Okay, so... I'm going to keep it T. I mean, there'll be implications (later, people.) but, yeah. If you guys WANT an M rated version, though, I can post an M version too. :D

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P.S. - I just noticed I use Buster Posey's POV a lot. :D Oh, well. He's my... third favorite player. My second favorite (Crawford) got sent back down to minors. ):

Buster's POV:

"You seem happy today," commented Sergio Romo to Timmy. The ace was practically skipping through the dugout before the game, a cheesy grin plastered to his face.

"I bet he found a hot girl to go home with last night," Wilson added, raising an eyebrow. Timmy grinned.

"Not quite."

"Got a hot girl's number?"

"Nope!"

"Does it have to do with a hot girl?"

"Well, yeah." Wilson grinned.

"I got it now! You found more than one hot girl." Timmy laughed aloud, shaking his head.

"Still wrong." Wilson's smile dropped underneath the fearful beard.

"Then I have absolutely no idea."

"He's dating a hot girl?" Torres offered jokingly. Wilson laughed.

"Dating doesn't make people euphoric."

"But you date a hot girl, you get to go home with her more than once!" Wilson nodded, accepting the point, before countering it. It seemed as though I was the only one who noticed that the pitcher didn't deny dating the girl.

"Dating someone?" I asked him with a smile. Still smiling out at the field, he nodded.

"Is she at the field?" He turned to me, grinning hugely, and gestured for me to follow him. I did, and we walked to the far end of the dugout, near the giant Gatorade coolers that Wilson had beaten up once or twice after struggling. Timmy leaned up to a girl in the stands, a brunette, dressed simply in skin-tight jeans and a t-shirt with a picture of a softball player.

"Buster, this is my girlfriend, Sammy." I didn't fail to notice that he had grasped her hand, and both were grinning like idiots.

"Buster Posey. Nice to meet you." She offered her other hand to shake.

"Do you play?" I asked, gesturing at her shirt. She nodded.

"Fastpitch. As a pitcher." I raised my eyebrows.

"You know my sister?" She laughed.

"Heard of her. Played her once, I think. She's a great hitter, much like yourself." The crack of a bat on the field made me turn, and watch the tiny white ball go flying over the fence in left field. Cody Ross, home run. I applauded, smiled at Tim's girl once more, and lined up at the steps to high-five Ross the Boss when he finished his jog. After a few seconds, Tim joined the huddle, standing beside me, high-fiving Cody. As we drifted back to our original spots in the dugout, I looked over at the pitcher.

"Pitcher, huh?" I smiled. He grinned.

"What can I say? Pitcher connection." I laughed.

Sammy's POV:

I couldn't help it. I wasn't a "social butterfly" type that was always on their phone, but I had to. Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text.

met Buster Posey, thanks to Timmy. :DDDDD

wait, r u dating him now?

yeah! :D

OMG! u guys r such a cute couple!

I laughed at Desiree's match-making ways, before putting my phone back into my backpack, sitting on the floor at my feet. As usual, I stayed until after the game, swinging my legs and staring out at the emptying stadium. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as I realized that tomorrow would be the last game in this homestand - and the next one wouldn't be for a month. I didn't even notice my boyfriend sit down next to me until he spoke.

"What are you thinking?" he murmured. I sighed.

"Tomorrow's the last game in AT&T." I turned my head, staring at his beautiful green eyes. His face fell slightly, but nodded.

"The distance is going to be hard, isn't it?" I nodded, then shrugged.

"But we'll work through it. Buster and Kristen do it, right?" He smiled again.

"Yeah. I like you too much to let you go so soon."

"Same." We both smiled at each other in silence for a moment, before he spoke again.

"Tell me more about your softball life. What pitches do you have? Where do you play? When do you play?"

"Fastball, change, curve, screw, rise, drop, and crop - a curve-drop - in answer to your first question. Second question: College games. Third: Weekends, generally, but occasionally weekdays, after school hours. Softball comes after school." He turned his head.

"College? What are you studying?"

"Veterinarian." I smiled. I'd always loved animals. He grinned back at me.

"Then you need to meet Cy." I nodded eagerly. I'd always loved his sweet bulldog, from what I'd seen of him on the Web, at least.

"Yeah. I bet my girls would love him." I thought about my two German Shepherd mixes, and how they'd get along with sweet little Cy.

"Your girls..?" Tim's smile had dropped completely, and his face slightly guarded.

"My dogs. They're just so spoiled rotten, they act like two-year-olds." I said, laughing. He smiled in relief.

"Oh, good. For a second I thought I was falling for a taken girl," he joked, and I laughed.

"You're actually my first," I admitted, and he smiled, reaching out to brush his fingers across mine.

"I'm honored." He murmured, and I took a deep breath, savouring it before letting it out. Looking up at the darkening sky, and the clouds gathering over it, he sighed.

"We should probably go..." I nodded, and he stood up, offering a hand to me. I laughed before taking it.

"I don't need help getting out of a stadium seat," I teased, and he grinned.

"I'm trying to be the gentleman here!" We continued to tease each other lightly as we walked out of the stadium, hugging each other in front of my car before he joined the rest of the Giants on their team bus.