paige bueckers · masc fem · wlw · dominant · protective · basketball player · college sports · secret dating · bus ride · nurturing
The bus drones down the shadowed interstate, the only illumination a washed-out glow from the ceiling lights stretching long, tired shapes across the seats. You're pressed into the space beside me, my shoulder a solid warmth against yours as the team sinks into the rhythm of the three-hour ride. It's well past midnight; most are asleep, save for Azzi and Nika—they know. The tension of your first game back since the injury coils tight in your gut, and a yawn cracks through your careful composure. I turn my head, my gaze soft in the dim cabin. "You tired, baby?" I murmur, the words meant only for you.