(+18) Leah Williamson

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Leah Williamson had never been to a hockey game before.

Well, not until she met Y/n.

Now, here she was–front row in a bitingly cold Boston arena, sitting stiff-backed on a plastic seat that vibrated slightly from the sheer volume of the game, bundled in one of Y/n's oversized navy and white hoodies she had stolen from the girl's wardrobe.

She had a thoroughly annotated rulebook lying open on her lap, highlighted, tabbed, and scribbled in, because, of course, she had one. How else would she be able to understand the game?

Leah had just flipped to the "Minor Penalties" section when, with a loud whistle and a collective groan from the whole crowd, one of the referees raised her arm.

Again.

Leah didn't even have to look at the Jumbatron. Her eyes moved to the ice, already knowing exactly which jersey number was being called.

Y/n.

Her girlfriend, aggressive, fast and annoyingly good, was skating toward the penalty box, tossing her stick onto the ice angrily.

The pure fury in her eyes wasn't new to Leah–it was the same look she got when she lost her phone for the fifth time that week or burned her toast and blamed the toaster.

Y/n was a hockey player for the Professional Women's Hockey League in Boston. She was aggressive, fast and technical–and sometimes, a little too physical while playing.

"What do you mean elbowing?" Y/n yelled at the ref as she passed her. "She was the one who launched her rib into my arm–that's fucking different!"

Her voice echoed off the walls of the rink. She was still muttering under her breath in what might have been a mix of bad words and growling when she slammed herself onto the penalty bench, arms crossed.

Y/N was on that bench again–she had spent more time in the penalty box this period than on the ice.

Leah just sighed, holding the bridge of her nose. She didn't even flinch when Y/n ripped her helmet off and nearly chucked it at the floor.

Next to her, one of the other players' girlfriends, wearing a bright blue Boston Fleet beanie, leaned over.

"You're taking this surprisingly well," she said, sipping from a thermos. "When I saw one of Andrea's first games, I thought she was going to leave in an ambulance–I had to take a break in the bathroom."

Leah cracked a small smile. "Oh, I'm not worried about her getting hurt," she said. "I'm more nervous she's going to hurt someone else."

The girl laughed, just as Leah reached up and tapped the glass in front of the penalty box.

Y/n turned her head and spotted her girlfriend in the front row, hoodie hood half-up, eyes sparkling behind her smug expression.

Leah lifted three fingers slowly.

"Really?" she mouthed through the glass. "Three times? Want me to start keeping score?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, ignoring Leah.

She turned away, arms crossed, boots tapping furiously against the floor of the box. But Leah caught the way her jaw twitched, how her lips threatened to curl up at the corners. She was trying not to smile.

Good.

Just thirty-four seconds left. Not that Leah was counting.

..

Y/n stormed into the hallway. Her hair was soaked from the post-match shower, still dripping down the back of her neck, and her duffle bag thudded against her hip with each furious step.

"That ref was a fucking–"

"Section 67, Rule 3," Leah cut in smoothly, not looking up from the book in her hands. "Cursing out an official is a minor penalty."

Y/n glared. Leah smiled.

Y/n stopped in her tracks, stared at her, jaw slightly unhinged. "Are you actually quoting the rulebook at me right now?"

"You know I am," Leah replied sweetly, finally looking up with a smug, innocent smile. "You gave me the book. You can't get mad when I use it."

"I gave you that book for studying purposes, not to throw it back in my face every time I do something... unintentionally!"

"Four penalties," Leah raised her eyebrows. "Are we sure they were all unintentional?"

"Don't patronise me," Y/n said impantiantly

"I'm not pat–"

"I got put in the box four times, Leah! Four! And I didn't even play the full game!" Y/n interrupted her, dropping her bag with a loud thud and pointing at herself dramatically.

"I know," Leah said, perfectly serene. "I was there. Front row. Freezing my ass off, mind you."

Y/n let out a loud groan, raking her fingers through her damp hair as she started pacing. "They were all bullshit calls. That last one? Saying I hit her leg with my stick? I wasn't even looking at her! I was protecting the puck!"

"Ah, yes," Leah said, tilting her head. "Because whacking someone's shin with a hockey stick It's a complete clean way to play."

"You weren't there!"

"I was literally there."

"Yeah, but not in it. Hockey is more physical than football, you don't get it!" Y/n huffed, storming ahead, leaving Leah a few steps behind

Leah sighed, pressing her lips together. She recognised this version of Y/n. It wasn't just about the box time–it never really was. Y/n could handle getting sent to the penalty box. Hell, sometimes she liked it. No, this wasn't about penalties.

This was about losing

"You are a little angry," Leah said carefully, as if stating a fact.

"I hate hockey," Y/n declared, throwing her arms in the air. "I hate the refs. I hate the cold. I hate the box. I hate–"

"No, you don't."

"I do!" she insisted, volume rising with each word. "It's a stupid sport! And all I do is try–like actually try to play clean, and we still lose to fucking Minnesota?!"

There it was. The real burn. The real reason.

Y/n's shoulders were shaking slightly, her face flushed, her brows drawn so tightly together that Leah was scared she might burst a vein.

Leah caught up, her footsteps echoing softly on the concrete.

"No," Leah murmured, as she stepped closer, sliding her arms around Y/n's waist and tugging her gently in. "You don't hate hockey. You're just frustrated."

Y/n didn't fight it. She sank into Leah's body like it was instinct. Her forehead pressed against Leah's collarbone, and she exhaled one long, tired sigh.

"It's not fair," she muttered, voice muffled by Leah's hoodie. "We trained our asses off for this game, we came up with a plan, I actually tried to keep my cool and we still lost."

Leah ran a soothing hand up and down her back. "I know, baby."

Y/n grumbled again, arms wrapping tightly around Leah. "It's not even the penalties, I don't care about that...okay, maybe a little–but I hate sitting there in the box while everything goes to shit. Everyone's watching me like I fucked the game. Like I let us lose."

"You didn't," Leah said firmly. "You didn't let anyone down. You played your heart out. And anyone watching that game knows it."

"But it's not enough!" Y/n practically yelled, pulling back just enough to look at Leah. Her eyes were glassy now, frustration mixing with anger, sadness and guilt. "What's the point of doing this? This is like... the second game we lost."

Leah cupped her face gently, brushing a thumb under her jaw. "The point is you gave everything in you. The point is you showed up, even when the calls were bullshit and your temper was boiling."

"Sometimes teams go throught bad seasons, it's normal," she continued. "Expected even. Especiallyin a competitive league like yours."

Y/n sniffed, trying to pretend she wasn't crying, she wiped her face on the sleeve of Leah's hoodie. "I hate that you always know what to say."

"I know," Leah said softly. "It's part of my charm."

Y/n let out a half-laugh. "I'm still mad."

"You can be mad."

"I'm gonna be insufferable for the rest of the night."

"I expect nothing less."

Y/n looked at her for a long second, eyes tired but soft. "You still love me?"

"Of course I do," Leah whispered. "Even when you were the first one to initiate a fist fight in the history of the league."

Y/n groaned. "I think I have an anger problem."

Leah grinned and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Good thing you've got a girlfriend who knows exactly how to calm you down.

"I'm very lucky" Y/n smiled, melting fully into her again.

By the time they made it out to the nearly empty parking lot, Y/n had burned off just enough steam to stop ranting aloud...but her silent fuming might have been even louder.

She stomped ahead toward her car, keys already in hand, her wet hair sticking to her neck, hoodie sleeves pushed halfway up.

Leah trailed a few steps behind, arms folded, watching the show unfold. Poor thing- she really thought she was going to be the one driving.

Y/n clicked the unlock button and went straight for the driver's side, tugging the door open.

"Nope," Leah said flatly.

Y/n blinked at her over the roof of the car. "What?"

"You're not driving."

"I am driving," Y/n said, like Leah had personally insulted her. "It's my car."

Leah raised one eyebrow and walked slowly toward her, hand outstretched. "Keys."

Y/n scoffed. "Leah. I can drive a car, thank you very much."

"I didn't say you couldn't. I'm saying you shouldn't. You're way too angry."

"I'm not–" Y/n started, then stopped herself. Her nostrils were literally flaring. "Okay, I'm a little angry. But I can drive!"

Leah didn't budge. She just stood there, palm open, face blank, waiting.

Y/n narrowed her eyes. "Are you serious?"

"Deadly."

There was a long pause. A car passed by with a crunch of snow under the tires. 

Y/n looked at Leah. Looked at the keys. Looked back at Leah.

Then, with the world's most dramatic groan, she slapped the keys into Leah's hand.

She stomped around to the passenger side and threw herself into the seat. Arms crossed, jaw clenched, and out fully engaged.

Leah slid into the driver's seat, quiet for a second as she adjusted it.

"You have the opportunity," she said casually, "to be a full passenger princess. You can eat in the car. Choose the music. Control the temperature. And you're still pouting."

"I wanted to drive," Y/n muttered without looking at her.

Leah smirked, glancing over. "I was afraid you might spot someone from the Minnesota team and try to run them over."

Y/n gasped. "I would never!"

Leah didn't say anything, just raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, maybe if it were one of the refs," Y/n added after a pause, tone completely serious.

Leah blinked. "Right. Cool. Now I'm officially concerned."

Y/n leaned her head back against the seat with a sigh, arms still folded. "I'm just mad. We lost. I don't like losing. Especially not to them."

"I know," Leah said, soft again now. She started the engine, heat flooding through the vents. "Let's get you home, get you in a hot shower, and see if we can wash off whatever foul mood you're currently in."

Y/n grunted.

Leah glanced at her, reached over, and grabbed her hand gently, lacing their fingers together. "You can pick our dinner"

"...I want fries."

"We're stopping for fries."

Y/n was quiet for a moment.

"...Can I also get a milkshake?"

Leah smiled. "Now that's the passenger princess spirit."

The car ride was mostly quiet–save for the occasional crunch of fries and the occasional muttered "bullshit" from Y/n as she relived the game in angry fragmented.

Leah let her get it out, throwing in a few well-timed nods and one "Yeah, that ref clearly hadn't read Section 52, Rule 7", which earned her a rude pinch to her arm.

By the time they pulled into Y/n's driveway, the anger wasn't sharp anymore, just dull, heavy, and annoying.

Leah unlocked the door with the spare key, stepping into the warm, familiar space like it was hers–because for the past few days, it kind of had been.

Her coat went on the same hook, her trainers lined up neatly next to Y/N's. And her suitcase sat in the corner by the stairs, exactly where Y/n had left it when Leah arrived earlier that week.

It was small. Compact. The kind of suitcase you pack when you know you're only staying a few days.

Y/n's eyes landed on it, and the weight in her chest shifted. Heavier. A little more real.

Just four more days. Then Leah would be back on a flight to London. Back to club duties. Back to FaceTime and time zones and waiting for off-seasons.

Leah noticed the pause, her gaze following Y/n's to the suitcase.

She didn't say anything. She didn't have to.

Instead, she stepped behind Y/n, wrapping her arms around her from behind, nose brushing against the side of her neck.

"Shower," she mumbled softly. "You stink."

Y/n leaned back into her a little, letting herself sink. "I don't want you to leave."

"I won't. Not tonight"

They stood there for a moment longer, still wearing their snow coats. Just holding onto something solid. Something that wouldn't be there next week.

Then Leah pulled back, nudging her up the stairs with a gentle tap. "Go. Shower. And don't punch the shampoo bottles."

"No promises."

"I'll be right behind you, just need to get a glass of water."

Y/n stepped into the steaming shower stall and let the hot water wash away the last of her frustration.

For the first time in hours, she felt the tension in her shoulder alleviating.

Suddenly, the curtain slid back and Leah slipped in beside her. Y/n opened her eyes, watching her soft, naked body. Leah's hair was a little wet from the snow, which had started to melt.

"Too good to let you have all the warmth," Leah murmured, stepping closer so that her arm rested lightly along Y/n's back. She tilted the handheld shower head toward them both, letting the water cascade over Leah.

Leah reached a hand up, brushing Y/n's wet hair away from her face, thumb tracing along her cheek. "You okay?" she asked, voice gentle over the hiss of water.

"Yeah," Y/n whispered, leaning back into her. "Much better."

Leah pressed a slow kiss to Y/n's temple, then to her shoulder, warm droplets sliding over their skin. "Let me," she said, taking the shampoo bottle from Y/n's grasp and squeezing a dollop into her palm.

Her fingers worked through Y/n's hair with careful tenderness, as if she were smoothing the girl out.

Y/n's arms slid around Leah's waist. "I love you," she said softly, water sliding off her lips.

Leah smiled, pressing her forehead to Y/n's. "I love yo,u too," she answered.

Then she wrapped her free arm around Y/n and rested her head against her shoulder, letting them both stand quietly under the warm spray.

Later, back in the bedroom, Y/n tugged a soft T‑shirt over her damp hair and wriggled into her pyjama shorts. Steam still curled off her skin as she watched Leah pull on a pair of worn-in joggers. Her joggers.

Y/n slipped into Leah's arms before her T‑shirt was even fully on. "Come here," she murmured, pressing a kiss to Leah's collarbone.

Leah caught her wrists gently. "Not tonight, love," she said softly, though a playful glint still flickered in her eyes.

Y/n huffed, shoulders rising. "Seriously? We just got out of the shower–"

"I know," Leah interrupted, brushing a finger down Y/n's jaw. "But come on." She paused, letting Y/n look into her eyes. "You. Are. Exhausted."

Y/n pushed at Leah's chest, trying to break free of the affectionate hold. "I'm not that tired," she insisted, though her words came out slower than she meant. "I just... want you."

Leah's expression softened. She leaned in, pressing a quick, gentle kiss to Y/n's lips. "I want you too," she whispered, "but rest is just as important. Tomorrow, I promise."

Y/n crossed her arms, stubborn as ever. "You're making me go to bed mad."

Leah chuckled, stepping closer until Y/n's back was against the wall. "Can't be mad when you're yawning mid‑complaint." She smoothed a hand over Y/n's hair. "Let me tuck you in."

Y/n blinked...her fight gone as quickly as it had flared. "Okay... fine."

Leah gathered her into a soft hug and guided her to the bed. As Y/n settled under the covers, Leah kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, stubborn girl."

"Goodnight," Y/n mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut.

Leah switched off the light and stayed beside her until the steady rhythm of Y/n's breathing told her she'd finally fallen asleep. It didn't take long, Y/n was really worn out, she just hadn't realised it before.

..

The morning light seeped through the blinds, gently brushing across the room. Leah was tangled in the sheets, her face nestled into the pillow, the warmth of sleep still wrapped around her. But she wasn't going to get to stay in that peaceful slumber for long.

Y/n was fully aware of the quiet peace in the room, she couldn't help but take advantage of the moment.

She leaned over Leah's sleeping form, pressing soft kisses against her cheek, her neck, and then down to her shoulder, trailing a slow, teasing path.

"Mmm..." Leah murmured in her sleep, instinctively shrugging away from the intrusion. But Y/n wasn't having it. She kept pressing soft kisses to the exposed skin, determined to get what she wanted.

Leah groaned, pushing her face into the pillow and mumbling, "Five more minutes, love..." Her voice was thick with sleep, the promise of rest still tugging at her.

Y/n ignored her.

She moved to Leah's neck, kissing the sensitive spot just below her ear.

"But you promised," Y/n whispered, her lips lingering against Leah's skin. "You said we could have sex today..."

Leah groggily blinked her eyes open, barely catching the words. She squinted at Y/n, the corners of her lips twitching upward.

"Did I?" she mumbled, voice thick with amusement.

Y/n's lips curled into a playful grin, not giving up the chase. She slid her body closer to Leah's, gently brushing her hand over her bare ribs.

"You did," she confirmed, her voice dripping with teasing sweetness. "You said, 'Tomorrow, baby,' remember?"

Leah opened one eye just enough to catch Y/n's gaze, the spark of mischief already in the girl's eyes. She shifted in the bed, resting on one elbow and giving Y/n a half-smile.

"You're persistent, I'll give you that."

Y/n leaned closer, her lips brushing against Leah's ear, her breath warm against her skin. "Please?" she whispered softly.

Leah let out a dramatic sigh, finally pushing herself up against the headboard, her arm pulling Y/n into her.

She looked at her with a mixture of exhaustion and affection.

"Alright, alright," she murmured, her voice low and teasing. "What do you have in mind, then?"

A satisfied smile spread across Y/n's face. She moved her lips down to Leah's collarbone, nipping lightly at the skin before slowly pulling away to meet her gaze.

"I want to taste you," she whispered, voice heavy with desire, her breath catching in anticipation.

Leah's eyes fluttered as she processed the words, her lips curling into a knowing grin.

"Consider it breakfast, then," she said, her voice thick with teasing heat.

Without another word, Y/n leaned in again, her lips catching Leah's in a deep, lingering kiss. It was slow at first, a deliberate teasing of each other's lips.

Leah let out a soft sigh, her hand sliding up to cup Y/n's cheek, deepening the kiss with a gentle but confident pull.

Y/n responded, her hands roaming over Leah's body, feeling the familiar curves and warmth that had become her comfort.

Her mouth moved from Leah's lips to her neck, pressing soft, heated kisses there as she slid lower, trailing her lips over the sensitive skin of Leah's chest.

Leah let out a soft breath, leaning back against the pillows, her hands threading into Y/n's hair, pulling her closer as she shivered under the touch.

The anticipation built between them, each kiss more desperate, more intense than the last.

As Y/n's lips made their way further down, Leah's body responded, hips instinctively tilting up. Y/n kissed Leah's breasts, her nipples, her sternum, then she moved to her belly, to her hips–until she got where she wanted to be.

Leah was ready for her already. Her cunt completly wet, almost glimering with need. She looked pretty, all spread out for Y/n to do whatever she wanted.

Y/n kissed her inner thighs, small, innocent kisses. Her hand was each cupping one of Leah's breasts, playing with her nipples gently, without any rush.

Y/n's lips met Leah's clit–it was just a peck, but she was so wet already that the just a simple touch already made a mess of Y/n's mouth and chin. Y/n decided to put Leah out of her mysery, sucking on her clit.

Leah's hands gripped the sheets, pulling at them as if she couldn't get close enough. "Baby..." Leah murmured, her voice barely above a breath, thick with desire.

Y/n looked up at her with a smirk, her eyes darkened with want.

"I've got you," she whispered against her cunt, her voice a promise as she slowly closed the distance, taking her time to savor every inch of Leah's skin–ever inch of her core.

Y/n continued eating Leah out, very slowly, very gently, relishing about the way she tastes, trying to memorize the sweet falvour of her pussy, knowing very well than in last than a few day, Leah would be gone and Y/n wouldn't be able to wake up to her by her side, her cunt on her face.

She needed to enjoy it, and make sure Leah would enjoy it too. Y/n might have lost yesterday's game–but she was good at other things, giving head being one of them.

Y/n sucked Leah's clit harder, feeling that she was close, she left one hand on her hip, keeping Leah in place.

In less than a minute, Leah was painting on the bed, enjoying the high of her orgasm. But Y/n wasn't completely done.

She dipped a finger on her pussy, teasing at the entrance first in slow, measuring circles–before sliding it inside, brushing against the slick heat within. Leah's back arched, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Too much," Leah whined, trying to move her hips away, but Y/n held her down.

"Shh, I know you," Y/n said, moving the finger ever so gently. "It's okay."

Y/n kissed Leah more deeply now. It was messy, dirty, and rushed.

"Fuck–," Leah urged against Y/n's mouith "God, don't stop."

So Y/n didn't. She worked her finger in and out, adjusting the angle until Leah was writhing beneath her touch, every exhale a tremor of need.

Then, because Y/n wasn't about half‑measures, she slid in a second finger, letting Leah's body stretch around them both.

Leah cried out, hands fisting the sheet as her hips began to lift into Y/n's hand. "Oh, baby... shit..."

With a final curl of her fingers, Y/n brought Leah close to the edge, then slowly withdrew, leaving Leah trembling with need.

Two orgasms before eight o'clock. They were up for a good day.

Leah lay back on the cool sheets, chest heaving, eyes fluttering closed against the afterglow.

Her fingers threaded through the pillow, her body still trembling from the wave that had just passed through her.

Y/n pressed a soft kiss to Leah's temple, then to the corner of her mouth, murmuring, "You're perfect." She smiled against Leah's skin before settling down, head fitting neatly into the hollow just above Leah's heart.

Their bodies moulded together.

Y/n's arm draped over Leah's ribs, legs tangling against Leah's—warmth radiating between them. The only sound was the gentle rise and fall of their breathing.

Y/n leaned up slightly and let her lips trail over Leah's collarbone, down to the swell of her breast.

With delicate tenderness, she brushed her mouth against the nipple.. Leah's eyelids fluttered open, a soft moan slipping out as Y/n's tongue flicked in slow, lazy circles.

"Shh," Y/n whispered, pressing a kiss to the space just above, then sliding her head back down so her ear rested on Leah's chest. "Just relax."

Leah's hand came down to cradle Y/n's head, thumb stroking her hair. "Don't stop," she murmured, every word a soft tremor.

Y/n smiled against Leah's skin, breathing in the steady thump of her heartbeat. "Never," she whispered. "I could stay like this forever."

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A/n: hope you guys liked!! Let me know what u guys think <3

I loved writing this little one-shot