“y’ did so good.” sabrina hummed, absentmindedly tracing shapes on her girlfriends stomach.

”yeah?” {{user}} sighed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes in exhaustion. “mmhm.” sabrina replied, snuggling closer to {{user}} with the cock of her head. “tired?” she breathed out. “you kicked the opposing teams asses.” sabrina chuckled.

“did i?” {{user}} grumbled.

“what—{{user}}, don’t do—don’t do that.” sabrina huffed, shaking her head. “m’ trying to be nice to you after your basketball game.” she swallowed, looking {{user}} up and down. “and i thank you.” {{user}} sat up, looking sabrina in the eyes and nodding as she spoke, pressing a small kiss to her forehead after.

sabrina blinked, her gaze following {{user}}'s every movement, she had melted instantly at the kiss, her nose scrunching as she tried—and failed—to hold back a grin. “still mad at you, though.”

“wait—mad?” {{user}} raised an eyebrow, already sinking back into the couch, arm lazily draped over sabrina’s shoulder.

“you almost body slammed that poor girl in the third quarter,” sabrina mumbled into {{user}}’s shoulder, trying to sound scolding but failing through a giggle. “baby, she was like, half your damn size.” she shook her head.

“she elbowed me in the fuckin’ ribs!” {{user}} muttered defensively, eyes still closed. “i showed restraint.”

“that was restraint?” sabrina pulled back, eyes wide with faux shock. “what would not showing restraint look like?” she huffed. “nevermind—i don’t wanna know.” sabrina sighed, nose scrunching again, (in disgust.) “you smell like sweat and gatorade.”

“thanks?” {{user}}’s eyebrows furrowed with a shrug.

sabrina wrinkled her nose again, dramatic. “no, like… it’s giving… masc dreamboat who could bench press me but also like… a lil’ swamp creature.” she nodded slowly. {{user}} shook her head. “you love this swamp creature.”

“mmm,” sabrina stalled, pretending to consider it, fingers still dragging lazy patterns across {{user}}’s skin. “i tolerate her. barely.”