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𝒯 for Tennis [MS47]

T for Tennis

"Woah! Nice shot!" he laughed after watching the ball pass by at unimaginable speed.

I chuckled, proud of myself. The sun was blazing down on the tennis court, heating the soles of our shoes.

Mick had asked me if I wanted to play tennis with him since his usual partner got down with a cold. In the middle of summer.

I had agreed, knowing that we had never played together and that I was a master at tennis. The latter being information that I had not yet told Mick.

So, to toy with him a bit, I started out playing a little dumb. I wanted to see how far I could get until he either realised how well I played or he asked me to play a match against him and I won easily.

"All right. For the next one, I want you to try and aim for where I am not standing, okay?" Mick grabbed another tennis ball and put his cap on backwards.

I smiled, seeing the cap and he noticed it. He grinned. He knew I liked the cap on backwards. Especially when he was wearing his tank top.

He winked at me: "Well get to that part later, honey, don't worry."

I blushed, tightening the grip around my tennis racket and leaned forward, ready to play.

Mick laughed and served the ball. I played it back safely, but it landed where he was standing.

"Try to shoot it where I'm not standing, baby," he reminded me and I smiled to myself.

For the next few shots, I passed the ball back to where Mick wasn't standing and he did the same. We ended up playing until one of us dropped the ball, which, if I hadn't purposely done it, would have taken a long while.

Mick and I hadn't been dating very long. And I spent almost fifteen years of my childhood playing tennis. Whether it be outside in our garden with my uncle, or in a gymnasium with my coach, tennis has always been a big part of my life.

So much so, that one of my trainers had worked with some famous tennis players out there and occasionally got me tickets to see the games.

But I didn't want tennis to be the first thing people got to know about when meeting me. So, I decided to keep tennis a secret until I was comfortable enough to tell them about it.

And Mick was turning out to be a good candidate for the news.

We had been seeing each other for three months now, and I had already met his family. I was happy. And I knew that he was, too.

"Great! That was really good, Y/n," he said after I "lost" the ball, and walked over to the bench, "how about we take a break before playing a real game?"

I smiled, jogging over to him. He had gotten me a new tennis dress and a visor cap, which was exciting, though I had many in my wardrobe.

"You look cute in that dress," he said while I grabbed a water bottle and drank some of the fresh content.

I blushed: "Thank you, Mick, I really like it."

We stood under the parasol as we spoke, hiding from the heat by staying in the shade.

He placed his hands on my hips and smiled at me. I couldn't stop staring into his ocean-blue eyes as he spoke.

"Why don't you tell me where you learned to play tennis, huh?"

I turned bright red on the spot. He had caught me red-handed and stopped me in my tracks. I closed the water bottle and put it away before looking back up at him.

"I'm sorry," I finally said, "I-"

"Why are you apologizing?" he interrupted me.

I frowned at him, curious about his intentions.

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone play that brilliantly," his smile was genuine, and it made my heart shine, "and most of all, playing that well only makes you even more attractive to me."

My blush was probably visible from the moon, now.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

I sighed: "I didn't want people just to like me because of my tennis connections. I want them to like me for me."

Mick couldn't stop smiling at me and his hands wandered to my waist, daring to pull me in closer.

"You are so amazing, Y/n, but you don't have to keep any secrets from me," he said.

"I know, I'm sorry," I sighed, putting my arms around his neck.

He shook his head: "Don't apologize for that."

Mick leaned forward and pressed a kiss against my lips. I smiled as he kissed me, letting him dominate the moment.

"I love you so much," he smiled against my lips.

I grinned: "I love you too, Mick."

He pecked my lips again and let go of me: "Come on, let's play a real match."

I laughed, grabbing my racket: "You're going down, Schumacher."

"Oh, yeah? I bet I'll easily beat you."

"We'll see about that."

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