wosolvr - Tumblr blog

wosolvr · 7 months

Text

Thank you my friend, yes I enjoyed it even more this time, very much.

Dress

Pairings: Leah Williamson x fem!Reader

Summary: Your Teammate and you have an arrangement. But both of you want more. Based on Taylor swifts song ,,Dress".

Warnings: sexual tension but !no actual smut , anxiety (please tell me if I missed any!)

Wordcount: around 2,2K

A/n: This goes out to my friend. I hope you enjoy this as much as you did the first time.

Meaningless. Forgettable. Something you can easily brush off. You can stop anytime. At least that's what you tell yourself as you lazily pick up clothes, that were thrown away in a hurry. A sigh escapes your lips as you look at the alarm clock placed on the nightstand. 7.05 am. The sun is slowly rising outside, birds awake singing their songs. A muffled groan under your blanket makes you turn your head abruptly. Leah. Her blonde hair peeks out as she turns around. ,,Morning.", you smile. With another groan she turns on her back, lazily blinking.

,,Morning.", she mumbles, rubbing her eyes, due to the lack of sleep. ,,Are you okay?", you ask. For a second, she looks at you. The first thing she sees every morning. Often, but for her taste not often enough. She eyes you up and down, before answering. ,,Better than ever.", she grins. A subtle chuckle leaves you, as you walk into the bathroom. Still laying in bed, Leah lifts her head to catch a glimpse of you. Messy morning hair, no make up. Just your beauty.

,,We gotta get going soon.", you say running a hand through your hair. Leah knows she has to get ready if she wants to or not. By now she already has her own toothbrush at your place. She snuck up on you. It happened quietly. Now she's everywhere. Everything is her. One time you are alone with her, feeling her touch linger on your skin, leaving an invisible mark, the next moment you humbly smile for a few cameras. Nobody knows. Not your family, not the fans, not your friends. Something only the two of you share. Still. Everybody always think they know something.

Quiet whispers, quiet rumors and quiet glances. But in the end, it all gets loud sometimes. Leah makes it stop. Makes your world stop spinning, whilst messing it up at the same time. Something you haven't dared to talk about. Something being said in silence. Through stolen glances. Till now you've done a pretty good job hiding your little ,,thing". It all first started after the euros final. Drunken kisses being shared, Drunken words being mumbled onto pillows, Fingers tangling into each other. A night that changed the way you look at the blonde, forever.

The world cup is here. You've been anticipating it. Training harder than before. Since you were a little, it has been your dream to play in the world cup. But here you are once again. Starring at the ceiling, stomach clenching with anxiety. Tomorrow is the game against Columbia. Even though you try to be as confident in your abilities, the fear sometimes gets to you. The only noise filling the room is Leahs even breathing from a few feet away. Glancing at the alarm clock, you roll around. 1.28 am. Tiredly you crawl out from under your blanket and tip toe over to Leahs bed. As quiet as possible you crawl under her blanket. The bed is big enough for the both of you.

Half asleep she notices you laying next to her. She slightly moves around. She knows. She understands. She cares. Without opening her eyes, she wraps an arm around you and buries her face in your neck. Then she does something that makes your muscles to relax into her touch. Carefully she places a gentle kiss, right under your earlobe. The warmth of her frame helps you. Knowing she´s right there with you. Not only physically but also mentally. Slowly both of you drift off to sleep. Holding each other. That way you even catch a plausible amount of sleep.

Right before you go out onto the pitch, you catch Leahs eyes on you. Her lips tangle into an assuring smile. The minutes race by as you try your very best. But Columbias number 18 is going insanely on your nerves. Even though you barely touched her, she throws herself onto the ground dramatically holding her leg, making you groan. Before you realize it the yellow card is being raised. Instantly you walk over to the referee, explaining yourself. Complaining. But she just shakes her head at you. Frustration raises in you.

All of sudden you feel two hands on your shoulder, pushing you away gently. Leah stepped in. This has happened before. You would often get into discussions with the referee. Leah knows that. ,,She´s not worth, getting yourself sent off. That's the last thing we need right now", she says a pleading expression on her face. Only because of her plead you give it up. Right before halftime you perfectly place the ball into thee net. The fans erupt. Adrenaline takes a hold of you as you sprint towards your teammates. Reaching Leah first you jump into her arms. Your other teammates are around you, celebrating your amazing goal.

But you won't let go of Leah yet. All the anxiety from last night has vanished. Washed away. The rest of the match passes you in a blink. Lauren scores, shooting you straight into the semi finals. After celebrating in the dressing rooms, Lucy suggests that you all go out that night. Now you're standing in front of the mirror, in a little black dress. As Leah sees you, she almost chokes on her own spit. The dress hugs all the right places. The golden jewelry as accessories finishes the outfit perfectly.

It has a deep cut neckline, leaving little to imagination. But Leah doesn´t need her imagination anyway, she just needs her memory. And that's something she won't forget for sure. You didn't look just hot and sexy, but beautiful. That's the word Le would use to describe you. Beautiful. As you arrive at the location, you let your mind rest and decide to just have fun. Obviously you couldn´t get drunk. But soon you are dancing to the music playing with some others. Leah is leaning on a stool, admiring you from afar. How you perfectly move your body to the rhythm. Leah is so distracted by it, that she doesn't notice Lucy standing next to her now.

,,She looks nice.", Lucy notes as she follows Leahs eyes. ,,Yes she does.", Leah replies not taking her eyes of you laughing as Georgia spins you . Luce lets out a huffed chuckle. A knowing chuckle. But at the moment Leah doesn't care, about her teammates teasing hints.She cares about your hand waving you to her. She smiles as she approaches you. As you get closer, the air grows thicker and the tension grows. Her hand slightly rests on your hip. A simple gesture. Innocently she starts drawing a shape. The exact same of your tattoo, on the. exact same spot. A small Daisy. It has always been your favorite flower.

Even in a bikini, it was pretty well hidden. That's why only a few people know about it. She knows about it. She has seen it often enough to know the exact lining of it. Pride fills her. Proud that she knows your body like that. Like nobody else. She loves the tattoo. A shaky breath leaves you, making her smirk. Of course she knows her effect on you. ,,You have no idea, how much I want to kiss you right now.", she whispers into your ear, dancing along to house of balloons by The Weeknd. Your mind spins. And you can´t even blame alcohol. Her hand hasn't left your hip. It drives you insane and she knows. As you look at each other, the tension could be cut with a knife.

But both of you are aware of the eyes that may be on you right now. That's why Leah lightly places your hand in hers. Both of you are too eager to say bye to anyone. They would be questioning you early leaving anyway. The ride back is filled with smirks and laughs. Still, as soon as the door is closed behind you, she slowly cups your cheek. She takes a moment to look at your face before leaning in connecting your lips. There it is. That explosion. The firework, whenever you kiss. No matter how many times you've kissed, it will always be there. It feels like your lips are made for each other. Made to be kissing just like right now.

Every kiss sparks a desire. Desire for more. ,,I love this Dress, sweetheart.", she whispers against your mouth. She is holding you as close as possible, by your waist. ,,I only bought it, so you could take it off.", you answer. That confession makes her stop in her movements. She leans back eyeing you up and down. That damn dress. A huge smile spreads on her lips. That damn smile of hers. That cheeky grin. That proud smirk. Slowly, incredibly slowly she tugs a strand of your long loose hair behind your ear. Right before kissing you again. Passionately but soft and careful.

It hits you like a truck. Like a tsunami. Overwhelming you completely. It must be around 2 am. Leah and you are holding each other again. Both exhausted. She holds her hand up for you to hold it. Your fingers interlock with each other. You rest your head on her upper body. Skin to skin. Heart to hear. Nobody dares to say it. Nobody wants to destroy this intimate moment, by letting a word slip past their lips. It was just in the heat of the moment. Right? But those words don't just slip out on accident. You say them with caution, awareness. 3 words, 8 letters.

Did you just seriously mess up the arrangement? Guilt builds up in the pit of your stomach. Friends with benefits. The arrangement. Even though you never called it friends with benefits. But now it all seems clearer. Her. You look up, meeting the warmth of her gaze. The warmth of her. You scan her face, as if you want to memorize every single detail of her face. The light in the room is dimmed but you can see her very clear. Soft like a feather she strokes your cheek. Such a lovely gesture. Such a loving thing to do right now. Without hesitation you lean in pressing another kiss to her lips. She´s the first one to break it before speaking up.

,, I meant what I said, you know?", she tells you. Confused you look at her with big eyes. ,,When I said it back.", she clarifies. There's a Moment where you just stare at her. She said it back. You heard her.You sit up, blanket covering your body, still facing her. ,,I-.", you start. ,,I don't want you like a best friend. Or friend with benefits.", she admits. Now it's clearer. She´s everything and everybody to you. Dammit, it feels like your heart is so full of her that you can hardly call it your own anymore. Even though that sounds dramatic, it's true. Having her in your life made it a hundred times better.

You found her, without looking and love her without trying. She has a place in your heart nobody could ever come close to. But the words won't leave your lips. So instead you put a silent promise onto her lips. Closing your eyes you soak in the moment. The kiss that says a thousand words. So simple but simply perfect. As you break the kiss she looks at you eyes bright, sparkling almost. She has looked at you in millions of ways and she has loved you in each.

,,Does that mean?", she asks. ,,Yes.", you nod. A smile tugs on both your lips. ,,God we were stupid.", you laugh. ,,And blind.", she adds making you laugh harder. But you quickly return to the calmness and truth of the moment. ,,It's you, Le. It's always been you.". Those words feel like a warm ray of sunshine, being wrapped in a blanket, being entirely and truly loved. And as you kiss, you out another promise on them. That you will kiss them a million times more.

333 notes · View notes