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happer08 · 2 years

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Summers Back Home

okay this got out of hand. this is all based off this.

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Summers in Nova Scotia were different from Denver. Still warm in the right ways, but they seemed more relaxing, especially with the pool that sat outside the house Nate had purchased a few years prior.

It wasn't huge, but neither was the house, it was perfect and domestic and everything Nate could have asked for after a long season. Going home was his favorite part of the year, away from work, from the city, back somewhere he was just Nate and not The Nathan Mackinnon.

It always took some time to settle in, unpack, make sure you went to see his mom and dad, and check in with Sid before life settled down and summer really started. This year was no different. The first few weeks, Nate spent time winding down from the season before he let himself begin to relax.

A trip to the liquor store and a good laugh about the neon purple swim trunks he had snuck out of Denver led to the best part of the summer, in your opinion.

Nate invited Sid over to the pool, a lazy crooked smile painted on his face from the second he shuffled across the yard with the mix for some stupid Canadian drink they both loved, one you refused even to smell, much less consume. Nate had that happy, relaxed smile you fall more in love with every year as he took the mix from Sid and bro-hugged him before b lining for the kitchen where he had unloaded the booze.

"How are you?" Crosby asked, taking the lounge chair next to you, the one with the yellow towel he had all but claimed as his own.

"Good," you smiled, happy and easy, glancing through the sliding glass door toward the kitchen where Nate was dancing to whatever playlist bumped through the speakers. "Sorry about the first-rounder."

Sid sighed, nodding as he chewed on the inside of his mouth.

"You know there is always next year."

"You sound like a robot when you do that" You had to laugh.

Sid smiled wide, his eyes crinkling in the best way.

Things settled, and you leaned back against the warm dark blue cushions, the bright Canadian sun warming your lightly tanned skin. The first few weeks had been kind to you and Nate, spending some time with each other outside as much as you possibly could, the sun already adding color to your and Nate's winter pale skin.

The door slid open as Nate returned with drinks. Your large boyfriend blocked out the sun briefly as you assumed he passed a drink to his friend before gently sitting on the end of the chair you lounged in.

"God, that's good," Crosby said after a long pause for him to take a drink.

"I miss these during the season, dude," Nate agreed, his cold hand falling to your calf quickly raising goosebumps.

"You want one, honey?" Nate asked more out of general politeness over the real possibility that you wanted one.

"God no, but thank you" You chuckled, opening and shading your eyes from the sun.

"Your loss," Nate chuckled, cheersing Sid before they both took a drink.

By the time those had been finished, Nate had made his way into the pool, his forearms resting on the side as Crosby sat on the edge, leaving Nate to chirp him for not getting in.

It didn't take much convincing for you to slide into the water with Nate, given your time in the sun. With both of you chest-deep in the cool water, Sid offered to make round two, his thick legs sloshing out of the water as he plucked the glasses walking across the patio humming to the music Nate turned on.

"God, I love summers here," Nate hummed, a little buzzed already, his head laying on his crossed arms. "Thank you for coming with" He smiled lazily.

His massive hand landed gently on your hip; Nate reached out, pulling you against him, dragging you through the water to sandwich you between the wall and his thick warm frame.

"I love you," He whispered, his face close enough for your noses to bump.

"Okay, I'll leave if you start that," Crosby interrupted, making you jump as you hadn't heard the door slide back open.

Nate was drunk by the time he tipped the glass back to finish the third drink; Sid was known for having a heavy pour when it came to drinking in the summer, and given that Nate never drank during the season, he was a lightweight.

You had left the pool a while ago, opting to lay back out on the loungers and listen to the babbling drunk hockey conversation between your boyfriend and his best friend. It stayed that way, peaceful; a few mentions of a power-play unit vs. and pk unit never killed you, and hearing Nate drunkenly ramble was on your list of favorite things.

Eventually, Sid sighed, a telltale sign he was ready to head out. Nate got out of the pool, seemingly forgetting he was soaked, and hugged Sid, who took it with a grimace. Then Sid kissed the top of your sun-heated check and headed back across the yard, promising that we'd make dinner plans soon.

Nate, still dripping water, stood near you, blocking the sun and dripping little beads of freezing water over your skin.

"Can I lay there?" He pointed at the spot between your legs, a spot big enough for him if he laid the majority of his body on yours.

"Of course, you can" you smiled, and he went easily.

By now, the sun had moved and covered your face and chest and the top of Nate's head, his lower back, and legs still laying mostly in the light.

He was heavy in a welcoming way, his head laying on your chest, his eyes closed and breathing even. He was truly beautiful, his features prominent but not overbearing. The tiny now white fading scars from years of hockey only evident when you got this close, which few ever did. His hands and arms moved, so they tucked under the small of your back, snuggling closer in a way that only drunk Nate usually did. He seemed content, so you kept looking.

Though it had only been a few weeks, little brown freckles appeared on Nate's usually porcelain skin. Covering the tops of his now red shoulders, the bridge of his nose, and the tops of his cheeks. You looked down over his body, the usually taught and hard muscles of his back relaxed, contracting with every deep, content breath he took. His obnoxiously neon purple swim trunks had fallen low on his hips to the point where you could see the dips in his back were the dimples he insisted he didn't have laid. His strong legs hung over the edge of the lounge chair, hanging with his toes barely touching the ground below.

This was your favorite version of the man you loved: pliant, a little buzzed, and happy.

"Can feel you staring," Nate mumbled, his words muffled mainly by your skin.

"Can't help it when you're just so handsome," you hummed back, pushing your face into the top of his head.

"Think we can go inside; these shorts are uncomfy," He asked, looking up and blinking slowly; you watched his pupils dilate then fix to normal. His beautiful ice blue eyes warmer than usual.

"Yeah, that sounds good, my suits wet, and it's making me cold; also, you need to eat something."

The tips of Nate's ears pinked at the idea of eating, and you shook your head as he pushed back and got off you. He held out a flat hand and helped you up, following you inside.

After examining the tan lines from the day, you changed into one of Nates' old juniors' shirts and a pair of underwear, combing out your hair before joining Nate in the kitchen. He looked tanner than the day prior, the red slowly browning and settling on his skin.

"You look handsome," you hummed, pressing a kiss against his shoulder blade and pulling two bottles of water from the fridge as he put together a sandwich.

"You want half?" He hummed as you draped yourself along his back.

"Yes, please, no mustard" you kissed the same spot and then headed for the couch.

Flopping down, you waited for Nate to join you, carrying one plate with a full towering sandwich and a second half of the same sandwich minus a few things.

"You are too good to me" You smiled up at him.

Nate had since changed; a dark gray pair of shorts hung from his muscular hips, and he opted to be shirtless like he did for most of the summer.

Nate sat and leaned over for a kiss.

"Your skin is so warm" he smiled into your mouth. "Wanna touch" he reached out, his fingers nimbly working under the shirt you wore.

"Those drinks were nice to you, weren't they" You pulled away, brushing your fingers over his brow bone.

"Think the sun did it too" He leaned in for another kiss, this time opting to crawl over you, pinning you back to the wide couch, kissing you, and feeling under your shirt, chasing the warm skin under it.

"Nate, the food," You said between nipping kisses.

"The sandwiches can wait" he moved and kissed over the shirt down your body till he got to the top of your underwear; he folded up the hem of the oversized shirt and kissed between your belly button and underwear. Before you had the chance to complain about teasing, Nate hooked his fingers in your underwear and drug them down your legs, dropping them near the couch. He kissed your inner thighs, looking up at you.

"Nathan," You breathed, a plea more than anything.

"Been so long since I did this, honey, too fucking long," he breathed, and you jolted at the feeling.

"Go on then," you encouraged.

So Nate did. He licked with a flat tongue over your core and hummed before going in for a second taste. As if working on muscle memory, you grabbed at his hair, lacing your fingers in it as Nate buried his face in your pussy, flat licks before prodding pokes into your core that forced a few punched-out sounds to escape your body.

Nate licked, his nose bumping your clit, leaving you soaked and pulling your knees toward your chest to get more from his mouth. His mouth attached to your clit gave a few harsh sucks before he pulled away.

His mouth was glistening, his lips swollen and red along with the rest of his mouth. He took a second to kiss the inside of your thigh before sloppily licking his middle and ring finger, gently pushing into your pulsing pussy.

"Greedy," Nate commented before adding his tongue back to the mess he had made.

His fingers were thick, and they gave a nice full stretch as he licked at your pussy in a way that made you shake harder than you were willing to admit.

"Nate, I-" You started digging your fingers into his scalp. He knew what was coming.

"Go on, show me."

So you did. You convulsed, shaking and tightening your legs around his head as a loud, semi embarrassing moan escaped your throat. Nate stopped using his mouth but pushed his fingers deeper, hooking them slightly pushing into the spongy part that made you see stars.

You panted and heard the blood rushing in your ears and didn't come back to coherency till you tasted yourself on Nate's mouth. He kissed gently, mostly sucking at your lips as he withdrew his fingers with a slick pop that made you shiver.

He kissed over your chin and jaw as your body caught the aftershocks of one of the first orgasms he'd provided since the beginning of playoffs.

"Always so beautiful when you do that," Nate praises gruffly into your ear, his teeth catching your lob gently as you reached out for him.

"You ready for the rest, sweetheart?" he asked, kissing your cheek wetly.

"Please" was all you could muster.

He pulled back, and you whimpered at the sudden loss of his warm skin. He made sure to keep his leg pressed to yours as he stepped out of his shorts, his heavy, painfully hard cock thudding against his lower stomach before settling with a clear thick bead of precum budding at the tip.

Without a second thought, and before Nate could move, you sat up, mouth level with his cock.

"You don't-" Nate started before you laid a kitten lick over his tip. The precum salty on your tongue.

He gasped and folded inward a little, his thighs shaking. Reaching out, you grabbed the base pushing the tip of his cock into your mouth, looking up at him as his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth fell open. His hand came to the side of your head, his fingers lacing in your hair gently. You began to suck, slow and deep taking him into your mouth, covering your teeth with your lips as you practically savored the taste of him invading every inch of your mouth.

"Yeah fuck” he let out from above you.

The more you sucked, the more Nate shook; adding your other hand to his thigh, you could feel him trembling under your touch. Every noise he made was accompanied by faint praise about how warm your mouth was or how "fucking good" it felt.

Nate pulled back as your jaw began to ache; the same slick slide came as he pulled out of your mouth. He mumbled something about needing to be inside before he hooked his arms at the elbow under your knees and pulled you close to where he chose to kneel on the couch.

He kept one arm hooked, the other moved and tapped his cock on your soaked pussy; his cock felt heavy between your legs, hot and pulsing as he looked down over your bodies.

"I fucking love you so much" Nate paused and looked at you; his face had pulled away from lust and landed between far gone and sincere. If he hadn't been about to rail you in the living room of his summer house, the moment could have been tender, and it kind of was in the way only Nate could pull off.

"I love you so much," you replied, reaching out for him.

He grabbed your hand, gently laced your fingers, and pushed in his body, settling over yours, and he breathed heavily, taking his time adjusting to the tight squeeze your body had on him.

"Fuck I forgot how good this was," he mumbled, sucking and nipping at your neck, surely leaving a trail of marks in his wake.

"Na-nate, I need you to move," you started to beg, your voice a sob you had little control over.

"Need a-a second, or I'll cum” He tried to explain through labored breathing. "Just so fucking tight," he grunted.

What could have been an eternity later, Nate pulled back, slow; your body halfway refused to give it up, tight grip on his cock made him shake and grip your thigh tighter than he intended. His other hand held his weight over you with a balled fist pressed into the couch near your hip.

"Yeah yeah yeah," you whimpered, nails digging into his forearm, head tilted back as your other hand grabbed at the shirt still on your body.

There was a silent agreement neither of you would last long, given the oral, the sun, and the alcohol still in Nates' system, but you'd do your damndest to enjoy it while it lasted.

"This is so good" Nates' brain clearly short-circuited as he pulled back out slowly and pushed back in at the same speed; he was taking his time, feeling every inch of the warmth between your legs that sucked him in.

"Nate, I-I need you to fuck me," you sobbed, opening your eyes to meet his. His pupils had dilated to the point that the crisp blue was nearly gone.

"Yeah?" he asked, his grip tightening.

"Please," you pleaded, scratching at his flexed abs.

So he did.

Nate folded his body over yours, covering you completely, his hands tucked under your body, his hips moving as he pistoned his way in and out of you, hitting the sweet spot he had discovered long ago. His lips fell to the stretched-out collar of the shirt, half mouthing at your skin, half drooling over the fabric as you both lost each other in the junction of your body.

Your moans slowly turned to whines as your nails dug into the thick muscles on Nates' back, and before you had a chance to say a word, you came again, tightening on Nate.

Nate moaned and shook. His mouth hung open as you clawed for purchase on his skin, trying o get him somehow close, your shaking legs wrapping his hips as Nate followed suit, cumming deep and heavy inside you.

You panted, Nate's body relaxing over yours, his splotchy red face tucking into your neck as he took a few dark seconds to recover; both of your muscles bounced with adrenaline as you both slipped into bliss.

At some point, you fell asleep with Nate still buried inside you; everything from the day, the sun, the sex, and the warmth of your boyfriend knocked you from the conscious world. Only to be woken up with a warm cloth between your legs and a hollow feeling in the same spot.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Nate joked. He was dressed again but still shirtless, a few bites missing from his sandwich and a blissful smile on his lips.

"You should eat" Nate reached out, pulling you up gently into a sitting position.

"Stand up for me," Nate pulled once more, and you willed your limbs to corporate, and much to your surprise, they did just that.

With the same smile, Nate helped you pull back on your underwear and then sat you back down next to him, handing you the small half sandwich he had made. You leaned into his shoulder, heavily savoring the turkey and cheese on your tongue as you sat in shared silence.

"Thank you," you finally spoke up after swallowing the last piece of your meal.

"What for?" your boyfriend asked, glancing at you. His cheek poked out, full of food, and you couldn't help but giggle.

"Just everything, I love you so much, and I'm just grateful for you."

Nate swallowed and moved to face you, setting his sandwich back on the paper plate on the coffee table.

"Summers back home are the best part of my year, and since you agreed to start coming with, they only get better. I wanna do this forever."

He leaned in, kissing the tip of your nose then pecking at your lips.

You didn't know if it was the sun, the sandwich, or what Nate had just said, but your body felt warm inside. With a smile, you wrapped your arm through Nates and snuggled in.

Summers with Nate were good but forever sounded better.

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coachtfd · 1 year

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RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!!!!!

DEFENDING CHAMPS OUT IN THE FIRST ROUND!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥

#tfd #not football but hockey #seattle kraken #nhl #colorado avalanche #nhl playoffs #colorado avs #seattle #hockey

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pawpurrus · 7 months

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Georgie letting the hair grow out longer this season 😍

#colorado avalanche #colorado avs #alexandar georgiev #nhl goalies #nhl hockey

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bruinsbabydaddyy · 1 year

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Pregame Naps - Nathan Mackinnon

One thing everyone knew about hockey players is there superstitions and how serious they took them.Your Fiance especially took his very serious his day always started with eggs and pre workout and he'd only do cardio that day and very light weights because he doesn't want to lose “his physique” even though you've tried to tell him that one day of rest won't deflate his abs.But the one thing he holds to the highest importance are the pregame naps.This adult man sleeps like a toddler and you think its the cutest thing ever.He passes out as soon as his head hits the couch (he refuses to sleep in the bed because he says its bad luck).

Which brings you to today's game. It's a home game against the maple leafs and you hear the front door open and the nails of your dogs' paws scratch on the hardwood to go greet the visitor who you recognise immediately as you hear him start to baby talk your two 90 pound mastiffs.

“Babe are you here?” he shouts from the kitchen

“In the bedroom hun”you say slightly quieter

“Oh good you're already in position” “position for what exactly?” expecting him to say something not pg he simply states “for nap time”.you then remember that you're soon to be marrying a hockey player and you should've expected that answer.”Fine get in here” he then throws his under armor shirt on the floor somewhere and just as you were about to scold him he jumps into his arms and kisses your forehead and everything including the shirt leaves your mind completely and the only thing you can focus on is the smell of old spice and aftershave.”y'know there's a lot of things I love about hockey, the games,the fans, my teammates but the one thing I love the most is getting the excuse to hold you in my arms and fall asleep with you every home game” “that was the cheesiest thing you've ever said to me” “I know im thinking about putting them in my vows” “please don't” and with that you start to drift off and just when you start to fall you feel two tornadoes of dog jump into your shared bed and even though your mad you got woken up you realize there's no where else you'd rather be.

#nathan mackinnon #nathan mackinnon fic #colorado avs

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sainzmakarrrr · 1 year

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I had to post this.

#im sorry #cale makar #colorado avalanche #colorado avs #go avs go #nhl #this is too cute #please help

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equallyshaw · 1 year

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𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔶𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔧𝔬𝔰𝔱

Warnings: talks of trauma/ptsd, parents killed in car accident.

Word Count: 2.9 k

also it's 2019-2020 here. got her license in 2019, dont mind the mask. also, she is nameless. an oc without a name.

Sour Masterlist.

Tyson is interchanging between you and he, in this.

Happy New Years!! Hope you guys had a wonderful evening, wish all the best this new year :)

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I got my driver's license last week

Just like we always talked about

'Cause you were so excited for me

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We met at a Gabe's christmas party, in 2016. I knew Mel from my older sister, they both worked in the same industry. At 18 years old, I still hadn't learned how to drive due to a car accident when I was a kid. I remember I admitted that after we had spent the night with one another two months after we had been talking. You smiled at me, no amusement, no sarcasm or snort in sight. You genuinely, wanted to teach me how to drive and I remember blushing like a fool, and happy tears brim my eyes. Nobody had ever offered, besides my sister.

The very next time we hanged out, on a sunny April afternoon, you smiled and somehow got me to get in that damn drivers seat. I remember having an anxiety attack, I began to shake and cry. With flashbacks of that horrible accident, with me in the backseat. You instantly jumped out of the car, opened the driver's car and kneeled down next to me. Your hands found mine, then set a hand on my knee. Comforting me as much as you could, not knowing or understanding how I felt. You wiped my tears away, giving me a small comforting smile. I frowned then, my lips quivering. You shushed me, bringing my hands up to your mouth and giving them a kiss. You promised me you were there, and that you'd always be. A few minutes later, you hopped back into the passenger seat and told me that I could do this, even if I went less than ten miles an hour in this abandoned parking lot. Somehow, someway I actually drove. Afterwards we got froyo, and I still remember the absolute horrible stomach ache you got. We barely made it to my aunt's house, a few block's drive. You came out of the washroom, and instantly placed your hands on my cheeks, giving me a huge kiss. I remember smiling, and wrapping my hands around yours. We parted, and you told me right then and there. "There is no chance in hell baby you're not getting your permit now!" You playfully joked, and then we marched down to the DMV.

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And you're with that blonde girl

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September rolled around, and so did training camp. You weren't at the DMV like you had promised you'd be. You promised that you were going to fly out a week early just to come with me and be there. Yet, you were not. Then I drove down to downtown Denver, to spend a day in the city shopping before class and I saw you. And I saw her. I swallowed the tears that began to form, before I turned around and out of that coffee shop. Im certain, you noticed my hair as I whipped around.

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And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

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We were together from Feburary of that year, and seemingly broke up around the beginning of August, though I had no idea. You forgot to mention that part, Ty. I think back to the times of no clarity, times where I felt like I was walking on egg shells. Feeling like I had to be somebody different, though I wasn't good enough. You forgot to remember or failed to realize, how in love I was. But you knew. You knew how I felt, confessing the same exact thing to me. How did that change? How did I not become enough? It took me a few months to finally feel like I could breathe, without feeling guilty. It always felt like one step forward and three steps back. It was like I was the love of your life, then I wasn't.

It made me angry. How could you simply discard me? Was I know longer enough for you? You toyed with me for some time, got bored and dumped me without telling me? Or were we never what I thought we were? Gabe and Mel tried their hardest to be there for me, but you were his teammate; so he could only be there so much for me. Mel didn't understand and her and my sister would have conversations here and there. You Tyson, just didn't seem like the type to do that. Though, here we are. I just don't see how you could be ok with your best friend to slip away like that, or was I never your best friend?

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And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah

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I knew around Feburary, a year from when we started to date; everybody was tired about hearing him. How I would sometimes see him around town with that blonde girl. I knew they were tired hearing of how much I missed you. Though, they'd never understand. Mel and Gabe would never understand where I would come from. I felt sorry for them, that they'd never see that kid like freedom and kid like spontaneity from him. He'd always have to feel like he had to be 'on' around them, in order to be taken seriously.

They'd never know of him showing up to my sister's house at 9 am on a Sunday with coffee and a donut from the bakey down the street. Or the random brunch dates he would drag me to. Though, I always wanted to go. Free coffee, wouldn't you go? I took a gap year between my senior year of highschool and college, and that year was spent intandem with him. We would stay up to late talking with morning walks with coffee, and my sister and I's dog. We would run off to the zoo every so often, or to the Denver art museum, or one time we went to Breckenridge to ski and snowbaord. Though middway through, he found me in the lobby doing an 'Après-ski' but with hot coco and a croissant. He smiled at me, before giggling as he sat down in front of me at the coffee bar. Nobody knew the real Tyson, that so very few understood and witnessed. Despite, him dropping me like I was nothing; I'll be forever grateful for that time of freedom and childlike bliss with him.

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I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you

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Once I got my license, I used to drive to Mel and Gabe's a lot in order to babysit them. You and a teammate named Jt, moved into a townhouse near them and sometimes I'd take the long way to go past; always to see if you were home. I sometimes drive past the zoo, the museums, the canal where we cayaked, the coffee shops and places where we had brunch dates. The bowling alley where some teammbonding and better halves dates happened. There are some days that I just end up at a place, without thinking. Once I park, or catch the street signs; I then realize where im at. Then head home or someplace else. I still love you Ty, and unfortunetly I can't fucking stop. Im afraid I never will.

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I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

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There were SO many times we got stuck in traffic, where some of our deepest and most revealing conversations happened. Where some of our fights happened, too. So many times I find myself in the passenger seat, hoping that when I looked over to my sister in the drive's seat, it'd somehow be you. And vice versa. Before we started dating, and right after we met you wanted to take me to see the christmas lights around the city. On the 22nd before you left for home in BC. I smiled shyly, and nodded at the christmas party. We drove around the suburbs, looking at the lights before making our way towards the city. We got stuck in traffic ten minutes away from the zoo lights, and for the first time in my life, I felt incredibly connected to somebody my age.

After my parents died in the car accident, with me in the back seat; I always had trouble connecting with those around me because nobody understood what it was like going through something so life changing and horrific. So I kept to myself, especially the four years after. I finally made two friends, but other than that; I did not have anybody. Certaintly, no boy as a friend. You were my first friend guy friend, and that made me warm and fuzzy inside. In the most platonic and innocence way. I kept that hidden until late Feburary, and again no judgement or alternate thoughts came from you. You accepted that huge part of me, one that has forged a barrier between me and driving. Me and growing up as an adult, and moving on in life. I was always scared that when that happened, I'd be leaving a period of life, a chapter of life that my parents were not apart of. I was 14 when they died, and told myself I'd never drive in my lifetime. Then you came along. And while we sat in that traffic, as I struggled to hold it together, you made me laugh. You told me about growing up in BC, playing hockey, your little sister. Everything. How you were lucky to have JT through all of this, and that he was your bestfriend after only meeting him at training camp. For one of the first time's after the accident, I felt safe in a car. And it was because of you.

I reached out to you when the Pandemic began in March 2020, over a year since we had first met. Only seven months after you and I stopped talking, well you stopped talking. I simply just wanted to make sure you were safe, and to see how you were doing without hockey. I thought that you weren't gonna respond, then a crisp 2 minutes later you did. You told me how you were doing, how lonely you were feeling a week into being alone in the townhouse while JT went home to Chicago with his girlfriend. How upset that you were not able to secure a plane ride home to BC. And that you missed me. I remember pausing once that single message came in, and rereading it over and over again. I wouldn't cave though. He didn't deserve for me to cave. So I simply stated, 'me too.' And I left you on read for two more weeks.

After three weeks altogether, I got a facetime from you around 2 am Mountain time and you were having your first anxiety attack. I remember my heart beating out of my chest, not know what to do over the phone. Once you calmed down after about 10 minutes on facetime, you looked me in the eyes and apologized. Apologized for not only dropping me but how you treated me sometimes in our relationship. I nodded, thanking you. Yet, not givig him much to draw on. I again reiterated that I wished you the best, and hung up. I deleted out messages that sat at the bottom of my conversations list. I blocked your number, sighing a breath of relief. I needed that closure without realizing it.

Yet, he'd always be there with a thorn. You'd always have a sore spot in my heart but with a warning sign. Because you promised to be there, after everything we went through and how long it took me to get to said place; and you weren't there. Did you even love me, like I loved you?

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@herusername: got my license baby !!!!!

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@mel.landeskog: so proud of you honey!!!!

@sistersusername: so stinking proud of you. Mom and dad would be too🤍

@gabelandeskog: heck yes!!!! Got a new chauffeur now

@herusername: boy bye

@mel.landeskog: my (soul) sister got her licenses today. Never been so proud before, you’re gonna me an amazing aunt. I just know it. Also, a babysitter ;)

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@herusername: ahhh love u. Can’t wait to meet baby landeskog !!!

@bigh0rny: congrats little one 👊🏻

@tysonbarrie: congrats !!

@ryanoreilly: yay!

@natemackinnon: awesome party, why wasn’t I invited??

@bigh0rny: I would like to know why I wasn’t either

@sistersusername: best hype squad in the world

@mel.landeskog: totally !!

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When Life Gives You Lemons- Part 13

Warnings: Mature content, abuse, rape, eating disorders, OCD etc. Some of these things go into a bit of detail. These warnings are relevant to the whole fic, not just particular chapters.

Word Count Chapter: 4677

Word Count Total: 58,279

Author’s Note: Barbs and Lemon are back by popular demand! Reminder, that this fic starts during the summer of 2019. I will be tagging the Avs and Lausanne HC. Also *~*~*~*~* means a POV change. Flipping between Mark and Clementine. This part begins with Clementine. THERE BE SMUT (kinda).

Part Thirteen*

When I woke, my heart was racing, Daze was planted on my chest with her head tucked under my chin, and Barbs was in a towel, soaking wet; standing over me. Absurdly, the first thing I noticed was how the droplets of water followed the trail of his chest hair down to his belly button.

I petted Daze and took a few deep breaths, focusing on the water dripping down Mark’s chest, the nightmare featuring Bill fading into the recesses in my mind where he would lurk until next time.

When my heart rate approached a reasonable rate, the Border Collie lifted her head and licked my cheek.

I was still focused on watching the water trail down Barbs’ body, and without thinking, I reached up to chase a droplet with my finger.

HIs brows disappeared into his hair, as he asked, “What the fuck, Lemon?”

My focus was still on that droplet and it took me a minute to realize that that wasn’t what he was asking about. My voice sounded like it was coming from a different room and when I put the pieces together, I responded, “Oh, I have night terrors,” like I was mentioning I bought the wrong milk and not a serious psychosomatic issue.

His voice was stern, which pulled me out of my body-hair-water-droplet-related rapt state, when he said, “Clementine.”

Daze retreated to the other end of the couch and gave me a weary look. “I mean,” I started defensively, “I don’t know what you want me to say. I have night terrors. It’s not something I can control.”

He pushed away from the couch and ran his fingers through his dripping hair, looking sort of frantic. “Fuck,” he exhaled, “I thought you were dying. Do you have these every night?”

He was pacing, water was still dripping off of his body and, amongst other things, I was a little worried he was going to slip on the concrete floor.

The more wound up he got, the tighter I felt the boa constrictor squeeze my chest. I knew that I was only going to get one chance to reason with him or explain myself before I felt like I was going to completely suffocate and it would become impossible to do so, so before I got there, I pleaded, “Mark.”

I don’t know what he saw, but his face closed down and he turned on his heel, walking down the hallway and muttering to himself, “Fucking night terrors.” The loud slam of the door made me jump, and Daze was trying to crawl in my lap, likely because she realized that I was all of a sudden overwhelmed by the feeling I needed to be anywhere else right the fuck now.

I pushed her off of my lap and made my way to the front entryway, snagging my tote on the way. My hand was reaching for the door when Mark came out of the bedroom, tucking himself into his jeans, calling “Lemon?”

My bare feet didn’t make a sound on the polished concrete floor as I walked toward the bank of elevators. Daze was trotting beside me trying to cross in front of my path and I started to dig in my bag for an extra leash; I usually had five on me. You know, just in case.

I veered right at the elevators since I was still taking the stairs these days, which was when Mark caught up to me, a pair of my of shoes in one hand and his house keys in the other.

“Lemon, wait,” he implored. When I didn’t respond, he repeated, a little more forcefully, “Lemon, babe. Shoes.” How he managed to leap down a flight of stairs and skid out in front of me to block my passage, I don’t know; however, I will say that I wasn’t too wrapped up in my panic attack to prevent my noticing this feat of athleticism and subsequently file in away in my brain as something to appreciate at a later time and place. But now was not it.

Mark knelt down in front of me, laces on my shoes undone, and he slipped a little ankle sock on each foot. Honestly, the image was so ridiculous that it provided me with a moment of clarity just long enough for me to take a deep breath. I used his shoulder for balance as I put one shoe on, then the other. I could feel his body heat through the palm of my hand; his muscles were like granite, and he just felt so warm and solid in front of me.

By the time he was done lacing both shoes, my panic attack had ratcheted down from a 7 to a 3 out of 10. My fingers were gently tracing random patterns into his shirt, allowing me to feel the intersections of muscles beneath his skin. Mark didn’t say anything as he remained kneeling in front of me, letting me have my moment or ten. Eventually, though, he stood and slid his arm through mine, pulling me in for a hug and setting my hand on his forearm so I could twirl his arm hair, much to my heart’s delight.

Things after that were a bit of blur and I don’t know how far we walked, but we ended up at a small park that was completely devoid of people. Taking Daze’s leash off, I started to dig in my purse and she knew whatever was coming out was going to be for her, so she started dancing on her front paws. I sat on a bench and handed the ball to Mark. He showed it to Daze, who let out an excited bark as he threw it.

He sat next to me, arm behind me on the bench, his voice almost light, as he murmured, “I didn’t know service dogs could play.”

I leaned into his body, suddenly tired even though I had just woken up. Between the night terror and the panic attack, I felt like I had run a marathon. “Dogs are like people,” I reminded him, “They’ll burn out if it’s all work all the time. They just need to be dogs sometimes.”

We sat in silence for a few more minutes before he spoke again. “You know,” he began, “even the most well-adjusted, intelligent man would struggle with this situation, right? And we both know I am neither of those things.”

“What situation would that be?” I asked, playing very dumb.

Mark didn’t pull any punches as, without hesitation, he responded, “Trying to date a woman who has survived some serious trauma and not without physical and mental scars.”

I was glad to hear that, if nothing else, he didn’t say ‘crazy person.’

Daze came back and dropped the ball at his feet; he picked it up and threw it again, wiping his hand on his jeans. “You’ve had a lot of time to get used to what happened to you, to learn how to make jokes about it, but this is all new to me. I never think it’s your fault, I never think this is something wrong with you.” He took a deep breath before he continued, “You just need to give me a minute to fucking process some shit. Like, when I hear you scream like you’re being murdered on my couch while I’m in the shower, for example. I don’t think my heartbeat has ever been that fast and I am a professional athlete. And then you’re totally just chill, telling me you have Night Terrors like you’re informing me the Queen got another Corgi.”

I cleared my throat, vaguely uncomfortable, informing him, “Actually, the Queen isn’t actually breeding corgis anymore…”

His hand settled on the back of my neck and he squeezed lightly, as a tight smile crossed his face and he shook his head ruefully. “Lemon,” he chuckled, “that’s not the point.”

I halfway turned to face him, asking pointedly, “What is the point then, Barbs? That we’re both perfectly imperfect?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” he clarified. “What I mean is that only one of us can freak out at a time, Lemon, and sometimes that person needs to be me. Like, when you casually drop the bomb that sometimes you wake up screaming, solely because some asshole traumatized you that much.” He looked at me and went on, “And it feels like I have about half a second to process that information and go through a range of emotions related to that. Today, for example, I went from thinking “putting that dude in a hole in the ground is too kind” all the way to “holy shit, what does this mean for my sleep on game days?” in about two seconds flat.” He gave the back of my neck another squeeze before he continued, “And sometimes I’m probably going to need to walk away to process. But I’m not walking away from you, ok?”

I nodded, understanding what he was telling me; as someone who had spent a good chunk of time overwhelmed by a variety of feelings, I didn’t have to imagine very hard what a situation like that felt like for Mark. “I think that’s fair,” I acknowledged, meeting his eyes. I took a deep breath and continued slowly, “I’m just… surprised you’re willing to try at all.”

He pulled me into his body, whispering in my ear, “Of course I am. But we are going to have to figure something out regarding the shoe situation, because I can’t have you wandering around Denver in bare feet. It’s where I draw the line.”

“That is an acceptable request,” I said through a smile. “I will work on it.”

Daze brought the ball back and Mark threw it farther this time. Clearly upset it was so much farther away, she offered a hysterical bark as she tore after it.

We sat in silence for a while, watching Daze take her time coming back with the ball; there was a quasi-pattern to her actions, but she tended to rotate between the following: dropping it to sniff an interesting smell, picking it up again, pausing to pee on a dandelion plant, sniffing said pee with the ball still in her mouth, sniffing said pee after dropping the ball, etc.

Meanwhile, I appreciated the fact we could sit in comfortable silence, especially because it gave me time to absorb what Mark had said. After I’d mulled things over, I was the one who finally broke it and asked, “So, what do we do now?” I wasn’t sure if I meant in a general existential way or in this “relationship” or with the afternoon ahead of us, but he didn’t ask me to specify.

He was running his hand down my hair, combing it between his fingers, and with the amount of time that task was requiring, it seemed that taking a nap while it was still wet was a poor choice, and I was grateful I hadn’t yet seen a mirror. “I don’t know,” he replied, “I was thinking we could order in, but you didn’t exactly get a second date, so if you want to put on something nice, we could go out instead.”

“What?” I was very confused.

“Lemon, I know I’m the dumb one, but this isn’t really that complicated. You asked what we do now, do you want to eat in and bingewatch TV, or go out?”

I blinked, still not understanding. “You don’t want to take me back to my parents?”

His hand stilled on my hair, and I realized I had caught him off guard. “I mean, I can take you if you want to go,” he offered. “Do you want to leave?”

I shook my head.

“Then, I’m lost,” he told me.

“I mean, this has been kind of stupid,” I said, looking at him, feeling like it was a totally obvious assessment of the situation. As he looked back at me with that same look regarding our plans for the evening, I realized there was a huge disconnect somewhere and so, I continued, “Last night I slept for 15 hours. I was awake for like, two, during which you cooked me a meal, then I fell back asleep and after sleeping for however long again, I woke up and in doing so, I scared you half to death. I’m just surprised you aren’t itching to get rid of me.”

I yelped slightly as he dragged me into his lap and I could practically hear him rolling his eyes as he replied, “Lemon, were you not listening earlier?”

Frowning, I answered, “I was paying attention.”

“Did you miss the part where I said I wasn’t going to walk away from you and none of this is your fault?” Mark asked.

“No,” I grumbled.

“Great. Then, do you want to order in or go out?”

I reached out to finger the silver chain peeking out of his tee shirt, as I offered, “Order in?”

He captured my chin with his fingers and angled my face toward his, confirming, “Order in, it is, then.”

The kiss was hard but brief, though during it, he managed to stand and gently set me on my feet all in one motion and I remembered that I needed to be in awe of his body.

He cleared his throat and quirked an eyebrow at me as he wondered, “Why are you looking at me like you’re 3 days into going carb-free and I’m a fresh baked loaf of french bread?”

I did my best to school my face into a more neutral look, but he wasn’t buying it. I knew I wasn’t off the hook, but to give me some time, he whistled for Daze, who picked up her ball from the grass and came running. After clipping on her leash Mark tucked me into his side, asking again, “Lemon?”

I sighed, admitting “I just realized today I don’t think I was ever attracted to Bill, but I am very attracted to you.”

The smug practically radiated off of him and I knew I had to clarify, lest it go to his head. So, I continued, “But sometimes, I still want to dump a 1 billion degree McDonald’s coffee over your head, so there is still room for improvement.”

When he spoke it was under his breath and through his smirk as he singsonged, “You liiiiikkee me. You want to dddaaattttee me, you want to kiiiiissss me.”

“Calm your tits, Gracie Hart,” I said, rolling my eyes.

He pulled me impossibly closer, “Mmm I think we both know Sandra Bullock’s tits have nothing on yours and I mean, Sandy is hot.”

I had to concede there, allowing, “Sandra Bullock is hot.”

Mark grinned again and kissed my temple, saying, “My girl has good taste.”

I made a face but let him have the small victory.

When we finally made it back to his apartment, my phone was vibrating on the coffee table and I grimaced, realizing I hadn’t checked in with Nora yet, save for a brief text this morning. I scrolled to the bottom of the text thread, which took me an embarrassingly long time, and unfortunately, they were still coming in.

Nora: I’m calling Columbo.

Nora: The national guard

Nora: Homeland security

Nora: The feds!

I shot off a response before the situation escalated further, though it did give me pause to consider who might be above the feds on Nora’s hierarchy of emergency contacts; maybe The Pope?

Hi! I’m here, I'm alive!

Nora: Quick question: WHAT THE FUCK?

Nora: FIRST of all, you are at a cute boy’s house and you don’t text for awhile, ok, I get that. You have better things to do, but Clementine Jones, it has been almost 24 hours and all I got some bullshit brief shit this morning. SECOND OF ALL, take a picture of Mark, right now. Right this second.

Mark was downing a glass of water and I zoomed in on him with my phone and snapped a picture before sending it to Nora. He lifted a brow and I just shook my head.

Nora: Why is he wearing clothes? Are you wearing clothes? I’m realizing now that maybe we need to have a conversation about the birds and the bees before I sent you off with The Italian Stallion and that’s on me.

I rolled my eyes at her, even though she couldn't see me.

I have had many revelations over the past 24 hours and 1 of them is that I now know for certain I was never sexually attracted to Bill and the 2nd is I don’t own enough panties.

Nora: !!!!!!!!

Now, Barbs and I are ordering dinner.

I turned my phone off and set it back down on the coffee table as I was joined on the couch by a tired Border Collie and a less tired Barbs.

“Was it Nora?”

I nodded and settled into the corner of the couch.

Mark snatched up my legs and hauled me down the length of the couch, putting my feet in his lap. He slipped off my shoes and socks, the very same ones he had put on earlier, and started rubbing my feet. I tried to pull them away as I whined, “Mark, stop.”

He stopped massaging, but didn’t release my feet, “What,” he asked, “why?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Have you ever had your feet rubbed?” he prodded.

“I mean, yeah, like pedicures and stuff.”

“Well, did you like it then?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, suddenly aware of where this line of questioning was going, and it was a checkmate on the conversation. I relaxed back into the cushions grumbling, “Yes.”

“Ah, so you just don’t like ME rubbing your feet,” he teased.

I didn’t dignify that with a response.

“Why don’t you want me rubbing your feet, Lemon?” he continued, pushing on despite my reticence. “You actually fight me every time I try and do something nice.”

“To be fair,” I said, defending myself, “a lot of this is touch related and I am a little gun shy.”

“Mmmhmmm,” he acknowledged.

He returned to rubbing my feet, and I did my best to relax. When he dug his thumbs into the bottoms of my arches, I may have moaned while my muscles turned to warm jello.

“That’s it, she’s finally relaxed,” he said, with more than a hin of smugness, but I really wanted him to continue doing what he was doing so I stayed silent. Of course, he couldn’t let that go without comment.

“Oh, wow,” he chirped, “No smartass remarks?”

I opened my eyes long enough to roll them.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

She had these walls she didn’t even know she had about issues she didn’t know she had, and I really enjoyed taking a sledgehammer to them and getting a little closer to her with every swing.

Finally, after that moan— which, honestly, had me hard in my jeans— she took a few deep breaths and I literally felt all the tension drain out of her body.

I knew she wasn’t sleeping, because every so often, her foot would twitch when I hit a ticklish spot.

“Hey, Lemon?” I prompted, “What do you want for dinner?”

She didn’t open her eyes to answer as she murmured, “Whatever you want, Barbs.”

“Pizza?”

She opened one eye and asked, “If you gorge yourself on pizza, are you going to be slow as fuck at camp on Monday?”

For the first time in my life, I didn’t have anything to say and I gaped at her.

Her smile was small and sly, but I caught it. “You little minx,” I spat, setting her feet back on the couch and levering over her, fitting my hips to hers. “Are you accusing me of being slow?”

“I’m just sayin’,” she intoned, “everyone looks good this summer and it would be a shame if you got sent down because you couldn’t hack it. I’d be forced to take pictures of Gabe… or worse! EJ!”

I kissed my way down her throat as I whispered against her skin, “You say that like you only take pictures of me.”

She squirmed under me as she admitted, “I have a secret folder on my computer that’s just you. I download the excess photos before I turn in the memory cards.”

I sat up a bit and braced myself on an arm above her, looking her in the eyes as I asked, “Seriously?”

She made a face I couldn’t decipher and nodded slowly.

I don’t remember deciding to kiss her but I just suddenly was, my tongue against hers, trying to coax it off the bottom of her mouth. Her hands hesitantly slipped under the hem of my shirt, and I sat up again, pulling it over the back of my head with one hand.

She seemed to freeze as I did that, and pulled her fingers away. I missed her touch immediately and maybe it was a little selfish but with my free hand, I reached for both hers and replaced each on my body. When I settled back down to kiss her again, the cross around my neck settled in the hollow of her throat.

She removed her hands again, but this time pushed her fingers into my hair as she murmured, “I can’t get enough of your hair.” Finally, the hair gene paid off.

Her fingertips massaged my skull and I dropped my cheek to her chest, giving a contented sigh. “If you never stopped doing that and I could lay on top of you forever, I might just die a happy man,” I informed her.

She finger combed my hair, nails scraping against my scalp and suddenly the intimate idea of a relationship didn’t sound awful. I currently ONLY wanted to fuck Clementine ANYWAY and if this intimacy and this closeness was a bonus, I suddenly understood all the guys on my team with wives and long-time girlfriends. These were moments that just didn’t come from a one night stand or a hookup. These impromptu moments of intimacy filled a part of me I didn’t realize was empty.

And just as suddenly, I realized Tine was the only woman I could picture myself with like this, just laying here, while she ran her fingers through my hair, close, intimate, with a weather ear on the golf tournament I had turned on.

“Mark?” She asked, trailing her hands out of my hair and down my back.

“Hmm?” I resisted the urge to rub my beard scruff against her.

“Are you going to fall asleep?”

I smiled and shook my head against her chest, “Nuh uh.”

She was dragging her fingertips against my skin and I could feel the goosebumps chasing her fingers. “Then can you kiss me?” she asked softly.

I lifted my head and pressed my lips to hers, more than happy to oblige. This time, she was the one to deepen the kiss, her tongue licking across my lips.

My moan may have sounded more like a growl as my tongue shoved hers out of the way and I kissed her hard. The moment I did, she backed off, almost seeming to freeze. I pulled my lips from hers, sensing her limits and asked “Too much?”

She nodded. I took a breath and slid my arms underneath her body flipping us so she was on top. “Okay,” I affirmed. “What if you drive?” I suggested.

Her knees settled on either side of my hips. I could feel her heat through my jeans and her leggings and I shot a little prayer toward the sky that I would be able to control myself and give her an experience she deserved.

Tine rocked on my erection, adjusted her position and rocked her hips again, letting out a small gasp.

I folded my hands behind my head contentedly, and she placed her hands on my chest to change the angle. She looked down at me through the veil of her hair that fell over her shoulders.

“Is this ok?” she asked

“Does it feel good for you?” I responded.

She nodded.

“Then it’s more than ok,” I said easily.

Her hips rolled again and she bit her lip as she set a rhythm, grinding against me as she whimpered, “Fuck, Mark.”

She was fully clothed and still, it was quite possibly the hottest, most intimate thing I had ever experienced.

She adjusted her position again, her pace increasing and when it started to falter, I grabbed her hips and thrust up against her, holding her steady. As she shivered above me, I did it again. And again. And again. Finally, she threw her head back and her entire body shuddered; I watched as the tremors rolled through her and I was sure I’d never been harder in my life. When she pushed against my chest and tried to wiggle away from me, I stopped moving and she collapsed against my chest. From her place tucked under my chin, I heard her whisper, “Barbs?”

“Mm?”

“What the fuck was that?” she wondered.

“An orgasm?”

“That’s an orgasm?” she asked in disbelief.

My next words escaped before I thought about them, because all the blood to run my brain was currently in my dick and the affection gripping my heart was almost overwhelming, meaning I was basically fucked. “Babe,” I blurted out, “I watched you have an orgasm in the shower.”

She sat up and looked at me, her face inscrutable. “You watched me?” she echoed.

I grimaced and nodded, elaborating, “I knocked and called your name, but you didn’t hear me.”

“Ok, gross invasion of privacy aside, even that didn’t feel like this.”

“Baby, I don’t know what to tell you. That was an orgasm.”

“Holy shit,” she breathed, sounding a little awestruck.

I pushed the hair away from her face, wanting to check on her, because I figured this was A Lot. “Are you ok?”

She nodded, smiling as she said, “An entire genre of books and television suddenly make sense.”

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to my chest. Eventually, her breathing evened out and I was almost certain she fell asleep. I squirmed and tried to snake a hand between our bodies to adjust myself.

“Am I too heavy?” she mumbled.

“No, babe, just… too sexy.”

She snorted into my chest as she rejected this answer, informing me, “You’re such a liar.”

“Lemon,” I sighed, “when you wore that dress did you not look in the mirror?”

“Ok,” she narrowed her eyes at me, skeptical “but I don’t exactly look like every other hockey guy’s girlfriend.”

“But you’re not every hockey guy’s girlfriend,” I retorted, “you’re MY girlfriend.”

She turned her head, our eyes mere inches apart, as she questioned, “Am I your girlfriend? Are you going to put a label on me?”

I pushed her hair out of her face again so I could look at her as I confirmed, “Yeah. I’m gonna put a label on you. So I hope you’re okay with that. And plus, maybe that’ll help keep Comph and Josty’s ass-ogling at bay.”

The smile on her face was faint, but it was there, “They do not do that,” she dismissed.

“You have no idea,” I said earnestly, “I had to threaten all of them.”

“When?” she pressed.

“When what?”

“When did you have to threaten them?”

I twirled the ends of her hair, brushing it against my beard and pretended I didn’t hear her.

“Barbs, when?” she pestered.

I cleared my throat and mumbled without making eye contact, “thedayicaughtyouinmyarms.”

She turned her head toward me and chirped, “Excuse me, I didn’t catch that.”

I captured her lips with mine for a soft kiss before I pulled back and smirked, “I said, the day I caught you in my arms.”

Her face was soft as she recalled, “Barbs, that was the first day you met me.”

“Nothing wrong with your memory, Lemon.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

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