Woso one shots

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗼𝗻 ➻ 𝗔 𝗧𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

The final whistle blew, and the Emirates Stadium erupted with joy. We had just beaten Chelsea 2-1, a crucial victory that brought us closer to the Super League title. The match had been intense, and Leah had been incredible. Her hard work had kept the opposition at bay, while I had scored the decisive goal. This win was the culmination of our collective efforts, where every player had contributed to our success.

Back in the dressing room, the atmosphere was electric. The girls celebrated the victory with laughter and animated conversations, their faces glowing with excitement. The collective buzz was palpable, heightened by the satisfaction of having delivered an outstanding performance on the field.

Leah was changing a few metres away from me, her expression relaxed and smiling. She joked with Beth, but I knew she shared my thoughts on our achievement. For several months, Leah and I had been a couple, but we had chosen to keep it private, cherishing these personal moments without outside pressure. Our relationship strengthened not only our bond on the pitch but also our closeness off it.

As I was packing up my things, Leah passed by me, brushing my hand discreetly. Leaning in slightly to avoid being overheard, she murmured with a knowing smile, "Shall we meet at my place?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, reinforcing the intimacy of the moment we shared.

I nodded, my heart racing a little faster. "I'll be there in an hour," I replied softly.

Later that evening, after leaving the stadium, I made my way to Leah's as planned, in a quiet part of London. When I arrived, Leah was already waiting at her apartment door, a warm smile on her face. She had changed out of her sports kit into something more casual, wearing a cotton t-shirt and comfortable jogging bottoms. Her blonde hair was gathered in a relaxed bun, with stray strands framing her face.

As soon as I walked in, she gently closed the door behind me and moved closer. "Hi," she murmured, her eyes sparkling.

"Hi," I replied with a smile, before she gently drew me in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and familiar, a gesture that always reconnected us after the match's frenzy. It was a kiss full of tenderness, like coming home.

"You were amazing today," I whispered softly, resting my forehead against hers.

Leah smiled, blushing slightly. "Are you kidding? You're the one who scored the decisive goal."

We headed to the living room, where Leah had prepared some snacks. Her home was welcoming, adorned with photos of her family, friends, and a few mementos from her career at Arsenal. It was a place where she could truly be herself, away from the pressures of football.

We settled on the sofa, and Leah grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. "I downloaded that film you mentioned," she said with a smile. "Ready for a movie night?"

"Totally ready," I replied, making myself comfortable beside her.

We snuggled under a blanket, sharing knowing smiles. The film started, but soon, our focus shifted elsewhere. Leah slipped her hand into mine, gently playing with my fingers. Her touches were light but evoked pleasant sensations, and I felt increasingly close to her.

"You know," she murmured after a moment, "I love these times with you."

"Me too," I replied, looking at her. "It's perfect."

The film continued to play in the background, but we were more focused on each other. Leah turned towards me, and I saw that familiar spark in her eyes that always made me melt. She moved in slowly, and our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss.

The kiss deepened, and Leah drew me closer, our bodies pressing together. Her hands glided gently over my back, holding me firmly against her. Each kiss grew a bit more passionate, a bit deeper, and I could feel the intensity of what we shared.

Eventually, I felt exhausted from the match and the warmth of our intimacy. I nestled even closer to Leah, resting my head on her shoulder. The softness of her touches and the comfort of her arms soothed me.

"I'm so tired," I murmured, closing my eyes. 

"Rest, love," Leah whispered, holding me close. "I'm here."

With a contented sigh, I let fatigue take over. Leah continued to gently stroke my hair, and I quickly fell asleep, comforted by her reassuring presence.

The film kept playing in the background, but for us, the outside world had faded away. In Leah's arms, I felt safe and loved, enjoying the calm after the match's frenzy. We didn't need to say more, as words were unnecessary. The joy of these shared moments was enough.