Even though there's already like a dozen fics like this, it would be greatly appreciated if could write an angsty Bawson fic where there's a team bonding/outing of some sort and jealous Mike makes an appearance :)
The tiniest of tiny drabbles!
I’m thinking of expanding /making it it’s own story so consider this a teaser.
(Not gonna post on ao3 until it’s more fleshed out)
He takes a deep breath and tells himself to be calm.
Mike isn’t the type of guy that gets into a lot of tussles with other ballplayers. He won’t start fights but he will end them; won’t charge the field first but will follow his teammates every time. As captain, he prefers to lead by example and he finds unnecessary and often immature violence during games to be just that: unnecessary and immature.
However, there are always exceptions to the rule and Mike is hurtling quickly towards outright violence.
If one more idiot dances with Ginny, touches her in every single way he’s day dreamed about for months, the beer bottle he’s currently clutching might just shatter under his grip.
He tries very hard to remind himself that Ginny is not his, he has no reason to be angry at all besides his incredibly childish jealousy. Ginny is not a toy, he doesn’t get to be mad that he’s not the only wants a turn with her. In all honestly he wants a complete monopoly of her time, but that’s an even more ridiculous notion than his growing jealousy.
It certainly doesn’t help that Ginny is well into her cups and dancing without a care; free, beautiful, and more gorgeous than a human being has any right to be.
Mike watches as she shakes off another suitor and shuffles and jigs her way back over to where a few of the Padres are seated. She plops down next to Mike, looking flushed and joyous.
“Having fun, Baker?“ He asks, hoping he doesn’t sound as disgruntled as he feels.
She squints at him and half smiles, screwing up her face and snorting at him.
“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice, Lawson,” she all but yells in his face, a serious look crossing her features before she cracks and starts giggling uncontrollably.
She keels over and rests her head on his shoulder as beautiful, snorting laughter escapes her. He feels warmed to his very core; the emotional roller coaster he’s been on since she walked into the club wearing skin tight jeans and a flowy top that made him want to creep his fingers up her sides, all of that beautiful brown skin so temptingly close and accessible.
One of her warm hands, feeling like pure fire through his jeans, lands on his thigh and he takes a very different kind of calming breath.
This is going to be a long night.