You run across the soccer field, the white and black ball at your feet. As you come up to the net that James, your boyfriend, is guarding, you kick the ball. You hold your breath as James lunges for the ball and blocks it from going into his net.
"Agh!" You exclaim in frustration despite the smile on your face.
"I told you, Y/N, I'm just too good at this sport." He laughs, smirking.
You narrow your eyes at him. "Uh-huh, right." You say with doubt.
"If I'm correct the score is still 1-1." You state, your hands on your hips.
"Not for long, love, not for long." James replies, grinning. Before you can say anything, he drops the soccer ball on the grass and starts kicking it across the field towards your net.
"James!" You laugh, chasing after him.
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The game is tied 2-2. You're coming up James's empty net. This can be your winning goal. Your boyfriend is trailing far behind you, panting hard. When you get a clear shot to his net, you pull your leg back to kick the ball in.
Out of nowhere, James's arms suddenly come around your waist just as you kick the ball. You shriek, laughing as he holds you against his chest as you both watch the ball sail through the air. It looks like it's about to go into the net but instead, it bounces off the post and goes out of bounds.
Your jaw drops in disbelief and you let out a short laugh. You turn in James's arms and he's grinning happily down at you.
"James Andrew Eric Phelps, how dare you!" You laugh, your hands on his chest. "That's a foul—a penalty!"
"Is it such a penalty if I really wanted to hug my girlfriend?" James asks, his eyes widening innocently.
You glare at him and try to hide your smile. "You didn't want to hug me, you wanted to stop me from scoring." You state, poking him in the chest repeatedly.
"Stop!" He laughs, grabbing your hand. James readjusts his footing on the grass and then slips.
"James!" You exclaim as he pulls you down with him. You land on top of him, elbowing him in the chest. He gasps in pain.
"Oh, James, I'm so sorry." You say, your hands covering your mouth as you move off of him. He rubs his chest.
"Are you okay?" You ask worriedly. James starts chuckling and then looks at you, while laughing. You stare at him in confusion as he turns to wrap his arm around you, pulling you close.
"I'm fine, Y/N. I'm just fine." He laughs, before he leans in to kiss you deeply.
"You know, that's what you get for making me miss that goal." You say in between the kiss, grinning. James returns the grin before you both resume the kiss.
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