(+18) Poor timing - Part 3

☆ Summary: You are dating Alexia, but your sister, Clara, doesn't know yet. When she comes home early from a sleepover, she walks in on something she definitely wasn't meant to see... and won't forget anytime soon.

☆ Word count: 8.5K

☆ Warnings: (+18) SMUT, strapping (r giving), boob sucking (r receiving), just lots of fluff between those two, Ale being clingy, and Clara finally her puppy!

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You woke up but couldn't open your eyes right away. The only thing you felt was the weight of Alexia's arm resting across your waist.

For a moment, still half-asleep, everything felt perfect, exactly how it was supposed to be, just as you had imagined it when you called Alexia last night, asking her to spend the night.

But then, the memories of what happened hours ago came rushing back, and you groaned; the sound made your throat hurt, triggering vivid flashbacks of you being on your knees for her, right here, in this very same room.

Alexia had been right after all; your throat was sore. You hated it when she was right; you much preferred it when she was in the wrong.

Ugh.

You turned to your side, trying to open your eyes, but they still felt stuck, like the lids were glued together by a mischievous poltergeist that wished to deny you a vision of a sleeping Alexia.

When you tried again and failed in the process, you gave up and let the darkness linger a bit more, choosing to enjoy the lack of vision to focus on others' senses.

Your mouth still tasted faintly of the mint toothpaste you had used before bed, and your tongue felt raspy and rough with thirst. You could smell the eucalyptus fabric softener of your duvet mixed with Alexia's natural scent, a hint of sweat from the warm night and the residual fragrance of her honey shampoo.

Alexia. Alexia. Alexia.

Her hand was cupping your breast, but the lack of movement, no thumb brushing over your nipple like she usually did, told you she was still completely asleep.

You shifted your head, nuzzling your cheek against her shoulder blade, taking in her scent, before rolling onto your back, freeing yourself from her touch. You rubbed your eyes with your index fingers, a habit that, as a doctor, you knew was bad, but it was a good strategy when sleep was clinging to you this stubbornly.

When your vision finally cleared, the lightning from the windows became more visible, and so did Alexia's sleeping figure. Her mouth was slightly open, and her hair was a complete mess; you felt a sudden urge to brush it.

You sat up, tempted to just lie back down again beside her instead because your body felt too heavy and hers too welcoming.

You look over your shoulder, your gaze falling over Alexia once again.

You didn't quite know what to do now; it wasn't common for you to wake up and find her still there, but you found yourself cherishing the novelty of it.

As if your gaze had been disturbing her dreams, she stirred, her eyes blinked open, and a sleepy pout tugged at her lips.

"Mhm... hi," she murmured, her voice hoarse.

"Good morning," you said softly.

You brushed your palm over her thigh, feeling the fine hairs stand up on end beneath your touch. With a lazy smile, you shift to sit atop Alexia, and as soon as your thighs straddle her waist, her hands instinctively found your hips.

"How did you sleep?"

Even with the pillow creases pressed into her face, Alexia managed to look smug as she grinned up at you "With you sleeping half-naked beside me? Like an angel."

You rolled your eyes. She was very cheesy when she wanted to be.

"Tell me what time it is?" she asked, still groggy, but there was a familiar mischief in her voice.

You glanced at the clock on the bedside table, "Six-thirty."

"So..." she began, her hands sliding higher from your hips to your ribs. "Technically, we can have sex today. We promised not to have sex yesterday, and yesterday is officially gone."

You smiled, leaning down towards her. "Are you really trying to find loopholes in my sister's requests?"

"She's sleeping, isn't she?" Alexia whispered, and, before you could answer, she caught you by surprise, her palm spreading across your back to pull you down.

Your body leaned firmly against hers, leaving you perfectly positioned for her to take your breasts into her mouth.

She closed her eyes, wrapping her lips around your nipples as her cheeks hollowed, settling into a slow rhythm of sucking.

Your nipple brushed the top of her palate, and she continued to suckle, harder now; the soft sound she was making felt almost forbidden in the quiet room.

"Ale..." you moaned quietly, trying to keep the sound in your throat.

You were extremely aware of the thin walls of your flat and of the fact that your sister was sleeping just down the hall... she didn't need to be traumatised a second time.

Alexia eventually let go of your breast, leaving a red mark around on your breasts, but she didn't look guilty for it, not one bit.

She looked up at you with big, almost eager, eyes. "You know," she murmured. "I didn't get one single orgasm yesterday... no one."

"Oh no, pobrecita," you teased, your voice dropped as you sat up straight in her lap. [poor thing]

You peppered her face with light kisses while her hands found your breasts, massaging them very gently. "We can't have that, can we? Not when you work so hard all week."

Alexia nodded, her pout deepening, making her lips look pinker than they were.

"Si, I work very hard, you are right," she mumbled. " I think I deserve one. Maybe... you should do something about it...?"

You let out a condescending hum. "Is this your way of asking me to stop?"

"Maybe," Alexia murmured. "... please?"

It always baffled you how smoothly Alexia could transition from dominant to pliant.

You, on the other hand, struggled to follow orders or to fully bottom; you were always caught between the two states, and it took you a very specific mindset for you to simply receive. Alexia had to have the patience of a saint to hold you there.

"You wait here, then, yeah?" You whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek.

Alexia nodded again, very obediently. "Uhum."

You gave one last kiss on her nose before sliding off the bed and walking over to the dresser. You took the strap, adjusting the harness around your hip and moving your body to ensure the fit was right.

You scanned the drawer, grabbed the lube and coated the silicone before putting it back and shutting the drawer.

Alexia was lying exactly where you had left her.

You wondered briefly if she ever wished you were more like her - more trusting, more of a rule follower, instead of someone who felt the need to question everything, even during sex. You pushed the thought aside. Right now, Alexia was the only thing that mattered.

Without a word, she spread her legs for you (like a very good girl), and you slotted yourself between them.

You smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, as her hands came to rest on your hips. You let your weight settle on top of her, the strap pressing deliciously against her underwear.

"I fear we are becoming boring, Ale" you whispered against the curve of her neck. She moaned at the brief brush of air on her skin.

You smiled at the sound and moved your hand beneath the waistband of her underwear. She wasn't quite as wet as you would like yet, so you focused your index and middle finger on her clit, circling it in the way you knew she loved.

"Why boring?" She asked, already a little breathless. "After what happened last night, I-I believe we have had the adrenaline rush of a lifetime."

You chuckled, trailing kisses down her throat, only to find her shirt annoyingly in the way. You pulled it over her head quickly, leaving her nearly bare beneath you.

Your fingers kept massaging her clit as her hips began to lift, searching for more of you.

"We always do missionary," you said, kissing her chest as you tugged her damp underwear down her legs and tossed it somewhere across the room. "Every single time."

"That's hardly a problem," Alexia mumbled, her breath catching just as you positioned the strap against her and slid in easily. "Ooh-"

"fuck, amor-" She closed her eyes, her mouth forming in a perfect o.

You watched her face, completely captivated, as you picked up the pace of your hips, searching for a steady rhythm that wouldn't make the bed knock against the wall, all for your sister's sanity.

"Yeah? I'm that good?" You murmured near her ear, leaning down until your breasts rubbed together; the friction was perfect.

"Si," she nodded, her hand cupping the back of your head to pull you down against her. "V-very good."

You rested your head on her shoulder, your body pressed against her as you kept thrusting. "And you are very sweet to let me know that."

Alexia was so wet, her pussy was snug and warm and perfect around your strap. Suddenly, a pang of guilt hit you; you had been so stressed the night before that you hadn't considered how Alexia was feeling, about how you weren't the only one who had gone two weeks without proper release.

She really deserved this, to be taken care of.

"I'm going to make you cum really nice for me, baby, okay?" You said, your words muffled against her skin. "You truly deserve it."

"Por favor," she whined. "I-I want it-" [Please]

Oh, your poor, patient girl.

"Shh, it's okay" you kissed her temple, gripping her hips to move both of you to the centre of the mattress, where you could move faster without worrying about the bed making a sound. "I've got you, just take it."

Your hips began working faster, driving the strap deeper. Your hand found her clit once again, touching her often until she was a beautiful mess of limbs beneath you.

Without warning, her body went rigid.

She clutched your arm so tightly you knew it would leave marks, her mouth falling open in silence as she orgasmed all over you.

Thankfully, she was able to keep all her noises to herself as she rode out her high, slowly melting into the duvet and finding her way back to you.

You murmured sweet praise into her ear, slowing your pace but not stopping.

You supported yourself on your elbows and looked down at her while your free hand soothed her hip, calming her down, appreciating the view.

Her eyes stayed closed, her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, a tint only her skin ever seemed to take. If you searched hard enough, could you find a lipstick in that same tone? You would love to walk around with a piece of Alexia on your lips.

As you looked at her, you wished to be locked inside the room with Alexia for the rest of the year. No more stupid football, no more stupid shift, no more interruptions, just you, Alexia, and this bed.

Alexia made a sound you couldn't quite comprehend, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"What baby? What did you say?" You asked, pecking her lips.

"It's hurting now," she mumbled, a small pout forming as she gently pushed at your shoulders. "I don't want it anymore, too sensitive."

You swiftly slid the strap out of her and moved to your side, urging her into a cuddle.

She manoeuvred her body close and wrapped her arms around your torso, resting her head on your chest. You fumbled awkwardly with the harness, but managed to pull it off and let the strap fall to the floor.

"You get so clingy after you cum," you teased, your fingers gently massaging her scalp. "It's cute."

"Mm, I learned it from you," she shot back, a trace of a smirk in her voice.

"...you also get very bratty"

"I also learned that from you," she murmured.

You rolled your eyes and looked at the clock.

It was seven now, usually the time Clara woke up on days she didn't have training or games, but given how silent the flat was, she was still sleeping.

"Hey, want to get up for some breakfast?" You asked, looking out the window, right into the face of a cloud that resembled a heart- an anatomically accurate one, of course. "I can make you something."

When Alexia didn't respond, you nudged her side softly. "Hey?"

A (very sleepy) index finger was pressed against your lips, shushing you. "Shh, I want to sleep."

"Sleep?" You said, amused. "It's almost seven o'clock."

Alexia let out a string of incoherent protests that lasted for exactly twenty-seven seconds. You could barely understand what she was saying, but it was something about how she needed ten hours of sleep, and she barely got seven. Poor, poor girl.

"Okay, grumpy..." You said, your hand soothing her back, "sleep."

"But you stay here," she added, her voice clearer this time. "In bed with me. No... studying. No leaving me."

You smiled, letting your hand drift lower to cup her ass. "I'll stay here, capi."

"Don't tease me," she mumbled, pressing her face further into the crook of your neck. "I'm needy."

"You can be needy," you told her. "Just sleep. I'll stay here, promise."

Alexia nodded before letting sleep take her again.

You looked at your bedside time and saw your unfinished Sudoku book.

You placed it against your bent knee and began filling in the grids with one hand, while the other remained tangled in Alexia's hair, keeping up the rhythm of the massage you knew she needed to stay asleep.

Alexia was out for another hour and a half.

When she finally woke up, she still claimed to be tired, so the two of you just stayed in bed, simply enjoying the comfortable silence and the warmth of each other's bodies.

Her thumb was tracing absent-minded circles on your hips when she spoke with a sleepy voice.

"What are you even doing?" She pressed her hands into her eyes. "I thought I said no studying?"

"It's just Sudoku," you replied with furrowed eyebrows. "I'm not studying."

You pressed a kiss to the top of her head while debating whether the third box on the left quadrant was an eight or perhaps a five. You really wanted to finish this page before breakfast, but maybe Alexia wouldn't allow you to.

"Why are you doing it? It's so early", she groaned.

She looked unfairly adorable, all tired and clingy, you wanted to see this version of her every morning... maybe the secret was to make her come as soon as she woke up.

"So I won't suffer from cognitive decline by the time I'm seventy," You answer.

Alexia blinked at you, her hand dropping from her face. "You know you are allowed to say you find it fun, right? It's okay if you like it, I'm not making fun of you for it."

You tilted your head, looking at her, confused.

"But I don't do it for fun. I hate Sudoku... I find it quite tedious." You shrugged. "It's just very good exercise; it uses a lot of different brain regions, you know? Plus, it has numbers, I like numbers."

With a lazy swat, Alexia pushed the book and pen toward the edge of the mattress.

You huffed, but she shut you up by wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you down into the pillow with her.

"If you don't like it, don't do it," she said. "Besides, you were squinting at the page; you probably need glasses."

"Glasses?" You turned to her, feeling slightly offended. "I don't need glasses. My vision is perfect."

"Then why the squinting, doctora?"

"I-I wasn't squinting!" You defended yourself, though you knew you had been, just a bit. "I was just... concentrating, I do that when I'm thinking very hard, it helps me."

"Tsk, tsk... terca," Alexia said, laughing softly and kissing your cheek. [Stubborn]

Then, as if something had caught in her head, her smile vanished, and the comfortable atmosphere of the room suddenly felt fragile.

"Hey," she said, her voice clearer now, more awake. "Do you want me to leave?"

You turned to face her properly, frowning.

The sudden change caught you off guard. "What? What do you mean? Of course not. Why are you asking me that?"

"I mean to give you space," she said, looking up at you with incredibly sleepy eyes. "So you can talk to Clara without me... I don't know, standing in the hallway? I don't want to be the reason things stay awkward between you two."

"Ale, you can stay, bebé," you said tenderly. "You heard her last night; she said it was okay for you to be here."

"Sí, but today is a whole new day..." She argued as she looked at the door. "It must have finally sunk in by now - our whole relationship. I can come back another time, or we can meet up somewhere else."

She looked uncertain. "I don't want to make this harder, yeah? It's just the beginning, and I would really like to be in your sister's good graces."

Your chest ached.

You wanted her to stay, to have breakfast together like a normal couple, to show Clara that this was real and good. But Alexia wasn't wrong. Things did feel different in the light of morning, once the adrenaline had faded and everyone had had a good night's sleep.

What if Clara had only 'agreed' because she was in shock?' What if, like a true Serrajordi sister, she had spent the night letting the voices in her head overthink everything?

"Maybe..." you agreed slowly. "Maybe just for the morning? But we can go out for lunch later? After I talk to her?"

Alexia nodded, a small smile appearing on her face. "That sounds great. If everything goes well, Clara can come with us."

You looked at her, naked in your bed, soft and trusting, and being so incredibly reasonable about your sister. Your heart felt like it was being ripped out of your chest by the pure feeling of affection.

"You know I love you, right?" you asked suddenly. "A lot."

Alexia's eyes widened just a little before she shifted closer, pulling you into a kiss. This one was gentle and unhurried, filled with softness.

It wasn't the first time you had said those words, but you could still count on your fingers how many times the confession had actually slipped past your tongue. It was no secret that you struggled to express certain emotions, especially important ones.

Telling Alexia how you felt during sex was easy; the oxytocin made the words flow effortlessly. But outside that? It was a proper battle... Alexia knew that, and she never once made you feel bad for the silence.

"T'estimo molt, mi sol," she whispered against your lips before pecking you one last time and crawling out of bed. [I love you so much]

You forced yourself not to whine at the loss of her warmth, of how good she had felt pressed against you.

You needed to get up, to start your day, but if Alexia kept looking at you with those soft eyes and speaking so tenderly, you were going to end up keeping her hostage in this room forever.

You got dressed in silence, the two of you moving around each other like you had shared the same bed for years. Alexia gathered her things, stuffing her toiletries back into her overnight bag, and when she was ready, she hesitated at your bedroom door.

"Text me, yeah?" she asked. "Let me know how it goes?"

"Of course," You caught her hand, lacing your fingers through hers. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, amor," Alexia smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "But hey," she continued, her lips still on your skin. "After today, we can just be us, yeah?"

Your heart did somersaults.

"You can spend more time here," you said, your excitement bubbling up. "And I can actually spend more than one night at your house."

"And you," Alexia whispered, her lips trailing from your forehead to your temples until she found your mouth. "You can come to the games. I know you aren't the biggest fan, but Clara and I might have to find a way to motivate you, huh?"

You rolled your eyes playfully but leaned into her kiss. Her lips were soft, as they always were. Her hand held your waist as if it were meant to be there.

You sighed against her, sharing the same breath.

"I'll think about it," you teased.

Alexia took a step back, her eyebrows arching high in challenge.

"Oh, think about it?" she said, mirroring your tone. "I thought you would want to see me with my captain's armband?"

You swallowed hard.

You had seen pictures of her on the rare occasions you checked Instagram. Alexia always looked incredibly hot, especially with sweat and grass clinging to her, but that armband was something else entirely.

You hummed, smirking as you rested your chin on her sternum, looking up at her. "What are the chances of you bringing that armband home?"

Alexia's eyes darkened. "It depends... for what reason?"

"I think you know."

"Look at you," she sighed dramatically. "Assuming things about me. If, and only if, you ask nicely, I'll see what I can do."

"Good," you said. "Then you can wear it for me."

"Wear it for you?" She repeated in a condescending tone. "Are you suddenly interested in seeing me in it?"

"Yes, capi."

Alexia's grin widened, and she lowered her hands to your ass, cupping it before giving it a light smack that certainly shouldn't have got you so... wet.

You gulped, pretending to pay attention to what she was saying.

"You are a mean woman, you know?" she said, repeating her words from last night. "Getting me all worked up right before I have to leave."

It took a lot of effort and restraint to finally pull apart, but eventually, you two managed to look decent enough to open the door.

As soon as you did it, you found Clara standing in the hallway, right in front of your room.

She was in pyjama pants and an old Barça shirt, a mug of coffee in one hand, and under-eye tapes stuck to her face, even though you had told her a hundred times she didn't need them because she was still too young.

You stared at her, and Clara stared back. There was definitely something awkward going on, and you felt out of place in your own home. You were about to offer her a quick good morning, but Clara beat you to it,

"Oh, hi! Clara said. "I was just about to knock. I need to talk to you two."

You and Alexia exchanged a look, one mixed with confusion and a little fear.

Alexia smiled, looking as composed as ever. "Oh, I was just leaving. You can have your sister all to yourself, Serra."

"You're not leaving," Clara said firmly, but then she remembered exactly who she was talking to and her posture loosened. "...if that's okay, capi? I really want to talk."

Alexia didn't look at you when she shrugged and followed Clara into the kitchen. You trailed behind them, your heart hammering nervously.

Was that it? Was this the moment Clara was going to say she hated having Alexia around and demanded you to break up with her?

The kitchen was bright with morning sun, making the green counter you and Clara had painted yourselves look particularly cosy.

Clara had clearly been up for a while; there was a fresh pot of coffee, and two extra mugs waiting on the counter, as if she had been counting the minutes for you two to leave the room.

She poured coffee for you and Alexia without asking, then gestured to the small table.

You don't just pour coffee for people you are about to kick out, right? You thought to yourself.

Clara placed the mugs at each seat and looked at both.

You must have looked stupid because she added awkwardly, "Mhmm... you can sit, you know?"

"Oh, yeah.. of course," Alexia nodded, taking a seat, you followed, your knee brushing hers under the table.

Clara settled across from you, her hands wrapped around her mug. For a moment, she just looked at you, like she was assessing the situation, and then she took a deep breath.

"I'm obviously okay with you two being together... I just have rules."

"Rules?" Alexia repeated slowly.

"Oh," you said carefully. "...Okay?"

"Rule number one, and we have already talked about it, but I'm going to repeat myself." Clara's face was serious. "Please, do not have sex with an unlocked door. Ever. I am begging you. I'll knock every time, obviously, but... just to make sure it never happens again."

Your face immediately went hot, and Alexia nearly choked on her coffee.

"Clara, if we had known you were coming home, we would have-"

"I know! Clara cut you off. "I'm just asking for you to lock it every time you are in the flat, whether I'm home or not," and then, as if to make herself clear. "Lock the door. Every time. Please."

"We will," you managed. "Yeah... of course. Don't worry about that."

"Okay. Second rule." Clara looked at Alexia. "You're welcome here, anytime. I mean that. But please, keep the physical stuff to yourselves, yeah? I really don't want to see a lot of pda."

"PDA?" Alexia asked, tilting her head in confusion. "What's that?"

"Public display of affection," you mumbled.

"Oh," Alexia nodded slowly. "Right. Okay."

"And definitely no sex on the sofa," Clara continued. "Or in the kitchen. Or-" She slapped her hand on the table, and the mugs rattled lightly. "Never on this table. Please. I eat here."

"Clara!" You wanted the floor to swallow you whole. "Do you think we are animals?! Of course we wouldn't-"

"I don't know what you would do!" Clara said, her voice pitching higher. "I didn't know you would be dating my captain! I don't know anything anymore!"

Beside you, Alexia was biting her lip, clearly fighting the urge to laugh. You really admired her ability to find amusement in the worst situations a human could ever experience, like this one.

"Can we please stop talking about this?" you pleaded, hiding your face in your hands. "I think you've made your point."

"No, not yet." Clara took a gulp of coffee. "Just... try to keep your sex lives to yourselves. Please. I'm a child."

"You are almost eighteen-"

"I'm a baby!" Clara insisted. "A baby who doesn't need to know anything about what you two do behind closed doors."

"Noted," Alexia said quickly, her voice awfully neutral as if she just wanted to get this over with. "Anything else?"

Clara's expression softened slightly. "If you two ever go out to dinner... maybe you could bring me back some takeout? Like, if you're getting food?"

You blinked, completely caught off guard. "...That's a rule?"

"It's more like a request," Clara corrected. "I'm just saying...if you're going to be all couple-y and go on dates, I should at least get free food out of it.

Despite the embarrassment, you allowed yourself to smile. "Alright, we can do that."

"Good." Clara was quiet for a moment, staring into her coffee, and when she spoke again, her voice was smaller. "And... mana?"

"Yeah?"

"I know Alexia is like, very special now, in your life." Clara looked up. "But you can't stop loving me, okay? You're still my sister first."

Oh.

Oh.

"Clara-" Your voice cracked, and you reached across the table, grabbing her hand. "Bebé, no. Never. You are always going to be my priority."

"You promise?"

"Of course, I promise," you said firmly, squeezing her hand. "And nothing changes that... you are my little sister. You come first."

Alexia's hand found your knee under the table, and when you glanced at her, she was looking at Clara with something soft in her expression.

"She is right," Alexia said quietly. "You're her sister, Serra. That doesn't change just because I'm here now."

There was just a small moment of silence.

"Okay, good," Clara said, nodding to herself, and pulling her hand back. She sat up straighter. "Because I already have enough abandonment issues; I don't need you getting all wrapped up in your girlfriend and forgetting I exist."

"That's never going to happen, silly," you said, reaching out and ruffling her head, something that always annoyed her.

"Okay, stop it," she said, pouting, smoothing her hair down. "Well... good talk. I feel better now."

"Yeah?" you asked.

"Yeah," Clara replied. "I'm still traumatised from last night, but... I'll get over it. Probably. Eventually... someday when I'm fifty."

Alexia blushed, scratching the back of her head. "Th-that's fair."

You watched them, something warm unfurling in your chest, something good and light. Something you never wanted to let go of.

Clara stood up.

"I'm going back to bed. I didn't sleep well because every time I closed my eyes, I saw-" She shuddered. "Never mind. I'm going to lie down, and when I wake up, we are never talking about this again."

"Great plan," you nodded.

Clara started toward the hallway, then paused, looking at the floor, avoiding Alexia's eyes.

"Oh, and capi?"

"Sí, Serra?"

"It seems like my sister really likes you," she said, "Like... a stupid lot. So... please, hm, don't hurt her. She'll be very sad if you do, and I don't want that to happen."

Alexia's expression went completely tender. "I won't, I promise you that."

Clara nodded and disappeared down the hall into her room. You and Alexia sat in silence for a moment, but Alexia couldn't contain herself.

"So... you really like me a stupid lot?" Alexia teased, her eyebrows rising.

You shoved her shoulder playfully, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Oh, shut up."

"Clara said it, not me," she said. "I'm just... quoting the source, double-checking...?"

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You can leave now, yeah? You are being annoying."

"Mhmm, I think I'll stay," Alexia countered as she caught your hand, pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head. "I also like you a stupid lot, just so you know."

You took a sip of your coffee, shoulders pressed against hers as you smiled into the hot liquid.

"The table thing was excessive, though," you said.

"Was it?" Alexia's eyes filled with amusement. "Because I seem to remember you saying something a few weeks ago about the kitchen counter-"

You clapped a hand over her mouth fast. "Clara's just down the hall! She will hear you!" You whispered. "And then you won't be welcomed here anymore."

Alexia's laugh was muffled against your palm.

She looked at you over your hands... she really liked to make you flush.

..

A few weeks had passed since Clara found out about the relationship, and let's just say Alexia was feeling... guilty.

You and Alexia were officially a couple. No more hiding, no more pretending, but you were still taking baby steps when it came to letting the whole world know. You weren't a public figure, and you really valued your privacy.

Alexia had told her mum, sister, and her close friends (the locker room included) that she was seeing someone, and she had casually mentioned that someone was a doctor, but hadn't disclosed your name or your relationship with Clara yet.

Unfortunately, thanks to Clara, that didn't last long, not that anyone was surprised.

It wasn't that Alexia didn't want the girls to know, she just wanted to break the news bit by bit.

She knew exactly how they were.

Once she admitted she was dating you, two things were guaranteed: one, they would tease Alexia relentlessly for dating a teammate's sister; and two, they would annoy her nonstop until she introduced you.

So when Clara accidentally (or not) let it slip that Alexia had slept over at her place, the team was thoroughly confused. What the hell was Alexia doing there? But then, very bluntly, Clara mentioned Alexia had been there with her sister... you.

Alexia had never, never in a million years, been teased this much.

It was like she couldn't step into a room without feeling like a thirteen-year-old girl all over again.

Patri only had to raise her eyebrows for Alexia to turn into a tomato while Pina chimed in with a smirk that she only used when she was about to tease the hell out of someone.

"Oh, you slept over? Is that why you have been in such a good mood lately?"

That made Alexia flush so much she felt her whole face growing hot, while Clara pulled a visibly nauseated face in the corner of the locker room.

But Alexia wasn't the only target of the teasing, and that was the real problem.

Sporadically, the girls would nudge Clara, asking how it felt to be the captain's sister-in-law, or whether it was weird to wake up and find Alexia in her living room.

Things escalated during a post-game celebration, when alcohol was very much involved.

One of the girls asked Clara (far too loudly) if it was awkward knowing that the Spanish national team captain was fucking her sister.

Needless to say, Alexia gave Mapi and a few other girls a legendary earful for the careless comment. She tried to talk to Clara about it afterwards, but by then the kid had already walked away with Aicha.

Clara was trying to handle it well. The rest of the team was not.

Even for someone as easy-going as Clara, the relentless teasing was becoming too much, and Alexia certainly didn't appreciate the borderline sexual jokes involving you.

After giving everyone a very stern talk a few too many times - Captain's voice on - about respecting Clara and you, Alexia had an idea.

The kid was having a hard time and, technically, it was Alexia's fault.

She was the one who had disrupted Clara's family dynamics out of nowhere, so it felt only right that she be the one to fix it, right?

When her mami mentioned casually over dinner that a friend's dog had just had a litter, Alexia's plan just clicked into place.

Puppies were cute and fluffy, they wagged their tail and sat on command! It was exactly what Clara needed to be happy again, something good to come out of this whole situation.

The next morning, Alexia was driving to your flat with a tiny golden retriever puppy tucked safely inside a travel box.

She had even tied a silk pink bow around the puppy's neck to make her even cuter. Alexia smiled as she drove... Clara was going to be so happy that she wouldn't even remember Mapi's or Pina's jokes.

What Alexia hadn't anticipated, however, was you.

After parking the car, she got out of the driver's seat and carefully lifted the travel box, putting her hand inside at a weird angle to pat the small creature inside.

"Hey chiquita," Alexia murmured in a baby's voice. "Want to go meet your family? They are my family too, and I think you are going to love them." [Little girl]

The puppy blinked at her.

"No need to worry!" Alexia continued. "Clara is the sweetest girl ever...She is going to be an amazing mami to you."

Another blink.

Alexia sighed, struck in the chest by a sudden feeling of cute aggression.

"Ugh," she muttered. "I want to keep you to myself now."

Alexia walked up the stairs, got to your floor and knocked on the door.

She hadn't said she was coming, but she knew you were at home studying, and Clara wasn't supposed to be at the training centre.

Clara was the one who opened the door, and her face flickered with surprise when she saw Alexia standing there.

"Oh! Hi, Ale!" she said, but then smiled. "Come on in, I'll call my sister."

"Wait," Alexia stopped her. "Let me give you something first."

Before Clara could even ask what, Alexia brought the travel box out from behind her back and held it towards Clara.

She was expecting a few sentimental tears, or just a small, happy little hop, but in reality, Clara let out a high-pitched, absolutely piercing scream; it was so loud it wiped the smile right off Alexia's face in surprise. [ :D → :( ]

In a matter of seconds, Clara had grabbed the box, opened it and pulled the puppy out, dropping both of them on the living room rug. She was rolling around, holding the puppy up as if she had just won a billion dollars.

"Oh my god! You got a puppy now?" Clara cried. "Awnt!! And this bow!? I'm going to explode!."

"Well..." Alexia laughed nervously, glancing towards the hallways. "She's actually your puppy."

Clara, once again, screamed, and Alexia feared the neighbours were going to call the cops. That second scream was what finally dragged you out of your room.

"What the fuck is happening?! I'm trying to study!" you asked grumpily, already halfway down the hall, your voice softening when you saw Ale. "Oh! Hi amor, what are you-"

You froze mid-sentence, stopping dead in your tracks, your eyes narrowing as they landed on the fluff-ball in your sister's arms. "Is... is that a dog?"

"Yes! I got her for Clara," Alexia smiled happily, almost proud. "Isn't she the cutest thing you have ever seen?"

Clara immediately stopped playing, her smile faltered as she looked up at you carefully, instinctively putting the small dog behind her back, shielding her from your eyes.

"No," you said fatly. "Absolutely not."

Alexia was confused.

"..No? What do you mean, no? Yes, it's Clara's now! And well... yours too, of course."

"No," you repeated, more stern now. "Clara, give it back to Alexia; she's going to return it to whoever she got it from."

"Give her back?!" Clara gasped, taking the puppy from behind her and clutching the dog to her chest, pouting as the dog began to lick her chin. "But I love her... we've bonded already!"

"Give her back, mi amor?" Alexia asked; she clearly wasn't understanding what was happening. "But... she has a big pink bow! Look at her, don't you see? She is adorable!"

"She's my child," Clara insisted. "You can't do that, you cant separate us!"

"She's so cute," Alexia added helplessly, trying to soften your heart that seemingly went cold. "If you talk to her, she blinks like she understands you! She is super smart... a-and she's chubby!"

You rubbed your face; it was only two in the afternoon, but you looked completely tired already, and a headache was already pounding at the back of your head.

"No! And Clara, you know damn well I'm terrified of dogs."

And just like that, Alexia froze.

"You are?!" She blurted out. "You never told me that"

"Yes!" you said defensively, your heart beating faster now. "One bit me when I was five, I-I can't even look at one! They have big teeth, and they are aggressive and-"

Alexia frowned, then looked down at the puppy, as if trying to reconcile it with every single characteristic you were describing.

She gently took the puppy from Clara and stepped closer to you.

You immediately stepped back. Alexia took another step, and you hit the living room wall.

"Big teeth, bebé?" Alexia asked softly. "Look, she barely has any!" And to prove her point, she gently nudged the puppy's mouth open to show you the tiny teeth.

"And where exactly did this dog bite you?" she continued, curious." I've never seen any scars?"

"Right on the inside of my thigh," you shot back, eyes closed, refusing to look at the beast. "It was very bad, I had to get stitches and a rabies shot!"

"I have spent a lot of time inside your tight," Alexia said, confused. "And I have never seen any scars!"

"Well, maybe because you weren't exactly looking for one, Alexia," you snapped. "But it's there."

"Ew!" Clara yelled, taking a step towards Alexia just to cover the puppy's ear. "Stop talking about that, my child is listening!"

"Look, she just wants to lick you," Alexia said very tenderly, ignoring Clara and nudging her gently to the side.

"She's very docile, mi sol." She moved closer, tilting the dog towards you. "Look, she's just a baby, see?"

Before you could run away, the puppy's damp and warm nose brushed against the skin of your forearm, and the reaction was visceral. Your breathing stopped, and your entire body started to shake; you felt like you were being chased by a bear by the way your heart was beating.

"Put it away right now," you choked out as you trembled. "Alexia, put it away. Alexia. Now. I'm not kidding, take it away from me."

Alexia halted all her movements when she saw your reaction, the way you were shaking, how there were real tears in your eyes

"Oh... you really are scared," she said in a small voice

"Of course I am!" you snapped, your fear mixing with anger. "Can't you see? J-just take it somewhere else!"

Alexia opened her mouth, but she didn't have a chance to speak. You practically bolted towards your bedroom, slamming the door shut.

The captain stood in the centre of the living room, and the puppy suddenly didn't seem such a joyful gift anymore.

She looked at Clara, and her expression was one of guilt.

"I'm sorry, Serra. I messed up. I think... I think I have to take the dog back."

"What?! No!" The younger girl's voice cracked, as tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked at Alexia as if she had betrayed her. "You can't do that to me, Alexia! First, you take my sister, and now you are taking my puppy?"

"Clara," Alexia began, trying to sound reasonable. "Your sister just hyperventilated when the puppy touched her arm."

"I don't care!" Clara got up quickly and practically snatched the puppy out of Alexia's arms and ran towards her own room. "She is mine now, you can't just do that! Give someone a puppy just to take it back!"

And then... boom. Another door slam.

Two, just this afternoon, Alexia was keeping count.

Alexia found herself alone, surrounded by what she thought would be a perfect afternoon.

To her right side, a teenager was crying because she was scared she was going to lose her new puppy. To her left, you were probably trying to calm yourself after Alexia just made you stand face to face with your biggest fear.

Apparently, a person couldn't get everything right, but Alexia certainly could get it all wrong.

Alexia took a deep breath. Okay.

She was okay. She just needed to focus. Regroup with... herself?

Alexia had been through the worst.

She had played through decisive matches, Olympics, World Cups and Champions Leagues. She could easily resolve this situation the same way she resolved everything in her life: with tactics and logic and a clear mind.

Right now, Clara was the most stable one out of the two of you.

She was scared to lose the puppy, but as long as she had it in her room, she would be fine. You, on the other hand, had been flushed deep red and were struggling for air just a few minutes ago, so Alexia decided to assess you first.

Ale knew you well enough to know this would be a challenge, but she didn't back down from any challenges, not even the ones that made her want to turn around and run.

Alexia was the one who started this mess; she was going to be the one to fix it.

She knocked on your door; she already knew the answer, but she asked anyway.

"Mi sol? Can I come in?"

Alexia's lips moved, silently mimicking your response before you even spoke.

"No. Go away."

Alexia let out a sharp puff of air. She could sense, by your voice, that you were crying, and she didn't think she had what it took to handle this. The brunette had seen you angry, sad, and happy, but she had never seen you cry.

The sound of it made her chest contract so painfully, she wondered if there was a pathological reason for it. Surely guilt couldn't feel this physical.

Alexia opened the door anyway; she hadn't heard the click when you ran inside, she knew it wasn't locked.

You were sitting on the bed with your back against the headboard, your hands covering your eyes. When you looked up, your expression had hardened instantly, hiding how you were feeling.

You wore a proper mask. Alexia never wished for you to direct it to her again.

"Mi bebé, perdon," Alexia said, her eyebrows knitting together as guilt made home in her chest. It probably wouldn't find another place to stay anytime soon. "I didn't know. I swear, I didn't know you were that scared of dogs."

"Can you just go?" you said sharply, trying to wipe your face quickly; your gaze was fixed anywhere in the room but on her. "Go, now. Please. I-I'll call you later, and we can talk."

Alexia didn't move. She stayed at the edge of the bed, watching you as you turned away, the tears kept falling, no matter how hard you tried to stop them.

"I don't want to talk later," The captain said, her voice soft, the softest tone she had ever heard coming from her. "I just want to hold you, sí? You are crying."

"I'm not crying!" You snapped, giving her a very pointed look while a tear rolled down your cheek. "I was crying because the dog startled me, but I'm-I'm not anymore. I'm okay now."

Alexia really wondered how long you could persist with that façade up. She didn't want to test your limits or to push you; she simply couldn't bear to see you this upset, even if you were too stubborn to admit how shaken you were.

She climbed onto the bed, moving very delicately.

"No," you insisted as she came closer. "Ale, just go!"

Alexia didn't reply, simply settling beside you, but not too close so you wouldn't feel crowded.

You deliberately turned your face away, a pout on your lips, one that she knew you were trying to hide, but was failing. You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, but that didn't stop Alexia.

"Come here," she said softly; it wasn't a command as much as it wasn't an invitation.

Her hand slid around your shoulder, drawing you toward her. At first, you were as rigid as concrete, your muscles fighting against her pull, but slowly, you allowed yourself to be tucked against her chest.

"Yes," she said, kissing the top of your head. "Just like that."

"I don't need a hug!" You protested.

"I know," she said calmly, using the tone she knew worked on you. "I'm hugging you because I want to, not because you need one."

"I'm not crying," you said once again, hiding your face in the crook of her neck while her palm rested on the back of your head. "I'm just... upset an-and when I'm upset I-I-"

"You cry," Alexia finished for you. "Like any other person in the world."

"Y-you brought a d-dog here, and I'm scared of them," you said, taking a deep breath as you pulled back slightly, looking at her through tear-filled eyes.

"And now Clara is going to be miserable because of me and this stupid fear! A-and she has never even had a dog before! Why would you bring a dog!?"

"I just wanted to make something nice for her," Alexia murmured, voice filled with regret, as her shoulder dropped.

"Then you should have bought her socks," you snapped. "Or literally anything else! Anything but an animal."

"I messed up, I know it," Alexia swallowed. "And I'm sorry. I should have checked with you first and asked if it was okay."

"I-im just... " Your voice cracked, the anger leaving your body. "I'm very scared."

Your cheeks were incredibly red, your eyes so watery and pout so deep that Alexia couldn't help herself. She lifted her hand slowly before cupping your face, her thumb brushing gently over your skin.

She had never seen you like this, so open and vulnerable. You looked younger, smaller. And hated that she was the reason.

"I'm sorry," she repeated, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Little by little, you began to relax against her, the tension in your body loosening until you were properly melted against Alexia's chest.

"I didn't know you had a phobia," she said after a few moments in silence, waiting for you to calm down.

"It's not a phobia," you corrected quickly as she wiped the tears from your face.

"I mean, I can look and interact with dogs from a safe distance. But only if I prepare myself." You sniffed. "I don't cross the street just because there's a dog outside. I just didn't expect to walk into one in my living room, that's all."

Alexia's mind was already a mile away.

She couldn't stand seeing you cry like that, not over anything, and yet, Clara's face kept flashing through her mind, too. The way her eyes had lit up when she had seen the dog, the excitement....

Alexia groaned to herself. She hated that those two things were colliding, hated that you were scared of dogs, and hated that Clara loved her puppy so much, and most important of all. hated that she was the cause of the collision.

"Maybe," you started, your voice trembling but steadier than before. "M-maybe the dog can stay, but only i-if she is well-trained. We can get a dog specialist, or a trainer...I don't know. They can teach her to be calm, or-or else I'll stay scared, and I don't w-want that. I can get used to her, just...bit by bit.

"My love," Alexia said, shaking her head. "Maybe it's better if the dog stays at my house instead. Clara can see her whenever she wants, and you won't have to be nervous in your own home every day."

"No," you said quickly, sniffing back the last few tears. "I-I will get used to her. I told you, it's not really a phobia, I just get... very nervous." You pressed yourself deeper into Alexia's body. "And I don't want Clara to lose her dog because of me."

Alexia studied your face, searching for any signs of doubt or hesitation, but she found none.

She sighed, leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips. "Okay, mi sol," she murmured. "If you think that's the right decision."

"It is," you said. "I know it is."

Alexia smiled fairly against your hair, half proud and half worried.

You truly were the most stubborn person she had ever met, and she loved you intensely for it.

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A/n: I hope you guys liked it <3