Hi, my lovelies. Here is another part of the Kiss Me series. Each one is with a different player and about a different type of kiss. I hope you enjoy.
I Missed You
Lucy Bronze x Reader
Description: Lucy comes to pick you up from the airport.
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Heathrow was mercifully quiet. Whether it was the time or the particular day you weren’t too sure, but you weren’t complaining that the lines were significantly shorter than you had been expecting. The usual hum of chaos felt muted, like someone had turned the volume down on the world. Suitcases still rattled over tiled floors, announcements still echoed overhead, but everything seemed softer somehow, less urgent. It gave you space to breathe, to think (though thinking was exactly what you’d been trying not to do for most of the flight).
You watched on your map as the little blue dot that signified you moved closer and closer to the green pinprick. Each step felt lighter than the last. You hadn’t realised just how tightly wound you’d been until now, until the distance between you and her shrank into mere metres.
Lucy was exactly where you expected her to be, underneath the Arrivals sign, leaning against the pillar, two coffees in a cardboard holder. She looked so … normal. Like she hadn’t spent days existing in your absence, like she hadn’t been reduced to a voice through your phone speaker and a name lighting up your screen. She was real, solid, right there.
You physically felt weight lift from your shoulders. Weight you didn’t even know was there until it was gone. Your chest loosened, your breathing deepened, and for a moment you just stood there, taking her in. The familiar slope of her shoulders, the way her hair fell slightly messier than usual, like she’d run her hands through it too many times. She looked up, as if sensing you before she even saw you, and when her eyes found yours, everything else blurred into the background.
“Hey, pretty girl.” Lucy’s voice was soft and sweet. You melted.
“Hello, Luce.”
Lucy threw one arm around your shoulders, tucking you into her side like it was the most natural thing in the world, like you’d never been apart at all. The coffee carrier shifted slightly in her other hand, but she didn’t seem to care.
She smelled like cherries and that smell that was uniquely her; warm and comforting and so deeply familiar it made something in your chest ache. You leaned into it without thinking, pressing closer, grounding yourself in her presence.
“Missed you,” you muttered, lips brushing against the fabric of her hoodie.
Her arm tightened around you, just slightly, but enough for you to notice. Enough for you to feel it.
“How was the flight?” she asked when you pulled back, her eyes scanning your face like she was checking for something. Tiredness, maybe, or reassurance that you were really here.
“Ok,” you shrugged. “There was a service dog on the flight and it reminded me of Narla.” You pouted, the image of the small white dog flashing in your mind, her soft fur, the way she would curl up against you without asking.
Lucy’s expression softened instantly. “She’ll be so excited to see you.” She smiled, her eyes locked on your lips like she was trying not to be too obvious about it.
“Not as excited as I am.”
“Sometimes I think you miss her more than you miss me.”
“Eh, don’t take it personally.” You teased, the corner of your mouth lifting.
Lucy narrowed her eyes at you, though there was no real heat behind it. “Kiss me and I’ll forget all about it.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
Her lips were soft and gentle against your own, warm and familiar in a way that made your stomach flip despite yourself. The kiss wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate, it was something slower, something deliberate. Like she was reminding herself of you, reacquainting herself with something she’d missed just as much as you had.
Your hand came up instinctively, fingers brushing against the side of her neck, feeling the steady pulse beneath her skin. She leaned into it, just slightly, her breath catching for a fraction of a second before settling again.
When you pulled back, neither of you moved very far. Your foreheads hovered close, your noses almost brushing.
“Hi,” she murmured, softer this time.
“Hi.”
There was a moment where neither of you said anything. You just looked at each other, taking in the details you couldn’t quite capture over video calls. The tiny freckle near her jaw, the faint crease between her brows, the way her eyes crinkled just slightly when she smiled.
Lucy cleared her throat eventually, though she didn’t step away. “I got you your usual,” she said, lifting the coffee carrier slightly.
“You’re actually perfect.”
“I know.”
You huffed out a quiet laugh, taking one of the cups from her. The warmth seeped into your hands instantly, grounding you further. Everything about this moment felt like slipping back into something you hadn’t realised you’d been missing so deeply.
“Come on,” she nudged gently. “Let’s get you out of here.”
You fell into step beside her easily, your shoulder brushing against hers as you walked. The airport didn’t seem quite as quiet anymore, but it didn’t matter. Your focus had narrowed entirely to her; to the way her hand occasionally bumped yours, like she was debating whether to take it or not.
You made the decision for her.
Your fingers slipped into hers, threading together naturally, like they’d been waiting to do it all day. She glanced down briefly, a small smile tugging at her lips before she squeezed your hand.
“Missed this,” she admitted.
“Yeah?” you glanced at her.
“Yeah.” She paused for a second. “Missed you.”
The sincerity in her voice made something in your chest tighten, in a good way. You squeezed her hand back.
“Good,” you said lightly. “Because I missed you more.”
“That’s definitely not true.”
“It is actually. I kept count.”
She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet, here I am. Still your favourite person.”
She didn’t argue with that. Instead, she just glanced at you again, her expression softening in that way that always made your stomach flip.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “You are.”
The walk to the car felt shorter than it should have, like time had decided to speed up just to spite you. One moment you were weaving through the terminal, the next you were stepping out into the cool air, the faint smell of rain lingering.
Lucy’s car was parked not too far away. She unlocked it with a quick click, dropping her coffee into the holder before moving to open the boot for your bag.
“I’ve got it,” you protested half-heartedly.
“I know,” she said, already lifting it out of your hands anyway. “But let me.”
You watched her for a moment, the easy way she moved, the familiarity of it all. It settled something in you, something that had been restless for days.
When she closed the boot, she looked at you again, tilting her head slightly. “What?”
“Nothing,” you said, though your smile gave you away.
She stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her again. “You’re staring.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Obviously not,” she said, a hint of a grin tugging at her lips. “I am very attractive.”
You rolled your eyes, but your hand came up to tug lightly at the sleeve of her hoodie anyway. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
You leaned in, pressing another quick kiss to her lips. Shorter this time, but no less warm.
“Gladly.”
She hummed softly against your mouth before pulling back, her hand briefly brushing against your cheek. “Come on,” she said again, softer this time. “Let’s go home.”
Home.
The word settled somewhere deep in your chest, warm and steady. And as you slid into the passenger seat, watching her circle around to the driver’s side, you realised that for the first time in a while, everything felt exactly where it was supposed to be.
to understand why culers would be so upset for alexia going to LCL, it's time to talk about michele kang and her serious obsession with dismantling barça.
over the last three years and since lyon's loss in bilbao, kang has taken:
jona giráldez (former head coach of femení)
markel zubizarreta (former sporting director and architect of what barça femení is today)
gonzalo rodríguez (former first team manager of femení)
ingrid engen (to ol lyonnes)
jana fernández (to lcl)
lucía corrales (left in a last minute deal and we had to scramble to fill her spot with la masia)
mapi león (not officially announced but that's the landing destination)
you don't have to be a longtime fan to know how the loss of those on the staff has hurt the team, and now the potential loss of salma (excellent form) and alexia (the best player in the world at the moment) looms large.
her mantra is: "if you can't beat them on the pitch, destroy them off the pitch." and the more she loses, the more aggressive she is in who she goes after 😵💫
maria tikas explains it all below:
source: diario sport
michele kang is obsessed with barça. the first thing michele kang did when hse got involved, and this is my view today, the first thing michele kang did when he got involved in women’s football was to sign jonathan giráldez, take on part of the staff, then markel, the architect of barça, who then also signed gonzalo for london city, and now they’ve gone for mapi. her obsession is to take everything she can from barça; she wants to copy all of barça’s success.
and michele, there’s one thing you can’t buy, and that’s barça’s identity and the fans, the connection with all of this. and you can’t buy that with money.
just remembered about that video where they were asking Jule Brand and Feli Rauch questions while they had headphones on and Brand answered it all with: Alexia Putellas.
