Lisa finds herself groaning as she moves her shoulders up and down, trying to get some feeling back into her sore muscles.
Whoever told her that cross country would have been a good activity to spice up her college application clearly hadn't weighted the deal against the soreness she would feel after each practice. BamBam claps her on her back as she passes him by, and she smiles with the few muscles that don't ache.
She watches her teammates filter out of the locker room chatting, leaving her alone in the room with a few goodbyes thrown over their shoulders. She does her best to wave them back, her arms burning from the strange stretches coach kept making them do.
She shakes her hair out of her ponytail, almost groaning again in relief when her sweaty forehead makes contact with the cold, cold metal of her locker. It was truly a pain to start training again after summer break. Lisa could literally hear all of her muscles screaming in pain.
Fucking fartleks -they had no business being so fucking painful with a name like that.
She shrugs off her t-shirt, throwing into her bag and ignoring the splat noise it made falling inside it. Future Lisa can deal with the grossness of her uniform, Now Lisa just wants to get into the shower and never, ever have to come out again.
"Well, if this is the new uniform, I think there's going to be a lot of turn up at your next race."
Lisa's pretty sure she just jumped so high she entered the Guinness' world record no sweat, "Jesus Christ."
"I prefer Solar." the voice quips and Lisa roll her eyes, bending down to look for a towel. She's so not going to give her the satisfaction.
"What are you doing here?" she asks as she hears Solar plop down on one of the metal benches, and when she risks a glance back, Solar's eyes are already trained on her. She fights off a blush when she sees Solar's lips curl into an appreciative smirk.
"Practice ended early, figured I'd pop by."
"Cute." Lisa huffs, straightening up, towel in hand, "But I know you're the one who decides when practice ends."
Solar's lips curl into an almost real smile, this time. "So maybe I saw you running and thought you looked miserable enough I could come to lift your day up."
"Did you now?"
Solar laughs, and there's the proper smile Lisa remembers.
"Yes."
"And what are you going to do to accomplish that?"
Solar stands up from the bench much more gracefully than should be legally allowed, more or less sauntering towards Lisa, pushing a hand into her hair and kissing her before Lisa has the time to think 'hot'.
She drops her towel, as she kisses her back and lets herself be pushed gently backwards until her back hits the row of lockers.
(Sometimes it's nice to not be in control.)
She moans as Solar kisses her neck, finding that little sweet spot that made Lisa see stars as she made her way down to her collarbones slowly.
"If you want me to stop, just say the word." Solar whispers against her neck, and Lisa barely has the presence of mind to breathe out a 'don't you dare' before Solar resumes her ministrations. Her head hits the cold metal of the locker as she lets out another moan.
She starts moving her hands up and down Solar's hips, loving the way her hands slipped so easily over and under her cheerleading uniform that really, really leaves nothing to imagination, barely making contact with her ass when Solar draws away from her neck with a gasp.
