Unspoken Goals

Hotel Room

Continuation:

The city pulsed with life, but it was nothing compared to the energy radiating from the team. They had done it. They were champions.

After the final whistle, the trophy ceremony had been a blur of flashing lights and roaring cheers, the weight of victory settling into their hands as they lifted the trophy high. But the real celebration had started once they returned to the hotel, peeling off their sweat-drenched uniforms and slipping into something fresh before hitting the town.

The streets were theirs tonight. Laughter spilled from their lips, arms slung around each other as they hopped from bar to bar, reveling in the rush of their triumph.

Juliette had never felt this weightless before. The pressure that had gripped her chest before the game was gone, replaced with a dizzying sense of euphoria. Every sacrifice, every brutal practice, every moment of doubt had led to this.

And yet, as her teammates danced and drank around her, Juliette's attention kept slipping.

No matter where she was in the crowded bars, no matter how many people surrounded her, her focus kept finding Abigail.

The way she leaned in a little too closely when she laughed, her breath ghosting against Juliette's ear. The casual, fleeting touch of her fingers along Juliette's arm when she passed her a drink. The way her blue eyes locked onto hers from across the bar, dark with something that made Juliette's breath catch.

Keeping things a secret was proving to be harder than she had imagined.

Abigail was magnetic tonight, glowing with the rush of victory, her cheeks flushed from the night air and drinks, her loose waves framing her face in a way that made Juliette want to reach out and touch. The fitted black top she wore clung to her in ways that had Juliette gripping her glass a little too tightly, forcing herself to focus on something—anything—else.

But every time she stole a glance, Abigail was already looking back.

The tension coiled tighter with every unspoken glance, every touch that lingered a second too long. They had to pretend. They had to endure the quiet torture of sitting across from each other in the booth, their knees brushing beneath the table, the only contact they could get away with. Had to listen as their teammates drunkenly teased Abigail about the guy at the bar who kept stealing glances at her—never mind the fact that Abigail hadn't spared him a second look.

And then there was the moment at the bar.

Juliette had been standing there, sipping her drink, trying to get her pulse under control, when Abigail appeared at her side. She leaned in as if to tell her something, lips brushing against Juliette's ear.

"I want to leave soon."

It wasn't the words themselves that sent a shiver down Juliette's spine. It was the way Abigail said them—low, deliberate, her breath warm against Juliette's skin.

Juliette clenched her jaw and nodded, swallowing the rest of her drink in one go.

If they stayed any longer, she was going to lose her damn mind.

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The second the door clicked shut behind them, restraint shattered.

Abigail was on her in an instant, gripping the front of Juliette's jacket and yanking her forward, their lips crashing together with an urgency that had been building for weeks, months—maybe even years.

Juliette gasped against Abigail's lips as she was backed against the door, fingers tangling into her hair, tugging just enough to make her knees weak. It was overwhelming in the best way—the press of Abigail's body, the heat between them, the way Juliette sighed as Abigail's hands found the bare skin beneath her shirt.

"You have no idea how hard it was not to touch you all night," Abigail murmured, her voice rough with restraint finally snapping.

Juliette let out a low laugh, trailing her lips along Abigail's jaw, down the column of her throat. "I think I have a pretty good idea."

Their movements were hurried, frantic with the need to make up for lost time. Juliette's hands slid under Abigail's shirt, tracing the lines of her back as she guided them toward the bed. Abigail's knees hit the mattress, and she smirked as if she had control of the moment—until Juliette pushed her down, climbing over her in one smooth motion.

Abigail looked up at her, breathless.

Juliette's fingers traced down her arm, slow and deliberate, her gaze unreadable yet entirely consuming. The weight of it made Abigail's stomach flip.

"Are you sure, Abs?" Juliette asked, voice soft, searching.

Abigail exhaled, brushing Juliette's hair behind her ears, cupping her face between her hands. "Jules, I've wanted this for so long. I don't think there's a more perfect night than tonight."

Juliette's lips parted slightly, something unreadable flickering in her green eyes before she let out a soft laugh, nodding. "Yeah," she whispered, leaning down to kiss her again, slower this time, deeper, drawing out every sensation.

Their clothes fell away, piece by piece, until there was nothing between them but warmth and whispered promises. Juliette sat up for a moment, her gaze raking over Abigail, memorizing the moment—her messy hair, swollen lips, the soft rise and fall of her chest.

"Stop looking at me like that," Abigail mumbled, suddenly feeling shy as she tried to hide her face with her hands.

Juliette laughed, gently prying Abigail's hands away. "You are perfect, Abigail. I've never seen anyone so beautiful in my life."

Abigail smiled, a soft, almost disbelieving curve of her lips, before pulling Juliette back down, their foreheads pressed together. "I could say the same about you."

Juliette smiled, brushing their lips together once more before everything melted away—the past, the future, the world outside their little hotel room. There was only this. Only them.

They moved in sync, an unspoken rhythm guiding them as hands roamed, soft whispers filling the dimly lit room. Juliette memorized the way Abigail melted beneath her touch, the way her breath hitched when Juliette traced patterns along her spine. And in turn, Abigail mapped out every inch of Juliette with equal reverence.

It wasn't rushed. It wasn't careless.

It was everything.

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The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing, still uneven as they lay tangled together beneath the sheets.

Abigail's forehead rested against Juliette's shoulder, her fingers drawing lazy circles against her side. Neither of them spoke for a long moment, both catching their breath, letting the weight of the night settle between them.

Juliette turned her head slightly, pressing a slow kiss to Abigail's temple. "You okay?" she murmured, voice soft, as if speaking too loudly might shatter whatever this was.

Abigail exhaled a quiet laugh, shifting just enough to meet Juliette's gaze. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice thick with exhaustion and something softer. "More than okay."

Juliette smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from Abigail's face. "I don't think I'm ever going to stop thinking about this."

Abigail hummed, her lips curving against Juliette's skin. "Good," she whispered. "Because I don't want you to."

Neither of them moved to pull away. Instead, Abigail curled into Juliette, her arm draping over her waist, their legs still tangled beneath the sheets. The rush of the night, the tension, the buildup—it had all faded into something quieter, something deeper.

Juliette pressed one last kiss to Abigail's hair, her own exhaustion settling in.

Somewhere in the hotel, their championship trophy sat on a shelf, their victory waiting for them in the morning.

But for now, none of that mattered.

For now, it was just them.

[A/N]: Shorter chapter but two chapters in the span of a week?!? I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I did!