(+18) Clair de Lune - Mariona Caldentey

Summary: Mariona plays the piano, and turns out she's very good with her fingers.

Warnings: (+18) smut, fingering (r receiving).

a/n: guys, the beginning is a bit melancholic, but I promise the smut is there at the end. - I finished writing this beauty on June 2nd (draft).

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Mariona was a player for Barcelona. Was, as in the past.

Mariona had received a proposal from Arsenal a few months ago to play for the English club. It was a two-year contract. It was a hard decision, one that kept Mariona up at night, one that made her feel like she was not only betraying her club, but herself as well.

Mariona had loyalty to Barcelona. She would bleed for the club, which she has countless times on the pitch, but she also knew she wasn't getting the time she needed to keep a steady position in the squad.

It wasn't like Barcelona was mistreating her, or making her feel less, it was just that too many new names were growing in the team, and as the seasons passed, it felt like more and more Mariona didn't have the minutes she so much needed in order to be called up to national camp.

So she signed the contract with Arsenal, but first, she decided to talk with her teammates, especially Alexia, Marta and Irene.

The conversation was good, but weird. Mariona felt the same thing for Barcelona as the three veterans did, but they would never do what Mariona was doing; changing clubs was out of the question for them. She didn't feel judged, but she didn't feel understood either.

They were her dear friends, her loyal teammates, and nothing would change that (they made sure Mariona knew it), but still, it was different.

England was different, too.

Too cold, too humid, too much rain, too little sun.

The food was different. Not bad, necessarily, but they didn't use the same ingredients, didn't have the same spices.

When Mariona went to the grocery store, it felt like the fruits, even though they were the same as those from Spain, tasted different, as if they didn't grow on the same soil, as if their trees didn't know the same worms.

It felt lonely, at times. Most times, really.

The girls in the team were nice, but they didn't know what it was like to grow in the sun, didn't know what it was like to comb for seashells on Mediterranean beaches.

Laia's presence was comforting, though. She was a few years younger, but it was good to have a former Barcelona friend with her. If it wasn't for Laia, Mariona wouldn't have come to London.

Shared loneliness was a little more gentle on the heart and on the body.

But then, a new signing came. Y/n.

She was a shy girl, very shy. Her play style matched that. She wasn't aggressive in her defences, she preferred to think ahead rather than wait for the opposition's strikes to get too close.

Y/n didn't talk to Mariona when she first came on her first day of training. She didn't talk to anyone really, so Mariona knew it wasn't intentional.

The next day, she opened up a bit more, told a bit about her own story, and her last club, Wolfsburg.

Mariona had played a good number of games against Wolfsburg, but she couldn't quite remember the girl.

A week passed, and then two. Mariona and Y/n had just shared a couple of words, but nothing more.

One day after winning one of the trophies from the league, Renée had called everyone to dinner at a private bistro. It was one with international food, so after long months, Mariona felt at home as she shared paella with her teammates. Vic, Daphne and Renée were also happy to eat goulash.

Mariona was too entertained in a conversation with Laia and Katie to notice how the girls from the other side of the table were slightly shoving Y/n to the other side of the bistro. At first, Mariona didn't understand why, but then she realised: a piano.

Mariona hadn't noticed it was there before, but it made sense, it was turned to her back.

Y/n walked over, Leah by her side, slightly pushing her with a hand on her back. The girl sat in front of the piano as Leah made her way back.

Leah sat on her chair and said, "Go on, play for us! You can't expect to tell us you play piano and then not play."

Mariona lifted her eyebrows and looked at the girls. For a moment, they shared a look, but then Mariona looked away. She didn't know the girl played piano; she knew Leah did, and that she was good. But not that Y/n did. She didn't remember that being brought up in any conversation, but again, Mariona wasn't the best at locker room conversation.

Y/n looked uncomfortable to be put in the spotlight, her cheeks were flushed, just slightly. If you didn't know she was easily embarrassed, you wouldn't even notice it.

"I don't know what to play," the girl said in a small voice, but already adjusting her posture to get ready to play.

"Just anything," Kyra said. "Honestly, most of us don't even know the difference between two notes, don't be too nervous."

"Yeah," Katie said. "We'll probably clap at whatever... noise you make."

The team laughed at Katie and watched Y/n, waiting for her to begin, but she still looked nervous.

"Why don't you play Clair de Lune?" Mariona suggested from her seat. She knew it was a fairly common song known by piano players; she had learned it when she was eight.

It was a calm, soft-paced song.

The girl looked at Mariona as if a little surprised that she had mentioned anything.

Y/n nodded, looked down at the piano, and carefully began playing the notes Mariona knew too well.

She was beautiful, Mariona noticed. She wasn't sure if it was Debussy's fault, though. Everyone looked pretty while playing his song.

Maybe it wasn't the song, or the piano, because when Y/n finished and went back to the table as everybody clapped, she continued to be more beautiful than ever.

England seemed a bit warmer now, even in the middle of December.

..

The piano had brought them close together. After dinner, Mariona waited until everyone had left and, very carefully, approached Y/n, who was waiting for a cab.

"You were good," she said. "On the piano, very good."

The girl looked up from the pavement to Mariona, holding her purse as if it was grounding her. She looked less nervous now, which was good. "Thank you, I learned it when I was a kid."

That made Mariona smile, she had learned when she was a kid, too.

"Who taught you?" Mariona asked, watching her fogged breath. "My abuela taught me, her grandpa taught her, everybody in my family knows at least a little bit."

"That's sweet," the girl said. "My parents didn't know how to play, or anyone really, but they wanted me to succeed at something, so they made me take some piano classes. I hated it." She laughed at the end, but Mariona noticed it didn't have much fun in it.

"Oh, really?" Mariona said. "They wanted you to be good at something? Weren't you already good at football?"

"Well..." the girl began. "Let's just say it wasn't at the level they expected. In the end, I was mediocre at piano but actually got better at football once I built some muscle, you know."

"Mhm," Mariona hummed.

She wasn't sure what else to say, so she didn't.

...

They had grown closer and closer each day, talking more about themselves, their childhood, and their teenage years. Mariona had grown up in a very normal family, they had taught her piano out of love, and she played football because she liked to run and feel the wind on her face.

Y/n learned to play the piano out of pressure to be good at something; she played football because it was the only after-school activity available, and her parents didn't want her to stay at home too much, saying it would breed too much laziness in her.

Mariona didn't know how parents could think that about a kid, let alone Y/n, who had grown into such a sweet and caring human being.

With each story Y/n told, Mariona wanted to hug her, bring her closer. Until she did.

It was a rainy night, and Mariona didn't know why she had agreed to go out to a park. It was cold and wet, and her shoes made a weird noise when she stepped on rain puddles.

She wanted to turn back and tell Y/n that they could find a cafe, a restaurant, anything to get them out of the rain.

But the girl was too enamoured by looking at a small river that crossed where they were. The river was narrow. It didn't have much water running on it, and it looked like the plants on its side were all plucked out. But still, Y/n looked at it as if it were the prettiest thing in the world.

She was a few steps ahead of Mariona, which annoyed Mariona because she had asked at least four times for her to stay under their shared umbrella.

Mariona took a few steps, the wet rain clinging to her new shoes. The girl was looking at the river, but Mariona couldn't see what she was looking at.

"Do you hear them?" Y/n asked, turning her back and smiling at Mariona.

"Hear what?"

"Them," the girl said, pointing at the water.

Mariona looked at the girl exactly as if she were looking at someone who said they were hearing voices.

"Look," the girl unexpectedly took her hand and pulled her closer to the river.

Her hand was so warm, Mariona didn't know how, given the weather, but still she let herself be pulled along.

"Them. The frogs," the girl said, pointing at what looked like a dark leaf. "It hides itself very well, but I promise it's a frog."

"A frog?" Mariona asked, clearly not understanding what the girl was talking about.

"Yes!" the girl said. "Rana temporaria, very common here."

"Rana?"

"Yes...temporaria," Y/n said, before turning back to the river. "It's very common in England, that's why it's known as the Common frog. It has a very distinct croaking, that's why it's easy to identify which one of the few species it is."

Saying that Mariona was enamoured was an understatement. Even in the awful park, filled with mud and frogs, Mariona felt the intense need to kiss Y/n.

And she did. It was a wet kiss, just like the rain that was pouring by their side.

..

They began dating not long after their first kiss. There wasn't any big proposal or anything like that. It was natural, little by little, Y/n's clothes showed up in Mariona's drawer.

Then Mariona bought an eating bowl for Y/n's cat. After a few months, Mariona left Y/n's pads in the drawer inside her bathroom. Then Y/n just grew accustomed to going by Mariona's house every night to cook dinner, and then to spending every weekend together.

They began travelling to Barcelona together when they had a vacation from Arsenal. It all fell into place. It felt right. Cozy. As if they were a promise made to happen.

Mariona had a piano in her house. She used to play, especially when she was missing her life back home, but since Y/n came into her life, the piano wasn't something melancholic anymore.

Y/n knew how to play, obviously, but she preferred not to. She'd rather listen to Mariona play one of her favourite Catalan songs and sit by her side, listening to it and just enjoying the moment.

Y/n always encouraged Mariona to play more and more. If before she only played when she missed Barcelona, now she played every night, or rather, any time Y/n asked her to.

Right now, Mario was playing. It was a calm song, but she didn't know the name of the song, and didn't know who the composer was. Mariona remembered her grandfather playing it while her grandma would sing it back in Spain. Maybe they had created the song, maybe they were the original composers

Y/n was watching her from the arch of the doorway, a smile on her face. It was late, and she had just one of Mariona's old shirts on. She looked cute and comfortable.

Mariona stopped playing for just a second.

"Come here," she patted the piano bench by her side. "Stay with me, sí?"

Y/n smiled and did so, walking until she reached the bench and sat by Mariona's side, her right leg spread over Mariona's legs.

They sat in silence as Mariona continued to play. Y/n's head was on Mariona's shoulder, breathing on her neck, and it was making a shiver run down Mariona's spine.

Then Y/n's hand moved to rest gently on Mariona's thigh. Y/n was shy when she wanted sex, but she always had her little tells, and over time, Mariona had learned how to read them.

Mariona kept playing the piano, but she leaned over and kissed Y/n's cheek. Then, Y/n turned her head just slightly, and their lips met in a needy and gentle kiss.

The music stopped as Mariona's fingers stilled on the keys. Now the room was in complete silence aside from the sound of their breathing.

Mariona wrapped an arm around Y/n's shoulder and, with a smooth move, she shifted her Y/nso she was straddling her on the bench. Mario kept one of her hands at the small of Y/n's back, so she could shield her from the edge of the piano.

"Estás muy bonita, cariño," [you look very pretty] Mariona murmured, her lips brushing Y/n's neck.

"You're just saying that because I'm wearing your shirt," Y/n breathed.

"Mhmm, quizás... tal vez tengas razón," [mhm, maybe you are right] Mariona replied with a teasing smile. They continued to kiss, and now they were more tender and slow, but Y/n wanted more, so much more.

"I need your fingers,' she whispered, so softly that Mariona could barely understand.

Mariona paused, kissing Y/n's forehead.

"My fingers?' Mariona repeated as her hands slipped under Y/n's shirt and trailed along her waist, and that's when she realised the girl wasn't wearing anything but the shirt. She didn't have any shorts or underwear on.

"So you came prepared?" Mariona asked, lifting her eyebrow playfully.

Y/n nodded, and her cheeks flushed in that cute way Mariona liked so much. "Yes, you look really good playing piano."

"Oh?" Mariona grinned, voice lower now, matching Y/n's "You like watching my fingers on the keys? How long are they?"

"Yes," Y/n admitted, voice trembling. "I like how they move... I need them."

Mariona was having far too much fun teasing her, so Y/n took matters into her own hands. As Mariona leaned in to kiss her again, Y/n grabbed her free hand and gently curled her fingers around two of Mariona's fingers.

Then she guided Mariona's index and middle finger down and slipped them inside herself, resting them deep inside her already wet cunt.

She moaned, arching into Mariona's body as Mariona curled them inside of her, hitting the spot she knew so well.

A breath caught in her throat as she closed her eyes. Y/n let go of Mariona's hand and let her do the work, moving her two fingers in and out so slowly, though it was a form of torture.

Y/n was moaning, her mouth in an 'O'. Mariona pulled back just enough to look at her, lips parted, the grin that was on her face was growing each time Y/n tried to move her hips in sync with Mariona's fingers.

"Qué impaciente eres, mi amor..." [you are so impatient, love] she said, as she teasingly took her finger out of her pussy, just to dive back in.

Y/n was as impatient as Mariona was a tease.

But thankfully, Mariona also had mercy on her. Or maybe she just liked the face Y/n made when she reached an orgasm.

In less than a few minutes, Mariona picked up the pace of her fingers, and with a last curl of her fingers, Y/n came undone on Mariona's lap.

Mariona places a hand on the back of Y/n's head and brought her close, making the girl rest her head on Mariona's shoulder. She filled her cheek with kisses.

"Estás temblando... respira hondo, cariño." Mariona whispered while holding Y/n's body. "So te dejó sin aliento, no?" [You're trembling... take a deep breath, darling. That one took your breath away, didn't it?]

Y/n didn't have anything left in her body, feeling too overwhelmed with her orgasm, so she just nodded and let herself be held by Mariona.

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a/n: I really enjoyed writing this, wanted to write something a little melancholic? little "poetic" (if I can call it that), that's why it took me some time to post it. I wasn't sure people would like it. anyways, it's done now.

Also, I was studying frogs at the time I was writing it (had to go out in the rain at 10 pm just to look for some frogs and snakes), that's why I added the river scene hehe.