TAGGING → Tiberius LOCATION → Football field and gym
Their practice had run extra-long—in fact all practices that week seemed to be doing so. Sofia ventured to think it was because Natalie wanted everything to be perfect for the upcoming game. While the football players and even the fans would be focused on the game itself, the cheerleaders were playing their own game.
Natalie had a long going feud with the captain of Saint Austin’s Academy since her freshman year. No one questioned their captain when she made them start a routine over from the top and Sofia had to admit she didn’t mind partly because of the things she had heard about the rival captain. Of course, having the chance to tease Tiberius during his own practice was beneficial as well.
She always knew when he’d be looking, which tended to always be when she was being lifted or tossed, but there were also moments outside that criteria when she just knew. It was in those moments that she’d return his gaze or move slightly slower in her movements. Natalie usually was caught up in ridiculing someone else so she savored the opportunities.
As they finally were finished perfecting a routine, Natalie let them finish up with stretching before leaving. Sofia stayed and stretched with a couple others on the squad but really wanted to ensure that she put in a little more teasing to Tiberius. He had left her suddenly in the middle of a make out session the previous evening and she was feeling a little vengeful about it all.
As she had been bending over to stretch out her calves, suddenly a commotion was heard from the field. Looking over, she snickered to herself as she noticed Tiberius pushing off one of his teammates who had clearly tackled him. Another motioned towards Sofia and her friends and Tiberius avoided all eye contact and walked back to a starting position. She grinned and together they made their way back towards the dorms. Sofia, however, decided to hang back and wait for him to finish. So she settled herself on a bleacher and took out her sketchbook to wait for him.
One hour later and she packed up her things as the team entered the locker room. Gently closing up her sketchbook, she shoved it into her bag and made her way into the gymnasium in order to wait for him to shower and change. Football players randomly trickled out and even the coaches made their way out. She leaned against the wall of the hallway that lead towards the side entrance of the building. She had been tapping out a response to Zoe on her phone when hands were suddenly on her waist. Her body only jumped slightly in surprise before her phone was forgotten when lips were pressed against her own.
They parted for air but neither made to move away from their slightly secluded spot. “Aren’t you cold?” His voice was low, deeper than usual, as his hands ran up and down her arms. She glanced down at her uniform with a shrug.
“Not one bit.” Her eyes gazed up into his. A slight smirk appeared on his lips and she didn’t bother to stop one on her own. “Are you all right? I saw you get tackled earlier.”
The reminder made him fidget on his feet and she thought she nearly saw a blush forming on his cheeks. “Tackling is a part of football.”
She nodded, smirk turning smug, “Ah, yes. Right.” His hands returned to her waist with a squeeze, tugging her against him.
“Do not look so smug.”
“Am I? I hadn’t noticed.” Her arms went up to wrap around his shoulders and with one soft tug he leaned closer to return to their kissing. After a few minutes, Sofia felt that familiar and enticing heat form inside her once more. She did nothing to stop it from growing. Instead she pressed herself against him completely, forgetting all about how anyone could walk by, and placed a wet kiss just below his ear. “You owe me from last night.” Her voice was lower than a whisper as she left a slight nip where her lips had been.
There was no hesitation left in him as he pushed her against the wall, wound a hand against the back of her neck, and pulled her lips back to his own. One of her legs wound its way up against his hip and a hand of his own kept it there. Her breathe hitched at the feeling of his palm against her bare skin. As his hand began to inch of its own accord up her leg, Tiberius pulled away to leave a shocked and slightly agitated Sofia dropping her leg down to the ground again. Their breathing was heavy and uneven and Sofia’s hands gripped at his shirt and tugged him as much as she could back towards her, moving the rest of the distance forward.
When he pulled away again, she let out a whine she considered quite pathetic but she was willing to play dirty to get what she wanted. He held her shoulders and stared down at her silently for a moment. A resolve was formed in his mind with the way she looked at him. “We should continue this back at Alphonse.” There was no time for him to continue further as her hand gripped his tightly and she began all but dragging him across campus back to their house.
