Arms - Alexia Putellas

Summary: You have a little bit of an obsession with Alexia's arms.

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Alexia's strength isn't something she has to show off. It's just there.

A quiet power in the way she moved, a natural ease to everything she did that made you forget how strong she actually was—until it became impossible not to notice.

Like when you were struggling with the damn tomato sauce jar.

You were trying to twist the lid off, hands slippery with the effort, your fingers aching from the grip. You were muttering to yourself in frustration when you felt her presence behind you, that calm energy wrapping around you.

"Me da aquí [give me]," Alexia's voice had been soft, casual, but she didn't wait for an answer.

Before you could blink, she took the jar from your hand with a gentle smile, her fingers curling around it with effortless strength. In one smooth motion, the lid was off, and she handed it back to you as if she hadn't done anything impressive at all.

But then she was standing close, her body warm against yours as she leaned in to place the jar on the counter next to you.

You could feel the strength in her arms as she braced herself there, her biceps flexing slightly, and your breath had caught in your throat for a moment.

It was a quiet, everyday moment, but there was something about the way she towered over you, her strong arms framing your body on either side, that made your heart skip a beat.

She didn't even have to say anything, just stood there with her usual calm smile, eyes watching you with that subtle intensity.

She had been casual, sure, but she knew exactly what she was doing.

The space between you felt charged with a thousand unspoken words, and all you could do was blink, trying to get your breath back as you focused on the task at hand.

Pasta. Right.

Alexia didn't need to flex or show off. The way she moved, the way she was just naturally there, strong, effortless—drove you insane.

She made everything seem like it was nothing at all. Like she'd been doing this her entire life—being the calm, confident person everyone could look up to.

She had a way of making you feel both safe and a little weak all at once.

And you had loved it.

It wasn't until she turned to leave, the light touch of her hand grazing your arm as she walked away, that you realised you had been holding your breath the entire time.

– You were standing on your tiptoes, trying—and failing—to balance the heavy box against your knees while reaching for the shelf. It just wasn't happening. You grunted, trying to get a better grip, but the box was too heavy, and you were getting frustrated.

Then, you heard footsteps. Alexia walked into the room, looking casual as always. She paused for a moment, watching your struggle, then glanced at the box without saying a word.

"Me dejas? [Let me?]" she asked, her voice calm, almost lazy, as if she'd done this a thousand times before, which, knowing her, she probably had.

Before you could even protest, she stepped in, slipping one arm under the box and lifting it without breaking a sweat. The ease with which she did it was almost ridiculous, like it was nothing at all.

You just watched, still a little stunned, as Alexia placed the box on top of the shelf with a simple shrug. There was no grand gesture, no big show of effort—just the quiet, casual strength that Alexia always seemed to carry with her.

"Better?" she asked, not even looking at you as she turned to leave. Her tone was teasing, but there was something so effortless in the way she said it.

You blinked, still a little dazed. "I... I was fine," you muttered, not really sure what else to say.

Alexia flashed a quick grin over her shoulder. "Sure you were," she said, the smirk on her lips giving away just how much she enjoyed being the one to step in. She didn't wait for an answer; she just casually walked out, leaving you standing there, both impressed and slightly in awe.

She was strong, no doubt about it. But she was also so damn casual about it that it somehow made everything feel even more effortless.

– You had been determined. You really had. But moving the sofa by yourself? Yeah, that wasn't going to happen.

With every failed attempt, the sofa seemed to grow heavier. After a few more pushes, grunts, and unsuccessful tugs, you had groaned in frustration and collapsed dramatically onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling as if the universe itself were in on the joke.

Your breath had come in short bursts, and you were just about to give up when Alexia walked in, laundry basket in her arms. She had paused for a second, her eyes quickly scanning the room before landing on you.

"What's this?" she had asked, amusement clear in her tone. Her eyes had flickered over to the sofa, and she had smiled like she had been expecting this. "You're doing it all wrong."

You had raised an eyebrow, half annoyed and half impressed. "I'm doing it the only way I can," you had muttered, a little embarrassed at how badly you had underestimated the sofa.

Without another word, Alexia glanced down at the laundry basket in her arms. She hadn't even bothered setting it down first.

In one smooth, effortless motion, she had slid an arm under the sofa as if it had been a piece of paper and moved it to the side, just the few inches necessary.

You had watched, slack-jawed, as Alexia had easily lifted the heavy sofa as though it were nothing more than a toy.

Her muscles had flexed, her arms pulling with such power that it had seemed unreal. The way her biceps had rippled as she moved it into place had made it look so casual, like she had just been repositioning a pillow, not a solid, heavy piece of furniture.

Alexia hadn't broken a sweat, hadn't even seemed to be trying. She had just moved with this fluid, quiet confidence, as if lifting furniture had been a normal

part of her day. She had adjusted the sofa with a quick flick of her wrist, putting it exactly where you had been trying to get it, perfectly aligned.

"There," she had said, glancing over her shoulder. Her voice had been light, almost teasing, but still warm. "All better."

You had sat up, still trying to process what you'd just witnessed. You had blinked a few times, mouth slightly agape, but words had seemed to fail you.

Alexia had set the laundry basket down on the counter with a soft sigh, completely unfazed by the small show of strength she had just put on. She had turned back to you, the same playful smirk on her lips.

"I... I can't believe you just did that," you had mumbled, feeling a mix of admiration and awe.

Alexia's expression had softened slightly, a small smile curling at the corners of her mouth. She had leaned down, her hand resting briefly on your shoulder, the warmth of her touch grounding and familiar.

"You don't need to do everything yourself, amor," she had said softly, a quiet tenderness that spoke volumes despite her usual casualness.

You had just blinked up at her, stunned by the calmness with which Alexia handled everything.

Her strength wasn't just physical—it was in how she approached life: easy, effortless, without ever needing to prove it to anyone. She had this way of being powerful without ever making a show of it, always putting others at ease.

"You've got to stop making everything look so easy," you had said, still trying to shake off the disbelief.

Alexia had just shrugged, picking up a few socks and tossing them into the laundry basket. "It's nothing," she had said casually, not even acknowledging the gravity of what she'd just done. "Just a sofa."

And just like that, she had walked off to the next thing, leaving you sitting there, completely taken aback, with nothing to do but stare at the perfectly placed sofa.

– You were standing in front of the TV, arms crossed, a slight pout on your lips. Alexia was completely absorbed in the Barça game, eyes glued to the screen, leaning forward slightly as the players made their moves.

You shifted from foot to foot, trying to catch her attention. It had been hours of rewatching the same match, and while Alexia loved football, you were getting a little bit tired of being ignored.

"Amor," you said, trying to sound cute, but it came out more like a gentle whine. "You have been rewatching games all day."

Alexia didn't look up from the TV, barely even acknowledging your comment. She just grunted softly, eyes still tracking the ball on the screen. "I'm working, I need to see what we did wrong," she murmured, her voice casual but firm.

You sighed dramatically, blocking her view on purpose, hoping for some kind of reaction. "Well, I want attention," you said, placing your hands on your hips.

Alexia finally rolled her eyes, clearly done with the playful game of ignoring. She let out a soft sigh, as if inconvenienced, and then casually set the remote down on the coffee table.

Without a second thought, she got up from the sofa, moving smoothly as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Okay, okay," she muttered, an affectionate smirk on her lips.

Then, in one swift motion, Alexia scooped you up from behind, effortlessly lifting you off the ground like you weighed nothing.

There was no warning, no struggle, just a quick and smooth movement that left you blinking in surprise.

"Alexia, what—" you began, but the sentence was cut short as Alexia easily positioned you on her lap, settling back onto the sofa with you now securely in her arms, sitting comfortably on her thighs.

"Better now?" Alexia said, sounding completely unbothered, her voice as smooth and relaxed as if she hadn't just lifted someone like they were a child.

You could only blink, stunned by how easily Alexia had moved you. Your body fit perfectly in her lap, her arms draped casually around you. "You're ridiculous," you muttered, still trying to process what had just happened.

Alexia chuckled softly, resting her chin on top of your head, fingers absentmindedly running through your hair. "You wanted attention. You got it," she said, her voice warm but also teasing.

She turned her attention back to the game, clearly unfazed by the interruption, as if picking you up and putting you on her lap was just part of the routine.

The quiet comfort of it all settled around you, and for once, you didn't mind that the game was back on—you had everything you needed right where you were.

– It was one of those rare, peaceful days when nothing seemed urgent. The two of you were sprawled out on the sofa, enjoying the quiet.

Alexia was sitting with her arm resting on the back of the sofa, her bicep flexing slightly as she adjusted herself, leaning into the cushions. Her arm, strong and defined, was just within your reach.

You couldn't help but notice how beautiful Alexia looked.

The way the muscles in her arm shifted under the skin when she moved, the way the soft light from the window made her skin glow. It was like an invitation—one you couldn't resist.

Without thinking, you reached out and, with a playful grin, lightly bit Alexia's arm.

Alexia froze for a moment, her eyes snapping to you, who had an almost mischievous sparkle in your eyes. You pulled away just enough to glance up at her.

"Amor," Alexia started, voice a mix of surprise and amusement, "what the hell was that?"

You shrugged casually, looking back down at her arm like it was the most natural thing in the world. "You just looked so good," you said, a little smirk playing on your lips. "I couldn't help it."

Alexia's brows raised, a laugh escaping her lips. "You're telling me you bit me because I look good?"

"Yep," you confirmed with a grin, leaning back into the sofa, completely unapologetic. "Your arms are just—well, they're irresistible."

Alexia looked at her arm and then back at you, eyes glinting with amusement. "You're lucky you're cute," she muttered, rubbing the spot where you had bitten her, though there was no real force behind the gesture. "But if you're gonna bite me, you better make it worth my while."

You tilted your head, pretending to consider it. "Well, maybe next time I'll go for a more... dramatic bite."

Alexia's eyes flickered with a hint of challenge. "You better."

And then, in one smooth motion, Alexia pulled you into her lap, trapping you there with her strong arms.

"But," she said softly, her voice low and teasing, "now you're stuck with me. And I think you've just earned yourself some payback."

Your heart raced as Alexia's grip tightened ever so slightly, pulling you closer. "We'll see about that", you murmured, your playful grin still in place as you rested your head against Alexia's chest.

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