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Fic!Tennis: Grass is Always Greener, Part 3
Brittany and I are not even trying to keep ourselves contained. At least we have a road map and we’re not wandering in the dark. So this is part 3, hopefully the last of it. If you need to catch up, here’s Part 1, here’s Part 2, and here’s the gif that started it all.
Tugging him into a small gap in the press of bodies, she turned to him and threw her arms around his neck. She watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, then put his hands on her waist, holding her nearly arms length away from him. He swayed subtly to the beat.
Shaking her head at him, she tightened her hold on him, pulling herself tighter against him. The heels brought her a little closer to his height, close enough that with her body pressed to his, her lips brushed his ear as she murmured, “You’ll find your feet at the end of your legs. You may care to move them.”