A/N: Alls I have to say, is enjoy.
Viola Hastings
I love him. God do I love him. The way his fingers run through my hair when he kisses me, the feeling of his lips on my neck, how his muscles shiver under my touch, it feels too perfect to be true. I slipped out of my bed before throwing on my soccer uniform and grabbing the ball from the floor.
When I got to the soccer pitch, the sun was just breaking over the horizon, casting an orange glow over everything. I balanced the black and white ball on my knee for a minute before I started kicking it around, the bright green grass slippery and wet under my cleats.
When I had made my third bicycle kick, something I practiced often, I saw a shadow move from the corner of my mind, and my body went ridged. Suddenly, a familiar pair of arms slipped around my waist and I felt my heart melt. I leaned into Duke's chest and his face buried itself in my hair. I turned around so that I was facing him, and I kissed him gently, my mouth moving against his in a familiar pattern.
When we broke apart, I felt his lips smile against my own, and his hands rest casually on my waist. "Ready to be beaten by a girl?" I asked him in a teasing whisper.
"Are you ready to just be beaten?" he teased back, tugging on my shirt a little before backing away from me. A rush of cold morning air took Duke's place against my body, and I shivered. It always felt like that when he pulled away, like something had temporarily gone missing.
I walked over to the net and pulled the ball out before making my way to the center of the field, facing Duke. He held his hand out, and I grasped it, giving it a small shake before pulling him toward me, locking his lips with mine.
"Cheater." He whispered when I pulled away, but I only smirked. I knew what threw him off. Suddenly, Duke made a break for the ball, and I snapped out of my thoughts a little too slowly, chasing after him at high speed.
When our mini game was over, ending with a tie score, we headed back to the school hand in hand. We went to Duke's room first, opening the door loudly, to alert Sebastian and possibly Olivia, who spent more time is Sebastian's room than ours lately. When we walked in, Sebastian was strumming on his guitar, his hair ruffled, and Olivia, whose face was pink with embarrassment. I turned to Duke, who was desperately attempting to hold in his laughter.
"Hey guys." Sebastian said, trying to ease the tension in the room.
"Hey big brother!" I shouted, sitting on Duke's bed. "How's life in the 'I actually enjoy this relationship' lane!" I heard Duke snort and I looked over at him, a smirk on his face.
"Is there something you want to share mister Orsino?" I asked, a challenge in itself.
"Only that you were in a relationship with, whom, for over a year?" he asked, accepting the gauntlet I'd thrown.
"I know I went out with Justin for an obscene amount of time, but I ended that, remember?" I told him, getting off his bed and sauntering over to him before grabbing hold of his shirt, and tugging his body flush against mine. My stomach flip flopped in under his gaze, and I almost lost my nerve, but I held strong.
"I remember." He assured me, and I smiled triumphantly. "But that doesn't mean you didn't go out with him in the first place." He teased. I pouted my lips and he threw his head back at the action. "Don't you dare!" he warned.
"Oh, I dare!" I told him, a smile breaking across my face.
"You are such a cheater!" he said incredulously, wrapping his arms around my body lifting me into the air. I screamed with excitement and surprise, and when he put me down, I kissed him deeply.
Things had never been that way with Justin. We never really played around like me and Duke did, and if we did start having fun, he would quickly end it. Justin was always trying to rush things too, his hands always roaming where she didn't want them too, his mouth tasting skin she didn't want him to. With Duke, his hands and mouth and face and eyes always seemed to be asking her permission.
He wasn't like other guys, she would admit that. He was better. He was constantly trying to please her, but he didn't treat her like a princess or any different on the soccer field, which she liked a lot. His kisses were always hesitant, but they tasted like perfection all the same. His touches were so soft, sometimes she thought she imagined them.
In the background, she heard Sebastian cough obnoxiously, and I threw him the middle finger without breaking lip contact with Duke. I heard Olivia laugh, and then I heard footsteps before I heard the door close. Duke's hands wandered to my face, holding it gently, moving his lips against mine, his tongue tracing my lips. I moaned softly, and I felt him smile.
When we pulled away, I went to lie on Sebastian's bed, the bed I had slept in for two weeks before anyone realized I had female genitalia. I suddenly burst out laughing, and I looked at Duke, who smiled knowingly from his computer chair.
"I can't believe that was six months ago." I whispered quietly.
"I know." He replied, coming to lay by me. The sun was fully up now, the golden rays streaming in through the window.
"It feels like it was just yesterday, doesn't it?" I asked him.
"It kinda does. I still miss my old roommate." He told me, gently poking my side, making me squirm away, giggles flowing from my mouth.
"So you'd rather have the old Sebastian rather than me?" I asked him. I looked over at Duke, who was looking at me. Our eyes locked for a minute before he replied.
"No way."
Duke Orsino
After a few more minutes of kissing, I led Viola out of the room. She pouted and protested the move, but I held strong. When I finally managed to get her out of the room, she turned towards me. She stood on her toes, taking my face in her hands, and kissing me deeply, making me forget what I was doing.
"Why was I kicking you out?" I asked her, pulling her back inside.
"I don't know, I wanted to stay. You know that Sebastian's going to be at Olivia and my room for the rest of the day, and besides, it's a Saturday! No classes!" she said, kissing me again. I smiled against her lips and pulled her body flush against mine, tangling my fingers in her hair.
We tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, her arms wrapped around my neck, my hands still in her hair, her legs tangled with my own. Her hands disappeared from my neck, and reappeared under my shirt, her fingers outlining the muscles, like they often did when we were in this situation. I felt my muscles convulse under her touch, and I gasped when her lips disappeared from my own, only to move to my neck, gently grazing the tendons with her teeth.
My fingers hesitantly slipped under her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her stomach. I bit my lip; I never was good with girls. Viola wasn't like most girls though; she was into soccer as much as I was which was hard to be. Her body arched under my touch, and started me for a minute.
I reared back from her, and she looked up at me, her lip gloss smeared, and that's when I realized that I couldn't do it, at least not yet. I looked her in the eyes and she smiled a little before turning onto her side, and I lay behind her, hugging her body to mine. The sun filtered through the window onto our arms, and before we knew it, we were fast asleep.
"Duke! Wake up! We're going to be late!" I heard Viola say after she shoved me, apparently trying to wake me.
"Late for what?" I asked, still trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.
"Soccer practice! Just because we practice together every day doesn't mean everyone else gets better too silly!" she chided, and I smiled, before realizing what she said. My eyes flew to the clock, and I looked back at her.
"We're going to be late!" I told her, and she stopped, an amused smile playing on her lips. "What?" I asked, lifting myself off the bed.
"Nothing, just, I told you that we were late already." She said, holding back giggles. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck, stopping the words that were all ready to spill from her mouth.
"Let's go." I told her, intertwining my fingers with her, leading her out the door toward the soccer pitch.
Practice was brutal, Coach Dinklage seemed angry about something the whole time, though Duke had no idea what it could have been. They hadn't lost a game yet that year, thanks to Viola. She was amazing on the field, and she had helped them a lot.
When practice was over, Viola came up to me, the need for sleep on her face as clear as day, but before she could say she wasn't going to be stopping by that night, I kissed her.
"I understand." I told her, kissing her one last time before she walked away, her duffle slung over her shoulder. I watched her walk away for a while, before I turned around, only to come face to face with Andrew and Toby, smug smirks on their faces.
"You better watch her." Andrew said, bouncing the soccer ball on his knee. I stared at him, before turning to Toby, who shrugged.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. I hated when they did this, they always made fun of me about being bad with girls, and they always used to point out how I needed a girlfriend, but once I got an amazing one, they always seemed to be trying to tell me that something was going to go wrong.
Why couldn't things go perfectly for once, I mean, it happens in fairy tales all the time, not that I would ever admit I'd read a fairy tale in my life. There was even a Shakespeare story that was just like Viola and my story.
Andrew looked at me, his eyes stormy. "I'm saying, she's hot. People look at her Duke, you know, just because you guys are going out, doesn't mean that other guys aren't going to try something with her." He told me, and I wanted to punch him right there. What was he trying to say? That he wanted to get with Viola? He must have sensed my anger, because he quickly added, "I mean, I wouldn't do anything, I know you love her, and I know she loves you, but that won't stop other guys from the team from trying things. I've seen Adams give her the up down, and Williams, he was staring at her ass the entire practice." He pointed out, and I became utterly furious.
Even though I knew Viola wouldn't do anything to hurt me willingly, that didn't mean that other guys weren't going to try things. I gave Andrew a death glare, and he backed away, muttering 'just sayin' while backing away from me. I gathered my things and shoved them in my bag, thinking about the whole thing.
Why did Andrew have to screw everything up? Viola and I couldn't have been going smoother if we were in a movie, where the guy always gets the girl, and they live happily ever after, and he has to bring up other guys wandering eyes. I shrugged, trying to shake off the ominous feeling that was suddenly settling over the pit of my stomach. Alls that meant was that I'd have to watch Viola more and that was no problem for me.
