Abby Wambach/Alex Morgan
After a long dry period (caused by too many nerve-wracking El Classicos) I'm finally back. With football femmeslash of all things. :P
characters/pairing: Abby Wambach/Alex Morgan, Hope Solo
rating: R
word count: 640
summary: The American team after losing the Women’s World Cup final.
It’s not a good night for any of them. They played good, they should have won - the silver is heavy around their necks. But this is sport and Abby loves it even so - one hard kick against her locker was enough to put the failure behind her. There will be new matches and great triumphs to come, those are on her mind even now - she’s not Hope, she will not carry this loss around with her like a cross for weeks to come.
Exhaustion is on all faces as they try to pretend even to each other that they are ok with this and they end up going to their rooms earlier than they really should. Most will make huge phone bills with boyfriends and family, some will have webcam sex with girlfriends and all the hotel will hear, and Abby leaves her door unlocked for Alex.
She pretends she doesn’t still feel nervous about Alex’s attention, that the age difference means as little as Alex always insists, that nothing really matters outside the series of hotel rooms that have witnessed their nights of passion. But she still freezes for a moment when the door opens and Alex comes in. Once again, Abby is awed by her youth and beauty, and the bright smile on Alex’s face as she pulls her into a slow kiss makes Abby’s heart beat faster.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. Abby should be the confident one, she always had been, in bed just like on the pitch. She never doubted, never questioned just did. In all her previous relationships (some short and uncomplicated, a few long and painful) she had been the leader, sometimes too much so one of her previous girlfriends had said. But now she is terrified and thinking too much about each step while this insultingly young, wonderful girl, who had never been with a woman before and by all laws of nature should be terrified, is calling all the shots without second thoughts. Every time Abby expects her to come in with a serious look on her face and unwanted words of rejection on those full lips - and yet Alex is still here, hands pulling off clothes eagerly.
They never stop kissing on their way to the bed and litter the floor with discarded clothes on the way, and when Alex’s legs hit the bed she falls, pulling Abby with her onto the too clean hotel sheets. Alex tastes of bananas and sighs happily when Abby covers her body with her own. Her long dark hair is in sharp contrast with the white pillows and Abby can’t help but run her fingers through it.
“What’s wrong?” Alex asks - always too alert, too perceptive, sensing Abby’s uncharacteristic moments of insecurity immediately.
Abby opens her mouth but the words are stuck in her throat. She had never been afraid to say the truth about how she felt, even when it meant heartbreak, but now she’s terrified to say she never wants this to end. So instead she just shakes her head and places a gentle kiss on Alex’s lips, and then starts to leave soft kisses down Alex’s neck, chest, taking her time at Alex’s firm breasts until the girl is moaning in pleasure. Only then does Abby continue over the flat plane of Alex’s stomach and down between her thighs.
She thinks of Hope alone in her hotel room, reliving the whole match, trying to figure out how it could have gone differently, maybe touching herself, thinking of no one. Abby hopes she’ll never end up like that, a lonely fortress no one quite dares to approach. And when the first teasing lick against her wetness makes Alex cry out in pleasure, Abby knows that as long as this beautiful nymph is in her life she will never be lonely.
characters/pairing: Abby Wambach/Alex Morgan, Hope Solo
rating: R
word count: 640
summary: The American team after losing the Women’s World Cup final.
It’s not a good night for any of them. They played good, they should have won - the silver is heavy around their necks. But this is sport and Abby loves it even so - one hard kick against her locker was enough to put the failure behind her. There will be new matches and great triumphs to come, those are on her mind even now - she’s not Hope, she will not carry this loss around with her like a cross for weeks to come.
Exhaustion is on all faces as they try to pretend even to each other that they are ok with this and they end up going to their rooms earlier than they really should. Most will make huge phone bills with boyfriends and family, some will have webcam sex with girlfriends and all the hotel will hear, and Abby leaves her door unlocked for Alex.
She pretends she doesn’t still feel nervous about Alex’s attention, that the age difference means as little as Alex always insists, that nothing really matters outside the series of hotel rooms that have witnessed their nights of passion. But she still freezes for a moment when the door opens and Alex comes in. Once again, Abby is awed by her youth and beauty, and the bright smile on Alex’s face as she pulls her into a slow kiss makes Abby’s heart beat faster.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. Abby should be the confident one, she always had been, in bed just like on the pitch. She never doubted, never questioned just did. In all her previous relationships (some short and uncomplicated, a few long and painful) she had been the leader, sometimes too much so one of her previous girlfriends had said. But now she is terrified and thinking too much about each step while this insultingly young, wonderful girl, who had never been with a woman before and by all laws of nature should be terrified, is calling all the shots without second thoughts. Every time Abby expects her to come in with a serious look on her face and unwanted words of rejection on those full lips - and yet Alex is still here, hands pulling off clothes eagerly.
They never stop kissing on their way to the bed and litter the floor with discarded clothes on the way, and when Alex’s legs hit the bed she falls, pulling Abby with her onto the too clean hotel sheets. Alex tastes of bananas and sighs happily when Abby covers her body with her own. Her long dark hair is in sharp contrast with the white pillows and Abby can’t help but run her fingers through it.
“What’s wrong?” Alex asks - always too alert, too perceptive, sensing Abby’s uncharacteristic moments of insecurity immediately.
Abby opens her mouth but the words are stuck in her throat. She had never been afraid to say the truth about how she felt, even when it meant heartbreak, but now she’s terrified to say she never wants this to end. So instead she just shakes her head and places a gentle kiss on Alex’s lips, and then starts to leave soft kisses down Alex’s neck, chest, taking her time at Alex’s firm breasts until the girl is moaning in pleasure. Only then does Abby continue over the flat plane of Alex’s stomach and down between her thighs.
She thinks of Hope alone in her hotel room, reliving the whole match, trying to figure out how it could have gone differently, maybe touching herself, thinking of no one. Abby hopes she’ll never end up like that, a lonely fortress no one quite dares to approach. And when the first teasing lick against her wetness makes Alex cry out in pleasure, Abby knows that as long as this beautiful nymph is in her life she will never be lonely.