Her heart was beating so fast, she couldn't tell if she was nervous, excited or even a little bit scared, but she knew she deserved what was coming.
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When they began dating, late last summer, she had tried to find a fun way to spend their limited time together, something he would actually enjoy.
Even though he was from states away, she was lucky to find a local group for his team, and had taken them out for the first game of the season.
They were a few months in now, and his home team had played today's game against her local team, that's how the trouble began.
Despite the fact she had found this fan group, and had happily accepted their welcome, she had acted like a dirty little traitor in their midst.
She wore his team's jersey, rooted for them and cheered their advances, but it didn't slip his attention when she smiled at awarded flags, and downs succeeded, by the team from which she had supposedly defected.
Worst of all, was the maroon and gold tee she hung on her chair, the fact she brought it along was a constant reminder of her double allegiance.
She honestly didn't care about football, it wasn't important to her, but he was a die-hard fan of his team, and she decided to be a brat about it.
In the end, it had been a slaughter, his team had mopped the field with the opposition. It was embarrassing really, and he found sadistic pleasure in her conflicted celebration of victory over the players she'd betrayed.
They returned home, living out the routine of their normal existences, retrieving her kid from her ex's home, having dinner and family time, then tucking in for bed. All was quiet and serene, when he decided the time had come.
"Sweetie, I need you to go upstairs." He said to her, placing a kiss atop her head.
She looked up at him, "Are you ready for bed? She asked innocently.
"Just go upstairs, please." He said, and gently nudged her up from the place she'd nestled against his chest.
She felt confused, but not one to argue, "Okay." she agreed, and lifted from the comfort of his embrace. She looked at him quizzically, and he gave her an assuring smile, before she made her way up.
Once she entered their bedroom she felt lost for instruction, she was still dressed, mostly in her clothes from the game, but she felt almost overdressed.
Having removed her bra on their arrival home, she was still wearing his team's jersey, jeans, and cotton underpants. She decided to remove the jeans, and sit on the bed to await his arrival.
He turned off the lights and tv downstairs, scooped up one last item, locked the doors, and headed upstairs.
When he reached the top of the stairwell, he saw her through the part in the doorway. She had removed her jeans and perched herself at the foot of the bed. Naughty girl, she probably kept the jersey to remind him of a sexy cheerleader. Such a naive little thing, if she only knew.
She startled slightly as the door pushed open, he had climbed the stairs so quietly, she had not heard his approach.
He smiled at her in a way that made her shiver, his tall figure leaned against the door frame, left arm behind him, as the right had pushed the door ajar.
"You sure do look good in green." He smiled down at her, looking more lecherous than sincere. "What was that final score again?" He asked, still smirking.
"Thirty-four, to twenty!" She chimed, in enthusiasm, not even realizing the danger ahead.
His expression shifted to mock pity, "That must have stung, huh?" He asked apathetically
The look on her face was delicious, he thought, as she tried to comprehend. "Stung?" She asked, adorably confused.
"Yes," he replied with a wry smile, still perched against the door frame, "watching your real team get slayed so brutally."
She shifted slightly, her brow furrowing against her will, but she tried her best to remain placid. "What do you mean?" She feigned ignorance.
He leaned away from the door frame and sauntered toward her, a devilish smile playing across his features. "Aw sweetie, don't play coy, we both know you're a dirty little traitor." He said, while scooping his fingers under her chin, and tilting her face to meet his gaze.
She winced slightly at the sting of his accusation, "I'm not a traitor!" she tried to defend, a pout on her full pink lips.
"Then why did you wear the jersey to the game, and not your team's tee?" He questioned, his expression smug.
"I - " she paused, but no good explanation could follow, so it hung unanswered.
"Yet, you brought the t-shirt too," he interrupted her thoughts, "admit it, you were secretly rooting against us, weren't you?" His tone warning the trap she'd stumbled into.
She was pinned, he was right. She wore the jersey he purchased, such a loving and supporting girlfriend, but she had brought her team's tee-shirt along too, hoping they might reign triumphant, and she could claim she never doubted their victory. She was a dirty double-crosser
"A bit." She whispered, her head hung in shame. His fingers ran through her dark hair, and his hand came to rest on her shoulder.
"I can forgive you," he said reassuringly, and as her gaze lifted, his left arm drew from behind his back, "after you're punishment, that is."
Her eyes felt like disks, as she focused on the paddle in his hand. It wasn't even a paddle really, it was a toy. A plastic, Spider-Man themed, paddle-ball game, that had lost its string and ball. It had been destined for the trash, but now it had gained new life.
"Betraying your team is an awful thing to do, wouldn't you agree." He said rhetorically, as he traced his free hand across her cheek. "Loyalty is such an important thing in this world." his fingers moved back along her cheekbone, and tangled sharply into her hair
She hissed air through her teeth, as the pain prickled her scalp. "Y-yes," she stammered, "I agree!" Her chest lifted toward his body, presenting in submission, under his grasp.
He guided her to her feet, his firm grasp on her chin length locks, directing her up on her toes, where he then pulled her closer, and kissed her firmly. His tongue parted her lips, and took her mouth captive. The mixture of surrender and desire swirling through her body gave the kiss an intoxicating effect, and the had to place her hands against his chest to balance.