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d1 wbb fan

[paigeandahalf]

bc i realized i didn’t have a master list + we’re desperately in need of a tag cleanse..

(it’s disappointing because i write inconsistently im sorry)

~fics

you call this no contact? - ASW2026, exes to lovers, angst + smut :)

in here, we’re just us - a snippet imagining what waking up drunk together in that blue hour, desolate type of night, almost fwb

it’s all for you - a snippet of firsts, self discovery, growing up gay but not really understanding it, homoerotic friendship ofc

drenched in sapphire moonlight - pt 2 of it’s all for you, more homoerotic friendship but heavy on the erotic

~pazzi texts

~pazzi texts 2

~pazzi texts 3 (uconn, fwb)

[paigeandahalf]

uconn pazzi fwb texts :) sneaking around, homoerotic friendship vibe asf

i’ll prob make a fic of this tbh

[paigeandahalf]

more pazzi texts! u guys liked the last ones :) these r a little more freaked out esp azzi lol

these are highkey my favourite i can see them all happening

[paigeandahalf]

Some funny, freaky unserious Pazzi texts 🙃🫶 lil something new! Lmk if u guys want moree

(wow 2 posts in 24rs..)

[paigeandahalf]

You call this no contact?

ASW26, exes to lovers, “we shouldn’t be doing this but we obviously both want to” typa vibe, a biiit angsty but in the normal wlw way...dw the tension is well resolved

note : the beginning is a tad lazy but trust it’s worth.

word count : 5k

warnings : find out (hint : my first time writing strap)

enjoy :)

The room spins, vibrant with a contagious energy. Beams of colorful light stream through the sea of bodies. Azzi’s drunker than she really intended to be; not that it matters much, she thinks, taking in the state of those around her. Every time she tosses her head back, she hopes the burning in her throat might just travel down far enough to soothe the pit in her stomach. It’s worse than your typical alcohol induced nausea; it aches so deep within her she wishes she could just throw it up. This dull hurt has bled through the last few months of her life, looming just enough to be sensed even in moments of peace. She no longer thinks about Paige as much as she did in the first few weeks. It’s calmed, mulling into this watery tenderness in her chest. Sometimes they joke at practice, teasing and laughing in a way that feels achingly familiar, and Azzi has to swallow her heart as it threatens to climb its way out of her throat. 

They broke up despite the knowledge that Azzi would likely be drafted to the same team as Paige. They adjusted to the best of their abilities and prepared amicably, aware that their personal involvements could have no impact on their professional lives. Navigating something so delicate with grace and kindness is a feat Azzi wishes they were on normal enough terms to congratulate each other on. The overbearing pressure of the public eye, schedules crammed with red eyes every week and the invasive treatment from the media slowly turned their little corner of paradise into arguments, sleepless nights and seeing each other less and less. What was once their salvation began gradually destroying them. 

Azzi hates thinking about that night. There’s no hollower feeling than lying in bed, staring at the ceiling when that memory sneaks through the walls she’s built up. It settles over her mind like a thick fog, impairing every sensation. Paige’s apartment. Shouting, crying. A half-hearted attempt at sex. More crying. Holding each other until the morning. The goodbye at the door, Paige’s saddened, puffy blue eyes and her red, tear stained cheeks. How vividly Azzi remembers the smell of her tangled blonde hair, face buried in her neck as she hugged her goodbye for what may be the last time. 

The thought alone brings forth the instant sting of tears and a rock in her chest. 

They’d agreed to be friendly, but as close to no contact as life would allow, otherwise their situation would only get messier and more complicated than it already was. 

Paige deals with things differently, she always has. She has no problem keeping it all locked away, you’ll never see a crack in her facade. It makes Azzi sick. To small talk, to laugh but with oceans of distance between them, as though they are learning to be friends for the first time. Sometimes Azzi catches her eye, a few drinks in at team dinners and for a fleeting second, she’ll see the mask slip and she’ll be back in the world they’d once shared, where the absence of the other would be considered nothing but myth. It’s hardly anything, but selfishly, Azzi will take her in any way that she can have her. 

Paige brings a special fire to the team; rampant and bothersome at times, but everyone is grateful for the energy she brings. She doesn’t mind bickering and making a fool of herself in front of anyone. It’s one of the things Azzi has always found most endearing, even now she can’t find it in herself to resist, her laughter echoing amongst the giggles of their teammates. Paige will act up just so she can hear it again, and for a second, she can pretend it’s just for her. 

Azzi needs another shot. Or wants, rather. The two meanings seem to bleed into one another past a certain point. She gestures to her friend, trailing each other to the bar, cautious to avoid the dreaded streaming cameras. As they wait for the bartender to pour their drinks, her gaze drifts around the room, subconsciously searching the sea of bodies. Her eyes land on Paige, eyes closed, smiling wide with a bottle in hand as she dances. She’s in the center of a circle, arms around two people Azzi doesn’t recognize, swaying with the music. She thinks about last year, about how she would’ve been right there in front of her, an arm slung around her waist. She feels a nudge at her shoulder, turning to see her friend holding two shots of tequila. The girl knits her brows together apologetically, tossing a glance in Paige’s direction. It’s a wordless acknowledgement of Azzi’s feelings, and she feels a twinge of relief at not carrying the weight alone. This one goes down easier, feeling the spread of warmth across her chest. The strobing of lights starts making her dizzy, she mumbles something about taking a break and how she’ll be right back. She steps off to the side, trying to make herself invisible against one of the large pillars near the walls. She observes the party, letting her head rest against the cool concrete. She watches Paige take a swig out of a bottle someone hands her before shrugging her jacket from her shoulders. She grasps the white tanktop around her torso, tugging it over her head. There’s a faint wave of cheers as she jokingly twirls the top around her finger, throwing her head back in laughter. Azzi swallows, she watches as a girl says something to Paige, placing a hand on her lower back. The music must be too loud, as Paige leans down to hear her better, hand signaling for her to repeat. She laughs at whatever it is she says. Azzi swallows again, unable to pull her eyes from the girl's hand that rests on the bare skin of Paige’s back. She recalls a time where that skin would've been reddened with traces of her nails. It feels desperately distant now. 

She decides she needs to move, to breathe a little. She pokes her head into the bathroom, but it’s too busy. She wants to be alone, she doesn’t think she has it in her to small talk with drunk girls right now. She continues past the bathroom, turning the corner down the dimly lit hallway. She’s relieved to find an alcove in the wall, slumping her back into it as she runs her hands down her face. Fuck. Is all she can really think. 

She turns to the wall, tracing her finger over the hundreds of graffitied names and phrases. Initials in hearts, phone numbers…she’s startled by a voice behind her. 

“Oh shit, my bad. I didn’t realize there was someone he-” it cuts off as she turns around. It’s Paige. Her shirt is still off but her jacket’s back on and Azzi can’t tell if the flush on her cheeks is from the heat, the alcohol or both. “Oh. Sorry. Hey.” She says awkwardly, taking her in. It’s weird, the feeling of standing in front of a stranger who once could have mapped all the freckles on your body with their eyes closed. 

“Hi.” Azzi replies, a shy smile as her eyes find the ground. “Why aren’t you inside?” She asks passively, her eyes finding Paige’s for a brief moment. 

“Too hot. What about you? What’re you doin’ out here?” She replies, cocking her head. 

“Too drunk.” Azzi replies with a dry laugh. 

“Same honestly.” Paige shakes her head, a smile in her voice. “You havin’ fun though?”

“Yeah, I guess.” She shrugs, her eyes finding Paige’s. They pause. Paige’s eyes scan her face, falling briefly over her lips before she looks away. 

“Well…nice to see you. Um… I like–that.” Azzi fumbles painfully, intending to gesture her finger to Paige’s outfit but instead pointing straight to her bare torso.

A faint blush finds her cheeks. “Yeah, I recall.” She grins shyly, a mischievous raise of her brows. 

Azzi’s mouth falls open. “I meant like–” she stutters, quickly giving up. “Yeah. That too, obviously.” She breathes a laugh, rolling her eyes. 

“You look beautiful.” Paige smiles, shaking her head. Their gazes meet again, softer this time. Suddenly, Azzi is knee deep in the icy pools of the heavy lidded eyes before her. “I like when you do this.” Paige’s voice is slurred and gentle, her fingers tracing the rows of braids in Azzi’s curls. 

“I know.” A quiet admission. I hoped you might notice. They’re so close. She can practically taste the liquor on Paige’s tongue. It feels vulnerable in a way she doesn’t know how to deal with. “Well…you should probably go. I’m sure one of your girlfriends will come looking for you soon.” She doesn’t know why she says it, it just slips out.

Paige lightly cocks her head, tongue in cheek. “What makes you say that?” 

“Oh don’t act like half the girls here aren’t trying to fuck you.” Azzi slurs, rolling her eyes. “I know you like it, I know you like the attention. So do they, you give it out so easily.” It’s bitter, she doesn’t know why she’s angry all of a sudden. 

“I don’t know what your problem is, but I ain’t fuckin’ anybody here. Even if I was, what do you care?” Paige’s voice stays low, but the softness in her tone is gone. 

“All I do is watch you flirt with everyone you fucking talk to. It’s annoying.” She spits, her voice raising slightly. 

Paige glances briefly down the hall. “Look, that ain’t even true, but I can still do whatever I want, we’re not together Az, remember.” 

The argumentative fire disappears just as quickly as it overcame her. She’s embarrassed by her outburst, they’ve barely spoken in months and she had to ruin it. “How could I forget, Paige.” She feels her eyes start to water. She needs to get out of here. She turns to leave but stumbles. Paige’s hand catches her arm, holding her steady. They’re so close again, Azzi’s back pressed to the wall. She’s a mess. Paige is so beautiful. Why were they fighting again?

“I think you should stop drinking for tonight.” Paige says, fingers still wrapped around her wrist, her other hand hovering over Azzi’s waist. 

“Mmm.” Azzi smiles, a slight shrug.

“I’m serious.” Paige shakes her head, incredulous yet unable to hide the amused smile pulling at her lips. 

“Come on, keep telling me what to do.” Azzi eggs her on, glossy and doe eyed she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “You know I love it when you do that.” She grins, slipping a finger into Paige’s belt loop to pull her closer. 

“Azzi, shut up.” She glances frantically down the hall, pulling Azzi further into the alcove and out of sight. 

“Shut me up then. You used to be so good at it.” She shrugs, lightly flicking her finger under Paige’s chin. She isn't sure where this boldness is coming from but she infers it might have something to do with the indeterminate number of drinks she’s had. 

Paige's expression is unreadable. “Can’t. We shouldn’t. We’re not even supposed to talk.” She sighs, dropping her head onto Azzi’s shoulder.

Paige’s hands slide slowly from her ribcage to her waist. “We don’t have to talk.” Azzi whispers. 

Paige’s mouth finds her collarbone, planting tender kisses over her bare shoulders. She can taste her perfume. Her tongue finds Azzi’s neck, teeth grazing the angle of her jaw. “You know I don’t stand a chance against you.” A gentle confession, so sweet and raw  it makes Azzi’s heart swell. 

Paige’s mouth drags along her neck until she’s hovering right above her, eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation. 

A softly muttered “Please.” from Azzi is all it takes. 

Paige’s mouth is on hers in an instant. It’s hushed and desperate with an unmistakable familiarity. She revels in the mingled taste of mint and liquor on Paige’s tongue. Azzi lets out a soft sigh when Paige’s knee slots between her thighs. The sound is swallowed by the kiss, Paige pressing deeper into her as her hands find Azzi’s ass under her skirt. 

Their eyes widen, freezing as they hear the clicking of footsteps down the hall. 

“Paige?” A voice calls out. Their panicked eyes meet. 

Tucked in the corner, their bodies pressed impossibly close, Azzi can feel their hearts thrumming. 

“Maybe she’s outside.” A second voice chimes in. 

“She’s prolly yakkin’.” The first responds. They chuckle as their footsteps grow further and further. 

Paige breathes a sigh of relief, her minty breath fanning over Azzi’s lashes. 

“Fuck. I gotta go. ‘M sorry. I shouldn’t have–” She sighs, wincing. “I’ll see you.” She offers a half-hearted hug, stepping back. 

Azzi already misses the pressure between her legs. “Yeah. Me too." She straightens out her skirt. "And don’t worry, was just a kiss.” She mumbles, managing to force out a casual shrug. 

Paige’s eyes are on the ground. “Yeah. Just a kiss.” 

She leaves without looking back. 

A few hours later, Azzi’s back in her hotel room, alone with her thoughts. She’s slumped on the bed, clothes still on, eyes on the ceiling. It spins a little less now. She misses Paige. Her name and face are the only things her traitorous drunken mind is willing to conjure. She misses her laugh and the smell of her skin. The domesticity of her apartment, the way they used to forget what groceries were at whose place as both their homes eventually fused into one. She misses the way Paige would absentmindedly toy with her curls as she laid in her lap when they watched movies. She misses the mastery Paige had of her body, knowing just how and where to touch to get the reaction she wanted. Sex hasn’t felt the same since they broke up. Nobody has come close to lighting the same fire that overtakes her body when Paige’s tongue is on her skin. She squeezes her thighs together at the thought, a spark traveling down her body, brewing in her core. She sighs. She misses her lover, but she really misses her friend. She hesitates for a second before sitting up, sliding on her slippers and tiptoeing down the hall. Her heart is racing as she softly knocks on a door. It’s silent for a while, a part of her is relieved and wants to sprint back to her room. Just as she’s convincing herself to leave, there’s a sound and then some light shuffling. She has to swallow her heartbeat as she hears the doors lock click, cracking open. Paige opens the door wider upon seeing her. She’s in a black sports bra and sweats, hung low on her hips. Her blonde hair in a messed low bun as she rubs her eyes. “Az? What’re you doin’ here?” She asks, her soft voice gravelly with sleep. 

“I–I don’t know…I–I’m sorry.” She mumbles, her eyes filling with tears. She can’t control them this time, spilling hot down her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She whispers over and over, frantically wiping her face. 

“C’mere baby, ‘s okay” Paige pulls her inside without a second thought. The door clicks shut and Azzi collapses into her arms. Paige’s hand finds her hair, gently petting as the other rubs soothing circles into her back. “‘S it about earlier? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done anything…I didn’t mean to–” 

Azzi cuts her off. “No, no. No, don't apologize, god that was probably the only good thing that happened today.” She laughs dryly, sniffling. “It’s just weird.” She slowly meets her eyes. 

The room is lit only by a small yellow bedside lamp, steeping the room in a warm, honey light. Paige walks them wordlessly to her bed as Azzi speaks, patting the space next to her. 

“It’s weird being around you but barely knowing you. We used to practically live inside each other's skin!” She continues. Paige breathes a soft laugh in agreement. 

“I just–I miss you all the time. I wish I knew you. I wish I still had any claim to you but I don’t. I don’t understand how you’re just so okay when this has been ruining me for months–” The tears are falling again. 

Paige’s eyes water as she lifts her head. “You don’t know the half of it.” She sighs. “Az, I miss you so much. I think about you all the time. I stay away cause I know it’s selfish the way I want you but can’t have you.” 

“I don’t know how to be without you.” Azzi confesses quietly. “I can’t do…other people. I mean like I’ve tried and my friends are always trying to set me up with people cause they say I need to move on but it's just–-I hate it, it doesn't feel the same.” 

Paige feels a twinge of jealousy she knows she has no right to feel. “Tell me about it.” She snorts. 

“Oh I’m sure you know all about it.” Azzi rolls her eyes, teasing. 

“We back to slutshamin’ me now are we?” Paige throws her hands up in mock surrender.

Azzi smiles, shuffling closer. “You smell nice.” She whispers, a sparkle in her glassy eyes. Paige grins, their foreheads are pressed together. 

“‘M sorry about tonight.” Azzi mumbles. 

“Don’t be.” 

And then Paige’s lips are on hers. It starts soft, hands cupping cheeks, fingers tangled in hair. In a second, Azzi’s on her back as Paige slots herself between her legs. The kiss deepens fast, all tongue and sharp breaths. Azzi’s arms are around Paige’s neck, her back arching closer to her. 

“Can we fuck?” She breathes between rushed kisses. 

“Yeah. Yes. Please.” Paige replies with just as much intensity.

She can taste Azzi’s perfume, sucking the soft skin of her neck. It’s sweet on her tongue, rich and deep. Azzi breathes a half whine, fingers raking over Paige’s shoulders.  She briefly breaks the kiss, propped on her elbow as she tugs the tie from her hair. Strands of loose blonde fall over them in sun-spun curtains. Azzi twirls her fingers through it. It’s soft and smells fresh from the shower. Her long, flaxen hair has always been one of Azzi’s favourite things. She finds it so feminine and delicate, a standout in her often otherwise masculine style. She gazes up at her, starry eyed. Paige’s lips are slick with spit and she’s breathing hard. She kisses Azzi’s forehead. Then her cheeks, her eyelids as she giggles, her nose. Then her lips, tongue finding hers before retreating as quick as it came. It reappears on her neck, licking a stripe down her jaw. Paige’s mouth is on her collarbone, biting softly into the skin of her shoulder. “Take this off.” She mumbles, hands on her ribcage under her top. Azzi obliges, rucking the material up her torso and over her head. Paige’s eyes are glued to her chest, agile fingers come to knead her breasts. And then her mouth is on them, tongue tracing lewd shapes over her nipples. Azzi moans when she bites down gently, hand tangling in her hair.

“So pretty. Missed hearing you.” She mumbles into the tender skin. Azzi shudders as the cool air hits her spit slick nipples. Paige’s thumbs trace the buds, raising her chin up to kiss her again. Azzi’s back arches to meet her, the bare skin of their stomachs pressing together.

 “Cute skirt.” Paige smiles into the kiss as her hand slides down to cup Azzi’s ass where her skirt’s ridden up. “‘S too short though.” She teases, her fingers ghosting the soft skin of her inner thighs.

Azzi whines, grinding her hips into Paige’s thigh where it sits between her legs. Azzi’s hand comes to gently grasp her wrist, placing it back between her thighs.

Paige smiles, kissing her neck. “Watchu want baby? Use your words.” Azzi whines in response, grabbing at Paige’s hand. She doesn’t give in.  “Come on, what happened to that smart mouth you had earlier?” Her fingers teasing soft shapes over the tawny skin. 

“Just touch me, please. Don’t tease.” Azzi mumbles, back arching to press further against Paige’s thigh. 

“I am touching you.” She muses, ghosting her fingertips over Azzi’s clothed core. 

She tugs Paige’s hand further, pressing it straight into her soaked panties. “Here. Touch me here.” She says breathlessly, tugging her back down for another kiss. It gets heated fast, Azzi’s jaw falling open as Paige’s fingers trace perfect circles between her legs. 

“So wet.” A teasing grin in her voice as she slips Azzi’s panties to the side, fingers tracing her folds.

“Fuck, Paige.” She whines, ragged and breathless as they find her clit. 

“Wanted to put my hand up your skirt so bad all night, you have no idea.” Paige whispers, nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear. 

“Not very “no contact” of you.” Azzi lifts her head just to tease. 

Paige laughs. “You call this no contact?” Her middle finger drags along her slit, collecting the wetness between her thighs.

“I call this not enough contact.” She smiles, tugging the waistband of Paige’s sweats. 

She sits back, dragging them down her hips. She’s left in a pair of black boxers, ridden halfway up her strong thighs.

She slides her hand from Azzi’s knee to her ass, fingers gripping the fabric of her skirt. “Take it off.” She gestures with a come hither motion, eyes raking down Azzi’s body. Her slick fingers glisten in the dim amber light. It’s dirty, and Azzi wants to suck them clean.

The white lace of her panties casts a mesmerizing contrast against her toned, dark skin. Paige is entranced, dropping slowly onto her elbows. Her tongue blazes a trail down Azzi’s body, from her sternum to her abs. Paige thumbs at the delicate lace covering her hip bones. Azzi’s breathing hitches as she sucks at the sensitive skin between her thighs, slowly making her way to her clothed core. Her mouth finds the soaked material, tonguing at the thin fabric. Azzi moans a breathy curse word, tangling her fingers in Paige’s hair, tugging harder as she moves the fabric aside to lick at her bare skin.

“Your pretty pussy. Missed how you taste.” She mumbles, lapping at her core.

“Fuck, Paige. Fuck. ‘S so good. Don’t stop.” Azzi pleads, a mess as her back arches further. She missed how dirty Paige’s perfect, proper mouth could get. Her hands grip Azzi’s thighs, long slender fingers occasionally sliding to knead at her ass. Azzi rakes her nails over Paige’s scalp, grasping at the sheets with her other hand. “‘M so close. Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop. Missed you s’much. Feels s’good.” She babbles between choked moans. 

Paige fucks her through the orgasm, fingers curling inside her as her body flutters in soft waves. Her tongue and fingers slow, gently dragging out the feeling as she comes down. Azzi’s breathing starts to slow as Paige kisses back up her body, tonguing the rise and fall of her chest. She smiles, lazy eyed and triumphant as she settles next to Azzi. She’s propped on her elbow, slick fingers tracing circles over the buds of Azzi’s nipples.

“You’re too good at that.” She smiles, a flush on her cheeks.

“What can I say?” Paige shrugs, a grin in her voice.

Azzi buries her face in her chest, nails combing over her abs.

“What’s the matter?” Paige probes, poking her in the side. 

Azzi blushes, suddenly bashful. “I wish we had–” She trails off.

“The strap.” Paige grins, a raise of her brows as she finishes her sentence. 

“Yeah.” Azzi giggles shyly, nodding.  

A blush floods her face. “I actually do…um…in my bag.” Paige looks sheepish, eyes darting around the room, landing on her suitcase in the corner. 

Azzi cocks her head. “And whyyy exactly do you have that?” A teasing tone in her voice. 

“Cause I know us. ‘N how we get when we drink. Bad decisions.” She shrugs, a pink flush on her cheeks. 

“Bad decisions?” Azzi questions, crossing her arms. 

“You wan’ it or not? Don’t gimme no attitude.” Paige rolls her eyes.

Azzi nods fervently as Paige sits up on her high knees, stepping off the bed. She watches her rummage through her suitcase, eyes tracing the shape of her back, the dip of her spine and the cascade of blonde hair draped over her shoulders. She stands, a small black box in hand. She shrugs off the lid, dropping the box on the nightstand. Azzi’s eyes hungrily trace her body, shadowed perfectly in the dim light. The sharp lines of her jaw and cheekbones, the toned muscle on her limbs, the cut of her abs. She hears the click of the harness, her eyes snapping to Paige’s face as she moves to drape her legs over the side of the bed. Paige stands tall over her. 

“Wait, Paige.” Azzi stops her, placing her palm flat against her abs. “You use this with anyone else?” She furrows her brows quizzically. 

“Azzi, I'm not evil.” She deadpans. “‘S only ever been yours, kay?” She says, bending to kiss her forehead, hand cupping Azzi’s chin. “Now get it wet f’me.” She mumbles, voice low as her hand slips into her curls.

Azzi obliges, her mouth opening to welcome the toy. It’s cool and smooth, her tongue swirling around the plastic as her hands grip Paige’s hips. She glances up at her, Paige is smiling, bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

“Lie back.” She says, her thumb tracing Azzi’s mouth.

She nods, shuffling until her back hits the pillows, watching as Paige slowly crawls over her. She settles between her thighs, fingers hooking the sides of Azzi’s panties to tug them down her legs. Paige leans down to kiss her again, gently this time as she drags the toy through her slit.

“You okay?” She asks.

Azzi nods, nails digging crescents into her lower back as she attempts to pull her closer. They kiss again, mouths opening to one another with a sigh as Paige sinks in. She fucks her slowly at first, through shaky breaths and tender kisses. When Azzi eventually mumbles “More.” into Paige’s mouth, she rocks her hips faster. It’s all tongue and teeth, hands grasping at whatever they can find.

“Missed you so much. I missed you baby. Fuck.” Paige rasps, her tongue in Azzi’s mouth.

She moans into Paige’s neck as she breathes strangled curses. The smell of her hair, the taste of her soft, clean skin is intoxicating. She gently rolls them until Paige’s back is against the bedframe. Her hair and pale skin are gold in the light, and for once she looks almost shy. Azzi sits on her high knees, admiring the girl below her.

“Come back.” She whines, hooking her hand around the back of Azzi's thigh.

She smiles, her hands steadied on Paige’s shoulders as she sinks back down. She rolls her hips, guided by Paige’s strong hands. She presses their foreheads together, breaths mingling. It’s all the familiar intimacy they’d both craved for so long. Paige’s fingers trace Azzi’s spine as she moves on top of her.

And for a while, they’re one. 

“Why’re you still wearing this?” Azzi grins, hooking her finger under the band of Paige’s sports bra, snapping it lightly against her chest.

“You wan’ it off?” She responds, a suggestive raise of her brows as she caresses Azzi’s rocking hips.

“Yes please.” 

She reaches back, tugging it over her head and letting it fall to the floor. Azzi grins, sliding off her lap despite Paige’s whiny protests. She carefully unclasps the harness, discarding the toy on some corner of the bed. Paige observes her, legs slightly spread, arms draped over the pillows. Azzi crawls back to her, placing a chaste kiss on her lips as her hands find Paige’s chest. She tilts her head, watching Azzi take her in. She kisses down her neck, nipping at her collarbone and shoulders. Her tongue finds the soft pink of Paige’s nipples, sucking gently at the tender skin. She groans, her back arching slightly. Azzi busies her mouth with Paige’s torso until the milky skin is littered with faint red marks. She slinks downwards until her nose meets the waistband of Paige’s boxers. She hooks her fingers in it with one hand, while the other sneaks between her thighs.

“So wet.” She muses coyly, a grin on her face.

Paige’s head snaps up, shyly rolling her eyes as she slumps back against the pillows. She doesn’t protest when Azzi tugs on her waistband, lifting her hips to help slide the boxers down her legs. Azzi quietly admires the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she settles between her thighs. She plants careful kisses below her navel and on her hip bones. She revels in the gasp Paige emits as she licks a hot stripe down her slit. Her hips jerk, rolling to meet Azzi’s tongue. Paige hums, content as Azzi sucks at her core. Her hands tangle carefully in her mess of curls.

“Shit, Az.” She breathes, her fist tightening.

Azzi stops, briefly raising her head. “Does it feel good?”

Paige half scoffs, amused “‘Course it fuckin feels good.” She breathes, incredulous, an arm thrown over her eyes. 

Content with her answer, Azzi rebusies her mouth between her thighs. Her tongue moves just right, nails raking over Paige’s abs as she rolls her hips.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna come.” She moans, her voice gravelly. “Just like that. So good f’me. Don’t stop baby.” She rasps, fist tightening in Azzi’s hair.

Paige is quiet as she comes, mostly heavy breaths and a string of whispered curses. Azzi carefully kisses the soft skin of her inner thighs as she comes down. She rests her chin on Paige’s knee, listening as their mingled breathing slows.

Paige softly tilts her head. “C’mere.”

Azzi obliges, settling under Paige’s arm, cheek pressed to her bare chest. Paige’s fingers graze softly up and down her arm. They stay like that for a while, silent and tender. 

Azzi’s finger traces spirals over Paige’s sternum. “Can I stay tonight?” Her voice a timid whisper. She tilts her chin up to meet Paige’s eyes.

“Like I would ever tell you no.” She shakes her head, a smile on her lips. 

Azzi slips under the cool sheets as Paige reaches for the box on the nightstand. She hears the lid close, followed by the click of the lamp. Minutes pass in silence as the room is bathed in darkness. Azzi breathes in the smell of Paige’s skin, her hair. She can feel the stickiness between her thighs where their legs are tangled. Enough time has passed that she’s almost certain Paige is asleep.

“I love you.” Her tiny whispered words are blanketed by the comfort of night. 

“I love you too.” A gentle whisper follows as she drifts off to sleep.

[paigeandahalf]

tag cleanse time— dropping an angsty super gay exes to lovers ASW fic tn 😛😛😛😛😛😛😛

[paigeandahalf]

Drenched in sapphire moonlight - pt2 of it’s all for you

Long overdue, am so sorry but here’s pt2 as promised :) —the lollipop story is legit something that happened to me

~Coming of age, wlw yearning, best friends to lovers ofc, homoerotic friendship, heavy on the erotic part, young love, mildly internalized homophobia

Word count : 2.7k

Warnings : smut 😁 but romantic and sweet not so porny

Part 1 here - it’s all for you

Azzi’s bedroom is steeped in blue moonlight, the sound of crickets masking their careful footsteps. Paige turns on the shower in the bathroom connected to Azzi’s room while she tosses their damp towels over the bedframe to dry. She gingerly joins Paige under the water to rinse off the chlorine, as they’d done a hundred times before. Only this time she’d had Paige’s tongue in her mouth ten minutes prior, a notable line they’d yet to cross. They stifle their laughter and tease each other with a newfound lightness. They don’t yet dare discuss the moment they’ve just shared, but it’s recognized nonetheless through the noticeable weight lifted from the air between them. Paige doesn’t feel like she’s choking on Azzi’s presence anymore. She feels giddy and breathless, like nothing could intrude on the delicate sanctuary this room and tiny cabin has brought them. After a final complaint about the heat of the water, Paige excuses herself from the shower.

She stands just outside, watching the droplets fall from her skin onto the fuzzy green bathmat. They bleed a deeper, mossy color as the fabric absorbs them. She reaches back to unclasp her swimsuit top, unintentionally catching a glimpse at the shower beside her. The glass is fogged up and steam curls around them. She can still vaguely make out Azzi’s now nude form from behind the frosted wall. She snaps her head away, suddenly embarrassed. Something about seeing the vague blur of her body from outside the shower feels more intimate than having just been in there with her. She slides her wet bottoms from her body, the material sticking to her knees as she tugs them off. She contemplates hanging the suit from the shower door next to where Azzi’s draped hers, but she decides against it. The breach of their ever so delicate dance of friendship having already complicated things. Before this confirmation of their feelings for one another, they could get away with doing wildly intimate things under the guise of being “just close friends.” Sharing a bed with their limbs entwined and showering together after the lake was allowed to mean nothing when, for all they knew, they were best friends. She’s reminded of the lollipop they shared earlier, just a thing Azzi had found in her backpack and plucked the plastic from as they got ready to walk down to the lake. They passed it back and forth between one another, sometimes with Azzi taking the red sucker out of her mouth with a pop, and placing it right between Paige’s lips. She’d swirl her tongue around it, searching for any flavour of Azzi in the cherry sugar. They’d lock eyes while they did it, reading every micro expression to try and figure out what the other was thinking. It drove Paige crazy. They would push and push, carefully toeing the line of what the other was okay with, having yet to find a limit. This sudden shift meant Paige wasn’t sure what she was allowed to do anymore. She didn’t want Azzi to feel uncomfortable with anything. 24 hours ago, Paige likely would’ve thrown her wet top over the shower wall and attempted to hit Azzi in the face with it. She opts to leave it on the window sill.

The sound of crickets takes over as the muffled hum of water stops.

Paige is sitting on the side of the bed, held up by the heels of her palms when Azzi steps out of the bathroom. She looks half zoned out, her gaze turning to Azzi as she’s absorbed by the sliver of orange light swallowing the bedroom as it pours from the bathroom door. For once, she looks almost bashful, her eyes on Azzi as she flicks off the light. As her eyes adjust to the darkness, she takes in the girl on her bed. She’s in gray calvin klein boxers and a thin white t-shirt that looks almost blue in the moonlight. She looks pretty. Her low messy bun and the few escaped strands dripping water onto her shirt. The peaks of her breasts through the thin material and the way that despite her timid expression, she sits relaxed with her legs slightly apart. Azzi takes a step toward her, the floor creaking lightly beneath her feet. Both girls jump, instinctively looking toward the door to the hallway. Their eyes meet again, both enjoying a breathless giggle.

Azzi’s right above her now. Paige smiles, blinking up at her as she breathes in the scent of her skin. Some type of sweet, tropical lotion and the familiar floral smell of her curls. She rakes her eyes down her body, over the little black tank top and her pink plaid pj shorts. Her hand comes up instinctively, curling around the back of Azzi’s thigh, anchoring her where she stands between Paige’s legs.

“We should talk.” Azzi mumbles, smiling.

“Yeah.” Paige agrees, dropping her head, letting it rest against Azzi’s middle.

“But not right now.” She responds, her voice a whisper as she tilts Paige’s chin back up. Paige’s eyes are wide and before she knows it she’s on her back against the cool white sheets and Azzi’s lips are on hers. They kiss like that for a while, content with only the sounds of their mingled breathing and mouths moving together. Paige tangles her fingers in Azzi’s curls, maneuvering them onto their sides. They part for a moment to breathe and Paige swears she sees stars in Azzi’s big brown eyes. They can’t help but grin, their hands on each other's faces like the other might slip away, even now. Paige sits up onto her elbow, whispering into Azzi’s jaw. “C’mere.” She plants a kiss following her words. She slides backwards until she’s up against the bedframe. Azzi shuffles until her knees are on either side of Paige’s legs. The blonde taps the outside of her thigh, prompting her to lift her leg enough for Paige to move hers through. Now Azzi’s straddling her thigh. She pulls her down with a gentle guiding hand on her lower back, pressing her thigh up just enough to spark that delicious pressure between Azzi’s legs. They kiss again, tentative and slow. Azzi’s lips are soft and all Paige can taste is her sweet chapstick. She rolls her hips against Paige’s thigh and breathes out soft sounds into her mouth. Paige swallows everything she gives her, her long, lithe fingers dragging along the sides of Azzi’s torso, fingertips slipping under her tank top. They stop carefully under the ridges of her breasts, with Paige breaking the kiss. “Can I?” She breathes, her blue eyes wide and pleading. Azzi grins, planting a long kiss on Paige’s mouth before sitting back on her heels. She grips the bottom of her tank top, pulling it over her head. Paige’s lips are parted and slick with her spit and Azzi thinks it’s the prettiest she’s ever seen her. Maybe because she rarely sees Paige without words. The blonde’s hands find her waist, pulling her forward. They wander shamelessly, her thumbs kneading her breasts, sliding over the peaks of her nipples as her tongue finds Azzi’s neck. “You’re so perfect.” Paige’s tongue soothes her words, sucking gently on the soft skin behind her jaw. Azzi hums in contentment, gasping softly as Paige’s mouth covers her nipple. She tangles her fingers in the loose tangle of blonde hair from Paige’s bun that's come undone. Paige swirls her tongue over Azzi’s nipple, sucking softly. She thinks of the lollipop, of how her bare skin is a thousand times sweeter than the cherry sugar. Paige keeps one of her hands busy on Azzi’s breast, dropping the other to trace a delicate path on the inside of Azzi’s thigh. The other girl whines almost desperately and it’s beautiful. Paige wants to drink the sounds she makes as the fist in her hair tightens. “Please.” Azzi pleads, staring down at her, her pupils wide and black as ink.

Paige’s fingers press deeper into the flesh of Azzi’s thigh. “What?” She smiles, a glint in her eye.

“Touch me. Please?” Azzi mumbles gingerly, her hips pressing forward into Paige’s grip.

“I am touching you.” She replies, her thumb swiping over the bud of Azzi’s breast. Azzi cocks her head, sliding a hand from Paige’s chest to cup her jaw. “Fuck me, Paige. Please.” She whispers, boldly and bluntly. Paige feels her throat tense and her brain short circuit. She’s looking at Azzi and her gaze is on fire. It reminds Azzi of the look she gets when somebody starts shit talking to her on the court. It’s that crazy eyed stare she gets when she’s only thinking about one thing. Usually it’s winning, but right now it’s Azzi. Something about it makes her nervous to have it directed at her. She’s snapped out of it by Paige’s lips below her navel. “Take these off f’me.” She mumbles, tugging on Azzi’s shorts. She shuffles back, sliding them off and tossing them somewhere on the floor.

She has on the prettiest white cotton panties, delicate lace trimming the edges and Paige just wants to go down on her right then and there. But she paces herself, kissing just above her waistband, trailing each press of her lips with her tongue. Azzi makes the most delightful sounds above her, and she thinks they can’t possibly get better until she brings two of her agile fingers between Azzi’s legs, pressing down gently. She’s so wet it drives Paige insane. She makes a choked sound between a gasp and a moan and pulls her blonde hair. Suddenly all Paige wants to hear is her name in that same tone. “Lie down.” She orders curtly but gently, following Azzi’s body with her own. Paige’s lips are on hers the moment the brunette is on her back. Paige is propped up on one elbow, the other arm dragging softly over Azzi’s tawny skin. She stops to toy with her breast and then ghosts her fingertips over the piercing on Azzi’s navel. She jerks her hips as Paige’s fingers meet her waistband, sliding down to rub soft circles over the wet fabric of her underwear. Azzi whines into Paige’s mouth, which she takes as a signal to stop her teasing. She breaks apart the kiss briefly to tell Azzi to lift her hips as Paige slides her panties down her legs. She can read the nervousness in Azzi’s eyes, kissing her gently as she finally slides her fingers through the wetness between her thighs. Azzi gasps, tossing her head back against the pillow. Paige grins, triumphant, continuing her gentle motions. She glances down in awe at where her hand sits between the girl's toned thighs. She’s never seen a more beautiful thing in her life.

Azzi lifts her head from its place on the pillow, concern and shyness in her wide eyes. She smacks Paige lightly on the side of her arm. “Stop looking!” She scolds in a hushed voice. Paige grins, abruptly removing her hand as she kisses Azzi’s neck. “You say stop?”

“Paigee..” Azzi whines, long and drawn out as she reaches for the blonde's wrist, placing her hand back between her legs. “Mhmm?” She hums in response, a lazy smile in her voice as she goes back to her previous motions. Their playful moment lulls as Azzi’s mouth finds hers again, every so often stopping as she raggedly exhales.

Paige collects the wetness on two of her fingers, slipping them inside. She curls her fingers just right. “Fuck, fuck.” Azzi breathes into her ear. “That feel good?” Paige asks, knowing the answer. “Feels so good.” Azzi parrots, practically babbling.

They kiss for a while as Paige’s fingers find their way back to Azzi’s clit. She’s pulling on Paige’s hair now, and kissing her hard. “You’re so good at that, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She pleads, and Paige isn’t sure there’s anything on this earth that would make her stop. She breathes Paige’s name alongside a string of curse words and Paige thinks she must be in heaven. Azzi’s body shakes as she comes, her thighs closing tightly around Paige’s hand. She’s louder than Paige had expected, having to muffle her soft moans with her own mouth.

The air between them is thick with their mingled heavy breathing as Azzi comes down. Paige’s heart is suddenly racing and she’s filled with fear that Azzi will regret what has just happened. She anxiously meets her eyes when Azzi finally opens them and tilts her chin down to face Paige. She wears a timid smile. “How are you so good at that?”

Paige opens her mouth before Azzi cuts her off. “Actually, don't answer that.” They both laugh, breathless and Paige is filled with relief. Azzi suddenly feels aware of her nakedness and glances rapidly between Paige’s face and the silver cross rocking against her white shirt. She tugs on the fabric, indicating she wants it off. Paige smiles, incredulous as she reaches back to pull the shirt over her head. She drops it on the bed near their feet and Azzi presses up onto her palms to be on her level. Paige swallows nervously as Azzi rakes her fingernails over the girl's chest. They catch on the cross and their eyes meet at the same time. Azzi has no way of proving it, but she knows they’re thinking the same thing. What that cross means to them, for them. To others about people like them. She decides this is not the time to think about it, wrapping and arm around Paige’s ribs to kiss her tenderly. She takes the opportunity to explore, her fingers tracing the small roundness of her breasts and the pink of her nipples. She plants kisses along Paige’s collarbone, hearing her gasp as her tongue finds the peak of her breast. She sucks on the milky skin, separating briefly to admire the few purple marks littered over her chest. She grins. “White people bruise so easily.” she whispers, a teasing giggle as her fingers touch the skin. “Hey, not too much on me now.” Paige rolls her eyes, her hand clasping the one on her chest. “White girl just made you come–” Paige is cut off from her cocky and ever audacious remark by Azzi’s muffling hand over her mouth. “Shut up!” She scolds, her cheeks red and her dimples showing. Paige simply chuckles and kisses her again. Azzi’s hand trails lower, slipping past Paige’s waistband between her thighs. She’s wet, it’s soaked through the gray cotton of her boxers. She sighs into the kiss as Azzi starts moving her fingers in shy, tentative circles. Paige hums, content, which encourages Azzi to add a bit more pressure. “Is this okay?” She asks nervously. “I haven’t–” “Yes. You couldn’t possibly touch me and have it not be okay, Az.” Paige cuts her off, comforting her as she tucks a few curls behind her ear. “Can I… try?” Azzi asks, her fingers hovering over the waistband of Paige’s boxers. Paige pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, smiling as she nods bashfully. She lifts her hips, sliding the material down her legs and tossing it on the ground to join Azzi’s shorts. Azzi slides her fingers a few times through the slick between her legs and Paige feels like she might die if she hasn’t already. There’s something so beautiful about the earnestness with which Azzi moves, careful but eager to please. Paige tangles her fist in Azzi’s curls and pulls her down for a kiss. Her tongue is in Azzi’s mouth as she moves her hips in time with the motions between her legs. She pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. “You’re doing so good, please don’t stop Az.” She praises breathlessly before leaning in to kiss her again. Paige is all ragged breaths and curse words as she comes. She tugs on Azzi’s hair and pulls her impossibly closer by the waist.

They catch their breaths in sync, lying face to face under the thin white sheet, a sheen of sweat on their bodies from the summer heat. Drenched in sapphire moonlight, they fall asleep to the chirping of the crickets outside the window. Maybe they'll talk tomorrow.

[graybuckets]

keeping her bright eyes focused on the coastline, waiting for you

dallaswings!paige bueckers x dallaswings!azzi fudd

wc: 200.4k

chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight chapter nine chapter ten chapter eleven chapter twelve chapter thirteen chapter fourteen

ao3 link

contains: second chances, miscommunication, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, eventual smut, not actually unrequited love, angst with a happy ending, 2026 wnba season

summary:

Azzi doesn’t know what happened, quite frankly. All she knows is that she woke up the morning after Paige’s draft last year and the blonde girl had wanted nothing to do with her. She stopped picking up her calls and slowed down on answering her texts until those weren’t getting replied to at all. Azzi tried to reach out about visiting her in Dallas, but she was ghosted every single time. She stopped liking her posts on every single social media platform. Azzi doesn’t know what happened.

paige and azzi haven’t spoken in a year. azzi gets drafted to the wings and they both have to relearn how to be teammates and friends. and maybe learn how to be something more.

[paigeandahalf]

EVERYONE MUST READ THIS! it’s amazing. it’s so beautiful, incredibly detailed and well written.

i stayed up till 5am bc i couldn’t put it down. the slowburn + angst are worth the weight and they just add to the lesbian realism of it all

[azzibuckets]

i see a lot of people laughing about paige’s awkwardness/hesitancy to hug azzi at the draft but when you think about it, their reality is genuinely so sad. if they show affection to either, or literally any form of physical touch that would be normal for teammates and friends, they are deemed unprofessional because they’re held to a double standard, and so they have to overthink all of their moves in front of a camera. but if they don’t show affection to each other, their relationship comes under fire. people question their loyalty and their character.

to have the purest thing in your life under a microscope of constant criticism, hate, and discourse is a sad thing. to lose the right of being freely in love is something to grieve. they will truly never win because the one thing the world hates more than successful women is two successful women in love with each other. they aren’t valued as athletes anymore, but reduced to undeserving people with everything handed to them. their character and their work is diminished and forgotten

i have faith it will become better soon as the media attention die off and they continue to prove their worth is not in their relationship (which is not their job nor obligation to you or i, but something they will do regardless), but for now, it’s a very grim truth

[paigeandahalf]

in here, we’re just us

Not intentionally part 2 of all for you but could honestly be a continuation(i suck sorry) BUT SOMETHING NEW!!

~An imaginary glimpse into their story and how it might’ve gone. They get too drunk and their teammates put them to bed and they wake up together alone at 3am and the ensuing wlw tension. <3

word count : 1.7k ish?

Warnings : yes sexual content but it’s soft and not written in an explicit manner (i love love)

i just love and am so inspired by these girls i wish them the best!!

They wake up, Paige before Azzi, groggily stretching as she rolls over. Her groan rouses Azzi who rubs her eyes and props herself onto her elbow, confused. As the two gain awareness, they realize their teammates put them to bed in Paige’s room once they got too drunk. Paige grumbles, feeling for a phone. She frowns when she doesn’t find one near them. She flops back onto the bed, rubbing her eyes and realizing how warm her blood still feels. Azzi doesn’t speak, she merely shoves Paige on the shoulder and points to the nightstand. The alarm clock glows 3:41 in red. “You think everyone’s asleep by now?” Azzi asks. They both pause, listening for any shuffling or movement in the flat. Silence. Paige grins, breathing out a chuckle as she shakes her head. “Were we really that drunk? They hadda put us to bed an errything?” She mumbles, turning her head to face Azzi. The brunette, still leaning on her elbow gazes down, unresponsive. Her eyes trace Paige’s features. Her tousled blonde hair, how she can hardly make out the blue of her eyes in the dark, and even if she’d wanted to, they were too obscured by her saucer-like pupils. The way Paige’s lips part slightly as she realizes she’s being examined. Azzi’s emboldened and drunken gaze falls down Paige’s chest. Over the white T-shirt, the silver glint of the cross around her neck catches her eye. Not because of how the blue nighttime light catches it through the window, but because of how fast it’s rocking with Paige’s shallow breathing. She snaps her eyes back up to Paige’s face, whose look now mirrors the intensity of her own. Azzi slowly drops her elbow, now at eye level with the blonde. Paige slinks lazily onto her side, her eye contact unbreaking. The alcohol feels so good. Warmth brews in their veins, buzzing just underneath the skin. Their hands lie inches apart on the white sheets. Azzi’s eyes run circles around Paige. Her eyes, her nose, her lips, her eyes, the hand in front of her, back to her eyes. Azzi sees Paige’s finger twitch. It’s ever so slight, but Azzi’s own flexes at the sight. Paige slowly extends her pinky, flattening her palm against the sheets. Azzi silently inches her hand closer. She hardly moves, an advance so delicate in nature. Paige’s fingers flex again, sharper this time, as if she’d contemplated raising her hand and then given up at the last moment. Azzi waits. Another moment passes. All that can be heard is the faint ticking of the alarm clock and the sound of their shallow breaths. She inches her hand closer again, a fraction more than she had the last time. Paige’s hand closes and then reopens as she slowly reaches out for Azzi’s. She runs her fingers gently over the soft skin, sliding her pinky under Azzi’s palm. Their eyes meet for the first time in minutes and a tiny smile pulls at the corner of Azzi’s lips before she looks away. She rubs delicate circles over the back of Paige’s hand with her thumb. She traces each of Paige’s fingers, memorizing every groove and line.

Azzi likes the feeling of Paige’s cool hand in her own. She likes the long, agile digits, her heart in her throat as she drags her own fingers along them. Unable to control the thoughts that snake into her consciousness, she reddens, thankful for the darkness of the room. It’s dirty. She knows what the hand between her fingers has done. Where it’s been. She knows Paige has been with girls before, a fair share of them at that. How many girls had she made come? Did she even want to know? It doesn’t bother her the way she expected, rather the thought is almost exciting. The high runs cold quickly as she’s overcome with shame. She knows she shouldn’t be thinking of her best friend like that, certainly because Paige would never think of her in such a dirty way.

Paige keeps her hand incredibly still, like any movement might scare Azzi off. Her gaze stays trained on Azzi’s soft features. Her cupid's bow and concentrated pout, the button of her nose. She thinks about how drunk she is, how good it feels in her stomach, how warm her blood is under her skin. How badly she wants to climb on top of the girl in front of her, to slot a knee between her thighs and swallow the sounds she makes. She feels the warmth rise, her ears burning with a mixture of guilt, fear and excitement. She swallows, gently squeezing Azzi’s hand. The other girl's gaze snaps to meet hers. Their eyes stay locked, pupils blown wide. Minutes pass like this, unmoving, until Paige shuffles her head ever so slightly closer. Azzi tilts her head, plush lips coming apart. She inhales, so slowly that the drag of it is all that can be heard. And in one silent motion, Paige kisses her.

This hushed moment is the unraveling of years of tension. Years of sleeping in the same bed, limbs tangled yet somehow untouching. Years of being too close and looks lingering too long. Years of simmering want that was never allowed to breach the surface. Years of toeing the fine line between friends and more.

It is so hushed that the ticking of the alarm clock remains the ruling sound. In an instant, Paige is on top of Azzi, with a level of swiftness and grace she isn’t sure how she manages.

Paige’s tongue is in her mouth and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. She slides her hand from Paige’s jaw down her neck, her finger catching on the cross that dangles between them. She wonders how this could ever be a sin. They kiss like that for what feels like an hour, desperately grasping at one another, hoping to close a distance that isn’t there. She reddens at the gasp she lets out when Paige slots a knee between her thighs. The blonde leaves no room for embarrassment, swallowing the sound as she deepens the kiss. She presses her thigh closer and Azzi whines at the pressure between her legs. Paige gently shifts her weight onto one elbow, her other hand trailing down Azzi’s body. Her fingers softly trace the shape of her breasts, travelling further to the exposed skin of her stomach. Unwittingly, Azzi arches her back as those fingers hit her waistband, and she feels Paige grin into the kiss.

“Can I?” She separates them momentarily, her gaze alight with excitement.

“I’ve never—“ Azzi mumbles “with a gi—“ she trails off shyly.

“I know. But I have.” Paige kisses her shortly, before moving to her neck. “Just lie back for me okay? You don’t gotta do anything else.” She says, her tongue soothing the words into Azzi’s jaw. She nods fervently in response.

Azzi was fascinated by, and if she’s honest with herself, maybe slightly uneasy with how quickly Paige adopted a dominant role. She didn’t understand how the other girl could seem so unperturbed by what was such a massive shift in their relationship.

“Up.” Paige mumbles, lightly tapping the side of Azzi’s hips to help slide off her shorts. She doesn’t have the time to be shy before Paige’s fingers are between her thighs. She rubs gentle circles over her underwear, and all Azzi can think of is how she didn’t know it could feel this good. She wants to be embarrassed by how wet she is, all they’ve done is kiss, but she can’t even get words out. All that comes out are jagged exhales in time with Paige’s gentle motions. Her fingers slowly creep upwards, slipping into the waistband of Azzi’s underwear. She expertly slides them off and down her legs. Azzi shivers as the cool air of the room hits her skin. Paige sits up slightly to help guide the material around her ankles, raking her eyes up Azzi’s body before meeting her anxious stare. She feels so incredibly (metaphorically and physically) bare beneath Paige’s gaze.

This is her best friend. The girl who’s seen her in every awkward phase, every sticky summer and cold winter, they’ve spent together. They’ve changed in front of each other a million times, but nothing could’ve prepared her for how naked she felt in that moment.

“You’re so pretty.” Paige slurs, almost shyly, a bashful smile on her face. Azzi can do nothing but grin in return, grabbing Paige by the arm and pulling her back down. She kisses her eagerly, nothing could feel better than this, and then Paige slides her fingers through the wetness between her legs and she thinks she’s found heaven. A few minutes of gentle circles and Paige’s tongue in her mouth and she already feels close. Just as she opens her mouth to say something, Paige slips two fingers inside, curling them just right. Azzi lets out a choked moan and earns a smirk into the kiss from Paige.

It isn’t much longer before she’s coming apart beneath her. “I can’t—“ Azzi breathes. “Yes you can, just relax for me. It feels good yeah?” Paige whispers, her tongue following her words. Azzi’s body goes rigid as she comes, merely putty in Paige’s hands as the blonde whispers nothings of praise into her ear.

Paige rebukes Azzi’s after attempts to return the favor, tucking them both into bed.

“There’ll be time for that, it just ain’t right now okay? Don’t worry.” She reassures, pressing a kiss into Azzi’s hair.

She still reminisces fondly about that night. About how Paige finally kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world. How she’d laid her down and sucked on her neck as she slipped off her shorts. How she’d fingered her until she came, brushing off her attempts to return the favor. How she’d put them to bed, kissed her head and fallen asleep in each other's arms. And how she’d acted like nothing happened the morning after.

The motions of their friendship evolved in the following months. They insisted they were just messing around, slipping into bed with one another after hard days. And then on the easy days. And the weekends, the ones with no practice, the nights after parties. They’d long since abandoned the ever blurred lines of their friendship, blazing a new, uncertain trail.

[paigeandahalf]

Just curious, why don't you listen to the pod? Are you only a Paige fan? Not hating, just curious since you write Pazzi fic

no i used to!!! i love them both i just haven’t had time in the last while and i feel like my attention has been divided amongst a bunch of other things 🫶

[paigeandahalf]

“ despicably rude “ you’ve come online saying ‘ i hope they are still together ‘ when not a single comment or messages says different AT ALL. you knew what you were doing

what is your problem people are telling me to kms that is despicably rude where r ur morals. read my recent posts and stop being so pressed, no, i DIDNT KNOW. that is why i made the post! i said previously in my replies that i haven’t been on tumblr / in the community for a long time so i didn’t know and hadn’t seen anything of them together in a long time. i didn’t know there was a whole war within the tumblr tags and i took it down once i did. i didn’t know or see anything wrong with saying i hoped they were still together after i hadn’t see anything in a long time. IT IS NOT DEEP ENOUGH TO BE HARASSING STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET WHO JUST SUPPORT THEIR RELATIONSHIP. don’t waste ur breath arguing with people who love and support them and maybe focus on sending ur negative energy to the people trying to ruin it.

[paigeandahalf]

Girl! You don’t know the half of itttt. Most people don’t post in the tags anymore so as to not attract weirdos to their blogs. Used to be a much better space but that’s long gone. If you stay long enough you’ll see some of the insanity. Sorry people were nasty to you and I feel bad about all these arguments between fans. You be good love ❤️🫂

🥺🥺💘i appreciate ur lovely message so much it ruined my day like i feel like at the end of the day, it’s real people behind all the accounts and you can’t just go around freely telling people they deserve to die for random things😭

it’s so sad because the tags always used to be a good place to find mutuals and other cool blogs

[paigeandahalf]

I tried to warn you people aren’t nice and there’s a lot of anger and trauma. It was a terrible summer and they’ve ruined this space

it makes me so sad. especially that they had to come in and ruin what was a beautiful space where people felt represented and celebrated love. i’m glad they’re more private now

[paigeandahalf]

While I’m not condoning and negative behavior regarding the response you’ve gotten today, I think the reason was because there has been a lot of people coming on here and spreading really really horrific but false things about the girls and their responses might have triggered those reactions to you. I am sorry that you had to endure that and for the record, no they’re not broken up, don’t let the actual trolls corrupt your thinking.

thanks for being so sweet🥺i really felt so bad i had no idea this was a thing, this is the first time in months id been back on tumblr and i haven’t seen anything of paige and azzi lately so i wanted to check like is the community still alive or should i take anything down out of respect if they weren’t together anymore😭im not really on social media so i was shocked and how viciously ppl attacked me

[paigeandahalf]

idk if you listen to azzi’s podcast but literally last week phee was on it and azzi was picking paige to win a 1v1 over everyone. they’re obviously still together, it’s just them laying low probably bc it’s azzi’s last season and there’s been a lot of politics around her

also after natisha threw it back on paige people were acting insane. but literally at the unrivaled beginning of season party they were on facetime together 😭😭

aww i’m so glad! i don’t listen to pod and i hadn’t seen any of those videos or posts so i didn’t know!!! 🫶

[paigeandahalf]

It has become incredibly toxic here. Anytime someone asks an innocent question people think they’re trolling and trying to get reactions out of others.

thanks for being kind + understanding :(

if anyone had even looked at my account, back in the summer / all star / draft era i was the biggest defender and advocate when people were being mean and i didn’t know it was still going on cause i hadn’t seen anything about them in months that’s why i asked