(+18) heavy waters - Alexia Putellas

☆ Summary: After snapping at everyone at training, you finally push Ale too far. She steps into captain mode and calls you out. By the end, you open up to her, and all the tension turns into comfort.

☆ Word Count: 11.4k

☆ Warnings: (+18) SMUT • fingering • oral (all receiving) • angst

☆ A/n: I've been working on this one for about two weeks! I really wanted to add some smut, but in the end, I felt like it felt a bit disconnected from the story? Either way, I hope you guys enjoy it!

..

The alarm went off at its usual time: six am sharp, followed by that familiar and annoying noise that (usually) you were happy to hear. The alarm meant a brand new day was about to start. However, the day didn't feel happy, nor did it feel bright.

The house sparrows weren't singing their usual chorus; the bright, restless Catalunya sun that usually flooded your room with warm light was hidden behind heavy and grey clouds that only intensified your bad mood.

No wonder the birds didn't come out to sing today. You wouldn't be opening your eyes if it weren't to fulfil your responsibilities for the day.

You look to the left side of the mattress, rubbing your face from sleep.

Alexia had moved several inches to the far left; her torso was touching the other side of the bed, and her arm was stretched out, touching your body.

The soft press of Alexia's arm on your abdomen was an acquainted feeling you had been trained to anticipate every time you woke up, though today was different. Today Alexia's limb weighed down on your belly, and it was like her skin was nonnative to your body.

You frowned at the distance, eyes barely making out her figure through your tired eyelids.

Given how far she was, it was like Alexia didn't want to cuddle with you, which was a small (but perceived) rejection that felt huge in such a big, dimly lit room in the middle of autumn.

You concluded that this was why you had such a bad night of sleep: Alexia didn't cuddle up with you properly. She was the one to blame.

You sighed, bringing your hands to your face. You could feel that familiar heaviness in your lower abdomen, that uncomfortable ache that made everything feel just slightly wrong. You had barely woken up, but your body already felt tender and just...off, as if it had decided to stop functioning correctly somewhere in the middle of the night, leaving you to deal with the aftermath.

The alarm kept ringing, and the sound in your ears felt like a deep, personal insult to your well-being - and to your tympanum. You slapped your hand on the phone, hitting the turn off button with so much force that it left a faint stain of your thumb on it.

"Buenos días, amor," Alexia murmured beside you, her voice thick with deep sleep. Deep sleep that you clearly hadn't achieved, even after spending nine hours in bed.

Ale shifted, reaching lazily for you. Her hand was soft on your belly, ready to brush her index fingers through your torso. Up and down. Naval and then sternum. You knew her routine by heart.

But on that Wednesday morning, her featherlike touch felt harsh and inconvenient, just like the sound of her breathing. Just like the insufferable headache forming at the back of the skull, just like the well-known cramps throbbing your entire pelvic area.

The light pressure of her hand against your sensitive lower abdomen was enough to make the ache - the cramp - intensify. You instantly flinched, and Alexia noticed.

"What's wro-"

"Morning," you muttered, interrupting her, the word flat, almost like a bark.

It wasn't a good morning, and you surely didn't have the energy to pretend it was. You threw the covers off your body aggressively and headed straight to the bathroom without a glance back, completely skipping your habit of lingering in bed with Alexia for a good morning kiss and exchange of sweet words.

Alexia only watched, confused, as the bathroom door clicked shut.

Her eyes fell to your spot on the bed. Her hand was still on the mattress, where you were lying minutes ago. The brunette slowly withdrew her hand, a mix of hurt and confusion crossing her face.

The smile that once adorned her face gave way to a pout. You would have kissed that pout away in a heartbeat, but you were now locked in the bathroom, leaving Alexia all alone to fend for herself in the suddenly cold and unbearably lonely morning.

Alexia required her good morning kisses to start the day right, okay? She wasn't being dramatic. Your kisses were a pure, physiological necessity that her body demanded. It released all types of nice hormones in her bloodstream that made her feel good.

"Oh yeah! I sure slept well, amor," Alexia grumbled to herself, mockingly imitating the dialogue that you usually hold while lazily cuddling with her. "I hope you also had a good night of sleep, bebé! I love sleeping next to you, too!"

Alexia sat up and ran her hands through her messy bed hair, the pout holding strong on her face as she heard noises coming from the bathroom.

"Fucking hell!"

"Stupid drawer!"

...well, given the way you were cursing, you were probably fighting your own hair, or the mess you always left inside the bathroom counter, with all of your skin care products.

Alexia stretched her hands over her head and left the bed, picking up her sleeping shirt from the floor and making her way to the other bathroom, since you clearly had exiled her from the suite you two shared.

As she felt the cold water of the shower running down her back, Alexia began recalling every single interaction you two had held in the last hours.

You were never like this in the morning, so surely it was something she had done to put you in such a foul mood.

But honestly, you two had a very nice evening together yesterday, and she meant take-out, movie night, and sex kind of evening.

Last night, her lips were pressed against yours as you whispered sweet words that felt like prayers; this morning, you were acting like she had insulted you somehow. There was no reason for you to be this grouchy - you were never grouchy after orgasming twice. Alexia took pride in that!

Between the couple, you were the one who woke up chirpy, happy to start the day, while Alexia refused to open her eyes. You always pulled her closer, kissing her eyelids until you met her honeyed hazel eyes.

The absence of your kiss alongside her lack of company in her morning shower felt like an omen, impossible to ignore. A clear sign that this day was going to be a difficult one.

This was only proven to be true during breakfast.

Alexia was making her very green, very healthy (and very horrible) smoothie while you were fighting the pan.

"Stupid eggs," you murmured, shaking your head, clearly displayed. "Where did you buy them, Alexia? Surely not from that farmer's market I asked you to go!"

Your words made Alexia look up from the rim of her glass, a sage kaleidoscope of you forming in front of her irises. Your hair wasn't how you normally styled it, there were faint circles under your eyes, and your training shirt was wrinkled (you only ever wore pristine, well-ironed clothes).

There was something wrong with you, and Alexia wanted to make it better. So that's what she was going to do. She took a sip from her smoothie, cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand and approached you carefully.

"What's wrong with the eggs?" Alexia asked sweetly, looking over her shoulder.

You took a deep breath, as if hearing Alexia's voice was torture. She pretended not to be upset.

"I wanted an omelette!" You said, turning to her, spatula in hand, and for a moment, Alexia genuinely thought she was about to become a victim of a domestic weapon. She smiled weakly and, very gently, took the spatula from your hands and placed it on the counter. "Not scrambled eggs! But look at them!"

Alexia gave you a weary smile, unsure how to deal with you, how to find the right words. The eggs were indeed scrambled, but she didn't understand why you were mad at the eggs.

"Bebe, the eggs hardly have any fault in that, no?" Alexia said slowly, her hand carefully reaching for your waist, with the same tentativeness one steps into the ocean without knowing if the water is too cold or not.

The brunette relaxed when you didn't pull away and continued. "You get scrambled eggs when you keep scrambling them, sí? And omelette- "

"What makes you think I don't know how to make an omelette, Alexia?" You asked slowly, looking up to her, the anger brewing deep in your chest.

You knew you were being unfair.

You knew it wasn't about the eggs or Alexia's tone or anything she had done. But knowing that didn't make it easier to stop. Especially because you've been dreaming about eating the most perfect omelette since last night. And now it was all ruined.

Alexia froze and gulped, the smile disappearing from her face as quickly as it appeared. She hadn't meant to say it as a jab at your culinary skills; it was only a simple statement of fact! You were normally one for facts, so she didn't understand why you seemed so angry at her words.

After a second in silence, seconds that stretched like aeons, Alexia decided to do something. First, she looked at the mess in the pan, then at your rigid face. She felt herself instantly backtrack. She opened her mouth and then decided the smartest option was to keep it closed, but the way you were looking at her, as if demanding an answer, made Alexia put her tongue to good use.

"Oh no, I didn't mean that," she said, nodding her head in hopes you would nod your head along, too. You didn't. "I know you know how to make an om- "

You were circling the counter before Alexia could finish her sentence, leaving her puzzled. The brunette was now face-to-face with the eggs. She grimaced; they didn't look good at all.

"Where are you going?" Alexia asked finally, turning around just in time to catch a glimpse of your body disappearing into the pantry.

You didn't answer her right away; all Alexia heard was the sound of boxes being moved. In less than a minute, you were back with cereal. But not any cereal.

The cereal.

The cereal you kept hidden on the top shelf as a treat.

The one sugary snack you allowed yourself to enjoy after a huge victory or a devastating loss. Today, though, it felt like you were eating it out of pure rebellion, against what kind of oppression? Alexia wasn't really sure.

The cereal wasn't very healthy - lots of processed sugar and added fats. Alexia wanted to tell you that, but you had already taken a bowl and split the contents of the pink and purple grains in it.

Alexia would always joke about how those weren't colours you would ever find in nature, that the cereal was anything but real food, but you were already devouring it as if you had been starving for three days.

"Hmm," Alexia started, unsure what to do, fidgeting with her hands. "D-do you want me to throw the eggs out?" She tried, pointing at the pan.

You looked up to her, your lips smeared in a magenta artificial dye. Alexia managed a small smile. You looked cute, adorably messy even.

On any other day, she would lean over and steal a kiss from your sweet lips, murmuring how she only liked the taste of that cereal brand if it were coating your tongue. But today wasn't any other day; the distance you were putting between you felt too far for her to reach.

"Oh, no," you said, quickly shaking your head. "That would be food wasting. You can eat it."

Alexia stared at you, then at the eggs. She didn't like to eat protein so early.

"I don't wanna eat it," she whispered, her voice genuinely plaintive."I've already drunk my smoothie, and I put three whole bananas in it. I'm full."

You rolled your eyes, not even looking up from the bowl. You were crunching the cereal so loudly that Alexia wondered if it was annoying you, too. You sounded like a little mouse. A mean one.

"Ale, don't be difficult, please," You simply said, as if you weren't the one being impossible right now.

Alexia sighed in defeat.

Choose your battles wisely. Her father used to say. She bet he didn't have to deal with a very moody woman at 7 am.

Alexia moved the eggs off the heat and covered the pan with a lid. No, she wasn't going to eat them. She would put them in the freezer for later... Maybe for a midnight snack? That was a problem for future Alexia.

The captain walked around the counter and approached your side of the table, pulling out a chair. If you wouldn't cuddle with her in bed, she would at least sit next to you now. She poured herself a cup of coffee (she realised caffeine was a need right now) and watched you eat.

"Are you feeling alright, bebé?" she asked after a few minutes in silence.

Her voice was softer, choosing to sidestep the topic of the eggs entirely, and focusing on talking about your feelings, which she quickly realised was a dumb move.

You stopped chewing abruptly, the spoon halfway to your mouth.

"Of course I'm fine," you snapped. "Why wouldn't I be?"

-

The drive to training was silent.

Alexia tried to make small conversation, but you were grumbling under your breath rather than talking, your forehead pressed against the window, deliberately avoiding her gaze, seemingly trying to avoid the whole world. Maybe Alexia should have asked if you wanted to stay home instead of going out.

She watched your reflection with a sad look on her face - your jaw was tight, your legs bouncing, your hands over your abdomen.

She sighed, choosing to just endure the unpleasant tension filling the small space of the car. It was an excellent way to start the day if you asked her.

"We could stop by your favourite café," she offered, her voice careful. "I can run in and grab you a chocolate croissant? The ones you like? Maybe a bit of cappuc-

"I'm not hungry."

The words came out flat and dismissive, and they hurt Alexia more than they should.

"Okay," Alexia said quietly. She decided to try again. "What about- "

"Alexia, please."

Please, what? Alexia almost snapped. Please stop interacting with your girlfriend? Please stop breathing?

She didn't say it, though.

Choose your battles... maybe her father was right.

Alexia reached for the radio, putting on your current favourite playlist - a mix of old musicals, The Phantom of the Opera and Mamma Mia, songs you had been humming around training and at home for weeks.

'Masquerade' had barely started when your hand shot out and turned off the radio.

"I have a headache," you muttered.

Alexia opened her mouth and then closed it. Her knuckles went white against the steering wheel. She took a slow breath through her nose and said nothing.

Alexia was trying. Really trying. But there were too many battles to choose from today, and she wasn't very proficient on the battlefield.

Alexia prided herself on being a good girlfriend. She always put her heart and soul into making the people she cares about feel loved and understood, especially you. But oh, her patience was wearing thin - thin as the fragile skin covering a bird's keel bone - with how you bit back at every single thing she said or did.

Alexia was an extremely even-tempered person (off the pitch). You were now excelling at making her lose this quality entirely.

As soon as Alexia pulled into her parking spot and turned off the engine, you opened the door and slammed it shut with so much force that Alexia swore damaged her eardrum.

Alexia flinched at the sound. She sat frozen, hands still gripping the steering wheel, staring straight ahead at the training building. Her back ached from spending the entire drive down tensed up.

She could feel a tiny muscle twitch in her cheek, and another pulsing along her neck from pure stress. It was seven thirty am for god's sake! How much more cortisol would her body be producing because of you?

Alexia hated - detested - when you slammed the car door.

Through the windshield, she watched you stomp across the parking lot, your bag slung over one shoulder, your whole body radiating how angry you were. She was sure you even stepped on a little flower growing through a crack in the cement on purpose!

Breathe, she told herself. Just breathe.

Alexia took one breath, and then another. She counted to ten, to twenty, and to thirty when she realised twenty wasn't enough.

Her hands trembled slightly when she finally released the wheel, fingers stiff from gripping the lather so hard. When she opened her own door, she closed it with deliberate, exaggerated care. The soft click was almost inaudible.

She wished you were here to see how to properly close a car door.

Ale stood beside the car for a moment, letting the cool morning air wash over her face. A bird sang somewhere around the building, and it felt nice, relaxing. She focused on that and on the bright and colourful flowers planted near the entrance of the training building. Alexia focused on anything that wasn't the anger growing under her skin.

You were already inside. She just needed a minute by herself, or maybe five. All because your crabbiness was starting to rub off on her, and she, unlike you, tried to keep her bad mood to herself rather than let it spill out onto everyone around her.

When Alexia counted to fifty and her jaw had finally unclenched enough that she trusted herself to speak without snapping, she made her way inside.

The locker room was empty apart from you.

You were sitting on the bench in the middle of the room, hunched over and tugging your boots onto your feet with such aggressive force that Alexia was genuinely concerned you were going to hurt your ankle.

Your fingers fumbled with the laces of the boot as if you didn't possess any fine motor skills. Your knee was bouncing anxiously, and your whole body looked tense. From afar, she could see the vein on your neck pulsating.

Alexia's irritation quickly softened, dissolving instantly into something closer to worry and, well, love. Your visible struggle to do something as ordinary as get ready for training was overriding her frustration.

The brunette crossed the room and knelt in front of you before her brain could even process. She gently batted your hands away from the laces.

You startled, your head snapping up. You probably hadn't heard her come in. Your stunned expression morphed rapidly into one of impatience, your mouth already opening to protest.

"I know how to put my own-"

"Don't finish that sentence if you don't want to see me in a bad mood as well," Alexia said, more sternly than she had expected.

Your mouth snapped shut. Alexia was usually very patient with you, but maybe you had been too much of a brat.

Your hands curled into fists at your sides, but you didn't pull away. You let her finish lacing your boots, though every line of your body screamed defiance.

Alexia's hands were gentle despite everything. Her muscle memory guided her swiftly through the action; she knew exactly how tight you liked the laces, knew to double-knot everything just the way you liked it.

Her thumb brushed delicately against your ankle bone. It was a habitual gesture of affection she didn't even realise she was doing, almost a relic of what your routine usually was, or what it should have been today.

When she finished, she didn't stand right away.

She stayed kneeling in front of you, hands resting lightly on your shins, and looked up at your face. Her expression softened, revealing the girlfriend underneath, the one who was worried, confused, and a little bit hurt.

"Please," she said quietly. "Just talk to me."

You felt something twist painfully in your chest. The concern in her hazel eyes made you want to cry and snap at her all at once. Your throat felt tight and your eyes burned.

You opened your mouth, though you didn't know if an apology or another sharp reply would come out, then the sound of the manager's whistle filled the quiet locker room.

Training was starting.

"We should go," you said, not looking at her.

Alexia stayed where she was for another second, searching your face for something. Then she nodded once and pushed to her feet.

In a surprising display of compliance, you waited for her nod of approval before leaving the room.

Alexia stood alone in the empty locker room, staring at the door you had just walked through.

A long day indeed, she thought.

She grabbed her own boots and sat down on the bench, suddenly exhausted despite training not even having started yet.

She was going to have to use her captain's voice with you today. She could feel it. The thought made her stomach twist. She didn't want to be your captain today. She wanted to be your girlfriend. But you weren't giving her much choice.

She just hoped she wouldn't be called out for being five minutes late.

..

Training started poorly, to say the least.

Your body felt wrong from the moment you stepped onto the pitch; it was like your limbs were heavy, like you were being held back while everybody was walking freely.

The pain in your lower abdomen had sharpened into something more insistent now, and your brain wasn't really cooperating with you. You were sure that if somebody asked you how much 6 times 6 was, you wouldn't be able to answer. That's how bad your reasoning was.

Maybe there wasn't sufficient blood flow to your head, maybe it was a delayed consequence of a blow you received to the head a few games ago. It was better to believe that than to accept you were off today.

The first pass you made to Irene should have been easy; it was just a simple ball across the midfield right to the back line. Instead, it went off the pitch, pathetically lying in front of Pere's foot. He looks at the ball, and then at you as if wondering who the hell had managed your signing to the club.

Not him, obviously.

"Mierda," you muttered under your breath, kicking at the turf, not looking at Pere or at Irene.

Ireme jogged to retrieve the ball, giving you an odd look but saying nothing. It was not like you to get such a simple pass wrong, let alone get mad at yourself over it. Normally, you were the first one to make fun of yourself and your foolish mistakes.

The second mistake came exactly seven minutes later. You miscontrol a ball from Aitana, your first touch sending it straight to the other team's defender. It was your fault, a lack of attention, even the youngest member of La Masia could see it, but not you. Today, you were blinded by fury.

"Joder, Aita!" You turned on her immediately. "You lost the time of the ball!"

Aitana blinked, taken aback, looking around at the other girls, af they also agreed with you. No one did. "I-I lost time? I think it was fine? You just-"

"It wasn't fine, Aitana," you snapped, already moving away before taking a deep breath. "Ugh, forget it, let's just... start again, yeah?"

Across the pitch, Patri and Vicky exchanged glances.

By the third mistake, a pass that went straight out of play (again), people were starting to stare and notice how off you were.

You became aware of it, that prickly feeling of being watched and slightly judged, and it only made everything worse. Your jaw clenched for the tenth time that day, your hands curled into fists at your sides, which by now felt like their natural state.

When Vicky and Sydney started chatting during the stretching sessions instead of doing the exercises the physio asked them to do, you completely lost it.

"Are we here to train or to gossip?" Your voice came out harsh, authoritative in a way that wasn't warranted or natural. If anything, you would be the one joining the conversation, wanting to know more about their private life. "Because if you want to talk, you can do it off the pitch."

Sydney's smile vanished. Vicky looked at you like you had grown a second head. You probably had.

"We were just- " Vicky started, her voice serious.

"Stretch. Now."

They did, but not before exchanging another look, this one tinged with hurt more than anything. You were the cool one; the kids would playfully call you their older sister. But now? They were scared to come near you.

Even Clara, sweet Clara, who barely spoke above a whisper on her best days, became a target when she hesitated too long before passing during a drill.

"Clara! Come on! We don't have all day to wait for you to decide who to pass the ball to." You clapped your hands sharply. "You have to be faster than that. Or do you expect to use the first 45 minutes of a match to make a decision?"

The younger girl flinched, her face flushing red. She nodded quickly, looking like she might cry. Patri gave you a dirty look before wrapping an arm around Clara and walking with her to the bench, murmuring soft encouragement to the kid.

The girls quickly realised there was something horribly wrong with you; everybody had their off days when their footwork wasn't at its best, but with you? Your problem was at a spiritual level.

Whispers started circulating during transitions between drills. Some of the girls thought it was competitiveness, your mind trying to lock in and lead the training team to victory, although you never really cared about winning the mock matches.

But things escalated quickly.

It was like you weren't acquainted with the ball at your feet, as if you had never been on a pitch in your life. Every pass you attempted was wrong.

Too high. Too low. Too fast. Too slow. Too strong. Too weak.

No matter what you did, it felt like the ball hated you.

Your frustration mounted with each mistake. You could feel it building in your chest, hot and suffocating, pressing against your ribs.... and then came the moment with Pina.

You sent a pass crossing well over her head; it was not even close. To her body for you to try and pretend she was supposed to do some aerial move. It was just embarrassingly bad.

"Nice pass!" Pina called out, her voice bright with teasing, a grin on her face.

A few of the staff members watching from the sidelines chuckled. Someone whistled playfully. It was all in good fun, the kind of banter that happened fifty times during a training session. But the sound of their laughter felt like needles under your skin, and something inside you snapped.

"Maybe if you actually moved to where you were supposed to be, it would have been fine," you snarled, whirling on her.

Your voice came out sharper than you intended, almost vicious. You pointed aggressively at the spot behind her where the ball had landed. "You could have taken a few steps back, you know? Run? Isn't that what forwards are supposed to do?"

The laughter died instantly.

The entire training ground seemed to go quiet. Even the ball rolling across the turf sounded loud because of the uncomfortable silence.

Pina's smile faltered, confusion flickering across her face before settling into something that looked uncomfortably close to hurt. She took a small step back, as if you had physically pushed her. Her usual confidence evaporated, leaving her looking small.

"Whoa, hey- " Patri was suddenly there, inserting herself between you and Pina. Her voice was calm but firm, almost a warning. "Someone clearly woke up on the wrong side of the bed today." She shot you a look that said Pull it together.

"Well, someone needs to mind their own business," you retorted, your voice sharp, words even sharper.

You were already jogging away to retrieve the ball, refusing to meet anyone's eyes, not Patri's concerned frown, not Pina's hurt expression, not the wide-eyed stares from the kids.

Behind you, the silence felt heavy, uncomfortable. You could feel them all watching you. Judging you.

Clara had taken several steps back, making herself smaller. Aitana was chewing her bottom lip, arms crossed. Vicky was saying something to Aicha, who shook her head slowly.

Patri placed a gentle hand on Pina's shoulder and murmured something you couldn't hear. Pina nodded, but it didn't seem to ease up whatever she was feeling.

Your face burned with shame, but the feeling just made you angrier. At yourself. At them. At everything.

..

From the other side of the pitch, with her own training team, Alexia watched the entire exchange.

She couldn't hear the exact words, but she didn't need to. She saw your aggressive pointing, saw Pina's face fall, saw Patri intervene as the captain of your training team. She watched as the happy atmosphere of training turned into something tense and awkward.

A knot formed in her stomach. Patri caught her eye across the distance, and the look she sent Alexia was clear: You need to handle this.

Alexia's jaw tightened. She pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling slowly.

It was one thing for you to be short with her. At home. You had been together for over three years now; both of you had seen the best and worst of each other.

It was okay if you were having a bad day and needed to throw it at Alexia; she could take it. She had signed up for that. But this? Being rude to your teammates? Snapping at the younger players? Hurting Pina's feelings over a joke?

That was different. That crossed a line.

Alexia was the captain, and normally, she didn't feel the need to use her captain's tone with you. She hated doing it, actually. The thought of pulling rank on her own girlfriend made her stomach turn, especially because you, alongside her, Irene and Patri, also served as captain from time to time.

But given your flushed cheeks and attitude, she would have to step into her authoritative role sooner rather than later.

Still, Alexia was going to give you the benefit of the doubt. Wait a bit. Maybe you would cool down after the next water break. Maybe you would apologise on your own.

Maybe.

"What's going on with her?" Kika asked quietly, appearing at Alexia's side. Her voice was gentle and concerned. Kika was one of your best friends in the team; she knew this wasn't the real you.

Alexia's hand ran through her hair, tugging slightly at the ends. She looked tired suddenly, the weight of being both girlfriend and captain pressing down on her shoulders.

"Ugh... I wish I knew," she admitted, her brow furrowed. "She's been like this since she woke up. I tried to talk to her in the car, in the locker room...but she barely looked at me. And now this." She gestured vaguely toward where you stood, aggressively retying your boot laces.

"Did you two fight?" The Portuguese pressed. "Or argued? Did something happen?"

"No." Alexia shook her head firmly. "Everything was fine last night. We spent the whole day together. Watched movies, had dinner, everything was normal. I didn't forget any dates or anniversaries, or anything. I have been going through it in my head all morning, and I just-, ugh! I don't know."

Caro, who had been close enough to overhear, took a few steps over. "She snapped at Clara earlier," she said quietly. "Made her look like she was about to cry, I think Patri had to have a word with her, calm her down a bit."

Alexia's face tightened. "I saw that... I just didn't want to interrupt training to deal with her."

"You gonna talk to her?" Caro asked, placing her hand on Kika's shoulder.

"If she doesn't sort herself out soon?" Alexia's voice dropped. "Yes. I am."

The whistle blew, signalling that Alexia's team was supposed to resume their mini game. Alexia forced herself to turn away, to focus on her own training. But her eyes kept drifting back to you, watching as you completed drills mechanically, as you kept distance between yourself and the other players, as if you couldn't trust yourself to be with others.

Ale tried to concentrate on the game. Tried to be present for her own team. But worry was gnawing at her.

The atmosphere around you had changed. The girls were giving you space now, being careful. When they had to interact with you, their voices were cautious, their movements tentative, like they were expecting you to snap.

And you seemed to notice, which only made you more withdrawn, more defensive. Alexia could see it spiralling. Could see you drowning in whatever was happening inside your head.

And she was going to have to do something about it.

Soon.

..

The increasing tension finally snapped during the water break.

You were already on edge. Your jaw ached from clenching, your head pounding with the worst headache ever. Every sound felt too loud, every movement around you felt too close.

You had just grabbed your water bottle from the cooler when Cata, somehow oblivious to what was happening, made the mistake of playfully snagging it the second you set it down.

"Cata, give it back," you said, your voice flat, completely devoid of the humour or warmth it usually carried whenever she pranked you.

"Come get it!" she teased, her smile wide as she held the bottle high above her head, already bouncing on her toes in anticipation of the playful chase that you always initiated.

But you didn't move playfully. You didn't laugh. Instead, you took a deliberate step closer, your entire body language shifting into something cold. Your shoulders were rigid.

"I'm not joking. Give. It. Back. Now."

The ice in your voice, that low, controlled tone that didn't sound like you at all, made Cata freeze. Her smile vanished instantly. Her head tilted in confusion, trying to understand what she had done wrong. Just yesterday, you had pranked her just the same!

She lowered the bottle slowly, carefully, placing it back on top of the cooler. "Vale, vale. Sorry, I was just playing, chica," she said, a slight pout forming on her face.

Everybody on the team was watching you and Cata. The tension in the air was uncomfortable, to say the least. You didn't say anything. Didn't apologise. Just snatched the water bottle back from the cooler.

Before you could even take a sip of the cool water, the warmth of the sun on the back of your neck disappeared, replaced by a cold shadow.

"Y/n."

Your stomach dropped. You knew that voice. That tone.

"A word. Now."

You turned around slowly. Alexia stood behind you, arms crossed, her face set in that expressionless mask she wore when she was ready to lecture a player, but didn't want to make it a public event.

Your mouth opened to argue, maybe, or apologise, you weren't sure, but Ale held up one hand, and the words died in your throat.

"Not here. Over there." She pointed toward the far end of the pitch, to the benches, away from everyone else.

She didn't wait for a response. She just turned and walked.

You stood frozen for a moment. Even Cata, the one you had just snapped at, was looking at you with pity now. A few of the other girls exchanged glances. Someone cleared their throat.

Alexia's scolds were never light.

Your feet moved before your brain fully processed the command. You followed her, acutely aware of every eye on your back. The distance to the bench felt impossibly long. Your heart pounded against your ribs. Your palms were sweating.

Pere, who usually interfered whenever players were arguing, stood with his arms crossed, watching silently. He looked almost grateful that Alexia was handling this and not him. And he was right to be grateful. Alexia could be scary when she wanted to be, and she was terrifying right now.

When you reached Alexia, she turned around in one smooth motion, arms crossed, face carved in a scowl. She was the full façade of professionalism; she was now just a captain dealing with a problematic player.

"Y/n," she started slowly. "What is wrong?"

Your chest tightened. You hated how she used your name instead of amor or bebé or any of the dozen pet names she usually called you. As if you two hadn't shared a bed just last night. As if you were just another person on the pitch with an attitude problem. You hated that she thought she needed to go full captain on you. Especially here in front of everyone.

"I'm fine, Alexia," you said sharply; your voice came out defensive. "Can you just... can everyone just leave me alone? Just for a few seconds? Joder!"

Something flickered across Alexia's face - disappointment. The brunette flinched involuntarily, a tiny movement you would have caught if you had been looking at her, but you weren't. You were already walking away.

Alexia took a deep breath. Her lips pressed tight. Then she recovered, her face smoothing back into that captain mask. She didn't call after you; she just strode after you and planted herself directly in front of your path. Blocking you, she just stood there, waiting.

When you refused to look up, when you tried to step around her, her hand moved decisively. Her fingers caught your chin, not roughly but firm, and tilted your head up until you had no choice but to meet her eyes.

Her eyes were cold, empty of the warmth they usually held when they looked at you. Not that you deserved any warmth right now.

"If you can't seem to treat your teammates with respect," she said, her voice carrying that same cold tone you had been using all day, "maybe you should have stayed at home instead."

"I-"

"I'm not done." The words cut across yours. Her voice was commanding, leaving no room for argument. "I am your girlfriend, and I love you. I promised to be here for the better and for the worst. But they-"

She tilted her head toward the team, still watching from across the pitch. "-are our friends. Your friends. And they don't have anything to do with whatever rude attitude you have been dragging around since you opened your eyes this morning."

"But, Ale- "

"I. Am. Not. Done." She repeated it slowly, leaning in slightly so her face was closer to yours, so you couldn't look away, couldn't escape. You felt like a caged bird being watched by a cat. "Put yourself together or walk it off. Now."

You blinked at her once and then twice.

Your mouth opened again. Something defensive was forming on your tongue, some useless excuse or a rude comeback, but Alexia's stare burned it before you could voice it.

The silence stretched between you. You exhaled shakily, the breath trembling as it left your lungs. You felt like crying.

Your legs suddenly felt weak, like they couldn't hold your weight anymore. You turned and sank onto the nearest bench. The wood was hard and uncomfortable against your legs, but it grounded you in a way you desperately needed.

Alexia followed but didn't sit.

She stood in front of you, arms crossed, her shadow falling over you once again. You stared at the ground, at your boots, at the grass, at the shadow, at anything but her face.

"Look at me."

Your body obeyed before your brain could argue. Your eyes lifted to meet hers, and she arched one eyebrow. "Better."

Your fingers twisted around the edge of the bench, gripping so hard your knuckles went white and started to hurt. You were definitely going to cry.

Alexia crouched slowly, lowering herself until your eyes were level. Her stare wasn't soft or gentle; it was calculated, as if she was processing how to deal with you, planning the best strategic move.

Her elbows came to rest on her knees. When she spoke, her voice was low enough that you could barely hear it, quiet enough that the team couldn't overhear from across the pitch. She was trying to keep this private. You had to give her that.

"You don't get to talk to them like that," she said, a bit calmer now. "And you sure as hell don't get to talk to me like you have been doing since this morning."

Your jaw clicked shut. Alexia reached forward and tugged lightly at the hem of your training shirt, forcing your attention back when it started to drift.

"I asked you what's going on," she said, each word clear, as if talking to a child. "I'm still waiting for an answer."

You swallowed hard. Your throat felt tight, like there was something stuck in it, something that didn't allow the truth to come out. It was a familiar feeling to you; you always had a bit of a hard time opening up. "I said I'm fine."

Ale's expression didn't change, not a single muscle moved. She didn't even blink. "Try again."

"It's nothing."

"If you want to act tough, then at least be honest about it," Alexia said, her voice cold again.

Your stomach dropped, and heat crept up your face. It wasn't embarrassment, it was pure shame. Your eyes dropped back to the ground. Alexia's fingers slid under your chin again. She tilted your head up until you had nowhere to hide, no way to escape her eyes.

"Tell me what's wrong," she repeated. "I'm here for you, bebé, but I can only make it better if you are honest with me."

You exhaled, and the breath came out shaky. It was the 'bebé' that did it for you.

"Everything feels... wrong today," you muttered finally, the words tumbling out reluctantly. "I woke up and... I don't know. I just wanted everything to stop. My head hurts, and my body feels wrong, and there's this ache that won't go away, and I had the worst night of sleep ever, and I feel like I want to crawl out of my own skin, and I'm just... I'm tired of everything and-and of myself."

Alexia's expression didn't soften, not yet, but something in her eyes shifted. The cold edge of her gaze melted slightly, replaced by something that looked like understanding. She sat down beside you on the bench. Her knee pressed gently against yours, a small point of contact that felt like affection.

"You could have said that this morning," she said, turning to look at your face properly.

"I didn't know how," you admitted, your voice small.

"Then you'll learn," she replied. "And you'll tell me next time. I have been patient with you all day, and you have done nothing but be snappy and hurtful. To me and everyone."

Your chest tightened painfully at the truth of it. She rested her hands gently on your thighs; her touch was warm. You didn't realise how much you needed.

"You don't get to shut me out," she said, softer now. "Not like this. We tell each other how we're feeling. We don't push each other away. And you need to remember...this is our work. There's no space for being snappy here, not with the team, with the girls.

You blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the burning sensation in your throat and behind your eyes.

Alexia tilted her head slightly, studying your face. "You tell me when you're upset, and I'll make it better. Always. But you can't act like this. You know that."

The words weren't coddling; they were direct. Alexia knew when you needed gentleness and when you needed authority, and she had always been able to give you both.

Your breath hitched. Then hitched again. You tried desperately to hold the pressure building behind your eyes, the sob crawling up from your chest, but your body betrayed you. Once more.

Your facade cracked. A small, broken sound escaped your lips before you could stop it. Then another. And another. The tears came suddenly, spilling down your cheeks before you could even think to wipe them away.

Alexia saw the exact second it happened. The exact moment you broke.

She didn't hesitate. She softly patted your thigh, grounding you, then leaned over and wrapped an arm around your waist. She pulled you close, solid and warm, and pressed her forehead against your temple. You could feel her steady breathing, so different from your own shaky breaths.

"There she is," she whispered, and her voice had transformed completely. All the captain's authority was gone, stripped away to reveal just Alexia. Just your girlfriend. "There's mi niña."

Your hands found her wrists instinctively, gripping them, scared that Alexia might pull away. Your brain was screaming at you that your teammates were watching. That you were crying on the sidelines in front of everyone. That this was humiliating.

But maybe, just maybe, if they saw you like this, they would understand that you hadn't wanted to hurt them. That something had been wrong, something you couldn't control or explain. Still, it was hard being this vulnerable.

"I-I'm sorry," you cried. "I'm so-sorry for being awful, this is like.. the worst day ever, and I didn't sleep an-and my eggs-"

"Shh." Her thumbs stroked small, soothing circles against your legs. "I know. You are having a very bad day, huh?"

"I was horrible to Pina," you said, looking up at her with a pout, tears still streaming down your face. "To Cata too... to everyone!! I even screamed at Clara, she is literally a baby"

"Yeah... It wasn't your best moment, Alexia agreed, because she wasn't going to lie to you, Ale never did. "And you're going to apologise to all of them, sí? But first- " She pulled back just enough to look at your face. "- you're going to take a deep breath for me, and you're going to calm down."

You tried. It came out uneven, interrupted by another small sob and a few more tears. You looked up instinctively, and your eyes found the team across the pitch.

Most of them were pretending not to watch. Kika had turned away completely, giving you privacy. Ona was stretching unnecessarily, her back to you. Aitana was studying her water bottle as if it weren't the same one she had been using for years.

Some of the girls were watching, but not judgmentally, but with concern. Patri stood with her arms crossed, a sad smile on her face. Vicky, Clara, Aicha and Syd were looking at you sympathetically.

"T-they're looking," you murmured;

"I asked you to breathe," Alexia said gently, her hand moving to your jaw, guiding your face back toward hers. "Not to look around, don't worry about them right now. Just focus on me, go on, try again, deep breath, now."

You did, and this time it was steadier; there was actual air coming into your lungs. Your head felt clear, as if you could think once again.

"Good, that's good." Alexia pulled back just enough to look at you properly, her hands still resting on your legs. "Now tell me, what do you need?"

"I don't know," you admitted, a pout on your face.

"Okay, then I'll decide." Alexia stood, pulling you up with her; her hands were gentle.

"We are going home," she said. "I'm telling Pere you're not feeling well, which is true. When we get home, you're going to take a shower, and we're going to talk it out, or just... exist, whatever you want."

"I can finish training- "

"No," she said simply. "Not today." Her hand found yours, fingers lacing together.

"Come on, up you go," Alexia said tenderly. She led you back toward the team, her hand never leaving yours. As you approached, the girls looked up. They all looked worried for you.

Cata was nervously looking at you, fishing with her gloves. Before Alexia could say anything, before she could mediate, you stepped forward on your own.

"Cata," you said, your voice sincere, still a bit rough from crying. "I'm really sorry. That wasn't about you; you didn't do anything wrong. I was just completely out of line."

Her face softened immediately. She gave you a gentle smile and pulled you into a hug you weren't expecting. "Don't worry about it, chica," she murmured. "We're okay, bad days happen."

While still in her embrace, you looked over Cata's shoulder and found Pina. You mouthed a silent I'm sorry. Pina's face softened immediately.

"It's okay," she said aloud, and then she took a step closer. "Are you alright?"

"Not really," you admitted. "But I will be, and I'm sorry for how I acted earlier, really sorry."

You turned to face the rest of them, Patri, Vicky, Sydney, Clara, Aitana, everyone who had witnessed your terrible morning.

"I'm sorry to all of you, too," you said, meaning every word. "I've been awful today. There's no excuse for how I acted."

"We all have bad days," Aitana said kindly, stepping forward slightly. "Just... talk to us next time? Before it gets this bad?"

You nodded, looking down. "I will. I promise."

Clara, who had been hanging back, gave you a small smile, and you knew you were forgiven.

Patri squeezed your shoulder as she passed. "Go home, amiga, rest, and we'll see you tomorrow."

Alexia spoke to Pere briefly while you collected your things from the locker room. When she returned, Alexia placed her arm around your shoulders and guided you toward the parking lot.

"Ale..." you said quietly as you reached the car. "I'm sorry. I really don't know what's happening to me. I'm sorry you have to pull up with me... I can't even stand myself at the moment."

Alexia opened the passenger door for you, ever the gentlewoman, even now.

"It's okay, that's what I'm here for," she said simply. She leaned down and kissed your temple sweetly. "We are a team, sí? I'll always be here for you."

You slid into the seat, and she closed the door gently before walking around to the driver's side. As she drove home, her hand found yours again. Her thumb brushed over your knuckles in a steady, soothing rhythm.

This time, when she put your favourite songs on, you didn't turn the radio off. You let the music fill the space between you, let it calm you.

You leaned your head against the window, watching Barcelona pass by,

You had been horrible today. Genuinely, inexcusably horrible. You had hurt people who cared about you. But Alexia hadn't let you spiral; she had demanded better from you, she had called you out, made you face what you'd done, but she had also held you when you finally allowed yourself to cry.

Ale has been exactly what you needed, even when you didn't know you needed it.

You shifted slightly in your seat, and a familiar cramp twisted in your lower abdomen. You winced, pressing your hand against your stomach.

Alexia noticed - of course, she noticed - but she didn't say anything. Just squeezed your hand a little tighter.

"I love you," you said quietly, the words barely audible over the music.

"I love you too," Alexia replied without hesitation.

..

The apartment was quiet when you got home. The streets too, the birds weren't singing, and the wind had come to a halt. The serene atmosphere was supposed to make you feel calm again, to ease the pressure that weighed down on your ribs, but somehow, it didn't.

Alexia guided you inside with a gentle hand on your lower back, closing the door behind you. She didn't say much, just led you to the sofa and disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with a glass of water and some painkillers.

"For your head," she said, pressing them into your palm. "It's hurting, right?"

You nodded and took them obediently, washing them down with the water while she watched. When you handed the glass back, she set it on the coffee table and settled beside you, close but not touching.

That's when it hit you. Everything. All of it. The entire horrible day came crashing down on you like a wave, and suddenly you felt like a kid at the beach again, swimming too deep, deeper than where your feet could touch.

Your throat tightened, and your eyes burned; that's when you stood up abruptly. "I'm gonna...hm, I need to take that shower you mentioned earlier, yeah?"

You tried to move past Alexia, but her hand caught your wrist gently, stopping you.

"No," she said softly. "You stay here."

"Ale, I just need- "

"No," She repeated, tugging your wrist, pulling you back down onto the sofa. "You're not running away from this. Not from me."

"I'm not running, I just- " Your voice cracked, completely betraying you.

And then the tears came. Tears of shame, of regret, of replaying every awful moment over and over.

"I was so horrible," you choked out, pressing your palms against your eyes as if you could physically stop the tears. "God, Alexia, I was such a bitch to everyone."

"Come here." Alexia didn't wait for you to comply. She simply reached out and pulled you into her lap, positioning you so you were straddling her thighs, your face buried in the crook of her neck as if it was an instinct.

You pressed your face as much as you could, hoping to disintegrate within her skin. You hated crying in front of Alexia, or well, anyone. Hated being this vulnerable, this messy.

Alexia's arms wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you close, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, her thumb brushing over the top of your axis vertebra.

"It's okay," she said softly, her lips close to your ear. "You can cry."

You did. You let yourself cry into her shoulder, ugly and loud and completely falling apart. Your tears soaked into her training shirt embarrassingly.

Alexia just held you. She didn't try to shush you or tell you to calm down. She just let you cry, one hand stroking slowly up and down your spine.

"I can't believe I yelled at Clara," you sobbed. "She's just a baby. She's so sweet, and I made her look terrified... And Pina a-and Cata and-"

"You'll apologise properly next training," Alexia murmured. "They'll forgiv-"

"And you- " Your voice broke completely, cutting Alexia. "I slammed the car door, and you love that car, and I was awful to you all morning, and you were just trying to help-"

"It's okay," Her hand moved to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away the tears even as new ones fell. "I forgive you. I already forgave you. Haven't I told you that already?"

You pulled back just enough to look at her, your eyes red and puffy, your face blotchy from crying. "I don't deserve you."

"Don't be silly," Alexia said with a small smile. "I love you; it hurts me hearing you say that."

That made you cry harder, but eventually (thank god) the tears slowed down, just as your breathing. You stayed in her lap, forehead resting against her shoulder, trying to come back to your senses.

"I think..." You paused, then murmured against her neck, your voice small and a bit pouty, "I think I'll get my period soon, maybe today was just me PMSing really badly."

You felt rather than saw Alexia's expression soften. She pulled back slightly to look at your face, her hand coming up to gently wipe the remaining tears from your cheeks with her thumb.

"Well," she said, her voice tender, "that explains it a bit then, sí?"

You shook your head immediately, the pout intensifying as all of those heavy emotions began to swell on your chest once again.

"Of course not! I feel like a demon has possessed my body, Alexia," You said exasperatedly. "I wasn't myself at all...I was some horrible monster who just- "

Alexia chucked. It rumbled through her chest, where you were pressed against her; the motion felt calming.

"Okay, don't be dramatic," she said, still smiling. "We've all been there. You're not possessed, just a bit upset and well, hormonal. It's alright."

"I feel possessed," you muttered stubbornly, not really accepting how Alexia was trying to make you feel better.

"You're not possessed, bebé," she said matter-of-factly. " Three weeks ago, Pere sent the kids running laps around the pitch for twenty minutes because they couldn't seem to focus on anything. You know why? Because half of them were dealing with the same thing you are now, they were having a bad day; no one calls them demons because of that."

"I did call them little devils, though.... They were being very annoying," you mumbled.

"And last month," Alexia ignored you, continuing her rambling, her smile turning a bit apologetic, "Patri had to give me an earful because I was being grumpy and snapping at everyone during match review. Remember that? You had to literally pull me aside and tell me to stop being mean to Ona?"

You did remember that, actually. Alexia had been irritable for days, short-tempered and critical in a way that wasn't like her.

"That was different," you said, pout on your face. "It's not the same thing."

"It is the same thing," Alexia countered gently. "We all have bad days. Yours just happened to fall on a day when we were all together on the pitch doing team drills instead of individual work. So everyone saw it. That's the only difference."

"I still feel terrible, awful, horri-"

"Good," she said, and you looked up at her in surprise. "You should feel a little terrible. It means you care. It means you know you hurt people and you want to do better."

Her hand cupped your face. "But you don't get to torture yourself over it. You apologised. You'll apologise again tomorrow, maybe stop at a café and buy everyone coffee, and then you'll move forward and be better."

You leaned into her touch, closing your eyes. "You are very good at this."

"This what?"

"Comforting. Talking... making me less harsh on myself."

Alexia was silent, and then her face turned into a grin. "You are right, those are one of my many qualities."

That made you laugh, but when you shifted in her lap, the movement sent a sharp cramp through your lower abdomen. You winced, pressing your hand against your stomach.

Alexia noticed immediately. "Cramps?"

You nodded miserably. "It's not even my period yet, it's just pre-period cramps or whatever... I'm just sensitive."

"Okay." She shifted, adjusting you in her lap so you were more comfortable. "Here's what we're going to do. You're going to take that shower you wanted, a hot one, it'll help with the cramps, then we're going to put on comfortable clothes and cuddle."

"That's a very nice idea," you mumbled.

"I know."

You pulled back to look at her properly. "I really do love you," you said quietly.

"I love you too," Alexia replied, brushing her lips against yours in the softest kiss. "A lot, mi corázon."

She helped you up from her lap. "Now go shower," she ordered with a grin.

For the first time all day, something in your chest felt lighter. The demon - or hormones, or whatever it was - still lingered there, making your body ache and your emotions run high, but it was easier to carry because Alexia was there, and she made everything more bearable.

As you stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over you realised how much you needed a shower. Maybe if you had showered with Alexia in the morning, you wouldn't be in such a foul mood.

..

Later, when the weight had lifted, when you finally felt like you could breathe properly and once again enjoy the simple pleasure of your own company and Alexia's presence, you finally allowed yourself to relax - to be held by her.

Everything was innocent at first. Alexia's hand resting on your abdomen was just another comforting expression of her love. Her kisses on your neck were chaste, as if her sole purpose was to reacquaint herself with the feeling of your skin, making up for the disastrous morning.

But then, her touch turned sensuous. Her tongue traced a line up your neck before gently biting down near your jugular, as if she was a primal hunter preparing its prey.

You gasped, your fingers digging into her forearm, nails pressing into her skin as she slowly sucked the spot where your neck met your shoulder. Your breath hitched, your mouth parted as Alexia placed featherlight kisses along your clavicle, licking the length of the thin bone.

"Alexia," you managed, tugging at her hair, trying to capture her attention. It worked.

She looked up, her pupils blown wide, her lips swollen and red. A guilty crimson flushed her cheeks, making her guilty of the crime she was committing.

"Sí?" she replied, impatience in her voice, as if she didn't understand why you were interrupting her favourite self-indulgent activity.

"What are you doing?" you asked, slightly out of breath, parting your thighs the moment Alexia shifted. Her knees settled against your legs, creating a pressure that ensured they would stay open to accommodate her body.

Alexia looked down at you, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. "What do you think I'm trying to do?" she asked, emphasising the word.

You gulped, feeling a deep flush rise. "Mhm... sex?"

Alexia smiled lazily, propping herself up on one elbow as her hand came to rest on your cheek. "You are so smart, baby," she said, her tone dripping with condescension.

You pouted, ignoring her patronising tone. "I just don't understand."

"Understand what?"

"I-I've been awful all day," you explained. "Usually when I'm not on my, hm, best behaviour, you - we - don't have sex?"

Alexia smiled coyly, her thumb brushing the high curve of your cheekbone, right over the blush that bloomed on your face. "Oh, you think I'm trying to have sex to give you some pleasure?"

You didn't know how to respond, so you were grateful when Alexia continued.

"No, bebé. This time, it's for me." Alexia's hand melted down over your abdomen, finding the fabric of your sleeping shorts. Your underwear was slicker than you would have liked. She applied just the right pressure to your clit - enough to deepen your pout and widen your eyes in a silent, pleading look.

"Ale-"

"Shh," she whispered, giving you a quick peck on the lips as her index finger pulled your damp underwear aside. The chilly air of the room met the sudden, warm slickness of your pussy. "You keep quiet. Let me enjoy this."

Alexia ran her fingers through your folds, wetting them with your own lubrication before nonchalantly sliding two of them inside your entrance. You bit down on your lip, your back arching immediately into her touch. She filled you deliciously.

"You were grumpy all day," Alexia continued, moving her fingers at a slow, torturous pace. "I fucked you so nicely last night, but when you woke up today, it was like you didn't even remember how my tongue works on your cunt."

"Hmm, baby," you moaned as she reached even deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made you combust.

The wet, rhythmic sounds of your slick pussy against her fingers filled the room with the most carnal music ever heard.

"I even let you top, didn't I?" She leaned over, licking the tip of your nipple before wrapping it in her lips. She sucked gently before letting go, raining kisses around your breast. "You filled me with your strap, you came from it, and for what? For you to wake up snappy? Biting at everything I said?"

"I'm sorry," you managed to mumble, your tongue feeling like a useless, heavy muscle inside your mouth.

Her kisses became gentle, tracing a path down your sternum, touching every rib. "I know you are, and I already said I forgive you."

"Come," she commanded in a rusty voice, quickly accelerating her pace.

You cried out, releasing in her arms, your mouth wide open and eyes clenched shut as fireworks erupted behind your eyelids. Her hand slowed its movements, but it didn't cease.

"I want you to make up for it, now," Alexia continued her monologue, now pampering your other breast with light kisses, biting gently at the erect nub of your nipple. "Will you?"

You nodded desperately, feeling yourself turn acutely sensitive under her touch. "You'll stay still and let me enjoy your pussy, okay?"

You nodded again, but it wasn't enough for Alexia. She bit down on your breast harder as a warning.

"Yes," you gasped desperately. "Whatever you want."

"Good," she said, leaning back just enough to watch your face. "Maybe if I eat you out more frequently, you'll be less of a grumpy kitten."

Alexia didn't wait for another reply. She shifted her weight, sliding down the bed until she was hovering between your legs, which were still slightly parted. The sight of her face hovering over the slickness of your inner thighs made your stomach flip.

She pressed her thumb against your hipbone, holding you still, her eyes locked on yours in a demanding stare. She liked to be looked at, appreciated.

Slowly and deliberately, she lowered her head. The first contact wasn't a hungry lick, but a gentle, warm breath that ghosted over your clit, sending a sharp shiver through your entire body.

"Stay still," she repeated, her voice low. "Be nice for me. I deserve it."

Ale's tongue began to work. It was a single, light swipe along your pussy.. You clenched your jaw, trying to maintain the stillness she demanded, but a soft, whimpering noise still escaped your throat. It was too hard to stay still when you felt like your body was completely crumbing under her touch.

Alexia was stern, though. She liked to be listened to, to be obeyed, so she paused, tilting her head back up to meet your gaze, her eyes dark, darker than the dimly lit room.

"I thought I asked you to stay still?"

"I-I'm sorry!"

She smirked.

"You are wet, bebé," she murmured, the corners of her mouth slightly wet with your arousal. "Was that what you wanted all day? My head between your thighs? You should learn how to ask for it."

Without warning, she dipped back down, parting your folds with her tongue and settling in as if she were home. Her mouth was hot, wet, and focused on your slick and throbbing clit, she enjoyed teasing so much.

She pulled you in, sucking sharply at your clit, her hands gripping your thighs to keep you spread open for her. The pressure was becoming too much, so much so that you urged yourself to keep your tight close together.

It was like the world outside didn't exist. All you felt, every single sensation in your body, could be narrowed down to the warmth of her tongue and the push and pull of her lips on you.

Every effort you made to breathe was completely lost; your back lifted off the bed, almost like a bow. Your orgasm washed down on you just as it washed down on Alexia's entire face, as well as the sheets.

Maybe Alexia was right. Maybe that's exactly what you needed after all. Suddenly, the residual tension of the day was gone; you weren't feeling moody anymore. How could Alexia possess such a magical mouth?

You were pulled back from whatever peaceful haze Alexia had sent you when the delicate skin of her lips met your cheek, then grazed your nose.

You opened your eyes lazily, staring into hers, feeling so incredibly at peace. It was the rush of endorphins, you were sure, causing that incredible, hazy feeling.

"Are you with me?" Alexia asked, her tone teasing. She leaned in, not for a kiss, but to rest her forehead gently against yours.

"Barely," you whispered, your faces so close you shared the same breath of air.

"Hmm, that's enough for me, grumpy."

..

I hope you guys liked it!!!!