blackout - Alexia Putellas

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enjoy them experience their last day on Seychelles, before I'll take a few days to create and prepare the next few chapters for you. ☕️✍🏼

It was long past midnight, the moonlight dancing upon the rippling surface of the ocean, casting a mesmerizing glow over the endless.

The hotel guests had long since returned to their rooms and the locals had long since crawled out of their little huts to escape the hustle and bustle of the tourists who were staying on their island during the day. All the team members of the FC Barcelona had long since packed their luggage for the journey home and had passed out in their hotel room beds.

Except one.

The two-time Ballon D'Or winner hadn't had time for that yet, for she hadn't entered her hut in the last few hours.

Instead, the athlete found herself enveloped by a velvety expanse of midnight blue water, its surface mirroring the ethereal glow of the moon, while a sprinkling of shimmering stars and constellations adorned the vast expanse above her.

This was paradise.

Her feet elegantly glided through the azure waters, where the ocean's depths remained enigmatic, embracing her with a barely perceptible touch as the sandy seabed tenderly brushed against the tips of her toes.

In that moment, the midfielder was enveloped in an exquisite sense of freedom and beauty, her strong arms embracing Erin's slender form, her golden tresses damp and tousled, while her legs entwined around the athlete's hips.

Alexia's lips, slightly swollen from the past few hours, felt delicate as they captured the therapist's in a tender kiss, the sensation sending a surge of warmth through both their bodies.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as she held the blonde close, her heart overflowing with emotion.

Time was a precious commodity not to be squandered - for in just a few short hours, a shuttle would stand sentinel in the hotel's lobby, poised to whisk the team away to the airport.

Away from this island.

Away from Erin.

"I can't get enough of you," the captain murmured against the blonde's lips, her voice deep, and barely above a whisper as she tightened her arms around the woman she had just recently met.

Slender arms were tightly wrapped around the captain's neck, Erin's response a soft sigh of contentment, her body melting into Alexia's embrace as they shared a moment of pure bliss, the midfielder's tongue begging for entrance.

Despite the brief time they had known each other, the connection between them was undeniable.

"How can I feel like this... when I only met you a few days ago," the therapist mused aloud, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of waves.

With a tender smile, Alexia brushed her fingertips lightly across Erin's bare back, her touch sending shivers down the blonde's spine. The therapist's breath caught in her throat as she gazed into the captain's sparkling hazel eyes, each glimmer reflecting a universe of emotions.

The power those eyes held.

"I really need to see you again, Bonita," the two time Ballon D'Or winner murmured with a touch of urgency, and Erin felt her resolve weaken at the sincerity in Alexia's words, her heart echoing the sentiment as her eyes fluttered shut.

Inhaling a deep breath, the blonde was unable to help herself but surrender at the sound of the captains honest, sincere words.