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Pazzi Fic Recs

This is as much for me as it is for you. Giving all of these authors all their flowers because everyone is so, so talented.

Series

Between Shades of Blue Golden Hour For the Plot Is the Moon Still in Love With the Sun? Looking Down at You Platonic Plus One Pressure Sherry Bomb Soft Spot Terms of Endearment Terms of Play Thinking of You (While I'm Up Here) Trouble Wishing You the Best (In the worst way) Your Lips My Lips

One-Shots

Anaktoria Beneath Her Tongue, There is a Poem... Between Breaths (I lose myself in you) Cause I Could Be So Good to You... Cost of Attention Exit 42 Five Lies and One Truth Heat Check Hills I am giving you food because I cannot give you the world I want to be something useful, like in love Letters of Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd Long Time Coming Miami Problems Paige's Lessons on Kissing Petty Recognition Secret Obsession & SO2 Study In Want Tipping Point & TP2 Trust in me (I'll Give You All of Me)

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hey so this is really gay cute

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hanging out to dry (fuck!) (3+1)

ao3 link here

uconnless!pazzi, wings!au

word count: 7.4k

synopsis: three times paige should have kissed azzi, and one time she actually did. 

notes: paige is a LOSER. azzi thinks that's hot. paige isn't sure if azzi is flirting with her, and she also isn't sure if she's flirting back. both are a definite yes.

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two people had already asked paige if she and azzi were dating. aziaha, two weeks ago; jessica, last thursday. that’s why it was particularly humiliating when she got a text from arike at two in the morning, having just returned from a group hangout at alanna’s place downtown. 

arike: so…

arike: u n azzi?

not this shit again. paige threw her head back against her headboard with a sigh. 

chillllll bro

it’s a vibe

she couldn’t think of any better way to explain what was happening. they didn’t really hang out alone, but they texted a lot. and flirted. paige was trying beyond comparison to be chill and normal, and was doing her damnedest to not hit on her. 

the only problem was that azzi fudd was jawdropping. paige had never in her life seen someone that gorgeous. to make things worse, she had a thing for talent, and the way azzi could shoot– paige got genuine heart palpitations watching her sink shots in practice. 

they were only a year apart, but azzi was her fellow number-one-draft-pick and her rookie of a whopping one month. it was stupid to have a crush on her, stupid to send her dumb jokes and to hang around her after practice as much as possible. paige should be leading. paige should be setting examples. 

well if she was leading the homo brigade and setting examples on how to look pathetic, she was doing a pretty good job. 

arike: wait did u know each other in college?

no, paige replied, too quick. the answer was more complicated than that; of course paige had known who azzi was in college. they’d played each other a handful of times. but college-paige had only cared about one thing while on the court: a natty. azzi was nothing more than another player to scout, some straight girl with a good shot. 

only, azzi wasn’t straight. and she was certainly no longer just another player that paige could ignore. 

sure, she’d seen the headlines back in the day– bueckers vs fudd, who will carry their team to victory– but it was all some bullshit. 

arike: bullshit 😂

arike: [picture attached]

paige squinted. it was a picture of her and azzi at some conference, azzi mid laugh at something and paige making a face. 

dang, paige had no clue where that had been taken. she’d given so many speeches with so many players over the years, made so much small talk– it could have been taken the week prior and paige wouldn’t have had the faintest idea. 

i dont even remember that bro fr fr

arike: she looks mad good tho

yeah

arike: 😂🫵

shut up. paige locked her phone, rolling her eyes. bait. 

after about three seconds, she unlocked it again, re-opening the picture and zooming in a little on azzi. dang, she really did look good. 

arike: don’t look too hard at it. you gotta look her in the eye at practice tomorrow ;)

kill yourself, paige shot back, locking her phone again and throwing it on her nightstand. it buzzed once more, but she refused to look. 

laying on her back and staring at the ceiling, she rested her hands on her chest. stupid. her heart beat against her palms. 

she closed her eyes, deciding to fall asleep. the image of azzi sprung into her mind, mid-smile, bathed yellow in the living room light. her mind supplied a little glint in her eye, a detail of a freckle on her cheek, a little curl by her ear. her heart rate sped up, pounding against her hands. 

“fuck,” she groaned. this was bad. she should not be thinking this much about azzi. but at the end of the night… she let herself flash back to earlier. 

…

if you asked paige what project hail mary was about, she’d be able to give you about a two word summary. first word: azzi. second word: fudd. 

the team was getting to know each other with all the new additions, hanging out at alanna’s house and watching a movie. it was literally nothing special– alanna just happened to have the biggest space to hang out, and they ordered food to eat and lounged around. 

half the team was off to the right, talking at the kitchen table in the next room. the remainder were huddled in the living room around two bowls of popcorn. 

when the movie started, paige was cognizant of about thirty seconds of science fiction freakiness before her gay brain took over entirely. azzi sat directly to her left, muscular arm brushing against paige’s, thigh pressed into hers. she didn’t seem to be aware of how close they were, at all, which was unfortunate because the situation was a little catastrophic for paige. 

she exhaled a little strangely and winced. smooth. nice.

it was honestly ridiculous, feeling her stomach jolt at the feeling of a pretty girl next to her. paige had cuddled with plenty of girls on couches before, had lounged around with tons of her friends. she should know what to do with her hands, should be able to keep her anxious stomach in check. 

but azzi was a category that paige couldn’t define; one year paige’s junior, and her athletic equal, paige felt responsible for ensuring her well-being. paige also felt like her brain melted like a popsicle every time azzi spoke words to her. which was unfortunate, because that was a lot. 

if this was a date, or if azzi was anyone but paige’s coworker that she was sitting with at a group function, paige would have leaned right into the touch and played along. if azzi were her longtime friend, paige would have manspreaded into her space to try to get on her nerves. but azzi was neither, and paige couldn’t decide how to act, so she just sat there, stiff. 

paige’s internal monologue was as follows: arm. she smells good. her hair is brushing my shoulder. can she feel how fast i’m breathing from the rise and fall of my shoulder? arm. thigh. dang, she really smells good. should i kill myself?

after about twenty minutes, azzi grew visibly uncomfortable. she shifted her torso away from paige, against the armrest of the couch, and drew her feet up to where they stopped just shy of resting on paige’s legs. 

paige stared really hard at her feet. she wanted to ask her– was it weird? 

no, it was weirder to overthink it. it was a friendly gesture, a kind gesture. they were hanging out. it was chill. 

“azzi,” she muttered. the brunette turned towards her, eyes wide and expectant. “stretch your legs out.”

azzi’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. trying to stop her cheeks from pinkening, paige patted her own lap. here. 

azzi smiled gratefully, understanding. she shifted her body so that her back was against the armrest, legs splaying across paige’s lap. 

bzzz. bzzz. paige’s phone vibrated violently from her pocket. her eyes snapped up, scanning the room. aziaha, who was sitting on a chair to their right, was pointedly raising an eyebrow at her.

aziaha: bro….

aziaha: be fr

paige stole a frantic glance at azzi to see if she was watching paige’s screen. which she wasn’t, clearly. why would she be? 

dude chill i’m just helping her be more comfortable

aziaha: wouldn’t have done ts for me 🤨

ur feet stink like poo 

she smells like sunshine and rainbows

aziaha: there’s a word for the likes of you and it rhymes with bomosexual

i swear bro i swear

don’t even know her middle name stop talking crazy

of course paige knew her middle name. her middle name was jazlyn. she’d found that out when she’d looked up azzi fudd on google, and also azzi fudd college highlights, and also azzi fudd from where and what perfume smells like jasmine but like better and valentino born in roma perfume and is there a born in roma cologne. she’d gotten distracted.

okay, jesus. she needed to focus. 

ryan gosling, in the movie, was wearing a really distracting yellow coat that made paige think of curious george. they were saying something about the sun dying, and paige wondered if they made him yellow on purpose. like the sun. that was dying. maybe he was going to die later in the movie, and it was foreshadowing.

she kept trying to see him as a serious scientist, but she couldn’t stop thinking of him as ken from barbie. this was Depressed Ken, maybe. he was certainly dressed the part, in some bullshit a depressed person would pull from their closet without thinking twice. 

her brain launched into an impromptu performance of i’m just ken, and she lost track of a decent amount of minutes before she came crashing back online. 

azzi’s legs were shifting uncomfortably again. don’t move, she wanted to say, but that would be pathetic. 

“you uncomfortable?” she murmured. stupid. clearly, azzi was uncomfortable. 

“yeah,” azzi whispered. “this armrest is really hard.”

“that’s what she said,” paige whispered back. azzi socked her on the arm. 

aziaha sat up straight. “what are y’all whispering about over there? i’m getting fomo.”

“i’m wondering if there’s a pillow i could use? the armrest is kind of hard,” azzi asked. 

at the conversation, everyone’s heads turned towards them. paige suddenly became incredibly aware of the two legs draped across her thighs, of the way her hands laid on top of them awkwardly. 

shit. she desperately did not want to seem like she was trying to make moves on the rookie, regardless of how incredibly badly she wanted to make moves on the rookie. 

“just use paige,” aziaha suggested. to azzi, she might have looked genuine, but to paige, who’d known her longer, she could see the shit-eating smile aziaha was trying to hide. she narrowed her eyes at her. 

“hey!” she complained. 

“paige got all that muscle now. go head and put it to good use.” paige was going to smack her the next time she got within arm’s reach.

azzi’s eyes flicked down for a second. paige unintentionally flexed a little. “yeah, alright.” azzi decided, shifting herself around. 

paige’s mind went full blown static as azzi laid down on her lap, on her back, head facing the screen and feet hanging over the armrest. it was a wonder sparks didn’t fly out of her head by the way that she was short-circuiting. azzi’s head was warm against paige’s thighs, flyaways brushing her bare skin with every breath. 

paige had the horrible urge to smooth her hands over azzi’s head, to play with her hair and scratch her scalp, and then she decided that she needed to die. honestly, she genuinely didn’t know how azzi was comfortable, but she wasn’t about to ask and risk her moving. 

she needed to distract herself, stat. could azzi hear her heartbeat in her thighs? was that a thing? because that could be a problem. clearing her throat, she squinted at the television and tried to pay attention again. 

on the screen, ryan gosling was having an existential crisis in a tunnel while eating some shit from a thermos. then, he was staring really hard at a plaque. then, he was doing some sciency shit in a lab coat that tried to cover up the world’s ugliest striped sweater. 

the best time to wear a striped sweater is all the time, paige’s brain sang. she snorted out loud. that was a good spongebob reference. 

azzi turned her head so she was looking up at paige. 

“what?” she asked, quiet. christ, she was beautiful. and really near paige’s crotch. enough.

paige blinked back at her. 

“what’s funny?” azzi tried again, whispering. 

“nothing,” paige muttered, “was thinking about something else.”

that seemed to be good enough for azzi, who rolled back over. paige spent the next few minutes thinking about the shape of azzi’s lips and pretending that she wasn’t. 

paige’s leg started to feel numb. azzi, bless her heart, was completely restricting blood flow to her lower left extremity. unfortunately, paige would rather die than kick a beautiful girl out of her lap, and she didn’t want to look fucking stupid, so she resolved herself to ignoring it and hoping her leg would figure it out. 

“wait, why is he on a plane?” azzi turned again, asking under her breath. 

“i really couldn’t tell you,” paige admitted. “i’ve been thinking about how to get the last piece of popcorn from that bowl without moving your head.”

azzi’s mouth curved upwards into a small smile. she reached her hand out and grabbed the last piece, holding it in front of paige’s face. the demons in paige told her to take it with her mouth, but she was a rational human being, and she let azzi drop it into her hands. 

“isn’t it cold now?” azzi asked. 

“eh,” paige shrugged, “like, room temperature. it’s still nice and salty, and that’s what matters.”

azzi wrinkled her nose. “makes me too thirsty.”

“good thing you have a water then, thirsty girl.”

thirsty girl? was paige fucking serious?

azzi snorted. she was fully looking up, then, not paying any attention to the movie. paige stared at her, hoping the dim lighting of the room was enough to cover the way she greedily drank in the sight of all of azzi’s face. 

“what’s he doing now?” azzi whispered. 

paige, with great effort, tore her eyes away from azzi to look at the screen. “he’s standing in front of a room of people who look like they’re in the military.”

azzi listened for a second. “i keep hearing ken whenever he opens his mouth.”

paige’s head snapped back down. “right?”

“he was just so good in that role. it ruined any of his other movies for me.”

“he was the perfect casting,” paige agreed. 

they looked at each other. dang, paige’s leg was really numb. 

paige was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to bend down and kiss her, awkward and mismatched, uncaring of anything but the feeling of their lips against each other. she held azzi’s gaze, dark and unblinking, and her thoughts started moving a million miles a minute. 

no, she shouldn’t. azzi was her fucking rookie, for god’s sake, and who knows what the team, let alone the rest of the world, would have to say about it. and it would be ridiculous to do it right there, in front of everyone. she’d never in her life gotten the impulse for such drastic pda. 

but she wanted to. 

azzi’s tongue darted out and wet her lower lip. paige followed the movement with her eyes, eyelids falling just a fraction. 

there was a sudden warmth at the corner of paige’s mouth, and she startled as she realized that azzi’s gentle thumb was brushing at her skin. 

“salt,” azzi murmured in explanation, like she hadn’t just given paige a heart attack. paige wanted her to do it again. the way azzi looked at her lips, the feeling of her soft and sweet, was intoxicating. 

paige’s breath caught in her chest, and her mind went a little blank, and–

she hissed loudly, leg jolting hard. fucking pins and needles, jesus christ, her entire leg was being stabbed–

azzi shot up. “what? oh my god, are you okay?”

even through the pain, paige felt immediately cold. “yes, yeah, pins and needles.”

someone paused the movie. “paige, bro, what–”

“pins and needles,” she groaned again, louder, “ignore me, play the movie.”

azzi laughed in her face, the rest of the team joining in. azzi patted her thigh gently. 

“fuck,” paige muttered, “sorry.” she tried to give her a sheepish smile. 

“s’okay,” azzi shrugged, “my fault.” she knocked her shoulder against paige’s, turning back to the tv. paige needed to get her fucking act together. 

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TWO: 

paige had now known azzi for two and a half months. in the last week, alanna and jj had both singled her out to inquire about the status of her and azzi’s relationship; she’d had to tell them both a miserable no. 

with how chill all of her teammates were being about it, she figured that the whole “azzi is a rookie” hangup didn’t hold much water now. paige herself had only been in the league for one measly year, as arike liked to remind her. 

the point was that that was a good thing, because she was now pretty sure that azzi was flirting with her. 

she wasn’t positive, of course– it was very much a possibility that paige’s own delusional thoughts were misinterpreting azzi’s actions entirely. maybe azzi was looking for a super close best friend when she texted paige good morning with a little sun and a heart every day. they clicked so well on and off the court, it would make sense. 

but paige had to let hope cloud her vision a little, especially at times like this, where–

arike: bro where did u guys go

arike: always disappearing somewhere together i swear

arike: this my own house

arike: don’t desecrate it

woah woah calm down

we’re just talking in the driveway

arike: don’t wanna watch the fireworks out back with the team?

we’re having fun

ur buffalo chicken dip is fire

arike: of course it is

arike: come inside and eat my wife’s dessert before i whoop you both

be there in a minute mom

arike was hosting the team for a fourth of july party. everything was going well this season, and the wings were coming off a much-needed win. they were celebrating in the dallas heat, everyone a little happy and sweaty.

there’s a line paige remembered from to kill a mockingbird about the southern heat, something about the ladies being like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum. she said as much to azzi, who looked at her kind of funny. it sparked a conversation about whether or not talcum was a carcinogen, a topic on which neither of them were particularly knowledgeable. 

the point of her thought process was that azzi looked sweet and shiny and smelled really good, and paige kind of wanted to eat her whole.

as previously mentioned, half the season gone by had done wonders for getting rid of the azzi-is-a-rookie nerves. paige tried not to be corny, but azzi fit into her life in a way that she never expected her to. they had similar interests, hobbies, and humor, and they became practically inseparable. sports media adored them, calling them all kinds of names and gushing over their chemistry. 

it wasn’t something paige was proud of, having a fat and massive crush on azzi, but it was truly impossible not to. the more she’d gotten to know her, the worse it had become. she kept expecting azzi to do something weird and offputting that would change the way paige felt, but paige was endeared to all of her quirks. they just fit together.

time after practice was spent grabbing food together, time off on the weekends was spent hanging out with each other’s friends, and time before bed was spent texting back and forth about whatever crossed their mind. it was nice.

dressed in a striped blue tube top and little shorts, azzi looked like a muscled vision sitting next to paige on the pavement. her knees were drawn up to her chest, chin resting atop one. paige had been resisting the urge to wrap her arms around her for about twenty minutes straight. 

paige looked like an idiot in a white wifebeater and massive firetruck-red jorts, her butt in genuine pain from digging into the driveway. she probably had pebbles stuck up her crack. not really. but it felt like that. that was the common theme with paige when it came to azzi; she was stupid around her. every time she considered making a move, she managed to make herself feel so dumb that she thought azzi would get weirded out. 

“i just think it’s unrealistic for king kong to be that massive. like, think of evolution. everything got small again before apes even evolved,” paige complained. 

“not everything,” azzi disagreed, “think about whales.”

“yeah, but that’s underwater. they got their own freaky shit going on down there. i’m talking about on land.”

“well, why don’t you have a problem with godzilla?”

“because they didn’t make godzilla a massive fucking ape. massive fucking ape implies real-world evolution.”

“they probably have some logic for it. maybe he got chemicals spilled on him, or he was part of a species of giant apes living on an island and he was the last one, or something,” azzi mused. 

“massive fucking ape,” paige grumbled, again. “stupid.”

“you’re stupid.”

“your mom.”

azzi rolled her eyes, but paige could see her biting back a smile. 

a loud popping sound rang out, and they both winced. 

“oh– there, there!” azzi pointed, excited. the house diagonal from arike’s must have been setting off fireworks from their backyard, because the sparks were loud and massive. 

azzi’s eyes were wide as she looked up at the trailing colors streaking the sky. she looked beautiful, calm and happy, fully at peace in the moment. paige studied the way the lights fizzled out in the reflection on azzi’s pupils. 

on instinct, she moved her pinky so that it overlapped azzi’s. azzi turned to her, then; paige couldn’t tell if her cheeks were a little pink in the fading light or if it was a lingering beam from the almost-set sun. 

“this is romantic,” azzi said quietly. 

paige blanked, eyes widening. “what,” she said, more caught off-guard than a question. 

“i mean,” azzi clarified, flustered, “like, y’know, in the sense of the word where it means something pretty. like romanticize. like it– it just feels really lovely.” she tucked a stray curl behind her ear. 

right. sure. 

“i guess it could also be romantic,” azzi was definitely blushing, “with the right person.”

“yeah,” paige agreed, dumbly. she didn’t know why she said what she said next, but she did. “at my family’s cabin in minnesota, we used to go to the lake every fourth of july. my dad and my stepmom, well, my first stepmom, used to always stop what they were doing and kiss at the first firework.”

azzi leaned her shoulder against paige. “that’s really sweet.”

paige laughed. “yeah, i mean– they didn’t work out, clearly, but i always kinda wanted to do that some day. have a family, have a woman i love, make up stupid reasons to kiss each other. y’know.”

azzi’s pinky twitched underneath paige’s. “my dad does something similar,” she said. “he does this stupid thing called pancake kisses, where he makes pancakes on saturday mornings, and he kisses my mom once for every pancake she eats.”

paige grinned. “i could get behind that. i eat a lot of pancakes.”

“oh, you wouldn’t be the one making them?”

“depends. which would you prefer?” paige asked.

“i like waking up to the smell of batter and eggs,” azzi admitted.

“then i change my mind. i’d be the one making them.”

“whatever,” azzi grumbled, but she looked away and tried to hide a pleased smile. 

“are you someone who,” paige cleared her throat, “really likes things like that?”

azzi thought about it for a second before nodding. “yeah, i mean. my parents have always been like that, so i guess it’s by example. i just think it’s so sweet, always doing things to keep the relationship special,” she paused, “what about you?”

“probably, for the right person. i like keeping things fun. and i like to make people i care about feel appreciated,” paige admitted. 

azzi made a playfully intrigued face. “good to know.”

“taking notes?”

“maybe. you want me to?”

paige choked a little on her own spit, and tried to pass it off by clearing her throat. “wouldn’t complain.”

“then i’ll jot it down, boss.”

“perfect.”

“aren’t i?”

“yeah.” paige should kill herself. what the hell was she even saying? she couldn’t flirt for shit. was this flirting? jesus, what if azzi wasn’t even flirting?

“i get that a lot,” azzi sighed, scooting a little closer to paige so their sides pressed together fully, “usually in more,” she paused, “intimate context.”

nope, azzi was flirting. 

“oh?” 

“you heard me.”

paige laughed softly. “i’ll jot it down, boss.”

“perfect.”

the conversation lulled for a moment. another round of fireworks went off, red and spiraling high into the air before exploding. paige took a moment to appreciate what a blessing it was that she was able to be there, seeing something beautiful, warm and full of something like hope, with someone she cared about. 

she turned to face azzi. she kind of wanted to see the awe on azzi’s face as she looked up at the lights, to trace the curves of her face in mental graphite and commit it to memory forever. azzi, though, was already looking at her, eyes deep and dark. 

“you look pretty,” azzi whispered. 

which was ridiculous, because azzi was making paige’s heart functionally arrhythmic in her chest. paige couldn’t even think of the words to rebut that, just let her eyes drag down azzi’s frame and back up to her face. she raised an eyebrow as if to say really? coming from you?

azzi scrunched up her nose and smiled. paige felt a little breathless, a little captivated. jesus christ, she wanted to lean in so badly. she was fairly sure that azzi wanted her to. she let herself imagine moving forward, capturing azzi’s lips in hers, cupping her jaw and finally, finally, kissing her.

azzi blinked up at her slowly, and paige’s pinky curled around azzi’s. her heart fluttered against her chest like a caged bird, violent and frenzied. 

she wanted it bad. she wanted it like an angel pleading for its fucking wings.

but they were sitting outside of arike’s house. in public, on the pavement, in front of the windows, where anyone could be watching. she couldn’t. she couldn’t do it right there. 

oh, shit, arike. “oh my god,” paige blurted out, heart sinking. “arike wanted us inside, like, twenty minutes ago. she’s gonna kill us.”

azzi stared at her for a second like she was still processing her words. “yeah,” she said, slowly. 

“we’re dead,” paige groaned, “they’re gonna give us shit for the next week.”

“yeah,” azzi repeated, brushing off whatever haze she was in. she shook her head and stood up, facing the door. “nice night, huh?” 

paige brushed her hands off as she scrambled to stand up, too.

“let’s go eat lala’s dessert,” azzi said, turning away and walking. 

that was abrupt, paige thought. did she look a little disappointed? shit.

azzi made it to the door, opening it and waiting for paige. 

“one second, i need to tie my shoe. go on ahead,” paige lied, waving azzi in. the younger woman disappeared through the door.

“fuck!” paige cursed, kicking a rock on the pavement. “stupid!”

__

THREE: 

it was the beginning of august. count of people who’d asked paige if she and azzi were together: fourteen. her mother, for one. her college best friends. the trainer. her dietician. name them, and they’d asked paige if she’d had her tongue three thousand leagues down the length of azzi’s gullet. it was beginning to piss her off, honestly. if that wasn’t obvious.

don’t say a word.

arike: wasn’t gonna

arike: later… 😏

NOTHING later. i will kill you. with a gun.

arike: hey man

arike: you’re digging your own grave

the team were sitting around a table, plenty of drinks for everyone. the place was a nice one, crisp black tabletops and comfortable chairs. they’d even given the table a bowl of chips to snack on, which paige was pleased with. the music was fairly loud, enough to really worm into paige’s brain when she finished her second beer, but it was nothing unpleasant. 

underneath the table, azzi’s hand was on paige’s thigh. 

it had started with her turning to the side, quietly complimenting paige’s rings while the rest of the team were arguing about something. paige had shown them to her, and she’d leaned in to get a better look, and paige had lost her breath at the proximity and felt like a fucking loser. 

azzi said, “i like the one that spins. i always need something to fidget with.” 

paige replied, “feel free,” and stuck her hand out. azzi giggled, dragging her fingernail up paige’s hand to the ring on her middle finger. she spun it gently once, twice, and gave paige a grateful smile. 

paige tried to tune back into the conversation after that, but she noticed that her and azzi’s chairs seemed inexplicably closer. she tried to laugh at something alanna was saying, tried to make fun of aziaha, but her brain kept replaying that little tilt of azzi’s lips. 

she was wearing this really shiny gloss that somehow hadn’t come off as she sipped her cocktail with a straw, and she also smelled really nice, and–

paige felt a finger trail across her knuckles. her eyes shot down to her lap, where her hands rested, and she saw azzi’s hand gently stroking her way back up to paige’s ring. paige felt her face pinken, and her free hand nervously came up to stroke at her ponytail. 

she stole a glance at azzi, but azzi was turned forwards, intently listening to the conversation in front of them. her hand was as low as possible, trying to be discreet– and she knew paige would let her. paige felt hot. 

not five minutes later, azzi’s fingers drew a sharp path down, onto paige’s lap. 

paige looked over, eyes widening in question, and azzi breathed a laugh. “these rips are bothering me.”

rips? what rips? 

right. the rips in her jeans. paige begged her brain to come back online. “what, you want them bigger? can’t see enough of me?”

not that online, jesus christ. middle ground. middle ground. 

azzi’s eyelids lowered just a fraction, barely noticeable. “no, the little white strands that come off of them– they’re all tangled.”

“so detangle them,” paige muttered, shifting her attention back to arike. the older woman was complaining about her brother-in-law, something about coming over to her house to detail his own car in her driveway. 

azzi didn’t need to be told twice. for a few minutes, she tugged on the outside of the rips, combing fingers through and separating them. she didn’t even look down as she did, just felt around paige’s thigh for the next rip and kept moving. 

when she finished tugging on the strands, her fingertip would circle the tear gently, as if seeking out another strand to focus on. if there were none there, she’d stay there for a minute, softly stroking the skin of paige’s thigh. she’d start with the pad of her finger, little lines, then edge it over to her fingernail, drawing little shapes. when she was bored of that, she’d go back to stroking, a little firmer and bolder.

it only became a problem when she reached one particularly close to the inside of paige’s thigh. the top half of paige wanted to jerk away– not appropriate for team dinner– and the bottom half of paige wanted– well. it wanted.

a bit more forcefully than she would have liked, she brought her hand over top of azzi’s, forcing it flat and stopping her movements. 

alanna turned towards her questioningly, looking down. paige drew her hand back up, tucking her hair behind her ear. she tried so hard to be nonchalant that her elbow knocked against the top of azzi’s chair, and she ended up extending her arm across it. 

great. now her arm was practically around azzi. subtle! cool!

it definitely did not help her case. clearly, nobody cared about what was going on between them, but paige was still nervous. it was rude, if anything, to be overly absorbed in one person at a group hangout. 

what also definitely did not help her case was the fact that azzi didn’t move her hand at all. for the next hour, azzi’s hand just rested on top of her thigh, tightening minutely as she laughed, absentmindedly fidgeting, and paige felt as red as a tomato and twice as wet as one. or whatever. 

past a certain point, she could almost forget about it; then, azzi would crack a joke too loud, and someone’s eyes would move from her face down to where her arm was slightly too far away from her own body, and someone would raise an eyebrow at her. whatever! whatever. 

slowly, people peeled off, paying for their own meals and excusing themselves to go home. eventually, it was just arike, paige, and azzi. 

paige was grateful that arike was there– she and azzi weren’t paying any special attention to each other, and minus the hand on her thigh, the interactions between them were perfectly friendly. it was three people settling deeper into their dynamic, talking life and firsts and basketball, and it was chill. 

it wasn’t even her fault that her and azzi had parked next to each other, and arike had parked down the street. 

when they left the bar, she and azzi lingered outside of their respective cars for a few minutes too long. paige leaned against her door, a casual elbow resting on her side mirror. 

“arike’s so funny,” azzi said quietly, lips curving upward. 

jesus, she was beautiful. paige’s brain took a mental snapshot. the short distance between them felt much bigger after their proximity all night, and paige wanted so badly to touch her again, to be close to her. 

“she’s aight,” paige shrugged, a lopsided smile on her face. “you know she’s real stubborn sometimes.”

“aren’t we all?” azzi asked with a laugh, and paige nodded. 

“for real, though, you’re really lucky to have her as your vet. on the personal level, she’s been through it all. ups, downs, getting overlooked….anger issues,” paige said, seriously. 

azzi snorted. “and being a lesbian. publicly. that’s pretty cool.”

“everyone’s a lesbian, bro.”

“yeah, but not everyone is open about it. i’m not. it’s brave.”

paige had to agree. “yeah. it is.”

“especially because, y’know, until recently nobody really watched us. the stereotype was that we were all dykes. nobody wanted to watch a league full of dykes. and now they do watch us, and there’s so much hatred being brought into our space, and she’s still proudly who she is. that’s really fucking cool.” 

paige looked at her, her eyes wide and earnest, and felt something in her chest soften. “you should tell her that,” she agreed quietly, “i think she’d love to hear it.”

azzi shrugged. “someday.”

“tomorrow, first thing at practice,” paige smiled.

“fat chance,” azzi rolled her eyes. 

they looked at each other for a minute, quiet and soft. 

“i should get going,” azzi said, eventually. 

“you should,” paige agreed.

they stood there for another moment. paige grinned. azzi mirrored her expression. 

“seriously,” azzi insisted. 

“sure,” paige nodded. neither of them moved. 

a feeling passed through paige that was too gentle to handle, and she finally shook her head and stepped forwards, arms wide. “c’mere,” she muttered. 

azzi stepped into her arms, hugging her goodbye. 

“i’ll see you at practice tomorrow,” paige said, cheek pressed up against azzi’s hair. 

“yep,” azzi agreed from somewhere next to paige’s neck, “don’t be late.”

“i’m never late.”

“you were late to this.”

“this isn’t practice.”

“well, you better practice being on time, because i better see you tomorrow.”

“bro, i’m gonna be there,” paige complained, finally pulling back. neither of their hands quite left the other, still in each other’s space. 

azzi’s face was a few breaths from paige’s, just below her, luminescent under the street lamps. her eyes were dark, wide and bright, and she was smiling again, and paige’s chest did some awful squeezing motion that almost knocked her breathless. 

she looked down at azzi’s lips. her eyes darted back up to azzi’s eyes in a fraction of a second, trying not to overstep, but azzi’s gaze was pointed right at her mouth. 

okay. she should kiss her. 

azzi had just spent an hour feeling up her thigh. azzi was looking up at her like she’d hung the moon. azzi’s hands were still around her back. 

she wanted to kiss her. 

azzi was right there, beautiful, perfect, and it would be so easy to just lean down and take her lips in a kiss–

right. paige was overthinking. all she had to do was lean down– or– wait. should she ask her first? was azzi the sort of person who assumed a kiss was okay, or was she someone who wanted to be asked? shit, if paige asked, would it be good, or would it ruin the moment– or– god, she should just do it, fuck– 

azzi moved her gaze back up to paige’s. she searched her eyes, pausing, and for a moment everything was still; then, at the same time, they both pulled away. 

“bye,” paige tried to say, but no sound came out. their hands dragged against each other for a heartbeat too long. 

see you tomorrow, azzi mouthed at her. she gave her one last smile before disappearing into her car. 

paige felt like a marionette, limbs uncoordinated and jerky as she forced herself back into her own car. she fumbled with the ignition for a moment, cursing under her breath. 

out of the corner of her eye, she saw azzi’s car back out of the parking lot and disappear. immediately, she groaned and slumped against the steering wheel. she sat like that for five full minutes, feeling pathetic and miserable and like a giant fucking loser. finally, she straightened up and put on her seatbelt. 

“FUCK!” she yelled, slamming her fist against the horn. BRAAM, her car protested loudly. she jumped. 

—

paige’s mouthguard hung halfway out of her mouth. she bent over challengingly, hands on her knees, eyebrow cocked. 

azzi smirked, dribbling the ball between her legs once, twice. she bent her knees like she was going to move forward, pretending to fake paige out. 

“go,” paige called out. her voice echoed in the gym. “you playing or just showing off?”

azzi shrugged, keeping the ball moving. “doesn’t matter. you can’t guard me either way.”

someone behind paige whistled, and paige narrowed her eyes. her gaze landed on the sweat on azzi’s collarbone. her bicep. her thigh. she shook her head. 

azzi started forwards, and paige sucked her mouthguard back in, hands immediately out. azzi stopped, grinned, and went the other way. 

fuck no. paige dogged her determinedly, fighting through a li screen and trying to get her hand on the ball before azzi shot. as her hand came down, azzi passed it to maddy on the three-point line. shit. she caught paige’s gaze and smiled, and there was a glint in her eye that sent a jolt down paige’s spine.

the ball bounced off the backboard to alanna, who shot it back to maddy. 

odyssey got in maddy’s face, and paige saw azzi’s body turn before the idea even came to maddy’s head. paige knew azzi’s catch-and-shoot, knew she was going to release it immediately–

the ball flew to azzi and paige was already jumping as azzi moved the ball up. azzi pivoted, turning past paige and sprinting in for a clean layup. 

absolutely not. paige hit the ground running, chasing her back, following the movement of her arm up, and BAM. 

the ball slammed back down to the earth before it had the chance to fly for more than half a second. paige’s chest pounded with exhilaration, and she shot azzi a cocky look as she turned on her heel. 

azzi, usually known for being calm and collected, looked pissed. it made something in paige’s stomach churn. she couldn’t stop a wild grin from taking over her face as she waited for azzi’s team to inbound the ball. her heart pounded. this was fun. 

alanna inbounded to arike. jessica ran a screen on odyssey. arike to alanna, paige shifted, alanna to maddy, paige shifted. 

her eyes, focused on the ball, never strayed for long from azzi. she looked intense and determined, brows furrowed and face flushed with exertion. she looked godlike. 

maddy to azzi, outside the arc, and before paige could blink, azzi nailed a three over her head. 

she froze, dumbfounded. how–? 

azzi backpedaled and winked at her. paige wanted to tear her clothes off. 

“that’s game! arike’s team, twenty points. water break,” jose yelled.

“she traveled,” paige complained weakly, but she knew it was a lie. she thought of azzi’s shirt riding up her stomach as she jumped up for the shot. she couldn’t think straight.

arike raised an eyebrow at her. “that’s it? no hitting the wall? no yelling? just a ‘she travelled?’” she clicked her tongue. “you’re soft on her.”

“no, i’m not,” paige grumbled, eyes flicking over to azzi. azzi grinned at her, reaching over and hitting her lower back. the touch rippled through paige like fucking sonar, and she needed to leave stat before her brain drove her absolutely insane. 

arike snorted.

“whatever,” paige muttered. “i left something in the car. be right back.”

ducking the rest of the group, she jogged out of the practice facility doors and through the hallway that led to the parking lot. she pushed open the exit, desperately fanning herself. she kept thinking about azzi’s face, determined, her perfect shot, how unfairly fucking attractive it was for her to be so good. 

she walked over to her car and rested her forearm against it, putting her head down for a fraction of a second before yelping at the hot metal and drawing back. she deserved that, she thought miserably, for being incapable of having normal, friendly thoughts about–

“paige!” azzi called out, walking out of the facility. 

jesus christ. this was not going to help. “hm?” she tried, unable to say much else. 

“oh,” azzi shrugged, “you left your phone inside.” she held it out, waiting for paige to take it from her. 

paige stared at her, trying to read her expression. slowly, she took her phone from azzi’s hand, letting their fingers brush together for longer than strictly necessary. 

“you know i don’t need my phone to get something from my car, right?” she didn’t even need to get anything from her car. she just needed some air.

“i know,” azzi said, matter of fact. “i just wanted to see you.”

paige held back a laugh. “you just saw me.”

“sure did.”

“and you came out here in the scorching hot sun to see me again.”

“is there a problem with that?” azzi challenged, stepping closer to her. her eyes sparkled mirthfully. paige wanted to swallow them whole. 

“depends.”

“depends on what?”

silence. 

paige couldn’t take it anymore. azzi was so– and– she was right there, and there were no excuses, there was nobody around– paige didn’t just want it, she needed it. azzi was a fire and paige had to stoke it, needed to breathe life into this thing that was driving her fucking mad. 

azzi raised an eyebrow at her, and paige stared back helplessly. they were so close, hovering on the verge but not quite daring to fall over it, and she was going to do it, she was finally going to do it, fuck it, she was going to ask–

“can i–”

azzi interrupted her by kissing her full on the mouth.  

paige felt like she was bursting into flames. azzi’s lips on hers were hot, perfect, firm and absolutely sure of what she wanted. paige’s hands clung to her waist like it was keeping her on earth, kissing back for all she was worth.  

it was whatever paige had fantasized about since the moment azzi had walked into practice on the first day, letting her hand linger in paige’s for a second too long when they shook hands. it was perfect. paige was fucking melting.

after a moment, azzi pulled back. “god, i’ve been waiting for you for months. you’re such an idiot.”

“well,” paige shrugged, “did it live up to the hype?”

“i need a second opinion.” azzi kissed her again, and paige smiled so wide she nearly broke their lips apart, and azzi only kissed her harder, and paige felt so happy she could fucking die. 

yeah, she could get used to this. 

___

[11:04 am]

arike: u massive liar

arike: “i need something outside” headass yeah needed some TONGUE

arike: i can see u thru the window  

[11:05 am]

arike: u dont get paid to kiss women on the clock get a move on

[11:14 am]

arike: dang let that lady ass go

[11:23 am]

paige: fuck you

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TASTE ME

𑣲 PAIRING vet!paigebueckers x rookie!azzifudd

𑣲 SUMMARY azzi is waiting for paige in nothing but her tshirt and her panties on.

𑣲 WARNINGS sexual content. munch!p(fav) hairpulling. spit. alil bit of plot. breeding kink? mommy/daddy use. sexting?in a way. strap sucking.

𑣲 AUTHORS NOTE a nasty lil short something for my pazzi feelers. this is also NOT ongoing, sweet and simple!

𑣲 WORD COUNT 3.9K

𑣲 TAGS this is dedicated to my favoriteeeeee @pearlydollsworld, i hope you loveeee queennnnn.

• • •

Azzi Fudd despised being bored. It was a little ironic how the number 1 pick in the draft still ached for that quiet lifestyle at times, making her want to consume that lonesome for what it was. It made her no better that she wasn’t found of to much attention anyway, she frayed away from it indefinitely and was taught to be true to herself, it’s what got her paid. It’s what kept her in the 2-bedroom condo at the heart of Uptown Dallas, fresh paint and plush carpeting that was her absolute favorite. The environment was new to her and she missed the family she had awaiting her back home but she loved the lonesome—until, it reached the point of boredom. Azzi laid on her stomach, her legs crossed at the ankles as she scrolled throughout her Instagram timeline.

It was a Saturday, quiet frank and hair wash day, she decided to stay inside. The stress it would’ve took to get dressed and made sure her hair stayed in check would’ve been to much for her making her stay inside in nothing but a fitted white tank, said tank cuffing her chest just right making the girls sit up nice and the laced black Victoria Secret panties she threw on after a much needed shower. Azzi had blown her hair out making it wavy against her back now, she couldn’t put it up just yet, letting it breathe before she wrapped it.

The grey sheets she had beneath her were ridded underneath her body, she continuously tossed and turned against her sheets with her legs sprawled beneath her. Azzi had a comfortable spot on her stomach now, her palm holding her pretty face up with her long legs drifting up and down, still wrapped at the ankles. The season was only beginning, the hectic practices but memorable moments was what Azzi did it for. It was the silence of the night that always got to her, she hated to admit it but she missed the chaotic noises the dorms left behind. It was like a part of her still remained in Storrs all the while she was conquering Dallas, day by day.

The lighting in her bedroom remained low nonetheless, a small shaded lamp sitting on her nightstand that contrasted a golden glow upon her face. Azzi thumb lifted first with seeing the notification slide down the top of her phone, her brown hues went over it a few times as she sat up accordingly to her elbows.

p baby

you’re no fun. 11:28PM

The text was immediate to make a smile spread across her face, she lasted a hour and a half before she texted her. Paige still decided to spend the night with a few of the women from the team, the last she knew that they were going to a few bars in town. Azzi though just couldn’t vision herself in that tonight; Azzi let the blonde go willingly even though she pressed to stay in with her, she actually made her get dressed and go out. Azzi didn’t plan on changing the life she was already living before she came, besides, she knew where Paige would be spending the rest of her night.

excuse me? 11:29PM

Paige responded within minutes.

p baby

yk everybody wanted to see you. they don’t bite 11:31PM

but do you? 11:31PM

Azzi couldn’t even fake it, she didn’t even bother to exit the thread with waiting on the next text. The text continued to come through, her eyes going over the message a few times before she responded.

p baby

only if your good 11:31PM

The red in her cheeks couldn’t be missed, a giggle falling from her lips as she twirled her hips so she could lie to her back. Azzi legs still resting beneath her, both hands holding her phone securely as she replied back like a schoolgirl in bed after hours.

i had my fun before i came. i needed no distractions. my bed treats me much much better. 11:33PM

p baby

really? show me 11:33PM

Azzi thought about it, her tongue going over her lips as she thought. The girl barley said anything but Azzi already felt her abdomen heating below her as her chest slowly rose and fell with her eyes sat on the text, her eyes slowly peered down to her attire seeing her shiny body that still appeared moisturized with the low lighting. Azzi stomach was flat with a tight and fit figure, she had been moving around all day long, her bed being more comfortable was an understatement. The girl was turning over to her side a bit, pressing the camera option in the messages and soon as the photo registered was when she lifted the silver iPhone 17 a bit higher.

The angle was perfect, giving a view of her toned body that was normally hidden beneath her clothes, the silver of her belly piercing catching in the camera. The picture giving her a small outline of her panties that was strapped to her waist, her chest though was fully in the photo, still sitting up nicely as she laid there comfortably again after pressing send on the photo. Azzi didn’t even have to analyze it, she pressed that blue button and watched the message send through. Azzi watched how the girl read over it within seconds, if that, it amazed her how she was literally spending time out but was glued to her phone now. It was only a few seconds going by before Paige replied, another smile coming to her face at the view of it.

p baby

stay just like that 11:35PM

Damn, that was quick. Azzi thought, the blonde was leaving no room for any other commentary. It excited her, her thighs squeezing tightly together making her thumbs move mindlessly with nothing but the truth just to watch it send.

i’ll be waiting. 11:35PM

• • •

Azzi got a set of three keys which all of them are now gone. One was to her parents, one was kept for her, that last key though was for her special someone. The sound of the front door opening fulfilled her ears making eyes lift firstly to see her making it in a twenty-minute span, she let her phone glide out of her hands whilst leaning up to her knees at the sound of her shoes inching closer down the hallway now. It was a lengthy walk, the hallway was probably the longest part about the space but as soon as she came around the corner, Azzi was already smiling.

Paige leaned against the threshold, stepping out of her white Jordan’s by firstly pulling the lace before they fell to the floor.

Paige had kept the drinking to a minimum, she probably took two shots flat but couldn’t worry about much of anything else at the sight of Azzi. The girl was sitting up on her knees towards the edge of the bed now, her arms spreading for Paige to walk into her embrace. “What took you so long?” Azzi questioned her but Paige still found her lips first, her arms wrapping around her tight to press her against her body whilst her lips moved against her own. The kiss was deep, both lips moving at that slow pace that had their lips dragging against one another’s. “Had to grab something.” Paige murmured, a hand moving from the embrace to grab Azzi’s wrist and she let her guide her to the middle of her pants to feel the length that rested there.

“I want it.” Azzi breathed against her mouth, her tongue dragging against the pink of her bottom lip whilst her hands started at the zipper of the black jumpsuit she wore. “Can I have it baby?” Azzi pulled at the zipper to show the black beater she wore underneath the jacket that looked freshly crisped, her hands going to push the jacket off her completely, squeezing at her biceps as it dropped to the floor. Paige nodded her head, dazed with the beauty that was leaning to her knees to pull at the sweats she wore, the girl was wasting no time to get Paige undressed completely and she let her strip her of everything she wore.

“You look so good.” Paige couldn’t help the words as they fell, her being able to see Azzi up close like this was taking her there. Azzi nipples were hard against her shirt, a pretty smile on her lips at the sound of the compliment. “You look better.” Azzi was inching off the bed so her knees could go to the floor, two pointer fingers to pull the sweats down her legs and making her step out of them. The boxers had went next—slowly though, a single finger catching onto the front just to pull them down and the clear strap springing out was a good 8inches with a curve forming at the tip.

“This lets you feel it too?” Paige was licking over her lips, her head slowly nodding. Azzi’s tongue came out firstly, lining from the base all the way to the tip just for her mouth to open wider for it and pushing it past her lips. Paige picked this one specifically with the dual harness making the small bullet insert inside of her, as soon as she felt the pressure from Azzi’s throat, her breath caught in a soft moan. Azzi eyes flicked upwards, pulling her head back to stick out her tongue, slapping the silicone against her pink tongue just to thrust her head forward again and take it into her mouth.

The repeating stimulation of it making Paige shudder, a weakness forming in her legs because of Azzi unstopping, she was pressing back against that pressure as the tip repeatedly found her throat. “Oh fuckk—Azzi, shitt” Paige hips rutting against the pressure as well, her legs leaning her forward making both hands reach the bed and Azzi head going back to rest against the edge of it to let Paige hips move accordingly. The spit cornering at her lips, leaving a mess on her face. “Show me baby show me how nasty you can get” The words was making Azzi moan against it, she could feel her clit pulsing between her legs from the anticipation as they were both braces wide from the position.

She wanted it so bad. Paige could cum easy just off the look in her eyes as her brown hues found her blue ones but Paige was pulling back now, a long breath falling from Azzi’s lips but Paige was leaning down to kiss her spit slicked mouth. Azzi had spit dripping from her chin to her chest, making a mess of the once cleaned tee she wore but Azzi couldn’t complain. Paige was pulling her up by her arms just to find her mouth again, her mouth sucking her bottom lip in easy making Azzi moan against her lips.

Paige tongue came out as their lips broke, the string of spit connecting briefly before it broke, they both were heaving face to face before Paige spun her and gave her a push making her fall forward towards the bed. Azzi knees stood straight beneath her, her arms going forward as her back arched deep like she knew Paige wanted just enough for her stomach to kiss her grey sheets. Paige hands came up gracefully, gripping the meat of her ass just to lean down a press a soft kiss to her back. “Good girl.” Azzi looked like sin, her shirt bunched at her waist now while Paige used her fingers to pull her panties down her legs. Paige tugged at the flimsy fabric, coming down to a single knee, a singular hand spreading her ass open as she let the spit fall from her tongue to gaze her pussy.

Azzi bringing both her arms underneath her to lay on them now, her lips parting with a shaky breath. “Paige, pleasee. I waited for you baby.” Instead of taking her tongue, it was her ring and middle finger that found her entrance with ease making her slip inside to about half her finger before she pulled it back out, slowly spreading those two fingers in a trance with the way her pussy left them. “I know, such a good girl for waiting on me.” Paige spoke gently, her fingers going in again making Azzi moan loudly from the stretch, Azzi stretching her own fingers to touch her lips in hopes to contain her loud noises.

Paige moaned at her pussy taking both fingers fully, her bottom lip going between her teeth as she thrusted them in and out of her system. It was a repeating motion that had Azzi moaning each time her fingers breached deeper, her hips rocking back against the pressure Paige was building. Azzi felt like she could come exactly off those small thrust, the girls fingers thrusting slowly but rammed inside of her with a different type of pressure, her hips rocking was making them hit deeper. The hand that held her open, now being the one to slap her ass making Azzi freeze as her fingers picked up. “Stop moving.” Paige reminded her, that hand coming to her hip to keep her locked in place before pulling her fingers back.

“Paige—,” Azzi protested faded soon as her legs started to cower and lean forward at Paige feasting on her pussy. Her mouth found her clit, holding it there whilst her tongue moved back and forth against it. Her tongue being a constant massage to her core that grew wetter every time her mouth moved against it, she hummed at the sweet taste Azzi was leaving on her tongue.

Paige could feel the wetter she continued to get with dragging her tongue flat against the mess she was making, licking upwards to plunge her tongue deep inside of her, holding it straight so she felt it. A thumb coming underneath her to rub messy circles against her clit—Azzi was losing it, her strength slipping through her fingers as her eyes pushed towards the back of her head. “Shitttttt” She cried, Paige wouldn’t move her mouth for a second, it was all consuming with the way she ate her out. Her entire top half falling to rest against her bedding with her hips down still propped up, Paige’s mouth finding her pearl again to suck on it.

Azzi gasped into the sheets, she couldn’t hold it if she tried. “I’m cumming—fuuck I’m—,” She whispered but she knew she heard her from the way Paige’s mouth moved against her clit again, humming into it with another slap to her ass. It made the string snap, her first one tonight that she felt reach her toes as her body burned with pleasure. It made her skin heat, her heart pound as she came down, a soft yelp from Paige standing to her feet now and pulling her back up accordingly.

Paige tongue came out to slowly drag against her bottom lip, her feet planted into the floor as she used the tip to play with her clit. “You’ll gimmie another?” The insertion that was inside of her was a slippery mess between her legs but she had yet to cum, the pressure was making her dizzy with it though making a single knee came to the bed with her hand lining her up. “Mmhmm” Azzi breathed making Paige eyes flick up this time as she eased inside of her, her hands gripping the sheets now as her toes curled.

“Yes yes, yes baby” Azzi chanted with her hands underneath her again with being able to hold herself up now but Paige had a tight grip on her waist; watching her take every last inch she gave her, the thrust extra sharp every time she slammed into her. “Baby—baby slow down” Azzi breathed as she leaned up with a single hand holding herself steady, her other hand going back to Paige’s wrist to hold her there. Paige looked up at her blissed out face, watching her tongue go over her lips and doey eyes watching her thrust return to a slower place, dragging the length achingly slow.

“Like this?” Paige asked her, just to watch her eyes closed and body drop against the bed again. The girth of it pushing inside of her each time was making her feel each movement she made but Azzi gasped sharply at Paige pulling her hair back into a ponytail that fit in her hand making her head lift up from her bed, holding it tight in her grip as her strokes start to speed up again making her body push forward with each thrust. “Don’t stop looking at me.” Paige watched her face pout in pleasure again, her eyes fluttering now but lowed in lust as she fought to keep them open.

“Baby—babyy I’m a cum like that” Paige whispered out, she couldn’t hold it back anymore if she wanted to, that part in her stomach becoming more hallowed from the slow movements explaining her speed. Azzi eyes opened, her pussy squelching at the sound of her voice in her head, her hand easing up her wrist to grip her forearm. “Cum with me then daddy—please baby, you can do it inside of me” Paige exhaled at her words, she was snapping her hips into her now with the sound forming between the two as Paige fucked her in a position she couldn’t do nothing in but take it.

“Yeah? You gone have my babies?” Azzi head went up and down immediately being unable to form any words at her plowing inside of her, finally letting the feeling wash over her now as she felt that snap again in her abdomen. Paige rhythm was becoming messy letting Azzi knew she came as well, her stroke pattern slowing eventually and giving her one last long stroke that filled her to the hilt before she pulled out. Paige was turning her body though so that she could lay back beside her—as soon as she laid down, she was grabbing Azzi’s strengthless body to make her move on top of her.

Azzi moaned at the strap gliding across her clit as she settled down onto her lap, her pussy pressing against the length whilst her mouth opened for Paige’s lips as she kissed her. The kiss itself slow this time before it built to something messier, in a way making Azzi core throb again with need, giving her that certain stamina through the kiss that she needed. Azzi was ready again, her head tilting left to follow the correct pace that Paige was setting now with Paige’s hands easing up her sides to bunch the tee up completely. “Put it in baby please” Paige spoke against her lips as Azzi continued to lazily kiss into her open mouth, her hand coming down in between them as her hips lifted.

Their kiss had to break completely as she settled upwards; Paige pushing her tee up high enough for her chest to spring out, as soon as her tongue ran flat against her nipple, the feeling made her freeze and with shaking legs as she started to pull at it with her teeth just to soothe it with her tongue again. Azzi head tilted down to watch her as her tongue glided from one nipple towards the other, leaving a trail behind her movements, sucking the opposite one into her mouth with no hands. “Oh my God” Azzi head tilted back her hand gripping the length just as her entrance caught onto it, her hair frizzed from the heat and flowing against her shoulders as she eased down upon it.

Azzi had flinched forward this time at Paige hand slapping her ass again. “All of it baby, I don’t even wanna see it—let it go inside of you, just like that” Paige coached, her back flat against the bed as both hands went to her waist this time whilst Azzi had both her knees planted into the bed with her hips dipping low just to bring them back up with a slow drag. “S’big, so big daddy” Azzi exhaled, a single knee coming up so her foot was planted on the bed so she could bounce at a steady pace, being sure to dig her hips down deep enough so Paige could feel her own thrust.

Paige head went back in the bedding, jaw dropped as her eyes fluttered before eventually closing at her movements. Paige wasn’t even moving her, it was all Azzi with all her strength. She lived to see Paige break like this, the soft moans that turned into whines everytime she came down and meet her hips with the sticky mess already on her legs. “You could get me pregnant like this baby” Azzi spoke to her in her familiar hushed voice, she moaned at the feeling of Paige’s nails digging into her hips, she knew if she kept talking she would have her cumming on the spot. “You like that? You wanna make me a mommy?” Azzi was leaning down so that her front was pressing up against her, watching Paige’s face up close as a breathy moan came from her pink lips from the feeling between her legs.

The sounds Azzi’s pussy was making was a loud noise that bounced off the walls with their moans mixing in harmony—Paige groaning at Azzi stopping her bouncing all together to dig her hips against the blonde. Azzi eyes rolled again, her head lifting up at the feeling nudging her Gspot just right, moving at a lazy rhythm that still worked for them both whilst Paige turned her head to a angle that could leave soft kisses against her neck. “I’m s’close—you make me feel so good mommy” Paige was whispering to her, talking to her in a soft state before she stuck her tongue out to drag it against the skin of her neck, all the way up to reach her jaw, a panting mess against her ear.

Azzi head fell forward in exhaust, her forehead finding her shoulder but her bottom half was working for it as she resumed back to bouncing again at the sound of her girl in her ear. “Holy shit—holy shit, I’m,” Paige words bundled together, her nails going from holding to scratching into her skin as she came so hard, it was leaving her legs a weak trembling mess. Azzi felt her stutter beneath her—her legs burning until Paige started to squeeze her hips again, pulling her downwards to meet her thrust, she couldn’t even last another two before she came with a harsh gasps falling from her lips, her vision blinking white as she came to.

The girl had too. She fell against Paige’s chest as soon as the feeling ran through her, her body becoming more than limp as she blinked to gather herself. “Oh my God, my fucking legs.” Azzi groaned making a soft laugh come from Paige as she eventually was able to roll herself over making Azzi fall to her back, she was lifting her hips up to pull off the harness and let it fall to the floor.

“You’ll wait like that for me every night?” Paige was grabbing the throw blanket that Azzi slept with every night, fixing it to fall over them both as Azzi wrapped her entire body around the blondes. The girl even had her legs wrapped around her body securely, she wanted to be in her skin so bad whilst her head fell to her chest and Paige had her in a tight embrace in her arms. “Only if you’re good.” Azzi said, replicating her words from earlier.

Paige smiled, her lips puckering to kiss her forehead making Azzi’s eyes briefly close as she did so. “Whatever you want.”

[az-bueckers535]

teach me

pairing: paige bueckers x azzi fudd

synopsis: paige gives azzi sex lessons + experienced!p x inexperienced! a if you wanna say that. paige also gives azzi a kissing lesson too.

warnings: language and sexual content (like so much..)

wc: 12.5k

notes: hi!! I’m so sorry I didn’t edit this but I hope you guys enjoy!! Feel free to give me feedback it helps me a lot! love you guys and I hope y’all enjoy <3 also the beginning does start out a little sad but I promise it gets better. Also not proofread!

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Today was not a good day for Azzi. Maybe it was because it was Monday the worst day of the week or maybe it was the fact that Azzi was late to one of her lectures which put her in a bad mood because she hates being late to class. But the main reason why Azzi was having a horrible day was an ongoing thought that was in the back of her head that kept distracting her. The thought made her brain foggy to the point where she couldn’t even comprehend what was happening around her. Everything felt like a blur almost.

From the age of eighteen Azzi has always known that she was gay. She just never told anyone. Not even her best friend. It wasn’t out of shame or anything it was because she’s never actually been with a girl before. She’s never dated, kissed, or even had sex with a girl. So, she simply didn’t want to give people false information if she was just mistaken or confused.

But now Azzi is twenty one. And she still sadly hasn’t been with a girl. It wasn’t because she didn’t attract anyone she actually rejected tons of girls that had asked her out because they weren’t the person who she was fond of was her best friend—Paige. No matter how hard she tried to get over her little crush that wasn’t actually little nothing worked. She’s tired distancing herself which was horrible. She remembers it being the worst day of her life. Not being around Paige for twenty four hours almost made her depressed in a way. It was like a piece of her was missing.

At one point in time she tried confessing her feelings to the blonde which didn’t go well because Paige is bad at getting the hint and reading the room. After that day, she took it as a sign to just not say anything and keep her feelings to herself. But Azzi was so tired of doing that. She yearned to have a healthy relationship with someone she truly loves. Sometimes she lays awake at night praying and hoping that Paige would finally grow some balls and get her shit together. She craved the girl. Needed her in almost every shape and form.

Azzi was interrupted by the sound of her teacher dismissing the class. She blinked slowly, still trying to come back to consciousness of the world around her. When she left the room the first thing she did was head to Paige’s dorm. It was almost like a daily thing that the girls do. They meet up in Paige’s room discussing their day, maybe watch a movie and eat a shit ton of snacks then go to bed. Azzi would be lying if she said that wasn’t the highlight of her day.

When she finally made it to Paige’s room she opened the door and threw her backpack on the floor. The brunette let out a sign in relief her shoulders were sore from the weight of her backpack that she had been carrying all day. She let out a dramatic groan as her face planted onto Paige’s bed which caused the blonde to laugh, “well hello to you to Az” Paige teased with a big grin on her face.

“Today was horrible” Azzi mumbled out into Paige’s light grey sheets. The brunette scooted her body so that she could lay her head into Paige’s lap. She let out a sign in relation when Paige tangled her fingers into Azzi’s curls stretching and massaging at the girl's scalp while she scrolled on her phone with her other hand.

“Wanna talk about it?” The blonde asked, before she turned off her phone to give Azzi her full attention. She smiled dumblessly at the curly head girl. That smile alone caused Azzi’s heart to pound rapidly in her chest as the tip of her ears turned a faint red color. Azzi moved her hand to draw little figures on Paige’s bare thigh with the tip of her fingernails.

A small pout formed on Azzi’s face, “a lot has been on my mind that’s all. You won’t judge me right?” She asked, looking up at Paige in question which earned her another big smile. “Depends on what it is ma” god that fucking nickname alone made Azzi want to kiss her dumblessly until there lips fell off.

Azzi sat up completely causing Paige’s hand to leave azzi hair which honestly made her sad from the loss of contact. She was never one big on touching people but when it came from Paige it was different. It was also another thing that she craved. It was almost like one small jester wasn’t enough anymore at this point she just wanted to live inside Paige’s skin. Which honestly she would be down for.

The brunette sat with her knees tucked under her. Her hands clamped together in a ball as she looked at Paige with the most beautiful doe eyes ever. “Um, I think I’m gay” Azzi whispered so lightly that Paige could barely hear her words. Her heart fell to her stomach as she searched Paige’s face for some type of reaction to her words.

Paige was honestly caught off guard a little bit by the brunette's words. “You think?” She questioned, tilting her head to the side as she looked at Azzi with a questionable expression. Please please please be gay Paige prayed silently. All those nights of her staying up staring at a wall about how she’s in love with her best friend who doesn’t even like girls vanished. At least now she has somewhat of a chance of Azzi liking her.

Paige’s eyes tracked the way Azzi took a big swallow before she spoke. “It’s just I’ve never been with a girl before, not even a relationship that’s why I said ‘I think’ “ Azzi explained which caused Paige to let out a small “ohh” sound in understanding.

“Are you wanting to experience being with a girl? Like being intimate? Or a relationship kinda thing.”

“Both honestly,” Azzi replied without even second guessing herself. “Well, I also want to see how it feels being with a woman.” Azzi added with a slight nod. Talking about it relieved some of the tension off her shoulders. She felt heard talking to Paige about her feelings which is one reason why she was so in love with the girl.

All of the playfulness that Paige was showing a few minutes ago went away now she was calm and actively listening to the brunette talk about her feelings. “Would you like to experience it with me?” Paige asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible even though she felt like she was going to explode inside.

A soft smile stretched across Paige’s face when she could see Azzi’s eyes sparkle at the thought. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know about being with a girl and how it feels. I’ll even give you lesions” Paige said playfully wiggling her eyebrows at Azzi which earned a small smack on her arm.

The brunette moved even closer to Paige’s body that was resting against the headboard as her legs were stretched out in front of her. Azzi’s hand made its way back to Paige’s thigh, rubbing the skin in an up and down motion as she looked up at Paige with pure joy. “But I don’t want this to just be for fun. I want this to be serious. I want us to be serious and not friends with benefits kinda thing” Azzi confessed, biting the inside of her cheek hard.

Azzi’s face scrunched up a little bit as she expected Paige to yell at her and tell her to get out but it didn’t happen. “Damn and I thought I would make the first move eventually” Paige laughed, trying to hide how Azzi’s confidence flustered her.

The brunette shook her head, “I’m tired of pretending that I don’t like you. I want you Paige. So badly that it almost hurts.” She explained looking deep into Paige’s eyes with honesty.

Paige had to pinch her arm with her fingers to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Is this real? Paige questioned in her head still not being able to comprehend that this is actually happening. She’s waited years for this moment. All of the playful teasing, lingering touches and unspoken feelings. Years of unsaid words that would now come to light with the new chapter that is about to start for them.

Before Paige could even think twice she leaned in, her hand went up to Azzi's chin tilting it up before she clashed their lips together. The kiss was passionate, hungry even. Paige felt herself become lost with the feeling of Azzi’s smooth lips on hers that were a little chapped. The brunette let out a small moan against Paige's lips before she sat up on her numb legs moving to where she was straddling Paige’s hips planting herself in Paige’s lap that was now her new favorite seat.

Azzi ran her fingers through Paige’s soft blonde silky hair. She sat up straighter on Paige’s lap when she felt Paige run her tongue across her bottom lip. The brunette froze before she pulled back and laughed when she watched Paige try to chase her lips, not pleased that they had stopped. “What happened? Did I do something wrong?” Paige asked, her eyes looking deep into Azzi’s trying to see if she could find any ounce of Azzi looking uncomfortable or unsure which she didn't.

“I don’t know how to use my tongue. I’ve never made out with someone before or kissed anyone.” Azzi said softly reminding Paige or her experience that she didn’t have. Her cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment when the words left her mouth. A small wave of excitement hit Paige’s body from knowing that she is Azzi’s first kiss and about to be the girl’s first makeout session.

A small smirk appeared on Paige’s face, “You ready for your first lesson?" She asked with both her eyebrows raised as she looked at the curly headed girl which Azzi nodded her head fast out of excitement.

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| how to use tongue ( first lesson)

“Now we will start off slow with just small kisses and then we will work our way up okay?” Paige told her, rubbing her hands up and down the Azzi’s sides. Her hands made their way under Azzi’s skin tight tank top running her nails up and down Azzi’s sides causing the brunette to shiver. Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck while she nodded her head biting down on her lip hard.

The brunette inched her lips closer to Paige’s. She didn’t really think before she kissed Paige’s lips. When she heard Paige groan against her lips the taking it slow part went out the window. Out of desperation, Azzi pressed her chest against Paige’s, her up to mess with the blonde's ears down to her sharp jawline that made Azzi weak.

One of Paige’s hands wandered down to Azzi’s loose gray sweat pants that hung low on her hips. The blonde's big hand gripped the fat of Azzi’s ass causing Azzi to whimper against Paige’s lips. “You don’t wanna take it slow?” Paige asked, her lips touched Azzi’s as she spoke lightly. Her voice was a little uneven from their kiss.

“I can’t take things slow when your touch me like this” Azzi admitted, her underwear she was wearing was soaked to the point that they were ruined and drenched. The brunette was fighting back the urge to not grind against Paige’s tempting lap. She’s never felt like this before. Just when she was about to grind her hips down when she realized she couldn’t handle not feeling some type of pressure. A hand stopped her.

A small pout formed on Azzi’s bottom lip as she looked up at Paige with a sad expression. “Ma, we said we were gonna take it slow. Don’t feel like you need to rush” Paige rasped out, gripping Azzi’s ass tighter as she tried to make a point.

Azzi just grumbled under her breath as she shot Paige a look. “Sorry I kinda got lost for a second” she explained but before she could lean in to kiss Paige again the air was knocked out of her. Azzi’s back hit the bed as Paige flipped them over. The brunette's head rested on a pillow as Paige hovered over her with her arms beside Azzi’s head and her chains dangling down in front of Azzi’s face. The sight alone made Azzi even more horny if she was being honest.

The brunette moved her fingers up to play with Paige’s diamond chain but she was careful not wanting to damage or break it because she would not forgive herself if that happened. Breaking something that made Paige edible was not a good idea. Azzi stared up at Paige through her lashes, “though you were gonna teach me how to use my tongue?” She teased with a grin on her face but it was soon wiped off by the other girl.

Paige held the side of Azzi’s face with one hand, bringing the girl to an even deeper kiss than the previous ones they had before. The brunette let out a small groan out of happiness, her fingers played with the silver chain as Paige’s tongue ran over the bottom of Azzi’s lip. The brunette eagerly opened her mouth allowing Paige to map out every inch of her mouth.

Paige was gasping for air when she pulled away. The blonde's face was flushed with a light pink color on her cheeks. She bit her bottom lip as she looked at Azzi with hooded eyes. “Follow my lead okay?” She said breathlessly, which Azzi nodded, not being able to find her voice at the moment.

Paige moved her head into Azzi’s personal space, connecting their lips together letting out a loud groan that Azzi swallowed when Paige felt Azzi opening her mouth silently begging Paige to use her tongue. The whole thought alone made Paige’s head spin. The blonde shoved her tongue into Azzi’s mouth, tangling it with Azzi’s which the brunette girl just followed what Paige was doing.

The blonde moved one of her hands down to grope at one of Azzi’s breasts through her tank top. The brunette pulled away from Paige’s hungry lips with a gasp when Paige was somehow able to play with her nipple outside of her bra. “Fuck—that feels good” Azzi said through her teeth. The pinch sent shivers down her spine from how sensitive her nub was but it was like a good kinda pain feeling.

Paige smirked down at Azzi, “you did good for your first lesson" she praised which caused Azzi’s to almost melt under her and into the bed.

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The sounds of birds chirping echoed through the wind of the open park. Azzi and Paige were sitting on a purple sheet that was laid out on top of the green grass. The hot beaming sun shot down on them as Azzi sat in Paige’s lap with one of her arms wrapped around the blonde's neck holding onto her for support.

“Open f’me” Paige said, while she held a chocolate covered strawberry in her hand holding it up to Azzi’s mouth signaling the girl to eat it.

The brunette held eye contact with Paige as she wrapped her lips around the strawberry biting into it before she left out a moan from how good the chocolate strawberry tasted on her tongue. Paige’s eyes dilated from the sight as she watched Azzi’s jaw move as the other girl chewed on it before she swallowed.

“You like it?” The blonde asked with a satisfied smile on her face. She reached over to the plastic container that held the rest of the strawberries, picking another one up in her hand before she fed it to Azzi again.

Azzi hummed in agreement as she finished eating the strawberry. Her brow cocked a little when she saw a smug look on Paige’s face as the girl just stared at her lips. “What is it? Do I have something on my face?” She asked but before she could bring her hand up to wipe around her mouth Paige stopped her.

The blonde moved her thumb to the crease of Azzi’s mouth to wipe up the melted chocolate that was collected there. Paige held eye contact with Azzi while she shoved her thumb in her mouth, licking up the chocolate from her finger. Azzi’s breath stuttered from the look Paige was giving her. The low seductive blue eyes really did something to Azzi.

Azzi bit the inside of her cheek before she grabbed Paige's face to connect their lips together into a heated and passionate kiss. The blonde gripped Azzi’s hips through Azzi’s short shorts. One of her hands moved south to Azzi’s ass giving it a good squeeze which caused Azzi to gasp against Paige’s lips. The blonde didn’t hesitate to shove her tongue into Azzi’s mouth.

Paige’s hand on the brunette ass pulled the girl more forward leaving no room in between the two girls. Azzi whimpered into Paige’s mouth as she then wrapped her other hand around Paige’s neck before she grinded her hips down onto the muscle of Paige’s thigh that was on display from her black Nike boy shorts.

“Oh fuck—“ Azzi moaned at the feeling her pussy grinding up against Paige’s thigh. Her head felt a little dizzy from the way her hips were moving as well as the way Paige was trying to tug her body down closer to her thigh.

“You like that ma?”paige rasped into Azzi’s ear which caused the other girl to let out another shaky moan. Azzi nodded her head as her face tightened up a little. Her hips jerked onto Paige's thigh when she felt Paige pressing her thigh up to dig into her heat more. The shorts Paige had on started to ride up as slick covered her bare skin that came from Azzi’s underwear.

Paige’s eyes scanned the grassy area around them that was covered by big trees and all types of flowers you could think of. The area was quiet and there was no else there but them so whenever she finally felt like she didn’t have to be on guard she dug her head into Azzi’s neck leaving purple marks all over the brunette’s skin. “So wet f’me” Paige whispered, she could basically feel the way Azzi’s underwear had become more soaked by the second.

“Mommy—I feel weird” Azzi whined when she felt her stomach tighten and her hips started to jerk, quivering on Paige’s thigh. The twisting sensation that was in her stomach was new, different even and a kind of sensation that she wasn’t used to feeling.

A huge grin formed on Paige’s face from the nickname, “keep going mama, don’t stop” Paige said, encouraging Azzi to keep grinding on her thigh that was completely soaked from Azzi’s slick.

Who knew Azzi Fudd had a mommy kink, I’m definitely taking that as an advantage Paige thinks silently. “You finna cum for mommy huh?” She teased the hand that was on Azzi’s hip and helped keep moving the other girl when she tried moving away from the sensation from sensitivity.

A few tears formed in Azzi's brown eyes that were hooded. After one more deep grind on Paige’s flexed thigh the band in her stomach released causing her vision to black out for a second. Azzi dropped tiredly into Paige’s arms as she caught her break.

Her face was pink and her body was broken out in a sweat. She felt like she had just run a mile marathon.

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| how to eat coochie 101 (Lesson two)

The chilling gust of air coming from the vent from above her bed caused goosebumps to appear on Azzi’s bare naked body. A spark of shivers ran down Azzi’s spine when Paige bit at her sweet spot that was behind her ear with her teeth. The brunette could feel a trail of her slick drip down from her entrance onto her inner thigh causing her to clench around nothing as she tilted her head to the side encouraging Paige to keep leaving marks that are going to be a bitch to cover up tomorrow. But that was a problem for tomorrow and not right now.

Azzi rolled her bottom lips in between her teeth as she held in her moan that was fighting to escape her mouth when Paige bit on her skin extra hard. Out of impatientness, Azzi rolled her hips up and onto Paige’s stomach that drove her crazy. She wanted to leave several marks on her girlfriend's stomach, chest, and even her inner thighs. The brunette’s mouth watered a bit when she imagined the fucked out look Paige would be looking at her with if she did get the chance to do it.

The nasty breathless words that came out of Paige's mouth brought her back to earth, “so impatient mama” she teased before she nipped at Azzi's ear. Suddenly, Azzi thanked God for the room being half dark because if Paige saw how red and flustered she was at the moment just from her words she would not be able to live it down. This time the brunette didn’t hold back from letting out a noise.

“You're taking forever” Azzi groaned as she shoved Paige's face closer into her neck that was beautifully painted with purple and reddish marks from all the way up to the base of her neck to her jawline. The brunette's response caused Paige to let out a surprising laugh, “you like it. Stop playin” she responded, referring to the dripping mess that was being formed in between Azzi’s legs. The blonde bit her lip as she took in the full sight of Azzi’s pussy with no shame.

“Prestiest pussy ive ever seen swear” Paige grumbled out which caused Azzi’s stomach to tighten from how deep Paige's voice was. The brunette felt like prey under Paige's eyes. The dark blue eyes admired the small patch of hair that was neatly trimmed above Azzi’s clit. Her throat clenched from wanting to taste the brunette on her tongue.

She needed to badly, she might die if she didn’t get a taste. Azzi shivered a little from being so exposed to Paige. Everything was still so new to her but honestly she liked how she could feel Paige's heated gaze on her body. It made her more confident even.

Despite the fact that Azzi was still new to this kinda thing a small confidence boost washed over her which caused her to move her fingers down to spread open her folds allowing her slick to come to the light, allowing it to be on full display for Paige. The small yellow light that came from Paige’s lamp that was turned on by her desk caused a shadow on Paige’s face allowing some of it to be seen. The light also made Azzi’s slick glisten causing Paige’s eyes to widen a little from Azzi’s confidence.

Paige wet her bottom lip with her tongue as she didn’t take her eyes off of Azzi’s pussy. She couldn’t, not when it looked so edible like that. “You ready for your next lesson?” Paige asked before she finally looked up at Azzi’s hungry hooded eyes that were watching her reaction and also admiring Paige’s nipples that were hard from how freezing her room was.

Azzi looked at Paige with pure lust in her eyes, “mhm what were you thinking about teaching me?” She asked, tilting her head to the side before she spread her legs out more to give Paige an even better view. Azzi’s plumped lip was still in between her teeth as she looked up at Paige with a fake innocent look that made Paige want to kiss the ground she walked on.

A huge smirk formed on Paige’s face, “I’m gonna teach you how to eat pussy” She said looking dead into Azzi’s eyes that looked like they were going to pop out of her head. The blonde moved her head closer to Azzi’s face, her lips brushed up against Azzi’s while she spoke. “Can I eat you out while I give you the lesson?”

Well, Azzi thought she couldn't become even more soaked than she already was but the blonde’s words that were coming out of her mouth proved her wrong. “Please mommy” Azzi begged while she dragged out her words as if she was trying to get her point across. It took everything in her to not clamp her legs shut trying to relieve some of the throbbing pain that was coming from her neglected clit. That damn name is gonna be the dead of me, Paige cursed to herself when she felt her own slick drip from her folds onto her legs.

Paige laid on her stomach with her hands gripping the outsides of Azzi’s thighs to keep them spread open. Her head was hovering over Azzi’s pussy as her jaw tightened trying to hold herself back from devouring the girl above her. The brunette ran her fingers through Paige’s blonde hair before she made a ponytail with her fist allowing Paige not having her hair get in the way of her lesson. A small grin stretched on Paige’s face from the jester, “you been watching lesbian porn or what?” She asked, referring to the way Azzi had gathered up all of her hair and fisted it.

A small shock expression hit Azzi’s face at Paige’s words before it settled to a match look that Paige had on hers. “Actually reading it but go on” her response causing Paige to laugh as her nose scrunched a little. “So wild mama”

“I could show you a thing or two I've learned. The books are very..educational if you wanna call it that.”

Paige tilted her head to the side as she gave Azzi a ‘should I be worried look’, “But it's not better than me right” She argued, before she took a deep breath in. The clean but musky smell filled Paige's nose causing it to spin a little bit.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know about that..You might have to prove that you are better than the books and toys” She responded whispering that last part out before she looked away from a second at the wall. Whenever she did find the courage to look back down at Paige she saw the way Paige’s mouth dropped a little from shock as she just stared blackly at Azzi.

“That's crazy after this you can throw away those toys, you got me now” Paige said before she finally brought her attention back down to Azzi’s heat. “Now let's get started shall we?” She added, smirking up at Azzi as she moved one of her hands to spread the brunette’s wet folds apart causing a string of slick to form that stretched out as Paige moved them but broke soon after.

“So. This right here is the clitoris or clit if you wanna call it that. This is where all the pressure comes from which I'm pretty sure you already know since you mentioned that you have toys.” Paige reasoned as she spoke. The tip of her thumb touched lightly at Azzi’s clit. A small satisfied smirk formed on her face when she watched the brunette let out a high moan as she tilted her head to rest more on the pillow below her.

Paige then moved her hand off the fat of Azzi’s clit, “nope–you gotta watch me. How are you supposed to learn if you're not lookin at me?” The brunette let out a small groan before she moved her head off the pillow so she could watch Paige that was in between her legs that were starting to hurt from being stilled in the bent position for too long.

The blonde moved two of her fingers to lift up the clitoral hood allowing more of the brunette clit to be on display. “Well start out with something simple and you're going to prove that you listened to me by doing what I teach you to me. Are we clear?” Azzi’s entrance clenched around nothing as more trails of slick poured out of her entrance. She couldn’t wait to finally get a taste of Paige on her taste buds.

Azzi nodded her head in agreement as she let out a small “mhm”. The feeling of her girlfriend's hot slippery tongue sent silvers down her spine as her jaw dropped in shock. This is definitely better than her toys. “Ohh–shit” azzi moaned when Paige flattened her tongue running over her clit again before she left a slobbery open mouth kiss on the bundle of nerves then pulled away with a satisfied grin. “Does it feel good?” Paige asked with a smug look.

The brunette narrowed her eyes at Paige, "you know it feels good stop asking dumb questions and get back to..you know” Azzi said while looking back down at her needy clit that was begging for more. She needed so much more.

Paige arched her brow looking up at Azzi with a questionable look, “no I don’t know can you please inform me?”

Oh, I’m going to strangle her, Azzi thought silently. “Paige. If you don't just eat me out and teach me how to eat pussy right so I can make you feel good after this you're sleeping on the couch” she threatened that had no actual bite to it. Paige laughed as she shook her head before she brought her lips back to Azzi’s clit wrapping her lips around the nub before she tugged on it lightly which caused Azzi to fist her hands into Paige's sheets.

Paige’s eyes were locked on Azzi’s face, watching the girl fight demons on trying not to close her eyes and get lost into the new overpowering sensation that was beginning to love. “Do that again, mommy please” the brunette whined softly when the blonde blew on her clit with hot air that caused her entrances to flutter open a little as if it was inviting Paige in. Silently, Paige obeyed and her eyes were locked on the way Azzi kept quivering around nothing.

Finally, Paige couldn’t take it anymore. She moved her lips over the brunette bundle of nerves. Her mouth worked as she collected a glob of spit in her mouth before she dripped it onto Azzi’s heat. Her eyes sparkled as she watched Azzi’s pussy become decorated in her spit that mixed with the brunette's arousal. The sight alone made Paige buck her bare hips into her sheets trying to find some friction to relieve her pulsing clit.

Paige licked up the trail of spit and slick that was dripping down one of Azzi’s bare folds. She gathered up the mixture with her tongue, forming the muscle into a bowl-like shape as she collected the juice before she swallowed it greedily. “Damn you taste so good ma” Paige groaned, using her other hand that was still on Azzi’s thigh to scoot the brunette closer to her face.

Butterflies formed in Azzi’s stomach as her hooded eyes watched the blonde drink her slick like it was the last thing she was going to drink on earth. “Now, you're going to use your tongue to flick and play with the clit to stimulate it” Paige said before she ran over her bottom lip cleaning up the access juice.

“Here let me show you” she added before she slowly flicked her tongue over Azzi’s nub before she rolled the bundle of nerves with the tip of her tongue in tight motions. She could feel Azzi’s thighs start to shake with the way Paige was playing with her clit which caused the blonde to moan into her pussy as she closed her eyes.

The brunette bucked her hips closer to Paige’s tongue out of greed and needing to feel more. “Mommy–oh shit–” the brunette cried but then cut herself off at the end when she felt Paige wrap her lips around her nerves and then sucked so hard that she had to sit up a little on her elbows. She watched her stomach stutter when she tried catching her breath before she let out a surprised gasp when Paige suddenly stopped.

“What? No—why did you stop?” Azzi asked, her brows were scrunched in confusion as she felt the pressure of her release in her lower stomach dissolve. Without thinking, Azzi tried moving her pussy back to Paige lips which didn’t work. Instead it earned her a slight slap on her heat which caused her to moan.

Paige’s eyebrows raised in shock from the wet sound that came from her fingers when she slapped Azzi’s pussy. “Damn so wet f’me mama.” She rasped out with a satisfied smirk on her face. “This pussy is mine huh?” She asked before she ran her hand down the brunettes dripping folds and bad up to her clit smearing the juices onto Azzi’s nub for her to lip up in a bit.

Azzi nodded her head as she tried following the touch of Paige’s hand with her heat. She was desperate for any contact. “Oh no my love, use your words for mommy” this caused the brunette to whine from her girlfriends words. A few tears formed in her eyes from feeling like she was being edged.

“Fuck–its yours paige, swear” the brunette rasped out as she moved one of her hand to grip the pillow underneath her tight when she felt Paige devour her whole. She made sure to take notes on the way her girlfriend ate her so she could follow the same pattern for later. Even though It was going to be the first time ever eating pussy, she sure as hell was not going to be bad at it. She wanted to send Paige to space and back.

The image of Paige looking at Azzi when she was in between her legs ran through her mind. Azzi’s clit pulsed from the blonde's talented tongue and the filthy image that has been running through her mind all day. She craved to have her girlfriend's taste on her tongue. To have her crying under her. The tight sensation that was forming in her lower stomach interpreted her from being lost in her thoughts.

Paige’s eyes moved away from the fat of Azzi pussy, watching as the brunette’s hips ran after her mouth as her clit pulsed. A huge grin appeared on her face as she took a mental picture of the view in front of her. “You might wanna hold onto something” the blonde rasped out before she fixed her sweaty palm on the outside of Azzi’s tan thigh making sure that she was gripping it hard so it wouldn't slide out of her hand. Azzi obeyed and moved her hands to grip Paige’s bed sheets as she bit her lip watching as Paige shot her one last smile before she went back down on her.

“Just like that–” Azzi moaned when she felt Paige do little zigzags on her nub before she fully brought it back in between her lips to suck on it harshly. The blonde’s cheeks hollowed at how hard she was sucking. Her eyes were closed shut as she allowed herself to give in to fully satisfy Azzi.

The brunette let out a small gasp as her legs started to shake around the blonde’s head, “I’m gonna cum–fuckfuck” she whined and then let out another moan when Paige nodded her head against her clit agreeing with her words. Azzi’s eyebrows scrunched together as breathless whimpers fell out of her mouth. Her clit throbbed from overstimulation as sweat ran down her body. Azzi’s vision whitened a little when she finally allowed her release to snap causing her to let out another big gasp.

A tear ran down the brunette’s face as she tried to pull Paige away from her now over sensitive pussy. Paige let out a small laugh before she allowed herself to be pulled away, licking her lips as she did while she looked up at Azzi who was a messy and fuck out. “You taste really good” Paige teased and laughed when Azzi lazily slapped her shoulder. “How would you rate that 1-10?” Paige said with the biggest grin on her face.

Azzi rolled her eyes as she let out a small groan, “10” she answered simply before she instantly regretted her response when a smug look appeared on her girlfriends face. Paige wiggled her eyebrows at the brunette playfully as a big smile formed on her face. Just when Paige was about to open her mouth to respond Azzi caused her to shriek out of surprise when Azzi flipped them over.

Now Paige was the one laying on the bed with her head relaxed on the soft pillow that was under her. The brunette was in between Paige’s legs that were spread open from Azzi’s hands. All the cockiness that Paige had crumbled away when she watched as Azzi’s eyes admired her body like it was the most beautiful thing on earth.

“You're so beautiful my love” Azzi said as she moved her hands to run down Paige’s breast and to her stomach that tightened under the weight of Azzi’s hands. Paige shivered from the contact before she parted her legs out further out of hornyness. “So desperate for me” Azzi whispered before she leaned into Paige’s stomach to leave purple marks on the girl's abs.

The blonde’s breath hitched a little when she watched Azzi move further down leaving a mark just below her belly button and hip bone. “Now your just playin ma.” Paige groaned, her patience was thin. She felt like she might actually combust if Azzi doesn’t touch her where she wants her most.

Azzi laughed, “I just wanna mark you. Gotta make sure people know that you’re mine” she said with a big smile on her face as she leaned back to admire her work. Azzi bit her lip as an idea formed in her head causing her eyes to sparkle with mischief. “Can I take a picture of you on my phone? I swear it’s not gonna get posted anywhere, it's just gonna be for us. You just look so sexy right now. And I'm totally not going to use it to touch myself later or in the future..”

Paige laughed as she nodded her head, “but only if you let me take pictures of you later” she reasoned which azzi nodded eagerly while she leaned over Paige’s body to grab her phone that was laying on her nightstand. The brunette let out a sharp moan when she felt Paige pinch at her nipples that were in the girl's face causing her to shoot the other girl a look.

Azzi shook her head with a playful eye roll but she didn’t even bother to move Paige’s hands away. The brunette opened up her camera app taking a quick picture of Paige’s face that had a large grin on it as she squeezed Azzi’s tits again. “Literally such a child” Azzi whispered under breath which caused Paige to gasp.

“They were literally in my face. You know I can’t control myself” Paige argued with a small pout before she finally looked up at Azzi’s camera through her lashes which the brunette clicked on the silver circle instantly to take a picture. “Definitely gonna use that later..” Azzi mumbled under her breath which made Paige smirk.

“Make sure you record yourself playing with your pussy” the blonde stated, which caused Azzi’s face to burn in a dark red from her girlfriends words. Azzi moved back in between Paige’s legs with her legs under her. She took a quick photo of Paige’s toned stomach that was now covered in her bruise like marks. Azzi then lowered her phone down south looking up at Paige before she snapped the picture, “can I?”

Paige’s eyes widened a little bit as she bit the inside of her cheek. “Yeah” she rasped out, with a simple nod. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched the brunette take a picture of her soaked cunt that was a bright pink. After Azzi made sure she took a good and clear photo she threw her phone off the bed too distracted to care where it landed on the floor.

Azzi’s eyes zeroed in at the sight of Paige’s cunt that was now in front of her as she scooted her body down the bed to lower her head in between the girl's thighs. Out of curiosity, she slowly licked a small circle tracing Paige’s clit. The blonde's mouth fell open as a small gasp left her lips. The brunette pulled back out of fear, “did I do something wrong?” She asked as she raised one eyebrow a bit.

Paige groaned from the loss of the sensation. One of her hands moved to the side of Azzi’s face as she tried to pull the brunette back in between her legs, closer to where she needed the girl most. “Az—no, you were doing so good babygirl. Keep going” she insisted which caused the brunette to get a little flustered from the new nickname.

The brunette nodded her head as she moved closer to Paige’s heat, sticking her tongue out to lick up one of Paige’s folds to clean up the messy arousal that was there. She made sure to drag out her motion just to make Paige even more man which worked out perfectly because Paige let out another groan from defeat.

The taste of Paige’s slick had a tangy taste to it that was addicting in a way. The taste alone made Azzi’s head spin as she felt herself get lost in the taste and smell of Paige’s aroma. Or in other words pussy drunk. Azzi moved her tongue up to flick Paige’s clit with the tip of her tongue. Without opening her eyes and looking up she reached for one of Paige’s hands that was resting by her side and held onto Paige’s hand with a strong grip.

Azzi moved her tongue side to side and even up and down. She copied almost everything that Paige taught her but also did things that she thought would feel good. The loud moans and praises that were leaving Paige’s mouth encouraged her to keep going. She tested out which movements got more of a response out of Paige. The brunette smirked against the hard nub that was in her mouth now before she let it go with a small pop.

The brunette squeezed Paige’s hand three times to get her attention which worked successfully when she saw Paige's low blue hooded eyes meet hers. Azzi held eye contact with Paige as she wrote : A-Z-Z-I with her tongue on the bundle of nerves that she could basically feel pulsing against her wet tongue. After three times the brunette had written her name back to back for Paige to catch on to what she was spelling out.

“Oh fuck–you sure you havent eaten pussy before?” Paige asked suddenly with her eyebrow raised as she looked down at Azzi with a questionable look. The blonde’s eyes rolled to the back of her head at the feeling of Azzi shaking her head against her nub which made her see stars. “Shit–you eat me so well babygirl” Paige groaned before she rested her head back onto the pillow as she spread her legs out even further.

Azzi hummed into Paige’s pussy at the praise. She clamped her legs together from under herself. She gripped Paige's hand harder as she continued on eating her girl out. “Holy fuck Az your so hot” Paige babbled as her back arched off the bed when the brunette didn’t let off her nub. Azzi’s other hand went to hold down Paige’s left thigh, making the girl stay in place as her legs shook under Azzi’s grip.

Paige’s stomach started to tighten as she felt herself get close to her climax. She squeezed the brunette’s hand twice signalling to her that she was on the verge of cumming. A long drawed out moan fell out of Paige’s mouth as Azzi consumed all of her climax she had to offer. When the brunette pulled back her lips were glistening with slick and also a little swollen, “rate that 1-10” she said simply before she moved up to hover over Paige’s lifeless body to leave messy kisses on her neck.

“10 out of 10. Damn I must be a really good teacher” Paige responded breathlessly which caused Azzi to groan into her neck.

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| Rock Paper Scissors (lesson three)

Azzi sat at a single table in the corner of the library by a window that reflected sunlight onto her body. Her leg bounced up and down under the table as she typed her response on a discussion post for her accounting class. Her eyes were focused on her computer in front of her as she listened to one of Paige’s song recommendations that she had told her to listen to.

She hummed softly along to "passionfruit” by Drake as she moved over to write some notes in her notebook that was open beside her turned to a blank sheet of paper. A small buzz that interrupted her song caught her attention as she put her pen down on the table to pick up her phone.

A small smile formed on Azzi’s face when she saw that it was a text message from Paige. She swiped to unlock her phone and when she did her breath was caught in her throat as she read Paige’s text messages. She quickly looked around her before she turned the brightness of her phone down as she went to respond.

Paige: so..are we ✂️tonight??

Paige: you said we could if I passed my test and I did

Paige: my professor just posted my grade so👀

Azzi raised her eyebrow as she looked at Paige’s text with a questionable look. She looked around her surroundings one more time for good measure before she typed on her phone with her fingers

Azzi: proof?

The blonde’s reply was instant. Damn she really had that screen shot ready, Azzi said to herself which caused a small laugh to escape her lips.

The picture Paige had sent her was a screenshot of her grade which was an 85. Azzi licked her lips as she exited out of the photo to type.

Azzi: bet

Azzi: you gonna teach me how to scissor?

Paige: oh 100%

Paige: I’m about to send you to heaven and back ma don’t play.

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The second Azzi opened the door to Paige’s room, her breath was instantly taken away from her by her girlfriend. The brunette couldn’t even close the door properly which Paige fixed by slamming it shut with one of her hands. The blonde backed Azzi’s back up against the door, holding onto Azzi’s waist from under her shirt with her free hand as she continued to kiss Azzi.

The brunette leaned her body against Paige’s front. Azzi’s hands wrapped around Paige’s neck pulling the girl in further before she opened her mouth allowing Paige to stick her tongue in. Azzi moaned into the blonde's mouth when she felt Paige tangle their tongue together causing little beads of slobber to run down the outside of her mouth in the corner of her lip.

Paige pulled away from Azzi’s now sore lips gasping for air as she rested her forehead against Azzi’s. The blonde's eyes cracked the way Azzi’s tongue ran over her bottom lip catching all of their combined spit that had collected there into her mouth. “You ready for your third lesson?” Paige said breathlessly, with a small knowing grin on her face.

The brunette's eyes light up in eagerness at Paige’s words, “mhm—please” she said impatiently before she moved away from Paige’s bubble so she could pull the girl by the front of her shirt to the bed. Paige laughed when Azzi pushed her body down on the bed. The blonde held her arms out when her back hit the bed reaching out for Azzi who was standing up by her knees.

“Come on ma” Paige whined, making grabby hands up at Azzi who laughed. The brunette bent down, moving her knees on both sides of the bed by Paige’s legs. Azzi moved her hands to careless the sides of Paige’s face before pulling the girl in to connect their lips.

After a few seconds, Azzi pulled away with a gasp as she caught her breath. Her hands moved from the sides of Paige’s face to the bottom of her shirt. The brunette moved the fabric up and off her head before she threw the fabric somewhere on the floor. A smug look formed on Azzi’s face when she caught Paige’s dilated eyes that were watching her with excitement. “Fuck az, your so beautiful” Paige groaned before she moved her arms to Azzi’s waist, massaging the girls tan skin with the tips of her fingers.

Azzi’s teeth scraped against her bottom lip as her cheeks burned with a cinnamon red color. Her flustered expression didn’t go unnoticed by Paige. “I love how I can make you flustered with just my words” Paige rasped out causing Azzi’s face to darken even more. The brunette’s heart squeezed as she moved her arms back to the hooks of her black bra to undo the hooks.

Paige’s eyes widened a little bit as she stared at Azzi’s breasts that were now on full display. The blonde licked her lips as she moved her hands up to grab at both of Azzi’s peaks. Azzi relaxed into Paige’s cold touch. Her breath stuttered a little when she felt Paige’s icy cold finger tug on both of her nipples, rolling them with the tips of her fingers that caused Azzi to moan out.

The brunette grinded her hips down onto Paige’s stomach that was still covered which caught her attention. “Take your clothes off,” she demanded, which made Paige’s boxers soaked from how rough Azzi’s voice was.

Paige nodded her head silently, not being able to find her voice at the moment. She gave Azzi’s boobs one last squeeze, not being able to help herself before she moved them down to take her shirt and Nike sports bra off. Paige sat up a bit with her hands behind her to support her. “We gotta switch positions ma” she said before she moved herself and Azzi to where her back was resting a little on the headboard and the brunette was still on her lap holding on for dear life.

The blonde moved her hands to her shorts pulling them off her legs and dropped them off the side of the bed which Azzi followed by taking her shorts off as well. Azzi sat her bare cunt on Paige’s abs as she looked up at Paige with pure confusion not knowing what to do next. “How do I um you know..” she trailed off which caused Paige to laugh. Out of embarrassment Azzi hit her shoulder lightly, “stopp” she whined as her cheeks turned a bright red along with the tips of her ears.

“Here let me help,” Paige said, before she moved her hands down to reposition Azzi’s tan legs. The blonde spread her legs out as she moved Azzi’s right leg under hers before she moved the girl's other leg on top of her left leg. The brunette’s mouth fell open when she leaned her body back a little causing her heat and Paige’s to meet.

It felt like an electric shock that went through Azzi’s body from the way both of their cunts connected. The feeling of Paige’s slick against herself had her clit pulsing with need and desire. The brunette moved one of her hands to the fat of Paige’s breast holding onto it as she grinded her hips forward causing her eyes to close for a second at the feeling. “Shit” she groaned.

Azzi let out a gasp when two strong hands grabbed onto her hips pulling her body further into Paige’s. “Just grind like that. You feel that?” The blonde rasped out, referring to the way their clits were touching from every grind. “This shit feels so damn good keep going,” Paige said encouraging her girlfriend as she bit her lip so hard that she could taste a hint of blood in her mouth.

“Mm—Paige!” Azzi moaned, feeling herself get lost in the pressure. She grinded her hips hard causing wet noises to come from their combined pussies. A small grin appeared on Azzi’s face when she pinched one of Paige’s hardened nipples with two of her fingers.

The blonde rested her head on the back of the headboard that was behind her. Her lips parted open letting out a groan from the sensation as she bucked her hips into Azzi’s causing the other girl to whine out of surprise. “Mommy—fuckfuck” the brunette moaned when she felt a familiar sensation in her lower stomach that told her that she was close to the edge.

Paige nodded her head as her hands tightened on Azzi’s hips, focusing the girls hips that were heaving from the pressure further down to continue their grinding. “You gonna cum az?” Paige teased looking at the girl with a fucked our expression on her face.

Azzi’s brown eyes glistened with tears as her face scrunched up. Just when she was about to close her eyes, they shot open when an unfamiliar sensation flowed into her stomach causing her to panic a little. “Wait—it feels like I have to pee” she said shakingly, before she tried to stop her hips fully which didn’t work out from Paige moving them for her.

Paige shook her head. She swore her ears were ringing at this point. “You don’t trust me. Let it go ma” Azzi nodded silently at her words as she followed them. The arch in her back deepened as her release soaked her and Paige’s cunts. Azzi gasped as her body dropped, relaxing her body fully onto Paige’s sweaty one.

The blonde dug her teeth into Azzi’s shoulder as she came. The brunette whinced a little at how hard her girlfriend had but her but she didn’t have enough energy to move away from her. “Can’t believe you squirted for me that was so hot” Paige rasped into Azzi’s ear which caused shivers to run down her spine.

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| ‘You said it’s big, but you take it. Ride cowgirl’/ pyramid’s by frank ocean (lesson four)

A faint smell of acrylic paint filled the open room that was filled with windows. The hot rays of sunlight reflected on Paige and Azzi’s body that were standing by one of the sleeves that held dozens of grayish white ceramics that were sculpted into many different shapes and sizes. “Azzi seriously?” Paige laughed when she saw the small unicorn ceramic her girl was holding in her hands candling it like someone was going to snatch it from her.

The curly headed girl raised her eyebrow at the blonde, “what?” She asked, not understanding what her girlfriend was laughing at. Now she was holding the small sculpture like a newborn baby, rocking on her heels as she waited for Paige to pick out what she wanted to paint.

“Nothin. Anyways, should I paint this?” The blonde asked, picking up a glass dish in her hands as she showed Azzi.

Azzi shot Paige a questionable look, “why would you want to paint that?” She asked, as confusion filled her voice.

A small pout formed on Paige’s face at the girl's response as she let out a big sign. “I want to make something special for us. You know like put our names on it and the day. Something meaningful” she explained as a faint color of blush spread across her face at the way Azzi was looking at her.

The brunette stepped closer into Paige’s space, wrapping one of her arms around Paige’s middle as she rested her head onto her girl's chest. “awe babe” she teased which made Paige groan. “I’m just kidding, that's so sweet of you.” She reassured before she moved her head to place a kiss on the fat of Paige’s cheek.

The two girls walked over to the checkout desk to pay for their ceramics and once they were done they walked over to the wall of acrylic paints that were sampled out and hanging on the wall. On the white blank card they were supposed to use to write down the numbers of the paint colors, Azzi picked out a light purple, pink, blue, green and yellow. She stuck to more pastel colors wanting to keep her color palette more colorful.

Paige on the other hand, picked out different varieties of pinks and purples. Finally, after five painful minutes of having to pick out the colors they wanted to use they went back to the counter handing their papers to the worker and waited side by side with no space in between them as they waited for their paint pallets. “You excited?” Azzi asked, turning her head a little to look up at Paige with a love sick expression on her face. The brunette was smiling so hard that the creases of her dimples popped out causing them to be on full display for the other girl.

The blonde's eyes sparked with pure happiness and admiration as she looked back at Azzi. The look she was giving the brunette was actually sick from how head over heels she was for her which she didn’t really care about how love sick she looked. Paige playful rocked her hips to the side nudging azzi’s which caused the other girl to giggle softly as she did it back copying the girls motion.

Their moment was sadly ruined by the worker who handed them their paint trays which they both said a soft “thank you” in response before they walked away and headed to an open table that wasn’t occupied. The blonde walked in front of Azzi, pulling a chair out for her like a gentlewoman she was, which Azzi appreciated. “Thank you babe” she responded, which the blonde nodded too before she sat down beside Azzi, tangling their legs together under the table because she just had to touch the brunette all the time.

Ten minutes of silence lingered between them. It was a peaceful and relaxed silence but even though the girls weren’t talking physically their bodies were talking for them. Azzi rubbed the back of Paige’s leg with her shoe. The blonde’s restless leg that was moving up and down under the table before Azzi had touched her finally stopped as she relaxed under the girl's touch.

Azzi scooted her chair even closer to Paige’s, sitting basically on top of the girl even though she was sitting in her chair. The blonde smiled out of her girlfriends clingyness, “look ma, it looks good right” she said nodding her head in agreement as she spoke. Paige had written her and Azzi’s name in the middle of the bowl decorating It with hearts around the lettering with different shades of pink and purple that she had picked out.

The brunette moved her eyes off of her painting to look at Paige’s which made her let out an “ooh” sound in admiration. “That looks so good my love” she praised before she pecked Paige’s lips softly causing the girl to freeze up before she melted into the kiss.

The peck that was supposed to be small and quick turned into a deep and passionate kiss. They had to part ways when Azzi accidentally moaned into Paige’s mouth not being able to help herself but she had forgotten where she was for a second when Paige had licked her bottom lip with her tongue.

Azzi’s eyes widened a bit as she looked around making sure that no one had seen their heated makeout. She brought her attention back to her needy girlfriend when she felt a strong ice cold hand on her inner thigh which was too close to her pulsing cunt that was dying for attention. She side eyed the blonde, “not here” she mumbled through her teeth for only Paige to hear.

Paige grinned evilly at Azzi’s words before she looked around them just to make sure no one was watching which they weren’t. She slowly moved her hand to cup the brunette's heat through her thin shorts which caused Azzi to slam her palm over her mouth to muffle out her whimper that was threatening to leave her lips. “You make it hard for me to control myself” Paige whispered back which caused Azzi to tightly shut her legs together over the blonde's unmoved hand.

Azzi finally felt herself calm down when Paige finally moved her hand back to her inner thigh. Every now and then she would run her fingertips lightly over the middle seam on the brunettes shorts over the wet patch of slick that was forming through her shorts from her underwear. “I can feel how wet you are through your shorts ma. Want me to take care of it” Paige asked, whispering in Azzi’s ear. The sound of her voice sent shivers down Azzi’s spine.

The brunette’s throat bobbed as she swallowed a big lump in her throat trying to find the courage to speak up. “Yes please” she whispered silently, she didn’t care about how fast she gave in. At the moment she was only thinking about her throbbing cunt. Azzi looked over at Paige with pleading eyes, “been dying for you to fuck me all day. I’ve been so worked up. Swear I’m dripping for you”

Paige’s gaze darkened as she stared hard at Azzi, not breaking eye contact. She moved her hand back over Azzi’s pulsing pussy, tightening her grip on it before she spoke. “Yeah? Want me to take care of it?” She rasped out with a smug look on her face as she licked her bottom lip which Azzi tracked with her eyes missing the way the girl's tongue felt on her clit.

Azzi tried to move her body closer to Paige which didn’t really work considering how close they already were. She just nodded her head as she bit her lip. “Alright let’s go” Paige said, getting up from her seat which Azzi quickly followed after her.

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The car ride to Paige’s dorm was quite for the most part. “Oh—I love this song!” Azzi said happily when ‘pyramids’ by Frank Ocean came on. She moved forward to turn up the volume but then turned her head over her shoulder when she realized how close she and Paige were. The brunette smiled evilly as she read the look on Paige’s face.

Paige’s eyebrows were scrunched together as a fake concentrated look formed on her face while she kept her eyes on the road and not the seductive look Azzi was giving her. The blonde gripped the stirring wheel hard with her left hand. Her knuckles were white from the strong grip she had on the black leather as if it was supposed to hold her back from not jumping the brunette’s bones.

Azzi bit her lip as she moved over closer to her girlfriend away from the radio. First she rested her head on Paige’s shoulder as she let out a small groan, “how far away are we?” She asked impatiently. The blonde moved her right hand into Azzi’s lap gripping the brunette's inner thigh that was closest to her.

“I know you need so bad huh ma?” She teased with a huge smirk on her face. Paige pressed her foot further on the gas when she felt Azzi leave open mouth kisses on her neck and behind her ear. Her face turned a blood red color when the brunette moaned in her ear quietly before she had bit down on it hard causing Paige to hiss.

Paige let out a sign in relief when she saw the dorm room campus come to light. She squeezed the meat of Azzi’s thigh signaling her to look up from her neck which she did with a groan. When the two girls got out of the car they had basically ran to Paige’s empty dorm room. Paige’s head was spinning from all of the filthy things her girlfriend was whispering in her ear. one sentence fully made her stop in the hallway right by the door to her dorm. “I want you to teach me how to ride your strap” Azzi whispered seductively before she pulled away like nothing happened.

The brunette giggled at the blonde's shocked expression, she honestly thought she broke her girlfriend for a second. Her brown eyes watched as Paige struggled to open the door with her sweaty palm. “Bet come on mama. Let’s go” Paige rasped out, before she grabbed onto Azzi’s arm when she finally got the heavy white door open with her other hand.

A satisfied smile was on Azzi’s face as she allowed her body to be pulled by the other girl. She slightly jumped from the loud slam that came from Paige’s door when the blonde had slammed it and locked it when they made it into the room. “Strip” Paige insisted, her eyes were locked on Azzi who was standing across from her with a big smile on her face that was filled with mischief.

“Why don’t you do it for me?” Azzi asked, raising her brows at Paige as if she was challenging the girl to punish her. The brunette stood with her arms by her side just looking at the other girl with a fake innocent expression. Silently Paige made her way over to Azzi looking at the girl with narrow eyes as she bit the inside of her cheek.

“Dont make me repeat myself or I’ll punish you” the blonde threatened which didn’t do anything except make Azzi’s underwear more soaked than it already was from the previous teasing.

The brunette looked up at the ceiling for a second as she tapped her finger on her chin. “Hmm I don’t—“ just when Azzi could give her girlfriend a hard time, Paige had picked her up and plopped her on the bed. Now Azzi was laying on her back at the foot of the bed with her legs wrapped around Paige’s stomach.

A smug look appeared on Paige’s face when she saw excited sparkling in her girl's brown eyes. “You really wanna get punished that badly?” Paige teased, before she moved her hands to take off Azzi’s shirt and bra throwing the pieces on the ground. Her blue eyes darkened as she admired the new view in front of her.

Paige reached out to grab at Azzi’s breasts which made her bite her lip when Azzi moaned out while she tilted her head back and arched against the sheets of the bed. The blonde moved her head down to suck on the brunette's hardened nipples with her mouth. Paige swirled her wet muscle around the large bead of Azzi’s right nipple. She groaned against the brunette's skin when she felt Azzi grind her hips up into her out of desperation and need.

The blonde let out a shaky exhale when she let go on Azzi's nipple. When she moved to the brunette left one she felt her girl's fingers run through her hair which made her open her eyes to look up at Azzi who was already looking at her with a grin. “You havin fun?” She teased before she tucked a few strands of blonde hair behind Paige’s ear which made the girl smile around the nub.

A small pout formed on Azzi's face when she felt Paige release her nipple before she got off of her. “Where are you going?” She whined as her eyes followed Paige who was now walking around her room trying to find the silicon strap that was in one of her storage boxes hiding. Out of impatience, Azzi pulled her shorts off her leg along with her ruined underwear. She spread her legs apart on the bed as she waited for Paige.

When Paige finally turned around with the strap in her hand she almost dropped it out of shock. The blonde had to blink a couple times before she made her way over to Azzi who was running the tips of her fingers through her slick folds and up to her clit. The brunette's bottom lip was in between her teeth as she looked up at Paige through her lashes. That look alone made Paige’s knees wobbly.

Paige moved her hand out, slapping away Azzi hand lightly “I’ll do that ma” she insisted before she moved to take off her clothes as well and put her legs through the strap holes, tightening the leather over her hips. “Move over my love” she added which Azzi followed scooting over so Paige could rest her back against the head board along with the back of her neck.

The blonde's hands reached out for Azzi's bare body, adjusting the girl to where she was straddling her hips hovering over the strap but not touching the silicon. Paige moved her hand from under them, grabbing onto the strap to run the silicone through Azzi’s cramp folds just to get it slippery.

“Come on just teach me already” the brunette whined giving the blonde a look which was quickly washed off her face from the harsh slap that she felt against the fat of her ass cheek. Azzi bit the inside of her cheek as she wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck.

Paige looked directly into Azzi’s eyes as she spoke, “we are gonna start off slow don’t rush it” she said, before she slowly pushed in the tip of the strap. She stopped halfway giving Azzi time to adjust to it. “Oh—hmm” Azzi whimpered from the stretch and then buried her head into Paige’s neck as her face scrunched up from the new sensation. The blondes fell open a little at the small sight she could see of Azzi’s walls being stretched out.

The blonde made sure to stay extra still not wanting to hurt Azzi. Her hands gripped at the skin of Azzi’s hips holding the girl in place who was trying to move more downward in her lap to push the rest of the strap in. “No mama we are taking it slow remember I don’t wanna hurt you” Paige rasped into Azzi’s ear which caused small goosebumps to form there.

“It’s fine. I can take it” Azzi said before she forced her hips down causing a wet noise to come from her folds and the fabric of the strap when they met together. A loud moan rang in Paige’s still room from the brunette's lips. Her back arched as her walls clamped around the silicone.

The heavy strong hands that were on Azzi’s waist helped her off the strap a bit before it thrusted the strap back in. “Keep doing that okay. Just ride me ma” the blonde groaned, tightening her hands onto Azzi’s skin as if it was supposed to ground her. The brunette nodded helplessly as she gripped Paige’s shoulder for support. She moved her hips up, pulling herself off the silicone but stopped right when the tip was just inside her.

“Oh—it’s so big mommy,” Azzi cried when she grinded herself back down onto the strap. Her hips stuttered a bit as she rocked her hips fucking herself onto the strap while she still gripped Paige’s shoulder that would definitely be bruised tomorrow from how hard her hands were gripping onto the toned skin.

Paige smirked at Azzi’s words, her low hooded eyes made eye contact with Azzi’s while she swallowed a large lump in her throat trying to find her voice. “Yeah? You like my cock? Does it feel good ma?” She asked, before she let out another small groan when she felt the harness rub up against her clit.

The brunette's eyes glistened from the pressure, “yes—love it so much mommy” she moaned before she bit on her lip hard as she fastened the pace of her hips. Her cheeks turned pink when the sounds of her wet pussy filled her ears that were coming from in between her thighs. The brunette's mouth fell as she tilted her head down to watch the wet purple strap thrust into her greedy entrance.

“She loves it huh?” Paige asked with a full smug look on her face. Azzi’s walls tightened around the strap causing the blonde to hiss through her teeth. Now this time it was Azzi’s turn to smirk before she moved one of her hands into her mouth, coating her fingers with spit before she brought them down to her clit to rub tight circles on it.

Azzi’s throat fell more open as her head tilted back a little, “oh shit—mommy I’m not gonna last much longer” she whimpered, her voice was shaky and raw. The brunette's legs started to shiver on top of Paige’s as sweat coated her body when she felt herself get closer to her release.

The blonde slammed Azzi’s hips down, making the strap go deeper inside of her than before causing Azzi to just rest her head onto Paige’s chest as she just took it. Now, loud moans were falling out of Azzi’s mouth consistently because she was not able to hold them in.

Paige’s hot breath hit Azzi’s ear, “cum with me mama” she whispered breathlessly. The brunette clamped her eyes shut as she felt her release shatter, causing liquid to squirt out of her which made the silicone toy fall out of her entrance. Azzi relaxed her shaking body into Paige’s as she tried to catch her breath. Her chest rose up and down as she felt Paige’s heart beat against her ear.

“Damn that was crazy. So am I a good teacher?” Paige asked, still a little out of breath from her release. A big sappy smile was on her face as she looked down at Azzi who looked annoyed.

The brunette rolled her eyes as she pushed herself to sit straight up on Paige’s lap with her arm crossed around her chest. “Whatever” she whispered under her breath causing Paige to pout. Azzi groaned when she saw the pitiful look on the blonde's face as she just looked at her like a sad puppy. “I guess,” she added, making sure to whisper it.

“That’s wassup now dab me up” Paige said playfully as she held her hand out which Azzi slapped away from her with an upset groan. “Get that shit out of my face” she threatened which caused Paige to laugh lousy before she just wrapped her arms around the girl to cradle her.

[beelovesfudd535]

cuties

i miss them and i’ve never seen this so i felt the need 💔

[glazzi355]

Missed moments, made up nights…

w/c: 13k

content: angst, sexual content. I think that’s it?

California Airport— 1:00pm

Paige knows the call is going to be bad before she even answers it, because Azzi never calls three times in a row unless something already feels off, unless something has already started breaking before either of them has said it out loud..

The airport is loud in that annoying, nonstop way, people dragging suitcases, announcements echoing overhead, everyone moving cuz they have somewhere important to be, and Paige is just standing there stuck in place, staring at a screen that still says cancelled like it’s mocking her

Her phone keeps vibrating in her hand.

Azzi

Again

Paige exhales through her nose, runs a hand through her hair, and answers

“Hey babe”

She tries to make it sound normal, like nothing’s wrong yet, like she didn’t just spend the last hour trying to argue with a gate agent who does not care about her life falling apart in real time.

There’s silence on the other end, not long, but heavy enough that Paige can already picture Azzi’s expression, the way her jaw sets when she’s holding something back, the way her silence always means more than whatever she’s about to say

“Hey,” Azzi says back, but it doesn’t sound like a greeting, it sounds like she’s waiting.

Waiting for an explanation Paige hasn’t given yet.

Paige shifts her weight, already feeling defensive even though she hasn’t technically been accused of anything yet, which honestly makes it worse.

“I’m at the airport,” she starts, words coming quicker now because she knows she needs to get ahead of this, “my flight got cancelled, like fully cancelled, there’s a storm or something and everything’s delayed or overbooked, I’m trying to get on another one but it’s a mess right now”

She keeps talking because silence feels dangerous, because if she stops then Azzi gets to fill the space and Paige already knows that’s not going to go well.

“I’ve been here since the morning trying to fix it, I’m on standby for like two different flights and—”

“But you were at Coachella yesterday”

Azzi doesn’t raise her voice, doesn’t interrupt loudly, she just drops it in there, calm and flat and way too precise, like she’s been holding onto that sentence and waiting for the exact moment to use it.

Paige stops pacing.

Her jaw tightens immediately

“Yeah,” she says, slower now, already irritated, “and I still had a flight booked that would’ve gotten me there on time, this isn’t like me just not planning shit, I had it handled”

There’s a pause, and it stretches just enough for Paige to feel it settling in her chest, that uncomfortable pressure that means this isn’t just about the flight anymore.

“Today is the draft, Paige”

The way Azzi says it is quiet but it lands hard, like she’s not just reminding her, she’s pointing out something bigger, something obvious that Paige somehow still managed to mess up.

Paige lets out a breath, shaking her head even though Azzi can’t see it.

“I know that,” she says, frustration slipping in now because what else is she supposed to say to that, “you think I don’t know that, like seriously?”

“Then why does it feel like you don’t”?

That one hits in a way Paige doesn’t expect, because it’s not loud, it’s not dramatic, it’s just honest in the worst way possible.

For a second Paige doesn’t answer, which almost never happens btw cuz her smart mouth always has an answer, especially when she’s wrong. she knows exactly what today is, she knows what it means, she knows how much pressure Azzi’s been under and how long she’s been working toward this exact moment.

She knows she was supposed to be there,Not just there somewhere in the crowd, but there in the way that matters, the person Azzi looks for first, the person who sees her before the cameras do, the person who’s supposed to be steady when everything else feels overwhelming.

And instead she’s stuck in an airport arguing about stupid standby lists.

“I’m trying to get there,” Paige says finally, her voice lower now but still tight, still defensive because she doesn’t know how to not be, “like what do you want me to do, teleport or something?”

Azzi lets out a short laugh, and this one isn’t even pretending to be nice anymore.

“I want you to care, Paige”

That flips something instantly.

Paige straightens, her grip tightening on her phone.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that today is the biggest day of my life,” Azzi says, and now there’s something breaking through the calm, something sharper, “and my girlfriend is stuck at an airport because she decided to go to a music festival the day before”.

Paige scoffs under her breath, disbelief mixing with frustration.

“That’s not fair and you know it,” she fires back, words coming faster now, “I planned everything, I had a flight, I didn’t plan for the airline to completely screw me over, how is that my fault”.

“Isn’t it though?”

The quiet again.

That controlled, cutting quiet.

And Paige feels heat rush up her neck

“Okay so what, you want me to control the weather too,” she snaps, starting to pace again, ignoring the looks she’s getting now, “I’ve been trying all morning to fix this, you think I want to miss this, like seriously?”

Azzi doesn’t answer right away.

And that silence says more than anything else.

Because it feels like doubt.

Like she’s not sure.

Like she doesn’t fully believe Paige.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Paige continues, pushing through it, “shit happens, flights get cancelled, it’s not like I just decided not to show up. ”

“Yeah,” Azzi says slowly, “but you’re still not here”.

For a second neither of them speaks, and everything that’s been building just sits there between them, heavy and unresolved and way too big for a phone call.

When Azzi speaks again, her voice is quieter, “Today is the biggest day of my life,” she says, slower this time, like she needs Paige to really hear it, to understand it, “and my girlfriend isn’t gonna be here… wow”.

The disappointment in her voice is worse than if she’d yelled.

It sinks in, sharp and quiet.

Paige closes her eyes for a second, jaw tight.

“You don’t know that,” she says, but there’s less bite now, less certainty

“I do,” Azzi replies immediately, no hesitation, no softening, nothing to cushion it.

And that’s what pushes Paige right back over the edge.

“Okay so now we’re doing this,” she says, her voice rising again, frustration spilling over, “now you’re just gonna act like I don’t care at all”.

“I’m not acting, I’m telling you how it feels”

“Well it feels like you’re blaming me for something I can’t control”.

“And it feels like you didn’t think this through”.

Paige lets out a sharp laugh, shaking her head.

“Are you serious right now”

“Yeah, I am,” Azzi says, and now it’s all out in the open, no holding back anymore, “because I wanted you here, Paige, like actually here, not maybe, not hopefully, not depending on a standby list or whatever the hell is happening right now”

Paige’s chest tightens at that, because that part hits somewhere real, somewhere she doesn’t want to deal with in the middle of being pissed.

“I told you I’d make it,” she says, stubborn, holding her ground even if it’s cracking underneath her, “and I’m still trying to, you’re acting like I just gave up”

Azzi exhales, and this time it’s shaky

“I don’t know if you’re gonna make it”

And there it is.

The real fear underneath everything.

But it comes out wrong.

It comes out sounding like doubt.

And Paige hears it exactly like that.

“I’m trying my bad, I should’ve predicted a storm across the country, that’s on me I guess”.

On the other end, Azzi exhales.

And when she speaks again, her voice is different.

Quieter.

Not softer, just… done.

“Whatever, Paige”

That alone makes Paige’s heart race.

Because that word, that tone, it doesn’t mean the argument is over.

It means Azzi is pulling away from it,

Which is worse.

“Azzi—”

“Come or don’t,” she cuts in, not loud, not emotional, just flat in a way that feels final, “I’ll be getting drafted either way”

Paige’s grip on her phone tightens

“Azzi, that’s not—”

“If you cared, you’d be here”

And that one.

That one hits in a place Paige doesn’t even have time to process.

Because before she can respond, Before she can push back or fix it or say anything at all.

The line goes dead.

Paige pulls the phone away from her ear, staring at the screen like it might somehow undo what just happened.

Call ended

Just like that.

Her jaw tightens.

Her chest feels heavy in a way that has nothing to do with the flight anymore.

“Yeah,” she mutters under her breath, shaking her head, already grabbing her bag, already moving again because standing still clearly isn’t helping anything, “okay”

But the word doesn’t mean anything,

Not really.

Because now it’s not just about getting to the draft anymore.

Now it’s about showing up after all of that.

And somehow, that feels even harder.

THE SHED NY—7:00pm

The room shifts before anything is even said, like everyone feels it coming at the same time, conversations lowering just enough, heads turning toward the stage, anticipation building in a way that feels physical, like it’s pressing against her chest

Azzi sits a little straighter without even thinking about it, fingers pressing lightly into the fabric of her dress, grounding herself in something real while everything else starts to feel like it’s moving too fast and too slow at the same time

Her heart is loud now

Not nervous exactly, not in the way people expect, because she’s been ready for this, she’s always been ready for this, but there’s still something about the moment finally arriving that hits different, something heavier layered under the excitement

And still

Even now

Her eyes drift

Just once more

Just in case

She scans the crowd again, slower this time, more deliberate, like if she just looks carefully enough she’ll find what she’s been looking for this whole time, but it’s the same blur of faces, the same movement, the same almost-recognition that never fully lands

Nothing

Or at least nothing she can hold onto

Her jaw tightens slightly as she looks forward again, forcing herself to stop, because she can’t keep doing that to herself, not right now, not when everything she’s worked for is literally seconds away

Focus

The voice in her head is sharper now.

This is your moment.

On stage, Cathy Engelbert steps forward, the room quieting in a way that feels immediate, like someone flipped a switch and pulled everyone into the same moment at once

Azzi feels it in her chest, that shift, that collective attention locking in, and suddenly there’s no more space to think about anything else, no more space to wonder, no more space to look for someone who might not even be there

This is it

Her breathing slows, just slightly, controlled, like everything she’s trained herself to do kicks in automatically

Cathy adjusts the card in her hands, smiling out at the crowd, letting the silence stretch just enough to build it up even more

And then she speaks

“With the first pick in the 2026 WNBA Draft…”

The words echo through the room, clear and sharp and heavier than they should be, like they carry everything leading up to this moment inside them

Azzi’s heartbeat stutters, then picks up again

“…the Dallas Wings select…”

Time slows in that strange, unreal way, like everything around her fades just a little at the edges, like she’s aware of everything and nothing all at once

Her name is coming

She knows it

Everyone knows it

But hearing it is different

“…Azzi Fudd, University of Connecticut.”

And there it is

For a second it doesn’t even fully register, like her brain needs an extra beat to catch up to what just happened, to process the fact that it’s real, that it’s done, that everything she’s worked for just got spoken into existence in front of an entire room

Then everything hits at once

The sound first, applause crashing over her from every direction, loud and overwhelming and real in a way that finally snaps everything into place

Her teammates are already moving, hands on her shoulders, pulling her into quick hugs, voices overlapping, excitement spilling over in a way that makes it impossible not to feel it

She’s smiling before she even realizes it, something genuine breaking through everything else, something bright and earned and hers

Number one

Dallas

It’s real

her body moving on instinct now as she turns toward the stage, toward the cameras, toward everything waiting for her on the other side of this moment

The stage feels brighter when she steps onto it, the lights hitting her just enough to blur the crowd into something less defined, something easier to ignore, and she’s grateful for that for a second because it lets her stay present, lets her lean into what this moment is supposed to be

She hears her name again, closer this time, said with pride, with certainty, and she smiles like she’s always imagined she would, like this is exactly how it was supposed to go

She shakes hands, poses for the pictures, holding up the jersey with Dallas stretched across it, cameras flashing in quick bursts that almost make everything feel like a sequence instead of a single moment

It’s loud again, but in a different way now, more focused, more centered around her, and she leans into it just enough to let it feel real

This is hers

She earned this

When she steps off to the side, the noise shifts again, less overwhelming but still constant, and that’s when things start coming back into focus piece by piece

She spots the UConn group first, all of them crowded together, phones out, recording, smiling way too big, some of them already yelling things she can’t fully make out but knows are probably annoying in the best way

Then she’s being guided again, where the interviews are happening, where everything becomes a little more structured, a little more controlled

Holly Rowe is already there, smiling, ready, professional in that way that makes it easy for Azzi to slip right into the version of herself she knows how to be in moments like this

She answers questions, talks about the moment, about the journey, about what it means, her voice steady, her smile easy, like nothing is out of place, like there isn’t anything sitting underneath all of this waiting to be dealt with

And for a second

It works

She almost forgets

Almost

Until her face shows up on the big screen behind them

And then it shifts

Because the camera angle changes, the focus widening just enough to include more of the crowd, more of the reactions, more of everything happening around her

And without even thinking about it

Azzi looks

It’s instinct

Automatic

Like her body moves before her brain can stop it

Her eyes scan quickly at first, then slower, more intentional, searching in a way she’s been trying not to all night

And then

She sees her

Off to the side, just past the main section, standing with the UConn group like she slid in late and didn’t bother fixing anything about it

White collared shirt

Black Nike vest

Clean but completely out of place, like she walked in from a different event and just decided to stay anyway

And somehow

It’s so obviously Paige

Even from a distance

Even with everything else going on

Azzi’s breath catches just slightly

Because she’s really here

Not maybe

Not almost

Actually here

Paige is looking right at her, like she’s been waiting for Azzi to find her, like she knew it would happen eventually

And when their eyes meet

Paige smiles

Not big

Not dramatic

Just that small, easy smile that feels way too familiar

Way too normal

Like nothing happened earlier

Like there isn’t still tension sitting between them that hasn’t been touched yet

Then she lifts her hand, just a little, a quick wave, casual in a way that almost feels unfair considering everything

And Azzi doesn’t even realize she’s stopped listening to the question for half a second until she feels it, that slight pause in herself, that moment where everything else fades just enough for her to feel it fully

Relief

Sharp and immediate

Followed right behind by something else

Something heavier

Because she’s still mad

Still hurt

Still holding onto the way that call ended, the way Paige didn’t get to respond, the way things were left unfinished and unresolved

And now she’s just… here.

Smiling.

Like she made it in time and that fixes everything.

Azzi blinks, forcing herself back into the moment, back into the interview, nodding slightly like she didn’t just lose her place for a second

But it’s harder now.

Because now she knows.

Paige made it.

And that changes everything.

Even if she doesn’t want it to.

Even if she’s not ready to deal with it yet

Her eyes don’t go back again.

Not immediately.

But she can feel it.

That awareness sitting at the edge of everything

Like no matter what else happens tonight, She knows exactly where Paige is.

—

By the time she steps fully off the stage, everything starts coming at her all at once again, just in a different way now, more personal, more immediate, hands reaching for her, voices overlapping, people pulling her into hugs before she can even fully register who’s who

It’s overwhelming, but in a good way.

Mostly

Her teammates are the first to get to her, loud and excited and completely unfiltered, wrapping her up in quick, tight hugs, saying things over each other that she can’t fully process but understands anyway, pride and energy and history all packed into those few seconds.

She laughs a little, breathless, letting herself fall into it just enough to not overthink anything.

Then her parents again, slower this time, steadier, her mom holding onto her for just a second longer, her dad’s hand firm on her shoulder, grounding her in a way nothing else really has tonight.

But then

She knows

Before she even turns

There’s a shift in her chest, something tightening and pulling at the same time, like her body recognizes the presence before her mind fully catches up

And when she does turn

Paige is right there

Closer now

Not across the room, not half-hidden in a crowd

Right there in front of her, like she’s always supposed to be

And for a second everything feels weirdly still

Like all the noise around them fades just enough to make this moment stand out in a way Azzi isn’t ready for

And she looks exactly like she did from a distance, which somehow makes it worse and better at the same time

Azzi’s eyes flick over it automatically, taking it in without meaning to

She really just showed up like that

And there’s a part of her, buried under everything else, that almost wants to laugh

Almost

But it doesn’t reach the surface

Because right underneath that is everything else

The call

The words

The way it ended

And the fact that she wasn’t there earlier

That she didn’t get to be the one to see her first

Didn’t get that moment

Didn’t get to share it the way she wanted to

Paige doesn’t hesitate

She steps in like there isn’t anything unresolved between them, like this is the most natural thing in the world, and wraps her arms around Azzi without giving her time to decide how she wants to react

And Azzi lets her

Because she’s not about to make a scene

Not here

Not now

So her arms come up too, slower, a little more controlled, resting against Paige’s back in a way that looks right from the outside but doesn’t fully match the way Paige is holding her

Because Paige holds on tight

Not casual

Not quick

Tight enough that Azzi feels it

Feels the intention behind it

Feels the relief in it

Her chin brushes lightly against Azzi’s shoulder as she leans in just enough to say it, her voice low but clear

“I’m so proud of you, baby.”

The words land soft

Too soft

And that’s what makes it worse

Because Azzi wants to react to that, wants to let it mean what it usually means, wants to fall into it the way she normally would

But everything from earlier is still sitting there, untouched, unresolved, too fresh to ignore

So she doesn’t say anything

She just pulls back after a second, just enough to create space again, her hands dropping from Paige’s back as she gives her a small smile that looks right, looks normal, looks like nothing is wrong

Even though it doesn’t feel like that at all

Paige’s expression flickers for half a second, something quick and almost unnoticeable passing through her eyes, like she felt the difference too, like she expected something more and didn’t get it

But Azzi doesn’t stay in that moment long enough to deal with it

She turns slightly, already being pulled into another hug, another congratulations, another voice telling her how proud they are, and she leans into it, lets it carry her forward so she doesn’t have to stop and think about what just happened

Or what didn’t.

It keeps moving like that for a minute, a blur of faces and hands and smiles, everything blending together in a way that makes it easier to avoid the one thing she doesn’t want to sit with yet.

Until a voice cuts through it

“Can we get a picture of you two?”

Azzi pauses

Just slightly

Because she knows exactly who they mean without having to ask

There’s a small shift beside her as Paige steps back in, close again, like she never fully left in the first place

And Azzi turns toward her, smile already in place again, practiced, easy, giving the cameras exactly what they want

Paige’s hand comes to her back naturally, like it always does, steady and familiar, fingers resting just at her waist in a way that would normally ground her instantly

Azzi’s hand mirrors it almost automatically, resting against Paige’s back, the contact brief at first and then settling just enough to look right for the picture

The camera flashes

Once

Twice

And through all of it, she keeps the smile in place, keeps everything exactly how it needs to look

Even if it doesn’t feel like that at all.

The next stretch of time barely feels like it belongs to her.

Everything starts moving faster after that, or maybe she just loses track of it, because one interview turns into another and then another, each one slightly different but also exactly the same, questions about the moment, about the journey, about what it means to go number one, about Dallas, about the future, about everything she has worked for wrapped into clean, polished answers that she knows how to give without even thinking anymore.

She nods at the right times, smiles when she is supposed to, laughs lightly when something calls for it, her voice steady and controlled in a way that makes it seem effortless, like none of this is overwhelming, like she is completely grounded in every second of it.

From the outside, it probably looks perfect.

Inside, it feels like she is slightly out of sync with herself, like she is watching it happen just a fraction of a second behind, because part of her attention keeps drifting somewhere else no matter how hard she tries to stay present.

She catches glimpses of people in between questions, familiar faces passing through her line of sight, flashes of movement, flashes of reactions, but none of it really sticks long enough to matter, because she does not get the chance to stop moving, does not get the chance to settle into anything real.

And she does not get the chance to go back to Paige.

That part lingers more than she expects.

Not in a loud way, not enough to pull her completely out of what she is doing, but just enough to sit in the background of everything, like a thought she keeps pushing aside and it keeps finding its way back anyway.

She tells herself it is fine, that this is how tonight is supposed to go, that there will be time later, that this is bigger than one conversation or one moment that did not go the way she wanted it to.

She tells herself she is not going to let an argument ruin this.

Not tonight.

Not this night.

By the time the interviews finally start to slow down, it does not feel like a clean ending, it just kind of tapers off, like someone gradually turned the volume down on everything instead of cutting it completely.

Her smile lingers out of habit for a second longer than it needs to before it softens into something more natural, something a little more tired, and she exhales quietly as she steps back, rolling her shoulders slightly like she is finally allowed to feel the weight of everything that just happened.

That is when it really settles in.

She got drafted.

Number one.

Dallas.

It is real in a way that feels heavier now that there is a pause, now that she is not actively talking about it, now that she has a second to actually exist inside it instead of performing around it.

And almost immediately, her mind shifts again.

Back to Paige.

The memory of that hug comes back first, the way it felt just slightly off, the way Paige held on tighter than she did, the way the words sounded softer than she was ready for, and the way she did not respond, did not give anything back except a smile that was easier than honesty in that moment.

She presses her lips together slightly, glancing off to the side without fully turning her head, like she might catch another glimpse of her without making it obvious that she is looking.

She does not.

And that should make it easier to ignore.

It does not.

Because now that things are slowing down, now that she is not being pulled in ten different directions at once, there is more space to think about it, more space to feel the fact that she actually misses her, which is annoying considering she is still mad, still holding onto everything from earlier, still not ready to just let it go like it did not happen.

But she also knows herself well enough to recognize what is underneath that.

She does not want to end the night like this.

Not after everything.

Not after a day that is supposed to mean this much.

The thought settles in slowly but firmly, not dramatic, not sudden, just clear in a way that makes it hard to ignore.

She is not going to ruin this.

Whatever is going on between them can wait a few hours.

It can wait until they are somewhere private, somewhere real, somewhere that is not filled with cameras and people and expectations.

Tonight is supposed to be good.

And she wants it to be good with Paige.

The realization lands just as someone nearby mentions the after party, casual, like it has been obvious this whole time, like everyone already knows where they are supposed to go next and what the night is turning into.

Azzi blinks slightly, the shift catching her off guard for a second, because it feels like the night just started and somehow it is already moving into something else.

She glances around, picking up on the change in energy, people starting to move with more direction now, conversations shifting, groups forming and breaking apart as the next part of the night takes shape.

Already?

It does not feel like enough time has passed.

It does not feel like she has had a second to just be.

But there is no pause built into nights like this.

Everything keeps moving whether she is ready for it or not.

So she adjusts.

Of course she does.

Someone hands her a garment bag, and she takes it automatically, thanking them without really thinking about it, already shifting into the next version of herself that the night requires.

The change happens quickly, almost rushed, tucked away in a private space

just a transition point between one moment and the next.

She exhales as she reaches for the zipper, fingers steady even though her mind is still catching up, still processing everything that has already happened and everything that is about to.

Her draft outfit comes off carefully, set aside with more intention than the moment allows, because even in a rush she cannot bring herself to treat it like it does not matter.

But the night is not over.

Not even close.

She changes into something new, something meant for movement, for noise, for a space that will be louder and less controlled than the one she is leaving behind, and when she catches her reflection for a second, it almost feels like looking at a different version of herself.

Same night.

Different energy.

Her hand pauses for just a second as she adjusts the last detail, her expression settling into something more neutral, more composed, like she is bracing herself for whatever comes next.

And somewhere in the back of her mind, without her fully acknowledging it yet, there is one thought that lingers stronger than the rest.

She is going to find Paige.

And this time

They are not going to let this night go to waste.

—

They are not going to let this night go to waste.

That’s what she told herself not even ten minutes ago, standing in front of a mirror, fixing something that didn’t even need fixing, convincing herself that she could just push everything down for a few hours and deal with it later like a normal person.

Yeah.

That lasts about five seconds.

Because the second she steps into after party her eyes land on Paige automatically. Paige isn’t hard to find.

She never is.

She’s off to the side, leaning back like she belongs anywhere she stands without needing to prove it, still in that same white collared shirt and black Nike vest. But there’s girls. Too close. Not just standing near her, but leaning in, bodies angled toward Paige trying to pull her attention in laughing at things that probably aren’t even that funny, brushing against her arm.

One of them says something and leans in even closer, and Paige tilts her head slightly to hear her better, smiling, relaxed, completely at ease like this is normal, like she’s not doing anything wrong because technically she isn’t.

And that’s what does it.

That’s what flips something in Azzi’s chest so fast it almost catches her off guard.

Because Paige isn’t shutting it down.

She’s just there, laughing, letting it happen, responding in that easy way she always does, like everything is light and nothing matters enough to take seriously.

Like this doesn’t matter.

Like they don’t matter.

Azzi feels the shift immediately, sharp and uncomfortable, something tightening in her chest that she tries to ignore for about half a second before it pushes right back.

Her jaw sets slightly as she watches just a little longer than she should, eyes catching every small detail she wishes she didn’t notice, the way Paige leans in just enough, the way she smiles, the way she doesn’t step back.

And that’s it.

Fuck this night, fuck solving shit, to hell with letting this night go to waste, and fuck Paige Bueckers.

Because why should she be the one trying.

Why should she be the one holding it together when Paige is over there acting like nothing happened.

Like they didn’t just argue hours ago.

Like there isn’t still something sitting between them that hasn’t been dealt with.

Azzi looks away quickly, almost like she’s snapping herself out of it, like she refuses to stand there and keep watching something that’s only making it worse.

Her heart is beating a little faster now, not from the music, not from the crowd, but from that sudden rush of irritation she can’t shake.

“Fuck all that.”

She’s not doing this.

She’s not walking over there.

She’s not interrupting, not inserting herself into whatever that is, not giving Paige the satisfaction of knowing it’s getting to her.

If Paige wants to stand there and entertain that, she can.

Azzi’s not about to chase after her.

So she doesn’t.

She turns away fully this time, letting the crowd pull her in the opposite direction, slipping into conversations she doesn’t really care about but participates in anyway, smiling when she needs to, responding just enough to keep things moving.

It becomes automatic.

Talk, laugh, move on.

Repeat.

Anything to keep herself occupied.

Anything to not look back over there.

But she still knows.

She knows where Paige is without checking, knows when she moves, knows when the energy shifts around her, like some part of her refuses to fully disconnect no matter how hard she tries.

And when Paige gets closer at one point, just passing through, not even stopping yet, Azzi feels it instantly, that familiar presence that usually pulls her in without thinking.

This time she shuts it down.

She turns slightly, just enough, keeps her focus locked on the person in front of her, nodding like she’s fully invested in whatever they’re saying, like nothing else exists in that moment.

Like Paige doesn’t exist in that moment.

She keeps that up the entire night.

Every time there’s a chance for eye contact, for a conversation, for anything that might force them to actually deal with what’s going on, Azzi avoids it cleanly, slipping away just enough to make it look natural.

No scene.

No confrontation.

Nothing obvious.

She doesn’t look at her, doesn’t talk to her, doesn’t give her anything.

Because right now, being mad feels easier than walking over there.

And risking that she actually cares more than she wants to admit.

—

Paige’s Pov

Paige knows she messed up bad because Azzi won’t even look at her.

It started back at The Shed, the second Paige slipped in late, still catching her breath, still trying to make herself smaller than she actually is so she didn’t pull focus, because that was the whole point of everything she did today.

She knew what tonight was supposed to be.

She knew how big it was, how much it meant, how long Azzi had been working toward that exact moment, and the last thing Paige wanted was to walk in and accidentally make it about anything other than her.

Because she knows how people are.

She knows how fast things shift, how quickly attention turns, how fans start talking, how one picture or one clip can turn into something else entirely.

If she showed up dressed like she usually does, styled, noticeable, matching the energy of the night, it wouldn’t stay about Azzi for long.

It would turn into something else.

Something about them.

Or worse, something about Paige.

And she wasn’t about to let that happen.

So she kept it simple.

She didn’t care that it made her look like a waiter.

If anything, that was the point.

Let them laugh.

Let her teammates say whatever they want.

As long as Azzi got her moment exactly how she deserved it, Paige was good with that.

And she made it.

Barely, but she made it.

She saw it happen.

Saw her name get called, saw her walk up there

Just that.

Just her.

And then she hugged Azzi.

“I’m so proud of you, baby”, because she was, because she is, because that part was never complicated.

but she didn’t say anything back.

Just pulled away, smiled like everything was fine, and moved on.

That’s when Paige knew.

Nothing about this was fine.

Now they’re here.

And it’s starting to piss her off.

And Paige gets it.

She does.

She knows she messed up the timing, knows she wasn’t there when she was supposed to be, knows that mattered more than anything else tonight.

But she still showed up.

Paige exhales slowly, dragging a hand through her hair as she leans back slightly, trying to play it off, trying to look like she’s just here, just part of the night like everyone else.

That’s when the girls show up.

Not surprising.

It happens all the time.

They slide into the space around her like it’s natural, conversations starting easily, laughter coming quick, one of them stepping just a little closer than necessary, asking something that Paige barely registers because her attention is still somewhere else.

Normally, she wouldn’t think twice about it.

She’d respond the same way she always does, relaxed, easy, not taking any of it seriously.

And she does.

At first.

She laughs lightly, says something back, keeps it casual, nothing that actually means anything.

But then—

She sees Azzi.

Walking in.

And more importantly, she sees the exact second Azzi sees her.

It’s quick.

Barely there.

But Paige catches it.

The way Azzi’s eyes land, the way they linger just long enough to take everything in, the girls, the space between them.

And something in Paige shifts immediately.

Because if ignoring her is the game now, then fine.

She can play too.

A small smirk pulls at her lips before she even fully thinks it through, subtle enough that no one else would notice, but it’s there, sitting just under the surface as she turns her attention back to the girls in front of her.

Maybe this will work.

Maybe if Azzi sees it, really sees it, she’ll finally drop whatever this is and come over here and say something instead of pretending Paige doesn’t exist.

Because that’s what Paige actually wants.

Not this distance.

Not this silence.

Not whatever weird tension they’re sitting in right now.

She wants it to be normal again.

Wants Azzi to look at her the way she usually does, talk to her like nothing is off, like they’re still them and not whatever this is supposed to be.

So yeah.

If it takes a little jealousy to get there.

If it takes pushing just enough to get a reaction.

Paige’s fine with that.

But her eyes flick back once.

Just once.

Checking.

Waiting.

Because at the end of the day

She doesn’t actually care about any of this

She just wants Azzi to come over

And finally talk to her.

But the second Paige looked back, Azzi was gone.

Oh come on

Her eyes wandered the place trying to see where the brunette went and then sees her, talking and laughing with others.

“I’m so fucked,” she mutters under her breath.

Because yeah.

She knows exactly what this is now.

Azzi saw her.

Saw everything.

And instead of coming over, instead of saying something, instead of even giving her a look that meant anything—

She dipped.

And now she’s over there acting completely fine, like she didn’t just clock the whole situation and decide she wasn’t entertaining it.

Which means the plan backfired.

Badly.

Paige straightens slightly, running a hand over the back of her neck as she looks back up again, eyes landing on Azzi whether she wants them to or not.

Now it’s not just waiting for Azzi to come to her.

Now it’s knowing she won’t.

And that sits weird in her chest, heavier than she expected, because for a second she really thought it would work, thought Azzi would get a little jealous, get a little annoyed, come over and finally say something instead of playing this whole silent game.

But Azzi’s not doing that.

She’s doing the opposite.

She’s acting like she doesn’t care at all.

And that’s worse.

Way worse.

Paige shifts her weight slightly, barely paying attention to whatever the girl next to her is saying now, nodding at the wrong time, giving a half answer that doesn’t even make sense because her focus is completely somewhere else again.

Because now she’s stuck between two options she doesn’t like.

Either she keeps standing here, playing it off, pretending she’s unbothered and letting Azzi do whatever she’s doing over there.

Or she goes over there herself.

Which feels a little too close to losing.

Her jaw tightens slightly at that thought, not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough for her to feel it.

Because this wasn’t supposed to turn into that.

She wasn’t trying to start something.

She just wanted Azzi to talk to her.

—

Azzi’s pov

It happens fast.

Not planned, not some big dramatic lead-up, just one of those moments where the timing finally lines up whether they’re ready for it or not.

Azzi is halfway through another conversation she’s barely paying attention to, nodding along to something someone is saying, when she feels it again.

That shift.

That presence.

Closer this time.

Before she can move, before she can slip out of it like she has been all night, there’s a hand around her wrist, not rough but firm enough to stop her from walking away like nothing’s happening.

Paige.

Of course it is.

Azzi’s breath catches for half a second, more out of instinct than surprise, because she knew this was coming eventually, knew Paige wasn’t going to let the whole night pass without saying something.

She just didn’t expect it to feel like this.

Paige pulls her just slightly out of the main flow of the crowd, not completely hidden, but enough to create a pocket of space where the noise dulls just a little, where everything feels closer, more direct.

Not private.

But not fully public either.

Azzi turns toward her slowly, already knowing what she’s going to see before she even fully looks.

Paige’s expression isn’t relaxed anymore.

There’s something sharper there now, something frustrated, something that’s been building all night finally pushing to the surface.

“What the fuck is up with you?”

It comes out low, controlled, but there’s no mistaking the edge behind it, the kind that doesn’t come from nothing, the kind that’s been sitting there waiting for the right moment to land.

For a second, Azzi doesn’t answer.

Not because she doesn’t have anything to say.

She has too much to say.

That’s the problem.

Her eyes flick past Paige for just a second, and that’s when she notices it.

Cameras.

Not right on them, but close enough, angled just enough, people watching just enough for it to matter.

Of course.

Of course this is the moment it happens.

she smiles.

Like nothing is wrong.

Paige’s grip is still there, still holding onto her wrist, not tight enough to hurt but enough to keep her from just walking away again, and Azzi can feel the tension in it, the frustration, the need for an answer that she’s not about to give right here.

Not like this.

Not in front of everyone.

She shifts slightly, just enough to loosen the hold without making it obvious, her hand sliding free in a way that looks natural if anyone is paying attention.

Her smile doesn’t drop.

Doesn’t even falter.

She leans in just a little, close enough that her voice stays between them even with everything going on around them.

“We’ll talk at the hotel.”

It sounds calm.

Too calm.

Like this isn’t anything serious.

Like she’s not actively choosing to shut this down right now.

Paige doesn’t move immediately.

For half a second, she just looks at her, like she’s trying to read past the smile, past the tone, past the way Azzi is handling this so cleanly it almost feels unfair.

Azzi holds the eye contact just long enough to make it convincing, just long enough to make it seem like everything is under control, like this conversation is already handled.

Then she pulls back slightly.

Still smiling.

Still composed.

And then she walks away.

From the outside, it looked clean. But Paige and Azzi knew better.

Because now it’s not just tension sitting between them anymore.

Now it’s waiting.

For what happens when they finally get to the hotel room.

And there’s no one around to interrupt it.

Hotel room

Azzi slips her shoes off by the door, barely looking back, already moving further into the apartment like she’s trying to outrun the conversation before it even starts.

Paige stands there for half a second, watching her, jaw tight, patience already thin from everything that’s been building all night, from being ignored, from being shut down, from that fake smile.

“Are you serious right now?”

Her voice cuts through the space sharp and immediate, not loud yet but close, like she’s already halfway there.

Azzi doesn’t stop.

“I’m tired, Paige,” she says, not turning around, her tone flat like that should be enough, like that should end it. “I just want to go to sleep.”

And that—

That’s what sets Paige off.

“Yeah, no, fuck that,” Paige snaps, pushing off the door and following after her, the frustration finally spilling over. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to ignore me the entire night, pull that shit at the party, and then come home and act like you’re just gonna go to sleep like nothing happened.”

Azzi finally turns then, quick, like that hit a nerve exactly where it was supposed to, her expression tight, controlled but barely.

“I didn’t pull anything,” she shoots back, her voice sharper now, the calm from earlier gone. “You’re the one who came up to me in the middle of a crowded room and decided that was the time to start something.”

Paige lets out a short, disbelieving laugh, running a hand through her hair as she paces a step closer.

“Start something? Azzi, are you hearing yourself right now? I’ve been trying to talk to you all fucking night and you keep dodging me like I did something insane. For God fucking sake you’re acting like I cheating on you or sum, I was a bit late Jeez i still made it before your name got called I don’t get what the big deal is.

“I wanted you to see me first, before everyone else, before the cameras, before all of it. I was there for yours wasn’t I? Was I late to yours? When it was your draft I was there with you the whole fucking day!”

Paige’s expression shifts, just slightly, something real breaking through the anger for a second.

“I still made it,” she says, softer but still defensive, like she needs that to count for something.

“Yeah, you made it,” Azzi says, nodding once, but there’s no softness in it. “After everything already started. After it already mattered.”

Silence hits again, but this time it’s sharper, heavier, both of them standing there with too much left unsaid and no easy way to say it.

Paige exhales hard, shaking her head.

“You’re being overdramatic,” she says finally, and the second the words leave her mouth, she knows they hit wrong.

Azzi’s expression changes immediately.

“Overdramatic?” she repeats, slow, like she’s making sure she heard that right.

Paige runs a hand over her face, already irritated, already too deep into it to backtrack properly.

“You know what I mean,” she says, her tone still edged. “you’re acting like I completely ruined your night over something I couldn’t control.”

Azzi lets out a short laugh, but there’s nothing amused about it.

“You don’t get to decide how I feel about it,” she says, her voice low but sharp. “And you definitely don’t get to call me overdramatic because I actually cared that you were supposed to be there.”

Paige opens her mouth to respond, then stops, clearly frustrated, clearly not wanting to drop it but also not getting anywhere.

“Whatever,” she mutters finally, stepping back slightly, her hands dropping to her sides. “I’m not doing this right now.”

“Good,” Azzi shoots back immediately. “Then don’t.”

Paige lets out another breath, shaking her head again like she’s trying to physically get rid of the frustration sitting in her chest.

“I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

It comes out quick, almost like a challenge, like she wants a reaction even if she won’t admit it.

Azzi doesn’t hesitate.

“By all means.”

Flat.

Cold.

No pushback.

No stopping her.

Paige stands there for a second longer, like she’s expecting something else, like she’s waiting for Azzi to change her mind, to say something, to not let it end like that.

She doesn’t.

Azzi just turns away again, walking toward her room without another word, like the conversation is over, like there’s nothing left to say tonight.

And Paige is left standing there, frustrated, tired, still pissed, but underneath all of that—

Something else.

Something that feels a little too close to regret.

2:00 am (Paige’s pov)

Paige is stretched out on the couch, staring at the ceiling like it’s going to give her an answer if she looks at it long enough, one arm thrown over her eyes, the other hanging off the side like she just gave up halfway through getting comfortable.

She hasn’t moved in at least twenty minutes.

Hasn’t even tried to sleep again.

Because every time she closes her eyes, it just replays.

The argument.

The look on Azzi’s face.

The way her voice changed when she said she wanted Paige there first, before everything, before the cameras, before the moment stopped being just hers.

Paige exhales slowly, dragging her hand down her face, letting it rest there for a second like she’s trying to physically push the thoughts away.

“Yeah… I fucked that up.”

It’s quiet, barely above a whisper, but saying it out loud makes it settle differently.

Because she did.

Not on purpose, not in some careless way, but that doesn’t really matter now, does it.

From Azzi’s side of it, none of the effort, none of the stress, none of the last-minute everything changes the fact that she wasn’t there when she was supposed to be.

Paige shifts slightly on the couch, turning her head toward the hallway without fully meaning to, like her body already knows where her mind is going.

Toward her.

Because no matter how annoyed she was earlier, no matter how frustrated she got at being ignored, it never really sat right.

She knows Azzi.

Knows how she gets when something actually matters to her, how she doesn’t always say everything directly but you can feel it anyway, sitting right under the surface.

And tonight mattered.

A lot.

Paige swallows slightly, her jaw tightening just a bit as another thought slides in, one she’s been trying not to sit with too long.

The party.

Those girls.

She huffs out a quiet breath, shaking her head slightly against the couch cushion.

“Yeah, that didn’t help either. You’re so fucking dumb why can’t you use the same iq you have in basketball you dumbass.” she says like she’s scolding herself.

Because she knows.

Azzi didn’t say anything about it, didn’t bring it up, didn’t even look at her long enough to make it obvious.

But Paige knows.

She saw the way her eyes landed, the way she looked and then looked away, the way she shut down instead of saying something.

That wasn’t nothing.

And Paige made it worse.

Not because she cared about those girls, she doesn’t, not even a little, but because she wanted a reaction, wanted Azzi to finally come over and say something, wanted to break whatever weird distance they were stuck in.

And instead it just pushed her further away.

Paige lets her head fall back again, staring at the ceiling like it personally offended her.

“Smart,” she mutters, dry, almost annoyed at herself.

Because now Azzi’s in the other room.

Mad.

Probably still thinking about everything.

And Paige is out here on the couch, wide awake, knowing she’s the reason for most of it.

She shifts again, sitting up this time, elbows resting on her knees as she leans forward slightly, running her hands together like she’s trying to get rid of the restless energy sitting under her skin.

She should just leave it.

Let her sleep.

Talk in the morning when everything isn’t so raw.

That would be the smart thing to do.

That would be the logical thing to do.

She lasts maybe ten more seconds before that thought falls apart.

Because she knows Azzi.

And if she’s quiet in there right now, that doesn’t mean she’s fine.

It probably means the opposite.

Paige’s head tilts slightly, her focus shifting without her even realizing it, listening to the silence like she’s trying to catch something hidden inside it.

And then—

A sound.

Soft.

Barely there.

A sniffle.

Paige freezes.

For half a second, she doesn’t move, like her brain needs time to process what she just heard, like maybe she imagined it, maybe it was something else, maybe—

Another one.

Quieter.

And her chest drops instantly.

“Fuck.”

She’s already moving before the word fully leaves her mouth, pushing off the couch so fast it barely makes a sound, her feet hitting the floor as she crosses the space in a few quick steps, all the hesitation from earlier completely gone.

She reaches the door in seconds, not even bothering to knock, her hand already on the handle as she pushes it open just enough to slip inside.

The room is dim, the only light coming from somewhere faint, barely outlining the space, but it’s enough.

Enough for her to see her.

Azzi’s curled slightly on the bed, facing away from the door, shoulders drawn in like she’s trying to make herself smaller, like if she just stays still enough she won’t fall apart completely.

And even from here, Paige can tell.

She’s trying not to cry.

Trying to keep it quiet.

Trying to hold it in like no one’s supposed to see this part.

Paige’s chest tightens immediately, something sharp and heavy hitting all at once, guilt and concern and something softer underneath it that pushes everything else aside.

Because she’s not supposed to look like that.

Not tonight.

Not after everything.

For a second, Paige just stands there, taking it in, like the sight of her like this caught her off guard more than anything else tonight.

And then she steps closer.

Slower this time.

Careful.

Like she’s approaching something fragile she doesn’t want to break any further.

“Az…”

The mattress dips slightly as she climbs onto the bed, the movement gentle but noticeable, and for a second she hesitates, watching Azzi’s back rise and fall unevenly, hearing the quiet effort she’s putting into keeping herself together.

Paige reaches for her anyway.

Her hand finds Azzi’s shoulder first, warm and familiar, sliding gently as she pulls her closer, not forcing it, just guiding her until Azzi turns enough to fall into her.

And then she really pulls her in.

Both arms wrapping around her, firm and steady, one hand pressing softly against her back while the other comes up to cradle the back of her head, guiding it down until Azzi’s face is tucked against her chest.

Right where she always ends up.

Right where she belongs.

For a second, Azzi holds it together.

Just a second.

And then she breaks.

It’s quiet at first, like she’s still trying to keep it contained, but it doesn’t last, her shoulders shaking slightly as everything she’s been holding in all night finally spills out, her hands gripping at Paige’s shirt like she needs something solid to hold onto.

Paige tightens her hold immediately, instinctively, her chin resting against the top of Azzi’s head as she pulls her even closer.

“Hey, hey… I got you,” she murmurs, her voice low and soft. “You’re okay, baby, I got you.”

this is where they always end up no matter how bad it gets.

“I’m sorry,” Paige says after a second, the words coming out quieter now, more real. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Azzi shakes her head slightly against her chest, her voice breaking when she finally manages to speak.

“No, I’m sorry,” she says, pulling in a shaky breath. “I was being dramatic, I made it a bigger deal than it needed to be, I just—”

“No.”

Paige cuts her off immediately, her hand coming up to tilt Azzi’s head just enough so she can look at her, even in the dim light.

“Don’t do that,” she says, her voice firm now, not harsh but certain. “Don’t you dare blame yourself for that.”

Azzi blinks at her, still teary, still a little shaky, clearly not expecting that.

“You were right,” Paige continues, softer now but just as serious. “You were completely right. I should’ve been there, like actually there, when it started. I know how much that meant to you, and I hate that I missed it.”

She exhales slightly, her thumb brushing lightly under Azzi’s eye, catching what she can of the tears.

“And then I made it worse,” she adds, a small, almost frustrated laugh slipping out. “Standing there with those girls like that was gonna fix anything. That was stupid.”

Azzi lets out a quiet breath at that, her shoulders relaxing just slightly as she leans back into Paige again, not fully pulling away this time.

“I just wanted you there,” she admits, her voice softer now, less defensive, more honest. “Like before everything started. I had this whole thing planned in my head and it just… didn’t go like that.”

Paige nods slightly, her hand still resting against her back, steady, grounding.

“I know,” she says quietly. “And I’m sorry I messed that up for you.”

There’s a pause after that, not uncomfortable this time, just… calmer, like the tension that’s been sitting between them all night is finally starting to loosen.

And then Azzi lets out a small, almost embarrassed laugh against her chest.

“I even bought a special lingerie just for tonight.”

she mutters, like she’s debating whether she should’ve said it at all.

Paige blinks, then lets out a soft laugh, the tension breaking just a little more.

“Of course you did,” she says, shaking her head slightly, her voice lighter now.

Azzi groans quietly, hiding her face again.

“Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing,” Paige says, even though she clearly is, just a little. “I mean, I am, but not like that.”

She shifts slightly, pulling her closer again, pressing a quick, soft kiss to the top of her head.

“I’ll make it up to you,” she murmurs. “I promise.”

Azzi huffs quietly, but there’s no real attitude behind it now, just tiredness settling in where everything else used to be.

“I’m too exhausted for any of that right now,” she says, her voice already softer, slower. “My feet actually hurt so bad, those heels were a mistake.”

Paige lets out another quiet laugh at that, her hand moving down to rub lightly along Azzi’s back.

“Yeah, I could’ve told you that,” she says.

Azzi doesn’t respond.

Not right away.

Because somewhere in the middle of that sentence, somewhere between the exhaustion and the comfort and finally letting everything go, she just… stops.

Her breathing evens out, her grip loosens slightly, her body settling fully against Paige like she doesn’t have the energy to hold herself up anymore.

She falls asleep right there.

Still tucked against her.

Still holding onto her.

Paige goes still for a second when she realizes, her hand pausing slightly against her back before continuing again, slower now, more absent, like she doesn’t want to disturb her.

She looks down at her, the faint light catching just enough to make everything softer, calmer, like the version of Azzi she knows best is finally back.

And something in her chest settles with it.

“Yeah,” she murmurs quietly, more to herself than anything. “I’ll fix it.”

Her arm tightens just slightly around her, careful, protective.

And this time.

She actually lets herself sleep too.

The next morning (Azzi’s pov)

The first thing Azzi notices when she wakes up is the cold empty space beside her, and for a second she just lays there, eyes half-open, trying to place it.

Because for a moment it feels wrong.

Like she missed something.

Her hand drifts slightly across the mattress, like she expects to find Paige there anyway, like maybe she just shifted or got up for a second, but there’s nothing except the faint imprint where she used to be.

Azzi frowns slightly, still waking up, still caught somewhere between sleep and reality.

And then she smells it, eggs and coffee and Something sweet underneath it all that she can’t fully place yet but knows instantly isn’t random.

Her brows lift just slightly, confusion easing into something softer as she blinks herself fully awake, pushing herself up slowly, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Okay…” she mutters quietly, more to herself than anything.

She swings her legs over the side of the bed, standing up, still a little slow, still feeling the leftover exhaustion from last night sitting in her body.

Before she makes her way to the door her eyes land on the shopping bag and remembers the lingerie she got.

For a second she just looks at it, and then something shifts in her expression, something softer, almost amused, like a memory clicking back into place.

“Oh my God,” she breathes out quietly, a small smile pulling at her lips.

Because she remembers.

What it was for.

What she had planned.

What the night was supposed to look like before everything went sideways.

Her fingers curl slightly as she stands there for a second longer, then she lets out a quiet breath, shaking her head just a little.

And instead of walking out—

She turns back.

A few minutes later, she’s standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the robe around her, making sure it covers just enough, her hair still a little messy from sleep, her expression softer now, lighter.

She takes one last look at herself, then turns and heads out.

The smell hits stronger the second she steps into the kitchen.

And the sight of it—

She actually pauses.

The table is set.

Not perfectly, not like something out of a movie, but clearly thought out, plates, food, coffee already poured, flowers sitting in the middle, balloons everywhere and more flowers.

And Paige—

Paige is standing by the oven, pulling out a tray with a look on her face that already says she’s about to complain about something.

Azzi just stands there for a second, taking it all in, that warm feeling in her chest growing, spreading, settling in a way that makes everything from last night feel further away.

She notices the effort.

Every part of it.

And it means everything.

Paige turns slightly, setting the tray down, already shaking her head.

“Yeah, I’m never making these again,” she says immediately, not even realizing Azzi’s there yet. “Who the hell decided cottage cheese belonged in cookies, because that’s actually criminal.”

Azzi lets out a quiet laugh, the sound slipping out before she can stop it.

Paige looks up at that.

Sees her.

And something in her expression shifts instantly.

“Hey—”

She doesn’t even get the word out fully before Azzi starts walking toward her.

Slow at first.

Then not so much.

Paige’s still mid-rant, already continuing like she didn’t just get interrupted.

“I’m serious, they smell weird, they look weird, I don’t even think—”

Azzi cuts her off.

Completely.

Her hands come up, sliding around the back of Paige’s neck as she pulls her in and kisses her.

Paige freezes for half a second, clearly not expecting it, and then everything else just drops.

The rant.

The thought.

Her hands move automatically, finding Azzi’s waist, pulling her closer like there was never any distance to begin with.

The kiss deepens slightly

Paige's hands tighten on Azzi's waist, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of the robe. Azzi makes a quiet sound against her mouth, something between a sigh and a hum. Her fingers slide up into Paige's hair, tangling gently at the nape of her neck, tugging just enough to tilt Paige's head slightly, changing the angle, deepening the kiss even more. her tongue brushing against Paige's lower lip in a way that's deliberate, teasing, like she's reminding Paige exactly who she's kissing.

Paige exhales sharply through her nose, her grip shifting, one hand sliding up Azzi's back, the other dropping lower, fingers grazing the curve of her hip through the robe. She can feel Azzi's heartbeat, or maybe that's her own, they're so close it's hard to tell anymore.

"You're distracting me," Paige murmurs against her lips, but there's no complaint in it, just breathless recognition.

Azzi pulls back just enough to look at her, close enough that their foreheads are almost touching, her eyes darker now, warmer, still a little puffy from crying last night but somehow more beautiful because of it.

"Good," she says softly, her voice low, almost a whisper. "You deserve to be distracted."

And then she kisses her again.

Harder this time.

More certain.

Her teeth graze Paige's lower lip, just barely, just enough to make Paige's stomach tighten, and then she soothes it with her tongue, slow, deliberate, like she has all the time in the world now. Paige makes a sound she didn't mean to make, something low in her throat, and Azzi smiles against her mouth at that, small and satisfied, like she's keeping score.

When they finally pull back, it’s not far.

Not enough to break it completely.

Azzi’s hands are still wrapped around her neck.

Paige’s hands are still firm at her waist.

Close enough that their breaths still mix.

Paige exhales softly, a small smile pulling at her lips as she looks at her.

“So…” she murmurs, voice quieter now but still carrying that teasing edge. “How does it feel being a Dallas Wing and being with an amazing girlfriend and teammate like me?”

Azzi’s lips twitch, her expression shifting just enough to match the tone.

“Oh, I’m dreading it already,” she says, completely straight-faced.

Paige recoils slightly, hand coming up to her chest in fake offense.

“Ouch, bro. That’s crazy.”

Azzi laughs softly at that, but instead of pulling away, she just pulls her back in again.

Another kiss.

Shorter this time.

But just as intentional.

Paige kisses her back immediately, but there’s a flicker of confusion when Azzi doesn’t stop there.

Because she starts moving.

Guiding them backward.

Still kissing her.

Still holding onto her.

Paige stumbles slightly with it, trying to keep up, a quiet laugh slipping through the kiss.

“Wait—” she mumbles against her lips. “Babe, let’s at least—”

Azzi doesn’t let her finish.

She kisses her again.

And keeps moving.

Back into the room.

The door closes behind them with a soft click, and Paige barely registers it before she’s being pushed gently onto the bed, the movement smooth but confident enough to make her blink in surprise.

Azzi stands over her for half a second.

Then reaches up.

Lets the robe fall.

And Paige forgets what she was about to say entirely.

"Is this—"

"Yeah," Azzi says, her cheeks flushing slightly, but she doesn't look away, doesn't hide. "The lingerie."

Paige swallows.

"You're wearing it right now."

It's not a question, but Azzi nods anyway, her teeth catching her lower lip briefly.

"For you," she adds quietly. "I mean... I bought it for last night. For after. But..."

"You're trying to kill me," Paige says, her voice rougher now, her eyes not leaving Azzi’s perfect body.

"You started it," she says. "With the flowers. And the balloons. And the cottage cheese cookies."

Paige groans, dropping her head back against the mattress.

"Don't bring up the cookies right now."

"Why? You don't want to think about cottage cheese while you're—"

Paige doesn't give Azzi a second more to respond hands gripping Azzi's waist firmly, pulling her flush against her chest. Azzi's breath hitches, eyes widening, but she doesn't pull away—her hands hover uncertainly before settling on Paige's arms. 'P, wait—' Azzi starts, voice soft, but Paige cuts her off again.

“ Nah, no waiting. I promised I'd make it up to you”

Her fingers dig into Azzi's hips, steering her back toward the bed with unyielding pressure. Azzi stumbles slightly, a mix of surprise and heat flushing her cheeks, but she lets Paige lead, submissive under the weight of that promise.

Paige pushes her down onto the mattress, not rough but insistent, climbing over her to straddle her thighs. Azzi's legs part instinctively, giving Paige space, her body arching up just a fraction. Paige's hands pin Azzi's shoulders, holding her in place as she leans down, capturing her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss—tongue thrusting in, claiming every inch. Azzi moans into it, soft and yielding, her fingers clutching at Paige's shirt.

“Hands above your head,”Paige orders, breaking the kiss with a nip to Azzi's lower lip. Azzi hesitates, biting her lip, but obeys, stretching her arms up, wrists crossing like an offering. Paige smirks, satisfied, grabbing the robe's belt from the floor and looping it around Azzi's wrists, tying them loosely to the headboard—not tight enough to hurt, but secure enough to remind her who's in control. “Good girl. Stay just like that. Let me show you how sorry I am.”

Azzi squirms, a whine escaping. “P.. stop teasing, I need you.”

Paige chuckles, low and teasing, her hands roaming down to take the lingerie fully, trailing nails over her bare skin, scraping lightly over her collarbone, down to her tits. She cups one, thumb flicking the hard nipple, then pinches it sharp enough to make Azzi gasp and arch.

“Lemme get you right baby,” Paige says as she lowers her head, mouth latching onto the other nipple. She sucks hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing the sensitive place.

Paige presses her thigh down between Azzi's legs, grinding just enough to tease without relief.

“Oh god, P—yes” Her hips twitch up, seeking contact but Paige pushes it back down. “Not yet. Beg for it if you want more.” Paige pulls back, watching Azzi's face flush deeper, her bound hands tugging futilely at the tie.

Azzi bites her lip, eyes pleading.

“please Paige... touch me. I need you”

The words come out small, and Paige's core tightens at the sound. She slides lower, hands hooking under Azzi's knees to spread her wide, exposing her fully—pussy glistening, clit swollen and begging.

Paige's fingers trace her inner thighs first, slow and deliberate, building the ache.

“Look at you, so wet already. All for me?' Azzi nods frantically, hips lifting. “Yes,I've been wanting this since yesterday.”

Paige rewards her with a single finger along her slit, parting the folds, circling her clit lightly before dipping just the tip inside. Azzi whimpers, thighs trembling. “More—please, deeper.”

Paige obliges but on her terms—thrusting two fingers in slow, curling them against Azzi's walls, finding that spot that makes her cry out. Her thumb presses her clit, rubbing firm circles, the wet squelch of Azzi's arousal filling the room.

“Take it, babe. This is me making it right.” Paige pumps faster, free hand pinning Azzi's hip down to stop her from chasing too hard. her face contorted in pleasure—mouth open, breaths ragged.

“Paige—fuck, I'm close. Don't stop.”Azzi's voice breaks pleas turning desperate. Paige leans in, lips at her neck, sucking a mark high enough to show. “Cum for me then. Show me you forgive me.”

She adds a third finger, stretching her, thrusting deep and rough, thumb flicking her clit hard. Azzi shatters, pussy clenching tight around Paige's fingers, juices coating her hand as she rides the waves, back arching off the bed. “Yes—P! Oh shit, yes!”Her cries echo, body shaking, bound wrists straining.

Paige doesn't stop immediately, drawing it out with slower strokes until Azzi slumps, panting. She pulls her fingers free, slick and shiny, and brings them to Azzi's mouth. “Taste how good you are.”Azzi parts her lips obediently,eyes locked on Paige's with that hazy look. Paige watches, arousal throbbing between her own legs, then unties the belt, rubbing Azzi's wrists gently. “Flip over. Ass up.”

Azzi nods, still catching her breath, rolling onto her stomach with a soft whimper. She pushes up onto her knees, arching her backHer face presses into the pillow, arms stretched out in front, fully surrendered.

Paige stands from the bed, her own sweatpants hanging low on her hips, pussy aching and damp against her boxers. She glances at Azzi's trembling form, smirking at how eagerly she's obeying.

“Stay right there, don't move,” Paige commands, voice firm as she steps over to her duffel bag by the nightstand. She unzips it quick, digging past clothes and toiletries until her fingers close around the strap.

Paige pulls it out, strips off her sweats and boxers in one go, kicking them aside and steps into the harness, buckling it tight around her hips and thighs, the base of the dildo pressing snug against her clit with every adjustment.

She tugs the straps secure, the weight of the cock settling heavy between her legs, ready to thrust. Glancing back, she sees Azzi peeking over her shoulder, eyes widening at the sight, a fresh flush creeping up her neck. “You brought that? For me?” Azzi asks, voice small and needy, ass moving back n forth slightly in anticipation.

“Knew I'd need to fuck you proper to make up for last night,” Paige replies, climbing back onto the bed. She kneels behind Azzi, hands gripping her hips to pull her back, aligning the tip of the strap-on with Azzi's dripping entrance. The silicone head nudges her folds, slicking up immediately from Azzi's arousal. Paige teases it there, sliding up and down her slit, bumping her clit on each pass. Azzi moans, pushing back desperate. “Please, P—put it in. I want it so bad.”

Paige slaps her ass cheek hard, leaving a red handprint that makes Azzi yelp and clench. “Beg nicer. Tell me how much you need my cock.” Azzi bites the pillow, then lifts her head.

“Fuck me with it, Paige. Stretch my pussy—make me cum on your dick. I'm yours.” The words hit Paige like fire, her own clit pulsing against the base as she grips Azzi's waist tighter.

With one smooth thrust, Paige sinks halfway in, Azzi's walls gripping tight around the intrusion. Azzi cries out, fingers clawing the sheets. “Oh shit— p it’s big!” Paige pauses, letting her adjust, then rocks her hips forward, burying the rest inch by inch until her pelvis slaps against Azzi's ass, fully sheathed. The pressure on Paige's clit makes her groan low, already chasing her own build.

Paige starts slow, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, the wet sounds of Azzi's pussy taking the cock filling the room. Azzi's tits sway with each thrust, nipples dragging against the mattress. “Harder—yes, like that,” Azzi gasps greedy, rocking back to meet her. Paige obliges, pace picking up, hips snapping forward with force, the harness rubbing her clit relentlessly. She reaches around, fingers finding Azzi's swollen clit, rubbing fast circles to match the rhythm.

“Your pussy's sucking me in so good. Taking it all for me,” Paige pants as she pounds deeper, the curve of the dildo hitting Azzi's g-spot on every stroke. Azzi's moans turn to screams, body jolting forward with the impacts. “P—I'm gonna cum again! Don't stop”

Paige spanks her other cheek, alternating the slaps to keep the sting fresh, skin blooming pink under her palm.

Paige leans over her back, chest pressing against Azzi's spine, one hand tangling in her hair to yank her head up. “Cum on my cock then. Squeeze it tight.” She thrusts erratic now, chasing her own edge, fingers pinching Azzi's clit. Azzi let’s go agai, pussy clamping down hard on the silicone, juices squirting out around the base as she wails, thighs shaking uncontrollably. The clench pushes Paige over too—her clit grinding against the harness sends sparks through her, orgasm ripping free with a guttural moan, hips stuttering as she rides it out buried deep.

They collapse together, Paige easing the strap out slow, both panting heavy. She unbuckles the harness quick, tossing it aside to wrap arms around Azzi from behind, kissing her shoulder. “You good? That make up for it?”Azzi turns her head, lips finding Paige's in a lazy kiss.

Azzi lets out a quiet laugh at that, the sound lazy, warm, her head tilting back just enough to meet Paige halfway.

“Maybe,” she says, teasing, even though there’s no real edge left in it.

She turns slightly in Paige’s arms, just enough to face her, her lips finding Paige’s in a slower kiss this time, not rushed, not trying to prove anything, just… there.

Paige hums softly against her, her hand sliding up Azzi’s arm, fingers tracing absent patterns like she’s grounding herself in the moment.

“I’m serious though,” Paige adds after a second, her forehead resting lightly against Azzi’s.

“I really am sorry,” she says, softer this time.

Azzi doesn’t pull away.

She just reaches for her hand, lacing their fingers together.

“I know.”

And she does.

Paige presses another soft kiss to her shoulder, lingering just a little longer, like she’s still making up for it in small ways.

They stay like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other, everything finally feeling… right again.

And then—

Paige groans quietly, letting her head drop back against the pillow.

“Damn,” she mutters. “The breakfast is probably cold now. All that hard work, gone.”

Azzi lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she shifts slightly to look at her.

“You’re actually upset about the cottage cheese cookies?”

“I’m upset about everything,” Paige says dramatically, turning her head to look at her. “I cooked, I decorated, I emotionally matured, and this is the thanks I get.”

“Do I hear complaining beuckers?”

“Nah I’d do it again.”

Azzi rolls her eyes at that but she’s still smiling, still close, still not moving away.

“Come on,” she murmurs. “We can reheat it.”

Paige raises an eyebrow.

“You’re really about to make me eat those cookies.”

“Yes.”

“That’s messed up.”

Azzi just kisses her again, quick and easy this time, like the conversation doesn’t even matter.

And Paige doesn’t complain after that.

Not really.

Because she’s smiling too.

And everything feels okay again.

“Officially a wing.” Paige says.

“Offcally a wing.” Azz repeats.

The end