The PPC (Chrislex x Reader)
The PPC, or the Polyamorous Power Couple find themselves on field together for the first in a match against Sweden, but when fouls go uncalled, and tackles become a bit too hard, the duty to rein in her two spicy girlfriends falls on Christen’s shoulders.
“I mean, there’s no way we can lose, not with the PPC leading the charge.” Megan smirks and your brows furrow.
“PPC?” You ask with a snort and Megan grins.
“The Polyamorous Power Couple.”
Christen giggles, her cheeks flushing when Alex slips an arm around her.
You, meanwhile can't help but pout, wanting to be between the two women, but unfortunately there wasn’t anywhere on the bus where the three of you could sit side by side.
“Awwwwww.”
Your brows furrow when a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, a pair of arms belonging to Tobin Heath.
“Don’t pout, I’ll give you a hug.” She grins and you laugh, leaning back against her chest.
Alex’s brows arch, as do Christen’s their eyes narrowing playfully as they glare across the aisle at you and Tobin.
“Hey, she was pouting.” Tobin gives you a squeeze.
Megan leans from her seat and into the aisle, the woman’s eyes narrowed as she stares Christen and Alex’s way.
“You know the power that Y/N’s pout holds.”
You smirk, knowing full well how that pout effects both Alex and Christen, the two immediately caving at the sight of it.
Christen glances at Alex.
“Oh, trust me.” Alex snorts and Christen giggles, the two speaking at roughly the same time.
“We know.”
***
You exhale loudly, bouncing on the heels of your feet as you stare out of the tunnel and at the field, a field you would be on soon, a field you would be starting on against Sweden.
Your eyes widen when a pair of arms slip around you from behind, the owner resting their chin our shoulder.
“Are you nervous?” Christen whispers in your ear and you sigh, leaning back heavily against her chest.
“A little, you remember what happened last time against Sweden...” You mumble as your eyes flutter shut, the last game against Sweden weighting heavily on your mind.
Christen frowns, remembering all too well what happened during the last bout against Sweden, the way you crumbled to the ground, clasping your injured leg after a reckless tackle.
A growl makes your eyes flash open, a smile stretching across your face when you see Alex standing in front of you, her arms crossed across her face and eyes narrowed in a glare as she eyes the players donned in yellow.
“Oh, it better not happen again.” She growls, a number of the Swedish players taking a step back when they see the look in her smoldering blue orbs.
You shake your head, grabbing her arm and pulling her to you, your arms slipping around her as you kiss her cheek.
“Save that spice for the field.” You whisper, grinning when Alex kisses the tip of your nose.
“Oh, I have enough to go around.”
Christen giggles, her hot breath tickling your ear, the woman pressing a kiss to your cheek before she moves to her place in line.
You take a deep breath, your eyes drifting to Christen’s back, before drifting to the large number thirteen adorning Alex’s jersey.
You nod curtly to yourself, smiling when both Christen and Alex glance your way, Alex sending you a wink whereas Christen simply grins, a smile you can’t help but return.
Kelley gives you a pat on the back from her place in line behind you, the defender smiling when you turn her way.
“Ready?” She asks and you nod.
“Ready.”
The line begins to move and you take a deep breath, your fear completely dissipating as you make your way out of the tunnel and onto the field.
***
The snarl that left you was inhuman as you made your way towards Alex, pulling her up off the ground for what was the fifth time in just the first half.
Sweden had been particularly hard on the forward, who’d basically gone down anytime she’d been in possession of the ball.
Alex moves to her feet with a grimace, her cheeks flushed and face contorted in anger, anger she directs at the ref who hadn’t been calling any of the fouls committed against her.
Sweden had committed a NUMBER of fouls, against not only Alex but you as well, though none had been called.
You wipe a blade of grass from Alex’s shoulder a scowl on your face as you glare at the player who’d fouled her.
You shake your head as you make your way across field, your shoulder knocking with hers, roughly.
A whistle makes you stop dead in your tracks, the incompetent referee marching towards you, her hand in her back pocket.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You growl under your breath as she stops in front of you, a yellow card held high above her head.
“You’ve got to be fu-
The sound of a whistle blowing makes you fall silent, the first half coming to an end in a rather irritating fashion.
A hand gently takes your own and you growl in anger, though when you realize the hand belongs to Christen you fall silent.
She practically drags you towards Alex, the forward grabbing an equally angry Alex’s hand, earning a similar reaction as she’d gotten from you, an irksome growl, though when blue orbs lock with green she too falls silent.
“Come on.” Christen whispers as she squeezes your hand, as well as Alex’s.
Despite your anger, you squeeze back, as does Alex.
***
Christen’s eyes dart from you, to Alex, to you, to Alex, her head on a swivel as she does her best to calm her girlfriends down, the two of you scowling angrily.
Fingers slip gently between your own and you sigh, the feel of Christen’s hand in yours bringing you a sense of calm, a similar thing happening to the woman on the other side of Christen.
She gives both your hands a squeeze and you sigh in unison, the two of you leaning against Christen who’s all too happy being between the two of you.
Momentarily your hand leaves Christen’s, only to slip around her moments later, your fingertips caressing Alex’s arm.
“Are you okay?” You whisper lowly as to not be heard.
Alex smiles, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze before she kisses the back of it.
“I’m okay, are you?” She asks and you nod, your cheek resting against Christen’s back.
“I am.”
Alex sighs as she leans against Christen’s back, the tip of her nose brushing yours.
Christen smiles at the feel of the two of you resting against her back, the woman wanting nothing more than to stay like this, but they had a game to play, a game that was currently nil, nil.
Reluctantly, you leave your resting place when Vlatko enters the locker room.
Christen grins when you press a kiss to her cheek, her cheeks flushing further when Alex does the same to her other cheek.
“What would we do without you?” You smile and Megan snorts from her place across the locker room.
“Probably get detained by the police.”
You lean around Christen, grinning when your eyes catch Alex’s, a grin stretching across her face.
“Well, we still have a second half to get though, don’t we?” Julie snorts and Christen shakes her head, her green orbs wide as she looks from you, to Alex and back.
“Please don’t get arrested.”
Alex shrugs.
“No promises.”
Christen turns towards you and you grin innocently.
“Same.”
She shakes her head, nonetheless taking your and Alex’s hands.
“What am I going to do with you two?”
***
Unfortunately for Christen moments after the start of the next half you’re on your back staring up at the cloudy sky above you.
You roll over onto your front before moving to stand, angrily brushing the bits of grass from your uniform.
Christen jogs towards you, her hand resting on your back.
“Are you alright?” She whispers in your ear and you nod.
“I'm fine.” You growl, sending the Swedish player who’d taken you down a glare, a glare only rivaled by the one Alex is currently sending her.
It seemed as if Sweden had turned their attention from Alex and onto you, seeing as a few minutes later you were back on the ground again.
You snarl as you jump to your feet, trying to decide whether to go for the ref, or whatever Swedish player was closest, but before you can Christen moves to stand in front of you.
“Don’t she isn’t worth it.”
“THAT WAS OBVIOUSLY A FOUL! COME ON! THIS IS FUC-”
At the sound of Alex’s voice, Christen jogs away, grabbing Alex’s arm and dragging her away from the ref, the forward grumbling angrily under her breath as she’s pulled away.
You want more than anything to advance on the ref yourself, but an arm slipping around you makes you still, an arm belonging to Kristie Mewis.
“Thought I’d help Christen reign in her spicy girlfriends.”
Your bottom lip juts out in a pout.
“Why’d you pick me?” You ask and the blonde snorts.
“You’re shorter than Alex.”
You huff, sending her a harmless glare.
“Not that much shorter.” You mumble and Kristie snorts.
“Are you sure about that?”
You growl, your nose crinkled.
“Bite me Mewis.”
She holds her hands up in surrender.
“That’s Christen territory, not mine.”
Christen, who’d just jogged over, brows arch.
“What’s my job?” She asks, confused her brows furrowing in confusion at the deep red flush on your cheeks.
Kristie shrugs.
“Ohh, nothing.”
***
Unfortunately for Christen yet again, Alex is taken down in the box in the last few moments of the game, a foul that is, YET AGAIN, not called.
That is seemingly the last straw for you, as you march across field towards the referee, the woman entirely unaware that you’re quickly advancing on her.
The whistle blows loudly, signaling the end of the game, giving Christen free reign to chase after you, the woman literally throwing you over her shoulder before jogging to Alex who is also stomping towards the ref.
“Chris-
“No.”
The remainder of the USWNT watch as Christen carries you, and drags Alex off the field, the two of you snarling and spitting angrily at the ref and any Swedish player nearby.
“Chris! Let me go!” You whine with a pout and Christen shakes her head.
“No.”
“Then let ME go!” Alex growls, trying to wrench her arm free, though halfheartedly as to not hurt Christen.
The woman simply shakes her head.
“No, and if you don’t stop, you’re both sleeping alone tonight.”
You lean around Christen, your eyes catching Alex’s blue orbs, the woman’s pout just as jutted out as your own.
Alex pulls her arm free, instead of running away though, she crosses her arms across her chest.
You follow suit, crossing your arms across your chest, though Christen doesn’t put you down, instead opting to carry you to the locker room.
“You can put me down you know.” You huff when she passes into the locker room and she scoffs.
“No, I can’t.”
Alex snorts.
“You’ll probably run out onto the field and kill the player that took Alex down.”
Tobin snorts as she passes by.
“And then the ref.”
You shake your head.
“No, the ref would be first.”
Christen turns to Alex, smiling when her girlfriend opens her arms.
You grunt as Christen passes you off to Alex, the woman wrapping her arms tightly around you from behind, your back against her chest.
“You know, most people would kill to be where you’ve been in the past five minutes.” Megan snickers and you hum, your arms uncrossing, your hands moving to rest on Alex’s.
Alex’s finger's part, allowing yours to slip between them.
“Oh, so SHE gets to hold your hand and I don’t?” Christen pouts, her pout disappearing moments later when you take her hand.
“That’s better.”
Megan shakes her head as she looks around the room, she and Tobin sharing a glance.
“Idiots.”
Emily shakes her head.
“Correction.” She wags her finger, the blonde grunting when Kelley pulls her into a headlock.
“They’re gay idiots.”
You smirk, giving both Alex’s and Christen’s hands a squeeze.
“It’s okay, we know you’re jealous.”
Kristie snorts.
“I mean honestly...? A little...” She snorts and Sam elbows her.
“I’ll tell Rachel.”
She scoffs.
“Bitch, you know she’d agree.”
***
Much later that night you’re grunting as you fall face first into bed between Alex and Christen, the two women giggling.
Christen rolls over on her side, the woman’s hand slipping under your shirt and running up and down your back in a gentle caress that leaves you basically purring.
Alex glances at the forward, her smile splitting into a grin.
Fingers tangle in your hair and you hum, your eyelids drooping.
“Noo...” You whine, though you make no attempt to move, your chest rumbling.
“No what???” Alex asks with a giggle and you grumble.
“I should be the one taking care of you guys...”
Alex grins apologetically, reaching over you and cupping Christen’s cheek.
“If it wasn’t for Chris, we’d probably both be in jail.”
You snort.
“Probably?” You ask, your voice muffled.
Christen’s hand leaves your back as you roll over, a smile stretching across your face.
“Still, I wish you would’ve let me have a go at the ref.” You pout, your eyes widening and cheeks flushing as Christen ducks down, the woman pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before she kisses your lips.
“Then you wouldn’t be between Alex and I right now.” She smirks, and you huff.
“True.” You blush, rubbing the back of your neck.
Alex leans down, the woman kissing the nape of your neck, before she wraps her arms around you, pulling you back against her chest.
You sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as your smile splits into a grin.
“Unless you don’t WANT to be between us.”
You scoff.
“Now who said that?” You giggle, sighing in content when Christen scoots closer, her nose brushing yours as her head rests on the pillow beside you.
Christen covers Alex’s hand with her own, their fingers intertwining where they’re resting on your hip.
Christen grins when she realizes you’re fighting off sleep, your eyelids fluttering shut before you snap them back open.
She brushes her nose playfully against yours.
“Sleep.” She whispers and you yawn.
“But...”
Alex nuzzles into the spot behind your ear.
“We’ll be here when you wake up.” She tickles your earlobe with the tip of her nose and you smile.
Sleep is moments from taking you when you find your voice, words slurring as you fight off sleep.
“I love you guys.”
Alex gives Christen hand a squeeze, the two grinning.
“We love you too.” Alex whispers, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck again.
Christen pecks your lips, her grin widening when you attempt to reciprocate, but fail immensely.
“So, so much.” She whispers.
You hum, unable to fight sleep any long, surrounded in the comforting heat coming from the two women on either side of you, two women you love more than anything in the world.
