They agreed it was just physical. No strings, no feelings, no mess. But when you are teammates, roommates and maybe something more. It's only a matter of time before the rules begin to blur.
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Present Day
Game days always managed to bring out the nerves in Lana. She was very superstitious, and game days only made her little rituals more annoying.
She had to wear her blue hairtie along with her black one. She needed to have a pack of Swedish fish because the sugar helped her energy. She had to sit in the locker room with her beats on and listen to her 'ballin' playlist.
It was the small things that mattered. It always was. No matter where the girl was, she loved the concept of little things.
While her other teammates filtered out of the locker room to go make tik toks on the court she had sat, back pressed against the wall, listening to her music and trying to hype herself up.
The others stopped asking her to make tik toks specifically during her 'lock in moments.'
She usually had 15 minutes to herself. Usually.
She heard the heavy door crack open, #5.
Taking her headphones off her ears and into her lap, "What's up, P?" her eyebrows knit together in concern.
"Um, this is really bad timing; I know that," Paige rubbed her head in frustration, trying to justify the sentence she was about to say out loud. Lana didn't speak, waiting for her best friend to continue.
"Uh," she coughed, "um, can we have sex?" Paige asked with an almost whispering voice, not daring to look into Lana's eyes. Paige usually could always hold strong eye contact, she was the one who was bold. It was Lana who usually got shy under Paige's eyes. But something about Paige asking for this unexpected request intimidated the blonde girl. Most of her 'butt dials' happened after 11:00 or in the comfort of their suite, never before a game or in the locker room for that matter.
"Right now?" Lana was still confused yet tinged with slight amusement.
She was met with Paige's blue eyes piercing into her own as a way for Paige to tell Lana she was very serious.
Lana found it cute, like a little kid frustrated about saying sorry to someone. Maybe she shouldn't be comparing Paige to a little kid, at least right now.
Lana's lips curled into a shit eating grin, she was amused. She took steps towards Paige so that their lips were almost touching. She could feel Paige's body leaning in. Putting a hand on the blonde's chest, slightly pushing her away, she looked in her confused eyes before speaking, "Your so sexually frustrated. This is kind of hot." Jackson scrunched her nose at the last part.
Paige resisted Lana's hand that still remained on her chest, pushing herself closer and glancing down before letting her lips meet Lana's.
Something about the taste of her brown sugar lip gloss made Paige crave more.
Paige melted into Lana's touch, her hands reaching for the brunette's neck, pushing herself deeper into the kiss.
Lana reciprocated the urgency, the need. Lana needed Paige. She couldn't help herself from wanting more. The high of touching Paige so intimately was a feeling she wouldn't trade for anything, not even a championship. And that's what's wrong. Lana shouldn't be feeling this way for her sneaky link.
Of course, Paige wasn't just a one night stand. She was and always will be her best friend. The girl who welcomed her into UConn with open arms.
Lana simply couldn't stay done with Paige.
Paige's lips travelled down to Lana's collarbone. Placing gentle kisses before pulling the girls jersey off of her small frame. Lana was left in her sports bra. Paige pushed herself back for a second, she'd seen Lana's body a million times by now, yet each time she takes a moment to admire the girl.
Lana did the same. She knew the whole arrangement was wrong.
They were about to fuck in the team locker room. Right before a game. While at any moment their team or coach could easily interrupt the pair.
Lana's feelings were toxic, Paige wasn't hers. But she couldn't help feeling addicted and undeniably catching feelings.
