"Go Lex!" I screamed, as Legolas made a goal, the first on either side.
"Brahm!" came the cheer from his fellows Warriors. I smiled and Adam clapped me on the back. I couldn't help but notice that the tent seemed oddly quiet and void of the usual discussion of fingernails and clothes. I looked over my shoulder and saw that every woman was watching the field with intent and concentration. I didn't think they were capable of. I watched their eyes and then the field. A couple of jaws dropped at the second goal, and the shout "Brahm!" went up again from the field. They were staring at Legolas. I turned back to the field and smiled contentedly. Who could blame them? At half time and the five-minute break, a few of the women ventured out of the tent and risked getting bedraggled.
"Who is that Brahm? Number 7, Adam?" asked a generally ditzy looking blonde.
"My star player," he answered. "Lex Brahm. He's brilliant."
"Brilliant?! He's smashing!" she retorted. Adam gave her a "down, girl" look. I laughed. The blonde turned on me. I froze.
"You wouldn't know smashing from gross. What are you laughing at?" she asked.
"Your hair," I answered quickly. "I think it's melting." Sure enough, the gobs of hairspray seemed to be falling down on the job. She was looking rather soggy. The blonde turned away in a royal pout and began her ascension back up the bleachers and to the safety of the tent. Adam looked over at me and gave me a high five. I laughed. The buzzer rang to begin the game again. By the end of the entire thing, we had six goals on our team, five my Legolas, one by Michael, and no goals on the other side. I was completely drenched and my clothes were sticking to me like a soggy mouse's skin, but I didn't really care.
"5...4...3...2...1..." Adam said, counting down with the timer almost unconsciously. The buzzer rang. Moans came up from the other side of the field, but exuberant cheers soon drowned them out. I ran down the concrete steps and onto the field. I heard the click, clomp of a herd of high heels and Adam's sneakers behind me. Small ticks of ice-cold rain hit me on the face as I ran out onto the field, to Legolas.
As I reached him, it took me by surprise when he pulled me into an embrace, not because of the gesture itself, but because of the way he did it. Legolas held my body tightly against his, his soaking jersey against my own drenched shirt, and without further hesitation, he pressed his lips to mine, our tongues touching and locking. My entire body moved with the rhythm of Legolas' pulsating kiss. After a few seconds, I pulled away in complete and utter disbelief, but he grabbed me, whirling me around and wrapping his arms around my waist, so that my back was firmly against his chest. My heart skipped a beat as Legolas began nuzzling the hollow behind my ear with his strong, Roman nose.
"I know the answer to my unspoken question," Legolas whispered softly, his words almost drowned out by the now pouring rain that was falling down around us, on us. "But you, yourself, told me that when I was ready to confess, I should take the woman I love in my arms and hold her. I love you. Do not judge me for that love, I beg of you." I pulled away. "And so it ends."
"No," I said. "Don't ever let it end...I love you." Legolas looked at me, and as I looked into his gorgeous, fern-green eyes, I saw a curtain of doubt lift from them, revealing to me all that I had ever wished to see. It seemed that for the first time, I could truly see into them, the very depths. I hadn't seen to Legolas' soul before because it was clouded from me by doubt and his secret love. But now, I could see the true Legolas, the whole Legolas, and I had never felt anything like this, anything like this complete love and euphoria as he slipped his arms back around my waist.
"Truly?" he asked hesitantly.
"And completely," I answered. Just then, the rest of the warriors surged around Legolas, and he was forced to let go of me, but caught my hand. I glanced up at him to see the truest smile on his face that I had ever seen on anyone's. I let go of his hand and let his teammates carry him away.
"Brahm!" came the cheer from his fellows Warriors. I smiled and Adam clapped me on the back. I couldn't help but notice that the tent seemed oddly quiet and void of the usual discussion of fingernails and clothes. I looked over my shoulder and saw that every woman was watching the field with intent and concentration. I didn't think they were capable of. I watched their eyes and then the field. A couple of jaws dropped at the second goal, and the shout "Brahm!" went up again from the field. They were staring at Legolas. I turned back to the field and smiled contentedly. Who could blame them? At half time and the five-minute break, a few of the women ventured out of the tent and risked getting bedraggled.
"Who is that Brahm? Number 7, Adam?" asked a generally ditzy looking blonde.
"My star player," he answered. "Lex Brahm. He's brilliant."
"Brilliant?! He's smashing!" she retorted. Adam gave her a "down, girl" look. I laughed. The blonde turned on me. I froze.
"You wouldn't know smashing from gross. What are you laughing at?" she asked.
"Your hair," I answered quickly. "I think it's melting." Sure enough, the gobs of hairspray seemed to be falling down on the job. She was looking rather soggy. The blonde turned away in a royal pout and began her ascension back up the bleachers and to the safety of the tent. Adam looked over at me and gave me a high five. I laughed. The buzzer rang to begin the game again. By the end of the entire thing, we had six goals on our team, five my Legolas, one by Michael, and no goals on the other side. I was completely drenched and my clothes were sticking to me like a soggy mouse's skin, but I didn't really care.
"5...4...3...2...1..." Adam said, counting down with the timer almost unconsciously. The buzzer rang. Moans came up from the other side of the field, but exuberant cheers soon drowned them out. I ran down the concrete steps and onto the field. I heard the click, clomp of a herd of high heels and Adam's sneakers behind me. Small ticks of ice-cold rain hit me on the face as I ran out onto the field, to Legolas.
As I reached him, it took me by surprise when he pulled me into an embrace, not because of the gesture itself, but because of the way he did it. Legolas held my body tightly against his, his soaking jersey against my own drenched shirt, and without further hesitation, he pressed his lips to mine, our tongues touching and locking. My entire body moved with the rhythm of Legolas' pulsating kiss. After a few seconds, I pulled away in complete and utter disbelief, but he grabbed me, whirling me around and wrapping his arms around my waist, so that my back was firmly against his chest. My heart skipped a beat as Legolas began nuzzling the hollow behind my ear with his strong, Roman nose.
"I know the answer to my unspoken question," Legolas whispered softly, his words almost drowned out by the now pouring rain that was falling down around us, on us. "But you, yourself, told me that when I was ready to confess, I should take the woman I love in my arms and hold her. I love you. Do not judge me for that love, I beg of you." I pulled away. "And so it ends."
"No," I said. "Don't ever let it end...I love you." Legolas looked at me, and as I looked into his gorgeous, fern-green eyes, I saw a curtain of doubt lift from them, revealing to me all that I had ever wished to see. It seemed that for the first time, I could truly see into them, the very depths. I hadn't seen to Legolas' soul before because it was clouded from me by doubt and his secret love. But now, I could see the true Legolas, the whole Legolas, and I had never felt anything like this, anything like this complete love and euphoria as he slipped his arms back around my waist.
"Truly?" he asked hesitantly.
"And completely," I answered. Just then, the rest of the warriors surged around Legolas, and he was forced to let go of me, but caught my hand. I glanced up at him to see the truest smile on his face that I had ever seen on anyone's. I let go of his hand and let his teammates carry him away.