A/N : Oh my goodness I'm so sorry this is pretty short! I'm not very familiar with Roma so that's why! This is for Vassia_M_18 !! I hope you like it! Again, I'm so sorry if it's not up to your expectation!
The air is thick with excitement as the players sprint down the field. The crowd roars with passion with hope that a goal will be made. My heart thuds heavily against my chest. I bring my hand up to my mouth and bite on the salty nail of my forefinger. My eyes focus on number 44. The corner kick is in place and the ball is flung to the Greek man who jumps up and heads it. My feet hit the pavement and I scream with excitement. Other Roma fans stand up with me and cheer for their team.
"That's my Kostas!" I yell, cupping my hands over my mouth. "Woo!"
Kostas runs to the side I'm watching from and forms a heart with his hands.
"Vassia." He mouths.
My heart flutters. Everyone around me cheers louder. I kiss my hand and blow towards him. He winks and runs backward to his teammates. The game ends and Roma wins. I quickly make my way through the stadium to the locker rooms. I flash my badge a couple of times before walking into the smelly room.
"I'm here! Please don't strip in front of me!" I yell to the team.
A couple of 'you got it' and 'okay' are thrown around in response.
"Vassia!" I hear Kostas call out. I jog down the row of lockers and find him with his arms open. He wraps them around me and my head rests against his chest. His sweat sticks to my face but I don't care.
"Baby, you were amazing!" I squeal. I'm sure it's muffled considering my mouth is against his shirt.
His lips kiss the top of my head. "Thank you, my love. I got that last goal for you."
"I saw." I lean back and smirk at him. His eyes twinkle with excitement. "I'm very honored."
"I'm glad." He pecks me on the lips. "I think we should head home and celebrate."
I nod my head excitedly.
He leans down and his hot breath hits my ear. "I was thinking about celebrating in the other kind of way..."
"Kostas!" I slap his shoulder, making him chuckle and throw his hands up defensively.
"I'm kidding babe....maybe."
"I'll meet you at the car." I roll my eyes. I go to walk away but Kostas grabs my arm and kisses my cheek. I blush and he lets go. I walk to the car with a smile on my face.
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"I swear, if you throw anymore salt on that chicken I will cut you." I raise the knife in my hand.
Kostas laughs beside me and leans against the counter. "But I scored that goal for you!"
I point the knife at him. "I don't care."
"It's okay baby." He winks. "I like my girl feisty."
He grabs the knife from my hand and slams it on the cutting board. He slyly grabs my shoulders and pulls me in front of him. His hands fall to my waist and I feel him squeeze softly.
"Kostas." I whine.
"Vassia." He imitates my voice.
I roll my eyes at him. "You're annoying."
"You love it." He smiles and presses his forehead against mine. "I know you do."
"I don't know about that." I giggle. He closes the gap and our lips intertwine. The kiss is soft yet passionate. I push my hands through his freshly washed hair. It's so soft. I pull away and turn to the chicken. "Ah!"
I turn the stove off frantically while Kostas laughs behind me.
"It's fine babe. It'll still taste great."
"Let's get the champagne out." I turn to him.
"Gotcha." He hums and goes to the wine cellar to grab the bottle. After a few minutes he comes back up and gets two glasses. "Can I do the honors?"
"Of course." I smirk and stop what I'm doing to watch him.
Kostas pops the cork and the champagne bubbles onto the floor. We both laugh at the small mess. He pours the liquid into the glasses. I take mine and sip it. It's cold and refreshing.
"Vassia! I didn't make a toast."
"Oh." My eyes widen. "My bad, uh rewind." I make a few noises and pour some more champagne into my glass. "Okay, now go."
Kostas shakes his head at me.
"Cheers to my goal today. I couldn't have done it without you baby."
I smile. "Cheers to that."
We tap our glasses and then down the drink.
"Woah." Kostas laughs.
"Dinner time!" I clap excitedly.
"Indeed." Kostas smirks. He wraps his arms around me and picks me up over his shoulder.
"Kostas!" I squeal whilst hitting his shoulder. "What are you doing!?"
"You said it was dinner time..." He chuckles as he walks up the stairs to the master bedroom. "I'm going to have my dinner."
"Kostas!"
He slaps my butt and I bust out laughing.
