For Modern Day Lina and Fado this seems the perfect way to learn to like each other, lol. The tension just had to get out so that they can get to know each other in a calm mood. XD Love them.

This is an M-rated chapter. Rated for sex.

"Fine, why not."

Catalina hadn't seem too happy, but Fado wasn't surprised. They had started on a bad note; they had had a stupid misunderstanding and neither seemed to be able to accept the apology completely (she was always curt with him and snarky, and he couldn't help but reciprocate the feeling). She had only wanted to drop Aileen off at Hayden´s and then meet up with another friend of hers for a little game of basketball. She was already dressed for the game; sweatshirt and shorts. Fado´s gaze had immediately been drawn to her legs – her beautiful, strong legs that her shorts couldn't hide.

And then her friend had called and cancelled the game. Why Fado then had offered to play with her, he wasn't completely sure. It had been a spontaneous decision; he felt like playing (Hayden and Vigarde and seemingly everybody else was busy), he had time and he was shirking his coursework and therefore bored. The wrinkling of her nose had been cute but dismissive.

Fado sped to his and Vigarde´s apartment to change and a few minutes later he met Catalina in her car.

There he was now, listening to some rock music blaring from the radio and bobbing his head to the beats, while Catalina drove them to a public playing field at the edges of the town. They didn't talk during the drive, but Fado caught Catalina mumbling a few lyrics under her breath every now and then (during songs he liked and disliked – he couldn't condemn her choice of music completely).

When they finally entered the parking lot, two young men waved and jogged over. After they got out of the car, Catalina motioned to the blond guy. "That's Linus. He's in one of my maths courses and we've been playing baseball together for a few years." She gestured to the redhead next to him. "And that's Jared. He's our neighbour and damn good at basketball." Fado clapped hands with both of them.

"I'm Fado, an... acquaintance." He threw a look at Catalina as he slowly pronounced the last word. She rolled her eyes.

"He's a friend," she corrected him and walked past him, shoving him lightly with her shoulder. "And now lets play. I'm amped up about a little game."

"Alright," said Linus and put his arm around Catalina´s shoulder as they walked over to the benches at the other end of the playing field, where the basketball and two bags were lying. Catalina seemed to ignore his advance and immediately jogged away from him as she saw the ball. Fado threw an inquiring look to Jared; he only shrugged and crinkled his freckled nose.

The teams were quickly decided; Catalina insisted on playing against Fado (to see if he really was as good an athlete as he claimed) and Linus declared himself her partner before Fado or Jared could even open their mouths. Fado inwardly raised his eyebrows at Linus´ obvious (and slightly desperate) attempt to come closer to Catalina; she obviously ignored him (or didn't get it).

"We have the ball," Catalina said and grabbed the basketball tightly, then dribbled a few times before tossing it forcefully at Linus. He caught it easily.

"Alright," Fado answered, a grin spreading on his face. He was already getting impatient.

After five minutes into the game, Fado had to admit that he had underestimated Catalina. She was quick and had excellent reactions; she might not have his aim, but she had more power behind her throws than he had guessed from her build. She easily got away from him when he tried to steal the ball from her. His ambition hadn't been that tickled for a long time.

Fado barely noticed how the other two played – somehow he always managed to get Catalina as an opponent. And she was a tough opponent.

Fado dribbled, sidestepped Linus´ attack and sped towards the basket – his mind already calculated the distance between him and the basket, the strength needed and if he could make a slam-dunk. Out of nowhere, he suddenly saw a red flash to his right and Catalina almost bowled into him, snatching the ball from his hand, turning away – almost making a pirouette around him – and tossing the ball towards Linus.

"Hey!" Fado exclaimed out of surprise. She laughed at him and ran towards the other basket, raising her arms to signal Linus to pass the ball.

Suddenly there was a strange noise. The game came to a halt.

"That's my phone," Linus said, carelessly tossed the ball to Jared, who stood the closest to him, and jogged over to their bags. Catalina´s shoulders slumped and she sighed loudly. Breathing heavily, Fado watched Linus picking up his phone. While Linus seemed to get pulled into a heated discussion, Catalina walked over to Jared and asked him to give the ball to her. Fado´s gaze flickered over to them and he watched Catalina dribble; first normally, then as quick and low as she could, then she passed it between her legs and when Linus finally came over again, she was almost dancing with the ball.

"I'm sorry, guys. I have to go." He shook his head apologetically. "My boss just called. Some emergency. I have to go to work right now."

"Oh man," Catalina sighed and caught the ball.

"Jared, can you drive me?" Linus turned to the redhead.

"Sure." He threw an uncertain look at Catalina. She shrugged.

"No problem. We can hardly play with only three people." Jared smiled first at her, then at Fado.

"Come on, lets go. T'was nice to meet you." Linus waved to Fado and walked to the benches to get their bags. Jared shook hands with Fado before saying goodbye to Catalina and met Linus at the entrance of the parking lot. In a matter of seconds they had disappeared. Catalina sighed again, her shoulders still slumped, and turned to Fado.

"So, still wanna play?" he asked her before she could open her mouth. She blinked confused. "You can't play well with three people, but you can with two." He switched into a defensive position and smirked at her. "Or are you too tired?"

Catalina tsked and a competitive grin entered her face. "Watch your mouth. You will beg for mercy when I'm done with you."

"Hey, hey, I thought we wanted to play basketball, not have sex." A burst of laugher escaped Catalina before she could control herself.

"Bigmouth." She violently tossed the ball towards him; he caught it and tossed it back. She switched into an attack stance. "It's on," she whispered.

She stormed towards him, dribbling, and he followed her movements closely. She made a step to the left, then the right and back; he wasn't fooled and shifted simultaneously from side to side. Suddenly she jumped towards the left, turned so that her back was to him and tried to get around him. He caught her in his arms without touching her, trying to cut off her way. Catalina wasn't impressed and dribbled here and there to keep the ball out of his reach. Fado snatched at it, but didn't get it.

Suddenly Catalina stepped forward, out of Fado´s embrace, and spun around, aimed quickly and threw the ball high over his head. He twisted on his axis; her aim was perfect. Without hitting the board, the ball fell through the net.

"Yeah!" she yelled and pumped her fist in the air while Fado collected the ball. She grinned at him broadly.

"Luck," he retorted. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Pure skill." Fado hmph-ed and they switched places.

Without any delay, Fado attacked. Catalina caught him quickly – she had some difficulties to keep him captive because Fado was much stronger than her. He leaned back against her so that she couldn't see well and to mess up her balance. He felt her shift, her legs moving and skimming him, her chest pushing against his back as she strengthened her footing. His shirt clung to his back when he stormed to the left, around her, and threw the ball.

Fado grinned at her in triumph, but her back was turned to him; she didn't deign to give him the satisfaction of seeing her annoyance. He huffed and pouted for a second.

"Luck," she said when she turned, wrinkling her nose at him. Fado laughed.

"Of course!"

Fado couldn't count how many points they made nor did he know how long they were playing. He only knew that the more time was passing, the stickier his clothes grew and the harder it was to catch his breath. Both their chests were heaving greatly and they were gasping, but neither of them wanted to give up. Catalina´s eyes were ablaze with ambition – she wouldn't leave this field as the loser. Fado wouldn't either.

The air crackled between them as they assumed their positions again – it was hot and almost humid even though it was already late afternoon. Fado felt some tiredness creeping into his fingers and arms, but he fought and he wouldn't stop before Catalina.

She attacked and turned, almost bowling into him with her back. He gasped lightly at the touch. Her body was burning hot against his. Fado reached for the ball and touched it, but the feeling of rubber almost immediately disappeared. He growled and leaned closer, truly catching Catalina in his arms. The sweat on their bare arms seemed to mingle. In the next second, Fado felt a force against his chest and he stumbled a step back; Catalina had thrown herself backwards and half-turned. As she raised her arms and aimed, Fado plunged forwards to slap the ball from her hands.

He was too late; the ball was flying and he only caught her hands. He stumbled into her, instinctively pulling her in an embrace to stabilize both of them. Her breasts pressed against him and her ponytail clung to his sticky arm.

"Yes!" Catalina exclaimed and laughed. Fado turned and let go of her. The ball was bouncing away from them. "Got you." Her laugh sounded tired and she rested her hands on her hips, gasping for air. Fado wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, cleaning off some sweat.

"Yeah, you did." He turned to her. "You haven't won though." She tried to don an angry or dismissive expression, but she seemed mostly exhausted.

"I have." She stalked over to him, standing toe-to-toe with him, and straightened. "I have 23 points and you only 19." Fado stared back at her – he wouldn't let her win. This was not over. They were still for a moment, looking each other deep in the eye. It was still hot and sweat was dribbling down their backs. The air seemed to crackle again.

Fado suddenly noticed that Catalina´s eyes were piercing blue and there was a darker ring around her iris. Her lashes were long and thin. His breath stumbled and grew heavier. A familiar feeling clutched his stomach tight and then wandered downwards. His gaze flickered to her lips; they were average, her upper lip a bit bigger than her lower lip, though it wasn't particularly eye-catching. He found their slightly darker colour very pretty. And they seemed highly kissable.

The familiar feeling had arrived in his groin and sent shivers up his body. His gaze whipped up again and he looked her in the eye. They seemed to glow. Her mouth was slightly open and her breathing short.

For a second they stared and were completely motionless. Then suddenly Catalina yanked her arms upwards and around Fado´s neck, pulling him roughly to her, and smashed her lips against his. Almost in the same second Fado pulled her against him, slinging his arms around her waist.

They kissed hungrily and messily, skipping the modest-kissing-stage altogether, and Catalina let go of Fado´s neck to push her hands under his shirt and fondle his back and stomach. Fado took that as an invitation to explore her body as well. His hands wandered down her shorts to her ass; he squeezed it. It wasn't soft but muscular, just as the rest of her. After he had enough of her fine ass, his hands wandered upwards. He caressed her back – and groaned as Catalina finally lowered her hands into his pants and teased his dick – and pushed his searching fingers under her sports bra. Her breasts were small, a bit less than a handful, but it didn't matter – they felt wonderful against his palm.

Catalina suddenly pulled back – Fado didn't want to let her go away and snatched at her lips, placing a sloppy kiss on her chin; she tasted salty. "Wait," she said in a coarse and slightly shaky voice. "Not out in the open like this." Fado ignored her objection and pulled her close again, pressing his lips to hers. She returned the kiss, caressing his tongue, before she pulled away again. She was giggling now. "Fado, seriously. Let's go somewhere else." She pulled her hands from his shorts and stroked his cheeks.

"Alright," Fado murmured unwillingly. "Car?"

"No. I don't like car sex. Too uncomfortable." She kissed him between every word and pressed herself against him, rubbing her groin against his. Fado´s gaze flickered around, searching for a hideaway, and while he groped her ass again. Suddenly he spotted the public changing rooms to the left of them. He grinned and kissed Catalina deeply before pulling away and grabbing her hand.

"Come with me!" He dragged her behind him as he ran towards the building. Catalina was giggling, though she stopped surprised as Fado didn't enter the changing rooms but ran around to the back of the building. The playing field and changing rooms were at the edge of a light forest so behind the building was only wilderness. A few used tissues and cigarettes were lying here and there, partially hidden by leaves or twigs, but otherwise it was untouched.

Before Catalina could ask, Fado pressed her against the wall and kissed her. She moaned deeply as he stroked her tongue with his, caressed the roof of her mouth and fondled her thighs with his hands. Fado pulled away for a second to adjust his position and pull up her right leg so that their groins connected more directly. He groaned as he rubbed his half-erected penis against her.

Catalina gasped and pushed her hands under Fado´s shirt. "Shorts," she panted. Fado nodded hastily and pulled at the hem of her shorts as he sloppily kissed her neck. She gently scratched her fingernails over his back as his hands glided down her thighs. She stepped out of her shorts and kicked them away as Fado quickly yanked down his own.

"Come here," Catalina whispered, grabbed Fado´s face and turned it towards her to kiss him again. Fado immediately pressed against her, now feeling her pubic hair tickling the sweaty skin of his legs. His right hand shot downwards to feel her; she was wet and ready. He grinned into their kiss. He felt her smile back. He moved, opening his legs a bit to stand more firmly, and grabbed Catalina´s buttocks with both hands. Catalina leaned back to catch her breath and smile. With a grunt, Fado hoisted her on his hips – she clutched her legs around him as soon as she was at the right height.

Fado felt the tip of his penis gliding over her opening and getting coated with her juice. Catalina ran her hand over his neck and grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck. Fado entered her – she groaned in pleasure and gently pulled at his hair. "Nice," she breathed. Fado latched at her lips again, kissing her deeply, and started thrusting. Their pace was quick and desperate; Fado slammed hard and Catalina wasn't gentle either. She jerked her hips against him as best as she could from her position.

Fado ran his hands over her hips, down to her ass and squeezed it, almost massaging it. Catalina seemed to like it since she moaned every time he pressed his fingernails against her skin. Soon, far too soon, Fado felt himself growing weak – they had played too long and hard earlier. A frustrated groan slipped past his lips into Catalina´s mouth. It seemed to motivate her and suddenly Fado was the one receiving tongue caresses. Her tongue dancing against his made him shiver and the familiar pressure against the base of his balls grew strong.

Fado shifted suddenly, changing the position of his hands so that he could hold Catalina with one hand and sneak the other between them. He quickly found what he was looking for; when his middle finger graced her clitoris, Catalina moaned happily and tilted her hips so that he had better access. Fado grinned into the kiss and shifted his hand again, pulling open her labia. She gasped surprised as his groin connected with her clitoris at every thrust. Throwing her head back and biting her lips, she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Yes," she whispered and grasped Fado tightly, pressing her fingernails into his skin. The pain was dancing on the border between pleasure and discomfort and sent jolts to Fado´s balls. His thrusts grew frantic as the urge to let go became unbearably high. Suddenly he felt Catalina clenching around him, her gasp mingling with moans. The pressure on his balls seemed to explode and with a last jerk of his hip, he came.

Gasping for air, they stayed like that for a moment to get down from their lustful high. Fado rested his head on her shoulder – her skin was still hot. He felt Catalina shift and she pushed against his shoulders. Fado set her down carefully.

"That was nice," she said breathlessly.

"Yeah." He nodded and went to pick up and put on his shorts. In the corner of his eyes he saw that she did the same.

"Puh, I need a shower now." There was laughter in her voice as she checked her hair and smiled at him.

"Definitely." He grinned. She slapped his shoulder, still smiling, and walked back to the playing field. Fado hastened after her, his eyes glued to her behind, which she was swinging much more pronounced than before. They quickly gathered the basketball and Catalina´s purse and then walked back to the car.