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That was so fun and hot!! 🧡🦕

dinosaurs and...sex? - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia's girlfriend is way too stressed out for her own good, so she puts matter into her own hands (fingers)

Word count: 2.2k

Warning: (+18) fingering and oral (r receiving) and at the end suggestive to oral (r giving) because we are all switches here at wosospacegirl

A/n: I think I've found my niche in fanfic and it's writing nerdy lesbian sex...sorry it's repetitive but it's just so fun to write them...

this is a scheduled post because I *actually* have a dinosaur test to study to and I don't have alexia to eat me out so--

"Can I come in, or are you still acting like a monster?" Alexia said from the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. She was holding something, but you couldn't quite see what, mostly because your eyes had stopped functioning after reading the word Mesozoic for the ninth time.

You had decided to go to university.

And now you carry that burden every day. Every. Single. Day.

It was finals week, and you were an absolute wreck. You were so stressed that you had caught the worst cold ever known to humankind. Why your immune system gave up on you at the slightest sign of stress, you didn't know.

Alexia had taken care of you and made sure you rested. But of course, that meant you hadn't been able to study for three whole days.

And now here you were, at Alexi's house, sprawled across her bed, surrounded by books that were open at completely random pages, with class notes you didn't even remember taking.

Your eyes hurt. Your head hurts. Everything hurt. But mostly your soul, because you felt like you barely had one. Surely you had long lost it between the Jurassic and the Cretaceous period.

And when everything hurt, it made you angry, because you couldn't study the way you wanted to. And when you were angry, you were rude.

Alexia had shown up (to her room, in her house) and asked if the two of you shouldn't take a walk or do something relaxing. AKA: She was getting stressed from watching you mumble like a maniac about something called…Coelurosauria?

You, ever the sweet and understanding girlfriend, had snapped at her, questioning why the hell she was bothering you while you were studying.

It wasn't a "Hi, Alexia, I'm sorry, I can't talk right now."

It was a "Oh my fucking God, Alexia, can't you leave me alone for two whole minutes?"

Alexia–who was actually sweet and understanding– didn't say anything. She just stepped closer to where you were sitting, kissed the top of your head, and left a protein bar beside you before quietly walking away, probably heading for a lonely walk around Barcelona.

You cried while studying the skeleton of the Brachiosaurus because you felt guilty afterwards.

You didn't want to be mean, but finals brought out the worst in you. Still, Alexia wasn't the one to blame.

You knew Alexia was back when you heard the front door on the first floor opening and then closing. You heard her taking off her shoes and making her way upstairs.

You felt the mattress dip beside you, and when you turned around, Alexia was sitting there. You gave her your biggest, most apologetic eyes.

"I'm sorry," you said, genuinely.

Alexia looked at you, cupped your jaw, and brought your mouth to hers. She kissed you sweetly. "It's okay," she murmured against your lips as you closed your eyes.

"I know you get grumpy when you're overwhelmed with school. No need to say sorry."

"Yes, I do," you said, breaking the kiss and flopping back onto the bed, almost like a starfish. Your book was lying open beside you as you stared at the ceiling. "I was rude, that's not okay."

"It is okay," Alexia said, as she hovered above you, her hair tickling your cheek. "Because you sound hot when you're mad."

You rolled your eyes and pecked her lips. "Okay, now you're stretching."

"I'm serious," she said, getting off of you and sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed. "You pout and your brows furrow…It's like exactly the face you make when you're about to cum–"

"Okay!" you interrupted, throwing your book at her, your face burning. Alexia could be so crude when she wanted to. "No talking about sex, or–"

"--you cumming?" Alexia teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," you groaned. "This is literally the most boring subject ever. It doesn't pair well with dirty talk."

Alexia stayed quiet for a few seconds, and you took that as a sign to return to your notes and re-read them. You were lying on your stomach now, your paper was spread out in front of you, when you felt Alexia climb on top of you and drop all of her weight onto your back.

Out of the sudden, you had a book to your face as well–your zoology and evolution of dinosaur book.

Alexia cheekily snatched your notes, and before you could complain, her voice filled the room as she read the book.

"Thyreophora, often known as armoured dinosaurs, were a group of ornithischian dinosaurs that lived from the Early Jurassic until the end of the Cretaceous…"

You listened as Alexia spoke, and you couldn't help but feel as if she was… reading it erotically?

You felt her weight on your back, the way she held your book right in front of you, holding it with one hand while her other hand stayed pressed to your ribcage.

"Primitive forms had simple, low, keeled scutes or osteoderms," she continued, her voice low as she pressed more fully into your body like she was getting cosy, relaxing. "Oh, those are cool, right, bebé?" she said against your ear, and you couldn't help the shiver that ran through you.

You had known Alexia long enough to recognise when she was doing this on purpose.

Sometimes, you had the willpower to push her away and to fight back. You had to study, your exam was tomorrow!! But right now?

Right now, you wanted to be pliant.

"Most thyreophorans were herbivorous and had small brains for their size," she said, her hand slipping under your shirt, her cold fingertips grazing your skin just above your ribs.

"Oh, does that mean they were dumb?"Alexia asked innocently, placing a kiss on the back of your neck.

"N-no," you stammered as you tried to move, but her body was still pinning you down. "Brain size doesn't really determine intelligence…"

Alexia hummed against your skin, letting the book fall onto the bed with a soft thud.

Now her full attention was on your neck, she was licking your skin before sucking the it into her mouth.

"I thought the bigger the brain, the smarter?" she murmured.

She sat up from behind you and turned you over, leaving you flat on your back. Then she kissed you deep and slow, biting your lip.

"No, it doesn't mean that," you mumbled, lifting your arms as Alexia pulled off your shirt, leaving your torso bare. "W-what is intelligence, after all, right? It's a very human construct and we…."

Your breath hitched as Alexia kissed your stomach, slowly making her way down to your navel, then she gently tugged at the waistband of your pants.

You lifted your hips, helping her in the process of getting you naked.

"Keep going, amor, "Alexia said, kissing you just above your underwear. "I don't want to distract you from your studies."

Her fingers slid down to your centre, where the wet spot of your underwear was. Your eyes were closed now, but you knew Alexia was smirking.

"What were you saying about intelligence?"Alexia coaxed, her voice innocent, as if she wasn't doing anything wrong, as if she really was helping you study.

But thinking about dinosaurs or intelligence or anything was nearly impossible as she hooked her fingers into the sides of your underwear and pulled them aside, exposing you completely. She slid her fingers just above your cunt, spreading your weteness slowly around your folds, teasing you.

You moaned as Alexia pressed just the tip of your finger inside of your cunt, your hips moving, begging for more contact, but Alexia didn't give in. She wanted to make you work for it for a bit.

"If you don't talk," Alexia said sternly, kissing the inside of your thigh, "I'll stop. Keep going. Tell me about the subject."

You were in silence, your brain mush. It was like you forgot you even knew any words, let alone the evolution of ornithischian dinosaurs.

Although you were quick to remember it when Alexia took her mouth away from your body.

You clutched at her head, pressing her against your cunt.

"Please, keep going–"you whined. "I-I was saying that intelligence is a human parameter, and we shouldn't judge other species based on it because it's honestly a very anthropocentric concept…"

"There she is, my smart girl, "Alexia purred. And just like magic, she slid her index finger inside of you, and your body welcomed it immediately. "What else can you tell me about those Thy… Thry…"

"Thyreophora," You breathed as Alexia slid another finger in, thrusting into you so slowly it made you want to cry. "There are two major groups, th-"

You didn't even get to finish, because you felt alexia's hot breath against your cunt, her mouth touching your clit, wrapping her lips aorund itand sucking gently. "Fuck–more."

Alexia slapped your thigh; it didn't sting, but it was a warning.

"Keep talking."

So you did.

Alexia ate you out slowly as if she was savouring every single drop of your wetness. You were very aware she was enjoying herself way too much; you also knew she was doing it as a form of revenge, too.

But you didn't mind for her motives, not when she kept fucking you like that. She only stopped when you stopped talking.

She really was taking your studies very seriously.

Alexia's tongue was thrusting inside of you. You didn't know how she had mastered the ability to penetrate you so deeply with her tongue, but you (once again) didn't care.

Her hands were pinning you down on the mattress, clutching your hip bones, not letting you move an inch as she continued to thoroughly pleasure (or maybe torture) you.

It took you a while to cum, but not because Alexia wasn't giving you what you needed, but because your body had trouble switching from stressed, anxious and overstimulated to relaxed.

Alexia didn't say a word about it. She didn't make you feel bad that it was taking longer than usual. She just kept her mouth on your cunt, as if she had all the time in the word.

And when you finally came, it felt like your body had truly relaxed for the first time in days.

You felt as if all of your muscles relaxed all at once. Your eyes rolled back, and you yanked at Alexia's hair with a little more force than you were intending to, but she didn't complain.

You were trying to catch your breath when alexia finally lifted her face from your cunt.

She made her way up your body, kissing your stomach and your breasts before (finally) kissing you, and sliding her tongue in to let you taste yourself.

"See," Alexia whispered as she broke the kiss. She lay her head on your chest, her finger gently tracing your face. "I was right."

"Rigth about what?" You barely manage to say.

"Your face when you cum," She said against your sking, kissing your collarbone. "The pout, the furrowed eyebrows."

You blink, still pretty much dizzy. "Did you make all of this... too prove a point?"

"Maybe," she said, smiling.

"I hate you," you murmured, closing your eyes and letting your hands run through her hair.

"You don't," Alexia said. "You just came in my mouth, I think that was a love confession, actually."

You chucked at Alexia's words.

Maybe it was the oxytocin running through your body stream, or maybe it was the quiet realisation that this was the first time you and Alexia were properly intimate in days, mostly because of your schedule at uni and her schedule at Barcelona.

You surprised yourself by lowering your head and kissing her again, your hands slipping under her shirt to trace the back tattoos you knew by heart.

Alexia kissed you back–and what was a sweet kiss–turned into something urgent.

"I want you," you breathed against her mouth, your hand curling around the back of her neck. "Now."

"Yeah?" Alexia smirked. "How?"

"On your back, legs spread open," you said.

"Okay," she simply said.

She did what you asked of her.

She lay down, but she winced slightly when one of your pens dug into her back.

You watched her for a moment, admiring her, and then you undressed her completely. You took her shirt off, and then her training bra.

You wrapped your lips around her nipples, sucking them until Alexia was gasping, asking for more.

Without wasting another second, you pulled down her shorts and underwear in one go.

You spread her legs apart with each of your hands and began kissing the inside of her thighs, biting them softly, leaving teeth marks where no one would see them.

You were in your moment now. Feeling hot and heavy, watching Alexia's cunt dripping right in forn of your face, how pretty her cunt looked, how ready she was for you.

But just as you were ready to taste her, Alexia said.

"Do you want me to read your notes out loud while you do it?"

You paused, your mouth still slightly open, looking up at her. You truly had a problem reading her facial expression.

At the same time that it looked like she was teasing you, it also seemed like the proposal was sincere, like she might actually do it if you said yes.

You glared at her, your eyes narrowing, trying to make your point across without having to use any words.

"Okay," she said quickly. "I guess that's a no."

A/n: Got the dino infos on Wikipedia!

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misettemisette · 23 days ago

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I didn’t know Nahikari was gay !!!! I’m so happy 🥰

nahikari and her girl on holiday 🥰🌊🏞️

#nahikari garcia

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misettemisette · 24 days ago

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get you a girl who can pull off both looks 😮‍💨

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misettemisette · 26 days ago

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🧡 Caramelo con chocolate 🤎

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misettemisette · 30 days ago

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First breathe, then breathe again my friend

I'm sorry...

When did Misa get that attractive? Have I been under a rock?

#l’m not ok #misa rodriguez #misa misa misa #woso #woso community #spwnt #woso imagine #spanish goalkeeper #woso soccer #woso fanfics #i’m unable to can #im begging

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misettemisette · 1 month ago

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Chapter 11 ➺ Not a cloud in sight

Starting over In Madrid

Summary: After moving to Madrid as Real Madrid's new photographer, Nicky can’t seem to take her eyes off the pretty face Misa Rodríguez. But how will she handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her contract strictly forbids dating players? WC: 6K words TW: sexual content +18 PS: French writer, the players's pairings are based on rumors or invented. Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clásico Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and Peaks Chapter 6 ➺ Paris est magique Chapter 7 ➺ In the Haze Chapter 8 ➺ Confusion and directions Chapter 9 ➺ The same struggle Chapter 10 ➺ A place for words

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“Ladies and gentlemen, please remain seated and buckled during takeoff.”

The plane accelerated, and Misa released a soft whine of pain. I was crushing her hand, my grip tightening in vain as I tried to focus on a magazine cover stored in the back of the seat in front of me. “Relax and simply enjoy your flight!” the title said provocatively. I was nowhere close to relaxed right now, Misa’s poor hand being the collateral damage of my fear of flying.

I had never been an air person, afraid of heights, of planes, and even of kites when I was young. My two feet always felt right on the spot, firmly on the ground or at least less than ten feet above it. I hated small, closed spaces too, so traveling in a plane was close to a nightmare. Flying with the team was always a stressful moment, especially takeoff and landing. I hadn’t found any tip to calm me, except closing my eyes and muttering some vain prayer to myself.

This time, I could at least get the comfort of my girlfriend. We never sat next to each other when traveling with the team. This was a first. A first experience I wasn’t sure Misa was truly enjoying now. Her fingers were turning white under my anxious grasp, and I couldn’t do anything else but hold my breath as the plane took off toward the sky at full speed.

“Respira, cariño. Estoy aquí,” I heard her soft voice in my ear.

I closed my eyes and tried hard to concentrate on the warm, large hand under mine. My grip loosened slightly. My palm was sweating and stuck to hers. Her fingertips attempted soothing motions on the back of my hand and succeeded at making me lose focus on the speed, the height, and the feeling of being trapped. Misa’s fingers were always distracting.

The plane stabilized, and the familiar “seatbelt is no longer required” sound rang out. My eyes flew open.

“Is it always like that, cariño?” Misa asked with a light chuckle.

I nodded, breathing deeply.

The young brunette pulled up the armrest and wrapped her arm around my shoulders. Her other hand found my chin, lifted it, and I could do nothing but dive into her brown eyes.

“I’m here. We’re going to be alright, I promise,” she said, and she leaned her face closer until her plump lips pressed lightly onto my cheek.

My eyes fluttered shut again, trying to let her cute kisses take me away from the plane. The feel of her lips ghosting all over my face sent shivers through my body, followed by the first itches of desire. Those damned lips! It was just too easy for Misa to work me up. The tiniest contact of her lips always made me want more, and I snuggled up to her, breathing in her sweet perfume. Her whole presence enveloped me and helped me relax a bit, finally.

“I bet it’s not obvious right now, but I’m really, really, really happy we’re going on holiday together, Mis’,” I murmured against her.

“Ah… I was precisely thinking I should have left you at the airport…” she joked.

“I don’t believe you, nasty girl..."

The young woman rested her head against the back of the seat.

“En verdad, I’m stressing out…”

“Oh, are you? About what?“ I asked, straightening up.

“Jenni and Codi are going to rib me day and night. Maybe even Ale will join them.“

“Why?”

She smiled shyly. “It’s been a while since they saw me with someone…”

“Oh…” I glanced down at my lap. “I hope… I mean, I hope you didn’t feel obligated to invite me after Jenni…”

“Shhhh, cállate Nicky. Don’t start with your nonsense! Of course I want you with me. Plus, you’re perfectly loca like us. You’ll blend in in no time!”

I laughed, reassured, until a turbulence sent the plane shaking madly, making me whine in terror as I buried myself back into the goalie’s arms.

***

The taxi parked in front of a large modern villa with the biggest bay windows I’d ever seen. The house was above one of the many beaches of Formentera island, framed by pine trees and colorful flowery bushes. The hard sun of noon was perfecting the chic summer decor.

We picked up our luggage and went to the front door. Misa rang the doorbell while I twisted my fingers nervously, intimidated. The prospect of meeting her closest friends was imminent.

"Están aquí, ya voy!" I heard from behind the door. I stepped aside, half hiding behind the goalie, as the door opened in front of us.

Jennifer Hermoso was one hell of a woman. No, it was more than that, it felt like a hurricane was about to sweep us both away when Jenni discovered us waiting by the front door. She flung herself at her friend, words of excitement buzzing all around.

After they parted, Jenni faced me, so tall and muscled she could have been really intimidating if it wasn’t for her large, warm smile.

"Nicky, por fin nos conocemos!" she said, pulling me into a friendly embrace.

Two other faces appeared in the doorway.

"Jenni, acaba de llegar, déjala respirar", said a blond sturdy woman who could be no one but the charismatic, famous Alexia Putellas.

The third one, Laia Codina, added, "La estás ahogando, Jenni."

But Misa interrupted the chatty women.

"Hey… chicas, hablad inglés porfi, Nicky entiende unas frases pero no habla correctamente español."

Misa’s friends nodded in agreement and we followed them inside the villa.

Three other women were waiting. After a quick presentation, I learnt that they were Olga, Kyra and Norma, the girlfriends of respectively Alexia, Laia and Jenni.

So it’s couple holidays, I thought, getting why Jenni insisted on me coming.

"Nicky!" Jenni led me to the kitchen bar. "So you snatched the heart of our bromista Misa!"

She pulled a bottle of tequila from the cupboard. The other women joined us and began fetching the different cocktail ingredients.

I drew a nervous smile. "Yeah, it’s me. What does bromista mean?"

"It means prankster!" Kyra exclaimed from across the kitchen.

Laia went on, "Chicas, do you realize Misa la malota has found a girl? How do you stand her, Nicky? Everybody here knows she’s disreputable."

With a little smile on her lips, Misa huffed and rolled her eyes as she aligned five glasses in front of the striker, who was pouring tequila into a big shaker.

"I’m keeping an eye on her", I said, looking proudly at the goalie leaning on the bar beside me, and I patted the top of her head.

The three friends simultaneously released a tenderized "Ohhhhh."

"She’s the good one for you, Misa", said Alexia.

"Yes, she hasn’t even argued with the fact that you’re a mean girl", Jenni pointed out.

"She’s got what you need, I say you should marry her now", concluded Laia.

That made me laugh, the nonsense of her friends, but especially the goalkeeper’s exasperated pout.

"I knew it was going to be like this…", Misa sighed, resigned.

"Exprime las limas, porfa", Jenni handed Misa a few limes, a knife and a juicer, "We wouldn’t let you get away without checking Nicky’s alright, we know you, hermanita", she said before turning to me, "Nickita, swimming pool or city tour this afternoon?"

"Pool’s great", I answered, too tired from the flight to really enjoy a long walk in town.

I couldn’t suppress a yawn.

"You want to take a nap? There is no rush", Misa asked me while putting the freshly pressed lime juice into the shaker.

"I’m okay, Mis'", I replied, looking at her tenderly.

Laia and Alexia leant onto the bar and whispered to each other as they watched us mischievously.

"She’s so soft when she’s talking to her."

"Look at her sparkling eyes!"

"Lover Misa is back on board!"

"Basta, chicas!" Misa grumbled, "It’s getting annoying!"

Everybody laughed, especially Jenni. "Eres imposible! You’d be doing ten times worse if you were in our position!"

The goalie shrugged and smiled naughtily and Jenni went to hug her again. "Te heché de menos, mi vaca!" she said affectionately, sending Misa softening in her arms.

"Ay! Y yo!" the goalie replied, hugging back Jenni like crazy.

In the meantime, Laia and Kyra had precisely divided the shaken beverage between the waiting glasses, and they handed each woman a cocktail.

Jenni spoke again, lifting her glass, her voice filled with cheerfulness. "Salud chicas! To love, to friendship, and to fucking great holidays together!"

We joined her in a profusion of joyful exclamations.

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I had taken a nap after all. We had dropped our stuff in our room and I had lied down on the bed, mostly to test its comfort, but sleep had taken me swiftly a few minutes later.

I woke up after what felt like hours. The bedroom was dark and quiet. Misa had pulled the curtains, but she was nowhere to be seen. I stretched, feeling better, although a bit dehydrated, and got out of bed. I checked my phone and figured out I had only slept around forty minutes. That left plenty of time to enjoy the day.

The goalie’s clothes were resting on the armchair, her trunk had been opened, and I deduced she had gone to the pool with the other girls. I opened my own trunk and rummaged through my stuff until I found my bikini. A funny thought crossed my mind as I undressed. Olga and I were the only non-footballers in the villa. Putting my bikini on, I wondered if I felt confident about that. Probably not. Self-confidence wasn’t something that really defined me, and that was partly why Misa impressed me so much. She had the strength of someone dealing with pressure on a daily basis, someone you could rely on. Of course, she could be a little grumpy, and hot-headed, but she was never mean or disrespectful.

She had been my sweet, unbearable, thoughtful friend from the start.

I wrapped myself in my beach towel and opened the door. Happy voices and water sounds echoed from the outside, confirming they were by the pool. Eager to join everybody, I climbed down the stairs and quickly crossed the living room.

I stepped outside. The sun dazzled my sleepy eyes. They took a moment to adjust as I scanned the place.

Jenni was sitting on a sun lounger at the farthest side of the pool, completely at ease being topless. Kyra, Olga, Norma, and Laia were swimming and chatting happily. Alexia was talking to a muscular, tanned girl lying on her belly and wearing nothing more than a light green swimsuit thong. Modest, I looked away and locked eyes with the Spanish striker.

"Hola Nicky!" Jenni called to me with a large smile. "Come sit with us!"

"Cari!" Misa had flipped herself onto her back, but it wasn’t any better for my sanity because she wasn’t wearing a top either. "Nicky! Venga!"

She opened her arms, signaling me to come closer. I walked toward her, smiling timidly as I approached my gorgeous girlfriend. I laid my towel next to the goalie, who pulled me close, draping her arm around my shoulders. She pressed a soft kiss on my temple and resumed her talk with Alexia.

I blinked, dazzled again. The sun was lower but still beating down. Misa’s arms kept me pressed against her hard, blazing body. She was relaying some funny story, speaking animatedly in Spanish while stroking my hair now and then. My hand had fallen on her abs and I wasn’t daring to move it. I wasn’t daring to move at all, afraid, once again, all of this might only be a dream. Could it really be me, lying next to my girlfriend, the beautiful goalkeeper of Real Madrid, spending holidays in a luxurious villa with her friends? It still felt amazing that she had chosen me, Nicky, a simple photographer, among all the girls she could have.

Misa and Alexia burst out laughing.

"We were remembering one time at camp when Jenni and I jump-scared Alexia so much she almost threw up!" the brunette explained to me.

"It was Jenni’s credit!" Laia called out from the pool. "You, Misa, were already dying of laughter before you even pranked her!"

Everybody laughed.

"Has Misa ever pranked you, Nicky?" Kyra asked me.

I straightened up, embarrassed to be glued to the half-naked goalie now that the other girls were looking at me.

"She did…" I admitted. "Although, one time, I pranked Misa when she wanted to prank me!"

"Guau! How did you do it?" Jenni asked. I had caught the girls’ attention.

Misa had sat up as well and was smiling shamefully as I told them the story.

"It was at the Ciudad Real Madrid. I was in my car, ready to go home. I saw Misa in my rearview mirror crouching and coming slowly from behind. I was sure she wanted to go to the side and pop up by the driver window, so I let her come closer and closer, watching her in the mirror from the corner of my eye. And when she was about to jump up, I honked!"

A burst of laughter rippled through our small group.

The goalie scratched her nose, tears of laughter in her eyes. "Dios mío! I thought I was dying of fright!"

"You fell on the floor like a panicked wild animal!" I chuckled, putting my hand on her cheek. "You should have seen your face! I almost felt bad for having pranked you so well!"

"Well done, Nicky!" Kyra said.

"Sí, enhorabuena, Nickita! You’re an official member of the pranking girls now!" Jenni congratulated me.

As everybody resumed their chatting and stopped focusing on us, Misa pulled me into a hug again.

"I told you, you fit perfectly among us, cariño…" she whispered in my ear. Her soft breast brushed my back gently as she settled me better against her. Something hot and swollen grew in my throat as happiness wrapped itself all around me. I closed my eyes. My fingers found her hand and I intertwined them with hers.

Yes, all of this truly felt like happiness. Simple. Pure. Happiness.

The bliss hadn’t left me.

We spent the rest of the day enjoying the pool, dining, and chatting all together. We went to bed at a relatively reasonable hour and what a joy it was to lie down at her side in the comfy bed, losing myself in her sweet perfume. The two of us chatted a little more until it was Misa’s turn to fall asleep without warning. I had grown used to her feeble snores and stayed a moment listening to her deep breathing before putting my earplugs on.

Because of my nap, I woke up early the next morning. Again, I spoiled some minutes looking at the sleeping young goalkeeper, curled on herself, her mind lost in the peaceful slumber of a dream. Was she dreaming of football? Or of a thick waffle loaded with chocolate? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I’d never want that serene expression to leave her face. I wouldn’t let anything hurt Misa. Nothing. She was too precious…

I got up without waking her. I met Kyra in the kitchen. The Australian woman hadn’t taken the Spanish habit of sleeping late yet, and I was happy to share breakfast with someone—Misa always fasting half the day.

The other girls woke up a few hours later. Some of them went to the exercise room of the villa and some went running along the shore. After quite a fight, Misa convinced me to join the running team.

“You go jog just a bit and wait for us on the beach! Exercising is important for your health, Nicky!” she said, dragging me outside the villa.

Dating an athlete, this was bound to happen! And here I was, wearing some of the goalie’s spare training clothes, jogging slowly along the shore before noon. It wasn’t long before I was totally distanced, the footballers shrinking to tiny moving dots on the horizon.

Out of breath after only a few minutes, I hated Misa for making me run. I stopped. If I wanted to build up a healthy routine, I needed to take things gradually. Besides, I couldn’t deny exercising felt good afterward, especially when I ended up walking on the sand, listening to the sound of the waves as my heartbeat gradually slowed down.

That was when my mom called.

“Hello Nicky! How are your vacations going, sweetie?”

“Hey Mom, vacations are great!”

“You are on a Spanish island, right? And you’re coming home at the end of the week?”

“In Formentera. Yes, until next Sunday. I’ll land home at 5:30 PM, can you fetch me at the airport?”

“Of course, baby! Tell me again the names of the friends you are with? Everyone’s from Real Madrid?”

“Er… Not everyone. I’m with Misa and her friends.”

I stopped along the shore, letting the sea’s embruns blow in my face.

“Oh, your other friend’s not here… Hmm… Hayley?”

We were getting dangerously close to the point.

“No, she’s not…” I said, staring at the horizon. The sea was almost completely still, giving birth to a single wave, which died a few feet away onto the sand.

“Oh, she’s not? Only Misa then?”

I exhaled.

“Yes… Mom, I’ve got to tell you something. First, I need you to understand that it’s good but it’s complicated.”

“Tell me, baby, you’re getting me worried!”

“Don’t, Mom, I’m alright, really. Okay… I’m not… Misa’s not… Misa’s my girlfriend…”

“Oh, but that’s good! From what you told me about Misa, she’s an intelligent, healthy woman! You scared me, I thought you had some problem!”

“Misa’s awesome but I do have a problem…” I paused. The sound of the waves continued to soothe me. “As their professional photographer, I’m not allowed to date Real Madrid players.”

Right away, I felt relieved. No more secrets with my own mother. She knew everything now.

“Oh Nicky… that’s… that’s a pity. So, how are you coping? And you’re getting a promotion, right?”

“Yes. That’s the deal. Everything’s great, Mom, my job, Misa, except I’m not supposed to have both.”

“Since when did Misa and you start dating each other? Is it serious with her?”

“I really hope it is. It’s been three months now.”

“Okay Baby, wait more. Love is important, but having an exciting, well-paid job is too. Only time will test your relationship and show if it’s going to last… Anyway, I’m glad you told me. I thought you were hiding something but I wanted you to be ready to speak up.”

“Thanks Mom, I’m really feeling better.”

“I’m happy you found someone, love. And I hope I will meet Misa one day.”

“Thanks! I really hope you will! I’ll send you photos of our holidays. It’s so beautiful here!”

“I can’t wait to see. Bye, my little girl. Take care of you and Misa. I love you.”

“Kiss dad for me, I love you too Mom.”

I hung up, breathed out again, and walked toward the little group of footballers who had come back from their run and were setting their towels on the sand a bit farther down the beach.

The bliss still hadn’t left me.

***

And it never left. Holidays weren’t just holidays.

We could hold hands as our little group wandered around the streets of Es Pujols. We could lock eyes or murmur something silly in each other’s ear without thinking about it looking suspicious. We could dance, pressed together in a tender make-out at the club, surrounded by people who didn’t give a damn about Real Madrid or who was kissing its goalkeeper. We could cuddle whenever we wanted, provided we could tolerate the unceasing mockery from her infernal friends. In fact, those friends really made me feel comfortable, teasing me like I had always been one of them. And after a day or two, even Jenni’s amused gaze began to feel like a caring presence.

But the best part of it all was being with her, all day, all night, day after day. There were no goodbyes, no time apart, no in-between moments. Just moments with my girlfriend, living with my girlfriend, and enjoying every little bit of it, from the burned toasts she prepared for me in the morning to her loud snores forcing me to wear earplugs every night. It was like an endless day off in Madrid where we had a whole island to explore as a couple, surrounded by friends, with no other task than planning our next cruise or booking a local specialty restaurant we wanted to try.

Slowly, I got it. Here, we were free. Free to be lovers. And I realized being Misa’s girlfriend was like the waveless sea of Formentera, flowing peacefully.

***

“…and they found the guilty vein and burned it,” Misa finished, smiling mildly at my astonished expression.

I shifted my position on the stone bench, crossing my legs, the screeching of cicadas filling our last night on the island.

“And it healed your tachycardia?”

“Yes, I was healed and able to play football again!” she concluded with a small laugh, like going through awaken heart surgery at the age of thirteen was no bigger deal than buying bread.

I was gagging, impressed by her courage at such a young age and by the strength and determination it had given her since.

“Wow, I’m speechless. You already loved football back then.”

“Football is my passion for life. I can’t live without it. Like… you couldn’t live without chocolate chip cookies.”

I slapped her shoulder, chuckling. “You’re just bummed because you can’t eat my biscuits!”

“I swear you have a problem with sweet food, Nicky! Your cupboards are always full, stuffed with several boxes of the same biscuits. It looks like a shop!” Misa laughed, looking at me tenderly. “I’m telling you, you’re addicted to sugar. I should call you Azúcariño from now on.”

“You would not!” I giggled, moving a stray strand of hair from her face.

“I surely would, Azúcari.”

Misa pulled me into her arms, love in her eyes so visible I blushed, grateful for the darkness of that part of the garden. The brunette was already laying small kisses all over my face, making me laugh again, something in me purring deliciously at the feeling of being loved so much.

“You’re so sweet, Mis’,” I said, wrapping my arms around her broad, comforting shoulders. “You’re right, I’m addicted. To you. You’re my dark chocolate chunky cookie, strong and sweet.”

Misa and I looked fondly at each other for a moment, our shiny eyes reflecting the moonlight. My fingertips traced random shapes on her nape.

“I forgot to tell you…I’ve subscribed to a tattooing course! It comes with a kit and all the supplies to get started!” Misa announced with excitement.

“Wow! That’s great, baby!” I said, beaming with pride.

“Yeah, I’m so happy about it! Although… I’m stressing a bit about the drawing part,” she added, a little embarrassed.

“You should take drawing classes too, then! When I was in art school, my drawing level was so bad I gave up. But I’ve always wanted to learn. Maybe we could do it together?”

Misa’s eyes brightened before she pouted. “Qué buena idea! But… soy muy mala. I’m so bad at drawing…”

“I’m sure you can do it! You’ll improve no matter where you start. We’ll encourage each other!”

“You’re right. We’re going to do it!” she declared, swelling her chest with pride. “Te quiero, Azúcari…” she said, then softly pressed her lips on mine.

“I love you, Misa,” I responded with a smirk, before we lost ourselves in a long kiss.

As we deepened the kiss, music began to echo from afar and I tried to pull back, only to feel Misa’s strong hands holding me firmly in place.

“Más…” she whispered.

“Everything is ready!”

I jumped at the sound of Jenni’s voice nearby, followed by the rustling of leaves. The tall, lean silhouette of the striker appeared behind us.

“Hola, tortolitos! Stop your crap and join the party!”

“Party!” Misa sprang to her feet at once. “¡Vamos, Nicky, yeahhhh!” she shouted, running toward the house.

Jenni and I both rolled our eyes. “Misa…” we giggled in sync.

When we reached the pool, Misa was already dancing like a beast with Laia, Kyra, and Norma, their voices outshouting the music. Jenni was quick to join them, while I preferred to sit in a lounge chair beside Alexia and Olga, watching the dancing footballers with a motherly smile.

“They’re always so wild,” Alexia laughed.

“Yeah, they’re having so much fun,” I agreed, my eyes glued to Misa’s bouncing figure, more excited than ever.

“And you, Nicky, are you having a good holiday?” Olga asked.

I sighed in contentment. “Perfect.”

Alexia chuckled softly. “Good. I’m happy for you two. I hope you’ll find a way around the work problem,” she added a bit awkwardly.

My heart tightened. Of course Misa had told them about the clause. I was still searching for something to say when two large hands pulled me to my feet and dragged me to the dance floor.

“You have to dance to this one! it’s Formentera by Aitana! So on point!” Misa shouted, hopping in place as she pushed me into the middle of the dancing girls.

Soon, their energy swept me up, and we all sang in a chaos of off-key notes.

Porque desde que estás aquí Aquí cerca de mí Que tú eres mi baby Ese recuerdo de tenerte sin ropa…

We danced for hours, song after song. Time didn’t seem to exist as the party stretched into the night, cocktails and beers refilled as soon as they were emptied.

Time didn’t exist when Misa was putting on a show, dancing and singing badly just to make us laugh. Every passing minute made me fall even more for her silly, radiant personality. I was falling so deep as our bodies pressed together on the dance floor.

“Te quiero a ti… Let’s go upstairs. We’ll say we’re tired.” the brunette whispered, a burning glow in her almond eyes, and I shivered, realizing just how badly dancing and drinking with her had worked me up...

I pushed Misa against the bedroom mirror. Our room was a fair distance from the party, and we had closed all the doors we could. The air was warm and heavy with humidity inside the villa.

My fingers slipped under her T-shirt and rose along her spine to reach the hook of her bra. I pulled her clothes off, stepped back, and took in the half-naked figure of the goalkeeper. A smug smile spread across Misa’s face as my gaze grew heavier with desire. She grasped her shorts and slowly pushed them down to her ankles before stepping out of them. She dared to stay there a moment, in front of the mirror, her reflection showing me her bare body from every angle.

I reached out to her, pressing against her again.

“You’re fucking gorgeous…” I whispered against her lips.

I was already damp between my legs as Misa led me to the bed, lying on her back before swiftly pulling me over her. I chuckled at her eagerness, taking off my top as I straddled her.

“I was dying to do that for hours! You were so pretty on that bench…” she panted, working to undress me. But she froze when she pulled my panties down. “Uh, um, mierda… Nicky, you’re having your period…”

“Oh no! I’m sorry!” I moaned, jumping off her and heading to the bathroom. “Fucking shit! No!”

“Madre mía! Not on our last night together!” Misa groaned from the bedroom.

“That’s not fair!” I said. My underwear was completely ruined. “Er… I’m so sorry, Mis’. Can you fetch me a new pair of panties, please…?” I asked, embarrassed.

“Sí, claro. No te preocupes, Nicky, no pasa nada.”

She slipped an arm through the doorway, handing me a black boxer, and I began to change in a hurry.

“We could go in the shower…” Misa said through the door.

Coming back into the bedroom, I discovered her sitting at the edge of the bed, naked, looking at me expectantly. My core already screamed for her touch.

I stepped between her legs, looking down at her pleadingly.

“My period started strong. I wouldn’t feel comfortable,” I said, bending toward her lips and stopping just short. “Besides, I want you more than anything else tonight.”

The brunette’s hands fell on my nape and pulled me into a feverish kiss. My stomach swirled lightly, aching to take care of her as we crawled back onto the bed, careful not to break our passionate make-out.

As I settled myself properly over her, the goalie let out a small whimper and closed her eyes. Her fingers sank into my hair, deepening our kiss. I spread my legs slowly, opening hers wide at the same time. Misa released another whine and squirmed. The quickening rhythm of her breathing encouraged me to stay like this, edging her a bit more. I sent a finger tracing the shape of her abs and felt her hips bucking over nothing.

“Nicky… you want me to be as frustrated as you?” she whined as my palms brushed the insides of her thighs, going, but very slowly, toward her intimacy.

Her hips wiggled again, accompanied by a low moan.

“Just wet a little more for me, my love,” I teased, not really minding if she caught the play on words. The young woman pulled my lips against her neck and sighed. I took my time licking the soft skin there and ended by nipping her earlobe, sending a shiver along the goalkeeper’s spine.

“Nicky?” she sighed softly.

I stopped, looking at her pretty face. “Yes, baby?”

“I want you… with the strap we brought,” she said, a smug smile spreading across her features.

I moaned, her demand sending goosebumps all over my body, and rose at once to retrieve the precious item.

I opened the drawer, searching toward the back of it, my hand falling on a suggestive shape wrapped in silky black fabric. I swiftly pulled out a purple toy and a harness.

Misa stretched lasciviously as she watched me put on the harness, securing the toy in place before coming back onto the bed over her. Her hooded eyes kept looking up at me expectantly, yet her movements guided my body down, her hips directing mine until the end of the strap rubbed against her.

Our lips met again, our ragged breathing syncing with the way our hips moved in anticipation. I led the strap lower, lining it up with her entrance.

"Listo?" I murmured, making sure she still wanted it.

"Sí," she sighed, wrapping her arms around me, and I began to push very slowly.

The goalie whimpered, her grasp tightening around my shoulders. I kissed the corner of her mouth, pushing deeper. Misa’s lips parted in a loud cry, her back arching when my hips finally met hers. I waited for her to get used to the feel, our faces pressed together in a tender kiss, and then I slowly pulled out.

Her hands raked down my back, holding me closer as I pushed in again. I slightly quickened the pace and she whimpered louder, her hips moving in rhythm. As she arched more, her head fell back onto the pillow, her arms raised and her fingers digging into the fabric. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent and letting her hear just how turned on I was by making love to her like this.

I was far beyond the point of excitement, something hot and swollen growing inside me again, as my love for Misa overflowed around us, bonding us more deeply than the strap between our bodies.

Her shallow breaths brushed my face, escaping her lips with every thrust. I gazed at her, overwhelmed by the bliss written across her features, until a high-pitched moan slipped from my mouth. Misa opened her eyes, two dark pools reflecting my own need. She pulled me into a rough kiss and flipped us over.

I froze for a second, taking in Misa’s muscular thighs straddling me, the V-line stretching across her stomach and meeting on her pelvis, just above where the strap disappeared between her legs. I moaned, my core burning. I couldn’t tear my eyes from her small breasts, bouncing slowly with the gentle rocking of her hips, while she held herself against the headboard with her strong arms…

“Fuck!“ I blurted out.

The brunette whined. “Sí…” she sighed, “Fuck… me… cari…“

My hands fell on each side of her waist instantly and I resumed thrusting. As soon as I moved, her cries echoed again through the bedroom, higher pitched now, almost pleading. Combined with the way her fingers clenched the bed frame, I could tell she was very close.

When I started to pound faster, Misa stopped moving, arching desperately to chase her release. She went silent, her entire body swaying above me, clinging to the toy. Driven by her erratic breathing, I kept filling her, and then her thighs began to tremble.

"Dios mío!" she cried, her beautiful face twisted in an unbearable amount of pleasure. "More! Hostia!"

I was panting now, my legs felt shaky but I held on, trying to keep a steady rhythm, giving her everything I could. I held her waist firmly, then slipped a finger through her folds, my small caresses on her clit guiding her until she reached her orgasm.

A long cry broke from her lips, her brows knitting tight before her whole body relaxed in release as a final thrust pushed her over the edge. She moaned again and again, louder each time, her gorgeous body writhing with enjoyment until she collapsed onto me.

I wrapped my arms around her as her whimpers faded, softer now.

My embrace tightened desperately. "I love you so much," I whispered, my eyes burning at the sight of her falling appart with pleasure.

Misa freed herself from the toy and rolled onto her back. I took the harness off and crawled back to her face. My heart was drumming in my chest, worn out from effort and emotion. I kissed her cheek, my palms stroking her recovering body with all the tenderness I could offer.

The goalie turned back toward me, her breathing still shaky and her eyes shut tight as she nestled her face against my chest.

“Humm, love you Nicky,” she whispered, her lips slightly trembling. “You make me feel so good, and safe.”

I pressed her closer, not bearing the tiniest space between us, my heart bursting with overwhelming feelings. Misa’s words felt like a gift no one had ever given me. A tear fell from my eye before I even knew what was happening, landing softly on the woman resting in my arms.

She looked up at once, tender at first, then confused when she saw I was crying.

“It’s alright,” I smiled, my voice heavy with emotion. “I’ve never felt this way with anyone. You’re so special, Misa, and you make me feel special too.”

Misa’s fingers delicately wiped the tears off my face, her lips pressing gently on my collar bone.

“You’re going deeper than the strap…” she chuckled, her own eyes shining.

She sank back into our embrace, holding me tightly. I wouldn’t have moved an inch away from her anyway.

I didn’t know how long we stayed like this, but we had fallen asleep for a long time before our bodies finally parted.

When the light woke me up in the middle of the night, I realized we hadn’t pulled the curtains. The full moon was high and bright in the cloudless sky. Tomorrow, each of us would return to our families for the rest of the holidays. Misa and I would not see each other for weeks.

I went back to bed after closing the curtains, pressing my face between her shoulder blades. I started drifting back to sleep, her snores welcome tonight, knowing I was going to miss even that in a few days.

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misettemisette · 2 months ago

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They surely are 🥰

okay, they're cute. 🙂‍↕️

#misa rodriguez #marta cardona #real madrid femenino #atletico madrid femenino #futfem #woso #woso community #spwnt #woso imagine

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misettemisette · 2 months ago

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Misa be like

But also

The versatility of this girl had me laying on the floor 😳

Literally

#that’s a very pretty girl #misa rodriguez #misa misa misa #woso #woso community #spwnt #woso imagine #misa rodriguez x reader #spanish goalkeeper #woso soccer #spanish footballers #best goalkeeper #goalkeeper

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Chapter 10 ➺ A place for words

Starting over In Madrid

Summary: After moving to Madrid as Real Madrid's new photographer, Nicky can’t seem to take her eyes off the pretty face Misa Rodríguez. But how will she handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her contract strictly forbids dating players? WC: 5,5K words TW: none PS: French writer Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clásico Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and Peaks Chapter 6 ➺ Paris est magique Chapter 7 ➺ In the Haze Chapter 8 ➺ Confusion and directions Chapter 9 ➺ The same struggle

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I snapped a picture of a group of elder people sitting together on a bench and chatting with energy. Misa had gone on international break. It was a hot, bright day in the Spanish capital, and I was walking Angela through the fancy neighborhood of Palacio.

“This is so great, Angie!" I cheered. “Ana said I’ll be directing the photo and filming team. She’s going to hire two assistants and she want me to work with the set designer team! She said I really got the Real Madrid identity. It’s my ability to think of the club’s visual communication globally that really made me stand out.“

“Of course you stood out!“, Angela winked as we stepped onto the Calle de Baillen bridge.

I stopped again to photograph the streets below. Unfortunately, they were deserted. Predictable. It was four o’clock, mid-July, the perfect time for an afternoon nap.

“Did I mention that my pay will be better too?” I added with excitement as we resumed our walk.

“Only a dozen times!“ Angela teased.

“Er, sorry! It’s just, I have never been that excited about work. I feel I’ll never get tired of it! It’s fun and creative, and I really get along with everybody!“ I exclaimed but my smile disappeared a second later.

“But you don’t know what to do about Misa…” Angela went straight to the point.

“Yeah…” I sighed “I can’t quit! But I don’t want Misa to be unhappy!”

We reached the other side of the bridge.

“Do you think she’s feeling that bad?” My friend asked.

“I don’t know. I won’t lie to you, it’s hard for me as well. Every day at work, I feel like a child trying not to get caught. When we go out, we’re always double-checking our surroundings and we prefer not to get too close. In the end, the only quality time we have together is at home. But that’s okey, I mean, that’s not the problem…“

Angela grabbed my arm gently and led me to a small, shady square. “Come on, let’s sit. What is the problem Nicky?“ She sensed I needed to talk.

“It’s just… how am I supposed to tell her I love her when I have nothing serious to offer her? Working at Real Madrid, Misa and I will never be real girlfriends!“

Angela put her hand on my thigh. “You know, that is exactly what I feared when you told me about your feelings. Hooking up is one thing, but falling in love is another… I feared it would make you sad not be allowed to be with her, and it’s happening…“ She sighed too and continued. “I thought a lot about what to tell you if we ended up talking about it. I know you, Nicky. I know how impatient and stressed out you can be. So, here is my advise: be patient, don’t rush. Enjoy your time together even if it’s in secret. If your relationship lasts, I think you’ll both know in a few months what to do.” Angela patted me.

I sighed again, tired about the complexity of the situation. “What if I don’t have time? I’m pretty sure Léa, our new goalkeeper, has a crush on Misa.“

Angela giggled lightly “You are already jealous and protective, that girl really has you falling deep! Did you tell Misa about Léa?”

I blushed. “I did… and she said it was nothing… and that she wanted… me” I melted at the memory of her brown gaze, so tender, when she had said those words.

“That’s so cute of her! Relax Nicky! Misa’s feeling good with you! Although, I think you should talk to her openly. She did her part by saying that, now it’s up to you. You have more to lose than she does, so she probably needs to be reassured that you really want to be with her.”

“I really want to be with her…“ I repeated, my eyes prickling. "This is so unfair! We’re not doing anything wrong!”

“I know, Sweetie. Talk to her. Be honest about what you want.“

Unsure of myself, I’d always been bad at doing the taking. But my friend had made a point, Misa was in much more uncertainty than I was. My heart tightened at the thought of the young goalie silently waiting for me to express my feelings, dreading week after week I would finally chose my job over her…

“You’re right, Angie. I’ll make it up to her.”

***

When Angela went home the next day, I felt sad and lonely but fueled by a new determination. I was not going to leave fate decide whether or not I’d succeed in telling Misa my feelings anymore. No, I was going to plan our reunion day with care and I was going to make it happen.

Back in the Cuidad, I had less work, and, I had to admit, less fun without Misa and Hayley. Both of them were away with their national teams, and I would have became bored without my besties if planning my love declaration didn’t take all my time and energy. Day and night, my love-sick brain kept going back to Misa. I wanted us to be somewhere quiet yet lively, somewhere beautiful.

To find the perfect place, I had the idea to contact Sofie’s friend, Carmen. We met a few days later. Swen took us on a tour of the fancy galleries in the center of Madrid and we ended up in one of Carmen’s cutest spot: a hidden rooftop bar in the La Latina neighborhood. Large sofas and fabric screens divided the vast terrace into comfy, trendy spaces. Cocktails were delicious, and they even played a few songs I knew Misa liked. I had no trouble imagining a romantic evening here with the pretty brunette.

My mind raced on its own. First, we would meet in a park to enjoy the weather and do some nature photography. Then we could grab a coffee, where I would tell her I wanted to take her to a surprise place. She would be curious as hell, drowning me with questions all the way there. I was sure she would fall for the place at first sight. After that, sharing a Piña Colada or a strawberry Mojito, I would confess that I’d fallen in love with her.

That was perfect!

***

“Hello Misa!“

“Hola, cariño!“

Hearing her voice on the phone was warmer than the hot summer wind of Madrid. I rolled over in bed, instinctively searching for her hard, reassuring body, and grasped a pillow instead. God, how much I missed her!

The footballer and I had texted a lot, telling each other about our day or just sharing sweet words. I had watched both of Spain’s matches on TV, Misa spending them on the bench as she had foreseen. Fortunately, the team won both games, which lifted her spirits. She told me about the nonsense she got up to with her close friends Jenni, Alexia and Laia in the locker room. On another evening, it was about a really pushing training session she had handled well, the next day, she sent me a cute video of her dancing in front of the mirror. Each message overflowed with her unique mix of passion and humor, and I started acting cheesy, watching our selfies together before sleeping every night.

Tonight was the first time we called during the international break. The goalkeeper wasn’t in a room by herself. She had managed to escape an evening watching a TV show with Alexia and Laia slipping outside to have some privacy.

“Cómo estás?“ The goalie asked joyfully.

“Estoy bien. He visto a la amiga de Sofie la semana pasada! See, I’m learning Spanish!“ I giggled.

“Pero bueno, mi Nicky! Qué hiciste con ella?“

“What did we do? Hum, estábamos… en la ciudad…y… No sé, I’m sorry. I think I need private lessons with a qualified teacher.”

“Jaja, I’m already your football teacher, I can’t be your Spanish teacher as well!“ Misa laughed.

I squeezed the pillow tighter. “I want no other teacher than you.”

“Vale, I’ll—“ But her voice was drowned by a sudden burst of noise.

People were shouting and laughing wildly, their voices mixing with the sound of erratic footsteps on gravel. I straightened in bed at once.

“Misa?!“ I called out, panicking she might be in trouble.

“Hola, hola!“ a new, energetic female voice rang out. “Es Nicky, vale?“

I answered awkwardly, “Er… who—?“

“Don’t worry, chica, it’s Jenni. You know, I’m Misa’s friend!“

I exhaled, relieved but also a bit puzzled. I hadn’t known Misa had told her friends about me.

“Joder Jenni! Dame mi móvil! No es divertido!“ I heard Misa’s voice in the background. “Déjame!“

“Sujetadla bien! Solo tardo un minuto!” Jenni shout at someone. Then she said back to the phone, “So, Nicky, I’m glad to finally talk to you. Misa wouldn’t let us, so we had to find a way.”

Her soft tone contrasted with the angry voices still echoing in the background.

“Misa, No eres la única malota!“ “Ni la más fuerte!“ “Por cierto, tenéis que ser tres para sujetarme!“

“Er, okay… and why did you want to talk to me.“ I asked Jenni, feeling more and more confusing to me.

“Relax Chica! No pasa nada! First of all, thanks for putting up with Misa. Not many people has the patience and dedication she requires.“ Jenni said.

I chuckled lightly, sensing there was no harm in talking to her.

“And secondly, you have to come on holidays with us in August! I’ve been pushing Misa to invite you for days but she’s too shy to ask you herself.“

“Oh!“ I bite my lip, this was all too cute to handle.

“You don’t need to answer now, Nicky. Just let Misa know when you’ve made up your mind! I’m giving the phone back to her. Hasta pronto, niña!“

A new wave of indistinct noises crackled through the phone until the rasping breath of the goalie filled my ear.

“I…will…kill…them…for…this!“ Misa panted.

I couldn’t stop myself from bursting into laughter, imagining the young brunette crimson with shame, sulking dramatically.

“Pfff, even you are making fun of me now…“

“I’m not making fun of you!“ I said, letting myself fall back onto the bed. “But I would pay to see your face right now! You must be so cute! Fuck, I miss you!“ I blurted out. Instantly, my cheeks grew hot.

“Ay! I… miss you too“. She said, her tone softening.

I stared at the ceiling for a second, smiling stupidly while I tired to gather my thoughts.

“The answer’s yes, Mis’. If the invite still stands…?” I added, closing my eyes and waiting for her reaction.

“Are you serious?!“ The goalie exclaimed.

“Pretty serious, your friends seem fun and wild! Annnnnd I think I’d like to go on vacation with you.“ My face burned even hotter.

“Guau, I’m so happy!“ Misa replied. “We’re going to Formentera! The villa we’ll rent is so nice! I’ll send you pictures!“

I grabbed my pillow and fiddled with a corner, a broad smile not leaving my face.

“Please do! But I need to check if the flights are affordable. Traveling in summer can be pretty expensive.“

“You’re kidding, Nicky. You’re not going to pay anything, I’m inviting you!“

I bit my lip again. Misa really was one of the generous ones. “No, Misa, I can’t accept.“

“No way you’re paying. Don’t insist“

“I must Mis’, I would feel like I’m taking advantage of you…“

“Vale…” Misa exhaled heavily into the phone, and I thought I’d won, but then she quickly continued. “Can you accept… for me? To forgive me for not having invited you myself…”

“Oh“ I paused. Misa was a proud person. She wasn’t always keen to apology and she hated feeling like she had messed up. So, I knew how much it was costing her to say that. “Okay Honey, you win“ I surrendered.“ But in return, I’m taking you out the day you get back.“

“Deal. I’m landing at 3 PM, I just need to make a quick stop at home, and then I’m your woman.“

I crushed my pillow, grinning. How satisfying it was to hear Misa Rodríguez saying she was mine.

“Then, the rendezvous is at Parque del Retiro at 5’.

“Awesome!»

***

A few days later, A bright, beating sun soaked the alleys of the Parque del Retiro. The air was suffocating. July in Madrid was no joke and I was sweating like a beast in my tank top and short. The strap of my camera dug into my bare shoulder as I walked down the wide path, the shade of the trees making the heat just about bearable. I stopped in a smaller shadowy path, wiped the sweat from my forehead, gulped some water, and sent Misa my precise location.

Standing in my cooler spot, I spent the next few minutes peering impatiently down the alley. My feet were literally itching and my heart was drumming in my chest at the prospect of being reunited with Misa. Meeting her outside meant a lot. I had chosen the most famous park of Madrid as a symbol. Many lovers met here to share romantic moments in front of the lake. I hoped Misa would understand how much I wished we were a regular couple.

As soon as it appeared, I recognized the tall, sturdy silhouette from afar. Her walk was unmistakable. She stepped into a patch of sun, and I spotted her smiling face. She waved, did a small hop, and started to run toward me. My eyes stayed locked on her as she came closer and closer, until we flung ourselves into each other’s arms.

Her scent filled my lungs. The feel of our bodies pressed together was the best in the world. Her breathing mixed with the sound of the wind blowing gently through the leaves. We pulled apart, and locked eyes, no words needed. Misa’s gaze dropped to my mouth, hesitant, while I wasn’t — I crashed my lips against hers. My heart danced. My brain slowed down. Our passionate kissing went on and on.

Then Misa start to cover my mouth with little kisses, making me giggle like a teenager. Her kisses moved to my cheeks and then down to my neck.

“You smell like my shampoo” was the first thing she said.

Misa rolled her eyes and bowed theatrically in front of me. “Good afternoon, Lady Nicky,” she said, failing hilariously at a chic English accent, the rolled r in “afternoon” sounding very Spanish.

“You may rise Gentlewoman!” I responded. She looked up to me playfully and I shyly added. “I may have bought your shampoo while you were away…”

Misa looked touched, her mouth forming the pout I loved.

“You missed me that much?”

“Maybe” I blushed, embarrassed. “Come on, we have a nature photography course waiting!” I said, changing the subject and leading my giggling Misa to a more flourishing part of the park.

I spotted a nice lawn where a few birds were pecking at the remains of a cake.

“This is perfect. We’ll go quietly so we don’t scare them away.” I took out my camera, and slipped the strap over the brunette’s head. “I’ve already done the presets: shutter speed is medium because there’s plenty of lights, though it’s getting cloudy…” I glanced at the sky. The blue was barely visible behind a sheer layer of white clouds.

“Maybe heat will drop.” Misa said hopefully, frowning as she looked up at the dazzling white sky. Then she glanced back to the camera in her hands. “So, do I need to change the presets?”

“If there’s less light, you have to …?” I tested her photography knowledge.

“Lower the speed? No… increase the speed… !” She said, glancing at me unsurely.

Misa was focusing for once, and it made my heart melt.

“Yes, increase the speed, because if the shutter speed is too slow, your photo is going to be…?

“Blurry?” Her brows were half-frowned, half-raised as she watched me expectantly to see if she was right.

“Well done, María Isabel!”

“Yes!” Misa did a little victory jig. “I’ll try to take a photo of that pigeon over there.”

She advanced and crouched carefully. I watched her put the camera in front of her face, concentrating as she turned the lens to zoom in. The pigeon was still searching the grass for crumbs when a crow landed smoothly, making the other birds fly away. The sound of the shutter kept clicking restlessly.

Misa came back to me, looking at the camera screen eagerly. “Mira Nicky! look!“

I glanced at a nice shot of the flying crow, its wings spread wide and its beak open. She scrolled back, showing me the other photos.

“Well done Misa, this is good! The exposure is a bit strong, you should should close down the aperture, but good job on the focus, the crow’s sharp!”

“Gracias, Nicky!” she beamed, gratitude in her eyes mixing with something mischievous. “I’d like more color. Can you correct the presets for me, cari?”

Her ducky, demanding expression had me giving in at once. I took back the camera, focusing a moment on the screen to make the changes.

“Okay, I think you’ll like it better now…” I went to hand the camera back to Misa but the goalkeeper had disappeared.

“Misa?” I called, glancing around to see where she’d gone. “Misa it’s not funny! Where are you, what’s going on ?”

I stepped onto the grass. More people were scattered across the nearby lawns, making it harder to spot the missing goalie. I called her again, confused and wondering what new madness she was up to.

“¡Bu!” The goalie sprang at me from behind a large tree, making me nearly die of fright, and making her die of laughter.

“Fucking hell, Mis!” I shouted at her, clutching my camera as the goalie laughed out loud.

Still chuckling, Misa tried to take me in her arms, but I shoved her away, embarrassed to have been pranked so easily. She tried again and succeeded in wrapping me up in her arms. I struggled to break free, wrestling against her firm grip, trying to make her fall, but her strong feet stayed planted firmly on the ground.

After a moment of fighting, I decided she deserved a low blow. I put my camera safely back in its bag and then started to tickle her along her ribs. I reveled in my girlfriend’s surprised scream, and she instantly tried to back away. I took the chance to slam into her hard, the element of surprise allowing me to knock her off balance. We both landed on the grass, giggling madly.

Misa let me take her in my arms as I pulled her against me. I pecked her cheek. My lips grazed her skin, soft, warm, its smell intoxicating. The goalie clearly wasn’t complaining about being cuddled. At some point, she pulled out her phone and took a selfie of us, after which she exhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

How perfect this moment was. My arms were wrapped around her, my nose buried in her hair, the shade of the tree keeping us safe from the lowering hot sun. Everybody was chilling around us. Children played happily at some game a bit farther away. Even the birds were adding their melodious voice as a contribution to the lovely atmosphere.

“Nicky?“ Misa’s anxious voice pulled me out of my daydreaming. “Isn’t that your boss, Ana, over there?“

My heart leapt.

In the middle of the path, only a few feet from us, was Ana with her family: a tall bearded guy and a small blond boy on a kid’s bike.

I froze in fear. If Ana turned her head, I would be done for. We couldn’t even pretend to be friends enjoying a nice summer afternoon. Our intertwined bodies left little doubt about our relationship status.

“Cari, what should we do?“ Misa asked feebly. Obviously, she wasn’t daring to move an inch either.

The path curved slightly, where it would become almost impossible for Ana not to see us. I had to think of something, and quick!

“Roll over, and pretend to nap on the grass.“ I muttered as the family got closer.

Misa lifted herself off me and lay on her belly. An expert eye could tell it was her but, I would bet she could be recognized from afar.

I straightened up slowly, Ana still hadn’t looked at me. I took my courage in both hands and walked straight toward her.

“Hello Ana, I see we’re all enjoying this warm day at the park!“

Ana’s surprised face confirmed she hadn’t noticed us cuddling a moment before.

“Hola Nicky. Indeed! Here’s my husband Pedro and my son Mateo.”

“Nice to meet you.“ I greeted them as they both waved to me. “I’m practicing a bit, the colors are lovely today.“ I added, lifting my camera awkwardly.

“You’re right to do so…“ Ana replied, apparently wondering why I shared so much about my current activities. I had to end that strange conversation quickly.

“Yep, I’m going to the lake. Have a nice day!“

“We’re going to the lake too, Mateo loves it. Go ahead, we’ll follow you.“

Fuck! Just my luck!

“Er, sorry I was thinking of the small one at the south of the park.“ I tried, praying hard they wouldn’t change their mind and come with me.

“El gran lago, Mama! El gran lago!“ Mateo chimed in.

“Si, vamos al gran lago, mi niño. Sorry Nicky, we’ll leave you there. Good day to you.“

“No problem, good day Ana. Bye“

And they went ahead, when I headed in the opposite direction.

As soon as I had turned a corner, I stopped, and sighed with relief. My heart was pounding like crazy. How close it had been again! The whole situation had been pretty awkward, leaving me shaking like a leaf.

A leaf that was caught by strong hands a minute later.

“They’re gone toward the main path. There is no danger left, Cari.“

I faced her, still trembling. If the danger was gone, why was she looking at me so anxiously? Was she afraid I would dismiss her for almost getting me fired? A strong gust of wind made her hair dance around her head and I moved the strands away from her face. That is not going to happen Mis’. In one hour, two at the most, you’ll know how you make me feel, I thought, wanting nothing more than to make the glint of worry leave her eyes.

A loud rumble of thunder erupted from the sky and big raindrops began to fall suddenly.

“Ay no! Mierda!” The goalie exclaimed.

“Fuck!“ I peered at the sky, which had turned an ominous dark gray.

More rain began to fall and Misa took my arm. “Come on, I know a place where we can shelter!“

Drops were pouring hard now. We were running along with the masses of people hurrying through the alleys. We reached a crossroad and Misa turned left. Then, she took a narrow deserted path. Even the denser vegetation wasn’t enough to shield us from the pounding rain.

“Alli!” she shouted as we reached a new crossroad. Her hand grasped back mine firmly, and she led me toward a really tiny kiosk. We rushed inside the small but protected space.

Drenched to the bones, we shivered in spite of the still-relative heat. We stayed there a moment, watching the unceasing pounding rain turn the dusty earth pathways into pools of mud. My romantic plan was falling apart too. We could stay inside the bar… the décor was less cute, but we would at least enjoy a good cocktail together, provided we got dry first…

“Madre mía! We’re at the park on the only stormy day in Madrid!”

“It’s really bad luck…” I responded, feeling down. I watched Misa’s sturdy silhouette outlined against the rainy horizon. My mood brightened. Nothing could really go wrong as long as I was with her.

Feeling playful again, I slowly approached the brunette from behind, and nudged her waist with a scream to scare the hell out of her.

“Ahhh! No, Nicky!” Misa fled from my outstretched, tickle-ready hands. I pursued her inside the minuscule kiosk, tears of laughter in my eyes at the sight of her panicked expression. “Noooo! Déjame!”

“You seem cold! I just want to warm you!” I joked as I ran after her. I didn’t know Misa was so ticklish and it was really fun to finally have a way to be physically threatening to her.

Eventually, she climbed onto the low wall circling the kiosk, arms outstretched in front of her to protect herself from my assaults. “Nicky! Cari! No! Porfi!” she begged with a panicked laugh.

“Okay! I think you’re warm enough! I’ll stop,” I giggled. “You can climb down, I won’t tickle you”.

Misa looked at me doubtfully.

I held out my hands to show her my good intentions and to help her go down “Sweetie, I promise you I won’t”

A strong gust of wind swept the tiny space, and the goalie shivered again. Finally, she trusted my offered hands to help her down. Yet, she was on her guard when she landed in front of me.

The rain was still falling madly all around us. The inclined wind had soaked half the shelter, and we were staying in the only dry space left. The storm wasn’t slowing down, and the prospect of going to the trendy rooftop bar felt impossible.

Misa’s hands were in mine, soft and relaxed now that she’d understood I wasn’t going to trick her. My fingers gently brushed hers. My glance came back to her face, framed by her long wet and wavy hair, her smirk brightening the moody weather. I took in her soft look, her eyelashes and brows where a few drops had clung, the ones pounding on the roof a tuneless, soothing music.

I felt aligned with everything.

It wasn’t going to happen as I expected, but I didn’t care. A few things hadn’t happened as planned since I came to Madrid, and I wasn’t complaining about them. Therefore, I was contemplating the beautiful person in front of me, the one who had unexpectedly come into my life, when my lips parted to speak the words.

“I love you.”

My heart clung to her brown eyes opening wide, her brows going up with a smile of surprise.

She shut her eyes and I felt the grip of her hands tighten as she exhaled. The goalie led her face closer and opened her eyes again, the gold ring on her nose glinted as she cocked her head to the side, the corners of her mouth twitching when she said:

“I love you too”.

My heart skipped a beat, or two or three, her big dark eyes losing themselves in mine, shiner than usual.

“Te quiero!” she repeated in her own tongue, and her hand fell on the nape of my neck, pulling me into the softest kiss we had shared yet. My eyes prickled as I clung to her lips, savoring the taste of her mouth, the smell of her breath, of her sweet and floral perfume melting into the musky scent of the rain. The feel of her body striving to hold me closer made me feel so desperately in love with her that it took me a moment to realize I was tugging hard at her wet T-shirt, as if I were afraid Misa and her love for me would vanish if I ever let her go.

The goalie’s lips left mine to kissed my forehead as she hugged me gently and I melted in her cute embraced, overwhelmed.

“I want to be with you,” I said my hands pressing her muscular back. “For real”.

Our bodies parted as we stared at each other, and I felt cold without her warmth against me. The goalie’s grin had reappeared but faded away just as quickly.

“Mi too, Cari, but I don’t want you to quit your job for me. It makes you so happy…”

“I’m happy with you” I replied at once but I felt we needed to talk more now that we were at it. “Look, I can’t quit right now, but I won’t loose you for a stupid work contract!”

Misa’s nose twitched again.

“Yeah I know.” She said, and she went to sit on the low wall behind her, her head falling down. “Nicky, I need to tell you something… Because of clubs rivalries, I’ve been kind of forced to hide my previous relationships. When you arrived at the Ciudad and we started hanging out, I thought: Increíble! I may have found somebody I can openly be with! But then, you told me about the clause… and it was like I was bound to go through it all over again.” The pretty brunette lifted her head, guilt in her eyes. “I’m sorry I’ve been weird, I’m just tired of it sometimes.”

I crouched in front of her to take her in my arms. “Misa, baby, I’m sorry…” It broke my heart to see that strong woman so vulnerable all of sudden. I wasn’t responsible, but I truly hated putting her in that position. “I’m so sorry! You have to give me time. I mean, given the circumstances, we can’t rush things…”

The goalkeeper bit her lips and sighed again, worry flashing across her pretty face.

“I’m not in a rush. I get you, Nicky” she answered before rising up to peer at the pouring water. The paths all around us had become rivers of mud.

Misa turned back to me, her face sad. “But what happens next? Do you really know what it takes to be with a professional athlete? Right now, our schedules match; we can spend free time together, we travel together. But if you quit, our schedules won’t align anymore. I’ll be away almost once a week, all my weekends taken by matches, several weeks out of town for international breaks and competitions, plus the regular work and training obligations you already know…” The young woman took my hands back in hers and asked, “Do you really think you could be happy in a relationship like that?”

The pounding rain was finally easing as Misa’s chest rose and fell, surrendering our relationship’s future to me. A perplexed expression drew across her features when she saw me smile mildly.

“You’re worth it,“ I replied without a doubt. “I can’t promise you it will work but I’ll be more than happy to try.” The goalie’s smile was back. She blinked several times.

“Te quiero Misa and nothing can compete against that” I stated.

Misa hugged me tight again. Her strong arms wrapped around me protectively, possessively, and she led her lips from my column to the my ear.

“Let’s go home now, Cari” She whispered.

Dripping from the roof, the rain was falling back at full force, wrapping the kiosk in a veil of water. We glanced at the sunken alleys of the park, and hand in hand, we jumped through the curtain of heavy drops, leaving the shelter where we had just laid out our hearts for the first time.

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