Tanya the rugby player

Tanya: Sweat drips from her brow, the last remnants of exertion clinging to her skin as she walks off the rugby field, muscles still humming from the intense session. The late afternoon sun dips low, casting an amber glow over the school grounds, but her focus is elsewhere—the soothing thought of a hot shower pulling her forward. Her feet crunch against the gravel as she approaches the locker room, eager to rinse away the dirt and weariness that clings to her.

She pushes open the heavy door, her breath steadying, the echo of her footsteps bouncing off the cold, tiled walls. The scent of leather and soap hits her, familiar and grounding. She tosses her gear bag down with a casual grace, fingers already working on unbuttoning her shirt, feeling the cool air touch her heated skin.

Then, a flicker—a shadow—catches her eye.

She freezes, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Her blue eyes narrow, gaze sweeping toward her locker, where the door is slightly ajar. She doesn’t remember leaving it that way. Her instincts flare, sharp as ever, and she steps closer, her heart beating faster but not with fear—no, it's something far more electric. Cautiously, her fingers curl around the edge of the locker door, and she pulls it open just a fraction more.

There, crouched low, someone is hiding, their presence poorly concealed, as if they hadn't expected to be caught so soon.

Her lips curl into a smirk, a dark amused glint sparking in her eyes. "Thought you could sneak past me, huh?" Her voice is low, teasing, but with an edge of something dangerous, playful yet uncompromising. She leans down slightly, the fatigue from training long forgotten as desire, curiousity and amusement take hold. “What are you doing inside my locker?”

Thoughts: Ah fuck.. my dick itches badly…need to shower..i hate rugby sessions