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rhyne loves you dearly and she’s never been afraid to show it

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you had just gotten back from the gym and you unlocked the door and walked into you and rhyne’s apartment. as you were setting your stuff down, you saw a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers. You’re confused, so you call rhyne’s name.

“rhy!” you shout.

“yes, baby?” she says softly as she walks into the kitchen.

“who are the flowers for?” you ask her.

“they’re for you.”

“for what, though?”

“just because i think you deserve flowers,” she says with that soft smile she always gives you.

“you’re so sweet, rhy” you say as you press a kiss to her cheek.

she just smiles.

rhyne has an off day today, and you’ve had a super rough week. rhyne decided to take today to cheer you up by taking you to dinner.

you’re lying in bed when rhyne comes in all dressed up and asks you to get ready. you ask her why, and she says, “just get ready. i have a surprise for you.”

you get up to go shower. after you’re out of the shower, you get dressed and start doing your hair and makeup. once you’re ready, you walk out the room and rhyne is sitting at the kitchen island and she looks up as you walk in.

“you look so pretty” she says.

“thank you rhyne”

“you ready to go?” she asks.

“yeah”

rhyne gets up and grabs your hand, and you both walk to the door and walk out. you guys get outside and walk to rhyne’s car, and she opens the passenger door for you. then she walks to the driver’s side and gets in.

you’re confused where you’re going because rhyne never told you, and she still won’t. you guys have been driving for at least twenty minutes, and you guys finally pulled up to this restaurant that you’ve been wanting to go to but never had time.

rhyne parks the car, and she gets out and walks over to the passenger side and opens your door. she grabs your hand, and you guys go in. It doesn’t take long for you guys to get seated.

you guys ordered your food, and as you’re waiting, you decide to try and figure out why rhyne brought you here.

“rhy, so why’d you randomly bring me out for dinner?” you ask.

“i noticed you’ve been having a stressful week, and i had an off day today, so i decided to take today to take you out to hopefully make your week a bit better,” she says.

you just stare at her for a second.

your heart immediately softens.

because that’s just who rhyne is.

she notices everything.

even the things you don’t say out loud.

you reach across the table and take her hand.

“you did all this because i’ve been stressed?”

rhyne shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“yeah.”

“rhyne.”

“what?”

you shake your head, smiling.

“you’re seriously the sweetest person i’ve ever met.”

that earns you a small grin.

“that’s debatable.”

“no, it’s not.”

she laughs quietly.

you squeeze her hand.

“thank you.”

“for what?”

“for noticing.”

her expression softens.

“baby, i always notice.”

and that’s the thing.

she does.

she notices when you’re tired.

when you’re overwhelmed.

when you’re sad.

when you’re pretending you’re fine.

she notices all of it.

the waitress comes by with your food, and the conversation shifts to lighter things. you spend the rest of dinner talking, laughing, and enjoying being together.

for the first time all week, you don’t feel stressed.

you don’t feel overwhelmed.

you just feel happy.

after dinner, rhyne is driving back to the apartment. the entire ride back, your hand stays in hers. when you finally get back to the apartment, you both head inside.

you kick your shoes off by the door and immediately turn toward her.

before she can even ask what’s wrong, you’re wrapping your arms around her.

rhyne laughs softly.

“what was that for?”

you look up at her.

“for cheering me up.”

her smile appears instantly.

that soft smile she only ever seems to give you.

“any time, baby.”

“you’re so sweet, rhy.”

you say it before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

she just smiles.

you wake up before rhyne.

which almost never happens.

the apartment is quiet, sunlight coming through the curtains. you decide to make breakfast.

nothing fancy.

just pancakes, fruit, and orange juice.

after a while, you hear slow footsteps.

you look up and see rhyne walking into the kitchen wearing one of her hoodies and sweatpants, still half asleep.

she immediately makes her way over to you.

arms wrapping around your waist.

face buried in your shoulder.

“good morning.”

you laugh.

“good morning.”

“why are you awake?”

“wanted to make breakfast.”

she hums.

still holding you.

still half asleep.

you finish making breakfast while she refuses to let go. eventually, you both sit down to eat.

the morning is quiet.

when breakfast is over, you start cleaning up.

rhyne watches you for a second.

then gets up and walks over.

“what?”

she just shakes her head.

“nothing.”

“rhyne.”

“what?”

“why are you looking at me like that?”

a smile pulls at her lips.

the soft one.

your favorite one.

“just thinking.”

“about?”

she shrugs.

“how lucky i got.”

your face immediately warms.

“you’re cheesy.”

“maybe.”

you roll your eyes.

but you’re smiling.

rhyne steps closer.

presses a kiss to your forehead.

then another to your cheek.

you laugh.

“okay.”

“what?”

“you’re being extra affectionate today.”

“am i?”

“yes.”

she smiles.

then reaches for your hand.

bringing it to her lips.

kissing your knuckles.

“can’t help it.”

you shake your head.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“probably.”

a beat passes.

then rhyne squeezes your hand.

looks at you.

and says it so casually you’d almost miss it.

like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

because to her, it is.

“i love you.”

your smile instantly softens.

“i love you too.”

rhyne leans down and kisses your forehead one more time.

that same soft smile appearing again.

lish's hands are everywhere, sliding up your thighs with purpose, her breath hot against your neck as she presses you back against the mattress. her twists fall forward, brushing against your collarbone, and you can feel the heat radiating off her skin.

"been wanting this all day," she murmurs against your throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. her fingers hook into the waistband of your jeans, tugging them down with an urgency that makes your stomach flip.

you help her, lifting your hips, and she tosses them somewhere across the room without looking. her eyes are dark, focused entirely on you, taking in every inch of exposed skin like she's committing it to memory.

when her hand slides between your legs, palm pressing against the fabric of your panties, she lets out a low sound of approval. "fuck, you're already so wet."

you can feel yourself throbbing under her touch, hips rolling up to meet her hand, desperate for more friction. she gives it to you, rubbing slow circles that have you gasping, fingers digging into her shoulders.

but then she's pulling back, trying to hook her fingers under the elastic to pull them aside, and the angle isn't working. she tries again, frustration flickering across her face as the fabric snaps back into place.

"these fucking—" she mutters, trying to maneuver around them, but they keep shifting, getting in her way. you can see her jaw tighten, that impatient energy building in her shoulders.

"lish, just—"

"nah, hold on," she cuts you off, sitting back on her heels. she grabs the waistband with both hands, trying to slide them down, but you're pressed so close together that there's not enough room. she huffs out a breath, her twists swaying as she shifts position.

you start to move to help, but she's already yanking at them again, and this time the fabric twists around your thighs, caught and tangled.

"are you fucking serious right now?" she says, and there's something almost funny about how genuinely annoyed she sounds, except you're just as desperate as she is and the delay is torture.

she tries to unwrap them, fingers fumbling with the twisted material, and you can see the muscle in her jaw working. "why are these so—these need to just—"

"lish, baby, just rip them," you breathe out, and her eyes snap up to meet yours.

"yeah?"

"yes, please, just—"

you don't even finish the sentence before you hear the fabric tear, the sound sharp in the quiet room. she rips them clean off, tossing the ruined panties over her shoulder, and the look on her face is pure satisfaction.

"that's better," she says, voice rough, and then her hands are on you again, skin to skin this time, nothing in the way.

her fingers slide through your wetness, and you both moan at the contact. she doesn't tease now, doesn't make you wait—she's done waiting. two fingers push inside you, and your back arches off the bed, a broken sound escaping your throat.

"that's it," she murmurs, her other hand gripping your hip to hold you steady as she sets a rhythm that has you seeing stars. "should've just done that from the start."

you can't form words anymore, can only hold onto her as she works you over, her thumb finding your clit while her fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes your thighs shake.

"look at you," she says, and there's something possessive in her voice, in the way she watches your face. "so fucking pretty like this. all mine."

the tension builds fast, coiling tight in your belly, and she can feel it, the way you're clenching around her fingers. she leans down, mouth finding yours in a messy kiss, swallowing your moans as she fucks you harder.

"come on, baby," she breathes against your lips. "let me feel it."

and you do, falling apart under her touch, pleasure crashing through you in waves that leave you trembling. she works you through it, fingers gentling but not stopping until you're whimpering from oversensitivity.

when she finally pulls out, she brings her fingers to her mouth, holding your gaze as she tastes you, and the sight alone nearly makes you come again.

"worth the wait," she says with a smirk, leaning down to kiss you again, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. "but next time? no panties."

you laugh breathlessly, pulling her closer. "deal."

the problem was that allisha gray spent so much time with you, she forgot how to act when you weren’t here.

you were trying to hang out with jordin for a day, mainly because even though you live in atlanta, you both dont hang out enough. “i’m telling you girl, we never ever make it to round 3 of golf because you stay cheating” jordin laughed into your side.

“uhm, no girl. it was definitely you cheating but ok” you said.

“ok but who won a chip??” jordin smirked.

“who gets more girls though?” you gave the same energy right back. a few hours later, you were chilling in your apartment. when someone started knocking on your door. you had already had those thoughts in your mind, what if allisha was mad at you?? what if she said she wanted to break up. you haven’t talked to her all day, and yes, it was your fault. you still opened the door like a fool.

“heyy rhyyyy, what’s up?” you said allowing her in.

“hey girl, you talked to lish at all today?” rhyne said laying face first in the couch.

“uhh no, i thought she was busy. i texted her” staring at my phone. “she ain’t answer.”

“buttttt you talked to jordin??” rhyne raised her eyebrow.

you just sighed. a couple minutes later rhyne left. and you were trying to sleep. but your head kept drifting back to allisha. so your dumbass called her.

“hello?” allisha answered from the other line.

“hey lish! i’m sorry that I haven’t talked to all day. i’m really sorry, i just wanted to hang out with jordin a couple days before her birthday. i should have reached out, but i—” you were interrupted by allisha cutting you off.

“hey i completely understand, i just missed you today. thats all, i know there’ll be other times to see you. and family over everything, mama. trust me, its fine” allisha said, accent and all.

and maybe, allisha could be jealous sometimes while she’s alone, but when she talks to you. all of it goes away.

you and rhyne had just gotten out of a long day of practice, and you guys decided to go get dinner together.

you guys got your food, you’re eating and talking about random stuff. practice, teammates, social media drama.

then somehow allisha comes up.

rhyne’s laughing at something you said, then she slips up and says, “allisha talks about you more than she talks about basketball.”

you pause.

“what?” you say, a little bit of shock in your tone.

rhyne pretends she doesn’t hear you and continues to eat.

“i didn’t say anything,” she says, trying to dismiss it.

“no, you said something alright,” you say, pointing your fork at her. “what do you mean she talks about me more than basketball?”

rhyne is still silently staring at her plate.

rhyne still remains silent before she puts her head up, looking hesitant.

“i wasn’t supposed to tell you. she only told me and naz. she told us to keep it to ourselves,” she says.

“what does she say about me?”

“nothing.”

“just say it, rhy. i won’t tell her you told me,” you say, knowing you don’t plan on not telling her.

“rhyyyy, come on. i promise,” you say, dragging out her name.

rhyne caves, knowing you won’t let it go until she tells you. that’s just how you are.

“fine. don’t bring it up to her though. she’s gonna get me.”

you sit back.

“she mentions you whatever chance she gets. about how you’re pretty, how nice you are, your laugh, your smile, your fashion sense. everything.”

“allisha thinks i’m pretty?” you say loudly.

“is that the only thing you heard?” rhyne says, rolling her eyes.

“but i mean, who doesn’t think you’re pretty? look at you.”

your lips slowly curl into a smile after hearing what rhyne said.

“you’re so sweet. thank you, rhy!”

rhyne shakes her head.

“never met someone so unaware.”

“uhm, that was a bit rude.”

rhyne smiles, laughing a little.

“she has a huge crush on you.”

you pause.

“wait, you’re serious?”

“so serious.”

“allisha gray has a crush on me?”

“yes.”

“an actual crush?”

rhyne slowly nods her head.

“since when?”

“a few months now.”

and boy was that news for you.

you couldn’t wait to ask her about this at practice tomorrow.

you barely got any sleep last night, seeing that you spent the whole night thinking about what rhyne told you.

you’ve been hesitating to talk to allisha about what rhyne told you. you’re super nervous when you finally gain the courage to go ask her about it.

you scan the gym looking for allisha and you spot her.

you run over to her.

allisha smiles upon seeing you.

“hey lish, i wanted to ask you about something.”

“yeah, what’s up?”

you don’t waste any time.

“do you have a crush on me?”

allisha drops the basketball she’s holding and she freezes.

“excuse me?”

“do you?”

“wait, who told you that?”

you don’t say anything. you stand there waiting for her to answer your question.

allisha stops to think which of the two people she told about it told you, and she has a big feeling it was rhyne.

“did rhyne tell you?”

“so it’s true?”

allisha covers her face.

“this is embarrassing as hell.”

“allisha gray.”

“yes?”

“do you have a crush on me?”

allisha just looks at you for a few seconds, then she sighs.

“yes.”

once it’s out, she starts spilling about everything because she’s been holding it in forever.

she tells you everything.

how long she’s liked you, how you make her nervous when you come around, how she stares at you when you’re not looking, how she gets excited when you text her, how naz and rhyne get annoyed when she brings you up.

you’re just smiling the entire time, which only makes her more nervous.

“stop smiling.”

“why?”

“uhm, maybe because i’m spilling my heart out to you right now.”

you laugh.

she has a serious expression on her face.

“oh, you’re deadass. my bad.”

“exactly.”

allisha shakes her head, then she takes a deep breath.

“can i ask you something?”

“shoot.”

“would you maybe wanna be my girlfriend?”

you don’t even hesitate.

“of course!” you say excitedly, jumping up as you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her into a hug.

allisha blinks and wraps her arms around you too, still processing what just happened.

she smiles.

later, allisha goes over to rhyne and naz, who are both in the corner obviously gossiping.

allisha walks over to them.

“rhyne, i told you not to tell,” allisha says.

“well, you have the girl you’ve been wanting for the longest now, don’t you? say thank you, rhyne.”

“whatever, thank you, i guess.”

“oh well, good enough,” rhyne says, and her, allisha, and naz burst out laughing.