WOSO Oneshot

Ella Toone x Reader- Palm to Palm

The roar of the crowd outside the locker room was a constant reminder of the victory that had just unfolded on the pitch. Ella Toone had once again shown her prowess, scoring the winning goal that sealed the match. The adrenaline was still coursing through her veins as she walked through the tunnel, her face lit up with a triumphant smile.

You stood at the end of the tunnel, waiting for her. The excitement of the game was palpable, and seeing Ella so elated only amplified your own joy. As she approached, you couldn't help but smile back at her, feeling the warmth of her energy radiate towards you.

"Did you see that goal?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Of course I did! You were amazing out there," you replied, feeling a surge of pride for her.

Ella laughed, a sound filled with pure happiness. "It was a team effort, but I have to admit, it felt great."

As you both stood there, soaking in the aftermath of the match, Ella reached out and took your hand. "Come with me, there's something I want to show you," she said, leading you to a quieter corner of the stadium.

Once there, she turned to face you, her expression softening. "I noticed something the other day," she said, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"What did you notice?" you asked, intrigued.

She lifted her hand, palm facing you. "Our hands. I was thinking about how different they must be, considering how hard I train and all."

You smiled, understanding immediately. "You want to compare them?"

Ella nodded, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Yeah, let's see how they match up."

You raised your hand to meet hers, palm to palm. As your skin touched, you both felt a spark of connection that went beyond the physical. Ella's hand was calloused and strong from hours of training, yet it fit perfectly against yours, which was softer and smaller.

"See?" she said, her voice softer now. "Your hand is so much smaller than mine."

You looked at the contrast, the difference in size and texture. "Yeah, but they fit together perfectly," you said, intertwining your fingers with hers.

Ella smiled, a tender expression in her eyes. "They do, don't they? It's like they were made for each other."

You both stood there for a moment, hands pressed together, savouring the intimacy of the gesture. It was a small thing, but it felt significant, a symbol of how well you complemented each other.

"I love this," Ella said softly, her thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "It reminds me that even though we're different, we fit together perfectly."

You squeezed her hand gently. "I love it too, Ella. And I love you."

She leaned in, her forehead resting against yours. "I love you too," she whispered, her breath warm against your skin.

In that moment, with your hands pressed together and your hearts aligned, everything felt right. The noise of the stadium faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world, perfectly in sync and perfectly in love.