Today's the day. Today's the day. Denis was coming home. I couldn't go to the airport to meet them right away, so I stayed home and invited Cameron over to keep myself from sitting on the front step waiting. "Okay, so is your routine done?" She asked. We were talking strategy.
"Yeah, but I can't do it." I sighed. "Qualifiers is down. But finals, I don't know There's one skill that I can't even practice alone cause its dangerous." I sighed.
"Okay. That's fine. Can we get T.j out to help you?
"No, he's busy as fuck. You can."
"Can I?"
"I- He said if you can pick me up and throw me you can spot me."
"You're like two pounds I got this. Okay. Competition? What do you know?"
"Usual people, along with a billion new girls." I sighed. Younger, better girls.
"Yeah? Doesn't matter. The fact that you're older gives you an advantage."
"Great, now I'm old."
"And you'll be praised for it. Regardless."
"I'm not even talking to anyone I swear to god. Silent. I'm sick of the whole 'good-luck' fake bullshit to the people you train for months to beat. And everyone there has something up their ass, even if it isn't their coach. Not dealing with it." It sounded meaner than it really was. I knew the girls, and I knew how everyone acted, and I was not having any of that mess with my head before the competitions.
"Ah, that's much better. I don't like people in general. Travel?"
"Outside, you and Denis only. Inside, you, T.J, and Kyle. Roger is staying out of my god damn shit this year I swear on my life."
"What about Denis?" Cameron asked seriously. What about Denis? I don't want him to distract me. Not that he would on purpose, but I'm quite distractable. I'm a different person when I'm competing. Could I let him down to that level? Could I let him see that?
"I'm thinking about it. He's not gonna like it if I tell him that he's not allowed to be around me half the time."
"Duh, he's you're boyfriend. Trust me, I think he knows when to back off with you."
"Yeah. I haven't talked to Kyle yet about whether or not he's gonna stick around long, but I'll call him during the week.
"Right." Cameron scrawled something in messy pen in her note pad. "Interviews?"
"Ew."
"Got it." She wrote more. Suddenly I heard the front door open. We were sitting downstairs on the bouncy yoga balls in the gym. I set my glass of red wine down curious and walked to the end of the stairs.
"Leda!?" He called. Denis. I squealed and bolted up the stairs. He dropped his bag and I jumped into his arms.
"Denis! You're early." He wrapped his arms around me tighter than ever before.
"I know." He breathed, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. "Fuck I missed you so much." I just hugged him, my arms and legs wrapped around him, and tried not to cry out of sheer happiness.
"I love you." I whispered. It felt so good to be back in his arms again. The warmth that radiated off his body enveloped me, his scent filling my nostrils. I hopped down and just looked up at my boyfriend's beautiful face. He lent down and kissed me softly. As I wrapped my arms around him he pulled me up against the wall gently and kissed me rougher. He pressed his hips against mine and moved his hand from my waist to my chest. Not caring that Cameron was over, or that the front door was open, I moved my hands down his muscular chest to the buckle of his jeans.
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Shaforostop It (2015)
FanfictionWhen American gymnast Leda Mclean accidentally sends a cheeky selfie to the new front man for her favourite band, Denis Stoff, how will he reply? Will it end up as more than a wrong number accident? How will Denis react when he finds out that Leda h...