better than revenge âĄď¸âĽď¸ pt 1/3 pt 2/3 pt3/3
Player x Reader one-shots
â¤KEIRA WALSH
princess treatment âĄď¸âĽď¸
captainâs superstar âĽď¸
lipstick and lace âĽď¸
â¤LUCY BRONZE
dirty talking âĽď¸
lasting impressions âĽď¸
â¤PATRI GUIJARRO
summer forever âĄď¸
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Imagine getting fired, replaced with a better and younger candidate, and your only choice being to join your rival club and for everyone on both sides to hate you. McCabe you have grown on me but I fear this is some serious McKarmaâŚ
Iâm going to finish my CL final chapter first then carry on! But I have the whole fic drafted, so donât fear, itâs just a labour of love and the next chapter will be a longgg one
We as fans cannot accurately criticise playersâ decisions because 75% of the info players have about clubs and their own circumstances, we donât. This is obvious. And I think there are lots of reasonable assumptions to be made as to what contributed to her move
That being said, I still donât believe in LCL. The addition of Alexia will not suddenly form them into a top-table team, theyâll likely still be losing and it will reflect poorly on players even though itâs not their fault. Iâm more than willing to be proved wrong but you canât force success, current LCL/Lyon are proof and Barça feminĂ is counter proof. Alexiaâs name will likely overshadow the club and other players (esp new or young ones), which isnât her fault, more the fault of the club and media who push it.
Again, she knows more than us, but itâs hard to be super optimistic andâŚI hate anything and anyone who throws bags of money at a thing and expects it to work lol. I like authenticity and unfortunately LCLâs whole concept is the antithesis of that
I opened my phone to the Alexia news in the queue for Nandoâs and immediately told my friend (not a wosoâer) and the guy in front of us turned around deadpan and said âsheâs going London Cityâ and I was like hello?? he was like âtrust me. announced tomorrowâ and then walked off. Fuckin woso prophet
⧠chapter tags: non-football AU, mild angst, slow burn, friends with benefits to lovers, lots of emotions wow, domestic fluff, mentions of mental health, very brief smut
⧠blurb: There is no reason why they should work; Ona likes spontaneity, Lucy likes certainty. Ona is fiercely indepedent, Lucy has never been alone.
Oh, and Ona is a dominatrix, who can't part with control. Even when she wants to.
Perhaps they could both teach the other a thing or two about trust, and taming the urge to run from fear.
ao3 link or read below
"Bon Sant Jordi."
Ona had risen from her spot on the couch to open the door, half-expecting the neighbour, or perhaps a package from some invasive deliveree.
To see Lucy standing in her doorway, with just less than a dozen red roses, and a thin book held against them, startled the tired daze out of her.
She was still weighed down by the immense guilt of missing Lucy Staniforth's birthday two evenings prior, instead relegated to wallowing in a feverish state of illness.
She'd narrowly avoided telling Lucy - her Lucy - beforehand, but was unsurprised when she got an influx of sweetly concerned messages following her absence at the evening.
And maybe she had felt a small triumph upon knowing Lucy would have likely spent a considerable amount of time missing her, or maybe she'd spent it questioning why Ona didn't tell her sooner.
It wasn't that Ona liked keeping secrets, she just liked this precious time when she could subtly impose distance and no one would say a thing. Unless they're Lucy, and assume showing up unannounced is a reasonable thing to do.
"You didn't say you were coming over."
The answer stuns Lucy, her smile dropping.
Ona quickly flusters with guilt, realising the words had fallen sharper and with far less thought than she'd intended.
"It's called a surprise."
"Sorry." Ona feels the heat rushing up her neck. "I just wasn't expecting it. Is all."
She glances down, but with it she has to fight the corners of her mouth from sheepishly smiling. She connects in the only way she can, with her hand curving over Lucy's as it clutches the cellophane encasing the flowers.
"It's okay." Lucy murmurs forgivingly.
Ona finds her breathing short; it's all nerves and stupid fear upon stupid fear about whether she deserves this, what Lucy might be expecting from her.
She finally meets Lucy's eyes. "You knew it was Sant Jordi."
"Course." Lucy softens, though her lips curve meekly inwards. Ona can't tell if she's shy, or if she's a tad hurt by the initial reaction. Too polite to say it.
"Thank you," Ona replies when other words fail her. "It means a lot."
And it does. It feels like Lucy might burn a wound in her chest if she keeps this up.
"Come in." She adds, letting the door close behind them, pushing down her grimacing attitude towards the thought of Lucy seeing her apartment in any state but pristine.
But when she finally takes the flowers and book, they pull each other in for a gentle hug that warms Ona right up. It lingers for some time, and she drops a kiss to the shoulder of Lucy's jacket as they part, thoroughly, sincerely, overwhelmed.
"They're very beautiful." She looks upon the roses fondly, then back at Lucy. "You're so kind."
"You deserved a pick-me-up. How are you feeling?"
"Not perfect, but better."
She wouldn't much like for Lucy to perceive her too intimately in this stateâhair untidy, still mildly sickly in the face and voice.
But Lucy was gentle and unhurried in a way that just...disarmed her. Time seemed to pass calmly, careful in a way it never quite is otherwise, even when Ona presses hard for it to rush and become the charged excitement that first drew her to the thought of Lucy. It just returns, every time. Baring the low tide that she worked tirelessly to outrun.
"Wish you'd told me," Lucy mumbles, her hand coming up to caress Ona's face pityingly. "I could have brought you something."
"I'm okay." Ona shrugs, hating that she stiffens at any suggestion of sympathy. "Wash your hands. I don't want you to get sick."
Lucy chuckles incredulously. "I'm not too concerned about that."
"Why?" Ona furrows her brows, smiling.
"I came to see you. I'm not going to avoid you."
"So you want to have a cold."
"I'll be fine. You're probably not contagious anymore anyway."
Ona sighs, moving her focus. "You got me a book too." She notes, letting Lucy take the flowers so she can read the blurb.
"You said you like poetry and wanted more in English. My friend posted about this one ages ago and it sounded like something you'd like."
Ona nods slowly, tracing over the recessed lettering on the cover.
On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
"I've seen this one before. You chose really well."
"Yeah? I'm glad."
Lucy helps Ona trim and vase the roses, bringing them over to the coffee table.
"Cramps?" Lucy comments upon seeing the hot water bottle and blanket on the couch.
Ona hums quietly in confirmation, flopping down onto the cushion and pulling the blanket back atop her, an arm staying outstretched. "I'm okay though."
Lucy takes the invitation and lets herself be pulled down, wrapping her arms around Ona. She plants a firm kiss on her temple, and Ona splinters with warmth.
Touch was everything to her. She felt bad asking for it, felt scared of what being close meant, but when it came, she couldn't let go. She couldn't resist finding Lucy's soft pulse again and again, knowing it promised more than she could take.
Ona lets her breath come inwards, closing her eyes against Lucy's chest. No perfume, just the comforting scent of her clothes and skin.
"Let me take care of you today." Lucy says quietly, brushing hair out of Ona's face and diligently slipping the hot water bottle above her stomach as Ona moves in closer across her lap.
Ona gives a small shake of her head. "I don't need you to."
"But I want to."
"I'm fine." Ona says with a softly decisive edge, making a subtle attempt at easing out to a more casual position, but Lucy locks her in, making her giggle.
"Not going anywhere." Lucy tucks her chin against Ona's head. "Sweetie."
"Lucy..." Ona half-groans.
"Okay." She answers softly. "I just wanted to give you the flowers. I can let you be if you want space today."
At that, Ona cranes her neck to glance at Lucy. She goes to speak, but the confession sits deeper than she'd expected.
"No?" Lucy speaks for her.
"No." Ona mumbles, lowering her head again.
"I won't then." Lucy chuckles softly, but as if something is, on some level, restraining her. "So what would you like to do?"
It's hard to formulate thoughts when she's deliriously smitten with being embraced like this. "Maybe some fresh air."
"Lunch in town?"
Ona hums, her eyes closing. "I don't mind."
"What about a drive out somewhere?"
"To where?"
"Dunno. There's always somewhere to visit." Lucy pulls out her phone with the arm that isn't holding Ona against her. "You can just sit back and be my little passenger princess for the day."
"God that's...no." Ona cringes with laughter.
"What?" Lucy grins.
"Don't need to be your passenger princess."
"I'm a great driver, darling."
"I won't win."
"You won't." Lucy agrees, lifting Ona enough to peck her lips.
Ona flicks through her book while expanses of blooming meadows and country fields pass them by. The sun hides behind the clouds, but the grey is a gentle one; just bright enough to be welcoming, just dull enough to demand nothing.
Spain was revealing in that way. A sky so perpetually bright that it keeps you bare and alert to everyone around you. Compared to here, where you could easily sleuth in the shadows and be a flaneur in the city crowds for months undetected.
"Are you scared of needles?"
Lucy's neck snaps in Ona's direction. Bewildered at first, until she sees Ona's attention closely stuck to the page. "No. Why would I be?"
"I am." Ona shrugs, closing the excerpt, choosing not to recount the darker anecdote she'd just read. "It's quite sad. I just read small parts, but I will find time for it all."
Lucy focuses back on the road, but her hand reaches out lightly to Ona's thigh. "Yeah? Sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad, baby." She says half-heartedly, the low ambience of music keeping them both steady.
"You didn't," Ona says incredulously, turning her body in the direction that lets her watch Lucy. "I like sad, sometimes. And this, it's beautifully written, and very honest."
"Do books and stuff help you work through things in your own life?" Lucy asks, a mercurial bout of sunlight making her look momentarily angelic. Gone as soon as it comes.
Ona takes Lucy's hand from her lap, pulling it closer and interlocking their fingers. Her initial breath retreats, opting for a truth more tightly knotted in her throat. "Sometimes. I've never been good at thinking or talking about hard things."
"I've noticed. You don't like accepting help. Or when I look at you like I want to know what you're thinking."
The smile on Lucy's face plays Ona for surprise. "That's not true." She quickly returns, hating the scorn in her tone.
Lucy's calm doesn't waver.
They've been on the mostly uninteresting road for an hour now, off and on motorways, in and out of chatter, entirely happy to just coexist in each other's presence. At least, Ona hoped this was enough. There was nothing and everything to say, and Ona couldn't bring herself to delve into either.
"Are you just shyer than you'd admit?" Lucy suggests lightly.
Ona's half-smile curls inwards. "No. I'm not shy."
"Okay. Guess I still have things to learn about you." Lucy answers, following with a squeeze of Ona's hand.
Ona looks back at the window. Now they're passing through a quaint town, charmingly derelict in parts, not far off the coast from the looks of the foliage and winding roads. "I want you to learn about me." She finds herself saying.
"Are you ready for me to do that?" Lucy responds, as if it had been on the tip of her tongue, and Ona's back hits the seat like a rush of wind found her off-guard.
"Of course I am."
Earlier, Ona had pulled herself together while Lucy made some sandwiches with whatever she found in the fridge, sparing more cheese than Ona ever would for the dutiful terrier sat at her feet. Friend for life, Ona commented with a joyful grin. They almost brought him in the car, but at the smallest display of reluctance, both agreed that he's best lounging around the apartment for a few hours. There will be days for sweet dog walks together, Ona quietly hopes.
It was Lucy's idea to go to the coast, even if the clouds were foreboding and Ona felt paced-out just from getting ready. She came close to saying no, but then Lucy smeared jam on her cheek and grossly kissed it away, leading Ona to wince as she wiped the saliva from her skin and wonder if anyone had ever truly wanted to know her before this.
A light smattering of rain now drums against the windscreen. Ona lifts her knees to her chin, preoccupied by thoughts of work and her family back home. Today was meant to be for the admin she'd avoided for the past few weeks; making calls to banks and helping her brother work through company statements. Nothing she was missing, that's for certain.
Lucy asked her often about work and aspirations. It was the least interesting thing about her life, the last thing she wished to discuss. Work was a means to an end, and home was somewhere she had left for good reason.
"Did you celebrate Sant Jordi when you lived in Barcelona?" She asks a seemingly pensive Lucy.
"Yeah, I got into it." She smiles. "My phone gave me a reminder yesterday of when I saw all the roses on Casa BatllĂł."
"I know Casa Batlle must be a downgrade." Ona grins.
"Nah. Stunning in different ways."
"Sorry," Lucy grimaces with a pitch louder than usual to combat the howl in their ears. "I didn't realise it would be like this."
The wind batters harder in Ona's face when they attempt a few steps further along the empty beach, instead met with an attack of sand and saltwater, only making her squint and laugh harder as she gets caught between a gust of wind blowing her back and Lucy pulling her in.
"We didn't quite come to swim." Ona grins, so vivacious and true that it reaches her eyes, and in her heart she feels so alive.
"What?" Lucy barks, frozen in laughter herself.
Ona swings her arms around Lucy, facing her now. "I said, we didn't come to swim."
"True." Lucy loops her hands around Ona's wrists, kissing her cold and salty lips. "We'll go back. Or you'll have a proper fever later."
Ona questions the correlation, but is quickly distracted by the devotion in Lucy's green eyes. Concern, not control. Adoration too. "Okay." She whispers, Lucy reading the words from her lips before agreeing with a small nod. She kisses Ona again before either can think twice, Ona on her tiptoes in the sand, Lucy bracing her as though the wind wasn't the only thing making her fragile.
A few strands of hair slap against Ona's rosy cheeks as Lucy stuns her with the passion she brings, cupping the back of her neck and making out with her hurried and deep. Icy cold meeting the wet heat of her mouth.
"Can't resist you." Lucy says low and sincere, and while Ona still grins from the elements' attempt to take her, she heavily considers a version of events that involves hours spent entangled on the lowered backseat while the windows steam up and muffle their cries.
"Don't resist me then, sexy." Ona kisses her deeply once more, slipping her tongue in making her longing equally apparent.
"I can't look very sexy right now. Proper Nan coat this is." Upon commenting, Lucy zips Ona's own collar up to her chin.
"Of course you do. You're always sexy." Ona lowers to the flats of her feet and leans in to kiss what part of Lucy's neck she can access. She quickly re-adjusts her own zip as well, the scratch of the metal on her throat being far from pleasant.
"Ona," Lucy chuckles, flustered when Ona's teeth bear favourably into her sensitive neck. "Not here. You'll get all sand in your teeth." She has to pull her away, and Ona daringly bats her eyes with charming guilt.
"Won't work on me." Lucy smiles, widening when Ona dryly spits out what she presumes to be something unsavoury.
"Ew."
"Yeah. I hate it too. Let's go back."
Ona's hand goes out to attempt to discern if it's rain she's feeling or just flecks of ocean water. Definitely rain. Definitely getting heavier.
"Come." Lucy encourages, kneeling down to tighten her laces, her cheeks icy red.
Ona takes the opportunity to jump on her back, making Lucy jolt and throw her arms behind to keep Ona from falling. She stands up, briefly touching the wrists that lock around her chest.
"Hold on then."
"I am." Ona buries her face in Lucy's neck, hiding from the rain as they bolt forward and she squeals from the rush, clinging tighter for dear life.
"Oh my god careful!" She exclaims, but it's lost on Lucy, who only has to show off her strength by comfortably running a considerable distance.
Rain pelts against them, and only when she truly can't see a thing does she let Ona down, holding her hand the rest of the way and seeming more enthralled by the sound of her laughter than anything distracting around them.
"What's going on in that gorgeous brain?"
Ona glances up from her sandwich, watching droplets slide meekly down the rear windscreen. "Nothing."
"Sorry this was a bit of a joke." Lucy smiles as she crumples the empty foil and reaches for her water bottle.
"No, not at all. This is perfect." Ona says sincerely. Their coats are hung on the back of each front seat, Ona in Lucy's gifted hoodie, with ample room to be comfortable with the backseats folded up. "Thank you for driving. It's sweet here. I've missed even just the smell of the ocean."
"Yeah? Merseyside up there with Mallorca?"
"Even better." Ona giggles.
Lucy glances out the window. "It must already be a bit of a mood killer on a good day. Let alone when God's unleashed all hell."
"Lucy, I don't care how shitty it is. All we've done is laugh and that is...all I want."
Lucy brushes her arm, glancing at her tenderly. "I'm glad, sweets."
"Your poor car though."
Lucy pulls a tight expression at the sand that they've brought in. "It needed a deep-clean anyway. As long as there's none in my house I'm fine. I would have brought Narla but the way those little paws track dirt and everything in..."
"You ever had her roll in fox-"
"Yep. Ketchup. Got her in the bath and poured a whole thing of it over her. Absolute state."
Ona furrows her brows and chuckles. "Ketchup?"
"Allegedly works to off the smell. I dunno, I think it permanently numbed my senses."
"Allegedly."
After some time, and the heat blasting on full, they can open the boot to welcome the sunlight that has finally filtered through.
Led on her back, Lucy has been watching the clouds draw steadily apart behind her knees, her hand stroking Ona's hair.
"I get so sleepy around you." Ona mumbles, her feelings so suddenly enormous that it's getting hard to breathe. She chooses Lucy's arm over the makeshift towel pillow, her cold fingers seeking refuge beneath Lucy's shirt.
"Me too, a little bit. It's a good sign isn't it? You feel safe." Lucy answers softly, harbouring a delicate tone and a devoted, watchful gaze that moves only for her.
And Ona knows Lucy is falling in love. There's no denying itâthe cracks have eroded and it's going to be an imminent problem. Just not now, not while Ona is between dreams and the sun is warming her feet while Lucy warms her chest.
Ona gives a small nod. Safe, certainly. She was the only trap here. A trap draped in a golden smile.
"Sleep if you want. If my arm goes numb I'll just move you onto the other."
Ona shakes her head. "I don't need a nap. Just to close my eyes..."
So she does. Her pulse evens out, enfolded now by Lucy's devotion, and the sexual desire that drove her to this point has become static. Mostly static, or she thinks everything else has become so much louder.
Not long after, Ona takes a breather outside, snapping some pictures of the melancholic coast ahead of them with her digital camera. She captures a sweet one of Lucy with her legs dangling off the edge of the car, grinning when Ona decides to join at her side.
Silence. Ona thinks about time, about how gentle Lucy is, and how scared she is of some of the decisions she's made in recent months. She senses Lucy's heavy heart before even looking at her face.
"Is this a date?" Lucy asks, breaking the quiet moment.
Ona smiles sheepishly. "I think so."
"What does it mean if it is?"
"I don't know." Ona replies carefully, hiding the thrum of tension of firms her softness into stone. Still, she leans into Lucy apprehensively, and an arm comes across her back in return.
"Do you know what you want?" It drops like glass beneath them, but hums instead of shattering. Lucy wants gentle truth, not a fight, not defence. Ona knows this, cowers nonetheless.
To be truthful, Ona really did go in with the intention of them being nothing but nights of fun sexual exploration and a trusting bond that demanded nothing more than they gave it.
But she also knew, before Lucy even became a part of her days, that she could only run for so long. Because this life of acting like she didn't care and never had wasn't her, and everyone around her knew it. She knew best of all, and she knew the noose would catch up to her eventually.
She'd just never anticipated it would look like this, and that the strangle wouldn't let her go but wouldn't let her choke either.
"I do."
"Then why aren't you ready for something real? Just to try it?" Lucy speaks patient and gentle as if she'd been calculating this conversation all afternoon, been okay with any outcome, as if she'd known Ona's vision was always tainted with her fear of this very subject being breached.
Her fingers curl into Ona's shoulder, taking her further into the uncomfortable vulnerability she so didn't want to address right now. It would ruin the beautiful day, make the rain come crashing down once more, before they'd even gotten a chance to know what a bit of sun could do to this place.
"I don't trust myself, Lucy." She admits finally. The rope gets tighter.
"Why's that?" Lucy leans on her palm to look up at Ona, who not even the wind's chill could soothe the scorch of shame that burns her cheeks.
"Because I am...someone who leaves. I've gotten so good at it. It's like I can't control it."
Lucy goes quiet for some time. Struggling to pull back. "But what if you didn't leave?"
"I know." Ona blurts. "I know. It's so...awful, because people that do this...they don't know better. I know better. But it's all I have ever done and I hate letting people down." Her throat feels so taut, tender flesh scratched by the dry words. She looks fearfully out at the ocean. "I can't let you down." She whispers.
Lucy swallows hard, because what was she supposed to do with that? How was she supposed to fix someone who has decided they are unfixable?
"Lucy. My whole life...I've been like this. I feel like, so temporary, a temporary fairy in most people's lives that just shows up but never stays. And that's fine, I don't often want to stay. But sometimes I want to stand still, and I don't know how. Maybe it's because most people don't actually know me. I don't know."
The silence hangs again, and she almost piles on another pleading explanation until Lucy straightens her back, her attention switching.
"Well. I think I see you for who you are, Ona."
Ona's straight face focused ahead wouldn't show just how close she is to breaking in two.
"You're funny, super kind and empathetic, wickedly smart, passionate. You do everything right."
Ona has to blink away the mist in her eyes, clutch harder at the edge of the seat to car to ground herself.
"I just need time." She interjects, looking at Lucy with sudden desperation. "Please. I didn't expect this. You are my worst nightmare, and I'm so happy for it."
Somehow, she smiles, sadly or with so much joy she isn't sure, taking Lucy's hand. "I just need time to be okay with myself. I'll try. For you."
Lucy's chest rises and falls a few times, leaving Ona in unbearable suspense. At first it looks like she doesn't understand, like she's trying to find the dichotomy but her feelings give way first.
"I'll give you time." She concedes with equal devotion. "Because I feel it. I really do."
Ona gives a small, apprehensive nod. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. You've explained how you feel and that's all I can ask."
But Ona sees the fear in her eyes. The impossibility of choosing between her heart and head, the same paradox that plagued Ona.
She didn't love Lucy, couldn't conceive a world where she calmed down enough to be the reliable forever person that Lucy wanted. What if they do all of this only to not even be compatible? When you know you know? What if Ona has never known, what if she never will?
She isn't lying when she says she'll try, it's just slant. A half-truth. Try could mean anything.
Lucy kisses her softly before she can think, the healing kind, to distract Ona from the anxiety that made her stomach ache and twist.
She holds onto Lucy, smiling at first, until her lips begin to fail her.
"What's up?"
Lucy catches the moment Ona's expression, her strength, breaks apart. Her face crumbles, smouldering into tears, and Lucy embraces her without second thought.
She hugs her tightly, rubbing her back, and Ona lets it happen, too busy hiding away with the shame of suddenly bleeding out like this.
"It's alright." Lucy whispers, knowing nothing of what thought pushed Ona over the edge but offering reassurance nonetheless.
"Sorry," Ona mumbles, her face scrunched hard into Lucy's shoulder until the horrible urge to sob has passed, and she can relax again.
"No sorrys. I'm here."
Lucy does it all right. Holding her firmly, keeping her head against her, staying calm and soft until Ona can finally pull back for breath.
"I'm just scared, Lucy." She confesses with a horribly fearful look on her face. Partially from the sentiment, partially because she was sharing it in the first place. Suddenly she had no walls, and it was all falling out quicker than she could control.
Lucy grasps her shoulder. "Why are you scared?"
"I feel like I have nothing figured out. My job, where I live, who I am. I'm always...I can't even explain. People are so kind to me but I can never...understand why."
She sees the hurt in Lucy's eyes upon hearing it, who leans in closer, thumb brushing a tear away.
"Don't be scared, precious. You have lots of time, trust me. Just let go of it for now. "
"It's like I'm scared of being seen." Ona almost quivers, the look in her eyes begging of Lucy to give her the answers.
Of course she didn't have the answers. No one did.
"But I didn't see anything bad, did I?" Lucy pushes back some stray windswept hair, the breeze drying the dampness on her cheeks.
"Tell me, did I?" She prompts softly. Ona shakes her head.
"You've no reason to be scared then. None at all."
Ona sighs and hugs Lucy again. She avoids showing her face for several minutes, but when Lucy finally looks at her, it's with seismic tenderness. She kisses one cheek, then the next, then her lips.
Ona comfortably leans into her this time, draping her legs across Lucy's in a bid to be closer. Lucy takes marginal control over the gentle kiss, guiding rather than pressing.
"Maybe we can head back out and get our feet in the water now it's clearing up." She says when they finally part.
"Ona straightens Lucy's collar and hair, following with a pat on her shoulders to signify completion. "I'd like that."
They don't agree to spend the night; it just falls into place. While Lucy showers, Ona changes into a girlish babydoll that hadn't seen the light of day for some time.
She's spent years learning how to perfect the act of sensuality, yet finds herself laughing far too much when Lucy emerges from the bathroom red-faced and in an old t-shirt and shorts - that much to Ona's delight, show more than they cover.
"You want to?" Ona requests sweetly.
Lucy looks shyer than the night they first met.
Of course, she gets the upper hand for approximately three minutes before Ona has flipped them around and is pressing Lucy into the mattress, hungrily mouthing at her neck and down to her bare chest, grinding into her thigh until Lucy is practically begging for permission to touch her back.
"Lu- babe," Ona whispers breathlessly when Lucy's hand rides up her thigh unprovoked, stopping just beneath the lacy hem. "My period. Not today."
Lucy looks up at her like she really means it. "I don't care, really. I'll get a towel, I just want to make you feel good,"
Ona feels quickly disjointed from her previous control, glancing to the side before apprehensively agreeing. Lucy's pleading eyes don't help her case. "Okay. Bathroom cabinet."
After that, she loses count of how many times Lucy's fingers work her up and break her into climax. It's vitally simplistic, lazy make outs while she tells Lucy what feels good and segues between spikes of confident dirty talk that make Lucy quiver and just letting her do as she pleases.
When Ona gets her mouth on Lucy to give her a single cataclysmic orgasm, neither can hold themselves back. Ona from obsessing over the way Lucy falls apart so quickly like she's never been touched before, Lucy from, well, falling apart whining for Ona to stop because she can't possibly handle more.
Something they'll work on, Ona notes.
But Lucy has seemingly unlimited stamina when it comes to pleasing Ona, so it's one more until they're well, and truly done.
"Are you staying?" Ona mumbles. Lucy is sprawled in a weightless daze between her legs, has been for some time, her cheek atop Ona's heartbeat.
"Am I invited?" Lucy answers with a cheeky lift of her cheeks.
"Yeah. It's late anyway. Stay."
Lucy briefly opens her eyes, squeezing Ona and groaning. "Don't think I should, I have work tomorrow."
"Can't you just leave from here?"
"What, show up to the office with jeans and a dream?"
"Go back in the morning and get your stuff first then."
Lucy doesn't look up, smiling though, and Ona suspects she's just as surprised by the persistence as Ona herself.
She was easy game though. "Fine. I'll be out early though. Maybe seven."
"That's fine. Anytime." Ona whispers, running her nails through Lucy's washed hair. "And thank you for today."
"Nothing to thank me for." Lucy mutters indifferently.
"There is. You know it."
Lucy just hums, too tired and content to think any further than that.
So sorry my updates are taking so long, life is crazy but this chapter brought me a lot of joy to write. Thank you to anyone who's reading, I really do appreciate it! Next few updates should be much quicker. And sorry for the smut edging...next chapter will deliver in that regard :)
I watched the full episode and made notes of the key talking points as best I could! Let me know if Iâve made any mistakes.
-In Barcelona her life is simpler, and she mostly just spends her time seeing friends and family, shopping, etc
-She doesnât get recognised that often in public but doesnât actively avoid it, and doesnât mind if she does unless sheâs obviously busy or with family
-Sheâs more of a beach person than a city person
-On her dream vacation; Sheâs been to Africa once and would love to go back for a trip to do a safari, volunteering, see the beaches.
-She doesnât know what she wants to do after retiring; she would like to be involved in football; personal training maybe, not so much following one team around. Maybe go back to school as she had to stop her INEF degree (though she did some further study on finance in England)
-After football she wants a quieter life
-Sheâd like to have two kids (first said daughters but corrected and said either), lots of dogs but hasnât decided on the names. She thinks about them often đđŠˇ
-She isnât sure where sheâd like to live in the future, maybe have a house in different countries
-She used to watch football more, but now she has a busier schedule sheâll sometimes only have time to watch one competition. She watches more womenâs football than menâs
-She likes watching the Premiere League. She likes Manchester, she likes to see them do well
-She met a lot of good people in Manchester who treated her well, it changed her as a person, she grew a lot
-She works with a strict chef, though sheâs the type to burn off food very easily. So she has to eat a lot. She doesnât really crave junk food, much more savoury (hates having chocolate or sweets in the morning as some traditions would call for)
-In England the club provides most of your food.
-She defended England saying the food in England isnât that bad (after the host questioned how she managed with how awful it is here LOL)
-She initially got into football because she wanted to be like her older brother.
-She did a year of figure skating before football, staying at Barça from 11-18
-Really good conversation about male vs female athletes; Ona acknowledges that the Barça men are paid far more and thatâs fine (she doesnât want to earn what they earn) but what they do ask for is equal working conditions, good stadiums, because there are still many teams in the league who canât afford those things.
-Sheâs not one of those people who need a role model or ever really had one in particular
-She believes football is mostly work over pure talent, and she can be a bit obsessive over small mistakes and can work herself to death
-Really good conversation about how in the menâs game there are no out (as gay) players and that homophobia/racism is still such an issue: Ona says that football is a reflection of society, and so that had to change from schools and other areas, not just football.
-She acknowledges that the sexist comments she/female footballers receive on socials is all bullshit
-When she was little the comments used to affect her more. She had someone call her a boy when she was 8 because she had short hair and that stuck with her.
-On therapy; sheâs always been the type to say she âdidnât need itâ, but in Manchester during Covid (she was only 20) she couldnât really see family and so started speaking to the club psychologist at Manchester, but they only spoke English so she would cry and they wouldnât understand her (my heart). She felt alone, in another culture, people couldnât come see her, and so she encouraged her to have more of a life outside of football âif your life is a table, football canât be the only leg holding it upâ. She arrived there when she left her studies, she was learning English but had nothing else to do so thatâs when she started her administration and finance course.
-She says that therapy is also beneficial when youâre in a good place because it helps you understand yourself better. Helps her realise what makes her happy.
-She likes to meditate, especially with the app âcalmâ, before she sleeps. She also likes writing how she feels in a notebook, just venting and sometimes doing a gratitude journal. She feels very lucky to be who she is, but football is fast paced and so you have to slow down to be in the present.
-Her next/main goal is to win the Euros
-She has 12/13 tattoos, hasnât gotten one in a while; the last one she got was a matching one with her brother after he stayed with her in New Zealand during the World Cup (hence the N/Z and star)
-She doesnât regret any of her tattoos.
-She intended for her âperspectiveâ tattoo to be upside down but the guy didnât understand her
-Sheâd like to get a tattoo for Coco
-Coco is top 3 things in her life. She would save Coco in a burning building over a stranger or even her own cousin.
-She was asked whether she save 5 Madrid fans or 1 Barça fan and sheâd choose the Madrid fans because sheâs not that crazy lol
