Kaia smiles gently, aware of how Mapi hates disrespectful players. It's a no brainer to, really. "It's over now, I'm ok and we're through." 
"Yeah." Mapi sighs softly, walking away from the door when she hears more people leaving. "Are we going to talk about it?" 
"Talk about..." Kaia trails off for an elaboration. 
Mapi clenches her jaw and glances down. "We're against France next, and I don't know how to feel." She admits. "I mean, I know exactly how I feel. But I can't feel like this to be or play professional." 
"Look, that game is too important to both countries to let personal differences get in the way." Kaia half scolds her protective girlfriend. And she decides to feed into her possessiveness. "If you're feeling angry, or she says something, just remember who I belong to... and who I literally get on my knees for." 
Mapi smirks ever so slightly. "Can you call me the night before the game?" She asks. 
Kaia nods willingly. "Definitely. Just do what you've done this entire time, and be the better person. Out play her on the pitch and crush her dreams." 
Laughing at the ruthless words, Mapi feels a lot more at ease having gotten this off her chest. "I think I crushed her dreams the second you crawled into my bed." 
"I didn't crawl into it." Kaia chuckles, amused by the wording she used. 
"Do you need me to call you back later?" Mapi deduces by the quick language change. Kaia is still walking the bright halls of the stadium, now with her shirt back on. 
"Yeah." Kaia sighs, clearly recalling all the things she's got to do. 
"Bebé?" Mapi questions, mildly worried. "Are you ok?" 
"Mm." Kaia confirms as she flashes her a smile. "I um, I'm just really drained mentally at the moment and we've probably got America next." 
"Norway could win." Mapi points out, but it's a weak argument because they're very much the underdogs with their crap coach and below average tournament so far. "Why don't you go see the kids? Aren't they still in Sydney?" She suggests. 
"Honestly, I just want to cuddle with you and let my mind shut off." Kaia chuckles weakly. "I'm barely getting seven hours a night and even my dreams are full of tactics and how to outplay our next opponent." 
Mapi wants to say: why don't you ask for a break? But Kaia's the captain, she's the talisman of the team, and they've got a quarterfinal next that needs their best players on the pitch. "Get a back and neck massage from one of your physios, listen to Harry Potter on audible, and cuddle your koala that smells like me." 
Kaia didn't mean for this conversation to get all emotional, but she feels her eyes watering at Mapi's words. She's desperate for her girlfriends arms around her, her breath fanning on her neck, her smell filling her senses, mumbled Spanish words in the middle of the night. She just wants her. 
"The final is in two weeks, so no matter what happens; I'll be with you by then." Mapi carries on talking when she sees the tears, tears that make her own eyes water. "And then we'll be in Italy, together, and then back to Barcelona, back home with the boys." 
Kaia wipes her tear in a bit of frustration, annoyed at herself for this blip. "God, I need to get a grip." 
"No, you need to get it out." Mapi encourages. "Two more weeks, beautiful." She speaks in Italian when she hears a few players pass by where she's sat.