A/N: This idea came up while having a late night convo with angeleyes2838 and watching the tennis finals. I decided to start writing a fic...but after a while I forgot about it until now. I had three prompts. Tennis ball, colour white and a strawberry Sunday. Thanks to angeleyes2838 for the Beta. This is for you ;D

Match Point

Deuce.

"Kate, you're kidding me right? Nadal is such a better tennis player then Federer," Mike grinned.

"Pfft, as if Mike, Federer is sexier with his white shirt on! You can see through to his muscular chest," Kate argued, while eating her strawberry Sunday.

"But Kate! Look at how Nadal hits the tennis ball, he has more power."

"Then if he had more power wouldn't he have won the finals then?" Kate asked grinning.

"That's no fair!" Mike complained.

Before Kate could say anything he leant over and grabbed her Sunday before putting it on the table and making a trail of kisses up her neck.

Game. Set. Match. Flynn wins.