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Katie felt absolutely knackered. Shutting the hotel door behind her, she dragged herself to the bedside table where her phone charger awaited. It was quiet in the room, but her ears were still ringing from the loud crowd at Stadium Australia. Her phone had died over an hour ago; the sheer number of notifications rolling in had depleted the battery in record time. She knew there were many people she had to reply to, but for now, she enjoyed the silence and contemplated not plugging her phone in at all.
They'd lost their opening game to the Matildas, and although the result wasn't exactly surprising, Katie had hoped they'd win so badly that she hadn't considered how the alternative would feel. The last 24 hours had been unlike anything she'd ever experienced, but the tears in the dressing room dampened any celebrations they had planned for their first World Cup appearance. She was so proud of how they played and reiterated that to the girls post-match, but for now, the team needed some time to rest and reflect so the sting of losing wouldn't hurt as much.
The thought of Cait spurred Katie to charge her phone. They hadn't had a chance to talk much post-match, and the hug they'd shared on the field after the game left her feeling muddled. She was happy for Cait, but her disappointment in the result was all she could hold space for in that moment.
"Hope you know how proud I am of you", Cait whispered in her ear as they hugged, squeezing her hand as she moved on to the next teammate in the line. She knew Katie needed some space to process the loss in what had been an unbelievably close game, so she didn't linger. Katie didn't ever like to lose, and Cait knew the additional pressure she'd placed on herself to make Ireland proud. But seeing Caitlin disappear down the field made Katie's heart leap out of her chest and into her throat. She was proud of Caitlin, too, and was disappointed that she hadn't told her so.
Back in the quiet hotel room, Katie's phone turned on, and the notifications continued to roll in. Checking her messages, she scrolled straight to the only person she wanted to be with right now. There was an unread message from just five minutes ago.
"Hey"
"Where are you?" Katie texted back. Her knee bounced up and down as she stared back at the three little dots on her screen that appeared almost immediately.
"Just got back to the hotel."
"Me too. What is your room number?"
"703"
Katie was up and at the door before she even really considered what she was doing. She imagined the team's wrath if they knew where she was going. But she needed Cait. And she knew Cait probably needed her, too. They had only been dating for two months but had spent most nights together before camp. Sleeping apart had been surprisingly difficult, and she greatly missed the feeling of Cait's body being tucked into her front every night. Plus, with the game finally over, they were no longer enemies. She just wanted to see her girl.
Waiting for the lift to go down to the lobby, Katie prayed no one from the Ireland camp would see her leaving. Security was stationed near the entrance doors, but she could tell them she was off to the hotel across the road to visit family. It would be harder to use the lie on her teammates because they knew her family were just down the hall.
Outside, the air was chilly. Katie was only wearing Ireland tracksuit pants and a short-sleeved t-shirt; her zip-up jacket abandoned on her bed upstairs. Katie was surprised at how busy the streets still were. It was past midnight, but groups of Matildas fans were out enjoying the victory. Katie probably should have changed before she came over, but she was in such a rush she hadn't thought about the attention her uniform might bring. Once inside the lobby, she approached the lifts with her head down. She tried to look proper inconspicuous; the last thing she needed was someone taking a picture of her going to an Australian player's hotel room after the defeat. As the lift doors opened, Katie pressed the 7th-floor button. But it wouldn't work, and she realised she probably needed a hotel room keycard to make the lift ascend. Fuck.
"Hold the lift, please!" someone shouted out. Katie panicked as the figure appeared just as the doors were shutting. She shot out her hand to stop them from closing, and a familiar brunette entered the lift and stood next to her.
"Katie?" Sam Kerr asked, not expecting to see the Ireland captain in her hotel.
"Hi," Katie whispered, wanting the ground to swallow her whole. Sam's eyes were wide as she stared back at Katie, not quite knowing how to react. She knew the tournament organisers would not have put the two teams in the same hotel post-match. This only meant one thing, and Sam was trying not to cackle at the absurdity of the situation.
Sam scanned her room keycard, and the lift doors closed. It was quiet, and Katie could only imagine how red her cheeks were. Sam had a shit-eating grin on her face, loving every second of this encounter.
"Good game! It looked pretty tough out there," Sam smirked. She knew what Katie was doing here, and she couldn't wait to text Kristie about it—she'd die.
"It was pretty full on, eh? How's your calf?" Katie replied. Would Caitlin care that Sam had seen her? They were yet to tell many people about their new relationship; did Sam even know?
"Should be fine in a few days; I have the biggest calves in the WSL, so not surprising, is it?" Sam joked, trying to ease the tension that was so evident on Katie's face. Katie relaxed against the mirrored wall. Sam was one of Cait's best mates. They had an interesting relationship that spanned nearly 15 years - from friends to first loves to bitter exes and back to best friends again. They combined on the field like no other pairing in the national teams. It was as if they became one individual when playing or rather extensions of each other, so in sync.
"No one knows m'here", Katie explained, feeling like she had to reference how odd the situation was. Plus, she really didn't want this info getting out, and she could tell Sam was bursting at the seams to tell just about anyone who would listen.
"I can imagine", Sam replied, now she really was stifling a laugh. Katie rolled her eyes, a smirk appearing in the corner of her mouth. Sam knew that Caitlin and Katie had started seeing each other recently; in fact, she had helped Caitlin draft a long text response in which she revealed her feelings. But Katie didn't know that. And Sam was enjoying the way Katie McCabe, Ireland Captain (and absolute menace) was so uncharacteristically shy right now.
The lift doors opened, and Sam and Katie stepped out together. Sam pointed to a door at the end of the hallway, and Katie smiled at her in thanks. She could hear muffled conversations and the faint hum of music behind some of the doors as she walked down the hallway. They were celebrating their win, great. For a second, Katie wondered what the fuck she was doing there, behind enemy lines in the Matilda's hotel. She didn't have time to think too hard about it, though, as she was outside room 703 and knocking on the door. It swung open as if Caitlin had been waiting behind it. Katie tumbled in, her legs almost buckling as the day's events finally caught up to her.
Caitlin's arms found Katie's waist, and she tucked her chin over her right shoulder and stepped back against the closed door. Their bodies melted together, and Katie let out a slight whimper at the feeling of Caitlin's chest flush against her own as her lips danced across Katie's neck.
"Want to kiss you" Katie sighed, two hands cupping Caitlin's face and bringing their lips together at last. The kiss was messy, both refusing to relinquish control. Katie wondered if they were still in rivalry mode despite the game finishing a few hours ago. Caitlin moved onto her tiptoes in an attempt to be taller than Katie, as if it would give her the edge in the kiss. In doing so, her body dragged upwards against Katie's and Caitlin groaned.
"Shower with me?" Caitlin mumbled against Katie's lips, pulling her into the bathroom. Katie was dazed; she felt ridiculously needy and would follow Caitlin anywhere - shower definitely included. The girls stood opposite one another, sizing each other up. Caitlin pulled her t-shirt over her head, and Katie couldn't stop herself from looking down at her chest, which was covered by less fabric than she would have expected. She was surprised that Caitlin wasn't wearing a sports bra, opting instead for a skimpy bralette. Before Katie could really even take in the view, Caitlin was unclasping it and bending down to slip off her pants.
Katie returned suit, stripping down at record speed. Caitlin smirked at the eagerness and disappeared into the shower to get the water heated up. Katie was right behind her, glancing down at Cait's bare arse and legs. She was so toned and tanned, and Katie reached out to thumb the two dimples that sat at the bottom of her spine, dragging her body back into Katie's front.
"Never get tired of looking at you," Katie said into Caitlin's ear, making Caitlin shiver. They were both under the water now, relishing the warmth on their sore muscles. Caitlin laid her head back on Katie's shoulder; she had missed this so much.
Being apart has been challenging; seeing Katie for the first time in five weeks at the game tonight was torturous. She wanted to grab her and kiss her, but she had to settle for a quick handshake. They couldn't even smile at each other in the lineup - game faces firmly on. There had been a few moments in the game where they naturally gravitated together even when the ball wasn't close by. Caitlin had always felt the pull of Katie, even when they were just friends over the years. She couldn't quite explain it; just knew her body wanted to be close.
Katie's hands were roaming upwards from Caitlin's hips, finding the curve of her waist and ribs. Touching higher until her fingertips ghosted over Caitlin's hard nipples, Katie walked them forward until Caitlin's front pressed against the shower wall. She was caged in with Katie behind her, and she yelped at how cold the tiles felt against her body. Her nipples ached at the temperature change, and she pressed back against Katie's front to get some relief.
"Missed you so much", Katie murmured. And she really had. She'd done long distance before, but this relationship was different. Maybe it was because they were still so fresh, still in the honeymoon phase. But Katie's feelings towards Cait were so strong; she'd never felt that way before, and it physically ached to be apart.
"Missed you too, lots and lots", Caitlin replied. She was trying to keep her nipples from touching the cold tile, something Katie noticed and quickly rectified. With a push of her hips, Caitlin's body was again flush with the shower wall, and she groaned. She loved the feeling of Katie up against her back. And with nowhere for her to go in front, it felt like Katie was everywhere, attacking her senses. She'd thought about what this moment would be like for weeks.
Katie knew Caitlin was starting to squirm under the attention, and she felt a rush of satisfaction knowing she was in control. Despite her best efforts, she was still harbouring some frustration at the game result, not at Caitlin per se, but it didn't help that she played a big part in their ultimate demise. Katie knew it was twisted, but she wasn't used to the power dynamic swaying so heavily in Caitlin's favour. Most of all, she wanted to hear Caitlin beg for Katie to make her feel good. Katie had yet to decide if she would let her get there, though.
Pushing Caitlin's legs apart with her foot, Katie moved her thigh up and against Caitlin's core. Caitlin attempted to rock her hips, a loud whine escaping her lips. Katie moved her hands down to Caitlin's hips and slowly dragged her up and down her thigh. The pace was excruciatingly slow, but her firm grip prevented Caitlin from speeding up. Caitlin slumped forward and pressed her forehead to the tiled wall.
"Fuck Katie."
Katie smiled. Caitlin always fell apart so easily under her hands. For someone with such a hard exterior, she was like putty whenever Katie touched her. And the sounds she was making were driving Katie mad. Her plan was to get Caitlin so worked up but then stop before she could finish. Yes, it was immature, but it was the reason Katie felt fine facing her so soon after the loss. She'd mulled it over on the team bus and felt confident in her plan. Katie wanted Caitlin to feel as disappointed and frustrated as she felt after the game, knowing it would only be temporary. She'd make up for it in the morning. But now, being here in the moment, with their naked bodies pressed together so tight, Katie didn't think she'd be able to resist whatever Cait begged for.
Subconsciously, Katie's pace had quickened, and Caitlin was rutting faster on her leg. Katie lifted Caitlin's hips up and off her thigh just as Caitlin was beginning to shake.
"No, stop." Caitlin cried out, trying to drop her hips back down. Katie removed her leg and stepped away from Caitlin, back under the stream of warm water.
"Okay I'll stop", Katie smiled, knowing this was not at all what Caitlin had meant.
Caitlin spun around, and Katie groaned at the way she looked in front of her. Her cheeks were flushed a dark red, her mouth hanging open in shock, and her eyes were almost black; she narrowed them at Katie as she stepped towards her.
"What are you doing?" Caitlin asked suspiciously. It was not like Katie to back down from an intimate moment. Katie had the highest sex drive of anyone she'd ever been with. Caitlin only needed to touch her thigh or bite her lip to get Katie started. This was something new, and Caitlin was beginning to feel very frustrated.
"You told me to stop," Katie countered, enjoying the desperation Caitlin was showing as she rocked from side to side, legs firmly squeezed together, trying to maintain some pressure against her clit.
"You know what I meant. I wanted you to stop pulling away; I obviously wanted to keep going," Caitlin replied. Katie felt her heart pulse and her stomach tighten at the sight of her poor girl. Caitlin was standing out of the shower's spray, goosebumps covering her skin and her bottom lip jutting out in protest. Her body was shaking slightly; Katie didn't know if she was just cold or overstimulated.
"Well, you need to use your words better". Katie smiled, urging Caitlin to step forward and into her arms.
"Please"
"Please what, Caitlin?"
"Touch me"
"Touch you where?" Katie was being purposefully daft, wanting Caitlin to get even more worked up than she already was. The satisfaction was growing in her stomach; she liked this type of game.
Caitlin was growing frustrated and grabbed Katie's hand in her own. Dragging it down between their bodies and guiding a finger towards her clit.
"Touch me here, please, Katie," she said. Caitlin knew Katie loved it when she said her name during these types of activities. She used to joke that Katie was properly in love with herself to react so hungrily to her own name, but now she realises that Katie just loved the reminder that she was good at making Caitlin feel good.
Katie nearly fell apart at just how wet Caitlin was. Her mouth started to water, and she couldn't help the full-body tremor that made their bodies crash back together. Caitlin was moaning as Katie's hands were moving, slipping between her folds and circling back up on her clit. It had really been a long time since they'd done this. And, of course, they'd had phone sex at points during the camp, but nothing felt as good as the real thing.
Latching her mouth to Caitlin's neck, she sucked hard as her finger entered Caitlin for the first time. Starting to pump faster, she could feel her own wetness pooling in between her legs as she watched Cait closely. Her clit was aching, and she thought about asking Caitlin to touch her too. But she wanted to remain as level-headed as she could if she was going to go with her original plan.
Caitlin was making the dirtiest noises, her cheek resting on Katie's shoulder, her body slumped forward against her girlfriends. The noises echoed loudly in the bathroom. Katie wondered if they were making too much noise, given that her teammates were likely stationed in rooms on either side of hers. But the thought of them knowing that she could make Caitlin feel this good was a turn-on, especially after her pride had taken a hit today.
"I'm close", Caitlin panted. And Katie immediately removed her hand.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Caitlin groaned out in disbelief. She had now been edged twice to her orgasm, just falling short both times. She couldn't hide her frustration anymore, and she had started to put two and two together, glaring up at Katie.
As Katie stared into Caitlin's eyes, she started to feel guilty. What was she doing? Was this even making her feel any better about the result today? It was the first time in weeks they could have sex, and she was sabotaging it.
"Are you trying to punish me because of the game result?" Caitlin asked Katie, searching her eyes for any reaction to her questioning. Katie didn't know what to do and just stared back, shocked she'd cottoned on to her plan. And hearing Caitlin say it out loud, she felt deep shame at how ridiculous the idea was.
"I'm sorry that you lost. I really am. But I won. And you should be happy for me as my girlfriend." Caitlin countered. Now, she was annoyed more than sexually frustrated and in disbelief that Katie would react like this. Winning the World Cup wasn't just Katie's dream; she was being incredibly selfish. Caitlin moved towards the shower taps and turned them both off. Leaving the shower and Katie behind, she angrily stomped towards the bedroom.
Katie wanted to cry. How had she fucked this up so badly? She felt like the worst girlfriend in the world. Of course, she should be celebrating Caitlin's victory instead of focusing on her own defeat. And why was she trying to get even with Cait anyway? That was never a part of their relationship. Old habits die hard.
"Cait, please. I'm sorry. You're right," Katie said, following after Caitlin and grabbing her arm. Spinning her into her chest, Katie cradled Caitlin's face.
"I'm so proud of you. So so proud. I don't know what I was doing in there, I thought it would make me feel better or something. But it's made me feel like shit." Katie cried. Bringing Cait's lips to her own, she kissed her with as much passion as she could muster, eager to show her that she was so in love and so happy to be her girlfriend, so impressed with how she played today, so excited to see her get recognition on the world stage as she deserved. Caitlin sighed against her and aligned their bodies close together once more. Deepening the kiss, the energy in the room immediately shifted back to how it was when they first got in the shower. Katie knew Caitlin had forgiven her.
Katie let Caitlin push her backwards towards the bed, her knees hitting the end and forcing her to sit. Caitlin climbed on top of her, straddling her with her legs on either side of her hips. The kiss was frantic again, and Katie finally let herself get lost in the feeling, revelling in how good she felt with Caitlin grinding on top of her. Caitlin was rocking her hips slowly, and Katie groaned at the feeling from below. Tearing away from the kiss, Katie bent her head down to kiss Caitlin's chest. Grabbing one breast in her hand, she led Caitlin's hard nipple to her mouth, sucking gently and flicking it with her tongue. She tasted like her vanilla body wash, and Katie lapped at the nub with fervour.
Katie suddenly leaned back on the bed, bringing Caitlin with her as they moved from sitting to lying down. Katie grabbed Caitlin's waist and started to pull her body up and over her own, desperately wanting to taste Caitlin's core. Now hovering over Katie's face, Caitlin felt like her body was on fire. She loved this position, loved the way Katie eagerly lapped up her wetness and grabbed at her arse. Quickly lowering herself down to Katie's mouth, she groaned when Katie's tongue took a swipe from bottom to top.
Knowing how close to orgasm Caitlin was, Katie expected that it wouldn't take long to bring her over the edge. She ate Caitlin out messily, wanting to lick and taste every inch of her skin. Caitlin was totally out of it, a moaning mess above her. She slumped forward onto her hands and rocked against Katie's mouth. She expected Lani and Macca on either side of her room would definitely know that Katie was visiting, but she couldn't be quiet. It was worth the heckling she'd face in the morning at breakfast, too turned on to care. Quickly, she approached her orgasm, and this time, Katie wasn't stopping. Katie had her hands on Caitlin's arse and slowly spread her apart. The cool air hitting her wet core, combined with the tongue lapping at her clit, was enough to send Caitlin over the edge.
When Caitlin rolled off Katie and lay panting on the bed beside her, all she could think about was returning the favour. Turning to her side to face Katie, she couldn't hide her smile at Katie's expression. She was staring at Cait like she wanted to go again, and Caitlin knew how much going down on her turned Katie on. Before Katie could pull her back to her mouth, Caitlin rolled on top to take control.
"My turn", Caitlin smiled. Rising onto her forearms above Katie and sucking red splotches into her skin as she moved down her body. She paid particular attention to Katie's chest, grabbing both breasts and rolling them in her hands. Katie groaned and arched up into her touch. Her breasts were smaller than most, and growing up, she'd felt insecure in that fact. Her ex-girlfriend pointed it out when they first started dating and would frequently make jokes about it. When Caitlin and Katie had first slept together, Katie was nervous about her reaction. But Caitlin had made her feel so wanted, holding them tenderly and murmuring over and over that they were perfect between kisses. She hadn't felt insecure since.
Sucking Katie's nipple into her mouth, Caitlin hummed at the feeling on her tongue. Katie's body was unreal, and Caitlin still couldn't believe that she got to do these things with Katie now. Grabbing hold of her breast, she used Katie's nipple to trace the outline of her lips, staring up into Katie's eyes as she did so. The dragging sensation sent waves of pleasure straight to Katie's lower stomach, but it was the eye contact that made Katie cry out in pleasure.
Caitlin moved down her body entirely and slid off the bed to sit in between Katie's legs. She hooked her hands under Katie's thighs and dragged her to the edge of the bed, closer to her mouth. Cait could feel the heat radiating off of Katie's body and gently pushed her legs apart. She couldn't help but groan at the sight of Katie, pink and wet and inviting. Katie had propped herself up on her forearms and was watching Cait as she kissed up her thighs. She couldn't believe she was prepared not to do this, to prove a stupid point. When she felt Caitlin's tongue on her clit, she fell back and closed her eyes, hands grabbing at Caitlin's wet hair.
The first time Caitlin had gone down on Katie, Katie had cried afterwards. Not because it was a bad experience, but because it was quite the opposite, actually. She'd never orgasmed so hard in her life, the experience absolutely shocking her. Caitlin was skilled at it (a fact Katie tried not to read into too much) and knew every trick in the book to get her squirming with delight. Caitlin circled Katie's clit with her tongue, the consistent rhythm already getting Katie close to orgasm. She slipped a finger inside her and quickly removed it again, playing just at the entrance, knowing the nerve endings there were most sensitive. She could feel Katie tightening around her finger, and she pushed it deeper and curved it slightly upwards, tapping at her front wall.
"Oh god Cait", Katie groaned out. Her body was shaking, and she couldn't quite get a full breath in. Cait's tongue was relentless against her clit, and the pressure building in her lower stomach was becoming all too much. Katie's ears started to ring for the second time today, and she pushed Caitlin's head harder into her core. Caitlin's moans vibrated on her clit, and Katie was seeing stars.
When Katie was finished, Caitlin got to her feet and crawled back up Katie's body. Lying down flush against her, Caitlin kissed Katie slowly. Katie could taste herself, but she didn't mind, knowing it was a big turn-on for her girlfriend. Their kiss was sloppy; both girls were overly tired now and really should be going to sleep.
"Our whoop bands are going to give us away you know", Cait joked. The staff would likely see their registered cardio session in the morning.
"I'm going to be in trouble if I don't get 8 hours of sleep", Katie laughed. Caitlin got up to grab some pyjamas to wear to bed. She grabbed one of her old Matilda's training t-shirts that she had worn so frequently it was now buttery soft, and turned to Katie with a smile on her face.
"No I'm not wearing it", Katie grumbled, already putting two and two together.
"Come on, babe, it's my softest one. You'll be so comfortable", Caitlin grinned. She knew Katie would absolutely hate this, given the events of the night, and she usually wouldn't dare suggest it. But the crap Katie pulled earlier still lingered in her mind, so she didn't back down. She would get the last laugh.
The glare Katie gave Caitlin was deadly, but she reached for the t-shirt before she could start another fight. As she slipped it over her head, Caitlin could see the small smile on Katie's face, partially hidden by the soft cotton fabric, as if she didn't want anyone to see how much she enjoyed it. Katie secretly loved wearing Cait's old Matilda's clothes. Her chest filled with pride at her girlfriend's achievements in the national team. Tomorrow, she would be back wearing her dark green Ireland uniform, but for now, she settled into her girlfriend's arms and fell asleep, wearing green and gold.