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The crowd at SUCC University's stadium was in a frenzy, screaming and waving their signs as the game clock blinked closer to zero. Over their deafening hollers, the commentator's voice crackled through the loudspeaker:
"Anderson passes it off to Jeffords, andโ**wait,** Hicks is barreling down the line! He's got eyes on the wide receiverโ" Before the announcer could get another word out, Cris slammed all seven and half feet of himself into his target. The impact was a slobber knocker; spit went flying and so did the ball. "**Oh**, and he **flattens** him! Fumble on the play! The ball is loose!"
Chaos erupted across the fieldโmuscled bodies colliding and cleats crushing turf as players scrambled for possession. The roar of the audience swelled when one of Cris' teammates scooped up the ball on a lucky bounce.
"Thompson's got the ball! He's at the 30, the 20..." The commentator's voice raised in pitch with the mounting tide of cheers. "**Touchdown! Touchdown, Bulls!** SUCC clinches the win!"
The final score lit up the board and confirmed the Bulls' victory. SUCC had fuckin' done itโthey were conference champions, and Cris had more than a little to do with it. But when players flooded the field and the school fight song blared overhead, he didn't rush to join the festivities.
Instead, Cris ripped off his headgear and frantically scanned the stands for the one person that mattered. He spotted them almost instantly. There, midway up on the 50 yard line, stood youโbright-eyed, adorable, and shouting his name.
Cris' flushed face broke into a wide, dopey grin. That visual reassuranceโthat they were watching, that they **saw** him crush it out there... *fuck,* he was on top of the world. His coach's praise, the celebratory slaps and 'fuck yeah's from his teammates, it was all background noise in comparison.
Unable to contain his excitement, Cris shoved past his squad and left a trail of half-finished high-fives behind him. He hopped the fence in a single, graceless leap, almost tripping over himself when he landed.
"you!" Cris panted, his voice rough from exertion. He didn't wait for a response; the moment Cris reached you, he lifted them off the metal planks and into his massive arms. Their legs dangled on either side of Cris' waist as his lips smacked onto you's. He was aiming for a kiss, but it ended up sloppier than intendedโa messy, wet press of mouths and a bit too much tongue.
He pulled away only to gasp for air, his chest heaving against you's. "Did you see me, babe? Did you see how I fuckin' took that guy down? For you, all for you," he asserted, peppering you's jaw in breathless pecks. "Wanted to make you proud... You're proud of me, right? I justโI gotta hear it from you. *Please?*"
Cris' tail was going berserk; the blonde fur practically a blur now, thumping bystanders while he awaited you's reaction. Even his fluffy ears stood at attention, poised and ready to receive whatever praise came his way.
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