Kiss me - Deyna Castellanos

                                    

                                          
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"Y/n, watch out!".
You turn just in time to ball flying towards you, ducking at the last second and watching it roll to a stop at Leila's feet, "if you stopped staring, things like that wouldn't happen" she smirks, kicking the ball back to an apologetic looking Kerstin. 
"But where's the fun in that?" you ask, risking one last glance at Deyna.
"One day she's going to find out about your weird little staring habits and ask for a transfer" Vicky pops up from nowhere, "not you too!!" you complain.
"Blame Leila, not me".
"Not fair!".
You ignore the two Spanish players, preferring to take a sip from your water bottle and watch your teammates in the middle of their cool downs or simply enjoying the last moments of training. Your eyes fall on the bag of balls the team has been using, set aside for someone to take away and you suddenly get an idea to stay out a little longer.
What you hadn't noticed was how everyone had started to make their way inside, Leila calling out for you to follow, only for her cries to fall on deaf ears and so the defender eventually gives up and heads inside.
You grab a spare ball and start playing around, juggling it between your feet, kicking it up in the air to practise your touch and getting the ball under control quickly, all things that you could have done at the end of training but were doing now, mainly to avoid Leila.
"Can I join".
A small voice interrupts your thoughts and you look up, coming face to face with the person you'd been trying to avoid, "sure" you smile hesitantly, kicking the ball towards the Venezuelan and watching how effortlessly she starts juggling with it. 
"How did you know I was out here?".
"I was watching" she nods back towards the building, eyes not once leaving her feet, "and how long have you been watching exactly?" you ask as she stops juggling and kicks the ball into her arms, "long enough" she smirks.
The midfielder brushes past you and sets the ball down near the area, "cross bar challenge?".
You don't have to think twice about her invitation, grabbing the bag of spare balls you found and jogging over to her, emptying the bag at your feet and placing your shots on the line. Deyna watches you intently as you calculate how you're going to pull this off before taking a step back and striking the ball, watching it sail straight for the bar.
"Bingo!".
You turn towards Deyna with the biggest grin on your face, "first try, impressive" she says calmly, stepping up and also landing her shot on the metal.
You frown, unsatisfied with your effort now the Venezuelan had made hers, "oh it's on Castellanos".
It goes back and forward between you, both of you making your shots until your even but have unfortunately run out of balls, "so... what do we do now?" you sigh, studying the midfielder, "we could always have a rematch" she suggests.
"Ok, race you".
You're off the mark before Deyna has realised your meaning, your teammate sprinting behind you as you've already started kicking the balls back to the edge of the box.
She catches up quickly and soon there's only one left, eyeing the ball and then Deyna, the two of you in some kind of stand off, you both sprint for it at the same time and end up colliding, the midfielder collapsing on top of you. "Ay Dios mío, I'm sorry i didn't mean..." she rambles but you cut her off, "it's fine Deyna, I'm fine" you smile.
Her body is pressed against yours, neither one of you making any effort to move, your eyes flicking down to her lips and back again, noticing how her eyes are studying your face.
"Kiss me".
"What?".
Deyna looks confused at your sudden wave of confidence but doesn't scramble off of you, "kiss me" you repeat and the midfielder doesn't hesitate again, connecting your lips in a soft kiss as you hands  rest on her hips, pulling her closer. 
When air becomes a problem, she pulls away, resting her forehead on yours, "your staring doesn't bother me" she breathes.
You freeze, "oh god, did you hear what Leila said earlier?" you ask, wishing you could escape if you weren't trapped under the Venezuelan's body, "I did... but I think it's cute, I think you're cute" Deyna smiles.
"I'm going to kill Leila when I see her... wait? You think I'm cute?".
In your bid to plot revenge on the Spaniard you'd missed what Deyna had said, "uh-huh" she nods, "I think you're cute too" you smile, pulling her in for another kiss just as the rain starts to fall.
"Curse the Manchester weather!".
"You better get used to it Castellanos".
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