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Hi! Not sure if u write for georgia amoore or if u write smut, but could i request a fic in which reader gets flirted with at a mystics home game, georgia gets a bit jealous and takes her home?
TOO SWEET
summary: while courtside at your girlfriend’s game, a brave soul dares to flirt with you.
warning(s): slight angst, hurt/comfort, reassurance sex, smut—minors dni.
navigation / locker room
you were courtside at your girlfriend, georgia amoore's game. though she wasn't actually playing (due to her acl tear and recovery), you still showed up to support her teammates. you wore her jersey anyways, of course.
when you first walked in with her, the media documented both of your appearances. you politely waved and posed for cameras, showing them your game day fits. and even before then, you made georgia make a tiktok with you showing your outfits and lip syncing to 'the alchemy' by taylor swift.
now here, you were chatting with one of the girls next to you. she claimed to have flown from florida to come see the mystics in their mystics-wings matchup. she said she had been a fan of georiga's for a while and watching your relationship through social media always brought her joy on days she felt down.
you felt honoured that you could bring a smile to young fans' faces, and that georgia continued to inspire despite being out for injury.
you've definitely helped her through a lot of the recovery and encouraged her through the hard moments.
the seat on your right had been empty right up until tip off. a woman, about the same age as you, maybe older, sat down in that seat. she looked out of breath.
"hey, you alright?" you whisper towards her.
"yeah, thanks. traffic sucks though...coming this way." she tosses her bag under her chair and gives you a quick smile. though she takes a double take and stares at you for a bit.
"what? is there something on my face?" you ask, starting to touch around lightly to avoid smudging your makeup.
"no, i just- uh nevermind." she turns her head away from you to look at the court. wings have the ball.
georgia glances behind her just quick enough to catch that girl staring. she watches as the woman snaps her head away from you, their eyes meeting for a split second.
she shook it off thinking it was nothing. georgia stood up and smacked her gum, yelling: "GET THEM."
later into the game you sat back down after cheering for a 3. the woman next to you struck up a conversation again.
"you a big fan?" she asks.
"huh? oh yeah." you casually wave at her, yelling when a foul is drawn.
"you uh you come here often?" she asks again.
this time you don't hear her. georgia turns back around when she hears your cheers. she sends you a smile, her gum stuck between her teeth. you give her a thumbs up and make a heart with your hands before looking back to the court. georgia shifts her gaze ever so slightly and sees the woman looking at you again.
she furrows her brows trying to read the girl's facial expression. it was like... lovingly awkward. but then, georgia watches as the woman keeps taling to you, you seem uninterested and quite frankly a bit annoyed. but it didn't help that she was feeling a little jealous. with her injury she hasn't been able to show off to you or impress you and the fans.
she didn't know when she was going to be back on the court, and certainly she was out for the season. you catch her eye again and mouth 'i love you' to her which makes her completely light up. she gives you a goofy grin and a sly smirk towards the girl.
the girl seems to have given up for now and as half time comes around, georgia is nominated to throw out t-shirts to fans and sign autographs. georgia grabs a couple bundles of shirts with rubber bands, chucking them to fans of all ages. she snaps her head to the sound of your voice. she sees you waving her over, and before she knows it her legs are carrying her over with a smile on her face.
"hey love, this is caroline. she's a huge fan of you. she came all the way from florida." you tell georgia, wrapping an arm around her.
georgia smiles and hands her a shirt bundle. "hey, thanks for your support. washington is a long way from home huh?" she asks, accent thick.
caroline looks in awe as if she can't believe that georgia is actually talking to her.
"you're my favourite player, i admire you so much. i- i can't even explain how much you've inspired me and changed the game for me." she rants.
georgia just laughs and extends her arms to give her a hug. she gratefully accepts the hug and starts to feel tears falling down. you pull a tissue out of your pocket and wipe away some of her tears. caroline's parents are recording every interaction and the arena coos at the interaction too when it's shown on the big screen.
you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see the woman again. you're starting to feel quite annoyed but you think maybe she just wants to make friends here.
"hm?" you ask.
"i was just wondering if maybe i could get your number? you're really pretty and i'd love to take you out some time." she fiddles with her fingers a bit.
before you could let her down easy, geogia thanks caroline, handing her, her sharpie back and strutting over to the both of you. georgia isn't as tall as most basketball players so she was about the same height as the woman.
"nah she's not interested." georgia stretches her body to make her look a bit bigger.
you side eye her antics and internally laugh at her slim figure.
the woman looks at georgia with a questioning look. she turns to you and asks, "does she speak for you?"
you nod, leaning your body against georgia's. "yeah, sorry. she's my girlfriend." you look at georgia and give her a loving smile.
the woman displays a horrified expression. "i am so sorry." she turns around and grabs her belongings before rushing out of the arena. you laugh nervously.
"uh, okay.. that was weird." you say, distancing yourself from georgia.
she stays silent for a moment before looking at you. "you weren't interested right? i just don't want to seem like that decision wasn't yours." she says just above a whisper.
you shake your head. "i promise you i was not interested. i love you and only you." you walk closer to her and get close to her ear. "when we get home i'll show you how much i'm interested in you." you graze your lips against the shell of her ear before watching halftime come to an end.
the moment you get back to your place you slightly pressure georgia into walking backwards while you sloppily make out with her.
"fuck, [name]. i felt like i wasn't able to show off and show you that i could be better than that girl today...because of my acl." she breathlessly states in between kisses.
you halt your movements and place your hands on her face. "babe, you listen here. i want you and only you. you're going to come back from this and you'll come back better than ever. right now just let me show you how perfect you are for me." you place one last kiss on her lips and guide her to your shared bedroom.
everything was left from this morning and you gently sit georgia on the edge of the bed. you get down on your knees and look up at her with vulnerablity in your eyes. "may i?" you ask softly.
georgia tilts her head back to let out a shaky breath. "fuck, please."
the corner of your lips quirk as you guide georgia's shorts down, her bucking her hips up slightly. you toss her shorts somewhere random and kiss the inside of her thigh. then you lay your head on the side of one of her thigh's and close your eyes.
"what're you doing?" she asks quickly.
"just taking in that i get to worship my absolutely perfect girlfriend." you open your eyes and give her a loving look.
she shakes her head and reaches one of her arms to guide your head towards her centre. you gently kiss her clothed cunt, eyes fluttered as you watch her exhale sharply. you lean up and leave kisses on different parts of her lips and leave sloppy kisses on her neck.
"stop teasing already." she whines.
you smile and leave one last kiss on her collarbone before sinking back down to her core. "may i?" you ask, again. she nods and assists you in removing her boxers.
once she's exposed to you, you let yourself take in the sight. she's dripping. you take a finger and gingerly swipe it through her wet folds. she lets out a quiet moan, causing you to smirk at her.
"you're so perfect, i promise you. there is no one else for me, no one. not another basketball player not a courtside fan. georgia, please let me taste you.. fuck." you plea. she quickly nods and guides your head to her pussy.
you shift one of your hands to circle her clit slowly while kissing the inside of her thighs. she starts to let out louder sounds, trying to stifle them with her free hand. you let go of her and bring it to grab her wrist. she whines at the removed contact, looking at you with a glint of frustration in her eye.
"let me hear you. let me hear how perfect you were created." you kiss her quickly before attatching your lips to her bud.
the grip on your hair tightened as she pushed you further into her soaking cunt. you let out a muffled moan, letting your eyes droop. if this was how you went, you'd thank georgia in every universe.
"fuck georgia." you let go of her and move your hand. you look at her and she nods. you insert one of your fingers into her slowly, letting it curl at the spongey part. she lets out a sharp moan at the new sensation, your name falling from her lips like a religious prayer.
"i can't tell you how perfect you are georgia, even past a phenomenal baller, you're kind, you're beautiful, you were made—crafted by some higher power, georgia i love you so damn much. no one could ever take me away from you." you smile, cheek squishing against her thigh.
you hold open her legs every time she tries to close them. "please don't shut me out, baby." you pout.
"fuck [name]. i'm so close." she whines. "faster please."
who were you to deny her? you insert another finger and pump her at a faster pace. you wrap your lips around her clit and start to gently suck, stimulating her as much as possible to bring her over the edge.
"you're so perfect baby, let go f'me." you mutter with a sloppy kiss.
georgia's eyes roll to the back of her head as she lets out a soundless breath. you help her ride out her high, still encouraging her with reassuring words.
"i love you." you give her one last sweet kiss before heading to the bathroom and retrieving a warm wet cloth.
running it through her folds and around the area, you gently clean her up and toss her some of your clothes, which she greatly accepts. she clothes herself and grabs you, bending you down towards her sat figure. she gives you a long sweet kiss, and when she releases you, she says: "thank you, i really needed that. and i know you wouldn't intentionally flirt with anyone i just, haven't been myself since the tear." she gives you a saddened look.
you peck her nose and smile. "you're going to come back from this. i promise you."
she nods and smiles too. "what's for dinner?"
you shake your head and kiss the top of her head before walking back into the bedroom. "whatever you want babe. i already ate."
i only write pazzi. all my stories will have happy endings. feel free to send me asks, anons, and comments but please no requests!
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series
can you fix a broken heart (20/20 - 175k) ✓
is azzi just looking for problems in her house so a certain blonde contractor keeps showing up?
if we’re going to be wanted (3/3 - 12k) ✓
they live on the road, chasing mornings that blur together and cities that never quite stick. (w/ @peach4pazzi )
speak now (0/6 - 7.5k)
wedding bells are ringing, but will both brides make it down the aisle? or: pazzi!wedding
not all who wander (0/50ish - 200k)
sometimes love waits patiently at the end of a road you never planned to travel.
conflict of interest (wip)
paige gets traded. the only problem is, her ex gf is dating her new boss—the owner of the minnesota lynx.
one shots
big brown eyes (wnba!paige x spca!azzi - 8k) ✓
paige figured she’d fall for a set of big brown eyes when she walked into the dallas spca. she just didn’t expect them to belong to the volunteer behind the counter.
behind enemy lines (wnba!paige x nwsl!azzi 8k)
the thing about bad ideas is that they usually look really good at first.
ruin the friendship (friends to lovers - wip)
three times azzi thought about ruining the friendship and one time she actually did. based on the taylor swift song.
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Azzi Fudd thought she had her whole life figured out. One day, she was working at her dream job and dating an amazing guy who could be her forever. After one impulsive decision, she was packing up her whole life and running away. What started as an escape from reality quickly becomes a journey of self-discovery, confronting fears, and possibilities she didn't know she could want or have. As Azzi adjusts to her new life, these opportunities begin to reshape her ideas of happiness, love, and fulfillment. This could be the worst decision of her life, or the fresh start she never knew she needed.
pining for that last kiss, a permanent truth - ch 5
contains: second chances, miscommunication, religious guilt, internalized homophobia, friends to lovers, eventual smut, not actually unrequited love, angst with a happy ending, multiple wnba seasons
wc: 10.2k
master list
a/n: last chapter 🥹 ty all sm for sticking w me this series was sooo long but i hope it was worth it!! i loved writing it and i hope u guys loved reading it 😊 now here is 10 thousand words of them being in love to make up for this series being like 200k of angst
chapter five
Dallas, Texas is fine in April. It’s Paige’s third time landing in the DFW airport in the very earliest days of the month in preparation for the beginning of her WNBA season. She likes it here. The sun shines down and presses a sweet tan onto her skin in the form of warm rays and the wind likes to play with her hair and the humidity leaves her feeling almost glossy, moisture smoothing her skin. Texas has been her home the last few years and she has learned the hard way that it’s easier to slip into negatives than focusing on the good. But focusing on the good makes the good taste better. So she likes Dallas. She loves it.
This is her second time at this airport today. It’s ten-thirty at night, the dark sky shining in through all of the glass of the windows, loud lights hanging down and illuminating the building. She had flown in at six in the morning. The sky had lacked light in the opposite way, the sun prodding at the corners of it and streaking the beginnings of purple and red into the horizon like a bruise. The sun is long gone now. The moon now hangs in the sky and it smiles at her through the airport windows. It’s fat and feminine and wholly beautiful. The airport is becoming sleepier and sleepier around her. She doesn’t care. Paige is buzzing with an excitement that runs deep under her skin.
Azzi is about to land. Azzi, her beautiful girlfriend, the woman she’s loved since they were both girls. Unrivaled had been fun and so were the FIBA games and so were all of the things that they had gotten to do. But Dallas is special, because Dallas they get to be together. Dallas gets to give them a home together. Dallas means practicing every day together and traveling for games together and going to events together and sleeping in the same bed every night together. It means being together. And while Paige would love to call the idea of it sappy or make a joke about her coach from her rookie year, she’s so excited for the next six months of her life that she can’t fathom being anything but enamored with the notion.
She’s standing outside the exit from the terminals. The security guard standing next to the opening out into the arrivals area is the only person with her. Soft music plays in the building. Her fingers curl around the edges of the stupid sign she had brought with her. Azzi isn’t out yet and she’s already fighting the urge to grin. The night wraps around her and her sweat set. Her hood is pulled up over her head. Her phone buzzes in her pocket. She reaches in and pulls it out as it continues to send her more notifications, her smile widening when she sees who they’re from.
az 💗: js grabbed my bags i tried to text u when i landed but wifi was shotty
az 💗: hope u have fomo rn that im in dallas w/o u
az 💗: jk i wish u were getting here earlier ☹️ miss u and ur pretty face
Azzi is close. Azzi is just above her, grabbing her bags, and she will come down the escalator that Paige can see through the doorway right in front of her and Paige will get to see and touch her again. She’s smiling so hard to herself that she knows she looks like an idiot. She doesn’t care. Surprisingly, the airport isn’t very crowded. She thinks the fact that it’s so late on a random weekday in April may contribute to this fact. No one else has to see the idiotic smile on her face.
Paige doesn’t type out a response because she doesn’t think she could create one at the moment that wouldn’t immediately incriminate herself. She just slips her phone back in her pocket, body buzzing with excitement. She’s impatient. The airport continues to hum lazily back at her with an inactive energy as she stands there waiting. But it’s not much longer until she catches sight of a very familiar shape walking towards the escalator.
Azzi, in all her glory. All of her beautiful, lovely, perfect glory. The stuffiness of the airport has done nothing to dampen the warmth of her skin and the sweetness of her face. Her expression is flat and dimpled softly with a fatigue Paige can sense. Her eyes are large, hair pulled back and up into a bun piled on the top of her head, a few baby hairs coiling around her face. She’s looking forward blankly. Her lips are full and straight. She’s beautiful. Paige and her stupid little sign and her stupid giant grin wait for her gaze to find the blonde. She feels like she’s going to start jumping up and down.
The moment Azzi sees her is obvious. It’s something physical, like light breaks across her face, illumination infinitely more natural than what the airport tries to shine down on them and infinitely brighter than what the moon reflects onto them. Her eyes widen, brows climbing up her face. Her lips part. Paige can feel her own eyes squishing into crescents so small she can barely see out of them at the sight of her girlfriend. Her grip on her little sign tightens. Azzi’s mouth pulls into a disbelieving smile. Her actions hurry, blindly stepping down the stairs of the escalator and trying to drag her suitcases down with her. The wheels clash horribly against the metal and she can see Azzi becoming slightly off balance. Paige just laughs a little. Her entire chest swells.
She’s grateful Azzi had only noticed her close to the bottom of the escalator, because she stumbles off of it in her hurry to get to Paige, bags clunking around behind her. She’s smiling at Paige, surprise thick even in the pleasure of her expression. Paige watches as she speedwalks towards the doorway. “Paige?” Her voice is disbelieving. It’s almost high pitched with how happy she sounds. Paige just stands there, feeling herself blush, skin buzzing with the same joy reflecting itself brightly all over Azzi’s face. She looks down at the sign in Paige’s hands. The blonde watches as the girl’s eyes trace over the words on it. “What are you doing here? What is that sign? What the fuck is your deal?” She watches as Azzi’s expression finds a little bit of horror as she comprehends what Paige has written on it.
The older girl just laughs. Her fingers curl a little tighter around the edges of the sign. Despite the tinge of embarrassment finding her face at Paige’s sign, she still looks so happy, so light on her feet and quick as she walks towards Paige and so beautiful that Paige has no clue how she had ever lived without knowing this girl was hers. Azzi’s brows knit with more disgust targeted at Paige’s sign, but her smile is still so big on her face that it doesn’t matter. “Hi,” Paige says, and it’s stupid, but it’s all she can say, and Azzi just smiles wider at it. She’s passing through the doorway now. She’s so close Paige can pick out the shadows of her dimples and the lines of her face and the smudge of her sweet lashes. Every part of her feels warm. Around them, Dallas is sleepy. The two of them are electric.
“Oh my God,” Azzi says, and it’s the last thing Paige hears out of her mouth before Azzi is slamming into her, sign knocked out of her hands as the younger girl’s arms wrap around her. Paige is more than okay to drop the sign she had worked so hard on in their apartment earlier that day. The posterboard flops to the ground as Paige hugs her so hard she thinks both of their ribcages are going to snap. She can’t stop smiling. Azzi hugs her back just as hard, their arms digging into each other. She smells the way she always does, floral and fruity and warm. She can feel Azzi burying her face into the crook of Paige’s neck. The imprint of her cheeks widening with her smile is pressed into the skin there. Paige’s chin rests on her shoulder. “What are you- I fucking love you.” The words are muffled by the fabric of Paige’s hoodie.
Triumph. Sickeningly sweet triumph, almost cloying in all of its glory, washes over her. Azzi is warm in her arms and her breath is ghosting along the opening of her hood and she loves her. Paige readjusts so her chin is tucked slightly down so her face isn’t as shown despite the fact the area is nearly empty around them. “I love you, too,” she mumbles around her grin. Azzi squeezes her even tighter. Paige can’t stop smiling. She knows, realistically, that it’s stupid for both of them to be reacting like this, that the plan was for Paige to fly in two days from now and so her surprise isn’t really that big of a surprise and that they had seen each other just a few weeks ago. But it’s still so sweet every time they get to see each other again. “You’re here,” she whispers.
Azzi laughs a little. Paige can’t help herself from smiling even wider at the sound of it, the way they’re so far pressed together that Paige can feel her chest vibrating against hers. “You said you weren’t getting in until Wednesday,” she says. Her lips brush the skin of Paige’s neck as she speaks. Paige fights the urge to shiver at the feeling. Fights the urge to almost frown when she remembers they’re in public and that means no kissing, but remembers the feeling of Azzi in her arms is enough anyway.
She shifts her head a little where it lies on Azzi’s shoulder to move her mouth closer to Azzi’s ear. Her voice is quiet despite the lack of many other people in the area. “I lied. I got told I didn’t have to stay until Tuesday anymore right after I told you that. And I wanted to surprise you.” Azzi squeezes her a little harder as she speaks, a soundless way to press more excitement and gratitude into Paige’s chest. She likes the feeling of it.
Another short laugh from Azzi, her breath ghosting along Paige’s skin as she snorts against her. “Well, color me surprised. What the fuck- dude, are you serious with this sign?” Azzi pulls away slightly. She moves to look down at the sign, which has been dropped face-up on the floor next to them. The letters of it sparkle in the light. Paige had bought the materials to make it from the Hobby Lobby near her apartment, and after scrolling through some inspiration on TikTok, she’d landed on a simple message: “Welcome home from rehab! Sex addiction is nothing to be ashamed of.”
She looks at Azzi with eyes pressed nearly into slits because of how hard she’s grinning, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Azzi pulls a little farther away from her to look her in the eye. “What?” She plays dumb. She can tell Azzi isn’t buying it when she tries to scowl around the large smile on her face. Her brows furrow at her, eyes squinting, but it still doesn’t melt the warm curve to her lips.
Azzi looks down again. “‘Welcome home from rehab, sex’- okay, I’m not even finishing that. Paige, you need to learn what’s appropriate for public settings and what isn’t. We’re celebrities. You can’t just pick me up from the airport with that sign.” She’s nearly groaning as she says it. Her arms are still around Paige, though, and Paige’s are dangerously close to slipping to be around her waist. She tries to keep them just high enough that it isn’t that suspicious.
A warm feeling blooms farther within her chest, a baptism of light and happiness at the familiarity of the bickering and the softness that underlies it. “There’s, like, four people here, mama. Also, it’s funny.” She shrugs her shoulders as she speaks. Azzi’s arms move with her, bodies so connected they can’t help but move like one unit.
Azzi just shakes her head at her. Her eyes are nearly sparkling in the airport lighting and Paige thinks it’s almost superhuman, how she’s so beautiful even after a flight. “I’m making you burn that when we get home. You’re fucking insane.” She says it as she’s pulling herself back into Paige. The words become muffled halfway through the sentiment. Paige just grins back, settling herself into Azzi again. They slot together less like puzzle pieces and more like clay, soft and natural and malleable into a thousand different ways of still fitting against each other.
“Insane for you,” Paige mumbles next to her ear. Azzi laughs again. The sound feels like salve to a wound she had gotten used to the dull ache of. She readjusts so her mouth is hidden by Azzi’s neck. “Seriously, though. I missed you.” It’s spoken like a confession, quiet and tucked into the soft skin that smoothes over her collarbone.
Azzi sighs into the crook of Paige’s neck. It carries a smile with it. “I missed you. So much, oh my God. ‘m so glad we’re back here. And I didn’t think I’d be saying that about Dallas ever in my whole life.”
At this, Paige laughs. She tightens her grip on Azzi a little more, shuts her eyes a little, lets their surroundings bleed away into something she doesn’t care about. A voice crackles over the speaker systems and it muddles itself before it can reach Paige’s ears, too far away for her to even notice someone speaking until the click of the phone being hung up sings through the speakers. “Me too,” she mumbles against her. Azzi sighs again.
Silence, for a moment. Paige thinks one of them is going to have to start slowly peeling away from the other sooner or later if they want to keep up the “just-really-close-best-friends” appearance. “I really wanna kiss you right now,” Azzi whispers. The words seep through the fabric of Paige’s hoodie and drip onto her skin. The warmth of them travels further than that of her breath.
Paige smiles widely again. She can feel the apple of her cheek protruding into the base of Azzi’s neck, skin against skin, the sticky affection of her joy pressing itself into the younger girl. “My car windows are tinted. ‘m parked real close.” Her voice is low, almost teasing. She makes sure her mouth is hidden by Azzi’s shoulder as she says it.
Azzi laughs quietly into her. “I’m not making out with you in your car in an airport parking lot. That’s, like, so high schooler behavior.” She pulls a little away from her again, their heads peeling away from the others’ skin. Azzi grins at her with big eyes and slightly furrowed brows. “Great to know you’re above kissing me in public and not bringing a sign about sex addiction rehab to pick me up. That is the worst idea you’ve ever had.” She removes an arm from around Paige’s shoulders to point at the sign on the ground as she speaks.
Paige snickers. The giddiness in her chest makes her feel like a little kid, and the way the pink glitter she had poured over the sign they’re both periodically glancing at shines in the fluorescent lighting of the airport really isn’t doing much to pull her out of that mentality. “I think it’s a good one. Wanted to embarrass you, got what I wanted.” Azzi pouts at her at this. Even Paige can see the slight upturn to her face as she does it, the way the expression barely has a hold on her. She looks away from Paige, who laughs again. “Stop it, it’s ‘cause I love you. C’mon, I’ll drive you home.”
They start to separate. The process is short but feels like peeling the top layer of her skin off, like pulling away from something she knows she was meant to hold onto forever. The backpack clinging to Azzi’s spine through her sweat set had come off in their hurry to embrace and she bends down to pick it up and sling it back over her shoulders. Paige reaches for her suitcases. “Stop, I can take my own bags.” She reaches her hands out to pause Paige, who just grips even tighter onto the handles of them both, looking at Azzi blankly. The younger girl only holds her gaze for a moment before sighing. “Fine, but I get to carry the sign.”
Paige grins at this. She starts to tug the suitcases forward as Azzi stoops down to pick up the poster board. The thick paper makes wobbling sounds as she does so. Glitter sprinkles off of it and winks up at them from the floor. “I thought you didn’t like the sign.” Azzi walks up to her side, grinning, carrying Paige’s sign next to her. Their steps fall into sync.
Azzi scrunches her nose at her a little. Paige can’t help herself from grinning like an idiot at the expression. It’s been ten long years of being flustered by how pretty the other woman is and Paige doesn’t see herself ever not being in this position. “I don’t. I get to carry it ‘cause I’m carrying it so you can’t see the words.” She glances down at the poster as she speaks, at the way her grip slightly curves the poster so the words face her legs. “Did you make this yourself? The glitter’s getting everywhere.”
Paige’s face softens into a sheepish smile as Azzi looks over to her for a response. She watches the center of Azzi’s eyes go dark with the slow spread of her pupils as they grow at Paige’s presence. “I didn’t have enough time to wait for the glue to dry. There might be glitter all over the floor of your side of the car,” she says, laughing a little. Azzi mimics the sound and shakes her head.
“Great. Perfect welcome home.” She steps to the side to knock her shoulder slightly into Paige’s, grinning over at her. Paige stumbles a little with her attempt to hold onto the suitcases while catching her balance and can do nothing but just smile back at Azzi. The airport hums around them, night blanketing the building.
Paige thinks that loving Azzi is the easiest thing she’s ever done. That it was done intuitively, a reflex her body knew better than her mind did, something done without decision. She walks with her out of the airport dragging her suitcases behind her and talking with her and it feels like the magnet that sits under her diaphragm is close enough to Azzi to let her breathe again. Her laugh tucks itself in the ridges of the shells of her ears so she can listen to it again when she wants to. She’s almost anxious to get home, anxious to leave public so she can hold her more intimately and kiss her and treat her like a girlfriend.
It gets much colder at night in Dallas, a fact Paige is only somewhat grateful for as they walk outside and the skin under her sweat set starts trying to crawl with chill. Azzi shudders once next to her. “Cold,” she says simply. Paige just hums back, squinting through the soft breeze that wafts through her hair and lashes. Her car is in the temporary parking. She leads Azzi towards it, the wheels of her bags rumbling against the concrete sidewalks, their heels hitting the ground at the same time.
Paige unlocks the trunk and shoves Azzi’s suitcases in. Azzi slings her backpack off next to them and sets the sign face-down on top of the pile of belongings. Paige snorts at it. Azzi rolls her eyes and walks around to the passenger side. The trunk slams shut. No one else is in the small parking area. The night curls itself into Paige’s ribs, trying to smooth fatigue into her skin. She opens the door and gets into the driver’s seat, the interior of her car slightly warmer than what’s outside.
Azzi’s already sitting next to her, facing her, smiling softly. Paige catches her eye as she’s closing the door behind herself. She’s leaning onto the center console. Paige grins back at her. The door clicks shut. And then Azzi’s surging forward, nearly scrambling on the center console, hands reaching out and grabbing the back of Paige’s neck. Paige barely has time to let her eyes flutter shut before Azzi’s mouth is on hers, face warm and lips sweet. Their teeth clash slightly. Paige’s head nearly slams into the window.
She kisses her back immediately, taking Azzi’s lower lip between her own and swiping her tongue along it. One hand reaches under Azzi’s arm to grip her shoulder and the other finds the give of her waist and settles in that curve. Azzi half-sighs, half-moans into her. Paige licks into her mouth. Her chest and head feel fuzzy. One of Azzi’s hands moves from the base of her neck to the back of her head, pressing her even closer to the younger girl. Paige makes a noise into her. Azzi swallows it. They keep kissing.
Azzi is the one to separate them after a few minutes, pulling away with another stupidly soft smile and a hand finding Paige’s sternum. The skin stretching across her chest hums at the contact even through the layers of clothing it has to press itself through. Her eyes are large. Paige is sure hers are, too. Their lips are both slick with spit. Azzi slinks back fully into her seat and then they just look at each other like that for a little, grinning with wet lips and big eyes and chests that rise and fall in time with their rapid heart beats.
Paige digs a hand into the pocket of her hoodie for her keys again. “Thought you said making out in the parking lot was high schooler behavior,” she says, smiling. The timer for the lights in her car goes off and the interior starts to dim, the warm light that had shone across Azzi’s face disappearing. Her teeth and the highlights of her face shine a bright white in the moonlight that pours itself in from the sky, in the harsh lighting of the fluorescents that stand to illuminate the parking lot.
“Changed my mind, I guess,” she muses as Paige shoves the key into the ignition cylinder. Paige just laughs quietly, car rumbling to life beneath them. She can feel Azzi smiling next to her, can barely hear the soft exhale of her own laughter. Her CarPlay turns on and the dashboard lights up in her face. Azzi sighs softly next to her. “‘m so tired.”
Paige, slightly amused and very affectionate, glances over at Azzi while laughing to herself. The girl is slumped back into her seat and Paige traces the lines of her side profile from where she is with her eyes. Her lashes are a lower line against her eyes than they usually are: her eyes are slightly lidded. “You gonna fall asleep on the ride home?” Paige reverses out of her spot. The gearshift is cold to the touch.
Azzi sighs again. Paige can hear the noise over the soft sound of her music beginning to spill through the car speakers. “I don’t wanna, ‘cause ‘m scared I won’t go to bed for real if I nap now.” She shifts into drive. Takes her hand off of the gearshift, moves it to the side. Sits it palm up on Azzi’s thigh. Expectant. Azzi immediately grabs it, the shape of her hand familiar in Paige’s. She rubs her thumb gently across the back of it as she begins to maneuver them out of the parking lot. “If I fall asleep, though, don’t wake me up,” Azzi mumbles.
Paige hums, squeezing her hand once. “Got it,” she murmurs. Azzi squeezes her hand back. Paige smiles out the windshield and into the cold night. The street lamps are all that shine back to her. “How was your flight? Did you sleep then?” She can feel Azzi move her free hand to start playing with Paige’s fingers, gentle prodding of her nails and soft movement of her joints. It stays clasped in the other hand. She likes it.
“No, ‘cause I was too excited. Just thinking about you the whole time. I finished my book, though.” Nails drag along the skin stretching over her knuckles. It tickles a little. Paige instinctively grabs Azzi’s hand a little tighter. Azzi exhales a quiet laugh.
Paige grins, glancing over at her as she rolls to a stop in front of a red light. Her face shines brighter than any of the lights that guide her towards the highway away from the airport. She’s real and raw and so wholly beautiful in front of her that she doesn’t know what else to do with herself other than just smile at her. “Aw, you were thinking about me?” She squeezes her hand again.
Azzi rolls her eyes. Someone behind Paige honks at her. The sound starts her and she turns forward again. “Shut up, you nerd, you literally…orchestrated this whole thing to surprise me. You were clearly thinking about me, too,” she says, voice teasing. Paige smiles at the windshield.
“‘m always thinking about you,” she says, voice light as it trails out of her mouth. Azzi is tracing soft loops along the skin of the back of her hand. The touch is just as gentle as the sound of Paige’s voice. It tickles her, dips into the softness of her heart in her chest and smears affection over her ribs like Azzi is fingerpainting.
Azzi just makes a slightly amused noise. “Sap,” she comments. Paige doesn’t try to deny it. She just smiles wider, going quiet as she tries to focus on driving as she merges onto the highway. Dallas never seems to have a shortage of cars on the road and none of the drivers in them seem to have ever lived a day on Earth in their lives. Her eyes flicker between the windshield and her mirrors as she clings to the adrenaline of having Azzi next to her to fight off the sleepiness the night brings. “You’re so pretty when you’re focused.”
Paige’s turn signal clicks rhythmically through the car. Her hand tightens on Azzi’s at the compliment, chest warming. Azzi laughs quietly at her reaction. Her hand moves up from against the back of her hand to the inside of her elbow and the light drag of the pads of her fingers nearly draws shivers out of Paige. “Stop flirting while I’m driving. What if I crash ‘cause you’re…distracting me? And…we both…die.” Someone cuts her off. She fights the urge to rip her hand out of Azzi’s grip to flip them off.
They’re both quiet for a moment. The sound of the car and the others around it rumbling and the hum of Paige’s music ebbs between them. Every street light that Paige passes washes them temporarily with nearly orange light before it fades away until they can get to another one waiting for them in the dark. Then, “Literally why would you say that?” There’s a soft bite of laughter in it as Azzi says it. Paige just furrows her brows and snorts out a little laugh.
“This guy won’t let me in,” she complains, turn signal still ticking throughout the vehicle. Azzi sighs. It sounds like the beginning of a laugh. She drags her hand back down to Paige’s to clasp it between both of hers. The warmth of her palms is soothing. Paige looks out of her windshield and sees Dallas before her, cold and industrialized, the beginning of summer making it hungry like a mechanical jaw she drives herself into. She sits with her hand held in Azzi’s and doesn’t care that she’s practically feeding herself to it.
Paige doesn’t know when, but Azzi falls asleep sometime between getting on the highway and getting home. Her head lolls to the side, neck bent, lips parted. Her grip on Paige’s hand is loose with sleep but still there. Her fingers stay threaded between Paige’s. It makes her smile when she looks at it, when the red of traffic lights washes down onto them through the glass and paints her and Azzi’s skin similar shades of maroon. When she looks up and the shadows of Azzi’s face are turned almost wine and her profile is traced with ruby and she’s so still where she sits Paige can’t help but feel calm watching her.
The journey to the parking lot outside of Paige’s apartment is familiar. The car grumbles to a stop when Paige twists her left arm to reach around the wheel and pull the key out of the fob instead of removing her right hand from Azzi’s hold. Silence finds them. True silence, because the car doesn’t let in the sound of the chirping crickets Paige has gotten very familiar with. “Az,” she prods softly. She shakes her arm a little where it is against Azzi. Leans in a little, softly settles her chin on Azzi’s shoulder in hopes the pressure of her head and the sound of her voice so close wakes her. “We’re home, mama, c’mon. You gotta…gotta get up or somethin’.”
She’s successful. Azzi starts to stir, a long exhale dragging through her lungs. Her hands tighten on Paige’s for a moment and then relax as she straightens up in her seat. Her head rolls against the rest. She grunts softly. Paige starts to pull her hand away from Azzi’s. Azzi’s face scrunches slightly at the loss of contact. Paige watches as her fingers twitch a little around nothing. Her eyes start to flutter open. They look tired. She’s beautiful, life drawing itself back up within her as she starts to shake off her sleep.
Paige gets out of the car. Rounds the front of it, opens Azzi’s door for her. Walks to the trunk to take out her bags. There’s pink glitter dusted across nearly every surface. She picks up her dark backpack and the street lights catch on it and it shines at her. She smiles to herself before slinging it over her shoulder and grabbing Azzi’s suitcases. The sign is left to rot there. She shuts the trunk.
Azzi is standing next to the car when Paige wanders back around it, dragging Azzi’s suitcases with her. She’s rubbing at her eyes. Her hair is frizzy around her head. “Lemme take one,” she mumbles, holding a hand out at Paige to ask for one of her bags. Her fingers are outstretched expectantly. Paige just shakes her head, passing Azzi and stepping up onto the sidewalk. The suitcases thunk against the lip of the concrete. She fights a wince at the sound.
“No, c’mon,” Paige says, glancing over her shoulder when Azzi doesn’t immediately follow her. The woman stares at her from beside the passenger side for a moment before starting to walk towards her. Her eyes are lidded with an exhaustion Paige yearns to wipe from her, to let her bed swallow from within her. She laughs quietly to herself. “So stubborn,” she murmurs.
Azzi scoffs from a few steps behind her. The sound barely carries itself over the sound of the crickets singing to them from the grass. “Are you joking? I’m the stubborn one?” Her voice carries with it an amusement that drags the corners of Paige’s mouth up. She looks over her shoulder again and sees that Azzi is taking long steps to catch up with her. She shines in the moonlight as they near Paige’s apartment building.
Paige snorts softly. She scrunches her nose a little, eyes squinting at her, a smile still warping the expression. Azzi steps up next to her. The wheels of the suitcase rattle against the uneven concrete. “Yes, bro, you literally got mad at me for carrying your bags. You were just standing there. That’s, like, literally bare minimum from me.” She rolls her eyes as she’s speaking. Azzi scoffs again. The conversation is entirely stupid and entirely reminding of the fact that they were best friends before they were ever girlfriends. It’s endearing in a way stupidly familiar to Paige’s chest.
Azzi gently hits her arm with the back of her hand. Paige glances at her, grinning. Azzi is moving to stuff both of her hands in the front pocket of her hoodie. The fabric slouches over her body and she smiles at Paige in a way that makes it a little obvious that her cheeks are tinged a pinker color than the rest of her face. “I wasn’t even actually mad. Shut up.” They stop in front of the front door.
The suitcases settle. Paige’s hands dig into the pockets of her sweatpants for her keys. The bulky shape of them is familiar and the metal is a little cold as she pulls them out. “Whatever you say.” Her car beeps locked. The lock on the door jingles at her as she twists the key in it. The door opens. Light from a lamp she doesn’t remember leaving on spills out immediately from the crack she puts into the doorway. She glances at Azzi, smiling. “After you,” she says. Azzi’s eyes shine with sleepiness as she steps in past Paige. Paige drags the suitcases in after herself.
The apartment is the same as it always is, the same as it was when she had left for the airport earlier in the night. It’s an agglomeration of herself and of the concept of Texas that she doesn’t really know how to feel towards other than glad she has a bed and a place to spend time with Azzi. The sitting area and dining table are the same as they had been when she had moved in two years ago. The kitchen is only not completely bare because of the small amount of groceries Paige had ordered in the few hours she had alone here. She shuts the door behind herself and slings Azzi’s backpack off to the side with the suitcases. She doesn’t have enough time to lock the door before there are arms wrapping tightly around her.
Paige grins as she moves to hug Azzi back. The girl buries her face into the crook of Paige’s neck, nose and mouth pressed against the skin there. The hug is different from the one in the airport. A little less careful, a little sleepier. Azzi presses herself far into Paige and the older girl is quick to do the same. It isn’t the hug of two girls pretending to be friends in a public area. It’s of two girls who are in love. Paige’s arms circle Azzi’s waist warmly. She moves her head slightly to press a kiss against the side of Azzi’s scalp. The girl hums softly against her skin.
They say nothing for a few minutes. The crickets that can make sound that gets through the walls fill the space of their silence. Azzi feels wholly relaxed against Paige, who slips one of her hands up the hem of her hoodie and starts drawing spiraling shapes along her bare skin. Azzi sighs into her. Paige can feel her losing energy, can feel her entire body starting to melt so far into her it’s almost like Paige is the one holding both of them up. “You can’t fall asleep standing up, baby,” Paige murmurs close to her ear.
Azzi huffs softly into her neck. Her breath is warm on Paige’s skin in a comforting way. She tightens the arm that’s still around her waist a little to hold her closer, feel the heat of her body and the rise and fall of her chest and the way her lashes tickle her neck slightly when she blinks. “‘m not, don’t even…accuse me of that.” Her words are muffled and entirely unconvincing. Sleep is thick in her voice.
Paige laughs quietly. Azzi nuzzles farther into her neck, face slipping until it’s her eyes pressed against Paige’s skin instead of her mouth. Her fatigue is obvious. It’s like a scent Paige can pick off of her. She flattens her hand against her back and rubs over the skin in an attempt to warm a little bit more life into her. “You sound pretty sleepy. D’you want food before we go to bed?” She pairs the question with another soft press of her lips against her hair.
Azzi groans. Paige tries not to laugh at the sound, at the way it collects itself in the fabric of her hoodie and warms her chest. Azzi moves her hands so one of them is resting against the back of Paige’s neck. Her eyes are still hidden by Paige’s shoulder. Her hand is solid on Paige’s skin and the way her fingers press into her makes her feel warm. “Yeah. Do we have food?”
Paige rubs Azzi’s back again. The nobs of her spine are smoothed by the palm of Paige’s hand. She knows the answer she has is not one Azzi will like. “Like…kinda? I DoorDashed stuff to make a grilled cheese ‘cause I really wanted one earlier.” She’s already fighting a grimace as she says the words.
Azzi lifts her head off of Paige. She leans back just far enough to look Paige in the eye. Hers are blurry with sleep, brows furrowed a little. Her lips are almost pouty. Paige wants to lean forward and bite her. Her arms are still around Paige’s neck. “P, babe, a grilled cheese is not a balanced meal.” She blinks lazily at her while she says it. Her skin wears fatigue along it like a coating.
She moves her hands from where they are against Azzi’s waist and back, threading them in the space between Azzi’s own arms to reach up and settle her hands against her face. Her skin is warm and she immediately softens impossibly farther at the touch. Paige smooths her hands along the sides of her hairline once to brush away her baby hairs before settling them against her cheeks. “I also got carrots. That’s a vegetable. Good for my stomach and my eyes.” She wags her eyebrows and smiles. Azzi scoffs a laugh, trying to drop her head away. She just presses her face farther into Paige’s hands. “D’you wanna grilled cheese and some carrots? Or I can order something for you.”
Azzi sighs quietly, still grinning. “No, yeah, I’ll…take the sandwich, I guess.” Paige hums before leaning forward and pressing a single kiss against her forehead. Azzi’s hands drop from around her neck. Paige pulls away to kick her shoes off and walk towards the kitchen. Azzi copies her actions, though slower. The food Paige had ordered is spread around the kitchen between the refrigerator and the countertops. She starts to pull a pan out of one of the cabinets. “You eat like a toddler and it stresses me out sometimes.”
Paige turns around herself to scowl at Azzi, though a smile cuts so cleanly through the look that she doesn’t think it could possibly hold any weight. Azzi is walking back towards her with soft steps and hands stuffed into the pocket of her hoodie. The burner clicks on under Paige’s hand. “That’s literally- bro, I did everything right, I literally have a vegetable and dairy and carbs. And fat from the butter. And- is grains the other category? That’s in bread. I have everything, it’s a balanced meal. We’re chilling.” She smiles at Azzi as she moves away to grab food.
Azzi hums a little and it sounds like disagreement. “Carbs and fat aren’t categories of food. Protein is one. So is fruit.” Paige grabs the bread and the butter and the cheese and wanders back towards the stovetop. She rolls her eyes at Azzi’s words. Azzi just sighs at her. The flame licking at the bottom of the pan isn’t warm enough yet to warrant Paige starting to cook the sandwich, so she just turns around to look at Azzi. “At least the bread is whole wheat,” she says.
She’s leaning up against the island, hands back and bracing herself on the edge of the counter. There’s a smile wiping itself across her entire face. Her dimples press themselves into the tender flesh of her cheeks and her eyes are slimmed to crescents. Paige mimics the expression back. She’s so sweet and so soft and Paige starts stepping towards her. “Bruh, flame me one more time and ‘m not making you dinner.” Azzi just laughs quietly before Paige siddles up in front of her, hands finding her hips, thumbs brushing softly at the area over the fabric of her pants.
Azzi gives in first. Still leaning against the counter, she reaches her hands up to Paige’s face and pulls her in to kiss her, Paige immediately softening into the action. It isn’t heated or messy. Their lips meet and it’s soft and familiar and Paige can feel every part of her body smoothing into nothing but a warm hum. Her hands settle a little more firmly against her hips. They’re slow as they kiss and Paige basks in it. Her tongue drags along Azzi’s mouth. Azzi sighs into her.
They’re there for a while before Azzi pulls away, moving to press a small peck to the corner of Paige’s mouth before using her hands to gently move Paige’s face away from hers. Paige feels fuzzy. She grins at Azzi when she’s far enough away from her to catch her eye. “You’re gonna burn the whole building down if you aren’t careful with the stove,” she says quietly, her own eyes shining and a little blown as she speaks. Her lips are slicked with spit. Paige unthinkingly licks her own.
She laughs quietly. Azzi thumbs over the sides of her face again. Paige feels like putty against her hands, the way they’re broad against her skin and smooth a soft warmth into her. “Damn. Can’t believe ‘m getting cockblocked by my stove.” She leans forward to press a last kiss against Azzi’s lips before stepping away to get back to the stovetop. Her face slips from Azzi’s grasp. She misses the feeling.
The burner is clicking rhythmically at her, blue heat dancing beneath the pan and swiping its tongue against the griddle. She reaches to slice a knife through the butter she brought out. She can sense Azzi taking a few steps after her more than she can see it. “Also, wait, I know it’s been…a while, but can we just sleep tonight? ‘m gonna fall asleep after eating. Like, ‘m really gonna wanna fuck you in the morning, but I don’t think I’ll be able to stay awake tonight.” Her voice is quiet, but not ashamed. Just sleepy.
Paige glances over her shoulder. Azzi is standing a foot behind her, just watching her from the halfway point between the island and the counter. “Of course, mama, yeah,” she murmurs, abandoning the knife and raising her arm to invite Azzi into another hug. The younger girl immediately takes the offer, stepping forward and tucking herself into Paige’s side. Paige wraps her arm around her shoulder. “D’you want me to jus’ take care of you? You won’t have to do anything. It’ll make you sleep better.”
Azzi’s arms circle Paige’s waist and she tucks her forehead under the corner of Paige’s jaw, head turning to look at the stovetop. Paige smiles softly to herself. They never can go too long without touching. “‘m gonna go to bed sad if I cum and you don’t. I don’t wanna blueball you.” Paige starts to rub her arm up and down Azzi’s arm, moving to try and cut a sliver of butter with her left hand. It’s unsteady. The movements aren’t natural. She bites the inside of her cheek.
The butter is cold as she starts to push the dull blade of the knife through it. “Don’t worry ‘bout me. If you don’t want to, though, we don’t have to, obviously.” The fat is sliced through. It sticks to the knife because of how tacky its chill has made it. She moves it and presses it against the bottom of the pan. It starts melting immediately, small crackles joining quiet chirping. Azzi sighs against her. Paige’s hand continues to soothe her through the sleeve of her hoodie.
“Let’s just wait. ‘m not letting the first time we fuck in Dallas this season being while ‘m half-asleep.” Paige laughs quietly at this. Azzi exhales a similar sound. Paige tries to work her way around missing an entire arm as she continues to hold Azzi close to herself and tries to open the bread clip with one hand to drop a piece of bread into the puddle of butter she’s creating. Azzi only allows this to go on for a few moments before she’s laughing. “Dude, just stop hugging me if it’s…impeding your ability to cook this bad. You can’t make a grilled cheese with just your left hand.”
Paige scoffs. Finally gets the bread clip off, watches as the baby blue piece of plastic flings itself off of the plastic covering of the bread and lands helplessly somewhere on the floor. Azzi laughs again. “Yes, I literally can. You wanna bet?” She cranes her head back a little to try and look at her girlfriend. She can feel the way her eyes are shining. Azzi stays where she is, looking forward, head not angled in a way Paige can catch her eye.
“No, ‘cause it’s my grilled cheese on the line.” She pairs this with a final sigh and a retracting of her arms around Paige. The blonde misses the contact almost immediately. She fakes a dramatic pout, watching as Azzi wanders towards the fridge. Paige uses her newly freed limb to start pulling a piece of bread out but consequently blinds herself as she stays staring at the younger girl. “‘m gonna pull out the carrots. You’re gonna eat some of ‘em with me.”
Paige scoffs again. She turns back to the stovetop, watching as the butter welcomes the soft piece of bread in with a muffling of its crackles and a warm scent. The package of cheese is her next target. “What’re you, my mom?” It’s mumbled almost completely under her breath. Azzi still snorts at it from inside the fridge. Paige can’t help but smile at the sound despite herself.
Azzi’s sandwich cooks quickly. Paige can hear the snap of her eating a few baby carrots as she waits for it and it makes her laugh a little. She sits at the island behind her and they talk as Paige digs around for a spatula to flip it the grilled cheese, as she searches for a plate in their cabinets, as she lets the pan and sandwich cool and starts to put things back where she grabbed them from. She slices it in half diagonally before sliding it across the island to Azzi, who looks at her with eyes that are incredibly tired again and a small smile that presses her undereyes up and thins her irises.
“Thanks,” she says softly, pulling the plate towards her. Paige just smiles at her and leans over the counter. She watches as Azzi picks up half of the sandwich and bites into it. The warm light of the kitchen splashes down and shines on her skin as her jaw works, entire face almost lazy. She blinks up at Paige. The older girl starts to round the island to sit with her. “We’re not doing anything tomorrow, right?”
Paige hums. “I don’t think so. We should prolly, like, get the apartment more ready to live in. ‘Cause I tried before I went and got you, but we still need to do more stuff.” The chair next to Azzi’s drags its legs along the ground as she pulls it out. Azzi almost immediately moves to be sitting sideways in her chair to face Paige. She likes the simple intimacy of the action.
“Like grocery shopping,” Azzi says almost pointedly. She raises her grilled cheese back to her mouth and takes a bite from it. Her dimples poke out at Paige as she chews; she’s smiling. It makes Paige mimic the expression.
“Like grocery shopping,” Paige agrees. Azzi glances up at her from under her lashes. She thinks it’s meant to be a look of amusement, but Paige notices nothing about it other than how pretty she looks like this, skin slightly puffy and hair slightly messy and so wholly soft and vulnerable as she eats her sandwich and tries not to fall asleep sitting at the kitchen counter. “But I changed the sheets on the bed ‘n stuff. And washed most of the dishes and wiped down the counters.”
Azzi’s smile widens slightly at this. “That’s good,” She reaches into the bag of baby carrots and pulls out two. She silently holds one out to Paige. Paige takes it from where she pinches it between two fingers, taking a bite of it without a second thought. Azzi looks pleased with this. “Oh, also, KK said she’s coming through Dallas in a few days. I meant to text you that after I got off the plane to see if you had seen that. She wants to hang out.” The snap of another bite of carrot.
Paige swallows. “Oh, yeah, I think I saw that text while I was driving. Forgot to talk to you about that. We need to reply.” Azzi hums softly. Silence finds them both again. Paige looks down at her fingernails, the skin around them bitten raw. She picks at the cuticle of her thumb. Something in her shifts slightly, less like a tight twist and more like a heavy rolling over. “I miss her,” she says.
Azzi laughs a little. Paige glances at her, face soft, mouth slightly curved with a smile. “She definitely misses you, too.” She leans over her plate to take another bite of her sandwich. Paige watches as her jaw works, eyelids slightly heavy, face lax with a gentle happiness. She swallows and her throat bobs a little with it. “‘m glad everything’s, like, good with her. ‘m excited for her to come to Dallas.”
Paige’s smile grows slightly on her face. “Yeah, me too,” she says quietly, agreeing with both statements. She’s glad KK is coming to visit them, that she gets to spend time again with someone she was so close to in college. And she’s glad, too, that they’re close again. That the year Paige had spent forcing herself away from Azzi - and by association, KK - hadn’t hammered a permanent break into their friendship. She had been collateral Paige wasn’t really ready to give up. She’s glad she has her back.
Azzi finishes her grilled cheese, conversation trading itself between them occasionally. It’s mainly just quiet. Paige likes it. She likes how the night is smothering them, how the windows are dark save for a few harsh street lamps from a few blocks away, how the lamp and the few overhead kitchen lights let them bask in something warmer than that. Paige thinks she can see Azzi nearly nodding off to sleep again right where she sits as she’s eating. It’s cute in a way that makes Paige hide a laugh.
She gets up eventually, grabbing her plate and the baby carrots. Paige will not really miss them. Azzi passes the sink first and drops her plate into it, then wanders to the fridge. “I need to get my stuff from my backpack so I can get ready for bed. I’ll actually unpack tomorrow.” The words are nearly mumbled. Paige barely hears them over the quiet hum of the open refrigerator, the muffled creaking of the crickets that sit outside.
“Yeah, I didn’t really unpack, either,” Paige says. The fridge doors shut. Azzi turns around to look at her. There’s a soft smile on her face, features dragging up at the corners while at the same time lowering with fatigue. Paige slips off of her stool at the kitchen island. “We can just get everything done tomorrow.” Azzi starts walking around the island and back towards Paige. Paige grins at her.
“We just sleep today,” she says quietly. Paige nods in silent confirmation at this. Azzi steps forward and tucks herself into Paige’s front again, wrapping her into another sleepy hug. Her face presses itself into the crook of Paige’s neck. The blonde girl sighs softly into the other girl’s hair. Azzi almost buzzes with a quiet sort of warmth that is already very effective at lulling Paige to sleep.
They stay there for a few moments longer before parting, Azzi walking back towards her stuff to grab her backpack. She carries it into the bedroom and drops it on the floor before unzipping one of the pockets and pulling out a plastic bag of toiletries. She pulls out another one made of fabric, a nice Vera Bradley one Paige remembers buying for her a few months ago. She tries not to smile too hard at the familiar sight and instead walks into the bathroom with her girlfriend.
They stand very close to each other while brushing their teeth over the sink. Paige, if she had to justify it, would simply explain that it was because there’s only one sink, so they naturally have to be standing in front of it with their sides pressed as far together as possible. It’s not the truth, though, and she also doesn’t have to justify it to anyone other than herself and Azzi. They’re just that close together because they like it. “Stop hitting me with your arm,” Azzi mutters thickly around a mouthful of toothpaste.
Paige looks at her in the mirror. Azzi is already looking back at her, brows furrowed but her mouth curved even while her toothbrush is in her mouth. Paige pulls her own out of her mouth. “‘m not hitting you, you’re…running into my arm.” She speaks oddly to try and not let any of the froth of toothpaste slip out of her mouth.
Azzi’s eyebrows furrow farther at her at this. Paige tries not to laugh, instead sticking her toothbrush back in her mouth and brushing more in silence. “How does that even work? You’re the one moving your arm back and forth.” Azzi turns to look at her in person as she says this. Paige glances over at her. She looks almost strict, but once again, there’s that soft sparkle in it that makes Paige want to grin widely at her.
“Oh my God, fine, guess I’ll just kill myself and go brush my teeth in the kitchen sink ‘cause you don’t love me,” she laments, dropping her shoulders in a display of overdramatic sadness and pretending to take a step towards the door to leave the bathroom. She can hear Azzi laugh through her toothpaste, can feel her reaching out quickly and grabbing her wrist.
Paige looks back. Azzi is fully grinning now, toothbrush sticking out of her mouth, toothpaste smearing the corners of it. “No, stop, I do love you.” Paige can barely decipher what she’s saying. She has to choke down a laugh to avoid spitting her own toothpaste everywhere, stepping back towards Azzi by the sink. “I’d rather have you hit me with your arm than you leave,” the brunette says, batting her lashes at Paige. She says it so softly Paige almost thinks it’s truly romantic.
“You’re drooling toothpaste,” she says after a moment. Azzi’s brows furrow again. Paige really can’t help herself from laughing this time, turning to lean over the sink as she spits into the basin of it. She reaches forward and turns the water on to wash it away as she does so, running her toothbrush under the stream.
Azzi leans forward and spits into the sink, too. “I hate you,” she grumbles when her mouth isn’t full of spit and toothpaste. She wipes at the corners of her mouth and runs her hand under the water above Paige’s toothbrush so the water is dirty by the time it reaches Paige. She doesn’t care. She just laughs, tapping her toothbrush against the edge of the sink and then setting it in the holder.
Paige straightens back up. Azzi sends her a pointed look out of the corner of her eye. Paige looks at her in the mirror. She’s fighting a large grin, eyes sparkling, lips pursed. “Yup, love you, too, babe.” She leans to the side and presses a kiss against the high point of Azzi’s cheek bone. Her skin is warm on her lips and she feels Azzi almost press her face a little closer to Paige’s as if to imprint the kiss farther into herself.
Paige grins at her through the mirror when she pulls away. Azzi wipes off her mouth one more time and then shuts off the sink. “My skin is minty now,” she mumbles. Paige just laughs a little. Leans forward again, presses another kiss against a similar spot. She feels Azzi’s fingers, a little cold and a little wet, find her jaw. She uses her hand to turn Paige’s head slightly until they’re facing each other. Azzi kisses her, soft and quick, and Paige still finds time to melt into her a little. Azzi smiles at her when it’s over.
They finish getting ready and then walk back into Paige’s bedroom, not even bothering to turn on the light. The darkness hugs them as they crawl into her bed. The mattress accepts their weight easily, sheets made and pillows waiting for them. They curl into each other immediately. Azzi is wearing one of Paige’s t-shirts. Paige is wearing a t-shirt she doesn’t remember who owned originally. It doesn’t matter. It’s spent time in both of their closets over the course of their time together, both as friends and as more. Its origin isn’t as important as what it is for them now; something easily traded back and forth.
They’re quiet in bed. Azzi is absent mindedly littering kisses so light Paige almost thinks she’s hallucinating them against the skin of her neck every few minutes. It makes her smile with her eyes closed. “I missed you,” Azzi mumbles into her chest after a while of laying together in silence. Paige hums quietly to agree without words. Azzi sighs softly. “I just love you so much.” Her voice is quiet and tender and it makes Paige open her eyes a little.
She doesn’t know how she ever went so long without her. She doesn’t know how she spent eight years pretending to just be friends, how she spent an entire year without any contact. “I love you more,” she murmurs into the silk of her bonnet. The words carry her entire heart with them and she thinks Azzi can sense this. She presses another kiss into Paige’s skin, a little longer than the earlier ones had been. Paige exhales softly and smiles into the dark. “G’night, Az.”
Azzi sighs again. It’s relaxed and comfortable and a sound Paige likes, a sound that drags her closer and closer to the yawning mouth of unconsciousness. “Night, Paigey.” The words collect themselves in the hollow of Paige’s throat and drip down her chest, warming her entire being. Her eyes slip shut again. Her mouth keeps its soft upwards curve to it even as she slowly slips away to sleep, her and Azzi’s breathing finding an even rhythm together.
It’s her third time arriving in Dallas for the beginning of the season. Her third April opening the door to her apartment and breathing in the dust that has collected on the surfaces like a disease. But it’s her first one where she gets to do this happily, her first one where she isn’t numb or full of dread or so incredibly depressed it’s a miracle she’s still standing. It’s her first time coming to Dallas and feeling light on her feet and grinning as she settles into her bed.
Because it’s her first time coming to Dallas that she has Azzi. Really, truly has her, in the way she’s yearned for since she was a teenager. It’s her first time landing in the airport and then driving back to pick up Azzi only a few hours later. It’s her first time walking into her apartment and watching Azzi walk in after her with a normalness they’re both used to. It’s her first time settling into her bed for the first night of the year and feeling Azzi’s weight settle next to her, skin warm as she reaches out to hold Paige, voice soft as she whispers “goodnight” and “I love you” into her chest.
It’s her first time she gets to come to Dallas and love Azzi and have Azzi love her back. It warms her in a way the southern sun never could.
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synopsis: curiosity got the best of the two girls causing them to start practicing on each other in the bedroom.
includes: inexperienced! Paige x inexperienced! Azzi. Praise kink (and validation), dirty talk, slight mommy kink, a little bit of dom Azzi. (she’s a tease & runs her mouth) strap sucking, dom paige, semi public smut (in the kitchen), spit play, daddy kink, hair pulling and some sexting. Along with a little bit of spanking. mention of squirting, um and I think that’s it💀
wc: 6.4k
notes: this also contains best friends to lovers, idiots in love. lowkey fwb but they are both helplessly down bad for each other. + they get their shit together at the end. Please tell me you're thoughts in my inbox or the comment section. I also skimmed over this when I was proofreading / editing this so im sorry for any mistakes!
“Do you ever wonder if girls actually feel things when they scissor?” Azzi asked, breaking the silence between her and Paige. She cocked her head to the side to look at the blonde while she spoke with a curious look on her face.
Paige snapped her head over at Azzi with a full shock expression plastered on her face, “Azzi what the fuc—,” she was cut off by the brunette who groaned.
“I’m just curious, to know like do girls actually feel something?”
The blonde blinked once, her eyebrows were frowned like she was rethinking life and this whole conversation. “No wait because I’ve lowkey been thinking that too,” Paige finally managed to say.
The brunette nodded her head, “exactly like that has been on my mind this whole day,” Azzi told her. Soon after the room had become quiet from both of the girl’s being deep into their thoughts.
Azzi picked at her nails silently hoping that Paige would say at least something—anything even. Just to make the awkward silence go away.
“Has it been on your mind because you like girls or are you just curious in general?,” Paige asked. Confusion filled her voice. Even though she and Azzi have been close since they were teenagers they have never talked about their love life to each other despite how weird and confusing it sounded.
Azzi laughed at Paige’s question, “I like girls Paige. I thought it was pretty obvious,” she said with a small smile on her face. Telling her best friend honestly lifted weight off of her shoulders in a way. She had never really told anyone that she liked girls well except her family.
“It kinda was but I wasn’t gonna assume anything you know,” the blonde explained, not looking away from the brunette’s beautiful brown eyes while she spoke.
A faint color of blush colored Paige’s face at the familiar look Azzi was giving Paige that was only meant for her to see.
“Have you ever been intimate with a girl before?” Paige asked.
The brunette shook her head, “no but it’s kinda embarrassing to admit it to someone considering we are in college.” She said with a shrug her body shivered at her words from making herself cringe.
“Yeah I haven’t either so you're not alone az,” Paige said letting out a small giggle. She reached her hand out to grab Azzi’s using the tips of her fingers to outline the veins that were on display from the heat.
“We could always practice with each other, you know.” The blonde added not even thinking twice about the words that came out of her mouth she just said it.
Paige’s words made Azzi’s spine straighten up instantly. “What?” She was caught off guard with how fast this conversation had turned into.
The blonde rubbed the back of her neck while she spoke, “well since we haven’t experienced intimate stuff with anyone how about we experience things together but like in baby steps if that makes sense.”
Azzi bit her lip hard while she thought long and hard. “Okay I mean I trust you Paige but baby steps remember we can go slow and rush anything.”
“Of course,” Paige responded, placing a small peck onto Azzi’s cheek out of love and affection not intimacy. The brunette's face scrunched up at the sensation letting out a small giggle while she leaned into the touch.
“Just promise that you will tell me if anything that happens makes you uncomfortable okay. I want your—our first experiences to be good and not uncomfortable.” The blonde said softly, placing another kiss onto the brunette's cheek before she pulled away.
Azzi hummed, “okay I promise,” she told her leaning over to press a kiss directly onto the tip of the blonde's nose, laughing at Paige’s expression flustered when she had pulled away.
| confessions & first kiss
It has been a week since Paige and Azzi had that conversation. There was no awkwardness between them really, just a few lingering touches and stares that had them both wanting to jump at each other's bones.
After a long week filled with exams and tests Azzi found herself back in Paige’s room with her legs in the blondes lap letting out a small hum in acknowledgment when Paige started rubbing her legs.
Azzi sided eyed Paige went she felt the girl trail her hand up to her thigh needing at the flesh with her palm while she scrolled on tik tok with her other hand. “You’re not slick Bueckers,” Azzi said, narrowing her eyes at the blonde who grinned.
“What do you mean? I’m just massaging your leg,” Paige said desperately trying to hold in her laugh afterwards.
The brunette cocked her head to the side. “Your hand is literally on my inner thigh which is fine but at least massage it.” She sassed and this time Paige laughed at her words.
Paige nodded her head, “ sorry mama my bad,” she said before she started to massage the brunette's inner thigh with her hand.
“Did you just call me mama?”
The blonde's heart sank to her stomach. “Fuck sorry I didn—“ Azzi had cut Paige off before she could continue talking over her words out of fear.
“No, don't be sorry, I like it. Keep calling me that,” Azzi reassured her, pressing down a big fat kiss on Paige’s cheek that she loved so much.
She loved everything about her ‘best friend’ not just her face or her muscles or even her stupid cocky personality.
Paige’s face was now a dark red color, “okay,” she said before she swallowed a huge lump in her throat. Paige let out a shaky breath and shook her head a little to clear her mind.
She was starting to think Azzi’s presence all together was making her mind fuzzy causing her to not think right. That was totally the reason why she slipped up.
The brunette moved her body to Paige making them be shoulder to shoulder while she rested her chin on the blonde's shoulder blade. “I like how easily I can make you flustered,” she confessed pressing a soft kiss into the side of Paige’s neck that was on display.
“I know you do. I see how you smirk every time I blush,” Paige groaned, trying to ignore the butterflies that were swarming in her stomach.
To distract herself from the burning sensation that was coming from her face she continued scrolling on her phone tilting it to the side a little so that Azzi could watch the video’s with her.
Azzi rested her head more onto Paige’s shoulder taking in deep inhales of Paige’s scent. She smelled like clean laundry and a faint smell of cologne that she used earlier this morning.
“You smell good,” she mumbled and just before she could close her eyes to doze off a sudden rush of energy burst through Paige.
“Thank you mama and I just thought of the best idea ever,” Paige said with a huge smile on her face. A sparkle of mischief filled her eyes despite how excited the blonde was.
“What is it?,” Azzi asked quietly, completely opposite of how Paige was talking.
“We should play a game where we ask each other questions and if you don’t answer the question you have to take off a piece of clothing,” Paige said, wiggling her eyebrows with a smug look on her face.
She knocked her shoulder with Azzi’s and her nose scrunched up at the brunette. Paige had nodded her head a little as if she was agreeing with herself that her idea was the best one yet.
The brunette's eyes widened a little, before she smirked. “I think you just want to see me in a bra. Is this your excuse so you can see me half naked?” Azzi asked playfully, loving how she watched as Paige instantly froze at her words.
“Fuck how did you know?” Paige playfully groaned out earning a laugh from the other girl. “Nah, but on a serious note I think It would be a fun game to play so we can learn more about each other.”
Azzi cocked her head to the side while her eyebrow arched, “oh do you mean—,” she was cut off by Paige humming.
“Yes I’m talking about things you wanna do like intimate wise, boundaries, and also things you want to experience since we are going to be doing it together.” Paige explained swallowing a big lump in her throat after when the brunette had gone silent.
The silence made Paige turn her head to Azzi making eye contact with the brunette's eyes who were filled with love and affection, “you’re so cute Paige but I still think you are using this as an excuse to see me half naked.”
A grin stretched across the blonde's face, “that’s a bonus to this game but I just don’t want to mess anything up while we are…experimenting,” she said trying to find the right word for it.
Azzi nodded her head, “yeah your right do you wanna go first?,” she asked, which was stupid considering she already knew the answer to her question.
“Obviously,” Paige said playfully, rolling her eyes before she moved away from Azzi so that now they were sitting across from each other and not beside each other.
The blonde tapped on her chin while she thought to herself thinking of a question to ask Azzi. “What is something that turns you on?” She asked, biting her bottom lip as she stared at the brunette.
“Hands. Big and veiny hands, next question,” Azzi said quickly, her eyes instantly shot down to Paige’s hands admiring the way they looked under the fluorescent lighting.
Paige followed Azzi’s eyes looking down at her hands, “do you mean my hands?” She asked, flexing them a little and smirked at how Azzi had instantly blushed at the motion.
Azzi squeezed her legs together, “I think you already know the answer to that,” she said softly, making the blondes smirk on her face grow even more. She then cleared her throat, “okay my turn. What is a sex toy you want me to use on you when we start experiencing?” Azzi asked.
The blonde blinked a little before she let off a nervous laugh, “probably a vibrator,” she finally said when she found the courage to even speak.
The brunette’s eyes dilated at the sentence, “how would you want me to use it on you?,” she asked, fully interested in what Paige was telling her.
Her mind raced with scenarios of Paige moaning her name with a vibrator in between her legs making them tremble. God, she would pay money to see that sight alone.
Paige held eye contact with Azzi while she spoke, “I want you to hold me down. Then overstimulate me with the toy and make me cry while you talk me through it.” She said the tension in the room was so much that she could basically feel it. I wonder how her lips would taste on mine, Paige thought licking her lips.
“Holy fuck,” Azzi mumbled under her breath, squeezing her legs more together.
“Got you flustered mama?” Paige asked, wiggling her eyebrows acting like she wasn’t flustered as well. She laughed when Azzi groaned at her.
Azzi let out a cough, “okay next question. Would you ever let me use a strap on you?,” Azzi asked, to which to a response to her answer Paige instantly took off her shirt giving Azzi a full few of her black nike sports bra while her face was a bright red color.
The brunette cocked out a laugh, “damn you really don't want me to strap you down?,” she teased, just wanting to see Paige get even more flustered. Her eyes instantly dropped to the blonde’s chest, licking her lips at the sight of Paige’s nipples hardened against the fabric of her bra.
Paige clocked Azzi immediately but she didn’t stop the girl. Instead she moved her hair that was covering some of her sports bra behind her shoulders so Azzi could have an even better view.
“I do. I just can't admit that to you right now,” she mumbled under her breath, causing the brunette’s spine to straighten up from hearing every word that came out of Paige’s mouth.
“Would you ever let me strap you down?”
Azzi didn’t even have to think about the question before she answered, “oh of course. Would love it actually,” she replied. Confidence filled her voice causing Paige to become even wetter from her boldness. “Would you ever let me eat you out as practice?,” Azzi asked, changing the subject.
The blonde’s cheeks flushed and her ears rang. Please, is what Paige wanted to say. Shit she would spread her legs wide open right now and allow Azzi to do whatever she wanted to her.
“Mhm,” Paige hummed, not being able to find her words nor did she even have the strength to even talk, her mind was too busy imagining how Azzi would look in between her legs with her tongue deep in her cunt.
“Ive been dying to taste you.” Azzi said, looking at the girl in front of her like she wanted to devour her. (She did)
Paige’s throat bobbed, is it getting hot in here? She thought feeling all icky and sweaty. She squeezed her legs together again for the fourth time in a row. Paige's heart had fallen to her chest when she caught Azzi’s eyes that were filled with desire and a hint of lust.
“Yeah?,” Paige rasped out. She could feel herself crumbling under Azzi’s gaze.
Azzi nodded her head moving up to crawl over to Pige being on her hands and knees while she leaned in close to Paige’s face. “Yeah, the thought of tasting you has been on my mind forever. I can't wait until I get to have you in my mouth with your legs wrapped around my head,” she said looking into Paige’s eyes before her eyes moved down to the blonde’s lips tracing them with her eyes.
The brunette could feel the light sensation of the air coming out of Paige’s nose on her lips. “I wanna kiss you so badly,” azzi added, biting her bottom lip trying to ignore the way the back of her throat itched to have her lips on Paige’s.
“So then kiss me.”
Azzi instantly leaned more forward towards Paige’s face when she got the go ahead. She interlocked her lips with Paige’s kissing the blonde slowly and taking her time. Her shoulders relaxed at the feeling, moving one of her hands to grab at Paige’s knee to hold herself steady while she kissed.
Paige moaned into Azzi’s mouth grabbing at the side of the girl's face while the kiss deepened. The kiss was a little sloppy. This was the first time both of the girls had ever kissed anyone but they soon began to follow each other's lead which made it so much easier.
The brunette laughed when Paige chased after her lips with a pout when she pulled away. “Did I do good, like kissing wise.” Azzi asked.
“Hmm I think I’m gonna need another kiss before I can make up my mind,” Paige said, making the brunette giggle.
Azzi playfully rolled her eyes before she grabbed onto the side of Paige’s face bringing the girl into another slow and passionate kiss. She smirked when Paige moaned into her mouth again the sound alone boosted her ego from making those kinda sounds come out of Paige’s mouth.
“You’re a good kisser,” Paige said, a little dazed from how Azzi’s lips tasted in hers. She lips her lips while her half hooded eyes looked up at Azzi.
“Thank you, you're not so bad yourself,” the brunette laughed at the groan that left Paige’s mouth.
| practicing eating pussy
Azzi and Paige laid cuddling up on the coach. The new season of Love Island played on the tv while they munched on the popcorn that was in Paige’s lap.
“He’s ugly,” Azzi mumbled underneath her breath out of nowhere while her face scrunched up in disgust. She was referring to the gym who was on the screen shirtless trying to hit on another girl in the villa.
Paige nodded her head, “yeah he’s very ugly,” she was completely locked in on the reality tv show in front of them. She wrapped her arm for tightener around Azzi’s waist, smoothing the girl until she was completely sitting on top of her with her head in Paige’s chest.
The brunette hummed snuggling her nose into Paige’s shirt and closed her eyes when Paige started to rub her back, drawing sharps on her skin and running up and down her spine.
The two girls fell into a comfortable silence for about ten minutes until Azzi had randomly opened her mouth, “have you ever wondered what pussy tasted like?”
Paige coughed hard, completely caught off guard with the question as a whole. “Where did this come from?,” she asked with an eyebrow raise.
Azzi laughed, “I’m just curious,” she said with a shrug.
The two fell silent again mainly because Paige was biting back her words, “do you wanna practice eating me out?” Paige finally asked looking up at Azzi from the brunette sitting up from her chest because of her words.
The brunette bit her lip, “I mean if you're okay with it,” she trailed off feeling her heart pound in her chest. Lord this is awkward, Azzi thought to herself. She licked her lips imagining it was Paige’s slick that was on them.
“Of course mama just go slow okay?” Paige said moving on the couch a little so she could take off her sweats and boxers. When she was completely bare from the waist down she clamped her legs together hard out of embarrassment and from someone seeing her like this for the first time.
“Okay I promise. Can you spread your legs out more for me please babe,” Azzi told her, before she scooched her body more down on the coach getting herself situated in between the blonde’s legs that were now spread open wide. Azzi’s hands moved to where she was gripping the outsides of Paige’s thighs hovering her face over the girl’s pussy while she just stared at it in awe.
Azzi bit her lip hard looking up at Paige through her lashes with a grin before she started talking, “it’s so pretty,” she rasped out before she blowed on the girl’s cunt lightly her eyes zoned in on how Paige’s entrance clenched around nothing and her folds started to become drenched in her slick. The brunette’s throat bobbed and watered from wanting the taste of Paige in her mouth.
“What’s so pretty?" Paige asked, confused on what Azzi was talking about. Her head was tilted to the side a little while she looked down at Azzi making eye contact with the girl who was in between her legs.
The brunette smirked, “you’re pussy. It’s beautiful,” she explained, causing Paige’s eyes to budge out of her head.
Paige’s face turned a dark cinnamon color. Her breath stuttered a little as she looked away from the brunette’s heated gaze. She needed a minute to regain herself because Azzi comments were making her brain mushy and making her head spin.
Azzi pouted at Paige’s action, “no babe i want you to look at me while I eat you out,” she whined, bringing the blonde’s attention back in between her legs. “Good girl,” she added when Paige had instantly followed her instructions.
Another grin stretched across Azzi’s face when she watched the way Paige’s body shivered from her words. “You got a praise kink honey?,” she teased. The question was kinda stupid considering the way Paige’s entrance clenched hard around nothing from her words and from how another wave of arousal spilled out of her hole.
“Arent you supposed to be practicing eating me out?” Paige snapped bucking her hip more up to Azzi’s face out of impatientness.
Azzi laughed before she moved her face closer to Paige’s cunt, sticking her tongue out and licking slowly from the girl’s folds all the way up to her clit. She pressed an open mouth kiss onto the bundle of nerves leaving spit behind before she pulled away causing Paige to whine.
“Did that feel good?” Azzi asked licking her lips which made her eyes dilate a little at the taste of Paige. Fuck she tasted good, she thought.
Paige nodded her head fast, “yes holy fuck—keep going please,” she begged running her hands through her hair before she spreaded her legs out even more wider to give Azzi all the space she needed.
The brunette instantly shoved her face back into Paige’s pussy lapping at the girl's clit before she trailed downwards to the blonde's bare folds, licking up all the slick the girl had to offer.
The blonde moaned and her back arched off the couch. She bucked her hips forward chasing after Azzi’s tongue while making sounds that she couldn’t hold back even if she tried to come out of her mouth. “Fuck—how are you so good at that?”
Azzi pulled back looking up at Paige with a questionable look, “good at what?” She asked.
“Moving your tongue like that. I think you’re lying about not having experience for real because holy fuck,” Paige said being dead serious but Azzi still laughed at her words.
“Are you saying I’m making you feel good?”
“Good is an understatement. Now keep going please It feels amazing mama,” Paige begged again. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when the brunette followed her instructions by bringing her clit back into her mouth and sucked like her life depended on it.
“Oh fuck mommy–just like that–yesyes,” Paige whimpered feeling her abs tighten at the way Azzi played with her clit.
Azzi hummed into Paige’s clit at the nickname, squeezing her own legs together to help sooth the throbbing pain that was coming from in between them. She pulled back, moving one of her hands to rub the blonde’s bundle of nerves in a circular motion while she watched the way Paige’s clit pulsed from the stimulation.
“Does this feel good?,” Azzi asked, wanting to double check that Paige was enjoying what she was doing. She soon ran her tongue back onto Paige’s pussy, flattening her tongue while she flicked the girl’s clit with the tip of her tongue.
“Mhm,” Paige hummed, moving her hand down to play with Azzi’s tucking a few strands behind her ear. She tugged a little at the hairs at the base of Azzi’s neck which made her body instantly shudder from how the brunette moaned into her pussy at the feeling. “Fuck, you like your hair being pulled?” Paige asked, looking down at Azzi with a smug look on her face.
The brunette nodded her head into Paige cunt, attaching her mouth back onto the girl’s heat as her eyes rolled back from the taste of the blonde on her taste buds. Azzi fastened her pace and was able to ignore the pain coming from her jaw because of how beautiful Paige was sounding.
“I’m going to cum,” Paige moaned, clamping her eyes shut while her body shook. She tightened her grip in Azzi’s hair realizing that the girl was not about to stop now from her knowing that Paige was close to the finish line. “Oh fuck—Azzi it feels weird,” she cried referring to the coil that had formed in her lower stomach. Her voice was shaky from how much she had been shaking along with the new sensation that was coming from her cunt.
Azzi squeezed at the meat of Paige’s thigh almost like she was trying to comfort the girl silently and reminding her that she was here. “I’m cumming mommy,” Paige cried, tugging at the girl’s hair one last time before she came all over Azzi’s face. Her mouth fell open at the feeling and she leaned her head back onto the couch trying to come down from her high.
Once the brunette licked up every last drop of Paige’s release she moved her mouth off of the blonde’s pussy whipping her lips with the back of her hand before she moved her body up to lay on Paige’s chest. “Good?” She asked resting one of her palms on Paige’s sweaty abs while she listened to the girl’s rapid heart beat.
“Holy fuck I think you just killed me,” Paige rasped out when she was able to find her voice.
“Good, that means I did a good job.”
Paige’s dorm room was silent from only Azzi and her being there. They were currently in the kitchen making chocolate chip cookies and trying not to burn down the dorm complex. After a long ten minutes of arguing about ingredients and instructions Paige was finally able to put the sheet of cookies into the oven for them to bake.
“Okay mama now we just got to wait fifteen minutes,” she told Azzi while she set a timer on the stove. Just when she was about to turn around to grab a snack from the pantry the brunette had cornered her into a small space just beside the oven.
Azzi's legs were in between Paige’s while her hands grasped at the blonde’s waist. “Can I get a kiss please,” she asked with a pout.
Paige playfully rolled her eyes before she leaned forward bringing Azzi into a small kiss. It was way too quick in Azzi's opinion so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She lifted Paige up onto the counter making the blonde gasp out of shock.
“Damn–,” Paige mumbled under her breath but it was interpreted by the brunette interlocking their lips again this time it was a more deep and passionate kiss and more importantly way better than the first one.
Paige moaned into Azzi’s mouth, wrapping her arms around the girl's neck while she opened her mouth a little, giving Azzi’s tongue access to her mouth. “You sure? We have never kissed with tongue before,” Azzi asked, pulling away from the kiss so that she could ask Paige.
The blonde rolled her eyes, “yes I’m sure,” she reassured Azzi before she brought her back into a kiss while she held the side of the girl’s face with her palm. This time when Paige opened her mouth the brunette shoved her tongue into Paige’s mouth exploring every crevice with her tongue.
Azzi moaned when Paige tangled their tongues together, exchanging spit in the process. When Azzi went to pull back from not being able to breath the blonde had sucked on her tongue one last time before they pulled apart.
“I wanna eat you out,” Paige rasped out when she finally caught her breath.
The brunette bit the inside of her cheek, “yeah you wanna try? I could probably give you some pointers considering how I made you almost have a near death experience when I ate you out,” Azzi teased earning herself a shove from Paige with a groan.
Paige rolled her eyes before she switched their positions to where Azzi’s lower back was against the counter and the blonde dropped to her knees.
“Oh you mean now?” Azzi asked, shocked by the fact that anyone could walk in at any minute and see them in the kitchen.
The blonde nodded her head, “are you okay with that?” She asked, looking up at Azzi to make sure the brunette was completely comfortable with this.
“Yes,” Azzi said, moving her hands down to her shorts so that she could take them off along with her underwear that was drenched. Paige watched in awe looking up at Azzi like she was some type of god.
Azzi moved her hands to grip the end of the counter as Paige ran the tips of her fingers through her folds. “Awe look at that you’re so wet for me mama,” she grinned licking her lips one last time before she leaned forward and brought Azzi’s clit into her mouth.
The brunette moaned leaning her back more onto the counter and spread her legs more shoulder with a part while she locked her knees into place. Azzi moved one of her hands down to move Paige’s hair out of her face so she would watch her eat her pussy.
“Just like that daddy—fuck,” Azzi cried, gripping into Paige’s hair more and using it to stabilize herself.
Paige groaned into her folds, closing her eyes while she rolled the bundle of nerves with her tongue. She pulled away from a second to spit directly onto the girl's clit watching as it pulsed from the cold liquid. “Taste so good,” she mumbled before she drove back into Azzi’s heat.
Azzi hissed bucked her hips more into Paige’s face before she grinded her hips. Damn this is way better than a vibrator, Azzi thought. “Your tongue feels so good,” she whimpered, smiling when she felt Paige increase her pace from her words of encouragement.
The sensation in Azzi’s stomach started to become more intense by the second causing her legs to tremble. “Wait—I’m not gonna last long daddy—oh fuck,” she said talking over her words.
The blonde moved her hands to grip Azzi’s thighs, prying them open from how the brunette was trying to close her legs from the pressure. Paige continued to lap at Azzi’s clit, not stopping until the girl was pushing at her shoulders from overstimulation.
Paige smirked when she pulled away, licking her lips while she got up from her knees. She grabbed at the brunette’s waist bringing her into a kiss. Azzi moaned into her mouth at the taste of her own slick still on Paige's tongue. When they had pulled away the brunette looked completely fucked out making the grin on Paige’s face to stretch wider.
“You did so good for me babe,” Paige praised giving Azzi one last kiss on the lips before she looked over at the timer that was on the stove. “And you finished just in time,” she added when she saw that the cookies only had a minute left until they were done.
| using a strap on for the first time
Azzi: Do you think we could use a strap on later today? [2:30 pm]
Paige: ??? [2:32 pm]
Paige: Where is this coming from? [2:32 pm]
Azzi: please daddy Ive been thinking about you fucking me with a strap all day. [2:34 pm]
Azzi: and I might've gotten one just now because of it…. [2:34pm]
Paige: fuck ma. Yeah we can. When can you come over to my place? [2:35 pm]
Azzi: I'm on my way rn. Sorry the thought of you fucking me has been driving me crazy. I had to leave my lecture early because I kept getting distracted.
Oh fuck, she’s really trying to kill me, Paige thought cursing to herself. She bit her lip and immediately responded back.
Paige: drive safe I can't wait to get my hands on you. [2:38 pm]
Paige threw her phone beside her and got up from her bed. She fixed her bed hair in the mirror and went to brush her teeth for the second time today. Paige cleaned up her room while she waited for Azzi to get to her place. Her body was shaking from anticipation and also from how they were going to try something completely new that they have never done before.
She froze a little when her bedroom door opened. When she turned her head over her shoulders she was met with Azzi who had a mischievous look on her face with a bag in her hand. Paige immediately looked down at the black bag and stared at it for a second before she looked back up at Azzi.
“Wassup mama. Is that carrying the you know..,” she trailed off feeling her cheeks become a bright red. She could not bring herself to say that word even if it sounded a little stupid.
Azzi laughed, “yes Paige the strap on is in here. Now put it on,” she instructed tosing the bag at Paige which the blonde catched. The brunette then turned to lock Paige’s bedroom door just to be extra safe when she turned back around she was met with a naked blonde who was struggling on how to tighten the straps on her hips.
“Here let me help,” Azzi told her, taking off her clothes and throwing on the floor while she made her way over to Paige and then dropping down to her knees. She sat up a little moving her hands over Paige’s to push them away while she tugged the straps to tighten them on Paige’s hips making sure that it was snug.
She looked up at Paige through her eyelashes, grinning when she saw how flustered the blonde had looked. Without even giving the girl a head up she moved one of her hands to grab at the silicon holding it and then brought it to her lips. Azzi pressed an open kiss onto the tip leaving a little spit behind in the process.
“Fuck,” Paige groaned at the sight. One of her hands went down to grab the side of Azzi’s face, rubbing the girl’s cheek with her thumb.
Azzi smirked at Paige’s reaction. She moved her lips back onto the strap wrapping them fully around the tip this time and lapped at it with her tongue. Azzi had pulled back for a second, tugging at the base of the strap while she did. “You like that?,” She rasped out.
Paige nodded her head, “yeah but Azzi please I need you to get up on the bed so I can fuck you,” she told her dragging out her words just to be dramatic.
The brunette nodded her head, placing one last open mouth kiss onto the tip before she pulled away to lay down on the bed. Azzi scooted her body upward so she could rest her head against a pillow. She spread her legs out wide giving Paige enough room so she could get situated in between her legs.
The blonde tapped the tip of the dick against Azzi’s folds making a wet and slippery noise to come from in between her legs. “Daddyy, stop teasing and just fuck me already,” Azzi whined bucking her hips up to the strap trying to thrust it in my herself.
Paige slapped the side of Azzi’s thigh, “cut it out mama or you're not getting anything,” Paige said, looking up to make eye contact with Azzi to show how serious she was. Azzi just groaned in response and stopped moving.
The blonde smirked at how Azzi obeyed her command. She lathered the strap in the brunettes slick, running it through her folds before she fully thrusted it in all the way and went completely still.
Azzi’s jaw dropped to the stretch. Her eyes watered a bit while she looked up at Paige. “Holy fuck, it’s so big daddy,” Azzi cried clamping her walls harder around the strap.
Paige’s eyes trailed down watching the way Azzi’s folds stretched around her cock. “God damn ma, look at that,” she said referring to how drenched her folds were with her arousal.
The brunette bit her lip, fisting at the sheets while she grinded up fucking herself onto the strap. “I know I’m so wet for you. I told you I’ve been worked up all day.”
“I didn’t think you were being serious,” Paige grunted, moving forward so that now both of her palms were resting above Azzi’s head. The blonde gripped at the pillow using it to study her while she fucked into Azzi’s hard making delicious sounds to come out of Azzi’s mouth that echoed in the room.
Azzi moved her hands to claw at Paige’s back leaving streaks all the way from her shoulder to her hips. The brunette dug her nails into Paige’s back, “fuck harder please,” she whimpered. Her eyes spins rolled to the back of her head from Paige obeying.
her breath hitched a little before she shoved her head into Paige’s neck digging her teeth into the blonde's skin to muffle out her sounds.
Paige’s pace stuttered when she felt herself becoming close to the edge. “You gonna cum for me ma?” She rasped out biting the inside of her cheek hard trying to hold in her release.
Azzi nodded her head, “yes I’m so close—don’t stop,” she cried holding onto Paige’s body tighter while she allowed herself to soak the strap, her thighs and Paige as well from her juices. Paige came immediately at the sight of Azzi’s wet folds drenching her strap.
“Did you just—“ azzi cut Paige off with a groan.
“Shut the fuck up,” Azzi groaned out, feeling her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. She hid herself in Paige’s neck while she came down from her high.
Paige shrugged, “I think it was hot.” She said making Azzi let out a noise that she couldn’t make out what the girl was trying to say. The blonde pulled the strap out of Azzi’s entrance slowly, not wanting to hurt the girl.
She took off the harness and threw it on the floor. Paige grabbed onto Azzi who was fighting sleep hard. “Damn did I really wear you out?” She laughed, laying her back fully onto the bed that was not wet from Azzi’s release and moved Azzi’s head to her chest.
“Shut up,” Azzi groaned sleepily. She let out a soft hum enjoying the way Paige was rubbing her back with the tips of her fingers. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Azzi asked, breaking the peaceful silence between them.
“Damn my strap game was that good you fell in love with me?” Paige teased with a huge smirk on her face. It was soon whipped away from Azzi slapping at her chest.
“Paige stop and be serious,” Azzi whined.
“Okay I’m sorry mama. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend,” Paige said, kissing the top of Azzi’s head and then the tip of her nose. “Now let’s go to sleep, I’m tired,” she added, snuggling closer into the girl on top of her.
authors notes: hello, I'm so sorry I didn't make this longer/ ended the story off badly Ive been really busy, but I hope you guys enjoyed! Please feel free to tell me you're thoughts in the comments or my inbox!