your periods and were cranky as hell. The rest of the Euros were taken up by the semi-finals and finals, in which Alexia was a bundle of nerves.

The lack of sex was physically affecting you.

But you didn't tell that to Alexia, you knew it was affecting her just as much. She just didn't have any fault in her sex drive, not when she was playing in such a big competition.

You thought that, maybe, after the Euros came to an end, everything would go back to normal. That everything would be better, that Spain would win the final, and Alexia would be more relaxed, happy.

But that didn't happen.

You spent three whole days with Alexia wrapped in your arms in your hotel, trying to make her feel better, or... well, just being a shoulder she could cry on.

She had a fair share of big losses in a very short period of time, so this one stung even more. They had been so painfully close.

You spent the nights together, kissing her forehead and letting her sleep on top of you as long as she wanted.

Alexia wasn't the type of person to allow herself to be looked after, to be taken care of. So you were (bittersweetly) glad that she was letting you tuck her in at night, letting you brush her hair and whisper sweet things in her ear before falling asleep.

You ludicrously thought that when the wound of the loss felt less raw, you and Alexia would be back to the little routine you always had back in Barcelona.

But no.

On the fourth day after the loss, you had woken up to Alexia standing on the side of the bed.

You narrowed your eyes, thinking you were still asleep, dreaming because Alexia was never the first one up; she was sleepy. If she allowed herself to, she would always be the last one to open her eyes.

So what was she doing awake? And why did she look so perfect?

You looked to your side, to the alarm clock on the bedside table: 6:43 in the morning.

Alexia's hair was a mess, and her face had pillow marks on it. She was only wearing a big, oversized shirt, with nothing to cover up her legs; her thighs looked delicious. Absolutely luscious.

She was on the phone, talking in her professional voice that made you press your thighs together.

You stayed still (again, very patient, very considerate) on the bed, waiting for her to finish whatever conversation she was having.

When she was done, you were ready to tell her some of your very inappropriate thoughts. But then, she looked at you with such a sweet smile that you felt ashamed to be so horny at such an early hour.

"Bebé!" she said happily, crawling back in bed with you, stopping right in front of your body, on her knees, as she cupped your jaw.

You looked at her, a mix of confusion and the familiar happiness that came with someone you loved being happy, not mattering the motive.

"—we're going to México!" she continued, looking down at you, waiting for a reaction. Her smile grew bigger when you beamed back at her.

"What? Really? Why?" you mirrored her, and got on your knees on the mattress as well. "Wait...when? Are we stopping back at home first? God, I don't think I have enough clothes..." you began murmuring to yourself.

Alexia just looked at you, the same enamoured expression she always wore whenever her eyes landed on you.

"Sí," she said, kissing your lips gently. God, you missed her kisses. "We'll stop at home first, but don't worry about clothing. We can buy some when we get there."

You wanted to kiss her even harder.

You loved Alexia for who she was and what she represented for the people in her life.

But oh, whenever she used the 'I'm rich, don't worry about a thing' tone, it made you want to bite her (affectionately and sexually, too).

"But why are we going to Mexico?" you asked, finally pushing your obscene thoughts aside and making room for the rational ones. "Is it like a vacation? A getaway? I don't remember seeing any Mexico trips in our shared agenda?"

"More than eleven is opening another centre in Mexico City, remember?" she explained. "I'm going for the opening."

"Oh! yeah, of course I remember." You clapped your hands in excitement. "Yay! hat's amazing, Ale! I thought it wasn't happening until the end of august, though?"

"It was supposed to happen at the end of august —," she said with a little shrug. "But we got extra sponsorship, so everything moved faster than planned. I was just on the phone with Mirela, she told me everything is ready now."

You couldn't contain yourself.

You wrapped your arms around Alexia's body and brought her close, making you two stumble down on the mattress, Alexia on top of you.

You kissed her cheek. Then her nose. Her cheeks were next.

"How long will we stay there?" you asked.

God, you could already plan everything you and Alexia were going to do.

First, work, of course. Alexia had responsibilities she had to tend to, and you had a rather difficult case in your hands right now, but after that was over, you and Alexia could go to so many restaurants, visit new places, see beautiful scenery, and so much more.

"Hmm," Alexia murmured while you kissed your lips, bringing you back to the present. "I need to be there for two days, but we can add three more days?"

You nodded, feeling on cloud nine.

"Maybe, two days for the foundation, and the other three for you, mami, and some friends I want to visit?" she continued.

You froze, and Alexia noticed.

Mami and friends?

You tried to get your composure back.

Tried to make it like it didn't bother you. That you hadn't already created a whole plan about how you and Alexia (alone) were going to have the best time ever in Mexico.

"What's wrong, bebé?" Alexia asked, holding herself on her elbows so she could look at your face properly.

"Nothing," you lied. "Nothing, just thinking about the trip, how many flight hours and.... we need to book a hotel and maybe..."

Alexia kissed your forehead. "You think too much. The people in the foundation already got everything ready, sí? You don't worry."

"Okay, then," you said, but the pressure on your chest stayed the same, and it wasn't caused by Alexia's rib cage being pressed down on you.

"Get up," she said after a few moments in silence, leaving the bed and going straight to her suitcase.

"What?" you said. "No! The sun is barely out in the sky!"

Alexia looked at you, lifting her eyebrows and walking to the curtain, opening it and seeing the rays of sunshine filling the room.

"The sun is very much in the sky, preciosa."

"Pull the curtains closed again, Alexia," you said grumpily, pulling the blanket so it was over your face.

Ugh, so much sun so early couldn't be healthy (you knew it was, indeed, very healthy).

"No," she said, beginning to pick up clothes and other belongings from the floor. "Our flight back to Barcelona is this afternoon, we need to pack everything."

"Mhm," you grumbled, face still hidden under the blanket.

You noticed a shift on the bed. You poked one (just one) eye out to see what she was doing.

Alexia was staring at you, smiling. "If you get up now, we'll stop at that little café you liked and get some hot chocolate."

"You can't do that." You narrowed your eyes. "That's bribery."

"It's not," she said, lifting her chin and shaking her head.

"It is," you told her again. "I'm the one who went to law school here."

"Well—" Alexia leaned over and kissed your lips, making you absolutely melt. "You can talk all you want about... law and stuff while we are on our plane, sí? Now get up, I want to have a proper breakfast."

You got up from the bed, daydreaming about the café you were going to.

You were sure that was bribery. A bribe is giving a payment or gift to someone in order to influence their decisions or actions in their official duties.

Your duty, right now, was wag. And Alexia was being corruptive.

You were very easily influenced, so you didn't mind. You were going to hold her to that hot chocolate, though.

..

It was the second day of your Mexico trip, and everything was unfortunately going according to Alexia's work agenda.

She spent the two whole days at the foundation, talking to the staff there, getting to know the young girls, doing media work for the sponsors, as well as taking a bit of her time to talk to fans.

Alexia was exhausted already, but she didn't let it show when she was giving interviews or when she was having conversations with people at the foundation.

She meant it when she said More than Eleven wasn't just a job for her, it was a passion she had, one that she cared for a lot, one that was very important to her.

But even when you loved something dearly, you could still be tired.

During the first night, you, Alexia, her mom, and a few friends went out for dinner.

As soon as you and Alexia got to the hotel room, you had a plan of kissing her neck tenderly until she was at your mercy.

She wouldn't have to do anything, really, just lie there looking pretty while you made her relax, while you gave her orgasms. But as soon as her back hit the mattress, she fell asleep.

It happened so fast that your brain had a hard time comprehending it. You sighed and watched her, a sad smile on your face.

Poor girl was tired, and her mom was just in the room next door. Maybe she really wasn't in the mood for sex.

Maybe things would be different the next day?

..

Well, of course they weren't.

You spent the morning with Alexia at More than Eleven, then you spent the whole afternoon with her mom, exploring the city and having ice cream while Alexia had meetings.

You had been praying for a miracle since the moment you got to the hotel that evening. Praying that Alexia wasn't too tired, praying that she would want you.

In the end, she did want you.

She was the one who initiated things, who wrapped her arms around you as soon as you got to the hotel room.

She held your waist, bringing your bodies closer until your pelvises were touching.

"Guapa," she murmured in your ear, biting into your earlobe. "I've missed you, you know?"

"Missed you too," you said back, tilting your neck as she licked a path from your chest to the top of your neck, stopping right at your jugular. "A lot, Ale."

"Sí?" Alexia smirked. "Let me see if you really missed me, then."

You parted your legs as Alexia's hand went under your pants, touching your underwear before pulling it to the side, touching your cunt for what felt like the first time in god knows how long.

You moaned.

It didn't need much to make you grind against Alexia's fingers. Her hands were big, her fingers so long, you missed them touching you. Missed having her at your neck, complimenting you.

"So wet, preciosa," she said. "I haven't been treating you right. Poor bebé."

"Ale," you pouted, looking up at her, moving your hips.

You were ready to beg her, ready to get on your knees and ask her very obediently to please fuck you.

But the goddess of sex wasn't on your side.

Alexia's mom knocked on the door once before bursting into your room.

Alexia let out a high-pitched scream before taking her hands from between your thighs and landing 4 steps away from you. As if you were teenagers who were caught doing something they shouldn't be doing.

Alexia's cheeks were burning as she looked at her mom.

Eli looked at you two back, eyes narrowed.

You quickly turned around, trying desperately to fix your pants; your zipper was definitely down, and you might or might not have a love bite.

"Mami," Alexia said out of breath, putting her hands behind her back, before letting go and holding them again, clearly nervous. "Hi!"

Eli had the same flush on her cheeks as Alexia. You wanted to find a hole to stick your head in.

Getting caught while making out wasn't part of any of your sexy ideas for Mexico.

Maybe this whole trip was going to be a disaster.

"P-perdón, niñas," Eli said. She looked terrified, as if she had been to war and had come back. "I didn't mean to—"

"No, of course not, mami, it's—"

"The door was slightly open, so I thought—"

"We were just hugging—"

You gave Alexia a side eye.

"I shouldn't have gotten in without waiting for a response and—"

"Mami, it's okay and—"

"Eli!" you said happily, trying to gain your dignity back, trying to end this rather awful conversation between mother and daughter.

"I forgot to lock the door, don't worry about it." you took a step closer, hoping Alexia hadn't marked your neck too much. "Is there anything you need?"

You used the same voice you used in court.

One that left no room for someone to do something other than just answer your question. One that was confident enough, one that wasn't scared or well... mortified.

Eli held her towel and change of clothes a little higher, as if to make a point. "There's no hot water in my shower. Can I use yours, por favor?"

This time, Alexia was the one who replied.

"Sí, mami, claro que sí." [yes, mami, of course]

Then she pointed at the bathroom, and Eli walked in, closing the door behind her.

Alexia sat on the bed, hiding her face between her palms. "She saw me with my hands inside your pants."

You sat by her side, wrapping one arm around her shoulder.

"She saw me almost being fingered by her daughter," you said, in the same tone.

Alexia looked up at you, pouting. "You aren't helping."

"I didn't say I was trying to help you."

"You left the door open," she said grumpily.

"I barely had a chance to close it," you argued. "You were already all over me."

"That's not a good excuse," she murmured, but let herself be pulled into you.

"It's what happened, though," you kissed her temple. "Think of it this way: she must be more embarrassed than either of us."

"That's also not helping," she said against your shoulder.

"Not trying to help," you repeated again. "Let me guess... mood ruined?"

"Sí," Alexia said in a sad voice. "Perdón, I know you want it."

"No need to say sorry," you told her, hearing the shower turn on in the bathroom. "We can go out tonight, see some new places, bring your mom along, make up for it?"

"I think there's no making up for it," Alexia said hopelessly.

"I think you're being dramatic."

"No soy dramática."

"Tú eres."

"No."

"Muy, muy dramática," you said, kissing her cheek with each word.

..

Alexia was right.

Maybe there was no making up for it.

You had a very strong feeling that Eli only accepted your invite to go have dinner with you two because she suffered from the same disease as her daughter: the inability to say no to you.

Eli wasn't able to hold a proper conversation.

Alexia physically couldn't hold eye contact with her mom.

And you, well, you were trying to make it less awkward, but you still hadn't gained the ability to erase someone's memory or change the past.

So you welcomed the awkwardness with a warm hug.

While Eli and Alexia stammered while trying to talk about the weather, you already had your eyes fixed on what you were going to order.

It was expensive, but money was something you stopped caring about a long time ago.

Alexia kept her eyes on the table, suddenly mesmerised by the napkins.

Eli kept blushing every time Alexia shifted in her chair or you so much as cleared your throat, as if any sound you made might drag her straight back to the memory.

None of them seemed to realise that you were the one who had lost your decency over Alexia's evil (and skilful) hands and Eli's impatient eyes.

And yet, you were the one handling this situation with far more grace than any Putellas ever could.

You only had a few days left in Mexico, but you were pretty sure no memory would top the experience of getting caught by your mother-in-law. Which was, honestly, quite pathetic.

People had promised you your twenties would be magical years.

You realised you were lied to a lot.

..

"It can't get worse than this," you murmured in Alexia's ear as you two went to bed that same night, wearing way too much clothing, in your opinion. "So don't worry, tomorrow's gonna be a better day."

"You don't know that," Alexia murmured back, eyes already closed.

She smelled of strawberry shampoo, the one she pretended not to steal from you every two days.

"I know a lot of things," you said, starting to feel sleep take over. "Your mom's going back to Barcelona, so no more intruding in our room. Your agenda is completely empty, mine too."

"Still a lot could happen," she grumbled, voice filled with sleep.

"I didn't remember you were so pessimistic," you felt her bringing you closer, her arm wrapping around your ribcage as her hand, so softly, landed under your shirt, right on one of your breasts.

"Murphy's law," Alexia mumbled, squeezing your breast, as if it was going to give her comfort.

"Murphy's law?" you repeated frowning. "I don't remember any 'Murphy's law' in the legal code."

Alexia waved her free hand lazily. "No, preciosa, no lawyer's law. Physics law."

You were confused, but also too tired to speak.

"If something can go wrong--" Alexia murmured, explaining your unasked question. "--it will go wrong,

You looked down at her, where her head was lying on your shoulder. "You're such a delight to be around."

"Thanks, mi amor," Alexia said, clearly not understanding your sarcasm, but giving your breast another squeeze for emphasis. "You too, muy comfy."

..

"Nurse, I do not know her," you said, lying in your hospital bed, pointing an accusatory finger at Alexia.

Of course, you ended up in a hospital bed.

Murphy's law, or whatever new shit Alexia had invented in her mind, was actually real.

Of course you had twisted your ankle after Alexia had dragged you to one of her morning runs.

You had told her (five times) that you didn't want to go on a run, that you couldn't see why she needed to be physically active while on a vacation slash getaway slash work trip slash the-worst-five-days-of-your-life.

Alexia was looking at you, hurt, in the doorway of the hospital room. She was holding flowers. Red dahlias, the national flowers of Mexico.

Suddenly, you hated red dahlias. You hated flowers. You hated Mexico. And you hated Alexia.

The nurse looked at you before looking at Alexia suspiciously.

"Strangers can't get into patients' rooms, miss," the nurse told her, as if she were ready to fight Alexia with gauze and saline solution.

"No soy 'stranger,' " Alexia said, completely offended, sadness washing over her face. "Soy su novia!"

The nurse turned to you again. "Is that true, chica?"

You closed your eyes, lifting your chin and crossing your arms.

Your ankle was swollen and red. The doctor had come and told you you only needed to be in the hospital for a few hours.

That you wouldn't even need to wear a boot or use crutches, it was just a small rupture that would fix itself in 24 hours.

Still, it would be the worst twenty-four hours of your whole life.

"I'll ask you to wait outside, miss," the nurse said finally, after you didn't say anything back.

"But—" Alexia tried, but the 50-year-old nurse was stronger than a European footballer.

You watched her go happily.

Really, you weren't one for vengeance. But you had told her that you wanted to rest, you wanted to chill. Not go out on a run that turned into a hike on a path neither you nor Alexia knew.

You told her you shouldn't get onto the path.

That it was dangerous, none of you were wearing proper clothing, and you were wearing your good Nike shoes. You didn't want them to get dirty!

Alexia didn't listen to you. She went anyway, and you only followed.

After three hours walking, you had had enough.

You threw your water bottle to the ground while declaring you were leaving the path to go back to the hotel.

Alexia argued, saying she wanted to finish the hike.

You ignored her and made your own way down. But Alexia was insufferable; she tried to get to you, and when she held your forearm, you lost your balance and slipped on one of the rocks.

You were so incredibly sweaty that her grip got loose. You tumbled down.

There was dirt everywhere.

And your Nike shoes. Your beautiful, beloved, limited edition Nike shoes were ruined. No washing machine would bring them back to their original colour.

You cursed under your breath, as Alexia quickly ran to you, mumbling a mix of 'sorry' and 'are you okay?'.

You let go of her hand when she tried to put you on your feet, and that's when you felt your ankle.

You had no other choice but to let Alexia carry you to the closest hospital.

And now you were here, in what seemed to be the plot of a comedy movie; a plot that was only fun to those watching, not to those living it.

It had been thirty minutes since Alexia had tried to get into your room.

Thirty minutes since you pretended not to know her.

But now, you were feeling your eyes filling with tears, and you didn't want to cry in a foreign country alone.

You pressed the button under the hospital bed and asked the nurse to bring Alexia back, wishing that she would still be in the hospital, waiting for you.

But she was, of course, she was.

She showed up, flowers still in hand. She approached you slowly, as if she wasn't sure if you called her so you could curse her again or because you needed a hug.

You did both.

"Idiota," you mumbled, bottom lip out, as you stretched your arms. "Idiota, idiota, idiota."

Alexia put the flowers on the table on the other side of the room before sitting on the bed next to you.

She hugged you, letting your head rest on her shoulder, her hair tickling your nose. You hated it. You didn't want to laugh.

"Soy la mayor idiota del mundo", Alexia agreed with you. "Perdón, mi vida." [I'm the biggest idiot in the world]

"I don't forgive you," you said, feeling her familiar scent, feeling at home, even in the hospital room, even in a foreign country.

"Okay, you don't need to," she said, kissing your temple and cleaning your cheek of tears. "I've talked to your doctor. He said you can leave in three hours."

"I wanna leave now," you said, your tears still running down your face. "This hospital room is ugly, it's making me sadder than I am."

"Three hours, bebé," Alexia said, giving you a sad smile. "I'll buy paint to make this room pretty, just like you are."

You knew she would.

..

When Alexia brought you to the hotel room, you were already calm again, feeling like your normal self.

You had partially forgiven Alexia because she was a sweetheart and had stopped at a Burger King drive-through and got you everything you wanted to eat.

Alexia was acting like a puppy, a very guilty puppy.

She didn't let you walk on your own; her hand stayed perfectly on your waist, letting you put part of your weight into her.

It seemed like the additional weight was nothing to Alexia, she kept walking, her posture as straight as ever.

She drew a bath for you, undressing you carefully and helping you inside.

You didn't say much when she scrubbed your back or when she washed your hair.

She was already forgiven, but she didn't need to know that yet. You let her kiss the back of your neck, betting that her lips tasted like soap now.

You let her take your hand into her own, massaging each knuckle.

You let her wrap you in a fluffy towel and dry you until there were no drops of water on your body - the ones the towel missed, she made sure to lick up.

You were guided to your bed, naked now, the towel left in the bathroom. She claimed you wouldn't need it. And you smiled.

No words had left your mouth yet.

Alexia liked your voice. That was her punishment.

She laid you down on the unmade bed, lying on top of you with, again, too much clothing. She was smiling at you, but it wasn't one of her over-confident smirks.

It was the one she wore when she wanted to make things better. When she knew she had messed up.

She cupped your cheek, keeping your face in place as she kissed you.

It was sweet, so sweet you felt like melting into the sheets.

So tender you thought of making Mexico your home, because that kiss couldn't just become an old vacation memory.

She slipped her tongue into your mouth, hand firm on your jaw, but let you dictate the pace of the kiss. How wet you wanted it to be, how fast, how deep.

In the end, you didn't want to dictate anything. Didn't want to think. You let her do whatever she wanted with you.

She kissed your shoulder blade, then your clavicle, before stopping at your hardened nipples, each kiss came with a whispered 'perdón'.

She trailed down, doing the same thing with your abdomen. She stopped at your navel. And that's when she looked up at you.

"Puedo, mi amor?" she asked, her hazel eyes wide. [May I, love?]

You nodded.

She parted your legs, holding each of your thighs down to the mattress, as if scared you would move and take away her beautiful view.

Her gaze was fixated on your core, on how wet you were, how glistening you were just for her eyes. She kissed right on top of your clit, once, then twice.

She kissed the inside of your thigh, your birthmark that she loved so much.

She stuck her tongue out and licked you carefully and deliberately. Like she had done it so many times, which she had, but not in Mexico, though.

Not when you were mad, not when you weren't complimenting and guiding her through it, so you valued her courage.

Her tongue was warm and wet, it rubbed against your folds as if it knew you from past lives. It probably had.

Your spine arched, and your heart rammed.

You cried out when she latched onto your clit and didn't let go until you had drenched her whole face.

You whined, trying to move your thighs from her strong grip, but she kept you in place, mouth still on you.

Savouring what was hers, apologising to you properly.

You came three times. At least that's what you counted. At least it was what you remembered.

Alexia's tongue was good enough that it made you forget the whole hiking incident - maybe Alexia was the one who had developed a special power of erasing people's memories.

She had certainly erased yours.

You didn't remember where you were, the bed was too stiff on your back, and the pillow wasn't fluffy like yours.

You weren't in your shared room, and you weren't in Barcelona. The air here was different.

You opened your eyes, and she was looking at you, completely devoted. You thought she might create a new religion soon, alongside her physics laws.

"I was waiting a long time for that," was the first thing you said since getting home from the hospital.

Alexia chuckled and kissed your lips as if she couldn't help herself. You thought she really couldn't, not with the way her lips stayed on yours for longer than necessary, long enough for you to taste yourself on her tongue.

"Te amo," she said, kissing your forehead and letting herself lie by your side, bringing the blanket to cover both of you. "Te amo, te amo."

You said it back, very tenderly.

Your eyes were heavy, though, and you wanted to sleep.

"Don't ever talk to me about laws that aren't in the Spanish constitution ever again" you said. "No more made-up laws, too."

She kissed your temple. "Murphy's law is a real thing, I didn't invent it."

"You did," you whispered stubbornly.

"I didn't."

"Do you want to be right, or to have company for the rest of this trip, Alexia?"

She stayed quiet until you two fell asleep.

..

You woke up in a very good mood, maybe because Alexia had found her way between your thighs once again.

You smiled to yourself, your hands in Alexia's hair, grabbing it gently.

You were being vocal now, just like Alexia liked it, murmuring compliments, telling her how much you missed this.

How much you missed being intimate with her. How w much you missed her attention on you and only you.

Although when you said you missed something else, Alexia completely froze between your thighs.

"I missed your strap," you said after your orgasm, mind still dizzy, but sure of what you wanted.

She was still tasting you, but her body went rigid. You opened your eyes and looked down at your body.

She had taken her mouth off of you and was looking at you with the same eyes as yesterday. Guilty.

You were a lawyer, you knew in your soul when somebody was guilty.

You pulled your thighs together and sat on the bed, looking at Alexia up and down, trying to figure out what she was hiding.

Alexia mirrored you.

She sat on her ankles, but she was looking anywhere but at you.

You hoped Alexia never did anything illegal, or else, she wouldn't be able to defend herself even if it cost her life.

"Alexia," you said dangerously slowly, completely calm. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

She opened her mouth, then closed it. "No, mi amor," she said, nodding solemnly. "Let me finish--"

She tried to part your thighs, tried to distract you from the argument that was coming, but you slapped her hand away, and she looked at you with a pout on her face.

You didn't say anything when you made your way to the suitcases.

The suitcases Alexia had, very annoyingly, asked to pack herself, since you were the one who packed the suitcases for Switzerland.

You opened one and began rummaging.

"What are you doing?" Alexia asked from the bed.

"Looking for the strap," you said dryly. "Because I'm sure you've packed it because I had told you to do it three times when we were back in Barcelona, and all the time your answer was 'vale, vale, of course I've packed it.'"

You put the open suitcase aside and went to the other one, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. You did the same thing, looking for the god-forsaken strap.

Because no way in hell your life was so fucking miserable that your mother-in-law had caught her daughter fingering you, the same week you twisted your ankle, and your girlfriend forgot to pack the strap.

No fucking way that was your life now.

The strap was the most important item of this vacation (behind the passport), and oh, your Nike shoes, too.

"Perdón," she said quickly, guiltily.

You turned your head mechanically at her. "Alexia."

"I'm sorry, sí?" she began rambling, getting up from the bed and kneeling in front of you, taking your hands into her own.

You were so devastated that you let her.

The strap. Your so beloved strap. In Barcelona. All alone.

You wanted to cry. So you did.

Alexia stared at you, startled. Unmoving. She didn't know what to do, and neither did you.

You took your hands from her and placed them on your face, letting the tears fall.

She had one job. One fucking job.

"Mi amor," Alexia said, getting closer to you, unsure, scared that you might bite her. You might.

"Are you crying because I forgot the strap...?"

You snapped your palms down to your legs, looking at her angrily.

"O-of course I am!" you said, hating yourself for stammering. "I've waited for you to use the strap on me for months.

"And I get not taking it with you for the Euros," you continued, "but you didn't pack it for our vacation? Our vacation?"

"I forgot!" Alexia said exasperatedly. "Bebé, perdón! I forgot, I didn't mean to."

"You are a monster," you said, getting up from the floor and falling face-first on the bed.

The vacation had been a disaster so far.

You were sure getting strapped was going to make it all better. But now, this trip was a complete lost cause.

You heard her saying something like 'madre mía,' but it sounded muffled because of the pillows.

The bed shifted under her weight as she sat on the mattress.

Alexia placed a warm hand on your back at the bottom of your spine.

You wanted to slap it away, too, but you wouldn't have the strength to turn your arm quickly enough at that angle, and you wanted it to sting.

"Do you want me to go buy one?" Alexia asked after a few seconds of silence, with only small sobs filling the room.

"And have people seeing Alexia Putellas going to a sex shop to buy a strap?" you said angrily. "No! Of course not!"

"I could wear a cap and sunglasses," she tried again. "Put my hair up? Sí? Use another nation's jersey and—"

"I don't want any other," you interrupted her. "I want our strap."

Alexia was silent, but the hand on your back didn't falter. She leaned and kissed your head. "Perdón, I'll make it better, sí?"

"How?" you asked, bitter, but didn't fight her when she took your shirt off, or when she took your pants and let them fall to the floor.

"Are you going to Barcelona to get the strap and come back?"

"Ay, qué enfadadita, bebé", Alexia said as she turned you over, so you were lying on your back, eyes narrowed, angry. [so angry, baby]

"I'll make it better," she said, kissing your cheek. "With my fingers."

"You like my fingers, don't you?" she said while parting your legs, letting one of her fingertips run up and down your folds, getting you wet.

"No," you said, but let her spread your legs even more.

"Don't lie, preciosa," she said, leaning over and kissing your lips, as her thumb found its way to your clit.

You moaned in her mouth.

You wanted to stay angry, but she was so good. Especially when her index finger made its home in your cunt. You moved your hips, wanting more.

"Your fingers aren't like the strap, though," you said, trying to be stubborn, to give her a hard time, trying to show her who was in control.

But it was her. It was always her.

You rolled your eyes when she added another finger, thrusting them inside your wet hole before adding the third.

You were so full.

Alexia's fingers were so long, they filled you perfectly. They hit every erogenous spot inside your body. You were blessed to have hands like hers. Truly blessed.

"They are better," Alexia said with a smirk. "Much better than any strap, bebé."

She picked up her pace, and you rolled your eyes again. Fuck Alexia. Fuck Alexia and her blessed, skilful, long fingers.

"Because with them—" she curled her fingers, just the way you liked it, just the way you needed. "I can feel how wet you are, I can feel how you pulse around me. How much you need me."

You were a mess of words, a mess of thoughts.

Alexia kissed your neck, took a bite of every skin she could put her mouth on.

Her fingers, so deeply inside of you, brought you into an orgasm, one that you weren't going to admit, but was one of the best you've ever had.

She didn't let you get your breath back.

She kissed your mouth so deeply that you thought you had morphed into her.

Her fingers moved inside of you, slowly now, but more determined.

You came again, cursing Alexia, praising her, telling her how much you loved her. She smiled against your lips, and (against your will) took her fingers out.

"Open it," she said.

"No," you told her, mouth already open, tongue out, eager.

She placed her three soaked fingers inside, watching you sucking them clean, feeling you wrapping your tongue around them, tasting yourself, getting her clean.

She watched you with an expression that could be read as pride. Or something else entirely.

She took her fingers out, ignoring the way you whined. She was lying on top of you now, her thigh pressed to your core.

She knew what she was doing.

Mastermind of a woman.

"Can we agree that this whole trip wasn't how we planned?" she said, her voice soft, gentle, even.

You nodded.

"That I acted like an idiot more times than I can count?" Her thumb brushed your cheek, and you leaned into her touch.

You nodded once again.

"That I made you cry more times here in a week in Mexico than in three years in Barcelona?"

That made you chuckle.

"I make mistakes," Alexia said, kissing your forehead. "But I also try to make it better, sí?"

"Sí," you whispered eagerly.

"The vacation is not ruined, vale?" she said, looking at you with so much love. "I'll make the most of it, and you'll be happy. Te prometo."

"I'm already happy, bebé." You kissed her this time, hand on her neck. "

"Sí?" Alexia smiled, the overconfident smirk returned to her face. "So...forgiven?"

"Hmm," you pretended to think about it. "I don't know. The strap situation is pretty serious."

"What can I do to earn your forgiveness?" she asked, kissing your jaw.

"Well," you said, trying to keep a straight face. "I want room service. The most expensive thing on the menu. And you're paying."

"I'm pretty sure that's extortion," she said, lifting her eyebrows. "Plus, I'm always paying."

"As the only lawyer in this room," you said. "I call it a settlement."

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A/n: heheheh i hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it