One on One

One on One
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- I love my friends. As soon as Everett appeared we all went “I want him” and while I doubt PB is going to give him to us, I immediately knew I wanted to write a fic and it turned smutty, because of course, it did. This rewrites the second half of chapter 6.
Paring- Everett/MC
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Everett offers to give Prudence a special one-on-one coaching session.
Words- 1781

I was still fuming from Everett’s dismissal of my experience with the final terrain when he finally called my name.

He was such a jerk but as I approached the stands and saw him lazily flipping through his clipboard, his legs slung up on the back of the chair in front of him, I took a moment to appreciate that he was a hot jerk. Easily the hottest guy I’d met at Pendergast so far.

He glanced up as I approached and set the clipboard aside. “Okay, dang. Where you have been you been all my life? It almost hurts my pride to say this, but the team needs you.”

The compliment almost made me forget my earlier irritation, that and the way the teasing grin made him look even more attractive. I was so weak.

He sits up straight, adopting a more professional attitude. “What I’m saying is congrats, you made varsity.”

It took a moment for that to sink in. I’d tried out mostly because Griffin and Zeph had suggested it. I hadn’t really expected to make the team, especially not Varsity, after Griffin had told me how rare it was for Freshman to make it.

“Oh, um, thank you! That’s really, er, great!” I rambled and then winces. Way to sound cool in front of the hot guy, Prudence.

Everett’s expression softened a bit. “I get that you were kinda spooked by that last terrain, but don’t worry. We practice terrain preparedness extensively.”

I wanted to tell him I wasn’t spooked, that something had happened, but I didn’t bother and at least he wasn’t being a jerk about it now.

“If you want we can do a private training session,” he offered, “once tryouts are done.”

His offer caught me off-guard, was he just being a good captain or something more. “A private session, huh?” I repeated, quirking an eyebrow. “Is this something you offer all your players?”

He grinned, “No, just the pretty ones with lots of talent. You impressed me, Winterbourne, and I think you could benefit from some hands-on coaching.”

Hands-on-coaching, I liked the sound of that and I also liked the way Everett was looking at me. I knew that getting involved with my captain could be a bad idea, but I’d found that sometimes the bad ideas were the very best ones.

“If you can spare the time, I’d appreciate that,” I told him, giving him my best smile, “I’m a very diligent student.”

Everett chuckled appreciatively, “I bet you are.” He looked at his clipboard. “I have a few more people to talk to and then a team meeting, but I should be free in about an hour.”

“Sounds good,” I told him, “I’ll go grab some lunch and then come back here.”

He nodded, picking up the clipboard, already focused on the next name.

I headed outside to wait for Zeph, bubbling with excitement, both from making the team and with anticipation over my practice date with Everett.

—

I’d had lunch with Zeph, doing my best to cheer him up, and secured the promise of a dessert date with Shreya and then returned to the thief arena. I’d considered going to my room and changing first, but Everett had seemed to appreciate the uniform earlier and I didn’t want to be too obvious.

Everett was waiting for me when I got thee, lounging on multiple chairs, one hand behind his back as he read some chart.

I admired him for a moment, taking in his long, lean body. “Am I interrupting?”

“Not at all,” he assured me, standing up with ease and athletic grace. “I didn’t get a chance to ask, how long have you been playing thief?”

“Today was the first time I ever played,” I admitted.

He looked surprised and then impressed. “Well damn, that makes you even more impressive than I thought. A natural talent. So try-outs were your very first time playing?”

“Well, Griffin showed me some of the ropes earlier,” I told him.

Everett’s face darkened and I cursed my big mouth, worried I’d gotten Griffin in trouble.

“I’m sure he was eager to help,” Everett said caustically, “but from now on I’ll be taking over your training and will be happy to give you any pointers you might need.”

I wasn’t sure why the mention of Griffin made him react like that, was it a guy thing? Instead of pushing, I decided to change the tone. “Does that mean I can expect lots of one on one time?” I asked with a smirk, stepping closer.

“As much as you need,” he assured me with a smirk of my own, “I can be very hands-on when necessary.”

We stood there for a charged moment and I was tempted to just step towards him and make an actual move, abandoning all pretense of practicing, but before I could, Everett stepped back, running his hand through his hair. “We should get started.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, repressing a little sigh of disappointment. “Where do you want me?”

Everett grinned. “That’s a dangerous question,” he told me in a low voice, “are you sure you are ready for the answer?”

“Try me,” I challenged. “But I meant, do you want me to be on offense or defense?”

“Defense,” Everett answered immediately, “we’re trying to get you acclimatized to the territory and defense is the best way to do that because defense means being vigilant and staying alert.” He smirked, leaning in closer, “besides, I like the chase.”

I bet he did.

“Maybe I’ll let you catch me,” I teased, “or maybe I’ll make you work for it.”

“Either way it’ll be worth it,” Everett assured me and then before I could respond, the terrain changed. “Remember to be on the defensive.”

I nodded, though he could no longer see me. I eyed the terrain warily, expecting the stranger with my face to appear again, but nothing happened. Instead, a rush of water moved toward me, but I summoned Smaug and used an air spell to move the water away from me.

Everett sent a few more elements after me but I deflected them easily, until… The ground began to move beneath me, I tried to figure out a counterspell but I lost my balance and tumbled to the ground. The moment my back hit the hard surface, Everett’s hand grasped the flag at my waist.

“I believe this is mine,” he commented triumphantly, leaning over me, “though I feel like taking another prize.” His body was so close to mine and I gave into impulse, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him down on top of me.

His mouth immediately covered mine. There was nothing hesitant about this kiss, it was deep and full of mutual passion.

“You are something else…” He murmured against my lips, his hands slipping under my jersey.

“You’re not bad either,” I told him, fighting a moan as his lips moved to my neck, biting slightly on the sensitive flesh. I let my own hands wander, exploring his tight muscles. Damn, this felt good and more than that it felt normal. This was what I’d expected of my college experience.

I tugged his jersey over his head and he did the same thing with mine, then moved to undo my bra and tossed it aside. It occurred to me that we were still in a swamp and it might be hard to find later, but at that moment I didn’t care.

Everett’s mouth covered my breasts as his hand tugged my shorts off. It occurred to me that I was getting naked with a guy I had just met, but it wouldn’t be the first time, though the location was new.

“Is this ok?” Everett asked raising his head from my chest, as his hands parted my thighs.

I nodded. “Very ok.”

“Good,” his head dipped back down, his tongue finding my nipple as his calloused fingers teased my already slick folds. Ohhhh…

Everett ran his thumb over my sensitive numb and then plunged two fingers inside of me as his lips moved up from my chest, back to my neck. I moaned and arched my hips up into his hand, eager for more. At the same time, I slid my hand down his bare chest and under the elastic band of his shorts. I pushed down, freeing his cock from both his shorts and boxer briefs.  He groaned a little as I took him in my hands, his movements speeding up.

His mouth covered mine again, his kiss more hurried this time as we made each other feel good. There was very little talking, just moans as we explored each other with our hands and mouths. I came apart with a shout, my hips lifting off the ground and my hand involuntarily tightening around his hard length. He didn’t seem to mind, making a groan of pleasure that had me repeating the movement until he came hard, my body still pinned under his. 

Everett kissed me lazily, both of us breathing heavily. 

“You exceed all expectations,” he told me, rolling off of me and onto his back. 

“Glad I impressed,” I commented with a grin, sitting up and searching for my bra, “you’re no slouch either, but I guess that’s why you’re the captain.”

My words had an unexpected effect, as if I’d poured cold water on him. “This was incredibly unprofessional of me,’ he commented, “I don’t normally…”

“I’m not reading anything into it,” I assured him, getting dressed. Though I felt a little sticky and wished I’d knew more spells. “And I don’t expect special treatment.” I grinned. “Though I wouldn’t turn down another private session.”

Everett relaxed as he stood and pulled together his own clothes. He also conjured some water and I took the opportunity to clean my hands. “That can be arranged.” He promised and then shot me a warning look. “But I’m still going to be hard on you at practice. I expect greatness from my team, especially hotshot freshman.”

“Don’t worry, I plan to give it my all,” I told him, stepping forward and pressing my lips against his, “I strive to be the best at everything I do.” I ran my hand down his chest teasingly and he groaned.

“You are going to be trouble,” He muttered, pulling me against him and kissing me hard and then letting me go as the terrain vanished and we returned to the thief stadium.

“You know it,” I teased, moving to the bleachers and picking up my bag, “thanks for the training session, captain, I enjoyed it and can’t wait for next time.”

With that I sauntered out of the stadium, ready to go meet Shreya for a dessert date, a definite spring in my step. I had a feeling I was going to like being on the thief team.

The End