Work Header

Proud Wife (The Midnight Rule)

Work Text:

“What?” Christen asked as she climbed into bed where her wife was grinning at her from ear to ear.

“What?” Tobin asked back, still grinning.

Christen rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked as she scooted over and laid down face to face with Tobin.

“I’m just…I’m just so damn proud of you. And so happy for you,” Tobin said as she ran her left hand up and down Christen’s side.

Christen smiled. Her mind was still digesting what had happened on the pitch that night, still unable to believe that they’d beaten a tough Netherlands squad and had done it by knocking in all their penalty kicks in a twist of what seemed like cruel fate at the beginning of the penalty shootout. Finding herself in the exact same position she was in five years ago, Christen’s nerves were at an all-time high and she had felt like she was going to pass out if she didn’t take deep breaths to calm herself.

Christen had grown a lot in the five years since she missed her penalty in Rio. She had been devastated beyond words and it took months to get her mind to a place where the failure no longer consumed her and she was able to take positives from the experience. She and Tobin had only been dating for eight months at that point, but she knew that Tobin was it for her. The way Tobin cared for her and gave her space to process everything and gave her support when she would break down. They spent a lot of time coordinating schedules so they could see each other, even for just twenty-four hours, because they found such comfort in each other. It was then that she knew without a doubt that she wanted to be with Tobin for the rest of her life.

When Tobin found her after the final whistle tonight, she had been so excited and happy for her that she had come through for the team and finally buried any lingering demons from 2016.

“You did it, baby!” Tobin said as she buried her face in Christen’s neck, holding her so tight. “This is the proudest I’ve ever been of anything in my life.”

Christen barely held it together as she listened to Tobin. She wanted to cry. And she wanted to kiss her and hold her hand. But she knew that would all have to wait until they got back to the privacy of their room.

Seeing the way Tobin was looking at her now, five years after the disaster in Rio, Christen was overwhelmed with the pride she could see oozing from Tobin’s eyes.

“Thanks, baby,” Christen said as she leaned in to give Tobin a kiss. “I wouldn’t have done it without you.”

“Yes, you would have. You are the strongest person I know,” Tobin said. “And you worked your ass off to get here.”

“I love you so much, Tobs. I love doing this life with you,” Christen said as she cupped Tobin’s cheek.

“I love you,” Tobin whispered. “I love being your wife and being next to you on this journey. I’m so lucky you chose me.”

Christen didn’t say anything. Instead she climbed on top of Tobin and softly kissed her wife’s lips. Christen could feel Tobin’s hands immediately find their way to her ass, massaging them and bringing their bodies flush against each other.

“I wanted to kiss you so bad after the game,” Christen said breathlessly when they came up for air.

“God, me too,” Tobin said. “One of these days, when it’s time to walk away, I’m going to kiss you so hard in front of everyone,” she said with a smirk.

Christen laughed. “Make it a good one,” she said.

“Oh I will,” Tobin said, accepting the challenge. “In the meantime, I want kisses from my rockstar of a wife right now,” she said huskily as she let her hands inside Christen’s underwear to knead her ass.

“God, baby, your hands drive me so crazy,” Christen moaned as she let her hips drive into Tobin. “Kisses. Now,” she said as she leaned back down and kissed Tobin hard.


The following morning, Christen and Tobin walked into breakfast together and sat down at their table with Pinoe and Crystal to wait for the coffee line to die down.

“Good morning!” Christen said cheerfully.

Pinoe and Crystal looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

“Is it, Pressy? Is it a good morning?” Pinoe asked sarcastically.

Christen was taken aback, wondering why Pinoe was in such a sour mood.

“Um, yes? Why wouldn’t it be a good morning?” Christen asked, thoroughly confused.

Pinoe huffed and Crystal leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms while Tobin watched the exchange.

“Hmm, let’s see. Who was up until 2am because some people couldn’t stop having very loud sex next door?” Crystal asked.

A blush instantly covered Christen’s face as Tobin smirked and tried not to bust out laughing.

“Look, we get it. You two are still newlyweds and you’re in your honeymoon phase and we had a big win last night, but you can’t have sex until two in the morning! I’m gonna be a fucking zombie watching video today!” Pinoe whisper-shouted. “When we come back to our room at midnight, we expect you two to be done with your hanky panky. The Midnight Rule is there for a reason,” she said as she took a big gulp of her coffee.

The Midnight Rule. A rule unofficially instituted in 2016 when Pinoe and Ash were roommates and Ash and Ali wanted some alone time at camp since they were playing for different clubs at the time. Pinoe had agreed to make herself scarce until midnight, hanging out with other teammates who were night owls, but Ali needed to be out of the room by midnight. Since then, it’s been the unofficial code within the team as a courtesy to roommates, but neighboring rooms as well.

“Shit, we’re sorry, guys. I guess we just got carried away,” Christen said, mortified at her friends hearing them having sex all night.

“Yeah, sorry, dudes. It won’t happen again,” Tobin said calmly, happy that they were at least in a corner room and only had neighbors on one side.

“You…” Pinoe pointed accusingly at Tobin. “Were you trying to go for a record of how many orgasms you could give Pressy in one night? You trying to rub it in for those of us who can’t have sex right now?”

Tobin and Christen looked at each other guiltily. They were usually pretty good about following the Midnight Rule. But Tobin had, in fact, been trying to get Christen to come more times than she ever had. And she came close to achieving it, but eventually they were just too tired to keep going.

“Uh…” Tobin stammered.

“You know what, don’t answer that,” Pinoe said, raising her hand to stop Tobin from talking. “Just…just either keep it way down or be done by midnight. That’s all we ask.”

“We will, so sorry about that guys,” Tobin said remorsefully as she rubbed Christen’s back, her wife’s face still a deep shade of red.

“Apology accepted,” Crystal said.

“Can I get you guys your food this morning? We’re at your disposal today. Whatever you need,” Tobin said, trying to make amends.

Pinoe and Crystal furrowed their brows at Tobin.

“Tobs, you really think we’re gonna let you near our food, knowing where your hands have been all night?” Pinoe asked incredulously.

“Dude, I’ve showered!” Tobin said, defending herself.

“No offense, Tobs, but you’ll need to give us a minute. There are just things we can’t unhear right now,” Crystal said as she and Pinoe stood up.

Christen buried her face in her hands, embarrassed and wishing the floor would just swallow her whole.

Pinoe walked up behind Christen and put her hands on her friend’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, Pressy. We’re not really mad. We’re just fucking with you. I’d be having crazy celebratory sex all night, too, if I were in your shoes,” she informed her.

Pinoe let go of Christen as she and Crystal walked away laughing.

“You know, our acting is getting so much better. I think we’re ready for some cameo appearances on tv shows,” Crystal said proudly.

“Fuck yeah, Dunny,” Pinoe said.

Christen groaned listening to her friends have fun at their expense as Tobin pulled Christen’s hands from her face.

“I hate them,” Christen jokingly lamented.

Tobin laughed and kissed Christen’s hand. “We should go ‘til 3am tonight. Teach them a lesson,” she said winking, only half-joking because if Christen would let her, she absolutely would.

A smile crept on Christen’s face. “Maybe not ‘til 3am since we’ve got a semi to win, but we can certainly go a few minutes past midnight just to get them back.”

Tobin grinned. “I like the way you think, baby. Fuck the Midnight Rule.”