Homerun

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It was the second to last home game of the season and emotions were running high in the stadium. It was a close game seeing we were down one. Dansby was not having the best night, he had flew out to second and struck out looking on a strike that was obviously a ball. My nerves were shot so I was sitting sipping on my second beer. He was now up for the third time with runners on 2nd and 3rd.

The first pitch came in almost hitting the dirt. When the up called it a strike I watched as Dansby dropped his bat by his side and turned arguing the strike. Giving up he turns back in the box. The next pitch can and Dansby crushed it into right center knocking in the two runs and earning himself a double.

"Did you see what Dansby just said?" Megan laughed pointing to the little tv attached to our seats. As they zoomed in on Dansby you could clearly see him say fuck you. Maybe it was the two beers, maybe it was just how hot Dansby looks when pissed off but either I was eager to get home. When the game came to an end Dansby shot me a text saying to catch a ride with Megan because he had to do interviews.

After Megan dropped me off I went upstairs and changed into one of Dansby's T-shirt's, it came down to mid-thigh so I didn't bother with pants. I knew Dansby's attitude would be one of two things, happy for the win or pissed because of how he played.... for how I'm feeling I'm hoping for the latter.

When the front door slammed I smiled slightly knowing he was pissed. I was standing in the kitchen sipping on one of the beers from the fridge. Dansby waltz into the kitchen and tugged open the fridge grabbing himself a beer before his eyes finally landed on me.

He stared at me expectantly, I knew what he wanted me to say but I was just winding him up. "Yes?" I ask looking at him.

"Are you going to tell me good game?" He asked.

I shrug lifting the beer to my lips. "Should I." I smirk when he rolls his eyes.

"Yes you should." He says lowly coming over and trapping between the isle in the kitchen.

"And why is that. I'm not obligated to tell you good game if you didn't really play well." When his arms tensed around me I knew I had hit the right nerve.

He stared down at me for a moment before pressing his lips hard to mine. Not wasting a second his tongue was in my mouth exploring every inch. My hands went up and dipped into the back of his shirt as I played with his hair. His hands moved down lifting the shirt slightly so that his hands were on my waist, in a moment he had me up on the counter, standing between my legs letting his lips work down my neck.

"Dans." I moan closing my eyes. His hands move farther up until he realizes I wasn't wearing a bra. Smirking against my neck he lifts my, well his, shirt off my body and tosses on the kitchen floor.

"You are gorgeous you know that?" He mumbles pulling away.

"Less talking more kissing." I say wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him closer. Chuckling he places one arm under me and lifts me off the counter and carries me into living room where he threw me on the couch.

"What do you want princess?" He asks darkly hovering over me.

"You. I want you Dansby." I answer reaching up and lifting his shirt off of him. Dansby reaches his lips to mine as his hand dips into the waist band of my panties.

I moan into his mouth as he pushes his fingers into me. He continues until my back is arching and I release onto his fingers. "Breath pretty girl." He whispers as he kiss my neck letting me come down from my high.

"Your turn." I smirk once I collected myself.

I go to move down on him but he stops. "Let's save that pretty mouth of your for another time, right now I really just want you."