as luck would have it
When Washington scored to tie it up in the crowd went ballistic. The lights flashing around the arena, the screams drowning her thoughts and the amount of people around her, almost made her forget.
Forget that there was a hand trailing not so innocently up and down her leg (or now that she was standing, up and down her back). And if Becky, who was literally a foot to her right, had noticed, she did not care in the least. Earlier in the night, when Ali’s mind was still functioning up to capacity, she figured Becky had downed at least five beers, but when the two had been wrangled into taking shots, she had no idea how hammered Becky had gotten. The fact that she could barely count past five now, wasn’t really reassuring, either.
And the hand that had resumed trailing up and down her leg got a little bit higher than it had been previously, all thoughts of Becky went out the window. Damn it.
“How much longer do they play for?” Ali heard from down the seats.
“Kel, you got to stop whining. It’s exciting! Be excited!” Ashlyn’s voice was calming, but her hand on Ali’s leg was anything but.
“But I want to go home. You know.” Ali shot her head over to where Kelley was sitting, two seats to her left. That statement was definitely not made for Ashlyn and Kelley definitely knew what buttons to push. And she was definitely pushing them right now.
Her brown eyes reflected the bright white lights from the ice surface and even if only half of her freckles were illuminated, she was still adorable.
“I do know, goof, but the game isn’t over. Don’t you want to know who’s going to win?” Ashlyn’s voice is teasing and her fingers squeezing Ali’s thigh is doing all the wrong (or maybe the right) things to her. “Do you want to make a bet?”
Kelley’s eyes sparkled and Ali just groaned internally.
“I say,” Ashlyn started, briefly turning to smile at Ali, flashing a dimple, “that Washington loses in overtime. How about you, Als?” A shiver went down her spine at her new nickname, as dictated by Ashlyn.
“I say Washington wins.”
“Well, no!” Kelley interrupted, a drunk frown all over her face, “I wanted Washington to win too!”
“Kels, don’t get all dramatic on me, you two can both bet on Washington winning.”
“Then what happens if we win the bet?”
“If both of you win, then both of you can have whatever you want.” Ali’s jaw pretty much hit the floor, but Kelley just smirked, seemingly very pleased with Ashlyn’s answer. She turned towards Ali, digging her fingers into her inner thigh, “courtesy of me.”
Ashlyn’s attention went back to the game, but Ali’s went elsewhere. Well, sh forced it to go elsewhere, because the type of thoughts she was having in a hockey rink, next to her (straight) best friend and two (almost) strangers, were unacceptable. She turned to her right, to see a male hand gripping Becky’s knee and then was met with Becky’s ponytail in her face. Nope. To the bar it was.
She stood up, slowly, mindful of just how much she had been drinking, before a strong hand gripped the back of her thigh, right below her ass.
“Now, where do you think you’re going?” Fuck.
“Uhm, just to get another drink.” Ashlyn smirked.
“Oh Als, overtime is just starting. Don’t you want to see what team wins?” Now, Kelley was looking up at her expectantly too, her fingers tangled with Ashlyn’s in her lap.
“I mean-”
“Good girl,” Ali winced at the use of that name, “now come here.” Ashlyn patted the seat right beside her, with a genuinely happy look. If only I could believe it.
.:.
And as luck would have it, Washington won in the eleventh minute of overtime. Kelley had whispered something into Ashlyn’s ear and then kissed her neck, during which Ashlyn had stared right into Ashlyn eyes. And even if Ali didn’t care to admit it to herself, it was hot.
“What are you up to, tonight?”
“Uhm,” Ali’s eyes scanned Ashlyn, then Kelley, both of whom were watching her, very closely. She could have sworn she even saw Kelley lick her lips, but after that much booze, she couldn’t really tell what was real anymore. “I don’t know.”
“Hmm, I think I have an idea, maybe you could come with us?” Kelley grinned.
“I think I need to talk to Becky, my dog is-”
“You really think she cares about your dog right now?” Ali turned to find Becky missing from her seat, but after more searching she found her, in a corner of the box, pressed against a wall. And that might have made Ali the slightest bit jealous. “Yeah,” Ashlyn smirked after Ali hadn’t answered, “that’s what I thought.”
“Come on, Ali,” Kelley stood up and walked right in front of a seated Ashlyn, giving her a clear view. She extended her hand to Ali, “let’s get out of here.” Ali just sighed, trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs and stood up, with the help of Kelley’s hand. The younger girl lead her out of the suite, her hand warm and reassuring. With their heels, they were almost the same height, but even with their heels, Ashlyn still towered over both of them. Ali could feel her presence behind them, without even looking. As Kelley lead Ali towards the elevators, she leaned in, shaking nervously, “Kelley?”
“Yeah Als?” She whispered back, her breath tickling Ali’s ear.
“I can’t do elevators. I’m terrified.”
“Hate to break it to you,” Kelley said, as the bell dinged and the doors opened, “but we are on the fourth floor. And these babies,” she gestured down to her heels, “don’t do stairs. Don’t worry, though.” She added, as she saw the discomfort on Ali’s face, “I can help make you more comfortable.”
The two went to the corner of the elevator, with Ashlyn right between Kelley. Ali felt the younger girl’s arm drop her hand (which, honestly, she forgot she was holding) and snake around her hips, with an easy smile. She turned her head to look at Ashlyn, who’s dimples were on full display as she bit her lip, staring down at Kelley’s ass. As the elevator started downwards, she watched Ashlyn pull Kelley back a little bit, so she could grind on her girlfriend’s ass.
Ali sighed, watching Ashlyn adjust her pants and then pull Kelley farther back.
“If you like watching her like this,” Kelley threw her head back in Ashyn’s direction, while her whisper tickled Ali’s cheek, “you’re going to love watching her later.”