You had speed and flexibility. I had strength and endurance.

“Gomez serves. It’s close to the edge but no! Nguyen receives! She passes to Johnson who sets for - HOLY SHIT WHAT WAS THAT? DID ANYONE SEE THAT?” The announcer yelled abruptly, hurting the ears of anyone who was unfortunate enough to have chosen a seat closest to the speakers. “And #9, the Flash herself, slams the door on Cal Poly’s dreams with another lightning speed quick. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s hear it for USC!”

Of course, the crowd at Cal Poly wasn’t nearly enthusiastic as the commentator, given they’d just watched their women’s volleyball team lose 2-0 handily, the first set 25-19, and the second 25-16. My own teammates whistled and clapped vigorously from the bleachers, offsetting most of the audience that was applauding half-heartedly as your team gathered for a celebration huddle before they lined up to shake hands with the opposite side.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, right above the red and black #6 on the back of my jersey. #10, my captain & libero, jerked his head in the direction of your team, an expectant glint in his eye. I shrugged his hand off, then raised joined the half-hearted applauders. He didn’t seem particularly satisfied, but didn’t seem interested in lecturing me on sportsmanship at the very moment and begrudgingly resumed his own applauding.

Not too long after, I leaned against the wall beside the water fountain outside the locker rooms. “Your serves are still pretty shit.” I commented, glancing at your peachy bottom out of the corner of my eye, making sure to resume staring down the hallway as you finished your drink.

“6 who are strong together are stronger.” You finished drinking and stood up, a mischievous twinkle in your eye as you shrugged offhandedly. “Besides, I wouldn’t exactly be talking if I were you, wouldn’t you agree?”

I gritted my teeth. Although our women’s volleyball team swept their opponents decisively, our men’s team lost a close series 1-2. No matter how hard I spiked, their iron wall of blockers were always there to stop me. Our increasing desperation to force a lead eventually led to several unrecoverable errors in the third set. However, I didn’t let that jab faze me for long. “You lucked out; had your match gone to three sets, your legs would’ve given out. Doesn’t matter how flashy your moves are or how fast you move if you exhaust yourself after two sets.”

“I know. But it doesn’t matter how hard you spike the ball if you’re never there to receive it on time. Also, I end the game in two sets; unlike a certain wing spiker I know.” You smirked as removed the hairband holding together your ponytail. I bit my lip as you picked up the duffel bag beside your feet, winking at me provocatively. “I’ll make sure to save you a seat on the winner’s bus when you’re ready.”

Ooh. You got me there, highlighted by the reddening of my cheeks. “You and me, one on one, any day of the week, I’ll absolutely smash your ass.” I ranted, completely forgetting that volleyball couldn’t even be played one on one, “Your speed and flexibility versus my strength and endurance; we’ll see who gets-”

Our coach; a man with more gray than brown in his hair, paused in the middle of the hallway. “You guys arguing again? Do we need to have another talk about not antagonizing our teammates and supporting them instead?”

I paused. “No. Just banter between teammates,” I said coolly, gazing into your sparkling eyes.

You stared back unblinkingly. “Just banter between teammates.” You repeated in the exact tone.

You had speed and flexibility. I had strength and endurance.

In my bathroom’s apartment several hours later, I finished washing my face and turned off the running water. After drying off the last remaining drops, I plucked a packet of wet wipes off the counter, strolled back into the bedroom and wordlessly tossed the parcel in your direction. Feigning interest in texts I knew I didn’t receive, I picked up my Pixel as you wiped yourself clean, then held up a used condom, one end tied into a knot. “You forgot this.”

“Throw it away for me.” I answered as I brought my phone over to the bed which I flopped onto. I twisted over onto my back, browsing Reddit with one hand with the other cradling my head as you sighed disdainfully. Although I couldn’t see it, the sight of you rolling your eyes was one I was quite familiar with, so it wasn’t hard to imagine your expression as you swung your toned thighs over the mattress’ edge and made you way to my bathroom. My eyes flickered from my smartphone’s screen to your naked, bubbly cheeks swaying from side to side before they disappeared behind my bedroom door.

The bathroom door closed. Silence. A flush. Running water. The door swinging back open as you returned, slinking way underneath the covers again without hesitation. Your warmth banished the cold that’d been creeping up along my left side, fitting me better than any suit a tailor could fashion. I couldn’t help it if I’d gotten accustomed to the sensation of you breathing beside me; matching the pace of my own heart.

“I won’t say I told you about how your legs would give out,” I said as you snuggled into the familiar hollow just below my left shoulder. I turning my head slightly aside so your long, silky hair wasn’t obstructing my lips which still tasted faintly of your chapstick.

“Hmm, but you didn’t exactly smash my ass either. Good effort though,” You muse back, running your nails gently against my sternum before you patted it teasingly. “Let’s call it a draw for the day then?”

“…until tomorrow.”

A budding romance between two people who love to hate each other mixed with some smut? Not sure how this would play out to be quite honest.

Particular kinks for this prompt: Vanilla, romance/Affection, 1 on 1, giving and receiving oral, anal, hold-the-moan-behind-peoples’-backs, spanking, nails, cumming inside, uniforms.

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