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18

Dedicated to Notmia101

"Shh, don't say it
Watch me put my finger to your—"
–FLETCHER

"Just relax," the unmistakable voice of Kevin Scott sounded out from the phone laying on Kelley's hotel bed. "It's just a date. With my sister. It's not exactly the first time for you two."

From the bed beside Kelley's, Lo'eau giggles. The history of O'Hara and Scott is very well known amongst the Royals, and for the Stanford girl to witness the veteran player fretting over her date was quite hilarious.

'Shut up', Kelley mouths, before turning to glare at her phone, annoyed with the nonchalant tone of Kevin's voice.

"That's not much help, Kev. Besides...it always feels like the first when I'm with her." O'Hara mumbles, but knows that Lo'eau hears her when the younger woman aww's. "Anyway, I'll just find something to wear, I didn't exactly bring a lot."

"When is she picking you up?" Kevin asks from his end of the phone.

"Anytime now," Lo'eau answers as Kelley vacates the room and heads to the bathroom to change.

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The nerves coursing through Kelley's veins were mirrored in Logan. The adrenaline from the game had long since dissipated, and that certain type of confidence that comes along with it, also evaporated, leaving Logan a fumbling mess as she stood outside the door of Kelley's hotel room.

"Now, that is something I never thought I'd see." Logan's head snapped to the side to see Amy leaning against the wall, a smug smile on her face. "The Great Logan Scott shaking, too scared to knock on a door."

"Always a pleasure, Amy."

The two silently stared at one another before Amy closed the distanced and hugged the younger woman.

"It's good to see you and Kelley one better terms," Amy smiled. "Shame you're too chicken to knock on the door though."

Rolling her eyes, Logan scoffed. "I'm not scared."

"You shouldn't be. Didn't you date two women at once? Now that is terrifying," the shorter blonde chuckles at the faux glare on the Canadian's face.

"I want to be annoyed, but you do have a point. This is a piece of cake," Logan mumbled, trying to psych herself up.

"Good. That's good. Then you won't mind if I do this," Amy smirked before knocking on the hotel room door before running away laughing. "You're welcome!"

Logan didn't hear the door open. She was too busy glaring in the direction of the runaway Amy to notice that Kelley had opened the door and had been admiring the blonde in front of her.

Peeking her head out to the hallway, Kelley noticed it was empty, before standing straight again and smiling at the still glaring Scott.

"Do you want to get dinner or continue to stare at the hallway?" Kelley asked, and a teasing smile graced her lips when Logan's head finally turned to her.

"Oh, definitely," Logan smiled as her eyes slowly trailed the length of the woman in front of her. "You look beautiful, by the way."

"Jeans and a hoodie, and you're serving up compliments, you must want something," Kelley laughs as she closes the door behind her and the two make their way to the elevator. "Are you going to tell me where you're taking me?"

"Don't make it sound like I'm a serial killer. I'm just trying to get you alone in the dark," Logan nudges her shoulder against Kelley's.

"Yeah, 'cause that doesn't sound creepy."

Logan nods softly, "Good point. I was thinking dinner and a walk along the beach, watch the sunset - it'll be the second most beautiful view at the beach."

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"I still can't believe you gave her advice," Leonie grumbled as she sat at the kitchen island nursing a steaming cup of coffee.

Mel sighed, glancing at the unhappy blonde, she was down to one grumpy blonde in her life and she was determined to keep this one. "What did you want me to do? To tell her to leave me alone? Maybe get someone else to give her advice?"

"The last one sounds good," Leo mumbled. "I don't understand why you're so helpful–I mean I love it, but why?"

"You know why." Mel stared at her fellow German, giving her a pointed look. "It's Logan."

"I know," the blonde sighed. "I just...don't like knowing that she's taking Kelley out on a date, and every little detail that she's planned – with your help."

"I miss her too."

"I didn't say that—"

"You didn't have to." Melanie interrupted the defensive blonde. "But you have to accept that right now isn't the time for all of us. Believe me, I know it sucks, I really do."

"But why Kelley?" Leonie groans which makes her girlfriend laugh.

"We both know why, babe."

"Do you think she'll come back?" The blonde asks softly after a few minutes of silence. The simple questions makes the brunette's heart twist in her chest.

"I don't know."

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"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" The freckled women yells as she waddles out of the ocean, soaked from head to toe, unable to chase after the cackling Canadian.

"You seemed like you were getting comfortable, I wanted to change that. Why? Did you not want to be thrown into the ocean?" Logan smiles innocently, ignoring the angry glare on the shorter woman's face.

"What the fuck! So now I have to establish that I don't want to be thrown into water during a date?!"

"Give me some credit, I made you leave your phone in my car," Logan defended. "Besides, I always liked you wet."

The hard glare on the American's face faltered slightly at the double meaning and she searches her brain for a comeback. Any comeback. It doesn't even have to be good, she thinks to herself and after a few seconds, settles on a pathetic "Shut up."

"You wound me," Logan dramatically places a hand on her heart, grinning like a child. "C'mon, I'll let you dry off at my place, Amy would kill me if you catch the cold."

Despite the confusion in her mind, and the suspicion falling to Amy, Kelley let Logan wrap an arm around her soaked shoulders and guide her to her home which wasn't that far from the beach. Once inside, Logan locks the door behind them, and helps Kelley peel her socks and shoes off.

"I'll go get sweats and a hoodie for you to wear, the bathroom is just down the hall to the left, there's already a towel. I'll get your clothes cleaned and dried." Logan doesn't wait for a reply as she jogs to what Kelley assumes to be the blonde's bedroom, and she herself heads to the bathroom. A knock on the door caught her by surprise.

"Hey," Logan chuckled. "I hope these are okay. Just leave your clothes in the hamper, I'll get them when you're done."

And with that she left the American pro to shower and change into dry clothes, which happened to be a hoodie from her Bayern days and sweats that read 'don't look at my dick'.

"Nice sweats," Kelley chuckles as she comes out the bathroom, drying her damp hair with the towel and walking into the kitchen to find Logan placing a mug of hot chocolate on the counter for Kelley. "You better do as they say."

"I don't know," Logan smirks, her eyes slowly trailing the length of O'Hara's body before landing at the writing on the sweats, which were located at the crotch area. "I don't really like being told what to do."