long distance wnba!paige & uconn!azzi who have not had sex in weeks. azzi wants to fix that. paige is mildly oblivious.
(quick, shitty/unedited blurb bc i didn't want to write them arguing in my other fic today. jfc this is not meant to be a part of my legacy LMFAO sorry. happy natty freaks)
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azzi shifted in her covers, subtly sliding them down her body so that the curve of her waist was visible to the camera.Β
she was laying on her side, on facetime with paige, who was currently absorbed in tiktok on her phone. and that was fine and all, but azzi was hot. not in the sticky, sweaty way, but in the way that started in her chest and darkened her eyes, slipping down into her boxers.Β
and paige looked soβ sheβd come home from practice and hadnβt changed, hair in a messy low bun and black practice jersey clinging to her biceps. she hadnβt been lying about hitting the gym, and as she absentmindedly flexed her muscles as she rested her hand behind her head, azzi felt carnivorous.Β
the distance between them hadnβt been so long in years, with paige at the end of her first professional season while azzi geared up for the beginning of her own. the two of them were caught in the distance, and facetimes made up for a lot of things but couldnβt stop azziβs body from craving. between everything, the talking never slowed, but they hadnβt had time for anything, uh, special, in the last few weeks.Β
paigeβs eyes flickered towards the screen for a half a second at the movement. never one to pass up making a comment on azziβs body, she whistled as she looked back at her phone.Β
βdamn, mami, you look good.β
azzi hummed in acknowledgement, frowning at paigeβs lack of interest. except, of course, that that in itself was kind of hot, the knowledge that she was all feverish and bothered while paige was calm and collected. she let her scroll on for a few more minutes, subtly rubbing her inner thighs together to give herself any sort of friction.Β
after a bit, she let out a dramatic sigh. βitβs still so hot here.β
it was october in storrs, connecticut. it was not fucking hot.
βtake off the covers,β paige replied automatically, still engrossed in her screen.Β
βprobably a good idea,β azzi replied, feigning nonchalance. she slipped a leg out of the covers, making sure that the muscle of her thigh was visible to the camera for a brief moment as she used her leg to slip the covers off of her body. not that it mattered, because paige wasnβt paying her any attention.Β
damn. sheβd have to try harder.Β
her heart skipped a beat for a moment as she fingered the hem of her sweatshirt, debating her next action for a second. paige was still looking away from her, though, and she couldnβt have that.Β
she smoothly sat up, turning slightly away from paige to feign βmodestyβ. drawing the fabric over her head, she made sure that paige had a great view of her back muscles on display through her skin tight tank top. she pretended to stretch a bit, flexing her traps a little, and for a brief moment the knowledge that so much of her was on display went straight to her boxers, reinforcing the wet patch that had already begun to form.Β
unfortunately, right after that, she regretted it. it was freezing cold in her room, and the chilled air hitting her skin made her erupt in goosebumps, nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her shirt. swallowing her pride, she turned deliberately back to paige, positioning herself on her side again so that her tits were closer to the camera.Β
her mouth went dry. paige was staring. good.Β
βdamn,β paigeβs eyes were wide, flitting down to her chest. the blonde swallowed thickly, blinking.Β
βwhat?β azzi asked innocently, voice smooth and creamy.Β
βnothing,β paige caught herself, shaking her head slightly. βyou feel better?β she looked back at her phone.Β
that diabolical piece of technology. for how much paige loved her damn ipad, she sure wasnβt paying any attention to it.Β
azzi loved paige, she really did, but she wished that she would be less polite sometimes. paige would flirt, and paige would look, but she could be so fucking dense. azzi wanted her to notice, wanted her to take control.Β Β
she rolled over onto her stomach, repositioning the phone so that it was above her head and she was laying in front of it. from the camera angle, her head and chest were visible; she pushed herself up onto her forearms, ensuring that the valley of her exposed tits was impossible to miss.Β
she looked up at paige through her lashes, just staring. the pressure from the mattress on her hips felt good, and from this angle she could start to press herself into it without it being noticeable to paige. she did just that, starting a slow grind against her sheets.Β
that got paige to falter, phone dropping a few inches down as she caught sight of azziβs bare skin and curves. azzi blinked slowly at her, watching her resolve melt a little.Β
βyou good, baby?β paige asked, voice low and slightly scratchy. azzi tried not to smirk. score.Β
she βabsentmindedlyβ crossed a hand over her body to her shoulder, idly tracing her fingertips along her skin.Β
βiβm good,β she murmured with a slow smile, nails scraping their way across her collarbone. god, it felt fucking good. any sort of intimate touch, even her own, paired with her gentle grinding had her breathing growing deeper.Β
paigeβs eyes locked onto the motion, pupils dragging along with azziβs fingernails left, right, left right. azzi saw her jaw clench for a millisecond; then, suddenly her phone screen went half dark and she jerked her head back down, tapping it to make sure it stayed on and bringing it back up to her face.Β
god damn it.Β
βpaige,β she called out, and paigeβs eyes snapped back up to her, once again flitting down to her chest before settling on her face.Β
βyes, baby?β paige asked, voice tight and slightly strained.Β
azzi swallowed. βi was just thinking about how we used to cuddle after practice.β
βyeah?β
azzi nodded. βi miss you holding me.β
it was a step.Β
βi miss holding you,β paige bit her lip. go time. azzi moved the camera slightly to the side, angled so that paige could see the length of her body. in her barely-there cotton shorts and old tank top, she knew that paige would be looking at nothing but her ass.Β
βdamn,β paige muttered under her breath, shifting forward slightly. her eyes darkened the barest amount, drinking in the curve of azziβs waist. azziβs heart rate sped up.
azzi didnβt let her have it for long, though, rolling again onto her back. now, paige had an excellent view directly down her shirt.Β
paigeβs breath hitched. βaz,β she said quietly, her voice small, βyouβre killing me.β
a thrill shot through azziβs chest. βkilling you?β she murmured, βwell, i wouldnβt want to do that.βΒ
she looked up at the camera, the angle slightly awkward, but she caught sight of herself in the corner of her screen and mentally applauded. she looked good. she let her tongue slip from her mouth, wetting her lips, as she kept eye contact with her girlfriend.Β
paige lookedβ jesus. the strands of hair falling out from her bun curled around her face deliciously, her large hands now resting in her lap, phone long forgotten. azziβs gaze traced the veins from her wrist to her fingers, letting her eyes flutter shut as she imagined the feel of them inside of her, on her, rubbing her clit.Β
there was a silence between them for a few seconds, thick with tension, before paige opened her mouth.Β
βyou look really good,β she blurted out.Β
how kind of her to notice, azzi thought. it wasnβt like sheβd been showing herself off to the camera for the last ten minutes or anything.Β
she laughed lightly, like she hadnβt been expecting to hear it, and casually let her fingers start trailing lines up and down her stomach. she knew her girlfriend, knew that paige loved to touch her the exact same way.Β
βoh?β she smiled, innocent. she let her voice drop into a purr. βand what are you going to do about it?β
paige inhaled deeply, and warmth flooded dizzyingly to azziβs cheeks.Β
she trailed her fingers up, across her chest, running over her nipples. her head tipped backwards slightly with pleasure, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.Β
βwhat do you want?β paige rasped.Β
azzi exhaled. βwant you,β she breathed, letting her palm cup her chest and squeeze.Β
βyou sure?β paige asked carefully.
βyeah,β azzi nodded. paige smiled at her, fond. then she let her demeanor shift, harden.Β
βdo you?β paige drawled. βyou seem to be doing a pretty good job by yourself already.β
god, the change was hot. azzi felt something in her brain melt away, relaxing into it. paigeβs confident voice was like liquid pleasure, streaming right to azziβs clit and making her twitch. she was so turned on it was painful, body screaming at her to touch, to get relief.Β
βtell me,β she choked out, βtell me how.βΒ
βyeah?β paige confirmed, βwant me to tell you how to touch yourself?β
jesus. her saying it outright had a pulse seizing azziβs core, thighs tensing and stretching down. she nodded, feeling the words absent from her tongue.Β
βof course,β paige muttered, βcanβt get off without me, can you, pretty girl? needed me to make you feel good?β
azzi nearly whined at that, hand still kneading at her chest. she nodded again, hips rocking down slightly into the mattress as her thighs spread apart in anticipation.Β
βshorts off,β paige told her, suddenly. azzi scrambled to pull the fabric off of her skin, leaving her in her now soaked boxers.Β
βboxers off.β
fuck. she wasnβt playing around. azzi swallowed thickly, doing as she was told. she was left in her thin tank, nipples still straining against the fabric, and her wet cunt was exposed to the cold air of the room. she shivered, biting at her lip.Β
βreally good, baby,β paige said softly, soothingly.Β
azzi trembled with anticipation, waiting to be given the go ahead to touch herself. she could already feel the wetness on her inner thighs, and she imagined paige licking it off and tonguing up her heat.Β
βjust keep touching your chest for me,β paige murmured, βkeep feeling good.β
azzi exhaled impatiently, tortured to no end. she was already feeling good, but she could be feeling so much better if she could touch her fucking clit. she couldnβt disobey her girlfriend, though, so she resigned herself to kneading her chest a little harder, trying to give herself as much stimulation as she could.Β
βwant you to tug on your nipples, baby,β paigeβs voice cut through her ministrations. βpinch them a little, feel how sensitive they get, pull them out until it hurts a little.β
oh, fuck, oh, fuck. azziβs fingers quickly sought out her nipples through her tank top, finding purchase and following paigeβs orders. her back arched up off the bed, keening into the touch. the added bit of pain made her head dizzy.Β
she rolled them between her fingers, sighing deeply.Β
βjesus,β paige breathed, and azzi did whimper at that.Β
βfeels good,β she whispered.
βyeah?β
βyeah,β she confirmed with another nod, going back to kneading her chest.
βthatβs good, baby,β paige murmured, βi want you to feel so good for me.β
azzi hummed, a thought flashing wildly through her mind. she knew she shouldnβt say it, but her inhibitions were loweredβ βi could feel better.β
βoh?β paige laughed. shit. azzi wasnβt expecting that, teeth digging into her bottom lip, and humiliation flashed through her.
βwhat, you think you could do it better? you think you can fuck yourself better than i can?β
βno,β azzi pleaded automatically, shaking her head. βi canβt.β
βno, no,β paige said, amused, βdo go on. iβd love to watch you try.β
βcanβt,β azzi muttered, shame coursing through her. the way paige was talking to her was so fucking hot.Β
βyou canβt?β paige confirmed.
azzi shook her head again.
βthen shut the fuck up and do what i tell you.β
azzi gasped, head surging and hips canting up from the words alone. she nodded eagerly, obediently, keeping her fingers on her nipples like paige had told her to.Β
βyou want more, then, pretty girl?β
βmmhm.β
βi know you do,β paige said, matter-of-fact, βbet youβre already making a mess of those sheets.β
god. she was right, of course. azzi nodded.Β
βtell me.β
βiβm making a mess of my sheets,β azzi echoed, clenching her thighs together to try to relieve the ache. the slickness of her core lubricated the area, filthy and wet.Β
βof course you are,β paige shrugged. βyou want it so fucking badly.β
βi want it so fucking badly,β azzi repeated again.Β
βwhat do you want, pretty?β
the pet name spun azziβs head in circles. βto touch.β
βto touch yourself,β paige corrected, βyou want to touch yourself while i watch you, and you want me to tell you what to do. you want me to look at you as you make yourself feel good, as you come apart for me.β
azzi whined, hips bucking up again at the dirty words. it was humiliating, embarrassingly so, being so vulnerable and hearing the filthy statements slip from paigeβs lips. and it was sexy.Β
βsay it.β
βi want to touch myself,β azzi pleaded, clit pulsing.Β
βask me for it.β
βplease, i want to touch myself.β
βbetter.β
βplease, paige, can i touch myself? i want it so badly."
βbeg.β
βoh fuck,β azzi moaned, something inside of her her snapping, βplease, please, please, let me touch myself. please, i want to fuck myself so badly, i want to be good for you, i want you to tell me what to do, please.β
βfucking do it, then,β paige ordered, almost annoyed. azziβs hand shot to her entrance, her fingers immediately covered in slick, and she moaned wantonly. she pressed a finger to her clit, wasting no time starting to circle it and press down.
βfuck,β she gasped, eyes rolling back in her head. finally being able to touch felt euphoric, and she practically swooned.Β
βthatβs it,β paige muttered appreciatively, βso good for me.β
the praise had azzi pressing a little harder, working herself a little faster. the knowledge that paige was watching her, watching her wrist disappear into herself, watching the look on her face and the rise and fall of her chestβ fuck.Β
βhow does that feel, pretty?β
azzi nodded. βreally fucking good,β she said breathlessly.Β
βperfect,β paige purred. βhow fast do you think you can get yourself to the edge for me?β
azzi choked. she thought about it for a millisecond, thought of how badly she needed it, how good the pressure felt, how exposed she was and how hot it was.Β
βvery,β she answered honestly.Β Β
paige laughed at her again, and she keened. ββcourse you can. fucking slut.β
azzi let out a strangled moan, touching herself even faster. pleasure shot through her body in a heavy pulse.Β
βyou wanna get there for me? want to make yourself feel so fucking good?β
azzi was certainly not going to complain. βyeah,β she breathed, voice high pitched.Β
βgo on, then.β
azzi slowed down for a moment, gathering more wetness on her fingers and adjusting her angle. she gave herself a slow circle to accommodate, and when that felt good she sped up fast.Β
βharder.β
she choked, pressing down more, clit so fucking sensitive from weeks of unuse. she found a delicious rhythm, working herself and mindlessly chasing her pleasure.Β
βgood girl,β paige praised, βlook at you.β
the fucking words were so good, and azzi felt her face heating up as the deep well of pleasure swelled within her. her fingers started to feel better, and better, and before she knew it she was riding the edge.Β
βiβm close,β she choked out, warmth flooding her body.Β
paige let her continue for a little bit, watching in silence. then, suddenlyβ βstop. hands off.β
azzi ripped her hands away from herself like they werenβt her own, whimpering at the loss of contact. she felt the residual buzz in her system, clit still pulsing and wetness dripping down onto the sheets. why, she wanted to ask, i was almost there. but that would be questioning paige, so she kept her mouth shut.Β
βtouch again.β
she inhaled sharply, moving her hand back to her heat.Β
βstop,β paige ordered before she had the chance to make contact. she exhaled, strangled. βwhat do you say?β
βcan i please touch myself?β azzi echoed her words from earlier.Β
βno. try again.β
βjust please?β
βno. iβm letting you touch yourself. what do you say?β
βthank you,β azzi breathed, and paige nodded.Β
βgood, baby. now touch.β
βthank you,β azzi repeated, and began to circle her clit again. fuck. she was so turned on that it took her no time at all to get back to the edge, moans spilling from her lips.Β
her cries began to get louder, eyes squeezing shut, and she desperately maintained her rhythm.Β
βstop.β
with a shuddering gasp, she stilled her movements. βthank you.β
βtouch.β
βthank you,β she keened, speeding back up.Β
βstop.β
azzi whined, feeling tears start to prick at the corners of her eyes. she wanted it so fucking badly that it was overwhelming her, chest heaving at the sensitive touch. βthank you,β she gasped obediently, against her will, βplease, can i have more?β
paige hummed in acknowledgement. βyou want more, pretty girl?β
βyes, i want more. i want more,β azzi said stupidly, nodding.Β
βwant me inside of you?β
βyes, fuck, yes, please,β azzi begged, her entrance clenching in anticipation. βneed your fingers, need your strap, please.β
βmmm,β paige hummed, βyou sound so fucking good, begging me like this. asking me so nicely.β
βiβm good,β azzi repeated, βiβm so good for you.β
βyou are,β paige agreed, βi think you deserve it.β
azzi exhaled in relief, heart speeding up.Β
βdo you think you deserve it?β paige pushed, and azzi wanted to scream.Β
βonly if you think i do.β
βyou do,β paige shrugged. βokay, baby. want you to put a finger in for me.β
there was no resistance. azziβs middle finger sank right into herself, wet and hot and deep.Β
she inhaled sharply. βthank you.β
βthatβs it,β paige muttered encouragingly. βyou can move.β
βhow?β
βwork yourself up, pretty. just make it feel good.β
didnβt have to tell azzi twice. she fucked her finger inside, up to the knuckle. she was so turned on that she could barely feel it inside of her, and she pressed it in faster, deeper. the squelching sounds of it echoed through the room, and she heard paigeβs breath catch in her throat.Β
βfuck, baby,β the blonde woman groaned, βlook so fucking good. taking it so well for me.β
azzi nodded her head mindlessly. βthank you.β
βdo you think you can take another?β
βyeah,β azzi breathed.Β
βgo ahead, baby,β paige said, a tinge softer.Β
βthank you,β azzi whispered, prodding at her entrance with a second finger. she slipped it in, this one stretching her out more, and she groaned. she sank it down to the knuckle as well, then froze. βcan i go?β
βyes, pretty.β
βthank you,β azzi sighed, working the two fingers in and out.Β
βhow does that feel? okay?βΒ
βreally good.β
βso perfect for me,β paige murmured, βtaking my fingers nice and deep. feeling so good for me. look at you.β
azzi inhaled, building a rhythm. her fingers reached a little deeper, fucked in a little harder. again, the sounds filled the room, absolutely filthy. the pleasure overtook her as she again thought about paige watching her, telling her exactly how to get off. paige could do anything she fucking wanted to azzi, and azzi would love it.Β
βcβmon,β paige whispered, encouraging. βcurl βem for me.β
azzi crooked her fingers and gasped. βoh, fuck,β she moaned.Β
βyeah?β
βyeah, yeah, right there,β azzi gasped, hitting the spot repeatedly.Β
βlittle faster for me.β
βfuck, paige, oh, please, it feels so fucking good,β azzi babbled, relentlessly driving into herself.Β
βyeah? you love fucking yourself for me? love how my fingers make you feel?β paige praised.Β
βoh, god,β azzi gasped. a deep pressure built up inside her, scalding hot and all-consuming. her wrist began to ache with the motion, hips canting up to chase the pleasure. βiβm gonnaββ
βyou want to?β
βso bad.β
βfree hand on your throat,β paige ordered. the command hit azzi like a ton of bricks, and her hand shot to her neck. βchoke yourself.β
she squeezed, and her mouth fell open in ecstasy. she was the picture of submission, orgasm swelling within her fast and sharp like a balloon ready to burst. βplease, iβm gonnaββ
βfucking cum for me baby, cum all over your fucking fingers and make a fucking mess for me.β
azzi moaned loudly, palm slapping against her clit, and the pressure in her released in one big gush as she squirted all over the bedsheets.Β
βfuck,β she cried out, thighs trembling as she rocked herself through it. paige continued to whisper sweet nothings to her, riding out the aftershocks as she finally relaxed.Β
when it was over, she withdrew her fingers and lay boneless on the bed, eyes closed.Β
βfeel better?β her girlfriend laughed, stupidly light and adorable.Β
azzi hummed again.Β
βwas everything okay?β
βmhm.β
βget some water, mami,β paige reminded her, and azzi sighed. now paige was talkative. she felt around on her nightstand for her half-full bottle, taking a sip of it.Β
they fell into a relaxed silence for a minute, azzi breathing deeply and coming down. βiβll come see you soon, baby,β paige promised, βand we can cuddle after sex and itβll be awesome.β
βokay,β azzi said, still feeling a little floaty.Β
βand i can bring the strap, and we can rewatch the hunger games afterwards.β
βokay.β
βand then iβll clean you up nice and good, and you can take a nap on me like you like to do, and iβll play with your hair and scratch your back how you like it too.β
azzi flushed. βokay.β
paige blew her a kiss through the receiver. βi love you.β
βlove you,β azzi smiled, and the sentiment resounded in her chest. she felt so nice, relaxed and tired, and she curled up into a ball on her side. nap now. exhausted.Β
βiβll see you soon,β paige whispered, taking the hint.Β
βsee you soon,β azzi mumbled, drifting off to rest.Β
Paige hadnβt meant to fall in love with her brotherβs wife. It happened quietly, in looks that lingered too long and moments that felt too easy, until ignoring it became impossible. She didnβt just fall for Azzi, either. She fell for the warmth of her life, for the kids who reached for her without hesitation, for the soft, domestic chaos that made her feel like she belonged. And the most complicated part was that she loved him, too. He was her brother. He trusted her, welcomed her into their home, and never once questioned how much of her heart was already there.
paige's voice is taut through the phone. she's dipped into her patience reserves, and even that is running low, azzi can tell.
"uh, there's nothing across the street. it's just a fence."
"i don't fucking know, azzi, i'm here. i see your location and it's literally right next to me."
azzi takes a breath. it does nothing to ease the tightness in her chest. "i don't know, maybe you're on an upper level or something?"
paige is silent for a moment. azzi braces herself. "there's an upper level?" paige snaps. then she sighs, and azzi can practically see her running her hand over her face. "well can you come upstairs, then?? it took me twenty minutes to move half a mile, azzi, it's easier if you just come to me."
"okay, okay," azzi mutters, dragging her oversized suitcase back into the airport. it takes her almost ten minutes to even find an escalator that goes up, and her arm is fucking tired from lugging her bag around for almost thirty minutes now. it's twice as hard trying to keep paige on the phone at the same time. she considers more than once just hanging up on her girlfriend, but she's scared of making paige's mood even worse.
finally, she makes it upstairs and outside. paige's car is waiting for her only twenty feet away, and in the driver's seat is paige herself.
"i see you," azzi says into her phone.
paige looks up through her windshield and doesn't even smile, just opens the car door, climbs out, and walks to the back to open the trunk for azzi.
azzi hangs up the call and slips her phone in her pocket, heart twisting in her chest as she pulls her bag around paige's car.
paige takes the bag from her wordlessly, hefting it up and into the back before shutting the trunk more aggressively than she needs to. azzi stands a few feet back, waiting awkwardly.
paige turns to her, then, and azzi recognizes the unhappy lines on her face. she still reaches an arm out and around azzi, greeting her with a quick, "hi, babe," before pulling back and walking back around to the driver's seat.
azzi takes her place in the passenger seat and doesn't say anything as paige shifts the car into drive.
"how was your flight?" paige asks, looking in her blind spot as she starts pulling off of the curb.
"it was fine," azzi says. "there was a baby that wouldn't stop crying the whole time, but i had my headphones."
"that's good," paige says. but she's not really paying attention. azzi can tell.
they slowly make their way out of the airport and on to the highway, paige locked in on driving and azzi zoning out. if she weren't so irritated herself, paige would notice the way azzi's knees are leaning toward her door. but she doesn't.
or if she does, she doesn't say anything about it.
"za and maddy are coming over for dinner," paige says, slipping them into the carpool lane with ease.
"i remember," azzi says.
paige scoffs and glances at her. "what's that supposed to mean?"
azzi frowns. even when sheβs doing everything in her power not to annoy paige, paige finds a way to make herself annoyed. impatience seeps into azziβs voice as she says, βit means that i remember. you told me last week. i remembered."
azzi watches paige roll her eyes, and indignation swells in her throat. "yeah but you have that tone."
azzi shakes her head incredulously, brows pulled together. "what tone?" she snaps. "i remembered, and i told you i remembered. that's all that happened."
"you're mad," paige concludes.
"i'm notβ" azzi snaps her mouth shut. "okay now i'm mad, but only because you said that."
paige laughs humorlessly. "yeah, it's my fault," she mutters. "because i wanted to remind you."
azzi's jaw drops. "are you kidding me?"
paige throws her right hand in the air, shrugging as if she can't comprehend what's bothering azzi. "i don't know what's happening right now!" she yells.
azzi shuts in on herself, crossing her arms and turning fully away from her girlfriend. "fine. whatever."
"yeah," paige scoffs. "whatever."
azzi rolls her eyes.
the rest of the drive goes by in silence.
when they get to paige's apartment, azzi rolls her suitcase into paige's bedroom and lays it out in an empty corner. it's there, kneeling before her rolled-up clothes, half of them paige's anyway, that she remembers they haven't seen each other in months. paige had a countdown to today in her calendar. theyβd ended their calls for the past three weeks by saying, βi canβt wait to see you.β
azzi closes her eyes and takes a breath. two. when she feels the tightness in her shoulders melt the slightest bit, she walks out to the kitchen. paige is there, leaning against the counter and typing on her phone.
"'m just gonna order something; i don't think they expect me to cook," paige says without looking up.
"okay," azzi says softly.
she walks up beside paige, letting their arms press together as she looks over paige's shoulder to see her phone screen.
"don't choose anything too unhealthy," azzi requests.
paige makes a quiet scoff, but she doesn't say anything before clicking the "healthy" food category on doordash.
they choose what to order together, and azzi lets herself relax into the feeling of being together again. existing in paige's space. breathing the same air.
once the order's been sent off, paige straightens up off the counter. "'m kind of tired," she announces. "might take a nap before they get here."
azzi feels the sinking in her chest she knows as disappointment. "oh," she says. "okay."
paige turns to look at her for the first time since azzi came into the kitchen. "you gonna come?" she asks.
azzi purses her lips. "i'm not tired."
paige just nods, looking away. "'kay." she turns and walks into the bedroom, calling out behind her, "food'll be here at 6. wake me up if i'm not out by 5:50."
azzi only realizes how furrowed her brows are when she relaxes them, a minute and a half after watching paige disappear into her bedroom. okay. fine. azzi came out to spend time with her, and paige immediately went to take a nap. they only have three days together before azzi has to leave again, but whatever. whatever.
azzi blows out a breath of frustration and walks over to her backpack, which she left by the front door, taking out the book she'd started on the flight over. she'll just read until paige is awake, then.
whatever.
the hours pass quickly when azzi's escaped into a fictional world, and soon enough, the door to paige's bedroom is opening again.
at the sight of her girlfriend, a reminder of who she couldβve been spending time with instead of a list of fictional characters, a lump of annoyance wells up in azzi's throat again. "good morning, sleeping beauty," she calls from the couch.
paige ignores her, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. she looks adorably rumpled, hair mussed and delicate lips stretching out in a yawn. when she reaches her arms out in a stretch, her shirt raises to reveal a thin line of skin.
azzi feels herself softening again. damn her stupid, fickle heart.
"i have to go down to grab the food," paige says, blinking slowly as her brain comes back online. "you'll be okay up here?"
i was okay while you slept the afternoon away, azzi thinks.
"yeah, i'll be fine," she says instead.
"'kay." paige turns to slip on a pair of shoes and go downstairs.
paige gets the food, and then zaza and maddy are arriving. dinner is a boisterous affair with the combination of them.
azzi knows zaza and maddy, has met them on her past few visits to paige, but they're still paige's friends. she feels herself sliding back into herself, becoming the person she is when she's around people she doesn't know that well. and she hates it. hates that she and paige only have a couple days and they haven't spent any of that time so far just being together. all azzi craves is to be together with paige.
"hey, how was your flight?" maddy asks, drawing azzi out of her thoughts.
azzi panicks briefly, wondering if maddy could tell she was zoning out. "it was fine," azzi says with a smile. "there was a crying baby, though."
maddy frowns. "i hate when that happens."
"really?" paige says. "that sucks."
azzi's face falls into one of flat annoyance. she turns to glare at paige, and paige frowns defensively.
"yes," azzi says sharply. "i told you in the car."
paige's shoulders stiffen, and azzi practically sees her putting up her walls between them. "okay, sorry. i didn't catch that."
azzi huffs and turns away from her. she doesn't know why it bothers her so much when she'd already known paige hadn't been paying attention.
"so..." zaza says gently. "what else do you guys have planned for the weekend?"
azzi looks to paige.
paige shrugs without looking back at azzi. "don't know yet. i haven't planned anything."
azzi feels it like a bristle down her throat. our time together isn't precious to me, she hears paige saying.
azzi fully shuts in on herself, then, crossing her legs so she's leaning away from paige and tapping completely out of the conversation.
as the dinner goes on, it becomes more and more obvious that paige isn't even trying to include her. she and za make jokes, buckling over in laughter as maddy chides them for being immature and azzi sits silently on an island halfway across the world.
then they start referencing stories that azzi doesn't even know about, and azzi feels her blood begin to boil.
"wait, does azzi even know about the gluten free donuts?" maddy asks as zaza slaps paige's thigh, both of them breathless from laughing.
"no," azzi admits, and her voice is strained from how tight her throat is.
"well basically," maddy starts, but then paige is leaning over to fork a bite off of azzi's plate, and azzi sees red.
she swats paige's arm away hard enough for it to make a noise and stands abruptly, the chair squeaking behind her. maddy falls silent, and za's face falls. azzi's heart sinks as she realizes she's well and truly ruined the vibe of the evening with her unhappiness. but part of her feels it as a burning satisfaction. at least paige isn't having a fucking ball with her friends right in front of azzi anymore.
"i'm going to the bathroom," azzi announces.
"okay," za replies. "are you okay?"
azzi gives her a forced smile. "yeah, sorry, continue without me," she says. then she looks over to paige, and paige is already tucking back into her own food. the only one not looking at azzi making a scene when azzi is making a scene because she wants her attention. of course. of fucking course.
azzi's fake smile is long gone as she stares resentfully at paige shoving bites of food into her mouth. then azzi huffs and storms off into the bathroom. she can hear the conversation start reluctantly up again behind her. she wonders if paige is apologizing for how difficult azzi is being.
it takes some restraint for azzi not to slam the bathroom door shut, and her knuckles are white with it as she turns the doorknob degree by degree. even the way she's gentle with the door is drenched in anger.
she splashes her face with water and uses paige's towel to dry it because paige hasn't put out a towel for azzi yet.
then her phone dings with a notification.
paige: u want them to leave?
azzi wants to scream. the absolute last thing she wants is to be deemed such a mood killer that the night has to end.
azzi: no.
azzi: i want it to feel like i'm hanging out with you guys and not just watching you guys hang out
the next text paige sends makes azzi seriously consider ripping the doors of her bathroom cabinets off their hinges.
paige: well ur not exactly being pleasant to be around rn
azzi's furious that paige said it, and she's even more furious that it's true. fucking sue azzi for not being able to compartmentalize as well as her girlfriend. for not being able to shelve the fact that they'd been simmering in irritation and short tempers all day to suddenly become the life of the party as soon as a third and fourth party are introduced.
i hate you, azzi wants to text back. i hate that you can't see i'm being like this because i care about you so much.
instead, she looks at the time and realizes she's been in the bathroom for almost ten minutes. she grits her teeth and tenses her arms, shaking them out to try and expel some of the outrage clogging her bloodstream. then azzi closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and returns to dinner.
zaza and maddy and cleaning up the table, and paige is doing dishes.
"oh, hey, azzi," zaza says as azzi approaches. "you okay?"
azzi nods. "all done?"
maddy walks by, carrying a takeout container to paige's fridge. "za and i gotta head out. but we covered your plate to keep your food warm!"
azzi hopes with all her soul that they aren't leaving because of her, but she can't help the wash of relief that comes with the news.
"thanks, guys," azzi says.
they don't leave anything for her to clean up other than the remaining four bites on her plate that she finishes with ease. paige lets azzi walk them out the door, shouting a "see you guys!" from the kitchen sink.
after exchanging a plethora of pleasantries, azzi shuts the door behind maddy and za. she takes a deep breath before walking back into the kitchen.
paige is done doing dishes, drying her hands on the kitchen towel and looking up as azzi walks in.
paige has that look on her face, every muscle relaxed like she's decided she doesn't have any emotions. azzi knows as soon as she sees it that they're not going to talk.
paige walks past azzi to get out of the kitchen. she can pretend she doesn't hold grudges all she wants, but azzi knows by the way that paige doesn't make contact with herβbrushing their arms against each other or reaching out a hand to touch azzi's waistβthat paige is still upset, too.
fine. if paige wants a cold war, azzi will follow her into it.
they get ready for bed mostly in silence, just little comments here and there.
you changed your toothpaste.
mhm.
can you put this over there?
close the door.
azzi feels floaty by the time they're climbing into bed, drained of the energy it takes to feel angry. she's something else now, something that feels less like heat and more like an echo.
paige flicks off the light and climbs into bed beside her. "goodnight," she says, and then she burrows herself into her pillow, facing away from azzi.
azzi presses her fingertips into her lips. this is her first night in dallas, and paige's arms aren't around her. she remembers last night and the night before, the aching longing in her heart to be lying next to paige. the way the only thing that could get her to sleep was the thought of how soon it would be that paige would be next to her. the heat of her back under her shirt. the sprawl of her hair on the pillow. the press of her mouth as she kissed azzi goodnight. azzi had turned herself inside out wanting it.
she's getting this instead.
she doesn't mean to cry, but the tears spring forth with little warning, and then she's sniffling because they fill her nose too. paige moves, the sheets rustling around her.
"what," she asks flatly.
azzi's chest cracks open, cold air rushing in. she screws up her face and turns away from paige, tears slipping down her nose and dripping on to the pillow. "nothing," she says.
paige sighs. "i'm sorry for saying it like that," she says gently. azzi feels her scoot a little closer, but they're still not touching anywhere. "what's wrong, baby?"
it's the first time paige has called her that all day, and azzi's heart melts at the sound of it. me, it's telling azzi. that's me.
she doesn't plan to say it. the words flow through her like her tears. "i miss you," azzi says.
the present tense sits heavy in the air for them both. paige is quiet for a long time.
azzi's heart squeezes in her chest at the admission, tears spilling forth like from a spring, and she remembers that paige is her favorite person to be around. that she loves her so much it makes her sick to think about. nothing they've fought about feels like it matters anymore, only the fact that it brought them here, where the bed is cold and there's space between them.
then paige is moving again, and azzi feels the press of her lips against her shoulder. her hand on azzi's arm, tugging at her lightly. "can you turn around please?"
azzi obliges, a shuddering breath sipping air into her lungs, and then she's on her back like paige wants her.
"i'm sorry today was a hard day for us," paige says softly.
azzi's face crumples. "i'm sorry i was being hard to be around," she chokes out. embarrassment heats her face, and more tears slip down her face.
paige's face falls, guilt and sadness clear across it. she swipes her thumb against azzi's face. "no, baby, you weren't. i shouldn't have said that," she says. then paige scoots closer, holding one side of azzi's face and pressing her nose into the other. "but i'd choose a million hard days with you over a single day with anyone else."
azzi lets out a watery laugh. "you're lame," she says. "and gay."
paige huffs against her face.
azzi reaches out her arms, and paige shuffles to slot herself between them, lying her head on azzi's chest and putting her legs over azzi's. azzi brushes paige's hair back from her forehead to press kiss after kiss into the skin there, her sniffles slowing down as the minutes pass.
paige's hand is on azzi's waist, her thumb running back and forth over the skin there, and azzi is happy. this is what she wanted. it's what she wanted all day.
paige makes a little humming noise. "i'd fuck you, but i'm kinda too tired," she says, and azzi laughs again. "tomorrow, though," paige adds. "makeup sex at 10 am. get ready."
azzi scoops paige's head up in her arms and presses a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her lips. her lips again. paige's fingers curl into the skin of azzi's waist.
Im here again. I think its bcuz the scene was really familiar then i remembered i was crying in the bed, just like Azzi. The difference is β¦Paige gives a fuck while my ex doesnβt. It was my hell. π€‘
paige's voice is taut through the phone. she's dipped into her patience reserves, and even that is running low, azzi can tell.
"uh, there's nothing across the street. it's just a fence."
"i don't fucking know, azzi, i'm here. i see your location and it's literally right next to me."
azzi takes a breath. it does nothing to ease the tightness in her chest. "i don't know, maybe you're on an upper level or something?"
paige is silent for a moment. azzi braces herself. "there's an upper level?" paige snaps. then she sighs, and azzi can practically see her running her hand over her face. "well can you come upstairs, then?? it took me twenty minutes to move half a mile, azzi, it's easier if you just come to me."
"okay, okay," azzi mutters, dragging her oversized suitcase back into the airport. it takes her almost ten minutes to even find an escalator that goes up, and her arm is fucking tired from lugging her bag around for almost thirty minutes now. it's twice as hard trying to keep paige on the phone at the same time. she considers more than once just hanging up on her girlfriend, but she's scared of making paige's mood even worse.
finally, she makes it upstairs and outside. paige's car is waiting for her only twenty feet away, and in the driver's seat is paige herself.
"i see you," azzi says into her phone.
paige looks up through her windshield and doesn't even smile, just opens the car door, climbs out, and walks to the back to open the trunk for azzi.
azzi hangs up the call and slips her phone in her pocket, heart twisting in her chest as she pulls her bag around paige's car.
paige takes the bag from her wordlessly, hefting it up and into the back before shutting the trunk more aggressively than she needs to. azzi stands a few feet back, waiting awkwardly.
paige turns to her, then, and azzi recognizes the unhappy lines on her face. she still reaches an arm out and around azzi, greeting her with a quick, "hi, babe," before pulling back and walking back around to the driver's seat.
azzi takes her place in the passenger seat and doesn't say anything as paige shifts the car into drive.
"how was your flight?" paige asks, looking in her blind spot as she starts pulling off of the curb.
"it was fine," azzi says. "there was a baby that wouldn't stop crying the whole time, but i had my headphones."
"that's good," paige says. but she's not really paying attention. azzi can tell.
they slowly make their way out of the airport and on to the highway, paige locked in on driving and azzi zoning out. if she weren't so irritated herself, paige would notice the way azzi's knees are leaning toward her door. but she doesn't.
or if she does, she doesn't say anything about it.
"za and maddy are coming over for dinner," paige says, slipping them into the carpool lane with ease.
"i remember," azzi says.
paige scoffs and glances at her. "what's that supposed to mean?"
azzi frowns. even when sheβs doing everything in her power not to annoy paige, paige finds a way to make herself annoyed. impatience seeps into azziβs voice as she says, βit means that i remember. you told me last week. i remembered."
azzi watches paige roll her eyes, and indignation swells in her throat. "yeah but you have that tone."
azzi shakes her head incredulously, brows pulled together. "what tone?" she snaps. "i remembered, and i told you i remembered. that's all that happened."
"you're mad," paige concludes.
"i'm notβ" azzi snaps her mouth shut. "okay now i'm mad, but only because you said that."
paige laughs humorlessly. "yeah, it's my fault," she mutters. "because i wanted to remind you."
azzi's jaw drops. "are you kidding me?"
paige throws her right hand in the air, shrugging as if she can't comprehend what's bothering azzi. "i don't know what's happening right now!" she yells.
azzi shuts in on herself, crossing her arms and turning fully away from her girlfriend. "fine. whatever."
"yeah," paige scoffs. "whatever."
azzi rolls her eyes.
the rest of the drive goes by in silence.
when they get to paige's apartment, azzi rolls her suitcase into paige's bedroom and lays it out in an empty corner. it's there, kneeling before her rolled-up clothes, half of them paige's anyway, that she remembers they haven't seen each other in months. paige had a countdown to today in her calendar. theyβd ended their calls for the past three weeks by saying, βi canβt wait to see you.β
azzi closes her eyes and takes a breath. two. when she feels the tightness in her shoulders melt the slightest bit, she walks out to the kitchen. paige is there, leaning against the counter and typing on her phone.
"'m just gonna order something; i don't think they expect me to cook," paige says without looking up.
"okay," azzi says softly.
she walks up beside paige, letting their arms press together as she looks over paige's shoulder to see her phone screen.
"don't choose anything too unhealthy," azzi requests.
paige makes a quiet scoff, but she doesn't say anything before clicking the "healthy" food category on doordash.
they choose what to order together, and azzi lets herself relax into the feeling of being together again. existing in paige's space. breathing the same air.
once the order's been sent off, paige straightens up off the counter. "'m kind of tired," she announces. "might take a nap before they get here."
azzi feels the sinking in her chest she knows as disappointment. "oh," she says. "okay."
paige turns to look at her for the first time since azzi came into the kitchen. "you gonna come?" she asks.
azzi purses her lips. "i'm not tired."
paige just nods, looking away. "'kay." she turns and walks into the bedroom, calling out behind her, "food'll be here at 6. wake me up if i'm not out by 5:50."
azzi only realizes how furrowed her brows are when she relaxes them, a minute and a half after watching paige disappear into her bedroom. okay. fine. azzi came out to spend time with her, and paige immediately went to take a nap. they only have three days together before azzi has to leave again, but whatever. whatever.
azzi blows out a breath of frustration and walks over to her backpack, which she left by the front door, taking out the book she'd started on the flight over. she'll just read until paige is awake, then.
whatever.
the hours pass quickly when azzi's escaped into a fictional world, and soon enough, the door to paige's bedroom is opening again.
at the sight of her girlfriend, a reminder of who she couldβve been spending time with instead of a list of fictional characters, a lump of annoyance wells up in azzi's throat again. "good morning, sleeping beauty," she calls from the couch.
paige ignores her, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. she looks adorably rumpled, hair mussed and delicate lips stretching out in a yawn. when she reaches her arms out in a stretch, her shirt raises to reveal a thin line of skin.
azzi feels herself softening again. damn her stupid, fickle heart.
"i have to go down to grab the food," paige says, blinking slowly as her brain comes back online. "you'll be okay up here?"
i was okay while you slept the afternoon away, azzi thinks.
"yeah, i'll be fine," she says instead.
"'kay." paige turns to slip on a pair of shoes and go downstairs.
paige gets the food, and then zaza and maddy are arriving. dinner is a boisterous affair with the combination of them.
azzi knows zaza and maddy, has met them on her past few visits to paige, but they're still paige's friends. she feels herself sliding back into herself, becoming the person she is when she's around people she doesn't know that well. and she hates it. hates that she and paige only have a couple days and they haven't spent any of that time so far just being together. all azzi craves is to be together with paige.
"hey, how was your flight?" maddy asks, drawing azzi out of her thoughts.
azzi panicks briefly, wondering if maddy could tell she was zoning out. "it was fine," azzi says with a smile. "there was a crying baby, though."
maddy frowns. "i hate when that happens."
"really?" paige says. "that sucks."
azzi's face falls into one of flat annoyance. she turns to glare at paige, and paige frowns defensively.
"yes," azzi says sharply. "i told you in the car."
paige's shoulders stiffen, and azzi practically sees her putting up her walls between them. "okay, sorry. i didn't catch that."
azzi huffs and turns away from her. she doesn't know why it bothers her so much when she'd already known paige hadn't been paying attention.
"so..." zaza says gently. "what else do you guys have planned for the weekend?"
azzi looks to paige.
paige shrugs without looking back at azzi. "don't know yet. i haven't planned anything."
azzi feels it like a bristle down her throat. our time together isn't precious to me, she hears paige saying.
azzi fully shuts in on herself, then, crossing her legs so she's leaning away from paige and tapping completely out of the conversation.
as the dinner goes on, it becomes more and more obvious that paige isn't even trying to include her. she and za make jokes, buckling over in laughter as maddy chides them for being immature and azzi sits silently on an island halfway across the world.
then they start referencing stories that azzi doesn't even know about, and azzi feels her blood begin to boil.
"wait, does azzi even know about the gluten free donuts?" maddy asks as zaza slaps paige's thigh, both of them breathless from laughing.
"no," azzi admits, and her voice is strained from how tight her throat is.
"well basically," maddy starts, but then paige is leaning over to fork a bite off of azzi's plate, and azzi sees red.
she swats paige's arm away hard enough for it to make a noise and stands abruptly, the chair squeaking behind her. maddy falls silent, and za's face falls. azzi's heart sinks as she realizes she's well and truly ruined the vibe of the evening with her unhappiness. but part of her feels it as a burning satisfaction. at least paige isn't having a fucking ball with her friends right in front of azzi anymore.
"i'm going to the bathroom," azzi announces.
"okay," za replies. "are you okay?"
azzi gives her a forced smile. "yeah, sorry, continue without me," she says. then she looks over to paige, and paige is already tucking back into her own food. the only one not looking at azzi making a scene when azzi is making a scene because she wants her attention. of course. of fucking course.
azzi's fake smile is long gone as she stares resentfully at paige shoving bites of food into her mouth. then azzi huffs and storms off into the bathroom. she can hear the conversation start reluctantly up again behind her. she wonders if paige is apologizing for how difficult azzi is being.
it takes some restraint for azzi not to slam the bathroom door shut, and her knuckles are white with it as she turns the doorknob degree by degree. even the way she's gentle with the door is drenched in anger.
she splashes her face with water and uses paige's towel to dry it because paige hasn't put out a towel for azzi yet.
then her phone dings with a notification.
paige: u want them to leave?
azzi wants to scream. the absolute last thing she wants is to be deemed such a mood killer that the night has to end.
azzi: no.
azzi: i want it to feel like i'm hanging out with you guys and not just watching you guys hang out
the next text paige sends makes azzi seriously consider ripping the doors of her bathroom cabinets off their hinges.
paige: well ur not exactly being pleasant to be around rn
azzi's furious that paige said it, and she's even more furious that it's true. fucking sue azzi for not being able to compartmentalize as well as her girlfriend. for not being able to shelve the fact that they'd been simmering in irritation and short tempers all day to suddenly become the life of the party as soon as a third and fourth party are introduced.
i hate you, azzi wants to text back. i hate that you can't see i'm being like this because i care about you so much.
instead, she looks at the time and realizes she's been in the bathroom for almost ten minutes. she grits her teeth and tenses her arms, shaking them out to try and expel some of the outrage clogging her bloodstream. then azzi closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and returns to dinner.
zaza and maddy and cleaning up the table, and paige is doing dishes.
"oh, hey, azzi," zaza says as azzi approaches. "you okay?"
azzi nods. "all done?"
maddy walks by, carrying a takeout container to paige's fridge. "za and i gotta head out. but we covered your plate to keep your food warm!"
azzi hopes with all her soul that they aren't leaving because of her, but she can't help the wash of relief that comes with the news.
"thanks, guys," azzi says.
they don't leave anything for her to clean up other than the remaining four bites on her plate that she finishes with ease. paige lets azzi walk them out the door, shouting a "see you guys!" from the kitchen sink.
after exchanging a plethora of pleasantries, azzi shuts the door behind maddy and za. she takes a deep breath before walking back into the kitchen.
paige is done doing dishes, drying her hands on the kitchen towel and looking up as azzi walks in.
paige has that look on her face, every muscle relaxed like she's decided she doesn't have any emotions. azzi knows as soon as she sees it that they're not going to talk.
paige walks past azzi to get out of the kitchen. she can pretend she doesn't hold grudges all she wants, but azzi knows by the way that paige doesn't make contact with herβbrushing their arms against each other or reaching out a hand to touch azzi's waistβthat paige is still upset, too.
fine. if paige wants a cold war, azzi will follow her into it.
they get ready for bed mostly in silence, just little comments here and there.
you changed your toothpaste.
mhm.
can you put this over there?
close the door.
azzi feels floaty by the time they're climbing into bed, drained of the energy it takes to feel angry. she's something else now, something that feels less like heat and more like an echo.
paige flicks off the light and climbs into bed beside her. "goodnight," she says, and then she burrows herself into her pillow, facing away from azzi.
azzi presses her fingertips into her lips. this is her first night in dallas, and paige's arms aren't around her. she remembers last night and the night before, the aching longing in her heart to be lying next to paige. the way the only thing that could get her to sleep was the thought of how soon it would be that paige would be next to her. the heat of her back under her shirt. the sprawl of her hair on the pillow. the press of her mouth as she kissed azzi goodnight. azzi had turned herself inside out wanting it.
she's getting this instead.
she doesn't mean to cry, but the tears spring forth with little warning, and then she's sniffling because they fill her nose too. paige moves, the sheets rustling around her.
"what," she asks flatly.
azzi's chest cracks open, cold air rushing in. she screws up her face and turns away from paige, tears slipping down her nose and dripping on to the pillow. "nothing," she says.
paige sighs. "i'm sorry for saying it like that," she says gently. azzi feels her scoot a little closer, but they're still not touching anywhere. "what's wrong, baby?"
it's the first time paige has called her that all day, and azzi's heart melts at the sound of it. me, it's telling azzi. that's me.
she doesn't plan to say it. the words flow through her like her tears. "i miss you," azzi says.
the present tense sits heavy in the air for them both. paige is quiet for a long time.
azzi's heart squeezes in her chest at the admission, tears spilling forth like from a spring, and she remembers that paige is her favorite person to be around. that she loves her so much it makes her sick to think about. nothing they've fought about feels like it matters anymore, only the fact that it brought them here, where the bed is cold and there's space between them.
then paige is moving again, and azzi feels the press of her lips against her shoulder. her hand on azzi's arm, tugging at her lightly. "can you turn around please?"
azzi obliges, a shuddering breath sipping air into her lungs, and then she's on her back like paige wants her.
"i'm sorry today was a hard day for us," paige says softly.
azzi's face crumples. "i'm sorry i was being hard to be around," she chokes out. embarrassment heats her face, and more tears slip down her face.
paige's face falls, guilt and sadness clear across it. she swipes her thumb against azzi's face. "no, baby, you weren't. i shouldn't have said that," she says. then paige scoots closer, holding one side of azzi's face and pressing her nose into the other. "but i'd choose a million hard days with you over a single day with anyone else."
azzi lets out a watery laugh. "you're lame," she says. "and gay."
paige huffs against her face.
azzi reaches out her arms, and paige shuffles to slot herself between them, lying her head on azzi's chest and putting her legs over azzi's. azzi brushes paige's hair back from her forehead to press kiss after kiss into the skin there, her sniffles slowing down as the minutes pass.
paige's hand is on azzi's waist, her thumb running back and forth over the skin there, and azzi is happy. this is what she wanted. it's what she wanted all day.
paige makes a little humming noise. "i'd fuck you, but i'm kinda too tired," she says, and azzi laughs again. "tomorrow, though," paige adds. "makeup sex at 10 am. get ready."
azzi scoops paige's head up in her arms and presses a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her lips. her lips again. paige's fingers curl into the skin of azzi's waist.
i know everyone wants more pazzi content, but the fact that they are ten times more mature than literal grown vets in the league, in my eyes, speaks volumes of their relationship.
compare them to all of these messy issues with grown women (mostly talking abt tash and izzy hereπ€£), and theyβre content doing the exact opposite is so telling of both of their characters.
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