Spite
-I kind of miss the great sex, that's all-that comes out more as a grunt than something said randomly that doesn't matter.
Mapi would never admit anything like that to anyone, but in her mind, it is what it is and Alexia is pressuring her, prodding her to find out what happened. She enjoyed sex with Ingrid and now she is deprived of it because it ended as they both knew it would.
And when Alexia approached her to ask if she was okay, why wouldn't she be! she lets her know.
-If you say so.
And the Spanish midfielder does not look entirely convinced.
-Yes, Ale-Mapi dismisses Alexia's concern with a wave of her hand-anyway, I was getting a little tired. You know, sex can be good but there comes a point when the same person gets boring.
Faced with such an unexpected lie that she herself did not intend to tell, Mapi swallows hard and avoids eye contact with her best friend.
-Well, I just wanted to check that you were okay.
-Better than ever-Mapi rubs her hands as she usually does when something catches her attention-I have an invitation to a fashion event and some other nonsense like that. Are you in? There will be drinks, food and women.
-And I suppose you'll try to flirt with some of those models who look at us as if we were insignificant little bugs.
-You know me, I have a natural charm with the ladies, and I plan to use it on some of them. Are you coming or not?
-Maybe-Alexia snorts, both amused and incredulous-I don't know how you always manage to drag me into these things.
-Because you are shy and I am outgoing, and I help you charm the occasional woman who treats you like a weirdo, you, the queen of Barcelona!
-Okay, there's no need for a show. And I don't need you to charm them for me, no way.
-They all adore me, I adore them-Mapi shrugs-and I help you in the process.
-You don't worship any.
-I do-Mapi makes strange faces and grimaces of all kinds-I have had girlfriends, I was in love; relationships end, and life goes on; now I enjoy being free of ties and I love as much as I can.
-Hmm…
Mapi laughs at Alexia and how unconvinced she seems. But it's true that she's not bad. Why or why not? Ingrid's thing was a good time and lasted much longer than expected. There's sex everywhere if you know how to look for it.
Yes, she was quite surprised to find out that she was going to Turkey just like that overnight and that she didn't talk to her until the last minute, but that was it. In reality, with the Norwegian brunette there were several good surprises, from the chemistry and understanding before they got involved to how much fun they had once they were involved, but what does it matter? Whether she keeps thinking about it or whether the news has hit her like a bucket of cold water is irrelevant.
Mapi may always be the one to end all relationships and now, for once, she had to suffer it firsthand. Well, suffer is such a strong word and she never suffers. But something like that. It is true that she thought they would last a little longer, but it ended, and she had to move on.
••••••
She's almost eavesdropping, but Aitana isn't one of those who speaks quietly, and she also has a high-pitched voice, so even if Mapi didn't want it, it would be inevitable.
She receives the information, memorizes it, and leaves the locker room.
And the next night, very late, she enters the club with confidence and heads to the bar even though she's not going to drink anything. She scans the crowd until she finds Ingrid with her group of friends, without Aitana present because she's too responsible to go out the night before a game. Mapi is also usually responsible along with other great qualities like being a born hunter ready to go after her prey.
Mapi mentally thanks Aitana for speaking so loudly or she would never have found out.
Ingrid dances and seems to have fun, and Mapi does something strange to her. She moves on. Well, Mapi did too, but there she is, to prove that with just one look the Norwegian falls into her net again in a flash. Deep inside she knows that when she heard that conversation she should have walked away, but the desire that continued to boil inside her was stronger, like a volcano that longed to erupt. Simple sexual desire, nothing more.
She doesn't waste time thinking too much, she puts herself in Ingrid's line of sight and waits, and electricity runs through her when the green eyes notice her. Of course, she notices her and recognizes her instantly.
Mapi raises her eyebrows and has that lopsided smile that always works. And Ingrid falls, of course. Well, her ego shoots into the stratosphere because she continues to have that effect on the Norwegian beauty.
The black-haired girl approaches and suspicion shines in her eyes. She inspects Mapi from top to bottom without subtlety and does not hide it at all.
-Mapi León, what a pleasure.
-Ingrid. Same here.
-What a... pleasant coincidence-purrs Ingrid, bringing the glass of whatever she is drinking to her lips.
-I'm glad you think so-Mapi pretends an indifference she doesn't feel and looks around- Are you doing okay?
-Yes, and you?
-I'm not complaining.
-It seems that Barcelona is very small- the brunette laughs.
-You know the saying that it's a small world.
-It doesn't sound very familiar to me-the nasal laugh makes it clear that he knows that nothing is a coincidence.
Mapi bites her lip, looks down and thinks about whether to tell the truth even if Ingrid suspects her or wait for Ingrid to run after her and act indifferent. She opts for the least convenient.
-Maybe chance isn't what's driving this tonight.
-No? I have to know about it, then.
What the hell is Ingrid doing to her that leaves her mind clouded and completely unprotected, especially to her, who always has the right retorts and the necessary words to get out of it unscathed.
-You are celebrating your birthday.
-No, my birthday is next weekend, we can't celebrate it in advance-Ingrid hesitates-I didn't tell you I was coming because... well...
-It's okay, our thing is over, and you weren't obligated-the Spanish woman shrugs.
Ingrid looks around and squeezes the glass harder than necessary.
-Tell me, are you here by chance? -she manages to ask.
-Why?
-You don't answer one question with another, Mapi.
-I don't know who could have said that-Mapi turns her head slightly and decides to be frank-if I told you that I'm here because I want to give you your birthday present in advance, what would you think?
-Is that so?
-Yeah.
They have been getting closer and closer, whispering and looking at each other shamelessly, and Mapi's mischievous left pinky is brushing over Ingrid's hip.
-I don't see my present anywhere.
-It's not here-Mapi glances briefly over Ingrid's shoulder and Esmee and Frido look away from them-We'd have to leave for I to give it to you. And that would take all night, just as a warning.
-Oh, you've gone to the trouble, I see-Ingrid runs her tongue over her lower lip, perfectly understanding what Mapi is talking about-but I can't leave my friends.
-Yes, you can, you only have me tonight, you'll see them tomorrow.
At this Ingrid smiles, Mapi in turn smiles victoriously and stretches her mouth into a grimace at her inevitable triumph.
What does it matter that Ingrid abruptly cut off what they had, that she didn't say anything other than that it wasn't going to work and she just left. It had been months of long thoughts, not denial, just thoughts. Mapi knew it wouldn't work but maybe she was hoping for something more that wasn't yet explained, or a more appropriate talk instead of a few words after a roll in the hay.
'I'm going to Turkey' just like someone who says 'I'm going to buy some bread'
It doesn't matter what she's been feeling since the brunette left, tonight she feels nothing but desire and the desire to prove to herself that she can leave her behind after one last time. After she decides it's the last time.
-Will you take me to your house?
-No.
It's all the exchange as the thin air grows rarefied inside Mapi's car, excitement crackles and a strange energy takes over everything around.
It's not the hotel they went to on their last date, but it's just as luxurious, the room spacious and comfortable, the lights low and a bed big enough to do all the things she wants to do with Ingrid and didn't have time for before.
-I see you thought of everything-Ingrid walks slowly and is curious.
-I always do.
-You were very sure that I would come with you.
-I just knew it- Mapi answers, taking off her jacket.
-You're saying I can't resist you.
-What I'm saying is that it's been two... that a while ago we said that it would be the last time, and here we are, I looked for you and you didn't say no.
-Do you want to prove something?
-We like to fuck each other, preciosa.
Mapi pours herself a glass of water and is not disturbed by Ingrid's gaze and her curious arched eyebrow; and doesn't stop looking at her for a second, lusting after her and mentally taking off her clothes.
-How did you know I was in town?
-I heard it somewhere-Mapi turns around and slowly unbuttons some buttons on her shirt- after today, there won't be another time, do you understand?
-Do you understand it?
Mapi snorts a cheeky laugh and shakes her head several times. No woman has the last word with her.
-I think we needed some time to try a couple more things-the low and seductive tone has a great influence on the Norwegian and Mapi is aware-if you want, of course. Then each one to her own thing again.
-Well, there will be no regrets on my part, you can be sure-confirms Ingrid-no regrets of any kind
-I like that. I have many good things planned, you're going to like them-the Spanish woman takes Ingrid's chin with her right hand and speaks in a low, serious tone-but you have to be willing.
Green eyes flare familiarly at that almost as if they know.
-I have to know what it is about to tell you yes.
-It would be better if I gave you a demonstration, wouldn't it?
Mapi takes her by the hand and leads her to the bed and notices that Ingrid is nervous and doesn't understand why, having done this many times before. Although she thinks she can guess, she knows her a little. Her nervousness is based on anticipation, on what she wants and knows Mapi will do to her because she is looking at the toys on the nightstand. That is something they haven't tried...yet. It is fascinating to imagine.
-What are you saying? -Mapi runs her fingertips over Ingrid's shoulder, slowly moving down her entire arm while speaking in her ear-Would you like it?
-Always, León.
The moment could not be more charged with lust and fire. Ingrid has a very satisfactory expression considering that they didn't even start. And furthermore, there seems to be something else around them that usually surrounds them and that they never realize.
-I want to fuck you all night long-she murmurs abruptly and doesn't know where that came from-and for you to let me do it.
Ingrid lunges at her without hesitation, devouring her mouth, all fire and need.
Mapi does the same, relentless, overwhelming, and consumes Ingrid in a tangle of tongues, lips and teeth. The temperature has increased considerably; in a single second of sanity, the Spanish woman positions them in such a way that she encloses the brunette with one of her arms against the nearest wall, barely moving a few steps, while a hand is on the back of her neck, squeezing and attracting her.
Ingrid is not passive at all, returning every thrust from Mapi with the same fervor and need, moaning softly and asking for more and more. It has always been that way and that has not changed.
They pull apart to breathe, standing inches from each other. Heat seeps through their clothes, and the uncontrollable pounding of their hearts can easily be heard over each other's labored breathing.
-Did I win that easily? -Mapi asks in a petulant tone, with her face and neck reddened-I have you practically melted and I haven't even touched you properly yet
-You rent a hotel room and coming to the club to meet me, that's not a win for me-Ingrid answers, matching the tone, running her tongue very, very slowly over her lips while Mapi's almost black eyes follow the not-so-subtle movement-and now you promised to fuck me all night long, no one feels like a bigger winner than me.
-And you still haven't seen anything-Mapi promises, running the tip of her index finger over the mouth swollen by her kisses-when we do everything I have in mind, you will regret having broken off our relationship.
But Mapi doesn't give Ingrid time to think about those words, and when she notices the frown and a clear question about to be asked, she makes her fall onto the bed on her back, and falls on top of her, imprisoning her with her legs on each side, kissing and sucking from her jaw to where her neck begins, knowing the marks she was leaving. It was desperate but calculated, while Ingrid sighed and moaned quietly.
Mapi took off her blouse and unbuttoned her skirt, pulling it off leaving Ingrid in her underwear. She doesn't waste any time and starts licking the Norwegian's chest, sucking and sucking without stopping, causing the most pleasurable sensations in Ingrid who doesn't stop moaning at any time.
-Strip completely naked-Mapi orders, watching her as she does so, restraining herself from doing it herself.
Control. She has control.
Mapi reaches for one of the toys she has prepared for that night, and does so slowly and methodically, placing it beside the bed. She lets herself fall on Ingrid again and moves back and forth on purpose, just as she wants to do later.
They intertwine their tongues again as Mapi adjusts her position to timidly slide her hand over Ingrid's wetness, who moans desperately at the lack of contact. And she goes down to suck on the swollen nipples, giving each one enough attention, stimulating them.
With two fingers, she probes the moisture in her center, so ready, waiting for her, resting on her entrance, circling again and again, teasing the brunette. And when she enters, she does it in one go, and Ingrid lets out a cry of surprise and closes her eyes tightly because of how much she craved just that, enjoying the sensation. Her fingers remain still and seconds later, she begins to move them slowly. Mapi never stops looking at her, fascinated by how receptive Ingrid always is to her touches and to everything they do in bed. And seconds later she snakes her way down Ingrid's torso, getting to where she is going to taste her and drive her a little bit crazier, licking every fold and nook.
-Please, Mapi-she continues begging.
-I don't listen-Mapi mocks.
-No more games…
But Mapi kept licking and licking, excluding that sensitive spot, just to tease Ingrid a little more. She wants to have her on the edge, to let her fall completely,
Ingrid looks at her and sees the older woman's mockery, then takes her head and guides it where she wants it. And it only takes two or three sucks to explode into a cry of pleasure that she had been holding back for a long time. And the aftershocks are wonderful, with the orgasm lasting a few seconds thanks to Mapi's dedication.
Mapi gets out of bed and takes off her clothes piece by piece while being appreciated by Ingrid, and perhaps flexes her arms a little more than usual just for the delight of the Norwegian. She always praised them. Then, she puts on the harness and dildo also very, very slowly, and positions herself in front of Ingrid on her knees, on the bed.
Ingrid looks at her with half-closed eyes and a half-satisfied smile, in all her nakedness, with red marks here and there from the outbursts of passion, her cheeks flushed, and her lips wet and swollen. And her shiny black hair spread out like a halo.
-Are you sure? -Mapi asks and Ingrid nods.
They never did it before although the topic had come up a few times.
-Yes, do it.
Mapi kisses her, a long kiss that is softer than she intended and cradles her cheek for a moment. And she thinks about whether to ask Ingrid to turn around because looking directly at her would be too much, it's not something she does. But also considers that looking at her is all she wants and she's not going to have that anymore.
Mapi kneels down close by, taking Ingrid by the hips and placing her in position, with the tip of the toy pressing in. She inserts it slowly and gently, always careful, letting Ingrid get used to the length and thickness while leaving soft kisses along her neck and collarbone.
They look at each other. Ingrid's green eyes shine and she has a smile that shows she has won something, and in a way, she has. Another incredible night with Mapi, one of those she thought would never happen again.
Maybe it's good that both feel like winners but in different ways.
Mapi begins to move slowly, and it is a new and very pleasurable sensation, rhythmic movements that make moans come out of their mouths. She never thought she would feel pleasure by doing that to a woman, well, not pleasure for her body but for her mind and ego. She was wrong. Before she didn't feel pleasure, and now...
-More-Ingrid asks a few minutes later, closing her eyes tightly.
- es? - Mapi increases the speed and the thrusts, feeling the slight friction on her own pleasure point.
-Harder-the Norwegian repeats-if you only knew how hot you look fucking me like that-she adds.
-I can stop as soon as you tell me-Mapi says just in case.
-No need-Ingrid denies haltingly.
It's all Mapi needs to grab her by the hips and pull her completely against herself, burying herself deeper, with steady but fast movements, while with a somewhat unsteady thumb she brushes Ingrid's clitoris and uses the other hand for support. They kiss with urgency and impatience. Ingrid scratches Mapi's back and runs her nails all over her body and presses the back of her neck to keep their lips from separating.
-It can't be...- the Spanish woman gasps, more worried than surprised, with her mind in disbelief.
Mapi knows she's going to cum too. It's incredible and impossible, but it doesn't matter that she's not being stimulated directly by Ingrid, it's enough stimulation to see her on the edge, completely out of control and to know that she's the cause; that she's fucking her non-stop and she's going to give her another orgasm, and another, and that even though they're not meant for anything, in that moment they're everything. The image is just too much.
And when Ingrid clings tighter to her and cums hard, Mapi follows her instantly. And they fall together. And the sensations are overwhelming for several more seconds. They can't even move and get away from each other.
-Wow-gasps Ingrid.
-Yeah- Mapi sighs, finally stepping to the side.
It occurs to her that taking a deep breath rather than talking too much is the best thing to do.
-Thank you very much, really. It's a good birthday present.
Yes, a good fuck and tomorrow we can continue as if nothing happened.
-Don't be silly...we've just started.
-I don't know how you always manage to outdo yourself.
-Was it okay, then?
-I don't think you're insecure about yourself, so you're just looking to boost your ego.
Mapi laughs because she got caught.
They stay for a long time without doing or saying anything, just lying next to each other calming their wandering heartbeats.
-Is your gift just about giving or also about receiving?
-It depends on what you have in mind.
-Here, up-Ingrid orders, pointing above her face and head-I want to fuck you with my tongue.
And Mapi is more than pleased, with the anticipation that this will be really good and that the night is just beginning.
There aren't many words after sex. Mapi prefers it that way, there's nothing they can say that's good. They fall asleep for a while and Mapi wakes up startled and Ingrid's calm figure doesn't help her relax.
A sinking feeling settles in her chest, and she runs away from it, from the feeling and from Ingrid. Now that the rush of passion and proving something to herself is over, she realizes the seriousness of the situation.
She at least has the decency to wake up the brunette and tell her that he's leaving.
-Can't you stay a little longer? -her voice is thick and thick and it's kind of adorable.
Adorable?! Holy shit.
-It's already morning and I have to play a match this afternoon.
Ingrid seems to weigh those words with all the drowsiness stuck behind her eyes.
-It´s ok.
-The room is paid until noon, you don't need to leave, you can sleep.
-How considerate, Mapi León…
-I left you something else on that chair-Mapi points with her chin-so you can use it when I win the Champions League final and confirm that I am the best defender in the world.
-Only if it has the number four- Ingrid murmurs and sits up a little-I… if I wanted to go see you play this afternoon…
-It's better not, Ingrid, you know how people tend to be-Mapi denies, very unsure of what she's saying- put the shirt away and wear it in the final, which we're sure we'll get to.
-No problem.
-You left behind many broken hearts when you left, social media hasn't been the same-she curses herself for letting that out but the tongue is moving faster than her barely awake brain.
-Sometimes I don't know when you're serious.
-I'm doing it, the fans thought you abandoned me or something like that, it's best to leave this here, do you think?
Ingrid nods many times and doesn't even look her in the eyes anymore. Mapi doesn't do it either.
-Is there no next time? -she wants to know.
-No- Mapi confirms.
If something strange crosses Ingrid's eyes, she quickly puts it away.
-It was a great night, thank you-the Norwegian woman murmurs into her pillow.
-Thanks to you.
What an absurd thing to say, thanking someone for good sex, but Mapi doesn't express it. She wrings her hands, finally stands up, grabs the jacket and a backpack she left the day before and leaves without looking back.
••••••
If she finds herself a little disoriented on the field later that day and receives a few scoldings from Alexia, she understands that she deserves it. But no one knows that the night before she was not resting properly but was instead dedicating herself to pursuing something that, she now understands, turned out to be more dangerous than it seemed on the surface.
Ingrid. Ingrid. Ingrid. She planned that whole night at the hotel because it doesn't mean anything, but it slips too easily into her mind for it to mean so little to her, right?
Mapi thinks it's spite and doesn't agree with Alexia who talks about something else. Something has splintered inside her and it's probably her ego before her foolish heart; she's been in love many times before, she's loved other women, and what she feels isn't like that, she doesn't recognize it. How can it be love then? It's spite and a wounded ego although they aren't the best feelings because Ingrid could finish her off in a way that none of the women he used to replace her had been able to until now. .
That makes her feel like shit. Using others and having used Ingrid too.