The Better End to the Worst of Days 1/?(Maria Sharapova/Maria Kirilenko)
TITLE: The Better End to the Worst of Days(1/?)
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
PAIRING: Maria Sharapova/Maria Kirilenko
Summary: Maria Kirilenko makes a bad day for Maria Sharapova better. For grimunholy24
Maria Kirilenko frowned. The moving picture shown by the television she was watching was not pleasant. The tennis match she’s watching should have been over in two sets. The third set is being played now.
It should have been over 6-2 in the third too.
Instead, it was seven-all deep in the third set. Maria Sharapova, her best friend and -
She let out a sigh. Her thoughts drifted from the broadcasted match to a couple of months ago. The Roddick-Sharapova couple rumors had finally gotten to her. Under the spell of jealousy, she strode to Maria’s hotel room and told the tall girl her feelings. She remembered the overpowering nervousness she felt at that moment. After she spilled her heart to the superstar, she waited for her reply.
There was no reply.
Maria Sharapova just stared at her as if she has lost her mind. The look was too much for her. She stormed off the hotel and tears started to spill. It was the lowest moment of her life. She had admired the tall girl since the moment they met.
As they spent time together, they became best friends. Her admiration turned to a crush. The notion of crushing for a girl puzzled her. It wasn’t normal and Maria never showed signs of having the same feelings so she bottled. Time passed and the crush turned into longing and meaningful wanting.
She wanted to be there for Maria when she’s down like a true best friend. She also wanted to be able to offer comfort and reassurance that only a lover could. She wanted the best of both worlds. The thought of longing for a girl no longer bothered her. It was the person that attracted her not the gender.
As it would turn out, the lowest moment of her life would be the highest. Maria Sharapova would later charge into her hotel room and plant a passionate one on the lips. The kiss was reciprocated with the same passion. And here she thought that she managed to ruin her friendship with Maria and lose her.
Ever since then, their relationship was that of a couple. It was the reason that the events she’s watching now have been hard and trying for her. She wasn’t used to seeing Maria struggle so badly. Maria Sharapova finally got the break for 8-7 is serving for the match. Her heart skipped and she hoped that she would be able to serve it out this time. She switched off the television and left the lounge.
She walked with the sense of urgency to the locker room. Maria Sharapova would be there in a few minutes.
* * *
Maria Kirilenko patiently waited. The few minutes seemed longer to her than actuality.
The crowd bursted into a roar which signaled that the match is over. Maria Sharapova had won the hard-fought match.
She won but she wasn’t necessarily the better player out there. Just the better fighter.
Sharapova’s mental-make up was one thing that Maria always admired and envied. They were the same age and yet they’re not the same player. It wasn’t a difference in talent. Maria Kirilenko had played Maria Sharapova enough times that she knew that she has a decent chance of beating her. It was the big and pressure moments that are the differentiating factor. While she was not bad with coping at it, Sharapova handles it exceptionally well. She excels at it.
The sound of heavy footsteps shook her out of her thoughts. Maria Sharapova dragged her legs and came to view. She still looked beautiful despite the aura of weariness that was bursting out of her. Kirilenko smiled at her.
“Not your best match there,” she commented.
“Yeah, no kidding,” Maria replied weakly.
Maria Kirilenko stood up and motioned to the bench that she was sitting on. Maria quickly accepted the offer and sat down. Kirilenko went behind her and put her hands on her shoulders. She leaned forward and said:
“How are you doing?”
“Just glad the match is over.”
Maria Kirilenko nodded. “Me too. I think a cold shower is in order for you.”
“Yeah, that sounds like heaven right now.”
Maria chuckled. “So . . . since your match is done and I have the day-off, would you like to have dinner with me? Spend the night with me?” There was a hint of mischief in her voice that Maria keenly caught.
Sharapova raised her eyebrows at her. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s all you want with me.”
The inquiring tone in Sharapova’s tone elicited laughter from Kirilenko. Maria Sharapova, herself, laughed when her brain registered just how she sounded: like a child about to be asked to give her toys away. “I want you to spend the night with me. I just want to comfort you since you’ve had a rough day. I am your girlfriend you know.”
Maria Sharapova smiled and looked up. Kirilenko’s face dipped down toward Maria’s to land a kiss. “Sounds like a plan. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need my shower! Unless you want to join me?”
Kirilenko’s hand left Maria’s shoulders. “That’s very tempting but I’m gonna pass,” she said although she was already wishing that she anticipated this and brought some clothes to change into. “Besides, we’ll have plenty of time for that later.” She winked at Maria.
Maria Sharapova’s cheeks flushed red. She always did when Maria Kirilenko says these innuendos to her. She knew that these innuendos wouldn’t be just innuendos at the end of the night.
Conserving energy for tennis matches, be damned.
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
PAIRING: Maria Sharapova/Maria Kirilenko
Summary: Maria Kirilenko makes a bad day for Maria Sharapova better. For grimunholy24
Maria Kirilenko frowned. The moving picture shown by the television she was watching was not pleasant. The tennis match she’s watching should have been over in two sets. The third set is being played now.
It should have been over 6-2 in the third too.
Instead, it was seven-all deep in the third set. Maria Sharapova, her best friend and -
She let out a sigh. Her thoughts drifted from the broadcasted match to a couple of months ago. The Roddick-Sharapova couple rumors had finally gotten to her. Under the spell of jealousy, she strode to Maria’s hotel room and told the tall girl her feelings. She remembered the overpowering nervousness she felt at that moment. After she spilled her heart to the superstar, she waited for her reply.
There was no reply.
Maria Sharapova just stared at her as if she has lost her mind. The look was too much for her. She stormed off the hotel and tears started to spill. It was the lowest moment of her life. She had admired the tall girl since the moment they met.
As they spent time together, they became best friends. Her admiration turned to a crush. The notion of crushing for a girl puzzled her. It wasn’t normal and Maria never showed signs of having the same feelings so she bottled. Time passed and the crush turned into longing and meaningful wanting.
She wanted to be there for Maria when she’s down like a true best friend. She also wanted to be able to offer comfort and reassurance that only a lover could. She wanted the best of both worlds. The thought of longing for a girl no longer bothered her. It was the person that attracted her not the gender.
As it would turn out, the lowest moment of her life would be the highest. Maria Sharapova would later charge into her hotel room and plant a passionate one on the lips. The kiss was reciprocated with the same passion. And here she thought that she managed to ruin her friendship with Maria and lose her.
Ever since then, their relationship was that of a couple. It was the reason that the events she’s watching now have been hard and trying for her. She wasn’t used to seeing Maria struggle so badly. Maria Sharapova finally got the break for 8-7 is serving for the match. Her heart skipped and she hoped that she would be able to serve it out this time. She switched off the television and left the lounge.
She walked with the sense of urgency to the locker room. Maria Sharapova would be there in a few minutes.
* * *
Maria Kirilenko patiently waited. The few minutes seemed longer to her than actuality.
The crowd bursted into a roar which signaled that the match is over. Maria Sharapova had won the hard-fought match.
She won but she wasn’t necessarily the better player out there. Just the better fighter.
Sharapova’s mental-make up was one thing that Maria always admired and envied. They were the same age and yet they’re not the same player. It wasn’t a difference in talent. Maria Kirilenko had played Maria Sharapova enough times that she knew that she has a decent chance of beating her. It was the big and pressure moments that are the differentiating factor. While she was not bad with coping at it, Sharapova handles it exceptionally well. She excels at it.
The sound of heavy footsteps shook her out of her thoughts. Maria Sharapova dragged her legs and came to view. She still looked beautiful despite the aura of weariness that was bursting out of her. Kirilenko smiled at her.
“Not your best match there,” she commented.
“Yeah, no kidding,” Maria replied weakly.
Maria Kirilenko stood up and motioned to the bench that she was sitting on. Maria quickly accepted the offer and sat down. Kirilenko went behind her and put her hands on her shoulders. She leaned forward and said:
“How are you doing?”
“Just glad the match is over.”
Maria Kirilenko nodded. “Me too. I think a cold shower is in order for you.”
“Yeah, that sounds like heaven right now.”
Maria chuckled. “So . . . since your match is done and I have the day-off, would you like to have dinner with me? Spend the night with me?” There was a hint of mischief in her voice that Maria keenly caught.
Sharapova raised her eyebrows at her. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s all you want with me.”
The inquiring tone in Sharapova’s tone elicited laughter from Kirilenko. Maria Sharapova, herself, laughed when her brain registered just how she sounded: like a child about to be asked to give her toys away. “I want you to spend the night with me. I just want to comfort you since you’ve had a rough day. I am your girlfriend you know.”
Maria Sharapova smiled and looked up. Kirilenko’s face dipped down toward Maria’s to land a kiss. “Sounds like a plan. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need my shower! Unless you want to join me?”
Kirilenko’s hand left Maria’s shoulders. “That’s very tempting but I’m gonna pass,” she said although she was already wishing that she anticipated this and brought some clothes to change into. “Besides, we’ll have plenty of time for that later.” She winked at Maria.
Maria Sharapova’s cheeks flushed red. She always did when Maria Kirilenko says these innuendos to her. She knew that these innuendos wouldn’t be just innuendos at the end of the night.
Conserving energy for tennis matches, be damned.