WOSO Imagines

WAG (Alanna Kennedy)

"Lani! Why are your boots in the washroom?" I yell down the hallway.

She pops her head out of the bedroom. "I took them off when I showered last night and I forgot."

"You'd forget your head if it wasn't attached to your neck." I place the boots at her feet as I walk past her in the doorway, stopping just inside when I notice she hasn't got a shirt on yet. She's leaning against the wall, only in a pair of sweats and a sports bra. I discreetly let my eyes wander over her, biting my lip.

"Take a photo, babe, it'll last longer," she smirks.

I wink at her. "Who needs a photo when I have the real thing, mate?"

"Mate?" she repeats, raising an eyebrow.

"Did you think I liked you romantically? I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I just want to be friends." I pat her shoulder, not able to suppress a grin. I turn away from her and attempt to walk towards my closet when a pair of arms wraps around my waist and pulls me back.

"Do you take all your friends to bed, or am I the exception?" she whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine. "I don't remember you moaning 'mate' last night."

"Lani," I whine.

"Don't start something you can't finish, mate," she says, overprounouncing the 't.'

I lean into her, crossing my arms over hers and turning my head to kiss her cheek. "As much as I'm enjoying our little foreplay, you're supposed to meet the team in the lobby like," I glance at the clock, "now. I assume you have everything?"

She puts her chin on my shoulder, leaning her head against mine. "Now that you've found my boots, yep."

I hum, closing my eyes and just enjoying being this close to her. The long distance thing was hard with her being in Manchester for most of the year and me being home in Sydney. Anytime I get to spend more than a day with her during the season, I savor every second.

We met when she was on loan to Sydney Fc and when she went on another loan to Tottenham, we spent almost every day on facetime. The time difference really sucked. When she signed for Man City, I almost called it quits, not wanting to tie her down while she was in another country. We fought all the time about stupid things and when I told her we should take a break, she flew home a week early and convinced me we could work.

"What're you thinking about, babe?" she asks, her voice vibrating against my neck.

I smile. "How I'm glad you're so stubborn."

"Really?"

"And how you really are going to be late if you don't move your butt."

She groans as she removes her arms from around me, grabbing her boots and stuffing them in her bag. "Ready."

"You sure?"

"Snacks, check. Water, check. Boots, check," she says as she rifles through her bag. "Everything else is already at the stadium."

I walk over to her, trailing a finger down her abs. "I'm all for you shirtless, but I don't know if I want to share you with the world." I kiss her, pulling away when she tries to deepen it.

"You're such a tease, Em."

I stick my tongue out at her and throw one of her shirts, hitting her in the chest. "Go."

She pulls it over her head and I follow her to the door. "You have your ticket?"

"Yep."

"And my kit?"