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Sex In Darkness

"Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power."
- WILDE, Oscar.

| Cody |

"Are you sure?" She whispers. It's the second time she's asked, and even though the room is dark, I can feel her eyes on me, her voice portraying her genuine concern.

"I am."

It begins innocently, despite the sensual undertone.

The kiss quickly becomes heated as she lays on top of me, my legs around her waist. She grinds her hips onto my own, eliciting a gasp and a moan which she swallows as her tongue slides into my mouth.

My arms wrap around her neck, my hands finding their way into her hair in a bid to pull her closer and deeping the kiss.

That's also when she pulls away, only to reattach her lips to my neck. She trails her tongue along my jawline, her hips still grinding against me. She finds my sweet spot fast, remembering from our other times together. The blonde on top of me wastes no time in kissing, nibbling and biting my neck, leaving a hickey behind as a trophy.

The grinding picks up pace and vigor. My hands travel under her shirt and my nails leave their own marks as I pull her closer, desperate to have her as near as possible, the restrictions of the clothing between us beginning to make me irritated.

She pulls her shirt off, halting the movements of her hips. I don't care as I let my eyes slowly scan her body. It's a sight I never grow tired of. My hand travels from her stomach to her breasts in a praising manner as she removes her bra, carelessly tossing it across the room as I sit up in a bid to caress her chest.

She pushes me back down, shaking her head with a sexy smirk on her beautiful face letting me know who the boss is tonight. She trails a single finger down my exposed chest, and even in the darkness I can see her licking her lips.

The blonde stands, earning a groan from myself.

"Relax." She chuckles.

I watch as she removes the rest of her clothing painfully slowly, fully aware of my intense attention. She walks to the end of the bed, her movements remain slow paced as she crawls towards me. I'm pushed back down as the beauty in my bed hovers above me, not quite straddling me as she leans down to capture my lips once again. She places her knee skillfully between my legs, the limb moving with her body as she begins to travel lower, leaving a trail of hickeys on her way down.

I feel her smirk against my skin, clearly happy with her work, as small gasps, moans and namefilled pleas leave my lips. Despite my hands trying to move things along at a faster pace she relents.

I only stop squirming under her when she reaches my hip bones, her teeth pulling at the skin of my groin as she does what she can to avoid where I truly need her.

"Please." I breathe, feeling completely done with her teasing.

"Please what?" She asks, sitting up and tilting her head. She chuckles softly and holds my limbs down as I groan and try to close my legs in a bid to move away.

"No, Cody." The blonde deftly grazes my core with a single digit, smirking when I moan. "You're mine, and we're doing this at my pace."

"Please, K-"

Beep Beep Beep

"Ugh!" I slam my hand against my phone when my alarm goes off, interrupting yet another dream about a certain Dash player. The alarm doesn't cease until I actually stop it, instead of assaulting my phone.

It's not the first time she's appeared in my dreams, though admittedly they are becoming more frequent, I'm guessing due to my recent trip to Houston, even if I didn't get the chance to talk with Mewis.

We're in an odd place. We're not dating, but she has made her feelings known, but I'm still not over how things ended the last time. I'm not over all the times I've been done wrong, been cheated on and treated like shit, including from the Dash player.

The past is something to learn from, to move on from, but I haven't stopped hurting yet meaning all lessons are clouded in emotion, and emotion can cloud judgment.

After going through my morning routine, I leave Tobin's before her and drive to training alone. I'm not looking forward to it, which is something I've not said about the sport I love since I was in high school and my captain was my bully.

Why?

Jack.

A few days after landing in Portland after my Houston trip, I got a call from Christen. She let me know that things with Kelley have reached a new low, Jack is always angry or sulking in her bedroom and worst of all, Ellie broke up with her.

It's not a position I ever found myself in before. I was, by default, always on Jack's side. From the time I could remember it was always her and I. When she got in a fight, I was the asshole who threw the cheap shot just to give her time to get back into it. When she broke up with someone, I never cared because I didn't know them that well.

Until now.

Ellie and I had become friends before she and Jack got together, and now I find myself stuck in the middle.

Well...not directly  in the middle.

After hearing the concern in Christen's voice, my old instincts kicked in. I wanted to take that cheap shot, the sucker punch, I wanted to shield my best friend from things I know I could never prevent from hurting her. I was angry that someone hurt my best friend. I was increasingly angry that it was my own friend that hurt her.

Safe to say things between Ellie and I haven't been great, even with Tobin and Kling trying to play the role of buffers. Words weren't exchanged, but sometimes words aren't needed to make a point.

I park my car and walk slowly into the facility. Most of the team having breakfast as ESPN plays in the background. I greet my teammates who are becoming like family to me. It's a new experience, similiar to but different, from my time at Arsenal. To be surrounded by confident women who love what they do but also accept the responsibilty on their shoulders to inspire the next generation.

"We have some breaking news just coming in, involving a transfer in the NWSL. More after the break."