Chapter Text
The actual awards? Well they happened.
Marta did well all things considered. She managed to keep her eyes and hands off Caroline for most of the evening that they were in front of the cameras, only breaking that once when they were going up the steps into the venue. She didn’t think her girlfriend minded too much though as Caro looped a gentle arm round her waist, quickly hugging Marta towards her before letting go and following Alexia in.
Marta was proud of all her teammates, she clapped when Aitana got her award and got a little embarrassed as she joined the rest of her teammates to go and get the club award with Alexia. She felt proud with what they had achieved that year, smiling a little more when she looked to her side and saw a grinning Caroline.
After the awards, they all got in the minibus to go back to the hotel. There was meant to be an afterparty, but the women’s international break meant that most female players had a game in the next two days.
Most of the Barca boys went to the afterparty, leaving the girls in the minibus, Caroline and Marta at the back, Caro sitting so close to the defender she was almost on her lap. They hadn’t let go of each other's hands since they’d left the cameras behind and Marta kept kissing the side of the Norwegian’s head as she was talking to Salma and Alexia.
The captain kept rolling her eyes at the pair, but when Marta gave her the middle finger as they got off the bus, Alexia just laughed.
The players said goodnight fairly quickly after that; it had been a long night and each had quite the trip back to their national camps, including Caroline.
The Spaniard turned around to Caro, who had just finished hugging Alexia, and put her arm around her waist. She smiled as she felt the Norwegian relax, and began the short walk to her room.
‘I’m so proud of you, you know that right?’ Pausing while she opened and went through the door and turned to see a lazy smile on Caro’s face.
‘Mmmhh, I do, you know. You tell me every single day.’ The winger leant forward slightly, putting a kiss on Marta’s lips, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and pushing her against the locked door. The kiss became more heated, tongues getting involved and Marta could swear she could hear Caroline moaning oh so quietly into her mouth.
All of sudden, Caro pulled away, and Marta’s mouth dropped open as she was pulled from the door and pushed, albeit gently, backwards into the room, the back of her knees hitting the bed as she fell onto it.
The Spaniard’s mind went blank as she watched Caroline kick her heels off not even looking where they were going, and came and sat on her lap, knees around her hips. She couldn’t help it, she reached up and held her girlfriend’s waist, pulling her closer towards her and lips connecting. Caro took control, turning into a slow and steady kiss, moving up and down on Marta’s lap that was driving her crazy.
The Norwegian pulled back, her eyes shining and so turned on that it made Marta pull her even closer.
‘You a little worked up there?’ she leant in and whispered in Caro’s ear, pulling back to see her girlfriend biting her lip slightly and looking the most adorable Marta had ever seen.
‘I had to see you all night, looking so so incredibly good and I couldn’t do anything about it. Cause you look hot, so so hot that I was sitting there almost the entire night considering ways to get you into the ladies, or outside, or anyway that wasn’t in that room I suppose.’
Marta’s eyes grew wider and wider as Caroline talked, and the Norwegian just chuckled, leaning forward so she was whispering directly into the Spaniard’s ear.
‘Then on the bus ride back, when I could finally touch you, I was thinking of all the things I wanted to do to you. Cause I realised the other day how much I miss you, and how much I always want you near me, because to be honest, me doing it myself is never going to cut it for me anymore.’
Marta barely heard the end of the sentence. She was too busy pulling at Caro’s dress, suddenly desperate to get it completely off. She was now painfully turned on and the thought of her girlfriend trying to get herself off and failing, well that was just too much for her to bear.
Finally both their dresses were tugged off and Caroline was back in her lap, Marta pulled her forward, kissing her neck up and down, hands moving everywhere leaving Caro panting in her ear.
Moving her hand down, Caro rolled her eyes, head lolling back, with Marta’s gaze not leaving her face for a second, but all she could see was pure love and happiness on her girlfriend’s face.
Caro breathed in and out slowly, wanting to savour this moment, but Marta started sucking at her neck, making marks that were surely going to show up as a hickey in the morning. And the thought that that would leave everyone knowing what they’d been doing was enough to send Caroline over the edge.
Breathing heavily, she leaned on Marta, head tucked into her neck, arms flopped around her.
‘Nothing will ever, ever be better than you.’
‘God, the things you say to me mi amour’ Marta groaned, leaning back so she was lying on her back on the bed, making sure she wasn’t going to squish anyone or anything. She kissed the side of Caroline’s head, holding her close.
After a few minutes, Caro had got her breath back, moving around so both were under the covers, giggling as they remembered at least for one night, they could be in the same bed, together again. The giggling turned into kissing, softly at first, coupled with slow touches and long breaths.
‘You look really pretty.’
Marta turned to face her girlfriend properly, rolling her eyes, well aware that her hair had come out of its bun and she had a strong suspicion that her lipstick was smudged due to the amount of kissing she had been doing since she got back to the hotel.
But instead the Spaniard turned to find Caroline looking at her with complete seriousness causing her to blush a deep shade of red. Moving her face into the crook of Caro’s neck, she giggled.
‘What??’ Caro replied, chuckling at her daft girlfriend, ‘although to be honest, I always think you look very pretty.’ She gave a kiss on her head. ‘And gorgeous,’ she kissed the side of her neck. ‘And so so hot,’ as she moved her hand down Marta’s body.
The Spaniard wasn’t giggling anymore, instead leaning forward, kissing Caro, once then twice, breathing hard before the Norwegian crashed her lips into Marta, kissing her hard before peppering kisses on her jaw, her neck, her chest.
‘Mi amor,’ Marta did love all of Caroline, she truly did love every part of her, but there was something about her fingers that really did it for her. It was thinking about them and what they were doing and having her gorgeous girlfriend in front of her was enough to send her tumbling, hard.
She opened her eyes to see Caro above, head on her hand, tucked into the Spaniard’s side, looking down on her.
They just watched each other, Caro’s hand moving so she could brush some of the escaped hair from her bun out of Marta’s face, but other than that, their eyes just took in each other, and it made the Norwegian think about the first time they got together.
Back when they’d just confessed their feelings to each other, back when they were just best friends, but by the end of the night, they knew they’d never go back to that. It was a night of slow touches and long kisses, working out each other’s bodies and it still surprised Caro sometimes how well they fit together so quickly.
But then again, even back then, the Norwegian loved Marta more than anyone in the world. And that love had only gotten stronger, from when she was out of football for so long, when it felt like everything else was falling apart around her, Marta was always there, by her side, ready to do or say anything Caro needed.
She was perfect and the winger counted her lucky stars each and everyday that she was the one lucky enough to be loved by Marta.
Leaning forward slightly, she pressed her lips to her girlfriend’s, giving a soft kiss, ‘I love you.’
Marta brought her hand up and held it to Caro’s face, smiling gently when she leaned into it, ‘I love you too mi vida. And I am so so proud of you.’
Pressing another quick kiss to her girlfriend’s lips, Caroline repositioned herself, lying almost completely on top of Marta, arms wrapped tightly around her tucking herself into the crook of her neck, and the two fell asleep.