How to Save A Life (Anthony Rizzo)

34- Every End Is A New Beginning

Anthony

All it took was four games for the Cubs to be knocked out of the playoffs. Sure, we're weren't even supposed to make it this far and we won 4 straight games before this series. And the first year of our rebuild was going in to effect, but anyone on or around this team this season knew we were going to be good. So not even winning a game in the NLCS, it was a hard pill to swallow. It doesn't feel like it's really over, but it is. Maybe making the World Series was a little far fetch for a wild card team but I expected more than a straight sweep. Nothing was working for us and we had our asses handed to us fair and square. We were no match for that Mets line up and now we're going home.

After a long series of really demoralizing interviews where people asked about the same thing over and over again and the hottest shower of my life I come home. I was actually relieved to be here so I could hang out with Clara and get my mind off of things for a while. I toss my things inside my door and go straight to the fridge. I imagine Clara was asleep by now and I didn't want to wake her up so I try to be extra quiet. I quickly drink my beer and dispose of it properly before grabbing my things and going into our room for the night.

I open my door and stop when I look inside. There was candles everywhere and slow music was playing from somewhere in the room. I know Clara has a stereo system for when she plays classical music when she paints but last time I checked that was set up in the art room, not in here.

I walk in and set my things down before I make my way into the middle of the room. I look to the bed and see Clara fast asleep in full lingerie clothing. A black bra and underwear set on not leaving a lot to the imagination. She had some makeup on and her hair done nicely as she laid there. I could tell that the candles had been burning for some time now and she looked like she passed out waiting for me to get home.

I walk over and softly run my fingers through her long curled hair. She had to be cold with the thin articles of clothing covering up as little amount of skin as possible. She was always cold so I couldn't imagine she was warm laying on top of the covers like that.

"Hey baby" I whisper as I lightly shake her and she starts to stir. Eventually her eyes open as she looks around.

"What happened" she asks as she sits up in bed.

"I'm not sure. It looked like you had plans" I admit.

"Oh yeah, I did" she says rubbing her eyes.

"Am I too late" I ask and she shakes her head.

"Nope" she smirks as she pushes me onto the bed.

I lay back as she climbs into my lap. She straddles me as she sits herself down on my waist. I wrap my fingers around her hips letting them dig into her soft skin as she slowly grinds her butt in my lap. Now I could really get a good at look at what she was wearing, or what she wasn't wearing. She looked so sexy and I would tell her that, but she would never believe me.

She quickly takes my shirt off before leaning over me. Her stomach is pressed up against mine as she starts to kiss me all over. She starts at my lips and moves down to my jaw. She moves from my jaw down to my chest as her lips slowly suck on my skin. My eyes flutter shut and roll to the back of my head as my skin startled to tingle.

"Shit" I mumble as her long hair lightly moves across my body. She eventually comes back up and aggressively puts her lips to mine. My hands cup her face as our lips move as one. We stop for a second to catch our breath and I finally ask.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't like it when you're upset" she says.

"I'm not upset" I claim and she gives me that "why even bother lying to me" look.

"Okay, I am upset. But you didn't have to do... this" I say motioning to her outfit.

"But I wanted to" she says softly.

"Why?"

"Because I love you. I know you won't ever admit it but you hate that this season ended this way. You want to be strong for the guys but you don't have to be strong for me. Not right now. I know you feel bad for being swept in the first round, and I just want to make you feel good" she whispers in my ear sending chills down my spine.

"Are you sure" I ask.

"I didn't accidentally put this outfit on" she claims.

"Well do you mind if I take it off" I ask and she smirks.

"I was starting to think you were never going to ask" she smirks.

I slowly unhook her bra in the back and her straps slide off her shoulders. I toss the bra to the floor before running my hands down her sides before stopping at her underwear. I tease her a little before removing them. I quickly flip her over so I was hovering over her dangerously close. I look her over before my eyes meet her eyes. The smile was stuck on my face as I watch her eyes sparkle like the candles around us flicker.

"You're so fucking beautiful" I whisper as I run my hands against her exposed skin. I see the scars and scratches but I think that makes her all the more beautiful in my eyes.

I shed my clothing and climb back to the bed. She throws her arms around my neck as she presses her lips to mine. I softly touch her inner thigh and she suddenly wraps her legs around my hips. I sit her up as she never lets our lips separate for a second. Her long hair rests on top of my arms that was holding her close. I can feel her body heat hit me as we roll around on top of the sheets until she ends up on top of me once again as my hands grip her tight.

She stops for a quick second to look me in my eyes. Her turquoise blue ones shining in the dim room. And even though she was completely naked, she wore her heart up on her sleeve. She never took it off, not even when it was getting beaten. And I can sit here and be upset about losing a baseball game or not being able to play for a while. But that's not what's important. Because as soon as I waked through those doors I was no longer Anthony Rizzo, first baseman for the Chicago Cubs. I was just Anthony Rizzo, the man who loves his girlfriend more than anything.

"Are you ready" I ask and she smiles down at me.

"I'm ready."