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mignolendler · 9 years ago

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The Greatest Fall

So I’ve been writing a bit of fanfiction lately but haven’t had the courage to publish anything yet. Then the other week I jokingly said I’d write fanfiction regarding this gif set of two handball players who accidently fell on top of each other in a somewhat compromising position.

One of my favourite (if not favourite) tumblr users gave me an encouraging message, so here it is. I dedicate this to sh-inik. Forgive any typos or mistakes.

This is completely not true, figment of my imagination, and if Sofie and Nycke ever find this, please know it’s completely jokingly and I respect you both.

…

It’s everywhere.

Like, absolutely everywhere.

Nycke flicks through one website after the other and sinks deeper and deeper into the couch.

“Ugh, oh my God…”

There’s an entire Reddit page with hundreds of comments. People are even comparing them to anime characters.

And the comments, the comments are outrageous.

Nycke scans through them, blushing hard at some of them.

Now kiss kiss kiss

Wow, the blonde sure goes down easy.

I bet they fucked after this.

If all handball games were like this I’d watch more!

She groans again and pushes the laptop away, pulling her legs up and burying her head into her knees. She really hates the internet sometimes. For 8 years she’d played handball, she’d moved to Denmark from Holland and created a career for herself. She was good and had quickly become one of the most talked about players in Denmark. Yet this one fall, “the greatest fall ever” apparently, is what shoots her to international fame. One embarrassing moment that makes the world take notice. She’s pissed. Why can’t she be recognised for her talent? No, of course not, that’s not headline news, people don’t care about female handball players. What they care about is pretty girls on top of each other.

Again she cringes at the memory. How had she managed to land in such a compromising position? And grabbed the poor girls boob? Really! How is it even possible?

Then she thinks about the girl. After the match she’d shook her hand, ignored eye contact and blushed furiously. Luckily that wasn’t caught on camera. Nycke lifts her head and starts to bite her nails, thinking again about the girl. Her name was Sofie. She was younger than her and newer to the game, although Nycke had heard about this explosive new talent and was actually looking forward to meeting her and playing against her. She’d never in her wildest dreams thought she would end up between her legs. Her long, strong legs, tanned after a unseasonably warm summer in Denmark. Her breasts, one firm below Nyckes hand. The briefness of the moment hadn’t stopped Nycke from noticing how perfectly Sofies breast had fit in her hand. The memory burned in her mind, in her hand and further below, where she could feel a warmth spread and a kick in her stomach.

“Oh, get over yourself Nycke”.

She berates herself and gets up to take a cold shower. A long cold shower.

…

Sofie scrolls down her Instragram feed, mindlessly liking photos but not really taking them in. A few minutes earlier she’d fool-heartedly looked up Cornelia Groot, or Nycke, as her friends apparently called her. At first she hadn’t found her. Already relinquished to the task, she’d scrolled through the Eurohandball website where she’d found Cornelias profile and in it her nickname. With this new information she’d typed the name quickly into Instagram and found her. Then she had exited the app on her phone and thrown it across her bed, lying back with a sigh and rubbing her eyes.

“What are you doing?”

She’d lain like that for a while. Thinking about that fateful fall that had placed a gorgeous blonde between her legs, which now had over a million views on YouTube. In the week following, her friends had sent countless messages with gif sets, replays and comments about it. All jokingly of course, but Sofie hadn’t been able to get Nycke out of her head.

So now, here she was, lying on her bed affectively stalking any social media she could find. Her hand slowly reached out for her phone again. And after attempting to distract herself, she gave in and searched Nyckes name again. There weren’t many images, but in all of them she looked stunning. Her long blonde hair continually perfect and her bright blue-grey eyes shining. She had a big smile, with white straight teeth and Sofie remembered the cute grin she’d flashed Sofie when she’d picked her up off the court and apologised for their fall. The rest of the match they’d continually bumped into each other and lingered for a fraction too long. Although they hadn’t said a word after the match, Sofie had seen the shy smile Nycke had given her when they shook hands. Nyckes hand, which had been on Sofies breast, those long elegant fingers. Thinking of them, Sofie wondered what else those hands were capable of besides playing excellent handball.

“Oh man, what are you doing Sofie?!”.

She got up and grabbed her training gear, changing quickly and blasting her exercise playlist on her iPod, as she ran through the door for a jog. A long jog.

…

Nycke sits by the kitchen counter in her best friends apartment. There’s some kind of cocktail in front of her. Apparently it’s a sea breeze, but to Nycke it looks more like garnished swamp water. Lise however has gulped down at least two and is actively trying to get her friend enthused for a Saturday night out.

“Come on Nycke! You keep saying you want to go out more and meet people not in your ballgame world”.

“Handball Lise, I know you’re not overly interested in sports but you could at least get my career straight after 8 years of friendship”.

Nycke had met Lise in the first month she’d moved to Denmark. She’d impulsively gone out to a bar alone one night. She’d headed to a well known cocktail bar in the city; all sleek surfaces, low lighting and sexy house music. As Nycke scanned the cocktail list, she heard the voice of the bartender asking her for her order. When she looked up, there stood Lise. Lise was the definition of cute, barely 5'4, petite with tousled short blonde hair and big brown eyes that lit up when she smiled. Lise had spent the remainder of the night mixing all sorts of ingredients into the most delicious cocktails Nycke had ever tasted. They had quickly become friends after, with Lise knowing almost everyone in the city; from DJ’s to radio presenters to sports stars. Her bubbly personality was infectious and everyone seemed to gravitate towards her. Nycke felt truly blessed to be counted as one of her nearest and dearest.

Except for today. When all she wanted was to change into sweatpants, heat up some popcorn and settle in on her couch with a good book.

“Oh come on honey, all you’ve been doing lately is training. Now drink up, put on your party shoes and lets head over to this shindig”

Nycke couldn’t contain her smile at Lise’s enthusiasm. Lise quickly caught onto Nyckes weakening willpower and squealed with excitement.

“Alright Lise, calm down. Where are we going anyway?” Nycke said as she succumbed to the drink in front of her, which despite its off putting appearance, tasted fabulous.

“Well..” Lise expelled, hopping onto the bar stool next to her.

“It’s this new DJ in town, he’s hired out an entire warehouse to showcase his new record and it’s invite only, so of course yours truly scored one for herself and her superstar ballgame best friend”.

She smiled as if she’d just offered Nycke her left kidney.

“Who knows Nycke, maybe there will be a lucky someone there wanting to be swept of their feet”

This time Lise waggled her eyebrows finishing with a suggestive wink. And for some unknown reason Nycke instantly thought of Sofie. She hadn’t stopped thinking about her the whole week, even cancelled plans with some friends the Wednesday before just to stay home and watch Sofie’s team play. All of this was something she hadn’t mentioned to Lise yet, since she knew her friend would probably know Sofies parents and within a few weeks have organised a wedding. Pushing the thought out of her head she gave her friend a playful shove and downed the remainder of her drink.

“Alright cupid, let’s get going”.

“Yay!”

Lise shrieked and threw her arms around a laughing Nycke.

…

Sofie weaved her way through the crowd, managing to expertly avoid an elbow from knocking her drink out of her hand. She knew she shouldn’t be drinking halfway through a season, but Wednesdays win and their bye next week meant she couldn’t refuse a much needed night out with her girlfriends. Especially when it involved tickets to the most sought out event of the season. Although she hadn’t heard of the DJ, she had grasped by her overexcited friends that it would be a party to not miss out on. So she’d chucked on her favourite little black dress topped off with converse shoes for easy dancing. She needed a good night out. It had been too long in between and she’d spent all week frustrated over a girl who she barely knew. A gorgeous tall blonde nonetheless.

So as she scanned the crowd looking for her friends she was shocked to see them standing in conversation with none other than said tall gorgeous blonde. As she stood rooted to the spot, Nycke glanced up and caught her eye. A mix of disbelief and anxiety filled Sofie, followed quickly by a sudden desire which grasped her insides at the slow smile forming on Nyckes lips. Sofie awkwardly waved back and then almost hit herself in the face for such an adolescent move. She steeled her nerves and forced herself forward.

“Hey girl hey!”

Sofies friend Kate threw her arm around her shoulders.

“There you are, we found ourselves a fellow ball player! This is Nycke and her friend Lise”

Sofie smiled at the cute blonde who’s arm was looped through Nyckes and felt a jolt of jealousy which she quickly pushed down as she extended her hand in greeting.

Lise looked at the hand briefly, then pulled Sofie in for a firm hug.

“It’s so nice to meet the only girl Nycke would dare to fondle in public”

Her comment relating to last weeks game brought a round of laughter to the group and Sofie tried to give an easy laugh too but felt it was constrained. She dared a glance at Nycke who had turned a adorable shade of red, which made Sofie feel all fuzzy inside again.

“Lise! I can’t take you anywhere… Sorry Sofie. My friend her seems to have left her good manners at home”

Nycke glared down at her friend, who beamed up at Nycke. As the two friends stared each other down, Sofie took a moment to appreciate Nycke. She looked effortlessly sexy. Tight black jeans showing off her long toned legs with a loose black singlet that gave a small glimpse to the dark purple lacy bra underneath. Damn. Sofie tore her eyes away from Nyckes body and looked back up into her face, seeing a small smile playing on Nyckes lips indicating her oggling hadn’t gone unnoticed. She cleared her throat and did her best not to blush.

‘Would you like a drink? I’m about to get a refill”.

Before Nycke could respond, Lise jumped in;

“Ooo yes, I know the bartender so I’ll come with and sort us out some delicious treats”

Lise apparently missed the quick glare Nycke gave and all but pulled Sofie and Nycke along, stopping several times to greet her numerous acquaintances inside the warehouse, which was quickly becoming cramed with people.

“Your friend seems to know a lot of people”

Sofie said as she manoeuvred through the crowd behind Nycke, trying her best not to stare at that magnificent butt.

“Yeah, she’s pretty popular, I met her when I first moved here and we’ve been best friends ever since. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have half the social life I do and certainly wouldn’t be here right now”.

Nycke shot a smile over her shoulder at Sofie, who smiled back. Happy to hear Lise was her best friend and nothing more.

As they approached the bar a coupled of Hugo Boss looking guys appeared seemingly out of nowhere wanting to buy the girls a drink. Before either Sofie or Nycke could respond Lise had accepted with a giant smile and wink, ignoring the rather obvious eye roll Nycke shot her.

“Sorry, she can be rather eager”

Nycke said into Sofies ear. The nearness of her lips rendered Sofie almost speechless and she grabbed at a quick response, trying to steady herself.

“Oh…that’s ok, I’m always happy to accept a free drink”

She said back, also leaning into Nycke momentarily and as she pulled back was rewarded with a longing look from Nycke, who seemed to be as distracted by Sofies nearness.

They stared at each other for a moment longer than would be deemed appropriate and as both started to say something Lise was at their sides with three poisonous looking shots. Nycke and Sofie, startled out of their intense eye lock, quickly took the drinks and knocked them back.

“Oooohkay ladies, let’s get this party started!”

Lise almost yelled, throwing her shot back too.

Sofie and Nycke laughed, and Nycke was thankful for her friends easy presence, always capable of turning any situation into a carefree atmosphere. The girls clinked their empty glasses and headed back to the remainder of their friends.

…

Sofie was going home. It was close to 2am and Nycke knew she should go home too. She seemed to remember having promised herself to go home at midnight, but that thought had suddenly disappeared the moment she’d spotted Sofie. And now after hours of dancing, chatting and drinking together she still hadn’t managed to get a phone number or anything resembling the confidence to ask Sofie out.

The night had flown by too quickly and Nycke was having fun for the first time in ages. She’d spent so much of the last year training and focusing on her career she’d almost forgotten what it was like to get lost in the feeling of music, friends and a healthy dose of tipsyness. All of which had been topped off with getting to spend the night with the girl who had starred in her every fantasy since toppling onto her a week ago. She still couldn’t believe that she’d bumped into Sofie tonight. She liked her a lot, Nycke realised. Sofie laughed with her whole body and was completely engaged in their every conversation. Nycke wanted to know everything about her. But the night was coming to an end, and as she was trying to figure out how to nonchalantly ask to see Sofie again, she felt a hand grab hers. Looking up she saw Sofie smile softly at her.

“This was really fun, I’m probably gonna pay for it tomorrow, but I think it was worth it”

Nycke unconsciously ran her thumb over the back of Sofies hand and smiled back.

“Yeah it really was, I’m glad I came and got to see you again, this was the most fun I’ve had in ages ”

Nycke almost cringed at how obvious she sounded. She really couldn’t believe her lack of cool sometimes. Sofie however didn’t seem fazed by the statement, and just smiled wider.

“Do you maybe wanna do something next week with me?”

Nycke stared dumbstruck back at Sofie and lost all ability to form words. Sofie, seeming to have misunderstood Nyckes reaction, quickly dropped her hand and looked down. Nycke stumbled over her words, trying to set Sofie straight;

“Yeah! Yes, of course, definitely… I mean, I’d like that a lot. Yeh”

Well played Nycke, very cool

This time Nycke did cringe at herself, which luckily Sofie seemed to miss as she looked up and grinned at her. She grabbed Nyckes phone, which she’d already spotted tucked into her back pocket. The grab had Sofie reaching around Nycke and as her fingers brushed her butt to get the phone Nycke gasped. Sofie stopped briefly at the sound at glanced at Nyckes lips. She caught herself from leaning forward, a sudden intense shyness overcoming her, much to Nyckes disappointment.

Punching her number into Nyckes phone, she handed it back and shivered slightly at the gentle stroke of Nyckes finger across her own as she took back her phone.

“Don’t forget to call”

Sofie moved to leave, stilled momentarily and then placed a slow soft kiss on Nyckes cheek, who just stood like a statue, completely overtaken by the wonderful feeling of Sofies soft lips on her cheek. She was still standing like a fool after Sofie pulled back, gave her another earth shattering smile and disappeared into the crowd.

Damn.

Nycke was transfixed, overjoyed and giddy all over. Had that really just happened? Before she had the chance to ponder more, she felt a finger poke her ribs.

“Ooh la la, looks like someone owes me for dragging their sorry ass out tonight”

Lise giggled and jumped out of reach from Nycke who was about to grab her.

“Shut it you”

But Nycke couldn’t get the stupid grin off her face as they made their way home. And it stayed there as she fell into her bed, feeling outrageously excited for the prospect of the upcoming week.

…

Sitting in her kitchen, Nyckes chin is resting on her hands, which are splayed on top of her white marble counter. She’s staring at her phone which lies ten centimetres in front of her nose. It’s been 13 minutes since she sent a message to Sofie. And in those 13 minutes she has been through a roller-coaster of emotions. First, she had read and re-written the message about 4 times to make it sound as casual yet witty as possible. Then the second she had pressed send she instantly felt her hands go clammy and quickly re-read her message again, thinking of another 5 ways she could have wrote it to make it sound better. Chastising herself for acting like a hormonal teenager over one message, she’d dropped the phone on the counter and walked away to make some coffee. Only to return less than 5 minutes later to a blank phone screen and a sudden, completely irrational, disappointing feeling inside.

Now, as she contemplated her incessantly silent mobile, she wondered if maybe she should have waited more than a day before messaging Sofie, isn’t that the rule? Damn it, why did she suck at these things so much.

Frustrated with herself, she got up to go watch some tv or read a book or surf the internet or anything that could take her mind off of waiting for her phone. Then she heard the blissful sound of a message received and all her fears and aggravations faded away. Launching herself across the counter top she knocked her phone down onto the floor and bolted after it like a greyhound chasing a rabbit. Finally she had the phone in her hand, sitting on the floor she opened the message from Sofie.

“Good morning! I had a really great time last night too, although I’m probably gonna get my head bitten off by my coach about it tomorrow! So glad you messaged me :) I’d love to go to dinner on Tuesday, I’ve never been to Bang & Jensen, I’ve always wanted to!”

If someone could see Nycke now, she’d be embarrassed for the rest of her life. Her she was, sitting on her kitchen floor with a slight blush to her cheeks, a sore elbow from crashing into the kitchen counter and the grin of a 14 year old who’d just gotten her first kiss. She re-read the message at least ten times before she almost began to type back. Stopping herself, she worried a quick reply might seem to eager, she should probably wait a few minutes, right?

“Oh frickety frack, stop it Nycke”.

She quickly typed out her reply.

Little did Nycke know that across town sat another woman with an equally large grin on her face and a flutter of excitement in her chest as she saw three dots light up on the screen under her own message.

“Yeah, my head is angry at past Nyckes choice of shots last night. But it was worth it :) Great, I’ve been there once before and I think you’ll like it. See you there at 8?”

Sofie chuckled at Nyckes reference to her past self, remembering how a tipsy Nycke from the night before had placed her hands ever so slowly on Sofie’s hips as they danced and had laced her fingers with hers as they’d moved through the crowds, as if afraid to lose Sofie. It had set her heart racing. And now it was again, at the prospect of seeing the gorgeous and charming blonde again in two days.

“Perfect, see you then :)”

…

The restaurant is hipster and chic in the effortless way that only Copenhagen seems capable of. Combining old Scandinavian pictures and furniture in a modern way. A long wooden bar is lined along one wall, with a deep red wall behind it and matching red tables and chairs. Hanging over the bar are large round silver balls with a light inside, the design reminiscent of the 1970’s. At the end of the bar and on all the tables were candle lights, giving off an intimate feeling, coupled with the high ceilings which made the busy Cafe relatively quite.

Nycke is early. Which is truly shocking since she’s never early. But something about tonight had her ready and out the door with half an hour to spare. Now she’s regretting it, as she sits alone at a corner table feeling her nerves steadily increase by the minute. She’d worried about what to wear. Since it was just a casual dinner she didn’t want to dress up too much, but then also didn’t want to under-dress because she really wanted to impress Sofie. So it had ended with tight dark blue jeans and a oversized white cotton sweater which she’d topped off with a chunky necklace to make it looked like she was a fashionable. Her long blonde hair hang in loose curls around her face, which she’d let mostly devoid of make-up. Self-consciously she tucked her hair behind her ears ever few moments and tried her best to not look at her phone. She never liked it when people were glued to their phones and always attempted to make a huge effort to just sit quietly by herself if she was ever in a situation where she was just waiting. So instead she twiddled her thumbs and thought of interesting conversation topics and witty comments she could impress Sofie with. An act which proved entirely foolish as she looked up and saw Sofie weaving her way elegantly though the tables towards her, and all coherent thoughts disappeared from her mind.

She looked gorgeous. Dressed in tight grey jeans that showed off her toned legs, a sleeveless black top dressed up with a long silver necklace, with her long dark hair hanging over one shoulder. She smiled as she approached the table. The smile worked like an invisible force that pulled Nycke out of her chair, moving to meet Sofie in greeting. Nycke’s arm reached out and Sofie stepped into her, as if they’d done it a hundred times before, placing a chaste yet sweet kiss on her cheek.

“Hey you” Sofie purred into her ear and pulled away to sit down, leaving Nycke breathless and a little out of sorts. She quickly regrouped and mumbled an incoherent hello back, sitting down quickly before revealing her flushed neck and face.

“How did your training go this week?”

Nycke asks, trying to establish an easy conversation.

“Well yesterday was a bit hellish, I think Saturday night hadn’t worked itself out of my body, needless to say my coach was kinda mad! But it went well today, you?”

“Oh it went ok, we had a friendly match yesterday, and except for a couple of tumbles here and there I did ok”

“Didn’t tumble into anyone’s arms by chance did you?”

Sofie raised a perfect eyebrow, a coy smile appearing on her face, which Nycke laughed out loud at. Sofie was quickly discovering she loved that sound.

“No, no boob grabbing this time”

Nycke smiled back.

“Well, as far as boob grabs go, yours was very tender. The number of bruises I’ve had from not so gentle hands!”

“Oh yeah, man some of those girls can really pinch can’t they!”

Nycke replied, and from there a easy conversation of their handball careers followed.

When the waiter appeared they ordered drinks and a food. Sticking to the healthier and lighter options on the menu, they decided on sharing a selection of tapas plates.

Nyckes nervousness left her as an evening of talk of families, friends and stories unfolded between them. She enjoyed the light teasing Sofie offered and returned it with her own. In between sips of their drinks and bites of their food she snuck glances at Sofie and was pleased to see her doing the same. As their eyes met over the rim of their glasses Sofie was struck by the blues of Nyckes eyes. She’d always loved blue eyes, and Nycke’s were some of the prettiest she’d seen. A wonderful turquoise colour that reminded her of a holiday swimming in the Mediterranean.

When the crowd around them thinned they realised how late the hour had gotten. Both entirely lost in the company of each other, they missed the waiters tidying up around them and regrettably realised it was time to go. After a brief, friendly exchange about who was going to pay, Sofie suggested they go Dutch and split the bill in honour of Nyckes homeland. Nycke laughed and hesitantly agreed. Before she knew it they were standing on the side-walk outside the restaurant, shuffling their feet and avoiding saying goodbye before they went opposite ways.

“I really enjoyed tonight Nycke, you were right, I like this place a lot”

“Maybe we can make it our local then”

Nycke smiled and then wondered if maybe she’d presumed too much. But the grin on Sofies face said otherwise.

“I’d like that a lot”

They stared at each other some more and then Sofie shot a glance to Nyckes lips, which worked like gravity and before she could stop herself, Nycke stepped into Sofies space and ran a hand down her arm.

Their lips met gently at first. Hesitantly they moved their lips against each other and Nycke felt Sofie’s hands work their way to her shoulders. As Nycke alternated kisses between top and bottom lips she felt Sofie push into her more, and before she knew it she’d snaked both her arms around Sofies waist and pulled her in. At the gentle sound of Sofie’s hum, Nyckes remaining inhibitions faltered and her desire betrayed her, slowly she ran her tongue along Sofies bottom lip, asking for entrance to her glorious mouth. Sofie felt a rush of blood pound through her veins at the feeling of Nyckes tongue. With no hesitation she opened her mouth and as their tongues touched, both women moaned. Slowly their lips joined into the kiss again, alternating between gentle kisses and dancing tongues. As the kiss deepened again, Sofies hands slid deeper into Nyckes hair, willing her closer. Simultaneously, Nycke wrapped her arms tightly around Sofies torso and pulled her into her. This kiss was definitely going beyond what either had imagined from a first date, but it was the kind that had fuelled both their fantasies. And as they were about to lose complete control, a loud whistle shocked them from their tight embrace, bringing them back to reality.

“You get her girl!” A group of guys and girls walked along the opposite side of the road, cheering and giving big thumbs up.

Both Sofie and Nycke blushed profusely, but remained in each others arms. As two pairs of blue eyes connected, all nervousness over their out of control kiss faded, and they both laughed in response.

“Next time you end up on top of me miss, I expect you to stay around”

Sofies cheeky grin followed her quip regarding their first meeting. Her fingers gently rubbed along the back of Nyckes neck, setting of a dozen sparks through Nyckes body.

“Next time?” Nycke said as her eyes twinkled and a mischievous grin spread across her face.

Sofies gaze had dropped so quickly she missed the obvious taunt. As her fingers stopped their ministrations, she cleared her throat anxiously, wondering if she’d overstepped.

Nycke, deciding to swiftly put Sofie out of her misery, cupped her cheek in her palm and ran thumb gently along Sofies strong defined jaw.

“Next time I’m between your legs Sofie, I won’t be leaving for quite some time”

Sofies gaze shot up to meet Nyckes, her eyes seemingly darkening at the lustful promise. The teasing between them stopped abruptly as desired took its grasp and they leaned into each other once more. Lips meeting in triumph as two people began on a new journey, together, and all due to one slip of the foot.

The greatest fall ever.

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