Ready, Aim, Shoot (3)
Hi guys!
I post it again, the other one just disappeared without any reason. Sorry if you already red it.
TW : Blood, creepy psychologist, panic attack, angst, depression.
PART 1 | PART 2
Blood. There is blood everywhere. The more you look, the more there is. You look at your shaking hands, cover in red. You donât know whose blood is it though. The room you are in is only white, adding to the contrast with the blood color. Breathing quickly, you look around and thatâs when you finally see her.
Alexia.
Alexia is laying in the middle of the room, her body surrounded by red too. Panicking, you kneel next to her, shaking her to try to wake her. But she doesnât. She stays still in your hand, not moving. Not breathing. This is when you scream.
You scream so much that it wakes you up suddenly. Heavily breathing, you sit on your bed, blindly trying to find the button on your bedside lamp. You finally managed to find it, but when you put the light on, Alexia isnât next to you in your bed.
Itâs only when you left your room to look for her that you remember. Sheâs not here tonight, sheâs sleeping in Tenerife, where she played today. Or yesterday, because itâs actually three in the morning. Itâs the first time she leaves
you alone for all the night since you came back.
Alexia Is not here, but itâs your fault. You assured her that you will be ok, almost pushing her out of your flat. She made you swear to call her if you need her, no matter what time is it. She asked Mapi to come to look for you last night, so you watched the game with the blonde before she went home. You fell asleep quickly actually, you were far to imagine a wake up like that.
You should really call her; she will be disappointed with you if she learns the state of panic you are in without calling her. But you hate the idea to wake her up at this time of the night. She played yesterday, sheâs coming home today. She needs to rest.
You find refuge on your couch, putting the TV on. But you canât forget the picture of Alexia and the blood everywhere. You feel like itâs still on your body, no matter how many times you look at your hands to be sure that you donât have a little red on you. Thirty minutes after you wake up, you decided to go take a shower.
You pass a long time under it, water burning, washing your body again and again. You ignore the scare that your accident left on your body. You hate them. No matter how many times Alexia kissed them, telling you that you are strong and even more beautiful than before.
You feel guilty as hell when you think about your girlfriend. She is amazing with you, so patient and so loving. You donât feel like you deserve her. You donât make any progress with your mental health and itâs disturbing. You even think about breaking up with Alexia one time, disgusting by yourself. She deserves so much more than you. But right after you had a panic attack, because how can you live without her? Sheâs your whole world.
You are not even strong enough to make the things right for her.
When the feeling of the hot water and the strength with which you rubbed your skin became too much to handle, you stop the water and get out of the shower. This time your skin is red, but you know why.
You pick a hoodie from Alexia and one of her old Barcelonaâs short. If you canât have your girlfriendâs arms, at least you can have her smell. And, after some hesitation, you even take her pillow to go with you to the couch of your living room. You take snack and watch some stupid things on TV while scrolling on your phone.
You are still tired, but you donât want to take the risk to fall asleep again. Youâre terrified to have this dream again. Every time the images came back in your brain, you try to hug Alexiaâs pillow harder. It kind of work, but it has nothing to do with Alexiaâs comfort.
You fall asleep after 8 oâclock, after your girlfriend told you that they are boarding and that she will be home soon.
You are still asleep when Alexia comes home. She smiles seeing you laying on the couch, cuddle against her pillow, in her clothes. You are watching YouTube now, from her account, and you choose the playlist where she puts all the games she finds interesting. Only putting her suitcase on the ground, she comes to sit next to you, softly stroking your hair.
âAlexia?â you mumble, opening your eyes with difficulty.
âHi sleepy headâ
Her smile is affectionate, and you get up on one elbow to rub your eyes and have a better look at her. Her hairs are down and she seems fine. She seems happy, maybe to see you? The plan was that she takes a taxi with Jana to come back home, Alexia didnât want you to drive because some noises sometimes make you jump.
âHow are you?â Alexia asks softly.
âCan I have a hug?â
She smiles and passes her arms around you to hug you. But you lay on the couch again, taking her with you on it. She giggles and you smile, forgetting for the first time your nightmare.
âIâm glad youâre hereâ you whisper after some minutes.
âIâm glad to be back to you too.â
You hum, turning a little to pass a lag around her knees and cuddle tighter against her. Sheâs stroking your back lovingly, sometimes kissing your head. You started to wonder how much mental pressure you are putting on her when she talks again.
âYou remember Marta? From the media team?â
âI think I doâ you answer, frowning. âWhy?â
âShe just left for her maternity leave, and she doesnât know for now if she will come back.â
âOk?â
You are still frowning when you look at your girlfriend, not understanding where she wants to go. I mean you are happy that people have baby and all. But what does it make a change for you?
It looks like Alexiaâs idea was that you apply for the job. You try to escape that idea, not really happy about the idea of meeting tons of people who will know about your story and look at you with pity in their eyes. But Alexia assures you that it wonât happen, adding that you just can go for the interview without saying yes after.
Long story short, you are now sitting on your desk for your first day.
Your job is basically to find idea of activities to anime the games, a little more marketing than journalism to be honest. But it looks fun and like Alexia said before, when Marta will come back, you donât have to stay here if you donât want to.
********
âHi, Iâd like a meeting with the new media manager?â
A voice in front of you make you raise your head, even if you recognize it immediately. Alexia is smirking at you from the door of your office, looking like she just finishes her shower. Which she probably did given the time.
âIâm sorry, but you have to talk to my assistant first, she will give you my time scheduleâ you smirk back.
Alexia frown slightly, closing the door behind her before coming for you.
âYou have an assistant?â
You know that frown and you roll your eyes while standing up to great her like she deserves it.
âYes, I haveâ you answer, letting yourself go against her when she takes you in her arms.
She hums, her lips against your hair, trying to look discreetly in the open office by the window. The gesture makes you chuckle and you raise your head to have a better look at her.
âWhat? I was just looking to know if you knew her, thatâs all.â
âSure, mi Amor.â
She pouts and you kiss it better, just to see the smile she has right after. You werenât really happy to start to work again to be honest, but you have to admit that itâs a good thing for you to keep your head busy with something. Alexia was right, once again.
âAre you ready to leave? Iâm taking you home.â
âI am.â
You take your stuff with you, before letting Alexia passes her arm around your waist to take you with her. You donât know if itâs only the jealousy talking right now, but you have to admit that she is way more openly affective with you since your accident. Not that you have a problem with it, obviously. But the way her gaze is scanning the room when you left after saying goodbye to your colleagues, it makes you think that there is at least a little part of jealousy in it.
Which is totally stupid, you only see her.
âYou seems happierâ Alexia says cautiously over her plate that night.
You look at her for some seconds before nodding. You are, but you are scared to mention it in case that it makes your nightmares coming back.
âI am. Thanks to youâ you smile softly.
âAre you really? Or are you hiding something for me like when I was away for the game to Tenerife?â
You blush and almost chock on your tomato, but you somehow are able to keep some dignity. You donât take the time to try to deny her statement though, you know that she knows. Of course she does. She reads you like an open book. Alexia has the decency to not point anything else, waiting patiently for your answer.
âI really am better. You were right, I really needed to get out from here even if it was difficult at first. Itâs great to have something to do, not that cooking for you wasnât entertaining. But going out⊠Itâs great.â
She nods softly, without leaving your face with her eyes. You know immediately that there is something else in her mind, but you donât push, letting her carry the conversation.
âDo you think I was too suffocating with you? Maybe if IâŠâ
âNo!â you cut her after some seconds of incredulity. âAlexia how could youâŠ? Are you joking? You are the reason that Iâm still here and mentally good. You are the reason that I keep fighting to be fine again. I couldnât have done it without you. I forbid you to think of anything like that.â
âIâm sorry. Itâs some insecurities and I shouldnât have told you thatâ she frowns again, playing with her forks and some pasta left in her plate.
âAlexia, donât please.â
She looks at you again when you stand up, just to come sit on her lap. She welcomes you by taking you close against her with her arms. You pass your arms around your neck, one of your fingers playing with the baby hair on her neck.
âYou are so perfect to me. I donât know if Iâll be able to thank you enough one day for it. You were always right and done nothing wrong all those days. A lot of people would have abandoned, but you are still here with me.â
âIâll never abandon youâ she mumbles right into your eyes.
You can see how much she means those worlds and you have to take all your strength not to start crying like a baby. Youâre pretty sure that your eyes are shining from tears but you busy yourself by stroking her cheek tenderly.
âYou said one time that my come back is a miracle, do you remember? Well, you are my miracle.â you add, after she nods.
She kisses you and the way she did makes your head turned. She only let you breath for several seconds when you need air, before kissing you again with even more intensity. You had sex again after some weeks of rehab from your part, but not like you did before your departure. And itâs hard to see Alexia restrain her gestures, scared as hell to hurt you. Tonight though, you feel like that maybe it will come back.
********
It came back.
You are laying on your bed, lovingly enveloped in your girlfriendâs arms. Her skin is so soft against yours, your face hiding in her neck. You are lull by Alexiaâs deep and slow breathing and you are starting to wonder if sheâs falling asleep when she talks quietly.
âHow are you feeling?â
âGreat. Safe. Warm.â
âPerfectâ Alexia sighs softly, moving a little to be more comfortable on the mattress.
You look up at her, admiring the shape of her jaw, her perfect nose, her beautiful eyes, and her so kissable lips.
âWhat?â she asks when she sees you staring.
âNothingâ you giggle. âYouâre just so beautiful.â
She rolls her eyes before closing them, tightening you harder against her. You donât need anything than her body to keep you warm and you love it.
âWould you be angry if I stopped working there?â
The sudden question makes her open her eyes again to look at you. She seems to be thinking for several seconds before answering.
âOf course not. Why do you want to stop anyway? Is someone nasty with you?â
âNot at allâ you deny, already imagine her hunting the person who would do that to you. âI was thinking that⊠maybe I could finish one of my book projects?â
âYou mean one of your thousand amazing scenario who are desperately waiting on your computer?â
âExactly thatâ you answer, rolling your eyes.
She teases you way to much about it already.
âIf itâs what you want, of course Iâll support you. But what about going out to meet people?â
You see the worried already and you answer, kissing her cheek.
âIâll go write into a CafĂ© or something. Maybe seeing people, crowd and streets will help me to get idea.â
********
Thatâs exactly what you did, after finishing your job with the media. The first days, you werenât really effective, more focused on whatâs going on around you and which story you want to choose. After some debate with yourself and help asking to your mother and Alexia, you choose to mix two stories and start writing again. It made you start from the beginning, but itâs maybe better like this.
You still get to your psychiatrist to your session twice a week, always a little more scared to go without Alexia. Your psychiatrist told both of you that it could be good for you to come without your girlfriend. Alexia accepted immediately, always being interested in everything that can make you feel better.
You always have a strange feeling without Alexiaâs halo, and itâs only happened when you come here. You donât have trouble to go grocery shopping without Alexia or go to the CafĂ© to write.
Itâs particularly hard to come today, you talked to Alexia by the phone before your appointment to ease your stress. She seems to realize that something is wrong, because she talks a lot about her day. She only does that to change your mind, and you love her for that.
âHello Y/Nâ your therapist greats you.
You great her back and start talking about your new occupation, your activities since the last time and the travel Alexia proposed to you last night. It was something you canât stop to think about since she mentioned it, eager to go away for some days in the sun with the woman you love.
âDonât you think it will be too soon?â the doctor asks, only looking at her notepad.
You are taken aback. You would never have thought that she can be thinking that itâs a bad idea. She never stops to tell you to go ahead and try new things since the beginning.
âTaking a plane, going to an airport, in a place that might remind you of your trauma? What would you do if you have one of your panic attacks there?â
You donât know what to answer to that. Alexia mentioned Canary Islands and a private hotel with a private beach, which seems far away from the Middle East.
âNo, I mean⊠Iâm going better now. And Iâll be with Ale. Everything will be ok.â
She looks at you this time, raising an eyebrow. Her look is sharp, almost mean and you have trouble swallow your saliva. You feel like a schoolgirl getting bullied by her teacher.
âDonât you think you already lean too much on the poor girl? Maybe she suggests the holidays to have some rest, are you sure she wants you to go with her?â
You donât really remember the end of the appointment and you donât know how you managed to find yourself in the Barcelonaâs facilities. You canât think straight anymore, itâs like this woman knew all your insecurities and tell you that you are right to have them.
What if sheâs right? What if Alexia canât stand your presence, your toxics dreams and mental health? You already knew that you werenât good enough for her and that she deserved better. You canât believe that you let her makes you believe that she can love you. How can she? How can anyone?
You were turning around to go home when you hear someone call your name.
âY/N?â
You recognize Mariona through your tears, but you canât say anything. She doesnât seem to mind though, carefully taking your arm in her hand.
âWhat are you doing here? Are you looking for Alexia?â
You try to scream at her to let Alexia alone and not to get you to her, but you canât. When you donât say a word, Mariona decides to take you to Alexia. Luckily the Majorcan woman came late today and she knows exactly where to find your girlfriend.
You let Mariona drags you around, hearing her soothing voice without being able to understand what sheâs saying. Sweets, encouraging words, for sur. You canât figure out really what happens next, but after several minutes of walk, you hear Mariona calling your girlfriendâs name. And more seconds after, you are surrounded by her arms, her perfume, everything that is her.
Everything that you donât deserve.
When Alexia realizes that sheâs facing a wall and that you wonât say a word, she takes you home. You are like anesthetized at this point, letting her do what she wants with you. When you are laying on the bed you retake some reality and stare at Alexia who seems to be choosing clothes to put on you after taking a shower.
âIâm breaking up with you.â
The words were lifeless, but you see Alexia froze. She turns in your direction, with eyes wide and the most chocked face ever.
âWhat?â
âIâm breaking up with youâ you repeat, looking at her straight in her eyes.
A silence pass and you see Alexia watching at you, probably waiting for you to say something else. Maybe to explain yourself, but you donât say another word. Plus, the reasons are obvious, no?
âAre you- donât you love me anymore?â
She seems broken. That doesnât make any sense, she is supposed to be relieved, not sad. You donât understand her reaction, so you shrug before answering.
âThatâs not the point, Alexia. You are free. Iâm giving you your liberty back.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about? Are you drunk? Did someone give you something to you?â
She seems angry now, almost shouting with her eyebrows frown. You frown too, because why the hell wonât she understand? You sit in the bed while sheâs still standing in front of you.
âNo! I just⊠Why wonât youâŠâ
Why is your brain suddenly transformed in pudding?
You look at Alexia when she comes to you and takes your face between her hands. She does it with so much care that you want to cry again.
âWhy donât you let me break up with you?â you whisper.
âBecause I love you. I told you; Iâll fight for us every day if I have to.â
There we are, you are crying again. But this time Alexia is here, she can take you against her, rock you will you cry and whispers sweets nothing in your ears. She waits for your sobbing to stop, holding you tightly. Only when you can breathe normally again, she speaks.
âWhat happened?â she asks softly.
You donât know really where to start, so you just shake your head without answering anything. But she waits, again and again. So, after some minutes, you talk too.
âI just want you to be happy. I know youâll be happier without me.â
âYou are wrong.â
Her voice is gentle, but as the same time strong enough to let you know that you donât have to try to deny it. Itâs her truth and thatâs enough.
âWell you need to take some time apart from me so itâs not ââ
âWhere the hell does that idea comes from?â
Sheâs lost. You were good when you end up your call some hours later. And then you appeared crying during her training, only to say her when you come home that you want to break up with her. But you frown again, lost too. And tired, to be honest.
âMy therapist said that Iâm leaning on you too much. And thatâs way you wanted to go on holidays without me.â
You explain that like itâs the more logical thing in the world, but for Alexia it doesnât make any sense. She starts to understand where it comes from however, even if she doesnât understand why.
âIâm not going anywhere without you, what the point to have holidays if youâre not with me?â she answers, looking right into your eyes. âDid your therapist say other things?â
You nod and start to explain everything happened and everything she told you. The more you talk, the more Alexia seems to be furious. Her jaw is clenched, her eyes are literally throwing lightning and she so tense that you are really concerned that she can have a cramp somewhere. But when she talks to you again, her voice is infinitely soft.
âNothing of that is true. I love you. I will do everything to help you to make you feel better. Iâm not going to give up on you, Y/N. Iâm not going to give up on us.â
You look at her, almost desperately. But she has the same gaze that she has when says things like this. Her eyes are soft, caring and so loving that you canât do otherwise than believe her.
âI donât feel like Iâm better, Aleâ you whisper. âI donât think I will be one day.â
âYou are. You are working, you are getting out, you are smiling again. Itâs ok to have bad days, like everyone else. Yours are a little more complicated because you had to go through horrible things. But you have the right to not feel good or needing help a little more some days. And what she said was wrong.â
You are lost, honestly. Alexia can see that you are coming back at yourself again though. Like if you are waking up. You seem always a little desperate and she takes you carefully against her. You let her, sighing of relief when you find the comfort of her arms.
âWhat if sheâs right and you havenât realized for now?â
âSheâs wrong. And she will know it.â
You donât question what she was implying, too tired to realize what her words may imply. You let Alexia taking you in a bath and more generally taking care of you. You look at her through the mirror when she does your hair.
âWhen I get better, it will be me who will take care of youâ you inform her.
She smiles and finish to undo a knot in your hair before answering, looking at you through the mirror too.
âOkay Cariño.â
Sheâs smiling but doesnât seem to make fun of you. You relax, letting your shoulder go down a little bit. Thatâs mean that she really believes that you will be better.
********
Alexia keeps her promise, going to your therapistâs office in the early hours to talk to her. You donât know what she told her, but now you donât have to go to your appointments, and you even have a new psychiatrist, advised by someone from Alexiaâs staff.
Rumor has it that Alexiaâs shouts still resonate in the psychiatristâs office.
You donât know if itâs your breakdown of the change of therapist, but some days after this episode, you feel better than ever. You wake up with your head and your body feeling lighter and Alexia is surprised to see you coming in the kitchen when sheâs taking her breakfast. Usually, you stay way longer in bed.
âIs everything alright?â she asks nervously.
You nod, rubbing your eyes before coming behind her to pass your arms around her waist.
âJust wanted to be with you a little bit before you leave.â
Alexia hums when you kiss her neck. You can feel a gaze studying you while you are making yourself coffee, before coming to sit next to her.
âAre you sure that youâre ok Cari?â she asks, almost shyly while you stole a strawberry from her bowl.
âIâm sure babyâ you smile at her.
Alexia is looking at you suspiciously during several seconds. She red things about people being âhighâ before getting down and of course she is scared. But you seem really good today and she canât help but smile when you kiss her cheek.
âUhuâ she said, taping her lips with expectation.
You giggle but kiss her anyway, smiling against her lips. You are still smiling when she strokes your cheek with her fingertips and when she puts her forehead against yours.
âI love you so muchâ she whispers before kissing you again.
âI love you moreâ you smiles.
Alexia makes no with her head and put a finger on your mouth when you want to talk again.
 âWould you like to come with me to training today?â
You hesitate for several seconds before answering. Itâs been a while since you came to see Alexia in training. You canât remember who you saw some days before, only Mariona. But you hope that they werenât a lot.
âYou can say no if you donât want to.â Alexia adds after seeing you hesitate.
âNo, I want to come. But⊠Who were here, the other day? You knowâŠâ
âOnly Mariona. And Iâm sure that she doesnât say anything to anyone.â
You are relieved to learn that, even if you donât know how Alexia can know.
âDid you treat her?â you smirk.
âNoâ Alexia laughs. âI know the girl, sheâs one of the most loyal, sweet and discreet that Iâve never met.â
She was right. Mariona didnât told anyone about what happened and after several minutes you realize that Alexia was right once again. You hug the Mallorcan woman a little longer than Alexiaâs other teammates when you met them, silently thanking her. She seems to understand because she smiles at you before taping your cheek affectionately.
And today, as you watch Alexia training and laughing on the pitch with the teammates that she considered like her family, youâre starting to have hope again. Alexia was right every time, so maybe she will be right this time again. You will be better.
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Comfort
Hi guys!
It was Cata's birthday tuesday, so here is a little something for her :)
It's from a request too, I really need to sort them x)
Also please Barca, win today i need it.
Enjoy!
TW : Lost, angst.
There you are. The first lost of Barcelona for this season. Itâs coming at the first moment of the year honestly, you would have preferred to lose against another Spanish team than to lose against Chelsea during the Championâs league. You still have another game to win and go to the finale, but it would be at London and pretty hard. You already know it.
Looking around you, you saw that all of your teammates are gutted. Lucy is sitting on the ground; Ona went straight to the locker room and Alexia let another players comfort her. For your point, you just stay up where you were when the whistle whistled. Your hand on your hips, you werenât looking at something special at first.
Until your eyes went on the silhouette of your girlfriend. Cata is sitting on the ground, a little like Lucy unless that sheâs leaning against the goal post. Her knees bent against her and her arms surrounding them, she has her eyes fixed on her feet.
She seems so sad that you forget almost immediately your proper sadness. Walking slowly in her direction, you try not to ignore the other people talking to you. When you reach Cata, you kneel in front of her.
âHeyâ you say quietly, putting your hand on her arm.
She looks briefly at you, before shaking her head. You know that she feels guilty about the lost, but you think that every single player of the team has that feeling. You donât say another word, getting on your feet again before helping her to get up too. You donât want to have to do the post-game interview, so you take another way to go to the locker room.
Of course, the general mood is awful. Nobodyâs talking, nobodyâs looking at each other. Itâs so tense that you propose at Cata to go take a shower at your apartment to go home sooner. Cata agrees with a nod, still not talking. Knowing how much sheâs bubbly, happy and smiling usually, it breaks your heart.
You say goodbye to your other teammates, grabbing Cataâs hand to take her with you. Hiding under her hood, sheâs still silence. People forget sometimes that sheâs only 22 years old, Cata forget sometimes too you think. Sheâs always way too hard with herself.
You manage to get to your car without meeting fans or journalists, you usually take time to talk with the people coming to see you, but today your girlfriendâs happiness is more important than anything else.
âYou want to put some music?â you ask at your girlfriend when you are on your car.
She nods, taking your phone in her hand before looking at something you both will like. Youâre not really hard to satisfy honestly, as long as you can concentrate yourself while driving. When Cata put your phone down, you take her hand in yours, squeezing it lovingly.
She looks at you and make a half-smile, which isnât so bad. You interlink your fingers and take the way of your apartment. Cata doesnât ask you where you are going and when she realizes that youâre going to yours, she doesnât protest either.
âDo you want me to cook something?â you ask softly when youâre home.
Cata just shakes her head, sitting on a stool in your kitchen, where she followed you. You put a bottle of her favorite Prime in front of her and try to cross her eyes before talking again.
âPa amb oli?â you propose.
âWith white onions?â
She raises a hopeful look on you and you canât help but smile. This meal, coming right from her natal island of Mallorca is like her comfort food. You kiss her cheek softly before turning to the fridge to prepare two plates of the dish. You like it too; the first time you try it, it was when Cata took you in Mallorca to meet her family. You loved every single thing coming from this island, maybe because itâs linked with your girlfriend, who you are really fond of.
You are deep in your thought, rubbing the tomato on the bread with an ability that would have made Alexia proud, when you feel Cataâs body against yours. Hiding her face in your neck from behind, she hugs you so tight that you have the impression that she wants to come under your skin. Literally.
You smile and keep cooking, thankfully you donât need to move a lot around the kitchen for this dish. When you are finished, you turn around in her arms and take her face between your hands. Looking at her with attention, you try to choose wisely your words, not wanting to hurt her. Or make her feel more terrible that sheâs feeling right now.
âYou know that we didnât lose because of you, right?â
She frowns, not answering. Thatâs exactly what you thought. Right after she sights and look away, you softly pat her cheek to drag her attention in you again.
âIâm serious. No one play good today, unless maybe Alessia. We were all too scared to lose, maybe too tired too. We have 90 minutes left. We can win and go to the finale.â
âI donât think Jona will put me on the goal againâ Cata sights, shaking her head.
âWhy that?â you frown.
âI didnât have a clean sheet. In the World Cup when Misa play bad, she went to the bench for the next matches. Vilda didnât hesitate for a second.â
âYeah, well first donât compare that asshole to Jonatan pleaseâ you hiss, hating hearing that manâs name. âAnd if goalkeepers were benched every time, they let a ball pass the net, we wonât have a lot of them on the pitches.â
She shrugs, not really convinced by what you are saying. But you donât insist, knowing that she needs some time to figure out all of this. You chose to give her plate and follow her wherever she wants to eat. She chose your balcony, from where you have a good view on the sea and the port.
And, when you see that Cata ate her meal in five minutes, your smirk and push your plate in her direction. The goalkeeper raises an interrogator gaze on you before smiling when you signal her that she can finish your plate.
After that, she takes the dishes in the kitchen without hearing your protests that you can help her. Then she comes back, takes you from your chair in her arm, making you squeak in the process. She laughs and you can only smile. You love hearing her laugh.
When she throws you on the sofa, you already know the end of the evening. Endless cuddles in front of TV. She puts Netflix on before laying on top of you. You let her do it, drawing smalls drawing on her skin, under her top.
âI love youâ she mumbles out of the blue, several minutes after.
âI love you tooâ you smile, kissing her head in a weird angle.
She smiles when she sees you doing it, raising herself a little to be able to kiss you right on the lips. She strokes your face with her thumb, and you find yourself blush under her gaze. Itâs quite intense but you love it.
âThank youâ she whispers, almost shyly.
âWhat for?â you ask with curiosity.
âFor being you. And have take the time to learn with my mom how to make the perfect Pa amb oli.â
âAll the best for the bestâ you smirk.
She rolls her eyes before kissing you again several times. Just like you were losing some interest in the film you were watching and getting maybe a little too work up, she stops and smirk before laying on you again.
âYouâre the worstâ you groan.
âOh? I thought I was the best?â
You can hear her smile in her voice and you roll your eyes. You donât answer though, but you know that she knows what you think. Sheâs the best and you are definitively way to in love with her to be mad at her.
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