Le's Soldier

Part 26

The sunlight filtered softly through the blinds, casting stripes across the room. I stirred first, feeling the warmth of Leah pressed against me. Her hair was sprawled across my chest, and I traced lazy circles on her back, taking in the scent of her shampoo and the faint tang of yesterday's exertion.

"Morning," I murmured, brushing a kiss over her temple.

"Mmm... morning," she groaned, nuzzling into me deeper, her fingers threading through mine.

I smiled and shifted, so I was lying on my back with Leah draped over me, her legs curled against mine. "Sleep well?" I asked softly.

"Like absolute shit, but better now," she said with a small grin, lifting her head to kiss me. "You're dangerous in the morning, Lil."

"Only for you," I teased, dragging my lips down her neck slowly. She shivered at the touch, and I grinned, feeling the faint rise and fall of her chest beneath me.

After a few minutes of lingering kisses and whispered teasing, Leah reluctantly pushed herself up. "Okay, we should probably get breakfast before I'm late for my game."

I groaned. "Yeah, fine. I'll cook, you bossy little shit."

We moved to the kitchen together, Leah leaning against me as I cooked eggs and toast while she sipped her smoothie. "You've got a game today," I said, flipping an egg. "You're going to crush it. Just... don't hurt anyone too badly, yeah?"

She laughed, pulling me into a hug from behind. "I can't promise anything, babe. It's Chelsea. They're always trying to start shit."

"You're Arsenal," I reminded her, wrapping my arms around her and giving her a quick kiss. "And you're gonna wreck them."

Breakfast finished, Leah went to shower and get ready. I helped her pick out her kit: red and white jersey, black shorts, and her lucky socks. She pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, checking herself in the mirror, and I couldn't help staring. Even in her training gear, she was breathtaking.

"Stop staring," she said, swatting me lightly on the shoulder.

"Not a chance," I said, smirking. "You look like a bloody goddess."

Leah rolled her eyes but kissed me quickly before grabbing her bag. "Okay, Lil, I've got to go. Focus on yourself today, don't miss me too much."

"You know I'll be at the stadium," I reminded her, smirking.

"Good. And don't get into trouble," she teased, before giving me a final kiss and sprinting out the door to meet the team bus.

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Match Scene: Arsenal vs Chelsea

The stadium roared with energy when I arrived, the tension in the air electric. I found a spot in the VIP section, my eyes immediately scanning the pitch for Leah. She was already stretching with the team, her focus deadly serious.

The whistle blew, and the match started aggressively. Chelsea came out strong, pressing hard. Leah, in her usual style, was everywhere—cutting off passes, sliding for tackles, and screaming commands.

"Oi, Leah!" I shouted when she passed near the sideline. She shot me a small smirk and a wave but didn't break concentration.

Arsenal's midfield was working overtime, but Leah made a brilliant interception in the 15th minute, launching a counterattack. I cheered, almost jumping out of my seat.

The game was physical, intense, and heated. Chelsea was trash-talking constantly, and the refs seemed to miss half the fouls. I held my breath as Leah went shoulder-to-shoulder with Chelsea's forward, barely coming away with the ball.

"Shit, yeah!" I yelled when Leah slid past two defenders and threaded a perfect pass to Martinelli, who scored the opening goal. The crowd erupted. Leah pumped her fists, clearly ecstatic, and I felt a flush of pride.

Chelsea didn't back down. They came at Arsenal hard, pushing through tackles, fouling aggressively. Leah got shoved to the ground at one point, grinding her teeth in frustration. I shouted at the screen, furious. She brushed it off, playing with fire, intercepting a pass, and delivering a cross to Miedema, who netted the second goal.

By the 70th minute, the score was 2-0 to Arsenal, but Chelsea kept attacking. Leah's aggression peaked—screaming at teammates, challenging anyone who came near her, almost reckless but brilliant. The final whistle blew, Arsenal taking the win, Leah exhausted, muddy, and glowing.

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Post-Match: Interviews and Back Home

After the match, Leah did interviews with the BBC and Arsenal TV. "It was a tough game," she said, her voice controlled but still carrying the adrenaline. "Chelsea came hard, but we stuck to our strategy. I'm proud of the team."

I stayed close, letting her relax for a few minutes before heading to the car. She laughed, leaning against me in the parking lot. "You scared the shit out of me in the first half. Don't cheer so loud next time."

I smirked. "No chance. You were amazing."

Back at home, Leah showered quickly while I set up some wine and snacks in the living room. When she emerged in just a towel, I nearly lost my mind. Her hair was still damp, clinging to her skin, her body glistening from exertion.

"Finally," I whispered, pulling her into my lap on the couch. She melted against me, sighing.

"Missed you," she murmured, her lips brushing mine.

"You have no idea," I replied, tilting her head back for a deep kiss. My hands roamed, pressing her against me.

Leah moaned softly, wrapping her legs around my waist. "God, I've been waiting for this all day."

I laughed against her lips before pulling her closer, letting the tension of the day, the adrenaline of the game, and the pent-up desire between us explode.

I kissed Leah slowly pulling her shirt off grabbing ber nipples, rolling them in my fingers.

Leah tugged my shirt off and chucked it across the room and moved so I could hover her. I pulled her pants off and then mine and rubber her clit.

"Fuck..Mhmmm" Leah moaned quietly

I took the chance to push into her letting her adjust and then move in and out slowly letting her feel everything.

All the stress and worries just went away as we enjoyed the moment together.

"Im gonna cum baby" I said feeling the tightness off my balls wanting to explode

"Me too ahhh" Leah said moaning

And with that we both came in sync moaning out loud kissing (well trying to) and then I collapsed on top of her feeling the warmth dripping out her pussy on the tip of my cock

We ended up heading upstairs and showering together, just enjoying each others company

Hours passed in a haze of kisses, whispered words and cuddles.
Leah rested her head on my chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns over my skin. "You're insane," she whispered.

"And you love it," I replied, kissing her temple.

She chuckled softly, drifting off into sleep. I held her close, watching the shadows play across her face, feeling the warmth of her body and knowing I'd never trade this for anything.