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CAITLIN CLARK | KATE MARTIN

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THE ART OF WINNING

11. SAY SOMETHING

WARNINGS — Language & Sexual Content

AUGUST 6TH, 2021

DEBRECEN, HUNGARY

Anastasia hasn’t looked up from her untouched yogurt since they’ve arrived at breakfast. She couldn’t get out of her and Caitlin’s room any faster, forcing Azzi to join her for breakfast down in the lobby.

Once she made her way down, Azzi gulped down two mugs of coffee, currently nursing her third. Killing her hangover with caffeine seemed to be working as she no longer was holding her head up with her hand, her yawns coming much less frequently.

The team definitely overdid it last night. It was biting them all in the ass. Azzi nearly injured her ankle tripping over both Lauren and Sonia’s bodies as she got out of bed earlier, shocked to see that they didn’t even make it back to their own room.

“How was the rest of your night?” Azzi asks, getting ready to swallow down her last sip. “You don’t seem any more well rested than I am and you guys left pretty early.”

Anastasia hardly hears the question, only comprehending her sentence about one word per minute.

“Ana? Hello?”

Anastasia looks up, apologizing for zooming out. “I’m sorry, uhm yeah no, I didn’t get much sleep.”

“Oh. Why not?”

“Because I slept with Caitlin.” She blurts out without thinking, only finally looking up when she hears Azzi choking, the curly haired girl fist punching at her chest.

Anastasia shoots up, slapping Azzi on the back. It takes a few tries but they get it out, Azzi’s eyes bulging out of her head by the time they’re done.

“You what?” She whisper shouts as Anastasia sits back down, nervously looking around. “Like actually?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really remember.”

Azzi shakes her head. “That’s a lie.”

Anastasia sighs. “I remember everything. I don’t know what to do.”

“Well first off, can I ask?”

“Ask what?”

“Was it good?”

“Azzi.” Anastasia groans embarrassedly, feeling her cheeks get hot.

Azzi smirks. “Can you blame a girl for wanting to know?”

“It was good.” Anastasia says quietly. “Very good.”

“Ew!” Azzi dramatically cries, immediately regretting ever asking. “Caitlin’s good in bed? That disgusts me.”

“Dirty talker too.”

“Of course she is. The same in bed as she is on court.” Azzi laughs.

“She asked me if Jack ever made me feel as good as she does, and then she answered it herself.”

Azzi lets out a scoff of shock. “Damn, Caitlin. I’m lowkey impressed.”

Anastasia feels conflicted about telling Azzi all of this, but she knows she has to tell someone.

She can’t keep it inside.

Look how that worked out last time.

“So you slept with her, and then you left her to wake up alone? You’re a dog, Ana.”

Anastasia shrugs, fiddling around with her spoon and giving her food the most attention since she’s gotten it.

“Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking.

“I don’t know what I’m thinking. I haven’t talked to Jack since we’ve been here, and now I mean, I cheated on him.”

The last part of her sentence comes out quiet. It was eating her alive.

Azzi sighs. “I guess you’re right. Well what do you think you should do about it?”

“I don’t know.” Anastasia reiterates, dropping her spoon once again. “The Caitlin thing is complicated. I don’t think it’ll work between us.”

“Why not? Because I’m pretty she’s in love with you and you’re in love with her, so…”

“It’s not that simple, Azzi. You should know.”

Azzi smacks her teeth. “Wow, that’s how you’re going to do me?”

“Am I wrong?”

“No.”

Caitlin yawns as she stirs awake, the absence of Anastasia taking a second to settle in. As soon as she comes to, she sits up, slightly stretching her arms over her head.

Last night doesn’t come back in bits, it comes all at once. Caitlin curses to herself as soon as she remembers what’s happened.

They’re in for a long day.

Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she reaches for her phone on the nightstand, unsure of who exactly she’s looking to talk to.

Her vision is spotted and her head is in the middle of forming a pounding headache with every second that passes.

Her thumb glides between her three most recent text threads before she hesitantly decides on Azzi.

She types out a text as she walks over to her bag, rummaging through with her free arm for her aspirin. She clicks send before tossing her phone onto the bed, getting her water and throwing back the two small pills.

The buzz of Azzi’s phone on the table gains both of their attentions, Azzi trying to hide her reaction as she reads the text.

Anastasia already knows.

•

The three of them sat in silence the entire bus ride to practice. Caitlin stared out the window, Anastasia rested her eyes, and Azzi attempted to read her book.

It didn’t last very long.

How could she focus on anything while knowing how shit is going to hit the fan if something isn’t done soon.

“Guys.” Azzi tries to say while they’re all lacing up their shoes on the bench.

Anastasia immediately hums out a mm-mm and Azzi thins her lips.

Well there goes that as well.

Warm ups were a little better given Azzi got to warm up away from the two of them, getting to be apart of the other layup line. But of course, the three of them are supposed to be the starting 1, 2, and 3, and her brief time of calmness will be over soon.

The first whistle signaling to start 5 on 5 makes her want to cry. The last time the two of them were fighting, Caitlin tried to kill Anastasia with a torpedoing pass.

They all arrive back at the bench at the same time, throwing their practice jerseys on.

“For the love of God, can the two of you at least make it through this first activity without fighting? Please?”

Caitlin fake salutes Azzi. “Aye, aye Captain.”

Anastasia says nothing.

“Ana.” Azzi says. “Did you hear me?”

“No promises.” She eventually mutters, making her way over to the coaches.

Azzi and Caitlin turn to look at one another, silently communicating with an empathetic look.

Believe it or not, they make it through with just a few minor reactions, keeping things cool on the surface. It’d look like a casual disappointed teammate interaction rather than a couple trying to take each others head off.

Azzi will take any improvement she can get.

“You’re going to have to talk to me eventually.” Caitlin finally says during the first break, catching a squirt of her Gatorade in her mouth.

Anastasia acts like she doesn’t hear her, reaching down for her own bottle.

Caitlin chuckles. “Okay. I see how it is.”

Anastasia can see Caitlin in her peripheral vision studying the play on the coaches’ board. One arm crosses the other, her water bottle hanging loosely in her grip.

She’s unreadable.

Somehow, even after opening herself up to Caitlin in the most intimate way, she can’t read her.

And it pisses her off.

“How about we talk about your thirty missed passes earlier?” Anastasia finally says, watching Caitlin’s nostrils flare slightly. “I don’t think you’ll be starting with that performance.”

“Maybe they’d be better if I could pass to someone who could catch.” Caitlin chirps back, unable to hide the slight amusement now in her face.

Anastasia has to give it to her, she’s always quick with a comeback. It’s almost always a lost cause to engage in any sort of disagreement with her.

“But we won’t have to worry about that. You probably won’t see the court much.”

“Fuck you.” Anastasia spits back without thinking, the unserious words striking a nerve.

Caitlin smirks, squirting one more spurt of Gatorade into her mouth. “I already did.”

•

Enough of the time has suggested showering before heading back to the hotel, meaning the rest of the team had to stay as well.

About three of them had already started, meaning three more showers remained open.

“Are you showering here?” Caitlin asks Anastasia, even though she’d been watching the girl get undressed anyways.

“What do you think?”

“Okay, I guess so.“ Caitlin agrees, wasting no time in stripping herself of her jersey and shorts.

Anastasia swallows, turning to look away as she finishes stripping down as well.

Thankfully everyone else still in the locker room was engrossed in their own conversations.

“Second from the end.” Caitlin announces.

It’s a hobby they’ve picked up since Sonia accidentally went into Lauren’s shower last practice. You’d think that wouldn’t happen, but with the water from every shower going, it gets hard to pinpoint exactly which ones are occupied.

And in this moment, Anastasia is glad that she didn’t join in on that tradition. She lets a little bit of time pass before she finds herself making her way towards the showers, her feet moving themselves.

Second from the end.

She slips her body through the curtain, closing it tightly. Caitlin hardly reacts, wiping the water from her face as she turns to face her.

“Getting a head start on that team bonding coach was talking about?” Caitlin teases, continuing to let the water flow down her body.

Anastasia rolls her eyes, moving herself to fit under the stream of the water as well. Her body presses against Caitlin’s just enough to give her that feeling.

“You’re an asshole.” Anastasia says, feeling the way Caitlin’s chest rises and falls quicker with every passing second.

“Is this your way of talking about what happened last night?”

Anastasia ignores her, closing her eyes, and washing her face.

“Figures.” Caitlin mutters, going back to lathering the soap onto her body.

It’s insane to her how this morning, Anastasia couldn’t wait to get away.

Yet here she was, in her shower.

“You’re so fucking confusing.” Caitlin finally lets out, Anastasia’s eyes opening at the comment.

“And you’re not?”

“No, I’m not. You tell me you think about me all the time even though you have a boyfriend. You finally let me touch you, but refuse to acknowledge it. And now you’re in my fucking shower.”

Anastasia doesn’t reply.

“What do you want? Hm, Stas? What do you want?”

Anastasia kisses Caitlin before she can let her brain tell her it’s a bad idea.

Caitlin’s hands find her waist, guiding her backwards towards the wack and away from the water. One hand moves slowly, making sure to pay attention to every part it trails by. Her chest, her stomach, her hips.

Caitlin nudges a leg between Anastasia’s, making it easier for her to now slide the hand between her legs.

Anastasia moans quietly, one arm wrapping around Caitlin’s neck from behind for stability.

“Caitlin.” Anastasia whimpers, her head falling back against Caitlin shoulder when she teasingly slides her fingers through her folds, barely giving her the slightest touch where she really needs it.

“Please.” She shamelessly begs, her fingers now gripping at the hairs near the nape of her neck.

“Please?” Caitlin mocks, her other hand now coming up to massage at her chest.

She’s left Anastasia with nothing but the desperate grind of her hips, attempting to get any friction or accidental contact.

“Third from the end!” Someone shouts, the loud noise of the shower curtain one stall over being flung open.

It breaks Anastasia out of her haze and Caitlin feels her panic almost immediately. She finally slides a finger inside of her to essentially distract her from what just happened.

Anastasia gasps, her own free hand coming up to cover her own mouth.

“You’re taking your sweet time in there, Clark!” Their shower neighbor shouts, Caitlin finally figuring out the voice is Azzi.

Caitlin chuckles, but never stills her movement. “I’m washing off all the blood, sweat, and tears I got from carrying your ass.”

“Actually, I think Lauren carried today, but I guess you held your own.”

“Whatever helps you sleep tonight, Fudd.”

“Is Ana last shower? I don’t think I can shout any louder than this for her to hear me.”

“You need me to pass on a message?”

Now Caitlin was taunting her while being inside of her.

“Nah, I’ll tell her after. It’s a secret.”

“Secret, hm?” Caitlin whispers to Anastasia. “What are you hiding from me?”

Anastasia shakes her head. She wants her to shut up. 1. Because she’s tired of the cockiness, and 2. The last thing she wants to do is give Caitlin the satisfaction of knowing her taunting is what gets her going the most.

“I’m sure you have some secrets of your own to talk about later.” Azzi jokes.

“Something like that.” Caitlin responds before turning her attention back to Anastasia, who is arriving right at her finish, her stomach tightening.

She squeezes her eyes shut as she finishes, making sure to try her hardest to keep quiet

Caitlin nods, letting Anastasia come down a little, the hand that was just inside of her coming up back up to her waist.

Once Anastasia comes back to, Caitlin backs away, giving her body one last rinse.

“I’ll see you when you get out.” Caitlin whispers, reaching an arm out of the curtain to grab her towel, wrapping it around herself as she slips out.

Anastasia curses to herself as soon as the coast is clear.

They’re fucked.

THE ART OF WINNING MASTERLIST

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Okay if the chapter sucks, be nice okay it’s been a year 😭I have also started working on the next one so it should be out here soon as well…

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I WILL BE UPDATING THE ART OF WINNING TOMORROW. STRANGER WILL BE UPDATED… I’M NOT SURE BUT SOON <3

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I mean this with all due respect in the world when I say I need the art of winning to come back like EXPEDITIOUSLY

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The way I literally exited out of a fic draft just to open this notification… I fear y’all just got it delayed for another year ❤️

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CLOSER — CAITLIN CLARK (18+)

As soon as the cake was placed down in front of her and the candles were lit, the staff and all of her friends and family began to sing happy birthday, Caitlin hiding her face in her hands.

You were taking advantage of there being people around, moving her hands while your phone was recording just below the table line to get a good angle of her. She hated when you took videos of her. Pictures, fine. But videos? Absolutely not.

“Make a wish!” Someone shouts out as she rolls her eyes and leans forward, closing her eyes and blowing out the candles.

Everyone claps and cheers before they begin cutting the cake and handing out pieces.

You gently rub her back, bringing her attention onto just you.

“What’d you wish for?” You ask her.

“I can’t say or it won’t come true.” Caitlin replies before leaning her mouth over towards your ear. “But you’ll find out.”

You push her head away having to drop your head to hide your flustered face.

The entire ride home you find yourself toying around with Caitlin’s free hand just to make sure she behaves. You can feel her glance over at you a few times, making sure to keep your eyes straight ahead. If you don’t feed into it, she will give up.

Wrong.

The longest red light of all time decides to interrupt the drive home. The quiet hum of the car disappearing now that it’s idling.

She brings your hand up to her mouth, placing a gentle kiss to the back of it. She then moves her attention onto your ring finger.

“You could use some new jewelry, huh?”

You take a deep breath, knowing what she’s insinuating.

“Maybe.”

But you’re better at these games.

“But I’ve got something else I can wear that’ll hold you over until then.”

“Yeah?” She asks.

You slowly spread your legs, providing her a peek of the lacy bottoms of the set you’d put on for her.

You can hear her breath stutter slightly before she attempts to reach over.

“Light’s green.” You say, snapping your legs closed.

Her jaw clenches before she lets out a chuckle, her tongue pressing against the side of her cheek.

“You’re gonna regret that.”

“Oh am I?”

“Just wait.”

“You’re the impatient one.”

She stays silent for the rest of the car ride and in all honesty you were equally excited and nervous.

She lets you inside first, your first instinct of course to take off your heels. She grabs your wrist just as you reach down, pulling you to her.

“Keep them on.”

You turn around to face her, expecting her typical mischievous look. Instead you’re met with a darker gaze, her grip on your wrist slightly tightening.

“I told you,” she starts, her other hand loosening her belt buckle around her waist, “you were gonna regret it.”

Your eyes widen when she whips her belt out in one go, looping it in her hand.

“You wouldn’t.” You tease, knowing that’ll fire her up more. “You don’t have it in you.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.” She nods. “I’d rather do it myself.”

She takes you off guard with how she drags you down the hallway into your bedroom, laying you over her lap when she sits down. Her belt lays discarded next to you

“How old am I?”

You swallow hard, feeling her hand slide your dress up.

“I asked you a question.”

“Twenty four.” You shakily say, the feeling of her hand caressing and groping at your ass.

Your body jolts forward with the first smack, your mouth dropping open.

She rubs over her hand print, pulling your head up by your chin.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

You smile, shaking your head.

She brings her hand down again, sharper, causing you to gasp. She keeps her other hand around your neck so she can look at your face.

“Are you going to let me do what I want to do to you now?”

You couldn’t nod any faster than you did. She moves you off of her lap, standing up to undress herself. You do the same, already knowing what the next step is. You keep on your matching set before sliding your way back onto the bed, watching as she squeezes some lube into her hand, stroking it onto her strap.

You could drool at the sight, your thighs already slick from your arousal.

She finally looks up, eyes finding her belt. Her eyes then find yours, her look speaking for itself. As she makes her way onto the bed, she makes sure to move her belt closer as she fits herself between your legs, leaning down for a kiss. Your legs widen instinctively, the feeling of her rubbing up against you making your mouth gape open. She slips her tongue inside, the kiss quickly turning into a messy, desperate fight. You gently bite her lip as she pulls away, one of her favorite moves. She moans ever so lightly, almost losing track of what she was going to do.

“Put your hands together.” She demands, reaching for her belt.

You do just as she says, though shocked. She wraps her belt around your hands tightening it just enough to prevent you from getting out. She then pushes your arms down against the bed above your head, holding them in place.

“Don’t move.”

You nod, though the both of you know you can’t stay still.

She makes her way down between your legs, her fingers toying around with your underwear to torture you just a little longer. She slips a finger past, teasing your entrance just enough for your hips to slightly jut forward.

“No moving.” She reinforces, sliding her finger in so slowly that you can always feel yourself stretching around her.

Placing both of your legs on each of her shoulders, she lines herself up, pushing inside of you in an instant. Your back arches up as you moan out, one of her hands coming down to push you back against the bed.

Her other hand holds onto your right ankle, her eyes landing on the C anklet that she bought you for your birthday. She focuses on it with tunnel vision, her strokes speeding up. It’s a reminder that you belong to her — that you belong to each other.

She breaks away, her eyes landing back on yours. Her hand that’d been resting on your stomach finds its way between your legs, her thumb beginning to rub circles over your clit.

Her rule of no moving was becoming impossible by the minute. The leather of her belt was beginning to irritate your skin slightly, your hands writhing and pulling as she got quicker and rougher.

You can tell when she began thrusting hard enough to cause the harness to press against her, her teeth tucked between her teeth, eyebrows furrowed, and eyelids hooded. She also gets a lot quieter during her own pleasure for some reason, the only noise from her being a slight pant.

She lowers your legs from her shoulders to around her waist, the hand that was on your right ankle now fiddling with the belt buckle. You were both close, and her favorite thing for you to do as you came was to scratch her back, the slight pain being the key to speed up her own finish.

Once your hands are loose, you immediately pull her all the way down against you, your legs locking around her waist. She isn’t going until you were done. At first you lightly rake your fingers down her back, not doing enough damage to leave any actual marks. She begins thrusting harder to get you to stop teasing, her plan working as you dig your nails into her back.

She groans quietly, of her hands holding a hip, the other pushing against the headboard to prevent it from slamming any louder.

You don’t even get to warn her of your arriving finish, your back arching completely off of the bed as she keeps going until she reaches her own, slowly pulling out of you and allowing herself to collapse to the side. You both spend a few minutes catching your breath before you turn to face one another. You’re met with a spent yet full smile, her hand pulling you in for a kiss.

“I love you.” She tells you.

“I love you.” You reply before deepening the kiss, pushing her fully onto her back and straddling her waist.

“Woah,.” She chuckles breathlessly, her hands finding your waist. “What do you have planned now?”

Removing her hands from your waist, you lay them above her head, reaching for her belt.

“It’s your turn.”

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU

After a rough out of the blue breakup, you find yourself doing your own little twist of the 12 days of Christmas for her.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.

It was short. Too short.

She couldn’t stop messing with it, a variety of sighs ranging from disappointing to hopeful to sad with every different movement.

You couldn’t help your facial expressions in which she caught a glance of in the mirror.

“Oh my God. You hate it don’t you?” Caitlin groans, continuing to mess with her hair in the mirror.

“No!” you partially lie, tilting your head slightly.

Maybe it’ll look better with a different angle.

You tilt your head again, squinting slightly this time.

“It’s just new. I’ll get used to it.” You tell her instead.

“I won’t.” She mumbles.

Her hands drop to her sides defeatedly as she makes eye contact with you in the mirror.

You laugh, gently nudging her shoulder. “What’s it matter anyway? You’re just gonna put it in a ponytail ninety percent of the time.”

“Okay and? Can’t you ever let me whine in peace instead of providing feedback?”

“Nope.” You smile, this time running your own fingers through her hair. “Actually, I like it. It makes you look older.”

The quickness in which her face drops makes you snort.

“Now why in the hell would you say that?” She shouts, smacking your hand away.

It was your favorite thing to do, mocking her fear of growing up. Ever since you two were in middle school she expressed how much she dreads growing up. Having to be old and working a boring job would kill get quicker than natural causes.

Of course she won’t have to worry about that now, her blessed skills in the sport of basketball saving her from a career of misery. But still, bodies age. Her biggest fear of not being able to run freely and wrestle around will still come later down the line.

“I didn’t say old, I said older. You look your age.”

“You suck. Get out.” She fake demands, pushing you away as you continue to laugh at her misery.

I hate the way you drive my car.

“Caitlin!” You screech, the dreadful sound of your car hitting the snowbank echoing through, just like you told her it would.

She’s begged you for months to take her driving for practice, her license the only thing holding her back from true freedom.

She grimaces, immediately giving you that puppy dog look. “I’m sorry.”

She won’t be having freedom any time soon.

Spoiler Alert: you were wrong.

I hate it when you stare.

Caitlin’s eyes are in their own league. Their ability to change color freak you out, especially when you see it as it happens, which she denies that it means what you think it does.

Sometimes you wish it did mean that.

You wish it did mean that all the time.

I hate your big smelly basketball shoes and the way you read my mind.

Granting Caitlin the code to your house was a mistake. Following practice she’d find her way into your bed, her practice clothes shed as soon as she entered your bedroom.

The first time she’d done it, her shoes nearly turned your room into a biohazard. She learned quickly that her shoes needed to stay at the front door.

However, her slightly salty sweat became something you find comfort in.

She’s learned how it makes you sleepy. And though you deny, deny, deny the fact, all it takes is for her to snuggle into your bed and you’re both out like a light.

I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.

You couldn’t deny your feelings any longer.

You liked Caitlin.

Caitlin, your long term best friend.

Caitlin, the lanky popular basketball player who managed to make an entire room laugh with one line.

Caitlin, the girl who went from messy ponytails to overly straightened hair pretty much overnight, the sudden change in appearance causing heart palpitations.

Caitlin, the green eyed, sometimes brown eyed, so actually hazel eyed girl who rocked your world.

But Caitlin liked her.

And it killed you.

“So, how’s the girlfriend.” You ask.

The tone comes off phony, almost offensive. Caitlin’s used to your attitude, but she’s never seen you this way.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” She says.

Short and simple. Kind of relieving.

“Then what is she?” You press further.

Caitlin glances over at you before scoffing.

“What? I can’t ask my bestfriend questions about her relationship?”

“It’s not a relationship, it’s an agreement.”

“Well how’s the agreement?”

“Good.” Caitlin says casually.

“And what’s good?”

“Third base is good.” Caitlin mutters, your heart immediately falling into your stomach.

You feel like you could hurl.

You can’t even find the words.

Caitlin and someone else.

The room feels hot, like it’s spinning. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, the movie becoming blurry as your eyes begin tearing up.

You jump up running to the bathroom.

It’s embarrassing.

With your head hung over the toilet, you hear her footsteps enter in behind you. She squats down next to you, rubbing your back. You can faintly hear her quiet breathy laugh.

“Jeez, is it that gross to imagine me getting some?”

Something like that.

I hate the way you’re always right.

You’d been ignoring Caitlin. You denied it when she attempted to bring it up, but she knows you.

“You’re jealous.”

The words hang heavy in the air, despite you attempting to drown her out with the radio.

You were trapped in Caitlin’s car this time, your car kicking the bucket as soon as winter started. She’d been your chauffeur for the past few weeks, and you were just thankful you didn’t have to ride the freezing ice block of a bus every morning. Even though her driving is a danger in itself.

She says your name.

A few more seconds pass before you shake your head.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Look at me.” Caitlin says.

You swallow hard before looking over at her.

“She doesn’t mean nearly as much to me as you do. You know that.”

The words should warm you up, but they don’t. She doesn’t mean it the way you want her to mean it.

Your heart is aching and you wholeheartedly haw to pretend like it isn’t.

You stay silent.

I hate it when you lie.

You stare at the clock. 11:52pm.

She ditched you.

She’d forgotten you.

On your birthday.

There is eight minutes left, but you’ve given up hope. You’d seen her location. She was with her. And she’d been with her since last night.

She hadn’t even texted you, but that doesn’t matter. You wouldn’t have wanted a half assed text. You wouldn’t have wanted a bare minimum gift that she’d drop off just to go back with her.

After an hour of sobbing, loneliness, and heartbreak, your bedroom door creaks open. You don’t even look up. You don’t even move when you feel the other side of your bed dip, the familiar scent and weight of her body engulfing you.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

And you want to believe it.

But you can’t.

I hate the way you make me laugh even worse when you make me cry.

You’d forgiven Caitlin in minutes.

The second she’d held you while you cried, even though you denied that you were, even though you wanted to push her away and scream at her, you let her.

She was warm.

She was strong.

She was everything.

She’d told you how she felt. She’d told you that as soon as she remembered, she’d left. She’d ended things with her.

“I shouldn’t have had to forget in order to remember. I shouldn’t have had to remember to realize.”

Those words will stick with you forever.

She felt the same way.

But still, it wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this at least.

She’d turned your face to look at her, and she wiped your tears away.

And her eyes were the color, the color she always said is only caused when it’s too bright.

But it was dark.

And you felt the breath from her lips get closer and closer until it stopped. And her lips were on yours. And for a moment you’d been waiting for forever, it surely didn’t last that long.

“That was illegal, you know? I’m underage and you’re eighteen.”

You suck your teeth, pushing her away from you.

She laughs before doubling back. “Come on, it was funny.”

It was.

It always is.

I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call.

‘Hawkeye state!’

Her caption was burned into your mind since you read it.

She changed her mind, and she hadn’t told you.

You hate the color yellow now. Every time you see it, you think of her.

She was supposed to be here with you.

But she chose to leave you behind.

You should’ve seen it coming. She was always going to go far, and you, you were just along for the ride for as long as she felt fit.

You thought it was some sick nightmare. You thought she’d be here right next to you, attempting to study for class but getting distracted by your movie instead.

The blue, gold, and green is bleak.

But Caitlin, she shines so bright.

You’d be lying if you didn’t keep tabs on her. You’d be lying if you didn’t watch every game, study every stat, know every milestone that was coming up.

Your notes app are filled with drafted messages you wanted to send, some of them almost coming out during a drunk night out with friends.

You will forever hold out hope for Caitlin Clark.

Your best friend.

Your first love.

Your everything.

But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

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[saphfix]

PRETTY WOMAN (18+)

A weeklong West Coast swing causes Caitlin to crave some special company.

Phoenix, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Portland, Seattle.

It was a never before seen swing in the history of any sport. The media thinks the Fever front office have lost their minds.

Caitlin is convinced this is her perfect chance to prove she’s not a bust.

Having only played a dozen and some change of games last season and coming off of a season ending injury, she was ready to remind everyone.

But despite the endless hours of shooting and forcing AB to challenge her in the paint to strengthen herself again, for some reason, it wasn’t looking too good.

The thought of downloading Raya was a fleeting thought— but not fleeting enough given she had to apply and wait for approval. It didn’t take too long, pretty instantaneous really. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t dealing with a partial ego inflation.

Caitlin Clark really is who they say she is.

And that’s why your eyes nearly jumped out of your head when you, also going through your own dry spell, came across an obviously very quickly put together page of Caitlin’s.

“West Coast Week.”

That’s what her description says. Now usually it’ll say the specific location and time they will be there, not an entire geographical region.

But this was now or never, fuck the details.

Your finger clicked the heart quicker than you like to admit, and though you’ll never know, her ego was now inflated past no return.

Caitlin: Hi.

Your eyebrows raises at how fast she sends the message.

You: Hi!

You were overthinking it.

How exactly does one talk to a global superstar?

You: What exactly is a west coast week?

You anticipate an answer, the checkmark confirming that she read your message appearing quickly.

Caitlin: Phoenix tonight, Las Vegas the next, LA soon after, San Fran, Portland, Seattle… you get the gist.

You: Jesus, how does that work?

Caitlin: Don’t you know?

Your eyebrow furrows.

Is she being condescending?

You: I don’t believe I do, no.

Caitlin: I’m Superman.

The sigh you let out could provide air for generations to come.

She’s corny.

As hell.

Caitlin: Caitlin Clark, Clark Kent. It’s no coincidence.

You: You don’t have the Superman look though.

Caitlin: Oh come on, you saw the guns.

You: That’s not what I meant lol…

You pause.

That sounded rude.

You meant to flirt.

You: I did see them, they’re pretty nice by the way, but I meant the other part. The nerdy part. The shy part.

Caitlin: The nerdy look is more of a second meet up kind of thing. The shy part however is pretty nonexistent.

You: Is it really?

Caitlin: It takes a special kind of situation to make me shy.

You: I guess I’ll just have to make it special to ensure I get to the second one.

Caitlin: I guess so.

You: I just so happen to be in Las Vegas for the weekend. I also just so happen to be a resident of the great Los Angeles.

Caitlin: Perfect. I’ll send you my hotel tomorrow night, yeah?

You: See you then, Superman.

•

Her hotel room was insane. You’ve never seen anything like it before.

“So does everyone have this nice of a room?” You ask, resting your chin on your hand.

“I may have asked to be upgraded.” Caitlin smiles, popping open the champagne she’d ordered up to the room.

“I’m honored.”

“You should be.”

It doesn’t come off as cocky as it should. You do feel pretty honored.

But so should she.

“I’ve got to warn you, I’ve been told I can get out of hand when I drink.” She explains once she finishes topping off your glass, filling her own.

“I’ve been told the same.” You admit, downing the entire glass. “I’m not one for waiting. Too impatient.”

It takes her a little off guard before she follows suit, swallowing hers down in one sip.

“I have practice tomorrow, so I should take it easy.”

“Right…”

She watches as you pick up a strawberry, gently plucking each leaf before taking a bite of it. Her eyes then travel to yours, and back down to your lips that are now slightly stained pink.

“You want one?” You tell her, watching her face turn slightly shocked.

“Well aren’t you attentive.” She laughs quietly, her fingers reaching for one.

You stop her, motioning the half eaten strawberry in your hand towards her mouth.

“You can finish mine.”

You swear there’s a twinkle in her eye.

She’s found her match.

The eye contact is deafening, suffocating even, as she opens her mouth, slowly moving closer.

Her mouth grazes your fingertips ever so slightly as she eats the rest of what’s left of your strawberry. You can tell by the look in her eyes that she thinks she got you right where she wants you.

And then, you bring your fingers to your own mouth, sucking the remnants of strawberry juice off.

•

You wake up, barely able to see out of the curtains the mess of your hair has created over your eyes.

What in the hell happened?

Stirring awake, you lift your head to see the tall brunette figure in the corner of the room, phone between her ear and shoulder, her shorts halfway up her body.

“Listen,” she begins, pulling her shorts all the way up. “I know I’m late—”

She pauses and sighs, her head falling back.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll be there.”

She huffs as the call ends, tossing her phone to the floor. She turns to go for her bag, surprised when she sees you sitting up.

“Good morning.” She says, offering a small smile. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“I’m sorry I made you late.” You apologize back, pulling the sheet closer to your chest.

“You don’t have to hide, I’ve seen it all already.” She teases before heading to the bathroom, toothbrush and toothpaste in hand.

You laugh quietly to yourself, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed. Your eyes land on her t-shirt from last night, quickly throwing it over yourself. Tiptoeing behind her, you lean against the doorway, waiting for her to look up from the sink.

She doesn’t even look in your direction, grabbing and tossing the complementary toothbrush in your direction. You don’t react fast enough, the toothbrush hitting you smack dab in the middle of your chest. It falls to the floor with a clack, and you watch as she shakes her head, still not even looking up.

You bend over to grab it, shocked when you stand back up to see her facing you.

“You were much faster last night, what happened? Did I tire you out?”

You roll your eyes at her cocky statement, nudging your way in front of her, wetting your toothbrush. She eyes you through the mirror, her head tilting aside.

“I’m late, as you know.” She mumbles, one of her hands trailing up the side of your bare leg. “And it’s your fault.”

You have to hide the slight shiver that runs through your body, not wanting to encourage her.

You shrug your shoulders, continuing to brush your teeth.

“Hm.” She hums, nodding her head.

You mock her hum before spitting out your toothpaste.

“I’ll be back.” She finally says, giving you a slight tap for goodbye.

“And I’ll be here.”

•

Your second night together was much less introductory and much more straight to the point. As soon as she’d gotten back from practice all she had to do was point towards the bathroom and you knew the deal.

You never thought you’d know what temperature showers Caitlin Clark prefers, but now you know.

Boiling.

Thankfully for you, she takes most of it, her back facing the stream, your face against the glass.

“How much do you think I’ll score tomorrow?” She asks.

You can hardly hear her over the water, as well as the ringing of your ears, the pleasure and the heat too much to handle all at once.

You go to answer, choking on the stream and the fact that she’s started sucking at your neck.

“Thirty.” You jumble out.

You’d googled her stats while you were alone and waiting for her return. Her season average so far is 22. What a coincidence. You also remember her season high is 27, her career high 35.

“Thirty?” She repeats, wanting to make sure she heard you right.

“Mhm.” You weakly reply, your hands sliding down the condensed glass as you try to support your suddenly heavy feeling body.

“You think thirty is enough?”

“For you? Probably not.“ You mumble with a shake of your head. “You’re an overachiever.”

She chuckles. “Talking shit when you can barely even stand?”

“Is it shit talking if it’s true?”

“Count to thirty for me.” She tells you, thrusting her fingers inside of you unexpectedly.

You moan, gripping at nothing but the slippery glass.

“That didn’t sound like a one to me.”

•

Caitlin offered to get you a courtside seat to the game. You refused. Partially because you were tired, and partially because you know exactly where that leads.

Instead, you watch it on the tv in the room, charging a shit ton of room service to her tab. You have Google open right next to you for whenever they say a word that you don’t recognize.

Quarter after quarter, her performance only got better. She went from 13, to 24, to 33, to 42. She was shooting so many threes back to back that you didn’t even register she hit one until she hits another.

You’d never been so into a sports game in your life, and yet, this feeling will follow you for much time to come.

The game is over before you know it, the Fever beating the reigning champs, 111-106.

The cameras pan to Caitlin doing a post game interview, her towel around her neck, sweat dripping down her forehead and arms.

She scored 47.

And she made sure you knew.

•

It was early when Caitlin woke you with the feeling of light kisses on your thighs. You hadn’t even opened your eyes completely yet before you feel her kisses trail higher, her fingers splaying as she spreads you apart.

Last night she’d told you how these three days had been the best time she’s had in a while. Though she knows you live in Los Angeles, she wasn’t sure if it’d be too much for you to continue on with your agreement for the rest of the way.

You’d insisted that it wouldn’t be too much.

In fact, it wouldn’t be enough.

You proposed the thought of keeping up the agreement for her entire west coast trip. LA, San Fran, Portland, and Seattle.

She couldn’t be quicker to accept.

And of course, she wanted to celebrate.

The feeling of her mouth finally tasting you makes your back arch, your hands entangled in her hair almost immediately.

Her eyes looked so much darker.

So much hungrier.

Fuck a career high, she wanted to leave her mark on something else. So it’s no surprise when you recognize the pattern she was tracing over your clit.

Her name.

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[saphfix]

OUTSIDE — CAITLIN CLARK

WARNINGS — ⑱ Cheating, Language, Mentions of Alcohol, & Sexual Content

SUMMARY — Is it really cheating if she earned you first?

It’ll be fun, I promise.

Come onnn :(

I’ll buy you all the drinks you want!

Please?

Caitlin had been trying to convince you to come out all night long. You declined her offer every single time, despite the temptation of the texts.

Caitlin and your boyfriend have been close friends since college. Her former frat boy persona won him over almost immediately. They became one another’s wing-man and wing-woman going on to terrorize the UIOWA bars one by one.

When Caitlin first ever saw you, she wanted you all to herself. She’d never felt that before. But it’s just her luck that your boyfriend called dibs first, so she was left having to butter you up for him.

You’d be lying if you were to say that you weren’t feeling her. She was funny, charming, and confident. The top three things on your list were her top three traits.

Her looks didn’t hurt either, of course. She was tall, had a nice body and smile, and her deep-ish voice only made it even better.

But when she slid in the “my friend thinks you’re cute”, and you figured you must’ve been reading the entire situation wrong, you wanted to die. It was embarrassing.

You stayed as far away from her as possible for the rest of the night, forcing yourself to spend the night with your now boyfriend while he talked himself up, overwhelming you with his bravado.

Your eyes still found her here and there though, her new personal target being some random blonde that you decided to hate forever in that exact moment.

It’s been years since then and times surely have changed. The three of you are all still in touch, obviously you and your boyfriend are, but you honestly weren’t sure if their friendship was going to last past college.

And you certainly weren’t expecting to get as close to Caitlin as you are now.

As of recently, your relationship with your boyfriend has began to decline. You hardly ever see one another, and the I love you’s started turning into see you later’s.

He doesn’t even feel like a boyfriend anymore. He’s more like a part-time roommate.

The tap has done dry. You can;t even remember the last time you kissed, let alone flirted or smiled at one another.

With that being said, you hardly ever feel up to doing anything except for sulking in your own sadness.

But tonight, Caitlin’s company didn’t sound too bad.

Taking too long to respond to her texts, she calls you, her speech slightly slurred and high pitched.

“Come on, you don’t want to see me?”

You hear the laughs of some of her friends in the background. Good to know that she has no shame in begging in front of people.

Your eyes land on the clock across the way, 11:39 jumping out at you.

Your boyfriend should’ve been home hours ago. But you don’t even care that he isn’t.

“I can’t, Cait.” You sigh.

“Why not?”

The background has gotten a lot quieter. She must’ve walked away from everyone else.

“I haven’t seen you in so long.” She continues. “Please?”

“I really don’t want to come out.” You tell her.

Your eyes find the clock again. 11:42.

You hear her sigh over the phone, her disappointment hanging through the line.

“You could come over though.” You offer, taking yourself by surprise. “Only if you find a safe ride.”

“I’ll book an Uber right now.” She rushes out, her fingers tapping loudly against the screen almost right away.

Well damn.

“See you in a few.” She says quickly before hanging up.

You slowly pull your phone away, not having expected her to actually leave and come over, especially not right away. You look down at yourself with a grimace. You’re still in your pajamas, your hair is a mess, and your bed is covered in snacks.

You hurry and clean both yourself and your place up, sitting down on the couch to wait for her once you finish.

Her knocking snaps you out of it, and you open the door to the tipsy girl leaning onto the doorframe. Her body fills the space right in front of you, her hand extended and a cheesy grin spread across her face.

“I brought you a drink.”

“Aw, you didn’t have to.” You smile, pulling her inside.

The door closes behind her and she wraps her arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

You let yourself melt into her touch for a while, the two of you swaying in place.

“Here,” She starts, pulling away from you slowly. “Drink this so I don’t feel so out of place.”

You shake your head, accepting the drink. “How did they let you take a drink to go?”

“Come on, you know who I am.” She says half-joking, but you know that there’s some truth behind it.

The two of you make your way to the couch, and you notice almost instantly how close she’s sitting to you. You try to avoid the fact that her arm is slung behind your head, and you can smell her perfume. You take a sip of your drink, your eyes staying stuck on her.

“What?” She asks quietly.

You shrug. “You just look kinda good tonight, that’s all.”

Her eyebrows furrow slightly at your words. “I look good?”

“Tonight, yes.”

“All I hear is that I look good.” She says with a shrug and a smirk.

“I mean, you’re not bad looking.”

“No?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Good to know.”

You roll your eyes before finishing the rest of your drink and placing it on the table in front of you.

“So, are we going to talk about the elevator in the room?”

“Elevator?” You question. “Do you mean elephant?”

“Whatever.” She scoffs. “How are you two doing?”

“I don’t know.”

You can tell that she expected that answer, but it doesn’t make her feel any less hurt for you. You deserve better.

“It’s his loss.”

You shrug again.

“It is, really.” She iterates.

Before you know it, she’s leaned over towards you, placing her lips gently onto your cheek. You giggle, cupping her jaw in your hand as she pulls away.

“You’re so sweet.” You tell her, your eyes tracing over her face.

She grins at you with a wink. “I try.”

There was never a whole lot of tension between the two of you, or atleast you thought. People have made sly comments, wondering if there was secretly something there between you two, but if there ever was, you were unaware.

A silence falls between the two of you, her hand bracing against the back of your couch as you slowly place your lips onto hers, savoring the moment.

You pull back, the two of you making eye contact. You can’t read the emotion in her eyes, wondering if you’d just fucked up.

Just as you go to apologize she kisses you this time, her hand now slithering behind your neck and pulling you closer to her.

You feel her sigh into it as you slide onto your back, allowing her to fit herself between your legs while the kiss deepens. Her tongue teasingly dances around with yours before she pulls away, chuckling at the way you chase after her lips.

“You like being on top, don’t you?”

Your cheeks heat up, wondering how the hell she knows that. Then you remember how you drunkenly spilled all of your kinks and favorite positions to her one night.

That was so long ago though. Why would she remember?

By the time you realize what she’s insinuating, she’s already seated back against the couch, her legs spread slightly.

“Come on.”

You know that if you think about it too much you’ll talk yourself out of it, so you find your way onto her lap, reconnecting your lips as if you never stopped. Her hands grip at your hips, and you can’t help but notice how she’s subconsciously rolling up into you.

A whimper slips from your mouth ever so slightly, but she notices almost immediately, her mouth twisting into a smirk. She pulls away, both her eyes and lips glossed over.

As she’s staring up at you, you don’t doubt for second that she isn’t what you want right here, right now.

“I’ve heard some things.” She whispers, her mouth now finding your jaw.

You moan lightly, your hands settling on her shoulders. “Things like what?”

“Things that I’d like to find out if they’re true.” She murmurs against your neck, sucking gently at the skin.

“Yeah?” You ask shakily, attempting to keep your composure. “Find out then.”

Her hands have now made their way into the waistband of your shorts, tugging softly as she kisses down to your collarbone.

You know exactly what she’s asking for.

You lift your hips and sit back onto her knees, allowing her to slip your shorts off. Her eyes follow the trail before she throws them to the side, settling you onto your back onto her lap.

She lets you guide her hand exactly where you want it and you quicky shift your panties to the side, lifting yourself up to line up her fingers with your entrance.

With nothing but lust in her eyes, she watches the pleasure take over your face, her stomach fluttering.

“Oh my God.” You mutter, sinking all the way down onto her fingers.

Bottoming out, the palm of her hand presses against your clit just enough to heighten the sense of pleasure.

“Oh my God.” You moan this time, gently beginning to ride her fingers.

“It’s Caitlin.” You hear her teasingly correct you, her other hand gripping your hip.

You hate that you loved that.

It was now an exchange of messy kisses and hurried touches.

This was more desperate than you could have ever imagined. How could you have always had this much want and need for her and never know?

A gasp jolts out of you when she bucks her hips up, thrusting her fingers deep inside of you. Part of her hates how she can’t feel herself inside of you, blessed be the feeling of you tightening around her, but the sight and sounds of you coming undone do just enough.

“You feel so good.” You whisper, watching the way Caitlin bites her lip at the praise.

“You’re so fucking…” She sighs, letting her head fall back against the couch as she loses her train of thought.

It didn’t feel real.

It couldn’t be real.

You let your head fall onto her chest, tiredly grinding against her. You’d lost the strength in your legs to do anything more, and Caitlin was somehow losing the pleasure battle faster than you.

Your hips were shaking from the exhaustion, but you push through, feeling just how close you were.

Then, the door unlocks.

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[saphfix]

CAMERAS — CAITLIN CLARK

WARNINGS — Language

SUMMARY — And the award for Caitlin’s favorite coworker goes to…

AUTHOR’S NOTE — This fic has been sitting in my drafts for so long that it didn’t even pop up anymore… I’m so sorry to the anon for making you wait all year long. Please don’t hate me!

“She’s right there, just go say hi!”

Caitlin shakes her head at Aliyah’s attempt to shove her over in your direction, planting her feet firmly on the ground.

“Stop it!” She whisper shouts, separating herself from Aliyah.

“Oh my goodness, you’re such a wuss!” Aliyah laughs.

“I’m not a wuss, I’m just—” Caitlin pauses, her eyes landing on you. “I don’t know.”

You’re totally oblivious to the situation, attempting to set up all of your equipment for media day.

Caitlin can still recall your very first day with the Fever down to every single detail. From your outfit, to the color of your jewelry, to the first sentence that you said to her.

It’s an interesting dynamic you two have. Every time you talk to one other, you wonder why you don’t do it more often.

“You act as if she hasn’t been working here for months already. You’ve talked to her a bunch of times.”

“Yeah, about basketball and work. I don’t know how to talk about anything else, especially not to her.” Caitlin says.

“What are you so worried about? What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could make her uncomfortable and then she avoids me forever.” Caitlin explains.

Aliyah rolls her eyes. “News flash, Caitlin. She can’t avoid you. She works here.”

“Whatever.” Caitlin scoffs. “You know what I’m trying to say.”

“Yeah, a bunch of excuses.” Aliyah mutters.

You finally turn around having got the cameras and mics set up, looking over in Caitlin and Aliyah’s direction.

“Hey!” You call out, the two of them not realizing you’re talking to them.

You watch their oddly secretive and serious conversation with a notch in your eyebrow before you try again.

“Caitlin!” You call out this time, Caitlin immediately freezing in place.

“Oh my God.” Caitlin whispers to Aliyah, her eyes widening. “Is she talking to me?”

“Yes! Turn around, idiot!” Aliyah tells her, smacking her shoulder.

Caitlin turns around to face you slowly, her hand coming up to point at herself.

“Me?” Caitlin asks.

You laugh, nodding your head. “You’re the only Caitlin in here, aren’t you?”

Caitlin’s cheeks immediately turn red and she walks her way over, scratching at her neck.

“Are you ready for your favorite part of the season?” You tease.

She awkwardly laughs, her head dropping to the ground.

“Come on, at least pretend like you don’t hate me for the cameras.”

“I don’t hate you!” Caitlin spits out. “I could never hate you. Why would you think I hate you?”

“I know, Cait.” You tell her. “I’m just joking.”

“Oh. Right. My bad.”

You start the camera, walking over to her to clip the microphone to the neckline of her jersey. You wonder if you’re thinking too much about it, but you swear she’s holding her breath the entire time you’re touching her, her throat bobbing as she attempts to look anywhere but at you.

“Are you okay?” You ask, stepping back slightly to make sure everything looks good.

“Yeah.” She rushes out quickly with a small nod.

“Okay, I think we’re ready.”

•

The day was finally over. After endless hours of photos, videos, and all other sorts of media day tasks, Caitlin is showered and ready to go.

Exiting the locker room, she catches up on the Instagram stories that the Fever have been posting all day. As she walks past the gym, she’s surprised to see you still there. Camped out in the center, seated on the floor, you stare intensively at your work.

It’s been proven that you work best when everything is out in front of you. Staring at your computer screen for too long gives you headaches, and working at home tends to make you sleepy.

Work stays at work.

It’s a balance.

“It’s always late nights for you.” Caitlin calls out.

Her voice echoes through the now empty gym. You have to hide your shock as you turn around to face her.

“Working hard or hardly working?” She teases as she walks over, staring down at your Tetris of pictures and designs.

“Honestly, I couldn’t tell you.” You joke back, staring up at her.

Your mind is in creator block mode. You know what you want to see, yet it isn’t connecting. Maybe today has been too long. Maybe you should just call it a night.

But the one thing you hate more than feeling stuck is feeling incomplete.

“It’s a weird way to do things but—”

“I like it.” She cuts you off. “It works. You have everything out in front of you, so it’s hard to miss stuff.”

You nod. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s it.”

It fills you with a warm feeling to see the way she’s truly admiring your work, attempting to understand.

“You’re a genius. I would’ve never thought to do something like this.”

Your cheeks warm just a tad, and you turn away from her so she can’t see.

“You’re going for a universe kind of thing?” She asks, kneeling down beside you.

“Universe? What makes you think that?”

Caitlin leans forward, pointing to the middle of your collage. “The message is like the sun, and everything else looks like it’s orbiting around it.”

You spot what she means, softly nodding along. “I could see that, yeah. That’s not what I was going for but I see how you got there.”

“That’s why you’re the professional and not me.” She laughs.

You two sit in silence for a minute and you continue to figure out what she’s trying to say.

“If I were going for a universe kind of vibe, I’d do this.”

You switch the picture of the message and put the picture of Caitlin and AB there.

“Me and AB? Why?” Caitlin asks.

“You two are the core of the team. Young, powerful, and somewhat underrated. Why wouldn’t I? It doesn’t look right any other way.”

Caitlin hums. “So we’re like the sun then?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m honored that you think I’m that important.” She says with a slight chuckle.

You can hear the slightest sad tone in her words. This season hasn’t been the easiest for her. Being injured. Sitting out. You can’t imagine how it’d feel sitting on the sidelines, feeling nothing but pure want and need to get back out there. It’d be like visiting your dream destination just to realize your camera has no film or sd card.

Your worst nightmare.

Yet, she handles it perfectly.

“You’re strong.” You finally say, turning to look at her. “I bet there’s times the sun doesn’t want to shine so bright too.“

You watch the way her chest rises and falls at your comment. A deep breath. She doesn’t look at you though, her eyes continuing to stare at the picture of her and Aliyah.

“Or maybe it could even be a body, and you two are the heart.”

Her head tilts.

“Your mind is insane.” She whispers.

“So is yours.”

She shakes her head. “Nah, not even close.”

“I can plan out pictures and photoshoots. I can plan out marketing schemes and find phrases or metaphors that fit. But you forge an entire world.”

Now she looks at you, her face contorted with confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“The way you are on the court is like a cartographer. You’re not discovering or navigating, you’re creating.”

You swear the idea flashes between both of your heads at the same time.

“A map.” You both say.

Turning back to your collage of photos, you reorganize it all into a trail rather than a diagram. You stand to your feet, offering a hand to her. You both step back to look at the final product, nodding along.

“Look at that.” You say, unable to hold back your smile.

“Does that mean we did it together, or…” Caitlin teases, nudging your shoulder.

You laugh. “I’ll give you a creative credit in the fine print.”

“How about you let me take you out, to celebrate?”

You nearly give yourself whiplash at how fast you turn to face her.

“You want to take me out?”

Caitlin smacks her teeth. “Come on, don’t act so surprised.”

Was it supposed to be obvious? If anything you would’ve been more inclined to think that she doesn’t like you rather than having a crush on you.

“I’m not acting. I’m very surprised.” You admit.

“Seriously?” Caitlin asks.

“Yeah, I had no idea.”

“God!” Caitlin groans, smacking a hand onto her face. “Aliyah told me that it was so obvious.”

“Aliyah lied.” You giggle, removing her hand from her face. “But I’d love to.”

Caitlin smiles. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You confirm again.

Guess it’s time to plan a date.

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THE MORNING — CAITLIN CLARK

WARNINGS — ⑱ Language, Mentions of Alcohol, Sexual Content, & Slight Age-Gap

SUMMARY — It was bound to happen. You and your sisters bestfriend, that is.

Growing up, whenever your siblings had friends, they’d become your friends too. Some by force, thanks to your mom forcing your sisters to let you hang out with them, and some just simply because they were actually nice and tolerated you fairly well.

Except for one.

It’s not that you and Caitlin didn’t necessarily get along. In fact, you wanted nothing more than for her to to be your friend. But she refused. She looked at you as some sort of inconvenience. Like a pest.

Given you are a bit younger than her, it’s safe to say that she just didn’t want to bother. But your maturity wasn’t even that far off from hers. She acted as if she was so much older than you, when in reality, she isn’t even a full two years.

You swore it was fraudulent. Her indifference towards you, that is.

And Caitlin would never admit it, but it partially was.

It was your sixteenth birthday party when she realized just what her problem with you was.

She liked you.

You, the younger sister of her bestest friend.

And that is simply not allowed.

Caitlin would be screwed if your sister ever found out.

She wasn’t sure when it started, or if it’d always been that way and she refused to notice until it became impossible to ignore, but you had her mind scrambled.

But for you, well, you always had a tiny crush on her.

It was the tiniest things that made you freak out.

When she started over straightening her hair, you loved the way her ponytails would flow and bounce so smoothly.

Don’t even mention the times that she’d knock on your door to condition with your sister as part of their at home practices.

You’d watch from your window as they worked out in the backyard, Caitlin’s sweaty and toned body bringing animalistic thoughts out of you.

Your favorite part was when she’d come in wearing just her sports bra for a water break, which you always just so happened to be in the kitchen for.

God, you had no idea what hormones could do to your body.

And Caitlin wasn’t an idiot. She noticed the way you looked at her, and she’d be lying if she were to say that she didn’t sometimes do things on purpose.

Soon enough, you started to grow into your looks as well.

Which Caitlin definitely noticed.

It was almost impossible to have pool parties anymore. Hidden behind your sunglasses, your eyes were always fixated on her awfully athletic body that fit her tall frame so perfectly.

Whenever Caitlin wasn’t doing some crazy flip into the pool, or challenging someone to a race, she’d find herself eyeing you, wondering when your one pieces turned into bikinis.

You vowed to never mention the one time she lifted you up and jumped into the pool with you. The way your legs wrapped around her waist and your arms around her neck haunted you for weeks.

Scratch that, you both thought about it almost every second for years.

After that, it was impossible for you two to be around each other. You could see it in the way that she’d avoid you every time she came over from then on.

And then she stopped coming over for good once she and your sister both went off to college.

She thought about you a lot. She was always one of the first people to see your story posts, or the first person in your likes. But don’t get it twisted, her sarcastic comments never stopped. She couldn’t let the cover slip.

And now, today was your birthday yet again.

Your sister just had to come home from college to throw you the biggest party possible, somehow convincing your parents to get out of town for it.

“So, who all did you invite?” You ask as the two of you sip on your drinks.

“Pretty much everybody.” Your sister tells you.

“You couldn’t have invited everybody, that’s way too many people.”

She laughs. “I know a lot of people, and so does Caitlin. We’re doing this party Project X style.”

In no way did you believe it’d be even close to Project X level, but you of all people know best on not doubting your sister and her capabilities.

“Speaking of Caitlin, how’s she been?” You ask, your eyes instinctively finding the brunette who was currently conversing with a random, her lips stuck to the rim of her cup as if she’s trying to get wasted.

Your sister lets out a noise between a chuckle and a scoff.

“What?” You ask.

“Nothing, just—” She pauses. “She’s been weird. She asks me how you’re doing at least once a week. I tell her to just ask you herself, but then she starts rambling like she does whenever she—”

Your sister trails off, her eyes beginning to squint slowly.

For some reason it took you asking about Caitlin for her to realize what was going on.

Caitlin, who’s still planted against the wall across the room, looks on obliviously to your sister’s glare.

“When she what?” You ask.

“Give me a second.” Your sister mutters, storming over in Caitlin’s direction.

You watch the way Caitlin’s face lights up when your sister walks over, a smile slipping onto your face, but it’s quickly replaced by a grimace as you watch how she gets dragged by her ear up the stairs and out of sight.

Your sister pushes Caitlin into a room, closing the door behind them. “What the hell?”

“I should be saying that to you!” Caitlin exclaims, rubbing at her ear.

“My sister, Caitlin? Really?”

“What about her? I haven’t talked to her yet—”

“And you’re not going to because I know that you like her!”

Caitlin pauses, her mouth instantly shutting.

There’s no way.

“What?” Caitlin half-heartedly asks.

“I’m embarrassed that it took me this long to notice.”

“I don’t.” Caitlin lies, shaking her head. “I don’t like your sister like that.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Caitlin sighs, holding her hands up. “Alright, listen.”

“Goddamnit!” Your sister shouts.

You swear that you can hear their yelling voices over the music, but you convince yourself that you’re just hallucinating. You awkwardly turn your attention back to your drink, quietly scrolling away on your phone.

“What’s the birthday girl doing over here all alone?”

You look up to see a guy that you go to school with standing in front of you. You were blanking on his name.

You shrug, placing your phone down. “I don’t know. Are you going to entertain me instead?”

He nods without hesitation, taking his chance and stepping closer.

Your conversation goes on for a bit, and honestly, it isn’t too bad. You find yourself distracted though once your eyes land on Caitlin and your sister finally exiting the room. They both look fairly mad, Caitlin’s eyes locking with yours almost immediately.

And then they move to the guy who’s awfully close to you.

And then you swear that her face transforms to something you’ve never seen before.

Anger.

No.

Jealousy.

And it looks unbelievably hot on her.

You can’t help but watch her begin to make her way over, the guys voice beginning to blend with the background noise.

“Excuse me.” Caitlin’s voice cracks into the air, her body coming between the two of you effortlessly.

The guy throws his arms up. “Ay, what the fuck?”

“Go away. Now. Thanks.” Caitlin tells him without even turning to him and facing you. “What the fuck?”

“We were talking.” You say, attempting to look around her but he’s already gone. “What’d you do that for?”

“I’m saving you. He was bothering you.”

“He wasn’t.” You half lie.

Before you know it, she’s dragging you through your own house, the destination ending up to be your room.

The second she closes the door, she turns to face you.

“He really wasn’t bothering you?” She asks.

“No, but you are.” You say, an attempt to push her buttons.

“You’re a goddamn liar.” She spits.

You open your mouth to speak but are cut off by the way she steps closer, your back now against the door. Your breath hitches, when she leans a little closer, her eyes burning holes through you.

She’s got you right where she wants you, and you have no problem being here.

You see the kiss before it happens, her eyes glancing down at your lips momentarily, her own lips parting ever so slightly.

It’s deep and slow, an honest noise of shock slipping from your lips. Her hands grip harshly at your waist, anchoring you up against where you stand.

Your hands plant against her chest, attempting to push her towards the bed. She slightly laughs into the kiss once she realizes, pulling away ever so slightly.

“You want it that bad, yeah?”

If your head wasn’t so cloudy from what’s happening, you’d feel embarrassed at how quickly you nod, the smirk on her face almost sickeningly cocky.

She flips the two of you around, pretty much throwing you down onto the bed. She isn’t far behind, fitting herself right between your legs and kissing you again.

Now this, this is all she’s ever wanted.

The girl she’s craved for so long underneath her is a dream come true.

The feeling of herself between your legs is better than she could’ve ever expected.

You, the girl of her dreams.

You, the little sister of her bestfriend.

Fuck. She shouldn’t be doing this.

“We can’t.” Caitlin mumbles against your lips, but her body contradicts her words, her hips continuing to slowly rut against yours.

“Why not?” You ask, the faint whininess in your voice making her nearly crumble.

It sends a shiver down your spine with the way that she quietly moans from your words, her face now nuzzled into your neck.

You grip onto her harder, your mouth finding its way to her jaw.

“Fuck, we can’t.” She repeats, but she doesn’t stop, her pace only quickening.

She fights herself on it, her fingers balling up in your bedsheets before she sighs, kissing you again. Your fingers first entangle into her hair before you begin to roam them around her back, the slight pleasure from the pressure between your legs making you feel empty headed. You don’t even know what to do.

All you know is that you want more.

You need more.

You whimper out against her lips, your legs widening to allow her more room and access. And just when you think it’s about to happen, she lifts herself off of you without warning, rushing to your door without a word.

You sit up, still trying to sort through your own thoughts.

“Wait—”

She’s gone in a literal flash, leaving you there alone and staring blankly at the wall. Your heart is still racing, obviously still hot and bothered from what happened. Once you come down, you flip over and groan into your pillow.

Well, fuck.

•

The next morning, you mope into the kitchen for the mundane amount of cleaning you know is ahead of you. All you have is an oversized t-shirt, a single ounce of energy, and a whole lot of hope that you’ll make it through.

The amount of cups and food left behind could feed an entire continent.

Your thoughts provide you with a slight distraction, the situation with Caitlin being all you can think about as you clean up.

You almost had her.

Almost.

And it’s killing you.

She makes her way into the kitchen not too long after you, the two of you both freezing in place when you make eye contact.

“Oh, hey.” She says quietly before continuing over to the pantry.

“Hi.” You reply back, wiping down the counters.

“Crazy night, right?”

You can tell that she’s attempting to make conversation, but it makes you a little upset.

“I guess so.”

You attempt to avoid her presence, but that doesn’t last long as you feel her fill the space behind you, her long arms reaching over you and into the cabinet for a bowl.

You swallow nervously, ignoring the fact that she was pressed into you, taking her sweet time to grab it.

“Sorry.” She grunts into your ear before grabbing ahold of the bowl and pulling away.

You exhale a breath you weren’t aware you were holding. The sound of cereal pouring replaces the suffocating silence between the two of you and it almost feels like old times.

Almost.

You turn around to see her staring at you, her bowl of cereal forgotten as she begins walking over.

“Last night,” She starts. “Do you remember?”

“What about last night?”

“You know what.”

You shake your head. “I don’t think I do.”

Why would you admit that you remember how she rejected you, leaving you alone to suffer with a craving that still has yet to be satisfied?

“Would you remember if I said that I regret it?”

Your ears begin to ring. Regret what, exactly? The fact that it happened or the fact that it didn’t?

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that it’s all I could think about last night, and it’s still all I can think about right now.”

You swallow hard as she takes a step closer, and another, and another until she’s right in front of you. She leans down, her height towering over you.

“Do you want to kiss me again?” She asks.

Your hand pushes lightly at her chest before you sigh, your eyes fluttering closed. Then she does it again. Her lips press against yours ever so lightly as a test and you fail it instantly, your fingers clutching her shirt tightly as you pull her in for more.

You can feel her smirk against your lips before deepening the kiss, her arms caging you in against the counter.

“Wait—” You say, pulling away from her momentarily. “Not here.”

She throws her head back with a groan before you grab ahold of her hand, dragging her to your room before you two could get intercepted.

She’s back on you the second the door closes, her hands roughly gripping your face as she kisses you hard, your teeth slightly clashing together.

Your back hits your bed and she hovers over you, your mind immediately reminding you of the almost identical situation from last night.

And yet, it’s even more desperate this time.

You reach up, dragging your hand from the band of her sports bra to the waistband of her sweats, her boxers just barely peeking out.

You lean forward, taking her by surprise when you kiss sloppily at her stomach, making sure to maintain eye contact with her.

She lets out a slightly choked groan, her hands finding your hair. Seeing you do these things, especially to her, is causing her to feel indescribable things.

She never wants it to end.

She pulls you back by your hair, leaning down to kiss you again. You moan into her mouth at the slight sting, never aware that you’d be into such a thing until now.

She’s in control, not you, no matter how hot it was to see that.

But you, you aren’t going to give up easily.

At this point she has you on your back, your tangle of limbs feeling more like a fight than anything else.

And you like it.

A lot.

You’re quick to grab ahold of her shoulders, attempting to push her off to the side, but she counters you, the both of you at a standstill. She pulls away, her eyebrows furrowing as she stares down at you.

“What are you doing?”

“Hm?” You ask, attempting to act oblivious. “Nothing.”

You pull her back down into another kiss, this time wrapping your legs around her waist. Once you feel she’s distracted enough with the kiss, you use every ounce of strength in you to flip you two around, your hands instantly coming up to pin her down.

“What the fuck?” She breathes out. “What—”

“Shut up.”

For some reason she listens. You watch as she glances her eyes over your face, a recognizable emotion flashing through her eyes.

Shock.

“What?” You ask, partially a taunt, partially also a genuine question.

“I just—”

You roll your hips as she begins to talk, her breath getting caught almost instantly.

“Go on.” You say again, your hands palming at her chest over her shirt.

You start to roll your hips continuously, her hands coming up to hold your waist.

You could do this all day.

“Keep doing that.” She whispers, her fingers trembling slightly.

You do as she says, her hands now finding their way underneath your shirts. Your breath catches when you feel her fingers begin to toy with your chest.

You see what she’s doing, getting you all worked up. For a moment it works, your hips rocking desperately against hers for more stimulation.

You lean down, recapturing her lips in a kiss as you finally seem to find a rhythm that feels perfect. You move your attention onto her neck and suck gently, a moan slipping from her lips.

You have her right where you want her, slowly slipping one of your hands between the two of you and inside of her boxers. The angle of your hand is partially awkward due to your placement on her lap, but it doesn’t matter.

You have one goal and one goal only.

To get her off.

She gasps when she finally feels you, and you have to pull your head up to see. She makes eye contact with you, the desperation as clear as it can be.

You slowly begin circling your fingers over her clit, a quiet whine escaping its way from her. For someone who’s always so dominant, to have her submit to you is an honor.

It’s the hottest thing you could’ve ever imagined.

You press your luck further, slipping one of your fingers inside of her. Caitlin breathlessly moans, her head pressing back harder against the pillow. You can tell that she’s getting lost in the pleasure, her hips now slowly rocking with a slight tremble.

“More. Please.” She begs, her fists more gripping at your bedsheets.

Part of you wants to let her suffer and make her beg you more. The thought of seeing her shake in need would work wonders for you. But the other part of you wants to see her fall apart from everything you give her.

You slowly tease her entrance with another, her eyelids fluttering closed.

“Please.” She tries again.

Her voice is nearly gone as you finally give in, a scratchy whine leaving her lips. You lean back down just enough to kiss at her neck, but also provide yourself a better angle.

“I’m right there.” She whispers with a slight crack in her voice. “I’m almost there.”

You lift your head again to watch her face as she finishes in the most beautiful way, her back arching off of the bed as she continuously and uncontrollably clenches around your fingers.

You let her come down, slowly slipping your fingers from inside of her. She exhales at the loss of contact, still attempting to catch her breath. Once she does she looks over at you, and you swear you can see the moment more life gets breathed into her.

Now it’s your turn.

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SO CLOSE TO WHAT

02. REVOLVING DOOR

WARNINGS — Language

“Do you think that she’s still mad?” Fiona asks Julian, both of them watching Carolina silently make her way through the kitchen of their shared apartment, refusing to acknowledge their existence.

As soon as she finishes the sentence, the loud crashing of a cabinet being slammed shut echoes through the room.

“Nevermind.” Fiona adds on, slowly turning away.

“Imagine working towards what could be the best sex of your life, and your friend rips it out of your hands for no reason.” Julian answers. “I would’ve strangled you.”

Carolina pretends that she can’t hear them, wanting to forget about last night as quickly as possible. When was she ever going to see her again? With the answer being slim to none, and slim being out of town, she knows that she should just focus on finding her next prey and keep it pushing.

It just sucks because she’s not used to not getting what she wants.

That’s just not the way life should be.

Continuing to silently make her breakfast, her mind wanders. The girl was essentially perfect. It kills her knowing she’ll never know what their night would’ve been like.

“Caro,” Julian calls to her, pouting out his lip. “Do you hate me?”

Caro rolls her eyes, shaking her head slightly.

“Do you hate Fi?”

Caro doesn’t answer, turning back to the fridge.

“C, I’m sorry.” Fiona apologizes from her spot on the couch. “Listen, I was just trying to look out for you. I doubt that she would’ve given you that good of a time anyway. Haven’t you heard that if someone can’t dance, then they’re not good in bed?”

Carolina scoffs. “Whatever.”

“Maybe she’s still in town.” Julian chimes back in. “DM her or something.”

“I bet she’s already got her fix. Obviously she and her friends were playing a game as well, and she didn’t seem like the losing type.”

“Who cares? She’s hot, you’re hot. Be hot together. This might really be your last chance.”

Carolina finishes up on her yogurt bowl, sulking her way over to the couch and taking a seat next to Julian. As she takes a bite, she accepts defeat.

“Last night was my last chance. The time has passed. I fear tjat we’ll just have to find my next victim tonight.”

•

It’s been two hours in and Carolina has in fact not found her next victim. In every potential suitor she spots, she finds herself subconsciously comparing them to the one who got away.

Their insane chemistry filled interactions play through her head, and she finds herself squeezing her legs together.

God, it would’ve been so good.

She needs to find out. Now.

Before Carolina can talk herself out of it, she finds herself giving up on the task of finding someone new and settles into her bar seat. She types her name into her Instagram search bar.

The worst that can happen has already happened. So fuck it.

It takes no time for her to pop up, Carolina having to hide her shock when she sees the amount of followers that she has.

Well, shit.

She’ll never see her DM. It most likely will end up getting lost in a sea of nonsense.

But she won’t know until she tries.

She types up a quick message, acknowledging how much of a long shot she knows it is, but also making sure to solidify that she’s not wanting to give up.

You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.

•

The hotel room was a partial wreck, their game of pick up basketball made up of the trash can and crumbled up desk papers doing its course.

Caitlin and Kate were spent, laughing on from the bed at Jada and Gabbie who refuse to lose to one another.

The score was currently zero to zero.

They would be leaving in a couple of days, the point of their spontaneous vacation to be a simple reset. They only get so much time together off of a court or out of a college apartment.

Caitlin blindly feels around for her phone, having not checked it in a while. When her eyes land on her most recent notification, she sits up straight in the bed.

“Holy shit.” She mutters, her heart dropping.

“What?” Kate asks, fumbling up onto her elbows.

“She DMed me.” Caitlin says, convinced that her eyes were deceiving her.

Kate’s mouth drops. “Little Miss Long Island?”

Caitlin nods, her eyes scanning over the message quickly. She isn’t sure how the girls message managed to squeeze through her requests, but she’s not complaining.

“She wants to see me again.” Caitlin says once she finishes reading, her fingers already typing up a response.

“Suck on that!” Gabbie shouts as she finally scores one point on Jada, completely unaware of what was going on.

“Are you going to?” Kate asks, peeking over Caitlin’s shoulder at the message.

“Are you kidding? Fuck yeah.”

Kate nods. “Send the message. One of us has gotta get some before the end of this.”

And so she does.

•

Caitlin should’ve guessed that the girl would be rich. The second she walked into the shared apartment, her eyes couldn’t stop staring at the chandeliers and insane amount of art work.

Even as they sat on the couch, slightly tipsy, her eyes were glancing around.

“So, why are you here if you’re from Iowa?” Carolina asks.

“Stalker.” Caitlin teases. “My friends and I came for a quick getaway. With basketball hardly ever letting up, we gotta take every chance we get.”

Carolina nods, sipping her drink. “And you course Chicago because it’s somewhat close?”

“Yeah. And it’s pretty sick. Usually we’re like to go to Minnesota and chill at a lake but we didn’t want to do anything physically exerting like at all.”

Carolina hums, tilting her head slightly. “Then why’d you come over?”

Caitlin chuckles, nodding her head. “You got me there.”

Carolina shifts closer to her, their knees slightly grazing.

It’s go time.

“Your friend,” Caitlin starts, quickly throwing back the rest of her drink. “She doesn’t like me, does she?”

They were already more than two drinks in at this point, Carolina having given Julian and Fiona the message to not come home tonight at any means.

Nothing was going to fuck it up this time around.

“It’s not you personally, it’s athletes as a whole.” Carolina informs. “Haven’t got a good track record with them.”

“Her or you?” Caitlin questions.

“Me.”

“Is there a long record or…” Caitlin trails off, mildly stressed about the anticipated answer.

“Not good ones.” Carolina deflects. “I’m hoping you’re the first.”

Caitlin fiddles with her empty glass. “I hear that I’m pretty good.”

“By a lot of people or…” Carolina mocks.

Caitlin shrugs. “Who cares about them?”

Carolina watches how she moves the glass back and forth, catching drift and reaching towards the table for the bottle.

“One more?” She asks, popping off the lid.

Caitlin nods. “Can’t hurt.”

“Tell me when.” Carolina says, slowly pouring while keeping her eyes on Caitlin’s.

Caitlin nods again even though neither one of them are actually watching the glass.

“That’s good.” Caitlin says and Carolina halts immediately, slowly placing the bottle down. “You’re a good listener.”

“I try.” Carolina quips, watching Caitlin bring the glass up to her lips before quickly gulping it down.

Not even a wince or an eye twitch as it burns down her throat, the liquid courage hitting immediately.

Now.

She leans forward, connecting her lips onto Carolina’s, who’s already began climbing her way onto her lap with the same intention. Though the kiss starts off fairly slow, it doesn’t take long for it to pick up, quickly becoming a fight of strength.

The girl is stronger than she expected causing Caitlin to grunt when she feels her head get pulled back by her ponytail.

“You like it rough or soft?” Carolina asks, her mouth finding Caitlin’s jaw. “Hm?”

Caitlin’s eyes roll back ever so slightly, her answer getting caught in her throat. She isn’t usually this flustered, but it’s been a drought.

“Use your words, baby.” Carolina whispers as she connects their lips again, softly biting Caitlin’s bottom one.

Caitlin moans, her hands groping roughly at Carolina’s ass from underneath her skirt.

Carolina smiles. “I guess that means rough.”

For a second, Caitlin’s frozen. Lost in the haze of pleasure, she loses train of thought.

It’s like she’s under a spell.

But she snaps out of it, standing both of them up from the couch in an instant, her hands grappling around Carolina’s thighs for support. Carolina squeals as she wraps her arms around Caitlin’s neck for stability, her eyes widened in shock.

“Which room?” Caitlin asks, already making her way towards the hallway.

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[saphfix]

VELVET RING — CAITLIN CLARK

WARNINGS — Language

SUMMARY — You and Caitlin are each other’s safe space.

The ding of your phone this late into the night catches your attention, your eyes finally straying away from your computer screen for what feels like the first time in days.

You’ve been doing nothing but working, leaving you to feel like a shell of yourself.

You decide to walk over to the opposite corner of your room where your phone sits alone. You put your it far enough away to ensure that you wouldn’t get distracted with TikTok scrolling or some late night shopping.

Your heart stops when you read the text, the name being a sight for sore eyes.

Caitlin.

I miss you.

You stare at the text, wondering what you should reply back. I miss you too sounds too simple.

You decide to call her instead, the need to hear the sound of her voice hitting you hard and fast.

It rings only once before she picks up.

“Hey, you got my text?”

Her voice sounds sleepy. You wonder if she knows what she’s doing.

“Of course I did. Did you mean to send that?” You ask.

The line falls silent and your mind begins to race.

Did she?

Then, finally— “Of course I did.”

You smile lightly at the confirmation, hiding your face in your hands as if she can see you blushing.

“I miss you too.”

You and Caitlin aren’t dating. You two share an unspoken thing. You guys are best friends, and sure you both have feelings for one another, but it’s never once come to fruition. Despite both of you secretly wanting it to, it’s never happened.

“Come over?” She asks in the form of a question, but you know there’s only one answer to it.

“Okay.” You agree.

“I might fall asleep, but just wake me when you get here.”

“Okay.” You say again, keeping the phone to your ear until she hangs up.

You look back at your computer and sigh.

So much for getting your work done.

You rush over to her place a little faster than you’d like to admit, definitely breaking a few traffic rules along the way.

Her code, 3951, is like muscle memory, your fingers typing it in without even thinking. The door clicks open as your attempt to quietly make your way inside, your body instantly covered in goosebumps once you slip your way through.

She’s always kept her rooms and apartments as cold as can be when she doesn’t feel her best. You figured you’d be used to it by now, but the shrill temperature jolts through you every time.

You slip off your shoes near the door, borderline tiptoeing your way towards her room that sits at the end of the hallway. The only light to help guide your way is the tv that is shining through the crack of her bedroom door.

Once you enter, you hear the faint sounds of what seems to be a random game that she’d thrown on and fallen asleep to.

And then, you see her.

She’s sprawled out on her bed with one arm slung over her face, and the other hanging loosely just inside of her waistband. You scoff as a smile graces your face. As much as you used to hate it, it’s become one of your favorite bad habits of hers.

“I’m more comfortable this way.” She defended the first time she’d accidentally done it in front of you.

“It looks funny.” You responded, but you never ended up stopping her.

If she likes it, you love it.

You make your way over to what’s pretty much your side of the bed, trying your hardest to not wake her as you crawl onto it. However, she stirs instantly, almost as if she senses that you were trying to be quiet.

“Baby?” She asks out quietly, rubbing her eyes with her arm.

Your eyes widen just a little, the pet name making your heart skip a beat.

“Yes?” You reply, laying down next to her.

Her eyes open slightly, smiling once she sees you.

“C’mere.” She mumbles, attempting to pull you on top of her.

“Cait, no.” You attempt to fight, not wanting to put any pressure on her lower body at all.

Though you two haven’t talked a whole lot recently due to the stress of this season, she’s confided in you a fair amount on her injury. It was something she tried to hide from you originally, but of course it was only a matter of time until you found out despite her efforts.

She doesn’t give up, successfully pulling you over. “Come on, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

You sigh, gently letting your body rest on top of hers.

“I missed you.” She whispers, nuzzling her face into your shoulder.

“You said that already.” You tease, feeling her chest rise from lightly laughing.

“Shut up.”

“I’m just kidding. I missed you too.” You tell her, sitting up onto your elbows to look at her. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here.” She admits. “Especially like this.”

You embarrassingly let your head fall into her chest, not wanting her to see you blush.

“Stop it.” You mutter, your fingers clenching her hoodie.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it.” She laughs, her hands slipping their way onto your hips.

A few moments pass and you finally think it’s safe to look at her again. Your eyes meet and you both smile.

She’s something else.

She brings one of her hands up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, settling it onto your cheek after. It’s impossible to ignore the way that her eyes fall lower onto your lips, her breathing slowing down.

You swallow nervously, your hands only gripping her hoodie tighter.

“Thank you.” She starts, taking you by surprise. “For coming here. For being here.”

You shake your head. “You don’t need to thank me.”

“But I want to. So let me.”

You nod, thinking she means just the words. Until she leans forward, placing her lips onto yours.

And it’s so much better than you could’ve ever imagined.

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