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Love looks at herself in the broken mirror before turning around and smiling at her friends. Their makeup is now just a messy blur that once was shining and on point. Her uniform was still cute and shiny, but marked with a few lipstick spots. Her hair was finally down after hours being on the tightest ponytail possible.

“Stop smiling and clean up your face” Earn throws the makeup wipes at her “you look like shit”.

Love huffs and cleans her face. 

“I may look bad now, but we are going to look amazing with our gold medals at the end of this.”

She smiles again, winking at her friend. They just finished their routine, and it was definitely a hit zero. After years of cheerleading, she knows their routine is strong enough to be the highest scoring if they didn’t make any mistakes- just like they did now.

“You know we still have months before the actual competition right?” Film asks, wiping her makeup as well “This was just a full out with uniforms.”

She screams the last word, because her girlfriend lifts her up suddenly.

“WE ARE GOING TO WIN!!!” Namtan screams, hyped up. This was her first year as a cheerleader, and she doesn’t know anything about cheerleading scores, but she’s the first one to hype up the team. Right now, she still has a full face of makeup, but she’s already wearing her football jersey and shorts.

“Are you going to play like that?” Love laughs

“Hey, someone has to bring beauty to the football team!” She kisses Film’s cheek. They are always clingy.

“Oh come on, your team is full of pretty girls. They don’t need glitter and blue eyeshadow to be beautiful.” Love says, thinking of all the football players she kissed during parties.

“Oh and I do?” Namtan says, stealing the wipes from her hand. She cleans her face and winks at Love “But I know how much you like my team… maybe today you can find a new target.”

The whole cheerleading team howls and Love rolls her eyes. She pushes Namtan outside the dressing room and walks over to the football court with her. Namtan leaves her with their backpacks on the bleachers and runs towards the team. After a short while, Film sits next to Love. They lean against each other, watching the football team warm up.

The girls start kicking the ball around, practicing trade passes and shooting at goals. Love could see not all of them were good at it, but the team seemed to be better than last year. It made her happy to see that, because she was friends with so many girls from the team. Most of them, she developed a friendship after kissing them during parties and having to cool them down after they tried to chase her, thinking the kiss meant something bigger. Now, she had warm feelings for most of them, hoping the football team could grow and help their school’s team win the grand championship during the olympics in a few months. When it got to Namtan’s time in line, she scored and ran towards where Film was sitting on the bleachers, making lousy cartwheels in the process. 

“That was for you my love!” She screamed, blowing kisses at her girlfriend. Film laughed and threw her a heart.
“Your girlfriend is such a goofball,” Love said to her friend.

“She is…” Film said, staring lovingly at the player “But you know that’s what makes me like her.”

Love rolled her eyes. They were so stupidly in love.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. I know you will find love someday too!” 

“I’m sure I will, but not right now.”

“Well, that’s on you. You kiss more girls in a month than I have my whole life. But everytime they go after you…”

“They don’t have anything interesting!” Love shrugged

“You’re literally friends with all of them.” Film pointed at the field “Kapook at our first party here, Ciize every other night..”

“You’re not seriously slut shaming me for hooking up with Ciize right?” She looked at the court, prepared to argue a little more, but her eyes landed on someone laughing with Namtan. “Wait, who is she?”

The girl was a lot like Namtan, actually. She was also tall, with black silky hair and she was goofing around with her friend. But this girl had her hair in a ponytail and her smile was… wider? Something was different there, but Love couldn’t quite put her finger on it. 

“Who? Milk?” Film furrowed her eyebrows. “She has been on the team for like two years. She’s from Namtan’s class, don’t you remember her?”

Love denied, shaking her head, so Film took out her phone to show her Milk’s instagram page. 

“Oh, I think I follow her already.” Love checked on her phone, and saw that not only did she follow Milk, but they had already exchanged some DMs about previous competitions. She checked the girl’s last photos, even though she didn’t have many posts. Most of them were with the football team, but Love didn’t remember being in any of those matches.

“Oh no.” Film said, throwing her head back. “There you go.”

“Hey!” Love blocked her phone, protesting. “I didn’t do anything. I just find it weird that I apparently know her but I don’t have any memories of her or these days on her instagram.”

“Well, that’s because you never go to football games if they don’t have a cheerleading routine or a party on the same day. Besides, I think Milk is just now starting to actually go out with the team.”

“Hm.” Love nods, looking again at that girl laughing with Namtan. She looked so fresh for someone who was running around, and Namtan seemed to be close to her. Or that’s just how Namtan interacted with anyone.

“I know that look Love.”

“Please, the game is starting.” Love turned to face the field, screaming and cheering. That was her speciality after all. 

But her eyes were glued at the girl. She noticed every girl from the team knew her, and she smiled and hugged every one of them before the game started. 
Apparently, she was good. At least that was what Love could get from the little she knew about football. Every play seemed to be aimed at passing the ball towards Milk, who was the closest player to the goal. That didn’t mean the girl was just waiting for the ball. Those long legs were running. Milk ran around the whole field, going back to help defending and sprinting whenever a chance of a counter attack appeared. Love was amazed how the girl could move fast and pivot her body to adjust any balls that reached her feet. 

Love felt mesmerized. It wasn’t like she had never seen someone play well in her life- Namtan herself was the best player on the team. But something about the way that girl moved caught her attention. 

“WOOOOAH” Love screamed, jumping and cheering when Milk finally scored a goal.

“What the fuck?” Film exclaimed, looking at her friend. “I’ve seen you cheering thousands of times, but never this loud.” She covered her ears. “I think you’ve popped my eardrum.”

Love blushed and sat down again. On the court, the team was hugging and pushing Milk around. The girl was bright red, but her smile was almost bigger than her face. Love smiled too.

“I’m sorry, I think I got too invested.”

“Yeah, I know what you’re investing in.” Film teased her, seeing how Love’s eyes were glued to the player. 

“Oh give me a break. I’m a cheerleader, I have to cheer.” Love smirked and turned to the field again, the ball already on game. “It’s not my fault our football team is so much better than they were last time I saw the girls playing.”

Film decided not to tease Love anymore, knowing there was no point in that. Once her friend chose a target, she never backed down. All she did was nod, turning her attention to her girlfriend, who was running around the field. Still, Namtan found a moment to look up and wink at her. She loved that girl so much.

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Film and Love walked over to the locker rooms door, waiting for the team to get out. They managed to keep the 1x0 scoreboard, so everyone was happy. Film was almost jumping next to Love, waiting for Namtan so she could congratulate her- even if she wasn’t the one to score the goal. The responsible for that was wandering around Love’s mind. She could still clearly see Milk’s ponytail swinging and her body moving fast. She would never admit to her friend, but she was also kind of excited for the team to come outside, so she could see the girl closely. Maybe this enchantment would pass once she saw her messy, covered in sweat and up close. 

But that just wasn’t what happened. Actually, it was the opposite.

The team opened the doors with thunder, clapping and laughing together. They were clearly happy, and Milk seemed to be in the middle of the celebration, with her face burning red and a smile that didn’t even fit there. She was indeed sweaty and her ponytail was almost falling apart, but Love felt paralyzed watching the scene. She looked cuter now than far away during the game.

“Hey my cheerleader!” Ciize called, pulling Love into a hug. “Please tell me you were cheering for me during this match.” She winked, teasing Love. The thing is, she knows how to play this as well.

“Oh I guess you’re mistaking me. Earn left after cheer practice…” Ciize smirked and rolled her eyes at Love. “I did cheer, but not for you today my dear.”

“It was for me, right?” Namtan flexed her arms, lifting her eyebrows jokingly. “Oh no, the one who cheers for me is right here, excuse me.” She pushed Love aside and pulled Film into a hug. “Did I play well? Most importantly, did I look hot during it?” 

Film rolled her eyes and punched Namtan’s arm. “You idiot.” Then, she kissed her. “Yes for both my dear.”

“Oh I can’t stand you two loving each other all the time.” Kapook jokes, smiling at her friends. “But who did you cheer for then, Love?”

Love smirked and knew it was her chance. The whole team was standing in front of the two cheerleaders. She looked into Kapook’s eyes and used her best innocent voice:

“Well, for Milk, obviously.” She glanced at the player.

“What?” Milk gulped, widening her eyes. The rest of the team giggled, knowing Love’s game for years. “Me?”

“Sure.” Love grinned “You’re the one who scored our goal. It’s more than fair that you have a cheerleader screaming your name.”

Namtan bursted out laughing. “Oh okay, let's go outside before you start saying dirty stuff.” 

Love laughed and followed her friends, leaving a heavily confused Milk behind. She knew she had exposed herself a little, but it wasn’t such a big deal since she knew most of the girls on the team closely. She just hoped it worked to make an impression on Milk, so she would stay on the player’s mind for a while. She wasn’t sure Milk would remember who she was- specially since she didn’t remember Milk before-, but at least now she was sure the girl had acknowledged her existence. And even better, it was while she was wearing her cheerleading outfit. Love knew the power she had wearing that tight crop top and short skirt. 
Even so, she wasn’t going to let Milk’s memory of her fade easily. When she got home, after taking a shower and putting on normal clothes, she DMd Milk’s instagram. 

Good game today! I hope I can see you score some more on the future :) 

Love turned down her phone and went to sleep without waiting for an answer. She knew this was just the first step to get Milk’s attention, and she was willing to take some time to do so. 

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Love sighed, sitting down next to Film. They were sitting on the hottest bleacher she had ever known, sun burning their whole bodies and God knows where the fuck that was. 

“Why are they playing in the middle of nowhere again?” Love asked, thinking if this was ever a good idea. It was so hot she felt like she wouldn’t even bear staying the whole game wearing their team’s shirt. Luckily, she had thought about that before and was wearing a sports bra in the same blue shade underneath. 

“They always do. You just never come.”

Love could feel the tone Film was using on her. She knew it was obvious to her friend the reason she was going to her first football only game in about 3 years of college. She just hoped it was obvious for her tall target, who was at the court running and stretching. 

“Well, there’s a first time for everything!” She smiled, tilting her head. There was no point hiding it from her best friend. “Do you think it will work at least?”

Film rolled her eyes. “I’ve never seen you failing in getting a girl you actually want.” 

Love grinned and focused on the court. Milk was talking to Namtan, both of them smiling and pointing at the girls from the team. They seemed close, something Love never noticed before. But again, she never actually noticed Milk anyway. Today the girl looked exactly the same as she did two weeks ago: football uniform and hair in a ponytail. She actually looked like most of the girls on the team, but she was the only one who actually caught Love’s attention. She couldn’t understand what was making her so interested. But she knew she was staring, hoping Milk would look up just for her to wave and make sure the girl knew she was there. 

But that did not happen. The judge whistled and the game started. Love didn’t know a lot about football, but she did know how to cheer. And that’s what she did. Film being annoyingly in love with Namtan was useful, because the two of them were cheering loud and proud. She could tell their rival for this game was weaker than the last one, because the girls were moving swiftly around the court, and Kapook wasn’t even working back there at the goal. It wasn’t long until the team scored, and Ciize twirled around celebrating, while Love and Film screamed her name. Even though Love was pissed at the place and the heat at the beginning, she was actually having fun. She loves cheering and she loves her friends, so this was a good way to spend her Sunday afternoon. After a while, Namtan scored a goal and ran towards the bleachers, blowing kisses at Film. The cheerleaders made a heart with their arms in response.

Love was having fun, but she noticed Milk hadn’t even looked at her yet. The girl was focused on the game and on her team, never once looking up, even when they were screaming and singing at the team. The truth is, two girls didn’t make a lot of noise, but she still hoped she would get a chance to show Milk she was there cheering for her. It seemed the time would come fast, since Milk was stealing balls easily and always, always getting just so close to the goal. But the ball didn’t seem to want to enter by her feet. 

But that time didn’t come. Not during the game, at least. The final score was 2x0, no goals from Milk this time. Even far away, Love could see the girl was pissed. 

“There’s my champion!” Film jumped from the bleachers to hug Namtan. “You look so cute when you win.”

“Not cuter than you cheering for me…” She kissed the shorter girl all over her face, then turned to Love. “What about this other cheerleader here?”

“I’m cute too!” Love grinned.

“Yes you are!” Ciize hugged her from behind, making Love laugh and turn around. “I think you’re my good luck charm, I don’t usually score like I did today.”

Love smiled at her friend, but she did not dare to say anything more. She knew it was easy to fall into a flirting game with Ciize, but today she had to focus on conquering Milk. She looked around, but didn’t see the girl. 

“Hey.. where is the rest of the team?”

“Kapook told me they were going to wait at the parking lot, we just came here to get you two.” Ciize answered, pointing outside. “I was thinking we could go out and eat? Maybe get some drinks?”

“Oh, I could eat a whole restaurant now. But I will go anywhere my lady wants.” Namtan pulled Film closer, who grinned and nodded. “Hey Love, I think your girl is still at the locker rooms.”

“What?” Love blushed, not expecting Namtan to be so obvious.

The taller girl shrugged and started walking away with Film and Ciize, laughing. She looked at Love again “Maybe you should ask her to come with us!” 

Love closed her eyes, feeling her body heated with shame. She loved Namtan, and actually liked the information she gave her, but she felt so exposed. 

Still, she walked towards the locker rooms to look for Milk. Before entering, she knocked, making sure she didn’t enter on the girl naked. It would definitely be a pretty vision, but Love wasn’t sure she could take more embarrassment. 

“Hey, is anybody here?” She couldn’t let Milk know she was there just for her. Not yet.

“Oh, hey! I’m just finishing washing up.” She heard a voice come from inside. She even had a cute voice, how could that be. Love entered and leaned against the wall, looking at Milk through the mirrors.

“Hey” Love’s voice was soft now “the girls are planning to go eat, will you join us?”

“Love!” Milk seemed surprised, and Love smiled seeing the girl remembered who she was “I didn’t realise you were at the game today too.”

She turned to see Love face to face, instead of through their reflections. This time, Milk’s hair was down and messy. Love could see her face was still wet from washing at the sink, and the rest of her body was shining from sweat. Usually, this would be gross. But right now, she thought it made Milk look hotter.

“I liked cheering for you last time… so when Film told me she was coming I decided to join her.” Love winked looking up at the other girl.

“Oh.” Milk blushed, looking at the floor. “Then.. I’m sorry. I didn’t play so well today.”

Love moved closer to her, placing her hand on Milk’s shoulder. 

“I think you did play well.” She chased Milk’s eyes, locking their gaze “You may not have scored a goal, but I saw how much you ran and all the times you assisted the other girls.” 

Milk frowned, not satisfied.

“That’s kind of you to say. But my main function at this team is exactly scoring…” she sighed. “I think I’ll pass on the hand out today.” 

Love could see Milk was upset about the game. She understood how the girl felt. She was herself very competitive, and even when her team scored well, she couldn’t be fully happy if she felt like she didn’t give her best. That’s how Milk seemed to feel, hanging her backpack on her shoulder”

Maybe. She needed some encouragement.

“Hey, come with us today to feel better,” Love moved closer, breathing the same air as Milk. The taller girl seemed surprised, but couldn’t look away for Love’s shiny eyes “and I’ll help you find something to give you motivation to play better next time.”

Milk was holding her breath, unable to think straight. She knew Love was good at flirting, she had seen it happen during parties and sports events. But she had never been the target of it. She wasn’t even sure if it was actually flirting or if Love was just being a good sports manager and cheerleader. She didn’t want to think wrong and embarrass herself. Still, she couldn’t deny something a pretty girl was asking her. Especially not when said pretty girl was just centimeters away from her face.

“I… I guess I can go then.” She saw Love smile at her and released her breath. Love backed off, grinning. “But I seriously can’t stay long, I have classes tomorrow morning.”

Love nodded and smiled swiftly at Milk. The girl’s face was bright red, and Love loved seeing that effect. If Milk was blushing because of her, that meant she had a chance. And that made Love even more confident to keep hitting on her.

“Well, I’ll wait for you at the parking lot then. You can ride with me, Film and Namtan. My car is the red one.” She turned on her heels and left a confused Milk at the locker rooms. She was not sure what Love wanted yet, but Love was decided to make it crystal clear as soon as possible.

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“Let me choose the music!!” Namtan stole Love’s phone from her hand even before she started the car. “I’ll check the maps so I have the right to choose the music.”

“You know this is still my car right? And what are you even doing on the passenger seat?”

“I’m choosing the music!” Namtan grinned and kissed Love’s head. She rolled her eyes and laughed. Namtan was a pain in the ass sometimes, but she loved her. It was great to spend time with someone who made her laugh all the time, and Namtan was great at it. 

“Babe please don’t get us into a car accident, let Love drive in peace.” Film’s eyes were almost closed, smiling hard. Love looked through the mirror, checking the girls on the back. Milk was also smiling, used to Namtan’s clowning. This was a great way to spend time with Milk as a beginning, so the girl would be comfortable and able to talk to Love without dissolving. 

“Hey Milk, what do you like to listen to?” 

“Oh, I can listen to whatever you girls want.” She smiled at Love. That smile was so damn cute. 

“I want to know what you like.” Love winked, then turned her attention back to the road. She couldn’t check right now, but she hoped Milk liked the attention. And it was true, she wanted to know if her attraction to Milk would actually mean something or if it would have to be just a one night stand, in case her taste in music was horrible.

“Well..” she grabbed her phone “Today I was listening to the playlist I have for game days. But it’s kind of specific.”

“Nice.” Namtan reached backwards to Milk’s phone and copied the playlist's name. A low bass rap song started playing. Love looked at the mirror surprised, she would never guess Milk was into that kind of music. She herself was mostly into pop girls and pop punk bands, but mostly stuff sung by women. Very different from that. But it wasn’t bad, she could understand the appeal it had for prepping before a game day. The lyrics were mostly about being strong and winning over hard times. And that drop of personality was nice. Even…

“That’s what you hear before thrashing the game?” Love took advantage of the red traffic light to side eye at Milk “That’s hot.” 

The light turned green and she went back into driving. But this time, she could see Milk smiling and looking down while her face turned red.

— 

It was no surprise Ciize was the center of attention when they got there.

“My girls!!!” She screamed at the group, standing up and waving her hands. Kapook was leaning against the wall, looking lovely at the small girl. Love and Film noticed Earn was sitting exactly next to the seat Ciize was just a second ago. They exchanged a look and smirked at their friend. Earn would never lose a chance to meet up with Ciize, especially if Kapook was there as well. “I got us the best seat and my dear Earn already got us drinks.”

“I thought we were going to eat…” Milk asked, confused. Love could see she was not used to Ciize chaotic behaviour.

Love stepped closer to Milk, grabbing her arm. That girl was so tall. She could only talk to her looking up.

“Oh you don’t have to drink. That’s just how Ciize works, she loves to turn everything into a party.” Milk chuckled and looked down at Love’s eyes. “You can just have anything you want.” Love added, with a wink and a smirk. 

“I will want drinks. And a burger.” Namtan announced, stealing the attention to her. “And anything else my beautiful girlfriend demands.”

“Oh my God can you not be so clingy for like five seconds?” Ciize teased, even though she loved Namtan with Film. They were cute and fun, nobody could ever dislike them. 

“Come on Ciize, what can you say?” Film nodded to the girls at the table “I don’t think I have seen you without your girls for like a whole year now.”

“Wow, come on!” Earn widened her eyes, objecting “Not everyone has a perfect love story like you two, us single girls have to stick together.” She made an angry face jokingly. Kapook was still on the wall, looking away while holding a laugh. 

“Please leave my babies alone and start drinking.” Ciize cut the subject, not wanting to deal with drama from any of them right now. She knew their not-relationship would eventually be a problem, but not right now. “My Love, can I lean on you to drink with me?”

Love felt Ciize’s eyes locking into hers, suggesting so many things. She would usually go along with it, teasing until one of them gave up- or one of Ciize’s girlfriends intervened. But not today. She couldn’t be all womanizer in front of Milk, this would not help her at all.

“I’m not sure…” Love tugged at Milk’s arm, that she was still holding “I’ll have whatever Milk wants today.” She grinned, fixing her eyes on the girl.

The girl who responded with a sigh and a nod. “I guess I’ll have one drink with you girls… But I seriously can’t go too hard, I have to wake up early.” 

Milk smiled at Love, who nodded and walked to the table, sitting next to Earn and pulling a chair for Milk. 

That was cool. Just hanging out. So she could understand what the hell got her so interested in Milk. And if she was actually worth the time.

Love didn’t usually invest so much in someone. She didn’t usually keep interested in someone for over a night, so there wasn’t even time to invest. It was something completely different flirting during a party intending to kiss and go away, or flirting as a sport with every pretty girl she saw. Now, she was thinking about what to do and how to speak with Milk. But she didn’t even know who Milk was. She could be boring, she could be weird, she could even be a psychopath. But one thing Love was sure Milk was, was pretty. Even messy and kind of stinking. Her hair was just straight and black, much like Namtan’s or Kapook’s, but something about her hair was different. Her skin was pale, but it was like… well, milk. It seemed creamy and soft. Her smile talking to the girls was wide, taking over her face. Looking now, Love could see she had a mole on her cheek, specifically where she blushed when she was shy. And her eyes were…

Love felt something kick her under the table. Film was staring at her with an angry face, shaking her head sideways.

“You’re staring.” She whispered under her breath.

Love blushed and took another sip of her drink. She couldn’t drink a lot, since she was driving, but right now she needed something to distract her. 

She was probably staring for a long time, since Namtan and Milk had already finished their meals- and Namtan also finished Film’s meals. Kapook and Earn were at their own world, chatting and staring lovingly at Ciize, who was babbling and carresing both girl’s legs. Lucky for Love, Milk didn’t notice her staring, since she was chatting and laughing with Namtan. Film was still looking at her, holding a laugh.

“Are you back with us Lovergirl?” Namtan teased, but didn’t explain the reason behind the question. Love didn’t even know how she noticed that, but she knew Film and Namtan had their own way of communication. 

“I never left you darling.” Love winked.

Milk laughed and looked at her. She seemed more comfortable now, probably because she was used to hanging out with the team. But Love liked that she was comfortable with her being there as well. She smiled at Milk, blinking her eyes.

“Hey, I’m afraid I’ll be the one to leave you soon.” She probably meant it for the whole group, but she said it directly at Love’s shiny eyes. “I really have to wake up early.”

“Well, then Love can give you a ride.” Film kicked her again. “Right? I know you don’t want to be home late.” She could hear Namtan chuckling and covering her mouth. The girl couldn’t be discreet. 

“Oh. Sure!” Love grinned, never losing eye contact with Milk. “If you don’t mind my company.”

Milk held her gaze, smirking as well. “I’d love to, if it doesn't bother you.”

Earn leaned backwards at Love, whispering. “I see you, don’t think I’m an idiot.” Then went back at flirting with Ciize and Kapook. Love poked the girl with her elbow.

“Let’s go, then.” She stood up and looked at Film “Are you two good to go alone?” She was into Milk, but she still cared for her friends. 

“Sure girl, you can go.” Film’s eyes disappeared as she smiled, dimples taking over her face. “Namtan will sleep at my house, so we’ll go together anytime.”

Love nodded, reaching her hand for Milk to stand up. When the taller girl held it, Love shivered. Then, she stood up and was towering over her. Oh God, it was nice to have a crush on someone what beautiful.

“Bye girls.” Love said without even looking at her friends. She kept her hand over Milk’s.

“Bye.” Milk smiled at the group “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Oh I have a feeling you’ll be invited a lot more from now on.” Namtan smirked and winked at the two of them. Milk frowned, probably confused. Love rolled her eyes, and pulled Milk so they could go out without any more embarrassing takes.

Milk followed her without saying anything, but didn’t try to separate their hands until they got to the car.

“Are you sure I won’t bother you? I can just call an uber…”

“Hey, get in.” Love demanded, sitting behind the wheel. She never once denied a pretty girl a ride, and it wouldn’t start with the pretty girl she was currently crushing on.

“Okay bossy…” Milk giggled and entered the car. She looked at Love, still smiling. Love was sure she was going to say something, but Milk’s smile made her lose her trail of thoughts, so she was just staring at the girl with an open mouth. She blinked and closed her mouth, blushing. 

“Okay, can you tell the way?” Love kept her eyes on the road, trying not to make a fool of herself. She was confident, but being alone inside a car with Milk was… different.

“Actually… It’s kind of the same way as yours.” Milk looked down at her own legs, hiding a smile.

Love frowned. “What do you mean?”

“We live on the same street.”

“You’re kidding me.” Love giggled, not knowing what part was the best. Living close to the girl she wanted, or knowing that Milk not only knew exactly who she was but also cared enough to notice that they lived close- something Love herself never realised. That must mean something.

“I swear to you I’m not a stalker…” Milk looked up, giggling as well. “But once I was at a sports event and you were there, talking to everyone, as you do…” she glanced at Love, who was still smiling and blushing a little “and I had to go home, so Ciize told me to ask you what bus to get, because she knew we lived close. But when I told you the street, you told me it was your street as well and told me exactly how to get home.”

Love was shocked, her chin fell open and she couldn’t help but laugh. This information was amazing, and Milk telling it was so freaking cute. She could tell the girl was embarrassed, but still had the guts to be honest. Love did not remember that at all, but it must have been at least two years ago. And Milk still remembered it in detail… That couldn’t be more useful to Love. 

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry for not remembering it!” She looked over at Milk, who was now just smiling directly at her. “But I’m glad you do.” She winked, regaining her composure. “It’s a good thing I decided to give you a ride today, then.”

Milk pointed at a house, probably hers, and Love pulled the car over. Their street was long, so there were quite a few houses between theirs. But still, it was so close. She would never imagine. 

“I like knowing you’re so close to me Milk.” Love locked their eyes again, for the millionth time today. She liked doing that, knowing Milk was unable to escape her dark and shiny circles. “I hope you don’t regret giving me this information.”

Milk grinned, looking more confident than a few hours ago. Love liked seeing that new glow on the girl’s face. “I doubt I will.” 

They kept staring at each other, grinning, for a while. Love refused to be the one to break that. And Milk was using all her confidence (with an aid from the drinks she had) to hold their gaze. That was until a car honked behind them, making Milk jump and hit her head on the roof. 

“Oh fuck” she exclaimed, laughing. Love laughed as well, widening her eyes at the girl. She was so cute even cursing. “Okay, I guess this is a sign to go inside.”

Love sighed and nodded “Yeah, you’ll have an early morning tomorrow…” She leaned closer to Milk, grinning. The taller girl blushed and looked away, towards her house. 

“Thanks for the ride…” She got out of the car and poked her head through the window. “Let me know if I can do something to pay you back.”

Love didn’t miss the chance. She smirked and said “Oh I can think of something. But we can leave it for another day.” 

Love blinked and started the car, leaving an embarrassed but happy Milk on the doorway. 

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This time, it was pouring. And it was cold. And it was the earliest Love remembered being up the whole year. Why was every football game at awful places and unpleasant hours? And always on a sunday? Love was starting to think that maybe she should try to change that during the next college team reunion. Doing that every week was not cool or healthy for the team. 

“I’m so sleepy…” Film leaned into her, closing her eyes. 

This time, they weren’t sitting on the bleachers, because there weren’t any. They were sitting next to the team’s benches, because there was no assigned space for the public here, specially when it was raining. 

“I’m starting to regret doing this.” Love said, yawning and resting her head on Film’s as well.

“Yeah, I can’t believe you’re so invested in this. You could choose sleeping in, under your cozy blankets…” Film sighed.

“Well nobody made you get up as well girl.”

“Hey!” Film opened her eyes and pushed Love. “You know I’d never miss a chance to see my girl play.” The girl grinned, her eyes disappearing to open space for those dimples. Love couldn’t help but smile too. 

Said girl appeared in front of them, already wearing the team’s uniform and with dark circles under her eyes.

“Hey babes. Can we leave our backpacks here? The locker room is so gross…” Even before the answer, she dropped her backpack next to them and sighed. “Let’s just hope we didn’t come here to lose.”

“Hey! Don’t say that. You even have cheerleaders today, you won’t lose.” Love said, making herself wake up properly and smiling bright. If she woke up early on a sunday, at least she would make something out of it. “Did you see I’m even wearing the team’s uniform today?” She unzipped her windbreaker so Namtan could see her tshirt.

“Hey, that’s cool. I didn’t know you had one.” 

“Well, since I’m on the team’s administration I have to say yes to every design they make. So I have one of each shirt we make.” Love grinned. Half of her wardrobe were the team’s shirts, shorts, coats and every other kind of merch they made. This new routine of going to games every week was a great opportunity to use all of that. “Maybe you should make one for you too Film.” 

“Oh I don’t have to…” The girl sat up straight and nodded at Namtan “I can use hers whenever I want. I like having her name on my back.” 

Love rolled her eyes. “You’re so cheesy.”

“I’m glad she is, it would be embarrassing if I was in love alone.” Namtan kissed her girlfriend and ran inside the court. 

The rest of the team were getting out of the locker rooms already, so the game was probably about to start. They walked towards Love and Film, dropping their backpacks there. Kapook carried her and Ciize’s, so the smaller girl went straight to the court after leaving the locker room.

“Oh you’re such a romantic Kapook!” Love teased, but the girl gave her a confused look. “Carrying your girlfriend’s backpack, I mean.” 

“Oh…” She looked around, embarrassed. “I was coming here anyway… and Ciize asked me…. It’s not..”

“Hey, chill out.” Film touched her hand, calming her. “Love’s just messing with you. If you like her, you should pamper her like this.. Even if you’re not exactly girlfriends.” 

Kapook sighed and smiled, probably thinking it was best not to dive deeper into the subject. She excused herself, going to the goal. Most of the girls were already warming up, and she had to take her place as a goalkeeper. 

Love looked around, not seeing Milk. She cursed herself. This morning, she thought about sending the girl a message offering her a ride. But she was afraid it would be too direct, or maybe it would make Milk think they’re becoming friends. Love didn’t want to attack her like a straight guy, but she also didn’t want Milk to see her just as a friend. It was a difficult balance to maintain, especially since Love didn’t have too much experience doing this. For her, it was easier to go from lovers to friends, instead of… acquaintances to lovers? Or whatever she and Milk were at the moment. 

“Hey” Love looked up. She always had to look up to see this girl. “Namtan said we can leave our bags with you?”

Film side eyes her friend, who was smiling and shining. She was so down bad.

“Yes, sure. I’ll keep it safe for you.” Love nodded, taking Milk’s backpack from her hands. Milk smiled back, her whole face being swallowed by that smile. Love couldn’t look away.

That went on for a few moments. Or more. Love couldn’t tell.

But Film could, and she got tired of waiting to see how long they’d hold it.

“Okay Milk, good game!!” She said, waking the girls from their trance. Both of them looked down, embarrassed. Milk nodded, and started turning towards the court.

But Love stopped her, touching her arm. “Hey, I hope you score today! I thought of something to give you motivation to score in every game.”

Film herself was shocked at how up front Love was being, and howled quietly. Milk’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“Well…” Love let the girl’s arm go and sat back, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess you’ll have to score to find out.” She winked, grinning. 

That seemed to be enough motivation for Milk, actually. Because she was thrashing the game. In the first half she scored two goals and helped Namtan score one more. Love was now as awake as one could be, screaming and cheering louder than that messed up court had probably ever seen. She felt like she would lose her voice if Milk kept playing like that.

“I think I understand why you like Namtan.” 

“What do you mean?” Her friend frowned, jealous. “I thought you were here to see Milk, not to check on my girlfriend…”

Love laughed and tapped Film’s head. “Oh no!! That’s not what I meant, come on.” She rolled her eyes jokingly. “I mean, I’m having so much fun seeing them play. And she looks hotter every time I see her score and do those silly dances with Namtan.”

“Oh I love them too.” Film laughed. “They make up a new one for every game, can you believe it? I’ve seen over twenty different dance moves already.”

Love grinned and looked back at the court. The team was gathered around the coach, since it was half time and they had a few minutes to breathe and talk about strategies. Not that they needed much, they were finishing the other team so far. They joined hands to scream their team’s motto, and ran back into the court. 

Love was so excited she didn’t even think before words escaped her mouth. 

“Let’s gooooo Milk!!!!!” 

As soon as she finished saying it, she could feel all the girls’ eyes burning her. Film’s especially, who didn’t hold back and laughed loudly. Love could feel herself sinking below the floor.

But then, Milk looked at her and grinned. It was so simple, but made Love feel better for exposing herself. It was just a smile, but it was also just for her.

Unfortunately, that cute moment didn’t last long. As soon as the judge whistled and the ball started running, Namtan was able to steal it from the other team and tried passing it to Milk. Tried, because the defender slide tackled Milk, who fell face to the floor.

Again, Love couldn’t hold herself as she ran towards the girl.

“What the fuck!” She screamed at the defender’s face. “Are you okay Milk?” 

Just as she said that, she felt Namtan’s hands on her shoulders and saw the rest of the team gathered around them. Milk sat down and showed a thumb up, but was still with her eyes closed. 

“Bro, I think you should sit out for a little while.” Namtan said, squatting next to Milk. “Oh no.”

Milk opened her eyes and looked down at her uniform. Apparently, the impact made her nose bleed, and now the shirt was covered in blood drops. She sighed and laid down again, grunting.

“What?” Love asked, confused. She could see Milk wasn’t in pain and, even if bleeding was not nice, the two of them looked more mortified than it seemed to be necessary.

“I can’t play with a bloody shirt.” Milk said, sighing again. Love could see how serious she was about her football, giving her reaction from last week, and now this. She was so annoyed, even if she had already scored two goals. “I didn’t bring an extra one today.”

“Well, nobody thought someone would turn into a fucking animal.” Namtan said between her teeth, staring angry at the girl who had hurt Milk. 

“I have one.” 

The team looked at Love.

“Oh you do.” Namtan smirked. She could already understand what Love wanted. Even if she was now completely focused on her girlfriend, she was a flirt just as much as Love, so she could understand the tactics. That was a good one.

“Here.” Love unzipped her windbreaker again, revealing the black and blue uniform. “You can wear mine, so you don’t have to leave the game.”

She then proceeded to take off her shirt, even if it was raining, even if it was cold, even if there were about 15 girls around her, looking at her. Especially because there was one specific girl looking at her, standing now with only baggy pants and a black sports bra. 

“Uh.. I don’t…” Milk was stuttering, not even sure if her sigh was real or if it was an hallucination from hitting her head. Love stood there, toned abs showing, smirking, looking right into her eyes, with her arm reaching towards Milk with the uniform. It was so much information, right after falling down and bleeding. “I’m not sure if it will fit me, Love.”

Love sighed and squatted next to Namtan and Milk. “Well, it’s your only choice if you want to keep playing.”

Milk shook her head, trying to come back to normal. She then nodded, and took the shirt. 

“Okay I’ll just… change this in the locker room.” She stood up and ran. 

Namtan smirked at Love and helped her stand up. “Very smooth Lovergirl.” 

Love smirked back and returned to her place next to Film, who was laughing at the whole situation. 

“Hey,” Milk appeared in from of them, with Love’s shirt on and holding her own “you can put mine on. It’s kind of sweaty but it’s too cold for you to be shirtless…” The girl looked at Love’s body again and blushed. “Anyway, thanks for this.” 

Love grabbed the shirt and smiled. She was also kind of mesmerized by the vision of Milk wearing her small shirt. It looked like a crop top version of the uniform, and it was clearly tight on poor Milk. But she seemed to care less about this than about not being able to play. Plus, she looked so cute wearing that.

“So now you can also wear your girlfriend’s jersey…” Film teased her. Love didn’t even bother arguing, she was actually happy to put on that sweaty shirt. That exact moment felt like a romcom movie, made just for her.

—- 

The game ended with more goals from their team, one by Kapook as a penalty and another one by Namtan, assisted by Milk. All of the girls were stunned by the end, even forgetting the whole drama in the middle.

But Love didn’t forget what happened. Milk didn’t as well. 

The rain didn’t stop during the game, so this time the girls weren’t hyped up enough to try doing something afterwards, leaving right after the game. Film had a family party and Namtan was driving today so they could go together, so they didn’t need Love’s ride this time.  When the couple left, she went back to the locker room, expecting to find Milk and trade back their jerseys.

“Hey!” Milk greeted her with that big smile. She was still wearing Love’s shirt. “I guess you want your shirt back.”

Love grinned at her, amazed by how cute the girl could look even after playing and being beat up.

“It looks so good in you, maybe you should keep it..” She played, knowing damn well the shirt was almost ripping around the girl’s body. Milk was way taller and bigger than her.

“Oh yeah, I’m thinking about buying this size next time.” She turned around, showing herself, and entered one of the stalls. Love sat down at a bench, with her legs swinging, waiting. Milk came out wearing a blue shirt with the eagle pattern, Love’s shirt tugged at her pants, hanging. That looked so cool. “Do you mind if I give you your jersey back another day? It’s so sweaty and stinky now, I can wash it and give it back to you in proper conditions.” 

She was so cute and considerate… Love couldn’t help but smile. “Sure thing.” 

Milk nodded and tucked the shirt inside her backpack. She sighed and turned to Love again, smiling.

“So, where are you and the girls going today? I have to go back and finish an article…” She said, already excusing herself for not going out with them. So cute again. Love stood up and walked towards her.

“Actually the rest of the girls are already gone.” 

“Oh. I’m sorry I made you wait and didn’t even give back your shirt…”

“Milk.” Love touched the girl’s arm, making her look at her. “I wasn’t waiting for the shirt. I was just waiting for you.”

She could see the blood swiftly taking over Milk’s face, making her blush. She bit her mouth, probably holding back a smile. Not that it worked, her smile was too powerful not to take over her whole face. 

“That’s… nice. Thank you.” 

“Let’s go? I’ll give you a ride.” 

Love turned, swaying her hair at the startled player behind her. She knew how to play with what she has. Milk could be sweaty and tired after the game, but Love knew her hair was beautiful and smelled like strawberries from the shower she had before coming today. She could only hope that would make an impression on Milk. She didn’t look back, walking confidently to her car. 

Milk did not dare not to follow her. She walked in silence and entered Love’s car, trying not to let too much rain pour inside. It really didn’t stop raining for about two hours so far. So annoying. 

“Are you going home?”

“I guess so, nobody asked me out today…” Love teased, starting the car. She knew Milk wouldn’t bite on that opportunity, but it was so fun anyway. “So I can leave you home.” 

“It’s really useful living next to you.” Milk smiled and glanced at Love. She seemed more comfortable already. 

Love didn’t say anything while driving, and Milk followed her. Her phone was connected to the radio, and she could see by her peripheral vision Milk’s head nodding with the music. Her lips seemed to be moving as if she knew the songs, but she wasn’t actually singing. Not that Love could hear. 

It was a little dangerous to drive next to Milk. Love had to stay really aware of her own body and attention, because her focus would naturally shift to Milk, and her gaze would fall into her… and that was not safe at all considering she was driving on a rainy road and shouldn’t look away from the street.

 Luckily, they arrived safely at Milk’s house, no more accidents today. Love turned down the car and looked at Milk, without unlocking the doors. The taller girl smiled at her.

“Thanks for the ride, Love.” She raised her backpack from the ground. “And for the shirt. I really didn’t want to have to abandon the game.” 

“Anytime. I like riding with you…” she leaned closer to Milk, seeing how far the girl would go “and you looked cute wearing my small jersey.” 

Milk didn’t break the gaze, just raised her eyebrows. Love could see she was blushing, but still had some control over her reactions. But Love knew how to break her. 

“I have something for you.” 

“What?” Confusion washed over Milk’s face.

“I told you I’d find something to keep you motivated.” Love grinned, making Milk blush even more. The girl was almost as red as Love’s hair. 

She reached at the back of the car, returning with a pink flower. Milk’s face melted, turning into a smile Love hadn’t seen before. Her eyes turned into a thin line, squished by her cheeks.

“That’s for me?” her voice came out squeaky.

Love grinned and nodded. “I thought I’d give you a flower for every goal you score.. I just didn’t think you’d get two goals on the first game!”

Milk laughed and pulled Love into a hug. She didn’t expect that, much less did she expect she’d actually like Milk’s smell after a whole football game. Love couldn’t deny there was some stinky sweaty smell, but it wasn’t as strong as she thought it would be. The main smell was actually some kind of fragrance, and she couldn’t tell if it came from Milk’s skin or her clean shirt. But it was so good, Love hoped she could feel it again many times.

“That’s the cutest thing I’ve even seen.” Milk said in Love's ear. She felt goosebumps taking over her body. She knew she was down bad. Milk moved away. “Thank you, seriously.” 

“No problem. I hope I can give you many more flowers in the next games.” 

They grinned at each other. Love was feeling more confident, but also a little ashamed. It was a good shame, though. 

“Okay… I have to go.” Milk opened the door and got out. She poked her head through the window, like last time. “And Love?”

“Yes?”

“Since you liked wearing my jersey so much,” Milk glanced at Love’s chest, checking that she was still wearing her shirt “maybe you should keep it and wear it to the next game. I have more of them to play.” She winked, and turned away, running inside.

Love sighed and leaned against her car seat. She could not believe Milk was the one flirting with her now.

Chapter Text

“Hello my loves!” Earn smiled at Love and Film, standing up at the bleachers. 

The girls shared a confused look, not expecting Earn to be there. There wasn’t any cheerleading meet up, and she hadn’t texted them to tell she would be there. Plus, it was a Saturday afternoon, and there was definitely something more interesting to do than watching a university football game.

But then, they saw the shirt she was wearing was Ciize’s- clearly too small for her. 

“Oh spill.” Love said, sitting down next to her, while Film sat on the other side, so Earn was trapped between them. The girl shrugged her shoulders, looking innocent.

“What? I was at Ciize’s this morning and she told me she had a game, so I decided to come with her. I knew both of you would be here, so I thought it would be cool!” Film and Love shared a look, knowing Earn had tried to change the subject to Love’s presence at the games, but they wouldn’t let her slide so easily. 

“You were at Ciize this morning?” Film said, with her bitchy face on. She knew how to do it very well when she intended. Love raised her eyebrows, curious as well.

“Yes…” the girl looked around, avoiding her friend’s eyes “...because I slept over last night, so this morning I was there as well.” Earn closed her eyes, wishing she could disappear. It was nice staying over at Ciize’s, and she liked the idea of watching the game, but she did not prepare for admitting that out loud.

Love and Film stared at each other for a moment before they started laughing. Both of them leaned into Earn, pushing her while giggling hard. Earn eventually gave up and smiled too, still avoiding her friends’ stare.

“And why exactly are you embarrassed by it?” Love asked her with a humorous tone. “We know damn well you spent many nights at Ciize’s.”

“You and Kapook…” Film teased, trying to see how far Earn would open up.

But it didn’t work. Earn rolled her eyes and grabbed a water bottle to drink and gain some time before answering. Lucky for her, during that movement the girls heard the judge whistle, so their attentions shifted towards the court. 

Love could notice this court was way better than the last ones. She could see from up there that the locker rooms were big, and they were separated from the bathrooms. The actual court, where the girls would play, was bigger and had more ground marks, probably allowing it to be used for more sports, not only football. This one had proper bleachers, and they were fully covered. Unfortunately, that meant the bleachers were higher and more distant from the court. From up there, Love couldn’t even tell the difference between some of the players. She could see Ciize, since she was clearly the smaller one. But there was no way she could differentiate Milk from Namtan. She wondered if Milk would be able to see her. It shouldn’t be too difficult, since the three cheerleaders were the only ones there wearing blue and black.

“Hey, can you see who is Namtan and who is Milk?” 

Earn and Film spared no time in shooting Love a funny look.

“Oh you have no right to tease me.” Earn said, bumping into Love.

“I’m not hiding anything from you, Earn.” Love said, confident. “For what it’s worth I want Milk and other people to understand I’m coming to the games to see her. It’d make my work much easier.” 

“And you think she didn’t understand that yet?” 

“I’m not sure…” Love’s tone was contemplative. She was actually afraid Milk didn’t understand her intentions so far. But she also didn’t think it would work just harassing the girl.

“That’s Namtan!” Film shriek, clearly excited to see her girlfriend. Namtan lived kind of far from Film, so they usually only met during games, and Film was always excited to see her. Namtan was waving at them with a bright smile on, when she pulled someone else from the bench.

“Oh!” Love exclaimed, seeing Milk look up, confused at first, but then smiling as well when she saw Love sitting at the bleachers. The small cheerleader could feel her face burning, happy from being noticed and receiving a smile from her crush.

“You’re just as pathetic as me.” Film whispered, trying not to move her lips a lot so the girls at the court couldn’t understand what she was saying. As if they could even see her lips from all that way down. Those bleachers were too tall.

The game started, and it was even more fun than the last one. The time and the atmosphere of the court was way better, and this time they had three cheerleaders there to scream, sing and celebrate every dribble and goal. This week’s team was better, and Kapook was fighting for her life at the goal. Everytime she made a big defense the three of them would sing her name, Earn especially loud. During the first half, none of the teams had scored yet. 

“Oh god sideline cheerleading is so tiring…” Love melted into the bleacher. She did not give sideliners enough credit. 

“Aw, I think it’s cool! I used to be so bored during these games… I love seeing Namtan play, but having something to do besides watching is way nicer.” Film grinned at her friends. Love couldn’t help but smile. It was indeed cool, hanging out with her friends like this… She never expected she would be gaining something from running after Milk. It was a different way to hang out, one that didn’t involve drinking, parties and dirty stuff. It didn’t also involve hours and hours of tumbling and stunting, what made it easier not to freak out on them after not being able to walk or talk of tiredness. 

“I like it too… Maybe I should come to more games…” Earn said, her gaze lost on Ciize and Kapook, who were drinking water and leaning against each other on court. Love couldn’t tell if Earn was annoyed or tender right now.

Half time ended, the game was back on, and all of them could see the girls’ blood was burning in their veins. They came back with looks that could kill, and the opposite team couldn’t even get their hands- or feet- on the ball. They were stealing every pass, running for their lives and trying to score from any place possible, even if it was from the back of the court. Love was amazed by the difference, had she not seen the team play so fiercely before. This was the first hard game she was watching, and it was mesmerizing. She could see Milk and Namtan exchanging looks from across the court, and Ciize running around like a speedy little ant, stealing the ball and passing it fast to Namtan. 

Eventually, their hard work paid off, and Milk scored a beautiful goal. At least for Love, it looked amazing. She and Namtan ran towards each other, probably ready to do their dance of the day. But this time, Ciize ran with them too. 

The cheerleaders looked at each other, not knowing what to expect. 

Then, the two taller girls lifted Ciize on their shoulders and the smaller girl screamed, making a big heart with her arms, while the other two blew kisses at the bleachers. The trio giggled and screamed, surprised with the new move. It only lasted a few seconds, before the judge whistled and they had to go back to player mode, but it made a big impact on the girls. Especially Love and Earn, who weren’t expecting that sudden exposure. Film was used to Namtan being dorky an in love with her, anyway. 

Love couldn’t stop smiling until the game ended, and her cheeks kept that glowy redness as well. 

—

“Where’s my award for being the best player today?” Ciize threw herself on Earn’s lap, consequently laying down on the other girls’ lap as well. But her eyes were locked into Earn’s, expecting some kind of reaction… that didn’t come.

“Girl, answer her” Love poked her friend’s arm, who kept looking down at Ciize without mumbling a sound. 

“Well, I accept awards from any of you.” Ciize blinked, pouting her lips up. 

On that cue, Earn woke up and didn’t let anyone steal her moment. She pecked Ciize’s lips quickly, leaving Love and Film shocked.

But before they couldn’t say anything, Namtan, Kapook and Milk showed up, making a lot of noise and distracting everyone. 

“There are our love cheerleaders!!’ Namtan shouted, hugging all three girls at once- well, four, if you counted Ciize who was still laying on their laps. 

“What did you call us babe?” Film asked, grinning. 

Namtan kissed her head. “Love cheerleaders! That’s what we decided to call you all. Didn’t you see our love celebration after the goal?”

“Oh I knew that goofy idea was yours.” Love blushed again, remembering how cute it was.

“Oh my friend,” her voice lowered, and Namtan’s face twisted into a diabolic smirk “but it wasn’t my idea…” she winked, leaving Love and the other cheerleaders confused. 

“It was mine.” Milk smiled proudly. Love blushed even more, unable now to maintain eye contact with the girl. She knew Milk was beautiful, but now she had just became too damn cute. “Me and Namtan always do a silly dance, so today I told her we should do something aimed at you guys…” she was now getting shy, since everyone was looking at her “and Ciize heard and wanted to join. The move itself was her idea, actually.” 

Cizze lifted herself, sitting only in Earn’s lap now. She grinned at her friends “I wanted to do something for my cheerleaders as well!” and kissed Earn’s cheek. All of them could see the girl melting, unable to stop her facial expressions. 

Love glanced at Milk, who was just smiling and enjoying her time with friends. 

“And my lover girls were quick to jump into the idea!” Ciize finished, nodding at the taller girls. 

This time, Milk blushed. Namtan, on the other side, used the cue to lift Film up and roar at her, kissing her whole face. “I’ll never lose a chance to tell my baby I love her!!” 

Love rolled her eyes and laughed. It was cool. She liked this set up and hanging out with the girls. But she did feel a little awkward, with the girls separated in couples- or whatever you could call Ciize, Earn and Kapook- while she was just sitting there with some space between her and Milk. But her reflections didn’t go very far, because she was interrupted by Milk herself.

“Hey guys, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to bail now…” She glanced at her watch, with a worried look.

“Oh, yes. We have to go.” Kapook agreed, leaning down to kiss Ciize’s and Earn’s head. What the fuck was going on with those three. 

Love looked at her friends, confused. But she was the only one who seemed lost. “What? Why?”

“We have a basketball game in like five minutes.” Kapoop answered, nodding at the court. Love looked down and saw some girls wearing the team’s jersey entering the court and running around. She had no idea there was another game today. 

“Oh. I didn’t know…” She looked at Milk “You play basketball as well?” 

“Yeah. I used to play volleyball too when I first started college, but I don’t have so much free time now.” Milk smiled at Love, giving the girl her full attention now. “I’m not so good at basketball, though. I think the team mostly wants me because of my height.”

“Not even that could save me…” Namtan said, with a face that probably had seen many bad games. 

Love chuckled.

“Oh okay! I guess I’ll stay for this other one then.”

“No!” Milk yelp. Love looked at her surprised. “Not that I don’t want you to… you just don’t have to lose your whole saturday here.” 

This time, Ciize intervened, still sitting on Earn’s lap.

“I can assure you it would be no problem to Love, right girl?” she glanced at Love, who nodded. “Especially since me and Earn are staying as well to watch Kapook play.”

“Oh we are?” Earn asked, apparently just know being informed of it.

“Obviously you are.” Kapook said, commanding. Love was so amazed at that whole exchange, and happy the focus was not on her or Milk.

Without saying anything more, Kapook took Milk’s hand and guided her back down the court. The rest of them looked at each other, not daring to say anything more. Love didn’t want to expose herself; Earn was confused but didn’t dare to counteract Kapook nor Ciize; Ciize was just happy to have her two girls under her fingers; and Namtan and Film were being mushy at their own world.

— 

The basketball game was way too different from the football one. Love wasn’t a specialist on football, but she had come to realize she knew nothing, absolutely nothing, about basketball. She could notice that what Milk said was true, she was not a star player at this game. Even if she could run and reach the hoop easily, it was like Milk’s body was not the same as she used to play football. It didn’t seem to obey her. Still, she scored some points.

And Love could understand her. This game was crazy. The scoreboard was 78 to 82 and she couldn’t even tell how they got there. She was a cheerleader, but she didn’t even know how to cheer for that, since she was lost for most of the game. She was just following Earn and Ciize, who screamed Kapook’s name every time the girl dunked a ball- Kapook was the real star here-, and cheered when the team scored. What Love actually liked about this game was booeing the other team when it was their time to free throw. That was mean, but cool. 

After lots of breaks- even that was different, Love felt like this game was going on and on with endless breaks. So confusing. The game finally ended, and apparently their team was good. They won by 97 to 84. Love thought it was a good ending, but she wasn’t sure of anything right now. Just that she was tired of cheering, so Milk was probably fatigued from playing so long. This time, the whole group left the bleachers and waited for the players outside the locker rooms, in an open space. The sun was setting already at this point. 

“Heyyy playergirl!” Ciize ran towards Kapook, hugging her. Earn sighed and looked away. “You were amazing in both sports today, how do you feel?”

Kapook smiled, but sighed. “I feel wrecked. I don’t have any more energy in me right now.”

“I’m right with you on that…” Milk leaned on the wall, closing her eyes. Love couldn’t help but smile. She looked cute tired, especially wearing that jersey. She would not admit out loud, but she actually was digging the whole sweaty-athlete style going on. 

“Oh no don’t tell me that!” Namtan was, as always, the one with more energy there. “Today is saturday, nobody has classes tomorrow and…” she paused, waiting for everyone to look at her. “My parents are away for the weekend. So we have to go over to my house to chill and drink and be young and happy.” 

Her grin was as big as it could get, so Love couldn’t resist it. Namtan was cute when she wasn’t being annoying.

“Let’s go then.” She said, but looked over at Milk to see the girl’s reaction. She opened her eyes right at that moment, catching Love’s stare. Both of them smiled.

“I’m already in.” Ciize tugged Kapook’s jersey. “Can we go on your bike?” 

Kapook grinned, proud of her motorcycle. “Sure babe.” She bobbed her head at Earn, calling her. “Come with us, I’m sure we can all fit.” 

They left, without talking to anyone more.

“Wow, the layers of that…” Namtan whispered, making the cheerleaders laugh. “I’ll go with Film so they don’t get to my own house before me, okay Love?” She winked and left, hugging her girlfriend.

Love nodded, happy with the possibility of having a moment alone with Milk. She didn’t agree with going yet, but Love could only hope she wouldn’t back out.

“I’m so tired and smelly…” Milk sighed, clearly tired. “Maybe…”

“Oh no, don’t even start.” Love interrupted, moving closer to her. “You heard Namtan, it’s saturday. You can rest tomorrow.”

Milk’s smile grew over her face. Love could tell the girl was already giving up. 

“I won’t argue with you. But I do need to take a shower before going.” 

Love grinned, proud. She gestured to the locker rooms. “Go ahead, then. I’ll wait for you so we can ride together.” 

Milk dropped her head and entered the lockers, followed by an excited cheerleader. She sat down on one of the benches, while Milk entered a shower stall.

When Love heard the water running, it hit her. She was alone with a naked Milk inside the locker rooms. She usually didn’t get shy with naked girls- it was one of her favorite things in the world. But she was usually prepared for being naked with them. This right now seemed… invasive? She didn’t even know Milk that well, and she knew the girl was shy. But also, there wasn’t anything she could do. Going out would be awkward. So she just sat there, dangling her feet, waiting. She could feel the same smell she felt from hugging Milk rising with the smoke, filling the room. Love closed her eyes so she could feel it better. It felt cozy and happy.

She was lost in it, when Milk turned the water down. She arranged her body, trying to look chill. But that didn’t work, because Milk came out of the stall wearing only a sports bra and shorts. She felt probably what the other felt last week, staring at Milk’s toned abs, clearly defined by four lines. Love knew she was staring, so she used all her forces to look up. Which made her meet Milk’s also defined arms, flexed because she was holding her backpack with one hand and her shower stuff with the other. Now Love didn’t know where to look, because everything about Milk was making her body heat up and her mind lose itself. 

Milk didn’t seem to notice, because she just looked at Love and apologized “I hope I didn’t take too long…”

Milk’s shy tone and blush made Love melt into it, and regain some consciousness. She was back in the game.

“Not at all.” She stood up, coming closer to the tall girl. Again, she had to look up to meet her eyes. “It’s never too long to look pretty.” 

She heard the taller girl gasp, moving so fast her wet hair fell all over her face. Love chuckled and turned around, ready to leave Milk and wait for her in the car.

But then she heard.

“You’re the one who’s looking pretty today.” 

Love didn’t expect that. She blushed and turned to Milk.

“Wearing my jersey. I like that.” 

This time, Milk was the one who walked away, leaving a startled Love behind.

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They entered Namtan’s house expecting a chill hang out with friends, but found a house crowded like it was new year’s eve or something. Love saw Milk looking around, surprised with all that. 

“I didn’t know Namtan had so many friends.” She leaned down to talk near Love’s ear, which made her shiver. 

“Come on, she talks to literally everyone.” Love grinned, looking around to see who was actually there, pointing at them for Milk. “The football team is here, you know all of them…” she squinted, bobbing her head to the side. Milk was still staring at her, taking the chance to see Love up close without people checking on them. Because of the low light, her hair looked darker, but still had a reddish glow, which matched the strawberry scent Love always spread when she was moving around. “Actually, I think everyone from the sports teams is here… so it’s just a lot of people we know!” 

Milk couldn’t help but smile at Love, who was now looking up to stare deeply into her eyes. Those dark circles were hypnotizing. 

Namtan shook them off of their world, bumping into them from behind and covering their shoulders. 

“My ladies, what are you having tonight?” She led them to the kitchen, where all kinds of drinks were available. She gave Love a cup filled with something and an empty one for Milk- she probably didn’t know what Milk liked to drink. “Love, I already prepared your room okay? You can sleep there if you want… or anything else.” Namtan left, smirking and moving her eyebrows. 

Love blushed and couldn’t get herself to look at Milk anymore. The taller girl giggled, a little uncomfortable, and filled her cup with a mix of alcohol and fruit juice. She turned to Love again, lifting her cup to cheer, but they were- once again- interrupted by a slightly drunk Namtan, who came back into the kitchen, decided to take Love away with her.

“Hey, I almost forgot! You have to come with me!” She pulled the small girl by the arm, who almost flew with the force and had no choice but to follow her friend. Milk didn’t know exactly what to do, so she also went outside the kitchen, trying to see where Namtan and Love were going. 

Love, on the other hand, was rushed through almost the whole house, bumping into people who tried to say a quick hello, until they reached Namtan’s interest. She had turned their dinner table into a beer pong table, and Ciize was waiting for them there. 

“Oh let’s do this.” Love nodded, excited. She was always Namtan’s partner in beer pong competitions, and they were good. She high-fived her friend before taking a long sip of her drink. It was essential to be drunk for doing well at beer pong. Apparently, Namtan had chosen for her a mix of vodka, lime soda and a red lollipop inside. Love smiled, happy to be near people who knew her so well. She was always after a lollipop when she was drinking. “We’re gonna wreck her.” 

“Are you really good at this?” Milk arrived, after seeing the scene from the kitchen door. 

Love was ready to answer, but Namtan was already a little drunk and even more talkative than normal. “Come on Milk, me and Love are the best at beer pong. No one can beat us!” She moved closer to Love, crossing her arms. Love laughed and mimicked her pose, looking smug. 

“I don’t believe you.” Milk raised her eyebrows. She was teasing them? “As I remember, you were kicked out of the basketball team because you sucked so hard.” 

Love’s mouth fell open, shocked with this new energy coming from Milk. She didn’t think it was the alcohol- not yet-, so this was probably something she had never seen before just because she didn’t actually spend much time with Milk outside of bleachers. But that just made her more interesting.

“Well, try us then!” Namtan teased back, nodding at Ciize. “Ciize needs a partner, let’s see what you’ve got.” 

Milk held her gaze and walked towards Ciize. They fist bumped and Milk chugged down the drink on her cup. Love’s mouth was still open, still shocked, and even more interested in that girl than before. 

But she was also very interested in showing her how good she was at playing beer pong. And Love knew Namtan wouldn’t like to lose. So they were in for the game. 

“You can start, Lovergirl.” Namtan gave her the little ball, and Love kissed it before throwing and striking it on the first try. They high fived, and Ciize gulped down that cup.

“Don’t go thinking you’ll make me too drunk tonight, babe.” She teased Love, throwing her own ball now. She missed it, and Namtan was fast to grab it and hit another cup. 

“Let’s see how Milk looks drunk, shall we?” Namtan mocked her, while Milk drank. The girl just shook her head. She threw the ball perfectly in place, dunking into the cup exactly in front of Love.

“Oh you’re teasing me.” she chugged the drink, feeling the alcohol burn down her throat. She could already feel some dizziness, but it only made the sound of the ball hitting the opponent’s cup more enjoyable.

Their game should have gone fast, since most of the girls didn’t miss a single throw- just poor Ciize wasn’t very good at this, especially since Love was hitting every chance so she had to drink a lot. But between every throw, they were stopping to tease each other. Love and Namtan, especially, incarnated Milk’s and Namtan’s habit from the game and created a new hand shake for every time they made the other girls drink.

Still, in about 10 minutes all of the cups were empty and the girls were surely starting to feel the alcohol hit their brains. Love could feel her cheeks heated up, probably already red from all the drinks she had during this game. She saw Milk leaving with Kapook to talk with the girls from the football team, so she started walking around the party to find her friends. Since all of the sports teams were there, her cheerleading squad should be there somewhere. At least, she could be sure Film was there. 

She found Film and Earn sitting on the couch, engaged in something that looked like gossip. She sat down on the floor next to them, leaning against Earn’s legs. 

“There you are! We were talking about the other squads.” Film smirked, clearly excited. Even if it was biased, gossiping about the other girls was one of the best parts of cheerleading, they couldn’t deny it. 

“About the girls from the other squads, actually.” Earn was just as happy. “So, Kapook was telling me on the way here that the girls from Grand are having a huge problem because their coach decided that none of the athletes can have relationships between them. Not even a hook up thing or whatever.” 

Love frowned, confused. “But some of the girls are already dating? And most of them have already hooked up…”

“Yeah, that’s the problem, two of them had an awful break up and it apparently affected the team.” 

Earn seemed to know a lot about it. 

“How do you know that?” Film seemed to be thinking the same as Love. 

“Some of the cheerleaders there are also on the basketball team, and they were talking about it on the locker room today.” 

“Oh and Kapook eavesdropped and told you everything?” Film laughed.

“Exactly!” Earn grinned, proud to have inside information. “She said they were also mentioning they were happy that the rule didn’t apply to other teams, pointing at our uniform… that seemed to make Kapook a bit stressed…”

“I wonder why!” Both girls said together, making Earn roll her eyes.

“Well, they won’t get anything from me. I guess you’re the one who will have to satisfy them, Love.” 

“I don’t think our girl is up to it anymore, Earn…” Film pushed Love, teasing her. The smaller girl sighed and shook her head. She was now actually feeling the alcohol buzzing through her veins, and didn’t feel like arguing. She couldn’t deny her interest was now focused on Milk, she wouldn’t lie to her friends. But right now, she also couldn’t deny she liked the idea of some girls from that team interested in her… 

“I need another drink.” Love stood up, surprisingly steady. She walked to the kitchen, finding Ciize there talking to a volleyball player. That girl was tall , and even taller standing next to Ciize.

“My lover!!” Her friend glued next to her, leaving the player confused and alone. She seemed to think for a second, but then shrugged and left the kitchen.

“Ciize you’ll break everyone’s heart eventually…” Love taunted her, filling her cup with another drink- at this point, she didn’t even know what it was anymore, and didn’t care- and a lollipop. 

“Just as long as I don’t break yours…” the girl wicked at Love, getting her lollipop to lick it. 

Love knew teasing, and she knew Ciize, but she wasn’t interested in losing her game right now. So she just took her lollipop back, sitting down at a bench there. “I’m afraid my heart is in someone else’s hand today darling.”

She gulped down the drink, looking at the watch on the wall. It was later than she had realized, the night apparently running away faster than she hoped for. When she looked at Ciize again, the girl had and devilish look on her face, and pulled Love up, linking their arms. 

“Well, then maybe she should do something about that, right?” Ciize said, smiling at her friend. Love couldn’t understand where she was going with that, so she just nodded. “Finish your drink and let me help you.” She stopped them right by the glass door that separated the living room from the garden. Love looked inside the living room, seeing lots of people walking, dancing and playing drinking games. She didn’t understand what Ciize wanted to do, but she wasn’t someone who would refuse an order from a pretty girl. So, she chugged her drink and popped the lollipop into her mouth. 

Ciize’s smile grew and she moved closer to whisper into Love’s ear, stealing the cup from her friend’s hand. “I’m sorry for this, but I need you to go for it already.” 

Then, she opened the glass door just enough so she could push Love through it. Even if she was steady- as far as one could be after a few hours drinking with anything on her stomach-, Love tripped over herself and bumped harshly into the only person who was outside as well.

“Woah, easy there.” Milk held her, preventing the girl from falling. She smiled when she realized it was Love. “Hey!” 

Now, Love felt all the alcohol running to her face, making it a burning red colour. 

“Milk! I’m sorry! Ciize pushed me here, I didn’t want to bump into you.” She felt so shy right now, and wanted to look down, look away, look anywhere but at Milk’s face. 

But she couldn’t. Hazy from the alcohol, not even all the embarrassment in the world could make Love look away from that big smile and those dark eyes. She scanned Milk’s face, noticing she was also a little red, not knowing if it was from the alcohol or nervousness. Maybe both? She also noticed the girl’s mole was more noticeable when she was smiling. 

“I don’t mind you bumping into me.” Milk’s voice was calm. How did she do it?

Love didn’t say anything back. They were just staring at each other, Milk’s arms still holding her up. Strong arms, as Love remembered from earlier…

“But I…” Milk easened the embrace. “I was actually calling an uber. I’m so tired, I need to go and sleep for like a whole day.”

Love didn’t even try to mask her deception. “Oh no. Don’t go already.”

“I’m sorry…” Milk tilted her head. She really did seem sorry. “But hey, the party was nice! I liked playing beer pong with you.” 

“Oh you mean you liked being beaten up by me!” Love laughed, biting into her lollipop. 

“I’ll practice and get it back at you okay!” 

Then, Milk moved as if she was going to open the glass door to go inside and leave. But Love, decided and drunk as she was, couldn’t control her body. She moved to stand in front of Milk.

“No no no don’t go!” She squinted, her voice a high pitch. Milk laughed at her, taking a step back. “You can’t go already!” 

“Love, I’m really tired…” Milk didn’t want to disagree with her, but she was actually drowsy.

“But you haven’t…” Love almost spilled it, but even her drunken self still had a little control over her mouth. Well, kind of. So she said the first stupid thing she could think of. “You haven’t tried the lollipop!” 

Love slipped her lollipop into Milk’s mouth, who widened her eyes, surprised. She was definitely not expecting that. Just as she did it, Love felt stupid and sighed, looking away. She took a step away from the glass door, and closer to Milk.

“It’s.. tasty I guess. Thank you.” A confused Milk tried giving the lollipop back to Love, who didn’t move to take it. 

Her hands now were behind her back, looking like a nervous kid. She took a step closer. Now she was close to Milk, leaving the taller girl towering over her. Now Milk’s cheeks were bathed in blood, red as Love’s hair. The shorter girl stood on her toes, trying to get taller. She tanked Namtan for all the alcohol she had drinken, because she really needed the guts right now.

“You still have to taste more things here.” Love said, locking her eyes into Milk’s. 

She expected Milk to be back away, or at least seem shy. But maybe it was all she had also drunk, or just a confidence Love didn’t know Milk had in her, but the girl just smirked and said, in a calm tone.

“Can I taste it now?” 

Love nodded, but in the middle of her movement she felt Milk’s lips crashing into hers. Her hands instinctively locked behind Milk’s neck, trying to reach her better. Her lips were tingling from all the drinking, but it only made Milk’s lips feel better on top of hers. Now she felt that aroma she liked during hugs and the bath coming from everywhere. Milk’s hands pulled her tightly against her own body, and Love couldn’t hold her smile when she felt their bodies clash against each other. She was stretching her whole body to make this movement easier, since Milk was way taller than her. The girl seemed to notice her effort, so she slid her hands to Love’s waist, lifting her up.

She carried Love towards a picnic table at the garden and sat her there. During the movement, they separated their bodies and Love could glance at Milk’s face, her eyes darker than ever, and her lips parted, ready for more. This was where Love was good at. She smirked, pulling Milk by her neck. Their lips touched again, both of them smiling now. Love explored everything she could from Milk’s mouth, biting her lips, sliding her tongue into hers, sucking Milk’s tongue. Her hands traveled from the girl’s neck to her cheeks and jaw, maneuvering her head anyway she wanted to deepen the kiss. 

Love could feel Milk’s hand on her waist, pulling her so their bodies didn’t have a single part not touching. When she felt one of those hands traveling upwards her body, she almost lost her breath. Milk kept one of her hands pulling Love closer, making sure she didn’t fall from the table. With the other one, she gripped Love’s neck, covering her throat. And oh God, her hand was so big it could cover almost all of her neck. Love felt her whole body buzzing, and she was sure right now it wasn’t the alcohol’s fault. It was Milk. Milk’s hands on her, Milk’s lips tasting her, Milk’s hair tangled around her fingers. Love straddled Milk with her legs, pulling her even closer. She pulled Milk’s head to the side, opening space to kiss the girl’s neck. She kissed, licked and bit her all the way down and then back towards her ear, not caring if it would mark the perfectly white skin. Milk’s breath was starting to fail and Love couldn’t hold back a moan feeling Milk’s mouth on her own neck now. She was happy she wasn’t wearing her cheerleader skirt today, otherwise it would be shameful for Milk to feel how wet she was from just kissing her. But Love knew, and Love couldn’t ignore. Milk kissed better than she played football, and she kissed better than Love had ever felt anyone kiss. 

But then, they were  brutally interrupted by a very drunk Namtan, who poked her head outside. Even drunk, she was still a goofy head, so she had her eyes closed and screamed, shaking her head. 

“I swear to God I’m not seeing anything! But Milk, we need you to take a photo with the football team!” Namtan went inside for a second, then popped her head outside again. “Love, I’m sorry, please don’t kill me after!” Then, she actually went inside and closed the door again.

The two girls looked at each other, laughing. Their bodies were still glued, and Love felt like she could never undo it anymore. Milk seemed to turn shy again, blushing while she rested her forehead against Love’s.

“I think that’s my cue…” 

Love hadn't recovered yet, so she just nodded, closing her eyes and smiling. There wasn’t much she could say right now. All she could thinking about was doing something more, but she knew Milk had to go, otherwise someone else would come outside. Now, she also felt like she needed some time to breathe. She felt Milk’s lips pressing a quick peck on her cheek, then a sudden cold hit her. Feeling there was no body pressing against her, Love opened her eyes and saw Milk slip through the glass door, glancing back at Love with a nervous smile.

Love sat there for a few moments, her feet dangling from the table. The cold air was great, helping her cool down before going in again. She sighed heavily, trying to calm her body. 

It wasn’t easy. Not after she actually felt Milk and realized the girl was way better than she had imagined.

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Love felt the night's breeze on her face. On her arms. Brushing against any skin she was showing. 

Just like Milk's hands and mouth were a few seconds ago.

Her feet were still dangling from the table Milk had put her. To kiss her better.

She sighed, amazed at how good it was. And how easy it was. And how good Milk was at it. Love had spent the last weeks obsessing about Milk, but being careful and easy so she wouldn't scare the girl. Milk was shy, and she had never seen Milk kiss anyone at parties. But again, she wasn't really paying attention to her until a few weeks ago.

But Milk was good at kissing. Not only that, she was blunt. She wasn't shy at all once their lips connected, and her body language made sure to show that. Oh and her body could talk. The whole lifting Love move had already made her weak, but the way Milk's hands moved around her body, and how her own body was clashing against Love's made her feel like she was made to be intertwined with Milk. Like every cell of her body was glistening where Milk touched her. 

She could still feel her skin twinkling. Maybe it was a little bit because of the alcohol as well. All Love knew was that she was happy, and she felt that happiness expelling from her, like she was a fluorescent toy lightening everything around her.

She giggled to herself and jumped to the floor, rushing to open the doors and go inside.

Just as she entered the house, she saw Milk leaving by the front door. The girl glanced back and waved at her, smiling. Love waved back, her face still flushed.

That’s when Ciize intervened, bumping into her.

"Ohh what's that smug look miss Loverruck?"

"I'm just happy!!!" Love laughed, hugging Ciize. The girl's arms slid around Loce's waist, holding her in place. They giggled at each other, like the perfect image of happy drunk girls together. "This night is amazing!" Love cheered and kissed Ciize's cheek.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, her eyes narrowing. "I bet I know what you're happy about..."

"I'm not gonna lie, you're probably right..." Love bit her lower lip, blushing even more. She was blushing from the kiss, blushing because she was drunk, blushing because Ciize was making fun of her. But right now, Love didn't mind any of this. "I just want to keep this feeling forever!" 

She pulled Ciize tighter. They were smushed against each other, and Ciize didn't miss the opportunity.

"I can help you a little!" 

Then she kissed Love's lips, pulling her waist. Love smiled while her face was pressed against Ciize's and kissed her back. They twirled and fell sitting on the couch, then separated themselves laughing. 

Namtan saw the scene and pulled the two girls by their arms, making them stand up.

"I leave you two alone for like five minutes and I find this??" Her hands were on her hips, as if she was reprehensing her friends. But her voice- and the fact that she couldn't properly hold back her laugh - gave away she was just messing with them. "You two will have to be punished!!"

She grabbed Love and threw her over her shoulders, sitting the girl there. Love laughed loud, knowing Namtan always did this when she was drunk. She interwined her legs with Namtan's arms, making sure she wouldn't fall, and patted her head.

"Take me for a walk!!!"

Namtan nodded and started running around her house. They definitely bumped into some people, but Love wasn't even noticing, she was just laughing and being in her own world, with the alcohol buzzing in her ears. And those people from the university teams were so used to them doing that at almost every party that they probably didn't mind either. 

Namtan stopped when they reached Film, apparently forgetting she was holding Love.

"My baby!!!" her smile filled her whole face, while Film was staring at them, frowning. Namtan didn't notice, or didn't care, and pecked her lips. Film tried to keep her angry face but melted in the middle of the hundreds of kisses Namtan was giving her. 

When Love noticed they had stopped (it took her a while) she looked down and hit Namtan's head.

"Hey!! I'm still here!"

Namtan looked up and was ready to answer, when her girlfriend interviened.

"Yes and what the hell are you doing there? Get down now. You two are going to get hurt one of these days." 

She pulled Love's arm, forcing Namtan to squartt and let her jump to the floor. Film looked into her eyes, curious.

"Why are you like this?"

Love grinned, her smile even brighter than before. Just remembering she kissed Milk made her warm again.

"Because I kissed her!!!"

Film's eyebrows moved and her gaze shifted, becoming sharper.

Before anything more happened, Namtan raised her hands, surrendering "Not me! Not me!!"

Love widened her eyes and saw the two girls, Film's smile appearing and showing her dimples, clearly relieved; and Namtan's eyes as wide as Love's, breathing like she just dodged a bullet. 

When it hit her, Love giggled, amused at the idea of Film being jealous of her. As if that girlfriend wasn't the most loyal and clingy ever. Namtan rested her arm on Loce's head, with a smudge look on her face.

"Your little friend here is happy because she was sucking face with MY friend for hours tonight!"

Namtan was smiling at Film like she was the one to conquer someone, while Love's face became shocked.

"We weren't outside for that long!" She bobbed her head to drop Namtan's arm. But then, Films arms were the ones that grabbed her cheeks, pulling her into a msit of hugging and dancing.

"Ohhhh so you did kiss Milk!!" she shook Love's head, like she was a little pet. "and what now?"

Love took that as a cue to escape.

"Now I want to keep enjoying the party and stay happy!" she swept away from her friends' arms "So you two can keep being an amazing couple, but I'm going to the kitchen to get another drink."

Love was still feeling happy, but she could feel the excitement running down. She didn't want to lose what she felt outside a while ago, so she decided to keep drinking to keep her hapiness levels high as she was now. She wanted her head floating and her lips buzzing for as long as possible.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Love saw Earn leaning againt the wall with Kapook. This time, since the drinks made her lose some of her sense, she didn't keep quiet.

"Ohhh there's someone missing from this trio...." she joked, filling her cup with a pink drink. There were no more lollipops.

"Maybe you can be-" Kapook started aaying something, gazing into Love's eyes, but Earn interrupted her, pulling Love away and into the living room.

"I'll catch up to you later!!! Tell me when you're leaving!" she screamed at Kapook, who just laughed and shook her head, seeing both cheerleaders leave the kitchen.

"Wow don't be so jealous" Love frowned, sipping from her drink again.

Earn sighed, not wanting to go into that subject. Luckily for her, the perfect subject to distract Love started playing from the speakers.

"Hey! This song was in our mix a few years ago!" Earn exclaimed, happy she was saved by the bell. She saw Love's eyes glisten, recognizing the beat. "Do you remember the dance?" 

"Oh baby" Love gulped down the last drops of her drink, leaving the cup on a table nearby. This time, she was the one who pulled Earn. "Of course I do, I'm cheer capitain. Let's do this."

Earn smiled and stood by Love's side on the improvised dance floor Namtan had set up in her living room. They exchanged looks, waiting for the exact part of the song that was their dance part of the routine.

"Five, six, seven, eight..." Love counted to Earn, before they started their movements in perfect synchrony. 

Even if it was from two years ago, they had rehearsed that dance so many times it was still engraved into their memories. Each movement of their bodies was millimetrically thought and planned, each breath on a strict eight count. But they were good cheerleaders, so even if it was a matter of control and following exactly what they should do, both of the girls made it seem fluid and fun, exaggerating on their facial expressions to add more drama to the dance. Earn loved the dance part of the routine, it was probably her favorite one, so she was having a blast. Love wasn't the biggest fan of dancing, her strongest field was stunting, but she was on a high that night, so dancing with Earn, feeling happy and pretty, was amazing.

At the end, both of them were laughing and breathing heavily. Love rested her head against Earn's shoulder, thinking about how dancing made her want to stunt. But she was a serious athlete, so she wouldn't do that drunk. Unfortunately.

"I love cheerleaders..." 

She heard a girl near them and scanned the room to find the owner of the voice. She noticed now that Namtan had only invited the girls teams today... she was so smart. Love had to thank her for it eventually. If she remembered.

She spotted the girl in a group of friends, Love was almost sure they were from the handball team. That sport was scary. So much violence. But it did mean most of the players were strong as hell.

"Who likes cheerleaders?" She said, moving closer to the group and pulling Earn with her. If the rest of her throuple could kiss different girls at parties, so could her friend.

"Well I said that..." A blond girl raised her cup, winking "but I believe most of the team agrees with me." 

Love smirked and moved closer to the girl "Yeah, and why?"

"You're both beautiful. Even more when you're dancing synchronized like you were..." 

Love felt the girl's eyes scamming her and moved closer. She just raised her eyebrows and felt the girl pulling her into a kiss. Love's lips were still buzzing from the drinks, almost numbs at this point. She kissed the girl for a few moments, before pulling away and grabbing Earn's hand. Then she realized Earn was kissing another girl, while holding her hand. Love laughed and decided to leave her friend there, noticing all of the girls from that group were indeed looking at them like they were heaven sent. 

Right now, Love felt they actually were.

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Love felt the morning breeze blowing into her face. The sun was shining bright, waking her up. She squeezed her eyes and looked around, processing where she was. Recognizing the guest room from Namtan's house, the girl sat up and looked down at herself. She still had the same clothes on. Since the morning from last day, she remembered. This poor outfit was injured, having resisted a cheering section for two games, then a house party, and then became pajamas. Love needed a bath as soon as possible. She grabbed the jersey to smell it, thinking she was probably stinky.

That made her remember this was Milk's jersey. 

Which made her remember she kissed Milk last night.

Love stood up, jumping from excitement from her own memories. Now, she could see Milk's face leaning closer to her, and she could remember - at least a little bit - how their lips felt like pressed together. She giggled and ran outside, thrilled to find her friends and talk about it.

She found Film sitting by the pool, dipping her feet on the water. Love sat next to her, feeling the sun wake her up. And feeling how badly she needed a bath.

"Good morning dear" Film said with a soft voice. Her eyes were closed, she was probably hung over as well. "Did you sleep well?"

"Actually, I don’t remember going to sleep." Love frowned, noticing she didn’t remember much from last night. Not much apart from kissing Milk... "But right now I feel like I did!"

Film's eyes opened and she glared into Love's eyes. The smaller girl couldn’t understand what that look meant, so she just shook her head, confused.

"Girl, you don’t remember going to sleep because I was the one to put you to bed. I know you were excited and all but you were going crazier than I think you'd like to remember, so I gave you water and made you lay down."

Embarrassment took over Love's body, as Film’s tone made flashes of last night come back to her. She squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to forget again.

"Dude I'm never doing this again" Namtan's voice echoed as she appeared and sat down next to Film. The girl immediately rested her head on her girlfriend's shoulder, and Namtan leaned against her as well. "I'm hung over, my house is trashed and I only have myself to blaim for this stupid idea."

"What the fuck were you giving me to drink yesterday Namtan?" Love asked, laying down on the floor while her feet were still on the water. It felt nice, having at least a part of her body in contact with the cold water.

"Can you believe it was supposed to be special for you? Ha!" she giggled, ironically. "When we were shopping I saw a pink gin and bought it thinking you'd like it.... but I tried it and I think that's the thing to blame for our memory loss..."

Film punched Namtan's belly, annoyed at how drunk and restless she got yesterday.

"Ouch!"

 Film had to admit she was kind of really, really jealous of her girlfriend. 

"Well, at least we had fun!" She said, passing an arm around Namtan's waist, and turned to Love "I know Love did..."

That seemed to wake Namtan up, who lifted her head and started boucing her legs on the water.

"Oh yesss Lovergirl was on fire!!!" her eyebrows swayed jokingly "How was it, kissing Milk Pansa finally?"

Love blushed a bit and smiled at the memory. She didn’t like to talk about kissing people, but this was different. And she did like this girl-talk in the morning after a party.

"It was amazing..." her voice was soft, which made the couple exchange a knowing look before looking at Love again "ever since then I can only think about kissing her again."

"Last night you could only think about kissing anything that moved in front of you..." Film teased. Even if at the end she was the one who had to take care of the drunk girl, she had fun watching her friend jumping around the party like a rabbit and mingleing with everyone.

"Please don’t talk about it." Love sat up straight, wanting herself to forget all the things she had done after Milk left. "I only want to think about kissing Milk, and kissing her again and again..." she sighed, thinking about the tall girl.

Namtan immitated her sigh, making fun of Love.

"Oh to be young and in love!!!!" she said, smacking a kiss on Film's forehead. 

"What are you going to do now?" Film asked Love.

"I... don't know?" She hand't tought about anything beyond kissing Milk for once. Actually, she didn't even know if she'd like it, or if she would still be feeling anything for Milk after finally kissing her. So she had no idea indeed. "I guess I'll just to go next week's game and see how she reacts..." she rested her chin on her hand, pouting "but I really wanna kiss her again..."

Namtan yawned, standing up. "Too bad Lovergirl, there’s no game next week."

That made Love stand up as well.

"What?? Why not??" Her voice was shrill, like a petty child.

"Wow chill miss Part Of The Sports Teams Administration.... I tought you knew it. I don’t know why, that's up to the championship we're participating." 

"Well then how the hell am I supposed to see Milk next week?" she pouted more, crossing her arms. 

This time, Film stood up to shake her hands in front of Love, teasing her. "Wooo... sounds like you're gonna have to actually ask this girl out..." 

Namtan laughed and Love frowned. Film was spending too much time with Namtan and starting to be a funny smart ass like her girlfriend. As for Love, she was still frustrated.

"I don’t like this part..." 

"I don’t think it'll be too hard for you Love..." Film bobbed her head at Love's phone sitting on the floor. "Maybe you should check your texts from last night."

Film giggled and pulled Namtan inside the house with her, leaving Love alone with the phone. 

She grabbed the thing and unlocked it, a little bit afraid of what she'd find.

hey, just got home safe :) 

i hope you're still enjoying the party

This alone made Love's heart warm. This was the first time Milk was the one to send her a message...

But there was more.

Love had sent her a selfie, in the middle of the party, looking happy and dizzy. Love was a bit embarrassed by that, but Milk's answer erased that.

pretty as always!

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i heard you don't have any games this weekend... 

Love was laying on her bed, wiggling her feet, while staring at her phone. She spent the whole week gathering courage to ask Milk out, but the courage didn't come to her. Now, it was already Saturday and Milk could easily have any plans. But Love couldn't stand the thought of waiting another whole week to see her. And she couldn't stop thinking of how good it was to kiss Milk. So she had to do something, with or without courage. 

Right now, she had no courage at all. After sending the message, she stared at her phone for a while, but felt her whole body warming up from anxiety, so she decided to leave her phone alone and started wandering around the house. She walked downstairs, passed the living room, went into the kitchen, stood outside in the balcony, came back inside and upstairs, peaked into her siblings’ rooms, checked the bathroom, and then sat back on her bed. 

All of that, and just a couple of minutes had passed. Love closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling stupid for acting like a teenager with her first crush, even if she was now an adult (it was hard to believe that sometimes). Then she opened her eyes and checked the phone. Luckily, there was a message there.

yeah… weekends are boring without football :(

Again, she felt like a teenager, but she couldn't help it. The fast reply and the opening Milk left made Love squeak and fall back into the mattress, lying down.

maybe i can help you! i was craving eating something different, do you want to come with me? 

She grinned at her own answer, thinking she was being really smooth. Even if she knew she was crushing on Milk and wanted to spend her whole Saturday kissing the girl, she didn't want it to be blatantly obvious. If Milk didn’t reciprocate, it would be too embarrassing for her. So she was trying to be smooth and see how far Milk would go… 

While Love was debating her strategies with Milk, she got another fast answer.

sure, let's go!

It wasn’t exactly the kind of answer Love expected. She wanted Milk to be really excited with the idea of hanging out with her- just as Love herself was. But she could deal with that. After hanging out she was sure Milk would be more than excited.

nice. i can meet you at your house? since i know where you live now haha 

She didn’t even have time to hold her breath, because Milk answered instantly 

okay. give me some time to get ready. 

Again, Love squealed and grinned at her own abilities to gain more time with Milk.

But now, she had to sit and wait for some time before going to Milk's house. She was already dressed and ready before even sending the first message, but she couldn't let the girl know about that. She'd seem too desperate…. 

–

Love couldn't hold herself for long. About 30 minutes later, she was standing right at Milk's doorstep, trying to contain the grin that was filling up her face. She breathed deeply a few times, then rang the bell. She thought her mind would be fuzzy, filled with ideas of how Milk would be dressing, how she'd greet her, how her hair was. But instead, her mind was blank. She couldn't think of anything even minutes ahead, just staring at the green door and listening to the cars passing behind her. It was weird, different from other times she had a first date. She felt calm, not nervous. She was excited, though. She could feel it from the way her blood was flowing through her veins, filled with adrenaline.

Love was so focused on her own body reactions that she didn’t notice how long Milk took to open the front door, appearing in front of her with an oversized tshirt and loose shorts. She was so effortersly beautiful. 

“Hey Love!” 

Her smile was even more beautiful. And her eyes. Love was sure there was something different about Milk's eyes, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. They were dark, deep, like they could hold her whole body together. But their format. It was different. Like her parents had drawn it in a special way. Almost magnetic to Love. 

She smiled and looked down, afraid she was staring into the girl's eyes.

“Hey, good morning!” 

They just stood there for a few moments, in silence. Love had to admit she was kind of lost. It was nice not being nervous for the date, but not thinking about how it'd be made her not plan for it at all. Now she was just standing in front of Milk, thinking she was happy to spend time with her.

Then, the taller girl stepped outside and closed the door, pulling Love out of her own head.

“So, where do you want to go?”

“Actually I don't even know…” Love tilted her head, realizing now that she didn't plan ahead of Milk accepting her invite. “Do you mind if we just walk until we find something? My sister took our car today.”

Milk's eyes were kind and fun now, nodding to Love.

“Sure, I love to walk.”

“Me too!” Love grinned as they started walking side by side. Love waspainfyully aware of their hands just dangling next to each other.

“Really? With those small legs?”

Love's mouth fell open, not expecting that teasing coming from Milk. She tried to hold back her laugh, but it didn't work much. 

“Oh okay miss baskerball player….” she saw Milk's smug look, clearly happy about teasing her “my small legs can walk just fine! And they're perfect for cheerleading okay.”

“That’s why you're a cheerleader?” 

Milk looked at Love, honestly interested. The smaller girl sighed, relieved that talking to Milk was so easy. They were together for just a couple of minutes by now, walking down a normal street, but she was already confortable. 

“Yes. A little bit. I mean, I’ve always liked sports, but being small makes most of them difficult.” She shrugged and Milk nodded, making sure Love knew she was paying attention. “But being 1,56 was just right for cheerleading! That way, I can fly and tumble with ease.”

“I guess it makes sense.” Milk looked up, her eyes drifting away. Love took the opportunity to look better at her, savoring each expression she could notice on the girl's face. “I really like football, it's my favorite one. But since I started getting taller everyone has told me to try basketball and volley.” She looked at Love whose's gaze was clearly locked into Milk's. “It’s kind of the same principle, right?”

“I guess so… The difference is I'm amazing at cheerleading, and you kind of suck in basketball.”

This time, Milk was the one surprised at the boldness, laughing.

“Oh okay! I guess I deserve that after you had to sit for a whole hour watching me miss almost every throw…”

Love grinned, happy to make Milk laugh. But she didn't want the conversation to end.

“So you play football, volley and basketball?”

“Yeah.” Milk nodded “I've been in every university team so far, I guess. Even handball and those special things during Olympics, like running and tug of war.” 

That made Love stop walking and put her arm in front of Milk, stopping her as well. She wouldn't miss this opportunity.

“Not every team.” Milk's face was confused for a second, then realization hit her. She was already shaking her head when Love said “You haven’t tried cheerleading!!”

Love's eyes were twinkling from excitement now. She likes Milk, and she loved cheerleding, so this conversation was going towards a path that couldn't make her happier.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I'm not tiny with small legs.” Her tone was ironic, patting Love’s head. The smaller girl felt flustered from the contact, but rolled her eyes.

“Yeah I know” she looked up, empaziging she was really aware of their height difference. “But you know Earn and Love are on the team, and they're not small like me.” 

Milk narrowed her eyes. “They’re small.”

Love narrowed her eyes right back at her. “Okay but taller than me.”

That gave Milk the perfect cue to giggle and go back to walking.

“That's not difficult…”

Love bit her lip so she wouldn't laugh, not wanting to give Milk the satisfacion.

“Okay okay… But Namtan is on the team you know! And she's like about your height." She was the one with a smug look now, bumping her shoulder into Milk. 

“She's only there because she does everything Film tells her to do!” 

“Okay, that’s true..” Love giggled. “But it doesn't change the fact that she’s actually on the team!” Now she pulled Milk's arm, trying to convince her. “And she's a good cheerleader, you know.”

“Of course. Cheering and smiling and entertaining people is like what she does on a daily basis.” Milk was so into the subject. Love couldn't hold her smile. “But what does she do? Like her position or something.”

It was clear a Milk didn’t know anything about cheerleading. Love decided to use that against her.

“She’s a backspot.” 

“Oh sure!” Milk nodded with a fake smile, as if she understood. “Now can you translate?”

Love slightly pushed Milk. “See? That's proof that you didn't try all sports. You don't even know the names!” Milk was now nodding, accepting she had lost. “Basically, she stands on the back of the stunt, helping the bases to throw the flyer higher, and making sure she doesn’t fall back when she's standing”

“And she’s there because shes's tall?” 

“Yes, backspotters are usually the taller ones.” Love bit her lip, already knowing how this topic would end.

“Why?” Milk's honest curiosity was cute.

“Well, because they have to reach up to the flyers’ ass when they're stunting.”

She turned to see each part of Milk's reaction. The taller girl's eyes widened, shocked at the answer. Then, she blinked and started laughing really loud, her whole body shaking from it. 

“So Namtan's job is to hold Film's ass?”

With that, Love couldn't help but laugh as well. 

“Well, I guess…” she was laughing so much she couldn't even answer properly. Milk was losing her breath by her side, and Love wasn't even sure anymore if she was laughing at what she had said or at Milk's laugh alone. They needed a minute to calm down, catching their breath again.

“You could do that, you know.” Love teased her, bumping into Milk again.

“What?” The girl clearly couldn't take the subject seriously. “Grab Films's ass? I don’t think Namtan would like that.” 

Love rolled her eyes, still grinning.

“No, stupid. You could be a backspot.” She gazed at Milk with a mischevious grin. “Just grab someone else’s ass.”

Milk's face shifted completely from grinning and having fun to surprise and shock, not believing what she'd heard. Love loved having that effect on her. The smaller girl smiled innocently and pointed at an ice cream shop.

“Let's go there!”

—

As they exited the shop, Milk was looking playfully at Love, who was holding an ice cream cone with tree balls and an exuberant smile.

“I don’t even believe you're gonna eat all that.” She said, licking her own ice cream, with just one ball. 

Love pouted at her. “Hey, don't mock me. I couldn’t decide between the favours..”

Milk giggled at Love, wide eyed looking at her own ice cream.

“So you just decided to get all the pink ones?”

“Exactly!” the girl grinned and licked her ice cream, happy.

“I have to admit I thought you'd only get strawberry.” 

“Why?” Love frowed, still invested in savouring her ice cream. She had too many balls, so she had to eat quick before they melted completely. And she had to be cautious so she wouldn't make a mess since they were walking while eating. 

“Cause you're like a human strawberry!” Milk said like it was obvious, and Love giggled at it. She bobbed her head, waiting for Milk to explain better. “You're small, your hair is kind of red-ish and you wear a strawberry fragrance… you could be that kid’s character, strawberry shortcake!” 

That was so cute, Love couldn't hold herself. 

“Aww, that is so sweet!” she grinned, scrunching her nose. “I'd love to be a kids character.”

Milk grinned back, proud of herself. They walked in silence for a few moments, both happy with the ice cream and the comfortable rhythm they'd found walking around together.

“But hey!” Love turned to Milk, as if she had something very new and important to say. Milk nodded at her, having a hard time with her own ice cream cone. “For your logic, you should eat milk ice cream!”

“Love,” Milk leaned down to look into Love's eyes. She could tell the girl was about to strike a joke, but it didn't change how startled she felt. Fortunately, she had three (melted) balls of ice cream to hide her flushed face a little bit. “There's no such thing as plain milk ice cream. That'd be gross.”

The small girl rolled her eyes and pushed Milk's shoulder. 

“Okay stupid…” she heard Milk laughing next to her. “You know what I meant. You could've gotten like truffled milk or cream…”

“Actually..” this time, Milk sounded shy, and Love noticed she was looking away and holding back a grin. “I don’t like milk.”

Love didn’t even know how to react. Her eyebrows were raised in shock, and she kept opening and closing her mouth, not knowing if she thought it was hilarious or super weird. 

“Oh!” was all she could say, and looking at Milk's face she couldn't hold back her laugh anymore. She bursted out, laughing loudly while Milk just smiled and nodded next to her. “I'm sorry, but what the fuck?”

“I know, I know…” she shrugged “But I'm not the one who chose my name, you know? My parents chose it because I was so white… but when I grew up, I actually didn't like it!”

“Okay this made my day.” She knew it probably wasn't true, but it wasn’t completely false as well. Just having Milk accepting to hang out with her was what made her day, and getting to know her better was making it even more fun and special. Love was still giggling while catching her breath back. “You're funny.” She pointed her cone at Milk, which couldn't end up worse. Her half melted balls of ice cream fell to the floor between them. 

Love's mouth fell open, disappointed, looking at ther pink ice cream now melting way faster on the streetway. 

“Oh no!” Milk sounded deeply disturbed, resting her free hand on Love's back. “Do you want to go back so we can get you another one Love? I'll buy it for you”

Milk's voice was so caring and her touch so light that Love got over the incident instantly. She just shook her head with a slight smile, looking up.

“No… it's okay. I still have some left inside the cone.” She lifted her untouched cone to Milk- who was already chewing on the biscuit of her own. “Besided, I think it's almost lunch time, maybe we should find a proper meal.”

Milk flashed a smile at her, finishing eating. Her lips were covered in chocolate ice cream and she seemed to notice it, since she slipper her tongue out, cleaning it. 

That made Love forget completely about her own ice cream. For a moment, she even forgot where they were, because all she could think about was Milk's lips and Milk's mouth and all she wanted to do with those. She was blatantly staring at the girl's mouth, but right now she couldn't help it.

“I…” Love found speaking a very difficult task right now. She realized her mouth was open without making any sound, so she closed it again. Trying to organize her thoughts, she closed her eyes and breathed slowly, deciding it was better to start speaking like this before opening her eyes to see beautiful Milk again. “Maybe we could go eat poke, what do you think?”

Love opened her eyes and forced a grin, pretending everythink was absolutely normal. Milk was looking at her confused and chuckling. Hopefully she didn’t understand everything Love was going through from just seeing her lick her lips.

“I've never tried poke, but sure!” 

Love melted all over again. She didn't know if Milk was just easygoing all the time or if she wanted to pamper her, but both options were making her the cutest person ever right now. 

“Let's go this way.” Love pointed at another street and they started walking again, the smaller girl talking while eating what was left of her ice cream. “Poke is just like…. a salad i guess. Inside a bowl! It Hawaiian I think, but I'm not sure. Which is funny, because I mostly find it in places that sell Japanese food?”

Milk was walking beside her, while Love was babbling non stop. She nodded with a soft grin on her face. 

“Maybe it's just because Poke is usually made with fish, and japanese restaurants obviously always have fish… Anyway, what I meant is you end up not liking it, you can just ask for japanese food!” Love flashed her greatest smile at Milk, who chuckled and agreed. Love was starting to notice that Milk had a balance between being funny and ironic and being quiet and caring. It was cool, grasping this little things about Milk she wouldn't know just passing by her at college or games. 

The girls found the restaurant and entered it, Milk holding the door for Love. She grinned, feeling her body warm. Being with Milk was so nice. She wondered why she haven't done it during the past years they already knew each other but didn’t properly mingle.

They were seated in front of each other, looking at the menu. Love was actually gaining time to look at Milk and think about how to act. She wasn't sure the girl saw this as a date, but she also didn't want to spoil this great day bringing up the subject and maybe dissappointing herself… So he chose to just go with the flow, enjoying Milk's company the best she could. After all, it was what she wanted from the beginning.  

“I think I'll want spring rolls first, what do you think?” she suggested at the girl who was very seriously focused at the menu.

“Really? We just had ice cream!” Milk was surprised, frowing at Love.

“It's okay if you don't want it…” Love sulked at Milk, frowing. 

“Oh no.” Milk placed the menu back at the table, leaning over it. “I'm not gonna lose for a girl who's as tall as my legs.” Love was surprised at this bold and competitive Milk. She was really discovering lots of new things today. “Two portions of spring rolls please!” Milk shouted at the waiter, raising her hand.

“You're on.” Love narrowed her eyes, accepting the challange. Milk nodded and winked at her. Love was sure it was supposed to be a competitive style wink, but it made her insides burn. 

“Since we're here…” Milk leaned back with a mischivious smile. “Can I use you for something?”

“What!?” Love blurted out, astonished. She'd let Milk use her for lots of things. Some of them started running through her mind right now. Still, she didn’t expect an invitation in the middle of lunch. “What do you mean?”

Completely unaware of the effect she had on Love, Milk answered with ease.

“Can you tell me what the fuck is going on with Kapook, Ciize and Earn?”

Love started giggling, not knowing what was funnier: that question or all of the possibilities she was thinking a few seconds ago. That grew into an uncontrollable laughter, leaving Milk confused while she watched Love try to regain control over herself.

“Oh no this is amazing.” She said between giggles, trying to calm down. “I did not expect this, but you do have a point.”

“It's so confusing! Every time I think someone is with someone, they change again.” Milk's tone was fun aspecial she moved her hands to try to show the changing of couples. “Sometimes I don't even know how to talk to them, afraid I'll touch a sensible topic.”

Love couldn't help but find the confused look on Milk's face endearing. It was indeed a confuse topic, and sometimes sensible, but the way she admitted it was cute.

“Well, Ciize is a flirt, I guess you know that at least.” Love thought this was a good point to start off. 

“Yes” Milk smirked “just like you, right?”

Love blushed, her cheeks almost as red as her hair now. She didn't expect Milk to be this straightforward. Luckily, the waiter arrived with the spring rolls, so she took it as a chance to not answer that question specifically. She took a bite off one before continuing, avoiding Milk's eyes.

“The thing between them. Ciize is a flirt but she clearly likes Earn and Kapook.” 

“Oh…” Milk straightened herself, also chewing on the spring roll. “That sounds messy.”

“It could be. But I think they are on the way to figure it out. Ciize gives them both so much attention…” Milk chuckled hearing that, her memories from practices and games making sure she understood what Love meant. “And I think Earn and Kapook are starting to kind of get into it. Anyway, I don’t think they are exclusive for now.”

“I’m learning so much.” 

Love looked at Milk, finding her reactions so endearing. 

“But actually, being honest with you.” Love gave Milk the little bowl of sauce. Milk's eyes were fixed on her, curious. Love giggled, not expecting Milk to be so into the girls’ gossip. “I know Ciize really likes both of them. And I know Earn likes Ciize very much.” She chewed on the rolls between each phrase. “For what I've noticed, Kapook also likes both of them.”

“Uhh, saucy.” Milk flashed a funny smile, lifting her eyebrows. “And what about Earn?”

“That's the point.” Love tilted her head, her rolls already finished. “I think Earn does like Kapook as well. But she's still on her way to figure that out…”

“Yeah, I guess I can see that.” Milk ate her last roll, looking away with a reflective glance. “I've seen Earn watch the football practice, and also some games. At first I thought she was just there for Ciize, but they almost always leave together. The three of them.” Milk made a funny face at Love, who chuckled.

“But I guess it's cool they have their own thing working out…” Love saw Milk calling the waiter while she spoke. “I just hope Earn makes up her mind at some point.”

The waiter arrived and they asked for their food, taking a break on the conversation. Even after the spring rolls, Love was so hungry. Or maybe she was just craving the food, knowing it would be delicious. She had a hard time knowing the difference between those some times.

“What about the rest of the team?” Love asked Milk now. “You must know more than me!”

“I don’t think there's too much to know.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Those three are… whatever they are. Namtan is stupidly in love with Film…”

“Oh I know.” Love nodded, scrunching her nose. “I've been there though all that.”

“Really? You knew them before they were dating?” Again, Milk was sincerely interested in listening to Love. It was so heartwarming.

“Yeah! I met Film like on the first week of college, because she's in my class. Then I met Namtan a few weeks after, because I wanted to join the school team.” 

Their bowls arrived and they thanked the waiter. Milk passed Love the hashis and the sauce first. So caring. 

“I eventually grew closer to Film,” Love continued. “because we're on the same class and we entered cheerleading together. But Namtan is really outgoing..”

“Oh I know.” Milk agreed, nodding while tasting her poke. She seemed to like it.

“Yeah, you know well.” Love giggled between bites. “Anyway, she's outgoing and likes physical contact, kind of like me. So we bonded too.”

“Oh and you brought them together?” Milk's expression was amazed, like Love was a great artist. The smaller girl giggled, almost choking on her food. 

“I think it'd bee too condescending of me to say that…” she grinned at Milk, hoping her teeth weren't full of lettuce. “I think they were just meant to be together you know? There wasn't anything that made them be Namtan and Film… they just were. I can't even think of them not being together by now.” Love focused her gaze on her bowl, remembering things from the past with the two of them, before they finally got together. She shook her head, smiling. “I can't even believe some of the memories of them being single.”

“Oh I bet you and Film did wicked things before.” Milk teased, closing her mouth against a piece of tuna on her hashi. 

“I’m sorry?” Love forced her tone to sound annoyed, but was actually entertained with the boldness Milk had shown.

“Well for what I've heard…” Milk leaned closer and winked at her. “The cheerleading squad is kind of reckless.”

Love stared at Milk with an open mouth, shocked. She felt her cheeks burn, certainly blushing like hell. She couldn't deny it, because she wouldn't lie to Milk's face, but she didn't think endorsing it would be good for her case. She looked away, giggling with shame, fully aware she wasn't able to hide what she was feeling right now. 

She shouldn't be so surprised. They were in the same college for about two years, and they had kind of the same circle of friends. They had probably even gone to the same parties in the past. Parties where Love didn't know Milk, and didn't hold back a single bit, just mingleing and kissing and doing, indeed, reckless stuff with her squad. 

“I'm not gonna answer that.” She whispered, focusing on her meal for now. She could hear Milk giggling, probably laughing at her reaction. Between bites, she tried to glance at the taller girl, always finding her gaze resting at Love, with a funny look.

They finished their meals like that, and Love eventually had to give in and look Milk straight in the face at some point.

“Okay okay I'm sorry for embarrassing you..” Milk lifted her hands, surrendering. She stood up next to Love with an inviting hand. “Let me give you something to make up for it.”

Love accepted Milk's hand, standing up. They grinned at each other, and Milk lead the way trough the street.

“Let's get chocolate!” The taller girl announced, bobbing her head.

“Didn't you have chocolate ice cream just now?” Love frowned at her.

“What are you, chocolate police?” Milk crossed her arms with a fake angry face. “Chocolate ice cream and actual chocolate are completely different things okay.” 

Love just chuckled and accepted it. She wasn't the kind of girl who refused a dessert. And she felt like she wasn't able to refuse anything Milk offered her.

In no time they reached a candy shop with dozens of different chocolates to choose from- with milk, white, dark, nuts, orange, mint, everything. Milk grabbed a bag and started pouring a little bit of each into it.

“Wow that's a lot of chocolate.” Love widened her eyes, seeing the result of that.

“Don't look at me like that.” Milk protested, handing the bag to Love so she could choose the chocolates she wanted. “You're the one who's been walking me around the whole day after different snacks!” 

Milk popped a chocolate into her mouth while Love smiled. “The way you're saying it, you make it sound like you're a dog.”

“Oh I'd love to be a dog!!” Milk's smile was all over her face now. Each time she saw Milk smile, Love could feel herself melting just like the chocolate on her mouth. Each and every kind of smile she had seen today had its own charm, all of them cute. “Imagine, just walking around, eating treats and being petted all day long! It must be amazing.”

She couldn’t get any cuter.

“Well that's what you've been doing today!” Love grinned at her, happy to know she was fullfilling Milk's wishes. “But you're a bit too tall for the petting part.” Love raised her hands to show how she couldn't reach Milk’s hair. 

“I can go down for you if you want.”

Apparently, Milk didn’t realize what she had said before the words blurted out of her mouth. They just stared at each other for a moment, both wide eyed. Love could see the moment blood started rushing through Milk's face, making her blush intensively. Love cracked a loud laughter, finally making Milk relax and also laugh. Milk's laugh took control of her whole body, making her shoulders shake and body arch. In the middle of laughing, Love caught herself thinking Milk couldn't be more adorable.

“Just…” Love tried to stop laughing, and sat down on a bench they'd found. “eat your damn chocolate…”

Milk sat beside her, still giggling, but putting more chocolate pieces in her mouth. She was probably trying to do the same as Love, focusing on the flavours so she could regain her train of thoughts. 

During that, their bag was almost empty.

“And you told me it was too much chocolate..” Milk pointed at the bag. 

“Yes… I underestimated us.” Love was still smiling, unable now to be serious. 

“Well after today I know to never underestimate what your mouth can do.” 

This time, Milk seemed fully aware of what she was saying. It was just Love who chocked on her chocolate.

“What?” 

“I've seen you eat and talk non stop for like five hours by now.” Milk explained, with a innocent look on her face. Love didn’t believe a single word. She could see Milk knew exactly what she was saying. 

So, she decided to play along.

“That's not all my mouth can do, you know?” Love said, popping the last piece of chocolate into her mouth, with a devilish grin. Milk narrowed her eyes, gazing into Love's.

Then, love stood up and pointed at a bobba tea cafe.

“Let's go there now.” 

She stood up, followed closely by Milk, who still hadn't say a word to answer. 

—- 

“Here I have Love as a bobba flavour!” Milk grinned proudly, showing her cup as they walked out of the bobba cafe.

Love stabbed her own tea, eager to pop the bubbles into her mouth. She frowned at Milk, her mouth too busy drinking to actually question what the girl was saying. 

“Look!” she stretched her arm towards Love, allowing her to have a closer look at the cup. “The tea is strawberry flavored, and as I’ve told you, strawberry is supposed to be your flavor.” She explained to Love as if she was a scientist defending her thesis. Love nodded while she kept drinking her own tea, her gaze following Milk's hands around the cup. 

“And here!!!” Milk pointed at the bottom of the cup. “We have the bobba pearls. I asked them to be blueberry flavored. So they're black!” 

Milk leaned closer to Love, gazing directly into her eyes. That made the smaller girl finally give up on her drink, her mouth falling slightly open, in trance from the set of eyes staring into her.

“Black bobba pearls. Just like your bobba eyes!” The proud grin grew back in Milk's face. 

Love's mouth rounded, making a perfect “O”, surprised with everything her crush was saying and doing right in front of her. She could feel her cheeks filling up in blood, probably making her blush like never before. Inside, she felt both embarrassed and excited. She felt like she wanted to dig a hole and hide, embarrassed at how happy this silly idea Milk had made her. But she was also feeling an impulse to start running around, jumping, giggling and squeaking like a happy kid. In the middle of all of that, she couldn't escape Milk’s gaze, her eyes still locked into hers.

“They're cute.” Milk added, still staring deeply into Love’ soul trough her eyes.

“That's…” she tried to speak normally, so Milk wouldn't realize how down bad she was. It was important that the girl knew she was interested, but by now Love had realized this was becoming something more than a silly crush on a football player. The whole day with Milk had been so pleasant and comfortable. She felt light hearted and had so much fun, laughing like Milk was her private comedian. “That's so silly. You're so silly.” she said, forcing a giggle.

Milk raised an eyebrow, showing she knew Love was holding back. But she didn't say anything on that matter, just standing straight again and finally stabbing into her cup. She took a sip, popping the first bubbles. Love felt her gaze linger over Milk's mouth, remembering how good it was to taste her. She felt flushed all over again, but didn’t look away. 

“Ah!!” Milk exclaimed, making drinking bobba tea a dramatic experience. “This Love cup tastes refreshing!”

Love rolled her eyes playfully and bumped into Milk, pushing her slightly. They walked in silence, just drinking and occasionally crossing gazes, which made them giggle with no apparent reason. Again, it was comfortable and fun. Love felt like she could breath deeper, the air around them clearer and more refreshing than the rest of the city.

And then, Milk's phone rang, kind of ruining the moment. She grabbed it annoyed, but as soon as she looked at the screen, her face became more serious.

“Hey!” She nodded as the other person spoke on the phone, just agreeing with everything. She'd shoot some glances at Love, quietly apologizing, and the girl was just shaking her head, not annoyed at all. “Okay, I'll meet you in a bit.”

That made Love’s permanent smile (it had been on her face the whole day, since she met Milk) fade, turning into a pout. She didn't want to say goodbye to Milk yet, even if it was already turning dark. Even a whole day with her felt like too little. She wanted to have more time with Milk to know her and understand her. 

“I'm sorry… that was my mom. Apparently I had agreed to have dinner with her and my father and I completely forgot about it.”

Milk looked just as disappointed as Love, her face fully taken by sad eyes and a pout. She tried to give Love a small smile, but it didn't convince either of them. Being real, seeing Milk sad about leaving her after spending the whole day together, made Love a little happy too. She felt bittersweet about this moment.

“Oh it's okay… it's getting dark already anyway..” Love tried to cheer them up a little bit, flashing a grin. Milk nodded at her, smiling as well.

“Okay so.. I guess I'll go..” they locked eyes, both still holding their cups. Love wouldn't be the one to look away and break this, so she kept her gaze lingering over Milk's eyes. “I will see you next week? At the game?”

“Wouldn't miss it for anything!” Love grinned, still looking deep into the taller girl's eyes. She was almost tip toeing by this point. 

Then, Milk leaned in and hugged Love. She then realized she had never really hugged Milk, like a full embrace- without sucking each other’s face at least.

It felt so nice. 

At this exact moment, Love thought it might even feel nicer than actually kissing Milk. She was so small compared to the girl that her arms could fully envelop her, and Milk's head rested directly on top of Love's. Milk's scent was so fresh, even after walking around for hours. She snuggled a little closer, brushing her cheek to Milk's chest. It felt cozy and perfect inside Milk's arms.

Still on that position, Milk whispered. “Okay… I'll go now.”

Then she let go of Love, with a shy smile and cheeks flushing. Love knew she was probably looking the same, maybe even more. She just nodded and watched as the girl walked away and entered her uber. 

Love took a deep breath, feeling all the feelings possible at this point, savouring the air around her, that was also the air around Milk just a few seconds ago. 

Then, she started walking back home. 

It was a long way to go, since they'd been walking the whole day long. But the way the breeze felt on her smiley face was so nice. She wanted to hold on to that feeling, right after spending the whole day with Milk, for as long as she could. 

So, she walked home, the biggest grin on her face, still feeling Milk's arms around her. 

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Love woke up to the sound of the bell ringing. Over and over and over again. She stood up, furious and ran downstairs. She wondered where her siblings were, since they didn’t even move to see who it was, and wondered who the fuck was at her door so early and making so much noise. 

She didn’t even think of brushing her hair or changing from her pajamas before she opened the door, ready to curse whoever was there.

But she didn’t expect that her visitor would be just the cutest person she knew, leaving her unable to say anything angry anymore.

“Film? What are you doing here?” Love was disarmed and just opened space so her friend could enter her house, closing the door behind them.

“I’m here to save you.” The girl grinned, shaking her hands in front of Love, who was completely lost. 

“And how’s that?” 

“You’re going out with me tonight.” Film affirmed, leaving no space for Love to refuse. Not that she would refuse, it was the weekend after all. 

“Yes I am? We have to go to the girl’s game today.” Now, Love checked the clock on her TV, noticing it was indeed too early for someone to storm into her house like that. Only now she realized Film was carrying a big backpack, probably meaning she would be staying over. “But that’s not for like three or four more hours.”

Film was so used to going to Love’s house that she just walked herself upstairs, making her friend follow her into her own bedroom. Once they arrived there, Film sat on the bed and Love plopped next to her. 

“Yes, but after the game you’re going somewhere else with me.” Film continued, laying down and making herself comfortable.

“Sure babe.” Love still wasn’t comprehending the whole thing. Film for sure knew she’d go anywhere she asked her to. “But do you mind telling me where?”

This made Film’s smile grow and her dimples show up. Love couldn’t help but smile too, no one was immune to Film’s cuteness when she smiled like that. 

“It’s Kapook’s birthday this weekend and I asked her if I could take you.” 

“Aren’t you going to take your girlfriend?” 

“Well she is going already. Because Kapook invited the whole football team. ” Her tone on the last words was enough so Love could understand what she meant. She tried to hold her smile back, but it wasn’t possible next to her friend. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So, you have to go today so you can do something with your sweetheart.” 

Love felt her cheeks burning. Film did actually come to her house on a saturday morning with a plan so she could kiss Milk. And even involved Kapook in it, who probably also understood the whole thing the moment Film asked her to take Love. She just grunted and nestled against Film, who wrapped her hand around Love’s head, patting her.

“I feel so stupid.” Love admitted.

“Why babe? It’s okay to have a crush. You should know, you usually have a different one every two weeks.” Even if Film was kind and cute, she was also good at teasing. Even more if she was comfortable with someone, and she was really comfortable with Love.

“You know it’s not the same! First, this has been going on for more than a month by now. And I’ve kissed her already!” She exclaimed, annoyed at herself.

“Yeah, just not on the day you two spent together, alone, with lots of opportunities to kiss her…” Again, teasing. Love snorted at her. 

“There was no opportunity okay. I couldn’t just kiss her out of nowhere and ruin the mood.” Love complained, but she was actually angry at herself for missing the opportunity. “I wanted to kiss her all the time… but also I’m glad I didn’t do it. Everything was just so nice…” Love sighed and closed her eyes, remembering how amazing her last Saturday was. 

Film just shook her head, knowing Love had endured her being like this for months when she first started liking Namtan. Even worse, her friend had to put up with both of them at that time. First, Namtan falling head over heels before Film even understood she was being for real and not just joking- something Love had told her multiple times, but she couldn’t even believe. Namtan was, after all, known for being silly 24/7, and Film couldn’t wrap her head around the idea of that goddess actually liking her. And after she accepted it, she knew she must’ve been a pain in the ass talking about Namtan every day, all day long. That girl was all she could talk about for a long time when they started dating. Nowadays, Namtan was still in Film’s head most of the time- actually, all the time- but she had learnt how to control her subjects when talking to other people.

Now, she could see Love was struggling to understand how she felt about Milk, and she couldn’t just leave her adorable friend to suffer through this alone. Even if she didn’t completely understand the whole confusion with feelings that she could see clearly- Namtan was the best one on this topic-, Film sure knew how it was to be a girl in love. And she wanted to help Love succeed on it. 

Plus, if her best friend started dating someone who was also friends with Namtan, their life would be much easier. And fun!

“It’s okay Love, we all get flustered around pretty girls!” She joked, shaking her friend’s head. It was true, after all.

“Okay… now tell me why you have such a big backpack?” Love changed the subject, not so subtly. Film didn’t mind though, she knew Love would talk about it with her whenever she was comfortable. 

“Well, here I have clothes for the game.” 

“So Namtan’s jersey.” Love’s face was fun and light now.

“Unfortunately, no. It’s just a t-shirt from our team. All of her jerseys are with her today.” Film pouted, and Love couldn’t resist to pinch her friend’s cheeks. “And I have more than one option of clothing for the party later. Also make up. And like, a hat, rings, contact lenses, sunglasses, stuff like that.” 

“So you brought your whole house?” Love slapped the backpack, that might as well weight more than her. 

“Kind of…” Film seemed to contemplate whether she had exaggerated. “I also have pyjamas because I wanted to stay over today, if you don’t mind.” 

“I’d never mind you. We can call Namtan too, if you want.” Love knew she’d third-wheel, but it wasn’t so bad when it was for her friends. That was the best part of being friends with both parts of the couple, even when she was alone with them she didn’t feel uncomfortable.

“I’m not sure she can, she told me she had a family thing tomorrow, something she couldn’t take me.” 

“Oh that’s annoying…” Love didn’t want to go deeper into it. Some families were homophobic, and she didn’t want to make Film feel bad.

“We can invite Milk maybe…” Film raised her eyebrows, grinning. Love could see little parts of Namtan in her already.

“Oh don’t start.” The little girl rolled her eyes, not even considering it.

“Okay I’d actually rather not to, because I don’t want to hear you two all night long.” That made Love throw a pillow on Film’s face, who didn’t even bother enough to stop talking. “But you could invite her to go with us to the game! Offer your girl a ride!”

Love sat up, leaning against the wall of her bedroom. She sighed, looking at Film. “I have to admit I’ve been thinking about it for the last few games, after I gave her a ride back. But I don’t want to be too much….” 

She felt Film’s fingers snapping against her forehead. 

“Auch!” Love protested, massaging the area. 

“That’s what you get for being stupid!” Film was frowning, but easied her expression gazing into Love’s eyes. “She’s already agreed to go out with you once, she’s kissed you deep and hard, she smiles and flushes every time she sees you at games or at college. How would offering a ride be too much? That’s something you do for friends even.” 

Love sighed and nodded. Film did have a point.

“Okay, okay. I’ll text her.” It was nice having a friend encouraging her- if not to say making her - be bolder on this. 

hey, do you want a ride for the game today? 

Love and Film sat in silence, both staring at the phone, waiting for an answer. Film’s gaze switched between Love and the screen, curious about the message but also watchful over her friend. In no time, the screen lit up.

i’d love it! just tell me when to be ready 

“Oh!” Love gasped, grinning at Film. The girls chuckled and pushed each other jokingly, both happy. 

After arranging things with Milk, Love laid back on her bed, dreamy about the next hours of her life. Liking Milk had that effect on her. She was hopeful of the future all the time, that being a few hours in the future or weeks and months. Now, she was excited to meet Milk, see her play, and later be with her at the party. Sometimes, she was dreaming awake thinking about being cozy and silly with Milk, being able to kiss her in the middle of the day, spending alone time with her every week… So many things in the future seemed nice and happy now. She only hoped she’d actually get them. 

“Okay, now can we just chill before the game? I didn’t expect to have a late night today, and somebody already woke me up earlier than I hoped.” Love narrowed her eyes at Film, joking. 

“Sure babe. Let’s watch a movie and chill until we go get your girl.” Film laid next to Love, turning on her TV. She was really damn comfortable on that house.

“Are you asking me to Netflix and chill? I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate it.” 

“Oh no, I’d never try anything with a girl whose heart is already taken like you…” 

Love knew it was teasing, but she couldn’t do anything but giggle and choose a movie. Film was right, after all. Her heart was taken, at least for now.

—

“You’re ridiculous, you know that right?” Film couldn’t even believe what she was seeing right now. “How can you be shy of texting her or kissing her on a goddamn  date but you’re not shy of giving her flowers out of nowhere?”

“It’s not out of nowhere! It’s our agreement, I told you.” Love said, parking in front of Milk’s house. She took out her phone to text her that they were outside, while Film held the flowers for her. “I didn’t give her flowers for the last game, when she scored, so I’m giving them now.” 

Film squinted at Love, sighing. 

“I’m not gonna argue with you. Anyways, there’s no better way to win a woman’s heart than being so kind… You’re charming when you want to, Love.”

Love grinned, blowing a kiss. “I guess I’m inspired.” 

They saw Milk opening the door and waving before walking to the car. Film poked Love, making her laugh and blush. She wasn’t sure about this earlier, but now having her friend with her made Love more easy going, and she hoped that would make Milk more interested. 

“Hey girls!” Milk’s voice was excited as she entered the back of the car. Film could clearly see Love melting just hearing those two words, her face switching to a soft look she didn’t usually see on her friend. 

“Hi Milk.” Film showed her dimples, giving Love some time to get over herself. The flowers still lingered on her lap, waiting for Love to make a move.

“Hey!!” Love turned back, looking directly at Milk. The girl was already wearing her jersey, with a sports bag resting on her lap. “I have two things for you.” 

Milk widened her eyes, curious. She had no idea what that could mean. 

“First, I washed your jersey!” Love pointed at a package on the seat, where Milk’s lended jersey laid, clean and neat. Being real, Love didn’t actually want to give it back. Not only did she want to walk around wearing Milk’s jersey because she felt cool doing it, she also liked that the shirt had a kind of Milk’s scent… Well, up until some point it started to smell bad, so she had to wash it. “And, I owe you this.” 

Now she grabbed the flowers from Film’s lap, passing it to the girl on the back seat. Love’s grin was giant, her eyes twinkling from excitement. She was discovering that not only she liked to be pampered, but she also liked to do things to make Milk happy. And judging by she redness of her cheeks and the smile that grew on Milk’s face, Love had done it. 

“Because of the game?” Milk asked, flustered. 

“Yes! I told you I’d give you flowers if you scored!” Love nodded and turned to the steering wheel again, starting to drive. She could feel Film’s gaze on her, mocking her silently. “One is for the last game, and the other one is for today.”

“But I… I don’t even know if I’ll actually score today…” Milk was embarrassed, stuttering. But Love could see through the rear view mirror that she was almost hugging the flowers, holding them close. 

“Well, now you have to! To make up for the flower!” Film giggled next to Love, enjoying watching these two play with each other.

“Exactly!” Love agreed, her eyes on the road, but her attention taken by Milk. “If you do score, you’ll have to dedicate it to me, okay?”

Even though Love was driving and couldn’t see, all Milk could do was nod, still smiling. 

—

Love was really getting into this whole cheering for football thing. Today, Earn was also sitting at the bleachers with her and Film, so they were making a mess. Like before, they'd scream and sing and dance and do anything to hype up the team. But even with all of that, the game was almost ending and none of the teams had scored yet. Love could see Milk was tense, even angry. She had noticed that when the girl wasn't as productive as she expected from herself, she'd get stressed like any game was the end of the world cup. So, even though she was having fun cheering, Love couldn't help but also feel tense. Even more because she was afraid she'd jinxed Milk giving her the flower before the actual game…

“Do you think it's all my fault?” She said with her eyes still locked on the court.

“What the hell? You don't even play.” Earn answered, oblivious to the gifts Milk had gotten earlier.

“She's crazy because she told Milk she had to score today.” Film explained, making a face at Earn, who responded to it teasing and poking Love.

“Ohhh you're worried about your girl.” 

“Let's face it, we're all here worried about our girls…” she rolled her eyes, looking at both of them. Her friends giggled, and Film looked like she was going to say something, before she went fully into girlfriend mode.

“WHAT THE HELL? THAT'S NOT EVEN ALLOWED!!!” She screamed at the judge. Love guessed Film didn't know all the rules to football, but what the other player had done to Namtan was definitely not allowed. The girl had to be carried outside after being kicked in the leg, then in the stomach, and again on her back, just because she was running towards the goal with the ball on her feet. 

The team gathered around Namtan, giving her water and ice packs, but they had to quickly go back into the court. 

And since Milk was the main shooter, she was the one chosen to do the penalty. 

Love couldn't sit down anymore. She stood up, holding her breath. She saw Milk cleaning sweat from her face, her ponytail swinging. Love had never seen a penalty up close, but right now the goalkeeper seemed to have no choice. Milk had a furious look in her eyes, ready to do anything to score. She stepped back, then came back running, gathering energy to kick the ball. 

And Love was right. The ball took off so strongly that, even when the goalkeeper did get the right side of the goal, the ball just passed, shoving her hand away and entering the goal with ease. 

The cheerleaders broke out screaming Milk's name, hugging each other; and the team invaded the court pushing her around and commemorating. 

In the middle of that, Milk looked up at the bleachers- more exactly, up at Love -, and pointed at Love, blinking. She knew what it meant: Milk was dedicating the goal to her, just like she asked earlier. Love blushed and waved at Milk, happier than she expected to be at a football game in the middle of the day. She could hear her friends screaming and giggling at her, and she knew she’d be teased about that later today, but right now she felt like she was flying above everything. It was like a scene from a movie, she could only focus on Milk’s face, even in the middle of so many girls dressed the same. Love could tell that moment would be replaying inside her head for a long time. 

—

The girls were gathered in Love's bedroom. Earn decided to get ready there with her and Film, so they could have some girl time together. Not that spending time with Kapook and Ciize wasn't girl time, they were all girls in the end, but the three cheerleaders had much to talk about from the last weeks. 

“So you do like her.   her.” Earn asked, opening up her makeup bag. “But when you went on a date, you didn't kiss her…” 

Love could feel the judgment in Earn’s voice, even if she wasn’t looking at her. And she wasn’t even angry. In fact, she was. She was angry with herself, for not kissing Milk. And she was angry with whatever was going on with her right now, because she didn’t understand why she was acting like that. She wasn’t usually shy about this kind of subject.

“I don’t even know if she knew it was a date okay!” She protested, choosing clothes from her wardrobe. Film scooted closer and started going through the drawers as well, helping her. “Imagine if it wasn’t, and I kissed her out of nowhere… It’d be super awkward and ruin everything.”

“Girl come on. You can tell when it is a date.” Film was calm, shaking her head. She chose a short skirt and gave it to Love, her gaze not leaving any space for the girl to refuse. “First, she agreed to go out with you on Saturday morning. Then, she agreed to eat all of the stuff you wanted, and we all know you eat a lot. She even paid for chocolates!” 

Love took a moment to look away, the moments of that day coming back to her. It was so calm, so cozy… so different than she was feeling right now. Now, she was nervous. It was probably the first time she was nervous about a party after getting into college.

“This is ridiculous.” Love’s voice was sharp and decided. “I’m not going to freak out. I’ll go today, enjoy the party, and see if Milk even makes a move.” 

Earn was still focused on her makeup, sitting in front of the mirror now. “I’ve tried that one before…” 

Love and Film shared a fun gaze, before sitting side by side on the bed, staring at Earn now.

“Oh please tell us more.” Film dropped her interest in Love’s love story, because Earn opening up was the most difficult thing between the three of them, and they were just dying to hear something more about that relationship. Love nodded eagerly, also hungry for this story.

“Well, there’s not much to tell.” Her voice was calm, applying glitter on her eyelids. “I didn’t want to be the one who was always after her, so I spent a party night without even talking to her.”

“And?” Love leaned closer.

“And eventually she came after me!” Earn grinned at them, winking. “I’m not sure this is the best strategy, though. I might have been lucky.”

“Earn, can you please be more specific?” Love was now partially curious about the story and partially interested in the thatics. “Are you talking about Ciize?”

“Okay I give up.” Earn dropped the brushes and turned to her friends. “I’ll tell you.” 

“Finally!!” Film squeaked, pulling love into a side hug. The smaller girl giggled and sat up straight after Film let her go. Now, their attention was fully focused on Earn and finally understanding what was going on between those three. 

This was so awesome about girls' night.

“Okay, so this time was when I was trying to understand if Ciize actually wanted something with me. Because every party we went to we would kiss… But she also kissed everyone else.” 

“Oh we know.” Love blurted out.

“If I were you, I’d be quiet. You know damn well you’re one of the girls she kisses at every party.” Film scolded her, gesturing to Earn to keep going. She could see both of her friends blushed a little after her comment.

“Well, she did kiss lots of people at that party too. But she eventually came after me! And she asked me if I was avoiding her, which I wasn’t, then she asked me why I haven’t kissed her before.” Earn’s grin was something precious right now. “I told her I was waiting for her to come to me. After this, she always comes to me at parties..” 

“Not only at parties…” Love whispered, teasing Earn to see if she’d talk more. Gladly, it worked. 

“Yeah… But it was progressive, you know? After a while adjusting to that, she also started hanging out with me in college, and asking me to come over, and staying over at mine’s… at some point we just started seeing each other almost every day and kind of sharing everything.”

Again, a precious grin. Earn seemed satisfied with her story, so she turned at the mirror again to finish her makeup. But Film wouldn’t let her.

“Baby that’s a cute story. I love that you’re comfortable with Ciize. But let’s be honest here.” Film moved her lips closer to Earn’s ear. “Your story isn’t just about the two of you.” 

Now, Earn didn’t even have to apply blush. Her face was completely red as she stared at the mirror, not being able to face her friends. Love was shocked at Film’s boldness, so she just sat on the bed, waiting for Earn’s answer.

She took her time, but eventually spoke.

“You’re right. Being honest with you two… it’s kind of the same thing. I knew she was always after Kapook too, and eventually it became part of this dynamic. At parties Ciize was always after me, and after her. When we hung out, sometimes it was just the two of us, sometimes Kapook was with us too. And sometimes it was just the two of them… We never actually sat down to talk about it.” She shrugged her shoulders and kept working on her face.

“What do you two have against just talking?” Film looked at Earn, then at Love, anguished. 

“I wouldn’t want to talk if I had Ciize and Kapook in the same bedroom after me too…” Love couldn’t be more honest. Those two were hot, each in their own way. Earn was lucky.

“You’re insufferable.” Film gave up, leaving for the bathroom to get changed. 

Love and Earn giggled at each other. 

“But maybe you should, you know. Talk to them.”

“I know… I will, at some point. But this mess is kind of fun right now.” 

“I think I know what you mean…” Love started changing into her party clothes. The skirt Film chose for her was so short. She knew it’d make a statement, but it was a bold choice. So, Love just looked herself in the mirror and decided that today she’d be bold. “If it doesn’t hurt you, I guess it’s okay… for now.”

“Are you sure you’re talking about me, Loverruck?”

Earn’s look through the mirror was teasing, and Love didn’t have an answer for that. Talking to her friends actually made her reflect about her own situation.

So today, she’d try to be bold.

—

“Girl you’ve been here for almost an hour and didn’t even properly talk to Milk.” 

Namtan was sitting next to Love on one of the few chairs available. Kapook had closed down a club- like, literally, a nightclub- just for her birthday party. It was amazing, more than Love was expecting. There was an open bar with all different kinds of drinks, an enormous dance floor, colored lighting, even the bathrooms were nice and neat. And on a wall there were a few chairs, where Love was sitting right now. Film was almost passing out from sleep, leaning against Namtan. But her girlfriend didn’t want to leave before Love completed her mission tonight.

“I know… I’m just not brave enough.”

That whole talk about being bold? Love just couldn’t. Everytime Milk was next to her, she’d lose her game. Just a brief sight of the silky black hair was making Love lose herself on her thoughts and feelings. Her mouth wouldn’t obey her, and even if it did, she couldn’t even form a coherent thought to speak up. She was feeling too much. And Milk was too much today. Love had thought her mini skirt with a cropped social shirt was hot. She was sure that would make Milk look at her and want her. But when the player arrived, wearing low rise oversized shorts and a top, she knew she would be the one doing all the desire tonight. Love wasn’t even sure what Milk was wearing could be considered a top. It was almost a sports bra with sparkles. Whatever it was, it made Milk look amazing. And made Love lose her strength near her.

“Love, come on. I’ve seen you do this for years. You don’t even have to say anything, everybody wants you just looking at you.” Even half asleep, Film managed to slap Namtan’s leg when she said that. Namtan just shook her head and kept encouraging her friend. “And you’ve already kissed her once. Just do whatever you did first!”

Then, it hit Love. 

“I have to drink more!” She stood up, jumping from the chair to the floor. Those chairs could be just fine for someone tall as Namtan, but Love’s feet couldn’t reach the floor. “Last time, I was super drunk so I was braver.”

“And Ciize pushed you. I remember that.” Kapoop appeared behind her, bringing the truth to the conversation. Normally, Love would be a little embarrassed talking about this with someone she wasn’t close to. But by now, she guessed Earn and Ciize probably already told everything to Kapook. 

“Yes.” Love heard Namtan chuckling and stepped on her foot, making the girl frown. “But today I won’t need anyone, okay? I’ll do it. Just give me a drink!” 

Love walked decided to the bar and asked for the strongest thing available. While she was trying to chug the whole thing, Namtan came after her again.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? Last time you went a little crazy…” 

Her eyes showed she was aware Love wasn’t the only crazy one that day. 

“That’s the whole idea of getting drunk, Namtan.” Love said between gulps.

“Yes, but you kissed like the whole party.” 

“And that includes Milk! So at least I get something I really want.” She had already finished her drink, and Namtan’s look was worried as hell. She knew Love usually did that at parties, but this looked like a disaster building up. “Let’s do shots!” 

“Oh no baby, I have to take Film home. Can’t tag along with you on this one.” 

Even refusing, Namtan leaned on the bar’s table, staying next to Love. Film was on the chairs, still awaken, but clearly too tired to be in the middle of that now. 

“I’ll do it with you!” Ciize appeared next to Love. As always, she was ready to be the life of the party. “Give us one shot of each alcohol you have, please.”

“And two bottles of water!!” Namtan pleaded, even more worried now. Those two together were a menace when they wanted to.

“Let’s do it.” Love chugged the first shot, not even feeling the flavour on her tongue. “I need this courage.” 

Ciize smirked and mirrored her, already pushing another little cup at Love. “Why are you so worked up today Lovergirl?” 

Love was wasting no time, so she finished three more shots before answering. Even Ciize was amazed, but tried following her rhythm.

“I need to be braver so I can go and hit on Milk and kiss her!” Love was already flustered from the drinks, her cheeks visibly red from the alcohol. “But today I don’t want you to push me, okay?”

“Oh baby girl… I think you’ll have some competition today…” At first, Love couldn’t understand Ciize’s look. That was until her friend used a finger to push her chin, tilting Love’s head towards the other side of the dance floor, to the space where they were sitting just now.

There, Milk was sitting on one of the chairs. Her hair was shining effortlessly, her skin changing colors with the lights, her toned abs showing… But there was a girl in the way. Actually, there was a girl leaning over Milk, standing right between the girl’s legs. Milk was so tall she had to sit down to be face to face with that girl. And that seemed to be the target, because the girl was leaning into Milk, her hand on Milk’s tight, clearly going in for a kiss. 

And Milk was leaning too, a small smirk on her face. Love only saw that smirk for a brief moment, before the girl’s face covered Milk’s, kissing her. And then, Milk’s hands were on the girl’s back, and Love was sure her tongue was into the girl’s mouth. Love couldn’t look away. She wanted to know for how long they’d kiss, what Milk would do, what the girl would do to Milk, if they were going to leave and go somewhere else. Her gaze was stuck, her eyes felt dry and her insides were burning.

“Give me more shots.” She demanded, without looking away. In no time, more two shot cups were on the table. 

“Please drink some water…” Namtan pleaded, handing over the bottle. Love took it and drank some, without looking away.

“Love… are you okay?” Even Ciize sounded worried now. Not that Love could see her face. She was still staring at the scene. 

“I’m just fine.” The shots burnt down her throat, but it was nothing like the fire Love felt ignited inside her. She was burning, angry, annoyed and demanding now. Still staring, she saw Milk and the girl finally split up as Milk pointed at something, telling the girl to go there. Scamming the room with her eyes, her gaze finally found Love’s. Milk tried to grin at her, waving, but Love just held her gaze for a split second. Then, she turned to Ciize, as sharp as she could. “You wanna come with me?”

Ciize’s eyes were bigger than ever before, and she gazed at Namtan, worried. All Namtan could do was exhale, giving up. She pressed her eyelids together and nodded at Ciize, as if asking her to take care of Love. They had no idea what this version of Love could do. Her eyes were so sharp now they seemed able to cut through skin. Ciize just agreed, smiling, and Love took her hand, pulling her into the dance floor.

In the middle of everyone- Kapook had probably invited everyone from their course- Love just let go, like she used to do just a while ago. She remembered Milk saying the cheerleading squad did wild things, so today she’d show her. The anger burning in her blood was exactly what she needed to turn bold.

Dancing with Ciize, Love felt her whole body come alive. It was nice, dancing with someone with the same height as her. Not only could she actually look into Ciize’s eyes with ease, but everything about them matched. Their hands were the same height, their chests, their hips. Everything was close, and touchable. And all Love wanted right now was something to touch and feel to dissipate that energy. So she danced with Ciize, grinding with her, their bodies swaying together. She kissed Ciize’s neck, and let Ciize turn her around and move her hands up and down her body. She tilted her head to the side, pecking her friend’s lips. 

Then she looked around and couldn’t see Milk. And Love couldn’t stand the idea of not seeing Milk and not knowing what she was doing, or who she was with. So she slid from Ciize’s arms and started wandering around the dance floor. She saw Earn taking her place, grinning and kissing Ciize all over her face. Looking for someone in the middle of a crowd being 1,56 wasn’t an easy task, so Love started looking up, to see if she could glimpse the dark straight hair. She knew she could recognize any part of Milk’s body easily by now, after spending so much time thinking about it. 

But Milk was the one who found Love. She was also looking around, but Love wasn’t sure if the girl was looking for her or looking for someone else. Milk grinned and seemed to try to move towards Love. But the smaller girl didn’t let her. She wanted to see Milk because her imagination and her thoughts were making her believe that Milk’s absence could only mean something awful- like her leaving the party with someone else. But she wasn’t in the mood to talk or even look at Milk now, the image of her kissing another girl still burning in her mind. 

Then, like magic, another girl from the team appeared. She was a blond side base from Film’s stunt. Love knew she and Namtan didn’t talk much, even being on the same stunt, because years ago, before dating Film, Namtan had hooked up with her, and Film was one jealous girlfriend. Now, she had a hazy look in her eyes, indicating she was also at least a little bit drunk, and was pulling Love by her waist. 

She wouldn’t miss this chance.

Love didn’t smile back at Milk. Instead, she just stared at her with no expression on her face, and let the blond girl pull her closer. Once their bodies were pressed together, she entangled her legs with the girls’ and started moving, dancing to the beat. With her peripheral vision, she could see Milk was frowning, before walking away. She still had a glimpse of where Milk was. But now, her attention was divided, partially taken by the girl’s body against her. Love threw her head back, needing some air, and waved her hair. The other cheerleader saw it as an opportunity to lightly caress her fingers around Love’s neck before tangling them into Love’s hair and pulling her in for a kiss. 

Love’s ears were buzzing like she could hear the blood running through her veins, and her body was hot like she had been sitting in the sun for hours. She wasn’t sure the girl could feel it, or if she was feeling the same things as Love during the kiss. Love could feel the girl’s lips on her, and her tongue sliding against her. She could feel the hands on her neck, pulling her closer. She could feel the taste of their previous drinks mixing while they kissed, and even their breaths against the other’s skins. Love could feel the excitement of kissing someone, the thrill of letting her body desires win and just feel instead of thinking and rationalizing. 

But it was so damn empty. And even kind of boring? 

Love knew she was burning. She knew her body was aching for contact, her mouth needing the pressure of someone else’s lips against her. She was so filled with desire she could only think about how good giving in to her body’s pleasure was.

But this girl, as pretty and good at kissing she was, wasn’t doing it. And love knew no other girl from that party could actually do it for her.

Just one.

So she pulled away from the blond girl, excusing herself, and started scamming the room again, on a much more decided quest now.

Being taller than most people there, it wasn’t hard to find Milk again. There she was, long shorts, her abs showing, her top tight around her breasts, her silky hair falling perfectly around her shoulders. Love breathed in, now aware of how drunk she was. Her vision was, like earlier that day, only able to focus on Milk now. Love could almost see a spotlight enlightening her in the middle of the crowd. 

She couldn’t take it anymore. 

Love crossed the place with a determined look in her eyes. Milk was talking, in the middle of a group of friends, but didn’t fight back when Love's hand took her and pulled her away towards the only place that didn’t seem crowded. In fact, she even had the impression Milk was grinning behind her. 

When they reached a point in the corridor that was empty, Love pushed Milk against the wall, crashing her lips against the girl. She attacked her with an open mouth, her hands reaching behind Milk’s head, tangled into her hair and pulling her head lower so she could kiss her. Love's lips and tongue were still a little numb from the alcohol, but it only made the feeling of kissing Milk more surreal. 

Just like last time, kissing Milk felt like the best thing in the world. It felt like she was born to do that, to be glued against Milk's body. But this time, after seeing Milk with another girl, Love had gained an aggressivity she didn’t have before. She was hungry against Milk's lips, kissing the upper and lower one separately, taking her time to bite and stretch the lower lip. She explored Milk's mouth like her life depended on it- and at that exact moment, she felt like it did. She could feel the taste of the drinks Milk was having all night mixing with their breaths and shivered every time their tongues slid against each other. Milk's hands were around her back, pulling her close so tightly that Love even though it might leave some bruises after. But that didn't matter at that moment, all that mattered was Milk's taste, making her even more drunk than all the shots she'd taken.

After kissing almost violently for god knows how long, they drifted a few centimeters apart to catch their breaths, foreheads still touching. Love could feel Milk’s breath just as unstable as hers, their faces probably smudged from pressing and rubbing against each other. But she couldn’t care less. All she cared about right now was that Milk’s heart was beating as fast as hers, and Milk’s hands were holding her so close their bodies had to move together to breathe. 

“I wasn't going home without this today.” Love whispered, her voice sharp and filled with desire. She opened her eyes just a little bit, enough to see the mischievous grin that took over Milk's face.

And in half a second, she was feeling that grin right against her face, as Milk pulled her in again, eager for more.

There was no table around for Milk to lift Love into, so she turned them around, slamming Love against the wall, never once breaking their kiss. Love felt her back hurt a little from the sudden impact, but it was by far not the most important sensation she was feeling at this point. It was like they were fighting, kissing and biting each other to take everything they could from the other one. Milk's hands slid under Love’s tights, lifting the smaller girl, before resting a leg on the wall. She sat Love on her to make her higher, easing her way to the girl's mouth. They separated slightly, their breath still mingling in the middle, as Love gasped, surprised with the contact.

This time, there was no hiding how Milk could control her body. The small skirt Love decided to wear today left no barrier between her now damp underwear and the taller girl's skin. Shaking her head, Love giggled, so close to Milk that their lips brushed together by that movement. 

Milk lost no time, grabbing Love's lips again against hers. If Love was kissing Milk with anger and desire, Milk was now kissing her like she was the last drop of water on Earth. She licked Love's lips before biting them, and invaded her mouth, entangling their tongues once again. They pushed against each other, fighting, Love's hand still on Milk's hair, pulling her back slightly just so Milk would press against her harder. Even though she desperately wanted to kiss the girl for hours, she also wanted to see Milk desire her, chase her, beg for her. Feeling the way her head uncontrollably searched for her lips each time she pulled away made Love even more into it. 

Love felt Milk's mouth moving from her lips to kiss her cheek, and then finally reaching her neck. Now she used the grip on the taller girl's hair to pull her closer, making sure she wouldn't go away leaving her there. Milk was biting and sucking all over her neck, making lines up and down. She knew it would leave marks, but the idea of having evidence that Milk wanted her that much was louder than the worry about looking bruised. All Love could do now was lean her head back against the wall, surrendering. She couldn't even stop her hips from moving anymore. As Milk kissed and marked her neck, she felt herself arching her back, rocking against Milk's leg. 

Milk definitely noticed that, probably feeling her tight get wet and stick from Love's movements. She traced a path from her neck to her ear, letting her warm and erratic breath linger over it. 

“You're wicked.” she whispered, biting Love's earlobe. The smaller girl also had to bite her mouth to prevent her from moaning in the middle of the club. Kissing her like that, with her hands under her tights to steady her, Love was sure she'd let Milk take all of her right there if she tried to. 

Love just nodded and pulled Milk's face back to her lips. She didn’t dare to disagree. She left one of her hands tangled into the slick black hair, and slid the other one into the girl's top, also using it to pull her closer. As she kissed Milk, still moving her hips, she slid her small hand to trace over the girl's collarbones and shoulders, enjoying every little skin contact she could have. She felt Milk's heart beating faster, and finally stopped her hand on the pale neck, covering it as much as she could. Even though she was sitting on Milk's leg, panting and wet, she wouldn't let the girl have full control of this. She was the one making a statement, after all. So Milk's head was in complete control of Love, who held her through her neck and hair. 

She could feel Milk swallowing hard, the movement passing through her palm. She sucked Milk’s tongue before using her hand to make the girl look up, opening up space so she could kiss the pale neck. Love knew any type of pressure would mark the girl’s skin, so she took her time just breathing over her, delicately brushing her lips while her hand kept choking her. She could feel Milk’s reaction all over her body. Milk’s leg lifted higher, pressing harder against Love’s core, her hands scraped the side of her tights, one of them moving to her ass, and her chest moved alternating between holding her breath and taking deep breaths to control herself. 

Love finally let Milk’s neck go, starting to move her hand lower, ready to feel her up on top of that ridiculously small top. But in that exact moment, when they were entangled like never before, the club’s lights started to light up and the music stopped. Love opened her eyes, alarmed. 

“Oh fuck.” Milk complained, clearly annoyed. She dropped her leg and let Love back to the floor, still towering over her. 

Even if they weren’t kissing- or doing whatever they were doing just a few seconds ago- they didn’t seem able to separate completely. Love rested her forehead on Milk’s chest, closing her eyes again. She could feel Milk’s heart was still beating like crazy, the same as hers. She was glad the girl was still there, trapping her against the wall, since she wasn’t even sure she could-

“Can you even walk now, Lovergirl?” Milk teased her, that devilish grin on her face. How the fuck could she even listen to Love’s thoughts now? 

Love usually responded to the teasing on the same note, but right now she couldn’t even do that. She just chuckled and rested her hands on Milk’s shoulders, looking up. Being this close, it was difficult not to kiss her face again. Love took some time breathing while staring into those black eyes, the pupils completely dilated from desire. 

“I have to.” Was all she could say, feeling a little embarrassed now. She could still feel her underwear damp, and she was sure Milk’s tights needed a little cleaning. Now, she looked to the side, back at the main dance floor, and saw that everybody was gathering around the cake, probably singing happy birthday to Kapook. This was the main event of the evening after all- at least for most of the people there. “I think we have to go there.”

“We don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.” Milk’s tone couldn’t be described as anything but sexy . Love looked up at the girl, rolling her eyes. Of course she’d rather stay with her there, even going somewhere else, more private, with her, but there wasn’t much of a choice now. Even if Milk looked beautiful when flustered and with smudged lipstick. Even if Love wanted to jump on her lap again. 

“Come on.” She pushed Milk’s shoulder, still not wanting to let go. “It’s our friend’s birthday. We have to go.” 

Milk just nodded and leaned in to give Love one more kiss. It was fast, but she still managed to take the short girl’s breath away for a moment. Their lips now molded together so easily, and Milk’s lips felt more soft than ever. Love just kissed her back, enjoying it. 

When Milk pulled away, Love nodded and pulled her by the hand towards the large group.

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Everything was a mess. It was already dark, hours past the time they should’ve left. The university main room wasn’t made to support this many people, let alone people carrying baggage and all the sports equipment the teams had to take with them. 

And Love was stressed. But also excited. She loved the olympics, and she was sure the cheerleading team would do great this year. She wanted them to win the Grand Champion this year, and she trusted her girls. Also, the whole proposition of spending almost a whole week just watching sports, cheering and going to parties was the most fun she could think of. This was Love’s third year going to the university olympics, but it never got boring. Actually, she waited the whole year round for this.

But right now, before leaving, she was very stressed. The bus was late, people were wandering around instead of staying where they should, and she was not only responsible for the cheer props, but also had to make sure everyone from her bus would be inside that bus, with the equipment and baggage. That was when that damn bus arrived. Which seemed a difficult task. On top of that, her bus was the athletes’ bus, so if something went wrong they’d be fucked for the competitions. 

So now, she was roaming around like a little ball of stress, trying to keep an eye on everyone while also making sure no funny guy would try to mess with the cheer props. People often thought they were just to joke around and look pretty, but in this kind of competition they could lose points if the props weren’t exactly like the rules said they should be. 

Love was trying to climb onto one of the many suitcases scattered around the floor, when she heard a soft voice behind her. 

“Does somebody need to get a little taller?” 

Love didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. This voice has been following her and running through her mind for some time now. And just hearing it made her calm down a little, the stress being secondary to the feelings running through her body and heart now. 

“I have to admit it would be useful right now.” She grinned, stepping down and turning to Milk. She couldn’t help but chuckle once she stared up and down. The girl was dressed in black and blue from head to toes. Love knew she looked kind of the same, wearing socks, shorts and a tshirt from their team. But Milk also had a hat and a hoodie on, not mentioning the windbreaker tied at her waist. She was adorable. “You’re in spirit!” 

“I have to!” Milk swayed from one side to the other, showing off her look. “These are the days I can wear all my university team’s clothes. That’s like all I have on my suitcase.” 

Love grinned at her, happy to find something to take her mind off everything that was eating her alive. Milk had this happiness vibe around her, and just being near her made Love breath better and feel… well, happy. Light. Shiny. 

That was, when she wasn’t feeling hot or jealous. Which was happening a lot in the last days. But right now, she was just happy to have Milk’s attention and companion.

She must’ve been staring for a while, because Milk giggled and waved her hand in front of Love, pulling her from her own thoughts.

“Love? Are you there?” 

“Oh sorry…” Love looked down, recomposing herself. “I just have a lot on my mind tonight…” 

The amount of work she actually had today was a great excuse for acting like she had nothing on her head. Actually, her head was full of Milk. Milk’s face, Milk’s eyes, Milk’s smile, Milk’s kiss, Milk’s hands, Milk’s scent… 

She was getting lost again. And this was not the time for it.

“Can you… Can you help me?” Love knew Milk had nothing to do with her own responsibilities, but by now she felt like she needed a little back up, and Milk was so good at calming her down without even trying.

“Sure thing. What do you need?”

It was so easy. She didn’t even need time to think. Milk was just there for her…

“Well, I kind of have to be able to see everyone. And everyone needs to see me too… which you know it’s a little difficult being-”

“The size of a gremlin.” Milk said it in no time, like she didn’t even think about it. Love laughed, amazed at how fast that brain could think of funny comebacks. This time Milk seemed to be surprised as well, laughing with Love. “I’m so sorry, that just slipped out.”

“Oh don’t be. It’s great to laugh after such a stressful day.” Love’s eyes were a little watery from laughing as she gazed into Milk’s. Both of them just gazed at each other for a few seconds, before Milk broke it.

“I think I’m a good person to help you with that.” She rested her hands on Love’s shoulder, reassuring her. “Come closer.” 

Love didn’t quite understand the taller girl’s idea, but stepped closer, losing the space between them. It was always an experience to be this close to Milk. Her body reacted instantly, getting heated and racing up her heart. It just got worse when Milk slid her arms around Love, as if she was going for a hug. The small girl stood there, fully aware of all the room bursting with people that knew them and saw them everyday. It got worse when one of Milk’s hand reached under her ass. For a split second Love freaked out, having no idea what would happen next. 

And what happened was even crazier than what she imagined in that quick moment.

Milk just used her arm. Her one arm. To lift Love up, like she weighed nothing. And then, she threw Love back, sitting her comfortably on Milk’s shoulders. 

Love held tight to Milk’s head, trying hard not to think of how the girl’s head was between her legs. Love had thought about this a few times by now, but not exactly like this. Still, she liked this. Namtan was usually the one to hold her on her shoulders, but it felt different with Milk. Any kind of contact with her made Love happy.

And she had to be true. Feeling Milk lift her up like that was hot as hell.

“Do you have a better view there?” Milk’s voice was filled with humour. She knew damn well what she was doing. But it was indeed useful.

“Yes! This is perfect.” Love started tapping on Milk’s head, excited for doing things with her. “I like to be up here.”

“Oh I know you like to be on top.”

“Hey!” Now she tapped the black hair a little stronger, completely embarrassed from that commentary. It wasn’t a lie, but she didn’t need that being said for the dozens of people in that room. And she didn’t even understand how Milk knew that. “I’m working here okay, have some respect!” She tried to scold Milk, but her tone was obviously funny. 

“I’m sorry, miss director. I’ll behave better.” Milk paid continence before resting her hands back in Love’s legs, holding her in place. She was such a goofball sometimes, Love couldn’t stand it. “What do you need me to do?”

“Can you pass me the megaphone there?” Love was tall, but now she needed to be loud.

“Ohh this is gonna be really some cheerleader duty!” Milk was clearly having fun with the idea as she squatted to grab the prop. Love couldn’t help but think that her legs were also very strong to pull off squatting with Love sitting on top of her without even flinching. She handed the thing to Love before standing back up. “What now?” 

“Now just stand there. I’ll try.” Love scammed the room, hoping people would actually listen to her. If they didn’t, it’d be not only their problem, but also hers. She threw her hair back, before saying into the megaphone. “Hey!! I need everyone’s attention please!!”

She could see maybe ten people who actually looked at her. 

“Uh, I don’t think that worked Love.” Milk looked up. It was nice being the one looking down for once. Milk looked cute from there. Was that how she always saw Love?

“Wait. I know what to do.” Love didn’t actually want to do this, because she hated how the sounds would sting into her ears for long minutes after she heard them, but it was an emergency. Everyone there just wanted to get on the bus and travel already. “Cover your ears.” Love warned Milk, who didn’t understand but obeyed anyway. 

Then, Love turned on the siren mode on the speaker. Unfortunately, she couldn’t cover her own ears, so she flinched at the sound, feeling temporarily deaf. At least, it did the job. Everyone was looking at her now. She turned the megaphone to speaking mode.

“Please, I need all athletes to get their baggage and head outside. Only athletes now! People who are going just to cheer and party are going on the second bus.” People started moving, but from up there Love could see some of the athletes didn’t care about the warning. “Athletes who lose the bus will be left behind! So if you don’t want to lose the olympics, get moving!” That was a lie, but they didn’t know that. And the threat was enough to get all the athletes moving. 

“Wow I guess I have to get my stuff…” Milk mumbled under Love. She looked up with her eyebrows raised. “The girl in charge sounds scary, I don’t want to disobey her.”

Love chuckled and flicked Milk’s forehead.

“Okay okay, for real now. Do you need anything else or can I get you down?” 

Love didn’t miss the chance now.

“Oh why, don’t you want me on top anymore?” 

Milk blushed, but didn’t let it get to her. She just slapped Love’s leg. “You told me to behave! So do the same!” 

Love grinned, nodding. She clenched her hands at Milk, signing to her to pull her down. The taller girl grabbed Love’s waist behind her head and threw her up, allowing her to jump to the floor.

“You’d be a good cheerleader, do you know that?” Love was genuinely impressed by how good Milk was in lifting her up and letting her on the floor again. Most bases couldn’t do anything right during the first practices. 

“Don’t come at me again with that talk.” Milk shook her head. She was so against trying cheerleading. “I guess I better get my things, right chief?” 

Love giggled, unsure if she had stopped smiling and laughing since Milk appeared there. She was always having fun with that girl. 

“No need. You’re with me, so I won’t let you get left behind.” She winked at Milk, reassuring her. “If it’s okay with you, you can sit with me on the bus… but we’d have to be the last ones to board.” Now Love was talking fast, getting flustered from being so direct. “It’s okay if you don’t want it…”

Milk’s smile was adorable now. She pet Love’s head, leaning down. 

“It doesn’t at all. I was hoping I could sit with you.” 

Love was now blushing, feeling adorable and adored. She nodded, savouring the feeling of Milk’s gaze and her crush being sweet with her. 

“Okay… can you wait here a bit? I’ll just…” she pointed at the group of students moving towards the door “make sure that goes well… and I’ll come back to you.”

Milk’s hand was still on top of Love’s head when she nodded, a cute smile on her face. Love definitely didn’t want to go. It took her all her self control to take a deep breath, shoot one last grin at Milk, and walk away.

—

“I’m so tired…” 

It was almost midnight and Love had just finished checking everyone’s name and making sure all the sports equipment was boarded. A few other team directors were also on the bus helping her, but Love was too much of a perfectionist to trust them, especially with the cheerleading props and equipment. So she had walked around, carried weight, screamed at people and checked everything many times before she told the bus driver they were good to go. Now, she was finally sitting down next to Milk.

“You can rest for a few hours now!” Milk was so calm, a soft smile on her lips. Love smiled back and sunk into the bus seat, happy they managed to get a proper travel bus. Milk was right, they had about three hours of driving before getting to the university where the olympics would take place. Then, she’d finally be able to sleep. 

“Thank you for waiting for me.” Love laid on her side, looking at Milk. 

The girl seemed to ignore what Love said, choosing a different topic. 

“You’re so small you can even lay down on this bus. How can that be?” Love widened her eyes, surprised with Milk changing the subject so harshly. “I can’t even spread my legs…” 

Her frown was supposed to show she was annoyed, but Love just thought it was adorable. Most things Milk did were adorable. A lot of them were also funny. And some of them were hot as hell.

Love wasn’t sure what had changed inside her during the last days. The last time she saw Milk properly was during Kapook’s party, and that was a mess. They didn’t even talk, didn’t spend the party together, just met when they were almost losing their decency making out in the corner. After that, they shared an uber ride home, with Film and Earn also inside the car, and that was the end of the night. During the week, Love had plenty of work with the logistics for the university olympics. 

They had so many people travelling this year. For what Love had been told, it was their biggest year since they founded their team. That was amazing, because cheering for sports was cool, but cheering with a huge crowd was more fun- and easier. Also, that meant they had full teams for every sport. The first time Love went to the olympics, she had to join some sports she didn’t even know the rules to, because there was a shortage of athletes. Now, they even had to choose who would be on the bench for each one! But more people meant more work. The college team’s administration had meetings all week long, trying to find a building in the university campus where they were going to stay where everyone could fit. And then, organizing people so the teams would be at least on the same floor, separating athletes from people who were going only to party, checking if everyone had paid everything, delivering the uniforms and team’s merch… It was a lot. But Love was happy now, she liked doing that whole thing. They were already inside the bus and from now on she just had to chill, party and bring the gold medal home.

But in the middle of all of that, she spent the whole week texting Milk. It wasn’t a lot, and it wasn’t deep stuff. They were just sharing small, silly things. It started when Love sent Milk some of the photos from the football games so far. Since Milk was at all of them, and scoring at the most, there were many pictures of her. Love couldn’t actually show them to anyone before the official release, but she chose a couple of favorite ones and sent them to Milk to gain her attention. It worked, and after that they didn’t stop texting each other. Both of them were excited to travel, so they talked about it. Love complaint about the ongoing and never ending meetings. Milk sent her a photo during the last football practice, a selfie with Namtan. They joked about the really bad editing on a post the team made during that week. 

Small stuff. But it made Love’s heart light. And it apparently made her more comfortable with Milk now, laying on the bus.

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” Milk asked, a little shy. Not only was Love more comfortable with her, but she was also so tired she wasn’t even able to be hyper aware of each of her actions like usual. So tonight she was apparently the cool and smooth one, next to a shy version of Milk. 

“Not really.” She knew Milk was talking about the cheer competition, the first thing on the whole olympics. “We’ve trained so hard, and we’ve hit zero many full outs now. I trust my team.”

“I didn’t understand half of the words you said, but I’m glad you trust the girls.”  

Love giggled. It seemed like everything Milk said was funny to her. That girl just made her so happy without even trying hard. By now, the driver had turned down the lights so people could sleep during the ride, so Love tuned down her tone. Since she and Milk were close, they would still listen to each other without bothering people.

“It’s just… we did everything we need to do in the competition. We managed to get it perfectly right many times. That’s kind of everything we can do, you know?”

Milk nodded, trying to understand this dynamic. Like on the day they spent together, she seemed genuinely interested in what Love was saying. Being funny was definitely Milk’s more clear charm- apart from her abs-, but the way she was caring and attentive was also so endearing. Having so much attention from someone so beautiful made Love feel warm inside, like Milk had a way of hugging her without even touching her body.

“It’s different from other sports, right? You don’t have to directly compete with other teams… On the court, I mean.” She looked down, a little embarrassed. “I know it’s a hard competition, even if you’re not sharing the court at the same time.”

“Yes, it’s even kind of deadly…” Love chuckled, thinking about the competitiveness between teams. “But I feel cheerleading is like a huge family. We never know exactly what the other teams will present, so we have to build a routine we think is good, train and rehearse it a lot, and then just give the best we have on the cheer floor.”

“It’s a nice way to think of sports… nobody coming to kick your leg or push you away.” 

Love bit her lip, trying not to make any noise. 

“Please, I can’t laugh here!” She pushed Milk’s shoulder, who was also trying to hold back. Love buried her face on Milk’s shoulder for a moment, letting a few chuckles escape. Just doing that, she was inebriated by Milk’s perfume, the best smell in the world right now. Love rested back in her own seat, shaking her head.

“Actually, cheerleaders are really competitive. Just because we can’t hit each other during the competition doesn’t mean we’re not aggressive.”

“Ohh, saucy gossip!” Milk’s tone was fun as she rubbed her hands. “How does that happen?”

“Well, have you seen the movies? It’s kind of like that, even if that’s serving the stereotype.”

“So you dress in hot uniformes, stare at each other and bicker calling each other bitches?” Now Milk’s tone was surprised. She seemed to be an expert in that kind of movie.

“Okay maybe not exactly…” Love’s laugh made Milk tone down her excitement. “What, do you like the idea of hot cheerleaders calling each other bitches?”

“Who wouldn’t?” She said like it was obvious.

“You’re a pervert.” Love scrunched her nose, scolding Milk. The other girl didn’t seem to bother, just making a face back at her. “Well, we do dress hot and I have to admit I have been called a bitch before…” Milk made a forced surprised face, exaggerating on the expressions. “But it’s mostly teasing. After the competition we’re back at all being friends and wanting to support each other.” 

“I’ll keep an eye tomorrow to make sure you’re telling me the truth…” Milk side-eyes her, trying to keep her composure. It didn’t last long, and both of them finally broke into laughter.

“God, please shut up!! At least wait until you two get a room!!” 

That was Namtan’s voice coming from a few rolls behind them. The girls looked back and saw the couple with sleep masks on, Film already completely blacked out laying on Namtan’s chest. Their friend couldn’t even see Milk and Love, but she showed them the middle finger as if she knew they’d be looking at her. That just made them chuckle more, and Milk gave Namtan her tongue, even knowing the girl couldn’t see. They were indeed kind of the same breed of funny puppies. Love and Milk looked at each other, still giggling low, before sinking into their seats again.

“I guess that’s our cue to actually shut up and sleep.” Milk said, gazing at Love. A few weeks ago, Love didn’t even imagine she’d ever get that gaze from the player. But now, it was her whole world for a few seconds. She nodded, laying completely on her seat, looking up. “At least you’ll be comfortable, miss a meter and a half.”

“I’m 1,56 okay…” Love poked Milk with her elbow. “And it’s not actually comfortable to sleep on a bus even being small.”

“You can lay on me if you want to…” Milk’s voice was almost a whisper now. Love didn’t expect that, and looked at the girl, surprised. But Milk’s eyes were closed. She used that opportunity to take a more careful look, from up close. Milk’s skin was indeed so white, and the contrast with her dark black hair was amazing. Love was a bit obsessed with those black eyes, but now that they were closed all she could notice were those sweet moles decorating Milk’s face. Love couldn’t see herself, but her gaze was so lovingly that anyone watching them would immediately understand her feelings for Milk. Feelings Love herself was just now starting to fully accept and understand.

“I’ll take that.” Love rested her head on Milk’s shoulder. It was so cozy, she felt like she’d done it many and many times before, like her head was specifically made to fit there. She breathed in deeply, feeling Milk’s scent envolve her.

“Just don’t drool on me, okay…” the taller girl teased her. She really couldn’t hold herself when a joke came to mind. 

Love slightly punched her side, protesting. She left her hand there, next to Milk’s waist. 

And then, Milk slid her own hand towards Love, resting it on her arm. It was just a slight touch, not even properly holding hands, but any skin contact with Milk made Love happy. When Milk started brushing her thumb on Love’s skin, she felt her whole body tingle, both excited and relaxed at the same time. 

Like that, feeling Milk caressing her and her body moving up and down from breathing, Love finally fell asleep.

—-

Love was making her bed, her cheerleading uniform already hanging on a special place outside the wardrobe. Her makeup and everything she’d need to get ready tomorrow morning- which was actually in just about five hours- was set on the small table she had in her bedroom. The rest of her stuff was still inside her suitcase, trapped inside the wardrobe. 

This year, they managed to find a uni building with single bedrooms for everyone. It wasn’t like anybody was actually looking after them, so they could easily change rooms and sleep wherever they wanted. Namtan and Film didn’t even bother checking their own rooms, for instance, directing themselves to Film’s bedroom to crash and sleep together. Love wasn’t even sure how they’d fit in the single bed, since both of them were kind of tall. But that wasn’t her problem. Other people liked to have their single bedrooms because they’d be able to bring anyone back after the parties, or even during the day. University olympics were some wild times. 

But the administration actually thought the athletes might enjoy having their own place to sleep before and between competitions. Love certainly liked that idea, since she had to wake up hours before her competition to get ready and pretty for the perfect cheer face. She was the main flyer, after all. She had to present amazing at the cheer floor tomorrow morning.

loverruckk can we tag a bit on your room?

Love was surprised by the text, she thought Film and Namtan would be dead asleep by now. Anyway, she agreed, and kept on making herself comfortable in her room.

Just a couple minutes later, she heard a knock on her door.

“Wow, that was fast.”

But it wasn't her friends. She opened the door to find Milk, wearing a clearly old team tshirt and pajama pants. She was holding a neatly folded jersey in her hands.

“Well it doesn’t take much to travel from next door…” Milk answered, thinking Love’s comment was directed at her.

“Oh Milk! I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else…” 

“Were you expecting someone at 3 am in your bedroom?” Was it jealousy Love was hearing in Milk’s question? She wasn’t sure, but she decided to believe it was.

“Film just texted me asking if she could pass here…” Love liked the idea of Milk being jealous, but didn’t want her to think she would have someone else sleeping with her. “I thought you were her, but it’d be too quick for her to get here already.”

Milk’s body clearly relaxed from that answer. 

“Well, it’s not difficult to walk from the next room… Speaking of that, weren’t you one of the people responsible for assigning the rooms?” Her eyes narrowed, questioning.

“I was…” Love looked away, blushing a little.

“And by coincidence I was placed right next door to you?” She leaned down, staring at the smaller girl’s face.

“Maybe… or maybe someone decided it would be best if you were next to me!” Love gave her a shameless smile. She did intentionally put Milk on the room next door. Love knew that if Milk brought someone over during the night it would kill her to hear them, but the idea of being next to Milk and able to see her or “accidentally” bump into her during the day seemed too genius. 

“You’re using your work in your favor, Lovergirl.” Milk stood back up, crossing her arms. She was right, and Love couldn’t do anything but giggle and bite her lip.

“Anyway…” She opened the door wider and stepped to the side so Milk could get inside. The taller girl closed the door behind her. Now Love was painfully aware of how small that room was, how the window was closed, leaving no air to circulate… and how casually Milk had managed to get into her room. The girl was smooth. “You were here for…?”

“Oh, yes!” Milk shook her head, as if she had already forgotten what she was doing there. She handed Love the jersey she was holding. “I forgot to give this back to you a while ago, but I thought you might need it to cheer or to go to the parties.” 

“Ah, thank you!” Love smiled and took the shirt, laying it next to her makeup. She had to admit it was a bit disappointing having to wear her own jersey. When she started going after Milk, she thought by now she’d be using Milk’s jersey. But still, she was happy the girl was considering enough to give her the jersey before the actual competition started. And maybe that was just an excuse to come over to Love’s bedroom…

“So, at what time are you waking up to get ready?” Milk was kind of making herself comfortable, sitting at the bed. 

Love leaned against the table, facing her. “I think about 7 am? Or maybe six… I guess six is more secure.” 

“Wow.” Milk sighed, tired from just hearing about that. “Does it take long to get into cheerleader mode?”

Love chuckled, one more time finding Milk adorable. 

“Babe, I never leave cheerleader mode. But it does take long to get ready. We have a specific type of makeup to do, and my hair has to be on a perfect ponytail. So it takes a while.”

“Pretty hurts, right? And it takes long, it seems.” 

Again, an adorable grin. Love could only chuckle, gazing into Milk’s eyes.

They were interrupted by another knock on the door.

“Not it must be Film…” Love’s tone was almost disappointed as she stood up. Milk nodded, standing up as well. 

“Okay… I guess I’d better go to sleep anyway… and set my alarm to 6 am.” 

“Oh you don’t have to wake up so early! The competition is just at 9am. If it doesn’t run late…” It usually did.

Milk placed her hands on Love’s shoulders, smiling fondly at her. 

“I know, but I want to be awake while you’re getting ready. Maybe you’ll need help to reach something or with anything else.” 

Love could explode right now. She was blushing but didn’t even care, she just grinned at Milk, genuinely happy.

The taller girl walked herself to the door, waving at Love.

“Hey girl-” Film’s eyes went wider than Love had ever seen before. Namtan was behind her not even trying to hide her shocked face. “Oh hi Milk!” 

Milk was now blushing hard, and excused herself passing through the couple. 

They entered the room, slamming the door behind them.

“Dude, nice. Not even the first night and you already had her in your room?” Namtan sounded like a straight guy sometimes.

“That’s not what you think. She just came back to give me my jersey.” Love pointed at the shirt laying on the table and sat down on her bed. Film and Namtan followed her.

“Oh yeah it was very necessary to do this now.” Film’s sarcasm was so strong Love could feel it physically. “And did I notice her bedroom is right next to yours?”

Love rolled her eyes, embarrassed. When she chose the rooms, she didn’t think other people would also notice that.

“Why are you two here? I thought you would be cuddling and sleeping by now.”

“Hey you’ll hurt me speaking like that!” Namtan protested. “Actually I was the one who wanted to come here to ask you about you two being all lovey dovey on the bus ride… but I guess you don’t even have to say anything after what we just saw!” She puckered her lips, making kissy sounds at Love. 

All of them giggled, too tired to even think anymore. Any stupid joke Namtan tried to crack would make them laugh by now.

“We were just talking…” Love sighed loudly, dropping down at the bed, looking at the ceiling. “But really, I think there’s no more escape for me. I’m really into her now.” 

“Oh baby, we've known that for a while.” Film was gentle, caressing Love’s smooth hair. “It just took you a little longer to see that.”

“Oh I feel stupid.” Love covered her face with her hands, rocking to the sides. She heard the girls giggle shyly and tossed a pillow at them.

“It’s okay to be in love Lovergirl… It even suits you!! Ha!” Nmatan smiled broadly, like she had just discovered the gravity.

“Babe I think you might be too tired, let’s get going…” Film laughed at her goofy girlfriend. “And you Loverruckk, don’t shy away… I’m sure that if you lay your guard down to Milk it’ll be nice.”

“And I really think she likes you too, you know.” Namtan completed, standing up.

“What?” Love stood up as well. Namtan was Milk’s friend too, not as close as the two of them, but friends. She wouldn’t say that without a reason.

“Well, she asks about you almost everyday…” Namtan said it casually, opening the door for her girlfriend. Then she winked, looking at Love one last time before leaving. “Sleep on that Love. Good night!”

Love fell back on the bed, grinning. She would surely sleep thinking about that. And if Milk popped up on her dreams- as she sometimes did- it would be a great night. 

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Love was just closing her cheerleading top when she heard a knock on the door. She checked the time on her phone, afraid she was late. But it was only 6:10. She frowned, a little confused. She was sure she would be one of the first girls from the team to be up…

When Love opened the door, a clearly sleepy Milk was standing outside, wearing the same pajamas she saw last night- which was actually just a few hours ago.

“Morning…” Milk said, or maybe yawned. Love couldn't be sure.

“Hey, good morning! At least for the half of you that's up.” The cheerleader looked her up and down, noticing how Milk was more sleeping than sleepy. Different from her, Love was fully awake, adrenaline already running through her veins. 

“Yeah, I never realised getting just four hours of sleep was so little… I feel like I’ll fall asleep standing up at any point.” Another yawn. Even her face looked creased.

Love thought it was cute, but she was also a little worried about the girl.

“But why did you wake up so early? I told you the competition is only at 9 am.” 

“I know…” Milk closed for eyes and for a second Love thought she’d actually sleep there. But then she opened her eyes again, a decided look on her face. “I’m okay, I’m not gonna sleep now.” Milk shook her head and nodded, saying that probably more for herself than anybody else. “I told you I’d wake up at the same time as you.” 

She was being so caring and cute that Love could barely hold it together anymore. She scrunched her nose and grabbed Milk’s hand, pulling her inside. The adrenaline of competition day was making her bolder, not even noticing the contact that would usually make her blush and get flustered. 

“Okay so come here. I have something for you.” Closing the door, she reached into her wardrobe and gave Milk one of her chocolate milk little boxes. “You like chocolate, right?”

“Woah!! Nice!” Now the girl was up, excited about the little carton. “I only have like a pack of chips with me… did you seriously bring breakfast?”

Love grinned pridefully and opened the wardrobe door to show her. She had granola bars, more chocolate milk cartons, dried fruits and some candy. Well, the candy wasn’t for breakfast. 

“I’m an athlete, you know? I need my nutrients.” 

“Maybe I should be more like you…” Milk wondered. She looked like a little kid, sitting at Love’s bed with her pajamas and the little straw hanging on her lips.

“You can eat here.” She opened the door again. “I’ll make a round making sure all of the girls are up.” 

Milk jumped up on the cue, following Love. “Oh no, no, I’ll go with you.” She brought her breakfast with her. “I woke up for this, if you let me alone with a bed I’ll go to sleep again.”

Love chuckled, guiding Milk down the hall. The taller girl was following her like a bodyguard. But she certainly wouldn’t make anyone scared or pressured wearing those cute clothes. At least Love thought they were cute.

“Okay, I’ll just knock on their doors to make sure nobody’s late, then I have to go back and get ready myself.” 

“You’re the cheer captain here, I’m just following.” Milk paid continence with her free hand.

Love liked the idea of her obeying her orders.

They walked down the hall side by side, Milk still sucking on the straw. 

“Why are you only wearing half of the uniform?” Milk’s eyes ran up and Love’s body. That would usually make her blush, but the cheerleading uniform made her feel like the hottest girl alive, so right now she was the most confident ever.

“Well, this part is the one that usually messes up my hair and make up, and after that I’ll put on the sleeves and the skirt.” 

“The sleeves are separated?” Milk was shocked.

“Yes, the sleeves are separated.”

“Dude, cheerleading is crazy…”

Love rolled her eyes and finally stopped in front of a door. She knocked and waited for a moment. Without any responde, she knocked harder.

“Wake up!! We need to be ready in an hour!!!” 

Still, nothing. 

“Whose bedroom is this again?” Milk asked, glueing her ear to the door to check if she could hear anything. From her face, Love could tell there was no noise there. 

“It’s Earn’s. Do you think she’s still asleep?” Now, Love was starting to get angry. If Earn was still asleep and didn’t even listen to her knocking, she could get the whole team late. And Love was not having it.

“Uh… Do you know where Ciize’s room is?” Milk asked with a suggestive tone.

“Oh no.” Love looked at her, startled. 

Milk bit her lip, clearly trying to keep her face from twitching. Love couldn’t do the same, hiding her own onto her hands, before walking to the other side of the hall.

“Earn, are you up?” She asked without even knocking. 

Obviously, Earn opened the door. Love didn’t believe she hadn’t thought about that herself. Of course Earn would be sleeping with Ciize. They used to do that every week back at home, why wouldn’t they do this now that they were sleeping in the same building?

Earn poked her head through the small crack of the door she had opened, and she already had eyeliner on and was holding a blue eyeshadow palette. At least she was getting ready. 

“Shh don’t speak too loud, they’re still sleeping.” Earn sushed Love’s and Milk’s giggles, waving a hand at them. It didn’t work much on Milk, who blurted out.

“HA! WHO is sleeping?” The tall girl peaked through the door, and Earn gave up, opening the door fully. 

There, on what was supposed to be a single’s bed, Ciize laid with half of her body on top of Kapook, the other side of her grabbing the sheets. Probably where Earn’s body was laying some time ago. Thankfully, they were covered by the duvet, because Love wasn’t even sure both of them were dressed.

“Girl, I hope you didn’t spend all of your energy last night… we’ll need it today.” Love managed to spill out in the midst of her laughter.

“Go to heel Love.” Earn showed Love her tongue, closing the door. “I’ll be ready on time.” 

With the door closed, Milk and Love looked at each other, now unable to contain anything more. They laughed, Milk leaning into Love to keep herself standing up, and Love burying her face in Milk’s shoulder. Maybe now they didn’t even have to knock around to wake up everybody, since they were being kind of noisy.

“Okay.. Who’s next? I’m already happy I joined you.” Milk asked, still chuckling a little.

“I guess Film and Namtan?” Love shrugged. “At least seeing the two of them laying together won’t be so traumatizing…” 

“Speak for yourself.” Milk bumped into Love, throwing her empty box out. “What I just saw wasn’t traumatizing, it was hilarious.” 

“You’re stupid.” Love poked Milk, but couldn’t help but giggle with her. 

They reached Film’s door and Love knocked. Without bothering to open the door, the girl answered.

“I’m up and doing my eyeliner!” Love could hear on Film’s voice that she was concentrating. Love started to wonder if she was actually the late one, since everyone was already doing their eye makeup and she was here walking around the building. 

“Good morning Milk!” They heard Namtan screaming from inside.

Milk looked at Love, curious. She tried to whisper. “How does she know I’m here?”

“Because I’m not stupid!” Namtan opened the door harshly, revealing her cheer uniform half closed and Film sitting at the desk like a princess applying makeup on herself. Their contrast right now was hilarious. “Can you help me put this devil thing on?” She pleaded at Love.

“The sleeves are separated!” Milk said, grinning proudly at Love. She wanted to show the cheer captain she was at least learning something about cheerleading. 

“How the fuck do you know that?” Namtan frowned at her friend. She wasn’t very good humored before eating, even less at 6 am. “Love, please!!”

Namtan was always so cool and easygoing, but now she looked like an animal in distress. Which was funny, because her uniform was just right, she only had to pull the sleeves in place.

“I feel like a mirrorball with this…” Namtan said to Milk while Love was helping her put everything in place without letting any crystals fall. Their uniforms were the prettiest in the whole olympics. Love knew she’d think so even if it wasn’t true, but most people- even the girls from other cheer teams- agreed on that. Their uniform was famous. It was black with dark blue- obviously, the colors of their team-, which only easened the work of the crystals to shine and make a statement. They shined brighter than any other team, and they looked amazing in photos and videos. 

“You’re the prettiest mirrorball ever babe.” Film charmed, still not looking at them. She was fully concentrating on her makeup. 

“Shining just for you!!” Even Namtan’s bad humour wasn’t able to hold back her cheesy side. She was indeed the sweetest girl ever with Film, even though she was the greatest womanizer before falling in love. Love shared a glance with Milk, who rolled her eyes and seemed to be blushing with that demonstration of affection. Even if she wasn’t directly involved, Milk seemed to be very sensitive to this kind of stuff.

“There you are, mirrorball.” Love finished straightening the sleeves and tapped Namtan’s shoulder. “You still have to do your makeup, okay?” 

“I know… and put on that freakin bow…” She had made her point several times that she didn’t like the bow. “I’ll go bother my makeup artist.” She winked at them and slid over next to Film, resting her chin on her girlfriend’s head.

“If you disturb me while I’m getting ready I won’t do you.” Film’s voice was emotionless while she stared at herself in the mirror, making a blue eyeliner on top of the blue line.

Milk giggled again, widening her eyes.

“Love, let’s go before we witness Film doing Namtan please…” 

Namtan turned to them, sticking her tongue out and kicked the door shut. Her leg was so long she could cross the whole room from the desk to close the door. Or maybe the rooms were too small? Love just knew she for sure wouldn’t be able to do that. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the hallway, Milk still following her. At least now the girl seemed to have fully woken up.

“I think we’ll have to be quicker, because I also have to do all of that.” 

“You lead. I’ll try to follow your fast little legs.” Milk teased her. She was definitely awake now.

They passed more doors, knocking and screaming. Love was feeling relieved that they had passed all of her bases’ bedrooms by now, so at least she knew her own stunt was up. But they still needed two more stunts, and she wanted them to be the first team to warm up. Some of the girls were also already doing their makeup, some of them were having breakfast, but nobody was asleep, and nobody refused to open the door.

They were in one of the last bedrooms when Love knocked and a familiar face opened the door.

“Good morning captain!” The blond girl from Kapook’s party smiled, welcoming Love. Her smile was maybe a little too friendly. Love froze for a second, an awkward silence growing between them. The blond girl's gaze was initially focused on Love, but then she noticed Milk’s presence and stared at her, like asking what she was doing there. Milk held the girl’s gaze for a second, before looking at Love, trying to find her eyes. Love, on the other side, didn’t dare to look at Milk right now, trying to also not look at the girl. She wasn’t sure where her eyes were, letting them focus on the wall at the back of the room.

She wasn’t sure Milk was going to recognize the girl, but she didn’t even want to give her enough time to do that. So, she was just short and direct. In usual situations, she wouldn’t mind meeting with a girl she had kissed before- she did kiss a lot of girls, after all-, but she was worried that if she was friendly with the girl Milk would think she had something with her. And Milk was so endearing waking up early just to keep Love company. She didn’t want to make her feel bad, neither did she want Milk to think she was just playing around with her.

“Hey, we need to be ready for the bus by 7 am okay? See you there!” 

Love turned around and pulled Milk’s arm, leaving the girl confused, still standing by the door. Love was so flustered by the situation that her grip on Milk’s arm was more strong than it had to, and it lingered for a while longer too. She just let go of the girl’s arm when she knocked on the next door, happy there were only two more doors left. 

“Do you think this one will be awkward too?” Milk leaned down to whisper into Love’s ear. “I can just pretend I don’t know you kiss other people…” 

Love was so shocked she froze. Her chin fell and wouldn’t come up again, and she definitely could not look up or turn to Milk right now. She blinked a few times, hoping she had imagined the girl saying that. But from the complete silence coming from Milk’s mouth right now, it was probably true. Love really did not have any idea how to answer that, so she was relieved when the cheerleader opened her door, hazy faced.

“You need to get up and get ready. 7 am on the bus.” Love said, fast and robotic. She didn’t even give the girl time to answer before moving to the next- and last- room. Luckily, they saw the last girl coming from the shared bathroom, already in her uniform. So Love just nodded at her- still unable to act like a normal person- and walked over to her own room.

But it didn’t actually help her run away from the subject, because Milk was following her. She had a wicked grin on her face, like she was amused by all of that. Love, on the other hand, was burning inside, feeling more ashamed than ever before. When they got to her room, Milk lingered by the door, waiting for the smaller girl to say something. She finally gathered the guts to look at Milk, feeling like her eyes weighed a million kilos, and tried.

“Milk I…”

But the taller girl rolled her eyes and cut her off.

“You need to get ready. Where are your sleeves?” She finally entered the room and reached the hanger with the rest of the uniform. Milk handed them to Love, an easy smile on her face, like she wasn’t bothered at all. “I don’t want to get you late.”

Love sighed, really relieved Milk had dropped the subject like that. She really had to focus on cheerleading right now, and talking about that would make her more nervous than falling on the cheerfloor by now.

“Okay… thanks.” She was still a little embarrassed, but forced herself to look into Milk’s eyes. They were kind and relaxed. “I think I need you to… turn around?”

She already had the top on, so she could put on the sleeves without getting naked; but Love wasn’t ready to take off her pants and stand in front of Milk wearing just her underwear. At least not in this context.

“Don’t want me to see you in your Eagle’s panties Lovergirl?” 

Milk’s silly joke was enough to make Love finally relax. She rolled her eyes, chuckling, and used her own hands to turn Milk around. “No peeking!” 

Love was still a little confused about Milk’s presence with her. She was definitely enjoying it, since Milk’s company was always nice- and Love had to admit she liked being treated like a princess. But she didn’t know what it meant. The girl woke up about two hours early, after getting almost no sleep during the night, and she had walked up and down the hallway doing absolutely nothing, just standing next to Love. Now, she could just go to her bedroom and chill, maybe get some sleep, get ready, whatever; but she didn’t even motioned towards that. Even after the awkward meeting with the girl from the party, and after bringing up that subject- which they’d have to eventually get deeper into. Love liked Milk and Milk’s presence, but she couldn’t understand why she was receiving such treatment. 

“Okay I’m decent, you can turn around.” 

Milk turned back with her eyes still closed, one hand over them. And she made a whole show of peeking through her fingers, then opening just one eye, to finally open both eyes and look at Love.

Maybe stare would be a better word for it. Her eyes scanned Love’s body up and down, and Milk didn’t even try to hide it. Love could feel her gaze burning every centimeter of her body, like the taller girl was trying to memorize her whole. She felt shy and confident at the same time. Love knew she looked stunning with that uniform, but Milk looking at her made her stomach roll and her whole body flush. She felt like she wasn’t only pink at the cheeks, but rather had her whole body tinged with that color by now.

“Do you call that decent?” She moved closer to Love and ran her fingers on top of the sleeves’ crystals. “I’m sure this view would make some people pass out.”

“You…” Love couldn’t hold Milk’s gaze by now, looking at her own feet, grinning. Being praised by her was embarrassing, but also amazing. She was happy. “You’re a flirt.” Love pushed Milk, who fell sitting on the bed. 

“No babe, that’s you.” Milk’s tone let it clear she knew what she was talking about. Love squeezed her eyes at her and flicked her forehead. Milk didn’t even complain, she just giggled, accepting it after the teasing.

“Okay, I’ll do my makeup.” Love sat at the desk, glad she had left everything in place last night. With the corner of her eye she could see Milk was leaning against the wall, comfortable. “Don’t you want to get ready? I don’t want to make you late.” 

“If you want me to go just say it…” Okay, much of a drama queen. Milk said that without even moving, just gazing at Love with puppy eyes. And she was damn good at puppy eyes.

“Don’t be stupid, that’s not what I’m saying.” Love couldn’t look at Milk now, focusing on her eyes. She had to make sure her face would look exactly like the template the team chose a few weeks ago. “But if you want to go while I’m finishing here, it’s okay.”

“Oh no, I want to know how a little cute person turns into a hot cheerleader.” Milk grinned. Once more, Love blushed, amazed at how Milk was comfortable with flirting by now. “You’re doing the same thing as Film?”

“Yes. We need to look all the same. Uniform, hair, makeup.” 

“I think it’s going to be difficult for Namtan… she’s the only girl there over a meter and a half!” 

Love dropped her brush and slapped Milk’s knee, the only part of her she could reach sitting there. 

“Stop making me laugh, I’ll smudge everything!” She chuckled, turning back to the mirror.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’ll be serious.” 

“Once in a lifetime!” Love teased her, trying to hold her grin. She had to finish this fast.

“Hey!” Milk kicked Love’s chair, but agreed on stopping. 

A few minutes passed, Love applying her makeup and Milk watching it. Silence filled the room, but it wasn’t awkward. They were already comfortable with each other. But right now, Love wasn’t even thinking about that. She was genuinely focused on her own face.

“Today we have the cheerleading competition…” Milk’s voice broke the silence. She was probably a little bored, just watching Love paint her face. It didn’t bother her, though. Milk’s voice was nice, it made Love relax easily. “For the whole morning I guess?”

“Yes…” Love was now carefully glueing blue crystals around her eye. She couldn’t see, but Milk was frowning at that, confused about how Love could be so sharp glueing them at the right places.

“Okay… so after that lunch break, volleyball game, football… I hope we get another break, or I’ll faint… basketball and handball.” Love nodded at Milk, still not looking back. She continued. “And at the end of the day the party? What is today’s theme?”

“Rainbow!” Love turned around, makeup ready. “How do I look?” 

If Milk's comment about the uniform was insinuating, now she was looking lovingly at Love, with a smile filling her whole face.

“You look amazing!” She scooted to the edge of the bed. “Are done going into cheerleader mode?”

“Oh no!! There’s still the best part!” Love grinned.

“There’s a part better than the uniform…?” Milk seemed to really like the uniform. Love couldn’t blame her. 

“Yes! The bow!” Love turned to the mirror again, placing a dark blue bow over her perfectly tied ponytail. “This year’s is so cute, look.”

She stood up and turned her back on Milk so the girl could see it. With Milk sitting down on the bed and Love standing up, they were almost the same height. She felt Milk’s hands touching the bow lightly- thank god, because it would take long to tie her hair again if Milk messed it up.

“Aww, it had a little eagle!” Love could hear the smile on Milk’s voice, and turned around to actually see it. As always, it was stunning. She took advantage of their position to finally look into Milk’s eyes without having to tiptoe, and locked their gaze, grinning. “If being pretty gains points, I think you’re good to go.” 

Dressed like this, with a face full of makeup and glitter, Love felt more confident than ever before. So she grabbed Milk’s chin, squeezing her face, and shook her head. “You’re charming. Thank you.” 

She could see Milk was a little startled and blushing, but it only made it more fun. Love was enjoying this game of both of them flirting and getting flustered all the time. But right now, she had the upper hand. Love had a feeling Milk would do anything she wanted to while she was wearing this uniform.

“Now, if you go to your room and get ready in ten minutes I’ll manage to squeeze into the cheer squad bus.”

Milk’s face was still in Love’s hand when she nodded, and Love nodded back at her, a huge smile on her face. She let Milk go, and the girl was fast to stand up and go get ready in her room. 

— 

Right now, Love couldn’t think of anything. 

She felt hands gripping her feet and another pair of them tossing her up. With that, she had to completely focus on her body, her movements, and the eight count playing in the background. This was the true beauty of cheerleading- it took over Love’s mind and body at the same time. With other sports, she felt like there was always some space and time for her mind to wonder. But with this, paying attention to each small part of her body and how she used her strength was enough to keep her mind busy at all times. All she could think about was controlling herself, and then finally feeling the freedom of flying- or rather free falling- for a couple of seconds. During training, she was able to stay like that for hours only realising she was tired when she finally sat down at her car. Maybe all the body and mind control related to cheerleading could feel suffocating for some people, but it was what made Love be able to breathe better on a day to day basis. Even if her muscles were tense during the practice, it was the most relaxed she ever felt. Right now, it even made her forget about only sleeping for four hours last night. 

And it was just the warm up before actually competing.

They were outside the gymnasium, repeating all the stunts that should go up and be perfect in a few minutes. The other teams were around them, doing the same. A generic eight count was playing for them, since all the cheer mixes playing at the same time would be too much noise. Love looked around after her stunt put her down, finally reconnecting to the space around her. She had to step aside for now, leaving space for Film’s stunt to practice their part of the routine. Usually, she’d be focused on spotting her and being sure Film’s body didn’t touch the ground if something went wrong- not that it used to-, but now that she wasn’t stunting herself her focus was lost, and she let her eyes scam the open court trying to find the sleepy tall girl. 

She couldn’t find Milk at first because the girl’s face was hidden behind her phone. But when she saw Love looking at her through the camera, she placed the phone on her legs and waved at the girl, grinning. Love’s shoulder relaxed as she smiled back. She looked at the stunt, rock solid, and made sure there was a whole circle of spotters around them, confirming Film would be safe. Then, she walked over to the bench where Milk was sitting. She was now wearing this year’s Eagle t-shirt with the new pajama shorts. In the short time they were there, Love learnt that Milk had just as much team merch as her, maybe even more. So she had plenty of themed clothes to wear during the games. Today she chose to wear the masculine pajama shorts, which was just a looser and longer version of them. As soon as they met at the hallway after Love had sent her away to get ready, the shorter girl couldn’t help but notice how Milk looked effortlessly cool and beautiful with those oversized shirt and shorts. Now, squeezed between their backpacks and grinning at Love, she looked cuter than before.

“What are you doing with that camera?” Love squeezed her eyes, questioning Milk.

“I was filming you! That thing you were doing was so amazing.” Her eyes gave away that she was truly impressed, like a little kid at the circus. Love chuckled, moving her own backpack to the ground so she could sit next to Milk. 

“You’re cute. Maybe you should save your phone for the real competition, it’ll be  more amazing.” Sitting next to Milk now felt comfortable, she didn’t get nervous like before.

“I’ll sure do.” The girl nodded, happy to do anything Love told her to.

“Didn’t you watch the cheer competitions from the last few years?” 

“Of course I did. All of them!” Milk’s tone was so enthusiastic Love melted instantly. She loved seeing Milk interested in things she was interested in. And it was nice knowing she paid attention to cheerleading before they were… whatever they were doing now. Love even wondered…

“That means you’ve watched me wearing this uniform before?” Love teased, bumping her shoulder on Milk’s. She saw the girl shaking her head and blushing. But Milk sighed, being brave while also flustered.

“Of course I did. Who would not notice the main flyer is also the cutest one on the team?”

Now it was Love’s time to get flustered, blushing as well. She pushed Milk again, smiling at her. For a moment they just rested against each other, breathing that air that always seemed sweeter when they were sharing a space. Love was so cozy and blissful with that… but she had an obligation as athlete and as captain. So she sighed, sad to leave, and stood up. 

“Okay I have to go back. We’ll probably start in about ten minutes… Do you think you can carry my backpack with you to the bleachers?”

“Of course, that’s what I work out for!” Milk winked, making Love bite her lip. That girl was goofy, but she was also cool and hot as hell. “I’ll make sure to scream your name really loud when you’re up there!” Her smile showed that she thought that would be the best way of reassuring Love.

“Oh no, please don’t.” Love’s tone was tense now, and Milk blinked confused. “Your idea is nice, I appreciate that. But if the crowd makes too much noise we lose points.”

“What? I had no idea.” Milk’s face was shocked, and Love could only understand that she was one of the people who usually made a lot of noise during the competition.

“Most people don’t… I’ve asked the crowd coordinator to tell people that, but she usually doesn’t remember. Anyway, it never made us lose the actual competition. It’s just better not to have any deductions.” She shrugged her shoulders, used to people not caring or understanding cheerleading competitions as something important. Even if their points were added to the team’s final result.

“Then I’ll be there quietly rooting for you. And telling people to shut up.” Another wink that made Love shake her head trying not to lose her mind. 

“You’re amazing.” She grabbed Milk’s hand for a second, squeezing it. Love actually wanted to hug the girl, but she wasn’t sure if that’d be okay. Having so many feelings for Milk and not knowing what the other girl was feeling was confusing. Her desires were easy to fulfill- just a hug! But if Milk wasn’t feeling the same, it would be awkward and Love’s embarrassment would make her crumble to the floor. So she just squeezed the girl’s hand, before turning to leave. “I’ll see you after the competition!!” Love screamed, running back to her team. 

—

Now, she only had two and a half minutes to focus and enjoy being a cheerleader. Love felt Film’s hand squeezing her own as they walked together into the cheer floor, screaming and waving at the crowd. They shared a reassuring glance before taking their places, everyone on the team focused and silent. Love closed her eyes and felt the whole gym getting quiet. Just her blood flowing through her body, her breathing controlled and deep. Then, she heard the whistle. As she opened her eyes and the cheer mix started, Love couldn’t think of anything else. Her mind was counting. Five, six, seven, eight. She felt the hands grabbing her feet, tensed her body, felt the wind whooshing through her ears. She locked in her best cheerface, smiling while also singing and counting. Right now, she didn’t even remember to breathe. It made no sense to run, tumble and fly without breathing, but she felt like it wasn’t necessary. All that was necessary was following the steps, holding Film’s hand at the top of the pyramid, stepping on her bases’ hands and flying. All she had to do was get the dance moves right, pass through the other athletes and run backwards to her stunt, ready to be tossed and twist mid air. She did it, as sharp as ever, not even a second late, not a step missed, nothing to give the judges any reason to downgrade their score. She ended laying on her bases’ arms, after flying as high as she ever did. Now, she heard the crowd going crazy, and heard the other teams clapping and screaming the cheerleaders’ names. 

As the bases let her on the floor, Love ran towards Film and Earn, jumping on them, laughing. She could see everyone else on the team doing the same, bumping and hugging each other, all of them with huge smiles on their faces. She knew they did it. They definitely had a hit zero, and from now on they just had to relax, enjoy and wait for the last day to see their final score. Now, all they knew was happiness and pride. 

“You know what this means , right?” Love screamed into Earn’s ear as they hugged each other. 

“IT’S OURS BABY!!” Namtan came running, tearing down the three of them, landing on top of the girls. “I’ll be so pretty with my gold medal!” All of them chuckled, not even mad at Namtan’s move. She rolled over and kissed Film’s face, squeezing her girlfriend’s face. “And my babi… is the prettiest cheerleader…. Ever!!”

They were making a mess, celebrating, and the whole team happier than ever. Unfortunately, the organization asked the Eagles’ team to leave the cheer floor so the next team could mark their places. Love sighed, looking around one last time before leaving, when she saw Milk squeezed to the gym net, her face popping through it.

“Hey!!” Love ran towards her, and Milk managed to push her arms through the holes, pulling Love into a hug. “I didn’t see you before.” She said, her face pressed against Milk’s arms.

“Of course not! You were busy bringing the gold home!!” Milk sounded just as excited as Namtan, sure that they’d win the first place. “You were right, that was amazing, a million times better than the warm up. I filmed it all if you want later.” She let Love go, and they faced each other properly now. “I’m just not sure how good this filming went… I guess I was too excited to pay attention to the cell phone.” Milk chuckled, a little embarrassed. Love giggled as well, very happy to see Milk so proud and amazed at her. 

As they smiled at each other, with grins bigger than their faces, Love realised all she wanted to do now was pull Milk’s face and kiss her. She was so very happy, so relieved, and so glad to have Milk there watching and rooting for her… it only made sense to kiss the girl.

But she couldn’t. Not out of the blue like this. So she grabbed Milk’s chin, squeezing her face.

“I’ll go around to meet you at the bleachers, okay? We can wait for the rest of the girls outside.” 

“Oh, why?” The girl managed to say, even with Love’s hand gripping her. “Don’t you want to see the other teams?”

“No way. I’ll get too anxious seeing them.” Love shook her head, nervous just to think about that. She was so sure and happy now, she didn’t want to watch all the teams doing a great presentation and risk getting nervous about their own score and final placement. She had to go through more two days before the final result. “I’ll go now.”

“Okay!!” Milk’s grin appeared again after Love let her go, and they both ran to meet each other, energy and adrenaline running through their veins. 

—-

“Can you believe you look even more amazing now?” Milk said when she saw Love walking out of the gym to meet her. She was the first of the team to leave the locker room, excited to meet Milk outside. When she ran out- well, she tried to walk- she saw the girl sitting on the steps with a backpack on each shoulder, looking distracted. But when she looked around and saw Love, her grin was bigger than the world.

“I feel amazing!” She couldn’t deny it. Usually complements from Milk made her at least a little shy, but right now Love felt like the queen of the world. She reached Milk and took her backpack back, still a little amazed at how the girl was strong enough to carry both of them without any problem. 

“I have something for you.” Milk smirked and placed a hand covering Love’s eyes. For a second, the cheerleader hoped for a kiss. But she felt something landing on her hand, killing her hopes. She tried her best not to look disappointed, even because she was still curious about what it was. It felt light and it tickled her palm a little. “Okay you can look but please don’t be sad. I’m not as good as you with this.”

Milk’s hand left Love’s face- and, to be honest, she already missed it. Even if it was just a playful game of closing her eyes, Love enjoyed any kind of physical contact with the girl.

Looking at her hand and her surprise gift, Love wasn’t disappointed at all. In fact, it made her more emotional than she would expect, feeling her eyes tearing up a little. 

“A flower?” Her voice was pitched, and she frowned her eyebrows, feeling like she could melt from cuteness. On her hand, rested a small yellow flower.

“Yeah I guess I stole your idea… Actually I stole the flower too. When I came outside to wait for you I saw those bushes with little flowers and thought that even if you didn’t make a goal or stuff like that because there’s no goal in cheerleading you still scored… and it was so cool.” Milk was yapping, getting redder as each word escaped her mouth. She clearly hadn’t planned this trough, as she was looking down to avoid Love’s gaze and her hand was nervously passing through her hair. “Anyway… I saw it and I wanted to give you!”

Love could die right now, amazed at how adorable Milk was. She could not remember ever receiving a gift that made her so happy, even if it was just a flower stolen from a brush. She rolled her eyes and tilted her head, searching for Milk’s eyes.

“I love this, okay. You’re too cute.” Milk finally got the guts to look her in the eyes, her beautiful smile filling her whole face- just as Love’s was right now. “Can you help me place it on my bow?”

Milk was still too flustered to speak, so she just got the flower and clipped it into the bow’s hair clip, making Love tilt her head down. When the smaller girl looked up again, she felt like she needed to do something to avoid pulling Milk into a kiss, so she just let her body fall towards the tall body in front of her, pulling Milk into a tight hug. Milk’s hands floated on air for a second, but she quickly organized her thoughts and hugged Love back, resting her chin on the reddish hair. Love felt completely fine right there, in that moment: she had just finished her cheer routine, everything had gone well, and she was feeling the arms of the girl she liked around her. She sighed, breathing in Milk’s scent- she had to do this now because in an hour the girl would be smelling bad after football- and feeling each centimeter of their bodies touching. Love closed her eyes and smooched into Milk.

“Aww, today we have two Lovergirls!” Ciize’s voice broke their own private world, and the two girls separated, embarrassed for being caught in whatever they were doing. “Hey don’t break that hug because of me! I’m just excited to see girls loving girls…” 

Love could tell Ciize was being genuine from her voice tone, and the huge smile she was flashing at them. The little girl was really excited and bumped into Love and Milk, hugging them as well. She really did like trios…

Milk had gone completely mute, still smiling but clearly embarrassed. Love was blushing as well, but she was much more used to Ciize’s teasing. So she just pulled the girl into a hug as well, feeling her brush her nose into her cheek.

“I’m the only real Lovergirl you know, okay?” She teased back, using her best cocky voice. Milk was still standing there, trying to get a hold of herself.

“Well, right now I’m a hungry girl.” Ciize giggled at her own joke, and stepped back to realiese herself form Love’s embrace. “I came to call you two cuties. The girls are going to have lunch now, come with us.”

Just as fast as she arrived, Ciize turned around and left them behind. She was very sure the two of them would follow her. And she wasn’t really wrong.

“Let’s go?” Love asked Milk, pulling her arm to try to pull the girl out of her thoughts as well.

“Uh? Yeah, sure… But who are the girls?” Milk shook her head, trying to get everything into place. Love giggled, amazed at how the taller girl could switch between being cute and smooth to being a complete loser. Actually, both versions were cute. And Love wanted all of them for her.

“I know just as much as you. We’ll have to meet them to find out.” Love linked her arm with Milk and started walking, pulling the player with her. “As long as they take me to the food, I don’t mind.”

“Oh I know you don’t.” Milk used her free hand to pinch Love’s nose. “I’ve seen you around food before.”

Love giggled, bumping into Milk. With their arms still linked, they walked over to meet their friends. 

Chapter Text

“I love eating from these corner shops.” Namtan’s smile was as big as the world as she sat down on the plastic chair next to Film. 

“I love eating. Especially now.” Love was focused on her own bowl, feeling the fog erupting from it. 

They were all sitting in plastic chairs, placed on the sidewalk. Once they all met outside the gymnasium, Namtan swore she knew the best place to have lunch. Since she and Milk were the oldest ones, and they had gone to more university olympics than everyone there, all of the girls just believed and followed her. But when they got there, it was just a food truck with about four options of food. Anyway, Love was happy, because she was craving any kind of food by now. Cheering was too tiring.

“Me too. Anything with wheels is cooler, especially a restaurant.” Milk said, sitting next to Love, as she smirked and high-fived Namtan. 

“You get me!” 

Love and Film shared a look and rolled her eyes. 

“You two sound like little kids sometimes.” Love narrowed her eyes at Namtan, teasing her. But it wasn’t her friend who answered.

“Well, you are as big as a little kid.” Milk said, scrunching her nose at Love, who turned to Milk completely shocked at the teasing and pushed her, making the girl almost fall from her plastic chair. 

“Can you two behave?”  Film punched Namtan’s arm. “We have to eat fast because Kapook and Earn need to go warm up before the game. So just shut up and eat.” 

Namtan, as always, nodded and obeyed her girlfriend, sucking the noodles into her mouth. Milk looked at Love, giggling, also eating. They were all a little afraid of Film when she was demanding like that. Love knew her friend was the sweetest girl ever, but when she was mad there was no way of escaping her.

“I better see you all cheering on the bleachers, okay.” Kapook said with her mouth still filled with food.

“I’ll sure cheer for my girls.” Ciize grinned, as she had somehow already finished her meal. Love was staring at them, not very discreetly, curious about how close Earn was to Kapook right now. Her legs were resting on top of the taller girl and she was resting her head on her shoulder. It was probably the first time the two of them acted like a couple- apart from all the times she saw them kissing at parties, or arriving together after sleeping over at one of their houses. 

They climbed the bleachers in silence, the gym still half empty. Most people were just now going to have lunch, since the cheerleading competition ended about ten minutes ago. For now, just the volleyball teams and some friends were there. As soon as they chose their places, right above the Eagles’ side of the court, Namtan and Film laid down against each other, closing their eyes to rest. Love sat down, still too buzzed to sleep like the girls, and Milk plopped down next to her, already yawning. Love could see Earn and Kapook exchanging passes on the court, both of them hitting the ball so hard it made a snapping sound that she could hear all the way from up there. Ciize somehow managed to be also on the court, sitting at the benches with her… girlfriends’ stuff? Sitting was one way of saying it, since the girl would stand up and take photos and videos of the other two all the time, also running up and down the court to give them water or just kiss their cheeks. 

“How can you not be sleepy?” Milk asked, her voice dragging a little.

“I guess I got too excited after our hit zero… but I’ll eventually snooze off like those two.” She gestured at their friends. By now, Namtan was already snoring with her mouth open. Film still looked like a princess in her beauty sleep- even at this dirty bleacher. Just one competition, and the crowd had already managed to leave tons of garbage and lost things behind. 

“You better not do that during football…”

“Of course not.” Love turned to Milk, gazing into her eyes. She knew her stare had an effect on Milk, and she was decided to use that as much as she could. “I’ll be too busy cheering for you.”

“You can just…” Milk was a little flustered, smiling and blushing, but she was mostly tired. She was stopped mid-sentence by a yawn. “Just cheer for the whole team…”

Love shook her head and patted Milk’s head. “And you should rest a little, you’ll need energy to play.” 

Milk nodded, accepting it. And then she laid down, resting her head on Love’s lap, like it was the most natural thing ever, like they did it everyday. Love had to hold her breath for a moment to avoid letting an embarrassing sound escape from her mouth. 

Love gazed at Milk’s face, lying comfortably on her, her eyelids softly closed. She didn’t know how to act, her hands still resting on her sides on the bleachers, too afraid to move and disturb the girl. She looked around, maybe afraid someone could see her being a total loser with that stupid contact from a girl. Love knew how to act with girls, she knew how to win them over, she knew damn well how to touch them. But she didn’t know what to do when a beautiful girl she liked just laid her head on her lap. Milk’s chest was moving peacefully, breathing with ease, and her lips eased into a soft smile. Love didn’t know whether the girl was awake or if she had already fallen asleep- it’d be incredibly fast-, so for a moment she just didn’t move and kept looking into that beautiful face. Milk had no makeup on now, but her skin looked flawless, her moles decorating her face like they had been carefully placed, like the final touches of a work of art, and her mouth was as always painfully perfect. Love felt like that mouth was made to be molded against hers. That instinct of kissing Milk came again, her face so close, Love’s lips aching for it. But she couldn’t, not here, and especially not when Milk was maybe sleeping. 

Then, the girl tilted her head, letting her cheek rest against Love’s belly. The sudden contact made her body shiver, since her belly was showing from the cheer uniform. Milk’s skin against her own was one of the best feelings she had ever felt, even if it was this small and simple contact. With that, Love gave up and placed her hand on Milk’s hair, caressing it while the girl slept. She couldn’t understand how Milk was able to sleep so fast in that hard bench, but right now Love was grateful for it, since it gave her the opportunity to just admire her beauty and touch her lovingly without it being super awkward. Love didn’t know how long they laid like that, not even noticing the bleachers filling up with time and the team eventually getting into position.

As soon as the judge whistled, Milk jumped, already standing up and ready to cheer. Love blinked, confused, not even believing anymore that that girl was sleeping peacefully just a second ago. 

“Are you back with us Loverruckk?” Namtan said into her ear, giggling. She must’ve also woken up at some point and seated next to her with Film. The two of them were chuckling looking at Love, clearly aware that the girl was lost in her own thoughts while she caressed Milk’s hair. And Milk wasn’t aware of anything by now, already screaming the cheering songs before the game even started. Love was a cheerleader, but Milk looked like the most excited one cheering at the bleachers right now.

“Leave me alone.” Love said, but she was also giggling at herself. She pulled Namtan’s hand, standing up and pulling her friend with her. “Let’s cheer.” 

Cheering for volleyball was completely different than cheering for any other sports. They had to be mostly silent while the ball was flying around, and they couldn’t make a single sound when the other team was serving, otherwise the crowd could even make the team lose a point. But in between points and serves they were louder than anything on earth. Milk and Namtan seemed to be the two girls in the crowd enjoying this the most, and they were almost leading the cheering. 

“Be careful not to slip!” Namtan screamed at the other team’s player just seconds before she served the ball.

“Hey 77 you are good but we are better!” Milk chuckled, making fun of the girl- who had the number 77 on her jersey- after she missed a ball.

“Ohh Kapook, harder please!” Namtan would scream that every time Kapook slammed the ball, attacking it. And everytime Film would punch her, making the girl giggle and kiss her girlfriend’s head.

“The net is on our team!!” Milk also screamed every time the other team hit the net while serving or attacking, making the whole crowd laugh. Another version of that was “Outside is also inside!!” whenever the Eagles attacked the ball outside from the court.

Those two goofballs were gaining fans as they spent the whole game making jokes and having fun with everything- making points or losing points. Love and Film were specially out of breath from laughing so much. Still, they tried to cheer and scream the players’ names in the middle of all that. By the end of the game, Love felt her throat already stinging from all the screaming, and her abdomen hard from laughing, just as she had just finished a core series working out. 

As the volleyball team left the court, Namtan started gathering her stuff to walk towards the locker rooms. They only had about twenty minutes before the football warm up and practice before the game started. Milk, on the other hand, sat back down and let her body fall back into the bleachers. She grunted, closing her eyes.

“Oh no, I don’t even have energy for this.”

“You can’t back down right now, player.” Love moved to stand in front of her, shaking Milk’s shoulders.

“I know, I know. I just…” Milk opened her eyes and lifted her head back up, noticing how close Love was. Just like this morning, they managed to be the same height when one of them was standing up and the other was sitting down. Love’s hands on her shoulders felt grounding by now. “I’m excited to play. About the same amount as I’m tired.” 

Love smiled and threw her hair back before moving her hands to Milk’s cheeks. The taller girl widened her eyes, surprised and a bit awkward about that contact in the middle of everyone. Love pinched her cheeks and looked into her eyes with a serious expression.

“You have to go. And play. And score.” She narrowed her eyes. “So you can dedicate a goal to me. Understand?” 

Milk’s usually white cheeks were already red because of the pinching, but the colour clearly spreaded a little more with that. She could only nod, not even thinking about denying anything for Love.

“Okay Lovergirl let my pivot go, I need her to bring the gold home.” Namtan pulled them out of their own universe, patting on Love’s back.

Love rolled her eyes and smiled at Namtan, keeping her happy persona even after the teasing. 

“Good game to you too my friend!” 

Namtan messed with Love’s hair, patting on her head now. She turned to Film, pulling her into a hug. “Can my beautiful girlfriend give me a goodluck kiss?” 

Film’s eyes seemed to only work to look at her girlfriend now, almost closed while showing her dimples. She pulled Namtan’s head, pecking her lips once, twice, several times. Love and Milk were just standing next to them, watching that, until Milk pushed Namtan, lifting up her backpack. 

“Okay okay, let’s go.” She was laughing, used to the couple being clingy all the time. 

“Hey relax!” Namtan answered, but grabbed her own backpack to go too. But not before teasing her friends. “I’m sure you’ll find your own love too.” She winked, bobbing her head towards the short cheerleader.

At the same time, Milk blushed and freezed, not knowing how to act; Film squealed and giggled out loud; Love sighed annoyed and pushed Namtan, finally letting the girls go downstairs and change into their uniforms. As soon as they disappeared from their sight, Film and Love broke into laughter, leaning against each other before sitting down to wait.

It didn’t take long and the game started. Being honest, Love was probably too tired and lost in her own thoughts and feelings to notice the time going by. Film was, once again, snoozing next to her; and the trio were still down on the court, except this time it was Earn being a little more shy than Ciize, but also running to the girls to give them water and let them kiss her cheeks. Love was aware of the girls warming up and practicing passes and some specific plays, and her eyes were now used to find Milk in the middle of all those girls using the same uniform. But her mind was off, thinking about Milk, feeling again the different things she felt all the times they hung out, playing some scenarios in her head that she wanted to experience with the girl.

When she heard the whistle for the millionth time that day, Love was shaken back into the court and poked Film so they could stand up and cheer.

“I think this is going to be a good one.” Film grinned, pumping Love up. 

But actually, she was wrong. What happened was, the Eagles’ team was good. Maybe too good for this first game at the Olympics. It was nice to see the girls clearly controlling the game, and winning always made it easier to cheer. But after seeing so many football games, Love was able to notice when the game was actually exciting and when the game was just to fill something necessary. This one wasn’t thrilling like some others. The girls didn’t even seem to be giving their all.

“Why are they so slow? I’ve seen them play way better than this.” Love looked at her friend, confused.

“Well, it’s the first game.” Film moved her shoulders, unbothered. She had way more experience in those football games. “I’d say they’re kind of saving up their energy today so they don’t hunt themselves for the next ones.”

Love furrowed her eyebrows, not convinced. “That doesn’t seem too sportive of them… They should give all of themselves in any game.”

“Babe, not all sports can be as cool as cheerleading.” Film answered, and Love couldn’t deny that. 

But football did have its own cool parts. Like the moment those girls seemed to remember how to run, and Ciize stormed off, getting the ball straight from Kapook’s hands at the back of the court and managed to pass through all of the other team’s players, leaving the ball inside the penalty area. Perfect for Milk to kick inside the goal with a swift but precise movement. Even if it looked easy, it didn’t make it any less cooler and exciting, especially for Love. She jumped and screamed Milk’s name with the little voice she still had. From the bleachers, she saw Ciize running towards the taller girl and jumping on her lap to celebrate. Milk spun her around and they bumped into a pumped Namtan, who tried to lift them both. Milk placed the little girl back in the ground before looking up at the bleachers. When her eyes met Love’s she winked with that immense smile Love liked. The girl was already melting with that, but then Milk kissed her own fingertips and shoot a kiss at Love’s direction, making her blush, covering her face with her hands. She was way too happy and flustered to hold eye contact with the player. 

The rest of the game was the same. Easy, lots of goals for the Eagles. Namtan scored too, making another funny celebration with Milk before throwing a heart at Film. Kapook scored a penalty goal and ran to the benches to bite Earn’s cheek with Ciize piggybacking her. They were something else. Another girl from the team scored a goal from the halfway line. In no time, it ended. As soon as she heard the whistle, Love stood up, ready to go back to their dorm rooms. But Film pulled her back down. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Her tone was harsh but Film’s eyes were gentle as always. Well, as most of the time. When she wanted to be harsh she was scary as hell.

“I’m going back? So I can rest?” Love thought that question was stupid. 

“Love. Your girl has another game. Aren’t you going to watch her?” 

Love sighed and squeezed her eyes. She was so used to skipping the sports she didn’t care about… but of course she couldn’t miss one of Milk’s games. She was an athlete herself, she knew how important the presence of the girl she liked was for the whole competition experience. And even if she wasn’t even sure Milk actually liked her, she wanted to make her like her, so being there for her games was a must. Still, Love couldn’t stand being in the same place for much longer, so she grabbed her backpack and excused herself to Film before leaving the bleachers.

She walked out of the court, finding herself in the gym open area. Girls from all of the teams were roaming around and she could spot some of her cheer friends from their uniforms. In the last few years, she’d be here looking around and checking everyone out to see who would be her main target to kiss later tonight at the party. But now, she was looking around to find somewhere she could buy a snack for Milk between the games. People really changed. Today, she just wanted to make her girl happy. Love’s mind was so focused on Milk that she didn’t even notice some girls from other teams checking her out. Not that they were being discreet. Most of them were staring Love up and down, taking full advantage of the cheerleading uniform that stuck on every curve of her body. But the cheerleader herself was just walking around, her eyes scamming the space unbothered. 

Which was a bit difficult, since there were no snacks available there, and she couldn’t go too far away otherwise she’d lose the start of the game. Actually, by now, Love started to worry that Milk may have noticed she was gone and was thinking she had left for good. She finally gave up and hit the bar, buying at least an energy drink for Milk. The girl was tired before playing, so she’d probably appreciate it. 

By now, Love was becoming a specialist in finding Milk in a crowd. Her being 1,70 meters tall definitely made it easier. But entering the court again, she noticed that Milk wasn’t sitting on the bleachers with their friends. Her next guess was the locker rooms, and it was exactly there where she found Milk. The girl was sitting at a bench by the door with some of the girls from the basketball team. Love couldn’t help but notice that she recognized the girl sitting right next to Milk. That was the girl she saw Milk kissing at Kapook’s party. It was no surprise she was on the basketball team, that was probably from where she knew Kapook. And it was also no surprise she was talking to Milk. Love knew damn well Milk’s appeal, and how it was impossible to forget the girl after kissing her. 

But she wouldn’t stand another girl hitting on her girl.

Love was so caught up in her own jealousy that she didn’t notice how Milk spotted her from the moment she stepped into the court, and how her eyes were glued to Love, waiting for the girl to approach her. The girl from the party was essentially talking to the wall. But, again, Love didn’t notice that. So she approached them ready to leave the basketball team with one less player if necessary.

“Hey!” She forced a smile, her body burning with anger. Her eyes were locked into Milk’s, trying to ignore the girl sitting beside her. “I got you something.” 

The poor girl was indeed ignored, since Milk’s eyes brightened with that little attention from Love, and she melted easily. 

“Hey… I thought you were gone.” 

“I wouldn’t miss your game.” Love easened, handing the energy drink. She could see Milk’s attention was hers now. She just had to keep it that way. “But I thought you might need some boost to survive. I mean, you were sleeping on my lap before the volleyball game.” 

She made damn sure to emphasize those words, to make it clear to the party girl that Milk was hers. The taller girl was blissfully unaware of the tone on Love’s voice, already sipping on the drink. 

“You’re so thoughtful.” Her tone was playful as she petted Love’s head. “Do you wanna go inside the court with me? I want to chill a little before playing.” 

Love flashed her biggest smile when Milk stood up. “Anything you want.” She grabbed Milk’s arm and walked inside with her. By now, she didn’t even mind looking back at that loser from the party. Love knew her territory was well marked. At least for now.

After the rush of being jealous, Love became too shy. It was a little stupid to get possessive of a girl she wasn’t even dating. And Love hated making a fool of herself. So right now she didn’t have any guts to talk to Milk, just sitting at the benches near her. The player kept on drinking her energy drink, still not noticing the whole vibe. Minutes passed and nothing changed. It gave Love enough time to breathe and calm down. She was aware that she was a jealous type, but she didn’t have to show it to Milk yet, before they even had a real relationship. Eventually, Milk finished her drink and the rest of the team started entering the court, leaving their backpacks on the bench.

“Aren’t you tired too?” Milk finally broke the silence. “I know you don’t actually like basketball.”

Love grinned, happy that Milk didn’t notice her little act back there. Now she could relax and be her normal happy self next to the player.

“I like watching you play. Even if it’s basketball.” After the thrill of getting jealous and angry, Love felt brave enough to be bold. So she grabbed Milk’s chin, shaking the girl’s head. “I wouldn’t miss it!” 

Milk tried to smile, and Love could see she was the one shy by now. In the middle of their cute exchange, Kapook appeared and tapped on both of the girl’s heads.

“Lovergirl, can you give me my player? You can smooch her later.” 

She didn’t even stay to see or hear the girl’s reaction, passing directly to grab a ball and warm up. Milk, shy as ever, didn’t say anything, just pointed to the team, standing up. 

Just like Milk had said, Love didn't like basketball. But she did like being Milk’s personal cheerleader. Sitting on the bench she was able to scream her name whenever the girl touched the ball, and Milk could actually hear her. Love was sure of it, because with every scream Milk’s face brightened into a shy smile. She liked making her girl happy. And Love herself wasn’t falling behind, because every time Milk scored she’d look over at Love and grin, winking at her. By the end of the four quarters- why was this game so long?- Love was even pondering if she might be starting to like basketball better than football. After all, this sport gave Milk more chances to dedicate a point to her.

The harsh part about basketball- at least, for this game-, was that Milk was noticeably trashed after it. Their team won but she didn’t even have energy to celebrate properly with them. Milk just hugged a few of the girls- Love couldn’t deny she was paying close attention to see if that girl from the party was one of them- and walked towards Love, drenched in sweat.

“Girl you look dead.” She wouldn’t lie to Milk. “But still cute!” 

That managed to improve the player’s expression, putting a soft smile on her lips.

“Thanks. But I do feel dead.” She grabbed her backpack and Love took it as a sign to stand up. “I need a shower, and rest.”

Love noticed that Milk was getting comfortable with the idea of parading Love around, since she just walked, confident that the cheerleader would follow her. She wasn’t wrong, after all. Love would be pleased to follow that beautiful girl anywhere, and by now she wanted everyone else to see them walking together, so nobody would try to approach Milk at the party later. That girl was so pretty she had to worry…

“Hey you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.” Milk seemed to realize Love was following her without arguing when they reached the gates of the gym. “There’s still a game today, and the bus only comes after it ends, you don’t need to leave-”

“I’m here because I want to leave with you.” Love cut, reassuring her. Milk blushed a little, but Love could see that a different smile grew on her face. She seemed proud to be the reason the cheerleader was leaving. But she didn’t say anything. She just nodded and slipped her hand on Love’s backpack, pulling in to her own arm.

“Hey! You don’t have to carry it. You just said you’re too tired.” Love tried to protest, but the taller girl kept walking without looking back.

“You’re leaving early and walking back to the dorm instead of waiting for the bus.” Milk looked back, with a smirk on her face. “And all because of me? I’m carrying your backpack for you.” 

Love bit her lip, holding back a smile. Milk being bold and so full of herself was hot, and her carrying Love’s backpack was really cute. Love couldn’t deny she loved being pampered.

“Don’t be so smug… I also don’t care about the last game, okay? You said I don’t like basketball, but handball is even worse.” She said, finally back to walking beside Milk.

“Of course!” Milk was looking way too confident now. Love wasn’t even sure anymore that the girl was as tired as she said before. “I’m not playing handball. Then why would you be interested?”

“You’re so…” Love crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop herself from giggling a little. “Handball is stressful, okay? It kind of scares me”

Milk laughed, tilting her head at Love. She liked making that usually funny girl laugh. 

“Okay, you have a point. Handball is the most brutal sport I’ve ever tried. And I’ve even practiced boxing.” 

It took just seconds for Love’s mind to fill with images of Milk wearing boxing attire, those gloves, hitting a punch bag, beating up someone… Love was glad they were walking, so she had an excuse for her unsteady breath right now. If just football player Milk made her weak in the knees, god knows what boxer Milk would do to her. She tried to answer without taking too long, so the taller girl wouldn’t be suspicious of her dirty thoughts.

“I’m glad you don’t play it anymore… I wouldn’t like seeing you being hit and run over all the time on the court.” Love frowned, imagining it. Handball was really awful.

“Well and I’m glad I have such a pretty girl worried about me.” Milk winked, and Love gave up on keeping a conversation. She just walked, bumping into Milk on purpose every now and then, receiving giggles from the girl. 

Love knew she had to be able to actually talk to Milk about what she was feeling, and what she wanted for them. But everytime they got even a little bit closer to the subject, she was washed over with embarrassment and fear that she’d be rejected. Not that right now that flustered player seemed to be someone who’d run away from her if Love confessed her feelings. But the mere idea of Milk thinking she was being too much or even laughing at her made Love mortified. She wanted to keep Milk as close as possible, and as long as possible. 

Which was a problem right now, because they were entering the dorms and soon they’d have to go to different rooms. Putting them right next to each other was a great idea, but Love wanted to be closer. And all the time…

“I guess this is my cue to finally take a shower and rest.” Milk leaned over the door frame, handing Love her backpack. Right now, she was so effortlessly hot. “Thanks for the company.” 

Love nodded, locking their gaze. She opened the door, expecting that Milk would follow her. “I like the company.”

“But I bet you don’t like the smell.” The taller girl was still standing by the door. Love didn’t want to directly invite her inside, so she used that kind of gross cue to try something.

“You’re exaggerating. I didn’t even realise you’re smelling.” She placed her hands on her own waist, squinting her eyes. 

“I think your nose is not working, Love.” 

“Come here so I can be sure.” 

Milk raised her eyebrows, picking up on the shorter girl’s intention. But she didn’t back down. Milk entered the room, closing the door behind her, and towered over Love, glancing down at her.

“Maybe you have to be closer to feel it.” 

Love, who was really confident just a few seconds before, now was feeling small and shy under Milk’s eyes. Even knowing she wanted Milk to get inside her room, Love wasn’t sure what to do with it anymore. Actually, she did. She wanted to grab Milk’s neck and kiss her for hours, to feel their bodies molding into each other, to use her room to do all things she imagined doing with Milk everytime she remembered how good the times they kissed were. But she wanted Milk to want it. Just when she was opening her mouth to say something, Milk was faster than her, still staring into her eyes.

“You’re making me crave boba tea.” 

Love was confused now. 

“What?”

“Your eyes… they’re boba pearls. Staring into them makes me want boba tea, like the one we had when we went out.” 

Love closed her eyes- her boba eyes- and sighed. That was what she got from wanting to date such a clown. She chuckled and pushed Milk’s body.

“You’re stupid. Do you know that?” 

“Hey! It’s not my fault… And you’re also always thinking about food, so don’t scold me.” Milk grinned at Love, sitting back on the desk. The relaxed atmosphere came back and Love easened, stepping closer to Milk, not so shy or tense anymore.

“I think maybe you should crave a shower now…” she pretended to sniff the taller girl’s neck and made a disgusted face. “You are actually smelling.”

“Oh yeah?” Milk stood up, her face looking like an impetuous child. “I smell bad?”

Before Love would answer, Milk grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, rubbing herself against the smaller girl. In another context, Love would be very turned on by this. But right now, Milk did smell and her jersey was drenched in sweat, so it was just disgusting. She screeched, tapping on the girl’s back.

“Oh no, no Milk!!” She couldn’t decide between laughing and speaking. “Please Milk!!” 

In the midst of their laughter and Love’s screams, they almost didn’t hear the knocking on the door. After waiting without an answer, the person outside screamed.

“I’m going to open so I hope you two are dressed!” 

Love would never mistake this voice, let alone the choice of words. Namtan opened the door, making an act of covering her eyes. Behind her stood Film and Earn. Milk let Love back on the floor, but kept her hands on the girl’s waist.

“Namtan, you’re ridiculous.” She said to her friend, rolling her eyes. Milk still had a sly smile on her face, but Love could tell she was a little flustered, just like her. “Open you fucking eyes.”

Namtan peaked between her fingers and finally stood normally. 

“Well, at least we got here before you were too dirty!” 

This time Love was one who rolled her eyes, chuckling. She saw Film punching Namtan’s arm as she walked in, and Earn was blissfully ignoring all of that, so she just entered the room and sat on Love’s bed. Intimacy was something dangerous sometimes. Now, for example, her room was being invaded by three people without even asking.

Love stepped back, freeing herself from Milk’s hands. “What happened?”

“We need girls’ time.” Film nodded, looking serious and cute at the same time. 

Even liking Milk as much as she did, Love understood that right now she had to be there for her friends- even if she didn’t know what for yet. So she looked at Milk with a guilty smile. But the taller girl didn’t seem to mind, just nodding with an understanding expression. She winked at Love. 

“And I need a shower. And some rest.” She patted Love’s head before passing Namtan walking to the door. “I’ll talk to you later.” 

“Yeah… I’ll knock before going to the party, okay?”

Milk’s face didn’t seem too sure about that, but she nodded and smiled, closing the door. Love sighed and dropped herself on the chair next to her, looking at her friends.

“What happened?” 

“Maybe we should be the ones asking you…” Namtan started teasing before Film punched her again. She was the only one able to control that girl. “Ouch… Okay, sorry.”

“I wanted to talk.” Earn said, sitting on the bed. She looked like a little kid there with her feet dangling.

Film sat down next to her, widening her eyes at Love. They were close enough to understand each other through looks, so Love got that it was something important, and that Film was really curious about what Earn wanted to talk about. Namtan sat on the floor between the two girls’ feet. None of them said anything, waiting for Earn to open up. She wasn’t the most talkative of them, so it was truthfully an event to have her gathering them like that.

“I’m worried about the party today. And I don’t know what to do…” She confessed, her eyes not focusing on any of her friends.

“Are you afraid Ciize and Kapook will kiss too many people?” Film rested a hand on Earn’s arm, caressing her. She had a gentle expression on her face, truly worried about her friend. They used to make fun of that relationship, but it had always worried them how Earn really felt in the middle of that. 

“No. I mean, I know they will. That’s what they do.” Earn shook her head, still not looking particularly at any one of them. 

“And it bothers you?” Love tried too. But Earn shook her head.

“No.” 

“Girl…” Namtan tilted her head up to look at their friend. “You can be honest with us. We won’t tell or scold you.” 

But Earn flashed an easy smile back at her, finally looking at someone. Her eyes also passed through Love and Film, organizing her thoughts before speaking.

“It doesn’t bother me when they kiss other people. I know they like to do that. But I also know that even if they kiss lots of girls it won’t be the same as kissing me.” She shrugged her shoulders. Love couldn’t really understand, but she didn’t stop her friend. From Namtan’s facial expression, she was finding that idea weird too. “And also we don’t just kiss, you know?”

“I’m going to stop you right there, please.” Love waved a hand in the air, not expecting that many details. She heard Namtan holding back a chuckle and had to hold herself too. Maybe if they laughed, Earn would close off again, so she couldn’t let that happen. Film was the only controlled one of the group, still holding Earn’s hand and looking lovingly at her. 

“That’s not what I mean, oh my god…” Earn’s ears burned red. She sighed before continuing. “What I mean is that it’s not just that. I like them, and I know they like me too. We talk everyday, we go on dates together, we are there for each other when we need… You know that already.”

“Earn, I'm going to be completely honest with you.” Film held her hand closer and looked into Earn’s eyes. “We actually don’t. And we have been dying to find out but no one wanted to butt into your matters without you being the one to start that.”

Earn seemed startled, and looked at Namtan and Love, who were both nodding at her, finally having the chance to understand that whole thing.

“I… Okay.” Earn sat up straight, ready to spill. The whole group dynamic changed, all of them wired to finally find out what was going on between the trio. Love smiled, excited, and jumped from the chair to her bed with the other two girls, while Namtan moved on the floor so she was now facing the bed, being able to see all three girls at the same time. Her hand lingered, touching Film’s leg. 

“We do couple’s stuff, you know?” Earn shrugged. “Sleep over at each other’s house, have dinner dates, help each other when we need… I go to their practices and games, they do the same for me… I don’t really know what to explain to you.”

“Well, you like both of them?” Namtan asked, moving her finger in the air.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I thought you just liked Ciize and was with Kapook because she came with the package.” Love mentioned.

“I… I guess I started liking Ciize. But then I got to know Kapook. It was easier to like Ciize, she’s more easygoing, and she was never shy to talk to me or… come after me I guess.” Earn let out a soft giggle. They understood what she meant. “And Kapook is a little more closed off, so in the beginning I just saw her as someone in the middle of me and Ciize. But I got to know her, and she’s… something else. She’s cool and calm, but also so caring with us. And she’s kind of a badass, while Ciize is more bubbly and funny.”

Film and Love exchanged another look. They could see Earn was truly into both of the girls, her eyes dozing off while she talked about them, as if she was remembering their times together. Her voice was soft, exactly like you’d expect a girl to talk about someone they love.

“So what’s the problem babe?” Film asked. She was noticeably the best one to calm people down and make them feel comfortable.

“The problem is they like to kiss so many people when we’re at parties!” Earn groaned, hitting her head on the wall behind her. 

“I don’t think I’m following.” Namtan sounded confused for real. She looked at her girlfriend and then at Love, who shook their heads, knowing just was much as her. “Didn’t you just say you don’t mind that?”

“I don’t! I don’t mind them kissing other people. I’m confident in our relationship between the three of us.” Earn sighed again. Love could see this talk was pushing her through the limits she usually kept. “The problem is I don’t like doing that. I’m cool with just kissing them. But they always kiss lots of girls, and our agreement is that we can do that. So I usually end up kissing other girls. But I don’t… enjoy it. You know what I mean?”

“I do.” Namtan seemed to get into the subject. “After I met and fell for Film, I kissed like two girls and I felt like I was kissing my dog. Awful.” The girl stuck her tongue out, showing how displeasing that memory was. 

“Yes! It’s kind of what I feel. I don’t want to do that.”

“Well, then don’t!” Film said, like it was the most obvious thing ever. And it kind of was. 

“But they do!” Earn slapped her own tights, exasperated. 

“But babe you don’t have to do things you don’t want to.” Namtan pulled Earn’s foot. “Just like you don’t mind Ciize and Kapook kissing other people, they shouldn’t mind you not kissing other girls. Just because you can do it if you want, it doesn’t mean you are forced to kiss girls at every party.” 

Love was amazed at Namtan’s sureness. She was so goofy that sometimes Love would even forget that she was the older one there. She did have some experience to share, after all. 

“But sometimes I feel like I do. If I don’t, won’t I be stupid and childish?” Earn looked so confused. Poor girl. 

“It’s not childish to respect your desires, Earn…” Love tried to help, reaching over to hold her hand. “Your girls should understand that, just like you understand them. That’s part of respecting the other one, you know?” Love looked at Film, who nodded and pulled Earn into a side  hug.

“I guess… you’re right…” She didn’t seem too convinced. “I’ll try not kissing people just because I have to today. Feel the vibe, you know?” 

“I think trying is the only way to go.” Film blinked at her.

“Bro, your problem is amazing.” Namtan said loudly, clearly her usual goofy mood again. “You have two hot girls who want you everyday, and more cute girls wanting to kiss you at parties. Such a heavy burden.” 

Unable to punch her girlfriend, Film kicked her foot in the space between them. 

“Stop being naughty.”

“Relax my love, you're the only cute and hot girl I want!” She blew a kiss at Film.

“and the other Love, do you have something to tell us?”

Love knew Namtan wouldn't let her pass unbothered. But she could actually use some girl talk as well.

“Actually.” She noticed all of them scooting closer. “I don't know what to do. For the first time in my life liking girls.” She sighed, laying over Film's and Earn's legs. “I really like Milk. The more time we spend together, the more I realise that. But I'm so scared that telling her how I feel will ruin everything.

“And how do you feel?” Film asked.

“Like I want to spend all my time with her. Like everything I do is better when she's with me, and everytime something nice or cool happens, she's the first person I want to tell the news to. And when I'm tired I can only really relax when I'm with her, when I'm angry she's the one who calms me down, when she smiles at me it makes my day.” Love changed from smiling to frowning. “And I want to kill that basketball bitch from the party.” 

“Woah Loverrukk  is jealous?” Earn snapped out of her complicated thoughts, looking at her friend with an amused face. “Girl, if you, of all of us, is being possessive, I think it’s enough to know you should try to have something more serious.”

“Are you calling me a slut Earn?” She narrowed her eyes, with a fake expression of annoyance.

“You have to own up your actions…” Film nearly whispered, side glancing at Love. They could see Namtan covering her face to hide her chuckles, and Love was the one to push both of them now. “Hey! Don’t blame me babe. It’s no crime to kiss every pretty girl you see, but you can’t deny it doesn’t match with being jealous and possessive.”

It was true that Love couldn’t deny any of that, so she sighed and chuckled with her friends, relaxing against Film’s arm.

“You know… I don’t even feel like kissing those girls by now.” She glanced at Earn, a knowing look between the two. 

“I wanna see how that goes during the party.” Namtan said, standing up. “I’m not doubting you…. Actually, maybe I am. Anyway, we need to get ready.” She pulled Film by the hand, already opening the door. That room was so small that someone as tall as Namtan could cross it with just one large step. 

Love didn’t have enough energy to answer that teasing- and she had to admit to herself that she didn’t even know how she’d act during the party. But she also didn’t want to think about it. Film’s advice echoed in her head, trying is the only way to go. She didn’t want Milk to kiss other girls, and she also didn’t want her to think Love was just fumbling around. So today she’d go to the party and try to be with Milk at the party, instead of just floating and going after her to kiss for a moment and then never bump into each other again. 

Not thinking about it wasn’t working, because Love’s mind spent the whole process of getting ready creating scenarios of the party. She saw Milk smiling at her, imagined them dancing, and pictured Namtan teasing her at the bar. But her mind also made her imagine Milk talking to some other girls, Milk’s look after seeing Love kissing someone else, she even felt her stomach aching after being left behind by her crush.

Love looked in the mirror and snapped out of her thoughts, telling herself that she had to go and try. Checking her outfit and her makeup, she was sure she looked cute and colorful, ready to make a football player fall for her. So she stood up and walked- just like, three steps- next door. 

As a colorful and happy Love, with rainbow makeup and a rainbow tassel dress, stood on the hallway, a black Milk opened the door, yawning.

“You don’t look like you’re ready.” Love’s shiny grin turned into a frown when she saw Milk in her pajamas. 

“Oh… yeah…” Milk scratched her head, still sleepy. “I think I’m gonna pass today’s party, Love… The first basketball game is at 7:30 tomorrow, and after that energy drink effect passed I felt completely destroyed.” 

Love couldn’t hide her disappointment, standing there all dolled up. She let her smile fade away, looking at her feet. 

“Oh I… I understand.” 

Milk was sleepy, but she couldn’t stand those giant eyes and pouty lips. She slid a finger under Love’s chin and lifted her head back up. 

“Can you forgive me?” Milk’s voice was so soft that Love even considered not going to the party and just staying inside with her. 

But she shouldn’t. She liked Milk. She wanted to spend time with her. But she also couldn’t just give up on her life and her friends for a crush… So she was brave and gulped down that frustration.

“I don’t have to.” Love forced a smile, but it became a real one once she saw Milk was smiling back. “You don’t have to be sorry for being tired. Especially when you woke up early for me…” 

“And I don’t regret it.” The taller girl winked, making Love question once more if she wanted to go to that party so badly… “Enjoy it for me, okay? I promise I’ll go tomorrow.”

Love nodded, accepting that. If there was someone able to convince her to go even if Milk wasn’t going, it ironically was Milk herself. So, she’d try. The only way to know is trying.

—

But it didn’t fucking work. Love was at the party, trying her hardest to actually enjoy it, like she knew she enjoyed parties. But her thoughts were still at the dorm, remembering Milk’s soft tone and her sleepy smile. Love had already danced with her friends, taken photos of all their outfits and tried about three different pink drinks at the bar. But each time one of those activities ended, she felt the urge to give up and go back. Every drink made her lean more towards that, her hazy state for once in her life making her more needy than crazy and wild. Now, she found herself back at the bar, asking for one more strawberry vodka. She sighed, gathering forces to go back to the dance floor and try to be the social butterfly she always was. 

“It’s a rainbow party, but you seem to be stuck in the pink color.” A raspy voice said, sitting next to her. 

Love knew who it belonged to. Turning to her side she saw a cheerleader from the other university, black hair falling perfectly down her shoulders. Her eyes were sharp and decided, scanning Love’s face. 

“You know I like pink.” She showed a yellow smile, not really interested in the small talk, but Love was never rude to anyone.

“Yes, you had so many pink things in your room. I also remember strawberry kisses taste nice.” 

Love had to admit the girl was good. On any other day, she’d probably fold to that and kiss her right at the spot. But today, Love wasn’t having it.

“Faye. It won’t happen again. You can stop.” Love jumped from the little bar bench to the floor. Faye was tall, so Love had to look up to give her one last fake smile before turning. Even doing that reminded her of Milk, sleeping at the dorm… 

Love wiggled into the dance floor with her drink in hand, trying to find her friends. One of her favorite parts about parties like this was always how she could just step into the crowd and disappear, wander around without anyone properly finding her, speak to people she didn’t know and kiss many strangers not caring about the consequences. What happened inside the dance floor was the party's business. 

But today, the dance floor was hostile for Love. Everyone was dressed kind of the same- rainbow, after all- and she was too short to see past the wall of people dancing and grinding into each other. For a second she gave up and stood still, chugging her drink. Strawberry did taste nice, she had to agree with Faye. And Love knew that her kisses were good. She pondered for a while, in the middle of that sea of people. The music was good, she was feeling pretty, and she knew she’d see Milk tomorrow morning. Maybe it was the alcohol finally hitting her veins, but she decided to try harder at least for a while longer.

And the girls around her seemed to want to help her. Just as Love came back to her senses, looking around, she saw Ciize dancing with some other cheerleaders she knew. Noticing her friend, Ciize waved at Love, and the girls around her smiled, inviting her. 

“Babe I haven’t even seen you at this party!” Ciize screamed into her ear.

“I was drinking right now!” She also had to scream, the music pumping so high Love couldn’t even hear her own thoughts. “Hey girls!” She turned to wave at the other cheerleaders. The best part of the olympics parties was seeing people from other teams and hanging with them. Love could hold on to that to try to enjoy the party. 

“I remember you!” A girl with bronze hair smiled at Love, her face bright and friendly. “You’re the middle of the pyramid, right?”

That hit Love straight to the core. She was proud as hell to be the top of their pyramid, and she knew she made an impact on people during that part of the routine. 

“Yes! Oh my god, I’m so glad to be noticed!” She grinned, genuinely happy now. “You’re cheerleaders too, right?”

Another girl, black haired, looking cuter than a teddy bear, smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, we entered the team this year. Sonya has been trying to make me try cheer for a while, and I had to give in after I saw the uniforms.” Her head tilted at the other girl and Love noticed her hand was around Sonya’s waist. Maybe they were together. 

“Your uniforms are so hot.” Ciize’s gaze could only be described as dirty. “Thank god I have my own cheerleader girlfriend.” 

Love’s chin fell to the floor and she let out a gasp. “HA! I’m so happy to hear that.” 

She hugs Ciize’s head, smashing her, while the girl shakes it, a little embarrassed. Love didn’t even know Ciize could become shy. 

“Oh, you’re girlfriends?” Sonya seemed really interested in that, looking at their embrace.

“Oh no, baby. Love’s only love right now is cheerleading. And pink drinks!” Ciize pointed at Love’s empty cup. She didn’t know whether she should protest- after all, she was single-, so Love just grinned at those new friends. 

“Oh. Okay.” Sonya’s smile came back to her face and she slid away from the hand on her waist. She was beautiful, Love couldn’t go without noticing it. Ciize had real good taste. “I don’t think I’ve tried pink drinks. We should get some!” 

She patted the other girl’s shoulder and looked at Ciize, excited. She clearly had a magnet effect on both of them, since the girls just followed her. So did Love.

Back at the bar, one of the barmans looked at Love and nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. 

“More strawberry?” 

Love chuckled, realising she did have too many strawberry drinks this night. 

“Actually, can we have pink shots?” Sonya’s eyes were giant and her smile left no space for denial. Ciize screeched and threw her hands up, a party girl at her core. Sonya winked at Love, before turning to the barman. “Give us one of each pink liquor you have, please. For all of us.”

Even being the pink expert there, Love had no idea how many different pink drinks there were. The barman placed four little shot cups, one for each girl, and started pouring. With each shot down their throats, he pulled a different bottle, one after the other. By the fifth one, Love couldn’t even feel the taste on her tongue anymore.

“Wow, somebody is as pink as the drinks.” Sonya turned to her, giggling. Love was aware that her white skin used to leave her reddish- similar to pink- when she drank too much. She widened her eyes at the other girl and bursted out laughing.

“Oh… I guess you really become what you eat.” Love was laughing at her own joke, finally relaxed and having fun. 

“That’s what they say!” Sonya’s smile was so bright and big by now. She was probably as drunk as Love after so many shots in so little time. “And tell me, did you eat a teddy bear to become so cute?” 

“Uhhh, you’re good.” Ciize yelped next to the girl. Her eyebrows were lifted, amazed. Ciize did appreciate a bold girl like her. Sonya didn’t shy away, though. She just smiled easily at Ciize.

“I have to do my best to win a pretty girl over.” She turned to Love again, winking at her. “Especially if she's the cheer captain.” 

Love felt startled. She could feel her mouth open and her cheeks burning. Sonya was good, and she was beautiful as hell too. For a brief second, her eyes twitched between Sonya’s deep dark eyes and her sly smile. Love could feel the energy building between them, and she saw Sonya leaning closer. But the girl knew what she was doing. She left a little space for Love to close, probably not wanting to just jump onto the little girl’s face. That gave Love time enough to realise that, as Sonya leaned and Love started to close her eyes, all she could picture was Milk’s face. Suddenly, Sonya didn’t seem like such an interesting idea. Actually, thinking about kissing her sounded kind of… repulsive? To Love. Messy. Just someone’s tongue sliding inside her mouth, hot and wet parts of them brushing. Usually, it would be nice and sexy, but Love had to hold back from making a disgusted face. 

“I… I’m sorry, I have to go to the bathroom.” She shook her head and slid quickly to the floor, passing through the crown without looking back. Love knew what she had done wasn’t cool, and that she probably looked stupid doing so. But she didn’t see another way out. Sonya was beautiful, and attractive, and she knew damn well how to flirt with Love. But she just didn’t feel the desire to kiss the girl. 

As she entered the bathroom, Love noticed that she was really drunk. Her first drinks were probably starting to hit her body just when they started chugging shots down, and the alcohol was coming like waves over her. Or maybe a tsunami. She looked at herself in the mirror, throwing water on her face. Her vision was starting to get blurry. Now it would be the moment where she’d usually go to the dance floor and dance with whoever she saw first. And she was trying to have fun at this party, right? So Love took a deep breath, trying to feel her body better in the middle of the numbness caused by the alcohol, and went back to the dance floor. She could do this.

Back out there, Love threw herself in the middle of the crowd. At that moment, being small served her just right. She managed to squeeze between everyone until she found a place near the DJ where she could dance. For that, the alcohol was on point. She could feel the beat on her body, guiding her arms and legs, pulsing at the same rhythm as her heart. Love closed her eyes, enjoying it alone for a second. Then, she felt hands on her waist and turned back to see another cheerleader. This one was from yet another team, dressed in black shorts and a rainbow crop top. It was a simple outfit, but her makeup was the star of the show. Each eye had seven layers of eyeliners, making a perfect rainbow. And somehow she managed to make a subtle but pretty rainbow on her cheeks, like a highlighter.

“Hey! I love your makeup.” Love screamed into the girl’s ear. This was the only way they could talk to each other so close to the DJ. 

“Thanks! I love your outfit.” She screamed back, leaning at Love’s ear. But she didn’t step back, using the talking as an excuse to come closer to the small girl. “I also loved your outfit earlier, at the cheer competition.” 

“Oh, our uniform is the best. I helped design it!” Love grinned, so proud. But the girl couldn’t even see that smile, her face still glued to Love’s ear. She could feel the girl breathing into her neck, and Love started to tense up. 

“Only a beautiful girl could design something so beautiful.” 

That’s when Love snapped. She shook her head, pulling the girl back. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t want this today.”

The girl was actually cool about it. Her face was surely surprised, but she just nodded and smiled at Love. “Oh, okay. Sorry if I was bothering you.” Then she turned and went back to her group of friends. 

Love sighed, feeling dizzy from the alcohol and tired from all those exchanges. She liked to kiss, she liked to flirt, she liked to mingle and make friends at parties. But every girl that approached her seemed so… icky. They were pretty. And they were friendly. And they were even good at conquering Love. She knew that a few weeks ago she’d probably be pressed against the stage right now, kissing that girl senseless. Or maybe she’d be at the bar, kissing Sonya and Ciize and the third girl. She could even be back at her room, ripping Faye’s clothes out. But today, right now, all Love could think was that any of those scenarios seemed weird and unpleasant with those girls. They just made sense in her head… with Milk. Love closed her eyes, tired of that party and all those girls hovering over her. She took advantage of the loud music and just groaned, as loud as she could, before storming out, trying hard not to trip over her feet. All she had in her mind by now was Milk’s face. Love knew she was drunk, but she was sure now that her desires were focused on Milk. She also knew that she was tired as hell and needed to calm down. So she decided to walk from the party to the dorm. It was only a few blocks away, still inside the campus, so it wouldn’t be dangerous. Also, feeling the night breeze on her face was nice to calm her down. Breathing and watching her every step not to fall- Love was just now noticing how drunk she was, too drunk-, Love felt all that stress vanish. Now she only longed to be near Milk, to hear her voice, see those dark black eyes, feel her silky skin. Just the thought of all that made her sigh, daydreaming about how it’d be just a few minutes from now, when she’d finally reach Milk’s room.

—

Love stood in front of the wooden door, looking just the same as hers. She looked at the number, making sure she was at the right one, her thoughts floating around her head, mixing up with the reality. With each breath, she could feel her lung filling up and her throat still kind of burning from the last few shots. The girl sighed, the small part of her that was still conscious a little happy that she was drunk enough to be brave for this.

She lifted her hand, knocking on the door. In that exact moment, she decided that if there was no response on the first try, it’d be a sign from the universe and she’d just go to her room and pretend she never tried it.

But that didn’t happen.

After a few seconds, Milk opened the door, scratching her eyes, wearing the same pajamas as before. Once she recognized Love, she blinked, making sure she wasn’t the one seeing things. She poked her head outside, looking around at the hallway.

“Love? What are you-”

“Can I sleep here?” Love asked, her boba eyes bigger than ever. 

As soon as Love mumbled those words, Milk felt herself properly waking up, a little worried now. Because the small girl in front of her was drunk. Clearly drunk. Now she could see that, as cute as those dark eyes were, there was a haziness over them, they were almost teary. And Love’s voice was exactly what you’d expect from a drunk person- words stepping over each other, her tongue tying while she tried to talk. But at the same time, she looked cute as ever. Her rainbow costume was crumpled, her hair sticking around her face because of the sweat, and her makeup a little smudged at some points, probably from enjoying the party. 

“Why aren’t you at the party? It’s still kind of early to leave…” Milk was trying to understand what was going on there, and she was worried about what could’ve happened to make Love come back before the DJ was kicking her out, which was usually how it went. “You… you know this isn’t your room, right? You’re next door.” Milk pointed.

The taller girl widened her eyes, startled as she saw those cute eyes filling up with tears. Now she was even more worried, not even knowing how to act anymore.

“I know where I am!” Love almost screamed, frowning her face and stomping her foot into the floor. Milk wasn’t sure what she did wrong, but now she found out she’d never want to make that girl angry. “But you weren’t at the party..” 

“Yeah I.. I told you, right? I have an early game tomorrow, and I was already tired.” By now she was feeling awkward talking there standing at her door. Anyone could pass by and see that… and she wasn’t even sure what the hell was that. But she didn’t want anyone to see Love drunk as she was and maybe talk badly about her. At the same time, Milk was a little afraid to say something wrong and receive a harsh reaction from that drunk Love. 

“I know.” In the blink of an eye, Love’s anger seemed to dissipate, and now the girl was pouting, looking down. It was so adorable, Milk had to hold back her smile. “But I was there… and I missed you there…” Love looked up, gazing into Milk’s eyes with those giant dark bobba eyes, pouting. “I wanted to see you… So can I sleep here?”

Sober Love was bold and flirty. But drunk Love was bolder than anyone. She took a step forward, wrapping her arms around Milk’s waist- which was all she could reach, after all. Her body fit perfectly under Milk’s head, like she was meant to be there all the time. She pressed her cheek into Milk’s chest, breathing in deep. All the confusion she felt at the party was now gone, all of her feelings and sensations taken by Milk. If being drunk made Love’s senses more strong, now she was feeling Milk’s embrace better than ever as the taller girl wrapped her arms around Love, closing around her. Love felt like Milk’s arms were separating her from the outside world, welcoming her into something that was just theirs. She was so into it that she didn’t notice she had actually walked, as Milk pulled her into the bedroom. Just when Milk left her to close the door, Love looked around, trying to absorb Milk’s room. But her vision was too blurry by now, her drunkenness mixing with how tired she was. So she just turned to Milk and grinned before sitting on the bed.

Milk, being sober and aware, was still confused with what was going on. But she was thinking that Love sleeping in her bedroom would definitely be safer than Love wandering around like that. Still, she felt a little bad for sleeping with a drunken girl. 

“I have to wake up early tomorrow…” She tried to talk her out of it. But it had no effect on a drunk and decided Love.

“I know…” Love managed to grab Milk’s hand, pulling her. “You woke up early for me today, so I’ll wake up early for you tomorrow!” 

That angry and pouty Love from the hallway seemed to have gone away, like she never existed. Now there was only a sleepy and smiley Love, grinning at Milk with the most adorable look in her eyes. Milk knew she was the sober one, so she had to control herself and control the situation. But it was hard as hell to control herself in front of those bobba eyes. And with Love pulling them towards each other. 

“You’re wearing your costume. And makeup.” Again, Milk tried to shove some sense into Love’s head. 

“I don’t caaaare.” Again, Love showed how drunk she was. Letting go of Milk’s hand, she let her body fall into the mattress, sliding so she could lie down next to the wall, leaving some space on the bed for Milk. She raised her arms, clenching her hands like a kid asking to be held. “Come lie down.” 

Even though she was drunk, Love’s gaze was now soft and she had a peaceful smile on her lips. Her eyelids were heavy, almost closing. So Milk sighed and gave up, laying on the bed as well. As soon as her body touched the mattress, Love slid her hands around it and rested her head over Milk’s chest. Finally closing her eyes, Love could hear Milk’s heart pounding and her chest rising irregularly. 

“Are you nervous Milk?” Love’s voice was hazy, Milk could tell she was almost falling asleep. Her breath was tickling Milk’s neck a little bit, but it was a cozy type of tickle.

“Maybe a little.” She wrapped one of her arms around Love, pulling her closer, as her other hand caressed the reddish hair. Love was smelling a little bit like alcohol, but she still had a slight scent of strawberry coming from her hair. “There’s a pretty girl in my bed…”

Milk could feel Love’s smile forming, squeezed against her chest. The smaller girl snuggled closer, rubbing her cheek on her like a kitten. She felt something that could only be a peck on her neck, before the hazy voice whispered.

“I’m glad it’s me.”

Milk didn’t dare to move or say anything else, afraid that Love would move out of their embrace. She wasn’t even sure the girl was asleep by now, but their silence dragged for minutes, both of them just breathing and feeling their bodies moving softly together. Eventually, they fell asleep, intertwined like that. 

Chapter Text

“Oh my god, turn it OFF!” 

Love groaned and covered her head, disappearing under the sheets. The alarm was going off loudly, buzzing on the table next to the bed. Love was still too tired after the whole day yesterday and the party. Even if she had decided to ditch the party earlier than it ended, she still felt like she didn’t get enough sleep.

But it wasn’t her alarm. And this wasn’t her bed. She remembered it because, after pulling the sheets all to herself, another pair of hands pulled it back. Milk’s hands.

“Milk!” She sat up, uncovering herself. “I’m so sorry. You have a game in no time, I shouldn’t be here bothering you.”

Love was startled and too worried about being inconvenient to actually give attention to all of the shame running through her body and mind right now. Thankfully, she did remember coming to Milk’s bedroom last night, and everything she had said to the girl. She knew where she was and she was almost sure she didn’t forget anything from the party and her journey after. But still, Love would never have done that completely sober. So she did feel shy. Anyway, she was more worried about being in Milk’s way and making the girl mad at her at the moment.

As always, Milk was much more relaxed than Love. Still laying down, she grabbed the smaller girl’s hand and pulled her back.

“Relax Love, we can lay for ten more minutes. I set like five alarms so I wouldn’t miss the time.” Milk’s voice was lazy, her eyes still closed. 

With that pull, Love plopped down exactly where she was laying before. Which was inside Milk’s arms, pressed between the girl and the wall of the bedroom. Funny enough, on the other side of that wall was Love’s own room. She probably slept the whole night- well, at least since she came back from the party- in that position, but now that she was awake and aware of it, Love couldn’t relax. While Milk still had her eyes closed, breathing slowly, Love laid wide-eyed, scanning everything she could see without moving. With the corner of her eye she could see Milk, cozy and relaxed as her left arm was under Love’s back, kind of hugging her, and her right arm laid on her belly. She could see they were covered by the sheets, Milk wearing her Eagles’ pajama and Love still on her rainbow dress, that was a bit too tangled up, almost leaving her half naked. She could see Milk’s desk full of random stuff, kind of messy, the cellphone resting on top of it. Now, it had finally stopped ringing, but from what Milk had said it’d probably scream again in about ten minutes. The wardrobe doors were closed, just an Eagles’ hoodie hanging from the door.

After looking around, Love closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Now she could feel her body. Her body pressed against Milk’s body . Milk’s arm was obviously under her, after the girl pulled her down. But the single bed and Milk being so tall were making them touch in so many more places. The whole upper side of Love’s body was pressed against Milk. She could feel the girl’s breathing moving up and down, as it moved her own body as well. Her head rested comfortably on Milk's shoulder. Love had already noticed that during the bus trip, but that shoulder was really cozy and amazing to rest on. And her lower body. Love’s hips were just touching Milk’s, but their legs were completely intertwined. It was even a bit funny to see that her own feet stopped just a little after Milk’s knees. But Love couldn’t move them properly, since Milk’s legs were tossed to the side, over Love’s legs. It made perfect sense, since Love had invaded her single bed and Milk had very long legs, so she had to find a way to actually lay down at the same time she opened space for Love. But right now, her mind wasn’t really interested in sense and practical meanings. She was just freaking out about having slept with Milk, apparently entangled into her body. And by the way Milk pulled her back to sleep and wrapped her arms around her small body, Love could guess they had spent most of the night in each other’s arms. Too bad she couldn’t remember what she did when she was sleeping… 

Love tried to tilt her head a little bit, to see Milk’s face better. She still had her eyes closed, but a sly grin appeared when she sensed Love’s movement. 

“You’re not sleeping.”

“Neither are you.”

Finally, Milk opened her eyes, looking at the small girl. 

“I like to rest my eyes before properly waking up.” She yawned, using her free hand to cover her mouth. After that, she poked Love’s nose. “But looking at you is okay too.” 

Now Love couldn’t ignore feeling shy. She was sure her cheeks were burning red and she could only giggle, closing her eyes and burying her face into Milk’s shoulder.

Saved by the bell, she heard the second alarm storm off, making them both shrink themselves. Milk sat on the bed, freeing her hand from behind Love’s back. The smaller girl took the opportunity to pull the sheets back over her body, feeling too exposed after the whole night. Milk managed to just stretch her arm and turn down the alarm for good now, not even standing up from the bed. After doing so, she just twisted her neck to look at Love, covered to her nose. 

“Is someone shy?” She teased, still grinning.

“I… Of course. I shouldn’t even be here…” The girl pulled the sheets higher, covering herself completely now. But just for a second, because Milk quickly turned back at her and pulled the sheets down again, leaning way too close to Love’s face. 

“You weren’t shy last night, Lovergirl.” 

Love felt her chin falling open, shocked at Milk’s suggestive tone. And how close she was. Love could feel Milk’s morning breath. 

“Okay shut up. I remember everything I did, okay.” She narrowed her eyes and Milk mirrored her. “And I know I just came here to sleep.”

“Yeah.” The taller girl pinched Love’s cheek. “You came here begging to sleep with me.” 

Love was too embarrassed to answer that, so she just started chuckling and used her still covered feet to kick Milk, making the girl complain and give her the tongue. This was too awkward, but Love was still thankful for her drunk self to have come here. 

In the middle of their teasing and laughing, they heard a knock on the door. Milk stood up calmly to answer it. Love, on the other hand, panicked and hid herself under the sheets again. She thought she didn’t want anyone to see her there.

That was until she heard that voice. 

“Hey, good morning to you.”

That was the voice of that girl. The basketball bitch who kissed Milk and was clearly trying to get with her again. But Love wouldn’t miss this chance.

She jumped from the bed, suddenly not tired or shy. She stood behind Milk, leaning her chin on the girl’s shoulder. 

“Good morning to you too!” She flashed her best wicked smile, before Milk could even answer. Love couldn't see Milk's face from this angle, but she felt the girl smile, her cheeks bumping into Love's.

And Love could also see all the things going through that basketball girl’s mind. She recognized Love- who wouldn’t? She was the cheer captain and popular in the university team. And she immediately understood that Love wouldn’t just be in Milk’s bedroom for no reason at 6am, especially in her party clothes. She had clearly slept there. And Love was making sure the girl could see in her own eyes that she was being possessive as hell of the tall girl. They stared at each other for a while, Milk standing there in between. The tension was so big Love felt like she could hold it with her own hands, but she wouldn’t be the one to break their stare.

Kapook was actually the one who did it. She came from the room across the hallway and patted on the girl’s head.

“Let’s go, they’re awake. Keep moving.” She pushed the girl’s shoulders, forcing her to move to the next door. “We’re just making sure everyone on the basketball team is awake for the game. Love, please don’t make my player late.” Without giving them any time to answer, Kapook closed the door and moved on.

With that, Love stepped back, feeling embarrassed again. She couldn’t control herself sometimes, and the aftermath always made her feel like she was too much. But just as the day before, Milk didn’t seem to notice or bother with the whole exchange between Love and that other girl. Or didn’t care. She shrugged and sat back on the bed. She was acting so cool and normal… while Love was freaking out on the inside, trying to understand what all of that- from yesterday’s act to this last tension- meant for Milk. For them. 

“Okay I guess I have to get ready…” 

Unlike Love, Milk just started gathering her things, not worried about making the bed. Love always made the bed, first thing in the morning. But Milk was focused on her backpack, getting her uniforms, cleats, wallet, all that stuff.

“I think this is my cue to go.” She said, not even sure how to act.

“Oh. Yeah.” Love definitely didn’t expect Milk to agree so easily. Her face probably gave her in, since Milk’s expression changed. “No! I don’t mean I want you to go. I mean you should change and have a shower or whatever. So you can go on the bus with me, for the game.”

Milk was adorable. And that made Love relax a little, melting for the girl. She did want to go with her, otherwise she’d probably go back to sleep. 

“Okay… I will then.” Love started turning around to open the door, but Milk’s hand covered her wrist, pulling her back.

“Love? Are you okay?” Her tone was serious, nothing like the easy and humorous exchange they were having since they woke up. Love frowned, and Milk tried to explain herself. “You came back from the party earlier than everyone else, and you were really drunk. I hope you didn’t mind that I slept on the same bed as you…” 

She was clearly worried about passing a limit, and worried about Love. While Love was worried about bothering Milk. By now, she could understand the player wasn’t mad at her at all.

“Oh, I’m fine… I wouldn’t complain about sleeping with you.” Sometimes, Love was bold even when she was shy. And when she was, she was good at it. “That’s why I came back from the party, you know.”

Milk blushed, biting her lip. Her hand was still holding Love’s wrist, but it wasn’t strong. It was just a light connection between them.

“I thought that was just drunk talk…” Her shy smile showed that Milk liked something about that.

“You know, they say drunk people tell the truth…” Love joked, moving her arm to slide her hand into Milk’s. She winked at the girl before finally leaving. She knew she was needing a shower badly, and was even afraid if Milk thought she was smelly. Morning breath and the smell of a party filled with alcohol and different people dancing and grumping into her definitely didn’t smell good. 

–

Love found herself sitting at the benches of the locker room once again. The basketball team was changing into their uniforms, talking to the coach and deciding on some strategies for today’s game. And Love was just… sitting there. Like a trophy wife. Milk was looking seriously at a board, trying to understand what she should do. Hanging with the team, Love learnt the party girl’s name, seeing it written on her back. Still, she preferred to call her basketball bitch. But her eyes weren’t on that girl anymore. They were on her girl, noticing how pretty Milk was when she was focused, how her hair cascading down her shoulders while still wearing the jersey was silky and shiny, how the look in her eyes shifted as soon as she nodded to the coach and turned her attention back to Love. She instinctively smiled, welcoming Milk back. The taller girl walked towards her with that goddamn grin on her face. 

“I have no idea what I’m doing on that court.” She said, still holding her smile, pretending she wasn’t even talking. It caught Love by surprise, after she saw Milk talking so seriously to the coach.

“What?” She giggled, but tried not to call too much attention. Milk was clearly trying to hide how lost she was. “You were so focused there!”

“I was pretending!” Milk widened her eyes and squatted, levelling her high with Love. “You’ve seen me play. I suck at this.” She sighed and dropped her head on Love’s knees. 

“Hey hey hey!” She tapped on Milk’s head, making her look up. “It doesn't matter that you suck.”

“Oh thanks a lot, Love.” Milk was ironic.

“Let me finish.” She grabbed Milk’s chin. She liked doing that the first time when they were walking around the neighborhood, and now she wanted to do that over and over again. “What matters is that you’re on the team and you need to do whatever you are capable of.” She nodded, and Milk tried to smile at her. “Even if that’s the worst performance in basketball ever.” 

That at least got Milk laughing, laying her forehead on Love’s legs again. This girl was so funny that making her laugh made Love feel like she won the lottery. Milk made her happy and giggly, so she wanted to do the same for her.

“Okay I’ll take that.” Unfortunately, Milk stood up, looking around. “We have to go inside the court to warm up… Can you take my backpack to the benches with you?”

“You mean the bleachers?”

“No, I mean the benches.” Milk casually tied her hair up in a ponytail. Love could swear she was doing that as slow as possible to show off her muscles in the process. “You spent the night with a player, you should sit there.” Milk winked with a mischievous grin and left Love behind, going to the court. 

Love wasn’t even sure how she felt right now. She hoped nobody had heard that as she looked around, shocked. She was sure that her cheeks were burning red. But she couldn’t hold back her grin. Milk being bold and flirty was something she had never seen happen before, so she felt special being able to see that face of Milk. Part of Love also felt a little jealous just to imagine that at some point someone else also had that Milk… she wanted it all to herself. 

As if she was hearing Love’s thoughts, Kapook sat down next to the girl.

“I didn’t know cats were so possessive.” 

Love shook her head, not expecting that interaction. She didn’t talk much with Kapook, just when the girl was with Earn or Ciize, who she was closer to. And those times were usually at parties or with big groups- their relationship was almost a big group by itself-, so Kapook approaching her like that was unusual. Especially with that little joke.

“What do you mean?” Love tried to pretend she didn’t get the double meaning.

“Come on Love, you’re not stupid. I saw you today marking your territory, and I’ve been seeing you hovering around Milk for weeks now.” Kapook’s voice was low, probably worried about not letting everyone on the team hear their conversation. Love appreciated it, and didn’t deny what the player was saying. She had a feeling that if Kapook came after her, she’d actually have something to say. “Earn told me you like her. Not that she had to, I think anyone looking can notice it.”

Love looked over at her friend, furrowing her eyebrows. She sighed and closed her eyes, feeling like a loser. Just a few months ago, she’d never been in this situation. She was wanted and she did anything her body desired, having fun with any girl. But now the only thing she desires depends completely on Milk. If Milk didn’t want to kiss her, if she didn’t want to spend time with her, if she didn’t want her back, Love could do nothing about it except be sad and humiliated.

“I’m looking stupid, right?” 

“Girl, what?” Kapook’s tone was louder now, the last girl exiting the locker room. At least they had a bit more privacy for Love to feel mortified. “You two are cute as hell. You clearly like Milk and Milk is clearly startled about being chasen by you.”

“What?” This wasn’t what she was expecting.

“Am I stuttering?” Wow, Kapook was fierce too. Her eyes were wide open as she stared at Love. Even sitting down, she was still taller than the cheerleader. Love felt like everyone around her was taller. “It’s obvious that you like Milk, but it’s also obvious that she likes you too. I’ve never seen her talk about any girl, or parade any girl around like you. And I’ve known her for like four years by now.” Love was too amazed to speak, just nodding, so Kapook kept talking. “But you need to get a grip, Love. It’s cute being jealous, but it might make Milk more confused than she already is.”

“Milk’s confused?” Love was confused. How could Milk be confused? 

“Oh my god you’re worse than your friends.” Kapook shook her head. “Look, Milk’s my friend. But you’re Earn’s and Ciize’s friend. So I thought that I might talk to you after I saw you two in her room this morning. But if I’m butting in too much, I can just shut up.”

“No!” This was brand new information, and Love couldn’t be happier to receive it. So she jumped from the bench, standing in front of Kapook.

The girl laughed, amused by how Love was acting.

“Okay. So let’s go. You like Milk.” She gazed at Love, who nodded slowly. “And I know you two already smashed faces, you spend some time together, you sleep together, you try to shoot anyone dead with your eyes if they try to talk to Milk…”

“We didn’t sleep together.” Love tried to explain herself, but Kapook just waved a hand to shut her up.

“Whatever, that’s not the point.” She held Love’s shoulders, trying to focus the girl. “The point is you’re popular. And cute. And you’ve kissed half of the girls on our university course.”

“Hey, what’s with the slut shaming?” Love felt that to her heart. 

“I’m not shaming you. Who am I to talk, I literally have two girlfriends and an open relationship.” 

Love giggled, easing into the conversation. She could see why her friends liked Kapook. Apart from being hot as hell- she couldn’t be blind in front of that body- the girl was caring and funny. 

“My point is you can’t ignore that you have a reputation, girl. And Milk knows it.” Kapook spoke carefully, trying not to offend Love. “I know you like her because you’re best friends with Earn and Ciize. But how can Milk know that she’s not just another girl to you?”

“She’s not! I’ve never spent so many weeks with just one girl before.” Love was trying to defend herself, even though she knew Kapook wasn’t attacking her.

“I know that Love, but Milk doesn’t. All she knows is that you like to kiss her at parties. You have to say it to her.”

Love sighed and threw her head back. She could hear Kapook chuckling a bit. 

“But why do I have to say something? She hasn't said anything either.”

“Well, you can leave it up to her.” Kapook was done with the talk, standing up with her bag. She did have a whole basketball game to play… “But while you’re too afraid to claim your girl, there could be someone else doing that.” She nodded towards the court, where Milk was running around with the ball. And that girl approached her with a water bottle in her hand and a smirk on her lips.

Love breathed deeply, processing everything Kapook had said. If Milk liked her, she’d make sure to show the girl she was special, not just another fast crush. And that she wanted Milk all to herself. No space for basketball bitch. 

—

“Did you know you’re the best basketball player?” Love grinned as a sweat covered Milk sat down next to her on the bench. Sitting was a way of saying it. The girl actually fell down on the bench, almost fainting. 

“Love.” She took her time breathing. “You don’t have to lie to me.” Another deep breath. Love passed her the thermal water bottle, Milk clearly needed some cold water. “I can survive knowing I suck at basketball.”

“Well, you’re the only player that can make me enjoy watching it. I think that should count as being good!” She tried to widen her grin, glancing blissfully at the girl next to her. Milk just rolled her eyes and pet Love’s head. 

She could have that for now.

“Are you feeling well? Why did you leave the game?” 

“I left because I suck.” Just as she caught her breath, Milk was back at throwing jokes.

“Did the coach seriously kick you out?” Love was shocked. She had seen that happen in cheerleading- she was even the one to kick some people out-, but it seemed harsh to do that in the middle of a game.

“No…” Milk laughed. “He just put someone better in my place for the last quarter. We need to score so we can go to the finals tomorrow.” The girl stretched her body and slid on the bench so she could fit better, her head leaning against the back of the bench now. “And I need to rest a little for the football match. I won’t be able to have a time out then.”

Love grinned again, turning completely to Milk, ignoring the game happening on the court. That was true: Milk was the only thing that made her pay attention or get close to liking basketball. Now, it wasn’t interesting. Most things weren’t interesting if she compared them to Milk.

“That’s because you actually are the best football player.” Love swayed her eyebrows and finally got a shiny and white grin from Milk.

“Okay in that case you’re right.” She nodded, proud of her own abilities.

“Oh, now you’re cocky!” 

“I have to own the things I do well, okay!” Milk lifted her hands to her chest, being dramatic. But she didn’t expect Love to be so sharp today. 

“I think you should definitely own some more things.” She said in a serious tone, staring directly at Milk. The girl shook her head, not sure she was right about the meaning behind Love’s words. The player was so startled she even sat up straight again, gulping down. It was fun to see Milk like this just because of her. Love easened her expression, deciding to let this one go for the good of the team. With the most innocent tone ever, she asked. “Can you explain to me this whole quarters thing?” 

Milk sighed, still a little wide-eyed, noticeably relieved to change into a safer subject. 

They spent the last fifteen minutes of the game like that, with Milk teaching Love a little more about basketball. Even if Milk wasn’t the biggest fan of playing it- and actually did suck at it-, Love wanted to understand it better for the next games she’d watch. According to her plan, she’d have to watch a lot more basketball games in the future. 

With the end of the game, the team gathered around the benches to listen to the coach and pat each other’s backs. It was weird, they were winning with ease, and ensured their spot in the final, but they weren’t nearly as excited as the football team seemed to get with every small win. Love could see Kapook was standing next to Milk, both of them pushing each other in excitement. Maybe this team just wasn’t as friendly as the other one… At least Milk and Kapook were close.

And the basketball team also had something Love didn’t like. That basketball bitch was there. Obviously, she had to be there, gathering with the team, since she was in the team. But Love wished that girl would just vanish from her world. 

“Hey, shouldn’t we do this gathering someplace else? Where just the team could hear us?” Of course that bitch was looking at Love, annoyed by her presence there. Well, it was mutual. But before Love could say anything, Kapook took over.

“Love’s literally on the sports’ team administration. She knows things even before you.” Her tone was so cold and ironic. Kapook had many faces, Love was learning this morning. “Stop bothering and let the coach talk. You’re someone who needs to play better tomorrow if we want the gold.” 

Love glanced at Kapook, seeing the girl wink and flash a grin at her. She had to contain a chuckle, not wanting for things to escalate. She just needed the girl to stay away from Milk, no need for a bigger fight right now. 

—

After basketball, they had to walk all the way to the other gymnasium, the bigger one, because Milk had a football game almost as soon as the basketball ended. They had called Kapook to walk with them, but the girl had to go back to the dorm to wake Earn before meeting everyone at the gym. It secretly made Love happy, because she was always craving some alone time with Milk. Even if during these short two days they had spent more time together than ever in their lives. 

“I have a new strawberry thing.” Love poked Milk as they walked into the gym. The taller girl looked gently at her, waiting for Love to finish her sentence. She was always so interested in what she was talking about. The kindest girl ever. “Do you want to see it?”

“Always.” Milk’s smile was Love’s favorite thing by now, and it was becoming more and more easier to win one. This one was easy, soft. But she had many more.

“Here.” Love took a small chapstick from her backpack’s front pocket. “It smells and tastes like strawberry!”

Milk widened her eyes, still smiling. “That’s so you!”

Love scrunched her nose, not sure if Milk was just completely oblivious to everything, or if the girl was purposely making herself look dumb. But Love was on a mission today. Apart from enjoying Milk’s company- something she was becoming addicted to-, she was decided to show Milk that she was special, and make the girl want her even more. So much that she wouldn’t have any desire left for any other girls. 

“I actually thought of you when I found this.” She knew that’d make Milk curious.

“Oh? How’s that?” Milk leaned back at the court’s net as they reached the benches. Love was becoming used to being down there, instead of sitting on the bleachers with the rest of the crowd. She liked feeling special, like she was Milk’s date at the game. Milk was good at making her feel like that… maybe Love should learn that from her. 

“You have to go warm up now, right?” Love said with an innocent tone in her voice. With that, Milk shook her head, confused with the apparent sudden change of subject. She looked at Love, then at the court, where the rest of the team was already practicing passes and shooting at the goal.

“Yes… But what’s-”

“Here!” Love grabbed Milk’s hand, cutting her mid sentence. She pulled the girl down, making her lean over herself. Their gazes locked, and she could see Milk was startled. Her eyes were wide and her chin fell open. Love maintained her cool, feeling confident on this one. She passed the chapstick carefully over her lips, noticing Milk’s eyes following the movement tracing her mouth. She could swear she saw the girl gulping. “You’ll remember me even playing!”

Love stretched her neck, hovering over Milk’s lips for a second. Now, there was no trace of a grin on the taller girl’s face, she was just blushing and biting her mouth like a mess. Love, on the other hand, couldn’t help but smile seeing her effect on her crush. But now wasn’t the time to actually kiss her. So she tilted her head, placing a kiss on Milk’s soft cheek. It honestly took all of Love’s self control not to move her head just a little and kiss Milk’s lips. They were so close, and her scent made Love feel drunk, crazy for her taste. It was too difficult. But she had to maintain her focus. Milk had to know she wasn’t on this just for kissing. 

With that, Love sat down on the bench, pulling Milk’s backpack with her. The player didn’t even say anything, just bit her lower lip, a noticeably proud smile growing on her face, her eyes shining. Love smiled back, winking at Milk. She saw the girl running inside the court, apparently with more energy than a few seconds before.

“You have something on your face, Pansa.” Love could hear Namtan teasing Milk, pointing at the red kiss marked on her cheek. Her friend had a humorous but knowing smile on her face. “HA! You better score her a goal after this!” She pushed Milk before running towards the line to practice penalty shoots. 

Milk shook her head and quickly glanced at Love before following Namtan. But she didn’t wipe the chapstick mark, making Love giggle alone at the bench. The possibility of being heart broken was scary, but feeling like this right now was so nice.

And Milk did score. Love was truly amazed by it. During those 50 minutes, Milk was giving all of herself on the court. She really didn’t have a single moment to rest, just like she had said earlier. Milk was running around the court, going from her usual spot as a pivot to the back, trying to carry the ball up to the penalty area. Love couldn’t even understand where all that energy came from, after seeing the girl almost faint during the basketball game. She noticed that when Milk was heavily focused like on this game her face shifted completely. That smiley and friendly girl was now looking like a force of nature. If Love didn’t know Milk outside of the game, she’d be truly afraid of the girl. She looked like she would be able to tear anyone and anything down to reach her objectives. 

Love had never seen her like this. Apart from being impressed by Milk’s ability, Love was also thinking that was kind of… hot. She had seen Milk being more assertive and bold. From way up close. Watching Milk frown her face and lok deadly to any girl from the other team only made Love remember how rasp her voice could become and how well Milk knew how to use her muscles. This aggressive side of Milk was meddling with something inside of her. In the middle of the screaming and cheering, she found herself drinking from Milk’s water bottle, needing to cool herself down. Her imagination was way too good, and she didn’t think it’d be nice to take the best player out of the court just so she could make out with her on the spot.

Also, she was afraid Milk wouldn’t even want that at the moment. The girl was busy. She had already scored two goals and the look in her eyes made everyone aware that she wanted more. Being honest, Love was a little bit bothered, because apart from glancing at her at the benches, Milk hadn’t done anything really explicit to dedicate the goals to Love. She knew the girl wasn’t obliged to do that, but Love got kind of used to it from the last games, so now she was missing it. Still, she was enjoying the game. Watching Milk play only made Love more into her, even if she was a tad disappointed. 

By now, there were only five minutes left of the game and their team was already pretty secure. Having won the first game, and now winning by 2x0, they were surely in the final tomorrow. But this team was too good, and the girls cared too much about each other, so they were still playing with everything they had. Also, they seemed to be having fun controlling the game. Love wasn’t so sure about Milk. She still looked aggressive and decided. Love saw her kick the ball so many times during those last few minutes of the game, and so strongly, like never before. Even Namtan was looking at her wide eyed. 

One of those kicks finally made it in, from the middle of the court, so strong that the goalkeeper couldn’t even try to do anything about it. It was amazing how strong Milk’s leg was. The whole team ran towards the player and jumped on top of her, calling her name and cheering. That whole mess was enough to end with the few seconds left, and the game ended with the screams of the Eagles’ team and crowd echoing inside the gym.

Milk finally appeared in the middle of the girls, her hair now messy from the pile up and she had no more aggressive look on her face. Now, she was smiling from ear to ear, completely red from all the running around she did. She looked around, trying to find something on the court, until her eyes landed on Love, who was jumping and screaming from the bench. Her smile was also as big as the world, proud as hell of her girl. When she noticed Milk was looking at her, Love clapped her hands, super excited. She saw Milk waving, still from inside the court and in the middle of the girls, and waved back. But Milk shook her head, and Love understood she wasn’t waving. She was shaking her hands calling Love to come inside the court. She didn’t even know if that was allowed, but she would never say no to Milk, so she ran towards her girl.

“Heyyy superstar! Now I can affirm you’re the best player ever.” Love stood in front of Milk, so excited that she was jumping on the same spot. She wanted to hug her so badly. 

“I’ll accept it now!” Milk’s smile seemed to get wider. She placed her hands on Love’s shoulders, leaning in. She had to speak loud and near Love’s ear for her to hear it in the middle of the noise. “Did you see what I did?”

“Of course! I saw everything!” 

“No, no!” Milk shook her head, chuckling a little. Love was confused now. “What I did, the three goals. It’s a hat trick!” Love had no fucking idea what that meant, but Milk seemed to be so excited about it that she could only nod and smile back.

“Girl, she has no idea what it means.” Namtan said, resting her elbow on Love’s head and laughing. “It’s a thing in football, Love. You make three goals, we call it a hat trick. Few people can do it.” Love nodded, glad her friend had stepped in. Namtan pinched Milk’s cheek: “But your girl here made it! She was so focused!” 

Milk didn’t seem to mind or even notice Namtan there. She kept her hands on Love, her eyes still focused on the small girl. 

“I made it for you! The hat trick. I figured it would be cooler than just a normal goal.” She was so proud. And now Love could understand why the girl was so focused and aggressive during the game. Why she had tried so hard in the last few minutes to put that ball inside the goal anyway possible. She needed to make a third goal to close the hat trick- whatever that was. Love still couldn’t understand completely why that name was so special. But it was important for Milk, so it was important for her too. 

After this cute sportsy way of winning her over, Love didn’t even mind anymore. She shrieked and jumped into Milk’s arms, squeezing the girl’s body into a tight hug. Pressing against her chest, she could feel Milk giggling and she embraced Love as well, snuggling her. Milk was sweaty and she kind of smelled bad, but this was so far Love’s favourite part of this day. Maybe even from this whole trip. 

—

“Hey pink girl!”

Love jumped a little when she felt hands on her back and around her waist. But she soon recognized Sonya’s bronze hair, and also her cheer uniform. It was obvious that all the cheerleaders at the olympics had chosen their cheer uniforms to wear during the Team’s themed party. Love even felt bad for people who had to wear normal teams’ merch. They all looked so bland next to the cheer uniforms.

“Hi Sonya!” Love was so happy from her whole day that her sympathy was peaking. “I love your uniform.” It was indeed pretty. The orange sparkles in it matched Sonya’s hair, and the simple white design was flattering to the girl’s body. Love couldn’t not notice that Sonya had an amazing body, her curves were perfectly sculpted, and a flat stomach peaked between the crop top and the short skirt.

“Well, that is definitely a compliment coming from the girl with the most beautiful uniform in the whole olympics.” Sonya was a charmer. And a good one. Love noticed her hands were still casually on her waist. “Where’s your pink drink tonight?”

That made Love smile, with a delicious feeling on her chest. 

“Oh I’m waiting for it, actually.” She nodded at the tall girl coming towards them with two cups. Milk wasn’t wearing a cheerleading outfit, but she looked just as stunning. She wore their team’s sweatpants, an Eagles’ sports bra and a windbreaker on top of everything. Even showing very little skin, just glancing at those abs made Love lose her breath for a second. It had happened many times since they left the dorm. 

“Here is your drink, Love.” Milk smiled kindly at her. So cute. “Hey! You’re a cheerleader too!” Miss sympathy smiled at Sonya, pointing at the girl’s uniform. 

“Yes! And you’re definitely a player, with that killer body.” Sonya’s eyes scanned Milk’s body, her hands still on the other girl’s waist. Love tensed up, ready to intervene if Sonya tried anything with Milk. She wasn’t even sure she could compete with that girl. 

Luckily, Milk didn’t even flinch at the complement. She just nodded and took a sip of her drink, her eyes scanning Sonya. 

“Do you know Love from cheerleading?” 

Love narrowed her eyes. She knew she was jealous. But was Milk jealous of her too? She asked that question with such a light tone that it didn’t seem like the case. But why else would she ask that?

“Well, I’ve known who she was because of cheer.” Sonya’s smile was too damn good. And dangerous. “But we met at yesterday’s party. Love made me try so many pink drinks…” Sonya blinked charmingly at both of them. Love could see Milk’s eyes widening and her eyebrows raising. She glanced at Love with a curious look on her face. 

Love quickly removed Sonya’s hands from her waist and tried to stand closer to Milk.

“Hey Sonya! Where’s your girlfriend?” She said, trying to show Milk they hadn’t done anything the previous night.

“Who?” The girl furrowed her eyebrows. “Oh you mean Mhee?” A soft chuckle escaped from her lips. “She’s not my girlfriend, Love. She’s my best friend.” 

“Oh. You two were so close yesterday…”

“Just because she’s my best friend it doesn’t mean we can’t be… close.” Sonya took the subject as a chance to step again closer to Love. “We’re like, friends with benefits. You can call it that. But we’re not exclusive.” Her gaze was deadly. Love didn’t even dare to look at the girl. 

“Hey! I’ll go there with the football team, okay?” Milk’s eyes were as big as they could be by now, and she had a nervous smile on her face. Before Love could answer anything, she walked away, towards where Ciize and Namtan were talking. 

“Why does it feel like she was a little mad?” Sonya glanced at Milk, before turning her attention back to Love. “Am I stepping into something?” 

Love’s eyes were still glued to Milk, sad to see the girl walking away from her. She sighed and closed her eyes, before looking at Sonya again.

“Not something… at least not yet. Do you think she was really mad?” 

“Girl, she ran away from here because she couldn’t stand to see you with me. That’s something.” Sonya said that, chuckling, but then bit her lower lip, looking at Love’s body with a hint of lust. “Too bad for me. I was really hoping…” The girl shook her head. “Anyway. Do you want to make that girl more jealous? We can annoy her until she comes back to claim you.” Sonya winked at Love with a teasing tone. That girl. Was. Good. 

“Sonya…” Just like last night, Love knew that in any other context she’d be already kissing Sonya, feeling her body under the cheerleading uniform. It was a shame that, with Milk at the party, she didn’t even feel the desire to kiss anyone else. 

“It’s okay babe, I won’t break up a cute couple. Even if you’re not a couple yet.” Love was finding out that apart from clearly being a womanizer, Sonya was also cool. 

“Do you think we'll actually become a couple?” Love had spent the whole day trying to be confident and bold, but deep down she was worried Milk wasn't on the same page as her. 

“Love. That girl almost threw up when she saw me flirting with you.” Sonya placed her hands on Love's waist and before the girl could complain, she turned them, so she'd face Milk and the football team  “And right now she's pretending to talk to your friends, trying hard not to make it obvious that she's paying attention to you.”

Love could feel her cheeks burning from that information. Milk was paying attention to her! Worried that she was with this beautiful girl… That must mean they were on the same page.

“Okay… I think I'll..”

“Go get your girl.” Sonya said with a beautiful smile. “But if it doesn't work, I'll be here.” She winked. Devilish girl.

Love finished her drink before walking towards Milk. Having mutual friends made everything so much easier. She just smiled at Namtan and the girl stretched her arm towards Love, letting her fit easily into the group.

“Lovergirl, the party just started and you’re already mingling.” Namtan pushed Love into a side hug, messing with her. “It’s difficult to keep up with you.” 

Love rolled her eyes. She could physically feel Milk’s presence in the circle, but she was trying her best to act naturally. It would definitely be too much to be glued to her hip during the whole party. It’s not like she didn’t want to, but she wanted to give the girl her space. If they spend the party together, it should be natural. But that didn’t mean Love would let Namtan’s teasing create some kind of misunderstanding between them. She had to make sure Milk knew Sonya wasn’t one of Love’s girls.

“Actually I met her yesterday. Ciize introduced me to her.” 

Namtan narrowed her eyes. Love knew she wanted to help Love get with her friend, but the girl wouldn’t miss a cue to tease and be funny.

“Oh you two are too wicked.” Her voice was heavy with undertones. Milk, standing by her side, was not so subtly looking the furthest away she could from the whole exchange.

But Ciize was the one to intervene, saving Love’s ass.

“Oh Soya wishes!” Her giggle was adorable even when she was talking about the dirtiest things ever. It wasn’t hard to understand how Ciize managed to conquer two girlfriends, apart from all the other girls she kissed casually. “Love bailed on us so I had to kiss her all by myself.”

“Oh, so you didn’t kiss her.” Namtan raised her voice, trying to catch Milk’s attention. Just as her friend wasn’t subtle at all, neither was Milk. She finally gazed back to the girls, sighing in relief. Love took the cue.

“No babe.” She gazed at Milk, smiling softly. “I went back to the dorm earlier yesterday.”

“Lovergirl is in her cozy girl era?” Namtan shook Love’s arms, making her laugh. 

“I think Love is in her drunk girl era.” Milk teased, looking at Namtan. “I’ve heard she tried all the pink drinks available at the bar.” She grabbed Love’s empty cup from her hand. “Today, we have one down.”

“Hey!!” Love protested, feeling targeted. “I was just the right amount of drunk yesterday, okay.” She frowned, making Milk giggle. “And you’re the one who got me this first drink.” 

“Well, if I’m gonna be the one taking care of a drunk kitten, I want to at least know how much you’ve drinken.” Milk was leaning over her with a teasing face, like a little kid. Love gave her the tongue, adjusting to the same mentality. 

“Wait, what?” Namtan’s voice pitched. “How do you know how drunk she was yesterday Milk? You weren’t even at the party.” 

“HA! You need to update, baby.” Ciize laughed. “Drunk Love crashed over at Milk’s bedroom last night.”

“What? How do you know that?” Milk was startled, blushing so hard. Love couldn’t help but giggle, finding her adorable. She was the one being exposed, but Milk was the one feeling shy. 

“My girlfriend woke you two up babe, do you think I wouldn’t know?”

Kapook was a snitch. But Love couldn’t blame her. She’d also tell Milk any gossip as soon as possible. Not that they were dating like the trio. Not yet.

“Love, you’re ridiculous.” Namtan pat Love’s head, messing with her hair. Now she was also shy. But a good kind of shy. It was nice having people know she slept with Milk.

“I’m..” She started to answer, but something caught her eye. It was clearly Film. And clearly too high above everyone else. The girl was almost touching the ceiling. It was obvious what she was doing. “I’m gonna have to go there.” Her tone was deadly.

“Oh no..” Namtan looked over and widened her eyes, smiling nervously at Milk and Ciize. “I think I’m gonna have to save my girl from this.” 

She ran after Love, knowing there was nothing she could do to actually save Film by now. Milk and Ciize were left behind, confused. But they had very different reactions. Cizze just shrugged her shoulders and went away, trying to find someone else to mingle with. The taller girl finished her drink and left both cups at a table before following the cheerleaders. Once she reached them, she could see Film standing tall on top of two other girls’ hands, and Love with her hands on her hips looking like she could kill someone. Not someone. She looked like she could kill Film.

“Get down right now.” Her voice wasn’t loud, but it cut through the music like thunder. Nobody could pretend they haven’t heard it.

“Love, calm down.” Namtan tried to clean up after her girlfriend, but was unsuccessful.

“I will not. Can you please get your girlfriend to the ground.” With that gaze, Namtan couldn’t even think about saying no. She stood behind the stunt, placing her hands on the side of Film’s tights. But the girl just smiled and tapped on her hand.

“Hey babe, do you think you can do a cradle?” She was having too much fun with that. Love narrowed her eyes, knowing that Film was just teasing. She wouldn’t do something so stupid, risking getting kicked out of the team. Namtan obviously didn’t answer, too scared of Love’s hatred, so Film sighed and tapped both of her hands on her tights. “Okay, let me down girls.” 

They dismounted the stunt as Film was still grinning. Love had to admit the girl was the queen of cheerface. But it didn’t make what she was doing any less wrong.

“Film, are you crazy?” Love was mad. Her voice and her body language were threatening, even being shorter than all of the girls involved. Milk was watching it a few steps back, amazed by the energy flowing from Love right now. She would never want to be the target of Love’s hatred, but she couldn’t ignore that the small girl angry and dressed in her cheer uniform was hot as hell. She regretted not having another drink on her hand. She’d love to take a sip while watching that. 

“Chill out Love, I was just integrating with my cheer friends.” She waved at the other girls. Love knew them, they all went to the same camps together during the year, so she knew the girls were good. It still didn’t mean it was safe to stunt in the middle of a party. “I swear I haven’t had a sip of alcohol so far.” 

“Film you know that’s still not safe!” Love couldn’t even believe her friend. They were on the same team for years now, and Film knew all too well that stunting at a party, especially with her uniform on, would be enough to get her kicked out. But Love wouldn’t do that to their best flyer- after her, obviously. “You’re lucky I’m your friend.” She broke her act, pushing Film’s shoulder. 

“I love this special treatment.” Film grinned, showing her dimples and furrowing her nose at Love. 

“That’s why I treat you like the most special girl in the world!” Namtan grabbed Film by the waist and sunk her face on the girl’s neck. Love rolled her eyes watching her friend go from snuggling against each other in the cutest way possible to start kissing and fully making out in the middle of the dancefloor. Now she was almost sure that Film was lying and she had actually drunk before stunting. Maybe even more than one drink. They weren’t usually so… dirty in front of everyone. Those two were just clingy, but they never ate each other's faces in the middle of a crowd like that.

Clearly left behind, Love looked around, trying to find Milk. And she did find the girl. But she was busy. Talking to that basketball bitch. Love felt the anger running back into her veins, heating her body up. Luckily she just had one drink, so she wouldn’t lose control. But she also wouldn’t let it go easy. Controlling her breath, she put on a smile on her face- practicing a cheer face for years was really useful at this moment- and walked towards them. 

“Hey, I’m back, Milk.” Love knew that every little detail could help her case, so she wanted to make it clear that she was with Milk before. And now that she was back, that girl could back away. Still, her attention was completely Milk’s, so she grinned at the taller girl and rested her hand on her back.

“Is everything good back there?” Milk’s attention was hers now, she could see it clearly. SHe turned to face Love and didn't seem to mind the hand on her waist, leaving it like that.

“Oh, yes. Film was just being too crazy… It’s dangerous to stunt drunk, you know?” She gazed directly into Milk’s eyes, doing her best to ignore the basketball girl until she noticed that she wasn’t wanted here. 

“I think what’s really dangerous is making you mad.” Milk raised her eyebrow while saying that and it nearly sucked all of Love’s vital force. How could she be so hot saying such a simple thing? “You looked like you could hit someone.” Her gaze scanned Love’s body up and down, making the small girl shiver. She even had to take some seconds before answering, because her face went numb.

But she didn’t get the chance to answer.

“Yeah, maybe you overreacted.” The girl had such a stupid look on her face. “They were just having fun.” 

“Well, they are athletes.” Now Love shifted. She turned to face the girl, that sharp gaze back to her eyes. “So they need to have some common sense. Not that you seem to be like the type of girl who has it.”

“Oh, what?” The girl took advantage of her height- she was a basketball player, after all,- to step closer to Love and tower over her. But Love wasn’t having it, no height in the world would make her back down.

“Uh, Love.” Milk placed her hand on Love’s shoulder, stopping her. “Don’t you want to go get another drink with me?”

Love knew what Milk was doing. She usually didn’t like to be controlled like that, but she also didn’t want to start a fight and make a fool of herself in front of her girl. So she stepped back, leaning her back against Milk’s body. She nodded and they started turning to go away, when the basketball bitch stretched her arm to hold Milk back.

“Come on Milk, we were talking.” Now she was the one ignoring Love, looking directly at Milk. It wasn’t hard, they just had to look over Love’s head. Those two were tall.

“We can talk later, Aoey.” Milk’s tone was harsh. Love had never seen her like that. Actually, she did. She saw the same look on her face during today’s football match. Decided and aggressive. Love wouldn’t want to be the one Milk was looking at that way, but looking from the outside just made that girl hot. Hotter than she was just seconds ago. Love was hoping that basketball girl would leave soon so she could kiss her girl.

She felt Milk tugging her arm, pulling her away from Aoey. They wandered into the crowd, leaving the girl behind. Love couldn’t help but feel a grin creep on her face, happy to be chosen.

Milk stopped then before reaching the bar. Love stood in front of her, a little confused. Was getting drinks just an excuse to get away from basketball bitch?

“Hey, the bar is still some meters from here.” Love pointed, now back at her relaxed and easy mode that she usually was with Milk.

“I know… I just wanted to get away from Aoey to be alone with you.” The taller girl grinned down at Love, patting the top of her head. No more relaxed and easy mode for Love. Now she was flustered and biting her lip to hold back the smug grin she felt coming. But Milk noticed it. “You don’t have to hold back your smile, Love. I like it.” 

That was enough to make Love give up. She threw her head back, giggling. When she came back, she closed her eyes for a second, gathering forces back again, before answering Milk.

“And why did you want to be alone with me?” She knew teasing. She knew how to flirt with a girl. This was her master field, after all. 

And now, it seemed like it was Milk’s field as well. The girl leaned closer and cupped Love’s chin, tilting it up. 

“Because you know you look amazing in this uniform. And you looked good when you were mad back there.” Milk’s eyes traced from Love’s eyes to her mouth once. Twice. One more time. Love knew damn well that she wasn’t fooling Milk anymore. She licked her lips, already feeling the air leaving her lungs.

But she didn’t lean or close the gap between them. Love was savouring that tension. She spent the whole day getting cute, sweet and cozy Milk. She did like the romance aspect of it, but this version of Milk… Just like the one who looked like she could kill anyone on the football court, this version of her was awakening some things in Love. She wanted to get all she could from this. 

“And what does that have to do with being alone with me?” 

Milk shook her head slowly. “Are you going to make me say it?” 

Love smirked, moving her eyes from Milk’s gaze to her mouth. 

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want, Milk.”

She was holding strong. But Milk wasn’t. 

“Because I was standing there, watching you scold those girls, and all I could think about was kissing you, Love.”

Hearing her name like that was enough. If Love was waiting for Milk to want her, to go after her, she already had her answer, loud and clear. So she tiptoed and pulled the girl by her neck, making her meet her lips halfway. Love was hungry for this for so many days. Since Kapook’s birthday. Especially since they met two days ago. 

But Milk wasn’t so eager. She kissed Love’s lower lip gently, then moved to her upper lip. She did it again. And one more time, using her thumb to caress Love’s cheek. For a brief second, she hovered her lips on top of Love's, brushing them slightly. The taller girl chuckled when she felt Love’s head bucking forward, trying to find her lips again. 

“You’re stupid.” Love said, pulling Milk crashing into her face again. Now, she didn’t let Milk play with her or go slow.. She kissed the girl with an open mouth, sighing when she finally felt Milk’s tongue brushing against her own. 

Love was well aware that they were in the middle of a crowd. Even worse, they were in the middle of a crowd of people they knew, people Love would have to face during classes and practices and whatever else she decided to do in uni. But Milk’s mouth tasted heavenly. She couldn’t hold back- no, she didn’t want to. Love was melting into Milk’s arms, feeling her lips get sore from kissing and biting, she could even hear the clicks their lips were making. It was like the music screaming from the stereos was just white noise, a frequency pumping, watching the rhythm of her heart. Milk’s left hand slid to Love’s lower back, allowing her to relax and not even use any force to stand up. She was just existing there, hooked between Milk’s body and Milk’s hand, definitely leaning more towards that amazing body. She bit Milk’s lip, already panting. She wanted to slide her hands all over the player’s body, but she also didn’t want to let go of her neck, pulling Milk downwards to her. Milk tried to kind of break the kiss, but Love’s hands were steady and didn’t let her move. So Milk closed her mouth, giving little pecks on Love’s lips over and over, many times. That was enough to make Love giggle, giving in to leave a few centimeters between them. She opened her eyes, gazing into Milk’s, still hypnotized by the kiss. The taller girl’s lips were smudged, beginning to look swallowing from kissing. Love looked proud at her work, longing for more. Milk was also staring at her with a flick of hunger inside her eyes still. But she was still gentle- much different from Love’s energy right now. She scrunched her nose, nuzzling Love’s cheek. She placed a kiss there, breathing close to her skin. Even that made Love shiver. But when Milk started tracing a line of kisses to Love’s ear, she understood the girl wasn’t being gentle. She was teasing Love the best way she could, right in the middle of the dancefloor. When Milk’s warm breath reached her ear, Love let her head fall to the side, eager to feel Milk’s mouth on her neck. 

But in that exact moment, a scream pulled them back into reality.

“LOVE!” 

For the last drop, Love felt Milk biting into her neck, clearly frustrated. But definitely not nearly as frustrated as Love got when she felt Milk’s warmth leaving her body after that bite. Without Milk’s hand on her back, she had to actually lean into the girl’s body, placing her hands on the taller girl’s chest, trying to steady herself.

“I think Film wants you.” Milk whispered, way too close for Love to actually process what she was saying. Without any responde, Milk held Love’s shoulders and spun her to face a very drunk Film, hand in hand with another very drunk Earn. They were definitely drinking before the stunt.

“Heyy, Loverrukk is scoring!” Earn wouldn’t let that slide, smiling with an open mouth at the two girls, still kind of leaning into each other, while Milk’s hands rested on Love’s shoulder. “You go girl, I’m rooting for you two!” 

“Oh my god, you can shut up now.” Love covered her ears, starting to get embarrassed, but relaxed when she felt Milk also chuckling and resting her head on top of Love’s. That was nice. Being held by her girl in the middle of the party, while her friends were drunk and funny. Love felt like she was in the right place. 

At the same time, she couldn’t stop thinking about how good kissing Milk was, and how badly she wanted more of the girl.

But her friends were shit-faced and not willing to let her go right now. 

“Leave your girl for a second, Love. We want to take pictures looking hot with our uniforms.” Drunk Film was a decided one, so she pulled Love’s hand so hard the little girl couldn’t even hold herself in place, being forced to walk with the two. She looked over her shoulder at Milk, who was just smiling widely, her lips still smudged. She tried to apologize with her eyes, but the taller girl didn’t seem even a bit annoyed. She looked like she was having fun watching the three of them stumbling in the middle of the dancing athletes.

Love could feel bothered by her friends taking her away from Milk, but the high of kissing the girl was still making her the happiest girl at the party. Also, her friends were hilarious as a drunk pair. They’d bump into everyone on their way, sometimes even bumping into each other, giggling like little girls. They took Love to the bar, holding onto her so they wouldn’t fall down. Just then Love noticed the three of them had walked all the way here holding hands. It was cute. 

“Love, you’re too sober, you need more drinks.” Earn said, trying to steal a bottle from behind the bar. The barman noticed it right away, yanking the thing from her hands. He glanced at the girls, chuckling, then served them three cups. 

“I thought you pulled me here to take pictures…” 

“And we did! But before that, you have to drink with us, come on.” Film pouted. Who could ever deny that girl anything, especially with that cute ass pout on her lips? Love just grinned and pinched Film’s cheeks, nodding.

“Let’s chug it.” Earn’s eyes were crazy . She was usually so calm, even during parties, but now her gaze was lunatic. Love liked seeing her friend like that, at least for once. “One, two, three, GO!” 

Her friends were so enthusiastic that Love didn’t dare to back away. The cheerleaders threw their heads back, drinking the whole thing in just seconds. Their cups hit hard against the bar’s countertop, alarming the bartender. 

“Girls, take some water.” He threw a bottle of water to the three of them and turned his back, leaving them giggling to each other.

“I think he’s worried!” Film laughed, enjoying the alcohol buzz. 

“I think he’s right, girl. Drink some water.” Love led the bottle to her friend’s mouth, making her drink it. Then she did the same to Earn, making sure they had at least something other than alcohol in their organism. 

“Okay, okay, let’s take photos!” Earn jumped, clapping her hands. Film mirrored her, her eyes almost closed from smiling too much. Love shook her head, amazed at how cute those two were right now. She was happy she only had two drinks, that way she could match their friend’s energy but was conscious enough to make sure they didn’t put themselves in danger during the party. 

Plus, she knew they were all looking hot in that uniform. So taking photos was a great idea.

They struggled to pass through everyone, but managed to get to the very back of the club, in front of a giant poster of the olympics. It had a giant design with all of the mascots, actually made for people to take pictures in front of and tag the organization in social media. Film pulled out her digital camera, immediately snapping a picture way too close to Love’s face. 

“Wow, that’s not how we’re doing it babe.” Love took the camera from her hand, taking control. 

She pushed Film and Earn to the wall and the girls started sticking poses in no time. It was easy for cheerleaders, they had to pose all the time during the routine, sustaining a cheerface on top of that. It was even easier when the cheerleaders were drunk as hell like those two. They were giggling, using all of their stretching ability to pull figures and make scandalous poses. It obviously didn’t work every time, both of them eventually falling into each other from time to time. Love was having fun just thinking of how it’d be hilarious for them to see these pics sober. After a while they switched so Love could appear on the photos, pulling figures hand to hand with Film in classical cheerleading fashion. This party was so nice, so better than the last one. Love was having genuine fun with this. They took turns so everyone could get photos together and single photos as well. 

“Ahh, we need a photo of the three of us!” Film pouted again, looking around to see if someone they knew was around to help. But they were so far on the back nobody was even near. “Hey, that’s Faye, right?” The girl waved frantically at the other cheerleader, calling her.

Those sharp eyes landed immediately in Love, raising her eyebrows with a smug look. Faye took no time to come over, looking at Love with too much hunger on her face. 

“Oh, fuck me.” Love was sure she had whispered that, annoyed at the girl’s presence. But Faye somehow heard her.

“I’d love to…” She said to Love as she got closer to them.  “Hey Eagles.” Her voice was charming. All of her was charming, actually. It’s no surprise Love had given in so many times in the past. 

“Heyyy Faye!” Earn jumped and hugged the girl. Love wondered if today would be the day Earn would use the liberty she had in her relationship. “Can you help us?” 

“Anything you pretty girls want.” She winked at Earn, making the girl blush. But her eyes quickly slid to Love, staring her down. 

“Here.” Film wasn’t aware of anything happening between Love and the older girl, so she pushed the camera into Faye’s hand, pushing the girl back as well. “Take pictures of us!” 

Film looked at her friends with the biggest smile ever on her face, hugging them both by their necks. Love relaxed into her friend’s arm, smiling as well before posing. She loved both of them, and she was having so much fun tonight that she was sure she’d like to have some kind of record. So photos were a good idea, even if she had to put up with Faye clearly checking her out in the process. 

“You look so hot.” Faye said. Earn and Film giggled, but Love could tell by the girl’s gaze that comment was directed at her. If this was coming from Milk, she’d be all flustered by now. But coming from Faye, she rolled her eyes and decided to bail so she wouldn’t have to stand that much longer. 

“Girls, I think we’re good with photos…” Love started to walk away, leaving her friends behind. But Faye managed to hold her wrist, pulling her back. 

“Wait a little, Lovergirl.” She tried to say seductively, but it just sounded gross to the small girl.

To make it even worse, Love noticed Milk passing by, their gazes meeting. From where she was, Milk probably just saw Faye leaning over Love, holding her wrist. She couldn’t tell Love was annoyed and disgusted, and she didn’t see her trying to leave just a few seconds ago. So Milk’s look could only be described by… hurt. 

And to make it worse, that basketball bitch was following her closely. 

In that quick second, Love panicked and shoved Faye away, not even sure how she had so much strength. Now she was cursing Milk’s long legs- or maybe her short ones- because that girl moved way faster than she could. Love was practically running in the middle of all those drunk people, pushing them away to try to reach her girl. She was worried, and angry, and feeling so many bad things at once that she couldn’t even differentiate them properly. All she knew is that she had to find Milk.

And she did. But she found Milk standing way too close to the basketball bitch. Actually, it was the other girl who was leaning over at her girl, smirking and gazing at the lips Love smudged just a while ago. Love sighed deep and decided to blame her actions on the alcohol, even knowing she wasn’t even that drunk by now. 

“Excuse me.” She pushed the girl back, standing between her and Milk. “I’m gonna need you to back off.” 

“What? Excuse me.” The girl towered over her, trying to intimidate Love. But that short girl wasn’t going to fold for that.

“No I won’t.” With one last killer look, she turned around to face Milk and pushed the taller girl into the wall, crashing her lips into hers. Even tiptoeing she had a great force for this. Milk was so surprised she didn’t even have time to close her eyes, looking directly at Love’s face- that was now glued to her own- kissing her. But she wouldn’t go against it. So she kissed Love back, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl’s waist.

The kiss wasn’t long, though. Love quickly stepped back and slid her hand to Milk’s, holding her tightly. 

“Come with me.” 

With that tone, Milk wouldn’t dare not to follow Love. Not that she would ever deny anything for that girl, especially after such a lustful kiss.

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Love glanced back a few times while carrying Milk down the party to check on the girl. She wasn't saying anything, neither protesting or agreeing with it, but she had the most stupid grin on her face. And everytime Love looked at her, the girl would raise her eyebrows and grin wider. The cheerleader was very amused to see Milk so happy to be blindly led by her. 

When they reached the door of the bathroom, Milk seemed to understand what Love was intending. She raised one eyebrow with a dirty grin on her face. Love mirrored her expression, biting on her lip. She opened the door and pushed Milk inside, locking it as fast as she could. She knew they could go back to the dorm and do this properly, but that seemed too far away, and the idea of using the bathroom was actually exciting. 

She pressed Milk against the wall, kissing her neck- it was all Love could reach by now. And she was happy to kiss any parties of Milk. Her neck was so soft, white, asking to be marked and kissed all over. Love took her time spreading kisses all around, and then coming back biting into that same path. With each kiss she could feel Milk's breath becoming more erratic, her hands tangled into the reddish hair, pressing Love's face harder into her neck. Love sucked on each point, making sure to mark Milk, making sure everyone else who saw her knew she was taken. That she was Love's girl. Milk's scent was everything Love could smell right now and she felt drunk on it. She slid her hands under the windbreaker, touching Milk's back lightly with the tips of her fingers. She could feel the girl shivering under her touch, so she started to scratch her, drawing lines on the pale back. Love tip-toed, licking her way to Milk's ear, while her hands slid to the front, feeling each square of Milk's abs. That girl was completely melted by now. And Love wanted her even more surrendered. As she reached the taller girl's ear, Love made sure she breathed heavily into it, taking small bites around. 

“You’re mine, okay.” She whispered and heard Milk sigh, her breathing even more erratic than before. Love leaned back to look at the girl, who had her eyes closed, looking like she could faint. 

“Did you hear me?” She asked, scratching the toned abs harder. Milk's eyes snapped open, but now she didn't look like a victim. Her eyes were dark and she had so much lust in them. Love felt devoured from just that look. That was what she wanted. She needed Milk crazy about her, just like the girl was right now. 

“Can you say that again?” Milk smirked, biting her own lip. Love grinned. She could see Milk liked this game. And she knew how to play that so very well. 

So she nodded, pulling Milk from the wall and pushing her into the closed toilet, making her sit down. Milk was surprised with that, the look on her face mixing that feeling with a greedy one. Love took advantage of tonight’s party theme. She stood up in front of Milk and threw her hair back, making a whole show out of it. She could feel Milk eating her with her eyes, glancing at every curve, savouring the amazing sight that was Love wearing a cheerleading uniform. Love grinned, feeling dirtier than ever inside these clothes. She sat down on Milk’s lap facing her, each of her legs pending to one side. Milk didn’t dare to move. She was well aware that Love was the one on command right now. So she didn’t lean in, didn’t touch the girl, didn’t even flinch. She just stared into Love’s eyes, clearly going crazy. Love held her gaze, curious to see how long Milk could hold herself back. She saw those dark eyes lowering, checking her body again, now so much closer. She saw Milk’s eyebrows rising when she realised that Love was sitting on her lap with a short skirt, just like she did some weeks ago at Kapook’s birthday. If the taller girl had the same memories as Love had, she was probably just as thrilled as Love. 

The smaller girl ran one hand alongside Milk’s neck, until it reached the girl’s nape. Milk closed her eyes and leaned her head back into Love’s hand. She took it as a chance to run her other hand from Milk’s neck to her chest, brushing over the dark blue top, feeling her breasts under it. Love liked the girl’s choice of outfit, even if it was a little less revealing than hers. She pulled the windbreaker down Milk’s shoulder.

“Take this off.” 

Milk raised her head back up, nodding, and left the piece to fall to the ground. Love smirked, loving how Milk was good at following her orders. The exasperated look on the player’s face was amazing, but Love decided she was being too mean. So she leaned closer to Milk, just enough to feel their lips touch. 

“I said. You’re mine.” Love whispered, without touching their lips completely. For a second, Milk didn’t move, didn’t react. The music was loud as hell outside, but Love could still hear the girl’s breath. The last thing she saw was a dirty smirk, before Milk’s hands locked behind her back, glueing Love’s body to hers, leaving no space between their mouths.

Milk was not gentle, not cute, not cozy. She was crashing her face against Love with no mercy. This kiss was messy, messier than any kiss they had shared so far. It could even not be considered a kiss. Milk was biting Love’s lips, pulling them until the smaller girl felt them ache, as if they were about to bleed. Milk was so eager that she wouldn’t give Love time enough to slide her tongue into her mouth, moving her face after every touch. She was devouring Love’s lips, like she was starving for hours. And that was exactly like Love felt. She felt like she was starving for Milk for weeks now. And with every second they spent together on the last few days that hunger only grew, multiplication its size. 

Eventually Love got fed up with Milk’s excitement and used her grip on the girl’s hair to steady her mouth. Milk didn’t bother. She opened her eyes to look at Love, still staring at her mouth. That made Love lose her breath for a second. Milk couldn’t even look away, so eager to kiss Love and give herself to her. But Love wanted a proper kiss. So she held Milk’s head and lingered for a second, before leaning in and kissing her lips slowly. She felt the already swollen lips mold into hers, soft and tasting like alcohol. Love tilted her head to access Milk’s mouth better, sliding her tongue inside. The inside of Milk’s mouth was paradise. She tasted like nothing else in this world, better than anyone Love had ever tasted. And she had tasted a lot. But Milk was inebriating, Love felt addicted to it. Milk wasn’t left so far behind, unable to contain herself by now. Love felt those strong arms pull her closer, Milk’s hands lowering to grab her ass. She screeched when she felt the grip, smirking into the kiss. Their tongues were tied together, Love sucking on it like her life depended on it. 

Her hands traveled from Milk’s shoulder back to her breasts, feeling the girl’s nipples hardened under the top. Love chuckled inside Milk’s mouth and bit the player’s lip while pinching her nipple. A shaky moan escaped Milk’s mouth, vibrating into Love’s. Hearing her girl’s reaction drove her crazy. Love slid her hands even lower, back to the toned abs. She could only think about dirtier and wicked things to do with those abs. With Milk’s grip on her ass, Love started moving, rocking against Milk’s legs, searching for something. The taller girl noticed that and bit Love’s tongue, before leaving her mouth to trail kisses down the girl’s throat.

Now, Love was the one surrendering. Her waist moved, still not finding any type of contact, making her whimper slightly. Milk didn’t mind her. She was too busy kissing Love’s neck slowly, biting her, sucking on it. Love could only close her eyes and guide Milk, pushing and pulling her by the hair. With every touch of her tongue, Love felt her underwear become more ruined, already completely damp. She wondered if Milk could feel that through her pants. She hoped so. She wanted Milk to know everything she did to her, what she made Love feel, how she made Love want her unconditionally. She’d give herself to Milk anywhere now: in this bathroom, in the middle of the dancefloor, back in their dorms, anywhere. 

Her hand was still on Milk’s abs, still amazed by it. But Love couldn’t take much anymore. She glued her mouth to Milk’s neck as well, both of them now exploring each other’s skin, leaving wet traces and red marks all over their immaculate skin. Love’s breathing was irregular and she was starting to get whiny, finally biting Milk’s ear, letting the girl hear her. Milk smirked and started to scratch from Love’s ass to her tights, leaving goose bumps all over the way. Just when she was reaching between Love’s legs, already feeling the heat coming from there, Love’s hand held her wrist tightly. 

“Tell me you’re mine.” The girl demanded, gazing straight into Milk’s eyes. The player knew she had no way to escape from it, but she’d have her fun before admitting.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to demand anything, Lovergirl.” She narrowed her eyes, staring back at Love. Milk had the most smug look possible on her face. “You’re on my lap, panting.” As if it was possible, she leaned even closer, brushing her lips’ over Love’s. Then bit the other girl’s lower lip weakly before adding. “Practly begging me to fuck you.” 

Love was almost sure Milk could hear her heart beating now. It was too damn loud, too damn strong. Her blood was pumping fast, hotter than ever. Her skin could be caught in flames right now and she wouldn’t notice it. Because she was, indeed, crazy for Milk to eat her whole.

“And you’re not doing that.” She hardened the grip on the girl’s wrist to make her point. “Until you tell me, you’re mine. Just mine.” Now she was the one to bite the other girl, scraping her teeth along Milk’s chin. 

Love wasn’t sure what was that look in Milk’s eyes when she gazed back into them. She had never seen that before. But she could see that the girl was decided, and just as turned on as herself. Milk slowly nodded, her free hand drawing patterns on Love’s tight, making it hard for her to keep her composure. 

“Fine.” Milk pecked Love’s lips with her eyes open. With their lips still touching, she completed. “I’m yours, Love. Only yours.” 

Love sighed, relieved. Relieved to finally hearing that from Milk, something she wanted for so long. And relieved she could finally feel the girl taking her, another thing she was waiting for a while now. She leaned over to Milk’s ear, whispering. 

“Then, please.” Love left a small bite on the girl’s earlobe. It was already so red from her being turned on, but Love wanted more. She released Milk’s wrist. “Fuck me, Milk.” 

Love felt the player’s body melt, while also tensing up to straighten her grip. The hand that was on Love’s tight gripped her even harder, and Love worried that would leave a mark. But she didn’t care about that now. All her mind could focus was on Milk’s other hand, lightly caressing over her underwear. Now she was sure Milk could feel how turned on she was, and she was already shamelessly grinding onto the girl’s hands. For now, Milk was just staring at Love, clearly loving to see all the girl’s reactions to her barely-there touches. Love’s hands found their way back to Milk’s neck, scratching the back of it. Love leaned to kiss Milk, desperately needing to touch the girl. She gave wet kisses all over Milk’s face, slowly making the girl’s face completely hers, smelling like her, shiny because of her. Milk’s fingers were still teasing Love over the damp tissue, way too slow for Love.

“Milk…” She tried not to be too loud, they were inside a bathroom, after all.

“What baby?” Love’s chin fell open with the nickname. She was thinking she couldn’t get more aroused, but she was wrong. That did it. “Tell me what you want.” 

“I already did.” Love was losing her patience, biting hard at Milk’s neck now, a bite for each word she pronounced. “I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me.”

Milk nodded and Love could also hear her chuckling. That girl noticeably liked when Love begged for her. But she didn’t deny it anymore. Her fingers quickly hooked to the smaller girl’s underhead, pulling it to the side. Now, she could feel directly how Love was wet. Her fingers traced a line all over her, feeling how much Love wanted her. Milk was also having trouble breathing, but her touch was steady, determined. She knew what she was doing.

Love, on the other hand, didn’t even know what to do with herself. She buried her face on Milk’s neck, trying to kiss it, but her mouth wouldn’t obey her anymore. So she was just touching her lips to the reddened skin, while moving against those fingers.

“I really like this uniform.” Milk whispered as she started to circle Love’s clit. The smaller shivered, so glad this was finally happening. She felt like she would explode if Milk didn’t touch her quickly. “With this I have way easier access to your pussy.” 

That girl was too good at dirty talk. Love bit the neck on her mouth to prevent herself from crying out. She was moving shamelessly against Milk’s fingers, feeling all kinds of pleasures by now. Milk circled her clit, her hand almost slipping from how wet Love was. She didn’t even remember being so aroused before. That was good, and it felt amazing. 

But she needed more.

“Milk…” She whispered, panting. By now, her body was completely dropped against Milk’s, each centimeter of her touching the taller girl’s body. It was an amazing feeling, even with their clothes mostly still on. But Love gathered her forces to hold on the girl’s shoulders and lean back to look at her. Even with all that movement, Milk didn’t stop her work on Love’s clit, which made it harder for her to build a sentence. “This is so good…” She lost herself for a second, receiving a smug grin from Milk. “But I really need you…” Love took a deep breath, wanting to look right into Milk’s eyes before saying that. “I need you to actually fuck me.” 

Milk’s chin fell open, she was clearly eager and exasperated with that demand. She wasted no time, her finger quickly leaving Love’s clit to tease at her entrance. She was so wet that her finger almost slid in without Milk actually trying to. But she held herself, just circling that wet hole, staring deeply into Love’s eyes. She saw the smaller girl nod, her eyes deep and dark with desire. Just then, she used one finger to enter Love. 

The girl bit her lip, still gazing into Milk’s eyes. But Love was so wet, so aroused, that even without asking Milk could tell one finger was too little. So as soon as she pulled it back, she added another one, now getting an even better reaction from Love. The cheerleader sighed erratically, digging her short fingernails on Milk’s shoulders. She closed her eyes, her mouth open, and started rocking again. Milk was mesmerized. Love was always beautiful, but this version of her seemed impossible, like she was a real goddess. Milk moved her fingers, feeling Love’s walls tighten around her, then removed them slowly. Before she could push in again, one of Love’s hands gripped her wrist. 

For a second, Milk was confused. She thought Love was stopping her from fucking her again. But then, Love moved against her fingers. And Milk understood what she was doing. Without saying anything, she just nodded, amazed by the view in front of her. Love’s grip on her wrist disappeared, but Milk wasn’t stupid to move. She felt the small hands back at her shoulders as Love steadied herself. Milk couldn’t even believe that was true. Love was sitting on her lap, panting, while she lowered herself on Milk’s fingers. Fucking herself with Milk’s fingers. Love looked straight into the taller girl’s eyes before she started moving, riding Milk’s fingers. It was the best feeling in the world. Even having thought about having sex with her many times, Love didn’t expect it to be so good. The feeling of Milk inside of her was the best thing she ever felt, and her body molded around her fingers perfectly. She was so aroused that it was easy moving against them, and they could even hear the wet sounds they were making. Milk’s hand on her ass started to push and pull Love, helping her on the rhythm. Love was biting her lips trying now to moan as she looked into Milk’s eyes. She wanted Milk to see her, to see what she did to her, but she was almost out of strength. So she dropped her head, forcing her forehead against Milk’s. 

Milk was also on the verge of losing it. She curled her fingers, meeting Love’s own thrusts, and felt the girl becoming more shaky, her movements little by little more desperate. She didn’t even know how Love was holding back her moans, Milk herself almost letting out some shameful sounds. She took advantage of their closeness to whisper. 

“If you moan, anyone outside will hear you, Love.” She saw the girl close her eyes and open her mouth for a second, just to bite into herself again. “Everyone will know you’re riding me like a slut.” 

Milk knew she crossed a line. But she didn’t expect Love to like it so much. She felt the smaller girl quicken her movements, more desperate than ever. So she started thrusting against Love, now actively fucking her harder. 

Love didn’t even have any strength in her body to move anymore. She couldn’t hold back the noises she was making. When she felt Milk’s fingers pounding into her, she gave up and let her body fall completely into the player’s mercy. She couldn’t move anymore, her pleasure rising as her orgasm was building up. She almost let out a moan, becoming more and more difficult to contain herself. But Milk was faster, moving her hand from Love’s ass and sliding two fingers inside the girl’s mouth. Love shivered even more with that, her lips closing around them. She licked and bit those two fingers, getting even more horny knowing Milk now had two fingers in her mouth and two in her pussy. She kept trying to ride those two on her lower body, moving against Milk’s thrusts. She felt dizzy, knowing she wouldn’t last much longer. So she pulled Milk’s hand away from her mouth and let her body fall completely against Milk’s. In that position, Milk could still fuck her, sliding her fingers in and out faster and stronger, while Love’s mouth was now glued to her ear. Now, she let her moans and erratic breathing flow freely. As she felt her body tremble and her orgasm come, she moaned into Milk’s ear, biting and grinding into her. Love’s hands gripped the girl’s shoulder so hard that she would definitely leave a mark. Milk kept pounding into her as the small body shivered and her walls tightened around the taller girl’s fingers. 

Just when Love stopped moving completely Milk took her fingers out, placing soft kisses on the smaller girl’s shoulder and neck. With her clean hand, she caressed Love’s back, letting her take her time to breathe easily and calm down.

“I’m dead.” Love whispered against Milk’s neck. The player chuckled, feeling that Love was indeed sweating and without forces, as if she had spent the last hour working out.

Well, it was kind of like that.

“No, you’re not.” Milk kissed Love’s neck, making her feel goosebumps. It was even funny, feeling so much with a slight touch from Milk, after everything they had done just now. Love thought that her body was funny. “You’re beautiful.” Milk leaned back into the wall behind her, cupping Love’s cheek with her clean hand. Now, the look on Milk’s face was of adoration, and Love felt a little shy seeing that. But she also felt happy. So happy. All she wanted was for Milk to look at her like this forever. “And…” Milk raised her other hand, licking her own fingers, covered in Love. “You’re super tasty.” The taller girl showed a wicked smirk, before pecking Love’s lips quickly. 

That was enough to give Love her energy back. She never expected Milk to be so good at dirty talk and… whatever she was doing. With just that small and stupid move, Love felt her body heating up again, and tossed herself over Milk’s lips hungrily. She wanted to kiss her senseless again.

But they were interrupted by a knock on the door. 

Damn. Love had almost forgotten where they were.

Milk looked at her exasperated. Love could tell from that frightened look that Milk wasn’t used to do things like this in semi-public. 

Well, Love was. So she kept her cool.

“Uh… Love… I’m sorry, I know you’re busy… But we kind of need your help out here.” 

Love’s head snapped to the door. She was used to using the bathroom for other reasons, but she did not expect someone outside to know she was the one in there, and what she was doing.

“Is that Kapook?” Milk whispered, barely audible.

Love grinned, finding adorable that Milk was embarrassed after seeing a much bolder version of her just seconds ago. She patted Milk’s head, nodding. 

“I’m gonna see what they need, okay?” She said, pecking Milk’s lips before standing up.

She had to admit it was kind of hard doing that after doing that. Her legs weren’t very steady right now. Love used her hand to hold on to the wall, which received a low chuckle from Milk. Love rolled her eyes and stepped on top of Milk’s foot, protesting. 

“Get your coat.” She commanded, and Milk obeyed, still grinning. But she waited for Love to leave the bathroom before standing up.

Love opened the door, confirming it was indeed Kapook on the outside. The girl was visibly ashamed to interrupt the two of them.

“I’m really sorry. But those girls need help and I can’t carry all of them.” She pointed back at their friends. 

Love felt the energy coming back to her body instantly. Kapook was right, there was no way she could carry three completely drunk girls. Film, Namtan and Earn looked trashed. They were leaning against the wall, all of them in their cheerleading uniforms, looking like they were seconds away from throwing up or blacking out. 

“They did throw up. A few times.” It was like Kapook could hear Love's thoughts. 

“Oh God I can't believe these idiots.” Love shook her head. “What are we gonna do?”

“I already called an Uber. But can you help me get them inside? Then I thought we could leave Earn on my bedroom and the lovey doveys on theirs.” 

Kapook seemed really concerned. Love felt bad for being too busy to help her so far. She must've had a hard time with the three of them throwing up and walking around like that. She nodded, agreeing to it.

“Okay, I'll get Earn and Film first… You can say your goodbyes and get Namtan.”

Love was getting more and more amazed at Kapook. Maybe she should use this trip as a way to get closer to the girl. She was clearly a great girlfriend, an even better friend, and she wasn't even teasing Love for finding her fucking in a public bathroom. Well, at least not until now.

“Hey, what happened?” Milk appeared at the door, looking perfectly composed, like she wasn't doing anything just five minutes ago. She was so adorable.

“Your friends got shit faced.” She pointed at the corner, where Kapook was walking- almost carrying- with Earn and Film leaning on her shoulders, a tight grip on their waists. Namtan was still sitting down, looking like she was already sleeping. “I have to go and help Kapook…” She looked up at Milk, pouting. “I'm sorry.”

Milk's expression was, as always, gentle at Love. “Don't apologize. Your friends need you.” She caressed Love’s cheek. “Can I help?”

“I don't think so…” she sighed, tilting her face against that hand. “The five of us won't even fit in the Uber, you don't have to trouble yourself.” But she was so sad to leave Milk behind.

“Okay…” Love knew Milk wasn't happy either. But she also knew the girl would never make her feel bad for helping her friends. Milk was the kinder person she knew. “I'll call an uber as well, I think. I need to rest. Somebody tired me…” Both of them chuckled. 

Love couldn't deny she was glad Milk was going back instead of staying at the party without her. But she wouldn't admit it out loud. So she just nodded, holding Milk's hands on top of her cheek.

“I think I'll sleep over at Film's bedroom, okay?” 

“Sure. Just make sure you're all safe.” 

Milk was amazing. She was everything Love could ever want. At that moment, she couldn't even imagine someone being better, really. Unfortunately, she had to leave that girl for now.

“Okay… I'll go…” The look on her eyes was clearly sad. But Milk managed to make it a little better.

“Goodnight, Love.” The taller girl said, leaning in to give Love a slight kiss on her lips. Nothing like they were doing a few minutes ago. This one was light, not lustful. It was just… a goodnight kiss. Perfect. 

Love sighed, enjoying the last seconds looking at Milk, before she turned away and walked towards Namtan, passed out on the ground.

She could be super pissed out. But everything about this night was so cool. And her fresh memories with Milk wouldn't let anything annoy her for a while. 

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Love woke up lazily, feeling the sun over her face. She felt like she just had the best sleep of her life, finally passing out after the party and making sure her friends were clean and safe. She had to manage how to make Film and Namtan take a shower, even being too drunk to even stand up by themselves. Which was a problem not only because they had to use a shared bathroom by the end of the hall, so that meant Love had to carry them both all the way there; but also they were both taller than Love, so it took all of her strength to do so. At least after the cold shower the girls seemed to sober up a little- after throwing up a little more during said shower. Film made it very clear that she wasn’t happy about the coldness of the water, but Love was way too pumped to even care about that grumpy black cat. So she took care of her friends and managed to get the three of them safely back to Film's room before plopping on the bed and falling deep asleep squeezed with them. With each day, Love found out these beds could actually fit way more than just one person. She was also realizing she was sleeping each day in a different room. That kind of comment would sound wicked without context, but she was actually being a loser for most of this olympics trip.

Except for yesterday. Yesterday, Love was just as dirty and wild as she was used to, but in a better version. Laying there, feeling smashed by her friends’ bodies, she could remember every little detail of how nice the party was. Not just having sex with Milk at the bathroom, but the whole bickering and flirting during the party, seeing Milk become jealous of her, having Milk finally hit on her and then letting go of all her own insecurities to be her bold version with the girl she liked. It was even weird to think how different the two nights she had there. At the first party, Love was feeling so weird, like she didn’t even like parties anymore, like she couldn’t party while her heart was taken by Milk. But yesterday, she found out there was a whole different way to party that she hadn't tried before. It was even a little stupid now that it became so obvious for her. During the last month she found out that being with Milk made her enjoy so many things better- football, walking around, eating ice cream, cheering at the crowd… It should be no surprise that something she already enjoys, like partying, would also be nicer with Milk’s company. 

And again, she couldn’t deny that letting Milk fuck her in the bathroom just made it all more pleasurable.

So after that amazing night, Love didn’t really mind the hot sun waking her up, nor Namtan’s elbow crushing her ribs. Waking up with those good memories just made Love even more eager to be alive. She reached for her cellphone, laying on the floor- there was definitely no space for anything other than the three girls on the bed-, and saw it was still 8 am. Considering the time they finally went to sleep, it was even kind of early for her to wake up. From the peaceful silence inside that room, she could tell her friends were still deep asleep. Love couldn’t remember a single second in silence since she met Namtan, so if the girl wasn’t speaking, she wasn’t awake. 

In the small space she had, Love stretched her arms and legs, finding out she was starting to get sore from these games. It wasn’t a surprise, they were spending about 12 hours walking around, screaming and jumping- and in her case, occasionally doing stunts with cheer friends in not so appropriate places-; while also having about 4 hours of sleep during the night. Not to mention the amounts of alcohol her body was processing in the middle of all that. But again, just the memory of last night’s party made Love feel better about the soreness on her body. Because feeling sore made her pay attention to her body, and paying attention to it made her remember exactly which parts of said body Milk touched, kissed, bit, marked, and caressed. She felt self aware in the best way possible. Love could also imagine some ways for Milk to help her with that soreness.

Unfortunately, in the middle of all that feel-good morning, some slightly darker things started to run through Love’s mind. She was happy, there was no denying. But after passing through all memories and body reactions, Love had to eventually decide what to do. At first, she was just thinking about how to stand up and leave without waking up the other girls, as she was feeling desperate for some water and changing clothes. After she put Namtan and Film to sleep, Love took the liberty to steal one of Namtan’s t-shirts to use as a pajama- cheer uniforms were cute and amazing for cheerleading, but they were definitely not comfortable for sleeping. But she wanted her own clean clothes. And breakfast. 

She also wanted to see Milk. 

That’s when those darker thoughts hit her.

She wanted to see Milk. She wanted to spend more time with Milk. She wanted to share her chocolate milk with her, to take the bus with her to the games, to watch her play and scream her name… she wanted to do everything they were doing for the last couple of days, over and over. But she didn’t want that to be over with the olympics. And she didn’t want to have to wait the whole day for the party to kiss Milk again. She didn’t want to do all those things during the day while also being careful not to look too eager to be with Milk. She liked being with the girl, and she liked to touch her, tease her, look at her, but Love knew by now that she wanted more. She wanted to feel things freely with Milk, and to be able to show them. And she also didn’t want to have to bother about girls near Milk anymore. Actually, she just wanted to be sure that even if any girls got near her, Milk wouldn’t for sure be interested. 

Those feelings were starting to make Love feel a little less peaceful. Suddenly, she felt the sun a little too warm on her face, Namtan’s body way too heavy against hers, the room not so silent anymore- Film was definitely snoring. And, again, she needed water. But before, she had to do something about that. Looking at her phone again, Love checked that it was already 8:30. Early for someone who had gone to sleep when it was almost sunny already, but Love wasn’t even sure about Milk’s schedule for today, so maybe the player was already up and ready for a game. Or even worse, she could be inside the bus or at the court. And Love was here, lying down thinking about them, ignoring Milk’s games- which she knew were a big deal for the girl. 

Love also knew herself all too well, so she knew that this sudden burst of energy could easily wash away during the day, and she could become too shy to do anything about all those feelings. So she decided to act on impulse and jumped straight up from the bed, not caring about waking up those two passed out on the bed. Love had to close her eyes for a second after that, feeling a little dizzy about the hangover and not enough sleep. But she was decided now. So she stomped down the hall, reciting inside her head what she was going to say to Milk. If the girl actually answered the door.

When she got to Milk’s door, Love knocked on the door maybe more times than it was necessary, but she wouldn’t judge herself for how she was behaving at such a stressful moment. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, feeling like those seconds lingered longer than her life. For a moment, she thought that Milk had actually left already. But when the door opened and Love opened her eyes, she noticed that she was being silly and way too anxious. Milk was standing there with the Eagle’s merch pajamas, a smashed face and messy hair. 

As always, she was blissfully unaware of all the anxiety running through Love’s veins. So that tall girl just smiled, with the most beautiful face ever, and greeted her.

“Love! Good morning!” 

But Love was on a mission. And she knew she couldn’t give herself the luxury of letting the sudden energy go to waste. So she had to be kind of rude and ignore that cute greeting. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes again, and blurted out.

“Milk, I don’t want to be a girl you kiss at parties anymore.” She felt like she spoke it all in just one breath, maybe even tripping some words on each other. Her blood seemed to be making too much noise passing through her ears, making her momentarily deaf. So Love had to open her eyes and face the girl in front of her.

A girl who was obviously confused.

Milk’s eyes were almost closed as she narrowed them at Love, her mouth slightly open as if she was trying to find what to answer. She scratched her head, lifting a little bit of her shirt. Love knew this wasn’t the appropriate time, but her eyes did slip a little to the toned abs there. But she quickly turned her attention back at Milk, who was still staring at her like Love just said something in an unknown language.

“I… I’m sorry?” Milk seemed to really not know what was going on there. “Do you regret kissing me?” 

Now Love was the one lost. She widened her eyes, shaking her head. After last night, how could Milk even think about that? And if she did, she was probably feeling so bad about what they did in the bathroom. The look on her face did pass a worried message. 

“No! That’s not what I mean. Oh my god.” Love was exasperated. This spilling her thoughts thing wasn't really working. 

“Oh. Okay. That’s good.” Milk sighed, with her hand on her chest, clearly relieved. “But then I’m not sure I understand you, Love…” Her confused face was back. Damn it, even that look was cute on her. 

Love was already feeling the shyness creeping up on her again, trying to hold her back. But now she had no escape. After waking Milk up and blurting out a clearly confusing demand, she was obliged to follow up with that. But she was cheer captain. She was the one who pushed Milk against a wall yesterday and made her swear she belonged to her. She could do it. 

“I mean I don’t want to just be a girl you kiss at parties.” This time, she spoke slowly, feeling her body heat up and betray her.

“Okay…” Milk leaned against the door, trying to keep up. “So you mean you want to kiss me in other places?” She also spoke slowly, tilting her head now. Then a bright smile flashed on her face. “Do you want to kiss me now?”

That was enough to make Love relax, rolling her eyes and giggling at this dork. She couldn’t wrap her mind around how Milk was scary on court, hot as hell during sex, and a complete dork for the rest of the time. But it was kind of exactly what made Love so comfortable with her. So it helped her go through with that.

“No, stupid.” Still adorable, Milk pouted at that. “I mean I don’t want to be just someone you just kiss at parties.” Love continued, smiling and trying to make it clearer. But Milk’s look gave away that she wasn’t following. “Milk, come on. I mean I like to kiss you at parties. But I want to be able to do that on other times as well.” 

“I don’t think I have anything against that, Love.” Milk grinned and nodded excited. 

“No!” Love almost shouted, throwing her head back. Now she had to be really brave again. “I want to kiss you at parties, and here, and when we are hanging out. But I also want to hang out with you more than just during games and university events. I want to see you more, and text you, and tell you when something good happens…” Milk was nodding, singing that she was paying attention, so Love kept talking. “And I want to hug you sometimes, and hold your hand. I want to be on your games and do all these things we’ve been doing. But like, more.” Now Milk gwas narrowing her eyes, completely staring at Love. “I like you. And I want to say that and act like that without worrying that I’m passing a limit or making things awkward.” 

Love sighed and nodded, trying to show Milk that she was done.

Milk’s reaction was not exactly what Love expected. The girl chuckled, her eyes almost closed from such a big smile. Love scrunched her nose and pouted at that reaction. She was spilling her heart and Milk was…. Laughing?

“Hey!!!” She protested.

Milk tried to control herself and patted Love’s head.

“Love, are you telling me you want me to be your girlfriend?” She leaned down, gazing into Love’s eyes. This was indeed kind of the point. And it was a little hard not to give in with those beautiful eyes staring into hers. But Love was fierce today. So she stomped her foot and crossed her arms. 

“No.” That was enough to make Milk stand back straight and widen her eyes. “I’m saying I want you to ask me to be your girlfriend.” 

Once more- it happened a lot- Milk’s reaction left Love lost and surprised. The girl nodded slowly for a second, before turning around and just… slamming the door on Love’s face.

Love blinked and shook her head, trying to discover if that was actually happening or if she was still asleep on Film’s bed. But no, she looked around and that was definitely the hallway of the dorm, and the door in front of her was Milk’s. The closed door. Because Milk had just closed it. Right after Love said she wanted Milk as her girlfriend.

This was definitely not what Love was expecting. She could handle rejection- maybe she’d do it by crying for weeks and not showing up for any university event ever again, but she’d make it-; but this was just something else. Having the door slammed on her face after weeks and weeks of flirting and meddling was humiliating. 

But then, Milk came back with something on her hands.

“Milk?” Love asked, really confused now.

“No. It’s my turn.” The player placed a finger over Love’s lips, shushing her. Again, she knew this wasn’t the time, but Love couldn’t help but to think this was some hot behaviour. “Please take this.”

She handed over the shirt to Love. This couldn’t get more confusing. She opened it and realised that it was one of Milk’s jerseys, with her name and 235 written on the back. She mentioned she had many of these, and she probably brought them all for the olympics. Still, this one was clearly used and a bit sweaty.  

“Uh.. a sweaty jersey?” Love asked, still not following. This morning was a rollercoaster.

“Okay, it’s not my fault you decided to do this on the last day of competitions okay… this was the cleanest I could find.” Milk defended herself before continuing. But after that she easened her look, showing a soft smile and cupping Love’s cheek, lifting her face. “I gave you this because I want to know Love.” Milk’s voice was amazing right now. Love felt hypnotized by the girl. Just like some weeks ago, it was like a spotlight was shining on the player, making her the only thing important in this hallway. Maybe even the whole world. “If you want to be my girlfriend, and wear my jersey for the games today.”

Now this was better than she could imagine. Love finally let go of the anxiety and fear of Milk’s reaction, or anyone else’s who could see her reaction. She squeaked and jumped into place like a little kid, way too excited to contain herself. Still grabbing the jersey, she hugged Milk’s neck, lifting her feet off the ground. Luckily, her girlfriend was strong, so she wrapped her arms around Love’s body and held her in place, lifting her up. Love could feel Milk’s smile against her neck, but for the moment she was too busy squishing the player as hard as she could, pulling their bodies together like they could eventually mold into each other and become just one thing. Love snuggled her face against Milk’s shoulder and placed small kisses on it. She wasn’t even sure what to do with herself now.

“Is that a yes?” She heard Milk ask, her voice muffled by Love’s hair and neck. 

Love giggled and propped her head back, managing to look at Milk’s face. Their faces were so very close now that Love was afraid Milk could even hear her thoughts. But it wouldn’t matter so much now. She was happy to share those thoughts with the girl.

“Of course it’s a yes!” Love kissed Milk’s lips, then her cheeks, her nose, everything she could reach. “I’m so happy!” She wasn’t sure if she had thought or said it. But again, it didn’t matter now. She could be honest with Milk about how she was feeling. 

The taller girl was giggling with all that affection, still holding Love in her arms like she was the lightest thing in the universe. She also managed to steal a couple of kisses and pecks before saying. “Love, maybe we should get out of the hallway.” 

Love looked back, realising she had completely forgotten they were having this very intimate moment in the middle of a public hallway, with people from many different colleges. Luckily, everybody was at the party yesterday, so most of them were probably asleep, and nobody even passed the hallway during this whole exchange. But Milk was right. Still, Love didn’t even try to get to the floor. The other girl also didn’t even mention letting her go. 

“I agree with you.” Love nodded, and kissed Milk’s cheek again. “I think you should take me inside.” 

Milk nodded and stepped back, still carrying Love. Once they were in the bedroom, Love reached for the door and closed it, happy to finally be alone with her girlfriend.

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If somebody asked Milk a few months ago how her university olympics would go, she would never have guessed right.

She could guess she’d score many goals. She could guess she’d ditch one of the parties to sleep- it happened every year. She could even guess they’d smash every other team in football. But she would never, ever, guess she’d be holding the cheer captain for the Eagles on her arms, inside her bedroom, giggling like a little kid. She’d never guess that her last day of competitions would be the greatest from all her days of university olympics- even counting the years before-, because Love was kissing her face. Because Love was her girlfriend.

If somebody said that to Milk a few months ago, she’d say that person was crazy. But there she was, standing in her bedroom, holding Love in her arms, feeling the girl smooch to her like a kitten. Her own face was buried in Love’s hair, her mind filled with the strawberry scent the girl always carried with her. It was just so amazing that it was almost unbelievable. Milk had to actually hold Love tighter from time to time to be sure the girl was really in her arms and she was not dreaming. 

It wasn’t even because she didn’t think she deserved that. Milk could be shy, but she didn’t sell herself short. The problem was she didn’t even know Love knew she existed. Milk did. She knew who the cheerleader was from the first day she went to a sports event. Love wasn’t even a university cheerleader yet, she was just a talkative new girl in the middle of the teams. Just like Milk, everyone noticed how beautiful she was. Love had the kind of beauty you could expect from romcom protagonists. She looked like she was somebody’s first love- and Milk could bet she actually was a lot of people’s first love through the years. But not only that. Beyond being as pretty as it was humanly possible, Love was also bubbly and chatty, always giving away smiles and making people melt around her. She called attention in the best way she could. Love was also clearly talented. During the first event she went to, she tried cheering with the girls from the Eagles’ team, so they could check how she went, and she absolutely crushed it. By that time, Milk didn’t know much about cheerleading, but Love made it all look so effortless and artistic that you’d have to be stupid not to notice her ability was above the average.

And she obviously hit right off the bat with Namtan, both of them being extroverts and flirty all the time. Being Namtan’s friend for about a year so far, Milk occasionally bumped into Love during events and parties, and she saw her constantly. Back then, Namtan was still single, since Love had entered university in the same class as Film. So they were unstoppable. Milk saw Love kiss every pretty girl on campus. And it was amazing how she didn’t even have to try. It was like those girls were drawn to her, all it took was Love flicking her hair, a bright smile or a wink, and they’d fold immediately. Milk was mesmerized by that. Not that she didn’t know how to talk to girls, she did. She also used to kiss at least one girl at every university party, even more when it was an Eagles’ party. Still, Love seemed to be a pro in that. And from what she’d heard, that was all Love did. After a few months, Milk saw Namtan lose her interest in parties completely. All she was interested in was one specific girl at said parties: Film. Who happened to be Love’s best friend. So in almost no time Milk noticed Namtan was closer to Love, always hanging with her- and Film was also there. They were inseparable at one point. Namtan was stupidly in love, and Milk found it funny how her friend switched from being the university’s bigger playgirl- even more than Love at that time- to the most loyal and sweet girlfriend ever. For a while all Namtan could talk about was Film, and she started taking the girl to their football practices, and even eventually joined the cheerleading team. It was cute. That was something Milk also didn’t expect from the future, but after it was done she was sure there was no other way for things to go. 

That was kind of what she felt right now. Again, she wouldn’t have guessed this moment and this feeling a few months ago. But with Love in her arms, she thought there was no other choice for the universe. They had to be like this. Love fit perfectly on her arms, it was easy to lift her up, her head accommodated neatly into the shorter girl’s neck, her whole body was made to be entangled into Love’s.

“Hey!” Said girl was now smashing Milk’s cheeks, trying to call her attention. “What are you thinking about?”

Milk could only smile at Love’s face, scrunched like she was annoyed at something. That girl was always worrying in the middle of a cute moment of theirs.

“I’m thinking…” Milk looked around, as if she was trying to think of an answer. “That I’m so lucky.” She kissed the tip of Love’s nose, making her blush. Love blushing and becoming a real life strawberry shortcake was one of Milk’s favorite things in the world by now. 

“You’re cheesy!” Love rolled her eyes, probably trying to look cool even being flustered. 

Milk nodded, she wouldn’t deny that. Her smile was stuck on her face, unable to hold back. Love was staring at her, an ironic look in her eyes. Also, killer makeup. Milk noticed it was almost the same as the cheerleading makeup from two days ago, but a little more simple. And a lot more smudged. She wondered how she didn’t notice that last night…

“You’re staring in silence again.” Love frowned again. Milk knew she shouldn’t enjoy seeing her girlfriend annoyed, but she was just too damn cute. 

“I’m sorry!” She exclaimed, widening her eyes. Then, she let her body fall sitting on the bed, scaring Love. The smaller girl tightened her grip on Milk’s neck, afraid she’d fall. Like Milk would ever let her slip from her arms. “It’s just that my girlfriend is really pretty, so I like to look at her.” 

Love melted again, rolling her eyes and throwing her head back. She was just so cute. The cutest girl Milk had ever seen. And somehow she was there, giggling and smiling because of her. It was just pure luck. It was also luck that Milk could decide to peck Love’s lips whenever she wanted to. Like right now.

Well, that was if Love didn’t stop her, like she did.

“Hey!” Milk protested. What was the point of having Love as a girlfriend if she couldn’t kiss those perfect lips?

“Shh, calm down.” Love sat up straight and moved her hands to Milk’s shoulders. She was trying to look more composed- which was a bit difficult sitting on Milk’s lap with a t-shirt that was about three times her size. “You didn’t answer me. What are you thinking about? I want a real answer!” 

“If I answer, can I kiss you?” Milk was decided.

“Yes.” Love grinned, brushing her nose to Milk’s. Even that felt like heaven. “But just one kiss.”

“Aw man…” Milk pouted, but she gave in- she always did, for Love. “I was thinking about how a while ago I would never guess you would be here with me.”

Love bit her lip, closing her eyes from happiness. Milk lost no time and kissed the girl in front of her, savoring their smiles clashing together. They were both so happy, giggling in the middle of the kiss. But Love was someone who liked to talk- Milk already noticed that even before they started hanging out-, so it wasn’t a surprise when she pushed Milk away again.

“Tell me more!” Love asked, looking adorably at Milk.

“What do you want to know?” Milk felt so important with Love’s curiosity, how the girl was eager to listen to her. She’d tell Love about everything and anything she wanted. She was able to do anything in the whole wide world if Love asked her with those dark boba eyes.

“Hmmm…” Love seemed not to know exactly what she wanted. Milk had noticed that many times she started talking to her like that, just blurting something out and after that deciding what she’d actually say. “Tell me what you thought you would be doing.”

Milk knew this was a slippery path. Love was excited and bubbly right now, but she had noticed that the cheerleader was easy to fall into a jealous feeling. During the last couple of days she saw it many times. All of those, Milk managed to get herself out of the situation, calming Love’s jealousy down and somehow reassuring her. So she took extra care of her answer, even if it wouldn’t be initially something that could create a problem.

“Oh, I’d probably be asleep! Or maybe I’d be at the handball game cheering.”

“What do I have to do with the handball game?” Love sounded almost offended, frowning her eyebrows.

“Well, you tired me yesterday.” If Love was good at flirting, Milk was good at saying things with the most innocent look possible on her face. And it always worked. Right now, Love blushed and squinted, trying to hide her face. “You’re the one who asked!” 

“I didn’t think you’d say that!” Love shook her head, her reddish hair swaying to the sides. That hair was so vivid that it mesmerized Milk. She remembered it since the day she met Love, glowing through the field where the Eagles’ event was held. It wasn’t red. And it wasn’t orange. It was a colour that she could only describe as Love’s hair. This far, Milk could spot that tone of hair in any colour wheel, and she’d immediately relate it to Love. Or maybe to love. And the girl somehow managed to always make it have the same amazing scent of strawberry. Everytime they were close, Milk felt like she was drowning in a sea of strawberry juice. Or maybe soaking in strawberry rain. 

“Milk!” Love exclaimed again. Milk shook her head, realising she was once more lost in her own thoughts. “Why do you keep dozing off? Are you sleepy?” Love’s tone changed from one question to the other, going from kind of annoyed to actually worried.

“Maybe I am.” Milk narrowed her eyes and nodded. Love still looked confused. “Maybe we should lay down.” She then fell to her side, dropping her head on the pillow. Love, straddling her, had no choice but to fall as well. As soon as they were both lying down. Milk adjusted her arms so she could hug Love better, pulling the girl. She giggled and started to sway her body, trying to get rid of Milk’s embrace. But Milk wouldn’t let her go. Not now, not ever.

“You’re naughty today.” Love eventually gave up and rested her head on Milk’s shoulder, grabbing the taller girl’s hand to play with her fingers.

“You were the naughty one yesterday.” Milk could play like this for hours. She was so amused at Love’s shyness. This girl, the girl who she had seen wrap anyone around her finger for years, the girl known for kissing everyone at parties, the girl who everyone swooned over, was shy on her bed because she mentioned them having sex the night before. Milk felt like she won the lottery.

“If you keep saying this, I won’t ever do that again.” The problem was, Love could tease back. Of course she could. 

But Milk was now so comfortable, so used to being near Love, that she was daring and didn’t hold back from crossing a line.

So she flipped them, laying on top of Love, making sure their faces were just centimeters away from each other. It was a bold move, Milk knew that. She was herself flustered like hell. She could feel Love’s whole body under her, and just now noticed that the girl was using just that t-shirt and panties. Nothing else. So as soon as she lowered her body, it molded against Love’s. And it was no surprise how amazing it felt. Just holding Love with full clothes on was already one of the best things in the world. But this- this was new. Milk knew she had already kissed and marked Love’s body before; she knew her hands had wandered around it, touching and grabbing; she knew she had felt Love’s insides clenching against her fingers… but this was definitely more intimate than ever. And she knew Love felt that too, her eyes wide and her lips parted. She saw the girl hesitate for a second.

Before flicking Milk’s forehead.

“Auch!” Milk protested, rubbing her hand on her injured head. Love kissed her there, before going back to her fake angry face.

“Behave yourself. I want to talk to you now.” 

Milk pouted for a second, trying to see if she could make Love change her mind. But Milk was discovering that that small girl was as petty as a child when she wanted to. So she sighed dramatically and rolled over, laying on Love’s side. The cheerleader immediately grinned and scooted over, placing herself inside Milk’s embrace. 

“Now tell me. What are you thinking?” 

That girl was going to be the death of Milk. She had no answer for that, but she knew Love wouldn’t accept that. The player sighed, trying to come up with something.

“I don’t know Love…” Just that brief start made Love start to frown, so Milk was quick to complete the sentence. “It’s kind of hard to think when you’re with me, you know?” 

That seemed to do it. Love smiled lovingly and kissed Milk’s cheek. She felt her face burn with the contact. Milk wondered if she would ever get used to Love’s affection- and she secretly hoped she wouldn’t. This heated and fuzzy feeling was so good.

“Okay so everytime I say something I get a kiss?” She teased, glancing at Love.

“Yes.” The girl nodded, but her look was still mischievous. “But only if it’s something I like!” 

She was so adorable. Milk squeezer her tighter before speaking again. 

“Well, then I’ll have to pamper my girl…” That earned her another peck on the cheek. Milk could play this game. “Right now, I’m thinking about how cute you look with just a t-shirt on.”

Love flicked her again. But then also kissed her forehead.

“I’ll ask so you won’t use this to talk dirty.” Love nodded to herself, but Milk could see the girl was holding back a grin. “Tell me, what were you thinking yesterday at the party?”

“Oh Love, come on.” Milk looked at her, furrowing her eyebrows. “You ask me this and then expect me not to say something dirty?”

“Oh my god I didn’t know you were like this.” Love rolled her eyes and grabbed Milk’s chin. She was clearly amused by doing that, considering she did it many times since they started getting closer. And Milk liked absolutely any type of contact with Love.

“Okay, let me go and I’ll talk nicely.” Milk tried to say, with her cheeks squinched between Love’s fingers. She was small but that hand was strong.

“Good girl.” The look on her eyes showed that Love knew damn well what she was doing. But Milk sighed and decided to ignore that- at least her rational side. Her body was trembling with those words.

“Well I went to the party-” Milk held Love closer, feeling the girl snuggle against her chest. This was the first time, but she already loved lying like this. “Hoping I’d get a chance in line to kiss you.” 

Love looked up at her, eyes wide. She seemed legitimately surprised. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You know lots of girls there wanted to do the same.” Milk said. Now, she wasn’t jealous, it was just a fact.

“Hmm, were you jealous last night?” Love was definitely into that. And Milk couldn’t deny it.

“Of course! It’s not easy liking the prettiest girl at the party, you know.” She said that because it was true. Everybody wanted Love, everybody looked at her with hunger and adoration, every girl who got a chance tried to flirt with her. And as soon as she started liking the cheerleader, Milk also started to notice that movement a lot more closely. She knew Love had kissed other girls since they started… whatever. That was what Love did. Milk herself had kissed Aoey- an awful decision, she could tell now-, so it wasn’t a big deal. But as her feelings grew, the thought of Love kissing other girls, especially when Milk could see it, became more unbearable. That night when Love went to the party and she stayed at the dorms, Milk spent hours trying to fall asleep, rolling on her bed, worried and regretting not going. And when she did sleep, she had visions of Love kissing all kinds of pretty girls, smashing them against the wall, letting them lift her up, taking them to her bedroom. All of that, to be awakened by that drunk little cat who was as needy as ever. That was a great night. 

“You’re charming.” Love was blushing, and Milk noticed she thought she just said that to make her smile.

“It’s simply the truth, Love.” She nodded, reassuring her. “You think I didn’t see all those girls trying to kiss you?” 

For the way Love widened her eyes, she was actually surprised. She smiled nervously. “Well, I didn’t kiss them! I didn’t kiss them yesterday, and I didn’t kiss them the night before, I swear!”

Once more, Milk could only think she was too damn adorable for her own good. 

“Love, you don’t have to tell me what you did and didn’t do.” Milk looked down at the girl, who was looking at her with pleading eyes, full of worry. She could notice that sometimes Love measured her words closely, as if she was afraid to say the wrong thing. It was cute, but it also made Milk feel a little worried about her. Milk never felt like that herself, she usually just said what she was thinking and feeling, and doing what Love did seemed to be so tiring.

“But… I don’t want to make you feel insecure.” 

“Oh Love.” That girl had it too easy with Milk. She just had to flash that look and she’d fold instantly. Right now, she wished she could just hold her tight enough to make them merge into one person, so Love would never worry about that ever again. Because Milk didn’t. “How can I worry about that if you’re here in my arms right now?”

One more thing that Milk felt she was lucky about: she was good at making Love feel at ease. Just with that phrase, she felt the smaller body physically relax and saw Love’s smile come back to her face. 

For like a second. Because Love frowned again.

“So you don’t ever get jealous of me?”

It was kind of difficult to make this girl happy sometimes. But it was all Milk cared about right now, so she didn’t mind. 

“Oh I am! You can bet your ass nobody is going to wrap their arms around your waist tonight.” She frowned, making an angry face. Love seemed to understand who Milk was talking about, since she giggled and looked away, a little embarrassed. “But yesterday we weren’t dating, you know. And all those days before… I did feel uncomfortable seeing you kiss other girls, but it wasn’t my place to complain.” Milk was looking directly to Love’s face to make sure the girl was understanding what she meant. So far, it seemed to work. “I just had to pretend it was like one of the dozens of parties I saw you kiss other girls before you decided you liked me.”

Maybe it was risky, but it was the truth. Milk had seen Namtan go from one of the greatest womanizers on campus to the most tamed girl she had ever seen in her life. She changed completely in the last three years because she fell in love. But Love? She didn’t do that. She was never seen with anyone for more than two or three times. She wasn’t heartless, at least not from that Milk had heard. The rumor that went around was that she didn’t even let the girls have hopes, cutting them as soon as they started to show they were having feelings and wanting something more than just casual fooling around. She was honest with them, at least. But that was all. Love could kiss them, make out with them, take them home, but she didn’t date. 

Well, at least until now. Now she was dating Milk. And Milk was being as honest as she could with Love. Even if it meant getting a crazy stare from that girl.

“What?” Milk asked, not sure if she said something wrong. She couldn’t understand this specific look from Love.

“You… You said you saw me kissing girls at other parties?” Now Milk could understand. Love was embarrassed. “I didn’t know you cared about me before…”

Milk grunted and squeezed Love’s cheeks, amazed at how adorable this girl could be. She was the most beautiful girl on the university team, cheer captain, a social butterfly and the greatest player in hook up terms. But she actually thought Milk didn’t notice her before? And she was shy because of Milk seeing her do her thing before? She could only giggle and tease her.

“Hey, stop making fun of me!” Love protested, but she had a bright smile on her face. “Come on, tell me.” 

Milk relaxed again and sighed. Having a girlfriend like Love took a lot of talking. But anything was worth it.

“What about?”

“Tell me what you thought about me before! It’s weird to think that you had an impression about me before we knew each other for real.” 

Milk just nodded. It was impossible to deny anything to those boba eyes. She had a feeling that was a recurrent thought on her head for the last few days. 

“Well, I thought you were pretty!” She grinned at Love, who was finally patient and glancing with curiosity at her. “And I knew you kissed pretty girls. I knew you were the best cheerleader. Oh, I knew you were Namtan’s friend! So I figured you had to be cool. And you seemed cool, you know. From seeing you talk to everyone at parties and being kind to people every time they reached you.” 

“Milk…” Love’s voice was like a squeal, her eyes bigger than the whole world by now. This time she was the one to steal a kiss from Milk’s lips, leaving the player flustered. She was comfortable with Love, but it was always special when she got a kiss like this.

With that reaction, Milk kept going. 

“Not only that, you know. I’ve seen you speak about cheerleading for the freshmen for three years by now. And you were always so passionate. You know I don’t understand much about cheerleading.” Love chuckled at that. “But it was beautiful to see how much you liked it and cared about the team. And you were always kind and inviting to every girl who decided to try out, even if they had no experience. People talk, you know.” Once more, Love was looking around avoiding Milk’s eyes, blushing. “And I’ve only heard amazing things about you during these years.”

It felt good to tell Love that. Because it felt weird to have all those memories of her and all these things she thought for years about the girl and not tell her. Sometimes she felt like she was betraying Love’s confidence, hiding something from her. But until now, she didn’t see an opportunity to say all of this without it being weird. Luckily, they were truly connected, and Love had asked her exactly what Milk had been wanting to say. 

It was also amazing to receive so many kisses when she was just being honest. Love grabbed Milk by the neck and kissed her on the lips, on her cheeks, on her jaw, everywhere. She covered Milk’s face in kisses before holding her head by the cheeks and staring into her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows. Milk furrowed her own as well, staring back into Love. She didn’t know what it meant, but Love looked cute as hell like this, so she just went along.

“You’re too cute.” She pecked Milk’s lips again and scrunched her nose one last time before letting them both fall again. Love nestled inside Milk’s arms, making sure her whole body was touching Milk’s.

“I feel a little guilty.” Love’s tone was soft and she started running her fingers up and down her girlfriend’s arm, the lightest touch possible. For a moment Milk wasn’t sure what the girl felt guilty about, but maybe it was for making her shiver and get goosebumps all over her body from that. But Milk knew better than mentioning that that was kind of turning her own. She would just get scolded again. So she just nodded, closing her eyes. She had to somehow hide that, and Milk knew damn well her gaze would give her away. “You knew who I was and you had all these opinions about me… But I only started paying attention to you a little while ago…” 

Milk still didn’t dare to open her eyes. But she shook her head slightly, trying to find a trail of coherent thoughts. 

“That’s not a problem, Love…” Those fingers were still on her, now running higher, all the way to her shoulder and collarbone. For what Milk from Love, the girl was aware of what she was doing. But again, Milk didn’t want to get scolded. “I’m still happy to be with you now. I’m glad we met at the right time.”

“But I’m not!” Milk couldn’t even respond to that properly. She would normally furrow her eyebrows or look confused at Love- because she was indeed confused. But she was too busy trying to control her own breathing to let her body react to anything. So she just let out a confused groan to keep the girl talking. “I feel like I lost time I could’ve had with you… I mean, three years not noticing how pretty you are? How funny? How caring?” She felt Love cup her cheek with her free hand, still caressing her with the other one. That made Milk open her eyes and see Love from up close. It was a confusing sight. Her smile was soft, her whole face following it. Milk could tell this was a face full of feelings, feelings directed at her. Warm feelings. But those eyes were dark and deep, full of hunger. Love looked like she adored Milk and wanted to eat her whole at the same time. And all of that made Milk unable to look away. Maybe even unable to move. Not that she’d ever want to move away from Love’s embrace. “I spent three years in the same university as you, even having common friends. How could I waste so much time when I could be near you, kissing you, touching you?” 

Milk was still stuck into those eyes. She saw Love throwing her head back, allowing her hair to fall behind so it wouldn’t be in between them. Milk liked Love’s eyes, they were something that could make her give up on anything in the world. But Love’s hair was probably her favorite part of the smaller girl. It shined like she was an ethereal being. Love looked like a doll. Or a fairy. Maybe a princess. She just knew Love didn’t look like she was from this world, she had to be from some fantasy world that most people don’t have access to. But Milk somehow managed to have it. And she found Love there.

But Love’s hair out of the way was something she was glad about right now. And it didn’t really matter what world the girl had come from. Because right now, she was in this world. And in Milk’s bed. In Milk’s arms. Looking at her like she was the most precious thing in the world, Milk finally moved and wrapped her arms around the slim waist, pulling Love closer. They were almost the same thing now, their breaths synchronized, their bodies moving together, hearts pumping so loud they could even hear it. It was amazing, the best thing Milk had ever felt. Love was looking at her like she was the world. And right now, she couldn’t actually care about anything else in the whole damn world. 

“So don’t waste any more time now.” She managed to say, before closing the gap between their mouths. 

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Love wanted this so bad she didn’t even know how to properly act right now. She felt Milk’s arms around her, her lips touching her own. Milk’s lips were so amazing. Firstly, they could form the most beautiful smile Love had ever seen in her life. She could kill someone for that smile. But not only that. Milk’s lips were addicting, and Love knew she was completely hooked on them. She spent so many hours thinking about those lips after their first kiss it was almost embarrassing. And now she had those lips on her, just like she had Milk as a whole on her arms for almost an hour now. But she couldn’t think straight. She wanted to kiss Milk back and enjoy the new reality of that goddess being her girlfriend. Maybe it was all the new- and happy- information, but as Love felt the girl’s lips on her, she just wasn’t able to kiss back. She knew she was the one teasing Milk with those light touches just seconds ago, and she was actually thinking about kissing her girlfriend senseless. But it just didn’t work for her. Instead, she grinned against Milk’s face and giggled.

“Hey! It’s our first kiss sober!” 

Milk instantly opened her eyes, clearly confused at the timing Love chose to say that. It couldn’t even be considered their first kiss sober since Love didn’t actually kiss her back.

“Love you kissed me like twenty times since you woke me up.” Milk’s tone was ironic and funny. Love melted on that- she had been melting for the whole time since Milk asked her to be her girlfriend, not even sure how she could melt even more. But Milk made her feel like this all the time.

“But not like a real kiss! It was just little pecks.” Love puckered her lips to steal a kiss from Milk’s mouth again. The girl holding her sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah but when I try to kiss you, you don’t let me… Don’t you want to kiss me?” Even if her words seemed kind of annoyed, Milk’s face was the cutest one as she pressed her nose against Love’s. The smaller girl pressed back, so happy about this silly little play with her girlfriend. Her girlfriend!!!

“Of course I do!” She kissed those lips quickly again. “I think about that the whole damn time, do you know that?” Love’s voice was sweet, but her look now was wicked again. With Milk, she could feel her mood changing so fast. She liked that girl very much, and she was the kindest person Love ever met, but she was also so hot and athletic, and she made her body react so freaking fast it made Love lose her mind in seconds. She never knew someone could be both things at the same time, and it amazed her how Milk handled that with mastery. 

“All the time?” If that was even possible, Milk pulled Love closer, tightening the grab on her waist. 

“All the time! I’m obsessed with you.” Love grinned, knowing her teasing was working. The problem was that now she had to hold it until Milk was the one to break, otherwise it wouldn’t make sense. But she was the one wearing almost nothing- just that giant t-shirt and her underwear. She couldn’t even wear a sports bra under the cheer uniform yesterday, so she wasn’t wearing any now as well. So Love was fully aware of all the places her body was touching Milk’s, and of how easily the girl could just touch her skin if she decided to. Also, she was very, very aware of their legs tangled on the bed. Love never knew legs could be something so erotic, but now she was sure of it. Still, she was trying hard to keep it together.

“If you’re so obsessed with me-” Milk was playing dirty too. She slid one hand under the t-shirt and scratched directly at Love’s back, that touch leaving a heated trail on her skin. Love let her head fall back as she closed her eyes, welcoming that feeling. “Why don’t you kiss me now?”

But before Love could answer, she knew she had lost this battle. Milk was just as good at teasing as herself. The girl was still tracing patterns on Love’s back when she took advantage of the exposed neck to run her lips over it. She wasn’t even kissing, it was just a slight brush of lips over her skin. But it was even worse for Love, who felt her whole body shiver. And she knew Milk felt it too, because the girl giggled, proud of her effect. Love couldn’t understand how she got so lucky- a hot and funny girlfriend who was happy to make her feel so turned on? That was the lottery of liking girls. Still, she knew she wanted more, but she wouldn’t be the one to fold first. So she slid her hand to Milk’s nape and pushed the girl’s face against her neck, making her unable to escape. So Milk finally kissed her neck, and Love felt like she was in heaven. 

“Hmm, you have some marks here.” Milk said against Love’s neck, kissing the red marks she left there the night before. Love hadn’t been able to properly see the state of her skin in the midst of taking care of her friends and rushing over to Milk’s bedroom in the morning. But if her memory didn’t fail, Milk had about the same amount of red marks on her own neck as well. She could even think about how this would look ridiculous on the outside world- they weren’t teenagers to walk around like that-, but knowing anyone who looked at them would know they belong to each other made Love kind of proud.

“Oh I wonder who left them there.” She chuckled, still invested in teasing. “I don’t think I remember.” 

Milk didn’t answer her with words, but bit into Love’s neck hard.

“Auch!” Love slapped Milk’s arm. “That hurt!” 

She felt the girl’s warm breath against her skin as Milk chuckled. She bit Love’s neck again, lighter this time.

“Oh Love, if you hit me like that I’ll actually like it.”

Well, that did it. 

Love felt like she’d never win against Milk, the girl knew too damn well how to make her lose her control. Well, kind of. Because Milk telling Love that she liked being hit only reminded Love how she liked seeing Milk at her mercy, just like she was yesterday night. So Love somehow managed to roll them over so she was on top of Milk- that girl was taller and stronger than her, but Love was only starting to find out that she was also willing to let Love do anything to her. As she settled herself on top of Milk, straddling her, she could see the girl’s amused smile looking up at her. 

“Hey Lovergirl.” Milk raised her eyebrows, clearly enjoying that movement. Once more, Love was amazed at how her girlfriend could be cute and hot at the same time. Milk’s cheeks were pink and her smile was welcoming. She looked like a happy girlfriend, looking up at the girl she liked. But Love knew this girl way better by now, and she knew those hands roaming her body would be inside her shirt teasing her in no time. And she knew that even if Milk seemed innocent now, she was the one who marked her neck and made her lose her breath yesterday. Maybe knowing Milk better only made Love like her more, and want her more. It was great that she had already confessed her feelings, because now she could stare at the girl without feeling ashamed or making things awkward. She knew Milk noticed she was staring, taking in everything about the taller girl; but Milk seemed to actually like it, her grin growing wider. “Thinking about kissing me?”

Love broke out of her zone and giggled, leaning down to kiss that stupid grin. She couldn’t deny she was a little scared. She had only kissed Milk when both of them were at least a little bit tipsy, and Love mostly kissed people at parties, so she was also drunk during those times. It was a bit terrifying to think that maybe Milk didn’t like her kiss when she was sober… That was, if she even knew how to do that without alcohol in her bloodstream. Love knew the mechanics of it, but now she was so self aware of each action and reaction, of all the parts on her body, of the taste on her mouth and the textures she could feel, that she couldn’t feel the instinct of kissing so easy going. So when their lips touched, she froze for a second. She liked Milk for real, She couldn’t face the fact that the girl might not like to kiss her sober and end up regretting asking Love to be her girlfriend.

But then, Milk’s hands ran up her back, pulling her closer, and their lips molded together. That’s when it hit Love: she always felt like they belonged together. Not only in the romantic way- so far, Love was hoping this relationship would really work for a long time-, but physically. Every time they kissed, Love felt their whole bodies fitting in a way that felt like they should never be apart, like they came from the same mold and were separated at some point. And that feeling didn’t disappear just because they were sober now. It was the same, maybe ever stronger. 

And Love noticed she knew what to do. She knew better than anyone how to kiss Milk. Not only had she kissed her many times by now, she had also fantasized and replayed those kisses over and over again on her head. She could tell by memory the feeling of Milk’s lips on her own, but the real thing was so much better. Feeling those rosy lips sliding against hers somehow only got better with time. And even by morning, the taste of Milk’s mouth was still the best drug Love had ever tasted. She knew exactly how to gently bite Milk’s lower lip to make her open her mouth. She knew Milk liked feeling Love’s tongue before sliding her own, and she knew how good it felt to take her time kissing her slowly, feeling everything that amazing mouth had to offer. Love had always liked kissing, making out, feeling girls up. But this kiss was so much more, and so different. She had never kissed someone she cared so much about. And those last couple of days made her like Milk more and more, her feeling only growing. So now, she felt that kiss as a second confession. She could feel the other girl was also giving everything of herself on that, kissing Love intensely, taking her time to kiss each lip, to press against her face, to feel the taste of their tongues and breaths mixed together. It was intoxicating. They were so into it that for some minutes, their mouths and heads were all that moved. Love didn’t even remember she was half naked on top of Milk, neither of them able to pay attention to anything other than this kiss.

“This.” Love said between kisses, her voice raspy now. “This is our first sober kiss.” Love couldn’t hide her grin, and she didn’t want to. Now that they were girlfriends, she didn’t want to hide anything anymore. Milk seemed to like it, placing a kiss on the smaller girl’s nose.

“It’s my favorite so far.” 

They stared at each other in that position for a few moments. It was a comfortable feeling, cozy. Even romantic. But just like Milk's gaze, it was a lot of things at the same time. Now that the kiss wasn’t stealing away all her attention, Love was painfully aware of her shirt slowly rolling up, leaving most of her tights showing. She also remembered Milk’s hands were on her back, now caressing her up and down. And Love couldn’t ignore that they were laying down, she was on top of Milk, pinning the girl down. A girl who didn’t seem to mind being pinned down- she looked like she kind of liked it. Scanning her face, Love bit her lip before asking once more.

“What are you thinking about?”

This time, Milk didn’t seem confused or annoyed at the question like she did a short time ago. She just rolled her eyes down Love’s body before answering with the most innocent look on her face. 

“I’m thinking that it’s kind of rude to show up here with another girl’s shirt, don’t you think?” 

Love chuckled, aware of Milk’s intention. She nibbled on the girl’s nose. 

“It’s just Namtan’s. I needed something to sleep.” Love knew they were playing, but she couldn’t resist kissing Milk’s cheeks when they were so close. She kissed them exactly over the moles she liked so much, before lifting her head again so she could see the girl. Milk was flushed, and she clearly liked the tender kisses. But her eyes were dark.

“Well, I don’t care.” Milk moved her hands to Love’s tights, stealing a surprised sigh from the smaller girl. Her fingers traced the hem of the shirt. “I don’t want my girlfriend wearing someone else’s clothes.” Her tone was so demanding. Even under Love, Milk managed to be bossy. And she wouldn’t complain.

Because if Milk was teasing her, Love would push her even further.

“Okay baby.” Love remembered Milk calling her that yesterday, and hoped that it would have the same effect on the girl as it had on her. “I think it’s fair.” She sat up, still straddling Milk, who held a wicked grin on her face. She moved her hand down the smaller girl’s tights, resting them at her folded knees. In that position, Love knew Milk could even feel the texture of her panties on those toned abs, showing under the shirt that was a little rolled up. Once Milk’s eyes settled on her, Love slowly pulled the shirt over her head, throwing the piece on the ground next to them.

The way Milk’s lips parted and her eyes widened made Love feel like the hottest girl in the world. 

She felt those eyes scan her whole body, sitting on top of her only with her underwear now. Milk licked her lips, amazed at the sight before her. Love tilted her head to the side, enjoying that. She couldn’t deny she liked being wanted, and even though many girls looked at her with lust through the years, nothing was like Milk right now. Milk’s gaze gave her in, the girl wanted Love more than anything in the world right now. 

“Come here.” It was nearly a whisper, but Love heard it loud and clear. So grinned and nodded, leaning back down to face Milk closely. For a second, they just stared at each other, warm breaths meeting in the middle.

Then, Milk pulled her in.

This time the kiss wasn’t confessing anything new. Milk was almost screaming at Love how badly she wanted her, biting into the smaller girl’s lips like she could actually eat her. Her hands scratched Love’s back before moving to her front. At first Milk felt the cheerleader’s abs. They weren’t as defined as her own, but Love definitely had muscles there, and they were showing now that she was holding herself on top of her girlfriend. Milk traced the lines she could feel with the tip of her finger while she invaded Love’s mouth, chasing the girl’s tongue with her own. They slid together, a new taste of lust being created in the middle of that. Love was smiling into the kiss when she felt Milk’s hand on her waist, gripping her tight. She couldn’t understand the girl’s intention, until Milk pushed her up, breaking their kiss. The taller girl lifted her head to bury her face in the middle of Love’s breasts, kissing the exposed skin as soon as she reached it. Her hands were still on Love’s sides, fingers digging into her, keeping her in place. She felt Milk’s kisses explore her, before the girl started biting and sucking. Maybe that would also leave a mark, but Love was starting to discover she really liked being marked by Milk. Just the thought of seeing those marks every time she had to change or take a bath turned her on even more. 

“Oh god.” Love whimpered, happy her teasing worked out fine. 

“Everything okay, princess?” Milk asked and promptly bit one of Love’s nipples. 

“Amazing.” She let out with a sigh. Milk’s tongue was now circling her nipple, teasing her, sucking and biting into it. “Everything is… amazing.” 

Milk chuckled slightly before moving to Love’s other breast, hungry for everything she could taste. Her hands slid from the smaller girl’s waist to her ass, feeling her up. Love had to rest her hands on Milk’s shoulder, finding some anchor. She started to rock against the girl’s abs, supported by Milk’s hands accompanying her movement. Love had thought about doing this exact same thing since the first time she saw those abs. It was like a dream- a very dirty dream- come true. Milk’s mouth on her nipples, Milk’s hands on her ass and Milk’s abs against her core… That was more than Love could ask for. And she could have it so easily now. Love knew she was lucky. She moved one hand to tug on Milk’s shirt, leaving her stomach completely exposed for her to grind on. 

“You’re too wet.” Milk whispered against her breasts. The taller girl pulled Love’s chin down, looking into her eyes. “You’re making a mess on my belly.” She had the most fucking condescending look on her face now. Love didn’t understand how Milk could hold up that act on such a difficult moment. At least for Love, who couldn’t think of anything other than how turned on she was. 

“Shut up.” She said, using one hand to press her palm against Milk’s mouth. She had to control her breath to complete. “Just let me… do this…” Love was ridiculous right now. 

She was happy they weren’t in a bathroom anymore, so she could actually moan this time. And even without directly doing anything, Milk was making her moan shamefully. She closed her eyes and dropped her head, her hand still in the same place. Milk bit Love’s hand, letting a groan escape. Love knew Milk was probably also turned on and wet herself, and she had previously thought about giving back what she couldn’t the night before because they were interrupted by Kapook and their drunk friends. But grinding Milk’s abs was just… too good. Love would do many things to Milk just after she ended this. She couldn’t hold her body back, and now she didn’t even have the alcohol to blame. It was only Milk. Milk’s body, so athletic and hot. She was the one to blame, being so fucking amazing all the time, kissing Love better than anyone before, sucking her nipples until she felt her underwear ruined, guiding her ass so she’d move her hips against her. And now, it was Milk’s fault that Love was even more into it, since the girl under her was sucking each finger of her hand, making Love fantasize about even more things to do with Milk. Love was even feeling dirty right now, using her girlfriend’s body like a toy for her own pleasure. But it was too good to even care. She moved her hips with everything she had, grinding down and Milk’s hands anchored her. Her panties were on her way, but Love couldn't bear to stop rocking to take them off. So she had to accept that for now. 

She looked down only to see Milk’s eyes locked into her, hypnotized. She changed her gaze from Love’s face, who was twitching with pleasure, to the girl’s breasts, so close to her face. Milk’s lips were parted, amazed at the sight. But as soon as Love leaned down, she seemed to wake up, going back to kissing between the girl’s breasts. She licked her way up, also kissing Love’s collarbone, making her way to the girl’s neck. It was already marked, so she placed only kisses over it, kissing each mark, letting her tongue linger for a second. 

Love knew that was too good. She knew she was enjoying that so much, and she could tell Milk liked having her on top, moaning and coming undone. But she also knew she’d never finish like this.

“Milk…” Love started to say, before she was startled by the loudest sound in the world. “AH!” She screamed, not out of pleasure now. She was so lost in the moment and inside her own sensations she couldn’t even understand what that noise was. So she clinged to the taller girl’s body, holding her like she was a shield. 

She heard Milk’s chuckle against her chest, the girl’s hands now moving to caress her back and calm her down.

“It’s my alarm, Love.” Milk gently kissed her before looking up.

“Why do you have an alarm at this time? It’s too late for waking up.” Love was pissed at the interruption. 

“This alarm means I have to get ready for my game.” Oh no. “Since the alarm rang, I guess I have about half an hour to go get the bus.” 

“Oh no Milk!” Love whined, pouting. “I want more time with you.” 

“Ah yes I know what you want.” The girl laughed, and Love flicked her forehead. She couldn't deny it, though. “Come on, you have to get ready too. I think we both need a shower and changing.” Love was still pouting, so Milk pulled her chin down pouting fake at her. “Please? I want my girlfriend cheering for me.” 

“Aw..” That broke Love. Even though she wanted to finish what they were doing, she melted at the idea of finally cheering directly at Milk. “You’re too cute.”

Milk grinned and kissed Love’s lips, backing up at the same second. Love felt her head bobbing forward, looking for more contact. But Milk shook her head.

“No, no.” She said, holding Love’s head on both sides. “You know just as well as me that if I kiss you for real, we won’t leave this room.” 

Love rolled her eyes, but didn’t fight. 

“I swear we’ll come back here later, okay?” Milk’s smile was so kind. She was so cute. And decided! Love was down bad. 

“I’ll hold you to it.” The smaller girl narrowed her eyes and scrunched her nose. Milk giggled and placed a kiss on her nose. And another one. And one more.

“I would never let my girlfriend down.”

Even with the interruption, she couldn’t help it. Love was so, so happy. 

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Love never imagined something could ever make her enjoy the university olympics more than she already did. This was the event she looked forward to the whole year long. She’d create and practice the cheer routine, help crafting the props for the crowd, organize everything the sports teams needed to be on top of their game… Everything that was connected to the olympics had Love hooked. And her experience during the event itself had been the best possible for the last two years. They had won the two prior cheerleading competitions, the Eagles were running for their fourth all around championship and all of the parties were a blast- especially for Love, who had all eyes on her, pretty girls lining up to kiss her.

But today she was learning that she hadn’t actually experienced the best version of the games in those years. Because now, walking out of the football team bus wearing Milk’s jersey and holding her hand, she was sure this was the best experience possible. She was a cheerleading captain and her girlfriend was one of the star players of the football team. Not to mention they were both stunningly beautiful, and Love was almost sure they were the best looking couple on that trip. This whole thing seemed like a romcom come to life. Even being over 20 years old, she felt like she was starring a high school romance series. Love knew this was kind of childish, but it was also so warm and good. Maybe life needed a bit of childish wonder for it to be more bearable. And enjoying her honeymoon feeling with Milk was definitely making her appreciate life a little more.

The ones on the team who came with the bus started walking towards the locker rooms. This was the football final, so they were more focused than ever. By now, Love knew everyone on this team, and she had learnt that they had grown into a really tight group of friends. She also learnt that they were good. Like, really good. Love had seen all the football matches during prior Eagles’ events, and they had never been on this level before. After watching every game for the last few months, Love was just as sure as the players that they had what was necessary to win this thing and bring the gold home. But nothing could be 100% certain until the last whistle, so the tension was running high. Milk herself was almost shaking, holding Love’s hand.

“Hey, I think this time you’ll have to cheer from the bleachers…” The player said, taking off her earbuds with her free hand. Something else Love knew by now: Milk always listened to her pump-up playlist before a game. “Since it’s a final, the game is more strict and we can’t risk getting any warnings.” 

Love grinned. She was so happy to be there with Milk as her girlfriend that nothing would break that feeling. 

“Then I’ll scream extra loud so you’ll hear me!” She squeezed Milk’s hand. 

“Hey! No dirty talking on the court!” The player lifted her eyebrows, pretending to be shocked. It was amazing how she was physically unable to hold back a joke, even when she was clearly nervous. 

“Come on!” Love felt her cheeks blushing and rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean it that way…” And she really didn’t. Even if her girlfriend was the hottest girl on court, right now she was focused on being a supportive and cute girlfriend, so that kind of dirty comment didn’t even cross her mind. 

She saw Milk chuckle, amused at her reaction.

“I know, baby.” Love was really digging this whole calling her baby new habit. “I’m sorry for teasing you. I guess I’m just trying to relax a bit.” The girl closed her eyes and sighed. Love could tell her mood had shifted completely since this morning in her bedroom. Then, Milk was the most chill person in the whole wide world, totally relaxed as they talked and behaved like two girls in love. Love couldn’t even completely understand how she had become so chill around her, since just a few weeks ago Milk would blush with every little exchange they had. But now? She sounded like there was something stealing her energy from inside her throat. Love pouted, feeling bad that she couldn’t help her girlfriend with this. She was sure Milk would eventually loosen up once the game started, and she was even more sure they could actually win this. But until that, the player was clearly beaten up.

“I know it’s hard to keep it cool before a final, but you’ll do great, Milk.” Love blinked her eyes a few times, looking up. She knew this would make the girl melt a little bit. She had to use the weapons she had, after all. “You’re like, the top scorer of the olympics by now.” She flashed a grin and saw a shy smile creep up on Milk’s face too. So this was working. “You just have to do your thing there. And I’ll be right on the bleachers watching, very proud of my girlfriend!” Now she stepped closer and pulled Milk into a tight hug. All she could reach right now was Milk’s waist, so she wrapped her arms around it, trying to squeeze all the nervousness out of the girl. Even if her body remained tense, it seemed to work a little bit. Milk dropped her arms and hugged Love back, running her arms on the smaller girl’s back. 

“Thank you, Love.” She whispered, her voice muffled by Love’s hair. Milk let her head rest on top of the reddish hair for a few seconds before pulling away. “I have to go now, okay?”

“I’ll go find Film on the bleachers.” She tiptoed to place a kiss on the girl’s cheek. Even after everything, Milk blushed with that. She was too damn cute. “Don’t forget to dedicate a goal to me!” 

“All of my goals are for you, Love.” The player answered, turning to run towards the locker rooms. This was so nice.

Love climbed the bleachers looking for her friends and found Film already sitting down and looking adorable. She had an Eagles tattoo on her neck and black and blue lines painted on her cheeks. She was, obviously, wearing one of Namtan’s jersey. That made Love smile to herself, remembering that she was also wearing a player’s jersey.

“Hey loverrukk!” Film’s dimples showed as she smiled. “We’ve been trying to find you all morning long. How come you sleep in my bed and leave me by morning?” That teasing tone was proof that she was spending too much time with Namtan. This was the kind of joke the player would crack. 

“I didn’t leave you all alone babe…” She sat down next to her friend, bumping their shoulders. “How are you two feeling today? You were too damn trashed.” 

Film sighed, closing her eyes. 

“I know… I feel like I am too old for this now, can you believe it?” She scrunched her nose at Love, who nodded back. She knew exactly the feeling of not being able to bear a bad hangover anymore. Even if they weren’t actually old. “I don’t even know how Namtan is running around like that.” She gestured to the court, where the girls were already warming up and practicing their plays. Namtan was running up and down the court with the ball on her feet, probably practicing some kind of counter attack. Love couldn’t help but to scan the place looking for Milk, who was in front of the goal doing kick ups. She was so cute. “I had to take medicines and drink like three litres of water before becoming presentable again.”

Love chuckled. She could tell by the way both of them had thrown up over and over again that their bodies would probably be mad at them by morning. But, looking at Film now, she thought that if she didn’t know the story she would never tell the situation of the girl just some hours ago. 

“And you look so pretty!” She screeched. It was true, Film was cute as hell with that makeup on. “I want a tattoo and facial paint too!” 

Film nodded and took out two flasks out of her backpack. Love closed her eyes, letting her friend trace the lines over her cheeks. She loved this. The last day of competitions was the best- well, if your team was in the finals. But luckily, the Eagles were in for the win this year, so they were on absolutely every final. That meant most of the athletes would have the worst day of their lives playing, but it could also turn into the best one. It was tiring- even for the crowd-, but it was the highlight of the event. And at night they’d finally have the cheerleading podium, as well as the all around champion. Love would never brag out loud before time, she couldn’t risk jinxing it, but after their presentation and being on all of the finals? There was no way the Eagles wouldn’t win this year. From her counting during the last few days- another privilege of being on the administration, she received the points of each team every end of the day-, even if they lost the games today they still would be at least on the top three. That was without even counting cheerleading and the other sports they’d play later. 

“You’re done, black and blue.” Love opened her eyes to the sight of a precious grin.

“Thanks, Film.” She opened her phone camera to check the results. “Oh, where’s my tattoo?” Love pouted. She really wanted an Eagle on her face. This was the only acceptable situation to do such a thing, so she liked to go all in.

“Tattoos are with your grumpy friend there.” She pointed upwards the bleaches, where Love could spot a clearly grouchy Earn coming back from the bathroom.

“Man, I can never drink again.” She threw her body on the chair next to them, closing her eyes. She did look like shit. “How are you not dying like me, Film?” 

“She had the best one taking care of her!” Love dropped the pout to grin and hug her friend’s shoulders. Film giggled with her. Earn, on the other side, just grunted again.

“I’m starting to think I should get another girlfriend. Mine clearly didn’t do her job so well.”

“Girl, you already have two. A third one would be too much.” Film teased her, finally getting a chuckle from Earn. The girl opened her eyes and looked over at them. 

“Yeah, they’re enough. I can’t blame this hangover on Kapook, she didn’t make me drink the whole menu of the bar.” Earn reached over to playfully slap Film’s leg. “You’re the one who did it!” 

Film grasped and pushed Earn back, both of them laughing together. Love rolled her eyes, but she was also amused with this. She really liked her friends, and right now she realised that she was spending so much time with Milk during the olympics that she hadn’t balanced it well. It was a good thing that she had to go up to the bleachers today, after all. 

“Okay, okay, stop bantering. I hope none of you get this idea today, because I was there helping Kapook carry you, okay.” She turned to Earn, wiggling her eyebrows with excitement. “Now can you please give me a tattoo?” 

Earn nodded and took out a package of temporary tattoos from her backpack. Love had no idea how the girl managed to get that, but that wasn’t her problem. 

“Where do you want it, Lovergirl?” It was funny, when Milk called her that Love could feel her whole body melting. But with her friends, she just felt the calm and warm feeling of being known and loved for a long time. It was two completely different things, but she liked both very much.

“On my cheek, please!” She offered her side profile to her friend, who promptly glued the tiny paper to her skin, tapping it with a wet tissue. Earn was so prepared for this.

“Okay…” Love could’t see when Earn’s eyes drifted from her cheek to the rest of her side. “On the cheek, right above these shameful hickeys, perfect!” 

Oh Earn was a bitch.

Now she could see both of the cheerleaders exchanging a look and then examining her neck, no subtle at all. Film grabbed her chin and lifted it up taking a closer look. 

“Oh I have a guess on who made this…” She chuckled, looking jockinly at Earn, who was also grinning like a devious child. 

“Oh baby, my girl had to hear those two, can you believe it?” 

Love felt her face burn with shame with that comment. She was hoping Kapook hadn’t actually heard them yesterday, but the fact that she knew who was in there wasn’t helping her case. She closed her eyes, not knowing how to answer her friends. 

“Hey, Love!” 

If it was even possible, that interruption made her like Milk even more.

She opened her eyes to see the girl- her girl - leaning over the net separating the court from the bleachers. She was already starting to get sweaty, her hair perfectly tight into a ponytail, and that freaking cute smile on her face. Love couldn’t help but to feel a smile growing on her own face, even being painfully aware of her friends staring at her, then back at Milk. 

“Can you lend me your water bottle? I think I forgot mine at the dorms, and I’m sure I’ll need it during the game.” Milk, as always, seemed not to notice the tense vibe. Actually, Love was starting to think the girl just didn’t care. And to be honest, with those perfect eyes and beautiful smile staring at her, she didn’t either. 

“Sure!” Love stood up and climbed down the last few steps to reach the net as well, passing the bottle though one of the holes. “Is the match starting now?” 

“Yeah, in a few minutes.” Milk bobbed her head at the giant clock on the side of the court. But Love didn’t even bother to look that way, always mesmerized by her girlfriend. From here up close, she could notice that Milk’s breath was already warmer and more erratic from running up and down the court. Her cheeks were also a bit flushed from the heat. Everything she used to think was gross on everybody else, just made Milk look more cute and hot to her. 

“Okay, I won’t keep up too long then.” Love had to be true: she was waiting to do this since she decided to go after Milk a while ago. “Just wanna wish you good luck.” 

Love tiptoed and cupped Milk’s cheek before placing a sweet, light kiss on the girl’s lips. She just let it linger for a second, before backing off and grinning. Milk was grinning at her two, those dark eyes almost closed from her smile. She expected the girl to become shy or something, but Milk seemed so much more laid back after they decided to go official this morning. She didn’t look embarrassed or flushed, just happy. And even proud. Love liked being something Milk was proud of. 

“Score for me.” Love whispered, scrunching her nose. 

“Always baby.” Milk winked at her before running off to the benches, carrying Love’s bottle. Her eyes followed the player until she reached the team, her mind wandering on this fuzzy feeling Milk created on her every time they were close. 

“Girl, come back up here!” Film shouted, pulling Love from her daydreaming. When she turned back, she saw her friends glued together, already laughing at her. Love couldn’t do anything, just roll her eyes and go sit with them.

“Loverrukk, what shifted?” Earn tugged on Love’s jersey- well, Milk’s jersey-, looking her up and down. Film’s eyes traced the same pattern before gazing at Earn. “You’re wearing Milk’s jersey, kissing her good luck, showing up all marked from her lips…” Okay, that last part was unnecessary. Love blushed at the mention.

But the truth was: she wasn’t ashamed. On the contrary, she was proud. The look on her face was probably the same as Milk’s a few minutes ago. Love knew wearing Milk’s jersey was almost like a leash, marking who she belonged to- same for the hickeys. But she didn’t care. She actually liked it. She was so damn happy and proud to be Milk’s girlfriend that she wanted to scream it to the whole world. And kissing her good luck? That was her way of doing the same, showing everyone who was there that player had an owner. Also, she just really liked kissing her girl. 

“Don’t come teasing me.” Love crossed her arms, nodding at her friends’ clothes. “You’re both also wearing your girlfriends’ jerseys.” 

She was the comical movement of Film and Earn looking down at their shirts, then at each other, and finally looking at Love, an open mouth smile on their faces. 

“GIRLFRIENDS?” Both of them screeched in synchrony. God, they were all really stereotypical cheerleaders, Love couldn’t deny. 

Just like she couldn’t deny this. And actually she had been dying for someone to ask her this so she could brag about her girlfriend. 

“Girlfriends, babies!” She screeched as well, getting pulled into a messy hug by her friends. They giggled together in the middle of “oh my gods” and tiny screams. 

“Tell us, please.” Film looked like a happy kid, biting her lip very excitedly. “Was that during the party? Oh god, did our drunk asses interrupt your romantic moment?” Earn flicked Film’s forehead with that question.

“No, stupid. I told you when Kapook asked for help they were-” 

“THIS MORNING!” Love cut, not wanting Earn to finish that sentence. “I woke up after helping and sleeping over at Namtan and Film, then I went to Milk’s bedroom.” 

“Damn Love, you couldn’t even wait a few hours before hopping back on her lap?” Earn was so into this teasing thing. This kind of attitude had to be coming from Ciize. Love sighed, thinking her friends were slowly becoming their girlfriends.

“Stupid. I went there to talk to her, okay.” She saw the girl opening her mouth to say something- and judging by the smirk on her lips, it was going to be something dirty and stupid again-, but Love placed a finger over her mouth to shush her. “Talk for real. I told her what I felt, and Milk asked me to be her girlfriend!” Love grinned, finally getting smiles instead of teasing from her friends. “And then she gave me her jersey…” She giggled, looking down at the piece. It looked like a dress on her, covering the Eagles shorts she was wearing. But it was so nice, wearing her girlfriend’s jersey when the girl was playing a final. 

“Your smile is blinding me, oh god.” Film pushed Love, jocking, but proceeded to pull the girl back into a hug, pulling Earn as well. “I’m happy for you, Lovergirl. You two are a cute couple.” 

“Yeah, you fit nice together.” Earn said, snuggling her nose to Love’s cheek. “And for what I’ve heard, you two also are the same brand of wicked.”

“Oh my god, can you shut up!” Love pushed them back, rolling her eyes. She sat on the bleacher next to them, trying to change the subject. “There, the match is starting, let’s watch.” 

None of them protested. Now, they were three cheerleaders doing what they did best: cheering for their team. And in their case, they had a special fuel to this, because all of them were locked into girls on the team. 

So they cheered. And they screamed. And they chanted old songs and invented new chants for their girls. Love couldn’t see from her own place, but she was sure they had to be a cute image. Three pretty girls, wearing jerseys clearly too big for them, with painted faces and fake tattoos, cheering for their lives on the bleachers. Even if this game was tougher than the last ones- it was a final, after all-, the crowd and the team were so in sync that it didn’t seem like a confrontation. It seemed like the Eagles team was there to stage a show for their crowd, and the other team was just there as collateral damage. They were good, there was no doubt. But since the start, Love could feel on her bones that they’d win. She just knew. So she gave all she had. By this point, her voice was already failing and husky, but she found something inside her throat that made her howl louder than ever. This time, she wasn’t ashamed of screaming Milk’s name whenever the girl touched the ball. It was the Eagles’ show, but for her that player was the main star. So it made Love lose her cool when Milk finally dribbled three girls in a row and kicked the ball right into the goal, making the crowd go wild and start chanting that they were champions. On the court, Milk ran straight to Namtan, jumping into her friend’s arms, who lifted her up for a few seconds. They held each other’s faces, screaming together. Even with all the wildness of the moment, Love couldn’t ignore that they were cute as hell. 

And then, Milk ran away from Namtan’s arms, ignoring that she had to go back to the game- they still had about 20 minutes left. She ran wildly towards the bleachers, and Love felt two pairs of hands pushing her away, making her drop to the net again. She couldn’t believe herself as she saw the player rushing to her, a giant smile on her face. When she reached there, Milk passed her hands through the net, holding Love’s head by the sides. She pulled the small girl to her, leaning down, and kissed her with urgency. Love was hoping it would all pass in slow motion, like it happened in movies. But it was so fast, so sweaty, so honest, that she didn’t even fully acknowledge it. Milk kissed her hard, pushing their faces together, her lips still forming a smile. Love felt the salty sweat on her girlfriend’s face, and puckered her lips, kissing her back. The next second, she felt Milk slipping away and running back to her place on the front of the court. Love was left there, shaking her head, kind of lost with how that could’ve been so romantic and fast at the same time. Her gaze was still locked on Milk, who moved across the court like nothing had happened, while Love’s head was fuzzy. But she had that stupid grin on her lips, the same one Love had right now, a symptom that couldn’t let her deny that she was just as pleased as Love with that huge showing of affection in the middle of the whole Eagles’ crowd. Now, if anyone still had any doubt, it was clear that Love was Milk’s girl, and the other way round. Love bit her lip, savouring the feeling of being claimed on such a high note. Her girlfriend was not only a star player, the top scorer of the championship, a gold winner; but she was also fucking proud of being with Love. So proud that she kissed her there, on the most important game of the year, right after scoring the goal that secured the football team in first place.

Yeah, this was the best way to spend the olympics. And they still had about four gold medals to win. And one more night to spend together before going home. Love couldn’t stop smiling.

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“Dude it makes no sense that they won’t give us our medals now!” Namtan was mumbling- well, kind of screaming-, pissed as hell. “We are champions baby, let me show off you know??” 

The girl was walking backwards, talking to her team, who was walking out of the locker rooms. Even though her tone was irritated, all the girls could see her face was glistening, and the rest of the eyes looking at her were reflecting the same shine. The football team, this football team, felt a different kind of victory by winning this first place. After years of being good but not the best ones, they somehow became the closest friends among the college teams and that was apparently what was missing. Once they were glued to the hip and had their share of sleepovers, hanging out and even hook ups between the players, they turned into an unstoppable force and paved their way to the podium with no games lost during the whole university olympics.

Also, these girls were so very pretty that some of them managed to be dating the cheerleading team, making every competition even more interesting and fun. The three cheerleaders were just outside the lockers, watching that display of pride and smugness from Namtan, giggling between them. Film ran towards them, hugging her girl from behind, while Love and Ern stood in place, never once taking their eyes off their targets. 

“You’re a champion baby!!” Film repeated the player’s words, squeezing her as tight as she could. Namtan dropped the act and squealed, turning fast to wrap her arms around Film. Love was used to seeing Namtan lose her composure near her friend, but it was too cute every time. And after those years seeing Namtan play and give all of herself to football, it was especially nice to see her win as a captain- Love knew from up close how cool it was to lead a team into victory.

“Here’s my trophy!!” Namtan was also cheesy as hell. “Did you see how well I played, babi?” 

The rest of the team just passed through them, everyone perfectly used to those two being idiots in love. 

And even though Love liked seeing her friends happy, she was way too focused on her own champion to even care about them. She stood by Earn, turning on her tiptoes, grinning at Milk as she saw the girl walk over to her. Now, it seemed like everything was in slow motion, because Milk was taking way too long to walk over to her. But Love was trying to contain herself- it didn’t seem something very chill of her to literally run after Milk on the first day they were really dating. But damn, she wanted to. She still couldn’t understand how Milk managed to become even more attractive when she was sweaty and stinky, but it was the truth. Her hair glued to  her face, her jersey wrinkled and kind of stuck into her shorts, her legs toned after running like crazy for over an hour. Milk was something else. And she was walking towards Love with the prettiest smile ever on her face.

“Congratulations!!” Love screeched in Milk’s ear as the girl lifted her up, spinning them in place. The player’s body was burning up from heat and her arms were firm and strong, holding Love against her and lifting her body. This was the most secure she had felt in a long time. Milk just hummed against the reddish hair, snuggling into her girlfriend. Love snuggled back, squeezing her shoulders. She had to admit, she felt a little disappointed after being put back on the ground. Still, Milk’s hands were still on her waist and their bodies touching.

“I’m so happy!” Even her voice was cute. Love never experienced feeling so proud of someone else’s victory. She wanted to give Milk the whole world for winning this gold. “Can you believe this?” The taller girl’s hands traveled to cup and squeeze Love’s cheeks, shaking her head. Something else that Love had never seen before was Milk so excited about something. She even felt a little bad for not knowing exactly how Milk’s journey with football had been all those years before, like she did with Namtan. Luckily, she’d probably have a lot of time and opportunity to find that out in the future. So she didn’t dwell into it now, just giggled and nodded agreeing.

“I can!” She pressed a quick peck on Milk’s lips, making the girl grin even more. “I’m so proud of you!” 

“Woah woah what is this?” Namtan hugged both of them, arms over their shoulders. She looked at Milk, then at Love, staring into her eyes. “How come the two of you are suddenly kissing on court, after games…?” 

Love giggled, smiling at her friend. Once again, she couldn’t deny that she was really proud of being Milk’s girlfriend and showing it off everywhere they’d go. She remembered all the games she saw and how she wanted to do exactly this: run to Milk and kiss her good luck, or celebrate a victory hugging her like this. Love was very much living a dream right now- even if it was a dream she found out she had just a couple of months ago. 

The thing was, not everyone knew they were dating yet. 

“Come on my friend.” It was amazing how relaxed Milk was near the football team, especially next to Namtan. She placed a hand on Namtan’s waist and bobbed her head to the side, an ironic look on her face. “Can’t I kiss my girlfriend after winning?” 

The loof of pure shock on her friend’s face just made being claimed in public better. Namtan’s chin dropped and her eyes widened. She started chuckling, looking back from Milk to Love over and over, pointing at them. 

“No way! You two?” Her grin was so big that Love could tell she was almost as happy as herself. But just almost. Nobody could ever be as happy as her dating Milk. Even so, Namtan was a god friend for both of them and she was undoubtedly the most caring person Love had ever met- that was what made her such a good friend, after all. Also, it was something that made Film fall for her, as far as Love knew. “FINALLY! Oh my god I’ve been waiting for years for this to happen.”

Well, that got Love confused. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked from Milk to their friend.

“What? For years?”

Namtan grinned smugly, nodding.

“Yeah babe, I always knew you two would be a good match.” 

“You’ve seriously never mentioned that.” Milk shook her head, making a face at Namtan. 

“Well, I thought about it!” Namtan nodded, refusing to lose. “And it is clear I was right all along. No need to thank me.” 

“Can you all get moving?” Kapook poked Namtan, making them finally leave the front of the locker rooms. “We have another final in like twenty minutes, I bet the bus is outside.”

Her tone was sharp, but Love noticed that she was holding Earn’s hand. Actually, she was holding Earn’s pinky finger . How cute was that. Kapook was tall, toned and had this kind of bad-girl-with-a-motorcycle vibe, but Love was starting to notice that she was a softie with her girlfriends, and maybe with everyone she cared about. This scene of Kapook’s finger holding Earn’s finger was just enough to make someone develop diabetes. But it got even worse- or better, for the sake of romance- when she noticed Ciize was walking behind them holding Earn’s ponytail. Those three were a menace. Love, as a normal person, was happy just holding her one girlfriend’s hand as they walked outside to take the team bus.

“I don’t understand why everyone is so baffled at Love having a football player girlfriend.” She shrugged, like she hadn’t also made a big deal out of it just an hour ago at the bleachers. Earn rolled her eyes, but winked at Love with a funny smile before completing. “I have TWO of them and nobody says anything.”

Now she could hear the whole team laughing, and Earn smiled, satisfied that her joke had landed. It was crazy to think that the three of them had also passed through so much during this short time. It had been difficult enough to understand and deal with her feelings towards one girl, Love could never imagine how she’d deal with the confusion she knew Earn had to. Her friend was usually so guarded, and now she had two girlfriends, one of them being one of the most outgoing people she knew- right next to Namtan. And Kapook herself was kind of reserved… Love would never understand how they fell into this dynamic, but now they actually seemed like a perfect match as well. 

She was lost thinking about all of those relationships as they sat on the bus. Obviously, she was sitting next to Milk, who immediately turned to Love, searching for something on her backpack. 

“Here.” She handed a chocolate bar to the cheerleader, smiling adorably.

“Is this for me?” Not like she’d ever refuse food. Or anything from Milk.

“Yeah. I know you have like a whole restaurant in your room, but I didn’t know if you’d bring something. And since we didn’t have breakfast… or lunch… and now you still have to see me play for one more hour…” Milk was swaying her head from side to side with each sentence, making such a funny face. “I brought some snacks for you!” She grinned and touched Love’s nose. “I know you like to eat.”

Love couldn’t believe how cute this girl was. She was cute before, and caring, and pretty; but it seemed like Milk had been just like her: holding back not to come off too strong. And since they decided to become official- like, three hours ago-, she was more laid back and acting on her gentle behaviour. Once again, the cutest girlfriend Love could manage to snatch. She pouted and scooted over, laying her head on Milk’s shoulder. The most comfortable place on Earth, she had come to know. 

“You’re too cute.” 

“And too tired.” Milk closed her eyes. “I’ll rest on the ride, okay?”

Love nodded, humming as she took a bite from her chocolate. Milk had mentioned that she brought snacks, on the plural. She wondered what other snacks were inside that backpack. Even though she was eating right now, Love could already think about the next thing she’d munch on. Maybe it was something salty, she could use something like that. And they’d have to actually eat something before the party, because she didn’t want to throw up because she was drinking with an empty stomach. And this party would probably start later than the others, since they still had the athletics moment and the final podium for every sport and the grand champion. Now, Love hoped they’d have more than one break for eating.

Her thoughts about food and snacks were interrupted by Milk’s hand tapping her own. She looked over to the girl, but she still had her eyes closed, head resting on the bus seat. So, she looked at the hand, palm facing up. Love was kind of lost. So Milk frowned her eyebrows and clenched her fingers, signing something. The smaller girl giggled, finally understanding it. She placed her free hand- the other was still very busy with the chocolate- over Milk’s and saw the girl smile swiftly. Life felt so nice when you had a pretty girlfriend that wanted to hold your hand at all times. She saw Milk drift into some kind of light sleep caressing her hand, and Love felt like she was melting as much as the chocolate on her mouth. Everything was so sweet around her right now.

–

Once again, Love had to sit with the crowd to watch the game. Finals were really important. The problem was, she didn’t like basketball as much as she liked football. And Milk didn’t play so well. In this game especially, she didn’t play at all, only for about ten or twenty minutes. During the time she was on court, Love cheered and screamed her name every time Milk scored or even touched the ball. But now? She was chanting with the crowd and helping Earn and Ciize scream for Kapook, but it was kind of boring. Even after Milk’s class during the last game, when the girl really tried teaching her the basics while the game was still happening, Love couldn’t understand everything. And the game would stop all the time for a free throw, because everything counted as a fault, and depending on the type of free throw, it could be one or two points… And the scoreboard? She couldn’t keep up with that. It was crazy that somebody had actually invented a sport that could end with a score of 102 against 93. Those numbers didn’t even make sense. Everything was fast so it should make the game interesting. Still, Love caught herself staring at the scoreboard over and over to see how long it would take for the game to end. Actually, everytime she thought it was ending, it was just the end of a quarter. So many quarters. And her girlfriend was down there at the benches, screaming for her friends, looking adorable with the Eagle’s jersey and her giant sneakers on. That was Love’s favorite thing about basketball: basket sneakers were way more stylish than the cleats. 

Anyway, the game was boring. So boring that Love’s mind started to wander, and an idea popped in her mind. She had promised Milk that she’d give her a flower for each goal, but they were on the last day of competitions, after the player had scored several times, and Love didn’t give her anything. Milk was stranded inside the court, and Love was way too annoyed at this sport, so she decided to hunt around for flowers for her girlfriend. Today, she was fully aware of everyone looking at her as she exited the court and walked around the common area. But, different from the first day, she was glad people were looking at her. She knew it was still because she was beautiful- even dating Milk she liked receiving looks of admiration, like anyone would. But it added a little spice seeing some girl’s disappointed faces once they noticed Milk’s name on her back. Also, it was nice wearing a jersey so big that it seemed like she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Love knew she had toned legs, so it was no problem if people wanted to watch her. Especially now, that she knew the one girl she actually cared about watching her and thinking she was beautiful was hers. She didn’t care about those people wanting her, and she didn’t care if Milk saw them doing that. Because Love knew she’d come back to Milk after everything- and so would the other girl. This feeling was different than the lust of being wanted, it was better. Because every look she received reminded her that she already had the most gorgeous girlfriend possible.

Obviously, an university event wasn’t the best place to find a flower shop, so Love’s plan was quickly frustrated. She buffed and leaned against the outside gates, trying to think of a better solution. That’s when she saw another pair of eyes scanning her, these ones with a special dirty look on them.

“Hey pink girl.” Sonya approached Love, pulling her into a hug “Are you lost here?” 

Once again, Love felt much more secure interacting with Sonya now that she was official with Milk than before. Because now, there would be no doubts. Any girl could talk to her and she could simply say she had a girlfriend- a tall, athletic and kind of jealous girlfriend. 

“Hey.. I was actually searching for something, but I don’t think I’ll find it here.” Love scrunched her nose, really annoyed at her plans.

“Oh baby, I can help you find anything you’d like.” Sonya smirked. That girl was a hazard, she couldn’t go two minutes without flirting. And her hands still resting on Love’s waist after the hug were just as suggestive as her tone.

“Sonya… You know I can’t…” Love tried to be as gentle as she could. Sonya was so nice yesterday, she didn’t want to be rude to the girl.

“Oh girl, come on. I know.” She gestured to Love’s clothing. “After what you said last night and this jersey? I’d have to be stupid to think you’re open for business.” Sonya’s face was so ironic Love couldn’t hold back a giggle, pulling the girl into a laughter as well.

“Thank you for being observative. We actually made it official this morning.” Her grin was bigger than the world right now, and she didn’t hold back. Sonya also smiled, squeezing her hands on Love’s waist. She was honestly happy. “I had a deal with Milk I’d give her flowers if she scored, and I haven’t been able to keep up with it during the olympics. So I tried to find somewhere here selling flowers, but there’s obviously none.” Love pouted, but Sonya’s expression was the complete opposite. Her smile grew on her face as she intertwined her arm with Love’s.

“Then I actually do have what you need, Love.” She started walking outside, down the street, and for some reason Love just let herself be taken as well. Another beautiful thing about the university olympics: she didn’t have to think a lot about things, she could just do whatever came to mind. There were no rules here- apart from like, sports rules and common sense. “I found flowers on this market nearby on the first day.” 

This was weird.

“Why did you buy flowers?” Love knew her own chase was eccentric in this situation, let alone Sonya’s, who seemed like a womanizer. It didn’t suit the single and ready to mingle vibe.

“I bought it for Mhee after our cheerleading competition. It was her first time competing and she only joined the team for me. She deserved something, you know?” Well, this was a bit weird for Love too. Sonya’s tone was so endearing as she led Love down the street towards a neighborhood market. She didn’t sound like the bold and sharp girl always ready to flirt with anyone. She talked about her friend in the most endearing way, like she had her heart. “Don’t look at me like that, okay.” She must’ve noticed Love staring in disbelief. “I like girls and flirting, but I’d drop it all for Lookmhee. That is, the day she actually comes to her senses that she actually likes girls.” 

“Oh.” Love’s chin dropped hearing that. Poor Sonya. It was the worst thing in the world to be in love with your straight best friend. “I hope she comes around… But didn’t you say you’re like friend with benefits?” 

Love was hooked on this story as they entered the market and she could see the flowers. They were obviously not the most beautiful ones, and there weren't a lot of options, but it was something. She didn’t want to break the one promise she had made for Milk so far. So she started to look around, choosing the flowers that looked fresher.

“Yeah, that’s the thing. She likes to spend time with me, kiss me, and everything else, you know.” Sonya side-eyed love, handing her a pink flower. Oh yeah, she did know. “But she thinks it’s just a girl-friend thing. Like girl and friends, not girlfriends.” 

“She’s stupid.” Love blurted out, before covering her mouth. “I’m so sorry, oh god…” But Sonya was laughing, so it was probably good. “She liked all that with you, and she gets jealous when you’re kissing pretty girls… does this girl know she’ll eventually lose you to one of the girls swooning over you?”

“Oh babe.” Sonya shook her head as they walked towards the cashier, Love holding a kind of messy bouquet on her arms. “She’ll never lose me. I can play with everyone, but Mhee is my real love.”

This trip was making Love see so many different kinds of love around her. Maybe it was because she was herself finally opening up her heart for someone after 24 years of age. Now she could see her friends- new and old ones- finding love in many forms and ways. Somehow, all of them managed to be happy with what they had found. It was even inspiring. The best part was that Love’s favorite love story so far was her own. She felt like a real life princess, finding someone good and charming that liked her just as much as she did. 

“There’s your girl.” Sonya pointed towards the court, where the game apparently had just ended. Once again, Love was startled at the difference between the football team and this one. At the football final they were cheering and hugging each other like they had just won the World Cup, But the basketball team also won the final, they secured the gold, but they were patting each other’s back like this was the end of another simple practice. As an athlete herself, Love couldn’t understand how anyone could play with so little passion. 

Speaking about passion, that was all she could feel once she laid her eyes on Milk. Her two-times gold winner girlfriend was walking towards her, backpack hanging on just one shoulder, the most beautiful smile she had ever seen growing on her face. Love wished she could take a picture and carry it with her everywhere. 

“Hey Loverrukk!” Milk approached them, hugging Love and lifting her off the ground for a second. She loved it when Milk did this. “We won another one!” 

Love grinned back at the taller girl, trying to decide between kissing her or…

But Sonya puller her out of her thoughts, poking Love’s side. 

“Auch..” She protested, looking at Sonya.

“Oh… I didn’t see you Sonya…” Milk looked at the girl, clearly not pleased. She didn’t look angry, but she certainly wasn’t happy. 

Luckily, Sonya was good with girls in any way possible. So she just smiled fondly and pushed Love forward. 

“I just went outside to help your girlfriend ” she made sure to emphasize the word “find these for you.” 

Love wasn’t stupid, so she took the cue. Sonya’s way of talking had already broken down Milk’s annoyed look, but as she pushed the bouquet between them, she saw that face turn into the most adorable pout possible. 

“Wow Love… these are so many flowers… and so beautiful…”

“Only the best for my winner girlfriend!” She grinned at Milk, forgetting completely about Sonya, the team, or anyone else around them. All it mattered for her was her girlfriend right now. “I told you I’d give you a flower for each goal you scored.” 

Milk held the flowers close to her face and smelled them. Forget about feeling like a princess. Now Love was sure Milk was the real princess here. Her soft smile and pretty face near the flowers looked like a real life fairytale. That was, if you ignored her oily ponytail and dirty jersey. But still, she was prettier than anything Love had ever seen, better than her dreams. 

“You know, Love.” Milk leaned in, placing a gentle peck on Love’s lips. “This right here.” Now she kissed Love’s cheek. “Is better than any trophy I ever won.”

And damn it, Love agreed with her. 

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“I like holding your hand.” Love said, resting her head on Milk’s shoulder, as they waited in line for food. Finally, some real food. 

“Aw, you’re cute.” Milk leaned her head back on top of Love’s. “I like holding your hand too. And my flowers!” She lifted her small bouquet, making Love giggle and use her other hand to caress Milk’s arm. Just one hand touching her was not enough. 

They were in line for the only restaurant inside the dorms. It didn’t have much variety, but at least it was real food. Love was longing for a real hot dish after hours of surviving over small snacks. Milk had been extremely gentle and throughout the day she had made sure to keep Love’s monster stomach under control. She brought chocolats, chips, peanuts, sour candies and even bought her an ice cream after she ran out of snacks. Love was feeling so cherished with this princess treatment. She knew Milk was kind to everyone, but it was clear that she was the kindest to her girlfriend. So for most of the day, her stomach was just as full as her heart. But she was really craving something more substantial, especially since they still had a party tonight and neither of them wanted to throw up after drinking. So they went with Ciize, Earn and Kapook to the restaurant while Namtan and Film decided to eat burgers. Love made a mental note to ask them where the burger place was. She might need it later for after the party. 

“I really want to eat.” Love mumbled.

“I know you do…” She felt Milk chuckling, her shoulders moving with it. “You turn into a grumpy cat when you’re hungry.”

“Hey!” Love lifted her head and stared at her girlfriend. “Is that why you’ve been feeding me all day long?”

“Of course.” Milk pressed her forehead against Love’s, leaning down. “I don’t want to get scratched by a grumpy orange cat.” She winked, and Love couldn’t hold her angry face anymore. She pushed Milk, giggling. 

“I’d say you actually like being scratched by this orange cat Milkyway.” 

If they didn’t recognize the voice, the content of this sentence was enough to understand who was saying it. 

“Ciize can you behave yourself?” Milk asked, rolling her eyes.

It was so weird and fun how they had the same friends. Ciize was Love’s friend and they used to have some wild times at parties. But she was also Milk’s sports partner, so they had their own bond. The best part of it was that Milk’s laid back personality was her most attractive one. She was beautiful all the time, but seeing her comfortable enough to joke around and tease their friends made Love feel butterflies on her stomach just like the first time they had flirted. Now was one of the cases, and she knew both of the players could see her cheeks turning red from just this silly exchange. 

“Well, I hope you do!” Love answered, making Milk be the one to blush now. She was also comfortable with Ciize, so it was no problem to expose herself a little bit.

“Oh I’ll…” Milk looked around, trying to find some kind of escape. “I’ll ask for our food, okay? You can go sit with the girls!” 

Love and Ciize looked at each other and laughed seeing the tall girl practically run away and skip line.

“Babe, your girlfriend is too shy.” Ciize linked her arm with Love and they walked towards the table where Earn and Kapook were sitting with their own meals, watching something on Kapook’s phone. “Who could’ve thought wild loverrukk would end up with a shy girl?”

“She’s not shy when they’re together.” Kapook said, without lifting her eyes from the device. Love gasped and kicked her leg under the table as she sat down, finally making the girl look away from the screen. “Don’t blame me, I had to listen to your dirty talk through the wall.” 

“Yeah and I had to see you three sleeping naked together, so I think we’re even.”

“I wasn’t naked!” Earn also looked at her, lifting a finger. “Wasn’t sleeping either.” 

“I know, baby.” Kapook winked at Earn. They were definitely closer since before the olympics. Love was glad this was being a good experience for her friends just as much as for her. “But you know who was? Love! At Milk’s bedroom. When I was waking up the basketball team.” She shook her head, trying to annoy Love. “I win this one.”

The cheerleader buffed and rolled her eyes. She hadn’t realised she and Milk were so entangled with Kapook until now. But they did cross paths a lot of times outside from their fixed friend group. Maybe she was also closer to the goalkeeper after the last few days. She couldn’t tell if it was just a coincidence or if the girl was making an effort to mingle more with her girlfriends’ friends, but either way it was cute. And Kapook was cool.

“Anyway, what are you two watching there?” Love tried to change the subject, but it didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Not so smooth, Love.” Ciize poked her ribcage, smirking. But she did let it go. “I went back there to get you so you could see it too. The organization released the photos from the previous days.” 

Earn slid her phone to Love, an open folder with dozens of pictures 

“Oh my god!!! These are amazing.” Love scrolled right past the ones she could see weren’t from their team, searching for black and blue clothes. The photos weren’t very well organized, so there were some cheerleading pics mixed with other sports and even some random party images in the middle of that. But she could easily find her friends, since they were all in at least one sport. And truth be told, they were really pretty so any photographer would snap them even if they were just cheering at the bleachers. “Aw, you two look so cute here!” She found a picture of Ciize jumping  in Kapook’s lap as they were celebrating a goal. 

“We always do.” The shortest girl leaned to kiss Kapook’s cheek. They actually were, Love couldn’t deny. She saw Earn looking lovingly at the exchange. Love smiled and kept scrolling as they commented on the photos, enjoying their owns and gossiping about the other girls who appeared on them.

“Are you looking at pictures of other girls?” Love heard a voice behind her- not only a voice, her favorite voice. Milk was standing looking over at the cellphone, holding two bowls of something steamy. Love didn’t know what it was, but she was sure Milk knew exactly what she’d like, so she wasn’t worried.

“You’re back!” Love leaned back, using one hand to wrap her girlfriend into a back hug. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she wanted to touch Milk any way possible. “Look how cool you look on this one.” 

Milk sat down next to Love, settling the bowls in front of them. The cheerleader turned the phone so she could see a picture of herself looking fully focused, hair in a ponytail, face a bit sweaty and red.

“Hey, this is from a basketball game! I suck at playing, but at least I look cool doing it!” She chuckled, scrunching her nose.

“You look beyond cool. This is my favorite photo ever.” Love saved the photo on the phone and sent it to herself. “I’ll keep this as my locker screen so everyone will know I have a gorgeous and sportsy girlfriend.” She grinned at Milk, blinking her eyes to charm the girl. It was clear that was enough to melt the player, who brushed her nose against Love’s. 

“Let me see some more. You eat.” She took the phone from Love’s hand and scrolled while she popped some fried pork pieces into her mouth. She found a picture of Love flying- like, literally flying mid air- from the cheerleading competition, and loudly gasped. “WOW! This is the raddest photo I’ve ever seen.” She turned the phone to the other girls. But apparently she was the only one excited. “Why am I the only one losing my mind?”

“Because you’re the one falling for loverrukk…” Earn whispered, looking away. “And I’m a cheerleader. I’ve seen her do that a million times.” She shrugged. 

“I don’t care.” Milk turned the phone back, smiling at the picture. “I think this is amazing.” She kissed Love’s head, making the girl giggle. “I’ll print this and keep it inside my phone case.” She nodded, happy at her own decision. 

Love wasn’t even sure she was still alive. A pretty girl keeping her picture on her phone case was like the modern equivalent of keeping a picture of her on a locket. She pouted, not believing her own luck. After years of not even looking twice at any girl, not having interest in anyone for anything besides kissing and sex, she randomly fell for a football player and she turned out to be the sweetest person ever, the most perfect girlfriend anyone could ever be. 

“Okay that’s enough sweetness for lunch.” Earn took her phone back. “This is giving me caries come on.” 

The couple chuckled, side-eyeing each other, but gave up and focused on their meals. Love was marveled. Maybe it was hunger, maybe it was the past three days of not eating properly, but these noodles tasted like heaven. A lot better than she expected a small cafeteria inside the dorm to taste. 

“Milk are you going to run?” Kapook asked. 

“Oh no.” Milk threw her head back, grunting. “I forgot about this shit.”

Love looked at Milk, Kapook, then back at Milk. But she didn’t want to stop eating. Food was good.

“The athletics part of the olympics, Love. I’m sure you know it.” Kapook explained. 

“Oh!” She said between slurps. “Before the podium, right?”

Kapook nodded. “Yes. And Milk here is always on the running team.” She winked at Love. She could seriously see the charm Earn and Ciize saw. And she did actually fall for it, like two years ago, but it was just one party when she was the freshest freshman there. 

“Oh so I get to see you compete again!” She finally finished her meal, turning to Milk with an excited smile.

But the player was definitely not as excited as her. She grunted again and dropped her head on top of Love’s. 

“But I don’t want to! Just because I won in the first year they keep me on the team over and over again.” She placed her hands on Love’s shoulders. Pushing herself back. “Actually, you’re them . You’re from the sports administration.” Milk frowned her eyebrows at her girlfriend.

“Woo, we’re seeing their first fight! This is so exciting!” Ciize squealed, poking Earn’s arm, who just giggled and went along with it. 

“We’re not fighting.” Milk said to them, before turning to Love again. “But you have to get me out of this next year.” 

“I’m not sure I will.” Love teased, showing her tongue. “I like the idea of you being a multi athlete… makes you even hotter.” Love smirked, looking Milk up and down. That was enough to make her stop complaining and turn red. But Milk didn’t falter and held her gaze, lifting one eyebrow. 

“If I’ll run then I have to rest a bit before going back.” 

Love knew exactly where this was leading. So did Kapook.

“Oh god, get a room.” She exclaimed, raising her hands. 

“We have two!” Milk said, chuckling. “Let’s go, Love. I want a nap.” She stood up and gave her hand for Love to hold. Once again, she thought about how nice it was to hold Milk’s hand. Holding her girlfriend’s hand, walking over to her bedroom, before seeing her run for the university team. How could it get any better?

—

But they were, indeed, very much tired. Besides that, not only did Milk still have a competition, the podium moment was tiring for everyone involved. It could look like they only sat at the bleachers waiting for names and teams to be called, but it was the most tense moment of the whole olympics. Especially for cheerleaders, who were the only ones that got their results on the last day. And they had a party that would start at midnight- in the best scenario- and end after sunrise. 

So, even after the teasing and suggestions at the table, they actually did get to Milk’s room and crashed. They were responsible enough to set an alarm so they wouldn’t miss the athletics competition- and Love was also worried about her time to get ready as a cheerleader for the podium. She was very confident about their routine, so she was sure they’d at least get on the podium. She had to be as pretty as possible for the photos with their medals- and maybe even their trophy. Not that it was difficult, Love knew she was pretty on the natural. But she wanted to be cheerleader pretty.

Anyway, they got to Milk’s bedroom, set the alarm, and laid down feeling the exhaustion they were ignoring until now. This time, they could actually cuddle without Love overthinking every centimeter of their bodies touching. So she took advantage of all the perks that came with being Milk’s girlfriend. As soon as the girl laid next to Love, she clung to her, resting her head on top of Milk’s chest, legs entangled with Milk’s legs, one arm passing over Milk’s body pulling her closer. She could feel the player had frozen for a quick second, but she swiftly slid one arm under Love, keeping them glued together, and used her free hand to run her fingers through the reddish hair. They didn’t say anything, just enjoying the moment and the comfortable feeling of holding each other. Love knew she had already said the most important things to Milk, but she could spend days, weeks, months, talking about all the things she liked about the girl, and all the things she wanted to experience with her. But this feeling of closing off to the world because nothing else mattered more than her girlfriend’s arms around her was just as valuable as all of those things. Milk made her understand so many things without saying a word. The way she lightly kissed Love’s forehead in a lazy rhythm, the delicate touch of her fingertips on her hair,  the way their breaths mingled together as their bodies moved in the same flow. All of that made Love feel more cherished than ever in her life. She could just hope that Milk felt the same way. Inside that bubble, they fell asleep. 

Until, of course, the alarm went off screaming inside their heads, making it impossible to sleep. Love usually was a bit lazy waking up- she was sure Milk had noticed it by now- but she was already buzzed to win her medal for cheerleading. So she promptly opened her eyes. 

“Okay, okay, let’s go.” She tried to shake Milk, rocking them back and forth, “It’s time baby, come on.” She only noticed the baby sliding from her lips after she said it, feeling a little embarrassed. 

“No…” Milk mumbled, without opening her eyes. “I give up. I don’t want to go anymore.” She pushed Love, laying on top of her so the girl couldn’t move. Love screeched and tried to push Milk away- with no luck. 

“Milk! Come on, you have to run and we both have to get our medals!” 

“I don’t like running.” Milk finally opened her eyes just to pout at Love. “And I don’t care about the medal, I’d rather stay with you here.”

Love smiled fondly. This was definitely an attempt to bribe her. But it wouldn’t work today.

“I’m glad you like to lay in bed with me.” She kissed Milk’s nose and made that pout disappear. “But I want my medal .” She nodded with such a decided look on her face that Milk sighed and gave up, rolling to her side so Love could sit up. “Please, I know you like to see me in my cheer uniform.” 

Milk smirked and pulled Love to her lap. 

“I like getting you out of your cheer uniform.” She started kissing Love’s neck, trying to tease her. But Love was in cheerleader mode already, focused and disciplined.

“No, don’t start.” She pushed Milk’s head. “Besides, you never once took off my uniform.”

“I can start now! You go get it and I’ll wait.” Milk grinned, biting her lip. Love could only giggle at that goofball. 

“Stop it!” The smaller girl bobbed her head to the side, passing her fingers through Milk’s silky hair. “Don’t you think I’m pretty with your jersey?” She lifted one eyebrow, teasing Milk. She was worried about the time, but she also liked to joke around with her girlfriend. 

Milk’s face changed from teasing to a warmhearted look, gazing at Love up and down. It sent some shivers down her spine, but Love could tell Milk wasn’t intending on it now. It was amazing how this girl could shift from dirty to adorable.

“I love it.” She pecked Love’s lips. “It’s right there on top of my list, next to you dressed as a cheerleader.” One more peck. “But you’re always beautiful. The most beautiful girlfriend in the world.”

Well, Love couldn’t deny her a kiss after this. She was still smiling when she pressed her lips against Milk’s, feeling them mold together like they were made for this. She felt those arms locking on her back, pulling her close. Milk’s thumbs were drawing patterns on her own jersey, her touch gentle as it could be. Love was also caressing her, her hands laying on Milk’s shoulder. Even sitting on her lap, she could tell this kiss wasn’t sexual or wild- at least not for now. Just like their moment sleeping together earlier, this was like talking without words. This kiss was tender, comfortable, knowing. Maybe this was the best kiss Love had ever felt in her life. She had a feeling that she’d have many more best kisses with Milk, but this one felt special. Once they separated, she sighed, kissing Milk’s cheek.

“I’ll go. Get ready.” She felt the girl nodding. “And then I’ll come meet you, okay?”

Milk gazed into her eyes, placing a strand of hair behind Love’s ear. 

“I’ll let you go if you come back.” Her voice was so soft now. Her eyes drinking up every part of Love’s face. She just smiled back, nodding. Of course she’d always come back to this.

—

This was the fullest Love had ever seen the gymnasium. Of course it was the fullest from the last days, since literally everyone who came to the olympics was there: all teams, all athletes, even the people who were there just to party and drink all day and night long. But it was also clearly the most packed edition of the university olympics, which made everything much cooler. It was wild to think that she was involved in organizing this, huge as it was. She was once again in the bleachers, scrunched in the middle of her cheerleading team. Everyone was wearing their uniforms, but at least this time they had some freedom to choose what to do with their hair and makeup, since it wasn’t counting to score anymore. Obviously, nobody was stupid enough to paint their faces with anything but blue and black, but it was nice to see some artistic liberty in her friends’. Just like the days before, Love was sitting with Film and Earn as they watched their girlfriends on court. Ciize was sadly parted from them, since she wasn’t on the cheer squad, but Love was pretty sure the girl wasn’t feeling too bad. She could see from there that Ciize was comfortably resting against another football player, probably taking advantage of her team of beautiful girls. 

“Look.” Film pointed at the side of the court, where the girls were getting ready to run. “They’re little weirdos.” 

Milk was stretching, pulling her leg back and moving her neck. Love couldn’t quite understand why she’d stretch her neck for running. And Namtan was zooming . The girl was running back and forth between the other runners, jumping like an excited rabbit. She crashed on Milk’s back, making the girl lose her balance and look at her, laughing. Namtan was grinning like hell, shaking her head.

“I think they’re cute…” Love pushed her friend. “What’s going on there? Why is Namtan like this?” 

“I told her she was losing the race for girlfriends with the most medals for Milk and Kapook, and this was her last chance to get even.” Film smirked. This girl was cute, but she could be devilish sometimes. 

“You’re awful.” Earn chuckled, shaking her head. “I bet Namtan is going to run faster than Bolt after this.” 

“I hope so!” Film giggled. “Let’s go down, come on.” She pulled Earn’s hand to make them walk downwards to the net, closer to the girls but still inside their squad’s area. As soon as they arrived, Namtan came running to pucker her lips at Film.

“Good luck kiss, babi?” Her eyes were of a crazy woman. She was determined. But Film was harsh when she wanted to, so she pushed Namtan back and shook her head.

“You can get a congratulatory kiss if you come back with a medal.”

It was visible to everyone how Namtan was being tortured by that. She pouted, trying to win Film over, but it didn’t work. So she nodded and grew back a focused look, running back to where the other competitors were. 

“Are you seriously not going to kiss her if she doesn’t win?” Earn asked, in disbelief,

“I don’t have to worry about that. She will win.” Film nodded and smiled back at her.

“You’re so confident…” Love frowned, looking at the runners. They were all girls with long legs, most of them were players in other sports. She knew Namtan could run, she had seen it during football matches, but right now the girl was catwalking up and down the warming up area with two other friends in the most goofy way possible- that didn’t exactly look like the fastest woman in line. 

“Of course I am! Aren’t you confident your girlfriend will win all the sports?” Film said like it was obvious, tilting her head a little to the side. Love thought about it for a second, scanning the court to find Milk talking to other girls in line. She was also goofing around, laughing and making the girls laugh. If they hadn’t started dating today, Love would definitely be more jealous seeing that. For now, it was a jealousy she could handle. 

“No.” She shrugged. “I don’t actually care.” She thought for a second longer, while her friend rolled her eyes. “I only want her to win at football, because she can dedicate a goal to me! And she gets grumpy when she loses.” Love scrunched her nose, remembering how Milk was on the day she hadn’t been able to score. Winning was clearly important to her, and it had to be winning with her scoring as well. 

“Well, my girlfriend is the best, so I want her to show that.” Film grinned and nodded to herself, eyes lost watching Namtan warming up. Love and Earn exchanged a gaze and rolled their eyes, pulling Film with them as they climbed the bleachers again. 

Since this was their last chance to cheer, the crowd coordination from their team went around giving everyone props to cheer together- flags, poms (not the cheerleading one, obviously), batons and balloons. Each person had at least one of them, trying to make sure they’d also win points for best crowd- it all counted for the final result and the all around champion. Love wanted this award. So she was screaming and jumping as loud as she could, screaming the girls’ names as each category unrolled on court, even the silliest ones. When the tug of war started, she screamed Kapook’s name so loud that it even impressed her friends. 

“Damn, you’re screaming her name louder than Earn.” Film said, with a double meaning. That earned her an elbow poke on her belly, but she just laughed it off. In the middle of all that, they could see Milk and Namtan on the benches for the running teams, goofing around and moving like two children who ate too much sugar. Especially Namtan, who was nervous about Film’s tease. Love almost thought that her friend was too tough on the girl, but she had to admit it was fun to see Namtan lose her mind like that. She was literally jumping around, pushing Milk over and over again, shaking her whole body, waving at them from time to time. She couldn’t keep still. And Milk was kind of following her, just for fun, but she was clearly not half as stressed as her friend. She had a chill smile on her face and it grew a little bigger every time she looked up to find Love watching her with adoration in her eyes.

But then, finally, the race moment came and it was time for them to line up. It was even a little funny to think that both of the girls were losing their minds over this race- Namtan because she wanted to win so badly, and Milk because she didn’t even want to be there-, but it was a team race. Namtan was with another two girls from the volleyball team, and Milk was with a girl from the basketball team (thankfully not Oaey, Love would never let that happen) and one from the handball team. So it wasn’t even their real responsibility, because they depended on the other girls. Still, they were both the last ones to race, so it had a little something weighing on their backs.

“Let’s go Babi!!!” Film screamed, waving her pom poms like the perfect image of a cute cheerleader. Namtan did the funniest thing she could ever do: she was focused, looking at the track like it was a life of death matter, but she looked up with the cutest smile possible on her face, sending a kiss to her girlfriend, and then looked back at the track, fully focused again. It was like she was two completely different people. 

Milk, on the other hand, was looking around with no intention on her face. She looked like she was going for a walk in the park, barely registering anyone. Until, of course, her eyes landed on her girlfriend and she flashed that amazing and unforgettable grin Love loved so much. Her whole face was taken from it, and Love could only grin back and wave her baton, showing Milk that she’d cheer for her. 

Even with all that build up, the race itself was kind of ridiculous. This whole act of the olympics was a little off. It only existed because the judges needed time to talk about the scores, review everything and make sure everything was right before announcing it. Also, they needed a way of making everyone stay in court for a long time before closing off the crowd score. It was essentially not about the sports, but about the last chance to see how each team could handle their own crowd and how loud they could get. By now, the Eagles were the loudest ever, with those cheerleaders screaming their girlfriends’ names as the race began. It was just one lap around the court, and Milk and Namtan were already placed where they’d meet the second girl to finish off the race. They held the batoon at almost the same time. But now everyone on court could see exactly what Film was talking about earlier: Namtan was going to win, there was no chance for anyone else. She ran like her whole life depended on it- and judging by Film’s denial to kiss her earlier, it actually did. Somehow, she managed to do so while also smiling like a happy dog running after a ball. She ran with the wind, with Milk running almost as fast as her, but not quite. Namtan crossed the finish line first- and didn’t even stop. She ran straight to the stairs and up to the bleachers, pulling Film into a hug and the so anticipated congratulation kiss. 

Love and Earn rolled their eyes at their friends. They were together for so long, and up to this day they still acted like they were in the honeymoon phase. It was kind of annoying, but it was cute as hell too. Love looked back down at the court, trying to find her own girlfriend, and saw Milk with the girls who ran with her, laughing and taking this defeat as easy as possible. She really didn’t care about winning, just as much as Love didn’t care about her girlfriend winning over Namtan. Milk seemed just happy to be there fooling around with her friends- even if earlier she was complaining like a teenager about having to run. But once she looked up and found Love looking back at her, Milk quickly said goodbye to the other runners and started making her way to the same stairs Namtan had just ran upwards. Seeing that, Love also ran there, flying down the steps, so she could meet Milk. The tall girl stretched her arms at Love, smile as big as her face, her eyes almost closed from that but somehow also twinkling like stars. Milk was beautiful, and she was cute, and Love didn’t mind even a little bit about how many medals that girl had. She could only care about this amazing smile Milk saved just for her, and about the feeling of those slender arms closing around her, lifting her up effortlessly. Milk spun her around, brushing their bodies together and snuggling her face on Love’s neck. The smaller girl chuckled against Milk’s fair skin, placing sweet pecks on her shoulder. It felt like heaven being lifted and spinned like this inside Milk’s arms- the most beautiful girl she had ever seen, smiling and happy with her even though she had just lost a competition.

“No medals now, right?” Love said, chuckling, as Milk let her down. She liked being in Milk’s arms, but she also liked being able to see this beautiful face up close. 

“I don’t need them.” Milk shrugged, looking Love up and down. She had to admit just this look alone had some effects on her, but now wasn’t the moment. Love was sure they’d have a moment later- or at least she hoped so. But now, Milk was being lovey dovey just like those two upstairs. She and Love were indeed in their honeymoon  phase, after all. So the taller girl just leaned down, leveling her height with Love, looking right into her eyes as one of her hands pat Love’s hair. “I have my trophy right here!” She winked.

“Oh no!” Love giggled, but she couldn’t deny it felt nice to hear such a cheesy thing. “You’re so silly!” 

But she did like this silly girl- in fact, being silly was one of Love’s favourite things about her. So, while still giggling, she pulled Milk into a very happy and prideful kiss. She liked being a trophy, if it was for Milk. And oh god, she liked this girl so much. 

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This was it. 

Love peaked through her eyelids, seeing her whole team with eyes shut, kneeling down in a circle. She could feel Film’s and Earn’s hands crushing her own. The crowd was making a mess on the bleachers, screaming and using anything in their power to make noise. Inside the court, all of the cheerleading teams were separated in circles, most of them sitting and kneeling in the same position as the Eagles’. Inside that circle and focused on each second passing before the results were announced, Love couldn’t hear a single thing coming from the bleachers, even though it was obvious that everyone should be screaming like crazy trying to win the last few points possible. All she heard was a screaming silence, her blood pumping through her ears. She had been confident all year long, and even more after they hit zero during the competition. But being on the cheer floor surrounded by all of the teams had awakened her nervous system, and Love felt like she could faint by now. She wanted desperately to win, and she knew she and all of her squad had done everything possible in their hands to make it happen. So all they needed was confirmation from the judges. Each second dragged like an eternity. 

“Standing in tenth place for this year’s cheerleading olympics…”

As soon as she heard the announcer through the speakers, Love closed her eyes again, squeezing her friends’ hands tighter. She knew they weren’t in tenth place, so she couldn’t even hear the name of the teams being called. All she could focus now was on controlling her breathing as she waited for the Eagles’ name to be announced. She hoped it would be in first place. It had to be. They worked hard for this. She could feel the calluses on Earn’s hands, from practicing every day and throwing girls on air until her hands were almost bleeding. And Love knew her own body had marks and bruises from trying moves over and over again until they got it right, falling a lot in the process. Cheerleading was all about that: giving everything you had for as long as possible, trying your best out of respect for your team who was going through that with you, making sure you performed with nearly zero errors. And they had done it. Love knew her team deserved first place. And as the names of the teams were announced, she was starting to believe the judges thought so too. Her squad wasn’t named, which was a good sign. With each place being announced, they were closer to the top. 

“For third place…”

It wasn’t them. 

Love started to shake, now sure that they had gotten at least second place. At least the podium. But her heart told her that it had to be first. She could almost feel the trophy in her hands now. Seconds were dragging as they waited for the third place to stop screaming and celebrating. Once the floor was silent again, the announcer skipped the second place. He knew damn well nobody cared about second places now. Some people were already screaming, happy they at least got so high on the competition. But Love and her friends were focused on the gold. The three of them were still kneeling, holding each other closer now, shaking and biting their lips from anticipation.

“Now, the first place for cheerleading, also holding the all around grand champion…” 

Love let out the most guttural scream of her life once she heard the Eagles’ name being called as first place. 

She dropped to the floor, screaming, and felt her friends crashing on top of her. She knew for sure her makeup would be smudged and she’d look like a mess, because tears were streaming down her face and she had no plans to control that. It was the moment she was waiting for the whole year long, so she’d let herself feel that completely. Now was her moment to cry, stand up and jump around with her squad. She screamed and twirled in the middle of the circle, all of the girls pulling her into hugs, everyone with messed up faces and the brightest smiles shining on. Love felt Film’s hands pushing her away towards the judges table.

“Go get our trophy!!” Her eyes disappeared with the smile she was showing, her cat dimples appearing. 

Love threw her head back, screaming once again. She couldn’t even believe how lucky she was to win this award with her best friends, while also being captain of the squad. This had to be the highest accomplishment of her life so far. They had worked hard, she had given everything she had for this team, and now they were on the highest place in the podium together. She was too proud, and it made her heart explode being the one to go get the trophy. It was beautiful, shaped like a flame, a tiny cheerleader in the middle. And it was big, bigger than Love’s head. She looked at it, amazed, seeing the Eagles’ name engraved and the star for grand champion. Love hugged the trophy for a brief moment, savouring her own moment before turning back to her team. 

“It’s ours!!!” Love screamed so high she could even feel her throat scratching in the process. But she didn’t care. All she cared about were the happy faces looking at her, the screams and cries coming from her squad, the group hug she was pulled into as soon as she showed the trophy. Everyone was so happy. That’s all Love ever wanted: to win and make sure everyone on the team was happy. That’s what cheerleading was about, after all: connecting with the squad and trying to make the best while having fun. That, and looking stupidly beautiful in uniform. 

“Let’s show it to them!” Earn screamed, turning Love so she’d face the bleachers. She felt a pair of hands grab her waist and understood right away. She handed the trophy for Film to hold while she propped herself onto the bases’ shoulders, pushing until she was standing up and they yanked her higher. Bending her legs the slightest possible, she reached down to get the trophy from Film’s hands and straightened herself again. Once she was secured, Earn and the other base dipped fast to throw her on an extension. Love lifted the trophy over her head, not even having to worry about a cheer face- her smile was already the brightest and biggest possible as she showed off the gold trophy and heard the crowd screaming back at her. 

From up there, she could hear everyone cheering and see her whole team jumping up and down from excitement. She could also see the only person apart from the team that she wanted to share this experience with. Sitting- well, now standing and jumping- at the bleachers, Milk was grinning adorably with blue and black facial paint. She looked so proud someone from outside could even think she was the one winning a trophy. Once she noticed Love was looking directly at her, Milk somehow managed to smile even wider, shaking her pom poms like crazy, cheering for her girlfriend. How could it be, Love was the cheerleader and now she had a football player cheering for her. 

Standing there, looking at her proud girlfriend and holding her first place cheerleading trophy, Love felt like she finally had it all. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling she had right now. And frankly, she didn’t even care if this was a one in a million moment and maybe she’d never have a day as happy as this one in her life. Because everything was so perfect and happy now, that it was enough for Love. And she still had a whole night to celebrate it all with the people she loved. 

—

The two girls heard a knock on the door and stared at each other, checking their makeup. 

“We’re all set, right?” Love asked, using a finger to move Film’s head around and make sure everything was in place. 

“Almost.” Film nodded and reached for the two tiaras resting on the table. She placed one on Love and one on her own head. “We’re nothing without the ears, come on.” 

Love giggled and looked at the mirror. They looked cute as hell with that costume, and also hot as ever with the short skirts. She loved costume parties, and dressing up with her best friend after winning the cheerleading trophy just made this more amusing. They stood up to open the door, and she found yet another thing that would make this costume party better. Her adorable girlfriend was standing there with the most adorable grin ever on her face. 

“Hi!” Milk’s smile was so big her eyes were disappearing. Love was coming to know that this was the smile she’d always be greeted with. “Oh wow, you two look amazing!” She gestured to Film too, dropping her chin.

“The cutest kittens ever, right?” Love grinned back and tiptoed to ask for a kiss. Milk obviously melted and pecked her lips, smooching their noses as well.

“Hey! Don’t spoil your makeup!” Film scolded her, pulling her back. She looked at Milk, eyeing her up and down. “And.. What are you, Milk?” 

Love frowned her eyebrows, kind of lost too. Milk was using a huge shirt- somehow too big even for her- with little strawberries printed on it. And she also glued strawberry stickers to her face. That was genuinely cute, but she still didn’t get the idea.

“Are you… a strawberry?” Love asked, kind of confused.

“No…” Milk pouted, looking back from Love to Film, trying to find some understanding. “Come on! I’m strawberry Milk!!” She opened her arms, like it was some big reveal. Love and Film could only look at each other before they broke down laughing.

“Oh Milk… Thank god you play football….” She leaned against her girlfriend’s shoulder, placing a playful kiss there. 

“Aw, I thought this would be a good idea…” Milk pouted some more, before shrugging. “Anyway, where’s your third cat?” 

“What third cat?” Film asked, looking around. “There’s no third cat.”

“Uh. I thought Earn would be dressing up with you two.” Milk was clearly confused.

“Why would she?” Love frowned again. “I’m an orange cat, Film is a black cat. Earn’s no cat.”

Milk widened her eyes and scanned the girls again. 

“Like… in real life?”

“Yeah, keep up babe.” Film said it like it was obvious. Love was noticing that even though they had kind of the same group of friends, Milk still had to become familiar with some concepts. 

“I’m not gonna fight with you two.” The taller girl gave up, deciding to talk about something else. “Where’s your girlfriend, then?” 

Film crossed her arms, sulking. 

“I’d ask you the same thing. When I told her I’d get ready with Love, she said it was perfect because she wanted to surprise me, and kicked me out of my own room.” 

Love giggled and was met with a push from Film’s hips, which only made her laugh more. Namtan was down bad for Film in the worst way possible, but she was also just as chaotic as she had always been. 

Also, she had some kind of timing aligned with her girl, because in that exact moment they heard that unforgettable laughter coming from down the hall.

“HA! Strawberry Milk!!!” 

Okay those two deserve each other. Love and Film watched in disbelief as Namtan crashed into Milk, pushing her at the same time that they hugged, laughing together.

“See! I knew people would get it!” Milk was proud now, grinning at her friends.

“It’s just because the two of you share the same stupid brain.” Film said, rolling her eyes. Love had to admit she thought the girls were too charming. 

“Babi!” Namtan dramatically pushed Milk away to wrap her arms around her girlfriend. “Do you like my costume? I’m a panda, just for you!” 

Proving that Film was right, Namtan did the same gesture as Milk had done just minutes ago, showing off her costume. Love looked at her friend, already chuckling. She was wearing a fluffy coat, combined with also fluffy pants and a- obviously- fluffy beanie. Truth be told, she did look like a panda. But for some reason, it looked like a panda wearing diapers.

“Why are you wearing diapers?”

“What? I’m not!” Namtan complained, looking down at her pants. “This is supposed to be like an egg cracking.”

“Babe.” Film placed her hands on Namtan’s shoulders. “Since when do pandas come from eggs?”

Namtan’s face crumbled into a confused look and she smiled like she knew she had fucked up.

“I guess I’m half a panda and half a duck?”

“Oh you’re definitely a duck, dude.” Milk patted her back. “But at least you have a cute cat girlfriend.” She gestured to Film, who turned around imitating a cat and purred, which made Namtan almost lose her balance from the shock. 

“If I meow will you have the same reaction?” Love asked Milk, giggling at her friends. 

“Oh, please don’t.” Milk pleaded, and something told Love that she would. That was probably going to be useful for later. Now, she wanted to get to the party. “Well, where’s the trio? I want to go.”

“Ciize told me they’d meet us on the bus.” Namtan said, and Film immediately punched her arm. “Ouch, what was that for?”

“Why are you texting Ciize?” Now Film was a grumpy black cat, and Namtan knew she’d better fix this quickly. Film was the queen of sulking when she wanted to.

“Oh baby, Earn asked her to text me because you weren’t answering.” Her tone was desperate, her hands together in front of her. “You know I only have eyes for the prettiest cat here, come on.”

“Hey!” Love protested, stepping on Namtan’s foot. “I’m a cute cat too!” 

Namtan just side-eyed her, silently begging for Love to let this slip.

“You’re the prettiest for me!” Milk grinned and pulled Love into a hug, smooching her head on top of Love’s. “Meow meow.” 

“You’re too sweet.” Love pressed a quick peck on Milk’s neck, before turning to shut the door. Film was still with her arms crossed and Namtan was still pleading to her, but Love didn’t care about that anymore. Everyone knew damn well they’d make up and go back to being annoyingly sweet at any time, it might as well just be now. “Let’s go, I want to party and I want to see the other girls’ costumes.” She slipped her hand into Milk’s, a movement that seemed natural and extraordinary at the same time. Milk’s hands were big in a way that Love’s hand fit perfectly inside of them. She could hold Milk’s whole hand or just one finger, but both ways made her feel perfectly connected to her girlfriend, like they had a string turning them into just one item. 

“Wow you have a tail.” Milk was giggling, looking at Love’s back.

“Were you looking at my ass?” Love narrowed her eyes, teasing her. Milk blushed and shook her head.

“No! I was just looking at your whole costume. You and Film are really good at being cats. I love this thingy here.” She used her free hand to caress the plush bracelets she was wearing. They had matching bracelets and something that was supposed to be a leg warmer, but they were using it just because it was fluffy. “And the ears are so cute, you could use them everyday.” Love scrunched her nose when Milk’s finger touched her tiara. 

“I will if you like them.” 

“I like them!” The girl leaned down to level their eyes, still walking towards the bus. “But I like you either way, with or without them.” 

Milk stood straight again, but Love couldn’t unglue her eyes from her girlfriend. She was so charming, so cute, so thoughtful… she’d never get used to having Milk liking her so much. Looking at Milk was like watching a dream come true- a dream she didn’t even know she had just a while ago. But now, even though they were dating for just one day, Love felt like this was exactly how life was supposed to be. Dating the only girl she could ever think about, dressing up with her best friend, joking around with her group and hopping on a bus that’d take them to celebrate everyone’s victories.

“Meow meow my little cats!” Ciize yelps from the last row, where she was sitting with Kapook and Earn. 

“Hey girl!” Film apparently had gotten over the texting thing and slid inside a seat on the left, leaving space for her girlfriend. Milk gestured so Love would choose between the aisle or the window, and sat next to her. Sitting could be a way of saying it, because Love was kneeling on the seat, looking backwards at her friends, and Milk was actually sitting on the window to look at them as well. 

“So, what are you three?” Love was really excited about the costume. 

“Come on, look at us.” Earn gestured between them. “Can’t you tell by the colors?”

“Oh!” Love poked Milk, pointing at the three of them, as if Milk wasn’t already looking there. “They’re powerpuff girls!” 

“Exactly Lovergirl, do you like it?” Ciize stood up, even with the bus already moving, and placed her hands on her hips like a superhero. “I’m Blossom, Earn is Bubbles and Kapook is Buttercup.” Kapook looked like she was dragged into that, but she did look good in green. 

“Wow, Earn is so Bubbles. It makes total sense.” Milk said with such a serious face that Love giggled. 

“Dude.” Namtan was looking at them like they were all crazy, her eyebrows frowned together and looking disgusted. “You do know they’re sisters, right?” She looked at Film, then Love, then Milk. “Am I the only one who thinks this is kinda creepy?” She shook her hands, clearly annoyed by the idea. 

“Do you think it’s creepy to sleep with a cat on your bed?” Film asked, lifting one eyebrow. Namtan straightened up right away and shook her head. “Great, so get over it. It’s just a costume. And Milk is right, I think it actually suits them.” 

“I just wanted to be a trio.” Earn shrugged.

“And I wanted to be in charge!” Ciize grinned, sitting down between her girlfriends with one arm over each one’s thigh. 

“And I just really, really , want to get a drink.” Kapook rolled her eyes, but rested her head against Ciize’s. Those three were definitely something- something that did belong together. Love chuckled and slid to sit on her seat for the last few minutes of the ride. Milk followed her and also sat down, pulling one of Love’s hands to play with. Milk’s touch was light and smooth, Love felt like she could actually fall asleep there, with her head resting on her girlfriend’s shoulder. But then, she remembered something.

“Hey! I know something you’re missing.” She grinned and pulled her hand back, leaving behind a pouty Milk. She reached into her purse and took out her chapstick. “If you’re strawberry milk you need something strawberry scented!”

“I could’ve just taken a bath with you so I’d smell like your shampoo…” 

Love flicked Milk’s forehead. 

“Stop being naughty. This is not the time.” 

“Oh so there will be a time?” Milk smirked and raised her eyebrows playfully. Love couldn’t help but laugh, but she also rolled her eyes.

“Shut up and come here.” She grabbed her girlfriend’s head by the cheeks to make her look straight to her. Then, she passed the chapstick on her own lips, receiving a confused look from Milk. 

“I thought I was supposed to use the strawberry thingy.” 

“You will. Just on my way!” Love grinned before smacking her lips against Milk, pressing a little harder than usual to make sure the color would transfer. “It works perfectly.”

“Are you used to doing this?” Milk furrowed her eyebrows, looking annoyed. Love had to admit she liked seeing her girlfriend jealous. 

“No!!” She pecked that pout to try to melt it away. “You know very well you’re the only one to ever win my heart.”

With that, Milk didn’t melt, she crumbled. Her pout turned even bigger and she looked like she’d start to cry.

“Aw Love…” This baby voice was the cutest thing Love had ever heard. She’d marry Milk on the spot if she asked her like this. And the way the girl’s eyes were shining was doing something else inside of her, Love’s heart pumping stronger. “That’s so… I’m so…” Milk clearly had no idea what she was talking about, just blabbing while feeling a lot. It was adorable. And Love couldn’t resist it. She kissed the taller girl again, this time actually kissing her, which was enough to make Milk shut up.

“The problem is.” She said, their lips still touching. “Now you have to be mine and no one else’s forever.” She raised her eyebrows, moving her head back a little so she could reapply the chapstick. “Come here.” She kissed Milk’s lips again, then her right cheek, the other one, her forehead, near her jaw, under her jaw, lots of kisses on her neck too. When she looked and was satisfied with the amount of kiss marks she had left she nodded and grinned. “Now you have strawberry scent all over you, how’s that?!” She giggled with herself.

“You’re the naughty one now.” Milk narrowed her eyes.

“I’m just making sure everyone knows you’re mine.” Love mirrored her girlfriend.

“I think it’s gonna be impossible for someone not to notice if you keep acting like this.” Namtan said, standing up. “You know I love romance, but now it’s time to PARTY!” She screamed the last word, throwing her arms up. “Let’s go loverrukk!” 

–

Inside the party, Love couldn’t keep her eyes away from Milk. She was trying really hard not to come out as a crazy jealous girlfriend- especially because she did trust Milk. If ever, Milk would be the one on her right place to maybe feel insecure, Love had a fair reputation from her past. And that past was just about two months ago, even slipping into the start of their dating era. But Milk seemed to be comfortable, and she didn’t want to spoil the fun for her girlfriend. She was also having fun and didn’t want to cling to the girl like they were siamese. She was having fun with her squad, dancing, meeting with girls from other teams, changing stories about the training and the competition. She just wasn’t drinking tonight- she knew she’d probably sleep over at Milk’s bedroom, or maybe they’d sleep at hers, and Love didn’t want to pass out or do anything embarrassing in front of Milk on their first night as girlfriends. Also, she wanted to be a hundred percent present and conscious about herself later tonight. 

Still, every time her eyes wandered across the room, she’d find Milk wherever the girl was. Maybe it was because she was tall and Love could recognize her in any crowded room, but maybe it was because they were really aligned and connected by now. Because not only did Love find her girlfriend all those times, but every time Milk’s gaze would also find hers, always smiling at her with ease. Milk was also having fun, hanging out with the football and basketball team, joking around with Namtan. Love had to deal with the fact that her girlfriend could be a bit awkward, but she was also a social butterfly. And that was fine. That was part of what made her like Milk. But it was also something that could make her feel a bit crazy depending on who was close to her girl at the moment. 

“You don’t have to stare, girl, she’s already yours.” Sonya said as she approached Love, giggling at the scene. Love smiled at her. “Congratulations grand champion!!” Sonya pulled the smaller girl into a hug, tiny jumping with her. Love couldn’t deny she was loving being praised all night for her first place. 

“Thank you!! And your team was in third place, that’s amazing too!” She was being honest, third place in a competition with more than ten competitors was still something really respectable. 

“I’m proud for real.” Sonya grinned and pulled her friend, who was standing silently next to her, towards them. “Especially since it was Mhee’s first time competing in cheerleading and she already got a medal!” Love watched Sonya tilt her head a little to look up at Lookmhee, her eyes glistening just like Milk’s eyes were just a minute ago. She clearly liked the girl, and for the look she was receiving back, it was mutual. The taller girl was now hugging Sonya from behind, like they were really a couple. 

“I’m glad you made me do it. Cheerleading is fun.” She was lost in Sonya’s eyes for a moment, but then turned her attention to Love, her hands still on the girl’s waist. “But you’re amazing, I’ve never seen anyone so good up close.” Love blushed at the complement. She agreed, but being complemented was always good. 

“Love is the best, we can’t deny it.” Sonya extended one hand to tilt Love’s chin up in a playful move. 

“HEY!” This could only be defined as a scream, as a slender and known hand slipped over Love’s shoulder. “Cheerleaders are back!” Love could hear the jealousy clearly in Milk’s tone now. She rested her head on top of Love’s, making sure their bodies were glued to each other. “Do you know it’s our anniversary today?” 

Love chuckled and frowned her eyebrows, looking up. 

“What?” Where did that come from?

“Yes!” Milk widened her eyes, nodding. “It’s our one day anniversary! It’s past midnight already!”

How could it be that this gorgeous girl was making this kind of stuff up in the middle of a party just to scare away a pretty girl talking to Love?

“Your girlfriend is jealous, Love.” Sonya chuckled, throwing her head back at Lookmhee’s shoulder. “Is that why you look like that, Milk?” 

“What?” Milk easened after what the cheerleader said, softening her touch on Love’s body. “Like what?”

“Marked all over, girl!” Sonya chuckled, pointing at the kisses marks on Milk’s face. Love couldn’t see it, but she was sure her girl was blushing like crazy now. 

“I… It was Love’s idea!” Milk shifted in place, burying her face in Love’s hair. “What are you two…?” It was clear she was trying to change topics after noticing her jealousy was unfunded. Love liked it, still.

“Sonya’s a bunny!” Love did a little jump, pointing at the ears. “Right?”

“Exactly!” Her friend nodded, grinning excited. She moved slightly to the side, so they could see the one behind her. “And Mhee is my little bear!” 

She hadn’t noticed it before, but LookMhee did look like a little bear, and the costume accentuated it even more. Unlike Namtan, who had chosen to wear a fluffy costume to become a panda, she was wearing brown overalls with a clear stain on the middle that was probably supposed to be the bear’s belly. She obviously had bear ears as well, with a smudged bear nose painted on her face. It was simple, but worked so well for her. 

“I like Milk’s idea more, being a face full of kisses.” The girl said, smooching into Sonya again. 

“I always fill you with kisses, come on.” The bunny answered, and Love raised her eyebrows surprised at the exchange. 

“Can you believe they say they’re just friends?” She whispered to Milk while those two were still talking inside their own world. 

“You’re kidding me.” She whispered back, lowering so she was closer to Love’s ear. “I think that if we move they won’t even notice.” 

Love side-eyed the taller girl and nodded, being pulled away by the hand. Once again that night she was amazed at how she fit perfectly in Milk’s hand. She let herself be guided without even noticing where they were going, until Milk stopped and turned to her. 

“I missed you, you know.” The taller girl leaned against a wall, making herself smaller so they could face each other. Her hand was still holding Love’s, her thumb caressing the back of it. 

“Milk, we are at the same party.” Love didn’t even believe what she was saying, she missed Milk too. 

“I know, but you weren’t with me!” Milk pulled by the hand, making them stand closer. “I miss you if we aren’t close like this.” 

Love sighed and cupped her girlfriend’s cheek, scanning her face. Milk’s eyes were just a little bit foggy, and the kisses stains were starting to fade away because she was sweating a bit. 

“How much did you drink, Milk?” Love asked, humorously. 

“Hey, I don’t miss you because I’m drunk.” The taller girl protested, stepping a foot loudly onto the ground. “I miss you because I like you a lot. And I only had one cup, okay officer.” 

“Hmm, should I believe you?” Love scrunched her nose, moving even closer to Milk. “Let me see if your breath smells.” 

“You’re too adorable with this cat nose.” Milk brushed their noses together. “And I feel like you’re using this to take advantage of me.” 

“Hey!” Love pinched her cheek. “I’m not taking advantage. I’m just showing you that you can have me whenever you miss me.” 

She could see her girlfriend turning as pink as the strawberries on her costume now, and she dropped the jealous act completely. Milk rested her forehead against Love’s, grinning with her eyes closed. Love kept hers wide open, amazed by how beautiful her girlfriend was from up close. 

“You’re gonna kill me someday.” The player whispered, and somehow in the middle of the party noise Love could hear it. “You’re too pretty, and too cute, and too close.” She pecked Love’s lips quickly, opening her eyes now. “And this costume is too much.”

“Aw, you don’t like it?” Love looked down at herself, worried something didn’t look right. “I’m so happy with it!” 

Milk shook her head. 

“No, no, no!” The girl actually hugged Love now, caressing her back to reassure her. She leaned back at the wall, her hands on Love’s shoulders. “I love this costume. Maybe too much, because the ears make you look cuter than ever, but then this crop top and short skirt make you look too hot. I think I’ve never seen someone so attractive as a cat.” 

Love smiled with an open mouth and dug her head on Milk’s chest, suddenly shy. She giggled and smooched there.

“I’m too shy now.” 

“I can’t believe I made miss loverrukk shy!” Milk giggled, cupping Love’s face to make her look at her. “This is every girl’s dream.” 

Love rolled her eyes and stepped back, sighing. 

“You know, I think I’m too tired.” She tilted her head and looked around. Somehow these few minutes with Milk on the corner were enough to make her forget all about partying and want to just go back and cuddle.

“Ohh, come on! It’s our celebration day. We won everything.” Also somehow, Milk was more eager to party than Love. She never expected this situation to happen. She didn’t know Milk too closely before, but she always thought she was the wild party girl in this relationship. “Come dance with me, I’ll hype you up!” She proceeded to pull Love by the hand again, only this time diving deeper into the crowd and aiming at the middle of the dancefloor. That was funny, when Love wanted to dance and enjoy the party she’d usually go to the front, next to the DJ; but Milk seemed to like the middle better. It was fun noticing these small differences and learning more about this girl. 

Once she was satisfied with where they were, Milk spun Love around, making her finally laugh and start moving with the music. From there, swaying with the rhythm, she could notice she knew most people there. And she could see that many people were indiscreetly looking at them. It was a funny feeling, so many eyes on her on a completely different note. She knew these people couldn’t be looking at her because they wanted to kiss her, because Milk’s hands were on her hips and her face was undoubtedly covered with Love’s kisses. So she didn’t know why they were paying so much attention. Still, it didn’t bother her. Nothing could bother her when she was with her girlfriend.

Well, maybe just one thing. Or one person. 

At the exact one second when Milk dropped Love’s waist to fix her own hair, Aoey managed to slip between them and try to pull Milk to dance.

“Hey double champion!” That fucking girl was grinning at Milk like she had any right to. “Celebrating your two medals tonight?”

“Excuse me.” Love was small, but she was full of rage as well. She patted on the girl’s shoulder, not even a little bothered about how much taller she was. “We were dancing.”

“And now we are.” Her tone was full of shit. “You can go dance with any of the other girls ogling you.” 

Love was about to tell this girl to fuck off and kind of ruin the mood of the party, but luckily her girlfriend wasn’t stupid and stepped in, pulling Love closer to her.

“Aoey, please let me dance with my girlfriend.” Milk sounded so… different. Love had never realised that she only had one version of Milk. It was somehow annoying and sad that she couldn’t get all versions of this girl, because she was sure all her versions were amazing and would only make her fall even more. But it was also a nice and heartwarming feeling to know that her version of Milk was sacred and saved only for her. Milk would never talk to her in that tone, she was always the most gentle and caring person in the world for Love. But seeing her like this was actually… interesting. Her face closed off, no sign of the smile Love liked so much, and it looked sharper maybe? Her jawline was so defined, and her neck tensed up. She could tell Milk was fed up. 

“Your what?” Aoey tried to keep her posture but Love could see it in the girl’s eyes that she broke. Feeling like a petty child, Love nodded and eyed the girl up and down. She saw the basketball player buff and turn around, clearly annoyed. Love even waved goodbye to her.

“You’re a mean girl.” Milk turned back to her sweet persona, grinning at Love. “I feel like you could kill someone with that look.” 

“I also feel like I could kill someone right now.” She crossed her arms and frowned her eyebrows, closing off her face. Then she lifted one hand to slap Milk’s arm. 

“Ouch! What was that for? I just defended us here.” Milk dramatically rubbed her arm.

“That was for ever kissing that girl!” Love hummed, pouting. “I hate any girl that comes near you.” 

“Oh, come on my Lovergirl…” Milk had it too easy breaking into Love. Just that nickname made her melt already, accepting Milk’s embrace. “You’re the only girl I want near me now, okay?”

Love couldn’t hold herself, even though she wanted to scold Milk a little bit more. But her girlfriend was just too cute and pretty, and standing too close to her. So she rolled her eyes and pulled Milk down, kissing her lips. She kissed her over the kiss marks the girl still had, even if they were almost fading. Then she went back to Milk’s lips, kissing her for real now. Milk tasted just a little like liquor, but also like freshness and happiness. Love hadn’t drunk anything so far, but she felt drunk on Milk’s lips, almost floating when she felt them molding onto each other. She was soft and warm, Love pulled her closer wanting to become just one thing with her. When she felt Milk’s tongue tasting her, she nearly gave up on any good manners and pushed her body against the player’s, practically humping into her. Maybe it was too dangerous to have such a gorgeous girlfriend. When she started to move her hands to Milk’s waist, she felt the girl pulling away from her. Love felt like someone just pulled the air from her lungs, whining at the loss.

“Milk!” Love was pouting, but stopped as soon as she opened her eyes and met those narrow black eyes dark as ever and staring deep into her soul. 

“I think I’m the one who wants to go back to the dorm now.” Milk whispered, and Love wouldn’t be so stupid to deny it. 

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“I can’t believe I’m taking Love Pattranite away from a party!” Milk was giggling like a child while Love tried to find the key to her dorm room. “And it’s not even the first time this happened. Everyone must be so jealous of me now.” 

“Milk you don’t have to announce it to everyone.” Finally fitting the key on the lock,  Love was somehow embarrassed that people could be listening to her girlfriend bragging about them leaving the party after making out. She never experienced being shy about kissing or sex, but this felt too intimate to be exposed.

“Oh, come on. I want to!” Milk grabbed her waist from behind and lifted her up. Now Love was wondering if the one drink thing was true. “My girlfriend is the most beautiful and special girl on the whole campus!” She giggled, and Love couldn’t help but laugh with her. The taller girl let her down and spun Love around, making them face each other. Milk’s smile almost took her breath away- it happened almost every time Love looked at her. “I’m proud of having you.”

Love felt like she couldn’t handle that much cuteness. She grabbed Milk’s waist and squeezed it, making the girl shiver. 

“You’re the multi champion today. I am proud of you !” She snuggled into her girlfriend’s arms, breathing in deeply to feel her perfume. 

“Oh, really?” Milk pushed her back, away from the hug, making Love look at her. “If you’re so proud, what do I win in return?” 

Love narrowed her eyes and squeezed Milk’s waist again. 

“Standing here in the hallway? Nothing.” 

She was trying to scold her girlfriend, but Milk apparently was immune to anything right now. She just lifted Love into her arms and pushed the door open with ease. The smaller girl squealed and gripped on her like a koala, while Milk kicked the door shut and leaned against it. 

“Okay, we’re inside!” She pressed her lips to Love’s cheeks, not even being able to stop smiling to do so. Love giggled, amazed at how cheeky her girlfriend was being right now. She never expected herself to enjoy this so much, but being with Milk had awakened something new in her.

“I really like when you lift me up, do you know that?” She asked, tilting her head away from Milk’s kisses. 

“Okay, then I shall carry you like this everywhere.” Milk nodded, trying to make a serious face. Which obviously wasn’t working, and Love was pretty sure Milk must’ve drinken more than she told her initially.

“I don’t think that’s very practical Miw…” Love said with the softest voice she could make, her thoughts drifting to the many ways and places the girl could carry her. She was surprised by Milk’s face crashing into her again, stealing a fierceful kiss. “Hey, what’s that for?” 

“Did you just give me a new nickname?” Milk kissed her again, earning a new set of giggles from the smaller girl.

“Well, you always call me Lovergirl, or loverrukk, or baby, or princess… I needed something other than your actual name to call you.” 

“Now I really want to carry you everywhere.” Milk’s eyes were dark now, but her face still showed more amusement than seriousness. “Hey! Maybe I’ll become a cheerleader for real.”

Now it was Love’s turn to crash into her girlfriend’s lips, kissing her with so much want that it might’ve even bruised the girl’s face. She could remember clearly that just about two weeks ago Milk was denying completely the very last idea of becoming a cheerleader, and even if it was some tipsy joke it was enough to fill her heart with warmth.

“Wow, this is what I get from just saying I’ll do it?” The player’s face was shining with enjoyment. “And to think I was only considering it to see you in that uniform once a week.” 

“Stupid.” She slapped the taller girl’s back. “We don’t train in uniforms.” Milk pouted, making Love roll her eyes with affection. She knew it was just teasing, and the girl looked way too cute doing that. “Come on, let me down.”
“I thought you liked being in my arms.” She complained, but let Love on the ground. Now she had to lean more against the door to level her high with the cheerleader. Their eyes connected, and Milk could see the glint of mischief in Love’s eyes now. 

“And I think…” Love brushed their noses. “You’re too funny and tipsy for someone who only had one drink.” She took a step back and crossed her arms, looking at Milk’s full body now. It was absurd how she managed to be beautiful and funny at the same time. This costume was exactly Milk’s personality. “Come, I’ll sober you up.” 

“How…” Her complaint was stopped by Love’s strong grip, pulling her towards the bed. She plopped sitting on it, still confused as Love sat on her lap, straddling her. “Oh, hi!” 

“Hi.” Love could feel the warmth taking over her face, probably making her cheeks red. But, still, she had never felt more confident. Love knew she was pretty, she knew people often wanted her, but Milk somehow made her feel even more secure of herself. And that would be very useful right now. “I think you need some kind of shock to sober up.” 

Milk frowned, and Love let her feelings flow loose from now on. With a grin on her face, she kissed Milk’s nose, trailing from there down her cheek until she found the girl’s lips. Her hands cupped Milk’s soft cheeks and she felt her girlfriend’s own hands finding their way to her waist, almost like they belonged there now. Love kissed Milk carefully. She had kissed this girl drunk, she had kissed her with desperation, she had kissed her with hunger, and she had kissed her with the most sincere feelings she had ever felt. But now she was kissing Milk as a way to get to know her. She kissed the girl’s lower lip, feeling how smooth and filled it was. She kissed her upper lip, amazed at how their mouths merged together like they were two pieces of a puzzle. She tilted her head to kiss her with a whole mouth, licking the space between her two lips slowly. She could feel Milk’s chin shaking from anticipation, and giggled against the girl’s mouth. Kissing Milk was fun. It was hot, and tempting, and it made Love lose all her sanity, but it was mostly fun. 

But she obviously wasn’t immune to the feeling growing in her stomach and spreading to her chest and in between her thighs. So Love opened her mouth, brushing her tongue against Milk’s, which earned her a gasp from the taller girl. As always, Milk tasted heavenly. But it was special now, because now Milk tasted like her girlfriend , something nobody had ever tasted before, and something Love would never let anyone have from now on. Milk tasted like hers. Running her hands to the sides on the girl’s pale neck, Love pushed her to fall on the back. She knew that Milk was strong enough to hold back if she wanted to, but truth be told, why would she ever do that? So they fell, Love laying on top still straddling her. And she didn’t stop kissing Milk. If Milk was drunk on alcohol, Love was drunk on her by now. She couldn’t think of anything but the girl under her. A girl that was breathing so deeply that Love was sure her plan was working. 

“I really like how plump your lips are.” Love said before taking Milk’s lower lip in between her teeth, tugging on it. “And how sweet and soft your cheeks are.” She moved to Milk’s cheek, biting on it gently. She could feel her girlfriend’s hands roaming her body, taking advantage of her small clothes to touch every centimeter of skin showing. “And I really really like how easy it is to mark your neck.” She moved to Milk’s neck, using her thumbs to lift the girl’s head, giving her more access. With a light but teasing lick with just the tip of her tongue, she made Milk arch her back and whimper, especially when she chose a hidden point behind her ear to suck until it became a red mark. Love hoped this would be purple by tomorrow morning. The chapstick marks were fun, but she loved the idea of having a hidden mark on her girlfriend’s body that she had left and only she would know where it is. “And I think your costume is really cute…” She lowered her hands, lifting the hem of the oversized t-shirt just a bit before running her hands under it, feeling Milk’s firm stomach and tracing the curves of her waist. “But now I think we’re over this shirt, don’t you agree?” 

Love was really lost in feeling her girlfriend’s body and memorizing it, but she wasn’t ignoring all the reactions Milk was giving her back. It was almost funny to think that yesterday this girl was ruining her, dirty talking in her ear, and tonight she wasn’t even speaking, completely surrendered and melting into her touch. She could see on the milky skin that she had goosebumps all over, and her body moved chasing more and more contact with Love. With each touch and word whispered just for her, Milk’s breath caught on her throat, her eyes closed savoring the feeling. Love was starting to think her girlfriend was actually trying to hold back some moans and whimpers that tried to escape her mouth. But with the last comment about the shirt, Milk’s eyes snapped open and she nodded, promptly pulling her shirt up while Love sat back on top of her, leaving space for the girl to take it off. 

Of course she was wearing a sports bra under that. And a really, really small short, tighter than anything Love had ever seen her wear.

“Fuck, I love it that you’re an athlete.” She let her eyes wander through the player’s body, admiring how perfectly toned she was- not too much, not too little, just enough to make Love lose her mind about it. Milk’s mouth was open like she was just about to actually drool from desire, but these words made her grin with such a smug look that Love would find it annoying in anyone else. But her girlfriend just looked hot as fuck doing that, lifting her upper body with her elbows. “And I love it even more…” She traced a line with just one finger from Milk’s chin down her body, exactly in the middle, until her hand stopped and spread her hand over the defined abs. “That you’re mine.” 

It was good that they were already inside a secured room, because the noise that came out of Milk’s mouth, hearing that, was almost pornographic. Love chuckled and dropped back on top of her, kissing Milk with a grin on her face. It was funny, kissing someone while still smiling, but she couldn’t help it. Her girlfriend made her way too happy, and she had been somehow smiling a lot more since they met- even though she was already a very happy and bubbly person before meeting her. This kiss was everything she thought a kiss should be when she was younger, watching romantic movies on TV. But it was more, because it was always more with Milk. Because even if she tried focusing on her lips and how delicious Milk’s mouth was, she still couldn’t ignore the girl’s hands tracing all over her, rolling her crop top up, lightly scratching her sides, sliding around her thighs and under her short skirt. Milk’s touch was magic and addicting, and it took all of Love’s self control to grip on the girl’s wrist and pull her hands away, moving her head slightly back to talk.

“Stop.” She said and saw Milk’s eyes opening in surprise. 

“What? Don’t you want me to touch you?” Her tone was so worried, as if she had trespassed some limit. Love immediately felt bad, but she had to use this cue.

“No.” She shook her head, and her girlfriend tried to answer right away, but she didn’t let her. “You’ve been touching me for over a month now. Now it’s my turn to touch you.” She closed the space between them, lips almost touching Milk’s, but not quite, just a tingle of them. Her hand moved to that tight short, a finger dipping on the waistband. “If you let me, of course.”

It was no surprise when Milk nodded, eyes closing to lift her head and steal a kiss from Love. The smaller girl chuckled inside of her mouth, and started pulling the shorts down, which Milk happily helped do, kicking them to the floor. Love’s hands then moved up, pushing Milk’s shoulders so she’d lay flat on the bed. She kissed down the girl’s neck, but her attention wasn’t on that anymore, so it was fast and messy. Only when she reached the broad shoulders she stopped and started moving slowly, carefully kissing the girl’s collarbone, amazed at how even a bone could look good. The sports bra Milk was using was really tight, probably a compression one, so Love didn’t waste time trying to slip her hands under it- she just rolled it up, finding access to Milk’s breasts. Truth be told, she had been dreaming about this. 

She felt her mouth literally water from the view, and once more it filled her with happiness that she didn’t have to hold herself back. So she did exactly what she wanted to, diving straight to the middle of those breasts, kissing Milk like her life depended on it. The skin there was so soft, and everytime she let her tongue slip out and touch it Milk would sigh deep, running her hands through Love’s hair. Love quickly thought that this was another place where she could leave marks that nobody else would see, just her and Milk, so she started sucking and biting to make sure at least one mark would be there for her girlfriend to see and remember her when they were already back home after the olympics ended. Once she reached Milk’s nipples, teasing each one with her mouth and her fingers, the girl underneath her finally gave up and clearly moaned, pushing the smaller girl against her own body. Love almost suffocated with that, barely having enough space to breathe, but there was no point in breathing if it meant she had to let go of Milk’s breasts. She liked girls, and she especially liked Milk, so this felt like heaven for her.

Especially once she felt the player starting to grind against her, whimpering while asking for attention. Love chuckled against her chest, leaving one last especially stronger bite on Milk’s nipple before moving back to her neck. 

“You were so talkative yesterday…” She breathed deeply on the girl’s ear, her hands already diving lower and caressing the sides of Milk’s thighs. “But now you don’t even tell me what you want. 

“You know what I want.” Milk panted, opening her eyes to stare deeply into Love’s. She was somehow too much in control of her own eyes and voice, the complete opposite of her body right now. 

“I don’t.” The smaller girl held her gaze, tilting her head. “I know what I want.” She shifted and positioned herself between Milk’s legs, pressing her thigh against the girl’s core. Love had to use all her forces to control her facial expression, because the thin layer of cotton between them was completely soaked and it made her way too horny. Milk, on the other hand, didn’t hold back and bit her lower lip, looking utterly flustered, before asking.

“What’s that loverrukk?” 

Love grinned and took her time before answering, pulling her crop top off and unzipping her skirt- but she let the piece stay there for the moment. She also pulled off the bands of fur on her wrists, before being stopped by Milk’s hands.

“Can you leave the ears?” Her eyes were now just two shiny and black orbits. It was curious for Love, who was usually the one being told her eyes looked like boba pearls, to see the exact same look on somebody else’s eyes. But she knew this meant Milk was utterly and completely turned on. For some reason, it had to do with her ears. Love could tease her about it, but to be honest she was too eager to finish this and finally taste her girl to even care anymore. So she nodded and leaned back down to kiss Milk’s neck, before glueing her mouth to the girl’s ear once again. 

“I want to eat you whole.” 

While she was saying it, Love felt like the room somehow grew more silent. Maybe even the world stopped. It was only her voice and the sound of both of their breathings in a screaming silence. And they held it for a brief second, before Milk pulled her towards her mouth, panting. 

“Please.” She said in between kisses, her mouth turning into a pleading pout. “Please, Love.” 

Now Love was the one who couldn’t manage to talk. She was good at teasing and she knew how to work her way around a woman, but truth be told she becomes too overwhelmed at these kinds of moments to dirty talk like Milk does. So she chuckled against her girlfriend’s mouth and moved one of her hands straight to the girl’s panties, feeling the wetness over it. She was soaked , and it filled Love with pride to know she was the one who caused it. She really wanted to take this slow and savor everything just like she did kissing Milk’s upper body, but the feeling of her strong and athletic girlfriend whimpering and arching her back to push her soaked pussy against her was too much to have self control. So Love pulled the fabric down, quickly tracing her fingers over Milk’s core, feeling better now how slippery and ready for her Milk was. 

The smaller girl moved to kiss Milk’s face now, covering it with kisses just like earlier that night, but now it was accompanied by a finger circling Milk’s clit in a slow and tortuous way. Love was almost laughing at how good it felt, how much she loved touching her girl, how eagerly she had waited for this moment. Her other hand found its way to Milk’s abs, because she couldn’t get enough of that either. She scratched there, knowing Milk’s moans mixed with that were probably making her underwear just as ruined as her girlfriend’s. But all she cared about right now was making Milk moan louder and move shamefully against her fingers. She could feel her whole hand sticky and covered in Milk’s arousal now, and Love felt the need to taste it. So she stopped touching Milk for just a small second, which earned her a gasp. 

“No!” Milk cried out, her eyes wide open now. But she shut up immediately when she saw Love taking her fingers into her mouth and licking them in the most erotic way possible. She knew she could just crawl down and taste Milk’s core directly, but the look on her girlfriend’s face while she licked her arousal off her own fingers was too good to waste. “Oh fuck.” Milk was mesmerized, just about as much as Love while she felt that sweet taste on her tongue. She thought that Milk’s mouth had her favourite taste in the world, but she was finding out she had been wrong. This was the best taste in the world, and now she knew she’d need to taste it over and over again. But now it was about Milk and pleasuring her, so once Love cleaned her fingers completely, she placed them over the girl’s plump lips, who got the idea right away. Milk kissed Love’s fingertips before running her tongue over the length of her fingers and finally closing her mouth around them. She closed her eyes doing so, and Love nearly rolled her eyes with that vision. Milk was too damn hot for her own good, and Love was set on ruining her tonight. She felt Milk’s tongue running all around her fingers, sucking on them, leaving them even wetter than before. Once she was done with it, she bobbed her head back and placed one last kiss on them. That was Love’s cue to, without breaking eye contact at any second, lower her hand to Milk’s core and start circling her entrance, smirking at her girlfriend. Once she saw Milk slightly nod, she entered her with two fingers.

“Oh god.” Milk threw her head back, moaning loudly now. Love was still smirking, having the time of her life while she felt Milk’s insides wet and warm for her, her hips moving against her fingers. From the way Milk was moving herself up and down, Love knew she could just stay still and the girl would get off just by herself. But she didn’t want that. She wanted to be the one to make Milk come undone, so she started moving her fingers in and out, matching her girlfriend’s rhythm. The wet sounds they were making was the most beautiful music Love had ever heard, and when she started curling her fingers every time she thrusted deeper Milk’s voice started breaking out in the most amazing husky way. “Oh Love, please.” She moved her head from one side to the other of the pillow, unable to keep herself still and searching for anything that would fulfill her desire. “Keep- oh god- keep doing that.” Love pumped harder, broadly smiling now. Milk was completely melted under her, her hands changing from scratching Love’s back and gripping her tightly with each movement. Love could literally feel her fingers slamming against Milk’s end by now, and it was the most insane thing she had ever felt. 

Once Milk pulled her closed and started trying to kiss Love’s neck- trying, because she had almost no control of her body anymore, so she was actually just pressing lips and licking her at this point- Love realised she was way too turned on to keep up like this. Her own core was throbbing and screaming for attention, but she didn’t want to stop what she was doing. Fucking Milk was now her favorite thing in the world. The girl was too responsive, too hot, too whiny, and those things were exactly what was making Love so wet right now. So she didn’t stop for a second, kept pumping into her, and just threw one leg over Milk’s leg, straddling her thigh now. Using the hand that was on Milk’s abs, Love pulled her panties to the side- gloriously ruined by her juices- so she could grind against Milk’s thigh and get herself off like that. Even lost in her own pleasure, Milk stilled for a moment once the sticky feeling hit her, and used one of her hands to grab Love’s hair and pull their faces together. 

“Are you…” She broke the sentence with a moan once Love’s palm started rubbing against her clit while her fingers were still pumping hard inside of her. “Are you grinding…” She gave up on speaking and went back to just breathing heavily, staring right into Love’s eyes. The hand on the reddish hair tho moved to Love’s ass helping her move, and she lifted her knee slightly, making it easier for her girlfriend to hump against her. 

Love held Milk’s gaze, nodding at her. 

“I like… fuck.” She almost lost it when she started to feel Milk tighten around her fingers. “To fuck you too much.” She increased her finger’s pace, searching to make Milk come. “It turns me on too much.” The last sentence came out between moans as Love moved against Milk’s leg, arching her own back to pressure against the right place. But she was mostly focused on her girlfriend now, noticing exactly where she had to hit to make Milk pant harder and moan louder. The taller girl’s nails were now buried so deep into her back that Love thought that might leave a permanent mark. But it didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was that she was making Milk lose her mind and roll her eyes, tightening around her fingers. Somehow, Love managed to gather forces to whisper perfectly. “Come for me, Miw.”

And that was exactly what Milk did. She moaned louder than Love had ever heard someone do before, and clung to her body like she was the last thing left on earth. Love didn’t stop and kept thrusting into her and rubbing against her clit while she saw and felt her girlfriend tremble, looking amazed at how her face contorted and she opened and closed her mouth in sequence, the most amazing noises coming out of it. 

It took Milk a few seconds to come back, breathing like she had just run a marathon. Love knew she should kiss and comfort her girlfriend. She knew Milk would need some aftercare after tensing up so much- she could literally see by the way her abs were pumped after that it was an intense experience. But her body was still too lost in her own desires, her centre still pressed against Milk’s thigh, screaming for attention. So she acted without thinking, grabbing behind Milk’s neck. 

“Come here.” She said, sitting up and pulling the taller girl with her. With her free hand, Love pushed Milk’s legs further apart, while she used all her stretching to also open up more and press all of her body against Milk’s. “I need to feel you.” 

Milk, coming back from her own orgasm, was still kind of lost and dizzy, but she regained consciousness as soon as she felt Love’s core pressing against her own. She widened her eyes and looked down, getting mad at the short skirt still between them. She finished pulling the zipper down and let it fall to the ground. Then, she saw Love’s panties still pulled to the side- but even so it was something in between them, and Milk was just as eager as Love to feel their bodies completely combined. So she pondered for a second before slipping one finger on the side of the garment, feeling how delicate it was, and pushing to rip it completely, tossing it aside.

“Fuck.” Love whimpered, now actively humping against Milk, making their slick arousals combine as she slid against Milk. The taller girl was still mesmerized, looking down at where their cores were touching, Love’s legs completely open and stretching gradually more and more.

“I really love it that you’re a cheerleader.” Milk said in between breaths. Love managed to chuckle in the middle of it, finding it amusing that her girlfriend was somehow funny even in the middle of sex, and that she was genuinely attracted to how she was shamefully grinding against her to get off. But Love needed more of Milk, so she pressed a kiss over the girl’s mouth as an excuse to pull her closer. Then, she used the grip on Milk’s nape to pull her crashing against her body, resting her chin over the taller girl’s shoulder. Love was getting used to doing that seeking comfort or cuddling, but now she just needed grounding and some place to steady herself while she moved her hips on the right angle. She felt herself tremble once she got it right, her clit rubbing against Milk’s, their breasts pressed together. It was all over her body, especially in her most sensitive part, and Love could even feel Milk trembling now, probably just as lost in pleasure as her. She wanted to make her girlfriend feel good, but by now Love’s consciousness was far gone. She was just a mumbling mess, moaning right by Milk’s ear, calling her name and letting out shaky breaths. She finally felt her body give in, shaking and making her roll her eyes, and Love found herself biting hard down at Milk’s shoulder, diving her fingers hard on the girl’s back.

Love couldn’t be sure how long it lasted, but the truth was she was a complete mess after that, melted against the older girl’s body. Her arms were like spaghetti, dropped with no control. She felt Milk gently kiss her neck, pulling her back into reality. Falling back into reason, Love buried her face on the girl’s shoulder and giggled.

“God, maybe that was too much.” She was overly shy now, tracing lines on the pale back, feeling the scratches she had left there herself. 

“No baby.” Love melt even more with the nickname, moving her head back so she could face her girlfriend. Milk looked flushed, still kind of red and with sweat sticking strands of hair to her face. Love started pushing them back where they belonged- even if, honestly, she liked seeing Milk this way, it was a different kind of pretty. “I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed by this before.” 

Love’s chin fell in surprise, but it was quickly changed by a pout and frowned eyebrows, annoyed.

“Oh I can’t believe I didn’t see that. I didn’t even realize you…” Milk squashed her with a sloppy kiss, grinning too much to kiss properly. 

“Relax.” She kissed the pout again, finally making it go away. “I think you were just too distracted with yourself…” That made Love ground and try to hide herself again, but Milk tickled her neck to make her look up. They were still entangled, Love sitting straddling Milk, her hands over the taller girl’s shoulders. Milk had her hands around Love’s waist, her thumbs drawing circles on the smaller girl’s back. “But I can assure you I thoroughly enjoyed it.”

“You’re sappy.” Love scrunched her nose, which earned her a sweet kiss on it. She shook her head and sighed, finally feeling the exhaustion. “I think I’m about to fall asleep.” She snuggled into Milk, laying her head on the girl’s shoulder. Milk giggled and let herself fall back, pulling Love with her. Once again this night, Love was laying on top of Milk, but this time on a completely different note. Now her girlfriend’s breath sounded like a lullaby, slowly luring her into sleep, and their touches were light and caring, transmitting the purest feelings in the world. “Are you going to stay here?” Love asked, her eyes already fluttering close, her voice as soft as a whisper. 

“I’d never want to be anywhere else, Love.” Milk answered, pressing a kiss on top of the girl’s head. She stroked Love’s hair, feeling the fresh scent of strawberry washing over her, dragging her into a dreamy land. Milk thought for a brief second, before falling asleep, that her best dream would never compare to what she was feeling right now.

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“I still can’t get along with this seat.” Milk complained, shifting over and over on her bus seat. It was already laying down- at least, as far as it could go-, but she was still annoyed. Love, feeling glad she was short and cute, was resting beside, on her own seat, just waiting for Milk to settle down before cuddling against her. “It’s so unfair that you’re easily comfortable there.” Milk frowned her eyebrows looking at her girlfriend. 

“Please Miw, just lay down so I can hug you.” Love looked at her with those shiny boba eyes, and the annoyed expression on her girlfriend’s face disappeared, being replaced by a huge grin- Love’s favourite. She gave up and plopped down on the seat, spreading her arm over Love to pull her closer. Once Love nestled comfortably against Milk’s shoulder, she closed her eyes, smiling, happy that she had a few hours on the bus to cuddle and sleep on top of her girlfriend. She was still too tired after last night- and frankly, after the whole olympics. It was cool, but it was also tiring as hell. Now, she was inside her safe zone ready to chill.

Until a certain tall girl falling over them pulled her out of it.

“Ohh, I’m so sorry Milk!” Love opened her eyes to see Namtan standing up again after obviously falling on purpose, her medals dangling from her neck. They were all wearing her medals, and Love had the cheerleading trophy sitting on the seat with her, because she wouldn’t trust the bus to carry it in the baggage container. But Namtan was making sure anyone could see… “I must have fallen because my THREE MEDALS are too heavy… So sorry…” She shook the medals, making them bang against each other with a clinky sound. “I’m sure you wouldn’t know, because you don’t have this many medals…” She threw her hair over her shoulder, making a whole show out of it. Namtan was insufferable after winning the running competition- which Love knew for a fact she had only won because Film literally made her do so. Film who was standing behind her girlfriend, giggling with those whisky dimples at her goofy girlfriend. Love couldn’t blame her. She also laughed at anything her silly little girlfriend did, even if it was the most ridiculous thing ever. 

Just like she was laughing now, watching her girlfriend and her best friends playfully banter between them, while she was holding her trophy. She was pretty sure this was what life was supposed to be about. 

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“Oh my god, this is exactly like one of Milk’s t-shirts!” Love exclaimed, holding up a plain white t-shirt with red sleeves. Her face was truly amazed, with widened eyes and an open smile.

At this point, they had been dating for about three months, and Love could tell most of her friends were already bored of hearing her talk about her girlfriend. It wasn’t like they weren’t interested, or they didn't like Milk. They were her friends as well, even before they started going out. But Love was aware that she was kind of mono thematic. For the first weeks she didn’t even notice, but as time went by she tried to keep it a little- or a lot- more to herself, understanding that not everyone adored Milk like she did. Not that she could understand that. How could someone spend hours with Milk every week like most of their friends did, and not fall head over heels for the girl? In a way, Love was actually happy most people weren’t falling for her girl. By now she knew that she wanted Milk all to herself. Anyway, her mind was, undoubtedly, taken by the girl for most of the time. So, sometimes, it slipped out of her mouth. Just like right now, when she was just shopping with Film before their roadtrip. Luckily, her friend was just as stupidly in love as her, so Film rolled her eyes and giggled.

“Love, that’s the most common shirt I have ever seen.” She pushed the shirt back into the rack. “Get it together. You said the same thing about like five books we saw in the book shop earlier.”

“Ohh, come on!” She pouted, knowing Film was right. “I can’t help it. I know I’ll meet her right after this, so my mind is already on her.”

“Oh sure, like your brain hasn't been stuck on Milk for months now.” Film teased her, linking their arms so they could continue walking around the store.

They were finally on vacation for college, from cheerleading, and anything else serious that was going on. It was just a couple of weeks in the middle of the year, but it was enough to let them breathe and rest. And it was also enough for a road trip to spend those days on the beach. Apart from having the best girlfriend ever, that was Love’s second favorite thing about dating Milk: she was dating her best friends’ friend, so they could do lots of fun things together. They would hang around after games, after practices, go to sports events together, spend lazy nights at her house, go wild at parties, everything. Not that Love wasn’t used to tagging along with Film and Namtan before, but it was obviously way better now that she was accompanied by the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. And she couldn’t deny it was easier to fill in the moments when her friends would go into girlfriends mode and be stuck in their own world- back then, Love had to dissociate alone or go around the events finding someone to entertain her. Now, she had Milk’s eyes to get lost into, her voice to distract her, her body to ground her. Actually, Love felt like they were the ones constantly stuck into their own world, only eventually breaking their bubble to connect with said real world. The point was: Love was overly excited to go on a trip with her favorite girls in the world.

“Can you believe those girls are really travelling on a motorcycle?” Film asked her. Love knew exactly what her friend meant, she couldn’t also wrap her mind around three girls sitting on the same motorcycle on a speed road. That was another fun thing about dating Milk: she somehow managed to grow closer to Ciize and Earn, who were already her friends before but they became much more intimate in the last few months. And Love found out that Kapook was actually one of the coolest people she knew, she really liked hanging out with her friends’ girlfriend nowadays. She nodded at Film, scrunching her nose.

“Well, we know they like the thrill of something different…” Love’s tone was full of double meaning, making her friend laugh. 

“Babe you were so wild a while ago… What happened to make you so conservative?” Love knew Film was just teasing her, since her friend was just as conservative as her in that subject. 

“What can I say?” Love shrugged as they reached her car. “Finding a girl I like made me the most monogamous girl ever.” 

“I feel you…” Film’s smile was the best as she entered the car. Love knew the girl couldn’t hold her cheeks from smashing her eyes and her dimples from showing when they talked about Namtan. Just like Love herself, her friend was the happiest with her girlfriend. “It’s so nice to be so in love, right?”

Now Love had to bite her lip and hold tight to the steering wheel, trying to hold back her own smile. She would never tell someone else she loved Milk before she told the girl herself. But she hadn’t managed to actually look into Milk’s eyes and say it just yet. It was so easy to like Milk, to have fun with her, to melt into her eyes, to spend all her available time with her… but it wasn’t easy to actually say things out loud. Love was even thinking that maybe she should get sleep deprived again, so she’d be brave to confess like she did during the university olympics. 

“Can’t agree with you on that one yet babe…” She knew her tone wasn’t convincing, and the look on Film’s face made her believe her friend thought so too. 

“Stop trying to hide your feelings, Love. We all know you can’t hold it inside for too long…” 

–

As Love parked in front of Milk’s house, she knew Film was right. The girl was already standing outside, with her baggage by her side. It was the same suitcase she carried to the olympics some months ago. Love remembered loading it into the travel bus and seeing it throwing clothes up in Milk's bedroom. It was almost funny how that seemed to be a whole lifetime ago, but everytime Love saw Milk she felt just like she felt in her bedroom the day the player asked her to be her girlfriend. Now, she watched Milk put those same bags on her car trunk as they were about to hit the road for their first trip as official girlfriends- well, the whole trip. 

“Good morning sunshine!” Milk poked her head through the window with the biggest grin on her face. Love was amazed at how the girl managed to use so many nicknames for each time they saw each other. She had to be the sweetest girlfriend ever. 

“Hi baby!” Love herself wasn’t so creative. But that didn’t seem to bother Milk, who entered the car clearly excited, quickly grabbing Love’s face to place a kiss on her lips. 

“Hmm… you still have the best kiss ever.” Milk whispered before pecking her lips again. Love couldn’t agree more. She had kissed a lot of girls, maybe even more than she wanted to, but Milk’s kisses were the best thing in this whole damn world. She remembered a time when she wouldn’t kiss a girl more than two or three times, but now it seemed the stupidest thing ever to even think about not kissing Milk again. She woke up thinking about those kisses- and luckily she was able to sometimes wake up to Milk kissing her-, spent her day thinking about when they’d meet so she could kiss her, she even dreamed about kissing Milk. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of those lips on hers. 

“Stop being cheesy and strap on!” Love heard Milk’s loud laugh from that double meaning. She loved how the girl would laugh at her most stupid jokes. Milk was the funniest person Love knew, and making her laugh was a personal challenge to her. Making Milk blush? Easiest thing in the world. Making her melt and pant? Easy for Love too. Making her laugh? It’s not that it wasn’t easy- Milk wasn’t bubbly as Love, but she was like a happy samoyed dog, smiling all the time-; but Love felt a special pride to think that clown also thought she was funny. “Let’s hit the road.” Love couldn’t deny she felt super cool saying that while she started the car. 

“I am so happy I have a girlfriend who can drive.” Milk was nodding with a smug look on her face, while connecting her phone to the car bluetooth. “This way, I can be a perfect passenger princess and only worry about the important things on the ride.”

“Oh, driving isn’t important?” Love chuckled, shaking her head. 

“Definitely not as much as choosing the right songs, reading the map and…” Milk sniffed Love’s cheek, making her giggle. “Pampering this beautiful driver!” 

This right now was what made Love be sure she was in love with Milk. It was so obvious. They were in a car, she was driving- which she liked, but it was still tiring-, they had about three hours of road and maybe even traffic; but she was already worried about this car ride ending. Because inside that car it seemed that the whole world was just them. Right now, for Love, the world resumed in: Milk’s feet laying on the dashboard, singing along to the songs she chose to play on the car’s stereo, occasionally turning to smile at Love and ask if she wanted a snack or something to drink. She looked so effortlessly cool. Love had noticed that many times before, since the first time she felt her eyes glued to the girl. She looked like the coolest football player ever, with that ponytail and her pink cleats. Also at parties. Even after becoming her girlfriend, Love couldn’t get enough of spotting Milk at parties, without the girl noticing. Even just standing in a corner holding a drink she had an aura. Even if Love knew by now that Milk was actually goofy most of the time, it didn’t stop her from being amazed at the chill vibe her girlfriend could show sometimes. But Milk wasn’t just goofy and cool. That girl was caring, kind, wicked, funny, beautiful and she could even play ball. Love knew nobody was perfect, but Milk got close to it. With the sunset glowing against her light skin, the love songs playing in the background and Milk’s soft smile on her face she looked like an art work. She could imagine someone sculpting Milk from bare clay. Or maybe a director placing her on scene and finding the perfect angle to shoot her- as far as Love knew, every angle was the best angle when it came to Milk. That girl was so beautiful it was almost unbelievable. She could even imagine a great writer looking at Milk and feeling inspired enough to write the most amazing poem about her. Love wished she could do something like that. She felt like Milk deserved being eternalized into something greater. But since she wasn’t the best at any of that, all Love could do was her best to make Milk the happiest girl possible. And she seemed to be good at it even when she was just driving and singing badly, judging by Milk’s grin.

“You look so pretty for just a long drive…” Milk broke their half silence, scooting as far as she could on her passenger seat, trying to get closer to Love. The smaller girl side-eyed her, not sure of where Milk was going with this. “I think I recognize this shirt.” 

Love was glad she was driving, so she had an excuse to keep her eyes on the road and not face the taller girl who was leaning into her. Still, nothing could prevent her cheeks from blushing as she knew she was busted.

“Have you been stealing my clothes again, miss loverrukk?” Milk said she would be the perfect passenger princess, but her actions right now were on the merge of causing an accident. Even though she didn’t leave her seat, Milk was leaning so close to Love that the cheerleader could feel her breath on her cheek. But she had to be strong and keep her focus on the drive. Only it got really hard to do so as Milk touched her t-shirt. She wasn’t even actually touching Love’s body, since the shirt was loose on her, but her tone and the way the player moved was enough to startle her. And Love knew she was guilty. “You know they’re too big on you.”

“But I like them…” Unfortunately, Love couldn’t use her undefeatable weapon right now- her big eyes had to be on the road-, so she tried something else she knew Milk also liked. “Do you really want me to stop?” She pouted, glancing quickly at the other girl, careful not to hit the car in front of them.

“Of course not baby.” Milk was still too close, but now her voice was sweet, not teasing. In a way, it was better. Love had to be responsible now. But at the same time, she instantly missed the subtle hint of something else in her phrases. Milk was just as amazing as being filthy as she was being sweet. Any side of her made Love happy. “You look really pretty wearing my clothes!” 

Milk didn’t drive. Maybe that was the reason she wasn’t aware of how dangerous this whole game she was playing was. The good part, Love got a kiss on her cheek before Milk rested her head on the smaller girl’s shoulder. The bad part was that Love felt she had no more self control left. She cursed the roadway for not having any streetlights for her to stop and gain at least a minute to hug and kiss her girlfriend. It was torture having Milk so close to her and saying such sweet things without being able to correspond anything. All she could do was tilt her head a little, so she’d rest against Milk’s hair and feel that delicious scent Milk always carried with her, even after playing hours of football. The view was pretty and she was with her amazing girlfriend on the way to the beach. She could hold on to that to control her instinct to park the car on the curbs to push her back and kiss her. 

Fortunately, or unfortunately, something happened to push them out of that sweet- and for Love, kind of stressful- moment. Both of the girls jumped on their seats when they heard the loud sound of a loud ass motor reaching for their car.

“What the fuck is that?” Love cursed. Driving was stressful enough as it was, she didn’t need a stupid guy messing near her. But as she looked at the rearview mirror, she understood it wasn't a stupid guy. It was a crazy and wicked girl, with a grin so sharp Love could even see through her helmet.

“Is it who I’m thinking it is?” Milk turned to look back, already laughing. Love had come to know that Milk was also Kapook’s close friend, or maybe they had gotten closer together during the last few months. Still, she could see the two basketball players had a lot of fun together. Kapook was also funny, just like her girlfriend, but she was bolder than any of the girls in the group, always sharp on her responses and jokes. Right now, she was showing her wilder side, accelerating her bike so it would thunder and make the girls look at her. 

Love slowed down and saw Kapook align her bike with her car, so she rolled her window down. This was a stupid idea, obviously dangerous, but they were young enough to know that and still do it anyway. 

“Girl, you’re speeding.” Love screamed, laughing. Now she had to focus on the road at the same time she had to maintain the same speed as Kapook. It was a little difficult, but fun enough. 

“We’re gonna beat you two for the beach Lovergirl!” Kapook teased as she made her motorcycle scream again. Love was still amazed at how they managed to fit the three girls in just one bike. 

“Hi Ciize! Hi Earn!!” Milk screamed from her seat, trying to stretch her head up to the window. Even being tall, she couldn’t actually reach it. Anyway, the girls seemed to listen. 

“Aww, I love to see my MilkLove together!” That was unmistakably Ciize, with her piercing voice, inside a sparkly helmet. With that, Earn had to be the one on the back, grabbing Ciize’s waist like her life depended on it. Well, it kind of did. Earn seemed to be kind of terrified of actually riding the motorcycle, but she had confessed to Love and Film that she would get hot and bothered just thinking about Kapook behind the handlebars. Love wouldn’t say that out loud, she knew her girlfriend was jealous like her, but she understood the appeal. Kapook was tall and slender, and everyone knew she had a six pack hidden under those clothes. But wearing the leather jacket and gloves, with that flame helmet, she was like a bad boy from a 90s romcom. Only better, because she was a hot and amusing girl instead of a boy. Still, Earn was too scared to answer.

“Please, don’t make me run over you.” Love joked. Kapook knew Love used to curse lots of motorcycles when she was driving. They were truly maddening inside the city’s traffic, always honking and speeding too much. 

“Only if you catch me, Love. HA!” Kapook laughed loud before really speeding. Her bike roamed one last time before the girls took off, reaching over 100 kilometers per hour and leaving Love and Milk behind. Those girls were something else. The couple just glanced at each other for a second before they burst out laughing.

“Okay. I think they’re gonna be the first ones at the house.” Love said, regaining her composure. 

“Aw man, I wanted to choose our bedroom first…” Milk pouted, crossing her arms. But Love knew she wasn’t really upset, the girl couldn’t hold that act for even a minute, breaking into a grin as soon as the cheerleader glanced at her. “Okay I guess it won’t be the end of the world if we don’t get the best bedroom.”

“Well, if you don’t like ours you can always go stay with your friend Kapook!” Love was a jealous girl, but this was just teasing.

“Oh god, no.” Milk shook her head, laughing. “I’m a girl of just one love okay! This one right here!” She fumbled Love’s hair, scrunching her nose. 

Love was glad Milk’s response matched her expectations. But she felt something sting in her heart hearing Milk use the word love so easily. Obviously she used it a lot because it was Love’s name, and Milk being the clown she was, liked to joke with its double meaning. But Love had been stuck on that word- or maybe that feeling- for a while now. She knew she was falling in love with Milk. The girl was on her goddamn mind the whole day long, her body turned to putty when Milk was near her and just the sound of Milk’s voice made her day way better. She couldn’t lie to herself. It wasn’t hard to understand that. But it was hard as hell to say it. Not that Milk had said it before. Not directly. But just like right now, she joked about Love being her love, about finding love, feeling love , things like that. She used that word so caresly Love even envied her. It didn’t make sense to feel something and to not be able to talk about it.

“Any room with my girlfriend will be the best room in the house.” As always, Milk seemed blissfully unaware of Love’s internal dialogue. But right now, it was better this way. So Love could save her reflections to somewhere else, some time she’d be without Milk. Now, she wanted to focus just on her beautiful girlfriend who was grinning at her with the most amazing smile Love had ever seen.

“I agree with you!” Love smiled back, glancing quickly. They were almost reaching the town, so it hopefully wouldn’t be long to their destination. She was getting kind of tired of driving by now. “But you know I have trouble sleeping when I’m with you.” 

Love was teasing Milk, but that was true. Once she actually fell asleep, her best nights were sleeping inside Milk’s embrace. She didn’t feel hot nor cold, she never woke up scared, she didn’t have nightmares, she didn’t even wake up in the middle of the night. That was something new for her. Love used to always wake up in the middle of the night needing water or something to snack. But with Milk, she slept the whole night long and woke up feeling renewed. It was amazing.

Of course, that was when she managed to actually sleep.

“Love, you look too cute for someone with such a dirty mind.” Milk said with a fake-serious expression on her face. 

“You’re the one with a dirty mind, Milk.” Love rolled her eyes. She loved saying things like that and then acting innocent. “You know what I’m talking about!”

“Oh I know really well!” Milk almost screamed, laughing really loud now. 

“Hey!” Love had to take one hand off the steering wheel to hit Milk on her leg. She felt her cheeks and ears burning at that mention. Love liked doing all kinds of things with Milk in the bedroom, but she got too shy when the girl said those things out loud like that. And Milk knew that, so she used that to frame Love all the damn time. It was one of the few things that made the cheerleader shy by now- since she got over being shy about her feelings for Milk. “That’s not what I mean, come on. You know me.” 

“I’m sorry sunshine.” Milk grabbed the hand that hit her and placed a kiss on it. Then Love knew she had lost her hand. She’d never be able to actually pull away and give up on holding Milk’s hand. So she kept driving with just one hand. It shouldn’t be too difficult, she did it a lot when Milk was riding with her. “I know what you mean. I’m the one who keeps hearing your unending babbling into the night.”

“Okay if you want your peace and quiet… I’ll sleep in another room. There are many of them at the house, you know.”

Love didn’t know that before, but after she met Milk she found out that she actually liked being pampered. She knew she was pretty, she had spent her whole life hearing so from… Well, everyone. Love had to swerve from numerous attempts of guys praising her, trying to win her over when she was just a teenager, before everyone understood she liked girls. After that, more and more girls showed up telling her how her hair was beautiful, how she had the best smile, and how they were amazed by her cuteness. It was nice being complemented- she would never deny so. But everything was so empty and vain. Especially since she entered college, all of those girls seemed eager to flatter her just so they had a shot at kissing her. But with Milk it was different. The girl obviously wanted to kiss her too, but even before they were dating she felt like Milk’s compliments were genuine. Nowadays, she could feel that those words came from deep inside the girl’s heart. So each compliment just made Love feel better about herself. With that, she also found out that she liked sulking until she could extract many kind words from her girlfriend’s mouth.

“Please, don’t make me sleep without my princess!” Milk threw her head back, acting out. “Sleeping with you will be the best part of this trip, I’m looking forward to it!” Her head came back with that large smile Love liked so much, taking over her whole face.

“So my blabbing is not annoying?” Love side-eyed her, pouting. She wanted more.

“Not at all.” Milk kissed her hand once.

“And me asking for snacks before bed?” 

“It’s always my pleasure.” Another kiss.

“What about not letting you sleep because I want to kiss you?”

“Oh that!” Milk kissed her hand again and trailed more kisses up Love’s arm. “That is my favorite part!” 

Love giggled, unable to maintain her pout by now. She used that hand to cup Milk’s chin and squeeze it; her favorite move.

Unfortunately, they were entering the coastal town, so she had to use both hands to drive now. There were many different streets, more cars in traffic and Love wasn’t used to driving here, so she had to be actually careful by now. Honestly, she had to admit she was driving kind of caresly the whole way here. By now, she couldn’t even remember the traject, what they had seen or whatever else she should know about their way. But she did remember every smile, touch and little joke Milk gave her on the way. 

“Do you want any snacks, Love?” Milk asked, out of the blue.

“What?” Love raised her eyebrows, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the street now. There were no street lights in this town, so people would just cross the street anywhere . Crazy behavior, if you asked Love. 

“Look what I have!” From her tone, Milk was probably smiling. 

“Wait.” Love pulled over to a parking spot, just to look at whatever Milk was showing. She was so excited, and Love crumbled over anything her girlfriend asked her to. 

“Look!” Milk was somehow scrunching her legs on top of the car seat while pointing to the floor. That was when Love understood why the girl had been seated like that during the whole trip. On the floor in front of her, was a cooler occupying the space where her legs should be.

“What is that? Is that why you were stretching your legs like that before?” 

“Yeah, obvious. Why did you think my feet were on the dashboard?” Milk looked confused.

“I just thought you were cool like that.” Love shrugged and Milk’s face shifted. She looked away, out of the window, her cheeks turning red. “Aww, are you shy because I think you’re cool? You’re the coolest girl in the world for me Milk.” Love reached the girl’s face and pinched her cheek, pulling her back to stare at that adorable face. 

“I… Look. It’s food!” She ignored Love’s question and opened the lid of the cooler, trying to slip away from her embarrassment. “I know how much you like to eat, so I made sure we were ready.” 

Love peaked and saw that inside the cooler were all her favorite snacks. She could see potato chips, chocolate milk, candies, rice crackers, coconut chips, grapes, strawberries, anything she could even think about. Also, small cans of boba tea. She didn’t even know they made canned boba tea. But Milk had been obsessed with that thing since they came back from the olympics, dragging Love along to drink one every week. She said it made her remember their first date- which Love had learned was actually a real date for Milk too. 

“Is that all for me?” Her voice came out like a screech. She was pouting again, but now it was because her girlfriend was just too cute to handle.

“Of course! I want to make my Lovergirl happy. So I brought things for us to eat during the drive and to keep in our bedroom, if you get the munchies during the night.” Milk was proud of her idea, it was stamped on her face. “But I actually forgot about the snacks during most of the drive, I’m sorry… I was too distracted about my girlfriend being a hot driver.”

How come that with just three sentences, Milk managed to make Love feel so many things at once? She was cute, and caring, and flattering, and even flirted with her. Milk was a professional at making her feel all the good feelings in the world at the same time. Sometimes, Love felt that it may be a little too much. But she couldn't help it- and it was kind of Milk's fault as well, she was the one acting like the perfect girlfriend all the time, making Love's heart flutter. She couldn't handle it. So she threw her arms around Milk’s neck, pulling her into a tight hug. Love snuggled on the creek of Milk's neck. She wanted so badly to be able to just melt into the girl.

“You're happy!” Milk giggled, hugging Love back. She ran her fingers down Love's hair, it was one of the best feelings in the world.

“Of course I am!” Love answered, backing off so she could see Milk properly. “You pamper me too much.”

“Well, you like being pampered!” She pinched Love’s nose, playing with her. 

“I do!” Love puckered her lips and stole a kiss from Milk’s mouth. Only now it didn’t feel like stealing. They were dating, all of Milk's kisses were Love's now. That was a nice thing to think about. “But you're too good at it.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Milk raised an eyebrow. Love could see her eyes shifting from her eyes to her mouth. Just a peck and Milk was already locked in. So cute.

“Of course not.” Love kissed Milk’s lips again, and felt the girl leaning forwards when she separated them again. “But I feel like you have some kind of plan.”

“What? You're the one full of plans here loverrukk. Do I have to remember how you started casually going to every football game out of the blue?” Milk was the one to lean closer and kiss Love's lips now, full of confidence. Love had to remind herself that they were practically in the middle of the street now, so she couldn't just jump and grab Milk by the neck to kiss her for real. At least, she shouldn’t. But she could.

“I don’t see you complaining.” Love narrowed her eyes. 

“I'd never complain about getting the most beautiful girlfriend in the world.” Milk's face was soft, and she said that like it was just chit chat, a common thing to say in the middle of a conversation. Love rolled her eyes, not believing how cute that girl was.

“It’s a hazard to travel with you, Milk.” Love furrowed her nose, making her girlfriend pout and visibly melt. She knew the effect it had on Milk. “On our first trip, to the olympics, I was already into you, but you made me fall so much deeper.”

“And now?” Milk's eyes were locked into Love's, gazing deep, but her eyebrows were lifted in a playful look. This right now was exactly what Love liked so much about Milk. She was so truthful about her feelings, so in touch with them… that even being such a funny pants those feelings showed right through her. Milk wasn’t really good at hiding her feelings, not that she seemed to try doing it most of the time. Even when Love was chasing her, and they weren’t sure about how each other felt, Milk was actually really honest all the time. 

Now, they were dating for months. Maybe it was time for Love to relax and do the same. Her girlfriend was kind, and special, and she felt loved like never before. How could speaking up about her feelings ever get in the way?

“Now…” It was still difficult. But she traced over Milk's cheek with her thumb, feeling physically the same thing her heart felt every time she thought about the player. “Now I think I'm in love.” 

Milk widened her eyes, blinking once, twice… The third time, she narrowed them, staring deep into Love's orbit.

“...in love… with me, right?”

Now Love was the one to widen her eyes, jerking her head back.

“What? Of course it's with you!” She squeaked, shaking her head. “What's up with that question?”

Love was now kind of lost. She was there, confessing her true love, and her girlfriend thought it was about somebody else?

“Oh, just checking.” Milk shrugged and tilted her head to the side. “It'd be embarrassing, you know.”

Now Love was startled. Milk thought she was embarrassing? 

“What?” She asked in a low voice, carefully. Milk looked so much more at ease.

“If you were here saying you're in love with someone else, while I was waiting for the right time to tell you I love you too.” Once more, Milk said it like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like it was an usual phrase. Like it didn’t just turn Love's world upside down and painted it pink.

“How can you say that so easily?” Love threw her head back, annoyed at how long it took her, and how difficult it seemed just a few seconds ago. But Milk made it look so easy, and made her feel so comfortable with it, that she was already regretting not saying that a long time ago. “Do you even know you just made me the happiest girlfriend in the world?”

Milk leaned, touching their noses.

“That's exactly what I wanted.” 

Chapter Text

“It’s not fair.” 

Love sat on top of her own suitcase. She was pouting- of course she was-, crossing her arms and frowning. The noise and movement around her didn’t bother her at all. Her problem was way bigger than this.

“It’s… it’s valentines day!” She somehow crossed her arms even more. “Who even thought about this?”

“Love. Come on.” Milk said, crouching down to look her in the eyes. “I already told you. We can just stay home, or travel somewhere just the two of us.” 

She bopped Love’s nose, trying to get at least a smile from the girl. It only got her a crossed stare as her girlfriend made it clear she wasn’t going to be bribed away.

“I don’t want to do any of that!” Love stomped her foot on the ground, rolling her eyes. “It’s your last year as a student in college, I don’t want you to lose your last chance to play for our team.” She finally looked at Milk with something other than anger in her eyes. She cupped her girlfriend’s cheeks, looking deep into her eyes. Shiny boba pearls shining in the best style they could. “Also, it’s our first time going as an official couple! Don’t you want that?”

Milk grinned, feeling a wave of pride take over her body.

“Of course I want, baby. It’ll make me play even better.” She pressed her nose against Love’s, earning her smile now. 

Love let her forehead rest against Milk’s, savoring her favorite feeling in the world: Milk so close to her she could feel her breathing and smell her scent. 

Once they pulled away, Love pouted again. Now she was forcing it to look cute. It was one of her weapons, after all.

“I still think it’s not fair that they scheduled the Olympics right during valentine’s weekend.” She sighed, looking around. 

As always, the night of the trip was a mess. People walking around, some lost, some already drunk. Suitcases everywhere. Some people that never once showed up for a game, only there for the party. 

Still, she knew most of these people. They were her friends. They weren’t bad company- just a bunch of intruders for her romantic fantasy of a first valentine’s day with the girl she loved so much. At least this year she wasn’t entitled for taking care of any buses- actually, she had personally asked not to be in charge of them, maybe using a lot of her persuasive skills after pointing out it was valentine’s day and she wasn’t thrilled at all to be working during it. 

So now she could pout in peace, until her girlfriend gave up and leaned down to peck her all over her face, making Love giggle and pull Milk even closer. 

“You lesbians!” 

The only voice possible screamed at them, arriving with not one, but two rolling suitcases. They were identical in everything but in colors: one blue and one yellow. Behind her, Film was walking peacefully, sipping from her panda themed thermal bottle. 

“Nam, don’t embarrass them.” Film said, elbowing her girlfriend. 

“What? Are you saying it’s embarrassing being a lesbian?” Namtan placed a hand on her chest, acting shocked. “I didn’t expect that coming from you of all people, Film.” 

Film rolled her eyes and sat down on a step next to where Love was, already giggling at her girlfriend. 

“No babi, I think it’s embarrassing to be a lesbian and not be the one dating you.” 

Milk and Love stared at each other for a second after that comment, not believing what they just heard. After that, they broke into laughter, leaning into each other to keep balance. 

Milk stood up and threw her Eagle’s bandana at Namtan.

“Get out of my face before I catch diabetes.”

—

“Miw?” 

Love’s voice was soft in the middle of the dark and quiet room. 

Too soft.

“Tell me.” Milk said without opening her eyes, but now brushing her fingers in circles on Love’s side.

They were laying on a single bed, squeezed against each other not because there was not enough space, but because they didn’t even remember how to lay next to each other without becoming just one matter. Not that either of them would complain. It felt amazing to be glued like this. They’d probably be entangled together even if there was a full king sized bed in this bedroom. 

“Hm…” Love just hummed for a second, and Milk knew instantly she was shy about something. She could tease her a little bit, but the silence was so nice. She just waited. “You… you haven’t kissed me since we got here, you know?”

Milk’s head jerked back as she frowned.

“I didn’t kiss you? Are you sure?”

Love’s grip on her hand tightened.

“Are you saying I’m wrong?” Her voice was decisive- of course she wasn’t, she never was.

Love turned inside Milk’s arms, somehow without putting any gap between them, fast enough to see Milk shaking her head. 

“Good.” Love said, already grinning again. “So, I’m right. You haven’t kissed me since we got here.” And then she pouted. Hard, in the way she knew worked to make Milk do anything she asked her to. She could see the moment Milk’s gaze melted. “Don’t you want to kiss me?”

For a second, Milk only looked at her. At her eyes, shining like a flashlight inside that darkened room. At her face, so perfectly drawn, a true masterpiece. At her lips, pouty and soft and quite literally begging for a kiss. 

“Of course I do, loverrukk.” Milk grinned, kissing Love’s nose. “I want to kiss you all the time. That’s my favorite thing in the world.” She winked, then pecked Love’s lips very fast and soft. She tasted like her strawberry mint toothpaste. 

Love giggled and moved forward to kiss Milk again, properly this time. She traced her hands to Milk’s arms, making sure they were still holding her by the waist. They kissed slowly, savoring the way they knew each other by now, how they could remember perfectly how each other tasted, but the memory could never come even close to reality when it came to kissing. Love traced Milk’s muscles with her fingertips, dwelling on the knowledge that she was the only one who knew exactly each line of muscle that hid under Milk’s skin, how they could flex and how strong she was whenever she wanted to show it. 

It was also amazing how with the slightest contact, not even groping or feeling her up, Milk’s hands could make Love’s mind vanish in less than a minute. Like right now, she had no thoughts in her brain anymore, just feelings. The feeling of Milk’s lips against hers, the feeling of their tongues sliding together, the feeling of their bodies pressing against each other. By now, they moved in a rhythm that looked choreographed, as if after a whole year of doing this practically everyday- and missing it terribly on the days they didn’t- they finally managed to become just one body. 

But still, it didn’t feel enough. Love was feeling ascending to cloud nine with the way Milk kissed and touched her, but she needed more to land there properly. 

That was always the problem with kissing Milk. Kissing was never enough. 

“Miw.” Love whispered between kisses, her mouth still glued to her girlfriend’s.

“Hmm.” Milk only hummed, clearly too involved in kissing to even bother with a conversation. 

“Milk.” Love said, starting to give only closed mouth pecks over Milk’s lips, trying to gain her attention. “Baby.” She pecked again, on the side of her mouth. Then on her cheek. “Hey.”

Milk groaned, but agreed on stopping- for a moment, at least. 

“Okay, yes. Sorry.” She shook her head, trying to organize her thoughts. “I’ll listen.”

The hazy look in her eyes didn’t agree much with the statement, but Love just went along with it. 

“I really like kissing you.” Love said, giggling to herself. She kissed Milk’s cheek again. 

Milk giggled along, leaning closer to capture Love’s lips again, but she was stopped by a pinch in her arm.

“No.”

“No?” Milk answered, eyes wide open now. She sounded desesperate- Love liked that. 

“No.” Love shook her head, holding back a grin. “I like kissing you too much, Miw.” She groaned and shook her head, making Milk laugh. Love bit her shoulder as an answer to that. “Don’t laugh at me! I just said, I like to kiss you too much…. And then… and then…” Love sighed, throwing her head back. “And then kissing isn’t enough, and I feel like I could eat you alive!” 

She bit Milk again, now on her collarbone. Love loved biting her. It was fulfilling in some wicked way- and she also liked Milk walking around with proof she was taken, as childish as it could be. But right now, she just knew she wanted more, more proximity than just kissing, anything at all that could make her feel closer to Milk. Consuming her in any way. 

“I just need… I don’t know.” Love whined, pushing Milk closer to her and then pulling her away. Milk thumped against the wall, landing half on her back. Love was still looking at her with furrowed eyebrows, eyes travelling up and down. “You just look so good and you kiss so well and I…” She scooted closer, hands now grabbing Milk’s face, legs tangling with hers, hips pressed together. “I need more of you, baby.”

Milk thought about answering. She even opened her mouth and gathered air to do so. But Love moved faster, crashing their lips together. Kissing her faster than before, Love was devouring Milk by the mouth. She was kissing, and licking, and nipping, and Milk was pretty sure her lips would end up swollen and sore, but she’d never, ever, ask Love to stop. Being worshipped by a princess was something not everyone in the world had the chance to do, so she wouldn’t complain. She let Love kiss her, happily accepting anything. She just enjoyed when Love bit and pulled on her lip for the tenth time, when her body moved impossibly closer, when her hands snaked down her neck, landing on her chest to lay her flat against the mattress. She didn’t stop when she felt Love climbing half on top of her, when she pulled Milk’s shirt up just to scratch over her abs. Milk just kissed Love back, hands travelling on her body, feeling how hot her pretty girlfriend was, how her curves fit perfectly on her hands, how she whimpered whenever she cupped Love’s ass over her barely there pajama shorts. She wouldn’t ever want to stop Love.

But she did. 

Once she felt one of Love’s hands leaving her, and especially when she realized Love was using said hand to slip off her own shorts. 

Milk’s hands both flew to Love’s hips, stopping her. 

“What are you doing?” Milk asked, voice filled with panic. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Love answered, already sitting up on Milk’s lap. She looked down at her girlfriend, looking turned on and startled at the same time. Too damn cute and hot. Love lifted her hips just a bit, just enough to pull off her shorts, ignoring Milk’s attempt to stop her. Which left her bare, because of course Love wasn’t sleeping with underwear on. She never did. “Come on, baby.”

Love fell back on top of Milk, assaulting her neck. As great as it felt, it didn’t erase Milk’s concerns- not yet, at least.

“Love, come on you. Do you even know who’s in the room next to us?” Milk asked, trying to steady her breathing. It wasn’t easy. She could feel how wet Love was against her thigh. 

Love moved up, kissing Milk’s jaw now. She didn’t even move away before answering, speaking the words directly against Milk’s skin. 

“No, I don’t.” She said, hot and steamy against Milk’s jaw. “Do you?”

It was really, really hard to speak in this situation. But Milk tried her best. 

“Me neither.” She couldn’t help but let a teeny tiny moan escape. “That’s why I.. oh god… Why I don’t want them to hear us…” She threw her head back, leaving more space for Love to keep going- completely opposite to her words. 

Once again, it didn’t stop her girlfriend. Love was still happily teasing her, giving Milk the smallest movements of her hips, kissing in all the places she knew would make Milk melt. 

“Then I’ll be really quiet, baby.” Love said right against her ear. Milk felt shivers all over her body. It couldn’t get worse than this. 

But of course it did. 

“Just.” Love kissed her earlobe, now whispering slowly and velvety. “Let me hump your leg, and after I come I’ll let you sleep, okay?”

There was no way Milk would ever say no to this. So she just nodded, hands slipping over Love’s ass cheeks again to help her move.

—

DAY 1 (February 12)

Milk was putting on her first set of jersey and soccer shorts when she felt Love cling to her. Small arms circled her waist and Love’s face was smashed against her back. 

“We can never be separated, okay?” Love said. 

“Of course loverrukk.” Milk giggled, sneaking her arms back to hug her girlfriend, as awkward as this position was. “Why would we?”

Milk turned to see Love. She was wearing one of Milk’s jerseys, hanging too big on her petite body. Of course, being who she was, Love chose to wear the Eagle’s beach shorts- too short to show under the gigantic tshirt. Looking at her like this, it was obvious why everyone was disappointed to know she was coming to the Olympics unavailable. 

“Well, because there are all these games and things to do, and they may try to separate us.” Love looked down at their hands intertwined and pulled Milk closer. She had to look up now to speak. “But you’re not allowed to stay away from me. If we need to waste Valentine's weekend here, we’ll do it glued to each other.” 

Milk grinned. She could think of nothing better than being glued to her girlfriend four days long.

—

Milk realizes Love wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted to be close at all times. 

Her first game of the day was soccer. It was easy, as always. Their team was so aligned, even better than last year, after new girls arrived at college. That made it easier to play. They were so close now that it seemed the girls could read each other's minds. Just one look at Namtan or Ciize was enough to make Milk know where they’d pass the ball or where she had to shoot so they’d end the play. They moved effortlessly through the court, and the crowd was going crazy. Apparently, during the last years they had built a reputation on the Olympics. People knew they were good, and they were either scared to play against them or excited to watch from the bleachers. 

Love, however, wasn’t on the bleachers. She was sitting on the bench, helping with water for the team, screaming at Milk, helping with crowd chants, everything she could. And whenever Milk scored- which was a lot for the first game, three goals in total-, she’d run to her girlfriend and spin Love in the air. They were the tell tale of a cheesy couple, living the best of their lives together, refusing not to be there to see each other conquer the world. 

“So loverrukk, is the trip being awful so far?” Milk asked, sitting on the bed as Love chose between dozens of Eagles’ shirts hanging on their shared wardrobe. Between the two of them, they had enough black and blue shirts to wear for over a month, and Love seemed to be having a really hard time choosing one right now. 

“Why would it be?” Love said, pulling a hanger out.

“That one is mine, there’s a hole on the armpit.” Milk said, pointing to the hole with a smile. She stood up, pulling an almost identical one and handing it to Love. “You were worried because we’d be separated.”

Love took off her current shirt to put on the one they had grabbed from the closet, and Milk had to bite her lip to hold back the ridiculous whimper she almost let out. It didn’t matter how many times she had seen Love undress, she’d never get used to it. Love was just too beautiful. 

“Oh.” She smiled, and somehow became more beautiful, especially with her messy hair from changing clothes. “Well, we didn’t spend a lot of time apart today. And you know I love watching you play.” 

Love tiptoed to peck Milk’s lips, still smiling when they pulled apart. 

“Can you pass me my phone? I’ll text the girls so we can meet for dinner before the party” Love said, pointing to the table behind Milk. 

But the girl didn’t move, shaking her head. 

“No.” For the brief second that she took between sentences, Love’s eyes widened enough to show how shocked she was with Milk denying her something. “I’m taking my cheerleader to dinner.” 

Milk didn’t wait for Love’s answer, just linked their arms as she walked them to the corridor, looking smug to have the prettiest girl in the building with her. 

“There is a row of food trucks along the main street, you can choose any you want.” She side eyed Love, who was beaming, looking at her with stars in her eyes. “Or all you want. I’m sure you’ll want to try many.”

Love giggled, tilting her head to kiss Milk’s shoulder. She loved her so much.

—

“Oh, there are the love birds!” Ciize exclaimed as they walked into the party. She was wearing an already shiny dress, with silver sequins all over it. But around her body there was some kind of LED rope literally lighting her up. It kind of suited Ciize, actually. And it was perfect for the Glow theme of the party. Love and Milk were just wearing a bunch of glow in the dark bracelets and necklaces.

Before any of them answered, Milk elbowed Love, nodding towards the bar. There, sat Kapook and Earn, both wearing very similar outfits as Ciize, except Kapook’s was golden and Earn’s copper. It was amazing how they were able to coordinate everything between three people. 

“We grabbed something to eat before coming.” Milk said, sitting down next to Ciize. “I didn’t want to deal with a very drunk cat like last year, you know.”

Ciize giggled, pushing Milk slightly. If Love didn’t trust Ciize so much, she might’ve been jealous. Maybe she was a little, but she tried really hard not to show. 

“Well I’m not even drinking tonight, okay. We have the cheer competition tomorrow morning, and I made a pact with the team that we wouldn't drink before hitting the mat.” Love nodded, decided. Maybe pact wasn’t the right choice of words. It was more like she threatened the whole team. 

“Oh! Is that why Namtan and Film aren’t here today?” Ciize asked, waving to her girlfriends to come over. 

“No, Film texted me saying Namtan passed out on the bed around nine.” Love giggled. They all knew Namtan was a sleepyhead, and it only got worse this year. She was, just like Milk, in her last year of college, so she was giving her all to her end of course project. 

The other girls arrived with drinks in their hands, but Love refused the one Kapook handed her. 

“Oh, you and Earn are dry tonight, right?” Kapook said. One of her arms was snaked around Earn’s shoulders, and she gave a slight squeeze there, which made Earn giggle and rest her head on the taller girl’s shoulder. It was amazing how they’ve grown closer and completely comfortable with each other during the last months. “Well, leaves more for me!” She said, dropping both shot cups on her mouth. Love was amazed. 

“Dude, I know you have two girlfriends to carry you if you pass out, but be careful still.” Milk said, her eyes as wide as Love’s.

“Oh, come on Milk!” Kapook raised her hands. “We both know that if I pass out, you will be the one in charge of carrying me!” 

“Oh, that’d be sexy…” Ciize said, winking at her girlfriend. Milk turned red as a tomato, never used to people hitting on her. 

She grabbed Love’s hand quickly, pulling her away even if the girl was finally having fun and laughing along, instead of getting jealous. 

“Uh… We’ll go dance!” Milk screamed, waving a hand to her back. Love clung to her arm, still laughing at the reaction.

This was Love’s favorite part of being in love and dating the perfect girl. She had finally come to terms of how to enjoy a party being in a relationship, and it was amazing. She didn’t have to feel guilty anymore, nor did she have to give up her love for partying and having fun dancing with friends and people she just met. Now, Milk would go with her and make everything even more fun. As much as she wasn’t great at dancing, she was great at making Love laugh. She never knew it was possible to laugh until her belly ached and dance at the same time, but Milk was making her test new ways of working out. Because Milk was so clumsy and she made so many funny and stupid jokes, that Love was pretty sure her abs were more defined than ever just from laughing really hard. 

Then again, Love thrived in this environment. Just like the cheerfloor, the dance floor was her place in the world. She loved dancing, loved moving, loved feeling everyone’s eyes on her as she showed up pretty and impossible to ignore. Here, she was able to talk to anyone who looked her way; to ask about tops, and skirts, and make ups; to dance with someone she just met and have fun like a little kid. Meeting new people, even if it was for just once in her life, had always been her favorite part of parties. Now, with Milk next to her, it was even better. Because whenever she looked, Milk was looking back at her, eyes dark and deep, showing how much she desired Love. She was used to people looking at her like that, but Milk’s gaze was able to break something in her. The confidence that she had someone waiting for her, someone who’d fall asleep drawing circles on her back. 

After what seemed hours of dancing, Love turned around to see Milk standing frozen, staring at her like she was a celebrity. Someone that shouldn’t be there. Like a star fallen from the sky, shining right in front of her. 

“What?” Love asked, her hair clinging to her face because of the sweat, smile easy and light. Looking just like an angel.

Milk didn’t answer her, just stepped closer, until there was no more space between them. She slid one hand down Love’s hair, admiring the contrast of red hair against her white skin. She loved everything about Love’s hair: color, texture, smell. She loved seeing it frame Love’s body when it was the last thing on her. She loved combing it, tangling her fingers in it, pulling it at the right times. Right now, it grounded her. Love was here, she was real, and she was looking at Milk, ignoring everything else in this crowded room. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Milk said, almost whispered, looking directly into Love’s face. Even if it was low, in the middle of loud music and voices, Love heard it. Love always did. 

“Aww, baby. Thank you.” She grinned and puckered her lips so Milk would give her a quick kiss. 

Milk did kiss her. But it wasn’t quick. It was completely different than Love imagined, pressing hard and deciding against her mouth. Milk kissed her as she was trying to suck her soul through her lips, marking Love from inside out. Her hand was in the back of her head now, guiding Love to tilt to the side, letting her deepen the kiss, making sure she could feel everything through this kiss. 

Once they parted, Love was breathless, lipstick smudged around her face. She looked up at Milk and the girl looked the same, completely undone. 

“Let’s go back.” Milk said, not moving her body nor her gaze. 

Love just nodded, dumbfounded, unable to do anything but follow this girl who just made her whole body light up. Talk about a glow party. She was glowing from the inside now. 

As they passed through the crowd, Love heard Kapook whistle. 

“Woahh, at least you’re taking it to the bedroom! Wouldn’t want to interrupt you again!” She laughed to herself, and Love could see Milk’s profile darkening in red, even if she didn’t falter on her way back to the dorm. 

For the second time on that day, Love thought that spending Valentine’s weekend here wasn’t so bad. At least she and Milk had a whole room to themselves. 

—

Day 3 (February 13)

Today, it was war day. 

Or as close you can get to war wearing shiny short outfits. It was brutal, nonetheless. But at least it was artistic. Feminine. Zeroed down to perfection. 

Love loved cheerleading. She thrived on it. It was a place where she could be the centre of attention while also doing everything hand in hand- or feet in hand- with another fifteen girls. She loved womanhood, and an all girls cheerleading team was the perfect form of it.  

Poor Milk, on the other hand, had nothing to do with that but was, for the second year in a row, awake before the sun and helping Love with cheer duties. This time, she even woke up earlier than Love and cleaned up the table while the girl was tossing and turning in bed, clearly annoyed that her private warmer wasn’t there. But when she woke up to an open space where she could spread her makeup and accessories on, there was no more complaining. In fact, that earned Milk a quick makeout session as good morning- until the second alarm sounded and they had to break apart. 

“Are you two going to do this every year? For god’s sake, it’s too early…” Namtan complained as she opened the door. Milk was doing rounds with Love, waking up the whole team.

“This year you’re less anxious.” Milk said, remembering how Namtan was freaking out last year before the cheer competition. 

“That’s because she actually had more than eight hours of sleep this time.” Film commented, hidden somewhere in the bedroom. She was probably putting on her uniform. 

Once back in their room, Milk even helped Love with hair and makeup. By now, she had seen Love get ready enough times- on competitions, show offs or freshmen reception- to know at least a little bit of it. She had mastered the art of brushing Love’s hair perfectly to the back so the girl could tie it in a very thigh ponytail, and how to help with those damn sleeves that were detached from the rest of the uniform. 

She was also an expert in admiring Love in cheerleader mode. 

This morning, it was Milk’s turn to make sure they were never apart. She clinged to Love the best she could- even using her height and athletic carry to cross over some limits, staring angrily at anyone who dared to even try telling her she shouldn’t be there. It was obvious she was the only one not on the team sitting there during warm ups, helping with the eight count. She went to the locker rooms with them, handing Love a fresh water bottle, helping glue back any gems that fell from Love’s makeup, taking endless candid photos of Love doing basically anything- stunting, going over the count with Film, training her cheerface looking at nowhere. 

The only moment when she allowed herself to be more than a meter away from Love was during the routine. Then, she climbed the bleachers to stand on the perfect height. She knew her girl would show up from any angle, being the main flyer and the centre of the pyramid- things Milk understood like it were football rules now-, but she wanted a VIP view from it. Also, because Love asked her over and over again to tape it, saying it was her favourite routine in years. And of course Milk would do anything she wanted, even if it was extremely difficult to hold the phone and stay still while she watched her girlfriend slay the world of cheerleading. For all Milk had learnt during the last year, this was a grand champion material. Love was right, this was the best routine Milk had seen since she entered college. 

As always, cheerleading had taken the whole morning, and for some reason their team had been the last one. Love said the order was randomly chosen by some kind of raffle, but Milk thought it was because the judges already knew the Eagles and wanted to save the best for last. 

“I feel like I could eat a lion.” Namtan says, her body thrown on the locker room’s bench. She had her eyes closed, an arm covering her face. 

“Why, isn’t eating a cat everyday enough for you?” Earn asked, giggling at her own joke. 

Milk gasped, shocked. She was definitely spending too much time with Kapook- this was the exact type of joke her friend would’ve made if she was in here. But, once again, no girlfriends were, just Milk had barged in without caring about team rules or whatever. She was here to bring her girl some electrolyte water and a windbreaker- the sky was turning darker by the moment. 

“Dude.” Namtan sat up, her expression mirroring Milk’s. “I know it’s Friday the 13th but I didn’t think you’d get possessed by your girlfriend.”

The whole team laughed, and that seemed to put some life back into Namtan’s face. She was tired, but making people laugh- especially Film, who was adorably giggling and leaning into her- had always been something that lit her up. 

“Okay, after rocking it on the cheerfloor and this creepy ass comment… let’s eat.” She said it like an estatement, not a question. And indeed everyone went along. 

—

“So, do we have Valentine's Day plans?” Namtan asks as she stuffs a fry in her mouth. 

“Are you asking me?” Film asks back, frowning at her. “You’re the one who should be planning this, phi. You’re the one who borderline bullied me into dating you.”

Love laughs, kicking Namtan’s under the table. She could remember very well the whole process of Namtan pursuing Film. Those were some funny and weird months indeed. Even stranger was to think that, back then, she had already met Milk but they weren’t a thing yet. It was like everything in her life before Milk didn’t make perfect sense, because by now she felt like life itself was made to be lived together with Milk. 

“I think you found your black cat for today…” Milk mentions. She is serving Love’s plate before settling her own- a very cute habit Love noticed after a few months into dating. “My orange one is right here.” Milk winks at her, and Love considers quitting lunch just to drag Milk into the bedroom again. 

Namtan groans, rolling her eyes. 

“Oh, so you’re telling me you have a whole thing prepared inside your dorm room?” She flinches her eyes at Milk. “It’s not like you could hide anything from Love if it’s right inside your suitcase. I know pretty well that she has free access to everything you own.”

“That’s true. Especially my heart.” Milk winks at Namtan, who pushes her shoulder. Love really liked being with them. Milk and Namtan were so alike in some ways, and they behaved like siblings. “But I do have things planned.”

Namtan leans back into her chair, one hand sneaking into Film’s leg. Milk touches her foot with Love’s, nodding towards that. They had been talking about how Namtan is physically incapable of not touching Film for longer than 5 minutes. Love thinks that’s why she begged so hard to be the backspot for Film’s stunt. 

“Maybe you should talk to Milk about her plans, babi.” Film says, peacefully eating her noodles. But all of them knew this voice tone was deadly. “See if you can come up with something actually romantic, like Milk did.”

Love giggles. Her friends are too funny. 

“I like the idea of making them compete to see who’s the best at romance.” She says, wiggling her eyebrows. 

Film lets a little scream out, reaching her hand across the table to high five her friend.

“Oh I love it too!” Both girls grin at each other, while their girlfriends gulp. “Whoever loses has to go a whole day without kisses.” 

Namtan nearly falls off her chair, and Milk looks at Film and Love wide eyed, not sure if they are being serious about that.

“Your girlfriend is a witch.” Namtan says, pointing at Milk. 

“It’s friday the 13th, baby.” Love sends a flying kiss to Namtan. “The witches are out.” 

—

“I’ve never been happier to lose a game in my life.” Milk says as she runs out of the court, dripping in sweat. Love always knew her girlfriend doesn’t like basketball, but being happy for losing was something new. 

“You? Not being a sore loser? That’s new.” She says jokingly, even if it was true to some extent- Milk never liked losing, and she didn’t try to hide it. 

She pulled a small towel from her backpack to help Milk clean up a little of the sweat. She liked dating an athlete, but it didn’t need to be stinky all the time- not that Milk used to stink, most times her body splash would stay even after hours of playing. 

“I don’t like losing, but I didn’t even want to play this year. Kapook made me stay after she told the whole team to ask me. I couldn’t say no to the girls…” 

“Awww.” Love hugged Milk’s side as they walked. She was gross, but also so cute. “My girl is a softie. I love that.” 

The anger burning inside Milk’s heart seemed to easy. Now her skin was red not because of running, but from blushing at her girlfriend. She’d never get tired of Love babying her. 

“I… I just don’t like making people sad, you know that.” Milk said, not sure how to react now. She was just complaining at first.

“I do.” Love kissed her shoulder. It tasted a bit like sweat, but a lot like Milk. “Relax. I can assure you make someone very happy everyday.”

Milk rolled her eyes, side-hugging Love back.

“Yeah?” She asked, already knowing what Love would answer. They knew each other like that.

“Yes!” Love said, now hugging her tighter. “Me!” 

Milk giggled, amazed at how good life could be.

—

“Do you think this is enough?” Milk asks, looking at herself at the full body mirror inside the wardrobe door. She is wearing Eagles’ low rise sweatpants, an Eagles’ tshirt, with the sleeves cut off and an Eagles’ beanie. Love was pretty sure there were also Eagles’ socks on her feet, even if she couldn’t see it. 

“I don’t think you could even fit anything more there, Milk.” Love smiles. Her girlfriend was so sweet sometimes. 

Milk nods, still analyzing her outfit in the mirror. Love was still sitting on the bed, pressing little Eagles’ temporary tattoos on her collarbone. Milk tried telling her over and over again that it was too cold for wearing the crop top without the sleeves, but Love didn’t care. She had a party look in mind, and she wouldn’t let the weather ruin it. 

“Your life is so much easier for spirit party… You all always go with the cheer outfit.” Milk says, without thinking a lot about the words. 

“You’re complaining?” Love stood up behind Milk- there wasn’t a lot of space inside this room-, looking at her through the mirror. 

Milk knew pretty damn well that she wasn’t supposed to start any kind of fight with Love, let alone one during a trip and right before Valentine’s Day. So she shook her head, looking pale. Love nodded, sitting back on the bed to finish getting ready.

“That’s what I thought…” She marked. 

—

Love literally squealed as they walked into the party. This was her favorite one, and she was happy it was a constant theme every year. Everyone was dressed from head to toe with their college’s merch, the music was loud and everything was so damn colourful. This year, instead of gigantic flags they had printed out the athlete’s photos as headshots wallpaper for all around the room. It was definitely different than expected, but she loved the idea as soon as someone gave it during one organization meeting. 

The reason was kind of obvious.

“Let’s find ourselves on the wall!” Namtan creamed, pulling Love by the hand. 

Of course it was fun as hell seeing everyone’s photos. Gladly, most of her friends were athletes, so they were all somewhere in the walls. She and Namtan ran in front of the others, excited for this moment since Love had told her they were going to do that. Film stayed behind to help Milk get drinks. 

“I don’t see anyone who matters, what the fuck?” Namtan complained. She started looking at the higher photos, while Love was looking at the lower rows. 

“Well, we did have to print all of the athletes, even from other teams, you know. I couldn’t just send the Eagles’ pictures for the graphic.” Love said that, but she was also annoyed at how they couldn’t find them easier. She thought it would be faster.

“I don’t see why. We’re the better team…” She pointed at a picture of a girl from Nine college. “And prettier, come on. Look at this. She could never beat us in a beauty competition.”

Love slapped Namtan’s arm.

“Girl, you can’t talk like that… somebody could hear it and it’d get us in trouble.” Love complained because she had to. But she agreed with Namtan. 

“I know you agree with me…” Namtan said, lower now, an ironic smirk on her face.

“What wicked thing did you two agree on now?” Film asked as she and Milk arrived with drinks. She was already smiling broadly, a bit flushed. Love imagined she and Milk had done at least one shot at the bar, because her girlfriend was also blushing. 

“That you are the most beautiful girl in this city, and all these faces on the walls have nothing against you, my babi!” Namtan nearly screamed, pulling Film into a bear hug. The girl just laughed, burying her face on Namtan’s neck. 

“So you agreed with that?” Milk asked, grinning. She had brought a pink drink for Love, something she reminded very clearly about last year’s party. This year, it was all easier. She didn’t have to second guess if Milk wanted her- or if she wanted someone else-; didn’t have to keep scaring off girls trying to get with her, because at this point everyone knew pretty damn well that the cheer captain and the top scorer for the Eagles were a couple. It was amazing. 

“Of course not.” Love shook her head, then threw it back once she tasted her strawberry drink. So good. “You know you’re the most gorgeous in the world for me.” 

Milk rolled her eyes, but Love already knew this girl too well to think she was making fun of her. Milk was just shy, not used to getting complimented so directly, even though Love complemented her various times daily now. 

“I don’t like to disagree with you, but you know I have to in this one.” Milk pulled her by the waist- this was definitely the alcohol speaking, because Milk was never this direct and touchy in public-, making Love gasp loudly. “Because for me, you’re the prettiest one, my princess.”

Love couldn’t even answer that, being the one to melt and get too shy. She, other than Milk, was used to people complimenting her and calling her cute nicknames, but when Milk did it… it did something different with her heart, or rather her whole body. Milk was an expert in making Love melt, and blush, and burn, all at the same time, without even saying anything too explicit. 

“Who would’ve thought the best athletes in the Eagles team are a bunch of sappy lesbians…” Someone said behind them, and Namtan turned around puffing her chest, ready to start a fight. Love could see Film’s face behind her, biting her lip. Of course she found it hot when Namtan got like this. 

But it was just Kapook, clearly already drunk and smirking at them. 

“Weren’t you supposed to be, like, double as sappy? Since you got two girls?” Milk asked, still holding Love.

“Touche my friend…I may be, but you’ll never catch me in public saying sweet stuff like you two were doing right now.” Kapook rolled her eyes and downed another shot. Love laughed, knowing that was just half true. Kapook did not use to say romantic stuff in front of other people, but she was always so caring and attentive of her girlfriends that her actions spoke louder than any words she could say. And that was double the effort, or maybe triple because Ciize was a really intense girlfriend for most times. “ANYWAY! I came here because Ciize wanted to gather you all for a party game.”

“Oh, nice!” Namtan jumped in place, already pulling Film along with her. “Let’s go, I didn’t come to the party yesterday, so now I have extra energy!” 

The two of them ran together to the place where Ciize and Earn were gathered, also staring at the wallpaper. Love smiled to herself. This had been a great idea, after all. 

“Hi my loves!” Ciize said as they approached her. She linked her arm with Love and Film, pulling both girls along with her. “I loved our lovergirl’s idea of the wallpaper. Me and Earn were trying to find ourselves but there are soooo many people here, that it’s too difficult. So my amazing girlfriend-”

“That’s me.” Kapook cut her off, smiling smug as she rested an arm on top of Earn’s head. The shorter girl raised an eyebrow at her, and Kapook took it off immediately. 

“Yes baby, that’s you.” Ciize winked at her. “She had the idea of turning this into a game, so I told her to get you all.”

“Hm.” Namtan crossed her arms, mockingly paying too much attention to Ciize. “Explain.”

“So, we have a lot of faces all around, right?” Ciize looked at Love, who nodded. “And it’s hard to find any of us, even though we’re the main attraction.” It was Film’s time to nod. “So, the game is we have to look around for us. If you find yourself, you choose someone to take a shot. If someone finds you before you do, you’re the one who has to take the shot.”

“Woah. That’s gonna make us shit drunk in no time.” Milk said, eyes wide and worried. She didn’t want to hold back someone’s hair while they puked. 

“That’s the idea, dumass.” Namtan slapped the back of her head, making Milk cuss her. “We’re at a party, and it’s our last year. Let’s go!” Namtan walked to the wall, scanning it with even more intent than earlier. “I’m going to find so many Milk faces… Love, you’ll have to take care of your girl tonight!”

“Oh, no.” Film moved away from Ciize’s embrace, also scanning the wall. “I’m gonna find YOU, clever girl. You’ll see.”

Love giggled with Ciize, already having fun.

Milk and Namtan got into a serious competition, focusing on getting each other drunker and drunker as the night went on. The rest of them were laughing at the two more than finding faces, but all of them eventually found a couple of them. Love found herself two times, having ease on finding her own face. She looked at herself so much at the mirror that it made it easier. On both times, she chose Namtan to drink. At some point, Milk and Film teamed up against the girl, making her down shot after shot. After about an hour, Earn arrived with water bottles for them. Once again, even not speaking things clearly in public, it was obvious Kapook was helping her girlfriends, pointing some of their photos for them to “find”, and never one choosing them to drink. Not that Ciize would’ve cared, since she chose herself to drink more than once. 

“Hey loverrukk, did you check the time?” Film bumped into her, smiling broadly. Film was always so pretty like this, with her dark eyes almost disappearing and her whisker dimples showing. “It’s past midnight already! Valentines day!” 

She hugged Love very tight, so tight that Love could feel her friend’s heartbeat- and it was fast. Film was probably as drunk as Namtan by now, even if she had a lot less to drink. She might just be a lighter drinker. 

“Happy valentine’s baby!!” Love said back, giggling. She has loved Film since they first met years ago. 

But this valentine’s she was focused on another girl. 

Love kissed Film’s cheek before leaving her to hunt in between the sea of people there. She followed the wall, knowing Milk would be at some point, looking for a photo of Namtan to make her drink again. 

“Loverrukk!” Milk found her before she could, hugging her from the back and picking her up, spinning them. “I missed you baby! I saw your photo and it made me so emotional. You’re too pretty. So pretty!” 

So, Milk was drunk. The good thing was that Love herself was also tipsy, so they were matching vibes. 

“Aww, babe!” Love giggled. She was always laughing with this one. “I was coming to get you! It’s valentine’s day already! Happy first valentine!” 

Milk dropped her on the ground so Love could turn and face her.

Milk’s smile was the brightest thing Love had ever seen in her life. It was beautiful, big and warm. Just like Milk herself was. She’d give up everything on her life if that meant she could see this smile everyday.

“It’s valentine’s already?” Milk nearly screamed. “Oh, baby! Happy Valentine’s Day!” She hugged Love again, kissing all over her face. “I love you so much! Thanks for being my valentine every day!” She kissed Love’s cheeks, her jaw, her neck. “I love you! I love you! I love you!” 

With each kiss, Love felt this moment slip from tender to heated, because Milk’s lips on her neck were too much to handle. Her hands on her waist, pulling her closer, molding their bodies together… She was already feeling her body heat up and her panties grow wetter and wetter.

“Miw…” She whined, scratching Milk’s nape. “Let’s…”

Milk chuckled against her neck, now moving to her ear.

“You want to get out of here, loverrukk?” Milk whispered in such a dirty voice. Oh god, that voice alone did things to Love. She just nodded, too horny to speak.

She didn’t expect Milk to lift her up with just one arm- so damn strong-, and place her sideways, now carrying her bridal style.

“Milk!” Love screamed, laughing already. She clinged to Milk’s neck, a bit afraid of falling. 

“It’s Valentine’s!” Milk said, already walking through the crowd. “I want to be romantic!” 

Love kept laughing as they crossed the party. She was sure she could hear her friends making some funny comment on their way out, but she didn’t even hear it completely. Her attention was too focused on her girlfriend now.

—

DAY 4 (February 14th - Valentine’s Day)

When they got to their dorm room, Love didn’t even have time to say anything before Milk pushed her behind the door. Her feet didn’t even touch the floor, since Milk pinned her there, holding her up. All Love could do was wrap her legs around the girl’s waist and open her mouth. Milk was hungry tonight, she could tell. She kissed Love like she could devour her, and Love was starting to worry that she would indeed end up with her lips chewed off.

If that happened, it would be a problem for the future. Because right now Love was feeling better than ever in her life. Pinned against the wall, getting kissed by the hottest girl she knew and celebrating Valentine’s Day with her for the first time. She couldn’t imagine anything to make this better. 

“I love you so much loverrukk…” Milk whispered against her lips, not even breaking their contact to say it. “You make me so, so, so happy.” Love could feel Milk’s smile against her lips, and she was pretty sure the girl was feeling the same. They didn’t need words to communicate these things anymore, they had grown so close that it was almost telepathic. But it was amazing to hear them too.

“I love you too Miw.” Love was sure her voice was already ragged, she couldn’t even breathe properly from how harshly she was being kissed, but she wouldn’t complain.

One of Milk’s hands stayed in place, holding Love up by the thigh, but the other started moving along her body, drawing the curve of Love’s waist, brushing against her breasts, finally arriving at her neck. Milk held her there, not choking, but heavy. She moved to kiss Love’s cheeks and jaw again, whispering all the time. 

“You’re perfect. So beautiful. So hot.” She moved her head back so she could look at her girlfriend, eyes sneaking downwards to the cheerleading uniform. “I can never get enough of you, especially with this uniform. You look like a goddess.”

The look in Milk’s eyes was indeed of adoration. Her pupils were dilated, her breath was heavy. She looked amazing. Love was shocked she managed to bag this girl. 

“Miw.” She was already whining, already needing so much. She wasn’t even sure what the hell she needed, she just knew it was Milk’s job to give it to her. 

“I want to worship you.” Milk said, and her tone was dead serious. She placed Love on the ground just before dropping to her knees in front of her. She kissed inside Love’s knees, whispering between them. “You’re perfect, let me worship you, Love. Please.” 

Love’s mind was blank. She never thought she’d be in this situation. So she just nodded, unable to speak. She wasn’t sure she could control her mouth right now. 

Lucky for her, Milk could. 

As soon as Love nodded, her mouth was on the girl. Kissing inside her thighs. Biting. Bruising. Marking her in such a filthy way that Love was already moaning without Milk even touching her directly where she needed. She grabbed Milk’s head, pushing her there. Wearing a skirt was always useful with this girl. 

“Yes?” Milk asked, already pulling the ruined panties down. She blew over Love’s core, making her clench around nothing and groan. “Yes, yes.” Milk said to herself as she kissed over Love’s folds. Her taste was maddening, and Milk was definitely out of her mind by now. All she could think about was Love.

She didn’t hesitate or tease Love. She just drove right on, licking Love open, humming at the amount of sick already gathered there. Love was soaked and desperate, already grinding against Milk’s face. If she didn’t do anything, Love would gladly just use her face and come from that. But not tonight. Tonight, Milk wanted to be the one responsible for making Love leave the Earth and come back. 

She pushed Love’s skirt up, so she could look at her girl. Love was panting, head thrown back at the door. She wasn’t looking at Milk, but she didn’t mind. She just wanted to make her girl happy tonight. 

Grabbing Love’s ass to push her even more against her mouth, Milk began assaulting her. She never knew eating someone out could be so good, but Love was different. Milk was pretty sure she could survive with just this and a glass of water. She licked all over Love’s core, tasting her, testing where she  was more sensible, where made her moan louder. Right now, she didn’t care if anyone heard.

After playing and satisfying herself for a few minutes, Milk decided to be more aggressive. She knew this girl, knew what drove Love crazy. Now was the time to use it. 

Milk herself moaned as she dipped her tongue inside Love’s entrance, feeling her taste and her walls already contracting. Love was already close, probably too turned on to even deal with a few touches. Milk loved her like this. She fucked her with her tongue, exploring everything she could inside. Love’s hips were bucking against her, chasing more, needing it all. Love’s fingernails scrapped Milk’s head and the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of having her like this. 

“Miw…. Milk.. Oh babe.” Love was whining, head moving from side to side. Milk knew what this meant. “You’re so… so good. My baby, perfect, perfect.” 

Love was so close she was losing her mind, speaking nonsense. 

Milk chuckled against her centre, making Love moan a loud fuck from the pressure. She gave a final long lick inside her girlfriend. Then, with all the technique she had learnt during this last year, went on to lick and suck at Love’s clit, making her buck harder. Milk licked around it, used the tip of her tongue to press at the exact spot she knew Love liked the best, sucked and pinned it between her teeth. 

“Milk! Yes, yes, yes, yes.” Love was already shaking. Milk didn’t stop. She never would. “Baby, c-close. More. Please. Oh my- fuck fuck.” Love cried out, finally collapsing against the door, her whole body turning into nothing. She blacked out, only feeling such intense pleasure she was sure nobody could ever give to her. Nobody but Milk. 

Milk, who was still kneeling on the ground, licking Love through it, making her orgasm last longer and soothing the sensitiveness she was feeling. 

Once Love tapped her head, Milk was quick to stand again and comb fingers through red hair.

“You’re amazing, loverrukk.” Milk whispered, kissing her ear.

Love chuckled, still breathless.

“You’re the one who made me see stars…” 

“Stars are nothing, baby.” Milk whispered. Her voice was sinful, but also so romantic. “You’re my sun, making my days brighter every day.”

Love wasn’t sure if her ears were reliable by now. This was too much.

“Oh, Miw!” Her voice was screeching. “I love you. So much. Thank you for everything you’ve done since you got in my life.”

Milk grinned. Her smile was enormous, the kind Love fell in love with months and months ago. 

“I’ll give you much, much more my love.” She said, leaning in for another kiss. Slow, but not less steamy. Love was already gripping her hair again, painfully aware that she was with no panties anymore, so slick was running down her thighs. “Let me give you more.”

“Yes. Please.” Love said, nodding along. She heard Milk chuckle at how desperate she was, but she didn’t mind. All she knew was that she needed Milk again, and again, and again. Forever. All the time. 

Milk grabbed behind her thighs again, and Love thought she was going to be lifted up again. But Milk used that grip to spin Love around and push her, making her trip and fall against the table on the other side of the room. As soon as she hit there, Milk was on her. She wasn’t gentle at all. 

“You’ll take what I give you, right?” She asked, now biting and sucking harder at Love’s neck. Everything she did was so loaded, so good. Love was a putty in her hands. Milk’s hand sneaked to the uniform skirt, pulling it down. “You’re so wet again, already wanting more.”

Love nodded, slipping her hand behind Milk’s neck, keeping her head there, against her skin. 

“I’ll give you more, loverrukk. I’ll give you all you deserve.”

And she did. At the same damn time, which was probably too much. 

One of her hands pushed the crop top up, just enough so she could palm Love’s breast, her nipple already hard and aching to be touched. Milk’s fingers, those long and slender goddamn fingers, scissored around them, making Love gasp and bend forwards, hands propping herself on the table. Milk’s other hand was quick to wrap around her waist, finding its way to her core once again, already circling her clit. 

“Like this, baby. Bend forwards for me. Let me have better  access to this pussy.” Milk was talking so dirty. Love was in awe. It wasn’t the first time since they were dating, but it was somehow the most loaded one. “I want to hear you. I want you to fall apart on my fingers.”

She slipped her fingers inside. 

Love cried out, banging her forehead on the table. She didn’t mind the pain. She didn’t mind the wood digging into her belly. She didn’t mind anything, just Milk. Milk’s fingers inside of her, the way they brushed against her walls as she thrusted in and out, how easy they were sliding, the absolute obscene sounds they were making with her drenched cunt.

Also, Milk’s voice. Whispering. Pushing Love further and further into the void. 

“Can you feel that, loverrukk? How your body begs for me, how you open up so nicely?” Her free hand was groping Love’s breasts, rolling the nipples, scissoring around them, scratching red marks. “You look so desperate, bended over the table while you let me fuck you.” 

Love couldn’t answer. Her brain had melted already. She was all body, no reason at all. She was pushing her ass backwards, meeting Milk’s thrusts. Chasing, chasing, chasing. 

Milk leaned, pressing her front to the back of Love’s body. It felt amazing. Every little contact only made it all better. 

“My perfect girlfriend. Pretty, adorable. But letting me hit it like a dirty slut.” Milk whispered right by Love’s ear. She would blush in any other situation, but now it only drove her closer. Milk’s hand left her breast to rub circles in her clit. “Come for me, baby.”

Love felt like she could go to hell from her greed. Milk was everywhere, but she still wanted more. She pushed back, arched her back, moved her head so she could at least try to kiss or lick her girlfriend’s face. 

“Milk. Milk, Milk, Milk.” She could only recite Milk’s name, lost in lust, lost in pleasure. “Miw…” 

Love came slowly, too much pleasure to be let out in just a few seconds. Her body trembled, and Milk had to use one arm to hold her up and she kept her pace, fucking Love trhgough it. She kept sliding in and out, wanting to prolong Love’s orgasm as long as possible, but now changed to saying sweet things at her ear. 

“You’re everything to me. My babygirl, my special girl. The prettiest one in the world. I’ll do anything for you, Love. You deserve it all.” Milk said lovingly, until Love came back to life in her arms. 

She expected her girlfriend to be spent, with no energy left. But Love turned around in her arms, beautifully messy, and kissed her hard on the mouth. The kiss lasted a few minutes, all tongue and feelings. 

When they separated, Milk whimpered. 

Love stared her directly into the eyes and said. 

“I love you.” 

She kissed Milk again, hands on the sides of her head, making her walk backwards. 

“I love you.” Each time they separated to breathe, Love repeated. “I love you. I love you.”

Milk stumbled against the bed, Love pushed her to fall on it. Once she was down, her girlfriend climbed over her, tossing the crop top on the floor while at it.

“I love you.” Love said again, already attacking Milk’s neck. 

They had a long night to celebrate.

—

Love woke up to too much space on the bed. 

Instead of rolling around for a few minutes- or a lot-, as she usually did, that made her sit up and look around. Where the hell was Milk? 

“What the fuck…” 

She looked around. The room was too small for Milk to be hidden somewhere in there. She looked down, at her very naked and marked body. She and Milk had gone way too crazy last night, more than any other night since they started dating. 

But that wasn’t a problem. 

The fact that her girlfriend wasn’t there on Valentine’s Day morning, after ravishing her all night long, was. 

“Where the fuck is she?” Love asked herself.

She was growing too anxious just waiting there, even if just a few minutes had passed. So she got up and took one of Milk’s big t-shirts from their wardrobe. She also slipped in a pair of shorts, since she didn’t know where she’d end up. Preferably, the same place where Milk was. 

Love stepped out of their bedroom, looking to both sides of the hallway. There wasn’t anyone there- probably because it was too late and most people had already left for some game. It wasn’t Milk’s game, so Love didn’t care much for it. She cared about where the fuck her girlfriend was. 

Walking down the hallway to the bathrooms- Milk could be there, sick because of last night’s drinking or something-, she saw Film standing in front of her door, with the same confused look Love had. 

“Hey.” She approached her friend. Film was also wearing a very oversized t-shirt, but it looked like she had only underwear underneath it. “Did you see Milk pass here?”

Film shook her head.

“No… I’m also looking for Namtan. I woke up and she wasn’t here.” 

Film’s voice was raspy. Love looked at her better. 

“We look the same…” She joked, and Film chuckled along with her.

“No, no, loverrukk. I don’t look as destroyed as you…” Film pointed at her collarbone, and Love was suddenly happy Film couldn’t see the rest of the marks on her body.

“Well, who would’ve guessed we’d end up here.” Love said, suddenly feeling emotional. “Dating best friends, standing together in the hallway after celebrating Valentine’s Day a little too hard.”

Film smiled sweetly at her. Love could see she understood her point. 

“The dating part is depending on where those girls are.” Film raised an eyebrow, looking around, and Love hoped for Namtan’s well being that they were close by. Because of course they were together. 

Indeed they were, because at that exact moment both of the girls barged through the hallway door, laughing and having fun while they carried a gigantic picnic basket. 

“Oh, you’re up!” Namtan said and ran towards Film. The anger in the girl’s gaze melted down immediately, and she opened her arms to welcome her girlfriend in a lovely hug. “Good morning babi, happy Valentine's!" 

Milk walked behind her, not running but just as eager to see her girl. Her smile was bigger than the world, and the marks Love could see on her neck gave her some sense of proud. Milk was hers. And happy to be.

“Hi, loverrukk.” Milk placed the basket on the ground to hug her. “I’m sorry you woke up alone, we wanted to wake you two with a surprise, but you were faster…” Her voice was muffled by Love’s red hair. She wasn’t angry anymore. 

“You two are so stupid.” Film rolled her eyes, and it was obvious to everyone she didn’t mean it. “But luckily, you’re just as romantic.”

“And silly!” Namtan added, poking Film’s ribs.

“Yes, and silly.” Film kissed her girlfriend’s cheek. “And I love silly.”

“Turns out I do too.” Love giggled, still holding Milk.

“We thought about having breakfast together outside. The weather is better today, and we found a bakery with things that look yummy.” Milk said, lifting the basket again. With just one arm. Wow. 

As they sat down on the grass and shared their food, Love could feel her eyes tearing up a little. She was lucky. It even made her feel a bit stupid for complaining about spending Valentine’s Day at the university olympics. Now she was able to spend it with the people she loved the most in this world. Being romantic or platonic love, this was the most filled with love Valentine’s Day she had ever spent. 

—

“You promised I wouldn’t have to do this again…” Milk complained, sitting on the ground of the court. 

Namtan was behind them, responsible for coordinating the crowd. She had found her way out of the annual race, but it meant Milk was going to be the one in charge of the Eagles’ role on it. 

“Ha! You should’ve thought about it sooner, dude. I registered for crowd coordination as soon as they opened a spot.” Namtan said through the safety net. From the way Milk looked at her, it was good that the net was there. Indeed for Namtan’s safety. 

“You’re lucky I can’t hit you on the court.” Milk said, narrowing her eyes at her friend. Then she turned to Love again, her expression back at pouty baby style. “Love, I don’t want to do this. It’s so annoying and boring.”

Love pouted along, brushing her fingers through Milk’s ponytail. She tried getting Milk’s name out of the list, but she did have long legs. It was a bonus for running. 

“I’m sorry baby. It’ll be fast.” She placed a kiss on Milk’s cheek, trying to cheer her up. “I’ll be waiting for you at the end of the line, okay?”

Milk nodded, even if she was still annoyed. She quickly pecked Love’s lips before sighing and getting up to stand in place. She didn’t even bother warming up or stretching. 

Love was also getting up to walk to the finish line, as she promised, when one of the guys from the organization approached her. 

“Excuse me, miss. If you’re not running you have to stay outside the court.” He said, gesturing for her to get out. 

Love panicked for a second. She couldn’t leave. She told Milk she wouldn’t. Also, they had spent the last days breaking their backs to never leave each other’s sides, even during the games. So she couldn’t break this strike for a silly run- that Milk didn’t even want to do. 

She had to think fast.

“I… I’m running!” Love said. It was a lie. She knew it. 

The guy seemed to know too. 

“You’re running?” He asked, looking at her outfit. An Eagles’ jersey- Milk’s jersey, so it was big as fuck, with 96 on the back- and low rise jorts with a shiny belt. Definitely not a running outfit. 

Love nodded, putting on her best bullshit mask. 

“Well.” The guy pointed to the start line. “If you’re really running, you should get ready.” 

Love grinned. Of course he hadn’t bought it. But at least he didn’t expell her. 

The problem was: now Love had to run. 

When she reached the starting line, Milk looked at her, confused. 

“What…?” She was silenced by the judge, whistling. One time, to get ready. Two times, to set. Three times, to go.

And Milk went. Fast as the wind, those long legs working to push her further and further.

Love went right next to her- or tried to. Maybe she was a little bit behind, but she tried to stay close, and it only gave her an amazing view of her girlfriend running- and winning- the race. 

Once they were finally on the finish line, Love crashed behind Milk’s back, completely spent. 

“Love, you’re crazy.” Milk said, chuckling. 

Love could only nod. She was crazy about this girl.

—

Milk’s eyes were disappearing over her smile. It was so bright and teethy, something Love loved very much. She loved everything about Milk. How sweet she was with her, but also how gentle she was with everyone she knew. For a while it was troubling for Love, because her girlfriend was too nice to everyone, too close, too touchy; and she was a jealous cat, as Milk liked to call her. But at some point she learnt that Milk was just too good. Too good of a person. And she wasn’t jealous of it anymore. She was proud. And happy. 

Milk could only make her feel beautiful stuff, just as beautiful as she was. 

Now, she was smiling at everyone that passed in front of her as she waited at the podium. This year, after complaining so much, she had one first place in the race. Maybe it was a little bit because of Love’s presence, pushing her further than ever in her life. Love grinned at her and waved, sitting down inside the court. The organization had given up on expelling her. 

As the winners for each athletics category were announced, Love got her phone out to film Milk receiving the medal. She was her girlfriend’s biggest fan. 

Right after the woman placed the golden medal over Milk’s head, though, she jumped from the highest place on the podium and took it off. Love kept recording, confused with what the girl was doing. 

That’s when she noticed Milk was walking towards her, medal in hand. Love’s own hand dropped to the side, phone still recording, forgotten now. Milk stopped in front of her, grin wide and face sweaty.

“Hi Love.” She slipped the medal over Love’s head, using the momentum to kiss the top of her head, over red hair. “I know you got your own golden medal for cheer, but I want you to have this one too.” She looked at the medal for a second, admiring how good it looked on her girlfriend. Then, Milk stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Love. Her hug was warm and comfortable. “I don’t need this medal. You’re the only prize I need. And you move me, hard enough to conquer anything we decide.”

Love was aware of the tears rolling down her face. It was impossible not to cry with how much she loved this girl. 

“Miw…” She moved back, to look her girlfriend in the face. Milk’s eyes were also red and filling up with tears. “I love you.” Love pecked Milk’s lips, hand brushing her cheek. “You’re the only champion for me.” 

Milk giggled, brushing her nose against Love.

Valentine’s Day had been better than both of them expected, after all.