Couple’s sports day.

The ticket scanner beeps and the staff waves Erik through and then Vi, she smiles sweetly at him.

“He was staring at my tits, by the way,” Vi says as she links her fingers through Erik’s.

“Damn, I’m going to go beat him up.” Erik replies jovially, getting a laugh from Vi, he looks around the concourse as the couple weaves through the crowd.

“Are you excited babe? That the season is starting?” Vi asks, passing by the bar and food stalls inside the stadium.

“Yeah. I like summer, but there’s no soccer to watch.”

“Awww my poor baby.” She coos, leaning her arm against his as they walk past other couples.

“And.” Erik starts, glancing down at his girlfriend, wearing a soccer jersey that she’s tucked into her jeans, the tight material wrapping around her chest and accentuating her erotic silhouette. “You look so hot in a jersey.” Erik gags playfully, “Even if it’s the wrong team.”

She laughs loudly, snorting at the end slightly, “Sorry babe, have to stay loyal to this team.”

“You’re not even from here. You moved here for this Uni too.” Erik laughs. To which, she shrugs.

“I liked the colour, and they also beat my hometown team so it seemed obvious.” She laughs.

She glances up at him, innocently asking, “I told you one of my friends back home introduced me to soccer right? It was one of the only things my Dad let me go to, even though it was with a boy!”

Erik rolls his eyes, “Uh huh, uh huh. The same guy you had a crush on but never dated was it?”

She smirks teasingly, “Jealous babe? United keep a special place in my heart.” She glances forward, Erik can spot the smirk on her face, “Right next to Johan.”

Erik groans playfully, “God, it’s gonna be so good when we smash you tonight.”

“Ha! Please. The knight’s haven't beat us in like, what? 8 games in a row? Almost three seasons.”

“This year is our year.” Erik says, “Also, 9 games, it won’t get to 10.”

She giggles as taps the badge on Erik’s chest, “Must be hard being a serial loser.”

“This is just getting into bullying territory!” Erik replies playfully, feigning insult.

Vi can only giggle as she drags him to the food stall for some chicken and chips.

—

Erik leaps to his seat, arms in the sky as the Knights score the opening goal, grinning down at Vi who is running her hands down her face, “It’s our year! I told ya!”

She shakes her head, slumping in the chair, avoiding eye contact with Erik as she sulks, “That was so shit! He fucking slipped!” She points at the defender in the red shirt, “Horrific!”

—-

It’s Erik’s turn to sulk, Vi jumps to her feet, swinging her scarf above her head as United grab an equaliser halfway through the second half.

“Still on for the win!” Erik remarks up at her, ass still in his seat, “That was so against the run of play, you guys have looked so bad so far.”

She grins down at him, sticking her tongue out at him, “Conceding against the bad team? That makes you bad-*eee*er!”

—-

The blue cladded knights player does a knee slide towards the corner flag as the away section-of the stadium erupts, Erik jumping along, arm around the stranger Knights fan sitting to his right, cheering loudly as Vi groans, throwing her hand up in frustration before letting them fall onto her face, covering her eyes. The Knights number 11 stealing the win at the ****, minute 3 of the 4 minutes extra time, a stunning curler into the top right corner of the net from just outside the box.

Erik turns to Vi, “BRRAAAAAZIIIILLLL!”, Vi rolls her eyes in response, the number 11 standing now sends out air kisses towards the crowd, the Brazilian import making an excellent first impression.

——

“We’re going invincible this season, I don’t know what to tell you.” Erik grins at Vi as they get back to his apartment, her overnight bag slinged over his shoulder.

“We were so shit, I can’t believe that.” She shakes her head, making her way to Erik’s fridge, “Our whole thing was defence, what happened?”

“Your defenders are just getting slow, I think. You’re playing with wing backs but one of them is like 36.”

“Yeah I guess.” She sighs, grabbing a can of coke for herself and Erik, she trduges across the apartment and nuzzles into Erik, her knees coming up to her chest, as she form herself into a comfortable ball.

Erik puts an arm around her and turns the TV on, “Movie?”

“Yes please.” She says softly, Erik glances down, he can see her eyes already starting to flutter.

“You suuuuure? maybe soemthing non commitall?”

She looks up at him with her eyes, not moving her head from her self made hole, “Why?” She whines softly.

“You’re going to sleep as soon as it starts.”

“Nuh uh…” She says, clearly suppressing a yawn.

“How about Over the hedge?”

“Souuuuuunds great heheheh.” She replies, nuzzling deeper into Erik’s side.

The movie starts and Erik leans back into the couch, holding Vi tightly as her breathing starts to even out within the firs half an hour of the movie.

Erik looks down at her with a smile on his face, he sits up and decides to just watch the movie, it’s a childhood classic.

—

“Babe.” She pushes him softly, the credits playing on the TV, Vi yawning heavily. “We both fell asleep. Let’s go to bed.” She pushes him gently again, failing to summon any real strength into her pushes. She lets her head fall onto his chest and she gazes up at him, his peaceful breathing interrupted with a light snore every couple of breathes. She smiles as she watched him for a bit, putting a hand on his cheek she stares, caressing gently.

She snuggles up on his chest and places light kisses on his cheek, his forehead, his nose and then his lips, and she continues the pattern into he finally rouses.

“Huh?” He says gravelly, his hand twitching as he gets his bearings.

“Bed time pleaseeeee.” She says softly, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the bedroom door.

Erik nods, completely out of it, he manages to turn the TV off and arm in arm they drag their feet into the carpeted bedroom. Vi pulls of the jersey from earlier and her jeans. She picks up one of Erik’s shirts and throws it over her head. She collapses on the bed and worms her way under the blankets and almost instantly starts snoring lightly.

Erik follows suit, stripping his own clothes off and climbing into bed shirtless. Something he only does with Vi, she’s akin to a portable heater when under the covers. Vi in her half asleep state wriggles towards him and puts her head on his chest and snuggles in again. Erik closes his eyes and lets himself start to fall asleep, his nostrils taking in the lavender smell of Vi’s hair shampoo.