Tigerchump

She’s in their bedroom putting on the outfit that Paige prepared for her. A white fitted tank top that shows off one of her shoulders and loose brown cargo pants.

“Wait, this is all dirty!”

Azzi puts her lip gloss down to respond, “Well, did you start it last night?” Azzi accounts the lack of response as a definite “no.”

Paige’s clothes are still hanging in their closet from last night when she ironed them. Azzi lays the outfit—jorts, and a knitted camo sweater—onto the bed and smooths the remaining wrinkles with the palm of her hand. She laid out some socks and a pair of boxers on Paige’s pillow as well.

Her gym bag lay in the corner, where she already had everything she needs. Water bottle, phone charger, jersey. The whole nine yards. It’s the last thing she grabs before finding a disheveled Paige in the kitchen.

“You know,” she says, leaning against the counter, “for all that talk about being ‘locked in’ on game-day, you’re really disorganized.”

Paige grunts, rummaging through the cabinet for a new water bottle. “I am locked in,” Paige protests, “you forgot to start the dishwasher last night.”

“Oh, I forgot? How about, thank you, Azzi, for setting out my clothes, thank you, azzi for making the bed each morning, thank you, Azzi—”

“Okay, okay,” Paige cuts in. She at least has the wherewithal to look apologetic. “I’m sorry. Please help me?”

“All you have to do is wash it, baby.”

Paige sulks back, watching her girlfriend scrub her water bottle. She feels kind of useless watching Azzi do such a mundane task; but she gets flustered on game days. Azzi always has a level head. It’s part of what makes them work so well together.

“Here,” Azzi says. She’s holding the bottle out towards Paige, who grabs it with a sheepish smile.

“Thank you.” 

Azzi pours herself a pre-game protein shake. She’d have preferred to have eaten a meal, but there isn’t much time between now and shoot around. 

She’s finishing her last sips when Paige comes out of their room wearing her pregame outfit, socks in hand. 

“Okay, now where are my shoes?”

Azzi just points to the door, where they always are. 

“Uh, Az?”

“Yeah?” Azzi asks, putting her cup in the dishwasher, making sure to start it this time.

“What’s this?”

“What’s what?” She calls back, already following Paige’s voice, keys in hand.

She stops dead in her tracks when she sees what Paige is pointing to. 

Oh, that. That was meant for later. 

Much later.

“You went to Victoria’s Secret?” Paige stands up, a smug look on her face. “Without me?” She asks, pulling Azzi in by her hips.

“Oh my god,” Azzi says, gently pushing Paige off her. As much as Paige flirts, there’s no breaking the rule on game day. So Azzi doesn’t indulge. “It’s nothing. It’s just underwear. They have comfortable stuff.”

“Mhm.” She’s not sure if Paige buys it. 

Truthfully, she did mean to put it away. 

The team is going out to dinner at eight, win or lose. But the two are going to go home first to kill time, then get ready. There’s no way she can have Paige seeing her pull it out when they get home. 

She thinks quickly. “Hey, I forgot to grab something in the room. Pull up the car, please?”

Paige doesn’t miss a beat. “Course, baby,” Paige says, kissing Azzi on the cheek. “I’ll text you when I’m out front.”

As soon as Paige closes the door, Azzi makes quick work of throwing the small bag under their bed. She’ll have time later to put on the lingerie, with Paige promising to run out and pick up a post-game cava bowl for her. 

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They win the game by a large margin. 

And things go exactly as planned. 

Paige runs to Cava to get her bowl; Azzi puts on the lingerie under a nice outfit meant for a night with friends. Deceptive, but Azzi’s clever.

“I’m gonna see how drunk I can get Jess tonight,” Paige says, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on Azzi’s thigh. “She needs it. She’s been so locked in, for real.”

Azzi hums.

“I’m not gonna get too drunk,” Paige continues, “then I won’t be able to focus on my pretty girl.” She says it with a smirk and looks at Azzi expectantly. “Hey,” she squeezes Azzi’s leg, “are you even listening?”

Azzi’s eyes drift to Paige’s furrowed brows, the way they show concern, as if not having Azzi’s sole attention is the worst thing in the world. “Yes.” Azzi puts her own hand on top of Paige’s. “Of course, baby. Just thinking about the game. How you played so good—I’m so proud of you.

It seems to reel Paige back in, because her face instantly dons a cocky grin. “Oh, yeah? You liked that?”

Though others may perceive Paige as arrogant, Azzi finds her self-assured nature charming. To azzi, Paige is her sweet, doting girlfriend who would absolutely hang the moon for her…and who is, occasionally, also incredibly cocky. 

Azzi chooses to pick her battles.

Paige parks the car at some high-end steakhouse that Arike had chosen. Enough to break the average person’s bank. Also, enough for Paige to try to make Azzi swoon. 

Key word: try. 

“Don’t worry,” she whispers in Azzi’s ear. “I got the bill tonight.”

And since Azzi’s playing the long game, she grips her girl’s arm and says, “You’re so sweet, baby.”

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Dinner goes smoothly. 

Another short drive brings them to a high-end bar in downtown Dallas. Paige leads Azzi, like she always does. The team takes over the VIP section, where Paige immediately begins to fulfill her promise of getting Jess as drunk as possible 

“She really is something,” Maddie says.

They’re both watching Paige hype Jess up as she downs a shot, before handing her another one right away. Paige takes it with her this time.

“She is.”

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Paige had lied. By the end of the night she’s pretty tipsy, forcing Azzi to drive them home.

Azzi almost worries her plans to seduce Paige are on the brink of foiling. Paige can barely keep her head still, with it rocking slowly from the movement of the car.

Still, she’s holding Azzi’s hand. 

Azzi winds their car through the labyrinth that is their parking garage. She gets out to help Paige, “Are you falling asleep?” She asks when she takes Paige’s hand.

“Huh?” She rubs her eyes. “What? No. ‘Course not.” 

It’s only an elevator ride out of the parking garage, paired with a short walk to get to their apartment. 

“Keys?” Paige asks. 

Azzi fishes them out of her pocket, letting Paige open the door to lead them in. 

“You really aren’t going to go asleep?”

Paige yawns despite herself. “Nah, I gotta take a shower. The bar-air is clinging to me.”

Azzi laughs. “Okay, baby. I’m going to chill out here for a little while.” 

Paige’s eyes soften like a puppy's. “Then you’ll come to bed with me?”

“Of course,” Azzi says. She goes to kiss her, and Paige pulls her in by her hips to deepen it. She’s hopeful that Paige can’t feel the lace under her skirt.

Paige is either too tipsy to notice, or she actually can’t because all she says is, “Hmm, you still smell so good.” Then nuzzles her face into Azzi’s neck.

Azzi pushes her by the chest with a laugh, “Okay, go take a shower, seriously.”

Azzi hears the shower turn off not long before Paige enters the living room. She’s leaning against their door frame wearing her usual nightly attire: old boxers and a t-shirt. 

“Coming?” That’s the plan, Azzi thinks.

“Yeah.” Azzi walks to their bedroom with a little pep in her step. If Paige senses the change in her demeanor, she doesn’t comment. “Help me get ready?”

“Obviously.” Like the night prior, Paige goes to her drawer and pulls out clothes for Azzi to wear. She rummages through her drawers while Azzi takes her own clothes off behind her.

When she turns around, her eyes bug out. It’s almost comedic the way she drops the clothes she had picked out for Azzi.

“Azzi?” 

“Yeah?” Azzi asks coyly. Their room is only illuminated by a single lamp that Paige must’ve turned on before she took her shower.

“What are you wearing?”

Azzi looks down at her body. The set she had gotten at Victoria’s Secret looks amazing. The lace baby-pink thong goes perfectly with the see-through bra. “Nothing.” 

It’s almost the truth; it’s barely anything.

“Not nothing.” Paige shakes her head. She makes a grabby-like motion, as if she’s itching to touch Azzi.

And she is. 

Paige pulls Azzi in, bringing her flush against her own body. Warm hands run over the thin string of Azzi's thong. The string rest high on her hips, the same spot Paige usually grips her. It’s perfect.

“Why’d you wear this?” She asks. What kind of question is that? “You know we can’t, the game—“

Azzi sees her plans plummeting to the ground all at once. Of course. 

“I didn’t wear it for you,” she blurts out. Paige’s eyes rise from where they were gazing at her breasts. “I knew you wouldn’t touch me anyway,” she says, backing away.

“Azzi—“

“It’s fine, Paige, really.” Is it fine? Not really. Is she trying to rile Paige up? Yes, really. “It’s okay. You probably don’t have the energy.”

Paige is following her. Azzi’s not sure what she’s going to do because she’s almost certain Paige isn’t breaking the rule tonight.

But that doesn’t mean she has to suffer.

Azzi bends over, the string in her ass now visible, with the thin fabric barely covering her pussy on full display. She begins rummaging through her bedside table.

“Whoa, Azzi,” Paige chokes out. “What are you—“

“Here it is,” she says triumphantly. 

Paige stops in her tracks. She can see it in Azzi’s hand; it’s small. She’s hasn’t seen it before. “When did you get that?”

“Hmm? The vibrator?” Azzi asks, feigning ignorance. Azzi places it on the bed, unclasps her bra and lets it drop. Her breasts fall freely with a slight bounce. “A while ago,” she says, pulling her panties off next. “For nights like this…when you can’t please me.”

Paige's eyebrows furrow. “Can’t?” She’s fully gawking at Azzi’s body now.

“Mhm.” It wouldn’t be the same as Paige’s mouth on her, or her fingers inside her, but it’d feel good. And hopefully, it’ll break Paige’s resolve. Even if it’s just a little. “You should get in bed. I know you’re tired.”

Azzi can see the wheels turning in her head. The war she is clearly having with herself, probably fighting all the willpower she has. 

Azzi doesn’t care.

So Paige just nods. And Azzi gets into bed beside her. Naked. “Are you really gonna—“

The aggressive hum of the vibrator cuts Paige off. It’s loud, but so are Azzi’s moans. They’re probably a little unnecessary. Definitely a little forced. But either way, enough to make Paige gasp.

“Azzi—“ she turns towards her girl, reaching down. Azzi thinks she is about to touch her. She grasps the vibrator, tries to pull it away from azzi, says, “Why are you doing this? The rule?”

“I’m not breaking your rule if I do it myself,” she counters, breathlessly.

Even through her pleasure-filled haze, she notices the shift. The moment of decisiveness. Paige grips the vibrator and presses down.

Azzi feels the pressure intensify immediately. 

“Maybe it’s not breaking the rule if I just use the vibrator on you,” she murmurs quietly, “I just won’t touch.”

If this is all Azzi can get tonight, she’ll take it. 

“Definitely not breaking the rule,” she moans out, “you’re so smart, baby.” 

Paige pulls down the covers to stare. The soft light on their bedside table illuminates Azzi’s pussy. Paige watches as Azzi’s wetness coats the vibrator. 

“You’re so wet and I’m not even touching you,” Paige says. She’s breathless now, too.

Azzi doesn’t respond, just bucks her hips up into the vibrator. 

The movement causes the tips of Paige’s fingers to touch her bare pussy. Paige doesn’t react, simply adjusts the vibrator so it’s hitting the side of azzi clit. She holds it there for a moment, letting Azzi feel it, then gathers Azzi’s slick with the tip so she can slide it back onto the center of her clit. 

“Oh my godddd,” Azzi moans. 

“It’s probably not breaking the rules if I rub it, right?” she asks. “With my fingers?” When azzi opens her eyes, which were screwed shut in pleasure, she sees the intense dilation of Paige’s pupils. She looks almost feral. “Like, it only matters if I go inside?”

Yes, because lack of penetration has always been the number one rule in relation to lesbian sex.

“Definitely not breaking the rule.”

Paige clicks the vibrator off and Azzi whines at the loss of stimulation. Though, no more than a second later, she’s whining for a whole new reason. Because Paige’s fingers are rubbing her clit with fervor, and she’s attacking Azzi’s lips with her own, shoving her tongue inside. She licks into Azzi’s mouth without remorse. Azzi can’t keep up. She had expected Paige to like the lingerie, love it even, but this is next-level.

Azzi can’t even kiss the blonde back with how aggressive she’s being. She can only lie back and keep her mouth open for Paige devour her.

The sensations on her pussy are no less intense. Paige is skilled, no doubt about it, but tonight she’s being sloppy. 

Azzi wonders if the rule had been weighing her down just as much. 

Paige kisses neck, licking and sucking as she trails down to Azzi’s breasts, sucking a brown nipple into her mouth. She doesn’t even try to stop herself now. The alcohol may be a factor with how this is all going to down, but azzi has her doubts,

Paige moans while she rubs her tongue around Azzi’s puffy nipple. It feels so good, but Azzi still wants more.

“Paige, inside,” she begs.

Azzi’s breasts move as she shakes her head, mumbling a muffled ‘no’. 

It was worth a shot.

It didn’t matter anyway. Azzi’s about to come. 

“Fuckkkk,” Azzi whines, “yeah, like that. Oh my god, just like that.”

Paige doubles down on her efforts. Their room is filling with the sloppy sounds of paige rubbing the wet flesh between Azzi’s thighs. 

Paige lets go of her nipple with a pop. “You like that?” She’s saying it in Azzi’s ear, making her shiver. “You gonna come like this?”

With one more hard, aggressive rub to azzi clit, the coil in her belly snaps. She clamps her legs shut, sandwiching Paige’s hand between them. The aftershocks are still racking through her body when Paige rolls over. 

“Fuck,” Azzi says. 

“Yeah,” Paige repeats, “fuck.” She’s staring up at the ceiling. “I think I broke the rule.”

Azzi chuckles. “Not really,” she says, “just a little.”

“Yeah, just a little,” Paige affirms, rolling over to pull Azzi into her chest.

Azzi hums in contentment, post-orgasm haze pulling her under. She feels good, a lot better than before. Though some things remain the same: Azzi wants more. 

Which means Azzi plans on breaking that rule once and for all.