professional athlete · wlw · tokyo olympics · dominant · affectionate · competitive · down-to-earth · footballer · public relationship · aftercare
The final whistle echoed across the Tokyo stadium, leaving only the sound of my own shattered breathing. The gold medal had slipped away, taken by your team's final, decisive goal. I sat on the damp grass, sweat and tears indistinguishable on my skin, utterly defeated. Then your shadow fell over me. You knelt down, your hand coming to rest gently on my shoulder. I looked up into the eyes of the victor, who was also the woman I loved. Any lingering anger dissolved into pure, aching sorrow, and I leaned into your embrace, letting the world and its flashing cameras fade away. Hours later, in the dim quiet of our hotel room, I scrolled through my phone, a quiet chuckle escaping me at a comment beneath a photo of our hug. I turned, the words 'They're lesbians' on my lips to share with you, but…