get my heart attached to you ( trinity centered, multi ) - Lily
summary: trinity and monique are close teammates who play for the same football team abroad, while training for their next game they can't help but think about other things. [ title from “when I think of you” by janet jackson, for the prompt “heat” ]
author's note: me being a sports gay will never fucking die huh. wallah, had to write a lil something because I have enjoyed reading the various fics that have been churned out! I am also intensely spreading trinity/sports gay propaganda always !! I liked their volleys and personalities together on all stars, hope it's decent <3 trintox, momo and vanique are the ships in this: I barely write monique or vanessa but damn I love monique. worth the shot!
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The heatwave in Barcelona was utterly immeasurable.
Monique wanted to gag.
She knew that being a professional athlete especially for a sport so cardio driven as football meant she'd have to dull out the extreme heat in order to play at most locations however, this seemed inhumane.
Football was always going to be riddled with money, complications and referees. It was simply the name of the game and had been since they both began to train at their individual academies at a young age.
Years and years of playing the sport and her absolute least favourite location to play in was Spain.
She'd been contracted to Tottenham for almost five seasons now; she preferred the grey and rainy skies of England to the absolute pit of hell that was the Iberian peninsula.
"You're not even phased by all this?" She asked Trinity who shrugged, her blue and white cleats dribbling her almost deflated football between the points of her feet.
"It's for the Champions League, I don't care if I pass out, I wanna win those points against Barcelona tomorrow."
"Girl you stay determined, I admire that."
The Floridan also felt right as if she was at home. The only difference being the humidity and mugginess.
Orlando is just as awful, it feels like my childhood all over again.
The brunette tied her hair back into a bun as she tossed her fellow teammate a new, cold water bottle.
"Drink before you pass out, you're sweating like a sinner in church."
Monique rolled her eyes though she immediately grabbed the water, barreling down as if they had been stuck in the Sahara.
She laid on the turf, Trinity grabbing her legs as she began to stretch her out.
"God you're tense," she mumbled before she continued on, "You need to stretch more especially since you're a striker and we need them powerful legs of yours."
"Thank you captain!"
Trinity flinched, it felt a bit odd to be singled out as a captain for the team. Monique found it quite odd; she was one of the most humble and determined players in the entire sport.
She had proven time and time again her loyalty, she'd never understand how Trinity didn't think she deserved her current position.
"Be all shy and cute for the cameras but you know deep down that you deserve to be running this team and wearing that armband," she inquired as she heard Trinity mumble something under her breath.
"Girl I don't know, I'm just trying to win, I don't need any extra pressure from any kind of media or fans," the brunette insisted as she juggled the ball, kicking her knees up.
Monique cocked a brow as she realized it would probably be better to say nothing. She quickly joined Trinity and practiced her own dribbling skills with the various balls that laid across the training field.
The forward player prayed that nothing about her behaviour was too off to Monique.
Nothing about playing a game made her nervous, in fact it calmed her down a bit, it was a distraction from her current thoughts.
There was however, an extremely different kind of heat that came to mind when Trinity heard their next bracket matchup for the Champions League was going to be against Barcelona.
Her face must've cracked the moment she heard Barcelona would be one of their three group rivals for the tournament.
She remembered distinctly how their team watched the group drawing happen from their training building in London and aimlessly waved their hands around knowing the draw was in their favour besides FC Barcelona being pulled.
Well shit.
Trinity sighed heavily, loud enough for some of her teammates to question why she felt so downtrodden against playing Barcelona.
She knew that was an entirely different story she couldn't speak on or delve into it; it felt too wrong and far too misplaced.
Monique snapped her back to reality as she asked if Trinity wanted to take a few laps with her around the field.
"Might as well make use of the time we have," the Missouri native hummed, "I know coach is probably gonna make us work with the goalie soon let's be real."
The brunette agreed, a fake and plastered smirk across her face as they headed towards the track.
A distraction was what she needed surely especially the day before the big, first match up of their group stages.
"Anyone in particular you wanna destroy tomorrow, purely for fun?" Monique asked, gently nudging her fellow teammate as Trinity felt her entire head explode at the question.
"Nicky and Detox are both forwards so guess I have to pick between them," Trinity commented as Monique laughed aloud, the two of them both picking up speed.
She felt herself remember everything from almost a month ago—she remembered back in London when they had invited Barcelona for a simple friendly game, nothing too special.
Yet somehow, things managed to gravitate towards the worst.
***
Trinity couldn't remember exactly why and how she had managed to slip in Detox to her hotel room after the game ended but she almost didn't want to know.
The incessant staring after forty five minutes had ceased; the occasional sharp tongued and witty comebacks to each other's insults, the not-so-accidental touching that occurred.
Well—as accidental as it could be still being utterly weary of the dreaded yellow and red cards.
She wasn't sure how it started but she was determined to keep it going. It made her heart feel some kind of way, whether extremely turned on or anxious she couldn't tell you the difference.
The heat was real, it had been for awhile though neither of them knew how to feel about the situation.
Two cups of wine and they both managed to build up liquid courage enough to make a move or some kind of statement.
They kissed passionately, the blonde immediately grabbed the other woman and pulled her towards her lap. Both of them far too lazy to move off the couch.
They made out with nothing but drive, as if they somehow had been begging for each other's company and touch this entire time.
Their lips met, Detox smirked, nothing but a snarky comment about how she could taste the sports drink flavouring that stained Trinity's lip.
"God shut up, we've only been kissing a few minutes and you're already infuriating."
"You're acting like I meant it as a bad thing baby," the blonde commented softly as she cupped both of her hands around her opponent's cheeks.
The moment their skin touched so softly was when Trinity panicked. She didn't know if she could handle a true, genuine connection to her own competition.
"You're my rival you know," Trinity slipped out as Detox blinked, almost impressed that the brunette managed to state the obvious so innocently.
"I know," the Barcelona forward laughed, her lips outlined the other woman's jaw. Her hands gently slid across her waist, a tight grip on her hips as she spoke once again.
"It makes this twice more fun, it's a thrilling experience for the both of us."
How idiotic.
Two competitors and athletes on different ends of the spectrum once again seemed to follow that delusional, charming fantasy.
They both knew the utter amount of backlash that would appear if anyone ever even saw them together in any kind of romantic light.
All of this and yet Trinity let the kissing ensue for longer and longer.
Every passing minute grew into a bigger ball of heat. The two took turns stripping their dirty, sweaty jerseys and uniforms off each other piece by piece. It was one of the most gratifying moments of Trinity's entire life.
If Trinity had known that all she wanted was some blonde to come and destroy her frivolously she would've asked much earlier in their careers.
"Do you actually want this or am I just the lucky one for tonight?"
Trinity dug her nails into Detox's shoulder, angered that she had suggested this entire thing being just a spur, no irony there, of the moment joke.
"I want you, I certainly won't if you keep talking however."
Detox grinned as she licked her lips, eyeing the brunette up and down, she noticed Trinity's cheeks begin to flush.
"That we can accomplish," the blonde whispered as her fingertips traced the football player's bare chest.
"Then get to it."
"Bossy. You're just as controlling here as you are on the field."
Trinity began to grow tired of the small talk, their lips drew together shamelessly; nothing short of fireworks seemed to blow out of the pits of the brunette's stomach.
It felt so wrong and yet, it still seemed like the most right decision she had ever made.
***
Trinity had never been so thankful for such unforgiving heat. She could excuse all the sweat and unforgiving memories as simply effects from the typical Barcelona climate.
"Can I ask you about something?"
Monique's question seemed light-hearted enough though the forward nodded nervously, praying to every religion that her fellow teammate hadn't managed to put together the puzzle pieces.
"Go ahead," she replied nonchalantly, shrugging even if her heart seemed to pace at an irregular beat, her nerves completely heightened.
"Girl, I don't know if it's the heat or what but I'm feeling some type of way about Miss Vanessa."
Oh thank God.
"Mateo? The transfer?"
Vanessa had been their winter loan of the season, she was quite a good defender for someone of her size. She had the most irreplaceable energy and attitude.
"Yeah," Monique said, stretching out the word as long as possible. The brunette could hear her voice go up the octave as she began to speak on how Vanessa had asked her out yesterday.
"Oh damn," Trinity laughed, impressed that the Puerto Rican clearly even after just a week was completely on a mission to take her friend on a date.
"Bitch good for you, she's nice enough and very funny, I feel like you'd enjoy yourselves."
Monique gave a small smile as she sighed, pushing the long hair from her face as she insisted that somehow it wouldn't feel right after her breakup with Monét.
"Oh so you're scared to move on is what I'm hearing."
"No, no, those are lies!" The statement must've struck a deep chord within the other woman, her entire expression seemed to tense up.
"You broke up only a month ago, it's okay to still be thinking about it, no one is making you feel ashamed about it."
Monique crossed her arms, now regretting this conversation topic.
She knew deep in her heart some of those feelings were still locked away even a month later but she wasn't going to let anyone get the satisfaction of finding that out.
"Okay, let's say that's why, which it isn't," Monique began as she pointed a finger towards her friend, the two of them still running aimlessly around the field. "What do you think?"
Trinity was in absolutely no place to give consolidating relationship advice considering her current situation however, she knew Vanessa was certainly worth a shot.
"Go for it, if you think she's gonna be good fun then take a chance."
"She's so pretty," Monique groaned as she glared out of the corner of her eye, watching as Vanessa practiced drills with their club's goalie. "I think I'm gonna say yes when we're alone."
Trinity smiled, happy that Monique had some semblance of getting over her last relationship. Monét was lovely, a very great teammate.
She remembered the shock they had both felt as they tied with the UEFA Player of the Year award.
Trinity would've rather Monét simply won than have to share the trophy; the snarky comments and blatant hatred of the results had truly pushed them both to become better friends.
It was a bonding experience to scroll through each other's social media and giggle along at comments while half way tipsy in another country.
She was still a bit surprised they had broken up. Nothing seemed to be outwardly wrong though Trinity wasn't Monique, she couldn't grasp every interaction or moment simply by asking.
"Go for it."
"Speaking of going for it," the other woman said, once again flipping around the conversation topic to whatever she desired. "How about you Miss Taylor, I'm shocked she's still on the market!"
The brunette felt chills run down her spine, she in general hated any conversation about relationships but considering all of the things that had been going on with Detox, it felt almost wrong to speak on it.
"She's a busy and focused woman," Trinity replied, "I'm not gonna get into a relationship right now, too many things going on." She adjusted her hair as she felt Monique shake her vigorously.
"Please let me set you up, there is no way that there isn't at least one person or another who catches your eye."
Well, she's not wrong there…
"No matchmaking. Maybe after we win the Champions League though."
Monique sighed in defeat, "I'm always here."
"I know, thank fuck for that," Trinity grumbled as the two hugged. Moments like these always seemed to distract from their giant bubble that revolved around their sport.
"We'll find a perfect woman for you someday or another."
Girl if you already knew.
Trinity grinned, "Yeah, maybe one day."
