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“WE THE CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD!” Tobin screamed, waving the number one sign with one hand and a bottle of champagne with the other. Everyone laughed, and Christen smiled, shaking her head at Tobin going crazy on stage.
They had just won the World Cup and they were all buzzing from the win--and copious amounts of alcohol. The team was partying with their friends and families and enjoying the high from the world championship.
“She’s hilarious,” Tyler said to Christen as she turned back to their conversation.
“She’s perfect,” Christen said absentmindedly as she stared at the midfielder attempting to do the whip on stage. “Oh my god, wait,” she quickly said as soon as she realized that she said that outloud. She felt her cheeks flushing and she cursed the bottle of champagne her and Julie finished in the locker room. “I didn’t mean that.”
Tyler smirked at her, fully knowing her sister’s underlying feelings for Tobin even though Christen never would admit it. She could tell from the way Christen lit up when she talked about Tobin and sometimes caught her admiring the toned midfielder.
“Whatever you say, little sis,” Tyler said.
“Christen Press!” Tobin slurred as she came up from behind Christen and wrapped her arm around her waist. Tobin’s fingers gripped the skin left exposed from her crop top and Christen could feel herself heating up. She reciprocated the side embrace, half longing for an excuse to put her hands on Tobin’s body, half trying to stabilize the stumbling girl.
“What’s up, Tobs?” Christen said breathing in her Old Spice deodorant and the lingering vodka Redbull on her lips. Her lips..., Christen thought, quickly shaking her wandering mind.
“Help me finish this,” Tobin slurred shoving the bottle of champagne in Christen’s face.
“No way,” she chuckled knowing that she was close to her own limit.
“More for me,” Tobin shrugged putting the bottle to her lips and taking a long sip. “Dance with me,” she said after gulping down the bubbly drink.
“I ….,” Christen started to object and she could feel Tyler’s eyes urging her to say yes.
“Puh-lease,” Tobin begged. She gave her the saddest puppy-dog eyes she could manage and Christen seriously wondered how anyone could say no to that face. Christen smiled and nodded her response. Tobin wasted no time dragging Christen by her hand to the dance floor right passed Tyler.
‘Sorry’, Christen mouthed to her sister who gave her a thumbs up and a wink. Christen rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the grin spreading on her face.
The rest of the night was a blur to Christen. Her family and teammates occasionally would come by to say their goodnights and congratulations. But for the most part, her attention was centered on the girl in front of her and how her perfect body moved to the beat of the music. Her heart fluttered every time Tobin’s hands lightly touched her sides and would sometimes sloppily graze her butt. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol or her imagination at work, but she swore she could see desire burning in Tobin’s eyes as they glanced over her.
After the majority of the commotion calmed down and people had cleared out, Tobin’s grip tightened around Christen’s waist and pulled the striker toward her so their bodies were pressed together.
“Take me home,” Tobin whispered in her ear, dripping with seduction. Christen gulped hard and nodded. She had never seen Tobin like this and something in her wanted to see more of this side. Christen grabbed her hand and half sprinted out the door eager to fulfill Tobin’s demand.
The cab ride back to the hotel was quick and silent. They didn’t need to say anything. They just stared at each other taking in every detail of the other woman and the moment. Smiles played on their lips and desire burned in their eyes.
“Do you, um, want to come to my room?” Christen asked in the elevator after pressing the button for her floor. She knew her roommate Ali would be with Ashlyn tonight so she had the room to herself. She just wanted confirmation from Tobin that she wasn’t imagining all of this; that Tobin wanted her just as bad.
“Mhmm,” the midfielder affirmed leaning against the back wall with her hands stuffed into her jean pockets. She doesn’t even know how sexy she looks, Christen thought taking in the woman in front of her.
They only rode up to the fourth floor but it felt like forever. It was enough to let Christen’s mind wander over all the scenarios that could happen after they stepped off the elevator. Her anxiety was spiking until the doors finally opened and she felt Tobin’s fingers intertwine with hers.
Tobin squeezed her hand and gave her famous ear-to-ear smile and Christen’s worries disappeared. She led them down the hall to her room and only fumbled the key card once before opening it.
The door hadn’t even shut behind them and Tobin’s fingers were already running through Christen’s hair, pulling their faces together. And before she knew it, the pillowy lips she had been dreaming about for months were surrounding hers. They were gentle and they tasted like alcohol and they were Tobin’s. Her heart was pounding so hard she swore she could feel her pulse on every inch of her body.
And in that moment she had completely forgotten they had just won the World Cup. It didn’t matter. She was kissing Tobin Heath.