My Girl
“There she was just a walking down the beach, singing-“
“Street,” Misty interrupted.
“What?” Kerri did a little pirouette turn and stopped to look at the brunette.
“She’s a walking down the street, you said beach.”
“Is the mic in your hand?” Kerri asked archly, waving her hairbrush casually.
Misty smiled. “No, it’s not.”
“Then it’s beach. Moving on.” Kerri started to prance around the room, her hips swaying outrageously in time to the beat.
“Looked good.” Step hip. “Looked fine.” Step hip. “Looked good, looked fine-“
“And I’m happy that she’s mine,” Misty murmured under her breath. She continued to watch attentively from her seat on the bed as her partner swished around the room in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, singing slightly off key.
Finally, after Kerri danced crazily two more times around the room, Misty decided to be the mature one and turn out the lights.
“My spotlights,” Kerri protested, a pout clearly in her voice.
“We need to go to sleep,” Misty said firmly, crawling under the covers. “Biggest game of our lives tomorrow, and I’m not having you pass out in the middle of it.”
“You’re so sweet to worry.” Kerri tossed her hairbrush microphone carelessly into her bag and jumped into bed next to Misty, a tumbling mass of long hair and even longer limbs.
“What are you doing?”
“Going to bed,” Kerri replied impishly.
“In my bed?” They had clearly agreed to not having any extra workouts before the gold medal game. Or at least, Misty thought they had clearly agreed.
“I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Kerri affected an innocent little grin.
Misty gave her partner a dubious look.
“I sleep better when I can feel you. You do want me well rested, don’t you?”
“Fine,” but Misty was smiling.
Kerri beamed and immediately threw her arm around Misty’s waist, snuggling in close.
Warm, cozy, and feeling kind of fuzzy inside, Misty decided it wasn’t such a bad idea to sleep together and started to drift off.
“Hey Misty? We’re going to win tomorrow, right?”
“Sure,” Misty mumbled sleepily, yawning.
“I really hope we do.” Kerri’s breath was soft against tanned skin. “You’ve gone through so much to get here. I want this for you.”
This made Misty roll over to face the blonde, her eyes wide and serious. “You really think I came back to play for gold?”
“Didn’t you?”
“Part of it, yeah.” Misty raised her hand to cup Kerri’s cheek gently, making sure Kerri didn’t look away. “But it was for you. You wanted this more than anything. Tomorrow, I just want to see you smile.”
Kerri leaned in, lightly pressing their lips together.
“You, Misty May, are always my hero.”
“Please don’t start singing,” Misty teased, tweaking Kerri’s nose.
“Fuck you.” Kerri kissed Misty again, harder this time, her tongue flickering out to trace against Misty’s lips. When Misty was suitably distracted by the kiss, Kerri slipped her hands under the covers to run down Misty’s back and pull them together.
“What happened to keeping your hands to yourself?”
“I lied.”