#leonmitch

Leon grabs her wrist. Leon has big hands. She's kind of big everywhere. Shoulders. Chest. Hips. Thighs. Not that Mitch notices. Or, not that Mitch notices any more than she notices any of her other teammates. Leon is pulling her down the hallway, past the locker room, into an empty office that might be used by their social media team.

"A reward," Leon says. She pushes the door shut and locks the knob. Mitch's eyes widen. "Unless somebody else hit a career milestone tonight?"

Mitch shakes her head. It was her fiftieth goal. Snapped into the net off a gorgeous pass from Dylan.

"Unless somebody else is going to help you celebrate?" Leon asks. She's closing in on Mitch. Her eyes are so bright. She has a nice straight nose and full lips. Mitch shouldn't be noticing any of this.

"Um. Not that I know of," Mitch says. Leon pushes her and Mitch goes, ass sliding back onto a random desk as Leon steps in between her knees. She's staring hard at Mitch's face and then she's reaching down to get her hand in Mitch's leggings and she says, "Is Davo going to be mad at me for this?"

Leon's eyes narrow. The tips of her fingers touch Mitch's clit and her hips jump against the desk. "Do you care?" Leon asks.

Mitch is already wet. She's always wet after a good game. She tries to remember how Connor gets when she's angry. Tries to remember how vindictive and bitchy she can be. Leon's fingers are on her clit properly now and she's staring at Mitch's mouth. Mitch decides it's not her problem if Connor doesn't know how to mark her territory properly.

"Not really," Mitch says.

Leon kisses her. She rubs Mitch's clit and reaches up and grabs the tail of Mitch's long, sweaty ponytail. She pulls Mitch's head back and kisses her throat and pushes her long, pretty fingers inside her. There's not much fucking. Mostly Mitch riding Leon's hand and clawing at her strong shoulders and whining at Leon to bite her.

Leon ignores her. Gets a third finger in her cunt. Her hand is curved so the heel of it is pushing into Mitch's clit. She twists Mitch's hair around her hand, around her wrist, and stabs her tongue into Mitch's mouth like she has something to prove. Knowing Leon, she does. Mitch doesn't really care what it is because she's soaking her underwear and coming into Leon's palm with a hot, shivery moan.

Leon replaces her tongue with her fingers. Mitch sucks on them, licks them clean, drags her tongue over the lines in Leon's palm while blinking at her with big eyes.