Woso one shots

𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗮 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘄𝗮𝘆 ➻ 𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲

Georgia's POV

It was supposed to be just another ordinary evening. Y/N and I had been married for a few years now, but lately, things hadn't been quite the same between us. Y/N had stayed home, exhausted from a long day at work, while I had chosen to linger a bit longer at training. Bayern was gearing up for a big match, and Sam Kerr, my new Scottish teammate, was helping me perfect a few moves I wanted to polish. Sam was full of good advice, always there to push a little harder, to encourage, and I found in these training sessions a sort of escape, far from the tensions that weighed on my marriage.

I watched her, focused, as she executed the move perfectly. Her muscles contracted with precision, and her smile, the one she wore after every success, awakened something in me that I had never felt so intensely before. I had always considered myself faithful, devoted to Y/N without ever questioning that love. Yet the warmth that surged within me whenever Sam touched me, even in a casual way, deeply unsettled me.

"Want to give it another try?" Sam asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I shook my head, trying to shake off the disturbing thoughts that were invading my mind. I prepared to execute the move, but just as I was about to do it, she slipped behind me, adjusting my position on the ball.

"Like this," she murmured in my ear, her warm breath grazing my skin.

My heart raced. Her hands, both firm and gentle, guided mine with such confidence that I lost my bearings. Although barely perceptible, her body brushed against mine, creating an electric tension that ran down my spine. My thoughts became muddled, and I no longer knew if I truly wanted to master this move or simply stay in this position a little longer.

She eventually stepped back, leaving me to attempt the exercise on my own. I succeeded, of course, but my mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with the memory of that contact.

"Nice job, G," she said, giving my shoulder a light tap, her smile widening. The nickname she had given me had a special lilt when she said it.

I couldn't help but smile back, but a part of me felt guilty. Every evening, when I came home, I would look at Y/N and wonder if she could see what I was feeling, if she noticed the subtle change in my behaviour. I still loved her, of course, but something was different now, a desire I had never felt before Sam came and turned my world upside down.

It was during one of those post-training evenings that everything changed. The locker room was empty, and Sam and I were the last ones lingering. The conversation started out casually, sharing anecdotes about our former clubs, laughing over match memories. Then, without really knowing how, the discussion became more intimate. We talked about our personal lives, our insecurities, our dreams.

"And you, Georgia, are you happy?" she asked, her gaze locking with mine.

I blinked, taken aback by the question. "I... Yes, I am. Y/N is incredible, and we have a beautiful life together."

"But?" she gently prodded, moving a little closer.

There was that "but," buried deep inside me, that I had never dared to voice out loud. "But... Sometimes, I wonder if I'm missing something."

She said nothing for a moment, then reached out to brush my cheek. "Maybe you shouldn't question yourself so much," she murmured before bringing her lips closer to mine.