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Feb 26

he is stable (you are deep) - part four

pairing: nerd!paige x cheerleader azzi

synopsis: azzi needs to know if paige is okay.

wc: 5.6k

warnings: sexual content, angst, kinda homophobia?

author’s note: hiiiii my lovely ppl 🫰 i hope you guys like this chapter cause i fucking Hate it Lol. here u go I Hope Ur Happy. Or not. i hope u feel the same anguish im feeling ❤️❤️❤️

p.s. fuck the US men’s hockey team. bunch of ugly toothless asshole clowns. tired of women never being taken seriously. i will never escape misogyny yayyyy it’s deeply rooted into everything if you look hard enough yayyyyy. girl i’m bored let’s go take a picture with our child predator rapist president and laugh at the women who’ve always outperformed us in the olympics because haha funny women!! IM FUCKING DONE GENUINELY FUCKING DIE

…

azzi didn’t know what to do. she had just been smiling and waving at paige, and seconds later she watched her go unconscious, the people in her section rushing to her. she heard her teammates gasping, the entire moment (literally) blasted on the jumbotron for everyone to see.

she didn’t understand it. azzi knew paige was shy, had seen it in the way she’d initially reacted to her, but she didn’t know it was that serious to her. did she really fear being perceived by strangers that badly? paige is beautiful, and she has the cutest smile azzi has ever seen, so whoever told her otherwise should really fuck off. they didn’t deserve her.

all azzi wants to do is run to paige, to know that she’s okay. but all she can do was watch as panic ensues throughout paige’s section. her eyes started to fill with tears at the uncertainty, and she immediately moves to make her way up the stairs to her to her.

as soon as she moves away from her team, though, her coach approaches her. “excuse me? where do you think you’re going?” she asks, a stern look on her face. she’s pissed.

“my friend. she just — i don’t even know,” azzi stutters, struggling to breathe. “i have to get to her, please.”

her coach immediately shakes her head. “sorry azzi, but no,” she shrugs. “you need to stay here. you can check on her later.”

“okay.” azzi chokes back a sob, still unable to control her breathing. she’s so incredibly worried about paige, and she has no idea what’s going on. she’s sure she looks insane right now, the makeup she took hours perfecting gone in a matter of minutes, washed away from her tears. still, she couldn’t care less about her appearance at the moment.

azzi doesn’t know where this is coming from. it’s like she feels a need to protect paige, her heart telling her that she has to get to her no matter what. she walks back up to her coach. she’s never been one to challenge authority, but she needs to hear paige’s voice again. “i’m going, and i don’t care if you kick me off the team,” she demands, before rushing to the exit. she doesn’t care that she’s still wearing her uniform or that it’s freezing outside.

when she gets outside, she sees paige on a stretcher. she’s clearly breathing, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. azzi feels herself finally exhale. she sees kate and lucy standing on the curb, watching paige from a distance. kate’s on the phone, but azzi can’t make out what she’s saying. lucy’s arms are crossed, probably from both the anxiety and the bitter sting of the cold temperature.

and she’s never really talked to kate outside of a few parties, but she knows kate is paige’s best friend. if anyone knows what’s going on, it’s her. so, azzi decides she’ll brave the walk over to her.

just as she reaches kate and lucy, kate is putting her phone back into her pocket. she jumps a little when she feels azzi tap on her shoulder, but relaxes when she sees who it is.

azzi’s not sure what all paige has told kate, but she’s figured that she knows they’re friends at this point. before she can properly greet her, she immediately asks about paige instead. “is she gonna be okay? what happened?” she asks, her heart rate still not fully stable.

kate sighs tiredly, but she doesn’t seem to be panicked, which is a good sign. “she’ll be okay,” she pauses for a minute, before adding the next part. “but i don’t think i can tell you why. that’s something she’ll have to explain herself.”

azzi exhales, satisfied enough with the answer. “can i see her?” she asks, and kate nods, her hand lazily motioning in paige’s direction.

there’s still some paramedics around paige to monitor her, but her stretcher is in an upright position now, and she’s drinking water. she’s staring blankly and biting her lip, probably deep in thought, and azzi holds back a smile at the sight of her. azzi approaches her slowly, not wanting to scare her.

when paige sees azzi, she puts her head in her hands, groaning. “please don’t tell me you saw that,” she says, her voice muffled. “and why aren’t you cheering?”

azzi pulls paige’s hands away from her face, setting them back into her lap. “what happened, paige?” she asks, brushing a stray hair out of the blondes face. “and — don’t worry about me.”

paige fidgets with her hands and tries to talk, but she just inhales sharply, shrugging. “i don’t know. i just got scared, i guess. but i’m okay now.”

azzi nods, searching paige’s eyes for an answer. she can see that something isn’t being said — paige’s eyes looking everywhere but at azzi — but she doesn’t want to overstep. “okay. well, call me later.” she smiles, gently tapping paige’s shoulder.

paige nods, clearly holding something back, but she doesn’t vocalize it. “‘kay. i will,” she says, smiling.

azzi looks at her sympathetically one more time, hesitating before reaching down to hug her. paige relaxes into her immediately, and they both let out a sigh of relief. azzi sniffles into her shoulder, muttering out, “‘m so glad you’re okay. you scared me.”

paige whispers back, “i’m sorry,” before azzi pulls away.

azzi shakes her head at the response. “don’t apologize, paige,” she says sternly. “it’s not your fault.”

paige tilts her head at that, cheeks turning red. she looks like she’s about to apologize again, but instead she just says, “go back inside. your team’s probably looking for you, and i’ll be okay. promise.”

azzi nods at that, not wanting to leave, but feeling better about it now that she knows paige is better. “bye, paige,” she says, backing away.

paige mutters out a quiet, “by az,” waving her hand. azzi turns around, hiding her smile at the nickname.

she makes her way back into the building, her coach standing outside of the tunnel. she doesn’t look happy, but still, she has a soft spot for azzi, so she’s as gentle as possible. “hey — is she okay?” she asks, eyebrows raised in concern.

azzi nods. “yeah. she’ll be fine. sorry about —“

her coach waves off the apology. “don’t. just get your ass back onto that court right now. we look a mess without you,” she mutters.

azzi smiles before walking back to the other cheerleaders. she can see the curiosity on their faces, but she doesn’t care to talk about it right now, immediately getting back into formation and dancing with the rest of the team.

texas made a decent run in the third, and it’s now a three point game. the student cheers loudly, encouraging uconn to hold on and finish the game.

uconn immediately turns the engines back on, sarah strong scoring their first ten points. texas can’t make a bucket, and everyone can see uconn pulling away with the win.

by the end of the game, uconn wins by a steady twenty points with sarah leading the charge.

…

azzi’s watching a show when she hears a knock. she somehow hopes it’s paige, but knows it’s unlikely since the blonde doesn’t even know her address. she makes her way over to the door, forcing her best smile when she sees liam. he’s holding flowers and chinese takeout, and he leans in to kiss azzi. azzi meets his lips with a quick, closed-mouth peck, and he looks disappointed when she pulls away. “what’s that about?” he says, walking past azzi to set the food on the counter.

azzi does her best to stifle an eye roll, muttering “what?” with a shrug.

liam laughs humorlessly, shaking his head. “what’s up with you lately?”

azzi looks around the room, still not understanding where the negative attitude is coming from. usually, liam greets her with kindness and respect, not whatever this is. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, liam.”

he sighs, throwing his hands up as if he’s given up on the vagueness. “we haven’t hung out in, like, three days, az.”

now azzi really rolls her eyes at that. why was he so clingy all of a sudden? “so?”

liam looks like he’s going to say something again, but decides against it. “nothing. let’s watch a movie?”

azzi already has a headache, and she really just wants to take a nice nap, but she’d rather not deal with any more of liam’s confrontational attitude today. it’s out of the ordinary for him, so she just assumes he’s had a bad day and agrees.

…

they’re watching some dumb horror movie, and azzi notoriously hates horror movies, so she’s spent most of the movie checking her phone to see if paige texted. she notices liam looking over her phone at some point, but he quickly looks away when she catches him. “what’s up with you?” she asks, and liam shakes his head. “liam,” she tries again.

he looks upset, like he wants to say something but doesn’t feel like he can. azzi looks at him again, this time grabbing his chin so he can’t look away.

liam’s eyes meet hers, and he’s leaning in to kiss her. she really wishes they could just talk, but he’s never been very good at that, so she just climbs onto his lap.

they kiss messily, and it feels all wrong. his hands are digging into her ass, and azzi wants to pull away but she doesn’t want to upset him again.

just as azzi thinks he’s about to stand up from the couch and take her to her room, her phone buzzes.

he mutters out, “ignore it,” between kisses, but she really can’t.

because she looks over at the phone, and she sees paiges name flash across the screen as it vibrates on the couch. “can’t. it’s paige,” she says, moving off of liam to grab her phone.

liam sighs. “who even is she?” he asks, scoffing. “you seem to spend all your time with her lately,” he adds, crossing his arms and pouting like a little boy.

azzi would usually find that cute, but right now, all she can do is find herself to be annoyed at him. “she’s my friend, liam,” she says defensively. “and she just fainted earlier, not that it’s any of your business.”

liam stands up from the couch quickly, grabbing his phone and keys from the counter. jesus christ, azzi thinks, he’s so immature. can’t even talk. “whatever,” he huffs. “you can go fuck her or something.”

azzi scoffs at the comment. “excuse me? you’re acting like a dick right now. get out.”

“wait, baby, i’m sorry. didn’t mean it.” liam walks over to hug her, muttering out a half-assed apology, but azzi refuses to hear it, crossing her arms. “i said leave, you fucking asshole.” azzi didn’t use profanity often, but his comment was uncalled for.

liam scoffs at her tone, not expecting it from her. “whatever,” he says, before slamming the door shut. azzi flinches at the sound of if vibrating through her apartment.

she allows herself a few minutes to breathe before calling paige back. “sorry,” she mutters out. “liam was over.”

she hears silence on the other line, and checks to see if maybe the call disconnected. when she sees that it’s still going, she waits for a response. finally, paige’s voice comes through. “oh. sorry, i can call another —“

azzi promptly cuts her off. “he’s gone now,” she explains, but she’s not really sure why. it’s not like paige cares about liam’s whereabouts.

“oh,” is all paige says in response.

azzi hesitates before asking, “do you wanna —maybe come over?”

paige quickly replies to that. “are you sure?”

azzi smiles and nods, but she remembers paige obviously can’t see that over the phone, so she speaks again. “of course. here, i’ll text you my address,” she says, before typing it into their text thread. “none of my roommates are home,” she adds, knowing paige might get nervous around them.

paige giggles over the phone airily, like she hadn’t expected the invitation, and azzi smiles to herself. “okay. i’ll be there in fifteen,” paige mutters quietly.

“see you then,” azzi smiles, before ending the call. she tidies up her apartment, which isn’t even messy, before fidgeting with her hands since she has nothing to do. she pretends to care about whatever’s on tv so the time passes quicker, but when she checks her phone she sees that it’s only been five minutes.

she groans into a pillow, deciding to try and cook. paige is probably hungry, and it’s time for dinner anyways. she checks the fridge, which is mostly full of protein drinks and cottage cheese, but she finds some chicken breast. she looks in the pantry, and is delighted to find an unopened package of fettuccine. she looks up a recipe for the alfredo sauce online, but realizes that she’s missing almost all of the ingredients for the sauce. she groans, annoyed, before opening doordash to get the remaining items.

just as azzi places her order, she hears a steady knock at her door. her ears perk up at the sound, and she tries her best not to sprint towards the door. she takes a breath, opening it with a deep smile on her face.

paige smiles nervously, fidgeting with her hands behind the door. she mutters out a little, “hello,” before azzi pulls her into a hug. paige relaxes into it, and azzi feels her take a deep exhale once she does. when they pull away, paige stays glued to the floor as if she’s not sure where to go.

azzi giggles, grabbing her hand “come on,” she starts, “i was just about to cook dinner.”

paige’s eyes widen, her head tilting in surprise. “you don’t have to do that,” she says quietly. azzi can’t help but smile then.

to be fair, she doesn’t think she ever stops smiling around paige. there’s just something about her constant concern and care for other people that is so endearing to azzi. “already ordered the ingredients,” she shrugged. “can’t just not do it.”

paige’s eyebrows furrow now, somehow seeming upset that azzi wants to cook for her. “can i help you then?” she asks quietly, searching azzi’s eyes for approval.

azzi giggles out “no, paige. you’re a guest,” as she walks around the countertop to start prepping.

paige sighs and wipes her hands on her jeans, looking anxious to stand up as azzi moves around the kitchen. “you sure? i would love to help.”

just as she says that, azzi gets a notification on her phone. “okay. can you please get the door? it’s some of the ingredients i’ll need.”

paige quickly follows her instruction, walking to the door to grab the groceries. “you could’ve asked me to buy all of this,” she says, setting the bags gently on the counter.

azzi rolls her eyes at that. “you were already on the way over. it’s no problem.”

“would’ve turned back,” paige mutters. “i live close to target anyways.”

azzi reaches up to fluff her hair. it’s down tonight, which is different for her. all of the times azzi’s seen her, paige’s hair is slicked back into a tight ponytail or bun. “your hair’s so pretty,” she says, running her fingers through the blonde strands of hair. paige’s cheeks turn red, her blue eyes flitting around the room.

paige clears her throat, looking to the counter as azzi continues playing with her hair. “so. what are we cooking?” she asks.

azzi finally drops her hands, moving to wash them in the sink. “we,” she says, motioning between them, “are not cooking anything.”

paige looks almost devastated at the comment. “azziiiiiii,” she groans, stretching out her name. “let me help. i’ll do whatever you want,” she says, her lips pouting out very cutely.

“ugh,” azzi grumbles. “fine, you can try to make the alfredo sauce.”

paige’s eyebrows raise. “we’re making alfredo?” she asks hopefully.

azzi nods. “yes. chicken alfredo,” she confirms. “do you like that?”

paige nods swiftly, apples of her cheeks jutting out as she smiles. “that’s, like, my favorite.”

azzi sends paige the recipe, and they get to work, making good pace as they prepare dinner. as paige is mixing the sauce, azzi dips a finger in to try it. she groans at the taste, muttering out, “mm. so good, paige.”

paige’s cheeks turn bright red, probably not expecting azzi to like it so much, and azzi reaches into the sauce again, holding her finger up to paige’s mouth this time. paige’s eyes widen before she opens her mouth, sucking around azzi’s finger so she doesn’t miss any bit of it. her eyes close at the taste, and azzi feels feverish all of a sudden, an unfamiliar heat forming in her abdomen and shooting directly to her core.

azzi quickly pulls her finger back, focusing on grilling the chicken again. she doesn’t know what’s gotten into her. paige is a good friend, and there’s no reason she should be sticking her fucking fingers in her mouth.

against her will, a terrible, terrible thought flashes through her mind, and she turns away so paige can’t see her face heat up. she tries to compose herself, but she can’t stop thinking about the way paige’s mouth closed so easily around her finger. she let her mind wander to another instance, but she quickly shakes the thought out of her mind. you have a boyfriend, fudd. she’s your friend. pull it together.

she briefly considers walking out of her own apartment to get some fresh air and maybe, like, jump off a bridge while she’s at it, but paige breaks her out of her imagination, waving a hand in front of her face. “azzi? you still with me?”

azzi nods, still trying to figure out how words work. “yes, sorry. think the chicken’s ready.”

“cool,” paige mutters. azzi doesn’t move to do anything, still staring into space. when she finally comes back, the food is all mixed into the pot. “ready to eat?” paige asks, already plating food for the both of them.

“uh — yeah,” azzi mumbles. “you don’t have to do all that.”

paige smiles. “don’t worry about it. you basically did everything already.”

that was a lie. all azzi did was grill the chicken, paige getting to the pasta before she could object, and obviously cooking the alfredo sauce. she also set the table for the two of them. azzi felt useless, her plan of being a good host ruined by paige’s eagerness to help.

they sit down to eat, not saying anything for a few minutes, but it’s a comfortable silence. finally, though, azzi hesitates before speaking. “so,” she starts hesitantly, paige’s ears perking up at the sound. “can you tell me what happened earlier?”

paige’s eyes scrunch as if she’s holding back tears, but she controls it. “i just got scared. i dunno, it’s stupid.”

azzi nudges her calf soothingly underneath the table. “it’s not stupid, paige.”

paige shakes her head, refusing to accept it. her eyes start filling up with tears again, this time falling before she can catch them. “it is. i don’t know why i’m like this, azzi,” she shrugs.

azzi’s head tilts seeing the blonde so vulnerable. she grabs paige’s hand, trying to steady her. “has this happened before? is that why you got scared?”

paige opens her mouth to speak a few times, but words don’t come out for a moment. “nothing like that. it’s just —"she sighs. “people used to be really mean to me, azzi.”

azzi doesn’t speak, letting paige take her time to explain. paige chuckles, but there’s no sign of humor in it. “god. i thought i was over it,” she says rubbing her eyes tiredly. “i don’t even know why i freaked out. i just,” she pauses. “i get scared of people, like — perceiving me? i don’t know why, though.”

“you’ve never had a panic attack before?” azzi asks, and paige pauses before nodding her head.

“i have,” paige mutters. “but it was so long ago, azzi. i didn’t expect it to happen ever again.”

“tell me about it,” azzi asks sincerely. whoever’s hurt paige in her past deserves to feel unimaginable amounts of pain. such a sweet girl didn’t deserve any of this.

“well,” paige hesitates. “wasn’t that long ago, i guess. at least the last one wasn’t.”

azzi nods, coaxing paige to continue.

“um — ” she swallows. “my mom. she died last year,” she chokes out, sobbing on the last sentence. “and i just freaked. there was nobody around, though.”

azzi feels her own eyes start to form tears, not expecting anything of that weight. “oh my god, paige. i’m so fucking sorry,” she chokes out. “that must’ve been terrible.”

paige nods, not even attempting to sugarcoat it. “yeah. it was. didn’t even tell kate until, like, seven months later? i think,” she admits. “sorry, that’s probably a lot to drop on you.”

azzi shakes her head. “stop apologizing, paige. i’m glad you feel comfortable telling me.”

paige’s eyes, wet with tears, finally meet azzi’s. she looks so sad, but beautiful, and azzi stands up to walk around the table and hug her. paige stands up to meet her, letting out a choked sob. “you have no idea how much you mean to me,” she mumbles out, before pulling away and adding, “sorry, that’s probably weird.”

“it’s not weird, paige,” azzi smiles. “you mean a lot to me, too.”

they look at each other for a moment, and paige looks terribly soft, searching azzi’s eyes like they have all the answers in the world. azzi’s eyes flit down to her lips, which are puffy from the salt of her tears, before going back up to her face. without thinking, she leans in.

paige’s lips meet hers, her arms hesitating before wrapping tightly around azzi’s waist, and it feels like everything azzi’s ever needed in her life. it’s reverent at first, the click of their lips echoing steadily around the empty apartment. paige lets out a muffled sigh, which sends a spark of heat directly to azzi’s abdomen.

she pulls back, now looking at paige with a hunger. they’re kissing again, but this time it’s harsh, their mouths fighting for air. they’re both groaning, kissing messily and — god, azzi doesn’t think she’s ever felt this way in her life. whoever taught paige to kiss like this deserves to be in the hall of fame. she’s fucking perfect. azzi pulls away to catch her breath, and paige searches her eyes worriedly for a second. “everything okay?”

and, yes. everything is wonderful, actually. because paige is standing in front of her, cradling her face, and she looks beautiful. her lips are kiss bitten, her cheeks flushed, and azzi can’t help but tilt her head up to kiss her nose once. “everything is great, paige,” she whispers. “who taught you how to do that?”

paige is flustered, but she doesn’t look like running away for once. she strokes her thumbs across azzi’s cheek, shrugging once before speaking up quietly. “doesn’t matter,” she shakes her head, eyes going from worried to hungry before pulling azzi in again.

azzi starts walking backwards subconsciously, tripping as they make their way to her room. she shuts the door behind paige, keening as the blonde flips their positions and lifts her leg in between azzi’s.

azzi’s sensitive, whining as she grinds onto paige’s thigh. she pulls away from paige’s lips, the stimulation not enough for her. “please, paige,” she whispers, biting her lip as she continues grinding.

paige is attentive, nodding intently. “you sure?” she asks, toying with the waistband of azzi’s shorts. azzi nods, unable to find her words. paige apparently doesn’t like this, so she lifts her hands to cradle azzi’s neck. “need to hear it.”

azzi whimpers out, “yes, paige, please — need it now.”

and paige, the impeccable listener she is, immediately drops to her knees. she doesn’t waste time undoing the string around azzi’s shorts, but she pulls them downs as slowly as humanly possible. azzi whines as the air hits her center, her underwear already soaked through. she grabs paige’s head and tries to pull her down, but paige grabs both of her hands kisses them, pinning them to her stomach. “it’s okay, az. just be patient,” she mumbles, and azzi keens at the rasp in her voice.

they’re both desperate, but paige is clearly restraining herself not to rush. azzi doesn’t think she’s ever been this wet in her life, chest heaving as paige sucks a mark into her thigh. she lightly kisses the wet spot on azzi’s panties, and it sends a jolt up her spine. “so wet already,” she says, looking up at azzi smugly.

azzi has no idea where this is coming from, but she also knows that she likes the switch up. she’s so used to paige being reverent and gentle, and seeing her so confident — and almost cocky — while azzi is writhing underneath her might be the hottest thing azzis ever seen.

after what feels like years, paige finally pulls azzi’s underwear off, azzi’s hips jutting up at the feeling of being exposed to the air. she’s feels her arousal dribble down her thigh, paige cleaning it up before licking a stripe up azzi’s cunt, sending a vibration straight to her clit as she moans, “tastes so good — god azzi.”

paige closes her lips around the bundle of nerves, delving into azzi’s cunt before wrapping her mouth back around her clit. “you ever done this?” she asks, resting her chin on azzi’s pelvis as she looks up at her.

azzi shakes her head, because no, she’s never been eaten out before. sure, she’s had sex plenty of times, but she’s never let anyone go down on her, the concept of it always feeling too intimate. paige stands up, and azzi whimpers, desperate and achy. she’s really trying to be patient, but it’s killing her how long paige is taking. however, it is also extremely hot how paige is making this as good as possible for her, so she doesn’t verbalize her frustration.

paige studies her, blue eyes searching her face before she leans in to meet azzi’s lips. she starts walking backwards, flipping their positions, azzis knees hitting the edge of her bed before paige gently prods her to sit down. she gets back onto her knees, toying with the hem of azzi’s shirt, mumbling “off,” between kisses.

azzi scrambles as she pulls it over her head, along with her bra, leaning onto her back and pulling on paige’s to bring her closer. “you too,” she mumbles right as paige is about to kiss her again, and paige grins.

“yes ma’am,” she obeys. azzi suddenly feels possessive over her, wondering who the fuck taught her this. paige drops back onto her elbows, kissing azzi, and their bare chests touching. azzi feels paige’s nipples harden against her own, and she grins at how clearly desperate paige is. paige kisses her once more before starting her descent down azzi’s body, sucking a dark mark into her neck.

she gets to azzi’s nipples, one hand tugging at one as her mouth works on the other. it feels fucking phenomenal, but azzi’s literally hanging on by a thread at this point, so she says paige’s name.

of course, paige, clearly getting tunnel vision, doesn’t hear it, so azzi repeats her name again. paige snaps her head up, kissing azzi’s breast as she mutters, “mm?”

azzi chokes out, “please, paige,” and she’s relieved when paige doesn’t tease her this time. paige continues kissing down her torso, leaving hickeys in track, before finally putting her mouth on azzi’s clit.

she gets back into her rhythm, her tongue lapping azzi’s slick into her mouth. she grabs azzi’s hands, rubbing gentle circles into them with her thumbs as her head bobs in and out of azzi’s cunt, mumbling praises as she continues her ministrations. “so good, az.”

she works azzi up with her tongue, and when azzi keens out, “gonna come, paige. please — please let me,” she finally speeds up.

azzi’s head throws back with a loud gasp as she finally releases, paige working her through the aftershocks. she climbs back up azzi’s body, azzi moaning when paige reaches her mouth, tasting herself. it’s nothing like she’s ever felt before, and it takes a few minutes for her body to regulate itself again. when paige pulls back, she mutters “you’re so perfect,” cradling azzi’s face as she searches her eyes.

when she can finally think again, paige climbs off of her, pulling her shorts and boxers off. she sits back against the headrest, spreading her legs, her cunt glistening in the low lights. she motions for azzi to join her. azzi crawls toward her, their chests pressing together as she settles in paige’s lap. she subconsciously starts grinding down, but paige stops her, grabbing her hips. just as azzi’s about to beg again, paige looks at her, kissing her before mumbling, “want you to ride my fingers, az. can you do that?”

azzi quickly nods, excited and desperate to have paige’s hand between her legs. she settles back on paige’s thigh before settling onto paige’s fingers, her cunt stretching a bit, and —

“holy fucking shit,” she whines. “so good,”

paige works at her nipples with her mouth, the hand that’s not inside of azzi wrapping around her waist. it’s probably the hottest thing azzi’s experienced in her life, and she doesn’t know how she’ll touch herself without thinking of paige ever again.

azzi tries to move faster, but paige pulls her finger away. “don’t rush, mama,” and azzi nearly comes at the pet name. she doesn’t know how she went twenty years of her life without knowing this feeling, and she silently curses whoever made her wait this long. paige nudges her finger back between azzi’s waist, and azzi jolts at the sensation. she’s so fucking sensitive, her legs shaking as she tries her hardest to hold herself up.

thankfully, paige comes to the rescue, steadying azzi with an arm around her waist. just as azzi thinks she’s finally gonna let her come, though, she pauses, positioning azzi over her own clit. she quickly starts moving azzi back and forth, their centers clashing as they kiss messily, whining into each other’s mouths.

azzi’s orgasm comes like a surprise this time, her body unable to hold it any longer. there’s arousal all over paige’s stomach and her thighs, but paige continues to move her. azzi tries to move, her eyes watery from the strength of her release, but paige holds her down. “almost there, az,” paige breathes out, moaning as she kisses azzi.

azzi does her best to bring paige to her climax, paige hissing out, “fuck. fuck azzi — gonna come,” and when she finally does with a loud cry, azzi collapses onto her, chests heaving against each other.

azzi feels her exhaustion pulling her under as paige kisses her tangled mess of curls, whispering little praises. “did so good, az,” she exhales, pulling azzi’s face up to meet her lips.

they kiss lazily for a few minutes, paige adjusting their positions to lay down. azzi, curious, rasps out, “okay — genuinely. who the fuck taught you how to do all that?”

paige laughs underneath her, the sound going straight to azzi’s core. “bro,” she blushes. “doesn’t matter,” she mumbles out, her voice raspy with her fatigue. when azzi hears it, she tries to stand up to go grab water. paige keeps her hands tightly wrapped around the younger woman’s waist, and azzi giggles.

“just getting you water. don’t want you to die of dehydration,” she says.

paige groans, but azzi feels her arms start to loosen. “i’d be fine dying of dehydration, by the way,” she says as azzi walks out. azzi giggles at the thought.

just as she makes it to the kitchen, she sees her phone buzzing on the counter insistently. it stops, but then starts again after a few moments. worried that she missed something, she speed walks over to it, checking to see what’s going on. she has four missed calls, and when she sees who it is she immediately checks their texts.

today 9:34 pm

liam: hey, i’m sorry

liam: can we talk tomorrow?

today 10:36 pm

liam: ignoring me now?

she drops her phone, her eyes filling with tears. she just cheated on liam, and she hadn’t even thought about him a single time.

she goes to the bathroom, examining the marks paige left all over her body, crying at both the memory and her stupidity. she grabs a washcloth, cleaning the remnants of her and paige’s releases, before quietly padding back to her room.

and it kills her, seeing paige already curled up in her bed. she looks so fucking soft, completely naked and cuddling a pillow, but azzi can’t bear to be around her right now, so she does her best to dress herself silently before walking back out of her room.

she grabs her keys, not bothering to leave a note. she feels like a dick, but she needs to be anywhere but around paige right now. she pulls out her phone, texting caroline.

today 11:23 pm

azzi: omw over to ur apartment

caroline: okay

caroline: u good??

azzi: yeah

azzi: morgan’s boyfriend is over lol

it was a complete lie. morgan was at her boyfriend’s apartment, but azzi was too ashamed to tell the truth. she walks out of the apartment, doing her best to compose herself before she leaves.

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