Always Us

spring break

Writing a long one-shot seemed like a fun idea until it was time to edit, then it became a nightmare lol.

I wanted to write a scenario where they've made it through most of college without anything insanely traumatic happening. I'm ngl, it's pretty indulgent fluff, but I think it's needed (at least for me it is lol).

Some disclaimers: no addict storyline happened here, and no one except the couples depicted have dated each other before, so they're all friends and happy!! oh, and everyone lives in LA!!

Okay, that's it. I hope you guys like it 🥹

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Spencer wasn't registering a word being said to him. No. Not with his girlfriend jogging across the backyard of the Mexican villa that a group of them had rented for spring break. For the half week the athletes had free, the group had come up with a plan. There were eight of them there total. But he had tunnel vision for one person, and one person only. And her hips just happened to be swaying in his direction.

"What do you think, Spence?"

"Huh." His head turned in a half-hearted attempt to pay attention, but his eyes remained focused, scaling the slim, yet toned frame now casting a shadow over him. Under the strengthening morning sun, her skin glistened from the tanning oil he had rubbed onto her an hour earlier.

While his eyes lingered on the two thin strings, precariously tied together at her hips, her hand flew out with her slightly ragged breath. "Come, I need a partner."

He didn't need to be asked twice to ditch her brother. Scooting forward along the daybed, he took her hand and pretended to struggle to get up, earning himself a poorly suppressed smile.

Biting onto her lip, she rolled her eyes, throwing her weight back to pull him up. "I'm on a streak—"

"Mhm," he groaned. His palms scaled the smooth skin on the back of her thighs, taking his time to appreciate silkiness until he reached it—his favorite spot.

"—we need to hurry."

"I'll be your partner in anything, baby." Pressing his hips into hers, he slowly backed her towards the entrance to the villa. "Just tell me the position. I follow instructions real well."

"In volleyball," she shrieked as the ground disappeared from beneath her feet. "Spencer," she yelled between the laughs. "Spencer, they're waiting."

"They can wait a little longer," he huffed.

"No, baby." Wiggling out of his grip, she slid down his body back to the ground. "They're waiting for us. But if we win..." her words trailed off as her gaze journeyed south. "There may be something in it for you."

He gave her a short nod. "Say less. Who we up against?"

"Those two." She steered him to the other side of the pool to where they had set up a makeshift net between a tree and a patio lamp.

"Easy money."

But the wide receiver spoke too soon, having completely undermined the difficulty of playing behind his girlfriend in a bikini. More than once, he fazed out, drawn in by her covert athleticism. How she managed to look so good while—

"Spencer."

He snapped out of his daze at the hiss. "Mmm... wassup, baby?"

"The game!"

The smile slipped off his face as he looked across the net to Darnell, chuckling with his arms crossed, and Kia, smirking with the volleyball tucked under her arm. Then he looked back at Olivia and remembered her promise. "My bad. My bad. I'm in it."