Better End to the Worst of Days 2/? (Maria Sharapova/Maria Kirilenko)
TITLE: BETTER END TO THE WORST OF DAYS (2/?)
PAIRING: MARIA SHARAPOVA/MARIA KIRILENKO
DISCLAIMER: Events are completely fictional and does not, in any way, reflect the behavior of these REAL people.
SUMMARY: It's dinner time.
WORD COUNT: 898
Maria had never been so glad that Maria Kirilenko declined her invitation to shower with her. She slowly took her time showering. Her movements were deliberately lazy wanting to spend as much time under the cold sprinkle. It was cleansing both physically and mentally.
Now she sat at a dinner table, hands in her lap, waiting for her girlfriend. The waitress came by and gave her a menu. She asked for another one and set that menu on Maria’s side. With no one to talk to, she quietly perused the list of entrees. She decided to have a simple pasta for tonight. She kept looking at the menu though she was actually eyeing her reflection on the plastic covering of it. Her right hand went up to brush blonde bangs aside and smooth her hair.
It was an official date after all. Have to look decent.
Her vision was distracted from the menu when someone came to a stop in front of her. Maria Kirilenko has finally arrived.
“Starting without me?” she raised her eyebrows at Maria.
Maria closed the menu. “Just a head start. You’re always late.” The tall girl marveled at the sight before her. Kirilenko wore a very elegant black Stella McCartney dress that hug and accented her curves. Her neatly brushed blonde hair flowed down on her shoulders. Kirilenko rarely wore her hair straight. It was always in a pony tail or in a bun. She looked more mature and beautiful with her hair down.
“I’m not late. Just fashionably late,” she smiled and sat down opposite Maria.
“Yeah, fashionably driving me out of my mind,” Maria grumbled.
“Well I do love having that effect on you,” Maria laughed. She began skimming through the menu.
The waiter came by and asked them for their food. “I’ll just have pasta please.”
Kirilenko was still reading the menu. “I’ll have what she’s having,” she said not bothering to look at the waiter.
Maria Sharapova rolled her eyes. “What was the point of reading the menu?”
Kirilenko smiled at her and handed the menus to the waiter. “I might have wanted something else. So how are you feeling?”
“Still hot,” she replied glumly.
“Yes you are,” Kirilenko grinned at her.
Maria just rolled her eyes once again. “Whatever.”
Kirilenko frowned. She scooted her chair closer to Maria. She put a hand on her shoulder. She knew what was on her mind.
“Hey, you won. It wasn’t pretty but you won.”
Kirilenko grabbed her hand and intertwined it with hers. She let Maria stew on her own for a few minutes.
Maria squeezed Kirilenko’s hand and looked up at her. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I am,” Kirilenko smirked. Maria rolled her eyes and bumped her playfully. The two cackled into laughter.
Their fun was momentarily halted when a teenage boy approach them, sticking out a pad and a pen. He smiled at Maria. “Autograph please?”
Maria’s left hand grabbed the pen and scribbled her name one-handed. Despite playing right-handed, the amazing Sharapova was naturally a lefty.
The boy nodded his ‘thank-you’ and took a step back. Kirilenko noticed that his eyes landed on their intertwined hands. Maria Sharapova looked at the boy, expecting something more. The boy noticed and hurriedly took off.
“Hmmm...I think that boy’s dreams were crushed,” Kirilenko said with an amused voice.
“Huh?” Maria raised her eyebrows at her. “I just gave him an autograph! Giving autographs does not squish people’s dreams!”
Kirilenko only laughed further infuriating Maria. She squeezed her hand. “That’s why. Pretty insightful for a boy really.”
Maria’s eyes widened with realization. “What ...if?”
Kirilenko anticipated the reaction and put a finger on Maria’s lips, silencing her. “No one’s going to believe him.”
“It’s not that I’m ashamed of...”
“I know,” Kirilenko smiled at her. “I don’t need the attention either.”
Confounded, Maria simply stared with her mouth open. “Wow.”
“You might want to close your mouth, Princess. Food’s not here yet.”
As if on cue, the waiter came by and served their dinner. Maria stuck her tongue out at Maria. “Wrong! And here I thought you were all-knowing. Pretty disappointing.”
Kirilenko leaned forward until her face was mere inches from Maria’s. “Oh? You like it when I’m all insightful?”
Maria smirked at her. “Very. It turns me on,” she whispered.
Kirilenko returned the smirk. Her hand broke away from Maria’s to grasp the back of Maria’s neck. Their faces still so close with each other. “Maybe...it’s your turn to be insightful. What’s going to happen next my Masha?”
Maria’s eyes darted left and right. No one seems to be looking their way. Her mind was wondering what Kirilenko was thinking. They were just having the discussion about being discovered seconds ago! Despite the scare, Maria couldn’t help but close her eyes. She leaned forward to kiss-
- nothing. The hand on the back of her neck was gone. She quickly opened her eyes and there was Kirilenko. Her lips were pursed together trying to contain the laughter. Maria let out a loud groan and threw the table cloth at her.
“You are such a tease!”
Maria Kirilenko finally exploded into laughter. The occupants of the restaurant stared at her with puzzled expressions. Kirilenko began working on her pasta, her laughter dying down. She smiled at Maria.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll be very insightful to you when we get back.”
PAIRING: MARIA SHARAPOVA/MARIA KIRILENKO
DISCLAIMER: Events are completely fictional and does not, in any way, reflect the behavior of these REAL people.
SUMMARY: It's dinner time.
WORD COUNT: 898
Maria had never been so glad that Maria Kirilenko declined her invitation to shower with her. She slowly took her time showering. Her movements were deliberately lazy wanting to spend as much time under the cold sprinkle. It was cleansing both physically and mentally.
Now she sat at a dinner table, hands in her lap, waiting for her girlfriend. The waitress came by and gave her a menu. She asked for another one and set that menu on Maria’s side. With no one to talk to, she quietly perused the list of entrees. She decided to have a simple pasta for tonight. She kept looking at the menu though she was actually eyeing her reflection on the plastic covering of it. Her right hand went up to brush blonde bangs aside and smooth her hair.
It was an official date after all. Have to look decent.
Her vision was distracted from the menu when someone came to a stop in front of her. Maria Kirilenko has finally arrived.
“Starting without me?” she raised her eyebrows at Maria.
Maria closed the menu. “Just a head start. You’re always late.” The tall girl marveled at the sight before her. Kirilenko wore a very elegant black Stella McCartney dress that hug and accented her curves. Her neatly brushed blonde hair flowed down on her shoulders. Kirilenko rarely wore her hair straight. It was always in a pony tail or in a bun. She looked more mature and beautiful with her hair down.
“I’m not late. Just fashionably late,” she smiled and sat down opposite Maria.
“Yeah, fashionably driving me out of my mind,” Maria grumbled.
“Well I do love having that effect on you,” Maria laughed. She began skimming through the menu.
The waiter came by and asked them for their food. “I’ll just have pasta please.”
Kirilenko was still reading the menu. “I’ll have what she’s having,” she said not bothering to look at the waiter.
Maria Sharapova rolled her eyes. “What was the point of reading the menu?”
Kirilenko smiled at her and handed the menus to the waiter. “I might have wanted something else. So how are you feeling?”
“Still hot,” she replied glumly.
“Yes you are,” Kirilenko grinned at her.
Maria just rolled her eyes once again. “Whatever.”
Kirilenko frowned. She scooted her chair closer to Maria. She put a hand on her shoulder. She knew what was on her mind.
“Hey, you won. It wasn’t pretty but you won.”
Kirilenko grabbed her hand and intertwined it with hers. She let Maria stew on her own for a few minutes.
Maria squeezed Kirilenko’s hand and looked up at her. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I am,” Kirilenko smirked. Maria rolled her eyes and bumped her playfully. The two cackled into laughter.
Their fun was momentarily halted when a teenage boy approach them, sticking out a pad and a pen. He smiled at Maria. “Autograph please?”
Maria’s left hand grabbed the pen and scribbled her name one-handed. Despite playing right-handed, the amazing Sharapova was naturally a lefty.
The boy nodded his ‘thank-you’ and took a step back. Kirilenko noticed that his eyes landed on their intertwined hands. Maria Sharapova looked at the boy, expecting something more. The boy noticed and hurriedly took off.
“Hmmm...I think that boy’s dreams were crushed,” Kirilenko said with an amused voice.
“Huh?” Maria raised her eyebrows at her. “I just gave him an autograph! Giving autographs does not squish people’s dreams!”
Kirilenko only laughed further infuriating Maria. She squeezed her hand. “That’s why. Pretty insightful for a boy really.”
Maria’s eyes widened with realization. “What ...if?”
Kirilenko anticipated the reaction and put a finger on Maria’s lips, silencing her. “No one’s going to believe him.”
“It’s not that I’m ashamed of...”
“I know,” Kirilenko smiled at her. “I don’t need the attention either.”
Confounded, Maria simply stared with her mouth open. “Wow.”
“You might want to close your mouth, Princess. Food’s not here yet.”
As if on cue, the waiter came by and served their dinner. Maria stuck her tongue out at Maria. “Wrong! And here I thought you were all-knowing. Pretty disappointing.”
Kirilenko leaned forward until her face was mere inches from Maria’s. “Oh? You like it when I’m all insightful?”
Maria smirked at her. “Very. It turns me on,” she whispered.
Kirilenko returned the smirk. Her hand broke away from Maria’s to grasp the back of Maria’s neck. Their faces still so close with each other. “Maybe...it’s your turn to be insightful. What’s going to happen next my Masha?”
Maria’s eyes darted left and right. No one seems to be looking their way. Her mind was wondering what Kirilenko was thinking. They were just having the discussion about being discovered seconds ago! Despite the scare, Maria couldn’t help but close her eyes. She leaned forward to kiss-
- nothing. The hand on the back of her neck was gone. She quickly opened her eyes and there was Kirilenko. Her lips were pursed together trying to contain the laughter. Maria let out a loud groan and threw the table cloth at her.
“You are such a tease!”
Maria Kirilenko finally exploded into laughter. The occupants of the restaurant stared at her with puzzled expressions. Kirilenko began working on her pasta, her laughter dying down. She smiled at Maria.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll be very insightful to you when we get back.”