"This okay?" Kevin asks, hyperaware of the way Gwen's pressed against him. He has an arm curled around her shoulders, bringing his jacket up to shroud them both from the sudden downpour.

"Yeah," Gwen says with a smile. She refuses to look him in the eyes as she huddles closer to his side, hand resting lightly on his torso as she nestles her head at the crook of his shoulder. Through thick droplets of rain illuminated by the stadium lights, she keeps her attention on the soccer field below. "Thanks, Kevin."

Her hair is damp and it's seeping through his shirt but the nearness of her body heat makes up for it. He wishes there was more than three minutes left in the game. Even with the breaks in between, punctuated by the ref's shrill whistle, he wanted to hold her like this longer. "It's nothin'."

With a game-saving block, Ben brings home a win.

"Alright!" Gwen cheers, cupping her hands to project her hollering down to her cousin. It's lost to the roar of the crowd and the tin of their cow bells as the buzzer signals the end of the tense game.

As everyone begins to file out of the bleachers, Kevin stands up to shrug the slick green outerwear off and drape it fully around the redhead. She clutches at the front of the jacket to pull it in tighter, savoring the warmth that lingers in the lining. "Not bad," Kevin grins. "Ben really came through at that last shot."

"If it wasn't for him, they wouldn't be moving on to state!" They shuffle down the aisle with the rest of the masses, making their way to the edge of the track that's fenced off around the field. "Ben!" she calls out to the huddled winning team. The goalie is in the center of it all, covered in mud, laughing along with one of his teammates.

"C'mon," Kevin places a hand at the small of her back and gently guides her away from the fence. "I can tell they're gonna be awhile."

"Fine," she sighs, jutting her bottom lip out and pouting into it.

Somehow, she convinces him that they should wait under the bleachers. The grass comes up to brush past the hem of his jeans and the shelter from the rain is spotty, but Gwen is determined to congratulate Ben before he leaves.

"I don't want to miss the chance to tell him. I just know his team is going to go out and celebrate all night!" she insists.

Not that he needed any persuading. Sidling up next to her, he leans into the steel understructure, gaze raking up and down her frame. "I'm not complaining."

She fingers the zipper of his jacket, partially sliding it up then back down the teeth. "Oh. Well, I feel like I've been dragging you around to things all day. I know you're not really into high school soccer."

"And miss a chance to get you alone under the bleachers?" He gives her a roughish smirk.

Her hands stop toying with the metal slider. They're actually kind of clammy, he realizes. From the rain or what he's implying, he's not quite sure. "Picking me up from my house, giving me your jacket..." she looks up at him through her lashes. "It's all kind of romantic, actually."

There's a strand of hair matted to her cheek, loose from her signature ponytail. He drags the pads of his fingers over her flesh, rough callouses making her shiver, to push the stray strands aside. Instead of dropping his hand, he brings his palm to cup the side of her face. "I always pick you up."

He can't tell with how overgrown things are down here, but he swears the soles of her shoes are up against his.

"Never for a date, though." The leather of his jacket groans as she rests her hands against his broad chest, leaning into her touch. "When are you going to ask me out?"

His thumb lazily grazes up and down her skin. "Y'know, making out here would be one heck of a first date."

Her smile is wide enough for him to feel it. "So we're on a date?"

A/N: Because I will always love the fact that Gwen asked him this like five episodes in to AF. As always, a review is worth a thousand faves!