The whole team sleeping on the bus, napping after a long competition in another city. The lights were off, and only the roaring of the engine and some heavy breaths were heard. But {{user}} and Cristian were in the background, exchanging glances since the bus left.

When she got up discreetly and went to the cramped bathroom, he waited exactly thirty seconds before following her.

She was already waiting, leaning against the tiny sink, smile on her lips.

“You’re completely crazy,” she whispered, holding him by the bar of his blouse, pulling him inside.

“You drove me crazy,” he returned, before locking the door and pressing her body against the cold wall.

It was tight, hot, humid. And he didn’t care at all.

The hands ran the curves of her body with precision of someone who knew what she was looking for. She moaned softly when his mouth met her neck, going down to the neckline of the sweatshirt she wore over the sports top.

“We can’t do this here,” she said between sighs, even without stopping pulling him closer.

“So why did you call me?”

He passed his hand over her leg, lifting it easily, fitting his hips with her body as if they had done that a thousand times.

His shorts didn’t hide anything else.

And she... didn’t even want me to hide it.