Cookies 'n Knots
Word Count: 4.0k
Warnings/Tags: Profanity, Oblivious idiots in love, Cutesy, Fluff, Paige is a boobs girl, Suggestive language (if you squint)
A/N: Just a short and sweet oneshot! It's 80% dialogue, 5% plot, and 15% Paige being flustered lol it's a very dif style from my other fics 🫶 (Mild trigger warning: Ar*ke’s mentioned in the fic…I’M SORRY! I just wanted to make a joke with a name, and hers unfortunately fit best 💔)
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Paige was an excellent vet. Veteran homotron, that is. She's been insanely down bad for her new rookie and has gotten tangled up in the most awkward scenario ever.
Tangled up, as in, chose to run in headfirst because a 'distressed' Azzi Fudd had been involved.
But Azzi's not all that innocent either.
Really stupid but cute 🎀
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“Hello?”
“Hey, Paige. Can you come help me?”
“Yeah, what’s up, Az?” Paige pinched her phone between her cheek and shoulder as she finished pulling her nightshirt over her arms, reaching for the bottoms she’d laid out on her bed.
“I…can you just come to mine?”
Paige paused, only one leg in her shorts. She watched a droplet of water fall from her damp hair and disappear into her sheets. “What- are you okay? Did something happen?”
“No, no! Or, I mean, yes, kinda…? Paige, can you just- can you come over?”
This only made Paige even more confused, who pinched the bridge of her nose.
“It’s late, though, Az.”
“Paige, I’m tired too. It’s nothing like- nothing like that-”
Paige was already in the process of locating her keys, but Azzi’s tone made her frown. “What?”
“Like, you know-”
Paige most certainly did not know. Hence why she then asked, “Like what? Is it, like, an emergency?”
Azzi scoffed, her voice crackling in the receiver, “Ugh, never mind- no, no, it’s not. I’m fine. Just get your ass over here!”
She added, in a quieter tone, “Please, Paige?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Paige chuckled into her phone, finally finding her keys, then shoved them into her pocket and chucked on some shoes. “You’re so weird, bruh. D’you want me to stay on the phone?”
She didn’t get an answer back as she tied her shoelaces, phone pinched against her cheek again, but just as she finished the second knot, she heard what sounded like a faint sniffle that made her pause.
“Az, are you crying!? Az, stop. Are you okay, f’real?”
“No, I'm not crying! I'm just stuffy. And yes, sorry, I’m fine. I just- I need you.”
Paige inhaled sharply as she locked her apartment door. She really hoped Azzi couldn't hear it on her end. She moved her phone away from her ear, muting herself for good measure, as she let out a deep sigh. Enough.
She unmuted the call, bringing it back to her ear as she started the trek up to Azzi’s apartment. She just had to live on the 18th floor of a complex whose elevator never worked. For whatever reason.
“You promise you’re okay?” Paige pushed open the annoyingly heavy door to the staircase, letting out a little grunt as she did so.
She let the call remain silent for two flights of stairs before prodding, “...Azzi?”
“Yes, I’m fine, seriously. Don’t worry.”
“But something’s clearly wrong-”
“It’s nothing serious, sorry. I should’ve said that earlier.”
Paige paused, legs split between stairs. “Ugh, then why’re you making me come up there?” She turned around, flapping one arm at her side as if Azzi could see it. “Dawg, I’m going to bed-”
“No, come on, Paige. Will you just come?” Her voice came out exasperated, and Paige swallowed.
“Can’t you call, like, Lan, or someone? Someone who lives on your floor and not the twelfth, bro?”
“I don’t want Lan. I want you, P.”
Paige’s heart stuttered, and she found herself already turning around to head back up. Stop it, you softie. You know she doesn’t mean it like that.
“Whatever. I’ll be there in a few.” She started taking the steps two at a time.
“Thank you. You’re so fucking stubborn.”
“Am not-”
“Am too.”
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Azzi stood in the doorway of her apartment, wrapped in what seemed to be…nothing but Paige’s oversized jacket she’d let her borrow earlier that night.
Fucking hell-
“Why do you have- don’t tell me you’re naked,” Paige’s gaze traced her bare legs peeking out from under the jacket before shooting back up to her face.
Paige grimaced for a very…specific reason. You see, she’d been enamoured by her rookie. Absolutely taken. Ever since the moment she’d set foot in Dallas, really.
She knew it was inappropriate to admire Azzi in this way, but she just couldn’t seem to help herself.
It was intoxicating - what Paige liked to believe was their little game of ‘push and pull’, where neither would admit anything, but both would let their gazes linger for too long, fingers unnecessarily brush each other's too often, and texts run a little too late into the night.
But if she was reading it wrong, she didn’t want to be corrected. She had only confided in Arike, on the team, who’d confidently told her that Azzi was most definitely reciprocating (despite the slightly concerning age gap). But Paige was in over her head about the whole thing and was not about to make a move on her rookie based on that alone.
On the off chance that Arike was wrong, Paige didn’t know what she’d do with herself, both on and off the court. She was supposed to be Azzi's vet, for god's sake.
She’d scoffed, initially, at Curt asking her to wear pink to the opening presser, and had thrown on a half-assed fit that definitely didn’t work, but quickly regretted her decision after catching sight of the rookie.
Was it true that she was a slightly irresponsible vet for not even watching the draft or doing any research on Azzi Fudd? Yes.
Was it also true that she'd done a thorough deep dive on everything Azzi Fudd, though, right after the press conference? Yes.
And was it also true that she’d been thinking thoughts she definitely shouldn’t have been about her rookie, Azzi Fudd, earlier at the bar? Yes x3.
So she’d done the very responsible thing that very responsible vets like herself would do for their very gorgeous rookie that they have a very platonic relationship with: Insist on giving them your jacket when they offhandedly mention they’re cold as you walk out together, and not only order their Uber home, but ride with them all the way back.
“I’m not- chill.” Azzi’s words brought Paige back to reality, in which she was gaping at the half-naked figure of Azzi Fudd shrinking in her doorway. She quickly schooled her expression, or at least attempted to, as Azzi continued, “Will you come in, please? I don’t want anyone seeing-”
“Oh, shit, yeah- me neither.” Paige reddened at the insinuation of what’d just tumbled out of her mouth and sheepishly took a step inside.
But Azzi didn’t seem to realize, or care, as she simply cleared her throat and walked around Paige to close the door.
Paige spoke again, too quickly, overcompensating for her slip-up. “So, like, what happened? What’s wrong?”
Azzi sighed, pulling the jacket tighter around her neck. Paige did not notice that the action revealed even more of Azzi’s smooth, caramel thighs from under the hem-
“It’s, um...itsmytop.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Paige leaned in, turning her head slightly.
“It’s…my top.”
It’s…me? Haha, just kidding. Or not. Maybe someday.
“Well, you look pretty good under that top.” Okay. Um-
Azzi scrunched her face, letting out a small laugh which honestly might’ve just been out of pity. Her grip visibly tightened on the jacket as she abruptly turned and walked away.
“Wait, Az- I didn’t mean-”
“I know you didn’t mean- just come here, Paige!” Azzi called from another room.
Paige shook her head, much like a dog clearing its ears of water, before tossing her phone and keys onto Azzi’s couch and following her inside.
She wasn’t staying over or anything…so this wasn’t inappropriate.
Paige’s stomach flipped as she rounded the corner of the bathroom, though, and she immediately clapped a hand over her eyes.
Paige was struggling. Struggling immensely. It was taking all her willpower not to stare straight at Azzi’s cleavage. Even through the tiny gaps between her fingers.
She was simply at a loss for words.
Azzi had shed the leather jacket she'd worn earlier at the bar, as well as Paige’s jacket, and beside the pile of clothes on the bathroom floor was…her skirt.
Her breasts were being pushed up by…Paige couldn’t tell if it was a push-up bra or a bralette, but regardless, Azzi looked good.
They were sitting atop her tank, practically spilling out of her top that did nothing to cover her modesty.
To make matters worse, Azzi’s legs were on full display now, covered by nothing but a silk thong.
Is she trying to kill me!?
Paige turned her head, taking a deep breath as she focused her vision between two fingers on the barely-visible kitchen counter. “Azzi- I can’t- this is so-”
“Paige, it’s stuck.”
Fuck me.
“Literally, please.”
“What?” Azzi squinted her eyes at her, Paige catching the action in her periphery.
FUCK.
“Sorry, sorry, nothing-” She drew in a sharp breath again, clenching her jaw. “What’s stuck, Az?”
“My top, Paige. I just said that.”
“Why’re you in a thong, Az-”
“I have a top on!”
Paige must be the worst person on Earth. She had to be. Why else must she face a half-naked Azzi Fudd, the woman she is absolutely infatuated with, who she's 50% sure doesn’t reciprocate her feelings for her?
She squeezed her eyes shut despite her hand remaining over her eyes and her head being turned away from the scene.
“Sure, but you don’t have a bottom on-”
“Cuz it's what’s stuck, Paige.”
“What’s stuck?”
“My thong.”
“On…?”
“My top. It’s, like, knotted together, or something.”
Paige sighed, loud enough that she heard Azzi immediately scoff at her. She curled her fingertips into her face, letting out a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “Seriously, why didn’t you ask Lan or someone to help you? I don’t know anything about, like, thongs-”
“I told you already. I wanted you, Paige.”
Paige ignored the feeling in her stomach at these words. See? She was a responsible vet. “But why? I’m- I’m your vet, Azzi. I can’t- we can’t-”
She heard Azzi scoff again. “Oh, now that matters? You’re so- ugh.”
Paige turned her head at this, dropping her hand before immediately closing her eyes again, her cheeks reddening at the glimpse she caught. “Oops- um, what? What does that mean?”
“Never mind that.”
“Oh my god, just tell me-”
“No.”
“Azzi, you’re standing like, five feet away from me. Naked. You can tell me whatever, bro. We’re gonna be, like, trauma-bonded for life after this.”
Paige didn’t know if she’d gone too far with the joke, as Azzi fell silent, and she was just about to open her eyes and start defending herself when Azzi spoke up.
“I’m more comfortable around you.” The words came out mumbled, almost unintelligible.
Well, fuck. Paige didn’t know what to do with that information. Maybe she was just an incredibly welcoming vet that rookies felt comfortable around. Yes, that was it. If the singular rookie’s name was Azzi Fudd, whom she also happened to have a big fat crush on.
“Okay, um, okay. I’m honoured. What d’you mean it’s tangled with your top, though? Like, is it stuck on the lace?”
“No, it’s much worse than- Paige, can you just look? I’m not gonna, like, report you or anything. And you’re gonna need to look if you’re gonna help me, anyway.”
Well, she did make a good point.
Paige squeezed her eyes shut a little tighter before blinking them open, squinting as they adjusted to the harsh lighting of the bathroom.
Pain. That’s what Paige felt as her eyes raked over Azzi’s body. Pain that she was in this position. Pain that she was literally her vet. Pain that she kinda didn’t give a fuck and was getting turned on-
She narrowed her gaze on the hem of Azzi’s top, not daring to look any higher or lower as she took another steadying breath.
The left band of Azzi's thong was tangled in what could only be described as a jumble of intricate knots with the hem of her top.
Bewildered. That was another good word to describe how Paige felt. She was absolutely bewildered that Azzi’s thong had gotten stuck in such a way, because it looked knotted beyond belief, with the…hem of her top? Like, how?
“How the hell did that happen?” She looked up into Azzi’s eyes, who seemed embarrassed, with her brows knit together over the light dusting of pink that now covered her cheeks.
“Uh, I don’t know-”
Paige dragged her gaze a little lower, back onto…her cleavage. Homotron couldn’t help herself. Fork found in kitchen.
My god, though, was Azzi’s cleavage popping. Paige had only briefly caught a glimpse before, but she just couldn’t take her eyes off it as she started rambling.
“What are you wearing? Why are your boobs out? Fucking hell-”
“They’ve been out, Paige! The whole night! You didn’t- you didn’t see?”
“I was- your jacket was zipped up! How was I supposed to notice?” She threw her hands up to emphasize her point.
“You actually didn’t see!? It was only, like, half-zipped! My boobs were literally hanging out, Paige!”
“I- I wasn’t looking at-” Lies. She totally was looking at. The whole night.
All Paige knew was that they’d just enjoyed a night out with the team at a bar, and Paige had been none the wiser that Azzi had on such…articles of clothing…underneath her really short miniskirt and really sexy leather jacket. Until now.
She paused her stuttering, taking in Azzi’s gorgeous, flushed features, who looked down at the ground.
“Whatever, Paige. Can you just- can you help me?”
Azzi sounded so defeated that Paige suddenly felt guilty for arguing over such a dumb thing. What did it matter that she may or may not have been staring at Azzi’s cleavage the entire night? The rookie had a problem, and she’d called her vet to solve it. Right. That was it.
She tentatively stepped forward, pausing when Azzi looked up at her with her doe-ass eyes- oh my lord-
Paige blinked and dropped her gaze to Azzi’s top, which she realized her hand was already grasping the hem of. Oh shit-
“I- wait, sorry-” She took a step back, yanking her hand back as if physically burned. “Sorry, I’m sorry. Can I- is it okay if I…?”
Holy fucking stutter.
“Huh? You’re not gonna, like, fuckin’ grope me or something, are you?” Azzi laughed, her voice dripping with incredulity that made Paige’s insides twist in embarrassment. “The hell kinda question is that? Yes, I literally called you. Now come help me.”
Paige’s face burned as she chewed the insides of her cheeks, keeping her gaze on the knot as she fidgeted with her fingers at her sides.
“Right- I, uh, right. Sorry. Lemme-” She stepped forward again, grabbing the hem of her top gingerly this time.
She leaned down and worked carefully at the knot, taking care not to even brush Azzi’s skin with her fingertips by pulling the hem away from Azzi’s hip. She could feel Azzi’s breathing, in rhythm with her own, as Azzi leaned forward a bit. The action caused her cleavage to be pushed into Paige’s face, too, but Paige was choosing to pay it no mind as her fingers continued to work skillfully through the knot. She had to scold herself, internally, at her gaze lowering a few times onto her legs, though. Paige wasn’t perfect, now, come on. At the end of the day, she was just a girl. A girl with the stunning Azzi Fudd in front of her.
The more time that went on, however, the more frustrated Paige became, as there just seemed to be an infinite number of knots that only kept revealing themselves when she finally managed to undo a few.
“How- bro, how the fuck did this even happen?” She said through gritted teeth. “There’s like fifty million knots, what the hell? The inside of your skirt did this?”
When she was met with silence, Paige glanced up to see Azzi’s wide eyes locked on hers, eyelashes fluttering as she blinked twice. If Paige didn’t know any better, it seemed like Azzi was flustered, or something.
“I dunno, it’s so weird. Like-” She looked down, grabbing hold of the giant knot herself. “They’re so tight.”
But now there was another problem. Not only were Azzi’s long, muscular legs on full display and her boobs shoved in Paige’s face, but Azzi’s warm hands were now covering Paige’s. And Paige was losing her mind under her soft touch.
“Yeah, uh- warm.” Paige squeezed her eyes shut, grimacing.
Azzi’s eyebrows knit together. “Warm?”
“I- uh-”
And Paige really couldn’t find her words anymore because Azzi’s hands had moved up her fingers and slid onto her forearm, where their warmth started to seep through her nightshirt. She could feel goosebumps erupting under her touch, and, suddenly worried Azzi could feel this through the thin material, she yanked her arms away for the second time.
“What the- why’re you so jumpy today!?” Azzi held her hands up in surrender, looking even more defeated. “Can you please just help me, Paige? I’m tired and sore and I wanna go to bed. Please.”
Paige let out a long exhale, drawing her shoulders up before releasing them. Azzi was right. She needed her help.
She stepped forward into her space again, grabbing the bundle of knots. “Yeah, I know. My bad, princess.”
“I like it when you call me that.”
What!?
“Uh-”
“I mean, like, just cuz of the People’s Princess nickname, of course. Not any other reason-”
“Mm,” Paige grumbled out in lieu of a true response, biting her tongue between her teeth as she managed to undo another knot.
Hardly a minute passed until Azzi spoke again.
“You’re not gonna ask me why I had this on?”
Paige looked up, gaze locking on Azzi’s expectant expression. Huh? “Your…outfit?”
“My matching set, Paige.”
Oh.
“Your skirt and jacket? I mean, I liked your outfit. They work well together. You looked-”
“Jesus Christ, Paige! Not my jacket- my matching set!”
OH.
Paige allowed her gaze to drop to Azzi’s lacy bra, tracing each delicate inch of mesh that was visible over her top, covering basically nothing but her nipples, before it jumped down to her thong. They were matching.
…but now Paige had been staring in silence for a solid minute.
“Oh, uh, do I like it…? Yeah. They look- yeah.”
“Paige.”
Paige looked up again and was met with an unreadable expression. Azzi’s head was tilted to the side, and she looked rather amused, a thin smile stretching her lips. Her hands were now planted on her hips as she shifted her weight onto one leg, pulling Paige’s hands along with her top.
And, fuck, Azzi’s hand positioning was not doing Paige any favors because it only accentuated her muscles, her toned upper body now being showcased right in front of Paige.
I wanna lick- nope-
“Paige,” Azzi repeated in the captivating way she always said her name, taking a step forward.
Paige almost instinctively stepped back, but her mouth fell open as she straightened up and looked down at Azzi, staying rooted to her spot. Her gaze darted between Azzi’s gorgeous brown, hooded eyes, to her plump, pink lips, down to her cleavage…
And then they were kissing. Paige had no idea how they got there. No idea who initiated what. No idea who leaned in first. But she didn’t care. What she did know was that one of Azzi’s hands was gripping her jaw, and her other hand was secured tightly around her neck.
Holy shit-
Her lips felt warm, oh so warm, slotted against Paige’s, who finally realized she could move, and that she could touch, and that she wanted to.
She let go of the godforsaken knots at the hem of Azzi’s top, choosing instead to slide one hand up to her waist, giving her a gentle squeeze through her tank. Her other hand found purchase on the small of Azzi’s back, and she pulled her in until Azzi’s chest was flush with her own. The feeling was euphoric, Azzi’s breasts melding with her own while they explored each other's mouths. Everything she’d imagined and more.
“Mmm-” She whimpered against Azzi’s lips. Actually whimpered. Letting out a pathetic little whine that made Azzi smile, who gently pulled away.
Paige’s eyes fluttered open to what was the most stunning view she had ever seen. No doubt.
A flushed, giggly Azzi Fudd, who delicately ran her thumb across Paige’s lip, her focus narrowed in on Paige’s mouth.
She felt herself grin stupidly down at Azzi as she laughed too. Azzi’s thumb slipped off her lip as Paige’s face shook with the action.
Paige gained some sense and drew her head back a little further, saying in a serious tone, “You’re not drunk, are you?”
Azzi frowned at this, pursing her lips (very cutely). “Do I seem drunk?”
“Uh-”
What was the right answer? Yes, you seem drunk, but in a tipsy, like, fun way? No, what the fuck-
“No. No, you don’t, princess. Sorry-”
Azzi silenced her with a chaste kiss to her lips, shaking her head with a laugh. “Good, cuz I’m not. You literally ordered me mocktails at the bar, remember? You’re so stupid, P.”
Paige knew it was Azzi who initiated the kiss this time, as she watched Azzi lean in, her eyes fluttering shut, until her swollen lips made contact with her own. Paige pulled her even closer, her hand spanning the majority of Azzi’s back, her nails dragging along her spine. She groaned when Azzi’s tongue pushed up against her own, welcoming the intrusion. They kept sucking and sucking, licking and licking, as neither seemed to need air anymore.
But Paige also felt torn between continuing to make out with the love of her life and trying to undo the rest of the knots in Azzi’s outfit. It was the little self-diagnosed ADD in her. She revelled in the kiss for a moment longer before going with the latter, slowly disconnecting their lips to breathe out as their noses brushed together, “Baby, the knot- d’you want me to finish untangling it?”
Azzi full-on belly-laughed at this, shaking in Paige’s arms as she pulled away, turning her head to the side. She nearly folded in half, but Paige caught her halfway down and pulled her back in until she was flush against her front again.
“What?” She smiled down at her, dopily.
“Paige, I tied them together myself. I literally spent, like, ten minutes on it ‘til it looked convincing enough that I’d need your help undoing it. I can just rip them off, I don’t mind.”
“Oh.”
She leaned down, hiding her smile in the crook of Azzi’s neck as she breathed in the familiar scent of her rookie. Why it was familiar was only Paige’s business. “You coulda just said something, come on. You didn’t needa do allat-”
“Just said something?” Azzi pulled back, glancing between her eyes with raised eyebrows. “I’ve been throwing hints out for months, you idiot.
“You have? I’ve been throwing hints out for months!”
“You just called me 'dawg' and 'bro', like five minutes ago. Your hints were so bad. I thought you were just a really nice vet, or something, for ages. Oh my god, Arike’s so done with you, by the way. She was this close to telling you herself-”
“Arike?”
“Yes, Arike.”
“Arike Ogunbowale?”
“Do we know any other Arike’s???”
Paige smiled even harder, grip tightening on Azzi’s waist. Her Azzi’s. “...she knew I liked you too. For months.”
They both paused their silly little argument to just giggle.
Azzi’s arms tightened around Paige’s neck as she leaned in again, batting her eyelashes in the oh-so-seductive manner that Paige had grown familiar with…ever since they’d become close…ever since they’d gotten to know each other…ever since the rookie landed in Dallas…OH.
“Oh,” Azzi smiled, almost bashfully, as she leaned even closer. So close that her face looked a little fuzzy. “Well, we’re both idiots, then.”
“Yeah, we both are, I guess.”
“Mhm.”
“Were you a Girl Scout or something? That was kinda an impressive knot you- mmph-”
She let herself be silenced by Azzi’s lips. Let it happen over and over and over again.
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