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Tee & CeeDee

Kissing On My Tattoos

Warnings: sex, 3some, dirty talk

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‘& shii took everything not to give yo lil ass exactly what you wanted. now call me and lemme see hear it forreal’

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Only you | Ceedee Lamb

summary — A quiet hotel room. Rain tapping against the windows. In the warmth of midnight stillness, CeeDee Lamb and Y/N revisit the moment everything changed—the night “I love you” was said for the first time. Through flashbacks, soft confessions, and the kind of silence that feels safe, two people reflect on a love that started unexpectedly… and became everything. Because some moments don’t just stay in your memory—they live in your bones.

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The soft hum of rain tapped gently against the windows of the hotel suite, casting a dreamy rhythm over the quiet room. The city lights blinked outside, blurred slightly by the mist on the glass. Inside, it was warm. Still. Comfortable in that way only long conversations at midnight could make things feel.

Ceedee sat at the edge of the king-size bed, one leg pulled up, his fingers absently tugging at the hem of his hoodie. You were beside him, curled under the throw blanket he insisted on stealing from the team plane because it "felt better than anything on Earth."

Your head rested against his shoulder, and neither of you had spoken in a while. But it wasn't awkward. It was that quiet that feels earned—built on safety, built on knowing.

Then you broke it. Softly.

"What was going through your head," you asked, voice low and unhurried, "when I told you I loved you?"

His breath caught.

You didn't ask with expectation. You asked with curiosity. Like someone reopening a journal to a page they barely remember writing.

And he smiled.

Not the one he used for cameras or press conferences or end-zone celebrations.

The real one.

The one that only ever came out when it was just you and him and no one else in the world to perform for.

"I remember every second," he said.

You turned to face him more, shifting under the blanket. "Do you?"

He nodded, eyes distant with memory. "You were wearing my gray Cowboys hoodie. The one you always said smelled like cedarwood and stadium popcorn."

You laughed. "It does. Still does."

"I know." His smile deepened. "You had your hair up, like you always do when you're nervous. And we were in the parking lot, remember? After that late-night diner run."

You nodded. "You dropped your keys twice."

"That's 'cause you said it out of nowhere!"

Your cheeks warmed just thinking about it.

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[FLASHBACK – Six Months Earlier]

It was late—almost 1 AM—and the empty Waffle House parking lot smelled like syrup and engine grease. You leaned against the side of CeeDee's car, sipping the last of your milkshake, still giggling about how he nearly tripped over the curb trying to "race you to the car."

"I told you I don't run after midnight," you teased.

He shot you a look, unlocking the car, tossing his takeout bag onto the passenger seat. "You told me a lot of things. Like how you 'definitely' weren't hungry five minutes ago."

You shrugged. "I lied."

"You're a menace."

You smiled. And then something in the moment—maybe it was the streetlamp casting that soft orange glow on his face, or the way his curls were still damp from the shower, or maybe just the fact that your heart couldn't hold it in anymore—pushed you over the edge.

You stepped closer. Just a little.

"Ceedee?"

He turned, caught off guard by your sudden seriousness.

You bit your lip. "I love you."

It was the first time you said it.

No lead-in. No dramatic build. Just a quiet, naked truth thrown out into a sleepy night.

Ceedee blinked.

Twice.

You could almost see the processing happening in his brain—like he was scrolling through every possible response and every emotion at once.

That pause. That heartbeat between you.

You'd never forget it.

You started to panic. "You don't have to say it back, I didn't mean to make it a big—"

He stepped forward, cupped your face in both hands, and kissed you.

The kind of kiss that made your knees wobble and your heart stutter. The kind that told you everything his mouth was too stunned to say.

And when he finally pulled back, he whispered, "You just short-circuited my whole brain."

You laughed, forehead resting against his.

"Love you too," he whispered. "Always did. Just didn't know if I was allowed to say it first."

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[PRESENT DAY – BACK IN THE HOTEL ROOM]

"Your face was priceless," you giggled, pulling the blanket higher over your shoulders. "You looked like I hit you with a brick made of feelings."

"I was hit. Emotionally injured. I should've filed a report," he teased, nudging you gently.

"You really didn't see it coming?"

He looked at you with soft eyes. "Y/N, I was in so deep, I didn't know up from down anymore. But hearing you say it—out loud—I swear everything in me just... settled."

You blinked, heart tightening.

"Settled?"

"Yeah." He leaned back on his palms, gaze drifting toward the rain-slicked window. "Like, for the first time in forever, I wasn't chasing. I wasn't proving. I wasn't performing. I was just... home."

You didn't expect that answer.

Didn't expect the way your chest would ache at the way he said it.

"I always wondered," you whispered, eyes on your fingers, "if it scared you. If love made you hesitate."

"Oh, it did." His voice was warm. Honest. "Because I didn't think someone like me got to have that."

You looked at him, confused. "Someone like you?"

"Yeah." He chuckled softly, as if amused by his own past insecurity. "I've had cameras in my face since college. People making decisions for me. Shaping who I am. But you..."

He turned fully toward you now.

"You never wanted the player. You wanted me. Even when I was exhausted. Even when I was frustrated after practice. Even when I couldn't explain what was eating at me and just needed to be quiet for a while."

Your throat tightened.

He reached for your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

"What was going through my head when you said you loved me?" he repeated, his voice low, reverent. "I was thinking, Thank God she said it first. Because I was seconds away from breaking."

You laughed through the tears now welling in your eyes. "That's so dramatic."

"Because it was. I loved you so much it hurt."

He leaned closer, forehead nearly touching yours.

"And I still do."

Silence stretched between you again—but this time, it wasn't uncertainty.

It was fullness.

Comfort.

Safety.

"I love you too," you whispered.

He kissed your forehead. "I know. But I'll never get tired of hearing it."

You melted into him, legs draped over his lap now, your cheek resting against his chest. His arms wrapped around you like they were made to.

Outside, the rain kept falling.