A Man of Routine

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Eric nodded his head quickly. It was hard to hear anything when his eyes were working so hard. Not hearing her well meant it was working. He watched her legs and hips in particular, examining in almost slow motion how they moved and which way they would react. Everything to him felt slower. He had so much time to think in this state, though in reality he it was just his eyes letting him process what had yet to happen.

She faked to the left, but Eric knew he could wait to the last split second. He didn't bite, and sure enough she switched up. Eric broke towards the right side of the net. The moment he saw the ball rise, he bent his knees a little more and sprang from the ground. His arms outstretched, Eric caught the ball on the palm of his hand and deflected it up and away from the net.

Eric landed on his feet, though a bit ungracefully. He grinned at Briallen, “Nice try.”

Once he collected the ball, he dribbled it to the front of the net and prepared it for his next kick. “Let's see...” he didn't ask if she was ready this time. By now they both probably got the hint that there wasn't going to be much waiting.

Eric ran head-on towards the soccer ball, as though he was about to punt it as hard as he could. He planted his left foot hard into the ground and dragged his right foot back a little. He kicked the ball as hard as he could near the outside part of his right foot, hoping for a hard and unpredictable direction. Though... it might have been a little too unpredictable, since it risked missing the net entirely.
 
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“Ah, balls,” Briallen muttered to herself as she watched Eric catch the ball. She was confident that the feigned right would get him, but he was one step ahead of her. She had to admit—he was better than she initially assumed.

She dashed back to the net, ready to block Eric’s next move. She lifted her arms above her head, stretching her back until she heard a small crack.

“Alright, show me what you got,” she said with a smirk as she got herself in position. She watched carefully as Eric slammed the ball with his right foot and sent it soaring. It was certainly a ballsy move—the ball nearly went completely over the net. Instead, the ball grazed the upper pole that held the net, but it would have gone in had Briallen not leapt up and smacked it away. The ball rolled right back toward Eric.

“We’re at zero-zero man. Someone’s gotta make a shot sooner or later,” she said with a chuckle as she started heading over to the kicking position.
 
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Damn. He thought he had it. He was lucky enough to have it not veer completely off, but the way it bounced off the pole gave Briallen the angle to catch it. Oh well. As far as Eric was concerned, there was no move Bri could do that he couldn't catch. It was likely true, when he knew before she even did it each one of her moves. Call it cheating, but Eric preferred to think of it as insurance.

He moved to the goal, bending his knees and lifting off of his heels. Eric was more than ready for the next shot, right up until a buzz came from his pants. It was his phone.

“Oh, er, wait-”

Too late. A distracted Eric would find the soccer ball already about to hit the netting. He gave a halfhearted reach, but there was no way he could stop it at this point. He sighed, glancing at Briallen with a deflated smile when he pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Oh, my sis' is looking for me,” Eric explained. “Hold up...” He texted back to her, and placed it back in his pocket.

“So... first to three?” Eric wouldn't give up so quickly.
 
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Briallen jumped and let out a celebratory whoop when the ball crashed into the net. She knew she got it in because Eric got distracted by his phone, but she wasn’t about to admit it. Eric was damn fast, so she was gonna take what she could get.

“Sister, eh? Is she gonna come over and watch me beat you?” Briallen said with a laugh before running her hand through her faux hawk in a rather suave manner. “I do love to impress the ladies.”

She was getting curious about this ‘sister’ now. While she wasn’t attracted to men, she could tell that Eric was a good looking guy. So, did good genes run in the family? Was this sister gonna be a cutie?

“Alright--first of three," Briallen said as she prepared herself at the net, giving her legs a quick stretch.

"What's your sister's name?" she suddenly asked, out of curiosity.
 
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Eric took her trash talk in stride. Being down one to her didn't give him much of an advantage, even if her goal was something of a fluke. Fact was, Eric didn't know enough soccer moves to give Briallen much of a challenge in net, and Eric could stop pretty much anything short of Kath kicking the ball as hard as a cannon.

“She'll be the one doing the impressing I bet,” Eric quipped. Eric wasn't so dumb he couldn't figure out a few things about what Briallen just did. It was increasingly clear that no matter what he did, Briallen wasn't about to cave. She was interested in girls, wasn't she?

Eric rolled the ball under his shoe for a moment, watching Briallen in net. He didn't have much to attempt anymore. However, from the corner of his eye he could tell maybe he'd have a secret weapon of his own.

“You can ask her once she's here,” Eric smirked. He walked back and readied his kick.

A few moments later, Briallen would have her own distraction. A feminine voice called out to her from her peripheral. “Who's this, Eric?”

Leaning against the goalpost was a slender woman, wearing a very flattering set of black yoga pants and a crop top, the band 'Arcade Fire' emblazoned against her chest. The shirt itself was cut by hand evidently, frayed at the bottom and revealing a healthy amount of her flat stomach. Her hair was pulled back in a large ponytail, a streak doused in the same teal that dyed her eyebrows. She was bent nearly ninety degrees from her waist, her spine impossibly shaped as she posed for Briallen.

“You make friends so fast, I can never keep up with their names. I'm Fleur, dear,” she greeted Briallen.

Eric kicked the ball.
 
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“Well, now you got me all curious, so I hope she appears soon,” Briallen said with a smirk. Sounded like she was an attractive girl, judging by Eric’s little comment on her ‘doing the impressing’. How hot could this girl be, she wondered…Well, no matter how hot this girl was, Briallen had full intention of keeping her focus on Eric and the ball.

That is, until she heard that voice. Immediately, she couldn’t help but turn her head to come face to face with the incredibly attractive auburn-haired babe with teal streaks in her hair. Oh god, Briannel loved auburn hair…and the teal streaks just made her even hotter. And her body…

Holy crap…

The ball flew right past Briallen’s head, which she had a completely delayed reaction to.

“What?! Hey…” Briallen grumbled as she noticed the ball was already behind her. “Not fair! I was distracted…extremely distracted…”

And after that, her attention was completely stuck on this new girl. Damn, she was even hotter than the tennis girl she was watching earlier. Her body was bent in some way that didn’t seem humanly possible and somehow that just made her even hotter.

Was she staring? Crap. She couldn’t stop staring. She needed to regain her composure and not come off like a total drooling fangirl.

“Fleur, was it?” Briallen said with a grin on her face as she stepped closer to the other girl. She popped her right hip out and rested her hand on it—accentuating her curves and athletic body, although hardly to the same extend that Fleur was capable of.

“I’m Briallen,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “I was just here kicking your brother’s ass at soccer,” she teased.
 
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Fleur didn't hide her enjoyment of Briallen's attention. Why would she? It was exactly what she wanted, and by the smirk on Eric's face and the ball in the net likely his. And as much as she resented the soccer ball coming in, Bri's.

“Briallen. Bri for short?” She carried that same Francophone accent her brother had. Standing up straight, she twisted to look at her brother. It wasn't just to look at her brother, of course. Her shirt rode up a little more, revealing to Briallen a very generous look at her back and the coiled snake inked just next to her spine.

“Kicking your ass, is she? I can't miss this.” Fleur unwound herself and faced Briallen again, grinning.

“We're tied,” Eric rested his hands on his hips, defiant.

“You probably cheated, didn't you?” Fleur smirked, pointing to her eye.

“It's not – I wasn't cheating,” Eric protested, scratching the back of his head.

Fleur shook her head, and spoke back to Briallen. “Eric's power involves precognition. You'll never get a ball past him if he's focused.”

“Don't tell her that...” Eric protested again, groaning.

“I play a little more fair. Just a little more. What do you say?” She stretched along the pole, accentuating her flexibility again.
 
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“Bri works for me,” Briallen replied as she watched Fleur twist her body and expose the tattoo on her back. Why did Briallen suddenly want a tattoo…

And then there was the flexibility. Briallen assumed it was something supernatural—unless she was just a damn impressive contortionist—but probably supernatural. Either way, why did she find that so damn hot? Probably because with flexibility like that, things in bed could get really interesting really quickly…

Briallen had to shake those thoughts out of her head quickly so she didn’t miss the conversation.

“Precognition? Maaan, you are totally a cheater,” Briallen said, sticking her tongue out at Eric. “So busted.”

Then Fleur offered to play, and Briallen was practically beaming with anticipation. “Hell yes! I’ll do the first kick.” Grabbing the ball from the net, she headed over to their kicking point.

“I’m interested in seeing that flexibility of yours at work,” Briallen said with a wink as she did some pre-kick stretches for her legs. “So show me what you got!” she called out before sending the ball flying toward the lower left corner of the net.

Poor Eric was bumped to the sidelines in favor of his flexible sister. If Eric was suspicious of Briallen being into girls before—her interest in his sister had definitely confirmed it.
 
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“Aw man, you're kidding...” Eric was pushed out of the fun. Well, it was a possibility he had to accept. He wasn't going to get anywhere near Briallen when Fleur was right there to entice her. He didn't leave though. He'd rather see just what the two would manage.

Fleur on the other hand, was grinning as she set herself up in the middle of the net. She bent her knees, smiling, and rested her hands on her thighs in wait.

She did not have precognition like Eric, but she did have quite the springy legs. She was lucky enough to guess which way Briallen kicked, and Fleur sprang from her legs with more force than would be expected. Despite being rather slim, she launched out as hard as a snake could strike. Fleur slid through the grass as her arms caught the soccer ball.

Fleur flipped up back on her feet, giggling. She tossed her large ponytail behind her, and brushed off some of the grass stains on her shirt. “I can see why Eric had to cheat,” she flashed a smile to her brother. Eric rolled his eyes.

"My turn," Fleur skipped to the kicking point. Like Eric, she wasn't a competitive soccer player. However, she had a whole degree of flexibility and unpredictability at her arsenal. Not to mention incredibly deceptive strength.

Fleur ran towards the ball, looking like she was about to kick it with her right foot. However, just as it looked like she was about to strike it, she overstepped the ball and contorted her body to hammer it with her left. It didn't seem like she lost any energy when the ball went flying towards Briallen's left.
 
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Briallen was thrilled to watch Fleur dive right into the grass to catch the ball—even if it meant that she wouldn’t score. There was just nothing quite like watching a girl willing to get dirty on the sports field.

“Heh, thanks,” Briallen replied to the compliment. “But it looks like I won’t get passed you so easily, huh?”

Briallen quickly switched spots with Fleur, but not before catching a quick glimpse of her butt in those yoga pants—much like when Eric did the same to Briallen earlier…

While Briallen was aware of the flexibility, she wasn’t aware of the strength. So, when Fleur sent the ball flying, Briallen underestimated how fast it would be heading toward the net. She dived for it, but only brushed it with her fingertips as it slammed into the net.

“Well shit…” Briallen murmured to herself as she got up from the grass and picked up the ball, spinning it in her hands as she approached Fleur. “That flexibility of yours is rather useful, isn’t it?” She stopped spinning the ball and pressed it against one of her hips. “Useful in sports—and other things too, I’m sure.”
 
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