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It was just a simple G3 race. Even if she would never be caught dead giving anything less than her best, Curren Chan was absolutely confident that she would come out on top.
Unfortunately for her, it did also mean that she knew her sweaty hands didn’t come from any pre-race jitters.
“We already triple-checked your cleats, we also triple-checked your outfit, hmm... Anything else you need help with, Curren?”
By that point, Curren was more than familiar with how her trainer operated. She would pace back and forth with her clipboard, chewing on the tip of her pen, desperately trying to come up with any possible flaws that would impede her trainee to achieve her full potential, a tiny, charming frown to accompany it.
And as always, the question of ‘Anything else you need help with’ would follow.
At first, Curren always responded with a simple ‘no’, her trainer truly attentive enough to not necessitate any last-minute accommodations, but the problem of falling head over heels for someone is that the simplest questions could set your heart ablaze.
For far too many races, Curren’s throat was clogged with an unspoken request, an indulgent, hungry need for her trainer to finally give her what she had dreamed of all those years, the image in her head so clear she could make a whole fairytale out of it.
Curren, still sweating from the race, sparkling brighter than anyone else, and in a bout of passion, her trainer would lift her off the ground, her heart so full of pride and joy that it was impossible to not translate those feelings with a kiss.
She wished she could call that fantasy innocent, but she had crossed that line a long time ago. At this point, if she allowed herself to indulge, it was a legitimate distraction. Thankfully not one that had cost her any races, but she knew the boiling point was approaching.
It was for the sake of her career.
That rationalization didn’t make her shake any less, but it did make it slightly easier to show a genuine smile.
“Big Sis... There is actually something I really, really need.”
It was enough for her trainer to take her eyes off the clipboard, her attention fully dedicated to Curren and Curren alone, looking her up and down to try to pick out anything that might be out of place.
Big Sis really didn’t know the power she held. If her audience wasn’t out there waiting for her, Curren might not have resisted the urge to do something far bolder than asking for a kiss.
“Please, tell me,” Her trainer said, ready to serve.
Rare were the occasions where Curren found herself at a loss for words, a spark of doubt making her hold back for a second, but as she remembered the rewards, she let her confidence do the work for her.
“If I win, I need to get a kiss from you!”
The silence that followed was deafening, and after what felt like an eternity — that couldn’t have been more than two seconds — Curren was about to say it was all a joke, the idea of rejection more than enough to ruin not only her race but at least a few months of training, but instead, her trainer instead let out a warm, loving laugh, Curren’s body immediately relaxing.
“So that was it. Of course, Curren!”
Curren raised her head, trying to search for any hint of insincerity from her trainer, yet, what she found there instead was a gentle smile, the same one she thought was the cutest thing in the world.
She did it. She was going to get a kiss from her trainer.
That was going to be the easiest win in her life.
Curren broke her record by a large margin, and yet, when she went back to her dressing room, that was the very last thing in her mind. She hoped her fans would forgive her for a shorter-than-usual photo session, but she hoped they would all notice how much more beautiful she was the next time she appeared in public. The power of love was real, and it was about to happen to their beloved Curren Chan.
Her trainer was already waiting, smiling with a bottle of water, and with a racing heart, Curren ran to her, close enough to smell her perfume.
“Big Sis. I did it,” she said, almost not believing that it was all it took to realize her dream.
“You did it, Curren. You were the cutest in the race.”
Her trainer had always been taller than her, especially while wearing heels, but at that moment, Curren did not mind having to look up at her, even when she pulled them closer together, and like all the fairy tales she read before, Curren closed her eyes, waiting for her prince(ss) to seal their destiny together.
And then, she felt a kiss on her sweaty forehead.
“Your reward!” Her trained announced, so proud of herself Curren couldn’t help but remember that she really didn’t specify where she wanted the kiss to be.
With all due respect to her past self, Curren Chan wanted to commit some hardcore Curren-on-Curren violence right now. No wonder her trainer accepted so easily.
Still, fantasies of self-slapping aside, the forehead kiss did send a pleasant warmth through her body, sweet enough to make her smile regardless, and deciding that there was always time, she looked at her trainer, receiving an equally affectionate stare back.
“Next time, I will asking the same reward, alright?”
And next time, I will make sure to make it on the lips.
Her trainer nodded, crossing her arms.
“Of course. Anything to make you shine the brightest, Curren.”
And to get that kiss approved, she would probably need to win a couple of G1 races, but as of right now, she was overflowing with motivation. Nothing the power of love and many, many training sessions couldn’t solve.
“If you say so. Don’t forget, Curren Chan has a really good memory,” Curren said, throwing a wink and a smile to her trainer.