the actress & the athlete | sam kerr

four

"she's actually walking in here in a gown. thats amazing." millie cracked up nudging sam who just smiled looking at the table. sam was less inclined to make her usual lighthearted jabs at sheva since their heart to heart the night before.

the girls had earned themselves a night off and decided to go to dinner to get to know each other more. sheva being sheva pranced in wearing haute couture... meeting the eyes of a table full of girls in mostly jeans and hoodies.

didn't get the memo. clearly.

"fucccccccck," a mutter falls from her mouth
"am I underdressed?" she puts her hands on her hips, flicking her hair.

the table erupts into laughter complimenting sheva on her bouncy curls and pastel lemon dress. sitting down, she orders a glass of champagne and a shot of vodka.

yes, it was THAT kind of dinner. at least for sheva, she'd had a week... and it was wednesday.

"are they just like that everywhere you go?" guro gestures to the paparazzi at the window earning a nod from sophia chewing a mouthful of food.

"that's awful, it happens to us occasionally but I don't think I could cope with that all the time."

"that's why mansions are necessary when you're famous... if I can't go to cinema, I'm bringing the cinema to me. if I can't go to the bowling alley, I'm bringing the bowling alley to me. if I can't go to the rock climbing wall, I'm bringi-"

sheva almost spit takes the bubbly cold liquid swirling in her mouth, "margaret what the hell?! you have a rock climbing wall?"

"dinner's on margaret!" millie shouts as the restaurant is engulfed with the girls tipsy screams. 

the night goes on with little regard for the fact training was to resume the following day. sheva is perpetually at the bar and promising that if she learns one thing about everyone, it'll be their drink of choice. she tips generously and revels in the love of new friendship.

getting even more intoxicated, the girls move onto a bar, with even less consideration for tomorrows consequences than they had an hour ago. there's not many people in there, but that didn't matter. they were the only company they needed. they were spread out, a handful were outside, a couple were in the bathroom, some at the bar and margaret, at the dj booth, requesting a pitch perfect mashup with very little joy.

eventually, it was just sam and sheva in the booth together exchanging glances, neither one volunteering to speak up.

the last time they were together alone, sam was almost sure she would've instinctively kissed sheva, had it not been for margaret's reputation saving interruption.

sheva probably wouldn't have wanted that, she's probably got a boyfriend and a move like that probably would've ended our friendship before it even started...

all these thoughts raced through sam's head, the combination of liquor and sheva sat in front of her looking the way she did was all the argument sam needed to keep her mouth shut.

sam was so surprised when sheva spoke first, that her eyebrows actually furrowed. but the words she spoke were an even bigger shock.

"do you want to get out of here?"

sam nodded like a lost puppy, taking sheva's hand as sheva cautiously scanned the window and the streets outside for anyone with a camera.

it's fine, she thought to herself. women who are just really good friends hold hands all the time.

the drinks aided sheva's underestimation of just how much fans would reach for a new theory and how much the tabloids needed a new story, but she couldn't see anyone out there anyway. it was 1am, she hoped she'd be in the clear this time.

the pair stepped out, their fingers now interlocked, giggling and walking to their hotel. they never accounted for how long it would take to get there, or the weather at that. dark grey clouds hung over an inky sky and began to pour with rain... the two just laughed, almost instantly soaking wet running to the first bit of shelter in sight.

they caught their first breath in a poorly lit tunnel, decorated with vandalism and as the laughter softened, they hungrily looked into each other's eyes. their faces got closer and closer, each woman's breath touching the others face. they were still out of breath from sprinting in the rain, but sheva couldn't hold it in any more. in a drunken haze, she bring her lips to connect with sam's, who instantly runs one hand through sheva's damp hair while the other rests on her lower back. sam deepens the kiss by pulling sheva closer and she can feel her smile as their tongues meet. eventually they come up for air with smiles plastered on both of their faces.

their laughter resumes once again.

"god I've wanted to do that all week," sheva admits while sam just raises an eyebrow at her and smirks.

"you should've said."