#pazzi

not this shit again. paige threw her head back against her headboard with a sigh. 

chillllll bro

it’s a vibe

she couldn’t think of any better way to explain what was happening. they didn’t really hang out alone, but they texted a lot. and flirted. paige was trying beyond comparison to be chill and normal, and was doing her damnedest to not hit on her. 

the only problem was that azzi fudd was jawdropping. paige had never in her life seen someone that gorgeous. to make things worse, she had a thing for talent, and the way azzi could shoot– paige got genuine heart palpitations watching her sink shots in practice. 

they were only a year apart, but azzi was her fellow number-one-draft-pick and her rookie of a whopping one month. it was stupid to have a crush on her, stupid to send her dumb jokes and to hang around her after practice as much as possible. paige should be leading. paige should be setting examples. 

well if she was leading the homo brigade and setting examples on how to look pathetic, she was doing a pretty good job. 

arike: wait did u know each other in college?

no, paige replied, too quick. the answer was more complicated than that; of course paige had known who azzi was in college. they’d played each other a handful of times. but college-paige had only cared about one thing while on the court: a natty. azzi was nothing more than another player to scout, some straight girl with a good shot. 

only, azzi wasn’t straight. and she was certainly no longer just another player that paige could ignore. 

sure, she’d seen the headlines back in the day– bueckers vs fudd, who will carry their team to victory– but it was all some bullshit. 

arike: bullshit 😂

arike: [picture attached]

paige squinted. it was a picture of her and azzi at some conference, azzi mid laugh at something and paige making a face. 

dang, paige had no clue where that had been taken. she’d given so many speeches with so many players over the years, made so much small talk– it could have been taken the week prior and paige wouldn’t have had the faintest idea. 

i dont even remember that bro fr fr

arike: she looks mad good tho

yeah

arike: 😂🫵

shut up. paige locked her phone, rolling her eyes. bait. 

after about three seconds, she unlocked it again, re-opening the picture and zooming in a little on azzi. dang, she really did look good. 

arike: don’t look too hard at it. you gotta look her in the eye at practice tomorrow ;)

kill yourself, paige shot back, locking her phone again and throwing it on her nightstand. it buzzed once more, but she refused to look. 

laying on her back and staring at the ceiling, she rested her hands on her chest. stupid. her heart beat against her palms. 

she closed her eyes, deciding to fall asleep. the image of azzi sprung into her mind, mid-smile, bathed yellow in the living room light. her mind supplied a little glint in her eye, a detail of a freckle on her cheek, a little curl by her ear. her heart rate sped up, pounding against her hands. 

“fuck,” she groaned. this was bad. she should not be thinking this much about azzi. but at the end of the night… she let herself flash back to earlier. 

…

if you asked paige what project hail mary was about, she’d be able to give you about a two word summary. first word: azzi. second word: fudd. 

the team was getting to know each other with all the new additions, hanging out at alanna’s house and watching a movie. it was literally nothing special– alanna just happened to have the biggest space to hang out, and they ordered food to eat and lounged around. 

half the team was off to the right, talking at the kitchen table in the next room. the remainder were huddled in the living room around two bowls of popcorn. 

when the movie started, paige was cognizant of about thirty seconds of science fiction freakiness before her gay brain took over entirely. azzi sat directly to her left, muscular arm brushing against paige’s, thigh pressed into hers. she didn’t seem to be aware of how close they were, at all, which was unfortunate because the situation was a little catastrophic for paige. 

she exhaled a little strangely and winced. smooth. nice.

it was honestly ridiculous, feeling her stomach jolt at the feeling of a pretty girl next to her. paige had cuddled with plenty of girls on couches before, had lounged around with tons of her friends. she should know what to do with her hands, should be able to keep her anxious stomach in check. 

but azzi was a category that paige couldn’t define; one year paige’s junior, and her athletic equal, paige felt responsible for ensuring her well-being. paige also felt like her brain melted like a popsicle every time azzi spoke words to her. which was unfortunate, because that was a lot. 

if this was a date, or if azzi was anyone but paige’s coworker that she was sitting with at a group function, paige would have leaned right into the touch and played along. if azzi were her longtime friend, paige would have manspreaded into her space to try to get on her nerves. but azzi was neither, and paige couldn’t decide how to act, so she just sat there, stiff. 

paige’s internal monologue was as follows: arm. she smells good. her hair is brushing my shoulder. can she feel how fast i’m breathing from the rise and fall of my shoulder? arm. thigh. dang, she really smells good. should i kill myself?

after about twenty minutes, azzi grew visibly uncomfortable. she shifted her torso away from paige, against the armrest of the couch, and drew her feet up to where they stopped just shy of resting on paige’s legs. 

paige stared really hard at her feet. she wanted to ask her– was it weird? 

no, it was weirder to overthink it. it was a friendly gesture, a kind gesture. they were hanging out. it was chill. 

“azzi,” she muttered. the brunette turned towards her, eyes wide and expectant. “stretch your legs out.”

azzi’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. trying to stop her cheeks from pinkening, paige patted her own lap. here. 

azzi smiled gratefully, understanding. she shifted her body so that her back was against the armrest, legs splaying across paige’s lap. 

bzzz. bzzz. paige’s phone vibrated violently from her pocket. her eyes snapped up, scanning the room. aziaha, who was sitting on a chair to their right, was pointedly raising an eyebrow at her.

aziaha: bro….

aziaha: be fr

paige stole a frantic glance at azzi to see if she was watching paige’s screen. which she wasn’t, clearly. why would she be? 

dude chill i’m just helping her be more comfortable

aziaha: wouldn’t have done ts for me 🤨

ur feet stink like poo 

she smells like sunshine and rainbows

aziaha: there’s a word for the likes of you and it rhymes with bomosexual

i swear bro i swear

don’t even know her middle name stop talking crazy

of course paige knew her middle name. her middle name was jazlyn. she’d found that out when she’d looked up azzi fudd on google, and also azzi fudd college highlights, and also azzi fudd from where and what perfume smells like jasmine but like better and valentino born in roma perfume and is there a born in roma cologne. she’d gotten distracted.

okay, jesus. she needed to focus. 

ryan gosling, in the movie, was wearing a really distracting yellow coat that made paige think of curious george. they were saying something about the sun dying, and paige wondered if they made him yellow on purpose. like the sun. that was dying. maybe he was going to die later in the movie, and it was foreshadowing.

she kept trying to see him as a serious scientist, but she couldn’t stop thinking of him as ken from barbie. this was Depressed Ken, maybe. he was certainly dressed the part, in some bullshit a depressed person would pull from their closet without thinking twice. 

her brain launched into an impromptu performance of i’m just ken, and she lost track of a decent amount of minutes before she came crashing back online. 

azzi’s legs were shifting uncomfortably again. don’t move, she wanted to say, but that would be pathetic. 

“you uncomfortable?” she murmured. stupid. clearly, azzi was uncomfortable. 

“yeah,” azzi whispered. “this armrest is really hard.”

“that’s what she said,” paige whispered back. azzi socked her on the arm. 

aziaha sat up straight. “what are y’all whispering about over there? i’m getting fomo.”

“i’m wondering if there’s a pillow i could use? the armrest is kind of hard,” azzi asked. 

at the conversation, everyone’s heads turned towards them. paige suddenly became incredibly aware of the two legs draped across her thighs, of the way her hands laid on top of them awkwardly. 

shit. she desperately did not want to seem like she was trying to make moves on the rookie, regardless of how incredibly badly she wanted to make moves on the rookie. 

“just use paige,” aziaha suggested. to azzi, she might have looked genuine, but to paige, who’d known her longer, she could see the shit-eating smile aziaha was trying to hide. she narrowed her eyes at her. 

“hey!” she complained. 

“paige got all that muscle now. go head and put it to good use.” paige was going to smack her the next time she got within arm’s reach.

azzi’s eyes flicked down for a second. paige unintentionally flexed a little. “yeah, alright.” azzi decided, shifting herself around. 

paige’s mind went full blown static as azzi laid down on her lap, on her back, head facing the screen and feet hanging over the armrest. it was a wonder sparks didn’t fly out of her head by the way that she was short-circuiting. azzi’s head was warm against paige’s thighs, flyaways brushing her bare skin with every breath. 

paige had the horrible urge to smooth her hands over azzi’s head, to play with her hair and scratch her scalp, and then she decided that she needed to die. honestly, she genuinely didn’t know how azzi was comfortable, but she wasn’t about to ask and risk her moving. 

she needed to distract herself, stat. could azzi hear her heartbeat in her thighs? was that a thing? because that could be a problem. clearing her throat, she squinted at the television and tried to pay attention again. 

on the screen, ryan gosling was having an existential crisis in a tunnel while eating some shit from a thermos. then, he was staring really hard at a plaque. then, he was doing some sciency shit in a lab coat that tried to cover up the world’s ugliest striped sweater. 

the best time to wear a striped sweater is all the time, paige’s brain sang. she snorted out loud. that was a good spongebob reference. 

azzi turned her head so she was looking up at paige. 

“what?” she asked, quiet. christ, she was beautiful. and really near paige’s crotch. enough.

paige blinked back at her. 

“what’s funny?” azzi tried again, whispering. 

“nothing,” paige muttered, “was thinking about something else.”

that seemed to be good enough for azzi, who rolled back over. paige spent the next few minutes thinking about the shape of azzi’s lips and pretending that she wasn’t. 

paige’s leg started to feel numb. azzi, bless her heart, was completely restricting blood flow to her lower left extremity. unfortunately, paige would rather die than kick a beautiful girl out of her lap, and she didn’t want to look fucking stupid, so she resolved herself to ignoring it and hoping her leg would figure it out. 

“wait, why is he on a plane?” azzi turned again, asking under her breath. 

“i really couldn’t tell you,” paige admitted. “i’ve been thinking about how to get the last piece of popcorn from that bowl without moving your head.”

azzi’s mouth curved upwards into a small smile. she reached her hand out and grabbed the last piece, holding it in front of paige’s face. the demons in paige told her to take it with her mouth, but she was a rational human being, and she let azzi drop it into her hands. 

“isn’t it cold now?” azzi asked. 

“eh,” paige shrugged, “like, room temperature. it’s still nice and salty, and that’s what matters.”

azzi wrinkled her nose. “makes me too thirsty.”

“good thing you have a water then, thirsty girl.”

thirsty girl? was paige fucking serious?

azzi snorted. she was fully looking up, then, not paying any attention to the movie. paige stared at her, hoping the dim lighting of the room was enough to cover the way she greedily drank in the sight of all of azzi’s face. 

“what’s he doing now?” azzi whispered. 

paige, with great effort, tore her eyes away from azzi to look at the screen. “he’s standing in front of a room of people who look like they’re in the military.”

azzi listened for a second. “i keep hearing ken whenever he opens his mouth.”

paige’s head snapped back down. “right?”

“he was just so good in that role. it ruined any of his other movies for me.”

“he was the perfect casting,” paige agreed. 

they looked at each other. dang, paige’s leg was really numb. 

paige was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to bend down and kiss her, awkward and mismatched, uncaring of anything but the feeling of their lips against each other. she held azzi’s gaze, dark and unblinking, and her thoughts started moving a million miles a minute. 

no, she shouldn’t. azzi was her fucking rookie, for god’s sake, and who knows what the team, let alone the rest of the world, would have to say about it. and it would be ridiculous to do it right there, in front of everyone. she’d never in her life gotten the impulse for such drastic pda. 

but she wanted to. 

azzi’s tongue darted out and wet her lower lip. paige followed the movement with her eyes, eyelids falling just a fraction. 

there was a sudden warmth at the corner of paige’s mouth, and she startled as she realized that azzi’s gentle thumb was brushing at her skin. 

“salt,” azzi murmured in explanation, like she hadn’t just given paige a heart attack. paige wanted her to do it again. the way azzi looked at her lips, the feeling of her soft and sweet, was intoxicating. 

paige’s breath caught in her chest, and her mind went a little blank, and–

she hissed loudly, leg jolting hard. fucking pins and needles, jesus christ, her entire leg was being stabbed–

azzi shot up. “what? oh my god, are you okay?”

even through the pain, paige felt immediately cold. “yes, yeah, pins and needles.”

someone paused the movie. “paige, bro, what–”

“pins and needles,” she groaned again, louder, “ignore me, play the movie.”

azzi laughed in her face, the rest of the team joining in. azzi patted her thigh gently. 

“fuck,” paige muttered, “sorry.” she tried to give her a sheepish smile. 

“s’okay,” azzi shrugged, “my fault.” she knocked her shoulder against paige’s, turning back to the tv. paige needed to get her fucking act together. 

____

TWO: 

paige had now known azzi for two and a half months. in the last week, alanna and jj had both singled her out to inquire about the status of her and azzi’s relationship; she’d had to tell them both a miserable no. 

with how chill all of her teammates were being about it, she figured that the whole “azzi is a rookie” hangup didn’t hold much water now. paige herself had only been in the league for one measly year, as arike liked to remind her. 

the point was that that was a good thing, because she was now pretty sure that azzi was flirting with her. 

she wasn’t positive, of course– it was very much a possibility that paige’s own delusional thoughts were misinterpreting azzi’s actions entirely. maybe azzi was looking for a super close best friend when she texted paige good morning with a little sun and a heart every day. they clicked so well on and off the court, it would make sense. 

but paige had to let hope cloud her vision a little, especially at times like this, where–

arike: bro where did u guys go

arike: always disappearing somewhere together i swear

arike: this my own house

arike: don’t desecrate it

woah woah calm down

we’re just talking in the driveway

arike: don’t wanna watch the fireworks out back with the team?

we’re having fun

ur buffalo chicken dip is fire

arike: of course it is

arike: come inside and eat my wife’s dessert before i whoop you both

be there in a minute mom

arike was hosting the team for a fourth of july party. everything was going well this season, and the wings were coming off a much-needed win. they were celebrating in the dallas heat, everyone a little happy and sweaty.

there’s a line paige remembered from to kill a mockingbird about the southern heat, something about the ladies being like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum. she said as much to azzi, who looked at her kind of funny. it sparked a conversation about whether or not talcum was a carcinogen, a topic on which neither of them were particularly knowledgeable. 

the point of her thought process was that azzi looked sweet and shiny and smelled really good, and paige kind of wanted to eat her whole.

as previously mentioned, half the season gone by had done wonders for getting rid of the azzi-is-a-rookie nerves. paige tried not to be corny, but azzi fit into her life in a way that she never expected her to. they had similar interests, hobbies, and humor, and they became practically inseparable. sports media adored them, calling them all kinds of names and gushing over their chemistry. 

it wasn’t something paige was proud of, having a fat and massive crush on azzi, but it was truly impossible not to. the more she’d gotten to know her, the worse it had become. she kept expecting azzi to do something weird and offputting that would change the way paige felt, but paige was endeared to all of her quirks. they just fit together.

time after practice was spent grabbing food together, time off on the weekends was spent hanging out with each other’s friends, and time before bed was spent texting back and forth about whatever crossed their mind. it was nice.

dressed in a striped blue tube top and little shorts, azzi looked like a muscled vision sitting next to paige on the pavement. her knees were drawn up to her chest, chin resting atop one. paige had been resisting the urge to wrap her arms around her for about twenty minutes straight. 

paige looked like an idiot in a white wifebeater and massive firetruck-red jorts, her butt in genuine pain from digging into the driveway. she probably had pebbles stuck up her crack. not really. but it felt like that. that was the common theme with paige when it came to azzi; she was stupid around her. every time she considered making a move, she managed to make herself feel so dumb that she thought azzi would get weirded out. 

“i just think it’s unrealistic for king kong to be that massive. like, think of evolution. everything got small again before apes even evolved,” paige complained. 

“not everything,” azzi disagreed, “think about whales.”

“yeah, but that’s underwater. they got their own freaky shit going on down there. i’m talking about on land.”

“well, why don’t you have a problem with godzilla?”

“because they didn’t make godzilla a massive fucking ape. massive fucking ape implies real-world evolution.”

“they probably have some logic for it. maybe he got chemicals spilled on him, or he was part of a species of giant apes living on an island and he was the last one, or something,” azzi mused. 

“massive fucking ape,” paige grumbled, again. “stupid.”

“you’re stupid.”

“your mom.”

azzi rolled her eyes, but paige could see her biting back a smile. 

a loud popping sound rang out, and they both winced. 

“oh– there, there!” azzi pointed, excited. the house diagonal from arike’s must have been setting off fireworks from their backyard, because the sparks were loud and massive. 

azzi’s eyes were wide as she looked up at the trailing colors streaking the sky. she looked beautiful, calm and happy, fully at peace in the moment. paige studied the way the lights fizzled out in the reflection on azzi’s pupils. 

on instinct, she moved her pinky so that it overlapped azzi’s. azzi turned to her, then; paige couldn’t tell if her cheeks were a little pink in the fading light or if it was a lingering beam from the almost-set sun. 

“this is romantic,” azzi said quietly. 

paige blanked, eyes widening. “what,” she said, more caught off-guard than a question. 

“i mean,” azzi clarified, flustered, “like, y’know, in the sense of the word where it means something pretty. like romanticize. like it– it just feels really lovely.” she tucked a stray curl behind her ear. 

right. sure. 

“i guess it could also be romantic,” azzi was definitely blushing, “with the right person.”

“yeah,” paige agreed, dumbly. she didn’t know why she said what she said next, but she did. “at my family’s cabin in minnesota, we used to go to the lake every fourth of july. my dad and my stepmom, well, my first stepmom, used to always stop what they were doing and kiss at the first firework.”

azzi leaned her shoulder against paige. “that’s really sweet.”

paige laughed. “yeah, i mean– they didn’t work out, clearly, but i always kinda wanted to do that some day. have a family, have a woman i love, make up stupid reasons to kiss each other. y’know.”

azzi’s pinky twitched underneath paige’s. “my dad does something similar,” she said. “he does this stupid thing called pancake kisses, where he makes pancakes on saturday mornings, and he kisses my mom once for every pancake she eats.”

paige grinned. “i could get behind that. i eat a lot of pancakes.”

“oh, you wouldn’t be the one making them?”

“depends. which would you prefer?” paige asked.

“i like waking up to the smell of batter and eggs,” azzi admitted.

“then i change my mind. i’d be the one making them.”

“whatever,” azzi grumbled, but she looked away and tried to hide a pleased smile. 

“are you someone who,” paige cleared her throat, “really likes things like that?”

azzi thought about it for a second before nodding. “yeah, i mean. my parents have always been like that, so i guess it’s by example. i just think it’s so sweet, always doing things to keep the relationship special,” she paused, “what about you?”

“probably, for the right person. i like keeping things fun. and i like to make people i care about feel appreciated,” paige admitted. 

azzi made a playfully intrigued face. “good to know.”

“taking notes?”

“maybe. you want me to?”

paige choked a little on her own spit, and tried to pass it off by clearing her throat. “wouldn’t complain.”

“then i’ll jot it down, boss.”

“perfect.”

“aren’t i?”

“yeah.” paige should kill herself. what the hell was she even saying? she couldn’t flirt for shit. was this flirting? jesus, what if azzi wasn’t even flirting?

“i get that a lot,” azzi sighed, scooting a little closer to paige so their sides pressed together fully, “usually in more,” she paused, “intimate context.”

nope, azzi was flirting. 

“oh?” 

“you heard me.”

paige laughed softly. “i’ll jot it down, boss.”

“perfect.”

the conversation lulled for a moment. another round of fireworks went off, red and spiraling high into the air before exploding. paige took a moment to appreciate what a blessing it was that she was able to be there, seeing something beautiful, warm and full of something like hope, with someone she cared about. 

she turned to face azzi. she kind of wanted to see the awe on azzi’s face as she looked up at the lights, to trace the curves of her face in mental graphite and commit it to memory forever. azzi, though, was already looking at her, eyes deep and dark. 

“you look pretty,” azzi whispered. 

which was ridiculous, because azzi was making paige’s heart functionally arrhythmic in her chest. paige couldn’t even think of the words to rebut that, just let her eyes drag down azzi’s frame and back up to her face. she raised an eyebrow as if to say really? coming from you?

azzi scrunched up her nose and smiled. paige felt a little breathless, a little captivated. jesus christ, she wanted to lean in so badly. she was fairly sure that azzi wanted her to. she let herself imagine moving forward, capturing azzi’s lips in hers, cupping her jaw and finally, finally, kissing her.

azzi blinked up at her slowly, and paige’s pinky curled around azzi’s. her heart fluttered against her chest like a caged bird, violent and frenzied. 

she wanted it bad. she wanted it like an angel pleading for its fucking wings.

but they were sitting outside of arike’s house. in public, on the pavement, in front of the windows, where anyone could be watching. she couldn’t. she couldn’t do it right there. 

oh, shit, arike. “oh my god,” paige blurted out, heart sinking. “arike wanted us inside, like, twenty minutes ago. she’s gonna kill us.”

azzi stared at her for a second like she was still processing her words. “yeah,” she said, slowly. 

“we’re dead,” paige groaned, “they’re gonna give us shit for the next week.”

“yeah,” azzi repeated, brushing off whatever haze she was in. she shook her head and stood up, facing the door. “nice night, huh?” 

paige brushed her hands off as she scrambled to stand up, too.

“let’s go eat lala’s dessert,” azzi said, turning away and walking. 

that was abrupt, paige thought. did she look a little disappointed? shit.

azzi made it to the door, opening it and waiting for paige. 

“one second, i need to tie my shoe. go on ahead,” paige lied, waving azzi in. the younger woman disappeared through the door.

“fuck!” paige cursed, kicking a rock on the pavement. “stupid!”

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THREE: 

it was the beginning of august. count of people who’d asked paige if she and azzi were together: fourteen. her mother, for one. her college best friends. the trainer. her dietician. name them, and they’d asked paige if she’d had her tongue three thousand leagues down the length of azzi’s gullet. it was beginning to piss her off, honestly. if that wasn’t obvious.

don’t say a word.

arike: wasn’t gonna

arike: later… 😏

NOTHING later. i will kill you. with a gun.

arike: hey man

arike: you’re digging your own grave

the team were sitting around a table, plenty of drinks for everyone. the place was a nice one, crisp black tabletops and comfortable chairs. they’d even given the table a bowl of chips to snack on, which paige was pleased with. the music was fairly loud, enough to really worm into paige’s brain when she finished her second beer, but it was nothing unpleasant. 

underneath the table, azzi’s hand was on paige’s thigh. 

it had started with her turning to the side, quietly complimenting paige’s rings while the rest of the team were arguing about something. paige had shown them to her, and she’d leaned in to get a better look, and paige had lost her breath at the proximity and felt like a fucking loser. 

azzi said, “i like the one that spins. i always need something to fidget with.” 

paige replied, “feel free,” and stuck her hand out. azzi giggled, dragging her fingernail up paige’s hand to the ring on her middle finger. she spun it gently once, twice, and gave paige a grateful smile. 

paige tried to tune back into the conversation after that, but she noticed that her and azzi’s chairs seemed inexplicably closer. she tried to laugh at something alanna was saying, tried to make fun of aziaha, but her brain kept replaying that little tilt of azzi’s lips. 

she was wearing this really shiny gloss that somehow hadn’t come off as she sipped her cocktail with a straw, and she also smelled really nice, and–

paige felt a finger trail across her knuckles. her eyes shot down to her lap, where her hands rested, and she saw azzi’s hand gently stroking her way back up to paige’s ring. paige felt her face pinken, and her free hand nervously came up to stroke at her ponytail. 

she stole a glance at azzi, but azzi was turned forwards, intently listening to the conversation in front of them. her hand was as low as possible, trying to be discreet– and she knew paige would let her. paige felt hot. 

not five minutes later, azzi’s fingers drew a sharp path down, onto paige’s lap. 

paige looked over, eyes widening in question, and azzi breathed a laugh. “these rips are bothering me.”

rips? what rips? 

right. the rips in her jeans. paige begged her brain to come back online. “what, you want them bigger? can’t see enough of me?”

not that online, jesus christ. middle ground. middle ground. 

azzi’s eyelids lowered just a fraction, barely noticeable. “no, the little white strands that come off of them– they’re all tangled.”

“so detangle them,” paige muttered, shifting her attention back to arike. the older woman was complaining about her brother-in-law, something about coming over to her house to detail his own car in her driveway. 

azzi didn’t need to be told twice. for a few minutes, she tugged on the outside of the rips, combing fingers through and separating them. she didn’t even look down as she did, just felt around paige’s thigh for the next rip and kept moving. 

when she finished tugging on the strands, her fingertip would circle the tear gently, as if seeking out another strand to focus on. if there were none there, she’d stay there for a minute, softly stroking the skin of paige’s thigh. she’d start with the pad of her finger, little lines, then edge it over to her fingernail, drawing little shapes. when she was bored of that, she’d go back to stroking, a little firmer and bolder.

it only became a problem when she reached one particularly close to the inside of paige’s thigh. the top half of paige wanted to jerk away– not appropriate for team dinner– and the bottom half of paige wanted– well. it wanted.

a bit more forcefully than she would have liked, she brought her hand over top of azzi’s, forcing it flat and stopping her movements. 

alanna turned towards her questioningly, looking down. paige drew her hand back up, tucking her hair behind her ear. she tried so hard to be nonchalant that her elbow knocked against the top of azzi’s chair, and she ended up extending her arm across it. 

great. now her arm was practically around azzi. subtle! cool!

it definitely did not help her case. clearly, nobody cared about what was going on between them, but paige was still nervous. it was rude, if anything, to be overly absorbed in one person at a group hangout. 

what also definitely did not help her case was the fact that azzi didn’t move her hand at all. for the next hour, azzi’s hand just rested on top of her thigh, tightening minutely as she laughed, absentmindedly fidgeting, and paige felt as red as a tomato and twice as wet as one. or whatever. 

past a certain point, she could almost forget about it; then, azzi would crack a joke too loud, and someone’s eyes would move from her face down to where her arm was slightly too far away from her own body, and someone would raise an eyebrow at her. whatever! whatever. 

slowly, people peeled off, paying for their own meals and excusing themselves to go home. eventually, it was just arike, paige, and azzi. 

paige was grateful that arike was there– she and azzi weren’t paying any special attention to each other, and minus the hand on her thigh, the interactions between them were perfectly friendly. it was three people settling deeper into their dynamic, talking life and firsts and basketball, and it was chill. 

it wasn’t even her fault that her and azzi had parked next to each other, and arike had parked down the street. 

when they left the bar, she and azzi lingered outside of their respective cars for a few minutes too long. paige leaned against her door, a casual elbow resting on her side mirror. 

“arike’s so funny,” azzi said quietly, lips curving upward. 

jesus, she was beautiful. paige’s brain took a mental snapshot. the short distance between them felt much bigger after their proximity all night, and paige wanted so badly to touch her again, to be close to her. 

“she’s aight,” paige shrugged, a lopsided smile on her face. “you know she’s real stubborn sometimes.”

“aren’t we all?” azzi asked with a laugh, and paige nodded. 

“for real, though, you’re really lucky to have her as your vet. on the personal level, she’s been through it all. ups, downs, getting overlooked….anger issues,” paige said, seriously. 

azzi snorted. “and being a lesbian. publicly. that’s pretty cool.”

“everyone’s a lesbian, bro.”

“yeah, but not everyone is open about it. i’m not. it’s brave.”

paige had to agree. “yeah. it is.”

“especially because, y’know, until recently nobody really watched us. the stereotype was that we were all dykes. nobody wanted to watch a league full of dykes. and now they do watch us, and there’s so much hatred being brought into our space, and she’s still proudly who she is. that’s really fucking cool.” 

paige looked at her, her eyes wide and earnest, and felt something in her chest soften. “you should tell her that,” she agreed quietly, “i think she’d love to hear it.”

azzi shrugged. “someday.”

“tomorrow, first thing at practice,” paige smiled.

“fat chance,” azzi rolled her eyes. 

they looked at each other for a minute, quiet and soft. 

“i should get going,” azzi said, eventually. 

“you should,” paige agreed.

they stood there for another moment. paige grinned. azzi mirrored her expression. 

“seriously,” azzi insisted. 

“sure,” paige nodded. neither of them moved. 

a feeling passed through paige that was too gentle to handle, and she finally shook her head and stepped forwards, arms wide. “c’mere,” she muttered. 

azzi stepped into her arms, hugging her goodbye. 

“i’ll see you at practice tomorrow,” paige said, cheek pressed up against azzi’s hair. 

“yep,” azzi agreed from somewhere next to paige’s neck, “don’t be late.”

“i’m never late.”

“you were late to this.”

“this isn’t practice.”

“well, you better practice being on time, because i better see you tomorrow.”

“bro, i’m gonna be there,” paige complained, finally pulling back. neither of their hands quite left the other, still in each other’s space. 

azzi’s face was a few breaths from paige’s, just below her, luminescent under the street lamps. her eyes were dark, wide and bright, and she was smiling again, and paige’s chest did some awful squeezing motion that almost knocked her breathless. 

she looked down at azzi’s lips. her eyes darted back up to azzi’s eyes in a fraction of a second, trying not to overstep, but azzi’s gaze was pointed right at her mouth. 

okay. she should kiss her. 

azzi had just spent an hour feeling up her thigh. azzi was looking up at her like she’d hung the moon. azzi’s hands were still around her back. 

she wanted to kiss her. 

azzi was right there, beautiful, perfect, and it would be so easy to just lean down and take her lips in a kiss–

right. paige was overthinking. all she had to do was lean down– or– wait. should she ask her first? was azzi the sort of person who assumed a kiss was okay, or was she someone who wanted to be asked? shit, if paige asked, would it be good, or would it ruin the moment– or– god, she should just do it, fuck– 

azzi moved her gaze back up to paige’s. she searched her eyes, pausing, and for a moment everything was still; then, at the same time, they both pulled away. 

“bye,” paige tried to say, but no sound came out. their hands dragged against each other for a heartbeat too long. 

see you tomorrow, azzi mouthed at her. she gave her one last smile before disappearing into her car. 

paige felt like a marionette, limbs uncoordinated and jerky as she forced herself back into her own car. she fumbled with the ignition for a moment, cursing under her breath. 

out of the corner of her eye, she saw azzi’s car back out of the parking lot and disappear. immediately, she groaned and slumped against the steering wheel. she sat like that for five full minutes, feeling pathetic and miserable and like a giant fucking loser. finally, she straightened up and put on her seatbelt. 

“FUCK!” she yelled, slamming her fist against the horn. BRAAM, her car protested loudly. she jumped. 

—

paige’s mouthguard hung halfway out of her mouth. she bent over challengingly, hands on her knees, eyebrow cocked. 

azzi smirked, dribbling the ball between her legs once, twice. she bent her knees like she was going to move forward, pretending to fake paige out. 

“go,” paige called out. her voice echoed in the gym. “you playing or just showing off?”

azzi shrugged, keeping the ball moving. “doesn’t matter. you can’t guard me either way.”

someone behind paige whistled, and paige narrowed her eyes. her gaze landed on the sweat on azzi’s collarbone. her bicep. her thigh. she shook her head. 

azzi started forwards, and paige sucked her mouthguard back in, hands immediately out. azzi stopped, grinned, and went the other way. 

fuck no. paige dogged her determinedly, fighting through a li screen and trying to get her hand on the ball before azzi shot. as her hand came down, azzi passed it to maddy on the three-point line. shit. she caught paige’s gaze and smiled, and there was a glint in her eye that sent a jolt down paige’s spine.

the ball bounced off the backboard to alanna, who shot it back to maddy. 

odyssey got in maddy’s face, and paige saw azzi’s body turn before the idea even came to maddy’s head. paige knew azzi’s catch-and-shoot, knew she was going to release it immediately–

the ball flew to azzi and paige was already jumping as azzi moved the ball up. azzi pivoted, turning past paige and sprinting in for a clean layup. 

absolutely not. paige hit the ground running, chasing her back, following the movement of her arm up, and BAM. 

the ball slammed back down to the earth before it had the chance to fly for more than half a second. paige’s chest pounded with exhilaration, and she shot azzi a cocky look as she turned on her heel. 

azzi, usually known for being calm and collected, looked pissed. it made something in paige’s stomach churn. she couldn’t stop a wild grin from taking over her face as she waited for azzi’s team to inbound the ball. her heart pounded. this was fun. 

alanna inbounded to arike. jessica ran a screen on odyssey. arike to alanna, paige shifted, alanna to maddy, paige shifted. 

her eyes, focused on the ball, never strayed for long from azzi. she looked intense and determined, brows furrowed and face flushed with exertion. she looked godlike. 

maddy to azzi, outside the arc, and before paige could blink, azzi nailed a three over her head. 

she froze, dumbfounded. how–? 

azzi backpedaled and winked at her. paige wanted to tear her clothes off. 

“that’s game! arike’s team, twenty points. water break,” jose yelled.

“she traveled,” paige complained weakly, but she knew it was a lie. she thought of azzi’s shirt riding up her stomach as she jumped up for the shot. she couldn’t think straight.

arike raised an eyebrow at her. “that’s it? no hitting the wall? no yelling? just a ‘she travelled?’” she clicked her tongue. “you’re soft on her.”

“no, i’m not,” paige grumbled, eyes flicking over to azzi. azzi grinned at her, reaching over and hitting her lower back. the touch rippled through paige like fucking sonar, and she needed to leave stat before her brain drove her absolutely insane. 

arike snorted.

“whatever,” paige muttered. “i left something in the car. be right back.”

ducking the rest of the group, she jogged out of the practice facility doors and through the hallway that led to the parking lot. she pushed open the exit, desperately fanning herself. she kept thinking about azzi’s face, determined, her perfect shot, how unfairly fucking attractive it was for her to be so good. 

she walked over to her car and rested her forearm against it, putting her head down for a fraction of a second before yelping at the hot metal and drawing back. she deserved that, she thought miserably, for being incapable of having normal, friendly thoughts about–

“paige!” azzi called out, walking out of the facility. 

jesus christ. this was not going to help. “hm?” she tried, unable to say much else. 

“oh,” azzi shrugged, “you left your phone inside.” she held it out, waiting for paige to take it from her. 

paige stared at her, trying to read her expression. slowly, she took her phone from azzi’s hand, letting their fingers brush together for longer than strictly necessary. 

“you know i don’t need my phone to get something from my car, right?” she didn’t even need to get anything from her car. she just needed some air.

“i know,” azzi said, matter of fact. “i just wanted to see you.”

paige held back a laugh. “you just saw me.”

“sure did.”

“and you came out here in the scorching hot sun to see me again.”

“is there a problem with that?” azzi challenged, stepping closer to her. her eyes sparkled mirthfully. paige wanted to swallow them whole. 

“depends.”

“depends on what?”

silence. 

paige couldn’t take it anymore. azzi was so– and– she was right there, and there were no excuses, there was nobody around– paige didn’t just want it, she needed it. azzi was a fire and paige had to stoke it, needed to breathe life into this thing that was driving her fucking mad. 

azzi raised an eyebrow at her, and paige stared back helplessly. they were so close, hovering on the verge but not quite daring to fall over it, and she was going to do it, she was finally going to do it, fuck it, she was going to ask–

“can i–”

azzi interrupted her by kissing her full on the mouth.  

paige felt like she was bursting into flames. azzi’s lips on hers were hot, perfect, firm and absolutely sure of what she wanted. paige’s hands clung to her waist like it was keeping her on earth, kissing back for all she was worth.  

it was whatever paige had fantasized about since the moment azzi had walked into practice on the first day, letting her hand linger in paige’s for a second too long when they shook hands. it was perfect. paige was fucking melting.

after a moment, azzi pulled back. “god, i’ve been waiting for you for months. you’re such an idiot.”

“well,” paige shrugged, “did it live up to the hype?”

“i need a second opinion.” azzi kissed her again, and paige smiled so wide she nearly broke their lips apart, and azzi only kissed her harder, and paige felt so happy she could fucking die. 

yeah, she could get used to this. 

___

[11:04 am]

arike: u massive liar

arike: “i need something outside” headass yeah needed some TONGUE

arike: i can see u thru the window  

[11:05 am]

arike: u dont get paid to kiss women on the clock get a move on

[11:14 am]

arike: dang let that lady ass go

[11:23 am]

notes: please, tell me your thoughts about this fic either in my inbox or comment section. love you & thank you for reading. This is inspired by that one interview of azzi saying she used her close friends to get Paige’s attention. Thank you @33lol for helping me edit this story!🥹 ao3 version

HOW IT ALL STARTED

When Azzi had walked through her new dorm her bags fell from her hands. She didn't even bat an eye at the loud ruckus it made; her sweaty hands dropped to her hips while she tried catching her breath. Her face was a little pink mostly on her cheeks.

Beads of sweat fell from her hairline, down the sides of her face and to the base of her neck. Azzi moved her hands off of her hips to run through the curly strands that fizzed up on the top of her head. Azzi’s throat was dry to the point where it hurt to swallow. She stared at the light brown cardboard boxes in front of her blankly not knowing where to start with this mess.

She stared at the bags that were at her feet and the brown cardboard boxes that were up against the wall beside her. The younger girl let out a sign in defeat. One-by-one she took the boxes and her bags that were filled to her room. Azzi turned on some music before she started organizing.

After two hours, Azzi finally got to the last thing she needed to do before she could go to sleep tonight, which was putting together a nightstand. It was still in its original packaging and in the middle of her room.

She scratched her head out of annoyance. Azzi was never good at putting things together. She was however good at losing screws, nails, literally anything you could think of. So, she only did the most responsible thing ever: calling Paige, who was good at building and looked good while doing it.

She grabbed her phone to dial Paige’s number. After the second ring, Azzi heard a faint “hello” from the other side of the phone. “Hey, can you come over please? I need help with something,” she pleaded, making sure to drag out her words to sound extra dramatic. 

“Yeah, whatchu need help with? Did you run out of poop wipes again?” 

All of the color drained from Azzi's face at the older girl's words. “That's not funny, Paige.” she huffed out. “That only happened once."

She knew damn well that was a lie but hey, she would do anything just to talk to Paige for an extra second and if that means causing a fake argument then so be it. 

“It literally happened for the second time last week.” Paige shot back but Azzi ignored it. She picked at her cuticles, waiting a second to talk. 

“So, like, are you gonna come over or not? I really need help putting a nightstand together. It’s more important.” She pleaded.

Paige sighed loudly into the phone. The brunette knew that sigh it was the one Paige always did when she would give into what Azzi asked her to do. “Fine,” Paige groaned, making the younger girl smile happily. 

Got her ass. 

“Thank you, and don't forget to bring a drill,” Azzi said before she hung up the phone. To make time go by faster, she cleaned up her room some more.

Azzi ran to the door when she heard a faint knock. She opened the door wide open with a smile that made her dimples pop. “Thank you so much for com—,” she cut herself off when she saw Paige and what she was wearing.

Paige was trying to kill her.

She was sure of it from the way the older girl's sweatpants hung low on her hips causing her lower stomach to be on display. The small inch of skin that was showing was just enough to make Azzi’s mind fuzzy. God,

The older girl had on a black tank top that hugged her body. The tank showed off her structured arms. The view was almost too much for Azzi to handle. She wanted to snatch the girl out of her doorway because of how good she looked in public. 

Paige held a drill in her right hand that was dangling by her side. The grip she had on it made the veins in her arm and hand pop out. Suddenly Azzi's knees became weak. She wanted to do nothing more than get on her knees and give Paige anything she wanted. 

I’m so gay, Azzi thought to herself. She licked her lips slowly moving her eyes back up to Paige’s face and that’s when it hit her. The blonde had been watching her this whole entire time. Azzi swore her heart fell to her ass when she met Paige’s gaze. 

“So..are you going to let me in or are you just gonna keep eyeing me?” Paige teased with a grin. 

Azzi wanted to whip that grin off of her face by kissing the girl's lips. “I wasn’t checking you out,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes. She moved a little to the side, allowing Paige into her dorm. 

The younger girl walked first into her room. Paige walked in behind her; her eyes scanned the room. Azzi’s comforter was a soft pink color with three cream white pillows that were meant for decoration on her bed. 

A small book shelve was in a corner of her room filled with all types of lesbian romance books along with thrillers. A faint smell of vanilla filled throughout the whole room from the candle that was burning on her dresser. 

Paige’s heart squeezed a little at the sight of the collage bored Azzi had made with pictures of them throughout the years. Some of them that were on the board were all the way back from when they had first met at basketball camp. 

“You like it?” Azzi asked. She looked around the room just like Paige was doing. “It still needs a lot of work, but I actually did a lot today.” She added.

“I love it. It’s just so you.” 

Azzi laughed at Paige’s comment. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment. Now let’s get down to business.” She said, moving over to grab the heavy box. Azzi placed it beside Paige with a small thud. She sat beside Paige. Well, not really besides, more like on top of her from how close they were. 

“I think you mean let me get down to business because you're not doing anything I got it az.” Paige said, before she opened up the box to get started on building.

The brunette smirked, “well if you insist,” she trailed off with a smile. She held onto Paige’s thigh as she got up from the floor. Azzi walked over to her bed and laid on her stomach.

Silence fell between them. Azzi just watched Paige with googly eyes while her legs swung up in the air behind her. After a few minutes of silence, the blonde’s eyebrows frowned from looking blankly at the sheet of instructions in front of her.

A small pout formed on Paige’s face. “This shit makes no sense,” she complained. Her head was throbbing at this point and her contacts were dry. And on top of all of that Azzi’s room was so hot to the point where she was dripping in sweat it felt like. 

“Hmm, sounds like a you problem.” 

Paige’s pout deepened. “Azzi,” she whined. Her face had a thin coat of sweat on it and dripped down to the base of her neck. It got to the point where it started to become uncomfortable.

“Do you mind if I take my tank top off? I'm sorry it’s just so hot like I feel like I'm gonna pass out,” Paige explained tugging at her shirt on the sides. 

Azzi’s head perked up a little at Paige’s words. Her eyes sparkled in delight. I would love for you to take your shirt off, is what she truly wanted to say. “I don't mind Paige. You're good I promise,” she said, trying to act unfazed and nonchalant as she possibly could.

She watched every second of Paige taking off her shirt. Azzi swore time slowed when the blonde lifted her shirt above her head. It was almost the same kinda slow pace as the lifeguard girls who run in slow motion on the beach with their hair flowing in the wind in movies.  

Azzi couldn't tell if Paige was doing it on purpose to give her a show or not but honestly, she didn't care. She was too busy admiring the way Paige’s abs had flexed when her arms stretched out above her head to take off the tank top. 

She wanted to lick the sweat off of Paige’s stomach and trace the girl's abs with the tip of her tongue. Azzi was snapped out of her trance when the older girl coughed loudly. 

“You enjoying the view?” Paige asked when she got the brunette’s attention. Her confidence was through the roof from how flustered Azzi looked at the moment. I should be shirtless around her way more, Paige thought, having your crush malfunction at the sight of you shirtless is such an ego boost.

“Bro-, shut up, aren't you supposed to be building?” Azzi argued, trying to change the subject from how Paige called her out. 

Paige laughed, “whatever,” she mumbled before she got back to work. 

For the next hour, Azzi spent all her time staring at the older girl's abs, arms, and the way Paige's sports bra hugged her chest. It was the best hour of her life if she was being completely honest. Sadly, it came to an ending when Paige tightened the last screw on the nightstand. 

The older girl got up, letting out a small groan from the way her knees popped a little from sitting for too long. Azzi’s underwear was drenched at this point. She clenched her legs together trying to soothe the throbbing pain that was coming from in between her legs. There was no chance that she would be sleeping tonight, not after that jaw dropping view. 

Azzi’s eyes popped out of head watching as Paige’s arms flexed from picking up the nightstand and carrying it to the side of her bed. “Damn,” Azzi mumbled underneath her breath without meaning to. 

Paige turned her head over at Azzi’s direction, “what was that?” She asked, licking her lips while her eyebrows frowned in confusion. 

“Nothing! Well, thank you so much for building this for me but I need to go take a shower. It's getting late,” Azzi said. She just said the first excuse that popped up into her mind. 

It was pretty obvious that Azzi was lying. Paige could tell with the look that was on her face. But she didn’t push it, “your welcome Az, I hope you have a good night.” Paige said while Azzi walked her out of her dorm. 

Oh, I will. 

When Azzi shut her door, she let out a sigh in relief, not because she was tired of Paige’s presence, she probably would've jumped the girl's bone if she stayed any longer. It was because now she could take a nice shower and soothe the aching pain coming from in between her legs. 

Azzi walked back to her room and opened her closet door. She bent down a little to look through one of the cardboard boxes that held miscellaneous items. The younger girl smiled when she finally found it: a pink vibrator that was waterproof and very useful for times like these.

She carried the toy to her bathroom along with a freshly clean towel. When she got in the shower hot water dripped down her body. The water made her curls stick to her back while she just stood under the steaming hot water. 

Azzi grabbed the toy that was resting on the side of the tub under a clean and dry washcloth. She locked her knees into place and turned on the vibrator. A small hum echoed through the bathroom along with breathless moans that fell out of the girl's mouth. 

The younger girl fucked herself with pure need from her desperately needing a release. “Hmmph—fuck, paige,” Azzi cried, bucking her hips move towards the toy. 

Her jaw was clamped tight together and her knees wobbled a little. At this point, Azzi couldn't tell if she was crying or if it was the water coming from the showerhead running down her face — it was probably both. 

“Ohh— Paige—shitt,” she whimpered, dragging out her words at the end from the way the vibration on her clit was starting to become too much. 

Azzi planted her heels harder into the floor of the tub. She bit her lip hard. Azzi’s never been this happy about living alone before. She could be as loud as she wanted.

“Oh, fuck paige, I’m gonna cum,” she cried imaging it was the blonde in between her legs and not the toy. 

The image alone pushed her closer to her release. Azzi's jaw fell open a little and her vision went white from how powerful her release was. She screamed Paige’s name one last time, dragging it out as she cried from overstimulation. 

She moved forward to rest her forehead against the bathroom wall. Her breath hitched and her hand shook when she turned off the toy. “Fuck,” she cursed.” 

It took Azzi a second to bring herself back to reality. Once she was finally able to feel her legs again, she moved back under the rain of water to actually start on her shower routine.

 (And she totally didn’t touch herself for the second time at the end of her shower.) 

When Azzi got done with the rest of her night routine she made herself comfortable in her bed. Her glasses slid down the slope of her nose from how she was looking down at her phone, scrolling on Pinterest. 

Azzi laughed a little at this funny but also freaky picture she had seen on her home page. Her laugh soon turned into a grin when an idea formed in her head. She saved the picture to her camera roll and then went onto Instagram. She changed the list of people who were in her close friends so that now only Paige was in it. 

She went back to her phone page to post the picture she found on Pinterest onto her close friend's story. In the photo it looked like Instagram messages that had four messages back-to-back. The four messages were: “I love boobs. I mean books. I love boobs too. Fuck.” 

It was just a silly little related picture that she really related too especially for what had happened just two hours ago. She typed a quick text: “this is so real💀” before she posted it. 

Paige had replied to her story instantly. which didn't really shock Azzi from how chronically online she was. 

Paige: your so gay az [9:30 pm] 

Azzi laughed a little at Paige's text. God, she was so down bad for this girl. 

Azzi: You cannot be talking... [9:30 pm] 

POSTS THAT WILL HAVE YOU SPEECHLESS

The tattoo shop was cold. Azzi sat in the waiting room in a chair that was starting to hurt her ass. She scrolled on tik tok while her leg bounced. Azzi was starting to get anxious by the minute. The only reason she was here was because she got this bright idea while she was working out and she couldn't stop thinking about it ever since. 

“Azzi fudd?,” a girl called out with a clipboard in her hand. 

Azzi looked up with a friendly smile. “Hello, that's me,” she said, grabbing her purse and slung it over her shoulder. She made her way over to the girl who looked around her age. 

She bit her lip as they walked over to the girls station. Everything started to hit that there was no going back with this tattoo. Well, honestly, she's been wanting this tattoo for like forever she just never told anyone because she was scared about being judged.

The next two hours were a blur. Surprisingly the tattoo wasn't that painful considering the area she had got it in. When Azzi got home, she changed from her going out clothes into a pink crop top that stopped just underneath her under boobs. She changed into baggy gray sweatpants and rolled them at her hips. 

Azzi moved over to her full-length mirror that was on the wall. She opened up Instagram and took a quick picture. In the picture her finger was hooked at the waistband of her rolled up sweats dragging it down to show off her new ‘eat me’ tattoo that was just beside her bikini line in thin writing.

The photo also showed off her lacy black thong that she was wearing not showing too much but just enough to have Paige startled. Azzi typed: ‘first tattoo🤭🤭’ into the text box and dragged it on the screen to where it was now in the bottom right corner. 

She bit her lip while she clicked on the ‘post on close friends’ icon. Now, we wait, she thought. To distract herself, Azzi picked up around her room. 

After an hour, she completely forgot about the instagram story. Azzi was laying in her bed scrolling on tik tok when Paige had slid up on her story. The brunette instantly clicked on the instagram notification not being able to help herself. 

Paige: yo, is that real? [9:45 pm] 

Azzi rolled her eyes a little bit at Paige’s text. 

Azzi: nah, it’s fake. [9:45 pm] 

Azzi: of course, it’s real paige 🙄[9:55 pm] 

Paige: I don’t believe it… [9:55 pm] 

Paige: I mean you're literally scared of needles there’s no way you actually got a tattoo. [9:56 pm] 

Azzi: Do you wanna come over and see it for yourself? [9:57 pm] 

Paige: yeah I do actually. I’ll be there in 5. [9:57 pm] 

Azzi shot up from her bed and ran to her bathroom to make herself look presentable. She flatted out some of her frizzy curly hair and applied lip gloss to her lips and mascara to her lashes. The ding that came from her phone that was still on her bed scared her a little. 

Fuck, she thought. Azzi made her way to her entrance door fixing her top as she walked. Right when she opened the door Paige didn't even let her say anything she just walked in. “Alright, let me see this tattoo. I don't believe that it's real,” she said, getting straight to the point. 

The brunette rolled her eyes a little. “Just say what you want to see my underwear again at this point. It's okay, though I won't judge you.” She teased. 

Paige’s body stilled at her words. Her face turned a burnt red color as her eyes widened a bit. “Bro-,” she weakly tried to argue but it was no use because she couldn't even think of words on how to defend herself. 

Azzi laughed, “knew I was right,” she said motioning her hand at Paige telling her to come one. 

When they made it to the younger girls room Paige sat on her bed watching Azzi who was in front of her full- length mirror. The blonde’s eyes trailed down to Azzi’s sweats and further to the tattoo that currently has her in a choke hold. 

Oh kill me now, Paige thought. She was definitely not going to make it. This is gonna be what takes her out. She’s a hundred percent sure of that. Her throat ran dry when Azzi walked over to her still holding her pants down with her hand to show off the deadly tattoo.  

“See, it's real” Azzi said, her chin was tucked from looking down at the tattoo. 

Paige licked her lips, eyeing the tattoo. Azzi’s skin was a little red and swollen around the lettering. Those two words kept repeating in her head. Man, she really did mean it when she said that this tattoo was gonna break her and her self control as well. Because the way she could see half of Azzi’s lacy thong was not helping the situation at all. 

Azzi bit her bottom lip, “do you like it?” she asked looking up at Paige. Her brown eyes sparkled with hope and in need of validation.

The older girl nodded her head, “love it,” she said. Paige met Azzi’s eyes for a second before they moved back down to the tattoo. “Can I touch it? You know, just for extra proof that it is real.” 

The brunette rolled her eyes at Paige’s words. “You're not slick but sure.” 

Paige laughed. She reached out with one of her hands lightly touching at the swollen skin with the tips of her fingers. “Damn, im fucked,” paige thought. It was definitely real. 

She looked up at Azzi while her hand still moved gently over the skin. “Does that hurt?,” she asked, meeting the younger girl's eyes. 

When their eyes met it felt like time stopped. A faint red color appeared on Azzi’s face from the way Paige was looking at her and from how she was touching her at the moment. The older girl had pulled back so fast as if the brunette’s skin had burned her. 

“Sorry,” Paige said, clearing her throat. She scratched the back of her neck and laughed nervously. Is it getting hot in here? Paige thought because she swore she was burning up at this point. 

Azzi pouted a little at the loss of the girl's touch. “Don't be sorry you didn't make me uncomfortable."

....

It wasn't until the next day Azzi posted something on her close friends again. This post was simply because she couldn't stop thinking about how close Paige's hands were to her heat. And from the way she could still imagine the way the older girl's hands felt on her skin. 

The way Paige was so gentle with her in a way was such a turn on. 

Azzi scrolled through Pinterest trying to distract herself from the filthy thoughts she was having about her best friend. Five minutes had passed by when she found a message that really did express how she was feeling. 

So she instantly posted it on her close friend's story. The message said: ‘I hate when they apologize for touching me like no baby please keep touching me. I love how your hands feel on my body. ‘ 

The younger girl bit her lip and scrolled on her instagram feed until Paige slid up. Or she was hoping the girl was going to text her like she had been for the last couple times. 

Azzi’s eyes shot up to the top of her screen when her phone vibrated. It was Paige. She clicked on the message and laughed when she read it. 

Paige: 👀👀[9:55 pm] 

Paige: Who's this about? [9:55 pm] 

Azzi: nosyyy [9:56 pm] 

Azzi: and it’s a secret 🤭[9:56 pm] 

She laughed a little at her text. As much as Azzi wanted to tell Paige that it was about her, it was too soon. And she was honestly starting to like posting on her close friends. It was starting to get fun. 

The brunette would be lying if she said she didn’t have a list of things she wanted to post on her close friends. Things that she knew would leave paige speechless. 

Paige: bruh [10:00 pm] 

Paige: I’m literally your best friend. this is unfair [10:00 pm] 

Azzi: I’ll tell you soon [10:01 pm] 

Paige: How soon is soon? [10:02 pm] 

Azzi: soon [10:02 pm] 

….

Paige was laying on her back in her bed. Her face was scrunched from the brightness coming from her phone screen. She kept switching back from tik tok and instagram because of how she couldn't find anything that caught her attention.

She let out a small groan, rolling to her side and refreshed her instagram feed. The first profile icon to pop up was Azzi’s and Paige immediately clicked on it. Her heart completely stopped at the picture Azzi had posted on her close friends.

“Fuck,” Paige mumbled out. Her throat ran dry from the picture. It was a photo of Azzi bent over on her bathroom counter. The younger girl's elbows were on the counter while her hand held up her phone and covered her face.

Azzi was in short shorts if you could even call them that. The way the brunette’s thighs were on full display made Paige clamp her legs together underneath her blanket. The younger girl paired the shorts with a purple tube top that showed off her arms and stopped right in the middle of her stomach.

The picture captured Azzi’s belly button piercing which made the blonde lick her lips. Paige hearted the photo and also screenshotted it. She stared at the photo for another thirty seconds before she tapped on the screen.

Paige’s breath hitched when the next thing that popped up on her phone was another picture of Azzi but this time it was a selfie. The photo was at an angle to where only you could see the brunette’s face and curly hair.

Azzi stared directly into the frame. Her eyes sparkled in mischief and desire. She had a small grin on her face as if she knew exactly what she was doing to Paige. The older girl stared mostly at Azzi’s lips that were lined with a dark brown color and topped with shiny gloss. She wanted that lip combo on her face specifically on her mouth and around her lips.

The blonde trailed her eyes up to look at Azzi’s eyes. She could tell that there was a small layer of mascara on Azzi’s lashes making them longer. Paige bit her lip and hearted that picture as well. Before she clicked on the next thing Azzi posted she took a screenshot of that picture as well.

The last picture was worse than the other two. Paige’s jaw dropped instantly at the picture. She physically had to bite back a groan that was in the back of her mouth. The picture was of Azzi bent over at her waist in front of her full-length mirror. She was wearing a short backless dress that stopped just below her ass.

Azzi’s back was arched and her curly hair dangled past her shoulders. She had held the phone beside her shoulder covering her face when she snapped the picture. “God damn,” Paige groaned, eyeing the back of Azzi’s legs. She wished that they were wrapped around her head so badly.

Paige hearted that picture as well and screenshotted it. She dragged her finger up on the story so that she could message Azzi. ‘holy fuck bro,’ is what she typed before she hit send. Her heart was pounding in her chest from what she had just done. When she tried to delete the message it was already too late.

Azzi had already seen it and she was typing. Paige bit her nails anxiously while she waited for Azzi to get done typing. The brunette’s message shocked her a little from how confident Azzi was texting her.

Azzi: Do you like them? ;) [10:13 pm]

Paige: Yes. [10:13 pm]

Paige: I love them but where are you going in that last picture? 🤨[10:15 pm]

Azzi: nosy💀 [10:15 pm]

Paige: ma just answer the question. Please for safety reasons yk like what if something happens? [10:15 pm]

She laughed at her own text. Damn that was the worst lie she had ever come up with.

Azzi: you’re so cute even when you’re lying [10:16 pm]

Paige sat up a little bit at Azzi’s text. Did she just call me cute?

Azzi: But I’m not going anywhere. I just wanted to get ready and post some pics [10:17 pm]

Paige: 🤨you look like you’re going out to a bar. [10:18 pm]

Azzi: I’m not. I just dressed up and took pictures for a special someone. [10:18 pm]

Paige: did it work? [10:19 pm]

Azzi: yes it did. She slid up on my story🤭[10:19 pm]

….

Azzi stood in front of three different ice cream dispensers. The hood of her hoodie was up and above her head and her hair was tired into a low ponytail. A small pout formed on her face as she kept thinking about which ice cream flavor to pick.

She jumped a little when Paige walked over to join her with a small ice cream cup in her hand. “What flavor you getting?” Paige asked.

The brunette’s pout deepened and her eyebrows frowned. She turned her head over at Paige to meet her eyes. “I don't know, I can't decide.” she complained, clocking the way the blonde’s eyes instantly shot down her rolled out lip.

Azzi smirked at the action but didn't say anything. She just licked her lips. She also tried to hold back the laugh that was threatening to leave her mouth when she watched Paige follow her tongue with her eyes.

“You should get vanilla, it's your favorite.”

The younger girl's shoulders relaxed a little at her words, “yeah but like I wanted to try something different,” she said leaning her hip more towards Paige’s so that now they were touching.

Paige’s eyes narrowed a little at her words, “ma we have been in this situation several times. You're going to try something new and then not like it. And then try to take my ice cream because yours sucks.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, “no I don't know what you are talking about,” she weakly argued. She walked over to the cotton candy ice cream dispenser and filled her cup up half way.

The blonde was judging Azzi’s ice cream choice from afar but didn't say anything. After they added topping to their ice creams they headed over to the register and Paige paid without hesitation. The two girls sat in silence while they ate their ice cream in Paige’s car.

Paige was side eyeing Azzi, licking her ice cream slowly off the spoon as she waited for the girl's reaction.

“Ew,” Azzi said after she tasted the cotton candy ice cream. “That's so sweet,” she complained, making the older girl laugh a little.

“Told you. Maybe you should listen to me next time.” Paige said with a knowing tone. She had a shit eating grin on her face as she enjoyed her ice cream while Azzi pouted.

Azzi looked over at paige, “can i have a taste of yours please?,” she asked with pleading eyes. The younger girl rolled out her bottom lip a little more knowing that Paige wasn't going to be able to say no to her.

Paige let out a long sign before she just silently handed her cup of ice cream off to the girl. She watched as Azzi used the spoon that had just been in her mouth with no shame or hesitation. Paige probably should've thought that the action was nasty in a way but honestly she was getting turned on.

It got even worse when Azzi took the spoon out of her mouth and licked the remaining ice cream off with the tip of her tongue. The brunette stared at Paige the whole entire time, not even taking her eyes off of the girl once.

The blonde’s eyes dilated at the sight. Oh fuck me, she cursed silently. Paige couldn't even describe in words how badly she wanted to be that plastic spoon.

Azzi moved the spoon away from her mouth with a giggle. “You're so red right now,” she teased with a smug look on her face.

Paige just slumped in her seat, titling her head back a little bit with a groan. She covered her face with her palms, knowing that she was still a bright red color but she couldn’t help it, not when Azzi was tonguing the spoon like that.

Later that night, Azzi was in her bed on her stomach with her legs bent in the air behind her. She kicked them back and forth as she scrolled through Paige’s instagram. Azzi had a sappy smile on her face as she stared at her phone.

Her eyes widened a bit when she came across a photo dump Paige had posted a month ago. Fuck, how could I forget these picture?,” Azzi said to herself. She was more mad that she didn't save them to her camera roll when Paige had first posted them.

One picture in particular that caught her attention was the one of Paige that had her body on display. The shorts the blonde had on were rolled at her hips, showing off her toned skin and abs. Paige's chin was tucked and her blonde hair was slicked back into a bun—that Azzi loved so much.

Azzi’s eyes trailed down to Paige’s chains that dangled low on her chest. She almost moaned at this picture but she was somehow able to tell it in. The older girl was also in a sports bra making her arms stand out. Azzi wanted to actually bite Paige because of how yummy she looked.

Before she could forget she screenshotted the picture to her camera roll. Then, she went to post something on her own story thinking that it was the right time to post something. It was a picture of white bold text with a pink background.

The text read: ‘omfg she makes me wanna bang my head on a concrete wall’ it was something that she had found on Pinterest an hour ago.

She added a small text and typed ‘fr 💀’ and then posted it. Azzi smiled at how fast Paige slid up on her story.

Paige: ????? [9:23 pm]

Paige: should I be concerned or??? [9:23 pm]

Azzi: Noo don’t worry about it 🤗🤗 [9:24 pm]

Paige: 🤨🤨 [9:24 pm]

Azzi laughed at Paige's text before she went back to scrolling on the girl's instagram profile. Just after a few seconds, she found herself eyeing at the way Paige’s hand looked in a photo that Paige had just posted today.

She eyed the prominent veins that popped out of Paige’s hand and the way the blonde was holding the cup that was in her hand. “Her hands are so big,” she mumbled under her breath.

Her legs were clenched together. She rubbed the inside of her thighs trying to relieve some of the aching pain from in between her legs.

Azzi licked her lips and liked Paige’s post without hesitation. She screenshotted the picture of the blonde's hands for later. The girl suddenly started laughing at herself when an idea formed in her head.

She scrolled through Pinterest trying to find the right meme photo which she did fine and surprisingly fast. Azzi went to post the meme picture of a girl standing in front of a mirror with the word ‘whore’ written in red lipstick on the mirror.

The younger girl added a text that said: ‘when I catch myself staring at her hands for a little too long.’ Azzi laughed to herself as she posted the story onto her close friends.

Just like last time, Paige instantly messaged her.

Paige: azzi. [9:50 pm]

azzi: what?? 🤨[9:50 pm]

Paige: tf are you posting? [9:51 pm]

Azzi: literally mind your business Paige.. [9:53 pm]

Azzi: don’t worry about it🥰 [9:54 pm]

Paige: oh I’m worrying… [9:54 pm]

….

The hot sun beat down onto Azzi’s body. She was currency laid out on a white lounge chair beside a pool. Her head was tilted up towards the sun while she laid on her back. Azzi’s body felt warm all over from the heat and at this point she was sweating a little.

Azzi’s eyes were closed but she opened them when a shadowy figure was hovering over her, blocking her from the sun. The brunette brought one of her hands up on her forehead to shield her eyes from the bright light coming from the sky.

When her vision cleared up. She was finally able to see Paige looking at her with a pout on her face. “What's wrong,” the younger girl asked, noticing the sad look on the blonde's face.

“Come get in the water with me.” Paige said, folding her arms below her chest.

Azzi’s eyes shot down to the older girl's boobs that looked bigger from how the girl's arms pushed on her chest. “Give me ten minutes,” she said, not taking her eyes off of Paige’s boobs.

Paige laughed when she followed where the brunette's eyes were looking at. She rolled her eyes a bit and launched forward to pick Azzi up. The brunette laughed out of shock and started to wiggle in Paige's arms, trying to get away.

“Paige-” Azzi groaned. She had to ignore the fuzzy feeling that was in her stomach from the way the girl was holding her waist and the back of one of her thighs.

The younger girl was cut off from saying anything else when Paige jumped into the pool and didn't let go of her. Azzi held her nose as she went underwater. When she brought her head up and out of the water she was met with Paige's shit eating grin.

“Im gonna get you back for this, I swear,” Azzi said, narrowing her eyes at the girl who was still holding her.

Azzi’s cheeks burned at the way Paige’s hands were caressing her sides and hips. Her fingers even went further down to play with her bikini strings. She bit the inside of her cheek, “don’t start something you can't finish babe,” Azzi said when Paige fingers moved under the string to feel more up on her hip.

“What do you mean?,” Paige asked, tilting her head a little to the side. She gave Azzi the best fake confused look she could come up with.

The brunette’s eyes moved off of Paige’s face to her, the girl's hand that was still touching her underwater. “Right,” she said, dragging out her words from not believing anything that was coming out of Paige’s mouth.

She moved her eyes back to Paige’s chest not being able to help herself. Azzi licked her lips watching the way the pool water ran from the blonde’s neck to in between her breasts. She has never felt so jealous in her life. She wanted to be in between Paige’s perky breast and the fact that the pool water is experiencing that is so unfair.

Her pupils dialed at how Paige’s top pushed up her boobs, making them look a little bigger than they naturally were. Azzi would do anything just to lay her head on one blonde's chest and to have the girl's nipple in her mouth sucking on the hard nub until it was sore.

Azzi felt feral with the sight in front of her. It took everything in her to not move her hands from around Paige’s neck to the girl's breasts to knead them. And God, she wanted to do it so badly. The brunette wanted to see if Paige’s full breast could fit in the palms of her hands.

Her heart fell to her stomach when she saw it. Paige’s hard nipples showing a little through the fabric of her bikini. Oh, kill me now, she thought. Azzi’s breath stuttered as she took one last look and then looked away. She had to force herself to look away before she did something she would regret later on.

When Azzi looked back up to look at Paige she freezed when she realized Paige was already watching her. “Like what you see?,” Paige teased, the grin on her face stretched even wider.

The younger girl bit her lip as she nodded her head. “Yes, I do like what I see,” she confirmed when she was able to find the courage to speak.

Paige’s eyes widened a little at Azzi’s response. Silence fell between them for a second before she finally opened her mouth again, “wanna feel?,” she asked.

“Really?” Azzi skeptically. Is she playing with me? She thought. In the back of her mind she really hoped Paige wasn’t.

“Yes, really.” Paige confirmed. Her finger tips moved back down to play with the knot that was on the side of Azzi’s hip holding her bottoms together.

The brunette's throat bobbed. “Yes, I wanna feel please,” she said breathlessly. She looked up at Paige with pleading eyes.

“Of course baby girl you can feel.”

Azzi insistently moved her hands down to grope at Paige’s chest. Her mouth dropped slightly in awe at how the older girl's breast fit in the palm of her hand.

She caressed Paige’s upper boob with her thumb, moving her head closer to the girl's chest a little to get a better look. azzi watched as Paige’s face scrunched a little when she gave extra attention to the girl's nipples outside of her top.

so she is sensitive, Azzi thought, making sure to take a mental note of that later.

Sadly, Azzi had to pull away. She didn't want to push anything even though Paige was completely fine with her feeling up on her. Azzi did however clock the small pout that formed on the older girl's face when she did end up pulling her hand away.

Later that night, Azzi found herself scrolling on her phone. Her back was up against her headboard and a book was in her lap ready to be read. She was scrolling on Pinterest like she had been doing every night as if it was part of her night routine.

She laughed a little at a quote she had seen. Azzi screenshotted the image and posted it to her close friends. The text read:’ God, I love boobs so much’ with a purple and orange ombre as the background.

Azzi was a little nervous on how Paige was going to react to this one considering what had happened between them earlier. Part of her was silently hoping that she wouldn't catch onto how she was talking about her and just act ‘concerned’.

The brunette bit at her cuticles and scrolled on tik tok as she waited for a reply. Azzi sat up straighter in her bed when Paige did finally reply to her story.

Paige: I can tell 💀 [8:40 pm]

Azzi's cheeks burned in embarrassment. Damn was it really that obvious? She thought to herself. She tried to shake off the embarrassment and went to go heart Paige’s message.

Azzi: what does that mean… [8:42 pm]

Paige: I think me and you both know what that means. [8:42 pm]

….

Small and breathless moans fell from Azzi’s mouth uncontrollably and faded into the darkness of her room. The loud sound of rain and thunderstorms echoed throughout the room from her noise machine.

The white noise was able to tune out the brunette’s moans, which she was thankful for considering that's the reason she bought it in the first place.

Azzi’s head was tilted back on her pillow, and her eyes were clamped shut. Tears fell from the outer corners and down her cheek from overstimulation. Her jaw was clenched together letting out a small hiss as the suction device in between her legs went to work.

Her inner thighs were soaked from arousal along with her sheets—her sheets were definitely going to need changed after this. Azzi’s legs were shaking intensely and her heels dug into the sheets as if she was trying to ground herself.

Her hands fisted the sheets, palms fighting cramps. She grinded her hips up chasing after the suctioning sensation out of savage need. “Hmph—shit,” she cried, trying her best to keep her voice down.

The younger girl's stomach clenched along with her breath hitching. Azzi’s back arched off the bed from the sensation becoming too much. In the back of her mind, she wished it was Paige making her feel this way.

Honestly, Azzi was so desperate for the girl that she reached for her phone at one point in contemplation before throwing it back down. Just hearing Paige's voice would send her over the edge, but she had way more self-control than that—totally.

Azzi’s head started to get foggy. The only thing she could comprehend was how she kept whimpering Paige’s name as if the blonde was going to walk through the door.

The knot in her stomach snapped causing a long and a-little-too-loud moan to come out of her mouth. Azzi's body jolted a little when she tried reaching in between her legs to take the toy off of her overstimulated and swollen clit.

Once she turned off the toy, she sank back into her bed. Azzi laid on her side as she tried catching her breath. Her legs were clamped together, soaked in slick and still trembling a little bit from how overworked she was.

In her mind, it wasn’t even her fault considering Paige did post a picture of her flexing on her Instagram story. That image was stuck in her head, and it didn’t help that she had also screenshotted that story. So, she was also kinda to blame as well.

Azzi was snapped out of her thoughts from her phone going off by her pillow. She let out a small sigh and reached for it. But when she realized it was Paige who had texted her she sat up a little bit and clicked on the message.

Paige: Az, I don’t know if you forgot but I live like right next to you so can you tell her to keep it down? [11:32 pm]

Her eyebrows frowned a little at Paige’s text in confusion.

Azzi: her? I don’t have anyone over Paige. wdym [11:32 pm]

Paige: oh. nvm then🥰 don’t worry about it Azzi [ 11:33 pm]

It took Azzi a second to realize what Paige was talking about. And when she did finally understand, she cursed to herself. Azzi was mainly mad about the fact that she didn’t play along with it but she also didn’t want Paige thinking there’s another girl.

Azzi: I think you are hearing stuff Paige idk…[11:35 pm]

Paige: Right, whatever makes you sleep at night. [11:36 pm]

Paige: I also love how you moan my name btw;) you sound really sexy. [11:36 pm]

Paige: could listen to it all night [11:37 pm]

The brunette clenched her legs together harder. Paige’s text created a second pulse from below her waist. It took everything in her to not give in but the way Paige was flirting with her was not helping.

Azzi: go to bed Paige. [11:37 pm]

Paige: whatever but if you need any help I’m here mama [11:38 pm]

Azzi: bro stop playing rn and go to sleep. [11:38 pm]

Paige: I wasn’t playin’ ma. I’m being dead serious. [11:38 pm]

Paige: But you should definitely go to bed because you must be tired. From yk.. [11:39 pm]

Azzi: You're not funny Paige.

….

The next day the two girls worked through morning practice like the texts from last night didn't happen. Azzi had to swallow down her embarrassment from seeing Paige in person.

The younger girl had this fuzzy feeling in her stomach every time Paige would touch her for a little too long. Or when she stared at Azzi like she was going to devour her any second which honestly Azzi wouldn’t stop her if she tried.

Every time she, Paige, and her other teammates would huddle around in a circle, her cheeks would flush a burnt red. It wasn't from how tired and sweaty she was, it was from how the blonde's hand would travel south to palm her ass. Paige didn’t even care about who saw her. Azzi understood that really fast when someone had made a comment and she brushed it off.

It wasn't until after the second time Paige had done that when Azzi finally said something. “Cut it out, P,” she rasped out. Azzi whispered it to where only Paige could hear her and no one else.

“Whatchu mean?”

Azzi’s eyes narrowed. She turned her head fully to Paige with a serious look. “You know exactly what I mean,” she said, stuttering over her words a bit when Paige’s grip tightened.

Azzi had to bite back a moan from the way the blonde's nails dug into her ass. Paige let out a laugh. “I’m literally not doin’ nothin’,” she argued. Paige had that look in her eye like she wanted Azzi to do something about how she was behaving.

The brunette took her eyes off of Paige’s face to look at the girl's hand that still hadn’t moved. She then glanced back up at Paige with an eyebrow raised. “Right,” she said.

Just as she was about to add onto her sentence one of her teammates cut her off. “Yo, P! Lock in bro…and get your hand off of Azzi's ass! Ain't nobody wanna see that shit,” KK shouted, staring at the two in full disgust.

Paige snapped her head over to KK and dropped her hand from the brunette’s butt. “Bro-, mind your business Camera,” she shouted back while Azzi tried to hide herself in Paige’s chest.

Azzi let out a sigh in relief when she walked through her bedroom door. She slung her backpack onto the ground and instantly headed over to grab a new pair of comfy clothes. Her legs were burning as she walked to her bathroom to turn on the tub. After her bath, she laid in her bed scrolling on Pinterest while Gilmore Girls was playing.

Azzi scrolled through her home page trying to find something that would be interesting for her to post today. She giggled to herself when she found the perfect thing to post.

Like always, Azzi screenshotted the picture and uploaded it to her close friends story. The quote read: ‘how do I politely ask her to slam me against a wall and make out with me.’ Azzi added a small text of “fr bro..” to the bottom right of her screen before posting.

Azzi finished two episodes of Gilmore Girls until Paige finally responded to her. It was almost embarrassing how fast she reached for her phone when it went off.

Paige: Wouldn't that hurt? [9:21 pm]

Azzi: What would hurt? [9:21 pm]

Paige: being slammed into a wall [9:22 pm]

Azzi: probably but I wouldn’t care. as long as she sticks her tongue down my throat we are good🙂‍↔️[9:22 pm]

Paige: freaky as hell bro…[9:23 pm]

Azzi: You can not be talking with how you were acting this morning and last night.. [9:24 pm]

Paige: But you liked it though. You think I didn’t clock the way you were leaning into my hand? yeah ma, you're not slick. [9:25 pm]

Azzi: fuck you [9:25 pm]

Paige: you wish;)) [9:26 pm]

Azzi shoved her head into her pillow, letting out a low groan. She hated how right Paige was. Also the fact that Paige knew she was right did not make it any better.

Fine two can play that game, she thought. She tugged down her sleeping shorts and took a close up picture of her tattoo that was half healed. Azzi’s dark red lacy thong was also on display and she made sure to show as much as she could to get a reaction out of Paige.

The brunette typed: “healing process🤭,” trying to make it seem like an innocent update picture even though it clearly wasn’t. Paige responded within seconds when she posted it.

Paige: fuck [9:30 pm]

Paige: it looks good ma [9:30 pm]

Azzi: Just good? [9:30 pm]

Paige: It looks hot and I love the color of your thong you have on [9:31 pm]

Azzi: you should come take it off of me;) [9:31 pm]

Paige: bro this aint fair you know I’m busy rn. [9:32 pm]

Azzi: ik, I just like teasing you🤭[9:32 pm]

….

Azzi sat with her legs crossed on a couch. Beside her was Paige who was, as usual, was sitting way too close to make it look casual. Her throat tightened a little at the way one of Paige’s legs were all up in her space from how she was sitting man-spread.

She wanted to rip this outfit right off of the girl. There was something about Paige wearing a white button down shirt with a vest over it that made her want to jump the girl's bones.

The older girl's jawline was also on full display causing Azzi to clench her legs even tighter together, trying to sooth the throbbing pain coming from in between them. And lastly, to top everything off, Paige had her arm wrapped behind her shoulders.

Azzi scooched a little more into Paige’s side so that she was almost sitting on top of the girl. “I like when your hair is slicked back into a bun,” Azzi said, running the tips of her fingers on the slick part of Paige’s hair.

Paige smirked, “Yeah?” she said. Her heart was pounding in her chest from how all up in her space Azzi was.

The younger girl nodded her head. “Yeah. It makes your jaw line stand out,” Azzi said, trailing her fingers down to run it on the older girl's structured jaw bone.

The brunette wanted to sink her teeth into the side of Paige’s neck. I wonder if she would moan if I did that. The blonde turned her head more to meet Azzi’s eyes.

Paige looked at Azzi with a heated gaze. She licked her lips, trailing her eyes up and down to check out the way Azzi looked in her skin-tight pink dress. “That dress looks good on you.”

Azzi laughed. “Yeah, you like it? I picked this one out because I knew you wouldn't take your eyes off of me if I wore it tonight,” she said, tugging the fabric that was over her bra down a little bit to cause more of her cleavage to be on display.

A smirk stretched across Azzi’s face when Paige’s eyes instantly went to her chest at the motion. From the look on Paige's face, she could tell the girl was struggling to keep herself together and she loved it.

“Fuck,” paige rasped out from under her breath. “You don't know what you are doing to me right now.”

Azzi bit her bottom lip. “No, I do know what I’m doing to you,” she said, inching her face to the side of Paige's head so that her lips were basically touching the blonde’s ear.

“I’ve been dying to have my lips on yours and the taste of you in my mouth.” Paige froze at her words. She let out a shaky exhale before she responded.

“By taste do you mean-” she was cut off by Azzi letting out a small ‘mhm’. Oh shit, Paige thought. She swallowed a lump in her throat.

“You can't say that shit right now. Not here,” she said, her eyes scanning around the room that their teammates were also in. It made Paige feel a little better about how everyone was minding their business—for once.

A fake pout formed on Azzi’s lips. “Why babe?,” she asked, placing a small peck on the side of Paige's neck before she moved away before anyone could notice. The kiss was enough to send shivers down the older girl's spine.

“Because we aren't alone,” Paige managed to say. She moved her palm to Azzi’s inner thigh and squeezed the girl's leg hard.

“So you're saying if we were alone,” Azzi paused for a second from trying to find the right words, “I would be able to have my way with you?”

Paige laughed. “Yeah ma thats exactly what Im sayin.”

Azzi nodded her head, “Bet. I'll try to figure something out so we can make that happen.”

Azzi was in fact not able to figure out a way on how to get Paige alone. She was pissed. More about how the pain in between her legs had gotten worse to the point where she was about to go to the bathroom to handle it by herself. Her legs were tightly crossed with one leg over the other.

Azzi’s underwear was soaked to the point where she was praying that the slick wouldn't seep through the fabric of her dress. Her self control was crumbling by the second from how good Paige looked under the fluorescent lighting in front of her.

To distract herself, she scrolled on Pinterest with her brightness down. Her home page was filled with pictures of Paige and freaky quotes. Azzi’s eyes were instantly caught by a post that said: “let my tongue explain how bad I crave you.”

She bit her lip, tapping her fake nails on the back of her phone while she debated on posting it. Fuck it, she thought before she saved it to her camera roll and posted it on her close friends.

As the night went on Azzi completely forgot about the post. Her mind was more focused on talking to her teammates trying to act like she wasn't about to snap any second.

Paige kept looking at her with an unreadable expression, which honestly to Azzi it looked like she was struggling too. Somehow during the ceremony Paige landed in the seat right next to her.

Alarm sounds were going off in Azzi's head with the way the blonde was looking at her as she made her way over to her. She wasn't even surprised when she felt Paige’s hand make itself at home on Azzi’s inner thigh. Azzi was silently thanking the table covers that were on each table because it was the only thing saving her right now.

“So, about that little post on your close friends. Who is it about?” Paige asked. Her eyebrows were raised in interest.

The brunette almost choked on the water she was drinking. “What do you mean?”

Paige narrowed her eyes at the younger girl. “Don’t play dumb with me Az,” she said, tightening her grip on Azzi’s thigh. She hated that the fabric of the girl's dress was blocking her from skin to skin contact.

A small moan fell from Azzi’s lips. It had happened so fast that she wasn't able to catch it but thankfully only Paige heard it.

“Fuck, I missed hearing those noises.” Paige groaned. She was so tempted to squeeze Azzi’s thigh again just to hear it one more time. Azzi’s jaw was clenched hard.

“It was nothing important, I promise. And plus I can't tell you,” she replied, trying to make her voice as convincing as she could.

Paige’s eyebrow raised, “Why can't you tell me?”

Because it's about you. And plus I love whatever game we are playing right now…is what Azzi wanted to say. “Um It's just a secret and I don't want people knowing,” she said.

The blonde nodded her head when she figured she wasn't going to get the answer out of Azzi. She had a gut feeling that the post was about her but she didn't want to assume anything even though they had a few heated moments earlier.

……

Azzi woke up from the loud ringing that was coming from her phone. She let out a small groan and answered it without even looking at the contact name.

“Hello?,” Azzi said into the phone speaker. She rubbed her sleepy eyes a bit as she tried adjusting them to the sunlight that shined onto her phone and in her face.

“Hey baby girl. How did you sleep?” The sound of Paige's voice made Azzi wake up instantly.

“I was sleeping really well until you woke me up,” she groaned. Azzi bit her lip, feeling her cheeks burn from the sound of Paige’s laugh.

“I’m sorry mama. I just wanted to hear the sound of your voice.”

Azzi’s eyebrow arched at that. “The sound of my voice, why?” she asked.

Paige's line went silent for a second. “Because I miss you. Actually, can I come over please?,” she whined into the phone. Her voice sounded so desperate making Azzi’s head so fuzzy all over.

“I miss you too and of course you can come over.” Azzi said with a big smile on her face. “Bet I’ll be there in a bit.” After Paige said that she quickly hung up causing Azzi to laugh a little.

Damn, she must really miss me, she thought. “Oh shit” Azzi cursed underneath her breath. She quickly got up from her bed and ran to the bathroom to get ready.

Just when she got done fixing her hair a small knock was heard at her front door. It was almost embarrassing how fast Azzi walked to the door.

“Hi,” she said softly to Paige. She grabbed the girl's hand and tugged her toward her bedroom so her other roommates couldn't disturbed them. Paige laughed at Azzi’s urgency but she still allowed herself to be dragged.

Paige made herself comfortable on Azzi’s bed while the brunette scrolled on Peacock trying to find something for them to watch. She admired the way Azzi’s legs looked in her short pj shorts.

Paige licked her lips at how much of Azzi’s legs were on display. She quickly brought her attention back up to Azzi when the girl turned around to look at her.

“Let's watch this,” Azzi said excitedly as she clicked on Love Island. “I’ve been wanting to watch it ever since the first episode came out,” she added.

Azzi walked over to Paige, pushing the girl downward so that now Paige was laying on her back. The younger girl made herself comfortable. She bent her leg over Paige’s waist and rested her palm on the girl's stomach.

Her head was directly on top of one of Paige’s breasts causing a dusty pink color to appear on her face all the way down to the base of her neck.

The brunette's breath hitched when Paige wrapped one of her arms tightly around her waist and moved her free arm down to palm one of her ass cheeks.

“Really?” Azzi said, referring to the paige’s hand on her butt.

Paige's heart dropped a little at her words and her mind instantly started thinking that Azzi was being serious. “I'm sorry,” she said while moving her hand.

Just when she was about to move her palm more Azzi stopped her by grabbing onto her wrist. “I was kidding Paige. I like when you touch me like that,” she confessed, causing a huge smirk to stretch across the older girl's face.

“Yeah?” Paige teased.

She tightened her grip back on Azzi’s ass and froze when a moan came out of the girl's mouth. Oh, she thought. Paige bit her lip while she kneaded the younger girl's ass hoping that another moan would fall out of Azzi's mouth.

Azzi’s back arched a little bit. At this point her core was throbbing and soaked in slick. Her underwear was ruined to the point where she needed to go change into a new pair. She just bit her lip hoping that her slick wouldn't seep through the thin material of her shorts and onto Paige's shirt.

honestly at this point she was kinda hoping that it would happen so Paige could take her right here. Azzi let out a shaky breath, trying to focus on the tv so she wouldn't combust and ask Paige to fuck her.

“The kissing noises are so nasty,” Azzi said, referring to the scene when Gabriel and Beatriz had that a makeout. She hid her face into Paige’s chest not wanting to see the two people on her screen making out.

“Damn, this shit is freaky.” Paige laughed. “Bro, I swear no one is pulling anyone aside for chats. Everybody is just kissing,” she added, with a disgusted look on her face.

Azzi laughed. She ran her fingers up and down Paige’s shirt that covered her stomach. Her bottom lip was in between her teeth as she inched downward to move her hand under Paige’s shirt to rest on top of the girl's abs.

The blonde's breath hitched under her warm hand. “Is this, okay?” she asked, looking up at Paige to make sure she didn't show any signs of being uncomfortable.

“Yes,” Paige said, cuddling Azzi even closer. She rested her chin on top of Azzi’s head. Paige smirked at the way Azzi traced the lines of her abs over and over.

“You like my abs baby girl?” she teased and held back her laugh when Azzi stopped moving her hand on her stomach. “Nah, baby girl keep going. You don't gotta stop.”

Azzi let out a small groan. That damn nickname was really testing her. “Yes, I love your abs. Is that even a question?” She said going back to tracing them with her fingertips.

Azzi blushed at the way Paige’s abs flexed underneath her touch. I wonder how it would feel if I grinded on them, she thought. “You're right. I see the way you look at them when I lift my shirt up in practice. Sometimes I do it just to get your attention.” Paige confessed without hesitation.

“Well it's certainly working, so keep doing it.”

Both of the girls binged watched all eight episodes before Paige left. Azzi laid back down on her bed with her legs squeezed together. She was desperately trying to not give in to pleasuring herself since the last time Paige heard her.

But she was honestly thinking about being loud so the girl would hear her and come back over. Azzi had to shake her head to get all of the dirty and filthy thoughts out of her head.

It only worked for a second before she opened her TikTok to a thirst trap of Paige. She cursed silently to herself. Nope I can't do this right now, she thought. She exited out of TikTok and went to Pinterest. The brunette scrolled on her phone page for quite some time before she got an idea.

Azzi opened up Instagram and posted a picture she had saved to her camera roll not too long ago. The words said: “I’m so sad, I need a shoulder to put my legs on.” The younger girl let out a laugh before she posted it on her close friends.

Azzi went back on TikTok and watched Paige edits as she waited for the girl to respond. Right when Azzi saw that notification pop up on her screen, she clicked on it.

Paige: I gotchu 🙋🏼‍♀️ [7:21 pm]

Azzi’s eyebrow raised at Paige's text. She stared at it blankly for a bit not knowing what to say.

Paige: wait…[7:23 pm]

Paige: I read it wrong at first but 😏[7:23 pm]

Azzi laughed a little at Paige’s texts. Her heart was pounding in her chest so fast, and her fingers shook as she typed on her keyboard.

Azzi: you offering? 🤨[7:24 pm]

Paige: maybe... [7:25]

Azzi’s eyes narrowed at her screen.

Azzi: stop playing Paigeee [7:25 pm]

Paige: baby girl I’m not. I’m being dead serious just like last time. [7:26 pm]

Azzi: I like that nickname. [7:26 pm]

Paige: baby girl? [7:27 pm]

Azzi: yes. Makes my head spin every time you call me that. Even when you use it over text. [7:27 pm]

Paige: Good to know. Now I’m gonna keep calling you that. [7:28 pm]

Azzi: please. [7:28 pm]

….

Paige laid on her back in her bed. Her legs were bent and spread apart. One of her hands held her phone that showed a picture of Azzi. Her other hand was occupied from holding a hot pink vibrator that was on the highest setting.

She cursed under her breath and her hips moved further into the bed. The tension between her and Azzi had been something else all day. The brunette was bending over in front of her constantly during practice and Azzi had even thrown her ass back onto her at one point making her heart almost stop. Azzi had moved her hands all over her body during practice for no reason and would whisper dirty things into her ear as if Azzi wanted her to do something about it.

Paige let out another moan from the sensation on her clit. God, she needed Azzi so bad. Her mind kept imagining how Azzi would taste on her tongue. How the girl would look if she used her strap on her and ate her cunt until she was begging for her to stop.

The older girl's eyes were locked on her phone. She was fighting back urges to not close her eyes from the pressure. The picture was the one Azzi had posted a few weeks ago showing off her damn tattoo.

The way Azzi’s underwear was also shown in the picture was not helping at all. “Fuck,” she whimpered. Her bare body was covered in sweat and slick.

Paige’s back was arched off the bed and she dropped her phone beside her. Her chin was tilted back and her eyes were closed shut. The blonde's mouth fell open letting out uncontrolled moans while the coil in her stomach started to form.

Paige could feel her bundle of nerves penetrate against the toy out of overstimulation, but she still needed more. She needed Azzi. Her legs were shaking harder now and her breath was caught in her throat. The blonde's heart beat quickened.

Paige let out one last moan before she came all over the toy. Her body started to tense up after her release, causing her to hiss. She just sat there allowing the vibrator to keep going until she came down from her high. When she was finally able to find the strength to turn the toy off she just laid on her back.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Paige’s throat was dry at this point and she was a mess. Paige grabbed her phone and sat up on her elbow when she saw that Azzi had texted her.

Azzi: Oh, sweetie you are so loud. [9:56 pm]

Azzi: What's wrong? Are you all worked up from this morning? [9:58 pm]

Azzi: Damn it’s been twenty minutes. You still going at it? [10:28 pm]

Azzi: Should’ve just invited me over. I would’ve had you all fucked out in five minutes [10:28 pm]

Paige: fuck you [10:29 pm]

Azzi: I could’ve if you invited me over 25 minutes ago 🙄[10:30 pm]

....

Azzi and Paige sat side by side on a towel. Their bodies were lightly covered in sand as they just sat there staring off into the ocean. The brunette's nose scrunched a little at the sea salt smell that traveled through wind and blew through their hair.

“Can you rub sunscreen on my back please?” Paige asked, holding the bottle out to azzi as she turned her back to the girl. The brunette nodded her head and took the bottle.

She slowly rubbed the white liquid into Paige’s back taking as much time as she possibly could. Azzi’s throat bobbed when she moved her hands down Paige's lower back. When she trailed her hands back up, she stopped at the blue string of Paige’s bikini.

“Can I?” She asked, causing Paige to turn her head over her shoulder. Paige nodded her head.

“Of course baby girl.”

Azzi moved her hands under the string to lather the liquid onto Paige’s slightly tanned skin. Her bottom lip was in between her teeth, moving her hands back up to rub the sunscreen into Paige’s neck.

The blonde let out a groan when the younger girl dug her fingertips into the side of the base of her neck directly where a knot was underneath her skin. Azzi’s face burned at the sound.

She continued to massage the spot, loving the small noises that she could only hear coming out of Paige's mouth. “Fuck, right there,” Paige said, tilting her head to the left so Azzi could have more room to work with.

The younger girl's breath was caught in her throat and her fingers stilled. Paige looked over at her with a pout. When Paige saw how flustered Azzi was, her pout formed into a smirk.

She didn't say anything, she just looked at the other girl. “You can't say stuff like that,” Azzi whispered, not being able to find her voice. Her eyes were now dilated and filled with desire as she looked at Paige.

“Why?”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “You know exactly why Paige,” she said, giving the girl a knowing look.

Paige moved a finger on her chin acting as if she was thinking. “Hmm no I don't. Please tell me,” she teased, leaning in a little further.

The brunette’s breath hitched. Oh fuck me, she thought. Her eyes looked down at Paige's lips and then up at the girl's face. She licked her lips anxiously as Paige just grinned at her.

“I wanna kiss you so badly right now,” Paige confessed, staring deep into the younger girl's eyes.

Azzi swallowed the lump in her throat. “Then kiss me,” she said. Her heart was beating out of her chest when Paige leaned further in.

Paige’s lips were hovering in front of Azzi’s when someone cleared their throat. “Hello, can you please take this picture for us?” a girl who looked thirteen asked. She had long brown curly hair and a sweet smile on her face.

Both of the girls looked at each other for a second before Paige finally cleared her throat and moved away from Azzi. The brunette scrolled on her phone as she waited for Paige to come back. After five minutes Paige made her way back beside Azzi.

Her face was a burnt red as well as the tips of her ears. “Sorry about earlier,” Paige said, breaking the silence between her and Azzi. She scratched the back of her neck out of nervousness.

“It's okay Paige. Now lets go get in the water,” she said, getting up from her spot and dusting herself off. She ignored Paige's wandering gaze when she turned her back to her, causing her ass to be all up in the other girl's face.

Azzi grabbed onto Paige's hand and quickly ran into the water. They stopped when the water was past their hips. The older girl wrapped her arms around Azzi’s waist. She trailed one down to grab at one of the brunette’s ass cheeks before she picked her up.

The younger girl wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck. One of her palms moved downward to knead Paige's breast with a satisfied smile on her face.

The blonde’s grip tightened on Azzi’s ass check while the two just stared at each other waiting for someone to make a move. The brunette rolled her eyes. She moved her free hand to hold the side of Paige’s neck and also caress the girl's ear.

Azzi leaned forward to interlock their lips together. She instantly groaned into Paige’s mouth because of how soft the blonde's lips were. The grip Paige had on Azzi’s waist tightened as she pulled the brunette closer to her front.

Before Paige could get lost into the kiss, Azzi pulled away, making Paige’s eyebrows furrow out of confusion. “Wait-,” she said, making the brunette laugh at her actions.

“What?” Azzi teased, licking her lips as she met the blonde’s eyes again.

“Can I get another kiss please?” Paige said, dragging out her words. She rolled her lip out and messed with the bottoms of Azzi’s bikini, slipping her fingers onto the side of the fabric. “Too much?,” she asked, referring to the way she was caressing Azzi’s hip bone with her finger tips.

Azzi shook her head, “Not enough.” She bit the inside of her cheek hard as she tried to control her patience and remind herself that they were still in public. Even if they were in the middle of the ocean.

Paige smirked at her words. “Bet,” she said, moving her head closer to Azzi’s, but she was stopped mid way by the younger girl's hand on the side of her face holding her back.

“No, not here, we are still in public honey. Plus, when I mean by ‘not enough,’ I don't just mean kissing. I want more too,” Azzi said with confidence.

The older girl's eyebrows raised. “Oh, really? And what is that?” she egged on, biting her bottom lip as she looked at the girl on top of her with full interest.

Azzi cleared her throat before she spoke. “I want you to eat me out until I'm crying. That's what I want most. And then I want you to do whatever you want to me after,” she said, grinding her core onto Paige’s front a little.

Paige groaned, “Fuck.” She wanted that to happen so badly. “You don’t know what you are doing to me,” she added, feeling her head spin from the tension between them.

The brunette laughed, “Incorrect. I do,” she confessed, moving to wrap her arms back around the blonde's neck. The two just stared at each other for a second.

“Let me take you on a date tomorrow,” Paige finally said, causing Azzi’s spine to straighten up a little at her words.

“Really?”

“Yes really. Please baby girl. Let me take you out,” Paige pleaded. Her cheeks were now darker red as she waited for Azzi to respond. She moved her hand off of the girl's hip and back onto her ass. She couldn’t control herself. She loved how not even half of it fit in Paige’s hand even though they were so big.

“Yes, Paige. You can take me out,” Azzi said, leaning forward to press a small kiss on the apple of Paige’s cheek. Her heart squeezed at how sappy the blonde currently looked.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me this for like forever,” Azzi complained. “I was so close to just coming into your room one night to confess my feelings and then ask you to fuck me.”

Paige grinned, “Shit, I wouldn’t have been mad if you did that,” she teased earning a slap on her shoulder.

DATE NIGHT

Azzi: Wait for our date are we going somewhere casual or fancy? [5:32 pm]

Paige: kinda both? [5:32 pm]

Azzi groaned at Paige’s text. She took her attention off of her phone screen and onto the large pile of clothes that were on her bed. The younger girl let out a deep sign, we are gonna be here for a while she thought.

Azzi: Okay. And you're picking me up around 7:30 right? [5:35 pm]

Paige: yes mama [5:35 pm]

Azzi hearted Paige’s message and then brought her attention back to the pile of clothes. She ended up wearing a deep red wine mini dress that stopped just below her ass. The dress had a deep v-neckline and wrapped around the base of her neck.

The dress hugged her body and ruffled out a little at the skirt. She coated her body in vanilla body oil and body glitter. Azzi walked over to her closet so she could slip on her black kitten heels that gave her an inch to her height.

For her makeup, she just put on mascara and liners her lips in a dark brown color. Azzi added a dark red buttery gloss that gave her lips a tint to them on top of her lip liner. The younger girl tapped her finger on her phone. “Shit,” she cursed under her breath from how Paige would be here any second.

She quickly sprayed on mod vanilla perfume by Ariana Grande. Just as she sat the bottle back down onto her dresser a small knock was heard from her front door. Azzi ran her fingers down her dress flattening out the non-existent wrinkles as she walked to the door.

When Azzi opened the door she was met with Paige who was in a white t-shirt, dark baggy navy jeans and white clean air forces. Her hair was pulled back into a slicked back ponytail and a thin coat of mascara coated her eyelashes. Paige was holding a bouquet of roses that were almost the color of Azzi’s dress.

Paige’s eyes widened at the sight of the girl in front of her. “Holy fuck ma, you look stunning.” Her eyes moved up and down, fully taking in Azzi’s outfit that almost made her heart stop.

Azzi laughed. “You look good too,” she said, walking towards Paige to wrap her arms around the base of the girl’s neck.

The blonde was somehow still able to wrap her arms around Azzi’s waist even though one of her hands was full. “Yeah?” she teased, with a smug look on her face.

“A little too good honestly.”

Paige laughed at Azzi’s comment.

The brunette shook her head. “No, I'm being so dead serious, do we have to go to dinner? Why cant we just go inside” she asked, motioning her head over to the door that was still open.

The older girl rolled her eyes playfully. “I wanna take you out. I've been wanting to for like forever. Then, we can go inside your apartment after maybe,” Paige said playfully, wiggling her eyebrows at Azzi.

Azzi groaned and slapped a little at Paige’s shoulder. She took the roses from the girl's hands and closed her front door. “Come on, we need to go right now before I drag you into my room and do whatever I want to you.”

Paige allowed Azzi to drag her by the hand. “Shit don’t say stuff like that or we won’t be making it to the date at all,” she said with a huge grin on her face.

Her mind immediately drifted to the thought of eating Azzi out in her backseat. Paige liked her lips at the thought of the younger girl coming undone just from her tongue.

The brunette turned her head over her shoulder to look back at Paige. “Don’t threaten me with a good time. I’ll be happy with either one.”

Alright, that’s enough, Paige thought. She seriously needs to get Azzi in the car before she does lose her mind. Paige opened Azzi’s passenger door and ‘helped’ the girl into the car.

“I can literally feel you staring at my ass.” Azzi said, plopping down into her seat.

Paige rolled her eyes, “bruh it was all up in my face how could I not look?” she argued before she made her way over to the driver's side of the car.

….

Dinner was fucked the second they arrived to the steakhouse. For starters Azzi’s dress was so short that Paige was so close to losing her mind. The second the blonde girl caught the sight of the glitter on Azzi’s legs she couldn’t look away she wanted to lick each speck off.

When they sat down at their table Azzi just smirked at Paige like she knew exactly what she was doing to the girl. (She did)

“You okay?” She asked with a fake innocent tone. Her leg wrapped around Paige’s underneath the table. Azzi’s heel ran up and down the back of the blonde's calf.

Paige’s nostrils flared a bit. “Oh yes, I’m perfectly fine,” she lied through her teeth.

The older girl's hands gripped the table cover so hard that her hands turned white. She bit the inside of her check, narrowing her eyes at Azzi trying to figure out what the girl had in store for her.

Azzi smiled at her, showing off her pearly white teeth and her dimples. “You don't look fine sweetie. What's wrong?” she asked, traveling her heel up a little higher and right in between Paige's legs directly onto her heat.

Paige's eyes fluttered a little bit and she bit back a moan. She hated how her hips automatically bucked forward trying to cause more pressure to go on her cunt.

“Nothin is wrong,” she choked out. The older girl let out a sign in relief when Azzi moved her heel off of her heat from their waiter coming up to their table.

They ate in silence. Both of them were trying to keep their cool. After a few minutes Azzi moved her foot back in between Paige’s legs. She smirked evilly at the small moan that came out of the girl's mouth that was a little muffled by her fork.

Paige moved her free hand under the table to grab at Azzi’s ankle. She was so happy that the table covering dropped all the way down to the floor so no one saw what was currently happening. Paige squeezed the brunette’s ankle once and gave the girl a ‘cut it out’ look.

Azzi giggled and shook her head once. She narrowed her eyes at Paige like she was challenging the girl. “What are you going to do if I don't stop?,” Azzi asked, raising her eyebrows a bit.

“Wanna find out?”

The younger girl bit the inside of her cheek. “Yes, I really do wanna find out.”

Azzi almost let out a groan when their server came back with their dessert. Way to ruin the moment, she thought. Azzi had to force a smile on her face acting as if she was just fine and said a small “thank you.”

She opened her mouth wide when Paige held out a spoon of vanilla ice cream and fed it to her. Azzi kept eye contact with the blonde the entire time. even when she pulled back and licked the remaining liquid on her lips.

“Fuck,” Paige said shakingly under her breath. They needed to leave immediately.

Paige was too focused on the brunette’s plumped lips that she didn't even realize that some of the ice cream dripped onto her hand. Azzi did though she leaned forward wrapping her lips around Paige’s two ice cream covered fingers.

She moaned a little at the taste. Azzi kept her eyes on Paige’s shocked ones as she wrapped her tongue around the two digits. Her eyes lowered a bit when Paige shoved her fingers a little further into her mouth, completely forgetting that they were in public.

Another small moan left Azzi’s mouth but it was muffled. She sucked Paige’s fingers clean before she pulled away. Her tongue ran over her bottom lip and over her lip combo that was almost completely gone.

Azzi stared at Paige with a heated gaze and smirk. The older girl looked back at her for a second and looked away. Paige’s eyes scanned the restaurant looking for their waiter so they could get the fuck out of here.

Paige was able to successfully flag down their waiter and after she paid she dragged Azzi to her car. Her mind was spinning from how Azzi’s hands were all over her body, mostly her stomach and boobs.

“You’re such a tease,” Paige groaned underneath her breath. She picked up her pace when she saw her car in the distance.

When they got to her cry Paige pinned Azzi against the passenger door. Their hands are clamped together above Azzi’s head. The older girl leaned forward to kiss the brunette's lips. She groaned into Azzi’s mouth from how the girl put her front up against hers.

Paige gripped onto Azzi’s hands tighter. It pained her when she had to pull away from Azzi’s lips. She rested her forehead onto the younger girls as she caught her breath.

Azzi squealed when Paige picked her by the back of her thighs out of nowhere. Her back was against the hard of Paige’s jeep and her arms were wrapped tightly around Paige’s neck. Azzi slightly opened her mouth, allowing Paige to slip her tongue in while they made out.

The older girl groaned into Azzi’s mouth exploring every inch of it before she pulled away. Paige licked her slightly swollen lips when she pulled away. She stared at the brunette for a solid two seconds before she made her choice. She opened the backseat door with her arm and carried Azzi to the back of the car.

Paige laid Azzi down carefully on her back. Azzi’s legs were bent and wrapped around her waist as she turned around to slam the door shut.

“God, this dress has been driving me crazy all night.” Paige groaned. She played with the small ruffles of the shirt with her fingers, inching the fabric further up Azzi’s thigh.

Azzi smirked. Her eyes were locked on the way Paige’s fingers slid across her inner thigh and a little onto her laced thong.

The older girl looked up into the brunette's eyes. “Can I?,” she asked, referring to moving the skirt up and onto her stomach.

Azzi nodded her head. Her eyes sparked in pure excitement. She even bucked her hips up, wanting the blonde to see how wet she was for her.

Paige’s eyes narrowed at Azzi a bit. “Use your words baby girl or I’m not giving you anything.” She demanded. Paige had to fight back a smirk when she physically saw what her words were doing to the younger girl.

“Yes you can honey,” Azzi said. Her cheeks burned when she saw her lavender thong. Her slick had seeped through the material causing a dark puddle to form over her folds.

“Fuck baby girl. All of this for me?,” Paige couldn’t take her eyes off of the sight. She licked her lips, imagining how Azzi would taste in her mouth.

Azzi nodded her head, “yes it’s all for you,” she wanted to cry from how Paige was taking too long. Azzi just wanted her to get the point already and stop teasing her.

Paige lowered her head in between Azzi’s legs. She blew softly onto the drenched underwear. The older girl grinned at how Azzi bucked her hips up to her mouth.

“Can I eat you out?”

The brunette was gonna strangle her. “Paige, yes you can now please hurry up. I need to feel your tongue on my clit please,” she cried, feeling her eyes start to become blurry.

Paige reached her hands up to tug off Azzi’s underwear. She shoved them into her pant pocket coming to the conclusion that they were hers now. Paige stared in awe at the brunette’s heat. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed a lump in her throat.

She inched her mouth closer to Azzi’s center. The first thing she did was fun the tip of her tongue through the girl's folds. Paige gathered up all of the younger girls slick she had to offer. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the taste of Azzi on her taste buds. With her hands she looped them around Azzi’s thighs so that her face was completely buried into the girl's cunt.

The tip of her nose brushed up against Azzi’s clit making the curled headed girl gasp out of shock. Paige unhooked one of her hands from Azzi’s thigh to lift the girl's clitoral hood. She pulled back, her eyes watching the way the girl's bundle of nerves pulse at the need of more attention.

“Fuck, look at that baby girl shes begging for me,” Paige rasped out. She smirked when she saw Azzi cover her face in embarrassment. “Nah-, don't hide away from me. I want you to watch me while I eat this pussy and I'm not stopping until you don't have anything else to give.”

Azzi’s mouth fell open at her words. She couldn't help but clench around nothing. The brunette sat up a little, resting her back on the back of her arms while her elbows dug into the leather seat. “Well then hurry up then.”

Paige eyes dilated at her words. She instantly wrapped her lips around Azzi’s clit, sucking on it lightly. Paige groaned at the way Azzi’s legs tried closing more around her head.

“Paige-, that feels so good, keep going please,” she cried. Azzi’s core tightened up as she bit her lip watching the girl. Her nails dug into the leather underneath her while she tried to grind her hips into Paige’s mouth.

The blonde opened her mouth wider, nodding her head to signal to Azzi to keep grinding. The brunette followed her instructions, grinding her hips even harder than she did the first time.

It took everything in her to not close her eyes. The feeling of Paige’s playing with her clit was too much and it felt so good. “Fuck I’ve touched myself so many times imagining that it was you making me feel good.” Azzi confessed, causing Paige to release her clit from her lips to look up at her.

Paige licked her lips, “yeah? Tell me more,” she demanded. Paige moved her mouth a bit to create a glob of spit in her mouth. When she released it from her lips it landed directly onto Azzi’s clit that was aching for attention and dripped down to her folds.

Azzi whimpered at sight. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of Paige’s warm tongue running over her folds and back up to where she needed her most. Her eyes snapped back open when Paige’s nails dug into the skin of her thigh.

When she looked down to meet Paige’s eyes she could tell the girl was pissed. “I’m sorry-, it just feels so good,” Azzi explained. Her breath hitched and her legs started to shake a little from Paige sucking harshly onto her clit now.

She almost cried when Paige pulled away from her clit. “What-, no, Paige-“ Azzi was cut off by the older girl's rasped voice.

“Baby girl, I gave you instructions, now do it. Or I’m going to get in the driver’s seat of this car and not let you cum until we get to your apartment.”

Azzi’s heart dropped at her last sentence. “No wait babe-. I’ll follow your instructions.” Her words made Paige grin.

“Good girl.” Paige praised, attaching her mouth back onto Azzi’s clit. She moaned at the way the brunette’s bundle of nerves pulsated on her tongue as if it was silently begging for more.

“I would always stay up late at night wishing that my vibrators were you. Sometimes I could try to be a little extra loud just for you to hear it. I was so desperate for you I would silently hope that you would walk in on me touching myself.” Azzi said. She moved one of her hands downward to play with Paige's hair.

Paige moaned into her cunt but didn't take her mouth off of it. She couldn't honestly, the taste of Azzi was so addicting. Paige ignored the pain in her jaw as she worked. The blonde shoved her face more into Azzi’s pussy, letting out small moans as she sucked on Azzi’s clit.

She didn’t pull away when Azzi’s thighs started to shake violently on her shoulders. Paige used the hand still on Azzi’s thigh to help hold the girl down.

“Oh-, Paige, I’m gonna cum,” Azzi cried. Her head was now thrown back and her back was fully arched off of the seat.

Just when the coil in her lower stomach was about to snap Paige pulled away. Azzi’s face scrunched in confusion and a pout formed on her face. “Why did you do that? I was so close to cumming,” she asked. Azzi wanted to cry.

Paige placed an open mouth kiss onto her cunt before she completely pulled away. “Remember when we kissed in the ocean and you told me what you wanted me to do to you.” Paige said, licking Azzi’s leftover slick off of her lips.

“Do you mean when I told you I wanted you to eat me out until I cried and then let you have your way with me?”

The blonde nodded her head. “Yeah you still want me to do that baby girl?” She asked, pressing a small kiss onto Azzi’s ‘eat me’ tattoo.

Azzi’s throat bobbed and her eyes lit up in delight. “Oh yes please.”

Paige smirked, “thought so. Now come one, get in the passenger seat so I can take you to your apartment.” She tapped Azzi’s thigh to signal to the girl to get up.

The brunette pouted. “Damn you're really gonna make me wait,” she complained. Her legs were still shaking as she fixed her dress. “Where is my underwear at?” She added not seeing it down on the floorboard.

“Don’t worry bout’ it”

Azzi rolled her eyes. Her legs felt like jelly when she climbed into the front seat. Just when she lifted her leg on the console a sharp pain came from her ass causing her to freeze. Azzi hissed at the pain while she turned her head over her shoulder. “Paige. Seriously?” 

The blonde put her hands up in surrender. “Bro-, It's just so big how can I not touch it,” Paige argued, trying to hold back her laugh. She slapped Azzi’s ass one last time before she got out the back seat and went to the drivers seat. 

Two minutes into the drive she was starting to regret not taking Azzi in the car. The second Paige pressed on the gas petal the brunette started to become a menace. At first, she leaned over to press kisses onto Paige’s cheek. It started off as sweet but then she moved down to her neck, sucking at the spot that made the blonde’s vision blurry. 

“If you wanna get to your apartment quicker, I suggest you stop.” Paige said, but despite her words she tilted her head a little to the side to give Azzi more room. The older girl moved her right hand off the steering wheel to rest it on the inside of Azzi’s inner thigh. 

Her jaw clenched when she felt Azzi’s slick, “damn baby girl, you're still so wet,” she groaned. Paige gathered up one of the brunette’s arousal with two fingers and then moved them to her mouth. She groaned at the taste of Azzi; it was a taste she was starting to love and become obsessive with. Something that she couldn't get enough of. 

Paige almost wrecked the car when Azzi took the same fingers into her mouth. She moved her eyes off of the road, just to get a glimpse of Azzi’s lips wrapped around her fingers. “Fuck,” Paige groaned out, when the brunette bobbed her head on her fingers a bit. 

The older girl's left hand clenched onto the steering wheel so tight that her hand turned white. She pressed on the gas with her right foot. “Azzi,” Paige said. Her voice was deep and hard. 

Azzi hummed around her fingers. She didn't show any interest in releasing them anytime soon. The brunette actually pouted when Paige pulled her fingers out of her mouth. “Paige-,” Azzi whined. 

“Ma we are so close to getting to your apartment please don't make me pull this car over.” 

The younger girl laughed but still sat back in her seat. Her legs were clamped together the whole three minutes they had left in the car. Azzi jumped out of her seat when Paige parked her car. But the second she got out of the car the blonde had walked around to her side to pick her up. 

“Wait-, babe-, I don’t have underwear on, remember,” azzi panicked. She did not want to flash the whole dorm complex. 

“It’s okay baby girl I got you,” Paige said, moving her palm down to hold Azzi’s skirt. She tightened her grip on Azzi’s waist as she quickly walked to Azzi’s door. 

Paige sat Azzi back onto the ground easily. The younger girl dug in her purse trying to find her keys. She kept getting distracted by Paige’s wandering hands. “Paige,” she snapped when the girl slapped her ass. 

Azzi let out a sigh in relief when she was finally able to open the door. She grabbed onto the collar of Paige’s shirt and tugged the girl to her bedroom. Azzi slammed the door shut and locked it. 

The second she had closed the door Paige’s hands were grabbing at her boobs. “Hmph-, Paige,” Azzi groaned, she tugged them both over to her bed. 

Azzi pushed Paige into the bed. She stripped from her dress and was left in her lavender lacy bra. Paige’s eyes widened at the sight. She reached her arms out to pull the girl onto her and Azzi went willingly with a laugh. 

The brunette situated her knees to where they were straddling Paige’s sides. One of her hands went up to hold the side of Paige’s face. Azzi leaned down to press a small kiss onto Paige’s lips. She pulled away before the older girl could deepen the kiss. 

“Bro-,” 

Azzi shook her head. “Take off your clothes,” she instructed. She moved off to the side of the bed, sitting on the back of her legs. 

Paige playfully rolled her eyes. “Yes ma'am," she mumbled. 

She quickly took her clothes off and threw them off the side of the bed. Paige didn't stop until she was completely bare. Azzi bit her lip and ran her hand from Paige’s chest to her abs. The brunette looked back up at Paige with pure need. “So you gonna keep your promise from earlier or..” she trailed off. 

Azzi laughed when Paige quickly changed their position. Now, she was the one laying on her back and Paige was hovering over her. “Spread your legs baby girl,” Paige rasped out. 

The younger girl opened her legs automatically at Paige’s command. Her slick covered folds and inner thighs were fully on display for the older girl. The blonde almost moaned at the sight. 

Paige moved to situate her body in between Azzi’s legs. She looked up at the girl while she dragged her tongue over Azzi’s inner thigh. Paige slicked up all the slick in a slow pace. She smirked at the way Azzi bucked her hips, trying to chase after some type of pressure. 

She ran her tongue over Azzi’s folds from not being able to help herself. Paige needed to have the taste of Azzi on her taste buds again. 

A soft whine left Azzi’s mouth and echoed throughout her dark room. Azzi’s eyes fluttered at the shapes Paige was drawing on her clit with the top of her tongue. She hissed when the blonde flattened her tongue against her bundle of nerves. 

Paige ran over her clit for a second before she brought it into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the nerve and sucked it until Azzi was crying. 

“Paige-, mhm—keep going please,” she begged. Azzi played with the blonde's hair, moving it out of her face so she could watch Paige. 

Her breath hitched at the way Paige moaned into her pussy like it was the most delicious thing ever. The small muffled sounds sent vibrations all throughout Azzi’s body causing her spine to arch. 

She fisted at the sheet and her legs were spread further out. “Oh-, please Paige, fuck-,” Azzi cried. She didn’t even know what she was begging for at this point. Words were just falling from her mouth and she couldn’t stop them. 

Azzi moved her hands to unclasp her bra. She threw it off of the bed and started to play with her boobs. The brunette tugged at her nipples making her hiss. Paige looked up at her and moaned at the sight. She moved one of her hands up and tugged one of Azzi’s hands away to replace it with hers. 

Azzi’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. “I love how big your hands are,” she said, referring to the way Paige’s whole palm was able to hold one of her breasts. 

Paige smirked into her cunt. She released Azzi’s clit and admired how swollen it looked. The older girl blew air onto it watching as it pulsated around nothing. “Paige,” Azzi cried, dragging out her words. 

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good.” 

Paige moved her mouth downwards. She stuck her tongue out to trust it into Azzi’s entrance. Paige fucked the girl with her tongue and graoned at how tight Azzi’s walls were around her. The older girl took her hand off of Azzi’s boob to run it down the brunette’s folds to gather up some of the girls left over slick. 

When she felt like her fingers were coated enough, she moved them back up and pushed them through Azzi’s plumped lips. The younger girl moaned at the taste of her in her mouth. She grabbed onto Paige's wrist, sucking the girl's fingers clean. 

Slobber had dripped down from the sides of Paige’s mouth as she continued fucking Azzi with her tongue. Paige eased her way back up to Azzi’s neglected clit. This time she sucked at it gently, just enough to have Azzi’s legs tremble. 

“Fuck-, hmph, I'm close,” Azzi warned. Her head started to spin and her face scrunched up. The brunette almost cried when Paige pulled away from her bundle of nerves. But before she could even complain Paige started talking. 

“Grab my phone. I want you to video me eating your pussy,” the sound of Paige's voice made Azzi move instantly. She quickly crawled to the end of the bed to grab Paige's phone from off the floor. 

Azzi quickly got back to her original spot. She fumbled with turning on Paige's phone. Her hands shook as she switched to the camera because of how Paige attached her mouth back onto her oversensitive clit. 

The flash light shined onto the side of Paige’s face showing off Azzi’s arousal that covered Paige's mouth. Paige's eyes were half lidded she smiled as her jaw worked eating Azzi’s cunt. The camera also caught the drool that was mixed with Azzi’s slick on the side of her mouth that dripped onto her chin and down her neck. 

Her blue eyes moved at the camera and stared at it for a second. She gave it a small wink before the phone started to shake violently. 

Azzi’s mouth fell open, “Oh-, Im cumming,” she moaned loudly. She dropped Paige’s phone onto the bed still videoing. 

Azzi’s abs flexed and she started trying to move away from Paige's tongue from being close. Paige held down one of her thighs, following Azzi’s movements with her head so she could keep her lips wrapped around the girl's clit. 

She moaned the second Azzi’s juices hit her tongue and god, it was worth the wait. She drank up every last drop the brunette had to offer. Paige didn't let go of Azzi's pussy until the girl was pushing at her head and crying from overstimulation. 

“No more-,” Azzi whined. She pulled Paige up by her arms to snuggle into the girl's chest. 

Paige laughed and licked her lips. She brought her arm up to whip away Azzi’s slick and spit from the corners of her mouth. “Was it worth the wait?” Paige rasped out. Her voice was a little hoarse. 

Azzi nodded her head. “Oh definitely and totally worth all of the teasing.” She pressed a small kiss onto Paige's rose cheek, “Will you be my girlfriend?” 

The blonde smirked. “Damn, was I really that good at eating you out?” She asked with a smug look on her face. 

The younger girl rolled her eyes. “Paige-, just answer the question,” she whined. 

“Yes I’ll be your girlfriend and thank you for that video you recorded, gonna send it to you later,” Paige told her as she grabbed her phone to stop the video. 

Azzi nodded her head, “Yes please now shut up I'm tired,” she whispered. The brunette changed their position so that she was able to rest her head onto Paige's boobs.

“You know, getting that tattoo and posting that freaky stuff on my close friends was so worth it,” she mumbled out tiredly. 

“What-” Paige asked, her head snapped to the side in confusion. Her eyebrow raised fully. Wait, that actually makes so much sense, she thought. 

“Shh honey, I'm so close to going to sleep. That's a problem for tomorrow,” Azzi shushed her, causing her to laugh. 

Azzi was hired to be a private chef for a professional athlete, which was amazing. Good scheduling, good communication, great pay, and the best part? It was completely anonymous. 

‘Just deliver to xxx and ring the doorbell on your way out’

But when the door to the Dallas penthouse opened too quickly on just her third week to none other than Paige Bueckers, the lone WNBA player Azzi couldn’t stand, it led to…

…sex?

(And Kaitlyn Chen is just always on her phone, I guess)

⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

“The big Chefzzi Fudd now, huh?” 

“No, mom, cut it out!” Azzi scolded her mother on the phone, opening her laptop with a sigh. “I’ll always just be Azzi.” 

“I know that, sweetie, but don’t you think you should branch out a bit?”

“And what, get a bunch of sponsorships?”

“Well, that’s not all you’d gain-”

“No, mom. I told you, I’m never gonna do that.” Azzi signed in to her gmail account, clicking her tongue annoyedly at needing her phone for the passkey.

“But think about the financial securi-”

“I don’t need more money. They’re already paying me so much here!” 

Azzi wasn’t stupid. She knew that with her celebrity status, she could certainly leverage it to get never-ending brand deals, sponsorships, PR packages, you name it. But she didn’t want any of that. When she got into cooking at such a young age, she had promised herself that she would never let fame get to her head. If she ever made it that far, of course. 

Her success was unquestionable, however, measurable in ways like the attention she garnered during her very short run on Food Network. Her mere two guest appearances had garnered the most views on the channel. Ever. Just the first one’s success had even caused Azzi to remove all of her contact information from her instagram bio. At the ripe age of 16. 

She had finally felt at peace when the emails had died out, after being thrown into stardom (it took much longer than expected, but still). 

That was a life she never wanted, being scrutinized under the public eye. She never wanted a random outsider to be able to view her through a magnifying glass. Let alone 15 million of them, as would suggest her instagram following. 

It had fueled her career, though, earning her more than enough money to fully fund her desire to attend culinary school, and her eventual desire to get a bachelor's degree in food science in New Jersey. It also allowed herself to spend more leisurely than she’d ever thought she would in her early twenties…But she had to draw the line somewhere. On the off chance that clients managed to reach out to her, and she took interest in the opportunity, she never negotiated prices amounting to anything near a million dollars. She just couldn’t do it. She didn’t cook for the money. She cooked because she simply loved doing it.

She had negotiated her new salary down from what she thought was absolutely unimaginable, unnecessary wealth, to a solid 500k at the insistence of her new bosses, who had ignored Azzi’s protests of it still being too high. 

Azzi had to admit, though, it was a nice salary.

Her new client came with an exciting move to Dallas, Texas, too. And well, how could Azzi, who had been stuck in Princeton, New Jersey for six years, say no to that?

“I don’t even have to interact with my client this time.” Azzi said, cutting through the silence. She propped her phone back up on the table before beginning to comb through her emails. “It’s completely anonymous!”

She was especially glad that her new client didn’t seem to concern herself about Azzi’s fame, if she even knew about it. It was relieving, really, to be cooking for someone who potentially recognized your name, but not really having to interact with them.

“Hmm, that’s great, honey, but does that not feel kind of weird?” 

Azzi frowned, looking back over at her phone. “No…? Why would it?” 

“When you don’t even know who you’re cooking for?”

“Um, no, not really?”

“What if they’re a serial killer?”

“Mom!”

“It was a legitimate question!” Katie lasted about two seconds before she started laughing. “Okay, no, I’m kidding. I love you, sweetie, I’m just looking out for you. I’m really glad that you’re so happy in Texas.”

And Azzi truly was. The somewhat-strange arrangement had allowed for a very flexible schedule. She found herself wandering downtown during the athlete’s away games, spending hours in local coffeeshops, tanning in the Dallas heat…

“And it has to be nice being around Kaitlyn again, right? I know how hard it was for you two, being apart for three years.” her mother continued.

She smiled at this. It was nice. Really nice. Her favorite part of it all had to be reuniting with Kaitlyn. They met back in college and had clicked almost instantly, becoming close a mere week after term had started; her freshman year and Kaitlyn’s sophomore year. She had attended so many of her games that she could still recall the Princeton student section chants. 

Azzi had even attended Kaitlyn’s draft, who, after spending her two redshirt seasons at UConn, had gotten drafted in the late first round to none other than the Dallas Wings, Texas’s very own WNBA team. She was so excited for the first game of Kaitlyn's sophomore season, finally getting to support her in person…

“You’re friends with her teammate, what’s her name, Paige-something too, right? Isn’t that the girl you were talking about from her draft?” her mother’s voice continued, unknowingly stepping into dangerous territory. 

The smile fell off her face at the mention of Paige Bueckers, the #1 pick of the WNBA draft just two years ago. The stupid, snobby, arrogant-

“Not really. I only know of her. The number one pick. The rookie of the year.” she grumbled scathingly, rolling her eyes. She hadn’t told her mother about her blatant disdain for Paige, and wasn’t planning to anytime soon. “But anyway, yeah, I love being around Kaitlyn again.” She reminisced on her fond memories with Kaitlyn while beginning to look through the list she had been sent, of dishes her client was willing to eat.

Her brows knit together as she read through more of the options. 

“I hate that this stupid athlete’s such a picky eater, though,” she scoffed, distracted from their conversation. “I can’t even cook anything exciting for her. It’s all like- pasta, ground meat, mac and cheese, sandwiches, even more pasta...it’s all so boring!”

Her mother laughed softly, “You’re funny, Az. Aren’t you glad you finally get to cook some simple meals?” 

“I mean, not really! I never enjoyed cooking things that are so plain. I absolutely hated the unit on pasta in culinary school, remember?” 

“Of course I do, sweetie. I’m just making fun of you. It’s getting late here, though. I’m gonna go to bed soon. Love you.” 

Azzi returned her attention to her phone, picking it up. “Love you too, mom. Goodnight!” She ended the call with a wave and laid it face-down beside her computer. 

While continuing to look through the list of mystery-athlete-okayed-foods, Azzi scrolled a bit too far down, accidentally reaching the very first email in the chain. It had detailed the basics of what the job entailed, including a brief description of the anonymous-aspect of the job.

‘Just deliver to xxx and ring the doorbell on your way out’

Azzi smiled to herself as she read the line again. Maybe the athlete was trying to protect their identity because of their childish palate. She breathed out a laugh and scrolled back up to the list she had been reading, eventually deciding on a few dishes and jotting down the ingredients she would need to buy tomorrow.

⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

“Yeah, I’m kinda convinced they’re secretly a toddler or something.” Azzi laughed as Kaitlyn scrunched her face on the phone screen propped up against the child seat of her shopping cart. “No, seriously, she hates like every single vegetable. It’s so stupid. She genuinely has the palate of a toddler. I literally delivered her a bowl of cereal this morning, and then some mac and cheese for lunch!”

She walked into the dairy section, checking expiration dates before selecting a jug of skim milk. 

“Ooh, what if they are, for real?” Kaitlyn joked. “Like some crazy baby-athlete-experiment, or something?”

“Ew. These portions would be extremely concerning, then.” Azzi smiled, wheeling the cart towards the next aisle.

Kaitlyn laughed harder. “This athlete doesn’t eat, like, any vegetables? At all?” 

“I mean kinda?”

“What does that mean?”

“I’ve been-” Azzi paused, leaning closer to her phone, “Okay you can’t tell anyone, k?” She whispered, waiting for Kaitlyn’s skeptical nod before continuing, “I’ve been sneaking butternut squash and sweet potato into the mac and cheese.” 

They exchanged looks before bursting into laughter at Azzi’s antics. 

“You’re SO funny.” 

“I’m being serious!” 

“Girl, what if you get fired?”

Azzi thought about that for a moment. If she did get fired, it surely wouldn’t be for this. She had done it a handful of times now, and had even received emails from her boss detailing that her client had especially loved her mac and cheese, requesting it more frequently. “I mean, I guess I could, but they seem to really like it. Probably because they don’t know what’s in it.” 

They laughed again.

Azzi checked her list and started moving towards the produce section.

She paused, though, deciding to wheel the cart towards the frozen section first. She had been meaning to restock her ice cream collection recently, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so. 

Her face soured, however, when her gaze caught on a blue bag near the ice cream. Paige Bueckers’ face stared back at her.

Kaitlyn caught the look and asked, “What’s up?”

“Nothing.” Azzi lied for no reason, directing her attention back at the Ice Cream for Bears selection. (“Cuz it’s healthier, Kaitlyn!” “Shut up. It’s not gross!”).

She caved when Kaitlyn narrowed her eyes at her, however. “Okay, fine, it’s Bueckers’ stupid face.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks for the clarity, Az.” 

“Ugh, it’s her stupid TruFru ad! Her face is on all the bags.” 

Kaitlyn snorted. “You really hate my teammate that much?” 

“I don’t hate her.” Azzi huffed, snatching a pint with considerable aggression.

“Right.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Bro, you haven’t even met her before! You love all my other teammates. Why is she the literal only WNBA player you hate?”

“I know enough about her.” Azzi muttered, dropping the ice cream into her cart.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing!” She started wheeling the cart away again. “Hey, I only need four more things, and I’ll be freeee.”

“Don’t you still need to cook dinner?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point.”

“And deliver it?”

Azzi kissed her teeth. “Still not the point.”

“Who do we think mystery athlete is, though? I’m honestly dying to know.”

“Hmm, do you think he could be an olympic athlete or something crazy?” 

“I don’t care about that, bro. They’ve gotta be hot, right? Like most pro athletes are hot.” 

“Um, no? A lot of ‘em are ugly. Like you, for example.” She stuck her tongue out at her phone when Kaitlyn flipped her off, immediately in a better mood than she was in the frozen aisle. 

But Kaitlyn had to ruin that, of course.

“Seriously though, what if mystery athlete’s your future husband or something?” She paused when Azzi laughed, then smirked, “…or wife. I’m not judging.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m still not gay, Kaitlyn.”

When Kaitlyn only smiled wider at this, Azzi groaned. 

“Ugh, I’ve just been going through a dry spell, k? And it’s only because I haven’t actually gone out in Dallas yet.”

“Whatever you say, Az. When you hookup with a Dallas hottie, do make sure to tell her you’re not gay” 

“I will hang up.”

Azzi continued shopping and bickering with Kaitlyn, occasionally pausing mid-sentence when trying to locate certain ingredients on her list. 

Kaitlyn’s voice rang through the empty aisle as Azzi dropped a large bag of flour into her cart. “Hey, Paige wants to go out tomorrow tonight after the home opener. You wanna come? Maybe you can meet some…not ladies.” 

“If you don’t stop-”

“Okay, okay,” Kaitlyn giggled. 

“But you said Paige…” Azzi started.

“Oh my god, I thought you were over this.” 

“Do I sound over this?” 

“Fucking hell, do I sound over this?” Kaitlyn mocked her in a high-pitched voice.

“You’re so sassy!” 

“Bruh.”

“Just answer the question!”

“You didn’t even ask a question.”

“Yeah! Cuz you interrupted me. So, is she coming?”

“Considering she asked if I wanted to go out…yes, Fudd. She’s coming.” Kaitlyn deadpanned.

“Consider me out, then!” Azzi threw up a peace sign and Kaitlyn rolled her eyes.

“Nooo, come on, I’ll make sure you guys won’t even be near each other the whole night. How ‘bout that?

Azzi hummed, pretending she was truly considering the offer, as she scanned the greens in the produce section.

“Pleaseee? It’ll be my treat; your first time out in Dallas!”

“Okay, fineee.” She grabbed the final ingredient on her list, parsley, and finally headed towards the cashiers.

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

Azzi gingerly set the dish down on the brown welcome mat, stepping back to admire her work. 

She might’ve gone overboard on the plating this time, but hey, if (potentially hot) mystery athlete would start to notice her, it could be worth it. Because even if Kaitlyn was wrong and mystery athlete wasn’t hot hot, they had to be rich rich. 

It was a thought that popped into Azzi’s head every time she made her way up to the porch. The Dallas penthouse was simply stunning. 

It was tucked into a quiet neighborhood away from the commotion of the city, with lush patches of nature scattered throughout the property. Azzi was even 99% sure she had seen a lemon tree by the driveway, and what she believed to be a fig tree. She vaguely thought about it being near the end of the lemon season, and briefly wondered why the lemons looked so unripe in early May, before allowing her gaze to wander. 

She looked up at the sky. 

It was a beautiful Thursday evening, the warm glow of the sunset adding to the ambiance. The sleek, modern features of the home contrasted perfectly with the surrounding greenery, looking like something straight out of a Pinterest search, like ‘aesthetic nature mansion sunset’. 

Hmm, would I really say no to a man who’s this rich? Even if he’s really ugly…

She let out half a snort as she faced the door again and stepped forward to ring the doorbell before turning to leave. 

The unmistakable sound of the door creaking open halted her movements, however. No way, she was actually about to see who mystery athlete was-

“Oh, hey.” Mystery athlete said, tone clearly feigning casualness as the clatter of porcelain behind Azzi indicated they had picked up the dinner. “I’ve been meaning to catch you for ages. You always leave so quickly!”

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

If mystery athlete had been hooked on their new private chef ever since they caught a glimpse of her on their Ring camera, it was nobody’s business but theirs. And, well, their manager, since they had been incessantly nagging her about the chef’s contact information. 

“Oh my god, not this again. She signed a contract that guaranteed anonymity on both ends. You know that. You literally signed the same contract.”

“I don’t read those, bro! That’s what you’re there for.”

“...” 

“Okay, but, it’s just a phone number! I already know she’s the Azzi Fudd. She’s just- she’s so-”

“Don’t tell me you’re trying to hit on her.”

“No! No. I’m not. I’m just…curious.”

“Uh huh. The answer’s still no. And don’t call me about this again on a random Tuesday.”

“No, wait, please!”

“No.”

“Shouldn’t I have her number in case of an emergency? Like, what if she burns her house down and I have to go save her?”

“She’ll call 911.” 

“But- no, wait-”

“If I give you her number will you stop calling me?”

“YES. Bro, thank y-”

“But you have to promise me you won’t bother her. In fact, you’re not allowed to text her until she does, okay?”

“Whattt? Not even a ‘what’s up’?” 

“I’m hanging up.”

“You’re still sending it, righ-”

Azzi’s A-list celebrity status confused mystery athlete when they saw that she didn’t even have her email on her Instagram. On her business account. She didn’t even seem to have a personal account, according to mystery athlete’s extensive research, which, considering the number of hours they spent searching, simply had to be true. They couldn’t even find any news about her that wasn’t at least two years old, from when she had catered for the WNBA draft that they happened to attend, too.

They had kept their word and hadn’t texted Azzi that Tuesday night. Or on Wednesday. Or on any other occasion their mind was filled with thoughts of the chef, which may have been much more frequent than the basketball star would ever admit. Oh, and they definitely hadn’t watched the Ring camera footage again. Multiple times. Now that would be creepy. 

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

Azzi’s eyebrows moved up on their own accord. It was like a whole subconscious self-defense mechanism, with the way her heart rate had picked up, too. She didn’t want to turn around anymore. She knew that voice. She knew that horrible, awful, gravelly, sexy-

“I’m Paige, by the way. Paige Bueckers. I mean, you probably know that, living in Dallas and whatnot. Or- I mean, I’m sure you’d know who I am regardless of where you lived, but-”

“What the fuck?”

Paige paused. 

Azzi turned abruptly and glared at her. 

“I’ve been cooking for Paige fucking Bueckers this whole time?”

“Uh, it’s only been like three weeks-”

“Not the point!” Azzi snapped, crossing her arms, all hot and bothered.

“Wait, you really didn’t know?” Paige attempted to mirror her pose as best she could with one arm, earning her another glare.

“Didn’t know what?” 

“They really didn’t tell you?”

“Who? What?” 

“My team. They didn’t tell you that you were cooking for me?”

“Oh of course you have a team, Bueckers,” Azzi scoffed. “I’m over this. I’m leaving.”

Paige lunged forward and grabbed Azzi’s wrist before she was able to turn, careful not to drop the dish she was still holding.

“What is your problem?” Paige snarled, eyebrows creasing. “I didn’t know who you were either, so what’s the big deal?” 

“Ugh!” Azzi wrenched her arm out of Paige’s (surprisingly strong) grip. “Of course you don’t know who I am. Why would you!?” 

She stormed off.

Paige gawked at her slowly disappearing figure.

She dug her phone out of her pocket with her free hand and clicked on the contact she had been given by her manager. Finally.

Chef Azzi Fudd 👩‍🍳🥘 (don’t text, bueckers.)

She turned to start walking back inside as she typed:

214-744-9391: 

6:04

i assume they gave you my number, at least?

idk why ur pissed

i really like ur cooking dude

and ur getting paid a lot too bruh

Azzi immediately started typing, the little bubble appearing in the corner.

Paige jumped for some reason, actually jumped, and subsequently dropped the entire contents of her dinner on her front porch. 

“Fuck.”

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

Despite Azzi clearly having read her texts, Paige never got a response. Not a single one to Paige’s four. 

Quadruple-texting on the get-go. Nice one, Bueckers.

It was now 7:04 am the next morning. A full 13 hours since their disastrous interaction.

Paige really didn’t know what had made the conversation go so poorly. She had just kindly introduced herself (with no intentions of hitting on the chef, of course). But that had immediately been shot down with the f-word. Two of them, to be exact. 

So Paige was confused. Sue her. She said hi to a pretty girl and got yelled at.

At least that was the short description she went with when Kaitlyn had called her at 7:00 sharp (their little routine). 

“That’s basically what happened! I was like- ‘hey, I’m Paige.’ and she was all ‘what the fuck? Are you Paige fucking Bueckers?’ and like ‘Fuck off!’”

“Your chef told you to fuck off after seeing you for the first time? See, I’ve told you before. You’re mad ugly-” 

“Bro, get out. I mean, she didn’t say that.” Paige shivered slightly as her AC turned on and blew cold air at her torso.

“What’d she say, then?” 

“I don’t even know, bruh. She said some stupid thing like ‘of course you have a team, Bueckers.’ Like that’s a problem? Like yeah, babe, I’m organized? I don’t know!” She scoffed.

“Ohhh” Kaitlyn’s voice filled Paige’s room as she drew the covers up higher. 

“What?”

“I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“You were being a cocky asshole.”

“I- what?”

“You can’t be serious. You were basically bragging that you have a whole team behind you, in like the second sentence you spoke to hot chef girl?”

“I wasn’t bragging! It just came up.”

“Oh, right. Cuz I always open up with, ‘my personal manager’s been up my ass about scheduling lately, but hey, you’re pretty. Can I buy you a drink?’”

“I will literally have our front office trade you.” 

Paige heard Kaitlyn’s laughter fade away as she seemed to continue going through her usual morning routine. 

“Well, did you finally text her, at least?” She asked her, returning to her phone.

Paige brought the sheets up higher, covering her face in a weak attempt to hide her embarrassment.

“Hello?”

“I might have texted her…four times.”

“You quadruple texted her? Oh, you’re so whipped.”

“I’m not! But it doesn’t even matter. She never responded-”

“HAHAHAH” Kaitlyn’s obnoxious laughter rang throughout Paige’s room again. She picked her phone up from her nightstand and took it off speaker, holding it up to her ear as she got out from underneath the covers with another shiver, stretching her limbs.

“Shut uppp. You’d do the same thing. She’s seriously the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”

“I literally have a boyfriend.”

“You know what I mean, bruh.” 

“You can’t keep saying she’s hot and not send me pics! Or at least gimme a description cuz all I’ve heard from you is ‘hot!’ ‘pretty!’ ‘gorgeous!’”

Paige walked into her bathroom and grabbed her hairbrush, thinking of a reasonable lie to tell as she brushed her hair. Since she had found out during her previous (potentially second) deep dive on Azzi Jazlyn Fudd that she and Kaitlyn had gone to college together, and was like, 99% sure they kept in touch, she kept dancing around the subject when talking to Kaitlyn.

“Yeah, because she is hot, pretty, and gorgeous, Kaitlyn. And hey, I don’t have any pics-”

“Then how’d you know what she looked like before this whole interaction?”

“Um-” Fuck. “Okay, maybe I saw her on my Ring-”

“ON YOUR RING CAMERA? PAIGE BUECKERS.” 

Paige put her phone down on the edge of the sink before calling out, “Nope! Enough. I don’t wanna hear it. I’m leaving you down here.” She began brushing her teeth, taunting Kaitlyn every now and then with a ‘mhm, can’t hear ya,' whenever some of her voice would filter through the sound of scrubbing. 

She finished freshening up and changed before heading to her front door. She felt insane camping out in front of her own house’s front entrance, waiting just inches away from the door, only to (hopefully) catch a small interaction with her private chef. She kinda felt like a creep…

“Isn’t that kinda weird, though?”

“Um, no…?”

“Like that she hates you so much. I wonder if there’s more than she’s letting on?”

“Oh! Uh-” 

The doorbell rang before she could say another word. Paige jolted and quickly reached for the door handle, tugging hard-

But the door was locked.

“Fuck, the lock! Shit!” She fumbled with the lock and finally opened the door, practically throwing herself outside to try and catch Azzi at the door, jumping over the meal that sat on her welcome mat, but it was no use. She saw the back of Azzi’s figure jogging down the length of her driveway.

Her gaze most certainly didn't latch onto the bottoms of Azzi's matching workout set...that would be uncordial.

She sighed.

“You’re so stupid, Paige.”

“Shut up, Kaitlyn.”

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

After enduring Kaitlyn’s teasing for the entirety of morning shootaround, which had become almost unbearable after her little morning ‘door mishap’, Paige closed the front door behind her and leaned back against it with a groan as she glanced at her phone. She had exactly 22 minutes until Azzi would drop off her lunch. That meant 10 minutes to shower, firstly, and then whatever time remained to make herself look presentable, and let’s face it, good. 

She wasted no time, setting her bag down in the hallway and bolting to the master bathroom, stripping in record time, and hopping straight into the shower. A solid 8 minutes later, she was drying herself while brushing her teeth again (for good measure), and repeatedly checking the time to the point where there was now what resembled a small puddle on her phone screen. 

She then got dressed, blow-dried her hair, used some mouthwash, flossed, sprayed on copious amounts of cologne, curled her lashes, and was in the process of applying some mascara when she checked the time again. 

11:59

Shit!

She screwed the cap back on and chucked the tube somewhere into the wrong drawer, slamming it shut. Nevermind having only finished one eye. She didn’t even bother turning the lights off as she made her way to the front door.

This time, she had made sure to leave it unlocked, determined to finally have another real interaction with Azzi. She checked her phone one last time:

12:00

Azzi was always very punctual, so that meant the doorbell was going to ring any se-

RING

Paige briefly panicked and dropped her phone. 

Stupid!

She made the split second decision to kick it aside before swinging the door open. She knew Azzi couldn’t run away that quickly, and she was right; she didn’t see her figure disappearing in the distance again. Actually, she couldn’t see Azzi anywhere. Like at all. She could still see her car parked in the driveway, but she wasn’t in it. Nor around it. 

“Azzi?” She called out, stepping over her lunch. She only had to take two more steps before she saw Azzi hiding around the corner, whose eyes seemed to widen when Paige’s head turned towards her. “Oh, hey, Azzi.” 

But again, Azzi bolted. 

“No, wait! Azzi!” Paige took another step forward to chase her down, but in her haze of Azzi Azzi Azzi, she forgot about her own porch having two front steps. She nearly faceplanted, catching herself at the last second, before launching herself back onto her feet. By the time she dusted off her sweats, though, Azzi’s car had already started pulling out of the driveway. 

“Fuck.” 

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

Azzi had gotten the email from Paige’s manager at 4:00 pm. She was to deliver dinner at 5:00 tonight, instead of 6:00, since the Wings game had gotten moved up to 8:00 pm. 

“Fucking Cathy.” She muttered, closing her laptop at the sound of her oven beeping and grabbing her phone. 

She wasn’t really mad about the whole situation, especially since they had literally offered to give Azzi a 20k bonus for the inconvenience. 

“What’d you say?” Kaitlyn’s voice rang out. 

“Nothing.” Azzi grumbled into her phone as she wandered towards her kitchen sink before setting it down again. “The- um- mystery athlete’s game got moved up to 8 so I gotta go deliver her dinner at 5 tonight.”

“Oh, really? That sucks- Wait, mystery athlete is a girl? I was just teasing you before with the whole gay thing, but how do you know she’s a woman?”

“Uh-” Azzi scrambled to think of a reasonable excuse to cover for her slip-up while she washed her hands. She may have conveniently forgotten to reveal mystery athlete’s identity to Kaitlyn, especially since she wasn’t really prepared to make her true hatred of Paige known to her just yet. And considering Paige was one of Kaitlyn’s closest friends and her teammate of several years, she wasn’t really sure if she’d ever be. “Yeah, that’s what her team told me.” She replied scathingly, rolling her eyes and sighing as she pinched the phone between her ear and shoulder while grabbing some potatoes from a cupboard and chucking them into an empty pot. “I gotta go, though, Kaitlyn. I only have one hour to prepare and deliver this. I’ll see you later tonight?” She filled the pot up using the tap and set it on the stovetop to boil. 

“Her…? Um, okay, yeah. See you later, Fudd.” 

Azzi ended the call and set her phone down on the counter before grabbing the butter and turning another burner on. 

“Stupid flat top stove.” She muttered as she shoved a pan onto the burner, impatiently kissing her teeth while adding butter into the pan.

She reached across the counter to drag the enormous bag of flour towards her and continued making the roux while she reheated some premade steak bites (sue her.) and started boiling some pasta. She was winging it with dinner tonight, since she couldn’t be bothered to precisely double every quantity in a recipe she knew by heart. Why did Paige’s stupid team want her to cook two portions this time, anyway? Azzi cooked every single meal for her. There isn’t any need for Paige to meal prep. 

She frowned at the thought, adding milk into the pan, stirring for some time before adding some reheated sautéed mushrooms into the thickened mixture. The sauce came together right as the pasta finished cooking, so she chucked the meat into it before running off to strain the pot. Right when the pasta had finished cooking was when the potatoes had finished parboiling, so she ran off to strain that pot as well, before dropping them onto a baking tray. 

She smashed the potatoes with a glass in one hand while stirring the pasta sauce with the other. Thank god I preheated the oven earlier. 

She dumped the pasta into the sauce while simultaneously picking out seasonings for the potatoes. After making her selections, she started generously seasoning the now-smashed potatoes before pushing the saucepan off the burner and grabbing the olive oil from the bottom cupboard and drizzling it over the potatoes. 

She chucked it into the oven and went to wash her hands with a sigh. She was already worn out from avoiding Paige all day (a very taxing task, if you ask her), and had just cooked a 40-minute dinner for two in a solid 20. I’m pretty fucking good, she thought to herself while drying her hands. Wait, is Paige having a girl over? 

What the fuck? 

No. Or maybe yes. She didn’t care, though. At all. 

She shook her head and turned the oven light on, crouching down to peer at the potatoes that definitely weren’t finished. 

She just had the one delivery left and she’d be done for the day. She truly hoped the earlier game meant that Paige would be tired, herself, or something, and not in the mood to interact with Azzi. Because that totally makes sense.

Let’s just get it over with. 

Oh shoot, I need to chop some parsley-

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

Azzi’s heart dropped to her ass upon pulling up to the now-familiar Dallas penthouse. 

Standing in the doorway was none other than Paige fucking Bueckers, all cross-armed as if she was upset, or something. It simply boiled Azzi’s blood. 

She was more bothered by what this whole gimmick meant; she’d actually have to talk to Paige again. She couldn’t possibly leave the dinner at her feet and just leave while Paige was standing right in front of her. She technically could...it was only because she didn’t have the audacity, but she could think of someone who would-

Enough. She got out of her car, moving leisurely. She had arrived 5 minutes early like she normally did, anyway. Only this time, she couldn’t sit in her car in her misery and then bolt to and from the door on the exact minute of delivery. She’d look insane. Well, Paige looks-

Insane? No. Azzi scoffed as she picked up the dishes and kicked the passenger door shut with her foot. I mean, she doesn’t look bad…but she’s definitely not hot. She’s not ugly, though…I guess she is pretty attractive. Not to me, of course. But if, you know, you polled the entirety of Dallas, I’d imagine 99% would say she’s hot. The 1% would be me, though. Definitely.

Her internal conversation brought her right up to Paige, as she stepped onto the doormat. She looked up and held the two dishes out, forcing a smile. 

“Here’s your dinner!” 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Paige’s arms remained crossed, and she sounded unimpressed. The dishes simply pressed up against her forearms. 

Azzi’s smile turned into a frown. “I’m not in the mood, Bueckers.” 

“Dude, Azzi, I just want to talk to you.” 

She brought the dishes closer to her own body as her arms tired. “What’s so important that we need to talk about it right now?” 

Paige cocked her head to the side, smirking. “Azzi.” 

“Bueckers.” 

“Will you please just talk for a bit?”

“I’m talking to you right now. More words than I’ve ever spoken to you before, mind you-”

“Okay, okay, thank you. I really do appreciate it.” Paige nodded slightly, stiff posture loosening a bit and taking a deep breath. “Could you actually come in for a bit? I don’t bite, I promise.”

Azzi paused, raising an eyebrow. What kinda trap is this? “Uh, why? Here’s just fine.” 

“Because…my AC’s on and I don’t wanna keep wasting energy. You know, cuz I care about the planet.”

“So step outside with me.” 

“Or- um- no, I was just kidding. It’s cuz- okay, promise me you’ll hear me out?” 

Azzi narrowed her eyes. What was Paige’s angle here? “Okay…”

“Our dinner will get cold.” Her smile was back on her face.

“...our?”

“Yes, our.” She was now grinning toothily at her, as understanding dawned on Azzi. 

“You had me stressing my ass off to make an extra serving of dinner in 30 fucking minutes cuz you wanted to have a dinner date with me?”

“Woah- not a date! Just a…conversation.” Paige shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Figured you owed me after swerving me twice, anyway.” 

“I have not been-” Azzi paused after catching Paige’s teasing look. “Okay, fine, maybe I have been avoiding you. But don’t you have a game soon?”

“It can wait.”

“It literally can’t?”

“Bro, I mean that we still have enough time. But aw, you worried about me not making the game or ‘sum?” Paige intertwined her fingers and brought both hands up to the side of her face, leaning into them with an endearing smile. 

Azzi grimaced. She also turned red. “Ew, no. Get outta here.” But she walked into Paige’s house nonetheless, not without shoulder-checking the blonde in the process, of course.

She could literally hear Paige smile harder behind her before she shut the door. And, well what do you know, her gummy smile certainly was plastered on her face when Azzi glanced back after setting their dinner down on the (very fancy) dining table. 

She felt the corners of her mouth twitch and quickly turned away so Paige couldn’t catch her little smile. She schooled her expression before drawing out a chair to sit down. 

Before she could so much as bend her knees, however, Paige lunged forward and shoved the chair back into its original position. 

“What the hell?”

“WAIT! Wait!” Paige drew the chair out herself before gesturing for Azzi to sit down, smiling again.

Azzi glanced between the chair and Paige’s stupid grin a solid 3 times before scoffing and sitting down. She almost got up and left at the little “Princess treatment, for you.” comment Paige made.

Paige followed suit, sitting in the chair adjacent to Azzi’s, but immediately realized that she had forgotten to set the table, rising and starting to make her way into her kitchen with a small “Oh, sorry-”

And if you heard Azzi snicker at this? No you didn’t. 

Paige returned with two plates and some silverware, handing Azzi hers before setting her own down. She gestured at the food, silently telling Azzi to ‘go ahead’, but Azzi didn’t take the bait.

“What do you want to talk about, Bueckers?” She crossed her legs beneath the table.

“What, we can’t just enjoy dinner?” 

“Not the two of us.”

“Why?”

“Nevermind why.” 

“Azzi.”

“...”

“Why do you hate me?” 

Azzi hesitated, her eyes darting between Paige’s. It had never occurred to her that she might have to answer this in front of her. “I don’t hate you-”

“You literally do.”

Azzi’s mouth snapped shut. 

“I really don’t.” She started fidgeting with the cutlery, turning the fork over in her hands.

Paige let out a sound of disbelief. “Azzi. Why are you lying? You’ve been avoiding me all day and you never texted me back- bro, Azzi, look at me!”

That got her attention.

Her eyes shot up. “Don’t tell me what to do, Bueckers!” 

And oh well, how did it always go from 0 to 100 so quick?

“Then at least be honest with me!”

“Oh, fuck you, you’re so fucking entitled!” Azzi huffed, folding her arms across her chest. “I’m amazed your neck’s able to support your head with an ego that massive.” 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Paige growled.

“Exactly what you think it means! That you’re a- you’re so- you’re just so-”

“I’m so what?!” Paige all but yelled, slamming her elbow on the dining table and aggressively leaning into her hand, doing her best to pretend the impact didn’t hurt.

Azzi raised an eyebrow at her, but her expression morphed into a glare as she thought back to their first interaction. “You literally bragged about your stupid team when we first met, Bueckers!” 

“What else am I supposed to call them?” Paige frowned, fighting off a blush at Kaitlyn having clocked her earlier. “Not all of us are blessed enough to just have a perfectly curated online personality that’s cut off from the real world, Azzi!” 

“What are you even talking about?” Azzi laughed, confusion clouding her features.

“Your stupid fucking profile! On Instagram! It doesn’t have any contact info! Not even a fucking email! My team wouldn’t even tell me how they managed to reach out to you!” Paige’s face was turning redder with every exclamation and…confession?

Azzi’s eyes widened, “You stalked me!? You’re so fucking weird!” And if Azzi herself had done another deep dive into Paige Bueckers last night, it was really nobody’s business but her own. What did it matter that she now knew that Paige Bueckers’ favorite color is purple, that she’s wanted a dog for years, and that she loved herself a good glizzy?

“Don’t act like you haven’t looked me up, Azzi.” Paige smirked, trying to gain back the upper hand. 

“Ugh! See? It’s that look on your fucking face - you’re so full of yourself! It’s always you, you, you!” Azzi scoffed, jabbing a finger into Paige’s chest with every ‘you’. She left it there for reasons that certainly had nothing to do with Paige Bueckers being extremely attractive and having noticeable muscles beneath her touch. 

Paige seemed to notice her attention being diverted, unfortunately, and it only fueled her teasing. “You like what you feel, Az?” 

“Don’t call me that!” Azzi slapped Paige’s boob that was closest to her before yanking her hand away as Paige laughed. 

“Hmm, you tryna turn me on, Fudd?”

“Shut up! Do you even remember what you said to me yesterday? About the ‘whole world knowing who you are’, Bueckers? Well, I think you’re full of shit! I didn’t know shit about you until I saw you for the first time! You’re so arrogant!” She lied through her now gritted teeth.

“Well…” Paige started, annoyingly calmly, leaning closer. “We both know that’s not true since your first words to me were, and I quote, “‘Paige fucking Bueckers’?”

“Hmm, pretty sure I said ‘what the fuck?’ before that-”

“Not the point.” Paige tilted her head mockingly.

Azzi felt her cheeks redden at her miscalculation, but her tone held no less fire. “Okay, fine, maybe I’d heard of you before, but I didn’t until I came to Dallas just a few weeks ago!”

“Bullshit.” Paige scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

“You went to college with Kaitlyn. You’ve known about me for years.” 

Azzi’s gaze darted around Paige’s features. First her eyes, then her sharp nose, down to her defined biceps, then back up to her really pretty eyes…

“I- no-” She spluttered, but Paige interrupted her.

“Kaitlyn’s offhandedly mentioned you a couple times, ma, and I know you went to her draft. You know, the one I was at too?” Paige was not about to reveal she had even combed through posts of Azzi's college days, trying to find any information about the girl.

Azzi scrambled to come up with a response, cheeks heating at the pet name, “And that’s just the fucking problem, Bueckers! You didn’t even get drafted that year! My best friend got drafted, and all you’re bringing up is the fact that you stole the spotlight by being at the draft! You just- you had to ruin her nigh-”

“Shut up!” Paige yelled, seemingly just as frustrated as Azzi now, slamming her fist down on the table and causing all of the dishes and silverware to clatter. “Oh, you don’t get to say that! You don’t actually know me. This is the first real conversation we’ve ever had. You don’t get to decide I’m a selfish egotistical maniac when I literally advocated for Kaitlyn to get drafted that night!” 

“Oh-” Azzi had forgotten the details of that night, in all honesty. It was a side effect of accompanying your best friend to her once in a lifetime draft - getting blackout drunk. “Well, maybe that was nice of you,” she admitted quietly, “But you’re still an asshole, Bueckers!” 

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Paige stood abruptly, her chair squeaking against the wooden floor. She turned the rest of her body towards Azzi and clenched her fists.

Azzi followed suit, uncrossing her arms. “You should see all the articles about you! There’s new ones, like, every fucking hour! It’s all Paige this, Paige that, and I’m so tired of it, Bueckers!” 

“So you hate me cuz I’m famous? Cuz you are too, pretty.” She took a step forward, leaving only inches between their faces as she snuck her hand onto Azzi’s hip.

“Ugh!” Azzi’s blush deepened at the realization that Paige’s smirk had reappeared (and it, maybe, had something to do with the hand that now rested on her hip, too). 

“You’re just so!” She pushed Paige’s chest with one hand. 

“So fucking!” Paige’s hand grabbed her wrist and held it at her chest, before beginning to lightly scratch up and down her forearm with her nails, sending goosebumps up Azzi's arm while they maintained their heated eye contact. 

“Entitled!” Azzi’s other hand flew onto Paige’s abs, pressing hard. “You’re such a brat!” 

Paige’s arm slid down from her hip, briefly squeezing her ass before rising to settle on her waist as she leaned further into her space. 

“And- And-” Azzi stuttered, suppressing a moan as her breathing quickened.

“And what?” Paige tucked a stray curl behind Azzi’s ear, their faces a millimeter apart now.

“And…you’re not even that hot!” 

Paige threw her head back and laughed, cruelly, as her hand found purchase on the other side of Azzi’s waist, pleased at the goosebumps she felt erupt beneath her fingertips. She looked straight into the doe eyes she had memorized via Ring camera footage, gripping her waist tight, “Really, princess? Lie better.” 

Azzi’s eyes widened, her gaze continuing to dart between the blonde’s gorgeous blue eyes, before finally, finally, sneaking its way down to her lips. 

Fuck, she was wet.

Azzi surged forward and connected their lips, both of them immediately fighting for dominance. 

Azzi had no patience left in her and shoved her tongue into Paige’s mouth, forcefully parting her lips. Paige’s snaked into her mouth in immediate retaliation, and Paige began alternating between stroking Azzi’s tongue with her own and biting her upper lip in a lazy rhythm.

Azzi’s hand slid back to the nape of Paige’s neck while her other hand remained on her abs, simply feeling her.

Azzi had to give it to Paige. She was toned as fuck. She doesn’t really know where she found the audacity (maybe from being in the proximity of Paige), but she rucked Paige’s shirt up and shoved her hand down Paige’s pants. She was pleased at the wetness she felt seeping through her boxers, smiling into the kiss.

Paige made a strangled sound against her mouth at this and walked Azzi back, shoving her up against the nearest wall, swallowing her grunt and making quick work of grabbing her wrists, yanking Azzi’s hands off of her and pinning them up above her head. 

Paige’s mind was reeling at the feeling of Azzi Fudd, the woman she had been crushing on for a solid three weeks (and maybe longer), making out with her. In her home. In her arms. She sighed into the kiss as she tightened her hold and rolled her hips into Azzi’s, earning a choked sound in response.  

She momentarily pulled away and ignored Azzi’s attempt of chasing her lips to just look. 

Azzi Fudd was truly a sight to behold. Even her disheveled figure cleared any woman Paige had ever been with before. Ever even seen, really. And here she was, looking up at Paige with so much naked desire. So much want. It made heat pool low in Paige’s stomach, as her gaze darkened. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, Azzi.”

She didn’t wait for a response, catching her bottom lip between her teeth before diving back in. Fueled by the small moan Azzi let out at this, Paige started moving her mouth over to the corner of Azzi’s mouth, planting gentle, open-mouth kisses. Then down to her neck, sucking hard and biting softly.  

“Spread your legs.” Paige commanded, warm breath tickling Azzi’s throat. 

“Don’t tell me what to- ow-” Azzi let out a small whimper as Paige bit down a little harder at her response, but it only made Paige huff out a laugh.

“You can take it, princess. I said spread your legs.” 

Azzi felt the heat pooling in her stomach drip lower and quite literally out of her sopping cunt at the command. She complied, widening her stance as Paige’s other hand found the curve of Azzi’s ass and began to knead it.

Azzi keened, back arching against the wall, arms attempting to free themselves, but Paige held them firmly in place. She halted her movements for a moment, bringing her mouth right up to Azzi’s ear. 

“Good girl.” she whispered, before abruptly shoving the firm trunk of her thigh between her legs and returning her attention to Azzi’s neck.

Fuck.

Azzi threw her head back against the wall at the action, squirming, as she felt herself get even wetter at Paige’s words. Her breath began coming out more raggedly.  

I have a praise kink…?

“Just fuck me.” Azzi murmured softly, turning her head to rest it against her bicep, giving Paige more space to work with.  

Paige hummed against her skin, “Who said we were gonna fuck?” The vibrations tickled her throat.

“Oh, fuck off-”

“I mean, I think you actually want me to fuck into you-”

Azzi cut her off by pouncing on her, wrestling her arms out of Paige’s grip and clashing their mouths together. 

Paige stumbled back in surprise, and Azzi used it as an opportunity to wrap her arms around Paige’s shoulders, gripping hard as she steered her into the living room. Paige didn’t seem to mind, hugging Azzi tight around her waist, pulling her further into her. 

If she wasn’t busy making out with Paige, she might’ve stopped to peer around the massive room. It was bougie beyond belief, the luxurious couch taking up most of the space, which locating was Azzi’s sole focus now (besides sucking face). They stumbled about for a moment before Azzi felt the back of her legs hit what she believed to be the couch. The thought was confirmed when Paige pushed her onto it, and she was nearly swallowed whole by the cushion as she leaned all the way back. Paige landed on top of her, pressing her torso into Azzi while bracketing her legs around one of Azzi’s thighs and continuing to kiss her feverishly, now cupping her face.

Azzi loved the feeling. It was like wearing a weighted blanket. A Paige-shaped one, who I hate- wait-

“Ungh!” Azzi’s moan interrupted her thoughts when Paige settled onto her thigh and shoved the trunk of her own between Azzi’s. The contact sent sparks through her body again, and she was sure Paige could feel her clit throbbing against her leg. 

She detached their lips to breathe, turning her head to the side as Paige grunted in frustration.

“You’re wearing too much shit. Take it off.” She demanded, sitting up slightly and wasting no time, hands moving down to the hem of Azzi's top.

Azzi surprisingly complied without complaint, but yanked the material out of Paige’s hands with a grunt, twisting her torso to the side to shrug it off herself. She turned back towards Paige, expecting to be just inches away from her face again, but was met with the sight of Paige sitting back on her heels, gawking at her, instead. Her mouth hung open, eyes glued to her chest.

Oh- I forgot I wore-

“You’re wearing purple lingerie?” Paige groaned, dragging her hands down her face as her eyes screwed shut. 

Azzi didn’t know what to make of this reaction, besides that her research had most definitely paid off. This, coupled with the pressure that Paige’s leg was still providing on her cunt, was doing her absolute wonders. 

It just wasn’t enough, though. For the both of them, apparently.

“Fuck, you’re so-” Paige felt the primal urge to just touch. She leaned over her and cupped Azzi’s breasts, before snaking her hands under the lacy material. “Can I take-”

“Yes. More.” She simply said, chest heaving, grabbing one of Paige’s wrists. 

Paige looked back up into her eyes, her gaze noticeably darker. 

“Oh yeah, princess?” She left her palms where they were, moving only her fingertips in small motions. 

“Feels so good- come on-” Azzi let out between ragged breaths.

Paige chuckled and reached around Azzi’s chest, leaning even closer as she did so. She unclasped the bra and started helping Azzi out of it, who (unsurprisingly) wanted none of that and tossed it off herself. 

Azzi suddenly felt shy at how exposed she was. It really had been a while since she had hooked up with anyone, let alone the girl she had kinda been obsessed with since…well- 

“Fuck.” Came Paige’s breathy voice. She was ogling her bare chest. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Az-”

Azzi flushed, instinctively bringing her arms up to cover herself. 

Paige tilted her head at this, and gently grabbed Azzi’s elbows, thumbs tracing gentle patterns into her skin. “Don’t do that, Azzi. You really are gorgeous. You’re body’s so- You’re so- Fuck-” She closed her eyes, sighing. 

“Okay, shut up. Come fuck me!” She grabbed Paige’s palms and pulled them back onto her breasts. 

Paige smirked, but didn’t give in that easily. “You’re so bossy, princess.”

“Are you gonna call me princess when you fuck me, too?”

“Again, I don’t know who said I was gonna fuck you-”

Azzi briefly lowered her thigh before driving it roughly into Paige’s center, cutting her off as her breath caught. Her cunt squelched obscenely, presumably as her soaked boxers were shoved against her. 

Azzi smiled sweetly. “Mm, I think your pussy says so.” 

“You little-”

Azzi tried pulling Paige into her, but Paige held her ground. 

Her eyes darted between Azzi’s. “You really need me?” 

Azzi nodded slowly, maintaining their heated eye contact. 

“Mm, well you still have too many clothes on for that, mama.” Paige purred, shrugging Azzi’s hands off of hers and dragging her hands over Azzi’s chest and stomach before looking back into Azzi’s eyes when her fingers reached denim, silently asking for permission. 

She nodded again (eagerly) but abruptly shoved Paige off of her to unbutton her jeans and push them off her legs herself.

“Bro- the fuck?” Paige spluttered as she fell onto the adjacent cushion.

“Don’t ‘bro’ me,” Azzi scoffed. “And don’t be such a baby.” She teased, throwing her jeans somewhere onto the floor and propping her legs back up. She froze, however, when she noticed Paige’s gaze sweep across her entire body, mouth wide open. 

She blushed, realizing her glistening cunt was now on display under the thin lining of her thong, slick smeared all over her inner thighs. 

Paige was utterly enthralled at the sight. She started caressing Azzi’s calf, gradually moving higher and higher until she reached her thigh. Her voice came out strained. “Azzi- you wore a matching set? Are you trying to kill me? You’re so-”

Azzi squirmed under her. “Oh- ugh! Can you just-”

Paige finally gave in, bringing herself back on top of Azzi again and cradling her head with both hands as she kissed her feverishly. Azzi’s pussy clenched as their lips reconnected, further dampening her thong.

She let herself enjoy the moment for a bit before pushing Paige’s head away. “You too.”

“What?” Paige’s lips were shining, pupils dilated, and eyes slightly unfocused. 

“Take your clothes off, too.”

“I-”

“Strip, Bueckers.” Azzi said.

Paige blushed, heat pooling low in her stomach again. She stared at Azzi for a moment before relenting, sitting up and tugging her shirt off before awkwardly shedding her sweats, too. 

Holy shit.

Azzi had never really thought about the whole masc/fem aspect of being a lesbian, but oh wow, seeing Paige Bueckers in just her black sports bra and light blue checkered boxers was really doing something to her. 

Paige crawled forward between Azzi’s legs, spreading her open wider before settling. She leaned down right in front of her face and placed her hands on the cushion behind her, on either side of Azzi’s head, while she shoved a thigh into her cunt again.

Azzi went cross-eyed at the proximity, shrinking back into the cushions. Her gaze darted between the blonde’s beautiful eyes, and her breath hitched. 

Azzi felt slightly embarrassed at how wet she was, slick seeping through and around her thong.

Paige smirked, preying on Azzi’s flustered look. She whispered, “Oh, Imma fuck you so good, princess.” 

Azzi didn’t have a response to this, so she simply tugged Paige into her again, teeth clashing when their mouths met. Just a minute in, Azzi realized the lack of attention her barely clothed center was receiving, as Paige had become distracted and dropped her leg, and scoffed into her mouth.

As if she were reading Azzi’s mind, Paige grinded her leg against her again, and one of Paige’s hands began making its way downward from her smooth shoulder. Her hand moved along Azzi’s body, briefly fidgeting with Azzi’s naval piercing. 

“Fuck-” Paige detached their lips. “I didn’t know you had a naval piercing, Azzi. So sexy.” Paige said as she caught her breath, moving down to litter Azzi’s neck with open-mouthed kisses. “You’re so fucking sexy.” She breathed, warm air blowing onto Azzi’s neck and warming the spit-covered marks she had left before. 

Azzi tightened her hold on Paige. “Stop talking and just fuck me, Bueckers-” 

And if there was one thing Paige was good at, it was listening (this is just not true). She moved her hand lower, over the band of Azzi’s thong, and slapped her pussy. She smirked into Azzi’s neck at the loud gasp it drew out of her and pushed the material aside with her fingers before making contact with her folds. She kissed along her collarbone, encouraged by the whine the action had pulled out of Azzi, before licking a line down to her chest. 

She gathered some of her slick on two fingers before bringing them up. She rubbed it harshly onto her clit, earning a guttural moan from Azzi, whose eyes had rolled back in ecstasy, her grip on Paige’s shoulders tightening, nails beginning to dig crescents into her skin. 

Paige continued her ministrations as she sucked marks into Azzi’s tits, who mouthed incoherent words into Paige’s hair before dragging her head back up to kiss her again. 

Paige pulled back, halting her fingers’ movements, too. “Eager, huh?” She leaned back in. 

Azzi murmured a weak, “Shut up,” against her lips before cupping both sides of Paige’s flushed face and pulling her even closer. “If you don’t shut up and fuck me,” she said, lips ghosting Paige’s, “I swear I will go grab an unripe lemon from your fuckass lemon tree and shove it so far up your ass-”

Azzi cut herself off with a moan as Paige plunged two fingers deep inside her cunt. 

She wrenched her head out of Azzi’s grip, the muscles in her neck flexing, and went back to work on Azzi’s neck, sucking gingerly. Azzi’s back arched off the couch in pleasure, and Paige slid her other hand to her lower stomach, applying light pressure while her fingertips traced her naval piercing.

“Fuck you talkin’ about?” She began pumping her fingers in and out of Azzi at a slow pace, curling her fingers in time with each stroke. “They’re perfectly fine!” 

“Stop lying. They’re still fucking green. It’s- ungh- And it’s literally May!” She rocked up onto Paige’s fingers in time with her thrusts, mouth hanging open. She hooked her chin around Paige’s shoulder and squeezed her eyes shut, hanging on for dear life as her pace quickened. Each stroke pulled small sounds out of her that only fueled Paige’s movements. 

“Are you gonna keep talking about my unripe lemons,” Paige’s breath ghosted Azzi’s neck as she changed the angle of her thrusts, earning a whimper. She was reeling at the feeling of Azzi’s nails dragging against her back, “Or will you let me fuck you, mama?” 

Azzi moaned at the pet name, head falling back and bouncing against the cushion. She grit her teeth, however, standing her ground. “Yes! Why do you even have fruit trees- ungh- if you don’t take care of them? Do you even fucking water them?” Her eyes rolled back when Paige finally found her g-spot, her nails clawing their way deeper into Paige’s back as she moaned again. 

Paige mewled at the feeling before responding, “No? The fuck? They’re- mmph- they’re fucking trees. You don’t need to water trees.” She thrusted even harder, agitatedly curling her fingers against her gummy walls, earning a few more broken moans that cut through her own grunts. 

“You’re so fucking stupid, Bueckers- No wonder you play basketball for a living.” Azzi gasped when Paige started thrusting at an ungodly pace, palm starting to smack Azzi’s clit with each stroke, sending sparks up her body.

“I’m not stupid.” Paige said firmly, somehow thrusting even faster. 

“Sure. Too fast-” 

“Didn’t you want me to shut up and fuck you? Why’re you still talking?” 

“Wait, it’s too fast- um- cuz you’re- mmph- you’re so-” Azzi whimpered, stuttering. 

“You already told me that, ma.” 

“Slow do-”

“Be a good girl, ma. I know you can take it.”

Paige felt Azzi’s pussy spasm around her fingers and took mental note of the reaction, smirking into her skin. Her fingers continued pounding into her. “In fact-” she added a third finger, stretching her. 

Azzi whined. “Too much- wait-”

“Come on, you were being so good. I know you can fucking take it.” Paige finally took one of her tits into her mouth, relishing in the feeling of Azzi's nails digging even deeper into her back at the action. 

They went silent for a moment, the squelch of her cunt around Paige’s fingers filling the room along with the smack of skin on skin and the wet sounds of Paige’s lips sucking on Azzi’s nipple. 

Azzi started squirming, pushing Paige’s head off her chest. 

“Shit- I’m close.” She breathed out as Paige curled her fingers again, just right. “I’m gonna come.” 

“Mm, you’re gripping me so good.”

Azzi clenched harder around Paige’s fingers.

“Relax.”

Paige didn’t know how she got lucky enough to have an utterly fucked-out Azzi Fudd under her, at her mercy. Her curls were now disheveled, and her face flushed, breaths coming out quick and heavy. She’s so pretty. 

Her irises looked even darker now, swallowed by her dilated pupils. Her lashes fluttered every time she briefly grimaced in time with each deep thrust. The sounds her cunt was making were just obscene. 

“You gonna come already, pretty?” Paige cooed. 

“Ungh- yes- I’m so close-”

And Paige knew she wasn’t lying. She could feel her walls clenching harder around her fingers, each thrust becoming more difficult. 

“Mm, you think you deserve to come already?” 

Azzi threaded her fingers through Paige’s hair, trying to pull her in again. “Oh, fuck you, just let me-”

“No.” Paige relented, fighting to keep her head in place.

Paige knew she would be a brat. Knew it when she had first spoken to her. Knew it would be the case in all of the dirty things she had imagined doing to her. Azzi squirmed under Paige’s gaze, whimpering.

She smirked, “Where are your manners, princess? Say please.” 

Azzi frowned, eyebrows knitting together. “Huh? I don’t beg.” 

Paige sighed dramatically and pulled her fingers out of Azzi entirely, who gasped at the sensation.

“Wait- fuck, okay-” 

Paige stayed close, fingertips beginning to rub light circles into her clit as her other hand rose to palm a breast. “Just say it, princess. Aren’t princesses supposed to be polite?”

“Ugh, you’re so full of yourself.”

Paige tilted her head, waiting. She drew her hand away from her center entirely, and that seemed to do it. 

“OKAY, okay, fine.” Azzi attempted to pull her hand back against her, but Paige didn’t give in. “Please.” She whispered. 

“Hmm, what was that?” Paige leaned into Azzi’s space, their noses brushing. “I couldn’t hear ya, baby.”

Azzi ignored the heat that pooled in her stomach at the pet name as she glared into her eyes. She let her gaze briefly wander, taking in the smooth plain of Paige’s built frame, her abs, her bicep vein-

But she couldn’t do it. She wasn’t going to do it. She grabbed the back of Paige’s head with both of her hands instead, and dragged her forward to reconnect their lips. 

Azzi threaded her fingers through Paige’s hair again, thumb brushing the soft skin just behind her ear, earning a shudder. She pulled some hair experimentally and swallowed Paige’s subsequent groan, smirking into her mouth. 

At this, Paige’s tongue darted into Azzi’s mouth with renewed fervor, pushing her further into the couch. She gave Azzi’s tit a single hard squeeze before disconnecting their lips, fighting the force of Azzi’s hands attempting to keep her there. 

“Don’t you wanna come?” She began playing with her clit again. 

“Yes, but- ungh-” 

Paige shoved two fingers into her again, smiling when Azzi’s mouth remained open.

“You gonna beg?” She quickened her pace, palm already smacking her clit. 

“No-”

Paige slowed her movements, drawing her fingers in and out of her at an agonizing pace. 

“I think you’re gonna beg…if you wanna come.” She smirked again, moving her gaze downward and beginning to caress Azzi’s stomach with her free hand before squeezing a tit, mouth latching onto the other. 

Azzi wrapped her legs around Paige’s torso, attempting to drag her body even closer, digging her heels into her back, huffing when it made no difference. 

It all felt euphoric; the dual sensation of Paige curling her fingers inside Azzi’s sopping cunt, and the harsh sucking and kneading she was doing on her breasts.

She had never really had life-changing sex with anyone before, but that was what came to the forefront of her mind when thinking about this whole…experience. It wasn’t as if she had never gotten laid, but all the guys she had slept with were certainly subpar, if anything, compared to this. 

Is it cuz they were all…guys? Is this really what it feels like to be with a woman? Why was I ever with men? Azzi was all for self-discovery and shit, but she had to take a moment to realize that Kaitlyn had actually clocked her shit earlier. Maybe I really am into-

“Azzi…will you be my good girl?” Paige's fingers curled against her g-spot again, eyes now peering down at Azzi’s heaving body.

Holy fucking shit.

And, oh, was Azzi having a moment of self-discovery. 

Azzi felt her resolve thinning by the minute, fingers lazily scratching Paige’s scalp at the nape of her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed before peering into Paige’s dark eyes. Fine. 

“Please, baby.” Azzi pouted. “Please fuck me. Please, I really need it.” 

“Oh, fucking hell.” Paige breathed out, throwing her head back. Her pace immediately quickened. 

Azzi gasped, trying to adjust to the sudden pounding. “I’m sososo close, baby. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Her grip tightened around Paige's neck. She could feel it building again in her stomach, the coil so close to snapping.   

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna stop, ma.” Paige added her third finger again, grunting, before she leaned down and captured Azzi’s lips, murmuring against them, “You’re so fucking tight-”

She started kneading her tit again, this time rolling her nipple between two fingers, and it was this that did it for Azzi, coupled with just how fast Paige was fucking her fingers in and out of her, and how she was curling them so perfectly.

“Fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming!” She tilted her head to the side, breaking their kiss and gasping in bliss, eyes remaining shut as her pussy spasmed around Paige’s fingers and her back arched off the couch. 

Paige felt her warm release coat her fingers, dripping onto her palm and enhancing the squelching sounds as she fucked her through it. She directed her attention to Azzi’s earlobe in the meantime, occasionally sinking her teeth into it before soothing it over with her tongue. 

She felt a slight twitch of Azzi’s body that she guessed was due to overstimulation, because Azzi squeezed her legs around her even tighter, whimpering. 

She slowly dragged her fingers out of Azzi’s cunt, sitting up. She gazed down at Azzi’s heaving body, whose hands dropped to her sides.

“You tired, baby?” Paige laughed at Azzi’s little nod. 

“...maybe.” 

“Mm, not too tired tho?” 

One of Azzi’s eyes opened at this. She turned her head to peer up at Paige. She squinted her eyes and nodded slowly, having a hunch of where this was going. 

“Cuz I haven’t gotten to taste you yet.” 

Azzi felt her pussy spasm at her words, a literal pool of slick dripping out of her. 

Paige glanced down with a smirk before looking back up. Without breaking eye contact, Paige brought her wet fingers to her mouth and began to suck them. It was an obscene sight, really, with the noises she was making as she moved them in and out of her mouth, and how she never broke eye contact with Azzi. She drew them out with a small pop and smirked again. 

“Hmm, well not for real, at least-” She was cut off as Azzi cupped a hand over her mouth. 

“Shut up and eat me out, Bueckers.” 

Paige raised an eyebrow at her before sticking her tongue out and licking Azzi’s palm, who drew her hand back in disgust. “Ew!” 

She used the moment to abruptly flip Azzi over, pressing on the dip between her shoulder bones to make her arch her back. 

“Bueckers.” Azzi warned, fighting against her grip.

Paige paid her no mind, simply dragging her nails down her back and beginning to palm her ass. She breathed out a laugh when Azzi moaned. 

“Holy shit, Az. Look at you, you’re so beautiful.” She said as she moved her hands lower and squeezed her thighs. 

When she brought them back up, her finger caught on the band of Azzi’s thong. She frowned.

“Why do you still have this shit on?” Paige muttered as she tugged her thong down a bit before deciding to just rip it off of her. 

“What the hell- that cost good money, Bueckers!” Azzi said agitatedly, planting her forearms underneath her torso and craning her neck to look back at her. 

Paige snickered at her annoyed expression, but simply tossed the ruined lingerie onto the floor. “I’ll buy you plenty more, baby, don’t worry.” 

Azzi caught the implication and found herself smiling. Paige wanted to see her again…holy shit this is my client. For a brief moment, Azzi came to her senses, eyes widening in fear. I’m literally getting fucked by my client. I’m definitely gonna lose my job- 

But she was reeled back into the moment when Paige put her mouth on her. 

She briefly sucked on her clit before licking a line from it to her hole, earning a guttural moan as Azzi’s eyes snapped shut.  

“Mm you taste so good, ma. Just how I imagined.” Her words vibrated through Azzi’s core as she returned her attention to her clit, deepening her pleasure, before biting down lightly.

“Fuckkk,” Azzi whined, barely registering Paige’s words of her having thought of this before. “Feels so good, baby. Ungh-” 

She plunged her tongue deep into Azzi’s gummy hole.  

Azzi writhed in pleasure, back arching further. She gripped the cushion underneath her with one hand, and brought the other under her. 

“Feels so good.” She panted, beginning to massage her own tit.

“Yeah, you like it?” Paige pulled back and replaced her tongue with a finger, pumping in and out of her rapidly.

Her other hand snaked around her body to her clit, rubbing quick circles. Azzi was dripping onto the sheets, slick messily coating her inner thighs. Paige’s eyes darkened at the sight of her dripping cunt, letting out a small moan herself.  

Azzi groaned, “Fuck! Yesyesyes.”

“Mm, you take me so good, baby.” Paige groaned, taking a moment to listen to the filthy sounds they were making. “You’re being such a good girl right now.” 

She watched as Azzi’s hole spasmed around her finger, more and more slick gathering around them with each thrust. 

Azzi moaned again. “Please- baby-”

Paige rewarded her with a second finger, starting to curl her fingers just right, doubling down on her efforts with both hands and leaning forward to litter her lower back with kisses. 

She continued fucking into her, and it didn’t take long before Azzi spoke up. “I’m close again-”

“Already? You gonna come for me already, princess?” Paige teased, drawing the hand that was splayed on her back and gripping her ass, then adding a third finger with her other hand, stretching her again. 

“Ungh- wait-” 

“You can take it, princess. Look at your pussy. She’s weeping for me.” 

Paige drew her fingers out of her abruptly before leaning over her and whispering, “Be a good girl and take it.”

She slapped her ass with her wet fingers and sat back on her heels to put her mouth back on her. 

“UNGH-”

Paige palmed both cheeks with her hands while eating Azzi out, her tongue rolling through her folds. Her eyes fluttered shut at the taste of Azzi, alternating between slow, strong strokes and kitten licks on her clit. She flattened her tongue over her clit and nuzzled her face into her, humming.

“So good-” Azzi breathed.

Paige used her hands to spread her open and began massaging her ass while she returned her mouth’s attention to her hole. She switched between it and her clit over and over again. 

“Holy shit, I’m gonna come-” 

She focused all of her attention into tongue-fucking her, plunging her tongue as deep as she could before swirling it around her walls and drawing it back with every stroke.

She could feel Azzi’s orgasm building on her tongue. Her walls were clenching hard around the intrusion, tighter and tighter. Each thrust was becoming even more difficult. 

“P-” Azzi whined, tilting her head to the side so her cheek rested against the cushion. She reached a hand behind her back, desperate to hold onto her. 

Paige felt her fingers graze the back of her hand and grabbed her forearm, grounding her. Her head remained buried between her legs, humming into her cunt, as she continued kneading the flesh of Azzi’s ass with her other hand and plunging her tongue in and out of her. She curled her tongue faster and faster, practically able to taste her orgasm coming. 

She momentarily drew her head back to spit on her asshole that was already covered in Azzi's slick from earlier, before sliding her thumb between her cheeks and reattaching her mouth to her cunt. She started rimming her asshole, increasing the speed of her movements after giving her a moment to adjust, eventually matching the pace of each stroke of her tongue. It earned a particularly long whine from Azzi, who gripped Paige’s arm even harder, nails digging into her skin. 

She nuzzled her face deeper into Azzi’s cunt, her chin brushing against her clit as she gradually pushed her thumb inside. 

Azzi came with a cry, the pressure that had been building deep inside of her snapping. Her pussy clenched around Paige’s tongue, who slowed her pace to stroke her through it. Her grip on Paige loosened, hand only being held there by Paige’s own grip now. She slumped deeper into the couch, breathing gradually slowing as she came down from her high, finally collapsing onto the couch and clamping her thighs shut. 

Paige smiled at the sight but chose to not tease her, considering just how spent the brunette seemed. She removed her thumb and lowered her body onto Azzi instead, planting slow kisses on her back. She paused at her shoulderblades, “You alright, mama?” Her hands slowly came up her sides. 

She hummed in affirmation, eyes remaining closed in bliss. Paige laughed into her skin, kissing up to her neck, and then her ear, and finally her cheek. She planted a soft kiss onto the corner of her mouth before starting to pull back, opening her mouth to speak, “Head so good, you-”

Azzi abruptly twisted her body and tackled Paige, pushing her back onto the couch, flipping them. 

“Hmph.” Azzi let out a breath, still spent, but smiled. “Head so good, I what?”

Dark orbs swallowed Paige’s irises, and her whole upper body was flushed. Her chest was heaving. A few droplets of sweat dripped down from Paige’s neck, pooling near the beads that were already on her collarbone. 

If Azzi hadn’t just come twice in a row, she might’ve had the energy to tease her about it. But honestly, all she could think of right now was to lick it. Her own eyes darkened as her gaze moved downward. 

She smiled sweetly at Paige who remained silent. “Aw, flustered now, baby?” Earning her a blush as she continued, “My turn.” 

She connected their lips while slowly dragging a hand up from her waist. She wasted no time in fully lowering herself onto Paige and kissing down her neck. The ends of her curls brushed against Paige’s décolletage, who shivered at the sensation. 

Azzi cupped her breast through her sports bra, fingertips lightly caressing the tops of her breasts as her breath tickled Paige’s neck. She moved back up, reconnecting their lips before breaking the kiss but staying close, whispering, “Can I take this off?”

Paige slowly nodded, lips ghosting Azzi’s at the movement, transfixed.

“Uh-uh. Use your words, baby.” Azzi rose up higher to meet Paige’s gaze. Her other hand began tracing patterns on the plane of her abs. 

Holy shit. Paige had never been topped before, usually sticking to being the one in control, as per the requests of her previous partners. But this side of Azzi? I could get used to this…

Azzi's hand on her stomach came up to tease Paige under her bra, gently caressing her ribs. 

Paige’s breath caught as she continued staring into Azzi’s eyes, gaze unwavering. Her hand snuck under the band entirely, and she began to lightly pinch a nipple. She grabbed the bottom of the bra with her other hand and searched Paige’s eyes in question.

“Yes.” She breathed.   

Azzi’s gaze returned to Paige’s chest as she started rucking the material up, freeing her tits, before tugging it off of her entirely. She was too busy admiring the girl’s gorgeous body to notice that Paige was complying without complaint. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Azzi's hands returned to the underside of her breasts, palms pressing against her ribcage.

When she was met with no response, she looked back up at Paige’s face, who wore a sheepish expression. 

“What?” Azzi whispered, bringing a hand up to cup Paige’s face and tenderly caress her cheek. She flushed under her touch. 

“I- um, I’ve never really been topped before,” Paige mumbled, looking away. 

Azzi’s first instinct was to tease her about it, but it was something about the way Paige was acting, the way she seemed genuinely embarrassed about it.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed. I’ve never even been with…” She paused, briefly coming to her senses and thinking to herself that she didn’t really want to feed Paige’s already-massive ego with the information that this was her first time with a girl, “...with someone like you.” 

She ignored Paige’s confused expression, bringing her hand up to cup the other side of her face and tilting her head towards her, instead, continuing, “But anyway, we don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable, baby.”

Paige flushed at the pet name. She couldn’t believe the effect Azzi was having on her; the way she was already putty in her hands. 

She looked into Azzi’s eyes again, and Azzi could’ve sworn that nobody had ever looked at her with such adoration before. 

“Can you-” 

But Paige didn’t get to finish her sentence. An alarm went off.

“Oh shit!” Paige tossed Azzi unceremoniously off of her, running off to the dining room where the sound seemingly came from. 

“Bueckers!” Azzi groaned as she landed on the floor with a thud, “Ow!”

Paige’s socked feet came to a halt halfway out the living room, sliding a bit due to her momentum. She turned back, “Shoot, sorry, Azzi-” Her head swiveled between Azzi and the dining room, but after another moment’s hesitation, she took a step towards Azzi. 

Azzi turned to hide her smile and called out before Paige got to her, “No, it’s okay, go.” 

But Paige made her way over anyway, helping her up to her feet and planting a kiss on the back of her hand before turning. “Okay, lemme go turn that off-” 

Azzi giggled to herself at Paige’s half-naked figure running off into the dining room. She felt all warm and tingly inside at the sweet gesture. She…actually cares about me…

Paige returned to the living room, phone now in hand. “It’s- I have to get to shootaround.” She said with an apologetic look, her free hand coming up to scratch the back of her neck. 

“Bro, I told you you’d be late for your game!” Azzi started heatedly, frowning. “You said you had time-”

Paige tossed her phone onto the couch and stepped into her space, hands finding Azzi’s waist, calming her. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not gonna be late. That’s just my reminder to start getting ready.” 

“Oh-” Whatever excuse Azzi was about to come up with was silenced as Paige leaned down to peck her lips. 

“You’ll still be at the game?” She asked with a hopeful expression.

Azzi relaxed into Paige’s embrace, tone softening, too. She wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck and she began to play with her baby hairs. “Yeah, courtside…wait, how did you know I was going?” 

“Hmm, I think Kaitlyn mentioned it a few weeks ago.”

Azzi smiled, “Kaitlyn told you weeks ago, and you still remember?” She leaned closer, their noses brushing. Her gaze lowered to Paige’s lips, who did the same.  

“Um- yeah I- I’m just attentive when it comes to you, I guess? I don’t know, I-”

“Mm,” Azzi interrupted her, looking back into Paige’s eyes, “Still flustered, baby?” She let out a snort when Paige’s breath hitched, before taking a step back and shoving Paige squarely in the chest. “Go get ready.” 

Paige sighed, stumbling back. She grabbed her phone from the couch to double-check the time. “I meannnn, we do have 10 minutes before I need to leave…”

“Nope.” Azzi collected her jeans from the clothes scattered around the floor. She ignored the horrible sensation of the material meeting her bare, ruined center, and tossed her tank back on, too, not bothering to put her bra back on as she was driving back to her house first, before the game. 

Paige waggled her eyebrows, “Come on, that’s still plenty of time to-”

“Eat something, yes. We didn’t even touch the dinner I brought, Bueckers. Shouldn’t you eat before the game?”

“Oh trust me, I ate good.” 

Azzi didn’t dignify this with a response, choosing to chuck Paige’s shirt at her laughing figure instead. 

“Get your ass ready for the game, Bueckers.” 

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

“So did you finally catch her when she dropped off dinner?” Kaitlyn dribbled the ball between her legs before shooting a three. 

Paige caught a pass from one of their performance coaches and shot her own three that clanged off the rim before responding, “Um, yeah I did.” 

Kaitlyn caught her strange tone and looked over. “What does that mean? What happened?” 

Paige refused to meet her gaze, choosing to catch and shoot another three instead. She missed again.

“Paige.” Kaitlyn chucked the ball she had been holding at her stomach, making Paige double over. 

“Bro, we have a game in an hour and a half- why’re you tryna kill me?” 

Kaitlyn looked unamused, now holding another ball between her arm and her hip.

Paige sighed, watching the next three she chucked up bounce off the front iron. “We kinda talked, but like, not really…”

“And again, I’m asking your stupid ass, what the hell does that mean?” Kaitlyn laughed, catching her miss and passing it back to her. “What, did you fuck?” 

Paige took another three, right as she said this, airballing. “No- we-”

“Oh my god did you really get laid right before the game?” Kaitlyn tossed her the ball she had been holding. 

“No! We just had a…really short conversation, that’s all.”

Kaitlyn raised an eyebrow at her, whispering as their coaches walked behind them, “Did you really not fuck?” 

“Kaitlyn!” Paige looked around, horrified that they might've heard.

“It’s a yes or no question, Bueckers.” She moved forward to the free-throw line, looking back once before beginning to shoot. 

Paige felt conflicted. She didn’t want to outright lie to Kaitlyn and say she didn’t fuck hot mystery chef girl, because she literally did fuck hot mystery chef girl. Twice. But what was the alternative? ‘Hey, I did fuck her, and she also happens to be your best friend! Haha!’ No. That wouldn’t work. She’d have to bend the truth…kinda. 

“Nah we didn’t really do anything, but I think she might be into me…I dunno though.” She airmailed her three-point attempt, likely due to the lie she just uttered. She took a few steps to her left, moving to the next spot.

“Mm, really? She doesn't hate you anymore?” 

“Yo, P!” Their head coach called out from the other side of the court. “The fuck are you doing? Keep shooting threes. You gotta make 5 per spot, remember?” 

Kaitlyn snickered as Paige grunted out a “Oh yeah, sorry,” and returned to her previous spot. 

She turned back to face Paige, “Why’re you playing so ass right now? You better not be this bad tonight. Azzi’s coming to watch, bruh.” 

Paige felt her face heat up at the mention of Azzi, turning away to catch another pass before missing again. “Oh yeah, um, I forgot she was coming.” 

Kaitlyn made another free throw before wiping her hands on her practice jersey. “It’s her first time watching me in person, you actually can’t be playing this bad, P.” She sank another one. “Also she…kinda hates you, by the way.” She glanced back at Paige as she said it.

Paige sighed before catching a pass and finally sinking a three. “I won’t. Don’t worry. And...I know.” 

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

Well, Paige did play ass in the first half, scoring only 4 points but having a slightly redeeming 6 assists (coupled with an unfortunate 3 turnovers). She was frustrated beyond belief, mostly because of the turnovers and missed shots, but also because she was making a fool out of herself in front of Azzi. Who Paige had remembered had courtside tickets when she had waltzed onto the court during the end of shootaround, sitting near the bench in a cropped beige and white striped long sleeve polo and a pair of matching beige slacks. And an enormous fucking fur coat. She looked amazing, with her hair pushed back in two braids and some shades on. She had even put on false lashes that perfectly accented her glam. It all looked so good on her…and Paige was playing assketball right in front of her face. 

What the fuck am I doing?

“P, less turnovers this half, k?” Their coach called out, the team huddled around him in the locker room. “I know you know that, but let’s stick to some safer passes.”

They were down by 14 to the Dream. Rhyne Howard and Allisha Gray were shooting lights-out, responsible for 34 of their team’s 45 first-half points. It was their rebounding that was killing the Wings (along with Paige’s poor shooting night), with Angel Reese out-rebounding Jess, Lan, and Li herself, 9-4. 

“We need to rebound better.” Their coach started, “They’re getting second-chance points that we aren’t. We can’t keep it to one-and-done if we’re not shooting well, got it? Keep crashing those boards.” 

He looked over at Paige again. “You. Paige, we needa get you going.” Paige opened her mouth to protest, “No, I don’t wanna hear it. I know you’re shooting 2 of 9 right now, but I need you to keep shooting. You’re one of the most efficient shooters in the entire league, you’re gonna make them eventually. Just keep shooting, P.” 

He turned to Kaitlyn, “Chen, we’re putting you on point. You'll be PG1 in the third, and the fourth if it works. Your job is to keep finding P, okay?”

Kaitlyn nodded, gripping her towel tighter in her hands. 

“Jess, Lan, I need you two to set better screens for her. I’m seeing Paige set screens for you two, but not the other way around, and that is fucking unacceptable. She’s a guard.” 

They both nodded. 

“And I cannot fucking emphasize how much we need everyone to play good defense. Paige and Kaitlyn can’t keep carrying the whole team on their backs. Keep your feet moving and bring your arms out when you can, k? Get in those passing lanes, double when necessary, and call out the switches and screens.”

“Second chance points.” He continued, “Make them pay in transition. Start playing defense. Fight for those rebounds. And Keep. Finding. P.” He emphasized each word, jabbing a finger at Paige. 

“Everyone got it?” He looked around the room, pleased at the nods he received. “Alright, let’s make it a fucking nightmare out there for the Dream, k? We can win this game; we’re not down by a lot. Remember what we need to improve for the second half. Everyone ready? Wings on three, 1, 2, 3-”

“WINGS!” 

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

And improve, they did. Paige shot a lights-out 16-24 from the field, ending with 6-8 from deep, amounting to 38 points. She didn’t miss a single time in either quarter. She ended up stuffing the whole stat sheet, too, with 8 rebounds, 13 assists, 3 steals, and 2 blocks. She didn’t commit a single turnover in the second half, either. Her monster performance in the second half fueled the Wings’ momentum in the third, starting the fourth down by only 2. 

She scored a whopping 18 points in the fourth, leading the Wings to a 97-78 victory against the reigning WNBA champs.

She went through her postgame routine in a state of bliss, barely even registering what she was saying to the sideline reporter while lighting up the Wings’ little tower at halfcourt, and celebrating with the fans before jogging off to the locker room. She might have even been in such great spirits that she had discreetly blown a kiss at the courtside Azzi Fudd (who had briefly paused signing autographs) when running by her.

Postgame media was a blur, Paige morphing each question about her individual performance into how the team had allowed her to do so, taking the time to highlight her teammates’ statlines as well…

“Kaitlyn had a career-high 12 assists. Now, I know she only got so many cuz she kept passing to me,” She dodged Kaitlyn’s elbow, “But she really is a great floor general. I’m really glad we have her on the Wings.” 

…But she was glad to be done with it all, relaxing into the stream of hot water in the shower. 

She took her time drying herself before walking back into the locker room and pulling out the outfit she had packed to go out in, so she didn’t have to drive back home first. 

She paid no attention to all of the other items that fell out of her bag as she did so, firmly believing that the locker room wasn’t so dirty because of her, alone, thinking to herself that she’d pick up after she changed. 

She returned with the towel around her neck, smiling to herself, barely registering Kaitlyn sitting at her locker. She couldn’t believe she was able to turn her terrible performance around, ending with 38 points in their season-opener. 

She packed her bag rather messily and threw her towel and jersey into the laundry bin. 

I did that in front of Azzi, too. 

She stretched in front of her locker, groaning, before picking up her phone. There were a bunch of messages from friends, family, the old UConn group chat, all the usual stuff, and…

Chef Azzi Fudd 👩‍🍳🥘 (don’t text, bueckers.): 5 messages

Oh my god, she finally texted me! She smiled harder, opening the thread, all giddy.

Chef Azzi Fudd 👩‍🍳🥘 (don’t text, bueckers.):

10:40

Hmm, you did pretty well out there, Bueckers

Not in the first half tho…that was pretty embarrassing 🤭

Might’ve had a 40-piece if you locked in earlier

I’m jk. See you tonight? At the bar?

10:44

I’m charging you for the extra concealer I had to use on my neck, btw.

She smiled even harder, pleased that Azzi was now joking around with her, but of course, Kaitlyn just had to notice. 

“Ooooh, who gotchu smiling like that?” Kaitlyn whipped her leg with her own wet towel, cackling. 

“Ow-” She swatted at Kaitlyn, “Relaxxx.” She became aware of who was teasing her, however, and quickly locked her phone and chucked it into her locker with a loud clatter, blushing. Smooth, Paige.

Kaitlyn furrowed her brows but chose not to question it, returning her attention to her phone. “We still on for tonight?” 

“Hell yeah,” Paige said, picking her bag up (and the phone she had thrown into her locker). “Whole team’s still coming?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kaitlyn said. “And Azzi, too.” 

“Oh, right…” Paige was still looking away as she started walking towards the entrance, completely missing Kaitlyn glancing up at her. She called out, “See ya there, Chen!” as she left. 

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

Azzi started backing out of College Park Arena’s parking lot, blasting some R&B in her car. 

She started singing along for a bit, but quickly became occupied with her thoughts again, going silent to think. 

Was it weird that I texted her? She played so well tonight…it was kinda hot how she took over- But wait, that’s still my client- 

She knew that what they did was deeply unprofessional, and that it would permanently change their relationship. There was absolutely no coming back from getting fucked by your client. Twice. They were definitely going to keep going, too, if Paige hadn’t had a game tonight. 

Does she even like me? Okay, who was she kidding - Paige was clearly head over heels for her. It only left the question of whether she wanted to be anything...or not.

Does she want to pretend like nothing happened? I mean, she did blow a kiss at me...maybe that was for somebody else, though? No, there's no way-

Azzi wasn’t sure what Paige wanted, but she had basically made up her mind during the game about how she felt, having gone over their interactions in her head. She had never felt this way about someone before. It wasn’t just the clashing hatred and annoyance with the admiration and want. They were feelings much deeper than anything she had felt before, which she did think was a little silly considering they hadn’t even had a real conversation yet.

Do I actually like her? She’s so fucking irritating, though. With her massive ego, selfish tendencies- wait, that’s not even true. She said she advocated for Kaitlyn at her draft- um-

She came to a stop at a red light, briefly covering her face with her hands. 

But she was an asshole at the draft.

Azzi had never gotten over what was technically their first interaction, in all honesty.

Yeah, she’s mean, irritating, egotistical, kinda funny, really pretty, buff as hell- fuck. 

Azzi opened her eyes only to find the light still red. She lightly banged her head against the top of the steering wheel. 

I like her. 

And that meant Azzi knew what she wanted. Her one fwb experience was batshit crazy, likely due to her going on a batshit-crazy-rampage after hearing that her ex-boyfriend was gay now, two months after their breakup, and she wasn't mentally prepared to go through that again. No, she wanted an actual relationship with...

Her car abruptly paused the music that had been playing, and a robotic voice called out, “New messages from 'Paige Bueckers, Hot Basketball Player’.” 

Azzi cleared her throat, rethinking the whole choice of a new contact name, but hearing it only reinforced her thoughts of truly having feelings for Paige. She held her breath and listened.

“Only pretty well? I scored 38 points, bro.”

She said bro, not baby or something- She probably doesn’t wanna date- It was probably just another hookup for her-

“Aight, ignore the first half stats, I made up for it in the second, didn’t I?”

Cocky, but that’s a given with her-

“Yesss, I’ll be at the bar tonight.”

Um, nothing much there-

“I’ll see you there, pretty.” 

Oh- She blushed. 

And there was the whole ‘never been with women’ thing, too. Actually, scratch that. A whole ‘never even liked a woman like that’ thing. Azzi had never felt this strong of emotions for a man before, even during her 3-year relationship with a guy in college, the one Kaitlyn had relentlessly teased her about for being a lavender relationship after he came out as gay, but she wondered if it held some merit on her end, too. She did always notice how pretty girls were, and, it wasn’t always in the most PG way…and she definitely admired them in a completely different way than any man-

Oh my god. Have I always liked girls?

She thought back to her experience with Paige earlier today, when she had wondered if her intimate moments with guys had been subpar because they were…well, guys. 

She made a mental note to talk to Kaitlyn about the whole thing if she ever mustered up the courage.

But Azzi was certain of one thing. She had feelings for Paige fucking Bueckers.

They needed to talk tonight. She couldn’t keep delivering Paige 3 meals a day with weird tension hanging over them, or something. 

She sighed as the music came back on. Just talk to her. You can do that, Fudd.

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

But it seemed Ms. Fudd could not just do that. Paige seemed to be avoiding her like the plague. It was making Azzi quite angry, actually. 

She knew that, logically, it had to be because of her hanging around Kaitlyn the whole time, but she didn’t even say hi! 

“I told you I’d keep you two away from each other, bruh. Why do you keep looking at her?” Kaitlyn said, bringing Azzi back into reality. 

Azzi whipped her head back around. Kaitlyn was narrowing her eyes at her. “I wasn’t- it's not Paige, I was looking at something else.” She lied, continuing to sip her drink through the tiny straw. She was only a little buzzed, definitely not enough to justify shamelessly staring at Paige in public, but- she was just a girl.

“Mm.” Kaitlyn hummed. “Watcha looking at?”

Azzi glanced back over at Paige, who was now talking animatedly to Alanna over at the bar. She noticed a rather ugly guy on the other side of her, and landed on that as her excuse. “Um, it’s the guy next to her…he’s kinda cute.” She lied again. 

“Oooh, is that who fucked you?” 

Azzi nearly spit her drink out at this, eyes widening at Kaitlyn as she put her glass down on the table. “No! I don’t even know him! The hell do you even mean!?”

Kaitlyn lowered her voice conspiratorially, still glancing over at the ‘guy that Azzi found cute’, “Your concealer’s like 4 shades too light, by the way.” She turned towards her again, pointing at her neck.

Azzi clapped a hand to her neck, flushing. She caught Paige smirking into her drink in her periphery as she seemed to catch the action, “What!?” She whispered harshly, “Are you serious?” 

“Yes, it looks awful.”

“Kaitlyn!”

“What? I’m not gonna lie to you!”

“I finally got to tan after spending years in New Jersey, only for my best friend to shit on me?”

She laughed, “Yes, bro, but hey, why didn’t you tell me about it? Who’d you hook up with?”

“Um-” Azzi wracked her brain for an excuse.

“Ooh, did Azzi Fudd hook up with a girl?” She sing-songed. “You know, since you’re not gay.” She added, very helpfully.

Azzi didn’t dare to look over at Paige, whose attention she hoped remained on Lan.

“Keep your voice down-” 

“Oh my fucking god. Did you actually sleep with a woman!?”

“Kaitlyn!” She grabbed Kaitlyn by the shoulders and maneuvered her away from their booth (and further away from the bar), whisper-shouting, “Stop it! I-”

Kaitlyn frowned at her, struggling against her grip. “Alright, you hate when I tease you about being gay, bro, but never this much. What happened?”

“I- okay, I might have-”

Kaitlyn nodded once, telling Azzi to get on with it. 

“I…might actually be gay.”

“I knew it!” Kaitlyn shoved her chest, sending Azzi stumbling back. “I knew since earlier today, but I honestly thought you were in denial about it in college, too.”

“You- what? College? Earlier today?”

But Kaitlyn didn’t get a chance to respond, as right at that moment, some random guy bumped into Azzi and spilled his drink all over her. “What the hell!?” She shouted over the music.

“Oh, sorry.” He glanced over at her, blatantly checking her out before making his way back to his group, unbothered. 

Kaitlyn snorted. “Damn, that’s actually pretty bad.”

Azzi looked down at the damage, fearing for the worst, and sure enough, her light-colored top was soaking wet. And stained bright red. “Oh, shut up.” She grumbled.

“Why didn’t you say anything to him?” 

“What? You know I’m not confrontational-”

“Nah, cuz you said you’d been staring at him cuz you think he's cute.” 

Azzi stared dumbfoundedly at Kaitlyn before looking back at the not-random guy, blinking a few times, “OH! Right, right.” She looked back at Kaitlyn, who was now grinning, “Um…yeah, actually, I dunno if he’s my type. Anyway, I’m gonna go try and save my top-” She began making her way to the restroom, adamantly not looking back at Kaitlyn, who had shot her a look of ‘I know you’re spewing absolute bs right now’. 

“You’re telling me all about this girl you hooked up with when you get back!” Kaitlyn called after her, giggling as she returned to their booth. 

Azzi rolled her eyes as she stepped into the restroom, closing the door behind her and muffling the music, grateful that this bar had individual restrooms. She let out a sigh when she saw the true extent of the damage in the mirror, grabbing some paper towels and dabbing at it pretty uselessly. “Fucking men-” She grumbled when a knock sounded on the door. “One minute, I’m almost done!” She called out.

The door creaked open, however. 

“Yo! I could’ve been peeing or something- Oh, what?” 

Paige took a step inside and closed the door behind her, locking it. “I yelled at that asshole, don’t worry. He promised he wouldn’t come near you for the rest of the night.” 

Azzi just stared at Paige, pausing her movements. “You- oh, thank you. Um, hi.” She said rather breathlessly before turning back towards the mirror, avoiding Paige’s gaze. She didn’t know if she was happy to see her, honestly, but Paige had locked them inside, so she didn’t really have much of a choice but to interact with her.

She went through paper towel after paper towel, chucking each light-red-stained one into the trash after a few moments of trying to rid her top of the drink, trying hard to ignore Paige.

“So,” Paige started, taking a step closer. Azzi glanced up to see Paige staring at her through the mirror. “Are the deliveries gonna be awkward now, or?” 

Azzi froze. Oh, we’re diving right into it.

“Oh, you’re talking to me now, huh?” Azzi huffed, continuing her attempt at cleaning her polo. 

“What?” 

“You’ve been avoiding me the whole night!” Azzi said, annoyed, dabbing at her top a little more aggressively than strictly necessary. “You didn’t even come say hi to me.” She added quietly. 

“Azzi, you were with Kaitlyn the whole time! What if she found out that we- you know-”

“So I really am just your chef, huh? The chef you fucked?” Azzi said with no hesitation. “If she found out that you fucked your chef, that would ruin her image of you, huh?”

“No, Azzi-”

“It’s fine, Paige. I don’t know why I was thinking we’d…” Her voice trailed off, going silent while continuing her feeble attempt at drying her top. 

“We’d what, Az?” Paige was hardly a foot behind her now, still staring at her through the mirror. 

“It’s stupid-”

“It’s not, cuz then it’d be easier to tell me. We’d what?”

Azzi scoffed and turned around. She looked into the blonde’s deep blue eyes, “It is stupid. I thought you...actually cared about me and you’d wanna…I dunno…date or something.” 

“Do you wanna date me?” Paige asked softly with an unreadable expression on her face. 

Ugh, she’s so damn pretty- Azzi almost took a step forward before deciding against it, coming to her senses. She turned back towards the mirror, grabbing a few more paper towels, “I work for you. It doesn’t matter if I want to.” She grumbled.

“Hmm,” Paige took another step closer, chin hooking over her shoulder and arms moving to grip the counter around her as Azzi stilled again. “I’m pretty sure there isn’t anything in your contract barring us from dating…”

“You read your contracts? You’re not as stupid as I thought, Bueckers.” She threw the last of the paper towels away, placing her own hands on the countertop before finally looking up at Paige, who wasn’t smiling. “Wait, are you serious…?”

“Okay, first of all, ouch. I mean, I don’t read them, but I listen to my manager’s summaries...I’d definitely remember if it said anything about not being allowed to date you, though. I kinda had to beg her to gimme your number. I think she only gave in cuz I kept calling her about you, but she definitely knew I was tryna hit on you- or, I mean-” Paige rambled.

Azzi turned again, abruptly, hands coming up to grab both of Paige’s biceps. 

“You were that obsessed with me?”

“No, I- well, maybe-” Paige stammered. 

Azzi laughed, dropping her head into Paige’s chest. “Well, if we can, would you want to date me?” Her voice was muffled by Paige's tank. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it-” She smiled down at her, arms coming to wrap around her lower back.

“Oh, you’re so down bad.” Azzi giggled, welcoming her touch. Her breath tickled Paige’s collarbone.

“Stop,” Paige grumbled into her hair with little conviction. 

She drew back to look into Paige’s eyes. “I’m just teasing you. I love that you’re so into me…it’s actually pretty cute. I mean, you actually are into me, right?” She narrowed her eyes, searching Paige’s face for any sign of uncertainty. 

“I dunno about being so into you,” She teased.

Azzi let out a brief sigh of relief that this whole thing wasn’t one-sided before responding, “Right, Ms. Bothered-your-manager-until-you-got-my-number.” 

“Oh, shut up. Where’d your switch-up come from, anyway? I was truly convinced you hated me. I ranted to Kaitlyn about it all the time-”

“Wait, what? Kaitlyn knows I’m your chef!?” Azzi felt her heart rate pick up. 

“No, no, she just knew I was down bad for my chef, not that it was you.” 

“Oh, okay, good. Down badddd.” Azzi cocked her head to the side, giggling again. 

Paige shook her head at her antics, fighting off a grin. “Seriously, though, what was up with that whole ‘I hate Paige Bueckers’ act?” 

Azzi sighed and disentangled herself from Paige, taking a step back to sit up on the counter. She rested her weight on her palms behind her, dangling her legs and peering down at Paige's feet. Paige caught the hint and stepped forward, planting herself between Azzi’s legs, hands coming up to rest on her thighs. She met Azzi’s gaze.

“Do you remember Kaitlyn’s draft?” 

“The one you told me I stole her spotlight at? Yes.” Paige said with a trace of annoyance. 

Azzi put a hand over one of Paige’s, “I’m sorry I said that earlier. I really didn’t mean it. I might’ve been…kinda jealous.” 

“It’s okay, I could tell.” Paige smiled, “But you, Ms. A-list celebrity who literally catered for the draft that night, were jealous of me?” Paige’s eyebrows rose in disbelief. 

“You- you knew I was there?” 

“Bro! You didn’t think I knew that the world-renowned, beautiful Chef Azzi Fudd was there?” Paige ended her question with a smirk. “Oh my god, Chefzzi-”

“Shut up,” Azzi smacked her hand, ignoring the butterflies she felt in her stomach at the little compliment. "Wait, you told me yesterday that you didn't know who I was-"

"Not the point. Continue, princess."

“Ugh- well, at the draft, you were talking to someone named Nika, or something, about how ‘these events’ always had such ‘mediocre food selection’.” 

She grabbed Paige’s hand when she brought one up to protest, gently entangling their fingers and silencing her with a look before continuing, “You also said, and I quote, ‘Aren’t these hors d’oeuvres so stupid, Nika? Like who unironically likes this shit?’”

“Azzi-” Paige brought her free hand to her own face, smacking her cheek. “Azzi, baby, I promise that wasn’t a dig at you. I was in New York for a bunch of Coach events that week, and barely even had time to attend the draft. I was so tired of all the fancy food, and well, you know, I like to keep it pretty basic-”

“Oh-" Suddenly her whole grudge felt a little silly, "Well, I do know that part, you fucking toddler.” She added, smiling, her head feeling light at how casually Paige had called her baby in public.

“Alright, but it seriously wasn’t anything against your cooking. I need you to know that, k? I have mad respect for your skills, you’re seriously so good at your craft.” (The praise definitely didn’t make Azzi wet. Definitely.) “I also…might have decided to attend the draft itself instead of Kaitlyn’s afterparty because I…heard you were catering…” Her voice trailed away. 

“Awww, like I said, down bad.” Azzi scrunched her face and laughed when Paige dropped her head with an embarrassed look. “Thanks for saying that, though. You’re…a lot sweeter than I thought you’d be.” 

“Oh, gee, thanks.” 

Azzi ignored her, “I kinda…hated you since that moment. I actually despised that Kaitlyn had gotten so close with you, y'know, in your guys' UConn days? I honestly couldn't believe she had befriended such an asshole- No, I’m kidding, Bueckers. Kinda.” She shook her head when Paige opened her mouth in mock-surprise. 

“Hmm, did you despise our friendship, or were you just jealous?” 

Azzi pouted and grabbed Paige’s hand from her face, lacing their fingers together and putting both sets of interlocked hands on Paige’s shoulders. She shoved her lightly, “I was not jealous.” 

“Mhm. Whatever you say, princess,” Paige smiled dopily at her. “Okay, serious question, though.” She gently dropped Azzi’s hands onto her thighs and crossed her arms across her chest, “When were you, like, actually into me? Cuz after our first interaction, I kinda lost all hope of having a chance with you. Well, I guess you wore literal lingerie to deliver my dinner, but-”

“I wore it for all three deliveries today, actually.” 

“Oh, did you now, baby? You wore it for me?” Paige uncrossed her arms, hands finding Azzi’s waist as she immediately dropped her ‘tough guy’ act and stepped even closer.   

Azzi blushed at just how easy Paige was, but backpedaled. “Or, no- I mean- um-” She caught Paige's unimpressed look and stopped. “Okay, fine. Maybe it was for you.”

“Wait, it was for me as in, you wore lingerie for me? Or, like- was it a coincidence that it was purple? Cuz that’s my favorite color, and lemme tell you, babe, that shit was doing it for me- Oh, and your bra's in my car, by the way-” 

“Ummm.” 

Paige raised her eyebrows at her.

Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck, leaning in and turning her head away, unable to look Paige in the eyes as she spoke, “I might’ve…looked you up.” She admitted, resting her head on Paige’s shoulder, adding, “...a few times.” 

Azzi felt Paige’s shoulders shake as she laughed, causing her head to drop back into her chest. 

“It’s not funny.” She murmured against Paige’s collarbone, hugging her tighter. 

“Right, it’s not funny, baby.” Paige’s arms tightened around her waist, too, enveloping the brunette in her embrace.

Azzi pulled her head back, looking into her eyes. She had a pout on her face, bottom lip jutting out. “Stop making fun of me. You literally told me you were tryna hit on me via my business Instagram, P.”

“I mean, yeah, but I wasn’t wearing a whole matching set of lingerie or anything to your place- Oh, and by the way, Azzi, that workout set you wore this morning? Chef’s kiss, bro.” 

“Shut up,” Azzi laughed, scrunching her face again. “But about when I started liking you? Hmm, honestly? I think it started last year at the draft...but I didn’t really know I actually liked women until today. Kaitlyn teases me all the time about ‘being gay’, but I had never seriously imagined, like, being with a woman-” 

“You what!?” Paige exclaimed, searching Azzi’s face for any hint of it being a joke. “You’ve never been with women before?” 

Azzi looked away, suddenly finding the paper towel dispenser very interesting. “...maybe…”

Paige started rubbing soothing circles into her lower back under the hem of Azzi’s top with both of her thumbs. “Az, I’m the first girl you slept with?” 

Azzi looked into her gorgeous, gorgeous eyes. Really, how haven’t I been with women before? “First girl I’ve done anything with, actually, yeah. I mean, I did put lingerie on before driving to your house this morning…which I put on at the asscrack of dawn for you, by the way.” 

Paige surged forward and kissed her hard before drawing back with a smile. “Oh, you’re in for a great time. You’re gonna love being gay, Fudd.” 

“I think I’m gonna love being with you, Bueckers.” 

Paige blinked, surprised at how direct she was being. “Do you…do you actually want to be with me? Like, for real?” 

“Yeah, I think I’d like that. I…really like you, P.” She finally admitted, smiling hard, before adding, “I mean, it’d be a lil cruel leaving you this down bad for me, so…” 

Paige ignored the last part, focusing instead on the nickname. “I like it when you call me P.” She whispered before leaning in to plant a tender kiss on the tip of Azzi’s nose. 

Azzi blushed again, her teeth beginning to show from under her lips because of just how hard she was smiling. She couldn’t believe how wanted she felt right now, just moments after having their first real conversation (the one from earlier didn’t count, of course). She felt safe in the blonde’s arms. Valued, in the way Paige spoke about her. And happy, the way their intense back-and-forths were now just playful banter…

“I knew it, though. You did hate me.” Paige jabbed a finger at her.

Azzi rolled her eyes, expression hardening. “Do.” 

Paige’s face fell for a moment as she searched Azzi’s poker face. 

Azzi couldn’t stand to see her wounded expression, though, and laughed. “I’m kidding. I don’t hate you, Paige.” She said, pecking her lips. 

And if Paige started grinning goofily at Azzi finally calling her by her first name? So what. And if they made out for a solid 6 minutes after the fact, and were maybe going to impromptu-fuck when Paige’s hands snuck down to Azzi’s ass, and she started moaning into their kiss, breathily admitting she’d been turned on the whole time? It was really nobody’s business. And if someone banged on the door to the bathroom, causing them to jump apart and frantically attempt to wipe Azzi’s dark lip combo off of Paige’s face before exiting the bathroom, disheveled selves and all, pretending nothing had happened? Definitely nobody’s business.

Paige teased her the whole way back, laughing, as Azzi rubbed the part of her white tank that had absorbed some of the stain from Azzi's top. “I might like ‘Bueckers’ better, Az. Or when you were telling me I wasn’t taking care of my lemons earlier before we- ow!” Azzi slapped her arm, drawing her hands back and crossing them. “Maybe you can call me farmer P or something- OW! This is domestic violence now, by the way, cuz we’re together.”

“Oh, now that we’re together, huh?”

“Yes, baby. Now that we’re together.” Paige smiled at her, eyes crinkling. 

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Kaitlyn narrowed her eyes at the scene in front of her. Azzi and Paige were walking up to the booth. Together. They were actually talking to each other. And laughing. No, scratch that. They were giggling. Paige’s top somehow had a stain on it now that was the same color of the drink that was spilled on Azzi…and she could even see that Paige’s hand was resting on the small of Azzi’s back… 

“Since when do you not hate Paige’s guts, Az?” She asked timidly when they approached the table, casually sipping her drink. 

“Um,” Azzi glanced over at Paige, who stared right back at her and dropped her hand from her back. She widened her eyes at Paige, subtly shaking her head to signal, ‘yeah, let’s not tell Kaitlyn just yet', before returning her attention to Kaitlyn with an exaggerated smile. “I actually don’t hate her anymore- we finally talked, and we’re cool now!”

Kaitlyn’s gaze flickered between the two of them for a moment before she (thankfully) seemed to drop it. 

Or not, I guess. “Is that why you were staring at her earlier? But y’all made up?” 

Azzi felt herself blush, throwing Kaitlyn a pointed look, “No, that wasn’t- I wasn’t-”

Azzi heard Paige let out a breath beside her and briefly looked over. Paige was clearly biting the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from smiling. She nudged her foot rather forcefully before returning her gaze to Kaitlyn, who was smiling at them. The shit we’d have to deal with if Kaitlyn figured it out-

“Oh, hey! Before I forget,” Kaitlyn started, turning to rummage in her purse. “I’m glad you’re both here for this, actually-”

Well. A truly horrific sight greeted both Paige and Azzi as Kaitlyn handed Azzi a random, purple, lacy bra…wait, no. Azzi’s purple, lacy bra that she had left at Paige's place…

“I was wondering why these were hanging out of P’s bag in the locker room earlier. Y'know, the one you bought with me back in college, Azzi.” She grinned at Paige, now, who looked mortified. “I’m just glad you don’t hate her anymore, Az.” She said seriously, turning back to Azzi.

“The same female mystery athlete whose game got moved to 8? The same one that has a team?” She continued with a smirk, now looking between them. “The same one you absolutely detest?”

Paige and Azzi looked at each other, eyes widening.