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Caitlyn lived for this feeling. The sound of the buzzer when the clock ran out, crowning the Toronto Tempo as their champions. She felt her teammates swarm to the middle, celebrating their win. To top it all off, Caitlyn made the winning basket. The New York Liberties didn’t seem too pleased. In fact, she could feel the burning eyes of the readheaded center who’d been all over her. Warwick, 6. Hm, She’d be hot if she weren’t my opponent. Caitlyn thought as she pushed the door of the locker room open. Her first mistake was to leave the group to go fill her water bottle
As she chugged her water, drops escaped and streaked down her skin, joining the sweat gathered on her skin like mist. When she was finally done, she barely had time to turn when that goddamned center that had been all over her the entire game shoved her against the wall, knocking the air out of her.
“You fucking bitch.” The woman panted, hot breath fanning over her face, droplets of saliva landing on her cheek.. “What the hell was that move? That elbow to my tit? Did mommy pay off the ref? Wanted her shit WNBA daughter to win a game for once?”
“Spit on me again and see what happens.” Caitlyn snapped back, her fingers tangling in the redhead’s collar. She was just about to throw her opponent off her when Vi spit on her face, the glob of hot, sticky saliva landing on her cheek. Caitlyn panted, practically vibrating with rage. Vi opened her mouth again to say something, but never got to finish before the hard knuckles of Caitlyn Kiramman’s right hand collided with her cheek. Vi stumbled back, hitting the lockers on the opposite side of the wall with a loud crash. Before Vi could recuperate, Caitlyn grabbed her shoulders and kneed her hard in the stomach.
Vi would’ve keeled over by this point if Caitlyn’s knee wasn’t holding her up, which explained why she slumped to the ground when Caitlyn withdrew. Vi lifted her gaze from the tile of the locker room to Caitlyn’s face, her head blotting out the cold overhead lights. She watched as Caitlyn wiped her spit with the back of her hand… onto her lips. Vi scoffed. Caitlyn heard it.
“What? Have you not had enough?” She asked sharply, taking a step towards her again. Vi flinched back,
“Have I not gotten enough? Sounds like you’re the one who’s asking for more.” She gritted out. Caitlyn crossed her arms.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and by the looks of it I don’t think you do, either.” She snapped back. Vi rose from the floor like a mounting storm.
“Don’t think you can hide it. I saw how you pushed my spit into your mouth. You fucking freak.” Vi stalked towards her again. Caitlyn found herself backing up, her face flushing a deep red. ”You know, you could’ve just asked, but instead you had to be all up on me the entire game.” Vi’s hot breath fanned across her face, her steel blue eyes boring into hers. Caitlyn finally looked back at her, but before Vi could bark out anything else, Caitlyn crashed her lips into hers.
God, It’s everything she imagined and more. Her punishing kiss bruised as Vi forced her tongue into Caitlyn’s mouth. Caitlyn greedily sucked it in further, eliciting a groan from the other woman as she pushed her harder against the wall. Caitlyn felt under her shirt, feeling along her abs. Vi tried to hold back a shudder at Caitlyn’s touch, but Caitlyn felt it.
And she pounced. Caitlyn forcibly separated Vi’s thighs with her knee, her thigh grinding up on the apex between Vi’s legs. Vi choked back a moan.
Oh no, Caitlyn can’t have that. She breaks the kiss and grabs Vi’s asscheeks, pulling Vi up hard on her thigh. Vi finally moans into Caitlyn’s shoulder, her blue eyes fluttering.
“Yes, yes, moan for me.” Caitlyn spoke a low growl, her voice like a drug, loosening Vi’s control. Vi’s hips began to move on their own accord, much to her ego’s dismay.
Through the haze of lust Caitlyn’s brain vaguely registered a door slamming open, followed by the sound of Caitlyn’s rowdy teammates. Vi immediately shoved off her and wiped her face with the bottom of her jersey, putting on a leisurely expression as if she wasn’t just humping Caitlyn’s thigh like a dog in heat only moments ago.
Before Caitlyn had any time to process what just happened, Vi picked up her stuff and practically sprinted out.
Caitlyn pretended to be digging in her locker when her teammate Maria rounded the corner.
“Hey, Cait. Are you coming or no? Everyone’s outside waiting for you.” Maria said, motioning behind her. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” Caitlyn said, a little too casually. Maria raised an eyebrow. ”Everything okay?” Maria asked. “Yeah, yeah. All good. I’ll catch up, okay? Don’t wait for me.” “Okay… well… see you, then.” Maria said slowly as she walked away. Caitlyn started packing up her stuff with a deep breath. Holy shit that was close. On the floor sat a red headband. Warwick’s? Caitlyn wondered as she picked it up. Sure enough, number 6 was printed on the inside. Before she could overthink it, she shoved it in her bag and stormed out.