(+18) Lovesick - Grace Clinton

Summary: Y/n and Grace finally see each other after 2 months away at a Lionesses dinner, and they just can't hide their relationship for much longer

Warnings: (+18) soft smut, fingering (r receiving), oral (r giving), and scissoring 

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Y/n liked to think she was punctual, that if she wanted to get to a place on time, she could. But that wasn't always true; right now, she was late for the first Lionesses' dinner of the season.

The dinner was important. It was the last team gathering before the upcoming international breaks, with the Euros being the main focus.

The players had all been called up to the squad, but hadn't had a chance to train yet, so the dinner was the place where all the Lionesses players were going to be reunited after the lengthy domestic season they had just had.

Being on time was crucial, but of course, Y/n completely failed at it.

Y/n hadn't meant to be late. It wasn't exactly ideal to be the last one walking into a dinner hosted by the entire England squad, but she got the worst traffic ever in her life.

It was like everyone with a car in London decided to take them to the streets and forgot how to drive them.

And when she actually got to the dinner's location, a five-star restaurant called The Ledbury, she realised no one was there.

She went to check her phone, and there it was; she had read the address wrong. The dinner was in the restaurant she was at, but it was in another franchise, the one in Notting Hill, not in Shepherd's Bush, where she was.

When she realised her mistake, she quickly jumped into her car and made her way to the right restaurant. When she got there, she was shown to her table at the back of the restaurant, a private area where all of her friends and teammates were.

She was on her way to hug Maya when she saw Grace.

She froze on the spot.

She hadn't expected Grace to be there.

It might sound ridiculous, especially since Grace had been in the senior squad for a few years now, but Grace had told Y/n just a week ago during a phone call that she wouldn't make it.

She had said she was focusing on physio work for her ankle that she had twisted a few games back.

After that, they hadn't talked. Y/n knew Grace was tied up with media stuff at Manchester United. Photoshoots, interviews, all the little postseason things players get pulled into.

Y/n also didn't have much free time. Playing for Barcelona was physically and mentally draining, though the club and the girls were amazing. Still, the hard training sessions got to her. Neither Y/n nor Grace had much time to spend together, they had kilometres and an ocean between them.

It had been nearly two months since they last saw each other in person when Grace came to Spain to visit Y/n on an insufferably short break. After that, they only ever saw each other through late-night FaceTimes, whispering soft 'I miss you' as they both fell asleep, their phones still in hand.

They hadn't told anyone yet. Not officially.

Of course, there were a few suspicious glances here and there; the Lionesses didn't know what it meant to be out of other people's business.

Y/n always noticed how Lucy would side-eye her texts last camp, when Y/n was called up but Grace wasn't, due to a small injury. Or how Tooney would always like the (very friendly) messages Grace would comment on Y/n's Instagram posts.

But still. Nothing confirmed.

Just two friends. Two Lionesses. Two teammates.

Y/n tugged her black coat tighter around her as she rounded the table and sat herself on the only free chair, her name written on a little paper. She looked from the paper to the front of her, where Grace was sitting.

The others continued their conversations and their drinking, but Grace and Y/n could only look at each other.

Grace winked at Y/n, who smiled shyly.

She looked around, no one was paying attention to them, so she quickly placed her hand under the table and looked for Grace's hand. Once she found the familiar warm skin, she held to it.

It wasn't much, and after such a long time apart, she needed so much more, but for now, it was enough.

The food arrived, and everybody began eating as they talked about every subject they could think of. Football dominated the conversation–their clubs, what was good, what was bad.

Team rivals like Leah and Aggie rolled their eyes at each other while discussing the women's league in England, while Y/n and Earps exchanged stories about their time in Spain and France.

Dinner had ended, and with the cocktail bar now open, the group drifted over for drinks and finger food. It wasn't a formal dinner anymore, just a casual get-together between old friends.

Y/n was leaning over the bar, mixing her drink, when she felt a presence behind her. She didn't know why she knew right away it was Grace. It wasn't her perfume–she was wearing a new one. It wasn't her shampoo either; this scent Y/n had never smelled before. Maybe Y/n had just grown accustomed to her shadow.

Either way, she slowly turned around and met Grace's blue eyes. Now that she was standing up, Y/n noticed how beautiful she was. Her hair was down on her back, something rare since Grace almost always kept it in a bun. Her outfit was stunning too–a sleek black vest with matching pants.

She was astonishing. Y/n felt like she couldn't breathe, couldn't blink, afraid she might miss this moment and suddenly find herself back in Spain, away from Grace.

"Hi," Grace said, tilting her head in a cute way that made Y/n want to scream into a pillow while kicking her legs.

God, how could she have a crush on her girlfriend?

"Hi there," Y/n said, waving her hand.

"I missed you," Grace said, watching her surroundings and making sure no one was purposely paying attention to them before taking a step closer. "A lot. Sorry, I couldn't pick you up at the airport."

"It's okay," Y/n said, smiling. "Mom picked me up, it was all good, although I would much prefer not to have to listen to all the family drama that happened while I was away."

Grace hummed. "I guess you can't get away from that."

"I can't," Y/n agreed, getting closer to Grace. "I'm glad, though."

Maybe it was the alcohol in Y/n's body, maybe it was the 62 days away from Grace–she wasn't sure of the reason–but she didn't step away when Grace placed a hand on her hip in the crowded room filled with their teammates. "

"Yeah?" Grace said. "Glad about what?"

"That I can't get away from everything happening here in England," Y/n said, watching as Grace's lips drew closer to hers. "That I can't get away from you."

Y/n tilted her head, just a little, like a silent 'can I?'

Grace's eyes softened, and she gave the smallest nod.

They kissed, very slowly, very deliberately. It wasn't necessarily a dirty kiss, but they weren't shy about it, either.

Yn didn't plan for their first kiss in two months to be in the middle of a restaurant in London, surrounded by The Lionesses. Taken by the way Grace was blushing, she didn't either.

But it didn't matter now.

Then, of course, their sweet moment was interrupted by one of the girls. Poor Alessia was gasping, in a way Y/n knew she didn't mean to–she was always very subtle when it came to her teammates' love lives.

Someone definitely swore. Y/n bet on Leah. There were a few claps, too, coming from the other side of the bar, probably from Lucy and Millie.

But Y/n didn't care.

All she could feel was Grace's smile against her mouth and the warmth radiating from her body.

When they finally pulled apart, Grace kept her forehead pressed against Y/n's.

"I'm gonna kiss you again," Grace whispered.

"You better."

And they did.

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The rest of the evening was a blur. Everyone had questions and realisations, of course.

'How long have you been dating?"

"Who said 'I love you' first?!"

"Oh god! That's why you two always share a room during camp!"

'Where did you guys first hook up?"

'Tooney!"

Y/n and Grace were sitting side by side on the bar stools, their legs tangled together, sharing glances like they couldn't quite believe it was real. They had each other again, and now everyone knew.

It was heaven.

Grace's hand rested gently on Y/n's thigh, her fingers drawing little circles on her skin. Y/n had to keep biting her lip just to keep from smiling like a lovesick idiot.

She failed. Repeatedly.

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The door shut with a click and they were alone, for the first time in two months. Nothing stood between them now, except for their clothes, but judging by the way Grace was looking at Y/n, they wouldn't be on for much longer.

Grace took a step further and pushed Y/n gently against the wall, lips already on hers, hands holding the hem of her vest, already pulling it off of her body, her naked torso pressing against her clothed one.

"I wanted to kiss you all night," Grace murmured between kisses.

"You did. In front of the whole squad," Y/n whispered back, tugging her closer. "Forgot that already?"

Grace's hands found her hips, dragging her forward. "Uhum. You need to remind me again."

The rest of their clothes hit the floor slowly. They were a tangled of limps on the bed as Y/n kissed her way down Grace's body, licking every inch of skin her tongue could touch, tasting Grace everywhere she could.

Y/n ate her out very slowly, wanting to make out for the lost time. She wanted to show how much she was missed, how much Y/n craved her. Her tongue was precise in every movement, first she played with her clit, not too roughly–Grace was rather sensitive.

She lapped at her lips, spreading her wetness around before thrusting her tongue inside Grace's hole, fucking her gently.

Grace was a mess already. Whining, crying, moving her hips against Y/n's mouth in a desperate attempt to cum, which didn't take long. Y/n was nice enough.

Grace barely had time to breathe again before Y/n's hands were on her thigh, spreading her legs open even more so she could fit her own body against Grace. Their hips were interlocked now, their cunts rubbing against each other, their juices mixing as their clit brushed just right.

Y/n let Grace hold onto her hips, moving her to her liking, turning her and shifting her around as if she weighed nothing. They were both panting when an orgasm hit them.

The shockwaves ran through Y/n's body, and they only intensified as she watched Grace coming undone below her.

Y/n fell on top of Grace, her head on the girl's shoulder, feeling her heavy breathing and the way her ribs moved up and down.

Grace kissed her forehead, still looking very out of herself. "I'm so happy you're here," she said in a low voice, out of breath.

"Hmm," Y/n mumbled, kissing her neck now. "Are you saying that because we just came or because you love me?"

Grace smiled and rolled her eyes. "Both... definitely both."

Y/n continued kissing Grace's neck, moving down to her clavicle. She whined when Grace's finger brushed against her clit, massaging it sweetly.

"Grace," Y/n whispered, burying her head on the girl's body. "More?"

Grace took her fingers off her clit, but before Y/n could complain, she was circling her hole. She played with her wetness before slowly inserting one finger into her cunt, and then two, moving them deep inside of her.

Y/n moved her hips in sync with Grace's fingers, following a rhythm they both knew well, a rhythm they hadn't forgotten, even after being countries apart.

Grace hit the soft spot of Y/n's cunt and she came, her body trembling with pleasure as Grace rode her orgasm, not taking her fingers out until Y/n whined about how sensitive she was.

They were lying on the bed, the duvet was long forgotten on the hardwood floor of the hotel room, the chilly air coming in from the window was hitting Y/n's skin, making her shiver. The girl's head was on Grace's shoulder, while Grace held to Y/n's hip steadily, as if she might run at any moment.

Y/n mumbled something about them needing a shower; Grace rumbled about how Y/n needed to drink some water.

In the end, both stayed in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, knowing that the next morning they would do it all over again.

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a/n: please let me know if you guys liked it <3 this was a draft written a few months ago!

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