Woso imagines

Leah < midnight walks

"I could walk with you for hours, you know?" Leah's soft voice breaks the content silence that had settled upon you both as you wonder aimlessly around your neighbourhood. Her hand was tight in your own, warm fingers intertwined as her thumb occasionally trails over the back of your hand. It was late, but due to daylight savings, it wasn't quite dark out yet, and you both had taken it upon yourselves to get some last minute exercise in after lazing around for the majority of the day.

It was nice and romantic. Well, in theory one would assume it would be anyway. If only you'd chosen different shoes.

"That's sweet and all, lee, but my feet are killing me." You reluctantly pull her to a stop and drop her hand, bending bending down to untie your sneakers. They were new, a gift courtesy of Leah for your birthday that had just passed.

"I told you not to wear them," you look up and see her staring down at you with a smirk, arms crossed against her chest. You roll your eyes at her lack of sympathy as you finally give in and pull off the shoes, your feet crying out in relief. "Wait," she calls as you stand back upright with a shoe in each hand, grabbing your arm to stop you from walking off without her. "you're not walking back with just socks on."

"What else do you want me to do?" You shrug, allowing her to pull you into your arms, chest flush to her own. Her hands settle just above your rear end, your own still hanging by your sides. "Walk on my hands?"

"It would be funny to see you try," she grins, knowing first hand well just now clumsy you were. Just the other day you'd walked smack bang into the doorframe because you weren't laying attention, your left cheek still lightly bruised.

You roll your eyes again, lips quirking up into a small smile as Leah gently trails the back of her finger over the bruise before leaning in and softly pressing her lips against your own. "My clumsy girl." The kiss was chaste, the blonde pulling away before you could reciprocate. You hadn't realised you were pouting until Leah was gently poking at your lips, and you huff as you push her hand away.

She allows this, grinning as she kisses gout forehead before turning round and bending down slightly, "C'mere, my girl. Hop on."

"For real?" You laugh, and Leah nods with a smile prompting you to grip her shoulders as best you could with the heels of your hands before jumping onto her back. She takes your weight easily, her hands gripping your thighs as she bounces you up slightly to get better grip, your arms hanging over her shoulders as you allow yourself to relax against her.

"Am I heavy?" You ask absentmindedly as she begins to walk, shifting your shoes into one hand so you could use the other to brush away the hair that had fallen in her face. You were smaller than Leah by about five or so inches, so deep down you knew she was more than capable at carrying you, but she'd played for over ninety minutes yesterday so you knew her legs must be sore.

"Not at all baby, appreciate the concern though." She reassures, turning her head slightly and pressing a kiss to your arm. You hum in acceptance, knowing that even if you were too heavy for her at this current moment, the last thing she would do is say so. Deciding it would be best to drop the subject entirely, you hook your chin over her shoulder and press your cheek against her own, feeling the way she smiles at the action.

It was only moments before she speaks again.

"I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry, lee."

"I am not!"

"Are too."

"No I'm not."

"Says the girl who snuck out of bed at three in the morning because she craved, and I quote, some delicious potato smileys. And then you forgot about said smileys and set off the fire alarm." You quip.

"Hey! I'm a growing girl!" She complains.

"You're definitely gonna grow if you keep earning the way you do, baby. But I'm not sure it's quite the way you're thinking." You gently pat her cheek earning yourself a scoff.

"You're so mean to me." She grumbles, slowing slightly when your shared home comes into view.

You roll your eyes as you feel her reach into her pocket to grab the keys, "Oh yes, you're so hard done by my love. A roof over your head. Three meals a day. An amazing girlfriend, fantastic sex and a career one could only dream of. However do you cope."

"It's a struggle." She momentarily lets go of one of your legs and places a hand over her heart, letting out a disgruntled yelp when you slap her upside the head.

"Hey! What is this? Pick on Leah day?" She shoves the keys onto the lock and unlocks the door, stepping inside and slamming the door closed behind her.

"Yes! And don't slam the fucking door, dickhead." You clamber off of her back and dump your does on the wrack along with the others, stopped abruptly on your journey through to the kitchen by Leah who grabs you by the waist and tugs you back against her.

"Don't call me a dickhead, mate. I-"

"You want food, or not?" You crane your head back at her shoulder, eyebrow raised in warning. Leah abruptly lets you go, giving you a less than gentle shove towards the kitchen.

"Yes I do, my beautiful, amazing, stunning-"

You turn to face her after pulling out some bread with the intention of making her a sandwich , "Save it, Williamson." You point at her with the butter knife, watching as she smirks and leans her elbows against the counter.

"Ouch," Leah clutches at her chest. "the last name. What'd I ever do to you?"

"You want a list?" You grin.

Lean mimics it, innocently resting her chin on her fists, "as a matter of fact, yes, I do."

"You can't cook for shit," you start, buttering both pieces of bread. "You don't pick up your kit after training despite me telling you fifty times that the laundry basket is just there. You dutch oven me at least once a week, which, by the way, is not as funny as you think it is. You make me watch hours long football matches with absolutely no entertainment despite knowing I don't like it. You mansplain things to me like I'm incapable of figuring out things for myself. You-"

"Okay okay! Message received," Leah laughs, holding up her hands. You hum quietly, not really too bothered about any of those things -with the exception of the dutch oven thing of course because come on, who in their right might actually thinks that's funny?

"You love all that really." Leah grins, and you laugh slightly as you shake your head.

"Watch it, baby. Don't make me put mayo on your sandwich."

"You wouldn't dare!"

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