New chapter is here. Warning: some elements are 18+. MDNI.
Golden Bridges, Bold Beginnings
Chapter 5
It was finally here. The start of the season.
Veronica was filled with anticipation. But she felt calm, assured, ready. Her nerves were nothing to do with the games. She believed in her teammates; believed in the gameplan. She was nervous because Emily was coming to town.
Things were awkward with them. Veronica knew that she was withdrawing from their relationship, and she could feel it from Emily’s side too. Emily had been upset that Veronica hadn’t answered her call, and she hadn’t responded to Veronica’s calls or messages the next day in return. Normally, Veronica would be upset when she did that but this time, she was just irritated. It was the last thing she needed when she was on the edge of something so new, so defining.
The Mystics came to town the day before the game but there would be little downtime for Emily and Veronica to spend together. They agreed that that evening Emily would sneak out of her hotel and come to Veronica’s apartment. It wasn’t really sneaking as such. Technically it was against the rules, but coaches always turned a blind eye when someone had a partner in town.
Veronica was surprised to find that she was so anxious. Something was gnawing at the pit of her stomach. But she told herself it was butterflies at seeing Emily again after so long. A bunch of the team were meeting at Julie’s for a game night. They’d invited Veronica and Emily, but nobody expected them to go- they should have their couple time- but they did keep Veronica updated with how badly Temi’s team was losing on the group chat. She was about to respond with something sassy when Emily messaged to say she was downstairs. Veronica put her phone down on the coffee table and ran down to let her in.
It was undeniably awkward. Almost like a first date. Like they were both trying to put on a face. Neither of them saying what they really wanted to say- both unsure how to move. But when Emily drew Veronica in for a hug she couldn’t help but let herself be pulled into it. And when Emily moved in to kiss her, Veronica let her, wanting to feel closeness again.
They hooked up out of habit- or maybe it was obligation. Veronica felt herself grasp a little too eagerly, kiss a little too hungrily, cling a little too desperately. Like she was trying to prove something. She wouldn’t admit that as she had been there, hovering on the edge, it was Kate’s face she’d pictured; Kate’s voice she’d imagined whispering in her ear saying the dirtiest things in the sweetest way. That it was only once she imagined Kate’s fingers tracing her hip and Kate’s hand on her neck that she was finally able to come, shattering with almost a sob. And when it ended, she felt the guilt descend. The twisting, brutal shame of the truth. Veronica pushed it down.
She pulled on a t-shirt and went over to the coffee table to pick up her phone. To her delight, the group chat was filled with hilarious photos of how the game night was going. At some point they had abandoned the actual board games and now there was a hot sauce eating competition between Kate and Janelle. Kate was winning.
‘What’s that?’ Emily asked, noticing the smile creeping over Veronica’s face.
‘Oh, Kate’s winning the hot sauce eating competition, despite Janelle insisting she’s not. But she obviously is. Janelle looks like she’s about to throw up. Of course she can’t beat Kate. Nobody can when it comes to hot sauce. She’s impervious to it, I swear. She eats it on everything. It’s crazy. Actually, it’s hard to beat her at most games. I think she’s the most competitive person I’ve met outside of my family. Which isn’t easy, but she manages it…’ She trailed off as she noticed Emily looking uncomfortable. ‘What?’ she asked.
Emily sighed and shook her head. ‘It’s just… you talk about her all the time.’
‘Who?’
‘Kate.’
That hit a nerve. Veronica opened her mouth to deny it, but the words wouldn’t form. She knew it was true. Kate was her favorite subject. She just didn’t realise other people had picked up on it and especially not Emily.
‘Is there something I need to know?’ Emily asked her, softly.
Veronica shook her head, trying to figure out what to say. She didn’t even know the answer to that herself. ‘With Kate?’ She finally replied. ‘No. Of course not. We’re just friends. She has a girlfriend.’
Emily’s lips were pulled together in a strained half smile. Like she didn’t believe Veronica but didn’t want to push back. ‘Ok. I love you, V’
Veronica gave her a small smile. ‘I love you too.’ She responded softly.
**
The game against the Mystics should have been more difficult for Veronica. She should have felt weird going against Emily. But she didn’t. All she could think about was winning, driving to the basket, hitting her shots, finding her teammates. The final minutes seemed to pass in slow motion as she battled, determined to dig as deep as she needed to pull out the win. It went down to the wire, but they won. As soon as the buzzer sounded, Veronica threw her hands up into the air and looked to her teammates on the bench. They were just as ecstatic as she was- their first franchise win. They rushed onto the court to celebrate with her, and Veronica found herself looking to Kate, who was screaming and grinning animatedly, rushing at Veronica with the rest of the team. Veronica wanted to leap at her, pull her in and hug her tight. But she didn’t. She stopped herself from moving but beamed at Kate, their eyes locking.
The team was abuzz as they headed back to the locker room, eager to celebrate. Veronica’s voice sailed loud above everyone, the players happy to have her assume a leadership role and willing to let her enjoy her moment. Once inside, they were dancing, laughing, spraying water over Coach Nakase and the other coaches. Afterwards, as everyone filed to the showers, Veronica hung back, trying to let the vibrations in her skin settle. She looked over to where Kate was sitting in her locker, unwrapping her ankle tape. They looked at each other, smiling knowingly, mouths turning up at the edges with recognition that this moment could only be shared with each other. They knew what it meant to each other.
Eventually, Kate stood, eyes still on Veronica. KT returning and whooping loudly as she cracked a towel broke the moment, and Kate used the break in the spell to move to the showers. Veronica’s laugh was deep and real. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this alive.
Emily.
Veronica abruptly recalled that the Mystics would be leaving quickly after the game. She thought about dashing out into the hall to try and catch her but decided against it. She told herself that if they hadn’t already left, they would be about to and that finding her would be a little too public. Veronica hated public displays of affection. They made her feel exposed and uncomfortable.
‘Ok, y’all! Get your clothes back on because we’re going out to celebrate!’ KT announced, as the locker room erupted into cheers.
**
Sorry I missed you before you left. Call you tomorrow.
Veronica hit send on the message to Emily.
‘Hey, V. Phone away! We’re celebrating!’ Julie quipped, passing her a shot. ‘Come on. You’re behind.’
‘Woah, woah. Take it easy on our girl ok.’ Kate added, laughing. ‘Her back hurts from carrying us that last quarter.’
Veronica rolled her eyes and gave Kate a gentle shove on the arm, before throwing back the shot. Julie seemed to notice and gave her a look. Veronica felt her cheeks heat and tried to change the subject. ‘Ok, who’s getting the next drinks then?’
‘I got ‘em.’ Kate offered and disappeared towards the bar. Veronica smiled, watching her leave: her long hair slung over her shoulder, that gentle swagger as she walked, stopping to talk to everyone on the way.
There was a silence between her and Julie. Thankfully, Veronica pulled her phone out and saw Emily had responded so she could pretend to be occupied responding to that.
Sure.
Veronica didn’t know why the one-word message bothered her. No congratulations, no good game.
What’s that meant to mean?
She waited for Emily to respond.
Nothing. I’m used to not being your first priority anymore.
Normally, Veronica would be upset at that accusation. But now, she was just mad. It felt like Emily resented her for all the time she was spending working hard.
I don’t know what the problem is but that’s not true or fair. I’m trying to have fun with the girls right now.
There was a pause before the next message from Emily.
Veronica nodded and sighed. ‘Yeah, just…girlfriend stuff. I don’t know when it got so hard.’
Julie looked like she understood. ‘I get it. Long distance is so hard. Especially when it feels like one of you is growing and the other isn’t.’
‘Wow. That’s… yeah.’
‘It’s ok to outgrow something, V’. Julie added.
‘Alright! Shots are up!’ Kate yelled as she reappeared, her hands filled with a shot glass between almost every finger.
‘Quick, Julie. Grab them before she drops them all!’ Veronica joked, sticking her tongue out at Kate slightly.
‘You know what, I’m not even gonna argue that one!’ Kate laughed. She handed Veronica two of the shot glasses, her gaze meeting Veronica’s and holding it.
‘Where’s Claire tonight?’ Julie asked, innocently, but the question seemed to knock Kate and Veronica out of the moment.
‘Oh. Team only. She’s at home. I promised I’d check out early and go see her.’
‘Lame!’ Veronica shouted, throwing her shot back, hoping it would burn away the flicker of jealousy in her chest.
****
She probably should have slowed down but the eagerness to continue chasing the high of the game win meant Veronica had drunk way more than she intended. She needed to pee, badly.
‘I’ll be right back.’ She told the group sitting with her as she slid off the stool and steadied herself to make her way to the bathroom.
Heels and tequila were a bad combination. As she tried to walk down the corridor to the bathrooms, she rolled her ankle and fell towards the wall. Suddenly a strong arm wrapped around her from behind and another hand grabbed her elbow.
‘Woah! You good?’ It was Kate.
She guided Veronica to the wall, leaning her back against it gently. Her arm was still at Veronica’s waist, holding her firmly. They were close, face to face. Kate’s body framing Veronica’s against the wall. Veronica brought her hand up and placed it on Kate’s forearm, trying to anchor herself. Her head leaned back against the wall, chest rising and falling. She felt Kate’s arm loosen and ghost along her waist as she let go, her other hand still at Veronica’s elbow.
V nodded. ‘I’m ok.’ She breathed. She looked up at Kate, who was looking at her intently. The concern in her eyes was clear. Veronica pushed Kate’s arm down ever so slightly and Kate let go of her elbow and stepped back, aware of how close they were but not wanting to let Veronica fall again.
‘Take it easy, V. We need you.’ She said, in the softest voice.
Veronica could swear that as Kate was saying we need you, what she meant was I need you. She smiled at Kate, her head still resting against the wall. Her balance was slowly returning but the buzzing of her body where Kate had touched her was still there. She pushed herself up off the wall to standing. As she did, Kate threw her arms out slightly, preparing to catch her.
‘I’m fine, I’m fine.’ Veronica murmured, waving her off gently. She didn’t know if she meant it, but she had to be fine. She wasn’t going to admit otherwise. Not here, not like this.
‘I have to go’, Kate said. Veronica could swear she heard regret in her voice. ‘You sure you’re gonna be ok?’
‘Yes. Go. I’m good.’ Veronica tried to sound confident and waved her off. ‘Go be with Claire’.
‘Ok. If you’re sure.’
‘I’m sure. Get out of here.’ She pushed Kate playfully, trying extra hard to maintain her balance as she did.
Kate’s eyes were still fixed on hers. It unnerved Veronica how intense the eye contact was sometimes. Finally, Kate turned away and disappeared down the corridor towards the exit. Veronica watched her go.
She stumbled into the bathroom and grasped the sink, needing it to steady herself. She was dizzy and lightheaded, with the alcohol only partly to blame. She started at herself in the mirror.
‘Get it together’. She whispered to her reflection.
**
The Lynx game was tough; up and down. Minnesota was so skilled; so tall. But the crowd had been electric. The way they rallied for the team filled them with so much fire and belief. Veronica couldn’t help but be frustrated. She could see how the team had slowly started to find themselves and figure out how to play together. Their communication was good. But they just kept losing in close games, sometimes unbearably close.
Veonica was feeling more confident. She trusted her teammates; trusted herself. She was making the right reads, seeing the floor well, finding her teammates. She was also becoming a more vocal and confident leader. And part of that was instilling as much confidence as she could into everyone else. Veronica could see how much Kate was struggling. She would never show it openly, but she was filled with self-doubt. Her first games had been up and down- it was clear Coach Nakase was still trying to figure out how to best use her- and the last game she’d had a DNP. Kate was never the type to take it personally- she trusted Coach Nakase and would do whatever was best for the team- but Veronica could see how in her head she was, how much she was struggling to believe she truly belonged there. She masked it well, but Veronica had started to learn her and saw through the façade to the vulnerability underneath.
In the locker room before the game, Kate was her usual fun and loud self, but Veronica knew how strained her smile was; how her fingers were slow and unsure tying her shoes. Veronica leaned over as everyone started to file out towards the arena. ‘Hey’, she whispered, ‘you’re gonna do great, because you are great.’
Kate smiled weakly and pretended to nudge Veronica with her elbow. She always did that. It was her way of putting on a brave face. Veronica knew that.
As they lined up at the tunnel, Coach Nakase seemed to notice as well. She pulled Kate into a hug. ‘I’m your biggest fan’, Veronica overheard her say to Kate. She couldn’t help but smile. She knew how much that would mean to Kate. All she wanted was a chance and for people to see who she was as a player.
And then Kate found something. Something clicked and everything started to fall into place. She was confident, driving at the basket, taking on defenders, throwing up shots that arced perfectly in the air, barely touching the rim as they went in. She couldn’t miss. The crowd was alive and roaring every time she touched the ball. Veronica was on the bench. On the edge of her seat. She clutched her towel, unable to tear her eyes away from Kate. She was electric. She was unstoppable: every time the bench would sit, they’d be back up again. Veronica could feel herself jumping up, standing on the edge of the court screaming, her hand held with 3 fingers up for Kate’s litany of 3 pointers. It was wild and electric. She hadn’t had this much fun in weeks.
The energy infected Veronica too. She had herself a game as well. But it wasn’t enough. Minnesota pulled out the win. It was disappointing but seeing Kate play as well as she did, Veronica was filled with joy. When they were called into the press conference together, Veronica tried to stay focused, but she couldn’t help it- Kate was distracting. She was so proud of her; so delighted for her. Finally, finally, people could see what she saw.
And what she was seeing right now wasn’t just a great teammate and really good basketballer. It was something else. The flush of her cheeks, the way her hair stuck to the sheen on the side of her neck, the way she ran her fingers lightly along her jawline as they sat at the table waiting for questions. Veronica tried to be present and answer them, she really did. But she couldn’t help glancing over, smiling, reliving Kate’s game in her head. And then Kate caught her eye and smiled back. Veronica could feel the grin break across her own face, knew her eyes lit up. For a moment, they weren’t in the press conference anymore- they were alone, in Kate’s apartment, just the two of them. Veronica caught herself and immediately looked down at the stat sheet, tried to remember the question and answer it. She felt like she got away with it.
The game buzzed under her skin for the rest of the evening. They’d laughed in the locker room, despite the loss. Everyone congratulated Kate on her new career high. ‘We should celebrate’. Veronica had suggested, but Kate wasn’t so sure.
‘Well, we still lost. We should probably just watch some film.’
‘Well, we could watch together? I can bring career high cake.’ Veronica said, cheerily.
‘Career high cake?’
‘Yeah. Don’t they have that in Iowa? It’s a thing.’
Kate shook her head and snorted. ‘That’s ok. I think Claire will probably want to hang just the two of us.’ She added.
Veronica could feel her face fall slightly at the mention of her and tried to strain a smile. ‘Uhuh, yeah, no worries. Another time.’
Kate also could feel the shift in the air between them and mumbled a goodbye as she left the locker room.
At home, Veronica found it hard to settle. Her skin was still humming, her mind still racing, reliving the high of the game, the screams, the cheers, the moments of celebration with the team. For a moment there, they’d been unstoppable. She wanted to ride that feeling out as long as she could. She messaged Kate.
You played so amazing tonight. So proud of you
She waited for a few moments for a reply but it didn’t come. She checked to see if Emily had messaged her but there was nothing.
Despite this, she still felt her whole-body thrumming with excitement. She took a long shower, letting the hot water calm her muscles, then crawled into bed to hopefully get some sleep. But her body was betraying her. It ached- which was normal after a tough game- but there was a fire in it as well. She wanted to keep chasing that high and slipped her hand low, between her thighs, touching herself firmly but gently.
She needed this. Wanted this release. Her hand worked her with rhythm, purpose; chasing the high, feeling it burn on her skin.
The ache was palpable, driving her on as her touched herself harder, faster; felt her thighs squeeze together, her soft gasps filling the quiet room. Her breath was ragged, frantic. Her back arching off the bed, her forearm burning.
And then Kate was there: in her thoughts, in her mind. It was Kate. Kate’s fingers replacing her own, Kate’s voice in her ear, Kate’s body on hers, pressing her down into the bed. Kate’s golden hair falling over her shoulder as she leaned over her.
‘It’s you, V. Only you.’ Kate breathed.
And that did it. She could feel her body tightening, her breathing more frantic, her legs shaking. She came hard, her orgasm crashing like a wave, seizing her entire body.
Afterwards she lay there, body still humming, legs still shaking. And the thoughts of Kate stayed. Kate’s hand running along her arm, Kate’s soft whispers, Kate’s mouth.
There was no denying it anymore. It was Kate. All Kate.
The next morning she called Emily. She didn’t know if it was shame or guilt that forced her. The conversation was stilted and awkward. They talked about the game and Veronica could feel she was stepping on eggshells, trying desperately not to bring up Kate and her performance.
‘You played well.’ Emily said, matter of fact.
‘Yes, but we still lost.’ Veronica responded. ‘I feel like we’re getting there though. We’re finding it.’
‘Well at least you can be happy with how you played.’
‘Maybe. I think I still made a lot of mistakes. I wish I’d done some thing differently.’ Veronica said, honestly.
Emily’s tone changed. ‘Well, you certainly looked happy in the press conference afterwards.’
Veronica’s heart did a little flip. She suddenly felt flooded with guilt: like she’d been caught out.
‘What do you mean?’ She asked.
‘Just that you two seemed pretty happy.’ Emily said, coldly.
‘I don’t know what that means.’
‘Ok.’
There was a pause and suddenly Veronica realised she felt nothing. Not sadness or anger of being accused. Just guilt for not being honest sooner. She needed to now.
‘Ems,’ she said, softly but determinedly. ‘I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep having this fight. It feels like that’s all we do lately, fight. Aren’t you tired of it?’
Emily didn’t respond, but Veronica continued, more resolved than ever.
‘We haven’t been good for a really long time and I think you know that. I don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry. We need to breakup.’
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Can we get a Kate and VB fic please? Something a bit sexier - like Kate can’t keep her hands off VB after a really hot tunnel fit
coconut
pairing: valkyries!kate!dating x valkyries!veronica!dating
wc: 2.5k
summary: after a game, a quiet arena tunnel, and a tunnel fit kate can’t stop staring at, five promised minutes turns into something that lingers a little longer than either of them planned.
the arena tunnels had a rhythm of their own, a quiet kind of pulse that lived underneath the echo of sneakers and the low murmur of media crews packing up their lights. the air still smelled faintly like rubber and perfume and the sharp, electric heat of a game that had just ended. veronica leaned against the cool concrete wall for a second longer than necessary.
scrolling absently through her phone, though the truth was she hadn’t read a single word on the screen. the music humming through her headphones bled soft bass into her ears, something slow and warm, the kind of beat that settled deep in your bones.
tonight’s tunnel fit had been a decision.
the silky black top clung in all the right places, the fabric catching the hallway lights whenever she shifted, paired with loose trousers that somehow managed to look effortless and expensive at the same time.
a delicate chain rested against the hollow of her throat, glinting every time she moved. she hadn’t thought much about it when she put it on earlier—just another outfit, another walk through the cameras but she had forgotten one very important factor.
kate.
kate had been standing near the locker room doors when veronica turned the corner earlier, mid-conversation with someone from staff, but the words had died instantly the second she looked up.
the pause had been subtle—most people probably hadn’t noticed—but veronica had. kate’s eyes had gone a little wider, her mouth tugging into that slow, crooked smile that always meant trouble and now, twenty minutes later, kate still hadn’t recovered.
veronica didn’t even look up when she heard the familiar cadence of footsteps approaching. she could feel it before she saw it, the way kate’s presence always seemed to fill up whatever space she stepped into. the music in her ears kept playing, but another sound layered over it—fabric brushing fabric, the soft exhale of someone stopping just a little too close.
“you did that on purpose,” kate said veronica finally glanced up, sliding one headphone down around her neck. “did what?”
kate gestured vaguely at…everything. “this,” she said, voice low, like the word itself might combust if she said it too loudly. veronica’s brow lifted, a slow, teasing expression settling across her face. “it’s just an outfit.”
kate let out a quiet laugh, but it didn’t reach her eyes. her gaze had already dropped again, tracing the line of veronica’s collarbone where the chain rested, then lower, then back up again like she was forcing herself to behave.
it wasn’t working.
“you walked through the tunnel like that,” kate murmured, stepping closer, “and expected me to just act normal?”
veronica tilted her head slightly, the faintest hint of a smile pulling at her lips. “you’re usually pretty good at pretending.”
kate’s hand came up before she seemed to fully think about it, fingers brushing lightly against veronica’s waist where the fabric of her top met skin.
the touch was barely there—just a warm ghost of contact—but it made veronica’s breath catch all the same as the hallway around them had started to quiet. most of the team had already disappeared toward the buses, leaving behind only distant voices and the rolling squeak of equipment carts.
kate noticed the silence too. “see,” she said softly, leaning in just enough that her shoulder brushed veronica’s, “that’s the problem.”
veronica’s eyes flicked down to where kate’s hand still rested against her side. “what problem?” kate huffed out a quiet breath through her nose, like she was losing a fight with herself. “i can’t keep my hands off you.”
the words hung between them for half a second then veronica laughed—soft, warm, the sound sliding easily into the space between kate’s ribs and settling there. “you’re not trying very hard.”
kate’s thumb shifted slightly against her waist, tracing the edge of the fabric absentmindedly, like she’d forgotten anyone else existed. “you walked in looking like that,” she said, voice dropping lower, “and you’re surprised?”
veronica stepped forward then, closing the small gap between them until kate’s back brushed the wall instead. the move was smooth, confident, and kate’s eyebrows lifted immediately in response. “oh,” kate murmured.
veronica reached up, adjusting the collar of kate’s hoodie like she was fixing something invisible, fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.
“you’re staring,” she said lightly.
kate didn’t deny it, instead she tipped her head slightly, eyes soft but undeniably focused. “can you blame me?”
the bass from veronica’s abandoned headphones still hummed faintly through the air, the rhythm slow and steady, like something meant for late nights and dim rooms.
kate’s hand slid a little higher along veronica’s side, settling just at her back now, pulling her a fraction closer without even thinking about it yet it was automatic.
veronica noticed. “kate,” she said, amused. “what?”
“hands.” kate glanced down at them like she’d only just realized where they were then she shrugged. “i warned you.”
veronica shook her head, laughing again under her breath, but she didn’t move away. if anything she leaned in slightly, their shoulders touching now, the warmth of kate’s hand pressing through the thin fabric of her shirt.
as a moment passed neither of them decided to speak as the tunnel lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. somewhere far down the hallway a door slammed, echoing once before fading away again.
kate’s voice came quieter this time. “you know,” she said, eyes flicking back to veronica’s, “we still have to get to the bus.” veronica hummed thoughtfully. “probably.”
neither of them moved, kate's fingers flexed gently against her back, absentminded, like she’d settled into something she had no intention of leaving anytime soon as veronica watched her for a second longer, that same slow smile returning.
“five minutes,” she said as kate blinked. “five—” veronica slipped her headphones fully off, letting them dangle from her hand as she stepped just a little closer again, her voice quiet but unmistakably amused.
“since you can’t keep your hands off me,” she murmured kate stared at her for exactly one second then she grinned and her hands didn’t leave veronica’s waist once.
the look on kate’s face shifted slowly, something softer settling in behind the teasing confidence. the tunnel lights hummed faintly above them, casting pale gold across the concrete walls, and for a moment the world felt strangely still, like everything outside the narrow space between them had faded out of focus.
“five minutes,” kate repeated quietly, almost to herself.
veronica only shrugged a shoulder, though the smile at the corner of her mouth betrayed her. “that’s generous.”
kate laughed softly under her breath, the sound low and warm. her hands tightened slightly at veronica’s waist, pulling her a fraction closer until there was almost no space left between them at all. the movement felt easy, instinctive, like gravity doing what gravity did best.
“you’re dangerous tonight,” kate murmured, veronica tilted her head, the delicate chain at her throat catching the light again. “tonight?”
kate’s eyes flicked over her face, lingering there in a way that felt slower now, less teasing. “fair point.”
for a second they just looked at each other as the kind of quiet that settled between them wasn’t awkward—it was charged, humming with something unspoken, the same way the bass from the music earlier had thrummed under veronica’s ribs.
kate’s thumb brushed absentmindedly along the fabric at veronica’s side, veronica noticed. “you’re staring again,” she said softly. “yeah,” kate admitted without hesitation.
the honesty in it made veronica laugh quietly, shaking her head. “you’re unbelievable.”
kate leaned in a little then, her voice dropping. “and yet you gave me five minutes.” veronica opened her mouth to say something back, something clever probably, but kate’s hand slid a little higher along her back and the words disappeared before they could form.
their foreheads nearly touched now. “kate,” veronica started, though the way she said it lacked any real warning, kate searched her face for a second, just long enough to make sure then she closed the distance.
the kiss wasn’t rushed as it started soft, cautious in the way first moments sometimes were, kate’s hand steady at the small of veronica’s back as she leaned in but the second veronica responded—fingers curling lightly into the front of kate’s hoodie—the careful edge of it melted away.
kate deepened the kiss without thinking as veronica’s hand slid up to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, and kate let out a quiet breath against her lips that turned into a laugh halfway through. “this is your fault,” kate murmured when they broke apart for air.
veronica barely pulled back, their noses brushing as she spoke. “you’re the one who said you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”
“still can’t,” kate said to prove the point, her hand shifted slightly at veronica’s back, pulling her in again.
the second kiss felt different—slower but heavier somehow, like the tension from earlier had finally found somewhere to land as veronica leaned into it easily, the soft brush of her lips turning deeper as she tilted her head, her fingers threading into kate’s hair.
somewhere down the hallway a door creaked open neither of them noticed.
kate’s hand slipped from veronica’s waist to rest just above her hip, her thumb tracing idle circles through the thin fabric there. the motion made veronica inhale sharply against her mouth, and kate smiled faintly into the kiss like she’d heard it.
when they finally pulled apart again, both of them were breathing a little differently, veronica rested her forehead briefly against kate’s shoulder, laughing under her breath.
“your five minutes are almost up,” she said as kate glanced down the empty hallway, then back at her. “pretty sure we lost track at two.”
veronica lifted her head, raising an eyebrow kate just grinned again, that same mischievous expression returning as she brushed a stray strand of hair away from veronica’s face. “worth it,” she said and when veronica leaned in again this time, kate didn’t hesitate for even a second.
the kiss landed heavier than the last like whatever restraint had been lingering between them finally gave way.
kate’s hand came up to cradle the side of veronica’s face, thumb warm against her cheek as their mouths met again, slower this time but deeper. veronica leaned into it without hesitation, one hand sliding up the front of kate’s hoodie while the other curled loosely around the back of her neck, fingers threading lightly through the hair at the nape.
the hallway lights buzzed faintly above them, but the rest of the tunnel had gone quiet, it was the kind of quiet that made every small sound louder—the soft brush of fabric when kate pulled her closer, the quiet breath veronica let out against her lips, the faint tap of her headphones bumping lightly against her wrist where she still held them.
kate shifted slightly, guiding veronica back the smallest step until her shoulder brushed the concrete wall again, not trapping her just…close.
veronica didn’t move away if anything she leaned forward into the space between them, tilting her head as the kiss deepened again, slower but more certain now. kate’s hand slid from her cheek to the curve of her waist again, fingers settling there like they’d already memorized the shape of it.
her thumb brushed lightly along the fabric there, a slow absentminded motion that made veronica’s breath hitch before she could stop it as kate felt it she always did when they parted for a breath, kate didn’t pull far—her forehead hovering close, their noses nearly brushing.
“you’re gonna get us in trouble.” veronica murmured softly, kate's laugh came out quiet and warm, her hand still resting firmly at veronica’s side. “you gave me five minutes,” she said again, though her voice had dropped lower now, rougher around the edges.
veronica’s lips curved slightly. “you keep saying that like it’s an excuse.”
“it is.” kate’s thumb traced a slow line along her side again, a little more deliberate this time, and veronica inhaled softly through her nose.
kate’s eyes flicked down for half a second—watching the way her shoulders lifted slightly with the breath—before returning to her face. “see?” kate murmured as veronica narrowed her eyes in mock suspicion. “what?”
“that.” kate leaned in again, brushing another kiss against the corner of her mouth this time—brief, teasing, just enough to make veronica chase it instinctively. “you react.”
veronica let out a quiet laugh, though it came softer now, a little breathless around the edges. “you’re insufferable.”
“and yet—” kate kissed her again before she could finish this one lingered longer.
veronica’s fingers tightened lightly in the front of kate’s hoodie, pulling her closer without even thinking about it, and kate responded immediately, one arm sliding around her back to steady her against the wall. her palm spread across the small of veronica’s back, warm and grounding as the kiss deepened again.
not rushed, not frantic just as heat slowly building in the quiet space between them.
veronica shifted slightly against the wall, her hand sliding from kate’s hoodie to the back of her neck, fingertips brushing through her hair again. the movement pulled a quiet breath from kate, the sound barely there but enough for veronica to smile faintly against her mouth.
kate tilted her head, kissing her again, softer this time but lingering—like she wasn’t quite ready to stop when they finally pulled apart again, both of them were breathing a little differently.
veronica rested her forehead briefly against kate’s shoulder, laughing under her breath. “okay,” she said softly, catching her breath. “now we really should go.”
kate didn’t move, veronica lifted her head slightly. “kate.”
“yeah?”
“bus.” kate glanced down the empty hallway again then back at her. “…right.” but even as she said it, her hand was still resting warm against veronica’s waist, thumb drawing lazy circles through the thin fabric there like she hadn’t quite convinced herself to let go yet.
veronica noticed, of course she did as her smile softened, something quieter replacing the teasing from earlier as she reached up and tugged lightly on the front of kate’s hoodie.
“come on,” she said, kate sighed dramatically. “you are incredibly unfair, you know that?”
veronica just slipped her headphones back over her ears, the faint bass returning again as the music picked up where it had left off she started down the tunnel.
kate followed two steps behind, shaking her head but before they reached the corner, she caught veronica’s wrist gently and pulled her back for one more quick kiss anyway—a little slower than the last one.
Another Kate and VB fic pleaseeeeee. Maybe something like they’re trying (and failing) at hiding they’re dating to their valks teamates.
nothing to hide
pairing: golden state valkyries!kate!secret relationship x golden state valkyries!veronica!secret relationship
wc: 3.2k
summary: when kate and veronica try (very unsuccessfully) to keep their relationship quiet from the rest of the valkyries, the locker room starts noticing things they definitely weren’t supposed to notice, and once the team starts paying attention, the two of them realize hiding might have been the easy part.
the thing about secrets inside a locker room is that they never stay secrets for very long, especially not when twenty-something athletes spend most of their lives reading each other the way defenders read passing lanes, noticing small things, tiny habits, the subtle shifts in body language that say more than words ever could.
kate and veronica had convinced themselves they were being subtle.
in reality, they were not.
it started small, at least that’s what they told themselves, just a few careful moments here and there, a brush of hands when nobody was looking, lingering a second too long beside each other at practice, choosing lockers that happened to be near one another even though neither of them would ever admit that was intentional. the problem was that both of them were terrible actors, and when two terrible actors try to pretend nothing is going on, it tends to look exactly like something is going on.
the first sign of trouble came during the film.
the team sat scattered across the room, chairs angled toward the screen while clips from the last game rolled through missed rotations and good defensive reads, everyone half paying attention while the coaches paused every few seconds to talk through spacing.
kate leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, trying very hard not to look to her right where veronica sat, because if she looked then she’d smile, and if she smiled someone would notice.
so naturally, she looked like veronica was already looking.
it lasted maybe half a second, the kind of glance that should’ve meant nothing, except veronica’s mouth tilted just slightly like she was holding back a laugh, and kate had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her own face straight.
from the back of the room someone cleared their throat loudly and both of them snapped their attention forward so fast it looked suspicious. practice later that afternoon only made things worse.
they had a drill running fast breaks, three on two then two on one, constant movement, constant communication, and kate ended up paired with veronica more often than not which definitely meant nothing except that somehow they kept drifting toward each other on the court like magnets pretending they weren’t magnetic.
at one point kate drove the lane and kicked the ball out to veronica on the wing, veronica knocked down the shot clean, net snapping, and before kate could stop herself she pointed at her like that was the most obvious pass in the world.
veronica grinned, the grin lingered yet someone behind them made a noise. “what,” kate said immediately, turning around a little too defensive.
“nothing,” tiffany said, except the way she said nothing clearly meant something.
practice continued, but there were more looks after that, more quiet little exchanges between teammates that made kate increasingly aware that maybe, possibly, perhaps, they were not nearly as slick as they thought.
the real disaster happened in the locker room.
after practice everyone filtered in, bags dropping, shoes kicked off, the usual chaotic mix of music playing from someone’s speaker while conversations overlapped. kate sat on the bench tying and retying the same lace on her shoe while veronica stood at her locker a few feet away pretending to organize things that had already been organized.
neither of them said they were trying very hard to look normal veronica shut her locker kate looked up, their eyes met again, which honestly was becoming a pattern neither of them were doing a good job breaking.
veronica walked over slowly, casual, like she wasn’t crossing a minefield of potential witnesses. “you played like garbage in that last drill,” veronica said quietly, leaning against the bench beside her. kate scoffed. “you’re welcome for the assist.”
“that pass was late.”
“it was perfect.” veronica bumped her shoulder lightly, kate bumped back as the contact lingered. “you’re staring again,” veronica murmured. “you started it.”
“did not.”
“did too.” veronica’s hand slid across the bench between them, fingers brushing kate’s for just a second, it should’ve been harmless except a teammate walked in right then.
“oh my god.” both of them jumped apart like the bench had shocked them. kaitlyn stood in the doorway holding her water bottle, staring at them with the slow dawning expression of someone who had just solved a very obvious puzzle.
“what,” kate said again, because apparently that was her only defense mechanism.
“nothing,” kaitlyn said, which again definitely meant something within minutes the locker room filled up. kate tried very hard to focus on her phone veronica tried very hard to focus on taping her wrist.
across the room two teammates whispered to each other while glancing over every few seconds, not subtle at all, and kate could practically feel the situation spiraling.
veronica leaned closer. “they know,” she whispered. “they do not know.”
“they absolutely know.”
“we’re being subtle.” veronica raised an eyebrow as kate paused. “okay maybe not subtle,” she admitted. as tiffany cleared their throat again, kate looked up slowly.
now kaitlyn, tiffany, carla were standing there now, arms crossed, identical expressions of smug curiosity on their faces. “so?” carla said. “so?” kate echoed.
“anything you two want to tell us.” veronica immediately shook her head. “nope.”
“nothing,” kate added quickly, the silence that followed was thick then kaitlyn walked by and casually tossed out, “you know you two hold hands during huddles sometimes, right.”
kate blinked, veronica blinked. “we do not,” kate said. “you literally did it yesterday,” tiffany said. “that was strategy.”
“hand holding strategy,” another voice said from across the room veronica buried her face in her hands for a second kate leaned back on the bench, staring at the ceiling like maybe if she ignored the situation it would disappear.
it did not disappear a beat passed then veronica sighed. “okay,” she said.
the room got very quiet she looked at kate, kate looked back, and for a moment neither of them said anything because admitting it somehow felt more terrifying than actually doing it.
finally kate shrugged a little. “yeah,” she said.
the locker room exploded, teammates yelling, someone clapping dramatically, someone else shouting “called it” like they’d just won a bet, which honestly they probably had.
veronica looked at kate with the same small smile she’d been trying not to show all week. “we were doing a good job hiding it,” kate muttered veronica laughed softly.
“kate.”
“yeah.”
“we were terrible at hiding it.” kate considered that across the room someone yelled, “so how long has this been a thing.” veronica answered before kate could. “long enough.”
kate bumped her shoulder again, this time not bothering to move away afterward.
the secret had lasted exactly zero minutes once people started paying attention, which honestly was about as long as it ever stood a chance in a locker room full of teammates who noticed everything and judging by the way everyone kept grinning at them for the rest of the afternoon, the valkyries had known long before kate and veronica had even realized they were trying to hide it.
the worst part, kate decided about ten minutes later, was not the fact that the secret was out, it was the fact that the team refused to let it go.
the locker room had settled into that restless post-practice rhythm, shoes half unlaced, towels draped over shoulders, someone still blasting music from a speaker on the counter, except now every conversation seemed to orbit around the exact same topic whether kate and veronica liked it or not.
which they did not.
kate sat on the bench leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, staring down at the floor like maybe if she stayed still long enough she could disappear into it, while veronica stood beside her locker pretending to scroll through her phone, except she hadn’t moved her thumb in at least thirty seconds.
from across the room someone said, very loudly, “so who made the first move.” kate groaned without looking up, veronica closed her eyes briefly. “nobody asked you,” kate muttered.
“actually,” another voice chimed in, “everyone asked.”
kate finally lifted her head just enough to glare in their direction. as three teammates sat across from them like an audience, fully invested, expressions bright with the kind of curiosity that only came from finally being proven right about something.
one of them leaned forward. “seriously though.” veronica let out a quiet breath, lowering her phone. “why is this an interrogation.”
“because,” tiffany said, spreading her hands, “you two have been acting weird for like a month.”
“we have not,” kate said immediately. “kate,” someone else called from the far end of the room, “you literally started tying and untying the same shoe fifteen minutes earlier.”
kate froze slowly, she looked down at her shoe again. “…i was thinking,” she said defensively.
veronica’s mouth twitched a towel and hit kate lightly in the shoulder. “stop deflecting,” the teammate said, grinning. “first move. who.”
there was a pause. kate leaned back slightly, glancing at veronica, as veronica looked right back something silent passed between them, that small shared look they seemed incapable of not doing, and immediately someone across the room pointed dramatically.
“see,” she said. “that right there. that’s what we’re talking about.” kate dragged a hand down her face. “we’re literally just looking at each other.”
“yeah,” tiffany said. “like that.” veronica laughed quietly under her breath before finally giving in a little, leaning her shoulder against the locker beside her. “fine,” she said.
the room quieted instantly. kate straightened slightly and Veronica tilted her head toward kate. “she did.” kate blinked. “hey.”
“you did,” veronica said calmly. “that’s not— okay that’s not the whole story.”
“you kissed me first.” the room erupted again kate’s head snapped toward her. “you said we weren’t telling them that part.”
veronica shrugged just slightly, clearly amused now. “too late.” someone clapped once like they had just witnessed the end of a dramatic play.
“wait wait wait,” kayla said, leaning forward eagerly, “when did this happen.” kate groaned again, leaning back until her shoulders hit the locker behind her. “this was a mistake,” she muttered. veronica glanced down at her, the corner of her mouth still lifted. “relax.”
“easy for you to say.”
“you’re the one who kissed me in a hallway.” kate pointed at her immediately. “after you stared at me for like ten straight minutes.”
“that’s not illegal.”
“it should be.” more laughter rippled through the room, someone else tossed another question into the chaos. “so are you two like…official official?” veronica didn’t hesitate this time.
“yeah.” kate looked at her again, softer now.“yeah,” she echoed a second later and for a moment the room actually quieted, the teasing easing into something warmer, teammates exchanging satisfied looks like a mystery had finally reached its obvious conclusion.
then, naturally, someone ruined the moment. “okay but if you break her heart we’re all jumping you,” one of them told kate casually. kate blinked. “why am i the villain already.”
“history,” someone replied as veronica laughed again, the sound low and easy, and kate felt her shoulder bump lightly into hers where she had drifted closer without either of them really noticing.
this time neither of them moved away across the room someone shook her head with a grin. “you know what’s crazy though.”
“what,” kate said cautiously, “you two think we just figured this out today.” veronica frowned slightly. “you didn’t.” three different people spoke at once.
“no.”
“not even close.”
“we knew weeks ago.” kate stared at them. “weeks,” she repeated slowly. kaitlyn nodded. “the bench thing.” tiffan pointed at veronica. “the way you look at her during games.” a third added, “also you two sit next to each other on every bus ride and pretend it’s random.”
kate turned toward veronica, veronica turned toward kate. “the bus ride thing was random,” kate said. veronica hesitated. “…the first time.” kate squinted at her. “veronica.” she just smiled.
kate leaned her head back against the locker again with a long sigh while the room filled with laughter for what felt like the hundredth time. “so basically,” she said to the ceiling, “we never had a secret.”
“not even a little,” someone said veronica nudged her shoulder gently kate looked back at her, still exasperated, still a little embarrassed, but smiling anyway despite herself. “next time,” kate said quietly, “we’re keeping things private.”
veronica raised an eyebrow. “kate.”
“what.”
“you pointed at me after a three pointer today like you were proposing.” kate paused. “…that was excitement.”
veronica laughed again, and across the locker room the valkyries immediately started arguing about whether the two of them had been obvious from the first week of the season or the second, which somehow turned into three different people claiming they deserved credit for predicting it first.
kate watched them for a moment, shaking her head slightly then she glanced at veronica again. “so,” she said under her breath. “so,” veronica replied.
“we’re never living this down.” veronica’s smile softened, warm and steady. “probably not.” kate sighed then she bumped her shoulder against veronica’s one more time, a little quieter now, but not even slightly trying to hide it anymore.
the moment lasted all of three seconds before someone across the locker room clapped their hands once, loudly, like they had just remembered something extremely important.
“okay,” tiffany said, pointing between them with the kind of authority that suggested she had already decided she was in charge of whatever was about to happen, “new rule.”
kate’s eyes narrowed immediately. “no.”
“you don’t even know the rule yet.”
“don’t need to.” veronica tilted her head slightly, amused already, while the rest of the room leaned in with the dangerous kind of curiosity that meant things were about to get worse.
“the rule,” tiffany continued, ignoring kate completely, “is that if two people on the team are dating, they have to survive one week of team investigation.”
kate blinked slowly. “…that’s not a rule.” “it is now,” kaitlyn added from the bench across the room, clearly delighted by the situation veronica crossed her arms loosely, clearly entertained by the chaos unfolding. “what does that even mean.”
“it means we get to ask questions,” kayla said immediately, leaning forward like she had been waiting her whole life for this moment.
“absolutely not,” kate said. “and observe behavior,” carla added.
“nope.”
“and,” temi said with a grin that looked way too pleased with itself, “determine if you two are actually cute or just weird.” kate stared at them like they had collectively lost their minds, veronica, unfortunately, laughed.
“you’re encouraging them,” kate muttered. “i’m curious.” kate turned toward her slowly. “veronica.”
“what.”
“don’t.”
“too late,” cecilia snapped her fingers like she’d just had an idea. “perfect timing actually, we’ve got the flight tomorrow.”
that sentence alone caused immediate reactions around the room, everyone suddenly more energized than they had been five seconds earlier, kate groaned quietly. “oh no.” veronica looked down at her. “what.”
“they’re going to sit behind us.” someone across the room lifted a finger. “actually we’re sitting everywhere,” tiffany said. “that’s not comforting.”
bags started getting packed again, conversations overlapping as people grabbed their things, except now every few seconds someone would glance toward kate and veronica like they were watching a live experiment.
veronica leaned down slightly, her voice dropping just enough that only kate could hear it. “you’re being dramatic.” kate looked up at her with a completely serious expression. “you underestimate how much time our teammates have.”
veronica considered that across the room someone loudly said, “i heard that.” kate pointed in that direction without even turning her head. “see.”
temi just laughed, shaking her head while stuffing her practice jersey into her bag veronica’s smile widened a little.
eventually the locker room began emptying, teammates heading out in small groups, though several of them lingered suspiciously long near the door like they were hoping to witness something interesting before leaving.
kate noticed immediately. “why are they standing there,” she whispered. veronica glanced over.
kayla, jordin, and kaitlyn were leaning against the wall near the exit, pretending to scroll through their phones but very obviously watching. veronica shrugged lightly. “they’re curious.”
kate leaned forward, lowering her voice even more. “they’re waiting.”
“for what.”
“for us to do something couple-y.” veronica raised an eyebrow. kate's expression stayed completely serious. “don’t give them the satisfaction.”
veronica looked back toward the door again, then slowly turned her attention back to kate, a quiet kind of mischief settling in her eyes. “Kate.” kate immediately looked suspicious. “no.”
“what.”
“whatever you’re thinking.”
“i’m not thinking anything.”
“that’s worse.” veronica laughed softly under her breath, then reached down, fingers brushing kate’s wrist for just a second before gently tugging her up from the bench. kate stood, blinking. “veronica.”
“relax.” they started toward the door together as the three teammates straightened instantly. kate saw it happen and leaned closer to veronica. “they’re watching.”
“i know.”
“do not do anything.” veronica didn’t answer, which was the first sign that something was about to happen. they were halfway across the room when veronica casually slipped her hand into kate’s.
kate nearly tripped. “veronica,” she hissed under her breath. veronica just kept walking like nothing had changed, fingers laced loosely with kate’s, completely unbothered at the door the three teammates reacted exactly how kate feared they would.
kayla gasped dramatically and jordin clutched her chest. kaitlyn pointed like she had just witnessed something historic. “oh my god.”
kate closed her eyes briefly. “this was a mistake.” veronica squeezed her hand once, warm and steady. “too late now.”
kate opened her eyes again just in time to see tiffany and temi turning the corner down the hallway, immediately spotting the hand holding situation and reacting with the same explosive excitement as everyone else within seconds the hallway filled with noise again.
“they’re holding hands,” temi shouted. “wait get a picture,” tiffany said. “don’t you dare.” veronica laughed beside her, shoulders shaking slightly while kate dragged a hand down her face. “we should’ve kept pretending,” kate muttered.
veronica leaned closer, her voice quiet again. “you hated pretending.” kate hesitated that part, unfortunately, was true.
she glanced down at their hands for a second, then back up at veronica, who looked completely calm in the middle of the chaos they had just created kate sighed again. “…okay maybe this part isn’t so bad.”
behind them leonie’s voice echoed down the hallway. “team investigation starts now.” veronica squeezed her hand again kate groaned and just like that, the entire valkyries roster followed them down the hallway like a pack of extremely nosy detectives who had been waiting weeks for the case to finally break open.
Kate ends up missing Veronica more than she anticipated while V out at dinner on a work trip but what she doesn’t know is that V misses her just as much
Warning: 18+ (smut) explicit content at the end
Kate’s POV
I was sat on the couch just scrolling mindlessly on my phone in my sweats and hoodie trying to relax and distract myself after a long practice, while Veronica was getting ready to go out to dinner with some of the girls that were apart of her talent agency.
Being at Unrivaled had so many perks and one of my favorites was basically getting to live with Veronica. Yeah sure she has her own apartment down here in Miami but somehow she would always find herself with me at the end of every night so we basically share my apartment now and I love it.
In the beginning of the season we thought it would be good to have our own space because our relationship was fairly new but by the end of the second week, she had her toothbrush in my bathroom and an extra pair of practice clothes in my drawers.
“Okay baby, how do I look?” Veronica asked as she moved in front of me and did a little spin so I could get a full view of her outfit that she had just spent the last hour putting together.
I lifted my gaze from my phone and gave her a good look up and down. I immediately sat my phone on the couch as I got up to stand in front of her and she was almost the same height as me with her heels on.
“You look amazing baby.” I said in a hushed tone as I grabbed a hold of her waist to pull her closer and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.
Veronica was wearing a dark brown slightly over sized leather jacket over a brown skin tight long sleeve with a black leather miniskirt that showed off her toned legs. Her hair looked beautiful down with her natural curls and she was also wearing the necklace that I gave her for Christmas.
Veronica blushed and looked at me shyly as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Thank you, I was honestly stressing about this outfit but I’m glad you like it.”
She gave me a quick peak on the lips and I smiled as I tilted my head down to lightly kiss her neck, “You look sexy as hell V, it’s gonna be really hard for me to let you go.”
I said into her neck as I moved my hands slowly to her ass to give it nice squeeze.
She jumped a little in surprise and playfully hit my chest and said, “shut up you horn dog!”
We both were laughing at each other as we pulled apart to create some space and then I dramatically sat back on the couch with a huff and through my head back.
“Ugh I’m gonna be so bored without you here.” I groaned, Veronica looked at me with a smirk and playfully rolled her eyes while going back to the room to get her purse and apply some lipgloss. She yelled from the room, “You’ll survive babe, it’s only for a couple hours.”
As I was about to respond, I heard the door bell ring. I knew some of my Valkyries teammates were going to pick up Veronica and all head out together.
So I got up to answer the door, “hey guys V is almost ready come on in.”
At the door was Mo and Temi, they also looked great and I could tell they were excited to go out and have a good time.
“Hurry it up VB the Uber is waiting,” Mo called out and Veronica came quickly walking down the hallway saying, “I’m ready let’s go.”
Temi turned to me and said, “I wish you could come Kate and so does Tip.”
I gave her a warm smile, “no worries y’all go enjoy yourselves and have a good time.”
As they were rushing to leave Veronica gave me one last hug and kiss.
“I’ll miss you.” She said against my lips and I couldn’t help but smile.
“I’ll miss you too.” I whispered, “have fun though and be safe. Text me if anything happens or if you need me.”
“Okay I promise I will, see you later tonight babe.”
I closed the door and started thinking about how I wanted to spend my night.
Veronica’s POV
As I was stepping onto the yacht our management company rented out for us unrivaled players I couldn’t believe it. It was gorgeous and they really went all out, even with the food and drinks.
The atmosphere was amazing, it truly felt like they were celebrating us and all the hard work we put it.
The night was going great, everyone was laughing, drinking and making tiktoks just overall having a good time.
I’m not very much of a party person but I was trying my best to enjoy the moment. I was making conversation with everyone and it was nice but something felt off.
All night I had that feeling, like I was missing something or someone. It was a tiny ache in my chest that I didn’t want to acknowledge because it scared me. I thought maybe drinking some more alcohol would help me relax but it made the feeling worse.
It honestly made me realize the ache wasn’t just in my chest but in my heart and I wasn’t just missing anyone, I was missing my girlfriend Kate Martin.
The girl that made me feel whole, Kate had a way of bringing me out of my shell and being around her was just so easy and fun. If I could describe her in one word I would say sunshine. She’s warm, she lights up any room she goes into and her glow is mesmerizing. She makes me feel like I matter, like I’m finally good enough and that’s something I’ve struggled with my whole life.
I must have had looked zoned out while I was in deep thought because Tip sat next to me and asked, “Hey V are you good?”
I blinked my eyes and shook my head a little to clear my thoughts, “yeah I’m all good, I was just thinking.” I gave Tip a weak smile and shrugged my shoulders.
“You miss her huh?” Tip asked eyeing me and I couldn’t lie to her. She was actually the first person on the Valkyries that clocked my crush that I had on Kate.
“Yeah I do kinda miss her,” I laughed half heartedly. “Is that lame to admit? It’s only been a couple hours away from her and she’s still all I can think about.”
Tip sat down next to me, “Hey it’s okay to miss your significant other during moments like this. Hell even I miss her,” she said smiling and that made me chuckle.
“Why are you missing my girlfriend?” I raised my eyebrow at her just teasing.
“Hey money was my rookie first, I’ll always have dibs on her!” Tip said laughing as she bummed into my shoulder with hers.
I started to feel a little better, just talking about Kate put me in a better mood but I think all the alcohol I had consumed made me want to confess some things.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” I said quietly almost like I was talking to myself but Tip wrapped one of her arms around my shoulders and gave me a reassuring squeeze.
I continued to speak about the thoughts going through my mind and thankfully Tip wanted to listen.
“What I feel for Kate scares me sometimes, I’ve never let someone have so much power over me. She could break my heart and I don’t think I’d ever recover.”
I finally looked up at Tip and she could see the true behind my words in my eyes.
She gave me a soft smile, “being in love is scary V but the joy of loving someone is always going to outweigh the fear of losing them.”
Tip continued, “you and Kate have a good thing going, also if you didn’t know Kate is obsessed with you.” She laughed
“I have to tell Kate to shut up about you sometimes because she just sounds like a love sick puppy.”
I let out a soft laugh and Tip moved to grab her phone from her pocket and opened her texts to show me a message,
“Look what Kate texted me 5 minutes ago, it’s why I came to check up on you.”
I looked at her phone and there was a text from Kate that read: Hey hope y’all are having fun. Is V having a good time? I wanna text her but I don’t wanna look like I miss her too much, it’s kinda lame and you know I’m not like that I’m cool 😎
I was smiling so hard reading Kate’s text and Tip said, “you want me to message back that you’re good?”
“Yeah you can do that.” I replied and she messaged Kate back.
As soon as she was done Mo came towards us and said, “Come on girls they wanna take some group pictures on the front of the boat before we leave.”
Tip and I got up to join everyone and I put on a smile. I was happy but I couldn’t wait to get home.
Kate’s POV
Ugh I was beat I had just gotten out of the shower and before that I did the dishes, did a load of laundry, wiped the counters, swept and mopped the floors.
Thankfully the apartment wasn’t huge so cleaning wasn’t that hard but I went into this deep cleaning mood because I didn’t know what to do with myself without Veronica here, so I decided to be useful. I knew she would appreciate coming home to a clean space and now I was in the kitchen baking some cookies for us.
I know after a night out Veronica likes a sweet treat and she loves a good chocolate chip cookie, so I wanted to time it perfectly so that the cookies would still be warm when she comes home.
I was texting Tip all night and she let me know that they would be back soon.
I took the cookies out of the oven and set them on a cooling rack. I was getting pretty excited to see her, it was only 11pm so they didn’t stay out that late and thank goodness they didn’t because all I did was think about her tonight and how much I wanted to be near her. I knew she was having a good time, Tip was keeping me updated but I still couldn’t help the feeling of wanting to be around her.
I just missed her and a little part of me hopes she missed me just as much because I don’t wanna be the only simp in this relationship.
As I was getting two mugs out of the cupboard to make some hot chocolate for us, I heard some keys rattling and the door opening.
Veronica called out,” hey babe I’m home, you still up?” She was setting down her purse, pulling her jacket down and taking her heels off at the front door.
I stepped out of the kitchen to greet her and wrapped her up in a hug.
“I’ve missed you baby.” I said as I held her tight and without saying a word Veronica grabbed my face and gave me a kiss that I’ve been waiting for all night.
I immediately melted into the kiss and the feeling of her lips on mine. I moaned into her mouth and the second she felt the opening she explore my mouth with her tongue and I let her take control of the kiss because V in control was the hottest thing ever.
She ran her fingers through my hair and pushed her body fully on mine so we were flushed. Feeling her body on mine set a fire in me and my hands instantly went to her ass, I gripped her ass cheeks hard and slipped my right thigh between her legs so when I pushed her closer to me her skirt road up and I could feel the heat from her center and dampness of her panties on my thigh.
Veronica broke our kiss to moan out at the feeling, “mmm I missed you so much.” She whined into my ear
I smirked, “yeah I can tell baby and as much as I want to continue this, I did bake some cookies for you.” I looked at her and she snapped her head up to met my eyes and her face was flushed from the intense kiss.
She smiled, “You made cookies?”
“Yup, just for you. I thought we could eat some and talk about your night.” I said as I led Veronica to the kitchen.
“Should I change my clothes first babe?” Veronica asked and I stared at her in her leather skirt and skin tight long sleeve while I bit my lower lip, “absolutely not I need to admire you in that skirt longer.”
I grabbed V by the waist and lifted her up so she could sit on the counter, while I got the cookies for us.
“Oh wow the kitchen is really clean,” Veronica stated and looked around, “aww babe thank you for cleaning up, you know I was going to get to it at some point but I’m very appreciative that you did.”
She laughed and I set a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies down beside her as I settled between her legs and chuckled while running my hands up her bare thighs, “I had to clean, to occupy my mind. I was going kinda crazy not having you here and knowing you looked this good somewhere else without me.”
Veronica laughed with a mouthful of cookie, “oh so you just wanna get in my pants huh?”
“Well technically your skirt but yes of course,” I said while grabbing a cookie of my own and taking a bite.
I smiled at her and was truly curious how the dinner went so I asked, “how was your night? Also was the food as good as it looked? Because I saw on instagram and it looked amazing!”
Veronica laughed, “it was good and the food was delicious, everyone had a good time it was just nice to catch up with all them.”
I nodded my head, “that’s good, I’m glad y’all had fun.”
Veronica brought one of her hands up to my face and started to caress my cheek, “I did really miss you though.”
My heart jumped at that confession, I leaned into her touch closed my eyes and turned my head so I could kiss her hand.
“Can I show you how much I missed you?” My voice sounded desperate but I didn’t care Veronica knows I’d do anything for her and she loves it when I beg.
“Please baby let me show you.” I said as I moved to leave open mouth kisses on her neck.
Veronica moaned out and tilted her head back to give me more access and I bit down but not too hard, I couldn’t leave any marks.
“Fuck Kate, show me.” Veronica whined
Hearing those words sent a heat straight to my core, I needed her so badly.
My hands slide up and under her leather skirt to take her panties off, I didn’t want to waist any time. I pulled them down her beautiful toned legs and throw them in a corner of the kitchen.
“Get off the counter and bend over it.” I told her as I helped her down and turned her around so her perfect ass was pressed into me.
One of my hands grabbed her waist while my other hand went to the middle of her back and gently pushed her down so she was bent over pressed down into the counter.
“You’re so perfect for me like this baby.” I praised her as I lowered myself to my knees so I could be taste her.
I wanted her skirt on while I eat her out so I just pushed it up and it was bunched up at her waist.
Having V like this, exposed and waiting for me to pleasure her is always a euphoric feeling for me I absolutely loved it.
I started to palm her ass cheeks roughly, leaving open mouth kisses on them and even biting. Here was an area I could leave all the marks I wanted too and I could tell how wet this was making her.
Veronica let out a string of moans, “please baby I need you to fuck me.” She was breathing so hard and shaking with anticipation.
She was sticking her ass out perfectly for me and her pussy was on full display so without warning I took my tongue and licked my way from her clit to her dripping wet hole.
Veronica cried out in pleasure, “yes I need more.”
“God baby you taste so good,” I moaned out. “Fucking love this pussy,” I said before I dived back in for more.
I couldn’t get enough of her, I was on my knees alternating between licking and sucking her clit and then using my tongue to fuck her pussy and I loved every second of it.
Hearing Veronica’s moans and her crying out my name in pleasure is something I’ve become addicted to.
“Kate baby, I’m so close I’m gonna fucking cum.”
I got up from my knees and pushed my body into hers, while bringing my hand to her pussy and pushing two of my fingers deep into her.
I started a relentless pace because she was already close and I wanted her to cum on my fingers. I was slamming into her pussy and bent down to speak in her ear.
“This fucking pussy belongs to me, it’s mine. You’re mine, no one will ever fuck you this good.”
V started to clench around my fingers and I could feel the gush of wetness from her pussy and I continued to fuck her through her orgasm.
“That’s right baby give it to me.” I praised her, “you’re so sexy like this.”
Veronica was starting to come down from her high and I could feel it so I slowly pulled my fingers out of her. She let out a sigh like she didn’t want me to go but to stay and keep her with that full feeling.
I brought my fingers to my mouth and I licked off the mess she had made and Veronica had turned around and was watching me suck my fingers clean of her.
“God you are crazy, how did I get so lucky.” Veronica said as she grabbed me by the neck and kissed me deeply.
I wrapped my arms around her while getting lost in our kiss because she was sucking on my tongue that wasn’t too long ago just inside her. It was so sexy but I had to pull away or I was gonna start round 2.
“Baby it’s getting late and I know you got an early practice tomorrow.”
Veronica groaned, “ugh please don’t remind me.”
I let out a laugh, “come on let’s get you in the shower and ready for bed.”
I started to move us toward the shower, “let me help you strip down babe then I’ll get your clothes ready.”
I started to slowly undress Veronica by taking her shirt and bra off and damn I was getting distracted by her boobs.
I bent down a little to give her chest a quick kiss and said, “I’m sorry baby I just can’t help myself.” I took her right tit in my hand squeezed it gently and then I took her nipple in my mouth, I just needed a taste. I sucked on it and swirled Amy tongue around it and Veronica moaned out.
I let go of her boob with a pop and apologized again, “sorry I just needed a taste.” I winked at her and told her to get in the shower.
“I love you baby,” V called out as she got in the shower and as I went to get her clothes I yelled back, “I love you too!”
I went back to the room to get her clothes ready once that was done I laid back on the bed waiting for her to get done.
I smiled to myself and thought, damn I really can’t believe she missed me just as much as I missed her tonight.
This is the morning after Kate and Veronica sleep together and the events that take place after.
Warning: 18+ smut
Kate’s POV
I woke up to my alarm going off and I grabbed my phone as fast as I could to shut it off. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I checked the time. It was 6am and we had to be on the bus by 8am to start heading to the airport to leave for Connecticut and start our four game road trip out east.
I started to stretch out my whole body while yawning and that’s when I hear a faith snoring sound next to me. I turned my head and let a soft smile take over my face as I watched Veronica fast asleep curled up in her blanket next to me.
The events from last night come back to me in flashbacks and I closed my eyes trying to envision it all over again. I licked my lips and bite my lower lip just remembering how good she tasted and her moans.
After a moment I shook my head and tried to push away all those dirty thoughts because we had to get going and I wasn’t gonna get in trouble because I was being horny.
I decided to try and wake Veronica up because I didn’t know if she had set an alarm or not.
I got closer to her and gently started to rub up and down her arm and said softly, “hey sleepyhead, we gotta get up. It’s past 6am and the bus is gonna leave in two hours, we don’t wanna be late coach would kill us.” I laughed a little and Veronica groaned, “ugh I need more sleep though.” She whined into her pillow.
Now I started to playfully shake her awake, “you can sleep on the bus or plane ride all you want, your ass needs to get up now.”
Veronica finally opened her eyes and turned her head to look at me, “okay fine I’m getting up.”
She sat up in bed with the covers over her boobs because she was still naked and because I was still laying in bed her bare back was now facing me and damn was her back just as sexy as her. She was so defined and I just wanted to run my hands all over her back muscles but she turned her head to stare at me and I saw her smirking.
“Are you checking me out?” Veronica stated.
My face started to turn a light shade of red from being caught but I tried to play it off as best as I could. “Nah, I’m just admiring there’s a difference.”
She let out a small laugh and rolled her eyes, “sure whatever you say Martin.”
Veronica started to get up from the bed to walk to the bathroom and when she did the covers fell down and off her body, leaving her beautiful body fully exposed to me and she definitely did that on purpose. I couldn’t help myself I had to stare, her ass was so perfect I didn’t wanna take my eyes off it.
Once she was in the bathroom and shut the door, I was snapped out of whatever trace she put me in.
I fell back in the bed with a thud and rubbed both hands on my face. My head started to spin with all the thoughts I had running through my head.
I couldn’t believe I actually had sex with Veronica and now I somehow have to deal with the fact that I wanna continue to do that and not make things weird between us.
But honestly I don’t know what Veronica wants from this or what this meant to her. Hell for all I know this was just a one time thing for her. Maybe she just felt sorry for me because I had gotten broken up with and she took pity on me.
Gosh that would be so embarrassing and I don’t know how I would handle that.
I quickly got up out of bed because I didn’t want to overthink anymore than I already had.
I heard the toilet flush and the door opened to the bathroom and out walked Veronica and thankfully she had put on some clothes when she was in the bathroom, so I could actually focus again.
I looked at her and said, “I’m just gonna head back to my apartment and get my bags all ready. I’ll see you in the players lounge for breakfast?”
Veronica grabbed her suitcase from the floor and put in on the bed and said, “yeah I just gotta pack a couple more things and I’ll be down for breakfast soon.”
“Okay cool, I’ll see you soon.” I stated as I turned to leave but I stopped myself in the doorway and quickly turned around to face her. “Last night was really amazing, I just wanted you to know that I had a great time and I don’t regret anything.”
Veronica stared at me and softly smiled, “yeah I had a great time too. We don’t have to figure everything out now a lot of stuff happened but we can talk more about it later.”
“For sure,” I said as I was backing away and gave her a double thumbs up. “Oh wow, okay I don’t know why I did that but I’m leaving now.”
Veronica laughed, “see ya later Kate.”
I got out of her apartment and made my way to my own. I hoped that Claire wasn’t there, I don’t think I would be able to face her right now. When I unlocked my apartment and stepped inside it was quiet, I looked around and it didn’t seem like anyone was there. I was relieved but also a little worried, I got my phone out and texted Claire just asking if she was okay.
I started to get my bags ready and about 5 minutes later I got a text message back from Claire saying she’s okay and stayed with a friend last night. Immediately after a second text from her came through asking me if I saw Veronica last night.
I stared at her text but I couldn’t message her back. I didn’t want to lie to her and I definitely couldn’t tell her the truth so I just left her on read. There was too much on my mind already, I didn’t want to start anything else.
Once my bags were all packed I took them down to the drop off area and headed to the players lounge for breakfast.
It was now around 7am and it was starting to get packed with some of my teammates already eating.
I made a plate of eggs, turkey bacon and some cottage cheese and went over to sit down with Kaitlyn and LA, two of my favorite people.
“Hey, good morning guys” I said as I sat down to start eating.
“Did anyone get a good sleep last night?” Kaitlyn asked, “I was up all night watching the food network and now I think I messed up my sleeping schedule.” She complained.
With a mouth full of turkey bacon I replied, “I slept great, like a baby actually.” I smiled and in the corner of my eye I spotted Veronica coming into the player’s lounge with Tiffany. I turned my head to watch them go get their food.
“Oh good for you, I’m honestly jealous” Kaitlyn said and started talking to LA about night time routines to help induce a restful sleep.
I couldn’t keep up with their conversation because Veronica was walking towards me with her plate of food and all I could think about was how good she looked.
She was just wearing a hoodie and sweats but she was effortlessly beautiful, I’ve always noticed that but today was different, she had a certain glow to her.
“Hey can we sit with you guys,” Veronica asked while looking at all of us but I was just focused on her eyes I didn’t even get a chance to respond.
“Yeah sit down, we were just talking about the best things to do to get a good nights sleep.” Kaitlyn said as she made room for Veronica and Tip so they could join us.
As the conversation flowed I couldn’t help myself from stealing glances at V as she sat across from me and I would sometimes catch her staring back.
“Kate what helps you sleep at night?” LA asked me and without even really thinking about it I said, “getting off or getting someone off.”
Veronica choked on her fruit she was eating when she heard what I said.
“Omg Kate you are nasty!” Kaitlyn laughed and Tip joined in, “Wow money, I didn’t know you were a freak like that.” She smirked at me and everyone started giggling.
I raised my hands in defense, “what it’s true, puts me right to bed after so much physical activity.” I winked at Tip and we laughed.
I noticed Veronica was being kinda quiet so I wanted to tease her a little bit and so I asked her jokingly, “What about you V, does doing the deed help you sleep.”
I was expecting her to laugh it off and say something smart back but she kept a straight face and said, “no not at all, what actually helps me is writing in my journal to clear my head before bed. You should try it Kaitlyn.”
“Thank you V for some real advice, I appreciate that girl.”
We all went back to eating and continued with our conversations but I couldn’t help but feel like I over stepped with the question I asked Veronica, I wanted to apologize but I didn’t know how.
So after breakfast we cleaned up after ourselves and started heading to the bus. I sat near the back and made sure to leave space for Veronica but as she was walking down the bus aisle she passed me and took a seat next to KT.
I tried not to think too much of it but I was getting worried. To not stress myself out too much I just put my AirPods in, turned on my favorite playlist and closed my eyes as we drove to the Airport.
Once we got off the bus the team started heading toward the charter plane, I walked up to Veronica and apologized. I grabbed her arm so I could get her attention but she quickly pulled her arm back like it burned when I touched her. I looked at her confused but just continued with my apology.
“Hey I’m sorry for this morning at breakfast, I was just being stupid.” I said nervously as I rubbed the back of my neck.
Veronica quickly replied, “don’t even worry about it.” Not even looking me in the eyes but looking around and staring at everyone who was near us like she didn’t want people to hear what we were talking about.
“Okay cool,” I said slowly, “thought you were mad at me or something, you didn’t sit next to me on the bus.” I fake pouted and tried to give my puppy dog eyes but Veronica wasn’t having it at all.
She looked at me like she was pissed, “yeah so what? I don’t have to sit with you, it’s not like we’re together.”
My heart felt a little twist and my face fell just slightly but I recovered as fast as I could.
“Yeah I know, my bad I’m just being dumb.”
I tried to play it off and just continued to walk toward the plane. My stomach was in knots and I felt like I wanted to disappear.
The flight was a 4 hour plane ride and I decided to just sit in the back and get some sleep. I didn’t want to be around everyone right now and try to fake a smile and laugh with all my teammates. When all I wanted to do was forget everything. I don’t know how things went so bad so fast, I wish I could fix it but I don’t know how.
I was stupid to think Veronica would like me, it was probably just a one time thing for her.
I just wanted to black out and that’s what it felt like the whole plane ride and then the team bus ride to the hotel.
It was a blur until we were all in the lobby and coach Nat was calling out names for assigned rooms and roommates.
“Okay listen for your name and room number,” she yelled. “Burton, Martin Room 243,” she called out and hearing that made my head snap up and I looked at Veronica.
She was staring back at me and I couldn’t read her face. I couldn’t tell if she was excited or pissed we had to share a room. I had forgotten that we were going to share a room on this road trip and I was happy before about it but now I was kinda terrified.
I walked up to coach Nat and took our key cards for the room and started to head up so I could put my bag away. I looked at Veronica and she started to follow me to the elevator.
Once we were inside we still hadn’t said a word to each other and after the way she spoke to me, I didn’t want to talk to her.
We walked in silence to our room and once I got the door open I went to the bed closest to the window and put my bag down on it.
I took my shoes off and laid on the bed with my back to the headboard and started scrolling on my phone.
I could feel Veronica staring at me and she was first to break the silence, she huffed and sat on the end of my bed next to my feet.
“I’m sorry okay,” she said looking down at her hands. “I shouldn’t have snapped on you earlier, I’m just so scared and that’s when I start pushing people away.”
She finally looked up at me with tears in her eyes, “and I don’t want to push you away Kate.”
Her voice cracked and I’ve never seen Veronica like this, scared and vulnerable she’s always so strong.
I immediately moved to wrap her up in my arms and hold her tight.
“It’s okay,” I whispered to her, “I’m scared too. You’re not alone, I promise.”
Veronica moves her hands to grab my face so I’m staring right into her beautiful brown eyes that have some tears threatening to fall from the corner.
“I’m so scared of you, of what you could do to me. I didn’t want this to happen, I tried so hard to fight these feelings for you. But I couldn’t help it,” she confessed. “And when you told me you had broken up with Claire I was hopeful. What a sick person am I to think like that?”
I grabbed Veronica’s hands that were on my cheeks and held them close to my chest and told her, “Stop, you’re not a bad person for wanting. I’m the one who wanted to kiss you last night I wanted you, all of you.”
Veronica shook her head and broke our eye contact, “I should have been smarter in the situation and said no. We’re teammates Kate, this isn’t gonna end well.”
“Why?” I asked her quietly, “we can’t let our fears control us because even tho I’m scared too for what the future holds, it’d kill me to just go back to being friends with you.”
I held her face so she could look at me again, “last night wasn’t just a random hookup for me, it’s something I’ve wanted for a long time and I didn’t even know how much I truly even wanted it until I kissed you.”
Veronica looked at me with her brown eyes that were soft but also broken. She spoke in a hushed voice like she didn’t even want to say it, “what happened last night can’t happen again.”
I shook my head, “no, don’t say that. You don’t even believe what you’re saying.” My voice started to rise because I didn’t want to hear all that bullshit because it was also breaking my heart.
“Say it meant nothing to you and I’ll leave right now,” I said as I got closer to her on the bed.
She looked at me and I hoped she could see how serious I was.
I moved even closer, our bodies just inches apart and I was so close to her beautiful face.
I stared down at her lips and spoke in a hushed tone, “if you don’t want this, tell me to stop right now.”
I looked into her eyes and grabbed her face, “tell me to stop and I promise I will. But if you don’t, I’m going to kiss you again.”
I closed my eyes and leaned in slowly to give her time to protest but she never did.
Once our lips met in a gentle kiss, I heard Veronica let out a low moan and that sparked something in me.
Without breaking our kiss, I led Veronica to lay back on the bed so I could deepen our kiss. As soon as she opened her mouth our tongues met and fought for dominance. I ultimately won and explored her mouth, we were both moaning into each other’s mouths.
Our hands were all over each other and I wanted to get Veronica out of her clothes so badly. Seems like she had the same idea for me too because she tugged on my shirt and said, “off take it off.”
I sat up and quickly grabbed the bottom of my shirt and effortlessly pulled it up over my body, leaving me in my sports bra. I also got up to get out of my pants but left my panties on.
I felt Veronica’s eyes on me, I looked down at her and caught her biting her lip while staring at my abs.
I smirked at her and got a filthy idea that I needed to make a reality.
“Come on, let’s get you out of those clothes,” I breathed out and immediately Veronica started taking her shirt off and throwing it to the corner of the room. She looked amazing in her sports bra but I pulled it up and off her to expose her breasts.
She was so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself and eagerly latch my mouth on to her right nipple to suck and started to play with her boobs.
Veronica was letting out the most delicious moans and I didn’t want to stop but I started to kiss down her body and moved my hands to take her sweatpants and panties off. I wanted her completely naked and she got the hint and started to kick off her last pieces of clothing.
Once she was completely naked I positioned myself in front of her and spread her legs open so I could lay on top of her.
“Mmm fuck,” I let out a moan when our centers touched even tho I still had my panties on I could feel the wetness from her pussy.
“We’re so fucking wet V, you want this just as much as me don’t you?” I said in the crock of her neck as I grinded my hips down into hers.
Veronica moaned loudly, “yes, I want you so badly baby please.”
I bite down hard on her neck and then soothed the sensitive skin with my tongue. Veronica was whimpering and grabbed her face to look at her.
“If you want me so badly, take it.” I told her and rolled us over to switch positions. I now was under Veronica with her on top straddling my hips.
I looked up at her and smirked, “I saw you starting at my abs.” I slowly ran my hands up and down her thighs, “fuck yourself on them, cum on me” I told her.
“I wanna see you completely lose yourself in pleasure while using my body.”
Veronica visibly shook on top of me and moaned out, “I’m not going to last long.” She looked a little embarrassed admitting that but I didn’t care, all I wanted was to make her feel good.
“I don’t care as long as you cum,” I said breathlessly and grabbed her by the hips so I could place her wet pussy on my abs.
Once she was comfortable and in a good position on top of me she started to grind down and I made sure to flex my abs as she moved her hips back and forth, her wet pussy making the most amazing sounds.
It was the hottest thing to watch, Veronica was lost in her own pleasure and chasing that high with her hips snapping hard with each thrust.
I grabbed two both of her ass cheeks and forced her to fuck my abs even faster.
“That’s right baby, just like that. Keep fucking that pussy on me.”
She cried out and let out a loud moan as she through her head back. “I’m so close, fuck I’m going to cum.”
I couldn’t look away, she was so beautiful and I knew right then and there that I couldn’t let this go. Whatever this was between us, I was going to fight for it.
“Come on baby, by a good girl and cum for me.” I encouraged her and with one more hard snap of her hips Veronica was cumming on top of me. Her body shook with her orgasm and I could feel her juices spilling out on to my abs.
I leaned up to hold her in my arms and kissed her lips while she came down from her high.
I laid her down on the bed and we just held each other in silence for a couple of minutes, basking in the feeling of one another.
I didn’t want to ruin the moment but I had to bring us back to reality, so I finally spoke up and broke the silence.
“You know team dinner is probably going to start soon, we should get ready for that.” I said to her and Veronica started to move off the bed and look for her clothes.
“Yeah you’re right, we should.” She said as she put back on her shirt and her sweatpants, I also started to put some clothes back on.
Veronica started to head to the restroom to freshen up and I heard the shower turn on.
As she was taking her shower, I was contemplating on what I was going to say to her once she got out.
I heard the shower turn off and she came out of the bathroom with just a towel on and I couldn’t focus for a second but I pushed any dirty thoughts away and stepped toward her to speak up.
“I know things are complicated now between us but I’m willing to work through it and see where this goes.” I said nervously even though I was trying to be confident.
Veronica looked at me carefully like she was think of the right thing to say, “I’ve done the whole WNBA girlfriend thing with Emily and you know it didn’t end well.”
I was going to interrupt her with fact that I’m nothing like her ex but she continued, “but you’re different Kate and I wanna try to work through this too.” She looked up at me with a shy smile.
I wrapped her in a hug and said, “we will take things slow and we don’t have to go public or anything like that. Our business is our own, I just wanna get to know you better deeper.”
“Thank you,” Veronica whispered and hugged me back tighter. We stayed like that for a moment.
“We should head down to eat soon because I’m starving and I know you worked up an appetite.” I said smirking and couldn’t help but laugh.
Veronica pulled away from the hug and playfully hit my arm, “shut your mouth! You’re so annoying.” She complained but was smiling.
“Also put some damn clothes on before I change my mind and decided I’m actually hungry for something only you have.”
I raised my eyebrows at Veronica and she was smirking, “wow Tip was right you really are freaky!”
I laughed and sat on the bed, “it’s not my fault when you look that good.”
We continued to tease each other and talk while we got ready to head down to team dinner. And I couldn’t help myself but in that moment it felt like everything would work out.
“She fucking likes you Kate and I’m tired of having to act like I don’t notice anymore.” Never could have I imagined having this conversation as I was pacing around my room, looking for some essentials I needed for a three game road trip we had coming up.
But hearing that made me stop dead in my tracks and I turned around to look up at my girlfriend I’ve loved for over a year now, “Babe, what the hell are you talking about?” I said offended she would even think of something like that.
Claire was pissed as she stomped toward me “Don’t act dumb with me I see the way she stares at you, how she laughs like you’re the funniest damn person in the room. I’m done pretending like I don’t see it, I can’t do it anymore.”
I was so taken aback from this sudden outburst, but I guess telling Claire that I was rooming with Veronica for our road trip sparked this horrible conversation that I didn’t want any part of.
“Baby please,” I tried to console her as I went to wrap my arms around her in a hug but she pushed me away.
I looked at her with hurt in my eyes and a heavy heart, “You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you Claire. Veronica and I are friends that’s true but nothing more. We’re teammates, she’s my coworker damn it, I have to get along with her. I can’t just stop talking to her because you feel some type of way.”
I sighed and sat on the bed. What I said was true, Veronica has become one of my closest friends on the team. I didn’t know I was going to have such a strong bond with her but both of us being picked in the expansion draft and making history as an expansion team has connected us in a way that was undeniable.
Sure Veronica was beautiful inside and out but I couldn’t think of being with a teammate that way, even if she did look insanely tempting in her compression shirt sticking to her body after a hard practice.
Fuck maybe Claire was on to something but I pushed that thought away quickly as I laid back on the bed staring up at the ceiling.
I felt sick to my stomach, I hated confrontation and arguing with Claire always put me in a bad mood. Recently we’ve been getting into more little disagreements but this felt different, more serious like I couldn’t just fix this with some flowers and a kiss.
Claire sat on the bed next to me, close but not touching staring off into the distance and said the words I was dreading to hear, “I think we should break up.”
The words hit me like a bullet to the chest, I guess I couldn’t say I didn’t see it coming but it hurt all the same. I loved her, but the writing was on the walls. She wasn’t happy here in the bay with me, I knew she was home sick and missing her friends and life back in Boston. I was honestly stupid to think I could make our relationship work through all that and then add the fact that she thinks one of my teammates likes me, yeah I was getting dumped one way or another.
I swallowed hard, sat up to look her in the eyes and grabbed her hands. I rubbed my thumb across her hand comfortingly, “Yeah you’re right, we should break up. If that’s what you want, I won’t stop you. I just hope you know that I’ll always have love for you Claire and I just want you to be happy.”
My voice was shaking and we both were staring at each other with glossy eyes as she said, “I think this will be for the best, I love you Kate.” Claire leaned in and kissed my cheek that was stained with a single tear that I couldn’t help from falling.
I quickly got up from the bed and started walking toward the door.
“I’m gonna head out for the night, give you some space so you can start packing your things.” As I was leaving I heard Claire call my name but I didn’t turn back. I made sure I had my phone and I walked out, I didn’t wanna talk anymore.
As soon as I got out I started walking toward the one apartment I probably shouldn’t have. The whole team lived in the provided team housing so we all lived in the same apartment complex, it wasn’t hard to go up two flights of stairs and knock on Veronica’s door.
After the first couple of knocks I didn’t get an answer, so I knocked louder and said, “Hey V, it’s me open up!”
A few seconds later the door opened and there stood Veronica, in all her glory wiping the sleep out of her eyes in her pajamas which was just a pair of boxers and a north western shirt with no bra. Her nipples were poking through the fabric, I couldn’t fucking take my eyes off them and instantly licked my lips.
I broke out of my trance when I heard Veronica’s voice, “Kate what the hell are you doing here? It’s late and we gotta be up early tomorrow for the bus.”
Honestly I didn’t know what I was doing here, maybe I just wanted to prove to myself that there wasn’t anything that Claire needed to worry about when it came to Veronica and me.
I rubbed the back of my neck and looked at Veronica apologetically, “I’m sorry for waking you, I just wanted to see you. Some shit went down and I need a place to crash.”
Veronica looked concerned, “Come in, you can sleep on the couch no problem, but you gotta tell me what’s going on.”
She let me in her apartment and led me to sit down on the couch with her. “What’s wrong, you look like you’ve been crying.” Veronica grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes and I couldn’t stop myself from tearing up a bit.
“Claire and I broke up,” I said softly. “We were arguing about something and it just escalated. I couldn’t stay at my apartment, I’m sorry I even came over here and now dumping all of this on you. I just didn’t know where else to go.”
Veronica shut me up with a tight hug that I wasn’t expecting, “shhh you know you can always come here.” She whispered softly next to my ear. She broke the hug to look me in my eyes, “I’m sorry Kate, I can’t believe that even happened y’all are like the perfect couple.”
I laughed half heartedly, “that’s ironic you think that.”
“What do you mean?” Veronica was staring at me and I looked at her lips for a split second and wondered if they felt just as soft as they looked.
I shook my head and those thoughts away and said, “you were actually the something we were arguing over.”
Veronica looked shocked and confused at the same time, “what, why would you two be arguing over me?”
“Claire thinks you like me.” I said and I could feel Veronica freeze. “Don’t worry V I know it’s stupid and I told her we are just friends, she obviously doesn’t believe me. But I think the truth is she was unhappy here, I think she was just looking for an excuse to end things so she could go back to Chicago.”
“Are you okay?” Veronica asked me with this gentleness that I’m not use to.
I looked at her brown eyes and gave a weak smile, “I will be. Right now I’m honestly just grateful for you and letting me stay here I really appreciate it.”
“Anything you need I’m here for you.” She squeezed my hand and began to form a smirk, “also don’t know why Claire would think I’m into you, you’re lame.”
I faked gasped, “wow already making jokes, it’s way too early!”
We both laughed and it was easy to be like this with Veronica, light and fun.
“It’s getting late, we should head to bed soon.” Veronica mentioned as she was getting up from the couch and I looked up at her with the best puppy dog eyes I could muster and said, “Yeah we should go to bed but this couch is really lumpy, can I sleep with you.”
“What?!” She looked at me like I was crazy and I said, “Sleep in your bed! Not sleep with you,” I laughed nervously, “I just wanna sleep in your bed too, it’s softer than this brick of a couch.”
Veronica was now laughing at me and I don’t blame her, I was making a fool of myself.
“Yeah whatever Martin, you can sleep in my bed but no touching!” She giggled as she went into her room.
“Omg shut up” I said as I got up to follow her. Her room was dark and Veronica was climbing into bed.
“Come on, I got a spot right here for you.” She was tapping the left side of the bed
“Okay you can stop tapping the bed, you’re making me feel like a dog!” I said as I was crawling into her bed and Veronica started laughing again. Damn I love making her laugh, she laughs like I’m the funniest person in the whole world. I remember Claire said something like that.
“You know I also like sleeping on the right side of the bed so as a guest you should give it up to me.” I said with a smirk and started to climb over Veronica to switch spots.
“Oh hell no, this is my side of the bed!” She jokingly yelled as she tried pushing me off of her. But I straddled her waist and grabbed both her wrists and pinned them down on the either side of her head.
I was staring down at her smirking, “you’re not stronger than me V.”
As I said those words Veronica lifted her hips and jerked them up to try and throw me off balance but all it did was create a friction so perfect and delicious that I closed my eyes and moaned right on top of her.
“Mmm fuck,” I couldn’t help myself, when her hips met mine it just felt too good.
So good, I wasn’t thinking properly when I grounded my hips down on her to feel and chase that friction again.
This time Veronica let out a low moan and hearing her made me open my eyes and stare at the beautiful woman below me.
I still had her wrists pinned to the bed but as I lowered myself on her I let go of her wrists and dragged my hands up to her hold her face.
I pressed our foreheads together and with me fully laying on top of her she took her hands and held my waist keeping me in place.
We were so close, our breathing started to synchronize and our lips were so close, one move and I could taste her lips.
I broke our silence by ducking my head into her neck begging, “I want you. I want to taste you so badly V, please let me make you feel good.”
All Veronica could do was moan, she hadn’t been this turned on in her life. She could feel the wetness start to pool and all she was wearing was her boxer briefs and a shirt that she wanted to rip off.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked Veronica before even responding Veronica grabbed my neck and pulled me toward her beautiful soft full lips. The second our lips touched we both moaned into each other’s mouths. I let my tongue explore her mouth while my hands explored her body.
I always knew Veronica had a great body but touching it like this was a whole new experience.
“God V you’re so fucking beautiful,” I moaned out while taking her shirt off and having her breasts exposed to me for the first. I put one of her nipples in my mouth to bite and suck on while twisting and pinching the other.
“Fuck Kate, that feels so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Veronica was begging and grinding her hips up into me, she was so desperate and it was the sexiest thing ever.
“I want you out of these.” I said as I tugged on her boxers and she shoved them down and kicked them off. She opened her legs for me and I was met was a holy site.
V was exposed fully to me now, her pussy was trimmed and dripping with anticipation. My mouth instantly began to water, I needed to taste her. I swallowed hard and licked my lips as I knelt in between her legs and began leaving open mouth kisses on her tummy.
“Can I taste you?” I asked as I was lowering my kisses and looked up at her with eyes full of desire.
Veronica was staring down at me with just as much want, she wet her lips, bit her bottom lip and nodded her head yes.
“Fuck yes, please. I need you Kate.” She said breathlessly and grabbed a fist full of sheets while aching her back and threw her head back on the bed in anticipation.
I couldn’t believe how desperate Veronica was for me, it turned me on so much all I could do was moan into the soft skin of her inner thighs, so close to where I wanted to be.
I snaked both my arms under each thigh and wrapped them over so I could get a good grip and keep her legs nice and wide open for me.
I began kissing her inner thighs and slowly moving my way up to her dripping pussy.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this.” I said as I bit her inner right thigh and soothed it with my tongue quickly.
Veronica cried out, “stop teasing me damn it.”
I couldn’t help but smirk, she was so impatient.
But I didn’t want to make her wait any longer so I laid my tongue flat on the entrance of her pussy and licked all the way up to her clit. I played with her clit alternating between sucking and slow long licks while Veronica grabbed my hair to keep me in place so she could grind her hips into my mouth.
“Fuck V you taste amazing,” I moaned into her pussy and that made her pull my hair harder and push my head closer to her dripping center.
“I wanna cum on your tongue,” Veronica cried out as her hips continued to grind up into my mouth cashing her own orgasm.
I moaned into her pussy hearing how desperate she was to cum but I wanted to please her just as much so I moved my tongue to her entrance and began to fuck her pussy. I went as deep as my tongue could go and every time I did my nose was hitting her clit perfect creating a friction that was driving Veronica over the edge.
“Yes baby just like that, don’t you dare fucking stop. I’m so close, I wanna cum all over your pretty face.”
My god Veronica had such a dirty mouth, I wasn’t expecting it but I loved it. It drove me wild and wanted to give her everything she craved. I began to fuck her pussy even harder with my tongue and I brought my fingers up to rub her clit quickly back and forward and that sent her over the edge.
“Oh fuck baby, I’m cuming” Veronica cried out as her body was sent into shockwaves and spams.
I held her close and let her rid out her orgasm as I slowly cleaned her up. Softly licking up the mess she made, savoring her taste and the sounds she made as she came back down to reality.
I kissed my way up Veronica’s body and grabbed her face so I could look into her eyes and they were so far gone, she was spent.
“Hey, you still with me?” I asked with a smirk and laughed.
She smacked my arm, “oh shut up, you’re so annoying.” Veronica said but couldn’t hide her smile.
While still on top of her I grinned back, “I’m just checking because we got a game coming up and we need the star point guard.” I leaned down to kiss her cheek sweetly.
Veronica turned to face me and grabbed my neck to bring our lips together in a kiss that wasn’t rushed but deep and passionate. I didn’t want to stop kissing her but I needed to breathe and catch my breath. So I pulled away but not too far and breathlessly warned her, “if we keep kissing like this V, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from going further. We gotta get some rest for the game tomorrow.”
Veronica looked at me a little disappointed but with an understanding, “You’re right, we need to sleep and I am pretty tired.”
I rolled off her and laid close next to her so I was still touching her skin and huffed, “oh you can say that again. I’m beat too, honestly my head is a little sore from the death grip you had on it.” I say while trying to hold in my laugh.
Veronica covered her face with her hands in embarrassment and started to laugh.
“You’re never going to let me forget this are you?”
I looked at her smiling, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself I had to tease you just a little bit.”
Veronica rolled her eyes, “Oh my goodness go to sleep Kate or I’m going to kick you out and you can crash at Kaitlyn’s!”
“Whoa okay fine, I’ll go to sleep!” I pouted “Can I at least cuddle you?” I asked Veronica with my best puppy dog eyes that I know she can’t resist.
“Yeah come here,” Veronica got into a comfortable position and I came in behind her to be the big spoon. Her ass was pushed up right again my center and I loved it, I wrapped my arm around her waist and just soaked in the fact that I was this close to her.
“Goodnight V”, I whispered and she hummed and wished me a goodnight.
I didn’t know how we would navigate this new found part of our relationship but I knew in the morning we would figure something out. But all I know now is that I don’t wanna go back to being just friends with Veronica.
I yawned as I hold her closer to my chest and I fall fast asleep listening to the beating of her heart.
Disclaimer: This is my first time writing a fic! Any feedback is welcome. Friends -> lovers, Caitlin's gay-awakening. I obviously don't own any of the rights to these characters etc.
This one is mostly smut xo
NSFW: Wlw, fxf etc, smut, all that good stuff.
March Madness P1 Freshman Year
It started the night before March Madness began.
Not on the court. Not in film study. Not even in the long, sleepless hotel rooms that smelled like cheap detergent and recycled air.
It started in Caitlin’s body.
In the ache she couldn’t outrun.
In the hunger that lived under her skin like a second, wilder heart.
She tried.
God, she tried.
Shot until her arms burned.
Lifted until her quads screamed.
Counted calories like prayers.
Ran film until her vision blurred.
But none of it drowned it out.
None of it quieted the way she still felt Kate’s hands ghosting over her skin.
The way her body lit up at the thought of her.
It wasn’t mental anymore.
It wasn’t even emotional.
It was cellular.
She showered too long, scalded her skin until it stung, and still crawled into bed feeling like her body wasn’t hers anymore.
It was Kate’s.
It had been Kate’s since January. Since the first time Caitlin had let herself say yes without calculating what she had to trade for it.
She hadn't touched her in days.
Not properly. Not the way she wanted.
Ever since before the Big Ten Tournament, Caitlin had been the one who set the boundary.
"I just need a little space during games," she'd said, palms pressed to Kate’s chest like she could push them both back into sanity.
Kate had nodded — understanding, steady, perfect. But now?
Now Caitlin was wrecked.
So wrecked she couldn't breathe properly without replaying what it felt like to straddle Kate's thigh. To bury her face against Kate’s neck and sob through coming harder than she thought she was capable of.
So wrecked she was grinding against the mattress like a fucking teenager — desperate, furious, miserable.
None of it stopped the restless throb between her legs — the low, crawling heat that had nothing to do with game day adrenaline.
She wasn’t thinking about UConn.
Wasn’t thinking about the bracket.
Wasn’t thinking about the headlines or the haters or the pressure.
She was thinking about Kate.
Only Kate.
Kate’s hand gripping her hip.
Kate’s voice in her ear — low, steady, wrecking — whispering, "Let go for me."
Kate’s mouth dragging slow, reverent kisses down her body like prayer.
Caitlin shoved the covers off her body, trembling, heart pounding.
She made it until midnight.
She made it until the lights were off and her roommate — a freshman forward — snored two beds over.
She got up and turned on the shower.
Locked the door.
Not because she wanted to. Because she had to. Because if she didn’t, she was going to tear her own skin off.
She stripped fast, reckless. Turning the water up so hot it stung.
The second the spray hit her skin, Caitlin braced one hand against the cheap tile wall, chest heaving, body already vibrating with a hunger so deep it felt like it was eating her alive.
Caitlin squeezed her thighs together, desperate and ruined.
One hand slipped lower — frantic, rough, almost cruel.
Her body was alive.
Screaming.
Pulsing.
She didn’t tease herself.
Didn’t take her time.
She attacked it.
Slipped two fingers over her clit — harsh, shaky, half a breath from sobbing — chasing the memory of Kate’s mouth, Kate’s thigh, Kate’s voice fucking her into dust.
There was no calculation anymore.
No plan.
No performance.
Only Kate.
Kate’s mouth against her throat.
Kate’s hands dragging her shirt up, slow and clumsy.
Kate whispering, "Come here, baby," low.
She slid three fingers inside herself — fast, frantic, no rhythm — just chasing it, chasing her, chasing the edge she could never quite reach without thinking of Kate.
She wasn’t patient. She wasn’t soft. She fucked herself like she was trying to tear the want out by force.
She bit into her own forearm to stay silent, teeth sinking deep enough to leave a mark.
She rubbed tight, desperate circles over her clit — gasping against the tile — riding her own hand like it could save her.
She was wrecked.
Feral.
Gone.
Every breath came ragged.
Every nerve in her body screamed for one thing, one person.
Kate.
Kate.
Kate.
She came hard. Harder than she meant to.
No moan. No gasp.
Just a full-body convulsion against the slick tile. Silent. Shattering.
It ripped through her — brutal and hot and endless — and still, when it ended, the need stayed.
And still it wasn’t enough.
Still, the wanting stayed.
Still, her body shook with it — with the wild, awful truth of it:
She had never wanted anything like she wanted Kate. She had never wanted anyone like she wanted Kate. She had never even known it was possible to need like this. To ache this way. To burn so stupid and wrecked and raw inside her own skin. Just a shudder that ripped through her like she was trying to tear herself in half.
Her whole life, Caitlin had treated her body like a machine. Something to discipline.
Something to control. She had starved it. Pushed it. Demanded it perform without asking what it needed.
And now?
Now it wanted. Now it begged. Now it screamed for Kate with every goddamn breath. There was no controlling it anymore. No shutting it off. No shoving it back down.
There was only this: the truth that had been waiting under her skin all along.
You are not a machine.You are not a brand.You are a girl who wants.You are a body that craves.
And she craved Kate.
Her mouth.
Her hands.
Her voice, low and rough against her throat, saying "Mine, Caitlin. Mine."
Caitlin sank to her knees in the shower, water scalding her back, hands trembling uselessly in her lap.
She scrubbed her skin raw.
Tried to wash the wanting out of her.
Tried to scrub herself back into someone who deserved to lead tomorrow.
It didn’t work.
It never worked.
She wasn’t strong enough to fight it anymore. Wasn’t stupid enough to pretend she wanted to.
She closed her eyes.
And it was Kate there. Always Kate.
Kate’s hand gripping her thigh. Kate’s mouth brushing her collarbone. Kate’s laugh — that stupid, cocky, wrecking laugh — when Caitlin begged without meaning to.
She pressed her forehead to her knees. Breathed through the ache.
And for the first time in her life, she didn’t hate herself for needing.
She just missed her. Missed her so much it broke her wide open.
And she stayed like that — ruined, shaking, alive — until the water ran cold and the world came back.
—---------
She slammed two iced coffees at breakfast.
Chirped at the freshman who cut her off in the bagel line.
Almost bit off her own tongue during team prayer.
Kate kept sneaking glances at her — that little frown between her eyebrows that only came out when she knew Caitlin was spiraling — but she didn’t say anything.
She just bumped her shoulder once during warmups.
Caitlin flinched like she’d been shot.
The first half was ugly.
Caitlin missed her first two threes. Got bodied hard on a layup. Bitched at the ref enough to get a warning.
Kate grabbed her wrist during a timeout. Pressed her forehead briefly to Caitlin’s.
"You're okay," she whispered. "You're right here."
Caitlin shook her off — not mean — just raw.
She knew she was being a bitch.
She knew Kate was trying.
She just couldn't stop vibrating.
In the second half, they pulled away.
Caitlin found her shot.
Step-back three.
Deep transition pull-up.
No-look dime to Gabby under the rim.
She was flying.
High on adrenaline.
High on her own body.
High on everything she had no fucking clue how to contain anymore.
Kate caught a rebound and sprinted up beside her — bumping her hip, grinning, flushed, so pretty, so pretty, fuck—
And Caitlin snapped. She didn’t care if it was crazy. She didn’t care if it was reckless. She needed Kate to feel it. To know it. To carry it in her body too.
No warning.
No filter.
No mercy.
She leaned in — quick, breathless, feral — and whispered under her breath, grinning like a maniac: "I fucked myself in the shower last night thinking about riding your thigh."
Kate’s whole body seized.
She tripped mid-sprint. Nearly lost the ball. Eyes wide, cheeks flaming, hands flailing like she’d been shoved.
Gabby shrieked from the wing, "YO! PASS!"
Kate passed blindly. Somehow. By the grace of God.
Her ears were pink. Her hands were shaking.
Caitlin sprinted past her, laughing under her breath — wild, high, out of her goddamn mind — feeling the wreckage of what she’d just done buzz through her bloodstream like a drug.
Eastern Michigan stood no chance.
They won by twenty.
No one saw the real battle.
The battle Caitlin had already won — the moment she whispered in her ear and watched her fall apart.
The box score looked perfect.
But Caitlin still felt destroyed.
Every time she looked across the court and saw Kate, her chest tightened.
Every time Kate brushed against her — catching her waist after a rebound, bumping shoulders in the huddle — her body sparked like dry kindling.
She played hard. She played angry.
And when they won, she hugged Kate quickly and fiercely and shoved it all back down.
—---
Kate didn’t speak to her.
Not in the handshake line.
Not in the locker room.
Not on the bus.
She just stared at her — wild-eyed, shell-shocked, pink-eared — like Caitlin had personally reached into her chest and pulled her heart out.
Caitlin knew exactly what she was doing.
She didn't feel sorry about it. Not even a little.
If she had to suffer, so did Kate.
Later that night, Kate lay on top of the covers in her hotel room, staring at the ceiling like it personally offended her.
The TV played some crime procedural in the background — muffled gunshots, clunky dialogue — but she didn’t hear a word of it.
All she could hear was Caitlin's voice.
That stupid, fucking, cocky whisper.
I fucked myself in the shower last night thinking about riding your thigh.
Kate groaned into her pillow.
She wasn’t even touching herself. Couldn’t.
Every time she tried, she heard Caitlin’s laugh again — low, breathless, triumphant — and her whole body twitched like she was about to crawl out of her own skin.
Kate groaned into her pillow. She was so gone for her it wasn't even funny. She wasn't used to this.
Not the wanting — that was normal. Not even the needing — she’d been in love with Caitlin Clark for months now.
It was the losing control part.
The way one fucking sentence had ripped her right out of her body.
The way her hands still shook.
The way she could feel Caitlin’s smirk burning into her ribs even now.
Kate jammed a pillow over her face and groaned.
She was going to die.
Caitlin was actually going to kill her.
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow they had to pretend to be normal again.
—------------------
The next morning at breakfast, Kate was a disaster.
She dropped her fork twice.
Tipped over her coffee.
Nearly bit through her lip trying not to stare at Caitlin across the table.
Caitlin, of course, was a menace.
Loose hoodie. Hair still damp from a shower. Grinning like she owned the fucking world.
She caught Kate’s eye once — just once — and winked.
Kate’s whole soul left her body.
McKenna elbowed her. "You good?"
Kate choked on her orange juice. "Fine."
Caitlin smirked into her yogurt like she hadn't just turned Kate into a living crime scene.
—----
Pregame warmups weren’t better.
Kate tried to stay locked in — run her drills, lead stretches, keep the energy up.
Caitlin was not helping.
She kept brushing against Kate.
Tiny touches.
A hand at her waist during defensive slides.
A bump against her hip after a made three.
A grin, loose and wild and devastating, every time Kate so much as looked at her.
By the time they circled up for the final pregame talk, Kate’s heart was hammering so hard she thought everyone could hear it.
—-------
The first half was pure torture.
Caitlin played like a goddamn demon.
Loose. Cocky. Reckless in the way only she could get away with.
Every time she nailed a three, she found Kate — eyes bright, mouth open around a gasp that was almost a moan.
Kate boxed out. She rebounded. She hustled.
She didn’t let herself think about it.
But it was there.
Burning under her skin.
Caitlin would run past her and bump her shoulder, just lightly, and it would feel like being set on fire.
Kate was gonna lose her mind.
Or her dignity.
Or both.
Halftime couldn’t come fast enough. They hit the locker room up by twelve.
Coach barked out instructions. The assistants handed out Gatorade.
Caitlin jogged past Kate to grab a towel — eyes dark, cheeks flushed, alive — and brushed her fingers across Kate’s wrist.
Just a graze.
Barely there.
Kate almost dropped her bottle.
Almost grabbed her right there by the hoodie strings and pinned her to the locker.
Instead she bit the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted blood.
Caitlin caught her eye.
Grinned.
Winked.
Kate swore under her breath and stared at the ground like it might save her.
—--
Second half was worse.
Caitlin didn’t ease up.
Not on the court.
Not on Kate.
She dropped another fifteen points like it was nothing — and every time she celebrated, every time she sprinted back down the court, she sent Kate one look.
Hot.
Daring.
Kate was gonna lose it.
Actually lose it.
Not on the court. Not at the game.
Later.
When she was alone.
When Caitlin wasn’t looking.
When the only thing left was her hands and the stupid, breathless memory of Caitlin laughing in her ear:
I fucked myself in the shower last night thinking about riding your thigh.
Kate wanted to die.
Or live.
Or both.
—--
After the win, the handshake line blurred.
Caitlin hugged her in the middle of the chaos — sweaty and smiling and fucking perfect — and Kate almost dropped her knees right there on the hardwood.
Caitlin pressed her mouth against Kate’s ear — quick, private, just between them — and whispered: "I love you."
Her heart was still pounding when she sat down in the locker room and dropped her head into her hands. "You're gonna kill me," she muttered.
Caitlin just smirked.
And Kate knew —
God help her —
this was only the beginning.
The locker room still pulsed with noise when Caitlin stumbled back in — cheeks flushed, jersey soaked, grinning so wide it hurt.
Music blasted from somebody’s speaker. Sneakers squeaked against the wet tile. Gatorade splashed against the walls.
Kate sat slumped against the bench, breathing heavy, still flushed from the win, still vibrating from the fucking whisper Caitlin had dropped on her mid-game.
Her mouth tasted like salt and madness.
Caitlin stripped her jersey off slow — too slow — pulling it over her head, hair sticking up in sweaty clumps. Her sports bra clung to her skin, damp and translucent.
Kate looked up. Looked away. Looked back.
A towel snapped near her head. McKenna shrieked with laughter. Someone dumped half a bottle of water down Gabby’s back. Jada leapt over a bench.
The chaos blurred.
All Kate could see was Caitlin.
Bare skin. Damp hair. Eyes glittering with something wild and merciless.
The noise faded until it felt like they were breathing underwater — loud in their own bodies, drowning in everything they couldn’t say.
Kate’s hands clenched into fists on her knees.
Caitlin dropped her jersey onto the bench. Walked — slow, deliberate — toward the showers.
She didn’t look back.
Kate didn’t even pretend to hesitate.
The showers were still running — a few — but no voices echoed anymore. No footsteps.
It didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered but the ache pounding in both of them.
Then Kate shoved her backward — hard — until Caitlin’s spine hit the cold tile wall with a thud.
Caitlin gasped — not from fear. From recognition.
From the knowing.
From the way Kate’s mouth crashed against hers like a threat and a promise all at once.
The second they were past the tile threshold Caitlin slammed the faucet open, letting the water roar to life.
Kate barely had time to blink before Caitlin grabbed her by the collar and kissed her — brutal, hot, filthy — under the pounding spray.
Kate gasped into it, hands finding Caitlin’s hips, gripping tight enough to bruise.
But then — then — she pulled back, panting, forehead pressed to Caitlin’s.
"You want this?" she rasped. "You sure?"
Caitlin let out a sound — half-sob, half-growl — and nodded hard, fists clutching Kate’s shirt like she was afraid she’d vanish.
"Say it," Kate whispered, eyes dark and burning. "Tell me."
"I want you," Caitlin gasped. "I want you so bad, Katie, please—"
Their chests collided. Their mouths missed. Their hands fumbled. Caitlin moaned — real, destroyed, reckoning — into her mouth. Her fingers clawed at Kate’s jersey, yanking it up, desperate, ruthless.
Kate tugged Caitlin’s shorts down her hips — fast, fumbling, half-ripping the waistband.
Caitlin gasped against her throat. "God, I need—"
Kate slammed her back against the wall, lifted her thigh between Caitlin’s legs, and ground up hard. "Fuck, baby," she whispered against her skin. "You think you can fuck yourself thinking about me, you think you can run your mouth on court like that, and I wouldn't ruin you the second I got you alone?"
"You thought you were in charge," Kate muttered, dragging her tongue slow, filthy, over the inside of Caitlin’s trembling thigh. "You thought you could tease me and walk away?"
Caitlin shook her head — wild, desperate — but it didn’t matter.
Kate shoved her shorts down — not careful, not slow — just desperate to get to her and had already slid her thigh back up between Caitlin’s bare legs. She had her caged against the wall, already had her body screaming.
Water beat down on their bodies, steam curling around them like smoke.
"You're out of your fucking mind," Kate whispered, voice rough, breath ragged. "Thinking you could get me this fucked up and not pay for it."
Caitlin clawed at her — fingers dragging over Kate’s sweaty back, nails biting into her shoulders.
Kate rocked her thigh up between Caitlin’s legs — slow, heavy, devastating.
Caitlin cried out — muffled it against Kate’s neck, panting, grinding helplessly.
Kate bit the curve of Caitlin’s shoulder — just enough to make her jolt, whimper.
"You don't get to do that and not get ruined, Cait."
"Fuck," Caitlin hissed, clutching at her shoulders, grinding down like she was trying to climb inside her.
"More," Caitlin gasped, forehead pressed to Kate’s collarbone, hips snapping.
Caitlin’s hips moved like she couldn’t control them anymore — frantic, gasping, chasing friction.
Kate slid two fingers up the inside of her thigh — slow, testing — and found her soaked.
"Jesus," Caitlin breathed.
Kate caught her wrists, pinned them up over her head with one hand.
Caitlin moaned — grinding up into Kate’s thigh, chasing it like oxygen. Kate kissed her — messy, biting, punishing.
Kate pushed her fingers higher — slow, teasing, wicked — until Caitlin sobbed once into her neck.
"Please," Caitlin begged.
"You needed me that bad?" Kate murmured. "Needed to fuck yourself in a shower thinking about me?"
Caitlin whimpered — bucked helplessly against her mouth.
Kate ground her thigh up harder — relentless, merciless — and Caitlin almost broke.
"You think you can tease me like that and not get punished?"
Not yet.
Not yet.
Kate kissed her again — all teeth and tongue and bruised lips.
"Beg for it," Kate whispered, voice dark and electric against Caitlin’s ear.
Before Caitlin could answer, Kate bit — sharp, claiming — at the soft flesh just below her hip.
Caitlin gasped — high and helpless. "I can’t—" she panted, grinding desperately, losing herself.
Kate squeezed her wrists tighter. Pressed her body harder into hers.
"You can," she growled. "You can beg. Or you can keep fucking yourself stupid on my leg until you come like the desperate little fucking mess you are."
Caitlin whimpered — bucked her hips harder — brain fried, body betraying her.
She'd never been like this. Never.
Never needed like this.
Kate grabbed her thigh harder, pulled her closer, pinned her against the wet tile.
She worked her slow.
Deliberate.
Murderous.
Let her squirm.
Let her grind down against her mouth helplessly.
Caitlin had never burned like this.
Never begged.
But now—
Now she didn’t care.
"Please," she gasped. "Please, Katie—fuck, I need—need you—"
Kate kissed her — rough, wet, claiming — and slid two fingers inside her, deep. Kate bit — sharp, claiming — at the soft flesh just below her hip.
"God, you're dripping for me," Kate breathed, stunned, filthy.
Caitlin broke.
Bucked against her hand, clutching at her, panting, riding her fingers like she was going to fucking die if she didn’t come.
"Is this what you needed?" Kate whispered, biting at her jawline. "You needed to be touched like you’re mine?"
Kate was relentless. Slick hands gripping Caitlin’s thighs, tongue working her in slow, devastating circles — never quite letting her tip over.
Caitlin writhed — desperate, begging, grinding into her face.
"You’re mine," Kate growled against her. "You’re mine, Caitlin Clark. Say it."
Caitlin choked out a moan — loud, desperate, wild — and cried, "I’m yours, Katie, I’m yours, please, don’t stop, don’t ever stop—"
Kate didn’t stop.
Didn’t even slow down. She fucked her through it — rough and raw and holy — mouthing filth against her thigh the whole time:
Kate curled her fingers just right — slow, sure, ruthless — and pressed her thigh harder between Caitlin’s legs.
Caitlin shattered — not coming yet — just losing her mind.
Kate teased. Circled. Never quite giving her what she needed.
"You think I haven't been thinking about this every fucking second since you said that?"
Caitlin shook her head violently.
Kate kissed her temple — soft, almost cruel — while she circled her clit slowly and devastatingly.
Caitlin bucked against her hand, whimpering.
Kate finally — finally — slid another finger inside her, slow and deep and pushed down on her clit hard.
Caitlin screamed into her shoulder, hips snapping, trying to ride her hand.
Kate pinned her harder to the wall. "Take it," she growled. "Take it like a good girl."
Caitlin sobbed — real tears — clenching hard around Kate’s fingers. Kate fucked her slow, rough, relentless — curling her two fingers, grinding a third against her clit — while Caitlin came apart in her arms.
It wasn’t neat.
"Take it, baby."
It was messy, slow, brutal.
"God, you’re so fucking pretty when you break for me."
It was well deserved.
Caitlin came hard and fast, biting down on Kate’s shoulder to stay quiet, whole body trembling, thighs clenching around Kate’s hips.
Kate held her through it. Let her ride it. Let her fall.
"Good girl," she whispered. "Good fucking girl."
Caitlin broke.
Not once.
Not twice.
But over and over and over again — shattering on Kate’s fingers, sobbing into the back of her own wrist, collapsing down the wet tile until Kate had to catch her.
Kate held her through it. Held her through the spasms, through the shaking, through the collapse.
When Caitlin slumped, boneless and trembling, against her chest, Kate just kissed the top of her sweaty head.
“I love you," she whispered.
Caitlin clung to her — sweaty, ruined, wrecked — trembling like she’d just survived a natural disaster.
Kate’s hand moved slowly up and down her back — steady, soothing — like she knew exactly how to anchor her without trapping her. "You’re mine," Kate whispered. "You know that, right?"
Caitlin nodded against her throat — breathless, broken, blissed out. "Yeah," she gasped. "Yours."
Kate smiled — small, destroyed, and in love — and kissed her again.
The water still poured down around them — steam curling against the tile — but neither of them moved. Caitlin sagged against Kate, breathing in ragged little gasps, whole body trembling like a tuning fork.
Kate kissed her temple once, twice, three times — small, grounding touches — before easing them both down to sit on the slick floor, pulling Caitlin into her lap like she weighed nothing.
For a long, humming moment, they just sat there — Caitlin curled into her chest, heartbeat a frantic stutter against Kate’s ribs.
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
The water kept beating down. Cooling slowly. Steam clinging to their bare skin.
Caitlin could still feel it.
The echo of it.
The way her body had given out in Kate’s hands — shattering like something holy.
Kate brushed her mouth against Caitlin’s temple. Soft. Worshipful.
"You’re okay," she whispered. "I’ve got you."
Caitlin whimpered — not from pain. From everything.
Kate didn’t rush her. Didn’t ask for anything. Just held her.
And when Caitlin finally shifted — blinking up, loose and flushed and completely wrecked — Kate smiled so soft it could have knocked her down.
Kate kissed the crown of her head and asked, quiet but serious: "Baby, can I ask you something?"
Caitlin nodded. Tiny. Floating. Still caught somewhere between heaven and earth.
Kate tucked a lock of wet hair behind her ear, fingers gentle. "Was that okay?" Kate asked, voice rough with the effort to stay soft, stay good. "I need you to tell me if anything wasn't."
Kate helped her sit up a little straighter, even though Caitlin stayed pressed tight to her chest — heat to heartbeat. "Okay?" Caitlin croaked. "Kate, I—" She broke off, laughing a little helplessly. "I don't even know my own name right now."
Kate shifted slightly, enough to meet her eyes fully. Enough to make sure she was seen. "I know you liked what just happened," she said, voice low, "but I need to make sure... was there anything you didn’t like?" I mean... what I said. How rough it got. Kate’s thumb brushed her cheekbone. "You can tell me if anything was too much."
Caitlin shook her head immediately. "No. God, no. I—" She flushed, but forced herself to say it. "I’m okay," Caitlin whispered fiercely. "I'm so okay." She pulled back just enough to look her in the eye. "You didn’t hurt me," she said. "You didn’t scare me."
Kate's arms tightened around her automatically — protective, careful, already so fucking gone for her. Tension she hadn't even realized she was carrying melted out of her chest. "Because I don’t ever want to push you somewhere you don’t want to go. Even if you’re begging for it in the moment. I need you to be able to stop me anytime," Kate said. "Even if you’re desperate. Even if you want it. I’ll always stop if you need."
Caitlin cupped her face — trembling, sure. "I know," she said. "I know you will. That’s why I can let go like that. That’s why I want it with you." She curled a little closer, bare thighs brushing Kate’s lap. "You didn’t push me," she whispered. "You gave me exactly what I needed."
"I want to make sure though," she said. "When I talk to you like that — when I touch you like that — it’s good?" Caitlin blushed harder. Buried her face against Kate’s neck. Kate chuckled, warm and easy. "Superstar," she teased. "You can’t say filthy things to me mid-game and then turn into a turtle now."
Caitlin laughed — breathless, wrecked — and pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. "I feel safe with you, Kate. Even when I'm begging. Even when I'm stupid with it."
Kate let out a broken, wrecked little laugh. Rested their foreheads together.
"And the way I talked to you?" Kate said, softer. "Calling you my good girl. Telling you what to do. That was okay?"
"I like it," she said, cheeks burning. "I like... when you tell me what to do." She swallowed. "I like when you’re rough with me."
Kate’s pupils blew wide, dark with want and something deeper — something careful and reverent.
"Okay," Kate said again, slower this time, letting it settle between them.
"I like when you’re rough," she said. "I like when you take it. When you take me."
Kate groaned low — deep in her chest — like Caitlin had just punched through the last layer of her sanity. "Anything you don’t want?"
Caitlin thought. Bit her lip. "Nothing mean," she said finally. "Nothing that feels like... like you don't love me."
Kate smiled so softly it almost broke her. "Never," she promised. "I couldn't."
"I’m yours," Caitlin whispered. "You don’t have to be careful if I tell you I want it."
Kate laughed low in her throat — dark and fond and wrecked.
"Okay, baby," she murmured. "You can have whatever you want." Caitlin flushed even deeper. Smiled so big it hurt.
Kate kissed her forehead. Sealed it like a promise. Caitlin tipped her head back to give her more room, still trembling, still dizzy, still not quite believing she was allowed to feel like this.
After a long, broken breath, Kate lifted her head again. "You tell me if you ever want something different," she said. “"You tell me if you want softer. Or slower. Or more."
Caitlin nodded. "I will," she promised. "I will."
"I just love you too much to ever hurt you by accident."
"You won’t," Caitlin whispered. "You don't."
Kate smiled — small, stunned — like she couldn’t quite believe Caitlin was real.
"I’m yours," Caitlin added. Voice wrecked but certain. "Always."
They stayed like that.
Breath tangled. Skin sticky and flushed. Hearts hammering wild and uneven against each other’s ribs.
The water had gone lukewarm. The floor dug into Caitlin’s hip. Kate’s hand curled loose around her wrist, thumb stroking a rhythm she could feel in her throat.
Neither moved.
Neither spoke.
There was nothing to fix. Nothing to take back.
Just the dizzy, trembling fact of being alive, being wanted, being known.
Caitlin buried her face against Kate’s neck and whispered, almost too soft to hear,
"I don't ever want to lose this."
Kate pulled her tighter — breath catching, fingers digging in like a promise.
"You won't," she said.
Caitlin didn’t know if she believed it yet.
But for now — with Kate’s heartbeat under her hand and her own body finally, finally quiet — it was enough.
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