The blue paint cut down the middle of his chest stretching and rippling as he screamed insults at the opposing team. The student section was packed since it was the Ohio State game, and she had been focusing on the field until the group of shirtless fans tramped in halfway into the first quarter. They came in screaming, running up and down the bleachers their painted chests proclaiming their loyalty to the Wolverines and riling up everyone in the section.
She was drawn to the first "I" in "Michigan," and as they passed she caught his eye - he stumbling and her breath hitching as blue tangled with grey. She had trouble focusing for the rest of the game, sneaking looks at the group several rows ahead of her in the grad section. Her eyes roaming over him; his straight spine accented by the two dimples that indented either side of the base of his lower back just at hip level, his jeans riding low and the top curves of his ass peaking out. She stared at the brown curls brushing the nape of his neck and the veins that followed the length of his arms as he raised his fist to cheer.
A few times he turned, searching her out - they locked eyes and he scanned over her body, her pert breasts encased in a yellow Michigan jersey and what he could see of her legs always coming back to her eyes - the world seemed to dissipate but then a roar from the crowd or a jostle from a fellow fan would break the spell.
Just before the second quarter she made her way out to the concession stand to get a coke. She was standing in line waiting when someone came up behind her enveloping her and covering her eyes with their hands.
"Guess who?" the voice whispered against her ear right ear, the tendrils that had loosened from her ponytail blowing against her cheek and tickling his nose.
She felt the moist warm heat emanating from the body that was wrapped around her. She grabbed the wrists pulling them forward to remove the hands from her eyes and spun around, turning her chest towards the body that had been flush against her backside. Though she was a little startled by his actions, she wasn't surprised to see those blue eyes. She just stood there staring.
His hands went to her waist pushing her back a step, his fingers slipping into her belt loops, and thumbs brushing the tops of her pockets. Her hands came up to rest against his bare shoulders - which were starting to redden from the sun and his lack of a shirt - her fingertips lightly pressing into the bone to maintain her balance, and slipping a little in the light sheen of sweat that covered his body. They stood that way in silence, taking steps and staring into each others eyes, searching, questioning and saying nothing their breath mingling until he leaned around her and she heard him ordering chili cheese nachos.
"And...?" he said his hand pressing the question into her hip.
"I'll have a coke," she replied distractedly, stepping out of his loosened embrace and away from the pressure of his hand.
He paid and they stood waiting for their order. They took the food and drink heading back towards the stands. She sipped from her straw glancing at him from her peripheral, a smile playing at her lips as he hungrily dipped into his nachos as they were walking, some of the cheese dripping onto his chin. They stopped in the shade at the end of the tunnel, watching him lick the chili cheese from his fingertips, she couldn't help but steal a cheese covered chip for herself. He was a little stunned by her taking his food, but smirked as she sucked her fingers into her mouth her eyes challenging him to say something. He didn't.
"It's Greg, by the way, you know, so next time you'll know 'who'," he said with a wink.
She smiled and took a sip of her coke, "Lisa."
"Lisa," he repeated stretching her name out on his tongue, tilting his head to the side and studying her face before leaning over to take a long draw of her coke, his eyes never leaving hers and her fingers only marginally tightening around the cup.
"Well... I gotta get back; "Michigan" just isn't the same without "I" you know". His eyes sparkled as he turned and headed back into the stadium, glancing back once before jogging down the steps.
She nodded and watched him turn and jog down the steps, smiling when he glanced back, her tongue darting out and mouth closing over her straw wondering at the taste of Greg.