Woso one shots

𝗠𝗮𝘇 𝗣𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗼 ➻ 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗥𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱𝘆

Maz's POV

The training had just finished, and I found myself on the field, drenched by the pouring rain that fell in torrents. The waterlogged pitch formed puddles with every step, amplifying the dull ache in my calf. This pain had been nagging me for weeks, just annoying enough to remind me to stay cautious, but not bad enough to force me off the pitch. My body was burning, not from the adrenaline of the game, but from the constant discomfort I could no longer ignore.

Rather than join my teammates in the locker room, where I could warm up and change after the rain-soaked session, I decided to head straight to the physiotherapy room. I needed comfort and immediate relief from this persistent pain. Cassie, Aston Villa's physiotherapist and my wife Y/N's best friend, was ready to help. Her reputation preceded her in the team; we often talked about her expert hands and her ability to soothe the players' aches. The trust I had in her skills was even more valuable now as I sought an escape from the discomfort that had been with me for weeks.

As I pushed open the door to the physio room, I was greeted by a calming atmosphere. The familiar scent of disinfectant lingered in the air, mixed with the essential oils she often used. Cassie was there, absorbed in a file she was studying, her brows slightly furrowed as if she was taking in every detail with careful attention. Seeing her filled me with warmth. She combined undeniable professionalism with a captivating presence that made this moment feel less tense. I knew I could rely on her to ease my pain and bring back a sense of lightness.

"Maz!" she exclaimed, looking up, her face lighting up with a warm smile that instantly warmed my heart. Her blonde hair, loosely tied in a casual bun, fell gently over her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled with a natural kindness. "What brings you here?" Her soft, engaging voice had that unique ability to dissolve tension. She stood up, the chair creaking slightly under the weight, and walked towards me, scanning my face to find the source of the pain that troubled me.

"I've got pain in my calf, again," I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. "I was hoping you could take a look."

"Of course, come and lie down on the table," she said, gesturing for me to come closer, her encouraging smile easing some of my apprehension. "I hope it's nothing too serious."

I lay down, letting out a sigh of relief as I felt the cool surface of the physio table against my skin. Cassie approached me with quiet confidence, her movements fluid and natural, as if she had encountered cases like mine hundreds of times before. Her fingers gently glided along my leg, searching for the tender spot with a delicacy that spoke to her expertise.

"Has it been hurting for a long time?" she asked, her gaze focused on my leg, scrutinising for signs of tension and inflammation. Her tone was both professional and empathetic, creating an atmosphere that fostered trust. I could see in her eyes that she was fully committed to helping me, and that comforted me. She listened intently, awaiting my response while continuing to explore the painful areas, her expert hand adjusting to the varying pressure I indicated.

"Yes, for a few weeks. I'm trying to be careful, but it keeps coming back," I explained, my voice betraying a hint of frustration.

She gave me an understanding look before gently starting to massage the muscle. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of her hands on my skin, but my thoughts began to drift. I was acutely aware of the closeness between us, the electricity in the air, and the unspoken tension that intensified with each movement. "Let me know if it hurts," she murmured, her warm breath brushing against my skin.