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The game had not gone the way Greta had wanted. Yes, the Peaches pulled out another win on the road, but the first baseman couldn't get a hit for her life and she made three errors in the field. Her teammates had tried to cheer her up in the dugout, sensing the frustration in the tall woman.
“Hey, Gill,” Ana hollered from the other end of the bench as Greta dropped down the stairs after out number three, “Don’t worry about it. We got your back.”
“Two errors in five innings?! Save it,” Greta snipped, slamming her mitt on the bench.
“Hoo… ok,” Lupe muttered under her breath.
“Bird, we practically got half the game left,” Jo said as she approached the redhead. “Plenty of chances to turn it around. Plus, Ana’s right. We got you.”
“I don’t want to hear it, ok, Joey?”
DeLuca just nodded and turned away, leaving Greta be.
Carson, not having seen this side of Greta in a game, watched from afar, unsure of how to be a good coach and a good girlfriend.
The game went on and the bulk of the Peaches line-up got hit after hit, a few homers, some sac flies, and easy steals. Yet, Greta still could not put the bat on the ball. After what would be her final strike-out in the ninth (and another error in the eighth), Greta, knowing she couldn’t let on to her emotions on the field, quickly stalked away from the batter’s box, smacking her gum as she went. Carson, next up to bat, had to say something.
“Greta, it’s ok,” she whispered, keeping her head down as the redhead passed her.
Greta only shook her head, no.
The rest of the team celebrated the win in the field and in the locker room. But knowing their teammate needed space, they all stayed away from Greta, who quickly packed up her locker and was the first one on the bus.
Because they now roomed together in Rockford, Carson and Greta didn’t need to fight to room together on the road. Normally, this provided a more special night for the lovers, but tonight, Carson wasn’t so sure.
“Hey, Greta,” Carson dropped her bag by the door of the hotel room after the two had entered. “I don’t know what happened for you today, but it’s ok. We still pulled out a win, and we’re looking good for the playoffs so it’s-”
Greta spun around to face the catcher, crossed her arms and glared.
Carson was silenced by the look. Greta stood, unmoving, as if waiting for the catcher to continue.
“...We all have off days, Greta.”
“I don’t.”
Carson was taken aback.
“I can’t,” Greta continued. “I fuck it up for me, I fuck it up for this team, and I get traded, and I don’t make as much, and I can’t make a…”
Greta silenced herself. She took a deep breath, sighed loudly, and turned to begin unpacking her things.
“Greta. Listen to me. You’re not going anywhere. You had a bad day. I had a bad day last week. Jo had a bad day the week before that. Do you see either of us going anywhere? I understand you’re frustrated. I get it.”
Greta stopped unpacking, but didn’t turn back towards her girlfriend.
“Clearly, that’s not what you need to hear right now. But you also can’t keep all that anger inside, Greta, that’s not healthy. So… I don’t know! Maybe you do just need to let it out.”
Greta sighed and turned to face Carson.
“Carson, I didn’t do my job today. Everything I know how to do well, I didn’t. It’s like I couldn’t get out of my own head. It was like I wasn’t even in my body.”
Carson was quiet for a moment, taking in the thoughts Greta had just shared. “Ok… ok.” Carson muttered to herself, so quiet Greta could barely hear her. “Well, then, you need to get back into your body.”
“What? Carson, I really don’t feel like playing word games with you right now.” Greta huffed. “Can we just get ready for bed like we always do? It’s a night alone…” Greta reached for the brunette’s arms, closing the distance. “I’d rather not waste it.”
Carson’s eyes were distant, so Greta pressed, “What? What is it?”
Carson’s eyes snapped to the redhead. “Use me.”
“Pardon?”
“Use me.”
Greta just stared.
“I’m serious. You’re frustrated, and rightfully so. But we have a game tomorrow and you can’t be like this two days in a row. We need you in your body, so do something you’re good at and have control over.”
“Carson, what are you –”
“Our room is far enough away from anyone else. No one will hear. Use me. Take control.”
“Cars, I-” Greta began, slowly.
“No, listen. You’ve been going to the underground clubs longer than I have. If I’ve heard about all the… “ Carson gestured, incoherently, “ things couples do, there’s no way you haven’t.”
Greta’s eyes widened as she finally realized what Carson was offering. “Have you ever…?” Greta’s voice trailed off, but her eyes stayed glued to Carson.
Carson gulped and shook her head.
Greta read the desire in her eyes. “But you want to… Carson, I don’t want to do anything you don’t…”
“I want to.”
An aroused grin blossomed on Greta’s face. “Ok.”
Both women breathed the other in, the tension thick.
“But, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. And… and I want this. I trust you.”
Greta took a deep breath. “Right. Ok.”
“And I don’t need you to be gentle.”
“That…“ Greta grinned, ”That I can do. But, listen, Carson, if we’re gonna do this, we have to talk about it, ok?”
“Yeah! Yeah, of course. We can do that.”
“Good. Ok,” Greta said, breathless, in grateful disbelief that this was actually happening. She took a step closer. “How do you feel about being restrained?”
“I like it when you tell me to keep my hands somewhere. Or hold them over my head. So… good, I think?”
“Mmm.” Greta moved Carson’s hands she was holding behind the brunette’s back, pulling their chests together. The redhead felt Carson’s breaths get heavy. “And I assume since you want me to not be gentle, you won’t mind a little pain?”
“Um… uh… what… what do you have in mind?”
“What if I slapped your ass like I do when we’re on the field?”
Carson’s breath hitched. “Yeah. Yeah, I think that’d be ok.”
“Can I use my nails?”
“Oh.. fuck.” Carson shuddered just thinking about it.
“And that means…?” Greta teased.
“Yes,” Carson quickly replied. “Please.”
“Ooh! Well, then. I have what I need.” Greta leaned down and placed a kiss on Carson’s jaw. “I’ll check in, though. You tell me where you’re at. ‘Green’ means good, ‘yellow’ means pause, ‘red’ is stop immediately. Got it?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
With that, Greta, still holding onto Carson’s hands, backed her up against the nearest wall and brought their lips together in a filthy kiss, sending flames into Carson’s core. Greta used her hips to pin Carson against the wall and free her own hands. The redhead’s teeth bit down harshly on Carson’s bottom lip, causing the shorter woman to moan loudly into the kiss. With her now freed hands, Greta worked her way to the front of Carson’s blouse, and undid the first button as she pulled her mouth away from Carson’s.
“Do you care about this shirt?”
“What? Um, no. It was a hand-me-down from Meg.”
“Wonderful.”
Greta yanked her hands apart, tearing the blouse open, and sending buttons flying.
“Holy shit,” Carson gasped.
Greta smirked and dragged the blouse off Carson’s shoulders, pulling her hips back a few inches to allow Carson to shed the clothing.
Having kept a hold of the garment, Greta flung the now ruined blouse across the room, not watching where it was going. Her mouth dove back onto Carson’s, tongue pushing it’s way past her lips, and licked the roof of her mouth. She heard a muffled cry come from the brunette. Greta released Carson’s lower lip with a pop and murmured, “I want to hear you, baby.” Then, the redhead kissed her way down Carson’s neck, before latching on to her breast, just above her bra.
Carson complied with a loud groan, bucking her hips forward in an attempt to add pressure to her center. In response, Greta backed up, her hands gripping the shorter woman’s elbows as she pulled her towards the bed. The redhead then spun the pair around so that the back of Carson’s knees bumped up against the edge of the mattress.
Face to face, the women stood - Greta’s eye’s dark with desire and Carson’s eager with anticipation. Suddenly, Greta released Carson’s elbows and placed her hands on the shorter woman’s hips. She winked, then pushed the brunette back onto the bed, which elicited a strangled yelp from Carson as she landed.
“Scoot up. Then close your eyes.” Greta commanded. She watched Carson until the catcher had fully complied. Then, the redhead bent over their game bags, retrieved an item and stepped back towards the bed, setting the item on the bedside table. Finally, she climbed on top of Carson, straddling her hips.
Feeling the weight of her girlfriend on top of her in all the right places, Carson’s eyes flew open to see the redhead leaning forward.
“I’m sorry, was I not clear?” Greta asked sternly. “Eyes. Closed.” Greta punctuated as she drew closer. “Now.”
When she saw she had gotten what she wanted, Greta laid a feather-light kiss just below Carson’s right earlobe. Her hands flirted their way across Carson’s hips and abdomen, then up the shorter woman’s sides. Once Greta’s hands reached Carson’s bra line, she slid her fingers underneath the shorter woman, prompting her to arch her back slightly as Greta undid the clasp. The first baseman trailed her lips back up to Carson’s, letting the smaller woman lead the kiss as Greta focused on inching the confining fabric off Carson’s back. It wasn’t news how the catcher responded to Greta’s actions, which was exactly why she let herself give up one element of control for the other. And she relished in the low moan that followed.
Greta had finally pulled the last of the bra out from under Carson, and made a show of dragging it down Carson’s arms. Once the clothing was free of the catcher’s wrists, Greta shifted her weight so her right hand could drop the bra off the edge of the bed. Her hands then gripped both of Carson’s wrists and began to slide them up the mattress.
“Don’t move.” Greta whispered into Carson’s ear as their hands reached the slotted headboard. Greta sat back and retrieved the item from the bedside table. She adjusted the position of Carson’s hands.
Carson felt leather slide across her wrists as Greta continued to work silently.
“Pull down for me? I want to check my work,” the taller woman requested.
Carson gave a small tug and was surprised to realize her hands were fully secured to the headboard. She opened her eyes in time to see a flash of a smile from Greta, who was clearly pleased with herself.
“Take a look, babe. I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
The shorter woman turned her head up towards the headboard and groaned as she laid eyes on a bright red leather belt, scuffed with dirt. Greta had used her own game belt to tie Carson’s hands to the bed frame.
“This still good?” Greta’s voice gently broke Carson’s focus from the belt above her head.
Carson turned her eyes back to meet Greta’s. “Uh-huh. Good. This is good,” she stuttered.
In response, Greta leaned back down to kiss the brunette, once again biting Carson’s lower lip, then soothing it with her tongue. Her hands moved to Carson’s sides, thumbs just brushing the underside of the smaller woman’s breasts. Greta could sense the impatience of Carson, feeling the way the catcher’s lower half attempted to shift Greta’s hands to where she wanted them. Complying with the brunette’s demands, Greta’s hands moved lower, both resting just above Carson’s pubic bone.
Then she pushed up.
Carson’s eyes opened with confusion. She watched as Greta took her weight off her hips and backed down the foot of the bed.
“What’s happening?” Carson asked, out of breath.
Greta stood, eyeing the gorgeous woman in front of her. “Wow.”
“Wow, what?” Carson prodded.
“I’m just thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you tonight.”
Carson swallowed as her brain processed the statement.
“Look at me,” Greta demanded. Carson’s eyes rose to meet Greta’s, and Greta reached for the tie on her wrap dress.
“I’m going to tell you every…” The red head pulled at the knot, and the strings came undone.
“Single…” her hands flicked the strings away from the rest of the fabric.
“Thing…” Greta’s fingers slid under the top layer of her dress and peeled it off a shoulder.
“That I’m going to do to you tonight.” The redhead let gravity pull the rest of the dress off her other shoulder and pool on the hardwood floor.
“First, I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you come undone.” Greta stepped out of her slip, and Carson sucked in a breath at the sight of her girlfriend in her bra and underwear.
“Probably make you come with my mouth, too,” she added as an afterthought.
“I’ll make marks on your back you won’t be able to get rid of for a week.” Greta placed a knee on the bed, in between Carson’s calves.
“Hold you in ways you haven’t been held before.” Greta leaned her body weight onto the bed and glided her hands to the button that secured Carson’s skirt.
“What I’m going to do won’t leave you with a shred of control…” Slender fingers unbuttoned the skirt and pulled the fabric open gently.
“But you’ll only come when I say you can come.” In one swift motion, Greta hooked her pointer and middle fingers in the hem of Carson’s skirt and underwear, and tugged both pieces of clothing down at once.
Carson, stunned at the monologue Greta had just delivered, bucked her hips up to allow the taller woman to shed the clothing completely.
Greta, still kneeling between Carson’s calves, separated the skirt from the underwear. Her eyes never left Carson’s as she swung the skirt towards the other bed and let go. As the fabric settled on the floor, Greta brought Carson’s underwear to her nose and sniffed deeply.
“Mmm… I love knowing I’ve done this to you,” the redhead teased as she wrapped the underwear around her wrist twice, like a ponytail holder. “So…” Greta reached behind herself, undid the clasp of her own bra and let it fall to the floor. “Color?”
“Good.. good, I mean, green, it's good and green,” Carson stuttered.
Greta chuckled at the woman before her.
Then, she slid her own underwear down her long legs, Carson’s eyes following as far as they could.
“Good,” Greta said with a mischievous smile.