dominant butch paige! x brat femme azzi! — 7.3k wc
Sexuality is often surrounded by stereotypes. Every now and then, Paige accidentally checks every box of the classic “butch” while Azzi effortlessly embodies the quintessential “femme.” Here are 3 times Paige lived up to the stereotype… and 3 times Azzi did too.
⚠️ : non-sexual intimacy, so much fluff it might cause you a toothache! 🍬
this is fully inspired by this specific edit❕just because it’s so so so cute 🎀 tell me your thoughts & happy reading! 💭🧡
—。Presented and written by, azzidefender.
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Butch, an overly/stereotypically masculine or masculine-acting woman. can be used to denote an individual, or the dominant role in a lesbian relationship.
Femme, an overly/stereotypically feminine or feminine-presenting woman. Can be used to denote an individual, or the more feminine role in a lesbian relationship.
1. Always dresses masculine — baggy clothes, sneakers and rarely wears makeup.
2. The “protector” — seen as the one who opens doors, carries heavy things, drives, and looks after their partner.
3. Emotionally reserved — stereotyped as stoic, tough, and not very expressive with feelings.
1. Always dresses feminine — loves dresses, skirts, makeup, jewelry, and traditionally feminine fashion.
2. The “princess” — stereotyped as liking to be spoiled, taken care of, and enjoying romantic gestures.
3. Sweet and affectionate — seen as emotionally expressive, flirty, nurturing, and physically affectionate.
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(1.) baggy clothes or skirt & dresses
“this’ll do.” paige nodded approvingly about her outfit for the night. arike had invited the whole team to go to the club as a celebration to a huge win against the liberty. paige agreed, of course. which was now why she was currently standing in-front of her full length mirror that was placed right beside her bed.
the back camera of her phone shuttered as she took a picture of her fit. it might come-in handy for one of her future instagram dumps. she’s pretty proud of the pieces she had decided to wear tonight. a simple gallery dept black t-shirt which was actually from the men’s category and baggy washed out black ksubi jeans to match. paired with some clean white air forces and a cross chained necklace to tie it all together. her hair was pulled back to her usual signature bun.
she looked good, to say the least.
her phone suddenly rang, it was from alanna. she was already waiting in the lobby with all the other teammates who lived in the same apartment complex. all except for her and azzi. she told paige to hurry up and check on azzi as well, because apparently she was not picking up any of her teammates calls nor texts.
paige replied with a quick “aight. i’ll get her, wait for us.” before she hung up the line. azzi’s apartment is on the same floor as paige, only a few doors away. but just for research purposes, paige decided to hit the az 💗 contact which was pinned on top of her messages.
it didn’t even take two rings before the line connected, the blonde felt smug as pride took over her heart. azzi answers when i call. she once told in a interview.
“p?” azzi called out first, seemingly confused on why her girlfriend, who would usually barge in her apartment like she owned the place (which is technically true, because she sleeps and spends most of her time there.) would call her when she’s only a couple doors away.
“hi baby, y’done gettin ready yet?” paige questioned as she grabbed her wallet and her car keys from the kitchen counter.
“mhm.” the younger simply replied from the other end. she sounded focused on something else, paige thinks she’s applying lip gloss. “m’kay princess, i’ll be there in a minute. the team s’already waiting for us.”
paige can practically see azzi nodding to her words, still fully locked in on evenly spreading the gloss on her puckered lips. “m’kay.” was all she managed to say.
paige sheepishly smiled, shaking her head. the whole team is waiting up for them and her azzi would still think her lip combo is more important. and if azzi thinks that, so does paige.
the older ended the call not long after she arrived at the younger’s doorstep. she was now standing above her girlfriend’s pink tulip entrance mattress. she would’ve come in, but she accidentally left her spare key that azzi gave her inside. so she had no choice but to knock.
paige heard a muffled, “coming! gimme me a sec!” the older could already picture a hurried azzi jumping up and down panicking towards the door with the sound of her heels that keeps clicking against the hard-wood floor. within the next five seconds, the door swung open.
and within the span of those five seconds, paige’s gaze wandered all over the woman standing before her—her woman. she couldn’t help but to raise her eyebrows as she shamelessly admired or more so free-feasted every inch of the mouth watering sight of her lover, completely captivated and now completely wet.
azzi. her beautiful, gorgeous, super pretty and attractive girlfriend azzi. was wearing a body-fit hot pink sparkly mini dress that shaped every inch of her body, including her bubble-like butt. and if that was not enough to kill her gay ass, the neck line was a low v shape, which made her show the perfect curves of her tits that paige oh so deeply adored.
“ready, let’s go!” was what her girlfriend had the audacity to say as she walked out. paige fluttered her eyes as to snap herself out of daze. “woah, hold on princess. take your pretty-ass ten steps back in.” finally regaining enough brain function to form a coherent thought, the blonde closed the distance between them. one hand found azzi’s waist, warm and firm, gently guiding the younger back inside her apartment.
azzi stopped in her tracks, immediately turning to look at her. the younger’s lips instantly pushed into the cutest little pout. “…what?”
“you heard me. back inside, right now.” the older stared at her as if there was no room for an argument.
“but… the others are waiting.”
“don’t make me talk twice az.”
still pouting, azzi let out the tiniest huff as she let paige still— with both hands secured around her waist, insistently guiding her back inside.
after the older successfully retreated them inside, she pulled out her phone and typed a quick text to alanna :
you guys head out first. me & az will meet u there.
was all she said before placing the device in her back pocket. azzi was still sulking, her arms crossed in the middle of the living room as she shot daggers towards the older's face. she clearly knows what she's doing.
paige didn't say anything. she just stared at her girlfriend knowingly for a couple of seconds. and without a need of permission, headed to the curly brunette's bedroom.
her pace remained calm and composed as she walked toward the younger’s wardrobe. there was no need to glance over her shoulder. the exaggerated stomp of heels following close behind told her everything she needed to know. azzi was still pouting, and she was making sure paige knew exactly how sulky she was.
paige easily picked a new set of clothes for her girlfriend to wear, a pink halter neck tank-top that she knew azzi loved, it was one of her favorites, mostly because it was just as comfortable as it was cute. besides, paige already knows azzi is gonna spend the entire night complaining about the dress she’d been wearing, convinced the neckline was far too low and that she’d be worrying about one of her nipples popping out.
she also grabbed her black acne studio jeans that azzi stole a couple weeks ago. which the brunette again, really liked. after she was satisfied with her choice, paige handed it to the younger without a word, tilting her chin forward, signaling her to change. right there, in-front of her.
azzi on the other hand, declined. shaking her head forcefully as her arms were still wrapped around her elbows. her stance screaming no, i don’t want to.
“you don’t like my outfit.” she stuck out her bottom lip, glaring at her girlfriend, which the blonde finds adorably cute.
“baby y’know i do.” paige answered immediately. how can she not love azzi’s outfit? it was basically an invitation for her to lock the brunette up and please her in bed instead, screw the club.
“you didn’t even compliment me.” azzi gave her one dramatic stomp. “you don’t think i look pretty. you didn’t even kiss me.” she grumbled the last sentence quietly.
paige sighed in both patience and understanding. she placed the clothes back into the drawers before turning to fully face her girlfriend. “m’sorry princess. y’know i always think you look beautiful mama.” she softly murmured. her hands found their familiar place around azzi’s waist, gently pulling the younger closer. in response, azzi only turned her head away with an exaggerated huff, fully committed to the performance.
a quiet amused chuckle escaped paige. “oh, we’re doing this?”
still smiling to herself, paige carefully cupped her jaw, guiding her face back towards her. she brushed a thumb across the younger’s cheek before pressing a soft kiss against her ridiculously pouty lips. she tasted like strawberry and a hint of mint toothpaste. paige pulled away only by an inch, “there. my pretty baby.”
azzi continued to jut, unsatisfied. “still mad?” paige questioned, tenderly staring at her deer doe-eyed lover.
the blonde shook her head fondly before leaning in again, this time the kiss deepened. slower and sweeter than the first, her lips melting against azzi’s plush ones, not stopping until she could practically feel the younger beginning to cave at the lost of air. with a string of saliva still attached, the older parted again.
“happy?” she asked again, tilting her head slightly, their foreheads nearly touching as neither of them made any move to pull away.
the younger’s cheeks flushed instantly. her eyes had softened, still a little dazed from the tiny make out session. suddenly too shy to meet paige’s gaze, she buried her face into the crook of the older’s neck with a quiet little whine she answered, “no.”
paige couldn’t help but smile due to cuteness aggression. “why not ma?”
“because,” azzi mumbled into her shoulder, her voice barely above a whisper. “you still want me to change.”
paige’s hand settled gently against her girlfriend’s waist, her thumb tracing slow, reassuring circles through the fabric of her dress as she leaned in, her voice soft beside azzi’s ear, consoling. “baby, listen to me.”
she waited until azzi finally looked up. “you look so good right now. so good to the point, i literally eye-fucked you the second you walked out the door baby.” the older explained carefully, not wanting to upset her princess for more longer than she was already. her hands slowly went lower and lower till it reached below the hem of her girlfriend’s tiny dress. she squeezed the fat that lied beneath it, hard. azzi’s breath immediately hitched, swallowing an inaudible moan. paige took-in the reaction, her tone dropped lower.
“and i don’t want anybody thinking of you in that way but me az, only me.”
azzi whimpered at that. her core suddenly felt tingly. without realizing, her legs shifted closer together as her hands gripped the side of her girlfriend’s shirt, trying to ease it out with any sort of friction.
the older only smirked at the sight, paige purposely detached herself from the younger who was clearly feeling a bit… in-need. craving to annoy azzi for the day since she hasn’t yet.
azzi whined the second paige backed away. she scoffed even more offended at the blonde now. “meanie.” she glared.
paige laughed, successfully accomplishing to annoy her girlfriend for the day. “behave baby, we still gotta go out.”
azzi, who had been unusually quiet, simply stared at paige. and just like clockwork, paige knew that look.
something was brewing inside that pretty little head of hers, and whatever it was, paige already had a feeling she wasn’t going to like it.
without saying another word, azzi took one slow step forward. then another. and another.
she kept closing the distance until paige instinctively took a step back, only for the back of her legs to bump against the edge of the bed.
“but p…” azzi murmured, her voice noticeably softer this time. “i bought this dress just for you. i even did my eyeshadow today. you know i don’t even know how to do eyeshadow, i pampered myself up for you.” she was less bratty now. instead, she was sweetly trying to win paige over.
azzi slowly lifted both hands, letting her palms glide up paige’s chest before they came to rest on her shoulders. with the gentlest nudge, she guided the older woman down until paige was manspreaded on the edge of the bed. azzi came in between them. now, paige found herself looking up at her girlfriend.
paige knows that azzi knows her weaknesses. and saying no to her, was definitely on top of em.
paige sighed, placing her palm on the back of her girlfriend’s thighs. “i know, baby. i love it. i really do.” her thumbs absentmindedly traced small circles against azzi’s skin. “i love when you get all dolled up for me, ma.” she paused, her expression softening before her jaw tightened ever so slightly.
“but i don’t want a bunch of fucking creeps looking at you like that tonight.” she shook her head, letting out a breath through her nose. “i hate knowing they think they even have a chance with you… or worse, that they get to look at you and imagine they do.” paige murmured unpleasantly.
“but they don’t.” azzi coaxed, “only you can have me p, only you. besides you’ll be there to protect me, am i right?” azzi smiled teasingly, looking down at her lover, affectionately caressing her shoulders.
paige answered with no hesitation, “course’ i will.”
“then pretty please?” azzi gave the blonde the biggest puppy eyes, the one that paige always caves for.
paige looked at azzi, still unsure. “i don’t know az…”
“with the cherry on top?” azzi doubled down, fluttering her lashes.
okay maybe that combo was too lethal or maybe paige bueckers was just really down bad for azzi fudd, she finally gave in with a sigh.
azzi’s bunny smile immediately took over, her dimples dig deep. she pecked paige’s entire face as she happily said thank you thank you thank you.
paige chuckled sheepishly, her face going a crimson shade of pink as she let her girlfriend kiss her all over. “you’re welcome baby.”
(2.) the princess and the protector
“ladies first.” paige uttered, opening the passenger door for her passenger princess. her arm motioned a dramatic prince-like signal as she bowed her to enter in.
azzi giggled, “why thank you my humble servant.”
paige rolled her eyes playfully before shutting the door gently once azzi was inside. she jogged to the drivers seat.
out of habit, azzi turned on paige’s playlist without the blonde needing to ask her to. drake played out faintly through the speakers of the car. the blonde drove like it was second nature, unrushed even though they were clearly late. paige placed her hands on azzi’s thigh, seemingly understanding what her girlfriend wanted, azzi intertwined both of their hands.
“i can drive when we get back, so you can drink a little more freely p.” azzi offered, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.
paige tore her eyes off the road for a split second, shooting her girlfriend the most deeply offended look imaginable. “yea, not happening princess.” she deadpanned. “driving’s part of my job. your job is to sit there, look pretty, and let me take care of you.”
“and why you actin’ like you actually like driving? i know you hate it babe.” paige added, calling her bluff.
azzi let out a small smile and gave an innocent little shrug. “i know,” she admitted. “i was just trying to pull a good girlfriend act.”
paige again, huffed a laugh. everything that azzi does makes her giddy. her sass, her smile, her intensions.
she had the most adorable lover in the world.
ten minutes later, they pulled into the club’s parking lot. paige killed the engine, slipped her keys onto the carabiner clipped to the loop of her jeans, and climbed out. without missing a beat, she rounded the front of the car and made her way to azzi’s side, opening the door before holding out her hand.
azzi took it without hesitation.
hand in hand, they made their way inside the crowded club. paige kept their fingers tightly interlocked as she effortlessly led the way through the sea of people, making sure her girlfriend stayed tucked in close by her side.
and as expected, it barely took a minute before paige caught a couple of nasty bastards throwing lingering looks at her girlfriend. with the way azzi’s dress shimmered beneath the club’s low, flashing lights, she stood out effortlessly.
paige’s protective instincts kicked in almost instantly, her grip around azzi’s hand tightening just a little. the younger noticed right away and gently stroked the back of paige’s hand with her thumb, offering a quiet reassurance without saying a single word.
after weaving through the crowd for a few minutes, paige finally spotted her teammates gathered around the edge of a booth. “yo, p! azzi!” arike called, throwing a hand into the air to wave them over.
the two of them made their way through the crowd. paige greeted everyone with a quick round of daps and shoulder taps. uttering what’s up.
“took you two long enough.” alanna teased, shooting them a knowing look.
azzi, as always. greeted everyone with her signature shy smile, a few small waves, and quick fist bumps.
then came a loud whistle.
“lookin’ way too good tonight, fudd.” awak called, earning a chorus of agreement from the rest of the group.
“p better keep a real good eye on you.”
azzi let out a soft laugh before rolling her eyes playfully. she gave an exaggerated little hair flip, only to remember her curls were swept up into a high bun. instead, a few loose strands framing her face bounced dramatically, making everyone burst into laughter.
paige shook her head with a resigned smile. “aight. let me buy az a drink first.” she said, interlocking the younger’s hand with hers once again.
“what did p say? she’s getting everyone a shot? thanks, pb!” zaza announced.
“big money bueckers in the house!” the group immediately doubled down, erupting into cheers and playful hollers.
paige let out an exaggerated groan and rolled her eyes, though the corners of her lips betrayed her amusement. “y’all are annoying.” paige threaded her fingers through azzi’s and led her towards the bar.
“wait here for me, baby. i’m gonna grab your margarita and order a round of shots for everybody.” paige said, her hand lingering against azzi’s waist as she gently guided her toward the emptier side of the bar, away from the crowd.
azzi nodded obediently, sitting on one of the stools. “extra lime, please.” she requested with a small smile.
paige smiled right back. “comin’ right up, princess.”
she leaned in to press a quick peck on the brunette’s lips before reluctantly pulling away and making her way towards the busier end of the bar, where a crowd of people was already waiting to place their orders.
azzi, bored as ever without the blonde by her side, went on her phone while she waited. well, that was until someone cleared his throat right besides her.
“you alone gorgeous?” an unknown white man disturbed her peace.
azzi barely looked up from her phone, offering him nothing more than a disinterested glance. “no.” she returned her attention to the screen, hoping the short answer would be enough to make him leave.
“aw, c’mon princess. nobody leaves a pretty girl like you all by herself.” he said with a smug grin, refusing to take the hint.
azzi had to fight the urge to grimace,
she didn’t mind when fans called her the people’s princess. she’d grown used to that. but hearing princess in that tone from a complete stranger made her skin crawl in disgust. that nickname belonged to paige and paige only.
then the smell hit her. the overwhelming stench of alcohol lingered on his breath, making azzi subtly lean back. god… he reeks of alcohol. she thought, hoping he’d finally get the message and walk away.
just as the man opened his mouth to say something else, a familiar arm slid firmly around azzi’s waist. soft, lingering kisses brushed against the side of her neck before paige rested her chin against her shoulder.
“here’s your drink, baby.” paige murmured, placing the margarita into azzi’s hand. “extra lime, just how you like it.”
“thank you.” azzi smiled, immediately relaxing into her girlfriend’s side. paige smiled back for only a second before her eyes landed on the man.
“you need something?” she asked flatly.
the man gave an awkward chuckle, “didn’t know she was with someone.” paige didn’t react. “you got a problem understanding the word no?”
the man blinked, “i was just trying to—”
“nah.” paige cut him off, her jaw slightly tightening. “you were bothering my girlfriend after she already told you she wasn’t alone.”
the man rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking far less confident. “i was just trying to be friendly.”
paige stared at him for a beat, “she isn’t interested.”
beside her, azzi quietly slipped her hand into paige’s free one, their fingers naturally intertwining. paige didn’t take her eyes off him. “anything else?”
the man nodded, slowly backing up. “my bad.”
paige simply looked at him until he finally disappeared into the crowd. only after he was completely gone did paige's expression soften. she looked back at azzi, gently squeezing the hand that was still intertwined with hers.
“mhm,” she hummed. bringing her arms around her girlfriend’s neck. “now that you’re here.”
tsk. paige let out a sharp click of her tongue, her arm tightening ever so slightly around azzi’s waist as she gave her a look. “what’d i tell you?” she grumbled, her tone edged with a hint of annoyance. “you look too good for your own good.”
azzi laughed, amused. “good thing you’re the only one who ever won me over.”
paige’s eyebrows lifted with quiet satisfaction. “since we were sixteen, mind you.” she reminded her, unable to hide the smugness creeping into her voice.
azzi rolled her eyes, a giggle escaping anyway. “yeah, yeah.” she teased, nudging paige lightly with a light shove on her shoulder. “c’mon. let’s get back to the group.”
later that night, everything went surprisingly smooth.
the group spent most of the evening crowded around the booth, talking over one another, laughing until their stomachs hurt, and occasionally clinking glasses together. a few of the others had brought their partners too, making the booth feel even more lively.
for most of the night, azzi sat comfortably on paige’s lap, absentmindedly playing with the older’s fingers whenever the conversation drifted away from them. every now and then, paige would rest her chin on azzi’s shoulder or tighten an arm around her waist, never straying too far from her.
the drinks kept coming, but neither of them went overboard. azzi was only just beginning to feel a light buzz settle in, her cheeks a little warmer and her giggles a little easier to earn.
paige, on the other hand, stayed completely sober, content with nursing a shirley temple for the entire night. she had every intention of driving them home safely. and besides, she liked being the one looking after her girl.
well, everything was smooth until azzi somehow ended up in the middle of the dance floor.
and it wasn’t even her idea.
“c’mon, fudd!” awak laughed, grabbing one of her hands.
“quit hiding on paige’s lap all night.” alysha teased, taking the other.
“five minutes!” alanna bargained with a grin.
despite her half-hearted protests, azzi found herself being dragged away, shooting paige an apologetic smile over her shoulder.
“i’ll be back, promise!” she laughed.
paige only shook her head with an amused huff. “girlfriend stealers.” the three disappeared into the crowd with azzi in tow.
from the booth, paige leaned back against the seat, shirley temple still in hand, her eyes never once leaving her girlfriend.
she watched as azzi slowly loosened up, laughing whenever awak spun her around or alysha pulled her into another dance. the brunette wasn’t doing anything provocative. if anything, she looked adorably awkward—but somehow that only made people notice her more.
paige clicked her tongue. she caught more than one pair of eyes lingering for a little too long.
one guy nudged his friend before subtly pointing toward azzi. another person stopped dancing altogether, clearly more interested in watching her than whoever they had come with.
paige’s jaw tightened, “unbelievable.” she muttered under her breath, her gaze never leaving the dance floor. beside her, arike followed paige’s line of sight before letting out a knowing chuckle.
“yeah…” she sighed, taking a sip of her drink. “i’d be annoyed too.”
paige barely glanced her way, “it’s pissing me off.”
“welcome to having a ridiculously attractive future wife club, you’ll have to live with it.”
paige exhaled through her nose, “don’t remind me.”
arike smirked, “trust me, i get it.” as if to prove paige’s point, someone else approached azzi.
this time it wasn’t a guy.
a woman slipped into the space beside her with an easy smile, saying something that was drowned out by the music. azzi responded politely, clearly trying to be nice, but before long the stranger had inched closer than necessary. way too close.
paige’s expression flattened. the woman leaned in again, laughing at something azzi had said which paige was sure wasn’t meant to be funny. her hand briefly brushing against azzi’s forearm as she tried to keep the conversation going.
paige set her drink down on the table with a quiet clink, “nope.” without another word, she pushed herself up from the booth.
arike watched her go before shaking her head with an amused smile, “and there she goes.”
paige didn’t waste another second. weaving through the crowd, she made a beeline for the dance floor until she was standing right beside azzi.
the brunette’s face lit up the second she noticed her.
“hi, baby.” she smiled, instinctively reaching for paige’s hand. paige laced their fingers without hesitation before sliding her free hand around azzi’s lower waist, gently pulling her against her side.
only then did the woman finally notice paige. her smile faltered. she glanced between the two of them before quietly taking a step back. with a small, awkward smile, she turned and melted back into the crowd.
paige watched her disappear before finally looking down at azzi. “you okay?”
azzi dipped her chin. “yeah. she wasn’t rude or anything. she just kept trying to talk.” paige hummed quietly, her hand remaining firm against azzi’s waist.
azzi couldn’t help but smile, “you’re so possessive.”
paige gave her a look, “you say that like it’s a bad thing.”
the younger giggled, looping both arms loosely around paige’s neck. “i didn’t say that.”
despite herself, the corner of paige’s mouth twitched upward for half a second before disappearing just as quickly.
azzi blinked, pouting. “already?”
“yeah.” her answer came a little too quickly, she wasn’t yelling, she wasn’t sulking. but there was a quiet edge to her voice that azzi recognized immediately, paige was annoyed.
not with her, but with everyone else.
“baby…” azzi murmured softly. paige sighed through her nose before brushing a loose strand of hair behind azzi’s ear.
“i just wanna take you home.” her voice stayed as gentle as ever, even if the irritation underneath was impossible to miss.
azzi studied her for a moment before smiling sympathetically, “okay,” she reached up and cupped paige’s cheek for a brief second. “let’s go home.”
paige leaned into her touch for the smallest moment before taking her hand again, her fingers lacing tightly with azzi’s. she guided her back toward the booth to let everyone know they were heading out.
even as they walked away, paige could still feel people’s eyes following them. paige pressed her tongue into the inside of her cheek, doing her best to keep her irritation in check.
it only made her grip on azzi’s hand tighten.
(3.) sweet & stoic or unemotionally affectionate
“you’re mad.” azzi murmured, looking down at her girlfriend, who was currently kneeling on one knee in front of her, carefully unclasping the strap around her left heel.
“m’not.” paige replied, her attention never leaving what she was doing. with practiced hands, she slipped the heel off gently before setting it beside her, already reaching for the other one.
“yes, you are p.” azzi insisted, resting both hands on paige’s shoulders to steady herself as the older unclasped her other heel.
paige let out a quiet sigh after slipping it off and setting it beside the first one. she rose to her feet, dusting her hands together before looking at azzi.
“no, m’not az.” she said softly, though the slight tightness in her jaw told a different story. the younger shot her a disapproving look, knowing fully well the older was lying.
without a word, she turned her back to paige.
paige seemed to understand immediately. with quiet familiarity, she reached up and carefully tugged the zipper down the back of azzi’s dress.
once it was undone, azzi shimmied out of it with practiced ease, causing the fabric to pool down at her feet. she carelessly threw her nipple pasties on the floor as well. now, fully facing the blonde, her whole upper body bare.
just azzi, her tits and paige’s favorite lilac lace panties on display.
paige’s eyes immediately found hers, or more so… her breast. “still gonna tell me you’re not mad?” azzi asked, tilting her head with a knowing little smile.
paige pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, “i’m not mad at you, ma.”
“mm.” azzi crossed her arms. “that’s not what i asked.”
before paige could say anything else, azzi reached out, her fingers catching the soft hem of paige’s shirt and tugging it downward with a quiet, insistence.
paige blinked, looking down at the hand on her shirt before looking back up, a faint trace of amusement breaking through her tired expression. “what are you doing?”
azzi didn't let go, tilting her chin up slightly as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “getting ready to take a shower, obviously?”
paige’s chest rose and fell with a slow breath. she didn't pull away, but she reached up, her larger hands gently wrapping around azzi’s wrists to still her movements. her touch was warm, but there was a careful restraint in it.
“hey,” paige murmured, her voice dropping into something impossibly soft. “you can take your time tonight. go ahead and shower az. i'll just wait out here.”
azzi froze, her eyes narrowing slightly. she was taking absolutely none of it. the suggestion alone felt wrong.
“no.” azzi said flatly, ignoring the gentle grip on her wrists as she tugged harder, pulling paige toward the bathroom. “absolutely not. you're coming with me.”
paige let out a quiet, defeated laugh, the last of her resistance melting away under azzi's stubbornness. she didn't fight it anymore, letting herself be led into the steam-filled room that she turned on earlier.
but once they were under the warm spray, the usual rhythm felt entirely different.
azzi stepped in close, leaning back against paige's chest, fully expecting the heavy tension between them to finally break into something more. she tilted her head back, waiting for the familiar warmth of paige's lips against her neck, for the hands that usually couldn't stay still to touch her.
instead, the older just reached past her for the bottles on the ledge. there was no teasing. no lingering loaded touches. paige simply worked a dollop of shampoo into her palms, creating a rich lather before her fingers sank into azzi's wet hair. she was incredibly gentle, her thumbs massaging azzi's scalp and carefully working through the curls with a quiet focused devotion.
azzi closed her eyes, leaning into the touch, leaning into her.
when the shampoo was rinsed, paige smoothly transitioned to the conditioner, her fingers gliding through the tangled loops with the kind of meticulous care. next came the loofah, the warm soapy mesh moving across azzi's back in steady, soothing strokes that did absolutely nothing funny. it was pure, unadulterated caretaking, sweet, efficient, and completely platonic. azzi does not like platonic.
by the time they were done. azzi sat patiently on the edge of the mattress, a towel draped over her body, watching paige quietly dress herself with her boxers, sweatpants and a thin cotton sleeping shirt before she moved around. azzi was now pouting. her bottom lip tucked in slightly as she stared down at the floorboards, she doesn’t like it when her girlfriend is quiet.
paige went to the drawers and disappeared into the closet for a moment before returning with a small bundle of clothing in her hands. she didn't say a word, just knelt down on the floor right in front of azzi.
gently, paige took hold of azzi’s ankle, lifting her foot to help her step into a pair of her own grey boxers. azzi didn't resist, her eyes fixed on the crown of paige’s head as the blonde pulled the soft, cotton up her thighs and settled the waistband right at her hips.
next came the shirt. a heavily worn, uconn t-shirt that belonged to paige. which azzi also stole, to nobody’s surprise.
paige gathered the fabric in her hands, waiting patiently until azzi finally relented and lifted her arms. paige guided the shirt over her head, the soft fabric smelling faintly of their detergent and entirely of her. as azzi’s head popped through the collar, her damp curls tumbled messily over her shoulders, but she refused to make eye contact, keeping her gaze firmly averted.
azzi had already made up her mind. if paige insisted on pretending everything was fine, then maybe she’d sulk instead. maybe if she pouted long enough, paige would do what she always did. poke at her sides, pepper her face with kisses, make terrible jokes, or shower her with affection until she cracked a smile.
paige on the other hand, didn't push it. she just reached out, her hands smoothing down the front of the uconn shirt, flattening the wrinkles over azzi’s chest with that same steady, careful tenderness from the shower.
she stayed there on her knees for a beat longer, her hands resting softly against azzi's thighs, her eyes finally lifting to look at her. paige simply brushed a loose curl away from azzi’s face and offered a small smile. “all done baby.”
she rose to her feet, “you hungry?”
azzi gave a tiny shake of her head. “no.”
“okay.” paige nodded once. “go read your book then mama.”
azzi frowned slightly, “what about you?”
paige glanced toward the bedroom door as she picked up the discarded heels from the floor.
“i’m gonna play fortnite for a bit.”
she looked back at azzi, her voice as gentle as ever.“don’t wait up for me if you get tired, okay?”
azzi stared, “oh.. okay.”
paige gave her a peck on the cheek before heading towards the living room, quietly closing the bedroom door behind her.
the room fell silent. azzi stared at the closed door for a long moment before reaching over to her nightstand and picking up the novel she’d been working through.
she opened it to the page she’d left off on, but she didn’t read a single word. every few seconds, her eyes drifted back towards the bedroom door like it had personally offended her.
reading had always been her favorite part of the night. not only because of the book, but because a certain blondie would inevitably climb into bed, rest her head against her, and absentmindedly ask what was happening every few pages, annoying the hell out of her.
tonight, the empty space beside her felt strangely noticeable. still, azzi stubbornly kept the book open in her lap. hoping paige would comeback any second now.
after approximately waiting for three minutes. azzi huffed, slamming the novel shut with a sharp clack and tossing it onto the nightstand. alright. no more of this. she slid off the bed and marched out into the hallway.
when she walked into the living room, she found paige on the couch, manspreading comfortably with her legs wide apart, her eyes fully focused on the glowing screen as she navigated her character through fortnite. she looked entirely immersed, the blue light reflecting in her calm, stoic expression.
azzi didn't ask for permission. she didn't wait for an invite, either.
clutching the custom pink controller—the one paige had bought her specifically to match her own purple one. azzi stepped right up to the couch and sprawled herself directly onto paige’s lap. she straddled her thighs, settling her weight over the blonde, deliberately blocking half her view of the game.
paige didn't even flinch. she didn't question the sudden influx of limbs and curls, simply shifting her arms slightly up and around azzi's waist so she could keep her thumbs moving on the joysticks. her eyes stayed glued to the screen, completely unbothered by the heavy human-sized distraction in her lap.
azzi stared at the screen for a second, then looked down at paige's face, trying to catch her eyes. paige didn't budge.
“i wanna play too.” azzi uttered smally, her voice a quiet, tentative rumble against the sound of gunshots from the tv.
finally, paige let out a small huff of a laugh, her gaze still fixed on the match. “you don’t even like playing, baby.” paige murmured, her voice steady but carrying that familiar, affectionate undertone. “you always complain you're dying first.”
azzi just shook her head, stubbornness flaring right back up through her sulking facade. she gripped her pink controller a little tighter, refusing to move an inch from paige's lap. “i wanna play.”
as soon as her match was done, which she ended with a victory royale. despite azzi completely blocking her view— she backed out to the lobby and invited her girlfriend to the party.
at first, it was exactly how every game between them usually went. paige patiently reminding azzi which buttons did what, only for azzi to immediately forget and panic the second another player showed up.
“baby, you’re building a wall.”
paige laughed, she couldn’t help it. azzi was clearly struggling, every single mechanic and strategy paige had painstakingly taught her over and over again completely flying out the window. azzi was panicking, button-mashing, and accidentally building walls in front of her own face while paige just laughed, her chest vibrating against azzi's back.
by the time the next few matches rolled around, the mood had lightened. they joked, accidentally sabotaged each other, and celebrated every tiny success like it was a win.
predictably, it didn't last long. after a chaotic fight where they both ended up dying in top ten, the screen flashed red.
before the lobby could even load back up, azzi had enough. she snatched the purple controller right out of paige’s hand and threw both of them away, tossing them carelessly onto the cushions beside them.
in one swift movement, she locked paige down on the couch, tightening the grip of her thighs around her waist to keep her anchored right where she was. she leaned forward, completely burying paige in her embrace, sweetly coddling her girlfriend. she pressed her face into the crook of paige’s neck, her hands gently framing the blonde's jaw, pulling her attention entirely away from the tv.
paige grinned easily, slipping her hands on her favorite place, azzi’s waist.
“this game hates me.” azzi grumbled.
paige chuckled, “i think you’re just terrible at it.”
azzi rolled her eyes despite smiling, “rude.”
a comfortable silence sat between them, azzi stared tenderly at her girlfriend. “what’s wrong?” azzi murmured, her voice soft, dripping with genuine, affectionate concern. she looked into paige's eyes,“why were you upset baby?”
under the weight of azzi’s soft gaze and the gentle warmth of her body, paige finally caved. the tension left her shoulders all at once, she let out a long heavy sigh.
“i just… really hated the way people were looking at you tonight.” paige answered honestly, her tone sounded like she was ashamed. azzi stayed silent, giving her the space to continue.
“i know that’s my issue to deal with,” paige admitted. “you didn’t do anything wrong. you looked amazing, and you should be able to wear whatever makes you feel good.”
she looked down for a moment before continuing, “i just didn’t wanna tell you because i was worried it’d sound like i was trying to tell you what you can or can’t wear. i never want you to feel like that az.”
“so you kept it to yourself?” azzi said softly.
paige nodded once, “yeah.”
“even though it was bothering you.”
azzi smiled gently, “thank you for telling me baby.” gently coddling the older’s jaw.
paige looked up, a little surprised. azzi continued, “i’d rather know what’s going on in your head than have you carry it around by yourself.” she gave paige a reassuring smile.
“i know you’d never try to control me. that’s not who you are.”
paige’s shoulders finally relaxed, she still seemed a bit hesitant, like she’s unsure if she’s allowed to be vulnerable like this.
“i just… didn’t want you to think any less of me az.”
azzi answered without hesitation, “never baby. you know i’d never think that way about you p.”
a relieved smile slowly spread across paige’s face as she looked up at her best friend. the girl who had known her for so many years, somehow always understood her without making her feel judged or ashamed. her sweet, endlessly patient girlfriend had a way of making even her ugliest feelings feel safe enough to share.
“better now?” azzi raised an eyebrow, her thumb still gently caressing her girlfriend’s jaw in quiet reassurance.
paige nodded, the tension she had all night finally easing.
a playful smirk spread across azzi’s plump lips, “good. now kiss me. i’m needy, and you denied me all night.” she jutted.
a soft, genuine laugh escaped paige, far freer than any she’d managed all evening. “you don’t gotta tell me twice, princess.”
without another word, paige gently switched their positions until azzi was the one resting comfortably against the sofa, paige settling in close with an unmistakably fond smile. “y’know, i was trying real hard to not touch you in the shower mama.”
azzi giggled, throwing her hands over the blonde’s shoulder, leaning her in until paige’s lips hovered against her own.
paige huffed a laugh and leaned in, closing the air space between them.
my princess, paige thought.
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