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The first time it happened, Amber felt a little blindsided. (But really, who expects to be making out with their teammate at the Olympics?)
Amber was lying on the bed in her dorm in the Olympic Village— she was spiraling, as one does, legs half hanging off the mattress, face down into the pillow. She’d stopped crying a few minutes ago, now just moping in the darkness of the room. She’s still clad in her short program costume, but her hair has come loose and started fanning out around her head.
God, the short program. What a disaster.
She’d had it; she’d landed a fucking triple axel at the Olympics. Then she lost it all on a goddamn loop.
Amber groaned, burying her face further into the fabric of the pillowcase. She felt the wet spots from her earlier sobs, cold and slowly drying. Her phone buzzed from somewhere beside her, and she blindly grabbed in its direction.
Lifting her head, she winced at the sudden attack of brightness coming from her phone screen. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the phone’s light, blinking to clear away the remnants of a solid who-knows-how-many hours of crying and general moping. A litany of notifications lit up the screen, but her eyes focused on the most recent one.
[alysa]: im outside
[alysa]: open the door
[alysa]: isababy said u weren’t answering her texts
[alysa]: shes worried n so am i
Amber sat up hurriedly, rubbing her eyes. She cast a glance towards the door, then at the mess of her room. Random gear was still scattered everywhere, a result of her clothing haul videos. Her skate bag was haphazardly thrown on the floor, its contents spilling out like a sad, 13th-place murder scene.
She stood, clearing out the worst of the mess on the way to the door, and fumbled with the light switch. The light flickered on, banishing the darkness from the room. Amber gave herself a once-over through the mirror near the door and winced at her appearance. Her makeup was a mess, mascara and eyeliner leaving dark tracks around her eyes. Her neat updo was falling apart in segments, loose strands framing her face and neck. Her costume was crumpled and falling off one shoulder, zipper down in the back.
Before she could do anything to remedy the disaster, her phone buzzed again with a notification.
[alysa]: amber
[alysa]: i can literally hear u moving around in there
[alysa]: open the door
Amber took a deep, steadying breath, running a hand over her face, fruitlessly trying to wipe away evidence of her tears. She opened the door to find Alysa, clad in a t-shirt and dark blue sweatpants, her hand half-raised, ready to knock. Alysa’s hand dropped as she scanned Amber’s form, wincing when she saw the tear tracks and smudged makeup.
“...Hey,” Alysa said gently.
Amber sucked in a breath, “That bad?”
“Kinda,” Alysa shrugged.
“Yeah, thought so,” Amber muttered dryly, and opened the door further to let the younger girl step into the room. Alysa stepped into the room, not even blinking at the uncharacteristic disarray. Her focus was still locked on Amber.
“Got something to make you feel better, though.” Alysa pulled out a small plastic tub of tiramisu from her hoodie’s pocket, along with two plastic spoons— stolen from the cafeteria, no doubt.
Amber smiled despite herself and made to reach for one of the spoons, but Alysa pulled her hand out of reach.
“Nuh uh,” Alysa tutted.
At Amber’s confused frown, Alysa made an exaggerated gesture of dragging her gaze up and down the older girl’s form. Amber let out a quiet laugh that sounded more like an exhale and set off towards the bathroom.
When she emerged, face clean and clad in a pair of pajama pants and a spare Team USA long-sleeve shirt, feeling a little better and significantly more refreshed, Alysa was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, two spoons already stabbed into the small tub of tiramisu, scrolling through Amber’s laptop— wait. Amber felt a record scratch in her mind.
“How’d you open my laptop?”
“I didn’t. I’m trying to.” Alysa frowned.
Amber watched as the younger girl typed out a series of letters and numbers, then cursed when the lock screen remained. Amber crossed the room in three quick steps, nudging Alysa aside as she grabbed the laptop.
“Move over. Before you get me locked out of my own laptop.”
Alysa scoffed, “Whatever.”
The younger girl then reached across Amber’s lap to grab the small dessert tub, her back brushing Amber’s chest momentarily. The blonde’s breath hitched at the brief contact, the sudden warmth that surrounded her. She caught the scent of Alysa’s shampoo, something bright and citrusy and so distinctly Alysa. Amber tried to feign nonchalance, like she wasn’t overwhelmed by the proximity, which was going well until—
“Ah—” Alysa's arm strained to reach the dessert, causing her to lose balance and plant her free hand on Amber’s thigh for balance.
Amber felt herself go pink at the sound and the sudden contact. She cleared her throat, turning her gaze away from the back of Alysa’s head, reaching back towards the bed to drag the comforter down onto the floor. When she turned back, Alysa was off her lap (thank god), but her eyes caught a glimpse of Alysa’s midriff where her shirt had ridden up.
Jesus Christ, is that a belly button piercing?
Amber swallowed, ripping her eyes away and dragging her gaze back up towards Alysa’s face. Thankfully, the younger girl was fixated on the now open laptop screen, logging into her Crunchyroll account as she settled against Amber’s side. Their shoulders and thighs pressed against each other, with Amber’s laptop resting on her knees, and the tiramisu tub settled on Alysa’s lap.
Half an hour passed like that, both of them settled in comfortable silence, occasionally broken by murmured commentary on the newest episode of Jujutsu Kaisen. They passed the dessert tub back and forth until it was empty. Alysa leaned further into Amber’s side, resting her head on the blonde’s shoulder. Amber let her head fall on top of Alysa’s, closing her eyes and letting out a contented hum. They stayed like that for a while, even when the credits rolled on the episode. The room was once again filled with silence, but even when Amber’s laptop screen went dark with inactivity, they didn’t move.
Then, Alysa shifted against Amber’s side, her hand snaking beneath the comforter to intertwine with Amber’s.
“For what it’s worth, you did great,” Alysa murmured against Amber’s shoulder.
Amber let out a dry, humourless chuckle, “Thanks for saying that.”
“No, I mean it,” Alysa said, her other hand reaching up to squeeze Amber’s arm, reassuringly.
Amber felt something in her chest tighten at the sincerity in the younger girl’s words.
“Thanks,” she muttered, a little more genuine.
Alysa lifted her head from its resting place on the blonde’s shoulder. She squinted up suspiciously at the older girl.
“You don’t believe me.”
At her words, Amber shrugged, “Thirteenth place speaks for itself, no?”
“You still did great,” Alysa huffed, turning to face Amber fully, though she didn’t let go of her hand. “Really,” she said, as if she could make Amber believe it through sheer force of will.
Again, Amber shrugged noncommittally. Alysa sighed, deciding to switch tactics.
“You feeling better, at least?”
Amber smiled, then. She turned to face her and squeezed Alysa’s hand, “Yeah. Thank you, really.”
“How much better?” Alysa asked, a serious expression on her face.
Amber huffed out a surprised laugh, “What?”
“How much better?” Alysa repeated, a frown pulling at her features.
“A lot better, really. I promise you don’t need to worry.” Amber swore, before bursting into a fit of giggles. At Alysa’s confused expression, Amber only laughed harder.
“Sorry! It’s just—” Amber stifled a laugh in the sleeve of her shirt. “You’re looking at me so seriously while you have a bunch of tiramisu all over your—”
“What?! And you didn’t tell me? I swear to god, Amber—” Alysa untangled their hands and wiped around her mouth with the back of her hand as Amber collapsed in a fit of giggles against the foot of the bed.
Alysa rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance, though deep down she felt a surge of warmth at seeing the blonde girl laughing so openly after seeing her so somber mere hours before. She pulled her hand away from her face.
“Better?”
Amber’s giggles faded, though the mirth in her eyes remained. “There’s still a little bit near your mouth.”
Alysa wiped at her mouth again, though to no avail.
“No, here—” Amber’s hand reached up to wipe away the remaining crumbs at the corner of Alysa’s mouth, cupping her face. Her thumb ended up brushing against Alysa’s bottom lip by accident, and Alysa felt a shiver run down her spine.
“There, all gone,” Amber whispered, her features had softened from the amused look she previously wore into something more…tender. Her hand still hadn’t pulled away from Alysa’s face.
Alysa’s eyes dropped to Amber’s lips, then back up to her eyes, and she felt something electric shoot through her nervous system. Amber’s eyes had darkened, pupils swallowing the bright blue of her irises. She was looking at Alysa intently, though her expression was no less warm.
“What were you gonna do if I wasn’t?” Amber whispered.
“Hm?” Alysa snapped out of her reverie.
“If I said I didn’t feel any better. What were you gonna do?” Amber leaned in, their breaths mingling in the sliver of space left between them.
In a surge of boldness, Alysa raised a hand to cup the older girl’s face. Her pulse was racing as she glanced down at Amber’s parted lips.
“Something like this.”
She leaned in.
Their lips met. Softly at first, a tentative press of lips. Alysa’s other hand reached up to grip Amber’s waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush. Amber gasped softly in surprise, her hand reaching up to tangle in Alysa’s ringed hair. Alysa deepened the kiss, their mouths sliding together in a fervent liplock.
Alysa suddenly swung a leg over Amber’s lap, straddling the blonde. The older girl let out a groan of surprise, her hand settling on Alysa’s waist, pulling their hips flush against each other. Alysa let out a soft whine at the friction, rolling her hips in an attempt to press further.
Amber felt her body flush at Alysa’s whine, gripping her waist harder and canting her hips up in response. Alysa broke from the kiss and let out a groan into the crook of Amber’s neck. One of Amber’s hands wandered up, to the small of Alysa’s back and to the nape of her neck, before tangling once again in the younger girl’s hair. She tugged, forcing Alysa to meet her heavy gaze.
When their eyes met, Alysa grinned, her smiley glinting in the light and standing out against her swollen lips.
“Feel better?” Alysa panted, her body still flush against Amber’s.
“Mmh, I don’t know. Might need to see a bit more.” Amber’s grip on Alysa’s hair tightened again, dragging her forward into another hungry kiss.
Alysa groaned into the kiss, and Amber took the opportunity to slip her tongue into the girl’s mouth. Alysa’s hand wandered down, playing with the hem of the blonde’s shirt, silently asking for permission. Amber pulled away from the kiss, leaning back to pull her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. Alysa’s mouth suddenly felt dry as her gaze flitted over the blonde’s muscular upper body, clad in nothing but a plain black sports bra. Amber leaned back on her hands, her shoulders flexing at the action.
Alysa swallowed thickly, all her earlier courage suddenly flushed down the drain at the sight of the woman before her.
She was panting on the blonde’s lap, desperately trying to catch her breath.
Amber tilted her head teasingly, “You like what you see?”
Wordlessly, Alysa climbed off of Amber’s lap, not letting any confusion cross the older woman’s face as she grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the bed.
Alysa collapsed backwards onto the mattress, propping herself up on one elbow and pulling Amber on top of her by the waistband of her sweatpants.
“Thought this was about making me feel better,” Amber chuckled.
“Do you not?”
In lieu of a response, Amber leaned down, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down Alysa’s neck. The girl beneath her groaned, tilting her head back for further access. Amber kissed all the way down to her pulse point, feeling the girl’s pulse racing against her lips. She bit down, hard enough to leave a mark, sucking at the skin until it bruised purple. Beneath her, Alysa whimpered, and a hand snaked up to tug at blonde locks. Amber pulled away, watching the blood bloom underneath Alysa’s pale skin.
Her hands snaked up Alysa’s shirt, softly tracing along her ribcage before palming at a covered breast. Alysa keened beneath her, hips rolling up against Amber’s in search of friction.
“Please,” Alysa whined.
“Please, what?”
“Hah…More, please.”
A loud whimper tore itself from Alysa’s throat as Amber shifted, pressing a muscled thigh against Alysa’s core. She dragged Amber down into a sloppy kiss, tongues sliding against each other as Amber’s hand found its way back up to Alysa’s chest. She squeezed the mound of flesh, relishing in the sound of Alysa’s keening whine. Her hand traveled down, finding the hem of Alysa’s shirt. She waited for a murmured agreement against her lips before breaking the kiss and tugging it off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside to join her own shirt on the floor.
Alysa lay back against the white sheets, pale skin flushed, and chest heaving from exertion. Her hand trailed down Amber’s torso, dragging her fingernails against sculpted abs, eliciting a full-body shiver from the girl above her. Her hand stopped at the waistband of Amber’s sweats, eyebrows raised in silent question. Amber shook her head.
“No, not tonight.” At that, Alysa’s eyebrows shot up further. Another night, then?
“But I did wanna try something,” Amber continued.
Before Alysa had any chance to ask, Amber’s hands settled against her hips once more, grinding Alysa’s hips into her thigh and rolling her hips at the same time. A loud moan escaped from Alysa’s throat, her eyebrows pinched, and her mouth open in an oh shape. Amber bit back a grin at her reaction before settling into a rhythm, repeating the motion continuously.
Alysa’s skin prickled; every inch of her felt warm. Small, pathetic whimpers left her mouth with each steady roll of Amber’s hips. The friction felt deliriously good, but somehow not enough. She whined, gripping Amber’s shoulders and dragging her down so their bodies were flush. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, Amber releasing her grip on Alysa’s waist and bracing her arm against the mattress, her other hand reaching up to cup Alysa’s face.
At the change in position, the roll of Amber’s hips transformed into something more akin to a thrust, her movement growing more desperate and needy. Alysa’s nails dug into the skin of Amber’s shoulders and dragged down her back, drawing a low groan from the blonde.
Alysa pressed the thigh against Amber’s core harder, drawing another groan. Amber’s head dropped onto her shoulder, burying her face against the crook of her neck.
“God…” Amber rasped into her neck, voice strained. “Fuck— ‘m close.”
Alysa felt white-hot arousal shoot through her at Amber’s words, the sensation coiling in her stomach. She pressed her thigh upwards, accompanied by a roll of her hips, eliciting a loud moan from the girl above her.
Amber pressed hot, wet kisses down Alysa’s neck before she shifted her hips and gasped in Alysa’s ear.
“Ah— Fuck, that's so good.”
Amber started muttering against her skin, each word becoming less and less legible, until the only thing Alysa could make out was soft cries of her name.
“Fuck, Alysa…Ngh— ‘Lys, ‘m so close.”
Alysa ran her hands all across Amber’s body, pressing kisses wherever she could reach. At the same time, she felt the coil in her stomach growing tighter and tighter. Her hips devolved into an erratic rhythm, chasing her high against Amber’s thigh.
“I know, baby. Fuck— me too.”
Amber whined at the pet name, grinding down hard into Alysa’s thigh once, twice, before—
“Ah—— Fuck!”
Amber’s whole body tensed, arms flexing against the mattress, incidentally causing her thigh to press up further against Alysa’s core.
Alysa’s nails scratched down the length of Amber’s back as she climaxed, mouth open in a silent scream. For a moment, the two ground against each other, trying to prolong the sensation before collapsing in a sweaty heap on the mattress.
Alysa laid an arm over her eyes, her whole body flushed and panting. Amber rolled over slowly, lying down on her back next to Alysa. The double bed of the dorms didn’t offer much space, so their sides still pressed against each other as they came down from the high. Their panting turned into softer and softer breaths, and Amber was half convinced Alysa had fallen asleep until—
“So, feel better?”
Amber snorted, lying on her side and draping an arm over Alysa’s waist. She nuzzled her face into the crook of the younger girl’s neck.
“Shut up.”
Alysa giggled, and the room fell into peaceful silence. Alysa was half asleep when she heard it.
“Thank you,” Amber whispered against her jaw, pressing a soft kiss there before settling her face in Alysa’s neck.
“Anytime,” Alysa replied, turning her head and placing a soft kiss on the blonde’s hairline, before drifting off to sleep.