Gym Rats - Jackson Olson x OC

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Cecelia's POV

I land back in Savannah where I have four days before I fly out to Paris. I have just gotten back to my apartment, where I come back to no Lola. I can't say I'm shocked, it is 11 pm on a Saturday. I roll my suitcase into my room, taking out all my laundry and dumping it into the washer across the hall. When I start it, I don't feel the need to unpack all of my cosmetics, I'll just keep them in their bag until I leave again. I know I'm going to be given a lot of gear when I get to my place in Paris, which I'm sharing with Torri, Gretchen and her sister Alex, but I want to take some tourist-y outfits and fancy dresses as well.  I look back in my closet at the black dress I wore on my date with Jackson. I immediately turn back to my phone and give him a call.

"Are you back?" He asked as soon as he picked up.

"Yes! Come over."

"I'll be there in 15."

The phone line cuts and I look in my mirror to see what I look like. I'm wearing a Team USA T-shirt and a pair of black plaid pajama pants, a typical outfit for me when I'm on a flight. No makeup, but my hair is down. So I decide I will just brush my hair before Jackson arrives. I toss that black dress on top of my suitcase and go into the living room to wait for his arrival. I get impatient quick as it feels like the minutes have turned into hours. I haven't seen him, the real him, in two weeks.

I hear a knock on the door. I get up, opening the door for Jackson. I know they played a game earlier tonight, so I'm shocked he's even here, but he's still wearing a pair of shorts with his compression pants, a bananas shirt, and of course, his hat on backwards. In his hands, a bouquet of flowers and chocolate.

"Jackson you did not have to get me flowers... especially after the game."

"Yes I did, I haven't seen you in two weeks," he extends the bouquet out to me, which I take. He steps inside the apartment and gently closed the door. I take the flowers and find the only empty vase we have, which is used for when Lola buys me flowers for my birthday, as any good best friend should. I fill the vase with water and set the flowers inside, beaming with joy.

Jackson drops his backpack by the door and comes in the kitchen behind me, setting the chocolates down on the kitchen table as I set the flowers on the kitchen island. I turn to face him as he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. I melt into the kiss, taking in his scent. He parts to look at me, and smiles, "You're so beautiful."

Our lips connect again, and I work my hands up to knock the hat off of his head and take a fistful of his... bleached hair? I look up at it before parting our lips.

"You bleached your hair?" I asked. I haven't been on social media in a week, and yesterday, his hair was still brown.

"Do you like it?"

"It's... different. But since we're showing off new things about ourselves..." I pull away from him to show my right wrist, where I got the Olympic rings done in black ink.

Jackson beams at the tattoo, "You did it?! When?!"

"All the first time Olympians got them done yesterday. Then we had a party! That's why I couldn't call last night."

Jackson takes my hand and pulls me back to him, giving me a quick kiss, "I'm so proud of you Cecelia."

I shake off the words, regardless of how much they mean to me, "How was your game tonight? Did you get any hits?"

"No, not tonight. But I got a few trick plays."

"It's okay. You'll get 'em next time."

Jackson chuckles a bit as he kisses me on the cheek, "I'm just happy to be here, taking in these next couple of days with you."

"I wish you could come with me," I say to him, "You've been a great help to me."

"I already took close enough to two weeks off to see you in Indy, I really can't do it again. I have my teammates and my fans who rely on me."

I kiss his cheek, "and I don't want to take you away from that, even if I want you with me."

The smile on his face is more than I could imagine. "How about LA then?"

I smile, he's thinking about four years from now and we've only been together for a month. "LA sounds great."

"You're adorable," he tells me, taking my hand. "Do you want to watch a movie?"

"No. I'm very tired," I tell him honestly, as much as I don't want him to leave.

"Oh... I can leave then, let you sleep in your bed."

"Please don't. Spend the night with me."

"Are you training tomorrow?"

"Do you want to lift with me?" I ask, because I have free rein over my training schedule until Paris, because Sean took his wife and kids on an extended vacation before he leaves with me.

"Yes. More than anything."

"Then spend the night."

"Okay! Okay... I can't say no to you."

"That's a dangerous thing for you to say to me."

Jackson chuckles a bit, before I pull his hand and lead him into my room. He takes the lead, picking me up before setting me gently on my own bed. He slides in with me, laying on his back, and I allow myself to lay my head on his chest. He wraps his arms around me, kissing the top of my head, and exhales contently.

"How about you come to practice tomorrow with me?" He asks.

I look up at him, "Will Jesse be okay with that?"

"Yeah, he's been talking about how we're an item now. You're a celebrity now, Cecelia."

I'm not a celebrity. I shake off the word, I don't like it, "You told everyone?!"

"They're my teammates. I told Dalton, he told Ryan... and they gossip like girls."

Cecelia laughs, "Fair enough."

"What, have you been keeping us secret?"

"No. I told Katie... because she asked."

Jackson chuckles, "Scream it from the rooftops if you want. I don't care. I'm happy we're together."

I crawl on top of him to give him a kiss, to which he runs his hands down my back. He pulls away, to which we smile at each other, then I lay my head back down on his chest, smiling as I begin to drift to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat.