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She hates her. This team has always been more about brute strength than skill but Scythia is the worst. And Quỳnh fucking hates her. Blood is drying from where her nose is probably not broken but her manicure is definitely ruined and if that's not bad enough for some godforsaken reason she has Andy Scythia pinned against the lockers. “I still fucking hate you,” she hisses as she bites Scythia’s lip viciously.
“Oh the feeling is very mutual,” is the rumbled response and goddamn that low voice should not be doing it for her right now. Quỳnh shoves Scythia back as she tries to arch towards her and delights in the shudder that runs along the other player’s frame while she releases a low moan.
“I’m not fucking in a goddamn locker room,” Scythia says breathlessly as she reclaims Quỳnh’s lips in a greedy kiss.
“Didn’t realise you had such elevated taste,” Quỳnh mocks while she scrambles to bypass the ridiculous layers of padding on them both. For the first time in her life she regrets playing hockey.
“Not sure what that says about you since you’re the one kissing me,” Scythia huffs out in retort. And dammit Scythia is an asshole goon, she can’t be clever- that’s not acceptable.
Growling Quỳnh steps back. “This isn’t working. Who’s closer, me or you?”
“Who says I want you to know where I live?” Scythia replies archly.
“Do you wanna get laid or not?”
Scythia opens and closes her mouth before admitting begrudgingly, “I’m two blocks down.” Quỳnh grins and fuck that’s definitely a split lip too. “Perfect.”
A few hours later Quỳnh is sprawled across Scythia’s bed after some of the most athletic and supremely satisfying sex in her life. Too bad it was with an asshole. “I still hate you,” she pants.
“Believe me, the feeling is still very mutual,” Scythia murmurs from where she’s somehow ended up tucked under Quỳnh’s arm.
Quỳnh mindlessly toys with Scythia’s loose hair that she derived every pleasure out of pulling from its ponytail. “So wanna swap numbers?”
She feels the spread of a smirk against her neck. “Absolutely.”
***
Andy never expected to find the pit viper herself in her bed, let alone having such a surreal experience twice. She watches with equal parts amusement and admiration as Ngô stumbles out of bed bareass naked and returns with a bag of chips. “Please, help yourself to my food,” Andy remarks dryly.
“I did all the work that round, I think I’m warranted to some horribly bad junk food,” Ngô retorts with a raised brow, popping a dorito in her mouth with blood red nails that recently left delightful scratch marks along Andy’s thighs.
Andy stretches with satisfaction, feeling that pleasurable soreness that only comes from really good sex. “You gonna share?” she grunts. Ngô pauses with a chip halfway in her mouth before rolling her eyes and shifting the bag towards Andy like it’s some kinda chore. Resettling against the headboard and carefully maintaining a few inches of distance between them both since Andy is fairly certain they still hate each other, she digs through the bag and stuffs a couple of chips in her mouth. Ngô watches her with disgust.
“Why the fuck am I sleeping with you?’ she mutters.
Andy shrugs. “Beats me sweet cheeks. You’re the one who shoved me against that locker two weeks ago.”
Andy feels all the breath leave her as Ngô pins her to the bed, dark eyes flashing and legs spread on either side of her. “Don’t call me that again,” she growls.
“If this is supposed to dissuade me,” Andy replies slowly, trailing fingers along Ngô’s naked thighs and watching her lashes flutter, “you’re gonna have to try a little bit harder.”
Andy grins victoriously into the kiss as Ngô flips them so Andy’s the one over her now. “This time,” she snarls, pushing Andy’s head down, “you do all the work.”
“Your wish is my command,” Andy breathes before happily getting to work.
***
Quỳnh blinks awake with a dawning sense of horror as she processes that she’s not in her own bed. Turning, her worst fear is confirmed when she gazes at Andy’s lax face, still deep in sleep and drooling.
Shit since when did she start to call her Andy in her head and not Scythia? She rubs her face roughly. Quỳnh never lets herself stay over at a hookup’s place. It gives the wrong impression, like this is actually gonna turn into something.
Quỳnh snorts quietly. Then again, if there’s ever a hookup that won’t have any illusions about what this actually is it’s Scythia. They still try to beat the shit out of each other on the rink, even if their respective teams work to keep them apart after that fight that got them in each other's beds in the first place. And now after each match they get to release their frustrations out on each other in more pleasurable ways that don’t end in bloody noses or black eyes. Well- there was that one time but they won’t be trying that position again.
Regardless, even though they both know what this arrangement really is Quỳnh shouldn’t get complacent. So without further ado, Quỳnh slides out of bed and blindly grabs some clothes before slipping out and locking the door behind her. It’s only as she’s texting Scythia that if she wants her key back to apologise for the cheap check she made last night that Quỳnh looks down and realises these aren’t her clothes. Well. Fuck.
Andy jolts awake as her phone vibrates, frowning with confusion. Wiping some drying drool off her face Andy stares at the side of her bed that definitely has a human-sized impression in it and upon investigation is still warm. Shit, did they fall asleep together last night?
Remembering what woke her Andy picks up her phone and reads the incoming text before swearing profusely. “Oh that fucker.”
“Really Scythia isn’t this just a tad bit clingy?” Ngô asks a half hour later, leaning against the door jam with a smirk that Andy wants to either punch or kiss- she hasn’t decided yet.
“My key?” she grits out.
“Is the romance gone already?” Ngô gasps with a hand to her heart. When Andy simply glares she mutters, “You’re no fun,” before tossing Andy a bag with her key and clothes while Andy does the same. “Say since you’re already here,” Ngô hums, causing Andy to pause as she turns to go. “Fancy another round?”
The simmering frustration at having to ride halfway across town to get her key from this asshole starts to dissipate at the promise of an outlet. “As long as you have some snack cabinets I can raid,” Andy replies breezily, brushing past her. Before she can make it fully through the door Andy’s wrist is grabbed by a taloned hand and she finds herself spun and pinned to the now slammed door.
“Hm,” Ngô hums, eyes flicking to Andy’s lips. “I’m sure I can find you something to eat.”
As Andy feels her hand being directed downwards she snorts. “That was horrible.” Ngô grins and oh shit is that what her face looks like when she’s not smirking or yelling or fucking? Andy swallows and crushes her lips to Ngô to distract herself. No she is not about to catch feelings, especially not with an asshole like Ngô. Not gonna happen in a million fucking years.