It had started as a joke. No different than the one their French teammate had made. Just a simple tease that it’s unreal how good Gabby looked 24/7. Gabby disagreed, and Marine took that personally.

“I mean it, even when we’re dead from a workout I look over and you’re just,” Marine breathed, her hands caging Gabby’s waist against the bed, “perfect.”

Marines thighs were pressed firmly into the hip bones of the woman beneath her, her hands tracing up Gabby’s sides, drawing a flaming path to the edge of her black sports bra. “I’m hardly perfect, you’re literally a French supermodel,” Gabby rebuts, her own hands coming to rest on Marines hips.

“Just say thank you.” Marine says, her palms flat to brown skin, sliding up over her bra, past her collarbones, and onto the mattress beneath her, effectively caging in Gabby. That forces a deep, steadying breath into the lungs of the girl beneath her, her eyes tracing the hardened muscles of Marines biceps, up to her shoulders, down her own sports bra clad chest, to her strong hips and thighs keeping her down. They both knew if Gabby had really wanted to move or get up she could’ve, it would’ve been a fair fight.

Gabby didn’t want to.

She didn’t know how to respond, just laid there and felt gay for a beat before her brain sputtered to a start again. “It’s not like anyone looks enough at me here,” Gabby said quietly, attempting to deflect the compliments. Marine lets out a strangled guffaw, shocked at Gabby’s blindness.

“Everyone. Is looking, do you realize you’re all they talk about?” Marine says, raising her eyebrows and pressing closer to Gabby. “They’re looking, but, are they here, on me?” Gabby replies slowly, whispering as her fingertips barely skate over Marines hips, coming to grab high up on them, pulling down.

Marine breathes in Gabby’s air, feels the warmth radiating off of her abs and into her core. It’s there and then she decides she can’t wait anymore, she’s going to explode if they keep up this half dressed pillowtalk. She sits up, almost jarringly fast, “off,” she says firmly, pulling at the hem of Gabby’s bra. The fire Gabby loved in Marine was here in full force. She was sassy, witty, energetic, at least when she wasn’t in front of a camera, that is.

Her hands immediately close in on Gabby’s chest, tweaking and pinching at the warmed skin of her tits. Gabby’s big doe eyes just stared back, too lost to respond yet. She doesn’t say anything, just leans back slightly, causing her stomach to flex again, sending warmth into Marines underwear again.

She nearly rolls her eyes at how perfect Gabby feels beneath her. The pleasure spreading between her legs, her soft brown eyes staring into her, her perky tits and the warmth coming off of her, it was all just perfect. A testing roll of her hips is all it takes for Marine to decide she needs to feel all of Gabby, now.

Her shorts are quickly discarded on the floor, along with her underwear with the help of a stunned Gabby. Gabby goes to run her fingertips through Marines exposed folds, but her hand is stopped and pinned back to the bed, leaving her confused. The blonde shakes her head, smiling slightly, then seats herself directly on Gabby’s flexed abs. Understanding dawns on her as Marine gasps, admiring the muscles of Gabby, as well as the feeling of them on her pussy.

Good god, if this is what happens when Gabby can’t take a compliment, she’s deflecting everything from now on.

Marine continues to twist and pinch Gabby’s nipples, her own desire leaking out of her and onto the tan abs beneath her. “You really think no one looks?” Marine says just above a whisper.

Gabby wasn’t stupid, she knew she was attractive on a certain level. She was hit on throughout college, even back in high school, girls and guys alike. She knew she liked girls from a young age, found them attractive and alluring in every way. But Marine, she was different. She wasn’t just pretty or attractive. She was magnetic, her eyes instantly drawing Gabby into her orbit, and never letting go. It was weeks prior now that they met on the first day of training camp, and here they were, pressed against each other, connected in every way, wanting to light each other up just so they can be the one to damp it out again.

“I know they do, but more so because I am new, no?” She replied, her eyes fixed on Marine’s own stomach flexing in response to her grinding.

Marine laughed dryly, almost in disbelief at how unaware Gabby was to her own teams ogling. “You’re so fucking pretty,” the blonde whispers, accented both in French and a harder grind, “and you don’t even know it,” a gasp.

Pleasure was radiating through Marine, it was beginning to burn her alive, her borderline obsession with Gabby caving in on itself. Typically she loved seeing Gabby feel good, it was all she was focused on. However, the thought of everyone else looking at her, at her abs, when she’s the one making herself cum on them. A delicious possession crawled up Marines spine, almost making her smile.

“You look so good all the time,” Marine gasps, the slick feeling of her wet folds gliding along hardened muscle was driving her insane, then the sight of Gabby beneath her, wide eyed, biting her lip, her hands still pinned to the mattress, just watching and letting Marine take over her body, god she wasn’t going to last long.

“Fuck,” Marine rolls her head back at the sound her pussy was making, the warmth of Gabby getting worked up egging her on. Gabby tests a flex of her abs, raising her hips at the same time Marine grinds down. A deep, “fuck,” is rolled off her tongue. She really wasn’t going to last at all.

She lifts her head back to look at her Gabby. The warm brown eyes staring back at her makes her want nothing but to stare at them forever. The connection there, the openness of the moment, the electricity in their gaze, it was all feeding into the pleasure pulsing through Marines veins. Her right hand came to cradle Gabby’s collarbones as she wordlessly continued to meet Marine halfway with her thrusts upward, continuing to fuck herself on Gabby.

“Shit, you feel good,” she swallows thickly, eyes fluttering closed in a moment of submission, her mental shield faltering. It was clear Marine was taking what she wanted from Gabby in more than one way. She took her own pleasure, owned the moment, but also solidified her possession of Gabby, letting her know that they all may look; the media, fans, teammates, but Marine was the one in control, she was the one who came out of top in the end (literally).

Needing to ground herself, her hands went up to cradle Gabby’s jaw, her left sliding back down, almost shakily, to her pulse. Each grind pushed her closer and closer to finishing, but she needed more, just something, anything from Gabby. Her right thumb went to toy with the glistening pink-brown of Gabby’s lower lip, spit making it easy to slide back and forth. Gabby parted her lip, just slightly, and an invitation was received by Marine. She pushed her thumb into Gabby’s mouth, feeling the scrape of her bottom teeth against the pad of her thumb before the warmth of her tongue flooded her senses.

Gabby just looked at Marine, fully open, fully willing to take anything she’d give her, her own desperation leaking down her slit, soaking her underwear. Marine’s thrusts sped up in a final push to make herself finish, pushing down harder and harder with muscular thighs, sweat accumulating across her fevered skin. Her breath came out in harsh puffs out and quick gasps in, until Gabby took all of her thumb in her mouth, closed her lips, and sucked.

One, two, more grinds met by Gabby and she was finishing, hard and fast. Her lips formed something that suspiciously sounded like a garble of ‘Gabby’ ‘merde’ and ‘god’, along with gasps and a final moan. Her whole body was out of her control as wave after wave of pleasure rolled up through her. Her core tensing and twitching around nothing, her clit used and raw, yet needing more. Her skin shone with sweat from her exertion, slick pouring out of her pink pussy almost obscenely. The sight of Gabby looking up at her like a baby deer, but taking her thumb into her mouth so perfectly, made her head spin at the juxtaposition. She imagined how she would look with a certain piece of silicone between her lips.

She continued her grind until her body gave out, her hardened muscles in her thighs and hips tensing up, forcing her to take one more steadying breath before collapsing onto Gabby entirely boneless. Her thumb remained on the edge of Gabby’s mouth, her spit pooling around it like a reminder of the mess between her legs.

Marine simply tucked her exhausted head into the crook of the dazed woman beneath her, breathing in the comforting mix of sweat, sex, and something uniquely Gabby. Gabby felt like she’d just been taken on a blonde rollercoaster named hot stuff, and felt utterly wrecked.

She let out a small laugh of disbelief at her own fucked out-ness. She felt like she was the one who had just fucked herself, not the other way around. She turned her head to press a kiss to Marines temple, her arms coming to lightly scratch at her sweaty back, not wanting to overwhelm her blondie just yet.

Gabby lets Marine breathe and settle for a few minutes longer before she teasingly whispers, “Satisfait?”

That earns a breathy laugh from Marine this time, and she slowly raises her head, her face showing nothing but pure bliss and sultry, “never, not with you.”

Marine, bleary eyed and still slightly delirious from her own world shattering orgasm, made quick work of getting her Gabby down to nothing, her legs spread like a feast she’d never grow tired of.

She made sure to only leave a mark or two low enough to be seen in shorts, the rest sat along her panty line and high on her thighs. Her tattoos framed the blooming marks, but she wasn’t going to last much longer before she exploded or threw a tantrum and begged Marine to fuck her, which would be incredibly unsexy and probably make Marine tease her more.

Marine’s power play only fueled her more to make Gabby feel good. Show her she’s the one who does it for her, not everyone else. After the first taste Marine was gone, straight drunk off Gabby’s taste, smell, the feeling of her lips and folds, the sweet sounds she was making, it was intoxicating. The blonde quickly got lost between Gabby’s thighs, her hair getting tugged only egging her on more.

Gabby’s first orgasm came fast and predictable, all the pent up sensations and frustration from being pinned in place and used like a toy meant she was on the edge by the time Marine had finished herself. It didn’t take much before she was spilling all over Marines tongue.

The blonde didn’t stop there, she wordlessly entered her middle finger into Gabby after sucking more marks into her thighs, the short intermission being a much needed breather for the puppy eyed girl beneath her. “Fuck, Marine, I can’t,” Gabby gasped out in shock.

Both women knew that was a lie, if there was one thing Gabby Williams could handle, it was anything Marine Johannès gave her.

One finger quickly turned to two, and what she couldn’t touch she traced with her tongue. Gabby’s core was a mess of fingers and spit, Marine alternating between firm and slow and fast and messy, enjoying the sounds coming out of Gabby’s mouth too much to let her cum again too fast.

She eventually relented, and Gabby was cumming around her two fingers and on her tongue again, shifting the score to 2-1.

Still, Marine wasn’t fully satisfait.

Gabby was still breathing heavy and shaking all over, her wavering hands covering her eyes as she came down from her high. Marine just watched for a moment in awe at the girl spread out in front of her. In awe at how unreal she looked, in awe that she was the one who got to look, and most of all the fact that she couldn’t get enough, she felt like a mad woman.

Marine felt a stab of panic course through her at that realization. That she wanted Gabby all the time, she wanted everyone to know she was the one fucking her every night. They had only been messing around for the past few weeks really. Texting all the time turned into ‘just come over’. Late night giggles turned into late night moans, waking in each others arms was a new kind of bliss neither had known for quite some time. But the secret of it all made it even more tempting.

They slipped back into the team in the morning like nothing had changed, they just orbited each other in a purple lightning bolt of connection that everyone saw, not thinking their story was already in motion behind closed doors. The way they looked at each other was already sickening to those around them, but everyone thought it was still just an attraction, a crush.

Little did they know.

Gabby’s eyes were still covered by her shaking hands, her breathing beginning to steady out. Marine wasn’t done yet. Not at all.

Her left hand was resting on Gabby’s hip, her thumb tracing up and down her jutted out hip bone. Her right thumb came back to play with the soaked folds spread before her. Gabby gasped and immediately went to grab at her wrists, but the look Marine gave her forced her to just rest her hands against Marines roaring pulse, not moving her away as planned. “No, I can’t there’s no way,” Gabby gasped.

Her head tilted back in tandem with her eyes as Marine sunk her two middle fingers back into her waiting hole. The blonde reveled in the debauchery that was on display in front of her. Gabby’s braids framed her head like a halo, her hands shaking against Marines flexed wrists, her legs spread and covered in little bites, but most of all, the slick folds sucking in her two middle fingers, pumping in and out far faster than Gabby should be able to handle as she works herself up for orgasm number three.

Gabby’s brain is a mess, her feelings for the woman pleasuring her are rising, her skin felt on fire, like every touch was a spark that could light her up. Every thrust was sending her over the ledge again and again, her insides sensitive and raw, but begging for more. She was tempted to push Marine away, but the incessant need to feel her deeper was louder.

“Marine,” Gabby gasped, unsure exactly what she wanted to say, her brain turned to soup that looks suspiciously like the blondes messy ponytail and spit bitten lips. “Yes, pretty?” She replies without taking her eyes away from her pretty cunt pulsing around her two fingers.

“I- I-,” she’s cut off as Marine adds a third finger in the mix, driving all the air out of the brown eyed girls lungs. “Fuck, fuck Marine,” she gasps, clawing at Marine’s wrists again. She’s going to die, the sheer pleasure at the stretch she’s feeling is enough to send early pinpricks of tears to her eyes. Gabby’s lip is almost bit raw by her own pearly teeth as Marine’s fingers pick up speed amidst her slick heat.

Gabby’s lips begin to tremble, Marine is still lost in the sight of Gabbys cum flowing down her fingers she doesn’t notice the slight change. Would she have stopped even if she had though?

The blondes pale right thumb comes to circle her clit, and it’s then that she noticed Gabby’s gasps and whines becoming closer to hiccups and mewls. Gabby’s forearm has come to rest over both eyes, and the denial of seeing those doe eyes sends disappointment through Marine.

“Look at me sweets,” she breathes in the scent of sex in the air as she tries to coax Gabby out of her shell, “c’mon lemme see those eyes.”

Gabby feels like she’s truly dying, the pleasure radiating from Marines long veiny fingers into her core is melting her brain through her pussy. She won’t last much longer if Marine keeps up this pace with her three fingers coupled with her thumb. The embarrassment of being spread open and the lewd noises filling the room made her want to crawl into herself and never look Marine in the eye again. The again that would mean she couldn’t cum and that would be a death sentence.

She slowly removes her brown tattooed arm away and above her head, watery eyes looking into Marines strikingly clear blue ones. A small huff and a cocky smile fills Marines face, like Gabby’s eyes alone were fueling her pleasure. Which in Marines own twisted way, they were. Her teary, warm, wanton, brown eyes were fueling the fire that was Marines ego-desire, so much that all she did was speed up her fingers, driving them deeper, faster, harder, reaching that soft spongy spot deep inside her girl time and time again. Gabby’s mouth just opened slightly more, sucking in air each time the pale fingers pulled out for a moment, only to plunge deep back inside her and push all the air back out her lungs.

The waves of pleasure blur into one big tsunami of ecstasy for Gabby, her brain gone to mush, relying on the steadying eye contact and grounding touches on her hip bones. Her hands are shaking like an addict going through withdrawal, which in a way she will be once Marine is spent with her. Her core, her slick covered abs, her thighs, all begin to tense up as a sign of her imminent little death.

“Marine, Marine, Marine, Mari- ne, Mari, oh my god,” she manages to slur out before her orgasm crashes over her, sending shocks of pleasure and bliss through her whole body. Her eyes roll back into her head as her hands grip the sheets over her, her thighs fighting to close around Marines hand. And Marine? She’s drinking in the sight before her like a magicienne reveling in applause.

Marine doesn’t stop her fingers, even if they’re getting almost painfully stiff, she doesn’t slow until Gabby has gone competently boneless in front of her, sweat and cum and spit coating her skin in various places. She slowly pulls her fingers out, and a small flood of milky cum follows her. She’s tempted to lean down and taste it, but she knows Gabby can’t handle any more, let alone Marines own back and hips from holding herself and Gabby’s lower half up.

Marine, unashamed, and characteristically un-shy, wiped the leftover mess on her fingers onto the sheets beneath her, but not before licking them as clean as she could get, not wanting a single hit of Gabby to go to waste. She slowly crawls up to lie next to Gabby, kissing her shoulder gently and collapsing with her head in her Gabby’s neck, her right hand coming to hold Gabby’s right forearm. She whispers sweet french nothings, barely audible if it weren’t for Gabby’s ear being right there, “So good my sweet, so perfect.”

Gabby is stuck trying to catch her breath and come down to earth, feeling like she left her body for a minute. The ache of being empty fills her with a sense of belonging, of belonging to Marine. A creeping feeling that it isn’t just the sex that makes her want Marine like this nestles itself into Gabby’s brain, filling her with a warmth she’s never felt before.

After breathing in each others air for a moment longer, Gabby rolls herself onto her side, half onto Marine, and settles her ear right over Marines heart. Tear tracks stain Gabby’s face, and Marine wipes what’s left of them away wordlessly, almost an apology, mainly an acknowledgment. Pale hands come up to massage the base of Gabby’s neck, trailing down along the length of her braids until she reaches the loose ends, and begins to swirl them around her fingers. The unfamiliar, yet becoming beloved, texture of Gabby’s braids is a slight fascination of Marine’s, always drawn to them when the moment allows.

A quiet, wordless, warmth settles over the two like a blanket. The comedown of the moment forcing them each into exhaustion both physically and mentally.

Gabby is the first one to break the silence, her voice scratchy and still somewhat watery, “Would you even say i’m your,” she pauses, trying to find the right words, “type?”

Marine chuckles at that, disbelieving that Gabby could say that after she was practically worshipped for hours. “Do you think you’d be here if you weren’t?” the blonde responds, ever a Marine answer. Gabby smiles at her blondie, always the smartass, “you know what I mean, you’re so French, you’re so perfect, I feel like you’d go for something more…” she pauses, “proper.”

“What makes you improper hm? The fact you’re too beautiful for your own good? Or the tattoos you’re covered in,” she says, smiling gently, disproving Gabby’s argument with one sly sentence that somehow still made her blush despite their earlier activities and nakedness. The pair just smiles at each other, messy haired and droopy eyed, satiated in more way than one.

Marine was just happy she was the one in bed with her girl, laughing to herself in her head of what they’d say if they knew.