The October afternoon was chilly, with a light breeze rustling through the trees, scattering leaves across the sidewalk as Demitra made her way to the hockey rink. Atlas had sent her a text earlier in the day, asking if she could swing by with some athletic tape she'd left at Demitra's place after a late study session. Demitra had initially resisted the idea-hockey practice wasn't her scene, and she'd rather be back home working on her Studying or YouTube edits. But something in her nudged her to go. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was simply an excuse to see Atlas again, even if it was in a stuffy hockey rink.

Atlas had quickly become a central figure in Demitra's life. Her charm, humor, and genuine kindness had woven their way into Demitra's daily routine. They texted constantly, and Atlas's daily "good morning, mami" messages had become something Demitra looked forward to. Despite her best efforts to play it cool, she couldn't deny the thrill that came with Atlas's attention. So here she was, athletic tape in hand, trudging up to the rink like a reluctant delivery girl.

As she'd been getting ready to leave her house, something strange had happened. In a moment of idle curiosity, she'd wandered around, glancing through Atlas's things that had somehow ended up in her room over the past few weeks. A hoodie here, a stray bracelet there-it wasn't unusual to find reminders of Atlas in her space. But today, she'd stumbled upon a small duffel bag tucked under her desk.

She knew it was a bit intrusive, but the curiosity got the best of her. Opening the bag, she found the typical jock essentials-deodorant, a water bottle, some extra socks... and then a pair of boxers folded neatly. She frowned, tossing them aside with a smirk, only for her eyes to catch something else. A box of Magnum condoms. Demitra blinked, slightly taken aback, feeling a mix of confusion and surprise.

"Does she... need these?" she mumbled to herself, her brows furrowing in genuine confusion.

Atlas was, well, different in ways that Demitra had never fully understood. The "player" energy, the casual confidence-none of that was surprising anymore. But Magnum condoms? She felt a strange twinge of something she couldn't quite place-curiosity, maybe? Or a pang of jealousy, wondering if Atlas had planned to use them with someone else? As far as she knew, Atlas hadn't mentioned anything about dating other people.

Confused and a little flustered, Demitra decided to keep quiet. But the questions spun in her mind as she finished getting ready, and now, as she reached the rink, her mind was still buzzing with them.

The faint sounds of skates slicing across ice echoed through the arena as she stepped inside. She scanned the rink, looking for Atlas among the team in their helmets and pads. Finally, she spotted her-Atlas, gliding across the ice with effortless grace, her locs tucked under her helmet, her body moving with a fluidity that was captivating to watch. Demitra felt a small smile tug at her lips, admiring the sheer skill in Atlas's movements. She looked powerful, confident, and completely in her element.

Atlas spotted her and skated over, stopping in a flurry of ice shavings. She grinned, tapping the glass in front of Demitra. "Hey mami."

Demitra held up the roll of tape, shaking it playfully. "Don't say I never do anything for you," she teased, handing it over.

"Forever indebted, beautiful," Atlas replied, giving her a wink before skating back to join her team.

As practice wrapped up, Atlas joined her outside, slipping out of her helmet and flashing her usual easygoing smile. They chatted briefly about practice and upcoming plans for the weekend, but Demitra's mind kept circling back to the things she'd found in Atlas's bag. The words practically burned on her tongue, demanding to be asked.

When they reached Atlas's apartment later, she finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Hey, so... don't get mad but I snooped around your stuff," Demitra blurted out, feeling a flush creep up her cheeks as she followed Atlas inside. "And I found... well, some things."

Atlas raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Demitra's obvious discomfort. "You were snooping, huh? Should I be worried?"

Demitra rolled her eyes, though her heart was pounding. "It's not like that. I just... happened to find some boxers. And... some condoms. Magnum condoms, to be specific."

Atlas's expression softened as understanding dawned on her face. She didn't look embarrassed or defensive, just mildly surprised that Demitra had stumbled onto the truth.

"Why do you have all that stuff?" Demitra asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

Atlas took a deep breath, her gaze steady as she looked at Demitra. "Because I have a dick, Demitra."

The statement was casual, straightforward, like she was stating her favorite color or her order at a coffee shop. There was no hesitation, no shame-just a simple fact. Demitra felt her mind stutter, the words sinking in slowly. She hadn't expected that answer, hadn't even considered it as a possibility.

"Oh," was all she managed at first, her brain scrambling to catch up. Her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't help the next words that tumbled out, utterly unfiltered. "I... I lowkey wanna see it."

Atlas blinked, clearly taken aback, before a smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. "You wanna see my dick?" she asked, amusement coloring her tone.

"No! I SAID THAT OUT LOUD!" Demitra's face turned a deeper shade of red, but she held her ground, the curiosity in her eyes evident. "I mean... if you want to show me. I'm just... curious, that's all."

Atlas chuckled, shaking her head slightly, but there was a softness in her gaze, an understanding of the vulnerability underlying Demitra's request. She took a deep breath, her expression turning thoughtful. "Alright," she said quietly, her voice steady. "But only if you're sure. This isn't just, like, something casual for me."

Demitra nodded, sensing the seriousness in Atlas's tone. She hadn't meant to make light of the situation, and now that they were here, the gravity of the moment settled over her. She reached out, taking Atlas's hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sure," she said softly, meeting her gaze.

Atlas nodded, guiding her gently toward the couch and sitting her down, the air thick with anticipation, but also a mutual trust that neither of them had quite put into words before. Atlas reached out, taking Demitra's hand in her own, her thumb tracing soothing circles over her knuckles.

"Before I show you," Atlas said quietly, "I just want you to know that this... this is me. All of me. And I know it might be a lot to take in, but I trust you, and I want you to understand."

Demitra's heart softened, her eyes meeting Atlas's with a depth of feeling she hadn't expected. "I get it. I really do," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She felt the weight of Atlas's trust, the vulnerability that came with sharing something so personal. "Thank you for trusting me."

Atlas smiled, a small but genuine smile, and nodded. Slowly, she shifted closer, her hands moving to unbutton her jeans, her movements careful and deliberate.

"Im not taking off my boxers though, you horndog." Atlas stood in her boxers, "this is all you get."

Demitra's eyes widened as her gaze settled on the bulge infront of her. "Gyatt! How big is that thing?"

"I wear magnum's mami, take a guess."

Demitra whistled and laid back with a smile as Atlas left to go put on some shorts.

Atlas exhaled, visibly relaxing, her shoulders losing the tension they'd held. "You're... you're handling this way better than I thought," she admitted, her voice tinged with relief.

Demitra smiled softly, her hand moving to cup Atlas's cheek. "I care about you, Atlas. All of you. And this... this doesn't change anything for me. I bagged a hot girl with a big dick."

Atlas laughed deeply while shaking her head. Demitra leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Atlas's in a kiss that was both gentle and fierce.