Alicia skips into the house, wearing a captain's hat, her shirt peeking out from a faux fur jacket and she giggles, throwing her arms around him from behind as he stares idly at his phone, trying to schedule some December dates. He pats her hand and leans back, kissing her on the mouth. "Someone's in a good mood," he murmurs, brushing his fingers up and down her wrist.

She beams. "Of course I am! I'm captain! It's so much fun, choosing my team." Pressing her fingers to his jaw, she holds his face in place while she kisses him lazily, nipping at his bottom lip. She squeaks when he puts his phone down and pulls her into his lap, his hands easing under her shirt, resting against her warm hips. "Missed me, huh?"

He smirks up at her. "I'm only gonna miss you more when you leave for Europe." She pouts down at him and leans forward, pressing her forehead to his, searching his eyes. "You gonna miss me?"

"Always," she hums, rubbing the back of his neck. "But we do have a few days before I have to go, so I'm all yours until then." She bats her eyes at him and he chuckles warmly, easing her closer before pressing kisses up and down her jaw, along her neck and throat. "So what are we doing? Yoga? Meditation? Hmm?"

His eyes gleam. "I have an idea." He eases her up and stands, gripping her hand. "Trust me?"

"Always," she says, blinking in shock when he drags her out of the house.

It's not very warm yet, but the sun is shining down upon them as they arrive at the field where he plays soccer, sometimes by himself, sometimes with whoever's wandering around. She swallows and shakes her head, thinking about his previous ankle injuries and how he still forces through it, determined to fight through everything to be as successful as he can be. She smiles slightly and kisses him, taking the ball from him and kicking it around for a few moments before kicking it cleanly into the net. She turns to look at him, a pleased flush crossing her face as he watches her, eyes dark with interest. "You like that, huh?"

He smirks. Collects the ball and kicks it around for awhile, showing off by sending it back and forth between his feet for a few moments, before twisting quickly and sending it rocketing into the net, Alicia exhaling harshly as the ball wooshes past her. "What'd you think of that?" he asks with a smug kind of gleam in his eyes and she laughs at him.

"I think we're gonna have to play against each other," she says, running around to the few people who'd been watching. Before long, they have a game going, a goalie on each net and two people playing for each team, Ricardo and his new teammate going against Alicia and some guy she's never seen before. The goalies are decent at defense, keeps balls from entering the nets more often than not, and before long, both teams are tied at 2-2.

They've been playing nearly an hour, and Ricardo is feeling it, aware that training is later so he doesn't want to be entirely wiped. "Next point ends it!" he calls out, smirking as the game immediately picks up, no one wanting to be on the losing team. The two additions to their game are on the opposite side of the field, running around, being absolutely ignored by Ricardo and Alicia, who are now focused on each other, Ricardo working to keep the ball away from her when she uses her long legs to kick the ball away from him, volleying it towards her teammate. "No!" Ricardo exclaims, trying to course correct and failing as the guy lunges and kicks the ball cleanly into the goal, getting the winning point.

"Yes!" Alicia squeals, hopping up and down. She runs forward, high-fives the guy and then rushes back to Ricardo, throwing her arms around him and nuzzling into his sweat soaked shirt, kissing him enthusiastically. "My luck has so changed! I keep winning everyhing!" She giggles and drops down to the ground, dancing in place as he laughs at her, unable to stay annoyed in the face of her happiness.

"I love you, Alicia," he murmurs.

"I love you too," she says happily, throwing her arms back around him, her fingers tangling in his long hair before pressing kisses to every inch of his face. "So much."

He doesn't even mind that everyone's watching them, Alicia's enthusiasm attracting a lot of attention. He just holds her, not wanting to let this moment go. Her happiness, some of which is caused by him, leaves him feeling needy. "Let's go home," he says, entangling their fingers. "Thanks for the game!" he calls to the other people still scattered around the field, leading her to the parking lot.

She brushes her nose against his and kisses him, eyes deep and intense. "We do have a lot of time to make up for before the European tour," she sighs.

"Yes, we do," he agrees, brushing her hair out of her eyes and softly kissing her cheek. "Let's get out of here."

She nods and runs to her side of the car, his eyes following her every movement as he wonders, not for the first time, how he ever got this lucky.