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Leah had never seen Alessia drink Asahi before. That was the first odd thing. the way she clutched the Arsenal branded cup with both hands, pinkie fingers sticking out like she was holding a teacup at some posh garden party instead of sloshing lager onto her shoes on a packed parade bus. The second odd thing was the laugh. Alessia usually had this quiet, breathy chuckle, like she was afraid of taking up too much space. But today? Today it was full-throated, loud enough to cut through the whistles and the chorus of off-key Arsenal chants around them.
"You're staring Lee," Alessia said, bumping her shoulder against Leah's. The contact lingered a second too long, warm even through damp jerseys.
Leah licked beer foam off her upper lip, pretending she hadn’t been caught. "Can’t help it," she admitted, voice lowered just for Alessia’s ears. "You’re all…" Her hand gestured vaguely at Alessia’s flushed cheeks, the way her ponytail had gone lopsided from bouncing to the supporter’s chants.
Alessia grinned and leaned in, and Leah caught the floral smell of her perfume under the sweat and celebration. "All what?"
Leah’s breath hitched when Alessia’s knee brushed against hers. Intentional this time, she was sure of it. The bus lurched around a corner, sending them both stumbling into each other, Alessia’s free hand landing flat against Leah’s stomach to steady herself. “All… this,” Leah managed, fingers twitching at her sides like she wanted to reach out but hadn’t quite given herself permission yet. “Like you’ve been lit up from the inside.”
Alessia’s eyes flickered down to Leah’s mouth, then back up, dark and playful. “Blame the beer,” she murmured, but her thumb was tracing absent circles against Leah’s hipbone where her shirt had ridden up. The noise of the crowd faded into a buzz, distant as static.
The bus hit a pothole, and Alessia’s fingers dug into Leah’s waist, pulling them flush together. Leah could feel the rapid thud of Alessia’s heartbeat through the thin fabric of her jersey, or maybe it was her own. She couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Someone behind them shouted something about the Champions League, but neither of them turned to look. The air between them crackled, thick with something Leah had been too afraid to name all season.
"Blame the beer?" Leah echoed, voice rough. Her hand finally found the courage to settle on Alessia’s hip, thumb mirroring the path Alessia’s had taken moments before. "Less, that’s bollocks, and you know it."
Alessia’s grin widened, all teeth and mischief, and Leah felt the familiar pull of frustration low in her stomach. “I don’t know what you mean,” Alessia said, her voice dropping into that infuriatingly innocent lilt she used when she was riling Leah up on purpose. She rocked back on her heels as the bus slowed, putting a teasing inch of space between them that felt like miles. “Just enjoying the celebrations. Like everyone else.”
Leah’s fingers flexed against Alessia’s hip, resisting the urge to tug her back in. “Right,” she deadpanned. The crowd around them surged as the bus rolled past another stretch of supporters, cheers shaking the metal railings.
Alessia took a deliberate sip of her drink, eyes locked on Leah over the rim of the cup. “You’re being weird,” she said, but the corner of her mouth twitched. “Maybe you’re the one who’s had too much.”
Leah scoffed, shifting closer until their thighs pressed together again. “I’ve had half a pint.”
Alessia’s laugh was a spark against Leah’s skin, the kind that made her want to both pull away and lean in closer all at once. “Half a pint?” she repeated, eyebrows arching. “Why do I not believe you?” Her fingers, still resting against Leah’s hip, drummed a lazy rhythm that sent heat curling up Leah’s spine. “Unless…” She trailed off, tilting her head like she was solving a puzzle. “Unless it’s not the beer at all.”
Leah swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. Alessia’s gaze was too knowing, too bright under the midday sun. The bus jostled again, and Leah used the momentum to press forward, crowding Alessia back against the railing. “Maybe I’m just tired of pretending,” she murmured, close enough that her breath stirred the loose strands of hair at Alessia’s temple.
Alessia's breath hitched when Leah's forearm braced against the railing beside her head, caging her in. The metal was warm from hours of sun exposure, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating between their bodies. "Pretending?" Alessia echoed, voice barely above the roar of the crowd. Her fingers curled into the fabric of Leah's jersey, not pushing her away, not pulling her closer. Just holding on like she couldn't decide which way to tip.
Leah's nose brushed against Alessia's cheekbone. "Pretending I don't want this," she said, and the words came out ragged, like she'd been carrying them too long.
Alessia’s breath stuttered against Leah’s lips, close enough to taste the sharp tang of beer and something sweeter underneath. "Want what?" she asked, playing dumb in that infuriating way that made Leah’s teeth ache. But her grip on Leah’s jersey tightened, knuckles pressing into the firm muscle of Leah’s abdomen, betraying her.
Leah let out a rough laugh, tipping her forehead against Alessia’s. "Surely you’re going to make me say it?"
Alessia’s smile made Leah’s pulse jump under her skin. “Maybe I am,” she murmured, tilting her chin up just enough that Leah could feel the words against her own lips. The bus lurched again, sending Alessia’s hips forward into Leah’s, and the sharp inhale that followed wasn’t from the jolt of the vehicle. Leah’s fingers flexed against the railing, the metal digging into her palm as she fought the urge to close the last inch between them.
“You’re impossible,” Leah breathed, but the way Alessia’s eyelashes fluttered at the accusation made it sound more like a compliment. The noise of the parade, the drums, the chants, the occasional burst of smoke, it all felt miles away, muffled by the heavy thud of her own heartbeat in her ears.
Alessia’s thumb was still tracing nonsense patterns against her hipbone, each lazy circle sending sparks up Leah’s spine. “You know exactly what I want,” Leah said, voice dropping low enough that Alessia had to lean in to catch it. Leah braced her other hand against the railing, effectively pinning Alessia between her arms. “And you’re loving this, aren’t you? Making me spell it out.”
Alessia’s grin was all mischief, her teeth catching her lower lip for a fleeting second before she released it. “Maybe I just like hearing you admit it,” she said, her breath warm against Leah’s jaw. Her fingers slid higher under Leah’s jersey, nails scraping lightly over the defined ridges of her abdomen. “You’re usually so… careful.”
Leah's pulse roared louder than the crowd when Alessia's nails grazed her ribs. “Less, you are playing a dangerous game, but I bet you already know that.” she muttered, catching Alessia's wrist before those treacherous fingers could wander higher.
Alessia’s laugh was a quiet, breathless thing, her hips shifting imperceptibly closer as the bus rocked again. “I know a lot of things,” she murmured, her free hand skating up Leah’s arm to curl around her bicep. “Like how you bite your bottom lip when you’re trying not to swear during training.” Her fingers traced the taut muscle there, teasingly slow. “Or how you always take the left side of the pitch during drills because you like the angle of the sun in your eyes.”
Alessia dragged Leah’s hand down to her waist, guiding it under the hem of her own jersey. The skin there was warm, and Leah’s fingers twitched against the sharp dip of Alessia’s hip. “You’ve been watching me,” Leah accused, but there was no heat in it, only the slow, curling satisfaction of catching Alessia in the act.
Alessia’s grin was unrepentant. “Guilty,” she said, leaning in until her lips brushed the shell of Leah’s ear. The crowd around them erupted into another chant, but Leah barely heard it over the rush of blood in her ears. “But you’re one to talk,” Alessia continued, her voice a low, deliberate tease. “Tell me, Leah, how many times have you ‘accidentally’ ended up next to me in the showers after training?”
Leah’s grip tightened reflexively on Alessia’s waist at the accusation. “Erm that’s- ” Leah started, but the lie tasted like ash on her tongue. She swallowed it down. “Different,” she settled on, voice rough.
Alessia’s laugh was a hot puff of air against Leah’s jaw. “Different how?” she pressed, “Because you had excuses? Because you could pretend you weren’t counting the seconds until you could stare at me naked?” Her thumb traced the edge of Leah’s jersey, dipping briefly beneath it to graze the sensitive skin of Leah’s collarbone. “Admit it. You’ve wanted this for months.”
Leah’s breath stuttered when Alessia’s thumb pressed harder against her collarbone, her whole body strung tight between the urge to push forward and the need to pull back before someone noticed. The parade noise swelled around them, whistles, drums, the rhythmic thud of feet against pavement, but all Leah could focus on was the way Alessia’s pulse jumped under her fingertips where they still gripped her waist.
“Months?” Leah forced a scoff that came out more ragged than she intended. She flexed her fingers against Alessia’s skin, tracing the ridge of her hipbone just to feel her shiver. “Try years.” The admission tumbled out before she could bite it back, raw and unpolished, and Alessia’s lips parted on a sharp inhale.
The confession hung between them, thick as the smoke from the red flares drifting down from the rooftops. Alessia’s fingers stilled against Leah’s collarbone, her lips parting like she wanted to respond, but reality rushed back in: the roar of the crowd, the sticky press of their teammates' bodies around them, the people mounted on every lamppost.
Alessia’s hand slid from Leah’s jersey to her wrist, squeezing once, a silent plea. Her eyes darted to a group of supporters waving flags barely three feet away, then back to Leah’s face. “Later,” she mouthed, the word nearly lost under the blare of the speakers.
“Try not to distract me in the meantime,” Alessia muttered against Leah’s shoulder as she righted herself, fingers lingering just a second too long on Leah’s bicep before she turned to wave at the crowd. Her voice was steady, but Leah didn’t miss the way her fingers trembled when she tucked her hair behind her ear.
Leah exhaled hard through her nose and grabbed a scarf someone had abandoned on the railing, waving it with exaggerated enthusiasm just to give her hands something to do. The heat of Alessia’s thigh pressed against hers was burning through both their shorts, but she kept her gaze fixed on the blur of red and white jerseys lining the streets.
It was torture. The kind of slow, sweet torture that had Leah’s pulse hammering against her ribs like it wanted out. Every accidental brush of Alessia’s arm, every time she leaned close to shout something in Leah’s ear that got lost in the noise, each touch was a spark thrown onto kindling.
The bus lurched to a stop outside the Emirates, and Leah nearly swallowed her tongue when Alessia’s hand slid down her back, lingering at the waistband of her shorts. “Meet me,” Alessia breathed into her ear, the words so quiet Leah felt them more than heard them. “Physio room. Twenty minutes.”
Leah’s grip tightened around the railing. Alessia was already stepping back, already turning to wave at the crowd like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t just lit a fuse under Leah’s skin.
Leah counted the seconds on the physio room clock. Eighteen minutes. Her fingers tapped an uneven rhythm against her thigh as she paced the length of the room, the muffled celebrations from outside still vibrating through the walls. The air smelled like antiseptic and the sharp tang of sweat, very familiar, but charged now with something hotter, more urgent.
The door clicked open at nineteen minutes. Leah didn’t turn around, she knew the sound of Alessia’s footsteps. Alessia turned the lock. The sound was loud. Leah’s pulse jumped.
“You’re early,” Leah said.
Alessia leaned back against the door, arms crossed, watching Leah pace. “Couldn’t wait,” she admitted, voice rough. Her jersey was clinging to her skin, her face flushed pink from the sun and the alcohol and whatever this was between them.
Leah stopped pacing. The space between them felt charged, like the air before a storm. “Neither could I,” she admitted. The confession hung between them for a bit.
Alessia pushed off the door in one fluid motion, crossing the space between them with deliberate, unhurried steps. She stopped just inches from Leah, close enough that Leah could see the rapid pulse fluttering at the base of Alessia’s throat.
"Enough talking," Alessia murmured, her hands sliding up Leah’s arms with a confidence that hadn’t been there on the bus. Her fingers curled around Leah’s wrists, guiding them back until Leah’s palms hit the treatment table behind her. The metal edge bit into Leah’s thighs as Alessia stepped between her knees, crowding her back with a quiet insistence that made Leah’s breath catch.
Leah opened her mouth, to protest, to tease, to try and take the control back, she wasn’t sure, but Alessia shook her head, pressing two fingers against Leah’s lips. "Shut up," she said, softer this time, her thumb dragging along Leah’s lower lip slowly. Leah’s teeth grazed the pad of Alessia’s thumb in reflex, and the way Alessia’s eyes darkened sent a sharp thrill down her spine.
Alessia leaned in, her mouth brushing the shell of Leah’s ear. "We waited too long," she whispered, the words curling hot against Leah’s skin. Her hands dropped to Leah’s waist, fingers slipping under the hem of Leah’s jersey to skim over the sweat-damp skin beneath. Leah arched into the touch, her own hands flexing uselessly against the table where Alessia had pinned them.
Alessia pulled back just enough to meet Leah’s gaze, her pupils blown wide. "Tell me," she demanded, her voice rough, fingers tracing the waistband of Leah’s shorts, dipping just beneath the elastic. "Tell me you want this."
Leah swallowed hard, her pulse thundering in her ears. "Yes," she breathed, the word cracking under the weight of the confession. "Fuck, Less, yes-“
Alessia’s mouth crashed into hers before she could finish, hot and insistent, teeth scraping against Leah’s lower lip in a way that sent sparks flying down her spine. Leah groaned into the kiss, her fingers twisting in the fabric of Alessia’s jersey, pulling her closer until their chests pressed together, the damp fabric sticking between them. Alessia’s hands slid up Leah’s sides, pushing her jersey higher, her nails dragging lightly over the ridges of Leah’s abs before settling just beneath her ribs.
Leah gasped against Alessia’s mouth when those nails dug in just beneath her ribs, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make her arch off the table. “Fuck,” she breathed, breaking the kiss just to drag in air. Alessia’s lips followed, trailing down her jaw to the pulse point hammering in her throat. Leah’s fingers tangled in Alessia’s ponytail, tugging just to hear the sharp inhale it earned her. “Where the hell did this side of you come from?” she managed, voice ragged.
Alessia’s laugh was low, vibrating against Leah’s collarbone as she nipped at the skin there. “You like it?” she murmured, sliding one knee between Leah’s thighs to press up.
Leah’s breath hitched when Alessia’s knee pressed higher, the rough fabric of her shorts rubbing against the sensitive skin of Leah’s inner thighs. “You’re-” Leah started, but the words dissolved into a groan when Alessia’s teeth scraped the tendon of her neck.
Leah’s hips jerked forward of their own accord, chasing the pressure of Alessia’s knee, the friction feeling so so good. Alessia’s grip tightened on Leah’s waist, her fingers digging into the skin just above Leah’s shorts. “Say it,” Alessia murmured against Leah’s throat, her breath hot and uneven. “Tell me how much you like it.”
Leah’s nails scraped down Alessia’s back. “You know I do,” she gritted out, tilting her head back as Alessia’s teeth found the sensitive spot beneath her ear. The treatment table creaked under her weight as she arched into Alessia’s touch, her thighs clamping around Alessia’s knee. “Fuck, Less-“
Alessia’s hand slid up Leah’s stomach, pushing her jersey higher until the cool air hit Leah’s overheated skin. Her thumb brushed the underside of Leah’s sports bra, lingering just beneath the hem. “Say it properly,” she murmured, her breath hot against Leah’s collarbone. Her fingers traced lazy circles over Leah’s ribs, teasingly slow. “Or do I have to make you?”
Leah's breath stuttered when Alessia's fingers hooked under the hem of her sports bra, nails scraping lightly over the sensitive skin beneath. "You're going to have to," Leah managed, her voice rough as she arched into the touch. Alessia's answering grin was all teeth, her free hand sliding up Leah's thigh to grip the back of her knee, tugging her closer until their hips pressed together.
The treatment table groaned under them as Alessia leaned in, her mouth finding Leah's pulse point again. This time, she didn't tease. She bit down hard enough to make Leah gasp, her fingers tightening in Alessia's hair. "Christ, Less," Leah hissed, her hips jerking forward. Alessia's thigh pressed higher between her legs, the friction too much.
The pressure of Alessia’s thigh against her sent white-hot sparks up Leah’s spine, her muscles tightening like a coiled spring. She dug her fingers into Alessia’s shoulder, her nails biting crescents into the damp fabric of her jersey. "Fuck. Less, you-" Leah’s voice cracked, her hips rocking forward involuntarily, chasing the friction with a desperation that burned through her last shred of restraint.
Alessia’s laugh was low and rough against Leah’s collarbone, her teeth dragging over the sweat-slick skin before she pulled back just enough to meet Leah’s gaze. "Say it," she repeated, her voice thick with something Leah had never heard from her before, something dark and hungry. Her fingers tightened on Leah’s thigh, pressing her closer. "Tell me how bad you want it."
Leah’s fingers twisted in Alessia’s jersey, pulling her in until their foreheads pressed together. “I want you so bad it fucking hurts,” she admitted, voice raw. The confession hung between them, thick with the weight of months, years, of pent-up longing. Alessia’s breath hitched, her grip on Leah’s thigh tightening as she rocked forward, the friction drawing a ragged groan from Leah’s throat.
“Prove it,” Alessia challenged, her lips brushing Leah’s with each word. Before Leah could react, Alessia’s hands were on her waist, flipping their positions with a shove that sent Leah stumbling back against the treatment table. The metal edge dug into her hips as Alessia climbed onto her lap, knees bracketing Leah’s thighs. The sudden shift left Leah dizzy, her hands flying to Alessia’s waist to steady herself, fingers digging into the damp fabric of her shorts.
Leah’s breath stuttered as Alessia settled fully onto her lap, the heat of her thighs pressing against Leah’s hips. The treatment table groaned under their combined weight, but Leah barely registered it, not when Alessia’s fingers were threading through her hair, tugging just hard enough to make her gasp. “You’re such a fucking tease,” Leah muttered, her hands sliding up Alessia’s back to grip the hem of her jersey.
Alessia smirked, rolling her hips forward in a slow, deliberate arc that had Leah’s nails digging into her skin. “And you love it,” she murmured, her breath warm against Leah’s mouth. Before Leah could retort, Alessia kissed her again, deep and hungry, her tongue sliding against Leah’s in a way that sent heat pooling low in her stomach. Leah groaned into it, her hands fumbling with the fabric of Alessia’s jersey until she finally yanked it over her head, tossing it somewhere behind them.
The jersey hit the floor with a wet slap, the sound barely registering over the ragged hitch of Alessia’s breath as Leah’s palms skated up her bare torso. Alessia wasn’t wearing a bra. The skin beneath her fingers was flushed, damp with sweat and sunlight, the sharp ridges of Alessia’s abs flexing under Leah’s touch. Leah dragged her nails lightly down Alessia’s sides, reveling in the full-body shiver it earned her.
"Christ, Lee," Alessia gasped against Leah’s mouth, her hips rolling forward again, slower this time. The friction dragged a groan from Leah’s throat, her fingers tightening on Alessia’s waist. Alessia pulled back just enough to meet Leah’s gaze, her pupils blown wide, lips swollen from Leah’s teeth. "You’ve been thinking about this," she murmured, her voice rough. It wasn’t a question.
Leah’s breath caught when Alessia’s fingers traced the waistband of her shorts, dipping just beneath the elastic to skim the sensitive skin of her hipbones. “Every fucking day,” she admitted, voice rough. Alessia’s pupils dilated further, her lips parting on a sharp inhale as she rocked forward again, the friction dragging a ragged sound from Leah’s throat.
Alessia’s hands slid up Leah’s torso. Her thumbs brushed the underside of Leah’s sports bra, lingering just beneath the hem. “Show me,”
"Please hurry up," Leah hissed, fingers twisting in the fabric of Alessia’s shorts, her hips arching off the treatment table with a desperation that burned through her last shred of restraint. The metal edge dug into her thighs, the pain barely registering under the white-hot heat of Alessia’s thigh pressing higher between her legs.
Alessia laughed, low, rough, the sound vibrating against Leah’s collarbone where her teeth had just left a mark. "Be patient," she murmured, dragging her nails up Leah’s ribs in a way that made Leah’s breath catch. Her thumb hooked under the hem of Leah’s sports bra again, teasingly light, not quite pushing past it. "You’ve waited this long."
"Fuck patient," she growled, grabbing Alessia’s wrist and dragging her thumb upward, forcing it under the fabric. The second Alessia’s fingers brushed her bare nipple, Leah arched off the table with a choked noise, her shorts suddenly unbearably tight. Alessia’s smirk was downright predatory as she finally yanked the sports bra and jersey up and over Leah’s head, tossing it aside with a flick of her wrist.
The cool air prickled against Leah’s overheated skin, but it was nothing compared to the way Alessia’s gaze raked over her, dark and hungry. "Jesus," Alessia breathed, her thumbs brushing Leah’s peaked nipples in slow, maddening circles. "You’re even prettier than I imagined." The raw admiration in her voice made Leah’s stomach flip, her earlier desperation softening into something warmer, deeper.
Leah barely had time to process Alessia’s words before her mouth was on her, lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her sternum. Alessia’s hands slid down Leah’s sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts as she nipped at the sensitive skin just below her ribs. Leah’s breath hitched, her hips lifting instinctively, but Alessia didn’t tug them off, not yet. Instead, she lingered, her tongue tracing the dip of Leah’s navel in a way that made Leah’s fingers form a fist.
“You’re killing me,” Leah gasped, her voice ragged. Alessia chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending a shiver up Leah’s spine.
Leah's fingers squeezed even tighter as Alessia's mouth drifted lower, her teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive skin just above the waistband of Leah's shorts. The fabric was damp with sweat, clinging stubbornly to Leah's hips, and Alessia took her time, too much time, nipping and licking along the edge as if she had all night. "Fuck Alessia," Leah gasped, her hips twitching upward, seeking friction that wasn't there. "Don't tease."
Alessia hummed, the sound vibrating against Leah's stomach as her fingers hooked into the waistband of Leah's shorts. But instead of tugging them down, she paused, her breath hot against Leah's skin. "Say it properly," she murmured, her thumbs tracing slow circles over Leah's hipbones.
Leah’s nails bit into Alessia’s shoulders, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. The pressure between her thighs was unbearable now, a throbbing ache that pulsed in time with Alessia’s maddeningly slow movements. "Please," Leah ground out, her voice raw with desperation. Alessia’s thumbs stilled on her hips, and Leah nearly sobbed at the loss. "Don’t stop! fuck, please don’t stop."
Alessia’s chuckle was dark, molten, her lips brushing Leah’s navel as she spoke. "That’s not how you ask." She pressed a single, searing kiss just below Leah’s bellybutton, then pulled back, her breath ghosting over Leah’s flushed skin. "Tell me what you want."
Leah’s chest heaved, every muscle in her body coiled tight as Alessia’s breath teased her skin. She could feel the damp heat between her thighs, the ache so sharp it bordered on pain. "You know what I want," she gritted out, fingers twisting in Alessia’s hair.
Alessia tilted her head, her lips quirking in that infuriating, knowing way. "Do I?" She dragged her nails lightly down Leah’s thighs, stopping just shy of where Leah needed her most. "Because I think you like saying it." Her thumb traced the edge of Leah’s shorts, pressing just enough to make Leah’s hips jerk. "So say it."
Leah's throat worked, the words sticking like honey, too sweet, too vulnerable, but the ache between her legs burned brighter than her pride. "I want your mouth on my clit," she finally gasped, the admission tearing free in a rush of heat. Alessia's pupils dilated, her lips parting on a sharp inhale, and Leah watched, mesmerized, as her tongue flicked out to wet them.
Alessia didn't make her wait. Her fingers curled into Leah's shorts, yanking them down in one fluid motion, the fabric catching briefly at her knees before Alessia shoved them off entirely. The cool air hit Leah's bare skin, raising goosebumps, but Alessia's hands were already spreading her thighs, her thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there with a possessiveness that made Leah's breath stutter. "Fuck," Alessia breathed, her gaze raking over Leah like she was mapping every inch. "You're stunning like this."
Leah’s chest heaved as Alessia’s gaze burned across her bare skin, the praise curling hot and thick in her stomach. She barely had time to register the words before Alessia’s mouth was on her, tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path up her inner thigh. The heat of it was electric, sending sparks shooting up Leah’s spine, and she arched off the table with a choked gasp. Alessia’s fingers tightened on her hips, pinning her down just enough to keep her from squirming away. not that Leah had any intention of moving.
“Delicious,” Alessia murmured against her skin, her breath ghosting over Leah’s slick heat. “Is this all for me captain?” The words punched a ragged moan from Leah’s throat, her hands flying to Alessia’s hair, fingers tangling in the blonde strands. Alessia hummed, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through Leah’s body, and then, her tongue dragged through Leah in one long, filthy stroke.
Leah’s back arched off the treatment table with a sharp cry, her thighs trembling as Alessia’s tongue curled against her in a slow, torturous rhythm. Every flick sent stars dancing behind Leah’s eyelids, every suck drew a ragged noise from her throat, but it was the way Alessia watched her, dark eyes locked on Leah’s face as she worked, that unraveled her completely.
“Ah! fuck,” Leah gasped, her grip on Alessia’s hair tightening as Alessia’s tongue circled her clit with deliberate precision. Alessia hummed against her, the vibration shooting straight to Leah’s core, and Leah’s hips jerked helplessly, seeking more. Alessia’s hands slid under her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as she lifted Leah’s hips higher, angling her just so. The shift sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through Leah, her toes curling against the cool metal of the table.
Leah’s vision blurred as Alessia’s tongue dragged another slow, wet stripe through her, the sensation so intense it bordered on unbearable. Every nerve in her body felt alight, every muscle coiled tight. Her thighs trembled where Alessia’s fingers gripped them, her stomach fluttering with each ragged breath. Alessia didn’t rush, didn’t falter; she took Leah apart with a patience that bordered on cruelty, her mouth hot and relentless as she mapped every inch of Leah like she was memorizing the taste.
When Alessia slipped two fingers inside her, curling them just right, Leah sobbed, her back arching off the table so sharply she nearly headbutted Alessia’s shoulder. Alessia chuckled against her thigh, the sound vibrating through Leah’s skin, and then her fingers twisted deeper, her tongue circling Leah’s clit in tight, perfect spirals. The dual sensation was too much, too good. Leah’s nails scraped against the treatment table, her hips jerking erratically as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her gut.
Leah’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as Alessia’s fingers twisted deeper, the heel of her palm grinding against Leah’s clit with each thrust. The treatment table creaked beneath them, metal protesting under Leah’s desperate movements, but the sound was lost under the wet, obscene rhythm of Alessia’s mouth and fingers working her in perfect tandem. Leah’s thighs trembled, her muscles locking tight around Alessia’s wrist as pleasure coiled in her stomach, threatening to snap.
“Look at me when you come,” Alessia murmured against Leah’s skin, her lips brushing Leah’s inner thigh. The command sent a fresh jolt of heat through Leah’s body, her eyelids fluttering open to find Alessia’s dark gaze locked onto hers. The intensity in her eyes, raw, unfiltered hunger, made Leah’s breath catch. Alessia’s tongue flicked out, dragging lazily over Leah’s clit as she held her gaze, and Leah’s hips jerked off the table with a choked cry.
Leah’s fingers twisted into Alessia’s hair, her thighs clamping around Alessia’s shoulders as the pressure kept building.. Alessia’s fingers curled inside her, pressing against that spot that made Leah’s knees weak, while her tongue circled Leah’s clit with relentless precision. The dual sensation was unbearable and Leah’s back arched off the table, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps. “Alessia-” The name tore from her throat, half plea, half warning, as pleasure coiled tighter, threatening to snap.
Alessia didn’t let up. Her free hand slid up Leah’s torso, fingers brushing over Leah’s peaked nipples in a rough, teasing stroke that sent another jolt of heat straight to her core. The contrast: the sharp pleasure of Alessia’s touch against her chest while her mouth and fingers worked her ruthlessly, was enough to make Leah’s toes curl against the table. She could feel Alessia’s smirk against her thigh, the vibration of her hum sending fresh sparks through Leah’s body. “Come on,” Alessia murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Let go.”
Leah's hips bucked wildly as Alessia's words sent a shockwave through her, not just the command, but the way Alessia's voice curled around it, rough and knowing, like she'd already memorised the exact frequency that made Leah unravel. The heel of Alessia's palm ground against her clit in slow circles while her fingers twisted deeper, the stretch bordering on painful in the best way possible. Leah's vision tunnelled, her thighs shaking where they clamped around Alessia's shoulders, every muscle in her body drawn taut like a bowstring.
"Less- fuck," Leah gasped, her fingers tightening in Alessia's hair hard enough to make her hiss. The sound only spurred Alessia on, her tongue flicking faster against Leah's clit, her fingers curling just there, and Leah's back arched off the table with a ragged cry. The pleasure crested violently, all-consuming, tearing through her in waves that left her trembling. Alessia didn't let up, drawing out every last shuddering aftershock with slow, languid strokes until Leah's grip on her hair went slack, her body collapsing bonelessly against the table.
Leah’s chest heaved, her skin slick with sweat as she stared at the ceiling, her fingers still tangled loosely in Alessia’s hair. The aftershocks pulsed through her in slow, delicious waves, her muscles trembling with the effort to stay still. Alessia pressed a final, lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh before pulling back, her chin glistening. Leah’s breath caught at the sight. Alessia lips were swollen, her pupils blown wide with satisfaction.
“Wow… Less, you are insane,” Leah muttered, her voice hoarse.
Alessia wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her smirk slow and satisfied as she crawled up Leah’s body, her knees bracketing Leah’s hips. The treatment table groaned under their combined weight, but neither of them cared, not when Alessia’s fingers were tracing idle patterns over Leah’s flushed stomach, her touch light. "You say insane," Alessia murmured, dipping her head to nip at Leah’s collarbone. "I hear thank you."
Leah’s breath hitched, her hands sliding up Alessia’s bare back to tangle in her hair again. "Don’t let it go to your head," she muttered, but the way her fingers tightened in Alessia’s hair betrayed her. Alessia chuckled, the sound vibrating against Leah’s skin as she pressed a trail of kisses up her throat, lingering just beneath her jaw. Leah surged up, catching Alessia’s mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation, her hands fumbling with the elastic of Alessia’s shorts. Alessia gasped into her mouth, her hips jerking forward as Leah’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband, skating over damp skin.
“Look who’s impatient now,” Leah growled against Alessia’s lips, her thumb pressing hard against the seam of Alessia’s underwear. Alessia’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening in Leah’s hair as she rocked down against Leah’s hand. “I can’t wait to ruin you.”
Leah’s fingers curled into Alessia’s waistband, yanking her closer until Alessia gasped, her balance faltering. In one fluid motion, Leah twisted them, flipping Alessia onto her back against the treatment table with a thud that made the metal legs screech. Alessia’s breath punched out of her, her knees instinctively tightening around Leah’s hips as Leah loomed over her, bracing one forearm beside Alessia’s head. “You’ve had your fun,” Leah murmured, her voice dark with promise. Her free hand slid up Alessia’s thigh, dragging the fabric of her shorts higher. “My turn.”