Love On The Court

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕊𝕚𝕩

📆: September 5th, 2022
📍: Rockefeller Center, New York City
⚠️: Smut

Toni clutches the bouquet of orchids and Lilies in her hands while she stands in front of Cheryl's dressing room door. Her hand comes up to tap on the wood softly causing a soft tapping sound to fill the air. "Come in!" her girl's angelic voice calls from the other side.

Opening the red–not surprisingly–door, the athlete offers a grin once Cheryl is in sight. She thinks the make-up guru looks so ethereal with her black fitted dress and hair did up into a bun, some ginger strands falling out.

"Hey, gorgeous." the brunette greets with the same grin, shutting the door behind her gently before locking it.

"Hey, baby." Cheryl's cheeks flush while she tries to focus on her mascara. "You're like two hours early." she then says, putting down the stick to give her girlfriend her attention.

"Well..." the brunette bites her lip. "I just wanted to see my beautiful girl. And give you these." she catches green eyes in the mirror and she smiles, her heart fluttering.

"Oh, baby, that's so sweet." the model declares then finally turns around to face her. The brunette treks over to her girl with a bitten lip, bending down to her level to peck her lips.

The model smiles during each peck, their hearts thudding authentically behind their ribcages. "Thank you for the flowers, baby. I love them." Cheryl says once they pull away.

"Anything for my girl." the athlete winks as she stands up.
She watches as the make-up specialist returns to her task. Every morning, before Cheryl would leave for work–or gets ready for the day–she always watches while the redhead does her make-up.

It's so satisfying. Cheryl doesn't wear much make up anyway, it's mostly just some daps of foundation, lipgloss–or stick–and mascara. Sometimes eyeshadow, but that's rare.

"Stoppp." Cheryl's giggling brings her out of her thoughts.

"What?" she smirks, claiming the chair beside her girl. The redhead shakes her head as she tries to focus. "You're making me nervous," she admits.

"Oh?" the athlete chuckles. "Am I now?"

The model rolls her eyes at her love's smugness. "Yes. And don't act like you don't know that you do."

Toni licks her dry lips as she rests her hands on Cheryl's thighs. "You said you have two hours, right?"

Ginger tresses bounce when the woman turns to look at her, meeting her lustful gaze. "I do..." she mumbles. Light brown eyes darken at the confirmation, which Cheryl immediately takes notice of.

She lets Toni take her hand and her breathing hitches when the brunette places it right over the bulge in her jeans. "You teased me so much last night, my love." the athlete's voice comes out raspy, husky. It makes her body tingle.

"I think it's about to time you...take accountability, don't you think?"

Cheryl stares into her favorite pair of hazel eyes with a bitten lip. Her eyes then travel to the tiny digital clock on her table. They have more than enough time.

Fuck it. She thinks. Because she knows that she needs a release after her teasing from last night too.

Getting up, Toni standing along with her, she pulls the brunette over to the blue leather couch.

"Fuck." the brunette grunts when she is pushed to sit down by her girlfriend. Cheryl unzips her dress skillfully and Toni's dick pulses at the sight as the redhead steps out of it and sets it off to the side where it'll be safe.