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The architect ran out of exterior wall budget, so they just pasted a picture of a nightmare forest. I was told the door on the right leads to the kitchen, but I'm pretty sure it just leads to more snow. At least the pink walls make the existential crisis slightly cozy.
The truth is out
HI BABE I WOULD REALLY LIKE YOU TO WRITE BAWSON FIC WHERE THEY AWKWARDLY HAVE TO SHARE A BED. AND THEN ~THINGS HAPPEN. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. I'M WAGGLING MY EYEBROWS AT YOU RIGHT NOW <3
Anything for you, my love. <3
(cross posted on ao3)
She’s curled up in bed, refreshing herself on the stats of some of the Tampa Bay Ray’s she’s going to be playing tomorrow when a knock comes at her door follow by a muffled yell of her name.
Ginny would know that voice anywhere and she gets up quickly, not thinking of the tank top and boy shorts she’s wearing, to go open the door. It’s late enough and she doesn’t want noise complaints from her neighbours.
The team had gone out for a drink and she’d begged off, not feeling like being around the people or the noise that inevitably came with the clubs her teammates would drag her to.
“I know you’re in there, Baker. Prob’ly going over hitters like the try-hard you are,” his speech is slurred a little and she braces herself as he knocks three more times on her door.
The sight that greets her is more than enough to make her need to hold back a laugh.
Her captain is swaying dangerously despite a hand on her door frame, a Hawaiian leis is inexplicably around his neck, and he’s most definitely missing a shoe.
Mike sees her standing in front of him and his face brightens to truly animated levels, cheeks pink from the copious amounts of alcohol he’s ingested, eyes bright and shining as he takes her in.
“There she is! Ginny Baker in the flesh!”
Ginny just crosses her arms and leans on the opposite side of the frame, freely enjoying the state of a drunk Mike Lawson. She’s only seen him like this once before and he wasn’t anywhere near as intoxicated as he currently seemed to be.
“Having a good night there, Lawson?” She probes, trying to keep from giggling as he guffaws dramatically before gesturing wildly at her.
“Woulda been better with you there, that’s for sure,” he confesses guilelessly.
She raises her eyebrows at him and takes a second not to think about how close they’ve come to crossing a line. While seeing him drunk is amusing, his loose tongue is much too dangerous for her to be around.
Don’t think about his tongue. Don’t think about his tongue.
But it’s too late, she can feel the phantom press of his lips against hers and how his tongue would trace a path from her mouth to her neck and lower. She’s reminded that she’s not wearing a bra when she feels her nipples tighten and become erect; the fabric covering her chest hiding nothing.
Mike either notices and somehow still has the cognitive function not to comment, or is simply too drunk to realize.
“I need to stay with you, rookie, Dusty kicked me out cause he has a girl with him,” he doesn’t wait for her to invite him in, he just half-walks-half-stumbles his way into her room and flops down face first on the bed unceremoniously.
There is a couch he could sleep on but trying to move him seems ridiculous and asking for trouble, not to mention how hard it would be on his back, so she just sighs and coaxes him higher up the bed and under the blankets. She makes him drink a large glass of water, and at least take off his shoes, well, shoe.
As soon as she hears the faint snores, if she’s honest she was expecting him to sound like a freight train, she quickly finishes going over the hitters and turns off the light to snuggle down into the sheets.
Once again, she chooses not to think about the fact that Mike, Mike, is in her bed, sleeping and cozy not a foot from her. She smiles faintly as she takes in his relaxed features and messy hair.
Ginny is not sure if this will ever happen again so she lets herself bask a little bit. Not too much though, she knows better.
Morning comes to her in fragments, then all at once. During the night, she half remembers hearing him get up then come back; Ginny think she recalls him patting her thigh and gruffly telling her to “scooch” before he climbed back in, making the bed warmer and smell like scotch and his aftershave.
She’s dreaming that she’s pitched a no-hitter and Mike is hugging her on the mound, arms wrapped around her tightly, arms that feel like they don’t want to let go. Then, she’s awake and she feels Mike’s arms around her for real.
Mike is warm, broad, muscled, smells human and real and she feels anchored. Anchored in the best way, like she’s been drifting and listless and finally found a safe shore.
She’s on her side, Mike spooning her from behind and, because she can’t help herself, she gently wiggles her way further into his embrace. He just sighs into her hair and holds on tighter; the surge of joy that runs through her would make her dizzy if she wasn’t laying down.
Without meaning to, or maybe unconsciously meaning to, she presses her ass into him where she can feel him hard and long against her. His hand, which had been bound around her stomach moves up and under her shirt until he’s cupping her breast.
She freezes for a tiny second then relaxes into him more. She thought he was asleep.
“What are ya doing there, Lawson?” She asks, voice sleep rough.
“Sleeping, what are you doing, Baker?” He responds, voice equally as hoarse as her.
“Your hand doesn’t feel very asleep, old man,” she counters.
“Well, neither does your ass, rookie, but you don’t hear me complaining.”
She bites her lip and half hides her face in the pillow.
She feels his thumb every so lightly brush over her nipple, like a tease, like a warning, like a hello, and she can’t help the full body shiver that runs through her. Ginny feels him shuffle closer and breath her in, warm air from his mouth hitting the back of her neck and shoulders, heightening what she’s feeling and making her want to turn in his arms and devour him whole.
“Christ, rookie...I knew you would feel good, but I didn’t think you’d feel this good,” he mumbles half into her hair, half into the pillow.
That does it.
She extricates herself from his arms, hearing a soft noise of protest from him before she turns around -- she wants to look at him. She settles and takes him in, watching as he does the same.
“Don’t look at me like that, Baker, or I’m going to kiss you, and I guarantee my breath is horrible right now,” she’s more than a little taken aback by his frankness. For someone who’s avoided even referencing what else they may be to each other besides teammates, he’s being awfully forthcoming about what he wants.
“Mike,” she whispers because she can’t think of anything too say. There’s too much she needs to express and Ginny has no idea where to even begin.
“Will you come to my place when we get back to San Diego? I think we should talk, when I’m less hungover and you have more clothes on,” he smirks just a little bit and she shakes her head at him fondly, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea...,” she trails off, not sure how to ask what she wants to ask.
“Ginny?”
The use of her first name has her meeting his gaze, his open and honest eyes completely transfixed on her.
“What changed, Mike? I thought...,” she trails off again, not even sure what she thought.
He smiles at her and her stomach swoops.
“I woke up with you in my arms, Baker,” he cups her cheek gently, “there’s no going back after that.”
Ginny’s breath catches and she smiles at him unsteadily -- a rush of something, something she’s not ready to name quite yet, flows through her and she feels lighter than she’s felt in a long time.
Unsure of whether or not her voice will come out even, Ginny just nods at him and snuggles back into his arms. The hand that was cupping her check slides around her neck and runs down her back as she becomes encased in his warmth.
She can’t wait to get back to San Diego. They have a lot to talk about.
Recommended Reading: Bawson Edition Part Three
As I’m sure all of you know, Fox in all its wisdom (note sarcasm) cancelled Pitch. As heartbreaking as this is, the cancellation of this wonderful show in no way diminishes my love for these characters or my love for the stories created in this fandom. Now me personally, I’ve never needed my OTP to be canon to ship it, just like I don’t need the show to still be on the air for me to participate in the fandom (proud Spuffy shipper here).
With that being said, here is my promise to all the talented writers in this fandom, if you keep writing, I’ll keep reading and recommending, and together we’ll all keep the Bawson fandom alive. (To take a peak at my first list of Bawson recs click here and for the second click here)
Adjustments and Compromises by 2shytheshippy Usually, stories like these begin with some kind of disclaimer like: this started out innocently enough.
This is not that type of story.
anything we want by Anjali_Organna The night before the Padres are due to start their first spring training without Mike Lawson in over a decade, Ginny shows up at his house.
Bawson AUs by Ellabee15 A group of Bawson AUs
Coming Down by ClassyWillow Ginny hasn't answered anyone's calls for two weeks, until Mike finally calls.
Experience is the Best Teacher by Bullpen_Antics Ginny has questions... Mike has answers...
Falling One-shots by ClassyWillow A series of Ginny and Mike one-shots
Forget Me Not by MagicInHerMadnes Instead of her arm, it's Ginny's head that gets hurt during her no-hitter game.
Friends (with a comprehensive benefits package) by oddlyfamiliar After a game of Never Have I Ever during a night of team bonding, Ginny discovers a few things about Mike that she can't stop thinking about.
guys like you by elegantstupidity Ginny knows that playing Never Have I Ever at a house party is just going to lead into TMI Territory.What she doesn't expect is for it to lead to some of the best sex of her life..
Helpless by MagicInHerMadness College AU. Mike and Ginny meet at a frat party
In your corner 'til the end by Lady_in_Red Season 2: Spring Training. Ginny worries about making the roster, Mike is even surlier than usual, and flashbacks explain a lot.
More Than Friends by MagicInHerMadness Ginny and Mike experience an interesting change in their relationship in the middle of their junior year of high school.
Mornin', Sunshine by Dynamic_Ideation "He liked to take her in the morning just like this, to wake her up when she was soft and malleable, at her most vulnerable and open. "
there's no place like home by darlinginmyway Mike's grandmother is having her 90th birthday party, and he needs a girlfriend for the weekend.
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered by oddlyfamiliar She’s been patient. She has been so goddamn patient. It hasn’t been easy, but Ginny’s pretty sure that it’s worth it, that they’re worth it. And now they’re here.
Tomorrow is Mike’s last game before he retires from professional baseball.
Part 2 of You never really know someone until you talk to them at 4am
Tuned In by ClassyWillow One night at Spring Training was all it took to end Ginny Baker's season and Mike Lawson to feel like a proper asshole for it.
vivid, electrifying detail by darlinginmyway Evelyn wants details—vivid, electrifying details.
Waiting is the most difficult bit by oddlyfamiliar Usually, Ginny's arguments with Mike end with one of them storming off. Sometimes, they just bicker for days, until one of them eventually forgets what they were even arguing about to begin with.Somehow, this argument ends with Mike handing her a vibrator in the middle of a dark and crowded nightclub, and calling her bluff.Ginny really didn't see this coming.
Walk A Mile (With You Beside Me) by HookedonCS “You like chasing. You don’t like having.” The words Mike Lawson’s ex-wife once told him play like a mantra in his head sometimes. It might have dulled as his budding relationship with Ginny Baker begins to soar (even when they are the only ones to know). But the baggage Mike carries through life can’t be ignored forever. Not by him. And not by Ginny. So where does that take them both when Ginny begins to ask the questions? And where does that leave them when Mike begins drowning in that mantra again?
The What In the How and the Why by 2shytheshippy "It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in; let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes." Douglas Adams/Walt WhitmanBecause there are infinite universes with infinite Bawson stories to tell. Canon Divergent, AU's, and prompts galore; stand alones, mini series, continuations, etc.
oddlyfamiliar replied to your post “Au Mike Lawson tattoo artist and Ginny Baker professional MLB player....”
Omg I am so in love with this!
ingatrinity replied:
This is so cute..
Ahh, thanks! I may or may not have read Under Locke by Mariana Zapata (not as good as Kulti, but still fun) recently, which probably helped me out here
masterclassnprocrastination replied to your post
This honestly deserves the full fic.
sybbelle replied to your post
Umm ok now you have me wanting more lol
osmarinamo replied to your post
Oh please turn this into a fic! I love it!
You all should know by now that I’m extremely susceptible to peer pressure, so yeah, this is going to be a fic. So much for trying to clear out my draft folder...
oddlyfamiliar replied to your post “Mouth”
I AM DYING FOR THE REST OF THAT SECOND ONE!
That seems to be the consensus! I honestly haven’t touched “Open Your Eyes” in a few weeks. I’ll have to put it higher up the priority list.
