As she began to try to stretch, to shake the sleep from her limbs, she quickly found that she was intertwined with another. Roosevelt kicked herself. Why hadn't she taken the couch? This put them, well probably mostly her, in a tempting situation. 

Sheepishly opening her eyes, she found a pair of dark brown staring her down. "Hey." The sound of his deeper morning voice caused her heartbeat to speed up. The hungry look in his eyes sent butterflies to swarm in her stomach. She whispered back, "Hey." 

As she moved to lift her head off his shoulder, she found herself even closer to his face. What should she do? She wasn't sure if she should just bite the bullet and kiss him, or resist and keep going with her day. Would kissing him ruin their potential friendship? Her eyes darted down to his lips and then back to his eyes. He was intoxicating, and the look he was giving her was overwhelming and habit forming. She could get used to him looking at her like that.

Christian couldn't tell what she wanted, but he could see the conflict in her eyes. Deciding for the both of them, he slowly pressed his lips against hers. Neither of them moved, both were waiting for the other to make up their minds. 

 Losing what little self control she had, Roosevelt was quick to decide to not push him away. He felt right—what she had always imagined for herself. None of her previous relationships had felt like this—soft, inviting yet charged. She moved her lips against his causing him to play catch up which he easily did. It was a long, passionate kiss that caused her to feel warm all over. He pulled back to look at her, her face was flushed from their kiss. But he couldn't help admit aloud, "You're so beautiful."

"Christian--" 

He caught her off with another kiss. This time he was more aggressive which fostered a small moan from her. With ease, he turned and hovered above her for but a moment, then he began to sensually kiss her neck. Roosevelt inhaled sharply at each kiss. The way he was kissing her didn't feel like it was a one-night standish; it felt like he was trying to tell her what he didn't know how to say. But she had to ask; she didn't want to be wrong. 

"Christian," she breathlessly whispered, "What are we doing?" Lifting his head from her tan neck, he gave her a genuine smile and murmured, "I'm telling you how beautiful you are. Do you want me to stop?" 

She'd give it to him; he was smooth. "No,I..just.....what happens after?"

"What do you want to happen?" He questioned as his hands slowly grasped her defined hips, pulling her closer to him, causing her mind to briefly go blank. 

"I like you, and I don't want you to go away." God, she hated how pathetic she sounded.

Pulling further back from her, he gave her a raised eyebrow, "You think you're a one-morning stand?"

"I don't want to be." She admitted as she wiggled to sit up to meet him.  Their hips became flush. Shaking his head, he whispered against her lips, "I'm not going anywhere. I like you, too." They sounded like teenagers, which both had to shrug off. Relationships were complex, and sometimes, simplicity was best. They were also being as honest as possible. 

As they continued to kiss in their seated position, Roosevelt couldn't help but feel overly warm. Expertly, she removed her long sleeve PINK workout top revealing her sports bra. "Roosevelt." He growled inducing her to move backward and pull him against her. He was already shirtless, so she had free access to his six pack. With ease, she moved her hands around his neck down to his well-developed shoulders to his thick chest and down his abs generating a wild look from him. 

"Too much?" She taunted with what he would later dub her "sexy smirk."

"You keep doing that, I'm going to be deep in you." He ground out, his tone rough.

"Is that a promise?" Her hands moved to repeat her previous actions. His hands hastily pulled her leggings and underwear off. 

"You sure, baby?" He asked with his brown eyes boring into her caramel. Her hands immediately pulled his face back to hers and her hands easily let him know to lose his shorts. Laughing breathlessly, he easily made the rest of his clothes as well as her bra disappear. 

As she swiped his bottom lip with her tongue, she felt him enter her. Her eyes opened wide; his eyes met hers. He committed her surprised look to memory, how it made him feel caused him to push even deeper. 

"God, Christian." She muttered at how full she felt. He seemed to be waiting for her to tell him to go ahead. What were words at the moment? Kissing him hard, she wrapped long her legs around his waist. They went for some time before both came to their ends. 

Rolling off of her, Christian took a deep breath and turned on to his side to see her laying there collecting herself as well. Her hair was a mess and her face flushed, and he wanted that view.

"Still like me?" He asked with a grin. Roosevelt didn't even know where to begin. The rational part was ranting: They didn't use protection. Granted, she was always on the pill, but what was his history?
Ignoring her normal doubt and deciding to take a chance on all of it, she mimicked his movements, "I do. A lot."

"Good. Let's get cleaned up. I'm hungry." He offered with a smile. Nodding, she moved to cancel her alarm, but instead she found an incoming FaceTime from her brother. 'God. I have the worst luck.'

Signaling to Christian to stay silent, she answered, keeping only her face in the phone's frame. 

"Brother?" She questioned with drowsy eyes. Christian had done a number on her. 

"Did I actually wake you up?" He laughed with pure amusement at his sister's disheveled appearance. Rolling her eyes and ignoring his question, she pressed, "How can I help you?"

"Chappy spilled the beans." He announced with a somewhat amused expression. She kept her face neutral. There were so many possibilities, and she wasn't going to give anything away. 

"About what?" 

"You like Yelich." She raised an eyebrow at her younger brother causing him to chuckle at her. "You thought I'd be mad, right?"

What was he playing at? Her eyes looked past the phone to look at Christian was watching her with an amused expression.  

"Okay...." She wasn't sure what he was trying to tell her.  

"I'll introduce you? It's only fair since Jessie is now on the table, am I right?" This wouldn't end well. If she told him that Yelich and her were already getting acquainted, he'd blow up. She knew her younger brother; he was willing to introduce the two but not see them truly together. He had always ranted that no sister of his would end up with a MLB player.

"We'll talk later. I'm getting up and ready. BP is at 4, yeah?" She deflected. 

"Fine, and yeah. I'll talk to him. Get a feel. I can be an excellent wingman..." 

"Bye!" She hung up on him and smacked her forehead. 

"Sometimes, he's the worst." She muttered with annoyance. Sighing, she grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom. "Shower?"

"That'd be great." He confirmed as he watched her move about her rather large bathroom. The shower was plenty big for the both of them. He could tell her brother's call bothered her. 

"Hey, I can put on airs for him, if you want?" He offered with a small smile. As the warm water hit both of them, she shook her head, "It's none of his business, and clearly, I can talk to you myself." Immediately, the two of them found themselves connected once again.  The two wanted each other as much as possible before they had to separate again. 

Sometime later, they'd finally cleaned up. Roosevelt dressed herself in a pair of khaki shorts, a tight black sleeveless shirt, and black flip flops. She left her long hair to dry and only applied light makeup.  

Christian grinned at her, "I'm a lucky dude." Laughing at his antics and trying to smother how much she already liked him, she packed her work bag for later. 

"You want to stop by your hotel?"

"That'd be great. I need to check in and change. You look great, and I look like a bro, which is uncool." Shaking her head at him in disagreement, she grabbed her phone, Ray bans, and bag. He was sure to grab what was his before they headed out. 

The truck ride was filled with explaining likes and dislikes and sharing favorite childhood memories. As she pulled up to the front, she offered, "I'll park right over there and wait, yeah? Breakfast is on me."

"I'm gonna fight you on the last part. I'll be back in a flash." He gave her a kiss on the cheek before leaving. 

With Christian....

He jogged to his shared room with Lorenzo Cain. Swiftly entering and changing, he failed to notice his amused teammate. Once he was dressed in dark gray shorts and a plain blue t-shirt with a matching baseball cap, he moved to grab his wallet and shoes. 

"You never came back." Cain stated with a grin. Christian was startled by the man's sudden statement. How long had he been watching him? Shrugging with feigned indifference, he lied, "I slept on the couch." 

"Uh huh." The older ball player returned with an unimpressed look. "She called me; you know?"

Christian did a double take, "What now?"

Lorenzo laughed, "She called from your phone around 11:30 and stated you fell asleep on her table and wouldn't wake up." He paused and continued, "I believe you, dude. That woman don't take no shit. Where are you going?"

"I'm taking her to breakfast as a thank you for fixing my back."

"So, you're good to actually play today?" Cain taunted with a smirk. He was giving him a reminder/warning: don't let your personal shit out onto the field. 

"Shut up." Christian muttered as he exited the hotel room. 

With Roosevelt...

As she waited, she turned her music to 90s hip hop. She needed some strength, and it wasn't going to come from light rock. As NWA flooded her truck, she adjusted her Ray Bans and mentally prepared herself for the rest of the day. What would happen after the series was done? Would they still be together? 'Whoa, you're getting ahead of yourself.' She warned herself. 'Just enjoy the moment.'

Her FaceTime rang again, this time, it was Chappy. 

"Speak to me." She answered with clear sass in her voice. 

"I'm sorry I tattled."  A somber Chapman clearly shown on the screen. 

"It's alright. I'll get my revenge at some point. I gotta go, okay? I'll see you for BP." She shrugged him off and quickly bid him goodbye. She wasn't in the mood to talk to either of the Matts. Yelich and her had a good thing going; for the first time in a very long, she was content, which she gave clear credit to Christian. 

She was shaken from her thoughts when her truck door opened revealing a changed Christian. 'Still attractive as hell.'

"Welcome back." She greeted with a toothy smile. 

"Thanks. Cain said you called him?" He asked with a guarded look. Here was a test of honesty. Would their stories match? He was paranoid as so many others had lied their way through their time together.

"Yeah, I apologize for not asking to use your phone. I saw that he had texted you quite a bit--I didn't look at any of the messages. I simply used the messenger app to call him to tell him you were safe and asleep. I apologize. Next time, I'll call Chappy and go through the player route?"

"Next time?" He jested with a smirk. "It's okay. I get the predicament you were in." 

"Thanks, by the way, do you want my number?" Roosevelt offered as she lowered her glasses to look at him. 

"Lay it on me baby." After giving him her number and him sending her a flurry or different emojis, she drove the couple to small coffee shop, Blue Bottle Coffee, located back in Jack London Square, which she bashfully confessed, "I have a caffeine addiction. This place is great for saving me." 

"It also looks like food is near the coffee. As for the caffeine addiction, I highly recommend 5-hour energy." He added with a grin.  

"Yeah. I down those at tournaments. I'm happy to know I'm not the only one throwing those things back."

"Yeah. They're life savers." He hated himself. 'So lame.' He nervously adjusted his hat and followed her into the shop. The duo ordered black coffees and a breakfast sandwiches to go. She wanted to show him what drew her to this part of town. The duo took a seat on a bench that faced the canal leading to the San Francisco Bay. 

"This is a really nice view." He conceded with a smile. 

"It's no SoCal beach, but it's nice." She added with a similar smile. They both thanked their lucky stars that it was a quiet Wednesday morning, and most people were not out and about at 8:30am. 

"Where do you practice your volleyball?" He asked as he finished his sandwich. There was a long list of questions he had to ask, but for now, he'd settle getting a couple in here and there. 

"We meet up at a small suburban park about 30 mins from here. It's close to my teammate's house, and I don't mind the drive. I'll snap you next time we meet up to practice."

"Hmm, you going to do the Olympics in 2020?" 

"I was wondering when you were going to ask." She paused and took a sip of coffee, "I'm torn. I like playing, a lot, but I'm one match away from blowing out my left knee." His hand immediately found itself resting on her knee giving her the message of support.  "What about you? You gonna play baseball for Team USA?"

"I haven't decided. I did World Classic before and have a gold medal from that.  I'll probably wait on your decision." She gave him a crazy look, "Me?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to go to Tokyo without you." With ease, they shared a sweet kiss; both pulled back and shared smiles. 

"Alright. Let me see how the workouts go?"

"Completely fair. I don't want you putting yourself at risk for that. We could always just go to Tokyo for a vacation." It was true. The last thing he wanted to witness was her in pain, and he'd love to have her all to himself.

"Same goes for you. I'm going to be nervous every game you play. Those baseballs hurt like a bitch and can do some serious damage." 

"You're telling me." He was touched at her concern. His job was playing a sport that could end in injury, but he wouldn't quit the Show for a probable injury. Nope, he'd was already in talks to sign a nine-year deal with the Brewers. In his mind, he'd retire in Milwaukee, which they had yet to discuss in their two-day relationship. She clearly wanted to finish out 2019 in California. What about after? He had a house in SoCal, would she relocate to live with him in the off-season?

 'Getting ahead of yourself.' He reminded himself. 

A small silence settled between them. It wasn't uncomfortable; both found it comforting that neither had to put on a show for the other. What each saw was what they got. Christian knew he had to ask her about the earlier morning activities; he had to be careful, and he hadn't been. 

"So, about this morn--" He began in slightly higher octave then his normal voice. Roosevelt delivered a look of surprise and interrupted with a smirk, "I'm clean and on the pill. The question is...are you?" He should have expected that she had her shit together, but of course, he had doubted her. 

"Clean. It's been a quiet couple of seasons." He relayed with a long sip of the dark roast he'd ordered. 

"Didn't feel like it" she murmured and quickly adding, "The quiet part, not the other..." Another face palm for Roosevelt. Clearly, she was flustered and mad at her poor choice of wording prompting him to laugh at her. 

"I knew what you meant." 

"Thanks. I, too, have had a quiet time." 

The duo had another thing in common: a pathetic dating past. The reigning NL MVP stared the Olympian down and shared with a genuine smile, "I'm really glad you offered to fix my back." 

Her honey brown eyes lit up in reply and her smooth voice returned, "I'm glad you accepted. Now, do you want to go back to your boys in blue? Or do you want to hang out? I'm new to slowing down and smelling the roses." 

"I could tell by the trophy wall." He jested with a smile and then continued, "I haven't really visited this side of the Bay except to play. I've only seen SF as a tourist, so show me a couple of places before BP?"