#champagne papi

Paige x Azzi

“I just wanna touch you, but I’m so far away”

AN:ok so this isn’t what i was planning on putting out but i was rereading it for inspo bc unfortunately ya girl is inexperienced in this field. But here u go since i’ve been baiting y’all accidentally. I also don’t rly like this bc it’s short as hell but it’s from like mid may so I’m giving myself grace BUUUT I hope yall like it (yall will bc yall freaked out too so) enjoy!

WC: 1.3K

Warning: 18+

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After basically living together for four years, Paige and Azzi grew accustomed to having each other around at every waking moment. So, when Paige was drafted number one to the Wings. To Dallas, the two kind of freaked out.

Even though she was super happy for Paige, Azzi couldn’t help but be sad that her girlfriend was moving back across the country.

Away from her.

It’d been two weeks since Paige moved and Azzi had felt every second of everyday that Paige was gone. Despite constant facetimes and texts, Azzi missed Paige in ways she’d never thought she could miss someone— she missed her hair, her smell, her laugh— she mostly, however, missed her touch. God, Paige’s touch that could make her melt the second Paige’s hands were on her.

The way she missed Paige was nobody’s problem, but her own— but, she still made it everyone else’s. One particular afternoon, while getting lunch with Caroline, Azzi decided that today, her missing Paige was Carol’s new problem.

“How do you deal with being single?” She asked flatly, to a now choking Caroline.

“Wow Az, thanks for asking if I’m good,” Caroline said, sipping her water. “Um, I don’t know? Some of us don’t have the luxury of meeting the love of our lives at fifteen.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, “Seriously Care, I genuinely don’t know how to function without her. I’m actually so touch deprived and it’s only been two weeks. I don’t know if I’ll make it to the end of the W season.”

Caroline shook her head incredulously at her friend. “Call her? Watch her edits? Book a flight to Dallas? Make her book you a flight? I know she’ll do it. Or, y’know, do it yourself? I’m sure you have enough pictures of her.”

Azzi’s eyebrows shot up, as she was the one choking now. “Carol!”

Caroline put her hands up in mock surrender. “What? You made this my problem today. I’m just giving you solutions.”

Azzi wiped her mouth with a napkin, still lightly coughing. “You’re the worst.”

Caroline grinned. “I know. But you love me.”

Azzi didn’t respond, she just glanced out the window, her mood going back to normal. She missed her girlfriend. Not just in a “we’ll text everyday” way. But, in a gut wrenching way.

And it had only been two weeks.

Later that night, after failed study attempts and a painfully cold shower, Azzi gave up, grabbing her phone, and facetiming Paige like it was muscle memory.

She answered on the first ring, lounging on her bed, bare shouldered in a tank top, her hair tied up in a messy bun, and a soft smile on her face. “Hey baby.”

Azzi leaned back into her pillows, exhaling. Seeing Paige’s face on a screen, not next to her, made her chest ache. “Hi. I miss you.”

Paige tilted her head, still smiling. “I miss you more mama. You okay?”

Azzi hesitated. “I was at lunch with Carol earlier, and I may or may not have had a breakdown.”

Paige smirked knowingly. “Bout me?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but nodded. “Yeah. I was saying how I miss you and she asked why I couldn’t just call or book a flight or—” she trailed off, embarrassed now. “She also made a very Caroline, very inappropriate suggestion.”

“Oh yeah?” Paige raised an eyebrow. “Please, enlighten me.”

Azzi sighed, burying her face in her hands. “She said I probably have enough pictures of you to… y’know… help myself.”

Paige burst out laughing, leaning back against her pillows. “Bro. Carol’s wild for that.”

“I didn’t say she was wrong,” Azzi muttered, barely above a whisper.

Paige grinned slowly, “I can send you pics if you wanna do it yourself.”

Azzi sat up straighter. “Paige. No, like– please. I’m good—it’s fine. You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” Paige’s voice dipped, soft but firm. “I’d rather be the one touching you, but if this is what we’ve got, I’ll make it work. Let me help you out, mama.”

Azzi looked away, biting her lip, already warm from paige's offer.

“Okay…” she whispered.

Paige leaned closer to the camera. “But only if you stay on the phone with me while you do it.”

Azzi blinked. “What?”

Paige’s tone becoming slightly more demanding. “I could hang up. But then you’d have no one to talk you through it. And I know that gets you off.”

Azzi didn’t say anything, but her silence was answer enough.

Paige smiled and picked up her phone, tapping away.

Seconds later, three pictures came through.

One of her hand, fingers spread, knuckles sharp and veins popping slightly. Another of her abs, and the last… her face. Hair messy, lips parted, sweat along her collarbone. She looked wrecked. And so stupidly beautiful it made Azzi hold her breath.

Paige watched her reaction. “You like ‘em?”

Azzi nodded slowly, barely breathing. “Too much.”

“Good. Now…” Paige leaned back and looked at her. “Take your shirt off for me.”

Azzi hesitated for half a second, then obeyed, slipping out of her oversized tee. Her nipples were already hard, her skin itched with tension.

“Play with your nipples first,” Paige instructed, her voice low. “You know how much I love watching you touch them.”

Azzi bit her lip, letting her fingers roll over each one, moaning softly.

Paige watched closely. “Good girl.”

The praise hit instantly—Azzi let out a small gasp, her hips shifting beneath the sheets. Paige clocked it.

“You like that baby? You like when I call you my good girl? When I remind you that you're mine?”

Azzi whimpered. “Yes.”

“You’re so easy for me mama. One word from me and you’re wet.”

Azzi moaned again, louder this time. Her hand slid lower, but Paige caught her.

“Hey!” she said softly. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Azzi paused, breathing heavily.

“Ask me.”

“Can I… can I touch myself now?”

Paige tilted her head. “Beg for it.”

Azzi’s eyes fluttered shut. “Please, Paige. Please let me touch myself. I miss you so much, I need it. I need you.”

“That’s better,” Paige murmured. “Go ahead, baby. Show me how bad you miss me.”

Azzi’s hand slid beneath the waistband of her shorts, finding herself soaked and desperate. She moaned again, this time with Paige whispering right in her ear, “That’s it. Keep going. You’re already dripping, aren’t you?”

Azzi nodded breathlessly, her fingers circling slow, just how she liked.

“Such a dirty girl,” Paige cooed. “You’re on the phone, playing with yourself for me. You’re so desperate for my touch you’ll take whatever I give you.”

Azzi whimpered again, her legs twitching.

“Say it,” Paige commanded. “Say you’re my filthy little girl.”

“I’m your—your filthy girl,” Azzi breathed out.

“Good girl.”

That undid her. Azzi’s body jerked, but Paige’s voice held her there.

“Don’t come yet.”

Azzi nearly cried. “Please—Paige—please.”

“I said no,” Paige growled. “You come when I say you can come. Now stop moving and lick your fingers clean.”

Azzi obeyed, licking slowly, eyes closing.

“Back in,” Paige whispered. “Two fingers. Do it for me.”

Azzi slid them back in with a shaky sigh.

“Now,” Paige said, voice deep and soothing, “I want you to go slow. Let me hear every sound. Let me hear you fall apart for me.”

Azzi moaned loudly, her other hand returning to her chest, rolling her nipple as her hips bucked into her hand.

Paige whispered filth and sweetness in equal measure—calling her a good girl, a mess, a slut, her baby. Azzi didn’t know which she loved more. The praise made her melt. The degradation made her feral.

When she finally begged again, Paige’s voice turned velvet.

“Now, baby. Come for me.”

Azzi’s orgasm hit like a crash wave—legs shaking, fingers stilled, her back arching as she sobbed Paige’s name. Her whole body went limp.

Paige was smiling, soft and smug. “That’s my girl. You did so good.”

Azzi laid there dazed, her hand still on her stomach, body humming. “That was amazing,” she whispered. “But… holy fuck, it made me miss you more.”

Paige chuckled gently. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Paige said, “I already booked your flight.”

Azzi blinked.