#thetinyterrors

Colleen glared up at Megan Rapinoe from the hotel room floor, trying to get the taste of Downey out of her mouth. The sock shoved between her teeth was making her tongue dry and squashing any of her attempts at voicing her displeasure. She’d hit the bleach blonde midfielder if she had the use of her hands, but unfortunately those were currently tied behind her back with footie socks.

“Gather, young ones,” Pinoe announced, opening her arms wide and ushering Reece and Riley Rampone in closer. The tiny humans had rummaged through Ashlyn Harris’ suitcase and were now sporting two of the goalkeeper’s hats. Reece giggled and pushed the gigantic hat back of her head so that she could see, and with a smile Pinoe flipped it backwards. Riley smiled and mimicked her sister, flipping her large hat backwards as well.

“What shall we do with the prisoner?” Pinoe asked the two children, readjusting the small empty trashcan that she was sporting as a helmet. Colleen had thrown the aluminum object at her when she had tried to dye the brunette’s hair, and Colleen should have known Pinoe would wear it as a trophy.

“Sacrifice!” Reece exclaimed, throwing her hands up into the air.

“To the Sandcastle Gods!” Riley finished, giggling.

“Mhumph!!” Colleen protested, eyes growing wide.

Pinoe grinned, drumming her fingers together. “Excellent plan, my minions. Excellent… Reece, get the shampoo!” Pinoe threw out a hand to the bathroom, pointing. “Riley! Get the bath salts!”

Colleen yelled against her gag and tried to sit up, but Pinoe was on top of her in seconds, sitting on her stomach. “Youu are not going anywhere, prisoner.”

“Mhumph!!”

Smiling, Pinoe patted her cheek lightly. “Oh, Leen, you didn’t think you were going to get away from initiation that easily, did you?”

Colleen glared up at the blonde midfielder and bucked, trying to unhorse Pinoe from her stomach. The other woman let out a loud laugh and rolled with the movement, grinning. Reece came bounding back into the room, a large bottle of Pantene Pro V clutched in her hands while Riley was right behind her, a container of clear bath salts in her arms.

“Good, good, bring it over here,” Pinoe motioned for the children to take their spots on either side of her. “Now,” Pinoe closed her eyes and rolled her shoulders, “We are gathered here today to celebrate— wait, sorry. Wrong one.” She peeked an eye open and flashed a smile to her two miniature companions while Colleen rolled her eyes. Pinoe cleared her throat dramatically, “Oh, great and powerful Sandcastle Gods, we give to you this sacrifice so that we may have a plentiful and fun filled day of building sandcastles tomorrow on the beach.” The blonde held out her right hand, “Shampoo me, Reece.”

Reece Rampone giggled like a lunatic, ignoring Colleen’s pleading eyes, and handed the shampoo bottle to Pinoe. In one swift moment, Pinoe had opened the bottle and was now pouring the milky white substance all over the front of Colleen.

“Mhumph!!” the defender protested against the sock in her mouth.

Pinoe held out her other hand, “Riley, the bath salts.”

The Rampone child bypassed Pinoes open hand and dumped the entire contents of the clear container onto Colleen’s stomach, giggling.

Colleen groaned and dropped her head back to the floor, hitting it a couple times to make sure that this was, in fact, happening.

“Come on now, we have to rub it in for good measure, girls.” Pinoe smiled.

Reece and Riley sprung forward, hands rubbing the mixture of shampoo and bath salts into the fabric of Colleen’s shirt. Reece’s had was suddenly on Colleen’s, course from the bath salt and slimy from the shampoo and Colleen let out a chocked laugh, turning her head away to try and escape the tiny human.

The door to the hotel room opened suddenly and for a sinking second, no one moved. Colleen tilted her head back and was caught with an upside down image of Kris. The brunette forward glanced briefly to the scene in front of her, eyebrows furrowing. Her pants were unbuttoned and hanging low on her hips, shirt thrown casually over her shoulder. An arm was wrapped around her hip, thumb hooked into a belt loop, and Colleen knew Becca was out of sight right behind the door.

“Mhumph!!” Colleen pleaded from the floor.

Kris blinked at the scene in front of her. “Right,” she said, clearing her throat, “Uh, Becca? Yeah, this is totally not our room.” And with that the hotel door closed.

Colleen laid there for a moment before she sank back into the floor and glared over at Pinoe, who was sporting a wide grin. “Fumph Yhou.” Colleen grumbled, unamused.

Riley let out a squeal of delight and continued her mixing, while Reece put a hand to Colleen’s other cheek, giggling.