I've Got a Wand and a Rabbit

Part 4

Paige had always prided herself on being considerably open when it came to trying new things, especially in the bedroom. Confidence poured out of her, igniting her aura in a flame of natural dominance that was felt by guys and girls alike.

It was just how she was. It came with the job, and Paige had stepped into her role instinctively.

So, one could imagine the surprise that graced Paige's features as she rose from her slumber one morning, entranced and aroused from the dream that was still dancing on the edge of her brain.

Sunlight streams in through the curtains, and through squinted, sleep-filled eyes, Paige looks over to you, still passed out on the pile of pillows next to her. You were the picture of innocence; your lips parted just slightly and face relaxed and peaceful.

Paige's chest rises and falls as she stares at you, your image triggering the flashes of her dream replaying in her head. She bites her lip to hold in a moan as she thinks about you pounding into her, your nimble fingers dancing around her throat in an uncharacteristic display of dominance that had her belly swarming with butterflies.

"Fuck," she mumbles, running a hand across her face.

While you had taken the first leap in your friendship that had later developed into a relationship, Paige had taken the role of the top in the bedroom. But it had seemed that her unassuming musings of being topped by you had snuck into her dreams, proving that maybe it was more than just a casual fantasy.

She wasn't even sure if you would want to do that with her, and as her mind drifts again, her cheeks redden as she realizes that her fantasies were certainly not vanilla.

Nope, she wanted to get railed. And as she glances back over at your sleeping figure, she decides she would simply have to find the courage to confess to you.

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Paige had also always prided herself on being brave. But she was having a very difficult time coming up with the exact words to express to you.

Paige paces her room for the hundredth time, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. "God, just say, 'I want you to fuck the shit out of me,'" she whispers, shaking her head at her own timidity.

She flexes in the mirror. "You're Paige Bueckers. You can do this," she says, louder this time.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jana asks, appearing in the doorway with an amused expression on her face.

"Nothing!" Paige says defensively, wiping her sweaty hands on her sweatpants and avoiding eye-contact with the taller girl.

Jana stares Paige down, obviously suspicious of her odd behavior. "C'mon, just tell me," she goads, sitting down on Paige's bed and patting the empty spot next to her.

Paige glares at Jana for a moment. 'This whole team is so damn nosy,' she thinks, but she sits down begrudgingly with a loud sigh.

"I wanna be topped, and I don't know how to bring it up," Paige mutters, staring at her hands, feeling especially awkward as Jana digests her words.

"Oh!" The younger girl coughs, surprised by Paige's sudden candor. "Well, just be honest. She'll probably love it," Jana adds unhelpfully.

Paige rolls her eyes, chuckling at the absurdity of the conversation.

"God, I hope so," she sighs, falling backwards onto her bed and looking up at the beige ceiling.

"Okay, well good luck," Jana snorts, patting her teammate on the leg before walking out, shaking her head and already thinking about how KK would react to the news.