It was after the half time show and you were screaming your head off, cheering like a hooligan. You had always loved football, American football that is, it was the only game that you both loved and actually understood. You played it sometimes with Arthur, Matthew, Francis and your boyfriend Alfred. They were all brothers, Arthur and Francis had raised the two younger ones. You were one of the guys, and boy did you love it. You were all a close knit family, and even now you all screamed your bloody heads off, as Arthur would say it. As you watched your Alfred, run with an insane speed.
He jumped lithely over someone who nearly tore his legs off. Alfred landed and continued to sprint, he was so close! "GO AL, GO! GET THAT TOUCHDOWN!" You screamed at your boyfriend. He must've heard you above all the others in the stadium because he cleared it! You jumped down, only ten seconds to go! Alfred readied himself and kicked the brown skinned ball and the football spiraled through the air and landed on the other side of the goal. The crowd went wild! Because of Alfred the Giants had won!
"ALFRED! YOU GO MAN!" You screamed, with pride filling your heart. After everything settled down a bit, the screen showed Alfred talking to the news cast lady person and she asked, "So Mr. Jones, what are you going to do? Now that you've helped your team, win this year's super bowl?"
"Well ma'am, there's only one thing to do at a time like this! Boys! Come on out!" Alfred's team and each held a big board that spelled out, _, W I L L Y O U M A R R Y M E ?" You screamed and gawked and the boys shooed you to go down there and you did so and flew down. He saw you enter the field and he knelt down and took your hand, and slid the ring on, "So what's your answer?" He grinned.
"Yes! It's yes you dorkfish! Oh gawd Alfred I love you!" Alfred picked you up and swung you around with a big joyous smile.
That night, after much partying, you were doing the dishes and he was showering from the big night. You didn't hear him come out, nor did you hear him sneak up behind you and snake his arms around your middle and kiss you. You giggled and turned so you face him. He had put on fresh 'war paint' on his cheeks, two stripes on each side; it made him look both hot, and adorable.
"Are you ready for another game?" He whispered.
You smiled as you kissed him, "Yes." You said with your eyes glittering.
Alfred, still being damped swept you off your feet and took you to the bed where he stripped himself and then you down as well. Alfred took your breasts sensually into his mouth, sucking deeply and biting your taught raspberry nipples, you clenched his hair tightly in your small balled up fists, moaning as he began to grind his body against yours. He checked to see if you were wet and then slid his memer gently into you, and you gasped and then settled and he began to thrust deeply into you the wild pounding even more infrequent. You were screaming with a hot and wild sex fever. You loved his touch, you love his attitude, his personality, and you loved Alfred in general, with all your heart. Proposing to you at the game was very sentimental, because it was the way you met Alfred. In high school you had wanted to join the team, but you weren't a boy. But Alfred had petitioned for a girl team, and even though it didn't end up working, you befriended and started dating him because his effort to help meant so much to you.
You let Alfred drive you to your climax, screaming his name and him yours. He came and collapsed beside you and held you close. "I love you _."
"I love you too, Alfred, you are the hero of the game of my heart."
Alfred chuckled and kissed you deeply, knowing this marriage, would be forever.
