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Lost in the Memory | Ryan O'Reilly | Volume III

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A/N: This is just porn, basically.

“It’s gonna be good to be fuckin’ home, I can tell you that much.”

A delay at the airport meant that Ryan and the boys didn’t land in Toronto until the middle of the night. Factoring in the drive from the airport to Summerhill, he didn’t walk through the door until almost 2:30 in the morning. He walked in to the low hum of the TV, an old episode of Law and Order: SVU playing. Whitney was asleep on the couch, clearly having tried to wait up for him, but failing. She looked cozy under the blanket, and so peaceful that Ryan almost didn’t want to disturb her.

Though he had been living in the house since being traded, for what felt like the first time since he moved, he took a long look around the main floor. It had been Whitney’s and Whitney’s alone for the past ten days. Truthfully, it had been Whitney’s and Whitney’s alone since he bought it for her. When he bought it, he did so because when he and Whitney saw it, she fell in love with it. It reminded her of the house she grew up in, just that it was in a city, and Ryan wanted her to have it. During the restoration and renovation, and over the years, she had truly put her mark on it. Her stamp was everywhere, and that’s what he loved most about it. It was a home for her, and it was a home for him, too, because wherever Whitney was, was home.

Ryan bent down so he could be near eye contact with her, taking in her features. Her beautiful long lashes she’d had since they were kids. The littlest scar on her chin from when Owen accidentally hit her with a ministick. Her perfectly shaped lips he loved to kiss whenever he could. Her long, beautiful hair he loved to run his hands through. He did just that, as softly as he could, to wake her up. “Whitney…sweetness…” he cooed. She didn’t wake up at first. “Sweetness…” he was slightly louder.

Her eyes fluttered open, looking almost in disbelief that he was in front of her. “Snook…” she mumbled.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said.

“I tried to stay up, Snook—”

“—Don’t apologize, sweetness. It’s okay. Let’s just go to bed. C’mon,” he said, grabbing at her arms and wrapping them around his neck. He proceeded to pick her up bridal style and carry her up the stairs to her bedroom. Their bedroom.

Whitney was smart and had already changed into her pajamas. After he laid her in bed, Ryan stripped out of his clothes quickly, leaving only his boxers on before her crawled into bed and pulled the sheets and comforter over their bodies. “D’you want me to make you some French toast tomorrow morning?” she asked.

“Shhhhhh,” he cooed, snuggling up behind her as the big spoon. She had work tomorrow, so he didn’t even know why she was offering. Well, that was a lie…he did know: because she was Whitney. And they always looked after one another. But he wasn’t going to be that person – waking her up at 2am only to agree for her to wake up early to make him breakfast. What was he, a chauvinist? “Go to sleep, sweetness. Don’t worry about tomorrow morning.”

He heard a little sigh leave her. “I’m so happy you’re finally home, Snook.”

“Me too. Me too.”

***

When Whitney got home from work that Monday, Ryan was making dinner. She walked into the house smelling like homemade chicken soup, which she loved. It reminded her of growing up. And though she was grown up now, she was always nostalgic for her past; she thought most people were, especially if they enjoyed their childhoods.

“Welcome home,” Ryan was already looking over his shoulder at her as she made her way into the kitchen.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “Damn Snook, I could get used to this.”

He smiled. “Smells good?”

“When you’re my husband I hope the house smells like this all the time.”

Whitney didn’t realize exactly which words were leaving her mouth when she opened it. But when they finally came out, she couldn’t believe her mind strung the sentence together. It was as if her innermost thoughts were starting to overpower her conscience. She watched as Ryan chuckled slightly. “I have some good news,” he immediately changed the subject.

Whitney gulped, pushing everything down. “What’s that?”

“I get my cast off soon,” he revealed.

Whitney smiled wide. “You can finally put that hand back to good use.”

“You mean, like, by scoring goals?”

“Obviously. It’s not like it’s useful for much else.”

Whitney yelped as Ryan grabbed hold of her and pulled her towards his body, wrapping his arms around her midsection so she couldn’t escape. “You take that back right now,” he grumbled playfully. “These hands have probably done more to pleasure you than your own hands.”

“You severely underestimate how I often I masturbate to the thought of you fucking me,” she kept playing her game.

“You’re a sexual deviant.”

“You started it,” she winked.

Ryan peppered her face with kisses. “I’m so happy to be home with you, sweetness. How was work?”

I’d rather be taking care of our kids right now. “It was fine. Same old. Can we cuddle on the couch tonight while watching episodes of SVU?”

Ryan smiled. “I don’t want to do anything else.”

After eating their chicken soup and cleaning up the kitchen, Ryan queued up episodes of Law and Order while Whitney washed her makeup off and changed into something more comfortable. When she emerged from the bedroom, Ryan was already on the couch and ready with a blanket. She was wearing a pair of bike shorts and one of Ryan’s newest Leafs workout shirts. While it was no doubt big on her, it was tight around her chest, making it very obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra and very obvious she’d appreciate the warmth of his body and the blanket. The Adam’s apple in his throat bobbed dramatically when he saw her. Without even trying, she was so incredibly sexy to him.

“Ready?” she asked.

He nodded. “C’mere, sweetness,” he opened up the blanket, allowing her to crawl in and snuggle up next to him, draping her legs over his. After placing one of his hands in between her thighs, he pressed play.

It was about halfway through the first episode they watched that Ryan’s hand began massaging between Whitney’s thighs. She didn’t think much of it – he massaged her thighs all the time when they were cuddling like this – but then ever so slowly it began to move up. By the time the second episode started, his hand was right near her core. She looked over at him at one point, a small smile playing on her face. “You can put your hand down my shorts, Snook. It’s been ten years – you don’t have to ask for permission.”

“Yes I do,” he said quickly, moving his hand quickly so it slipped underneath the waistband of her shorts and back down to between her thighs. He cupped her core briefly before his fingers played with her lips. Slowly. Painstakingly slowly. As they watched the next episode, he teased her pussy much longer than Whitney was anticipating, though she wasn’t complaining. Eventually, she almost couldn’t focus between her hero Olivia Benson and what Ryan was doing. She’d close her eyes to focus on the feeling, then open them to focus on the show, rotating back and forth.

“Snook?”

“Sweetness?”

“You coming to Toronto was the best thing to ever happen,” she sighed out, her eyes closed.

He giggled at her words. “Oh yeah?”

She let out another sign. “Can we…” she began before trailing off.

“Tell me sweetness. What do you want?”

“D’you remember when I came to visit you in St. Louis the first time after you won the Cup and we—we were cuddling on your couch watching TV and we—we—”

“Lie down,” he whispered, knowing exactly what she was referencing. “Get comfortable, sweetness.”

His hand left her hot core as she lay down on the couch how she wanted. Ryan got right behind her, his body flush against hers, mimicking every curve before he pulled his sweatpants down to free his cock. He stroked himself quickly a few times before pulling her shorts down enough that he could slip his cock between her thighs and slowly into her core to cockwarm. Whitney let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, and Ryan could feel her body fully relax into his.

The sigh she let out was long and cathartic, as if all the strains and stresses of the day were released with it and she was finally at peace. “That feels so nice,” she whispered.

“We haven’t done this in a while,” he commented, combing some of her hair back with his fingers.

“I know. Does it feel nice for you too?”

“Of course,” he replied.

“You’re so good to me, Snook.”

Ryan kissed her temple before draping his arm over her body, queuing the next episode of SVU to start. They lay on the couch together in that position for at least two more episodes, making light conversation or commentary on the episode every so often. Every time she moved slightly, Whitney was reminded of how good it felt to have Ryan inside her so intimately, even if it wasn’t sexual. While she knew it was probably going to end with them making love eventually (at least it did last time), she truly valued just being like this with him.

While Benson and Stabler were trying to solve a case, Whitney could feel Ryan begin to slip his hand under her (his) shirt. His hand eventually cupped one of her breasts, taking his time to knead it softly before he began to pinch her nipple. Ryan could feel her chest rise and fall, little sighs escaping her. Then, he began to kiss the exposed skin between her neck and shoulders, and there were more little sighs coming out of her that he could feel made his cock harden. Eventually, neither were preoccupied with the crime Benson and Stabler were trying to solve; they were only preoccupied with each other.

“Snook?”

“Sweetness?”

“Make love to me, Snook. Nice and slow.”

Ryan peppered her exposed skin with more kisses before he began to move his hips so he could pump his cock in and out of her in their spooning position. He took it nice and slow, just like she wanted, because her sighs were driving him absolutely insane. To him, they were worthy of the finest orchestras in the world. “S’at good, baby?”

“Yeah, Ry. It’s so good.”

“You need it like this?” he asked. Whitney nodded her head. “Tell me why.”

“Because I’m at work all day and all I can think about is wanting to be with you,” she said. “And when it’s like this it’s so nice because it’s so…soft.”

Ryan couldn’t help but smile, kissing her again, making sure he didn’t get too far ahead of himself and go any faster than she wanted. She felt incredible as always, and he was going to take advantage of being inside of her for as long as possible. “Reminds me of the first time it happened on a couch,” Ryan whispered in her ear. “Remember? My parents were at a show here, Shannon was at a sleepover, and we were doing our best to watch that movie we can’t even remember.”

Whitney smiled. “I remember. I ended up on your lap within the first ten minutes.”

“That’s right,” Ryan chuckled. “Couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

“If my memory serves me right, I’d say it was the other way around,” Whitney said. “You were the one unzipping my shorts.”

“Those itty bitty jean shorts you used to wear? Can you blame me? Your ass looked great in those. Come to think of it, they barely covered it.”

“That was the first time I let you fuck me without a condom, too,” Whitney mentioned. “Remember?”

He did. They’d been having sex and Ryan was using a condom religiously, and Whitney said the only way they could have sex without one was if they both got tested for STIs. That’s what her parents taught her if she was going to become sexually active, and she was sticking to it. Ryan didn’t put up a fuss about it at all. He went to his doctor, got the required test, and showed Whitney. Whitney did the same, even though Ryan knew she was fine since she had only ever had sex with him. “Of course,” Ryan breathed out. “How could I forget?”

Ryan continued to move in and out of her, his hand moving down her body and to her clit where he began to rub lazy circles, causing Whitney to squirm and let out some more sighs. Though they were taking it nice and slow, Whitney could feel her orgasm building just as slowly, her body feeling hot after so much time of being engulfed in one another’s bodies. She put her hand over Ryan’s, still rubbing circles on her clit. “You take care of me in every way, Snook. I hope you know that.”

She was met by silence from Ryan. And in that silence, her mind began to wander. Why wasn’t he answering? Why hadn’t he said anything in return? All he did was continue his movements to make her feel good, which was always nice, but…why didn’t he say anything? Does he not believe it? “I’m close, Ry.”

“Yeah?” he finally responded.

“Yeah. I can’t wait to feel you come inside me.”

Eventually, when Ryan felt her entire body shiver, he knew her orgasm was running through her. Only then did he allow himself to come too, letting all his pent-up energy release inside of her. He made sure to continue rubbing her clit to make her orgasm last longer, until he felt her hand that was over his squeeze it to get him to stop. “Goooddd, Snook,” she sighed out. “That was so good. So nice.”

“I know,” he nodded. His cock slipped out of her but was immediately replaced with his hand, feeling her wetness on his fingers before Whitney switched positions so she was facing him instead of having her back towards him. He brought his hand up and sucked on his fingers, tasting her like he wanted. She kissed him immediately after. “You’re so sweet,” his voice was barely above a whisper, considering they were so close physically.

“Will you kiss me, Snook?”

Their lips met and they continued kissing for so, so long, completely lost in each other as the hum of the TV played in the background, Benson and Stabler starting to solve yet another case.

***

Whitney looked at herself in the mirror of her ensuite bathroom, wearing another one of Ryan’s Leafs shirts – this time in white – her jersey with his name on it draped over the door. She was wearing a pair of black lace underwear that made her ass look extra cheeky. Her nipples were already poking through the material of the shirt, but she knew she could do better. She looked towards the shower and thought, well, that’ll be pretty hot. She wet the t-shirt with the shower head, so much that it clung to her body, showing every curve. She went back in front of the mirror and began to pose, taking pictures of herself for Ryan.

She was going to tease him within an inch of his life. Why? Because she wanted to. Because she was still thinking about how he didn’t respond to her when they were having sex on the couch and she said, “You take care of me in every way, Snook. I hope you know that.” All she could think about for the past few days was how he didn’t respond. Did he not think that he took care of her? Did he not want to? Did he not want to anymore? When Ryan said he’d always take care of her, did that mean marriage? Did that mean children? Did that mean a life together? He didn’t answer, so maybe it didn’t. Maybe it did. She didn’t know anymore. It was all so confusing. What she did know was this: she was going to take care of him and his ego tonight, that was for sure. Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to do, and maybe she should approach it in a different way; maybe it wasn’t mature and maybe it wouldn’t do anything in the grand scheme of things, but God damn it, this was how she was going to do it.

Ryan had already left for the arena for the game against the Panthers, and she would be making her way down in about an hour. She would be meeting Bee and Aryne before the game for some dinner and was mostly ready, except for the fact that she was taking pictures of herself as if she were competing in a wet t-shirt contest. When she was done with the wet t-shirt contest, she tossed it in the shower and put on his jersey instead. It was oversized, but she still knew she could make it look sexy. She made sure her underwear was visible as she made her ass was front and centre since not much else could be seen.

When Whitney was actually ready – in her clothes she had planned to wear to the game, and not the clothes she had planned to tease Ryan in – she texted Bee that she was leaving her place and on her way to Chotto Matte, the Japanese-Peruvian restaurant that the boys had apparently been frequenting as of late. When Bee realized that Whitney’s office was only a few blocks away from hers, she resolved that they get together more often, starting with dinner before the game with Aryne and Aberdeen. Whitney and Bee were the same age, only three days apart – Whitney born August 28th and Bee born on August 31st – and so Bee made a conscious effort to be friends with her, and Whitney appreciated the effort because she liked Bee (and all the other women) since the day she met them.

Before she lost the WiFi service at the station, Whitney took out her phone from her purse and opened the conversation she was keeping with Ryan.

Just on my way to dinner with Bee, Aryne, and Aberdeen. Can I show you my outfit? I don’t know if it’s too fancy. Have you been to Chotto Matte before?

He responded right away, letting her know that he wasn’t doing anything important. At least not yet.

Of course. And no, I haven’t been.

The subway rolled into the station. Whitney chose the first of the photos she favourited from the array she took, the least risqué of the night. A photo of her just posing in his t-shirt, her nipples poking through the fabric, a hint of the black lace of her panties showing. She got on the subway and took a seat, and as the subway began moving towards Rosedale station, her phone buzzed.

Looks like you’ll be cold. I think it needs a jacket.

She chuckled. So he was going to be a cheeky bastard. Fine.

By the time she made her way to Bay and Front Street, Bee and Aryne were waiting in the vestibule of the restaurant. Within five minutes Aberdeen arrived and they were seated at their table, ordering drinks and food – Whitney ordered the black cod aji miso on the behest of Aryne. The girls chatted up Whitney like they were old friends, and not like they’d just met merely a month ago. Whitney ignored the incoming texts from Ryan throughout dinner and had fun with her newfound friends.

Let me see your real outfit

What are you wearing?

Are you at the restaurant already? Are the girls there?

Go to the bathroom and show me how sexy you look in your outfit

Whit come on

I’m desperate here

You can’t just send a pic like that and then go silent

He was right. It was so incredibly rude of her to go silent after she sent him such a picture. So, as the waiter took their dinner plates away, she quickly got on her phone and sent him a second picture. It was a picture of her in the same outfit except this time, she had her hand down the front of the black lace panties. She locked her screen quickly, not giving it a second thought. Within seconds, a reply flashed on her screen.

What the fuck, sweetness

The girls paid the bill and made their way to the arena on foot, taking the elevator to the family lounge where a few of the other girls were already hanging out. When she had a moment to herself, she took out her phone and sent another picture, unsolicited: one where she was looking over her shoulder, pulling the t-shirt forward so her ass was in full view of the mirror.

Whitney

After some small talk with a few of the other women present, another: one where her t-shirt was wet and clung to her body, especially her breasts.

WHITNEY

After the Canadian and American national anthems were played, another one: a close up of her biting her lip, her nipples poking through the wet fabric of the shirt.

There’s a lot of guys in here with me

You gotta stop

As the first period went on, another: the wet t-shirt with her hand down her panties again.

Whit I mean it

Right after the buzzer at the end of the period, another: one of her in his jersey, ass in full view.

Holy fuck

She giggled slightly. At the end of intermission, when she knew all the men he was with would be back, another: her seated on the floor, her legs spread wide, his jersey barely covering up the visual.

I should come down to the family lounge and fuck you senseless in the bathroom.

Patience is a virtue, Snook

Stop teasing sweetness

That’s going to get you in trouble

If I’m trouble, then maybe you should roll up your sleeves, bend me over you knee, and spank me

Ryan never responded. Whitney didn’t push it. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him and left it at that. She enjoyed the rest of the game, the rest of the banter and conversation with the girls. She finished her glass of wine and cheered on during overtime, though the Leafs lost.

When Ryan emerged from the locker room, he barely made eye contact with Whitney. He greeted all the other women very politely and made conversation with them as they asked him about his finger and what life was like in the press box. He milked the conversations for as long as he could, until a couple more of the guys emerged, until he finally looked at Whitney. “D’you want a ride home?”

“That’d be nice. Thanks,” she smiled.

She and Ryan got into the elevator to take them down to the parking garage. He hadn’t said a word to her. She couldn’t help the smile that was making its way onto her face after each passing silent moment. “How’d you like the game?” she asked. Silence. She bit her tongue to keep herself from laughing. Ryan didn’t even look at her. “You look great in that suit, by the way. Very sexy,” she offered.

Only then did Ryan give her a look, and even then – the look sent a shiver down her spine. She was wholly unprepared for it, and after the shiver came the heat. She knew she was in for it. She was anxious and excited all at once. When they walked off the elevator and started towards his Range Rover, his strides were so long and determined that Whitney almost felt like skipping to stay on pace with him.

Once they got to his car, Whitney decided to strike again. “Are you mad at me or something?”

They were lucky a lot of cars were parked, because Ryan pulled her in between them and pushed her up against his, pinning her between the car and his body. “You think you can just send me pictures like that and not have me go crazy?” he muttered, his lips so close to hers she could feel his breath on her skin.

“No, I knew exactly what I was doing,” she said in a hushed tone.

“You’re a little tease, sweetness.”

“Did you have to go beat one off in the bathroom because you got a little too excited?”

“Oh no no nooo,” he cooed before giving her a hard kiss that took her breath away. “I’m saving everything for when we get home.”

Whitney smiled from ear to ear. “Then what are we waiting for?”

“Oh good, their car is still here!” they both her Morgan’s voice yell through the parking garage. Ryan and Whitney separated at lightning speed. “You just couldn’t see them because you’re short, bumblebee.”

Whitney and Ryan both emerged from in between the cars casually. Bee was still a bit far from them, but close enough to not have to yell. “I just wanted to remind you to text me for dates next week when you’re available for lunch,” she said.

“Of course!” Whitney was chipper. “I’ll look at my schedule tomorrow at work.”

Bee nodded as she watched Ryan open the passenger side door for Whitney. “Drive safe,” she waved.

“You too!” Whitney said before getting in. Ryan waved to Bee and Morgan before walking around the car and getting into the driver’s seat.

***

“I was not supposed to see that. I was not supposed to see that. I was not supposed to see that,” Bee repeated to herself over and over as she sat in the passenger seat, eyes wide but staring at nothing, waiting for Morgan to get into the car. “I was not supposed to see that. I was not supposed to see that. I was not supposed to—”

“What weren’t you supposed to see?” Morgan’s voice suddenly interrupted her.

It was as if he had just magically appeared in the driver’s seat. Bee didn’t even hear him get in. She was too preoccupied with the scene replaying over and over in her mind: seeing Ryan and Whitney kissing in between cars when they thought no-one was watching. And it wasn’t just some innocent kiss, either. There was meaning behind it. History behind it.

“Nothing,” Bee shook her head. “Drop it.”

“Bumblebee—”

“Nothing.”

***

Ryan and Whitney rushed inside, their bodies ready to go before they even touched either other. Ryan pinned her against the wall and kissed her forcefully, greedily, because she let him and because he could and because he’d been waiting hours to show her what he really thought of those pictures. His knee was between her legs. “Y’looked so fuckin’ hot in those pictures, sweetness,” he mumbled against her lips.

“Which ones were your favourites? Wet t-shirt or jersey?”

He huffed. “How could I choose?” he asked, and he meant it. He picked her up in one swift movement and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom, setting her back down on her feet. He grabbed handfuls of her ass with his hands, causing her to make a little noise at how his fingers dug into her skin.

“You wanted to fuck me so bad after seeing them, didn’t you?” she asked.

Ryan didn’t answer. Instead, he pinned her up against the wall again, except this time, he wasn’t kissing her. He was looking directly into her eyes as his chest rose and fell with the intensity of his breaths. “Don’t think I forgot about your teasing that easily,” he warned, his voice low. He could see the fire in Whitney’s eyes at her tone. He stopped pinning her against the wall, but she didn’t move. “You’re in a lot of fucking trouble, sweetness.”

Whitney watched as Ryan backed up further, until he was sitting in his dress shirt and suit pants on the edge of the bed, legs spread so she could see his growing bulge. “D’you want me to s—”

“You do what I tell you to do,” his said sternly as he unbuttoned the cuffs on his shirt. “Understood?”

Whitney nodded excitedly, biting her bottom lip. “Yes.”

“Are you wearing the panties in the pictures?”

“Yes.”

He paused for a moment, licking his lips. “Show me. Nice and slow.”

Whitney knew what that meant. She giggled slightly before she began to untuck the rest of her shirt – whatever Ryan didn’t get to downstairs – from the jeans she was wearing. She watched as Ryan began to cuff the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, and she swore she could have come right then and there. She took off her top to reveal a lacy black bra, one that pushed her boobs up perfectly. “You like what you see, Snook?”

“Take off your pants, sweetness.”

She unbuttoned them slowly, swaying her hips, before unzipping them. Before she pulled them down, she took the few steps over to Ryan, just as he was finishing cuffing his other sleeve. She turned around so her ass was facing him and arched her back so it was in his face, pulling down her jeans slowly to reveal the lacy underwear that drove him crazy. She kicked her jeans off to the side and before she knew it, Ryan had pulled her on to his lap, wrapping a strong arm around her body so she couldn’t move. “You think you’re cute sending me those pictures even after I told you there were other people around, huh,” he whispered into her ear, his free hand snaking down to her panties.

“I had a lot of favourites,” she couldn’t help but smile as she felt his hand cup her pussy.

“You’re so fucking bad, sweetness.”

She felt his hand push her panties aside, two fingers teasing her pussy already. She writhed in his lap, closing her eyes. “I meant what I said in the text, Snook,” she said.

Ryan paused, as did his fingers. Using the name Snook said it all. “Are you sure, Whit?”

She nodded her head. “Yes. Please.”

He kissed her shoulder tenderly. Then he asked a question. “Do bad girls get what they want? Or are they going to have to beg?”

It was practically automatic, the way Whitney’s body heat up at what Ryan said. She closed her eyes again. “Please Ry, bend me over your knee.”

His arm’s grip on her loosened and he helped move her into the position she wanted to be in, over his lap with her ass exposed and ready. His fingers went right back to her pussy, teasing her lips only momentarily before he shoved them in. She let out a gasp at the intrusion, her body tensing in his lap. “Ry—”

“You’re so fucking needy and desperate sweetness.”

“I am.”

“For what? Tell me.”

She could feel his fingers curl inside of her, hitting a place that he didn’t normally hit and giving her a feeling she’d never felt before. For a moment, she almost forgot what all this was for. “I—I—”

“For what?”

“For you to spank me,” she finally let out. “For you to make me feel good.”

“What about my fingers, huh?” he asked, curling them in her again, causing her to squirm in his lap and moan loudly. “They aren’t good enough for you?”

“I want—I want more.”

“More what?”

Whitney was getting more turned on by the second. She loved putting her pleasure completely in Ryan’s hands, because he was the only one who knew exactly what to do to her, who knew exactly what to say to get her riled up. Besides, he put his pleasure completely in her hands, too. “I want more—more—”

“More? You think you’ve been a good girl who can get what she wants?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I’ve been bad and I need to be spanked.”

Ryan looked at her ass in full view for him, his fingers leaving her pussy. He hesitated for a moment, because he wanted to give her what she wanted, but he also didn’t want to hurt her. They hadn’t done this before, in all the times they’d been together. Toronto must have really been something special if this is what they were getting up to now that they lived together in the same city. He brought the fingers that were in her pussy up to his mouth to taste her before he resolved to go for it. He took one last glance at the excited anticipation on her face before bringing his hand up, then down. Smack!

Whitney let out a yelp, writhing in his lap. “Oh fuck,” she breathed out.

“Did that hurt?”

“No no no, it felt so good,” she assured him. “Do it again, baby. Please.”

Smack!

Another yelp, her knees coming together as she crossed her ankles. He wasn’t spanking her particularly hard, but they’d never done this before. “Fuck!” she screamed out in pleasure.

“Feels good?”

“Feels so fucking good Ry, oh my God,” she couldn’t believe it. “Keep going.”

Smack!

Ryan caught sight of her pussy again, wet and slick from before and from what he was doing. He spanked her again and could practically see it throb in pleasure. He brought his hand back to her pussy, sticking his fingers in with ease since she was so wet, and she cried out at the sensation. This time, though, he quickened his pace and curled his fingers more often. Whitney had stopped being quiet a long time ago, but as he did so, she really wasn’t quiet. It was only after he’d had his fingers back in her for a while that he even realized she was trying to say something.

“B…b…”

“What is it, sweetness? You need a break?”

“Both.”

He was confused for only a second before understanding what she meant. “Look at me,” he grabbed her jaw with his free hand, which wouldn’t be so free after this if she meant what he thought she meant. He forced her to look at him. Her cheeks were so flushed red. “You want both?” he asked.

She nodded. “I want both, Ry.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he released her jaw. “You gotta tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“It won’t be. I want it so bad Ry. I’m gonna come so hard. I want—I want it so bad.”

Ryan could never say no to her. The only mode he knew was to indulge Whitney, and that was exactly what he was going to do. He took a lick of his fingers before sticking them back in her pussy, using his other hand to give her another smack that made her cry out in pleasure. Her body couldn’t help the movements it was making from the pleasure he was giving her, and Whitney couldn’t control them, either. Every spank and every curl of his fingers brought her closer to a place where she and Ryan had never been before – an entirely new plane of pleasure they were capable of giving only each other. “Mmmmm, ohmygod, Ry,” Whitney breathed out before cursing for the umpteenth time. A new curl of his fingers hit the same spot from earlier, and she was desperate to feel it again. “Right there, Ry. Just like that.”

Another curl right on the spot. Another cry. Another smack. Another curl. Whitney felt like she was losing her breath, repeating his name over and over with every curl and ever smack. She gripped the comforter for dear life, right before Ryan smacked her and curled his fingers at the same time, sending her entire body through an earth-shattering orgasm. She’d never felt anything like it before, and she was as loud as can be. She heard Ryan swear before the rhythm of his fingers changed slightly, slowing down before adopting a new rhythm. The orgasm lasted longer than so many others, and when most of it finally passed, her hips lowered back down to his lap.

“Sweetness—”

It felt weird. She couldn’t make it out at first – it was supposed to be Ryan’s dress pants, of course – but they felt different. Had she really sweat that much? Had he? The feeling was different than what she was used to. “Ry—”

“Holy fucking shit, Whit,” Ryan breathed out.

“Your pants—why do they feel wet?”

“Whit, I think you squirted.”

Whitney’s jaw dropped as she screamed in shock. Ryan began to giggle, almost nervously and definitely uncontrollably, not believing what had just happened. He could see Whitney’s eyes, nervous and uncontrollably delirious as his, smiling on their own above her hands that had cupped her dropped jaw and mouth. “Are you serious Ry?”

He giggled some more. “Oh my God-d-d-d,” he shook his head.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Whitney shook her head. She wiggled off his lap and onto the bed as they continued giggling in disbelief. She looked onto his lap to see the stain on his pants. “Oh my God. I didn’t even know I could do that.”

“I wasn’t expec—that was so fucking hot, sweetness.”

Whitney lay down on her side on the bed, shaking her head and covering her face with her hands. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“What?! Why?” Ryan demanded, moving so he could hover over her. He tried to get her hands out of her face, but she kept shaking her head. “Whit, there’s no way you should be embarrassed. That was so fucking hot. Are you kidding me? I’m gonna be fucking dreaming of that for the rest of my damn life.”

Her chest was still heaving up and down as Ryan finally got her hands out of her face. “You see what you do to me?” she asked. “Only you can do that to my body, Ry. Nobody else. And you know what’s even better?”

So she wasn’t done. Ryan bit his bottom lip. “What’s that?”

“Only you get to do that to my body,” she said. “You know why?”

“Because you’re all mine,” he huffed, his voice possessive as he stood up at the foot of the bed, facing Whitney as she lay there. The visual of him towering over her, still with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up and suit pants on almost made Whitney come again. “All fuckin’ mine.”

“That’s riiiiight,” she cooed.

“You ready to do what I tell you?” he asked, playing with his sleeves near his elbows.

“Yes Ry.”

“Spread your legs for me,” he said. Whitney did as she was told. Ryan licked his lips as he untucked his shirt. “Look at that pretty pussy. Fuck. You’re so beautiful, sweetness. So perfect.”

“You’re not so bad either,” she smiled.

“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered, beginning to unbutton his shirt. Slow enough to tease her, but fast enough because he couldn’t wait, his hard cock straining his pants.

He watched as Whitney did as she was told, one hand going to her pussy while the other cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. “I don’t want your hands anymore, Ry. I want you inside me. I want you to fill me with your cum.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he undid his belt. Whitney almost mewled at the sight of him doing it topless. “I’ll give you want you want. What you need.”

“I need it so bad, Ry. So so so bad.”

Ryan eventually got into bed and grabbed Whitney’s legs, pushing them straight up and grabbing her ankles to rest them on his shoulders. “I fuckin’ love you Whit.”

“I love you too, Snook. Ever since we were kids.”

“Ever since we were kids,” he repeated, nodding and kissing her inner ankle. “You ready to take my cock?”

“Yes, God yes.”

Ryan used his hand to position himself and he slid into her so easily, her pussy still wet from their previous activities. Like always, she felt like heaven, her pussy hot and completely taking his cock. “S’at feel good?”

Whitney nodded her head. “Fuck me, baby. Take care of me.”

Ryan grabbed her ankles, developing a strong rhythm and thrusting deep inside her as he made her cry out in pleasure. His own grunts fuelled Whitney too, who couldn’t help but reach out to Ryan’s body, just so she could feel it. He squeezed her ankles, ensuring they were secure on his shoulders. “You keep them there. Got it?”

“Yes.”

He leaned forward, his body and her legs getting hooked against her body. “Oh fuck,” Whitney breathed out. “Oh God Ry, it’s so fucking deep like this.”

“Gimme your hands.”

Even before she could free them, he grabbed them and pinned them above her head, holding them down with pressure so she couldn’t move them. His thrusts became even harder, his movements rough but passionate. She wanted a good fucking and she was going to get it – Ryan always made sure of that. Whatever her need was, he could fulfil it. Only him. “Jeeeeesus Ry, fu—fuck me good, baby. I need it so bad.”

Ryan didn’t know how he managed to last as long as he did. Between the little strip show and the fingering and the spanking and the squirting, to now as his cock was buried deep in her pussy as they looked into each other’s eyes and whispered dirty talk to each other, his body was sweaty and practically as wet as his dress pants by the time he felt his orgasm build inside of him. Whitney hadn’t been silent since he entered her, her voice becoming strained for how long he’d been fucking her and how long she’d been moaning and mewling and crying out and telling Ryan how good he was fucking her and how much she liked it.

“Baby—baby I’m so close,” Whitney whispered. “I want it harder. Go deeper.” Ryan pushed the final bit towards her body, hooking their bodies even closer together. She closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure. “That’s it, Ry, that’s it.”

“Look at me,” he demanded, and she opened her eyes on the command. “You love it when I fuck you like this?”

Whitney nodded. “Always.”

“Tell me how much you love me fucking you.”

“Ever since the first time,” she assured him. “The first time you touched me, Ry – I knew nobody else could make me feel like you do. You were made to take care of me.”

“That’s fuckin’ right,” his voice was gravelly.

“Cum inside me, Ry. Fill me up. Fill me up,” Whitney begged. “I know you want to. And I want it so bad.”

“You want it bad, huh?”

“I need it, Ry.”

Within seconds, Whitney could feel his hot cum explode inside her, filling her up just how she wanted, another intense orgasm flowing through her entire body, from the hairs on her head down to her toes. Her entire body shook and flushed red. Ryan was moaning out loudly as he spilled every single drop he had into her, eventually stopping his movements in and out of her. He loosened his push on her body so she could unhook her legs, and positioned her ankles back on his shoulders. “Atta girl,” he gave a light smack to where her thighs met her ass.

Whitney couldn’t help but smirk and giggle. Ryan let go of her ankles before collapsing on to her body and moving so they were laying on their sides, entangled with another. Whitney was still catching her breath when Ryan slipped out of her. “That was so good, Snook,” she whispered.

“God Whit, I love you so fucking much,” he kissed her.

“I love you too, Snook. I always have.”

They didn’t say much else besides other sweet murmurs to each other, and as Ryan ran his hands through Whitney’s hair, she lulled into a deep sleep, thinking about how good Ryan was to her. As Ryan drifted off to sleep, he kept thinking about how there was no place he’d rather be.

***

Hockey Night in Canada was a tradition in many households, and growing up, Whitney’s was one of them. She remembered it being on virtually every Saturday night, Owen and Gareth glued to the TV to watch the Leafs and whoever they were facing. Oftentimes the O’Reillys and Napiers would get together at each other’s houses on Saturday night, order some pizza, and make some popcorn for all the kids while they watched. Whitney remembers always sitting in between Ryan and Gareth, and eventually Shannon, with the O’Reilly foster kids all around them starting Go Leafs Go chants.

Tonight, she was in attendance for a Hockey Night in Canada for Ryan, who was playing on the Toronto Maple Leafs. She couldn’t believe it.

Whitney wore Ryan’s jersey and stood beside Bee, who held Axton up against the glass beside Jace, being held by Aryne on her hip. John came around to fist bump, the biggest smile on his face as he saw his boys. Jake McCabe came around too, waving at his kids who were excited to see their dad on the ice. Jeska Schenn even got a picture of her boys posing with Luke, who gave them a puck from the ice. Whitney could only hope that this would be her someday soon, bringing hers and Ryan’s children down to the glass to see their dad.

As this was the Leafs’ last home game, there was extra energy in the building. When the women got back to their section and settled into their seats, they could feel it. Mitch opened the scoring, and John scored about five minutes later, with a secondary assist from Ryan. Aryne and Whitney hugged, jumping in unison. In the second period, when William Nylander scored with another assist from Ryan, Whitney screamed even louder, Aberdeen screaming with her as they hugged too. In the third period, on John’s second goal, Ryan got his third assist, and Whitney was elated. The boys played so well, earning a 7-1 win against the Montreal Canadiens in their last home game of the season. With the team saluting the raucous crowd, the girls clapped and cheered.

“Come to SoHo House with us,” Aberdeen whispered to Whitney as the girls began filing out of the family lounge.

“SoHo House? Isn’t that members only?”

“Between myself and Bee, we can all get in as guests,” Aberdeen winked. “And we need to celebrate, don’t we?”

Whitney smiled. “Of course we do.”

Before Whitney, Aberdeen, and the rest of the girls were able to travel towards the locker room, they were stopped by a familiar voice – at least to Whitney. “Whitney? Is that you?”

Whitney turned her head to see a familiar face – Rachael, the girlfriend of Joel Edmundson, who played with Ryan on the Blues when they won the Stanley Cup. She and Rachael weren’t exactly friends, but they tried to be friendly, though Rachael always had an iciness to her that Whitney couldn’t crack. She didn’t know if it was just her personality or if Rachael didn’t like her. In any case, Whitney completely forgot Joel was on the Montreal Canadiens, so it was very unexpected to see her at Scotiabank Arena. Considering her personality, Whitney was slightly shocked Rachael was even getting her attention to say hi. “Oh, Rachael! Hey!” she greeted, smiling. “You go ahead, I’ll catch up with you,” she said quickly to Aberdeen before re-routing herself towards Rachael. “It’s nice to see you, Rachael.”

“Nice to see you too,” she said, though she didn’t outstretch her arms for a hug.

“It’s good that you were able to make the game here. Your sister is studying here, right?” Whitney asked.

“Can’t believe you remember that,” Rachael commented. “But yeah. A couple of the girls and I came for the game, but I’m staying to spend some time with my sister. What are you doing here?”

Whitney thought it was obvious. She was wearing Ryan’s jersey, after all, which gave it away. She pointed to the ‘90’ patch on her arm, giggling slightly. “Ryan got traded here at the trade deadline, and I’m here, you know, supporting him.”

“No, Whitney…I mean, what are you doing here?” Rachael asked again.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I can’t believe you’re still waiting around for him,” Rachael said.

Whitney froze slightly, her eyebrows furrowing at the comment. “What?”

Rachael rolled her eyes playfully. “Listen, all I’m saying is…you’re hot, Whitney. And if it were you, I’d be flirting with Auston Matthews or something, not waiting for Ryan like you always have been.”

“I’ve never been waiting for Ryan—”

“—Yes you have. We’ve all seen it. Every time you came to visit St. Louis, Joel and I would always see it, always talk about it. And I just can’t believe it’s still going on,” Rachael lamented, not bothering to cover the contemptuous pity in her voice. “I feel bad for you. If I was waiting this long, I’d want someone to tell me how desperate I looked. You should have taken that opportunity with Binner when you had the chance.”

Whitney could feel her cheeks flush red. “How could you even say that? Binner was so inappropriate with me. There’s no way I would have even considered it – then or now.”

Rachael wasn’t letting up. Clearly, she started this conversation with a purpose. Were these things she wanted to tell Whitney back then and only had the opportunity to do so now, when they were alone, because Whitney trusted this conversation to be a fucking normal one? “You have to move on and accept the fact that Ryan isn’t going to want you,” she said, her words as cold as ice. “Move on, Whit. He’s never going to be with you.”

Whitney narrowed her eyes at Rachael. It took everything within her not to cry or scream in her face. Whitney knew there were some…well, characters among the partners of NHL players, but Rachael was playing a dirty game that Whitney didn’t like, that Whitney never considered playing herself. “Is this why you got my attention? To tell me how desperate I am? To make me feel awful?”

“I’m trying to save you a lot of heartache. Trust me,” she said. “Auston Matthews is right there.”

Whitney looked directly into her eyes. “Go fuck yourself, Rachael.”

Whitney turned on the balls of her heels and walked away, disappearing quickly behind a door Rachael wasn’t allowed access through. Instead of going directly to where Aberdeen and the rest of the women were, she escaped into the washroom, if only to make sure that the tears welling in her eyes and the redness in her cheeks wouldn’t be visible when she saw them all again.

Rachael’s words ruminated in Whitney’s mind and made her stomach bubble as looked at herself in the mirror. “Stop waiting for Ryan. I feel bad for you. Move on. He’s never going to be with you.” She wasn’t right. Whitney knew Ryan loved her, yet for some reason, he didn’t want to be with her. Ryan adored her, but couldn’t be with her. Ryan was her forever, and she was Ryan’s forever, but something was stopping him from putting a label on that forever. She’d cheated on her boyfriends with him. She broke guys’ hearts because of him, so desperate to be with her that they would have walked barefoot on lava. But Ryan was her beginning, end, and everything in between, and she wasn’t interested in men willing to walk on lava when she had Ryan willing to do anything for her.

Except be with her.

Except call her his girlfriend.

Except make her his wife.

She burst out of the washroom, walking down the flight of stairs to see Aberdeen and an array of the other girls waiting for the boys. “All good?” Aberdeen asked.

“Mhm,” she nodded quickly, burying her feelings within her. “I’m ready to drink.”

***

Ryan noticed something off about Whitney the moment they got into the car. Something was off. She assured him that everything was fine, that she’d just heard a fan say something stupid about him in the stands and it had made her angry, but he knew she was lying. Stuff like that never bothered Whitney before, so why was it bothering her now? The drive to SoHo House wasn’t long, but he tried to get the truth out of her with no success. He resolved to get to the bottom of it by the end of the night, even if he had to pry it out of her.

Whitney immediately approached the bar, ordering a margarita and finishing it within the first ten minutes. SoHo House wasn’t that kind of scene, of course, but Whitney didn’t care – if she was going to have to drink her feelings away, she would. Upon ordering her second, she felt Ryan behind her. “Will you tell me what happened, please?”

“I said it’s nothing,” she said.

“Then slow down,” he said, watching as the bartender handed her the second margarita. “I wish you would just be honest with me.”

He’s never going to be with you. “I am being honest,” she said. “Please, Snook. I just want to have a fun night out with the girls. You’re gone all next week and I’m going to miss you. I don’t want to start thinking about it now.”

Ryan digressed, because he always did. He knew how much Whitney missed him when he was gone – he got to see it now when he came home to her. When they were separated for months, it was even worse. So he let her be with the girls and he hung out with the guys, and he noticed her get a third margarita, except this time it was after a while and a few glasses of water. He kept his eye on her, her animated face lighting up at the stories she’d tell or listen to, her laugh loud and rambunctious.

“There’s nothing going on between you two, right?” William Nylander asked as he watched Aberdeen interact with Whitney.

“Nah. Why?”

William knew Ryan was lying. William knew Ryan was lying because William had something to hide once too, and Ryan wasn’t nearly as good or meticulous as he was in hiding it. Besides, Aberdeen had said she didn’t think Ryan and Whitney were just friends, and William trusted her judgement. “You’ve been eyeing her all night. Just want to make sure you look around the room a bit.”

Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m good, Will. Seems like she and Aberdeen get along great though.”

“Aberdeen loves her. She’s wondering why it’s taking you so long to make Whitney your girlfriend.”

***

It was about 1:30 in the morning when everybody decided to leave. Ryan only had one drink at the beginning of the night and water the rest of the time through, so he was good to drive. When they arrived home, they walked in without a word to each other. Both ended up in the kitchen, with Whitney getting glasses and pouring them some ice-cold water to have.

“I wish you would be honest with me about what was bothering you tonight,” he said, still wanting to address the situation. He knew it probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do, but he needed the truth from Whitney.

He doesn’t want you. I feel bad for you. “I could say the same,” she whispered before taking another sip of water.

It may have been a whisper, but Ryan definitely heard. “When have I not been honest with you?”

Move on, Whitney. “You tell me.”

“Whitney,” his voice was serious. “What the hell are you talking about? I’ve always been honest with you. Now will you tell me what’s bothering you?”

Whitney finished her glass of water, wishing it was some sort of hard liquor that would give her liquid confidence. “Rachael was at the game tonight.”

“Who’s Rachael?”

“You remember Joel’s girlfriend?”

“…Okay,” Ryan said. “Did you guys see each other? Did she say something?”

Whitney paused. It was now or never. She knew that every thought she ever had about this would come rushing out of her after she started talking, so she tried to compose herself ahead of time. She didn’t want things to get messy. “She said she couldn’t believe I was still waiting for you like I’ve always been,” she began. “She said she felt bad for me, that I should have taken the opportunity to be with Binner when I had the chance. She told me to move on because you’re never going to be with me.”

Ryan was silent. The words hung between them as silence filled the air. ‘”So do you?” Whitney asked out of the blue. “Do you want to be with me?”

“You—you don’t want to be with me, Whit.”

Whitney couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Excuse me? I cheated on my boyfriends with you, Snook. And you think that? You actually say that out loud?”

“Listen, Whit— I’d do anything for you. You know that.”

“No you wouldn’t. Stop lying to me,” her voice was getting angrier each passing second. This was the moment. This was it.

“I’m not lying to you—”

“You won’t marry me. You won’t even call me your girlfriend. We’ve been doing this song and dance for ten years and you still won’t even call me your girlfriend.”

The words hung in the air again. Ryan’s heart was almost beating out of his chest. “You’re right, Whit. I won’t marry you.”

Whitney could feel her cheeks flushing red. She’d been rejected plenty of times before – but not by Ryan. And, of course, never for something so big. The way he said it made it sound so definitive. “Why won’t you be with me, Snook?” her voice quivered.

“Sweetness…”

“What is it? What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing! Whit—Whit—my god—” Ryan’s voice was frantic. “Why would you think you did anything wrong?”

“How could I not?” she demanded back. “Is it because you don’t love me?”

“No! I love you more than anyone else. I’ve always loved you Whit. You know that. How—how could you say that?”

Whitney began shaking her head. She didn’t understand why he was saying such things to her. He wasn’t making any sense. He loved her, but he couldn’t be with her. She didn’t do anything wrong, but he didn’t want to be with her. It was cutting deep; every word that came out of his mouth carving deeper and deeper into her. She bolted from the kitchen and ran upstairs, Ryan following behind her calling her name. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me that you won’t be with me?” she demanded of him once they were in their bedroom.

“Nothing is wrong with you. Not a thing. You’re perfect.”

“Then why!!!” she began to cry. “Then why, Snook? We tell each other all the time how much we love each other. We tell each other all the time that we’re the only ones for each other. I mean it when I say it, Snook. Do you? I want to marry you. I want to be your wife. I want to have a family with you, Ry – only you. I’m not having a family if it’s not with you. Don’t you want that too? With me? Why don’t—why don’t you want that too?”

“I do.”

“You’re not making any sense!” she yelled, trying to wipe away her tears with the back of her hand. “Why don’t you love me?”

“I love you more than anybody else Whit. That’s—that’s why I can’t.”

“Why don’t you love me?” she asked again. She wanted an honest answer out of him.

Ryan’s face was flushed now, too. “I can’t marry you because of me, sweetness. It has nothing to with you. It never has and it never will.”

Whitney paused. Was he seriously giving her the “it’s not you; it’s me” excuse during the most significant and momentous argument they’d ever had? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’d ruin your life, Whit.”

Okay, now he truly wasn’t making any sense. Nothing coming out of his mouth made sense. “How could you possibly ruin my life when you are my life?” she asked.

Those words hit Ryan hard. Hard. Because he knew how true they were. And for as long as their lives have been intertwined, she had been his life too. “Whit…” his voice began trembling too now. “Whit, you don’t understand. I can’t—I can’t—”

“Ryan, you’re being—”

“—No, Whit, let me—”

“—You’re being irrational—”

“—No I’m not. It’s not—I’ve thought about this.”

“No you haven’t.”

“Yes I have. I can’t be with you. I can’t marry you.”

“Yes you can.”

“No I can’t. I—I—” he stuttered, not even bring able to bring himself to say the words out loud. “I’ll hurt you. Like I did before.”

There was silence between the two as the words hung in the air. “What?” Whitney’s voice was much calmer than before. “When did you ever hurt me?”

Ryan looked away. He bit his lip, chest heaving up and down at how emotional he was getting. He couldn’t even bear to think about it, let alone say it out loud. The memories still paralyzed him. They brought back so much hurt, so much pain. “The accident, Whit,” he whispered.

“What accident?”

“Tim Horton’s.”

More silence. The gears were trying to shift in Whitney’s mind, but they were stuck. “You didn’t hurt me, Snook.”

Ryan finally looked at her again. “How could you say that? Of course I did,” he said through gritted teeth, the pain of remembering overcoming him. “You called me that night to pick you up and I was supposed to keep you safe. I gave you a concussion, Whitney. I—you weren’t the same for months, and it was because of me. I did that to you.”

Whitney began shaking her head, watching him as he sat down on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. “Snook, no—”

“I don’t know how I even live with myself after hurting you.”

“Snook, no. Listen to me—” she got down on her knees in front of him, trying to cradle his face in her hands, but he nodded them away. He wasn’t deserving of it. He believed he wasn’t deserving of such affection. He wasn’t worthy.

“And I promised him,” Ryan whispered, tears falling down his face and evident even in his voice now. “I promised Gareth I’d take care of you. And I didn’t. I did that to you. I couldn’t—I didn’t—I—”

“—Snook—”

“—He was dead in the casket, Whit, and I p—I promised him—”

“—Snook please—”

“—I didn’t keep my promise, and what if—what if I hurt you again? What if—”

“—You won’t—”

“—I love you more than anyone, Whit. If I hurt you? I can’t hurt you, and if we—there’s too much risk. Because of me and how stupid I was. I could hurt you again and—”

“—You won’t, you won’t, you won’t,” Whitney repeated desperately, hoping it would get through to him somehow. “Snook, that’s in the past. It’s okay.”

Ryan shook his head. “It’s always with me that I did that to you.”

“C’mere,” she urged, and without another word she hugged tightly, his head in the crook of her neck as he cried. She felt his tears on her skin there as she tried to calm him down by running her fingers through his hair or rubbing his back, but there was no use. This was something that Ryan had been carrying deep, deep within him for years now, and she had no clue. The revelation of it being the reason keeping them apart was enlightening, painful, and heartbreaking all at once. “Let’s pretend it never happened, Ry.”

“I’ve tried. I can’t. Every time I try to erase the memory, I get lost in it. All I can picture is you passed out beside me in the truck, or you in the hospital bed crying. I hate myself for doing that to you. I never got over it. I hate—I hate mys—”

“Shhhhh,” she cooed. “Snook, there’s nobody else for me out there but you.”

“I know. And I feel the same. But I don’t deserve you after what I did. I can’t take care of you.”

“Yes you do,” Whitney said. “And yes you can. You’re the only man in this world that can take care of me.”

“No. No. No,” he shook his head vigorously. “I can’t take care of you if I hurt you.”

“Yes you can Snook, please,” she urged, tearing up again. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me live a life without you. I can’t live a life without you, Snook.”

They cried together. It was the only thing they could do after the catharsis, after the truth had been revealed for both of them. Ryan pulled her up and into his lap. Whitney could feel Ryan gripping onto her, his cries still coming. “I don’t want to live a life without you,” Ryan mumbled, “but I don’t know how I can live a life where I can take care of you how I want to…how I’m supposed to. Up to my standards. I promised Gareth. I didn’t—I didn’t live up to it early on. What if I never can?”

“I’m telling you that you can. I’m telling you that you’re the only one,” Whitney said. “You bought us this house, Snook. This house is for us, right?”

“Yes. For you, but for us. I know it is.”

“Think about the memories we already have here. And think about the memories we can make here,” she whispered, finally cradling his face in her hands as she stared directly into his eyes. “The smell of your chicken soup. The feel of your body against mine in our bed. Think about it, Snook. Think about our kids sliding across these hardwood floors. Movie nights where we’re all cuddled on the sofa together under blankets. Carting the kids around to hockey practice. Bringing them up to Bluewater Beach to swim like we did when we were kids. I want that with you, Snook. D’you want that with me?”

His breath hitched in his throat at the thought of children – their children, with all their personality quirks and mops of hair and sandy toes from the beach. “I want that more than anything.”

She made sure to kiss him quickly – a peck so small it almost didn’t register as a kiss. “Then what’s stopping us? Why can’t we do it? Because you don’t feel like you can take care of me even though you have since I was seventeen? You’ve taken care of me, Snook. All this time. You’ve taken care of my body. You’re the only one that’s taken care of my body. And more importantly, you’ve taken care of my mind, my soul.”

“I’ve taken care of you because I love you,” he whispered.

“Have I taken care of you?” Whitney asked.

Ryan nodded his head immediately. “You always have. Just by being you. By being there for me. By being my sweetness.”

“Then let’s do it. You and me. Because we love each other. Because we’ve loved each other since we were kids. Because we take care of each other. Right?”

“Right.”

“If I take care of you, will you take care of me?”

Whitney waited. She waited and she waited and she waited, looking into Ryan’s big blue eyes for a response. The same blue eyes she fell in love with as a kid. The same blue eyes that brought her so much comfort and love. The same blue eyes she could find her own soul in.

Finally, he spoke. “Yes.”

Whitney had waited a long time to hear those words. She wanted to make sure she wasn’t hearing things. She needed to confirm. “Yes?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

More confirmation was needed. “We’ll get married, Snook?”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I’ve just been scared, sweetness. We’ll get married,” he confirmed. “I’ll give you everything. I’ll take care of you. I love, you Whit.”

She kissed him again, much more passionately this time. “I love you, Snook,” she said against his lips. “I can’t wait to be your wife. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives taking care of each other, right?”

“Yes. Yes,” he affirmed, kissing her again.

Ryan held her tight onto his body as he moved back on to the bed. They continued to kiss for a long time, long enough that Whitney’s lips got red and puffy, with Ryan whispering “I love you, I love you so much” over and over again like he was reciting a prayer. To have Ryan be hers was all Whitney ever wanted, and she couldn’t believe they had finally gotten to this point. After ten years and countless secrets, grief and elation and success, Ryan was able to overcome his fear. Whitney was able to help him. They would be able to live their lives now as they always wanted to; no longer in secret. They could hold hands in front of their parents. They could give each other quick kisses on the backyard deck. They could wrap their arms around each other in front of friends. Nobody would have to second-guess or question their love for one another. They could just be how they were with each other in front of other people. Whitney anticipated it to be the most liberating feeling in the world, to be able to proclaim that she loved Ryan O’Reilly, and Ryan O’Reilly loved her, and that they were going to build a life together. A life they wanted. A life they deserved together.

“Make love to me Snook,” she whispered in his hear as her hand played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Ryan took his time, kissing along her jawline before moving down to her neck and clavicle, covering every inch of her skin with his kisses. He helped her get out of her shirt and bra before she helped tug his own shirt off. Whitney quickly leaned back so Ryan could take her pants and underwear off – same with him – before she got back into his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders so they were physically close.

“I love you, Snook.”

“I love you too, sweetness.”

“You need to know you’ve never hurt me before in my life,” she stressed. “Not even the accident. Never, okay Snook?”

Ryan nodded his head. “Let me kiss you.”

Their lips crashed together again, their tongues stuck down each other’s throats. Whitney made sure to run her fingers through his hair, because she knew he liked that. Ryan made sure to drag his hands down to her hips, squeezing at the flesh there and making her grind into his lap before moving his hands onto her ass. “You need to know something too,” he said, his voice low.

“What’s that?”

“It’s always been you, Whit. Since we were kids. I’ll take care of you until the day I die.”

Those were words Whitney had wanted to hear for a long time, considering he was saying them now in the context of her being his wife. She felt so elated and so happy that it was almost as if the ten years of waiting was worth it. “Make love to me, Snook. Like you love to do.”

One of his hands snuck between their bodies so he could position his hard cock at her entrance. He took the opportunity to tease her only for a few seconds before pushing it in. Whitney grinded her hips in his lap, getting him all the way inside her. She paused, her mouth open against Ryan’s. She didn’t care how many times it happened; every time he was inside of her, Whitney swore she saw stars. “You’re so big, Snook. So perfect for me.”

“Love you so fucking much, Whit,” he whispered in her ear. His hands moved back to her hips, helping guide them as she moved in his lap.

“God you feel so good,” she whispered, leaning back slightly and exposing more of her neck and decolletage to Ryan. He took the opportunity to kiss her everywhere, leaving some love bits on the way as he licked and sucked at her skin. Eventually, he made his way down to her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, causing her to sigh in pleasure. Her nails were digging into his back; she was holding on to him for dear life. “Keep doing that, Snook.”

He kept up with his kissing and love bites between her breasts, eventually moving to the other and taking the other nipple in his mouth too. Whitney continued her movements in his lap, and he could tell that she was trying to make this last. Good. If it were up to him, it would last all night. He’d test the limits of what was physically possible. “You’re so beautiful, Whit. I could kiss every inch of you.”

“You’re lucky you have,” she couldn’t help but smile. “And you’re going to get to the rest of your life.”

They looked deep into each other’s eyes then, the heat of their bodies radiating between them. “I can’t wait for you to be the mother of my children.”

Whitney smiled widely this time, unable to contain it. “I can’t wait, either.”

“Don’t think I didn’t ever want that with you. I did. I always did. I was just scared—”

“—It’s okay, Snook,” she put her index finger on his lips. “You don’t have to be scared of hurting me anymore.”

He kissed her, unable to say anything else. Whitney began running her hands through his hair. They kissed again for a while, until both could feel their orgasms building. “I love you, Snook. Will you come inside me?”

Ryan nodded quickly. “Always,” he said. “I’m the only one.”

“That’s right. You’re the only one that gets to come inside me.”

After some more kissing, both Ryan and Whitney felt their orgasms rush through their bodies at the same time. Whitney held him close, gripping on to Ryan for dear life, their heads on each other’s shoulders as they cried out in ecstasy. They let it last as long as possible, riding it out for as much as they could before their breath started to come back to them and they sunk into each other’s arms.

Whitney was the first to pull back slightly, only to have her lips meet with Ryan’s again in a series of small, slow, lazy pecks. She could rest her lips on him all night if she could. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“Will you hold me in your arms as we sleep?”

Ryan couldn’t help but smile. “You never have to ask me that. I’ll always hold you.”

They shifted positions, Ryan pulling the covers off the bed and Whitney getting under them. She snuggled into his body as he draped the covers over them, and he wrapped his arms around her when he was done, making sure she was comfortable. “Hey Whit?”

“Yeah Snook?”

“I’m sorry you were waiting for me.”

Whitney couldn’t help but smile slightly to herself. There was no reason for him to feel guilty. It took a while, yes, but this was their story. And it would always be their story now. “Don’t apologize,” she said. “I have you. That’s all I need.”

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nateslehky · 1 year

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cause the stars said so

nathan mackinnon // cale makar

8k, established relationship, fluff

“It made me think, actually, before I fell asleep,” says Cale quietly, his eyes drifting closed. “Valentine’s Day is coming up. We should figure that out, probably.”

Nate tenses, his fingers almost involuntarily tightening their grip around Cale’s. “What?”

Or, five times Nate tries to figure out what to write in a Valentine’s Day letter for Cale, and one time he finally gives it to him.

read on ao3

#local girl that says she hates established relationship writes a 8k established relationship fic #this is later than i like to post usually but whatevs #enjoy!#my fics #hockey rpf #natecale #829 #men's hockey rpf #hockey fan fic #the little ol valentine's day fic that could #only posted *checks calendar* like a month and half late #also there's SURPRISE background mikko/arsi except not enough that i felt like i could tag them #like it's just a hint of it really

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starshine-hockey-girl · 2 years

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Take a Walk on the Wild Side- Journey to the Emerald City - Chapter

Summary- With the drama of Teddy's ex over, Lex and Teddy decided to explore their wild sides.

Warnings- smutty sex; discussions of dominance/submission; everything is consensual.

Previous Chapter - https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/682609762641297408/final-reckoning-journey-to-the-emerald-city

@pattiemac1 @penstxgal1968 @hedoublehockeystix @juuuuuse

Saturday, March 16th- Teddy and Lex’s apartment

Lex bent down and picked the medium sized box before he walked into the apartment he shared with Teddy. It was fairly nondescript with nothing printed on the outside except for the shipping label. He placed it on the kitchen island before he went to the door of Teddy’s office. “Hey,” he said casually as he walked over and kissed the top of his head, “I am home. It’s my turn to cook dinner. Do you want pasta?”

She looked up with a smile, “Hey you! I am stuck in editing hell and have a ton of emails to plow through tonight so I won’t be ready until after six at the earliest. You can do pasta or order in. Whatever you want works for me.”

He walked over and grinned as he looked down at her, "I like it when you are agreeable. It's kind of a turn-on." He bent down to kiss and copped a quick feel of her boobs as she giggled. " I will leave you to your work." He said before he returned to the kitchen to grab a beer. His attention turned to the package and he remembered that he had ordered something online a few days previously. He tore the package open and studied the contents. It was most definitely not his package. The inner package was a glossy black box with the words Naughty By Nature written in red metallic ink across the lid. He opened the top lid, closed it quickly, then opened it again. "Bliss?" He called to her as he carried the box to her office. She turned in her chair to face him. "Do you need to tell me anything?" he asked in a hushed tone.

"No," she replied quickly, "What's in the box?

"You tell me," he continued, "It's from Naughty By Nature. Why would you order something from there?"

Teddy's eyebrows shot up, "They sent a box? I told them no. They sent something anyway?"

"Wait? They sent it to you? You didn't order anything?" he said in surprise.

"Yes, you do know how my job works, right?” she asked in return. He blinked and considered his answer. He had a vague idea of what she did. She had a YouTube channel along with Instagram and some new thing called TikTok. Beyond that, he had no clue about the details of how it all came together beyond the basics of her recording and editing. His forehead creased and Teddy smiled, “It's a conversation for another time. Short answer is that they emailed me to see if I would be interested in a paid promotion post. I discussed it with my team and replied no because sex toys are not really in “my brand” so the offer was declined. I guess they sent it anyway and it was forwarded to me. The real question is why you are worried about it.”

“I’m not….I’m not worried about it, Bliss,” he stammered, “A guy just wonders when a box of sex toys arrives to his girlfriend's attention. I thought we were doing pretty good with what we already have. Pinky and I make a pretty good team, right? We get the job done.”

Bliss stood up and walked over to him. She crooked her finger to beckon him to come closer. He bent down and she kissed him fully. “You absolutely get the job done,” she moaned, “You get the job done every time. I don’t need a box of toys to get my needs met.” She laughed and wiggled her eyebrows, “My man takes care of all my wants and needs.”

He smiled but Lex’s mind swirled with questions, “Teddy has a team? Teddy has a brand?” he thought to himself. He looked at her, tilted and then shook his head in disbelief. This part of her was a complete mystery to him. He couldn’t tell how he felt about it.

“Lex? Earth to Lex,” Teddy called, “What’s going on in that mind of yours?” She stood up and walked over to him. She looked up at his face then wrapped her arms around his waist. “What’s wrong, my love?” she asked quietly.

“How do I not know more about your work? I feel like that’s something I should know more about. We talk all the time about my work. Why is that?” he asked.

Teddy responded, “I don’t know, Lex. It just feels you have a career with a defined goal. You have tangible outcomes. Most of the time, I feel like I am flying by the seat of my pants here."

Lex took her hand and led her to the couch. He pulled her down as he sat and she adjusted herself to sit with her legs across his lap. “Flying by the seat of your pants? What does that mean?” he asked.

“I never intended this to become a full time job,” she said, “I started posting videos on YouTube because there weren’t any content creators who looked like me. I would watch these fashion and beauty videos and feel so frustrated. I just wanted to express myself. You know me-I have lots of opinions When I started getting noticed on YouTube, the positive feedback helped my confidence. It was comforting when people related to my content because it made me feel like less of an outcast.”

Lex’s eyes widened, “Outcast?”

Teddy looked down and examined her hands, “Lex, I know that you adore me, and this may come as a shock to you but other people sometimes find me weird. At least that’s what my anxiety tells me. It makes me feel alone and isolated. It’s been nice to get feedback that I am not alone. I have people who find me funny and smart and a bunch of other good things. I mean it’s sort of taken on a life of its own.”

“So when did you decide to make it a full time thing,” he asked.

“When we got together,” she answered. Again he looked surprised, “I knew that I couldn’t keep my corporate job and move to be with you in Pittsburgh. I figured if I was going to be making the leap of faith with you then I could take a leap of faith that this little “brand” I was developing could grow too. That it would be possible to share my authentic self and other people would love me like you love me. It just kept growing.” she kissed his cheek. “I do, however need to get back to work.”

He smiled at her as she got up to return to her office. “Hey Bliss, I know that you make money, but how much?”

She turned and shrugged, “Oh, I don’t know. If things go as projected, I will probably get a little over two this year.”

“Two? As in two hundred thousand?” he gasped, “That’s impressive.”

“No, Lex,” she corrected, “Two as in two million.”

"That's nearly as much as me," he croaked.

"Is that a problem?" she said quickly, the anxiety sweeping over her features.

"No, I just need to step up my game if I am going to be your provider," he shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't need you to provide me with money, Lex," she laughed.

"Oh yeah, what do you need me to provide you?" He countered.

"Meet in the bedroom with that box and I will show you," she said as she flashed her boobs.

Monday March 18th- Turtle Creek Therapy Center

"Jamie?" the petite brunette called from the door, "I'm ready for you." The tall blonde rubbed his thighs and stood up. He slowly walked to the door. They walked to her small and cozy office. Lex sat on the couch and looked around nervously. "So you wanted to see me alone?" Beverly asked.

Lex and Teddy had been seeing Beverly since their return from Pittsburgh. Her guidance had been crucial during the Chaz crisis and the aftermath. They had settled in a comfortable routine of bi-weekly appointments. Beverly was about to recommend graduating to once a month sessions.

"Uhhhh, yeah," he said softly. He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs. "I have something that is bothering me and I need some help," he continued. He looked to the counselor for a response.

She looked back at him with a neutral face. "What's bothering you?”

He leaned back and rubbed his palms on his thighs. He looked down, "Ummm, I have some thoughts that are disturbing."

Beverly looked up from her notes. "Disturbing in what way? What are your thoughts?"

He didn't look up, "They are sexual thoughts. They are disturbing because of Bliss' past."

"I am not understanding. What kind of sexual thoughts?" Beverly asked.

Lex blushed, "Ummmm, Some kinky stuff like being aggressive with her physically, dominating her and controlling her. Nothing to hurt or injure her, but things like spanking and tying her up.” He looked up and observed Beverly’s neutral face. “You don’t think that they are disturbing thoughts?”

Beverly replied, “Well, my thoughts don’t matter as much as your thoughts on them. They seem like some not that out of the ordinary sexual fantasies. Why do you find them disturbing?”

Lex blinked, “You know her past. Chaz physically abused her. He sexually assaulted her. I am thinking of doing similar things. How is that not disturbing?”

Beverly smiled, “Are they similar, really? In these thoughts/fantasies, are these actions consensual? Is Teddy feeling pleasure from the actions?”

Lex ran his fingers through his curls, “Of course, they are consensual. I only want to give her pleasure sexually.”

Beverly asked, “How do you think Teddy would react to these thoughts/fantasies?”

Lex stammered, “I could never tell her about them. She would hate me.”

“So maybe it’s not the thoughts/fantasies that are disturbing? Maybe it’s your fear of her reaction to them?” Beverly suggested.

“You don’t think she would hate me?” Lex questioned.

Beverly shrugged, “I am not her, but I can’t imagine that she would hate you. Who knows? Maybe she would be open to exploring those fantasies with you.”

Lex looked up and appeared to be dumbstruck by Beverly’s answer.

“Let’s reverse the roles. What do you think your reaction would be if she came to you asked to explore something sexually? Would you hate her even if it was something that you are not interested in doing?” Beverly prodded.

“But we don’t have the same past. I don’t have her trauma,” he protested.

“Jamie, her trauma is not yours to manage. Teddy is strong. Do you really think that the conversation will trigger her trauma? Don’t you think that she can distinguish between past abuse and consensual sexual activity?” Beverly countered. “Teddy has been consistent in her communication during sessions that she trusts you and knows that she is safe with you. Why would that change?”

Lex started to speak but stopped.

“You have to decide for yourself, Jamie, if this is a conversation that you are able and willing to have with Teddy. I think that you have a lot of shame and guilt tied to fairly common sexual fantasy. The question might just be how much do you trust Teddy?”

Lex looked at his hands and thought. If there was anything that he knew for sure, it was that he could trust Teddy. He tried to imagine having the conversation with her. Given Beverly’s nonplussed reaction to the thoughts/fantasies, he pictured that she would not condemn or hate him. Suddenly he felt a bit silly about his fear. This was Teddy- his best friend and love. Teddy who had exposed herself completely to him in every way. Here he was working himself into a lather about a sexual fantasy. He chuckled to himself. Beverly raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, I am just realizing that I may have been thinking irrationally,” he blushed.

“It happens to the best of us,” she responded, “Do you think you might be open to the discussion now?”

“Yeah, I think I can do it,” he smiled.

“If you want to do it in a session, we can but I think you can handle it on your own now,” she added.

“Yeah, I think so too,” he said as he stood up to go, “Thanks again for helping me process that.”

“Anytime, Jamie, anytime,” she got up to walk him out the door.

LATER THAT EVENING -Teddy and Lex’s apartment

“Bliss babe, I’m home,” Lex called out as he walked in the door of their apartment.

“I’m in the kitchen,” she called back. He walked in to find her making dinner. “Hey Lexaroni,” she smiled as he bent down to kiss her cheek. She was putting the final layer onto the homemade lasagna she had spent the afternoon constructing when Lex mentioned a craving for it that morning. “Mmmmm, give me a good kiss,” she teased. She turned to him and stood on her tiptoes as he leaned down to kiss her softly. The intensity of the kiss increased as he lifted her off of her feet and held her up. “Much better,” she grinned, “Where have you been? I thought you had this afternoon off.”

He put her down and walked over to the refrigerator to grab a beer, “Oh, I had a session with Beverly. I thought I told you.” She put down the cheese that she was spreading and looked at him. “I didn’t tell you?” he pursed his lips.

“You know damn well that you didn’t tell me that you were having a session with Beverly,” she said, “Do you think I would forget something like that? Wait, why did you have a solo session with Beverly?” Her mind started to race.

“Wait, wait, wait- Bliss,” he held up his hands. He could see the anxiety creeping across her face. “Don’t panic. It’s nothing bad or at least I know that now.”

“Now? You were unsure before, but still didn’t tell me?” she questioned.

“Yes, I had something that was bothering me that involved you and I needed to talk it out. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you ahead of time. I guess I was embarrassed or something,” he stammered.

Teddy looked at him and paused. His breath was rapid. His weight shifted from side to side. He looked and acted nervous. She struggled to remember when she had seen him like this before. Then she remembered his behavior in St. Thomas before he declared his love for her. Before that, it was outside of her apartment after their first fight. “Lex,” she said softly, “Let’s move past whether you told me or not. What did you need to talk out with Beverly? Something involving me?” He nodded his head yes. “Can you tell me now? I am really trying not to freak out, but it’s getting really hard,” she pleaded.

He took her hand and led into the living room. She sat down and he paced. “Not helping Lex,” she teased.

He sat down next to her and then stood up again, “Shit, why am I making this so hard?” He paced back and forth. Teddy watched him. He sat down and ran his hands through his curls, "Ummmm, I was having sexual fantasies and they concerned me."

"What kind of sexual fantasies?" Teddy said quietly. "Are you not happy with our sex life?"

He turned to her and grabbed her hands, "No, don't start doubting yourself. I am trying to tell you but I am fucking terrified."

"Terrified of what?" she asked.

"Terrified that you will think less of me or love me less," he whispered.

"Lex, it's you and me forever- no matter what, whatever it takes," she reassured, "Just tell me."

"Kinky stuff like rough sex, controlling and dominating you, spanking and other stuff," he said in a voice barely above a whisper. He looked down.

Teddy inhaled, "That's it?"

Lex's head popped up, "Yes? You're not upset or freaked out?"

“I thought you were going to say something awful like a threesome,” Teddy smiled and climbed into his lap, "Lex- that's what you were so worried about? Why?"

Lex looked into her eyes, "I thought it would remind you of before- you know, HIM." After the sentencing, Teddy refused to say the name of her abusive ex,Chaz.

Teddy caressed his cheek, "Lex, sweetheart, I trust you. I know that I am safe with you. You would never intentionally hurt me. Breathe, you're overthinking it. You're totally pulling a Teddy." Lex leaned his face into her hand. She rubbed his cheek, "Can I ask you one thing?" He nodded yes. "This is in addition to our normal stuff, right? You're happy with everything else?" she asked quietly.

"I am so happy with everything else. If you say no, I will understand completely," he answered.

"I am not saying no," she whispered.

"You're not saying no?" he smiled.

"I am not saying no," she kissed him, "I'm not saying no."

"Really?" he looked at her in amazement.

"I mean we've done the spanking thing once. I liked it. I liked it A LOT," she kissed him again before hopping up.

"Where are you going?" he asked. She walked into the kitchen and put the lasagna into the refrigerator. From there, she walked past him to the bedroom to grab her purse and put on her shoes.

She walked back into the living room and looked at him, "Let's go."

"Go where?" He asked.

"Going on an adventure," she smiled, "Let's go."

He got up reluctantly and followed her downstairs to her Jeep. She smiled as she started the engine and hit play on the playlist. "You have a Sexy Lexy playlist? seriously?" he joked.

"Yes, do you want to know when I play it?" she teased back.

"When?" he asked incredulously.

"When are you on the road and I have to take care of myself." she laughed. They drove along listening to the music. Teddy sang a particularly robust version of Kisses Down Low before she pulled into the parking lot and parked neatly.

Lex turned to her in disbelief. "Why are we here?" he asked as he looked up at the Condoms To Go sign.

Teddy smiled, "We are exploring options." She got out of the Jeep and headed into the store. She called out, "Come on Lex!" He sheepishly followed her. Teddy grabbed a handbasket and started at one end of the store. "So let's start here," she said bluntly as she stood in front of the lube section. He looked at her like a deer in headlights. "Lex, you want to try new things, right? Then we need to see what's available. Would you rather start with the restraints?" She said matter of factly, "We haven't needed lube in the past but maybe we should get some just in case?"

Lex stared at it for a moment before busting out laughing. "I love you Bliss," he laughed again, "Oh God, I love you." He picked out a bottle and held it up in question. Teddy gave her approval and he placed it in the basket. They moved on to the section of paddles, whips and crops. They eyed each other nervously. Lex reached for a small rubber whip and Teddy held out her arm. He looked around the store and then swatted her. She shrugged her shoulders. “No good?” he asked.

“Is that the way that you would use it? Not much of a sting. Try it again like you would use it,” she suggested. He swatted again with more force. Again she shrugged and he put it back. “Try a paddle,” she offered. She smiled with his next swat, “That’s good.”

He placed it on the basket, “You like that?”

“Yeah,” she answered with a ragged sigh, “Should I try one on you?” His eyebrow raised slowly and he held out his arm as she selected a leather cat-o-nine tails. She swatted softly and he laughed. She lifted her eyes to his and struck with much more force. He instinctively bit his lip to keep from yelping, but nodded yes. She dropped it in the basket.

Slowly they made their way to the various types of restraints. She turned to Lex, kissed his bicep and wrapped her arm around his waist. "What were you thinking?" She said softly. He lightly touched the handcuffs as they moved onto leather cuffs. "I prefer those. I am afraid metal handcuffs will bruise my wrists," she remarked. He picked an assortment and placed it in the basket. They passed the gag section. "Keep walking- hard no on anything in this section," she said in a slight panic.

She walked quickly into another section. Lex grabbed her hand and pulled her into his body, "Breathe, Bliss, breathe." She pressed her face into his body and took a deep breath. "Do you want to leave or keep going?" Teddy looked at the additional sections and took his hand. She led him to the costume section. "Oh this could get fun," he said as he fingered a sexy nurse outfit. She gave him a grin and selected one. They resembled kids in a candy store as they threw costume after costume into the basket- sexy cop, sexy construction worker- all the sexy occupations.

They slowly and methodically made their way through the store. In the end, they had filled 3 hand baskets full of various toys, costumes, restraints and miscellaneous other items. There was a battle of wills at the cash register over who paid. In the end, Lex slid his card to pay for the almost thousand dollar total as he said, “My fantasy- my expense.”

“Lex, but some of those things are things I added so not completely you,” she countered.

He turned to her and said firmly, “Don’t argue with me, Kitty Kat.” He stared into her eyes with an intensity that she hadn’t seen before. “Be a good girl and don’t argue with me.” Teddy blinked slowly and nodded her yes. She looked around the store. No one seemed to be paying attention to their interaction. Lex gathered the bags and wrangled to carry them in his large, left hand. He held his right hand, “Let’s go, Kitty Kat.”

Teddy felt a rush of warmth wash over her. It began somewhere in her gut and radiated out. Within seconds, her cheeks reddened. Her skin felt like she was under a heat lamp. There was a slow and steady pulsating sensation between her legs. She stood perfectly still and stared up at him. He cleared his throat, leaned forward and repeated firmly “Let’s get in the car, Kitty Kat.”

“Yes Sir, “ she squeaked as she grabbed his hand. She stared at the ground as they walked. She felt his stare as they walked to her jeep. He opened the driver door, placed the bags in the back seat and stood back from her to allow her get into the driver’s seat. She watched and felt oddly dissociated. Her eyes moved to the top of his head and slowly over his body. She licked her lips as her gaze moved over his broad shoulders and onto his biceps, across his chest and downward.

“Bliss?” he questioned when she didn’t move. The sound of her nickname permeated her fog and snapped her back to reality. She looked around and got her bearings. Honestly, she didn’t remember how she got into that spot. She had no memory after “Be a good girl and don’t argue with me” which had been preceded by “Kitty Kat.” Lex’ head tilted, “Bliss, you okay?”

She nodded and handed him her keys, “Can you drive home please? I seem to be a little out of it.” He took them from her and placed his hand on the small of her back. Wordlessly, he guided to the passenger side of the jeep. He held his hand out for her to grab and get into her side. She turned to look at him. He kissed her lips before shutting the door. He jogged over to the driver side and got in. He turned the ignition and watched her out of the corner of his eye. She placed her hand on his thigh and took a deep breath. “So…..” she said softly, “Kitty Kat?.....” She gulped, “Kitty Kat is good- really good.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” she said in a ragged breath. “Most definitely. Lex, drive….,” she panted, “Take me home. Take me home now.” He sped home and they raced to the apartment. Lex pressed his body against her as she struggled to unlock the door. “God damn it,” she muttered to herself until he placed his hand over hers and unlocked the door. The bags were thrown down onto the floor as she closed and locked the door. Lex’s hands made quick work of getting his jeans and boxers down while he walked back to her. Teddy hitched her dress up and pressed her back against the door. She bit her lip as his hand went to the underwear and she heard the fabric rip. Her eyes widened at his aggression and she bit her lip as he lifted her legs, placed them around his hips and thrusted into her. It was not their first time to fuck against the front door, but it was mostly definitely a new level of intensity. There were no words, but the passion was clearly communicated through groans, grunts and the intermittent squeals from either of them.

After they both reached their climax quickly, he walked them to the bedroom and plopped her on the bed. They scrambled to remove their remaining clothes before their bodies intertwined together. They fucked until their bodies were spent and Teddy’s throat was raw from screaming. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he collapsed onto her body. “That…. That was….. That was,” he panted, “I don’t even know how to describe it.”

She kissed his neck and tasted the saltiness before she nipped at his ear. “We don’t need to describe it,” she assured him, “but I agree. It was next level.”

Lex pushed up a bit and stared down at her lovingly. “It wasn’t too aggressive? I didn’t hurt you?” He pushed the hair out of her eyes.

“Not too aggressive. The panty rip was a nice touch though,” She grinned up at him, “I might be sore tomorrow but I’ll take it.”

“If I get too aggressive, you’ll tell me, right?” he said as kissed her softly.

“Yes, I will,” she whispered and blushed.

“What?” he laughed.

“Can you put the lasagna in the oven?” she giggled, “I’m starving.” He rolled his eyes and got up out of bed. She watched his nudy body walk to the bedroom door. “Lex,” she called out and he turned, “Want to test that aggressive fucking thing again while it bakes?”

A broad grin spread across his face, “I am afraid I am all aggressively fucked out, but I can do a soft and gentle if you like.”

She returned the grin, “Hurry up.”

“Bliss, you don’t get to be bossy when we do the kinky stuff,” he chastised her.

“Ohhhh, I will be a good Kitty Kat during the kinky stuff,” she laughed, “Until then…..”

Wednesday- March 20th- Teddy/Lex’s apartment

Teddy stretched on the couch and looked at her phone. Lex should have been back in his room already. The team had dinner tonight to celebrate Justin Dowling’s engagement. Lex always called when he got back to the hotel room. It was their thing.

Teddy sighed and started a Facetime call with Lex. He picked up on the third ring- out of breath. Teddy smiled when she saw his shirtless form leaning against white leather headboard. He struggled to catch his breath as he pulled the sheet to cover the lower part of his body.

Teddy: You didn’t call when you got the room. I was worried.

Lex: Oh, I haven’t been back long

Teddy: Lex? Why are you out of breath?

Lex stares into the phone

Teddy's eyes widened: Were you…..?

Her voice lowered: jacking off?

Lex groaned out loud.

Teddy: Let me see. I want to see it.

Lex: Must you?

Teddy: Let me see your cock

Lex pulled back the sheet to reveal his body.

Teddy: Why do you look bigger on the phone? Holy crap.

Lex: Bliss, you are not helping here

Teddy: Sorry- hey do you want to see me?

She stripped off her nightgown and held the phone out so he could get a full body shot. His hand went back to work as he stared at the phone.

Lex: Bliss….talk to me

Teddy began to tell him all the things she would do to him if she was in the room. Within a few minutes, Lex set the phone down and walked into the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean up. He came back to the bed and Teddy sat waiting, fully clothed again.

Lex: Bliss…. Why did you put on your clothes?

Teddy: I want to talk to you and you get distracted when I am naked.

Lex: Talk about what?

Teddy: First, I want to know why you didn't call me if you wanted to….

Lex: I don’t call you every time I jerk off on the road, Bliss

Teddy: Why not?

Lex: Because sometimes I am in the shower. Other times, it’s a quick one.

Teddy: Oh- makes sense

Lex: Glad to hear.

Teddy: So what were you thinking about before I called- you know while you were….

Lex: You are not going to let this drop, are you?

Teddy: Nope

Lex: I was thinking of the kinky stuff.

Teddy: Specifically?

Lex: You will find out soon.

Teddy: Oh, you have plans?

Lex: Yes, Friday after lunch

Teddy: Oh

Lex: Still okay with it?

Teddy: I think so….

Lex: Bliss….

Teddy: Can you say the name again? The one that you called me?

Lex whispered: Kitty Kat…

Teddy bit her lip and hissed: Yes….say it again

Lex: Kitty Kat- you are not in charge

Teddy whispered: Yes Sir

Lex: Good God Bliss….

Teddy whispered: I am a little scared, Lex. What if I don’t do it right?

Lex: I can guarantee that you will do it right. What else scares you?

Teddy: I am scared that you will want to do something that I don’t want to do but I can’t say no after we start.

Lex: You can always say no. At any point you change your mind, tell me and I will stop. No questions asked. We can have a safe word-just say the safe word and I will stop. What do you want the word to be?

Teddy: Ummmmm, Elphaba

Lex laughs: You must torture with me Wicked always, eh?

Teddy: Always

Lex: What do you not want me to do? I know that you have been thinking about it. Gags are a definite no, right?

Teddy: Yes- no gags. I don’t want anything to do with bodily fluids- no spitting, peeing. I don’t want anal-yet.

Lex: Yet? Okay.

Teddy: Ummmm, don’t get angry but I don't want to be yelled at. I don’t want to be shamed or humiliated. If you seem angry, I will become frightened. That is what scares me.

Lex paused: Did you think I would do those things?

Teddy: I didn’t say that they were rational fears. You said to tell you what scares me. You being angry or not in control of your emotions and actions scares me. I will be defenseless if I am restrained or blindfolded.

Lex can see the anxiety creeping into her features: We don’t have to do it if it scares you.

Teddy’s eye flashed up at him: I am not saying no. I am saying yes, with limits.

Lex: If you change your mind

Teddy interrupted: I will tell you. I am a fully willing participant in this adventure. If you couldn’t tell by my reaction the other night, the idea of it is quite stimulating for me. Quit thinking of this as something only for you. It’s for us- if we let it be.

Lex: Are you really into it?

Teddy: Very much so.

Lex: I am glad.

Teddy: Me too. I need to get some sleep. I have an early session with Matt tomorrow and I am completely slammed. It seems like my Friday afternoon is booked solid with potential orgasms.

Lex: I love you, Bliss.

Teddy: I love you back, my beautiful hunk of a man.

Lex: I will be home late tomorrow night after the game.

Teddy: Talk to you tomorrow morning? Let me know if you need any assistance if anything arises.

Friday March 22nd- Teddy and Lex's apartment

Teddy tried not to stare around the clock on her computer. Technically it was ten minutes twelve and Lex had said afternoon. She had tried to narrow down specifics from him- only to be met with a firm, "You are not in control, Kitty Cat," from Lex each time.

The front door opened quietly and Lex walked in. He held a bag in his hand and walked quickly into the bedroom. Teddy came racing from her office into the bedroom. She slid in her socks across the floor and into Lex's solid body. "Out!" he commanded, "Do not enter until I tell you." She stared at him and he stared back. "Did I stutter, Kitty Kat? he questioned.

Teddy felt the immediate flush come over her body. She bit her lip, "Where would you like me to wait, Sir?" His eyes did a slow scan of her body. He paused and licked his lips. Lex raised his finger and did the turn around motion. She swiveled in slow motion, "Do I meet with your approval?

"Yes, but respectfully-get out," he smiled as he playfully swatted her bottom on her way out. "No peeking- do you hear me?" He called, "eyes on the television."

She nodded and left the room. When she sat down on the couch, her bottom was close to the edge. She could hear him moving around in the bedroom and she strained to identify the sounds. Teddy swore that she heard her bedside table drawer open and close. Time seemed to stand still and her legs bounced restlessly. She fought the urge to call him. Finally the door opened and she heard his footsteps come up behind her. He bent over and whispered, "Look at who was a good girl for me. You followed directions." Teddy felt the goosebumps form on her arms. She turned to look into his eyes. She was unsure what she expected to find but was met with calm blue eyes of her beloved Lex. He smiled softly and pushed up on his knees to stand up. Her eyes followed him as he walked around the couch. He wore black satin boxers that did not conceal his impressive size. The smooth fabric hugged his thighs and buttocks. He bent down into a squat and the fly revealed a flash of skin. He placed his hands on her knees for stability.

"Kitty Kat- on the bed, there is an outfit for you to wear. Once you are dressed and ready, I want you to call for me. You may call me any name but Lex. From that point on, I expect you to obey every command. Do you understand?" He said in a firm, but gentle voice. Teddy's legs bounced beneath his knees. She trembled with excitement. Lex pressed his lips together and spoke again, "I can tell that you are nervous. I am too." Her eyes flashed up at him and she gave a supportive smile. "You are safe, Kitty Kat. You don't have to think anymore-just listen and obey. Turn the noise off." He implored.

Teddy repeated, "I am safe. You will always protect me. You love me and will not harm me."

Lex smiled, "Go get ready, Kitty Kat."

She stood up and walked into the bedroom. Lex had dimmed the lights and the glow of dozens of candle illuminated the bed. On the nightstand, she observed what looked to be several toys concealed by a hand towel. She walked to the bed, picked up the green lace teddy from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Quickly, she stripped out of her casual workout clothes. She held up up the small teddy and stepped into it gingerly.

Her pale skin peeked through the emerald green lace. She adjusted her full breasts within the deeply plunging neckline. She adjusted the strings that clung to the top of her thighs. Her hips were accentuated by the high cut of the teddy. She felt exposed by the lack of material to cover her crotch. Her fingers ran through her hair. She called out, "Ummmmm, Sir? Should I put my hair up? So it doesn't get in the way?"

"Yes, Kitty Kat- put it up. Are you ready yet?" He answered as calmly as his racing heart would allow.

“Not yet, I won’t be much longer though,” she answered back. Teddy mentally debated how to put up her hair that would take the least amount of effort and yet effectively keep her hair out of her face. She decided on a messy top bun in case she spent time on her back. Afterwards,she stood silently and examined her reflection before she turned her back to the mirror. Her mind was a cacophony of random thoughts that created a soft buzz in her head. The memory of Lex's voice interrupted her thoughts, "You do not have to think-just listen and obey. Turn the noise off." She took each intrusive thought, acknowledged it and released it like a helium balloon. Eventually the noise was replaced by a calm silence. She inhaled deeply and turned back to look at herself. She smiled and thought to herself, "Hello gorgeous." She squared her shoulders, walked to the bed, sat on the bed with her legs spread. She called out, "I am ready, Sir."

His head snapped up and he hopped over the couch. The door opened and he stepped in. Her eyes met his gaze and he gulped. "What do you want me to do first?" she said confidently.

“Stand up,” he commanded, “Turn around and crawl onto the bed.” She stood, turned slowly and crawled onto the bed. She looked back to get a sense of what was going to happen next. He shook his head slowly and smiled. “Turn around, Kitty Kat,” he ordered. Her eyebrows furrowed together momentarily and she turned around. She felt her heart race and breath become erratic. She forced herself to look at the headboard as she waited. He grabbed something from the bedside table and climbed on the bed behind her. She felt his legs press against the back of her thighs as his torso rested against her back. His weight pushed her down onto the bed and she gasped. “Turn your face, Kitty Kat,” he whispered, “Turn it so you can see me.”

She placed her right cheek against the bed and looked at him. He saw the anxiety and trepidation in her eyes. “I can stop,” he whispered softly, “I can stop right now.” She shook her head no vigorously. “Do you want me to keep going?” he asked gently. She nodded yes while she bit her lip. “Take the negative thoughts and let them go,” he kissed her neck, “Bliss, let them go. You are safe. I will keep you safe.”

She blinked, took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, “I am safe. You will keep me safe.”

“Better? Ready now?” he questioned.

She smiled, “All better. I’m ready…… Sir”

She felt him rock his hips into her body, “Damn, that turns me on” he moaned, “Let’s go. Put your hands above your head. I am going to restrain them.” She did as instructed and he quickly bound her wrists together with the leather cuffs. Teddy attempted to pull her wrists apart to test the resistance. It was firm but not uncomfortable. “Lift your head, Kitty Kat,” he directed, “I am going to put on the blindfold.” Again she complied with his instruction. He gave her a moment to adjust to the removal of one of her senses. His body weight returned to her back, “What’s the safe word?” he asked quietly, “If it gets too intense, what should you say?”

She rocked her hips so her ass pressed into his crotch, “Elphaba. I will say Elphaba if I can't take it.” In her mind, she determined that she would not use it. She would allow herself to be taken to whatever extreme he chose. If this was his fantasy, she would fulfill it to the best of her ability and not let her fear stop her.

“Good girl,” he remarked as he reached for the paddle and moved into position. The first swat took her by surprise and she gasped. It wasn’t particularly painful but she definitely felt it. The residual sting stimulated her. She felt her nipples harden and a throb formed between her legs. She gritted her teeth and waited in anticipation of the next one. The adrenaline rushed through her body with every swat. Her body responded with a release of hormones that resulted in a wave of euphoria washing over her body. She relaxed and let the sensations take her on the ride.

She had her first orgasm as soon as he slid his finger through her dripping folds. Teddy didn’t recognize her own voice as she screamed and moaned in ecstasy. Lex took her through a roller coaster of physical sensations. After the paddling, he edged her- switching back and forth between the intense vibrations of Pinky to the softer, gentler feel of his tongue and hands. He flipped her over roughly and thrust deeply into her pussy that was beyond warm and wet for him. The soft words of praise elevated her until she was in an almost trance-like state. “Kitty Cat, you’re doing so well. You are taking me so good,” he grunted into her ear as he exploded into her.

Teddy lost count of the orgasms as she delved deeper into the “sub space” of her mind. There was nothing but the increasingly heightened sensations and overwhelming doses of chemicals- endorphin, cortisol, adrenaline and oxytocin. When Lex exploded into her for the fourth and final time, she felt like she was floating in space-on high that she had never experienced before. When Lex removed the blindfold, she stared at him with eyes that were glazed over. He released her hands from the cuffs and they immediately wrapped around his neck, drawing him close to her. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Her legs wrapped around waist. The line between where he ended and she started seemed to blur.

Lex looked down and kissed her softly, “You did so good, Kitty Kat. You did so good.” She nodded in response, unable to make herself speak. His eyes widened, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She patted his chest and then patted her chest before flashing him the okay sign. Her finger pointed to her mouth and she signaled that she couldn’t speak. She pointed to herself again and flashed the okay sign until he nodded in understanding. “Do you need something to drink? Are you thirsty?” he asked. She looked around the room as if observing it for the first time. “Bliss, are you thirsty?” he asked again. The sound of her name brought her focus back to him. She nodded yes and he jumped to retrieve a glass of water for her. She rolled onto her side and lifted her arms into the air to wave them around. It felt like she was floating in space and she watched her body move with a bemused detachment.

He returned with water and held it out to her. It was a comedy of errors as he watched her attempt to get into an upright position so she could drink it. Her arms and legs suddenly felt like jelly. She gave him a goofy grin. “I am going to start the shower, Bliss,” he said as he pulled her to her feet. She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and willingly followed him into the bathroom.

She blinked when she turned and saw her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen from kissing and her bottom bore red marks all over it. Yet, she felt beautiful and confident in a way that she never felt before. There was no countering negative thoughts. No “yeah, but your belly isn’t flat” or “your thighs jiggle” thoughts. It was just an overwhelming wave of “damn, I’m hot” that made her smile. Lex held out his hand and she entered the shower with him. She leaned back and rested her body against his solid muscle as he tenderly washed her body and hair. He kissed her cheeks, neck and shoulders as his hands lathered the soap across her chest and then turned her to rinse it off. She hummed and he observed her in complete rapture. She had truly turned into the embodiment of the word, Bliss.

When they exited the shower, he began to towel dry her as she started to giggle. “What’s so funny, Bliss?” he asked with a laugh. She continued to giggle and then moved her hands to her face. “What’s so funny?” he asked again.

“Lex,” she giggled, “Lex- do you have….” Her body shook with laughter.

“Do I have what?” he questioned.

“Do you have….” she tried again, “Do you have a BIG penis?” She doubled over in laughter.

“Do I have a what?” he tilted his head, “Bliss, you have seen me naked for almost a year and a half. You don’t know what size my penis is? It was just all up in your business a few minutes ago, Bliss.”

She continued to giggle uncontrollably until she took a deep breath. “But is it ummmm big? Like compared to other penises,” she questioned. Her voice was a delightful mix of wonder and childlike innocence. He stood and stared at her until she stood up straighter. “I don’t know, Lex. I have only seen two in my whole life so I don’t know if Chaz was small or if you are just really BIG,” she explained with an embarrassed grin. She started to ramble, “I’ve always wondered. It seems really big to me. Is it big? Do you have a big COCK?” He shook his head as guided her into the bedroom. “Answer my question, Lex,” she demanded, “Do you have a big COCK?” Her emphasis on the word cock made him laugh. She sounded like a child discovering a new, but forbidden word which drove her desire to repeat it over and over. “Cock, cock, cock- Lex has a BIG COCK,” she giggled.

He spun her around and placed her nightgown over head. She wiggled her body into and continued her chant. “For the love of God, Bliss- yes!” he answered in mock anger, “Yes, I have a BIG COCK.” They exchanged a look before they both broke down in giggles.

Teddy started dancing around the room, “You fuck me with a BIG COCK….with a BIG COCK and I take it good. I know how to fuck your BIG COCK.” He looked at her in amusement before turning to walk into the living room. She danced/ran after him, “Lex…. Lex…. it’s the truth, right? I do know how to fuck your BIG COCK.”

He turned around and jockeyed into his sweatpants, “Yes, Kitty Kat. You know how to fuck my BIG COCK.”

She crossed her arms and jutted out her lip, “Not Kitty Kat. Bliss- me- Bliss knows how to fuck your BIG COCK.”

He scooped her into his arms, “Bliss- Bliss knows how, okay? My Bliss knows to fuck me and love me and make me feel like the luckiest man in the world.”

She smiled at him, "Do you like my kitty kat? Do you like fucking it?"

"Bliss- are you trying to some sort of world record for saying fuck?" He teased as he carried her to the couch, "Making love to you is my favorite thing to do in the whole wide world." She scrambled to climb into his lap. "Any other burning sex questions you need to ask?" He asked jovially.

"When did you know that you wanted to fuck me?" She grinned as finger traced along his collarbone.

"I thought I wanted fuck the first time I saw you in that black bikini. You were the hottest woman I had ever seen," he moved her hair out of her eyes, "Then I talked to you and knew for a fact that I wanted to fuck you."

"That soon?" She pushed up and licked his face, "You wanted this Kitty Kat that soon?" She made a game out of licking all over his face.

"I am going to regret giving you that nickname, eh? he smiled.

"It's not my fault you made me cock drunk with that BIG COCK," she laughed, "I am just a helpless Kitty Kat and you are a big ol' tiger."

"A tiger?" He laughed, "I am too tame to be a tiger."

"Oh no," she countered, "You are a wild beast who makes this Kitty Kat purr."

"Well, this tiger loves you Kitty Kat, but if I don't eat soon, I am going to bite," he laughed and reached for his phone. "What do you want to eat? You get to pick since you were such a good girl."

She made her selection and snuggled into him as he ordered on his phone. When he finished, he turned his attention back to her. She wiggled her eyebrows at him. He tilted his head in question. “I am afraid to ask what’s going on in that cock drunk brain of yours,” he smiled.

“My big ol’ tiger is going to be gone for a whole week. He is going to leave his Kitty Kat all by herself,” she purred as she crawled onto his lap, “Will you miss me?”

“You know I will,” he said softly. He was not looking forward to the week long separation, particularly with recent development in their sex life.

“You should take a video of me to take with you on the road for you when you get lonely for me on the road,” she kissed his neck. “Maybe you should have TWO videos- one of your Bliss that loves you so and one of your Kitty Kat that is so naughty for you.”

Lex blinked in shock, “You want to make a sex tape? I am not sure I should take advantage of you while you are cock drunk.”

“I know what I want,” she murmured, “Do you want it?”

“You know I want it,” he groaned.

“Okay, get your camera ready,” she smiled as moved away from him. “Kitty Kat is going to put on a show for you.”

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omg bestieeeee i so need hocker h nd ballerina to talk and smooch !!!!! ngl i’m a sucker for protective and jealous h 🤭🤭🤭🤭 🐱

I feel like ive made you guys wait way too long for this one gvkdfjgkf

a continuation of this blurb! (and sort of this one)

word count: 2.3k (we had a lot of ground to cover)

content warnings: minor mentions of smut, slight angst but all is fixed by the end, not ramadan friendly

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. . .

Two weeks.

Two weeks of radio silence from Y/N.

Two weeks of over-thinking everything he did that night.

Two weeks of Harry drunk texting her on lonely nights.

please just tell me if you hate me

im so sorry

ill leave you alone if its what you want, I just need to know

Each and every time, Y/N read his messages, eyes scanning over the words, and locked her phone.

The truth is, she doesn't know what she wants from him, if anything. She doesn't know why she felt so attracted to him that night — she was tipsy, not drunk, and in complete control of her actions. She never hooked up with people in public — no messy makeouts, but she certainly never let anyone finger her in the hallway of a bar.

The entire thing was completely unlike her. Maybe that's what scared her the most.

Deep down, she wanted to reply to him, but she didn't even know what to say. She didn't want him to leave her alone — maybe that was selfish, but she liked knowing he was at least a little okay. She'd even been keeping secret tabs on the hockey team. They had won their past two games, but Harry had been thrown out in the most recent one for unsportsmanlike conduct. Apparently, he'd gotten into a fight with one of the players on the other team.

Admittedly, that worried her, but she didn't want to be his babysitter. On top of that, the spring showcase was this weekend, and she'd thrown every last bit of her energy into rehearsing and practicing to make sure her performance would be absolutely flawless.

She didn't have the time — or mental capacity — to worry about Harry right now.

. . .

"You look like an idiot."

Harry rolls his eyes as he adjusts the collar on his button down for the third time. James and his girlfriend Melanie had helped him with ironing it out so it looked presentable enough on his body. Anything he ever did rarely called for slacks and button up shirts, but Melanie advised him to look polished and put-together for tonight.

He wasn't in a place to reject her advice.

The other teammates that James lived with weren't quite as kind. Stephen, a sophomore defenseman who was only on the team for the perks of sleeping with every girl he could get his hands on, wouldn't stop throwing sarcastic comments Harry's way.

"Shut up, Stephen!" Melanie calls from the living room. She marches into James' bedroom as Harry smoothes out a few leftover wrinkles in his slacks, swallowing tightly. "When's the last time you cared about something besides fucking random girls? At least Harry has some direction in his life."

"I'm just saying, the girl's been ignoring him for weeks. She's gonna laugh in his face."

"Leave!" Melanie exclaims, batting him on the shoulder. Stephen lets out a yelp of pain and Harry smirks, despite the anxiety throbbing in his chest. "You're not helping! Get out!"

Reluctantly, Stephen rolls his eyes as he follows Melanie's orders and leaves the room. She sighs and comes up from behind Harry before flashing him a hopeful grin.

"You look great, H. I think this is a really sweet gesture."

He nibbles on his bottom lip as he turns to face her. "Okay, but what if Stephen's dumbass is right? She could call security on me and have me removed."

Melanie gives him a sympathetic look, "Yeah, it's a possibility. But isn't it better to go down fighting?"

He shrugs.

"You said ballet is her everything. It's her entire life. Show her that you're willing to integrate yourself into that."

"Yeah," he breathes out, nodding slowly. "Yeah, you're right."

"I know I am." she grins. "Okay, let's get you over there. Don't forget the flowers you picked up!"

. . .

30 minutes later, Harry can't stop shifting uncomfortably as he sits in an aisle seat in the campus auditorium at Y/N's spring showcase.

The massive bouquet of flowers in his lap keep making his nose run and he feels like he's being suffocated by the buttons on his shirt that go all the way up to his neck. Best of all, according to the show program, Y/N isn't scheduled to go on until the very end. She mentioned to him once that being placed as the finale act is the best and biggest compliment, and he can't fight the bit of pride that thrums in his heart.

For an hour, he sits there, fidgeting with the cuffs of his shirt and pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he waits for Y/N to go on. He sits through mediocre singing showcases and even a violin solo that almost puts him to sleep, if not for the older man clearing his throat next to him. Melanie and James even text him during the intermission to see how it's going, but he doesn't have much to report back.

Finally, the show comes to a close and her name is announced, following by the title of the French piece of music she's dancing to. His heart throbs in his chest — he's so nervous for her, especially knowing she hurt her ankle just a few weeks back. But the second she graces the stage, she's a vision of beauty, strength, and delicacy all at the same time. It's enough to take Harry's breath away.

As he sits there watching her, he doesn't move a muscle. Not for a single jump, spin, or step. He doesn't know anything about ballet — not aside from what Y/N has told him — but in that moment, he realizes that he'd be willing to learn every little thing there is to know if it meant she let him back into her life.

She's gorgeous. She offers a flawless performance and the second she's finished, a look of relief washes over her face as she takes a subdued bow, her pretty eyes widening when she sees all the people — Harry included — standing and applauding her.

For Y/N, the hard part was over. For Harry, it had just begun.

. . .

Y/N is elated to have a moment of silence after her performance.

With the dressing room door shut behind her, she lets out a long, deep breath. The dance she'd been driving herself crazy over for months was finally over.

And yet, for some reason, she feels empty.

She shoves it down as sits, eager to get her pointe shoes off. She's ready to shed her costume and get into sweatpants and head home. She knows the rest of the performers are heading out to a party tonight, but she's exhausted.

She's sorting through the bag of clothes she brought when there's a soft knock at the door. She knows she only has around 20 minutes to get out before the janitorial staff starts cleaning, so she rises with a sigh, unlocking the door and opening it.

"I'll be done soon, I just need to change—"

It's not the janitor, though.

It's Harry. Standing there stiffly in a starchy button down with a huge bouquet of flowers that almost encompass the width of his broad shoulders.

"What are you doing here?" she blurts without thinking.

"I came to watch you perform," he replies gently. His throat bobs as he hands her the flowers. "These are for you."

"You didn't watch me." she snorts with a shake of her head. She hasn't accepted the bouquet yet.

"Yes, I did," he instantly fires back, "What, do you wanna see my ticket for proof? I was in seat F34, next to an old man who kind of smelled like soup, and he kept clearing his throat and it was really annoying but I didn't care because I came to see you, and I'd sit through hours of bullshit to watch you dance."

Harry can't read the blank expression of her face, but he takes it as a step in the right direction when she takes the flowers from him. She blinks as she glances past him and then steps aside, motioning for him to come in.

"I have to get my shit together and leave soon, so... just sit in here."

He nods. He's hesitant to allow himself to relax since he's not sure if he's in the clear yet. She closes the dressing room door behind her and places the bouquet on her vanity.

"I need to change," she says, spinning around to face him. "Close your eyes."

He chuckles until he sees the serious expression on her face. "Wait, really?"

"Yes, really."

"But... I— y'know—"

"Just turn the fuck around, Harry."

He does as he's told, shutting his eyes as he listens to her roll her tights down and step out of her leotard. One day, if she let him, he'd be more than happy to do that for her — not even in a sexual way, but he knows how tiring it can be to take off his own gear after a long game. He thinks it would be nice to be there for her.

"Okay, you're good," she murmurs. She's stuffing her things in her tote bag when he bats his eyes back open.

"Are you meeting up with anyone after this? I'm sure your friends came to see you, but I just wanted to maybe talk and... y'know, clear the air a bit." Harry says, wringing his hands nervously in his lap. Y/N furrows a brow as she analyzes his body language. She doesn't think she's actually seen him look anxious before.

"Um... no," she says with a shake of her head before quickly revising her answer, "No, I mean, I'm not meeting up with anyone and no one came to see me. Except you, I guess."

"Wait, really?"

She sighs as she pauses the process of gathering her things. "Really, Harry."

He swallows tightly. They're silent for a moment as she grabs her jacket and throws it over her shoulders.

"Come over and we'll talk. I borrowed my friend Matt's car for the night but— yeah, you can follow me to my place or whatever. And I can't promise I'll be awake for much longer but I think clearing the air could be... good."

A rush of relief makes its way through Harry's body.

"Okay. Yeah, let's do that."

. . .

"I never said it, but you were flawless tonight."

Y/N laughs breathily as she settles onto her couch, a cup of sleepy time tea in her hand. Harry rejected her offer for one (his response had been, "Y/N, do I look like someone who drinks tea with a sleeping bear on it?") but he'd be lying if he said it didn't at least smell good.

"I fucked up on one of my jetés — I'll get yelled at for it on Monday, but otherwise I'm decently content with the performance."

"Well, you couldn't tell," Harry replies, "Seriously. You were perfect."

Her cheeks warm and she stares down at her tea. Her legs are sprawled out in front of her while Harry sits on the other edge of the couch, giving her plenty of room to stretch out.

"So... clearing the air."

Harry clears his throat and nods, prepared to embark on the speech he'd been practicing in his head for weeks. But then, she speaks.

"I'm sorry for running out on you and ignoring you," she says, keeping her gaze down in her lap. "That wasn't... I'm not the best person. I'm bad at feelings and I use ballet as a crutch. I figure it's the one thing I'm really, exceptionally good at, and that should give me a pass in life but I know that's not true. I can't just go around treating people like shit because I'm... scared."

"What are you scared of?" Harry asks through furrowed brows. "I'm sorry if I stepped out of line that night, I should've been better—"

"You didn't. You were great. You did everything perfectly," she replies with a shake of her head. Her response surprises him, but he tries to hide the shock on his face. "I'm scared because you're you. You're a hotshot hockey player and, besides this showcase, you're the only other thing I've thought about these past few weeks. That's horrifying for me."

"Is this...?" Harry attempts to roll his lips into a thin line, preventing a smirk from bursting onto his face. "Is this a very Y/N way of telling me that you like me?"

She groans, as if it's the worst thing to ever happen to her, and it makes Harry laugh.

"Don't laugh at me!" she exclaims. That only makes Harry cackle even louder as he slowly crawls over to her, taking her warm cup of tea out of her hands and placing it on the coffee table.

"You're cute when you're exasperated." he murmurs. She pouts and his eyes crinkle with a grin as he peels her shaky hands away from her face.

"You're the one exasperating me."

"I know," he replies lowly, licking his lips as his face hovers over hers, "I like it."

"This isn't us agreeing to date, by the way." she quickly tacks on. He issues out a mhm as he leans forward, testing the waters, and pressing a light kiss to her nose. "We need to take it slow. Like, painfully slow. Or else I'll freak out and run away again."

"Whatever you want." he mumbles, kissing her right cheek. "I mean it."

"And you can't just overwhelm me whenever you feel like it."

He laughs and kisses her left cheek, then her forehead.

"Okay. Any other demands?"

He stops pasting kisses to her face then, instead choosing to simply loom his lips over hers. He can feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest and watches as she swallows nervously.

"No," she finally whispers. "Just kiss me."

And so he does.

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Joe Burrow x Hughes!sister

Note: I don't know what this is...enjoy😭

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joeburrow: Michigan ain't that bad, I guess...

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hey!! I absolutely love your fics 💕 can I please request for you to write a crossover fic. Like, it begins with y/n and her relationship with either Trevor or Jack and he cheats with y/n and their breakup is very public cause y/n is famous and then it skips months later and she is spotted joe burrow and rumors go around that they are dating!!! I would love for this idea to turn into a one shot or better yet a SERIES!!

been loving the requests i am getting lately and this might top everything… love a good crossover between two worlds!!!

important note: my face claim will be madison beer but you can imagine whoever you desire. also the songs mentioned are not all technically all madison’s i will be incorporating other songs from other artists.

all the pictures seen below are not mine, however they were edited by yours truly. credits to the owners.

short fic! this will be a prologue before everything starts and no Joe in this one— not yet anyway. i want to build the story first before they finally meet ;)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A three year long relationship between your long term boyfriend, hockey star Jack Hughes meets its very public end.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, cursing, cheating, emotional breakdown, cheater!Jack Hughes, media, paparazzi, haters, gossip, rumors

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Numb

You felt numb.

Yet why do you feel— Pain?

then— Sadness,

Betrayal,

and, Anger.

Heartbreak was strange.

A strange feeling that makes you feel so much.

Your heart was shattered to pieces, with no idea on how to piece it back together— it was broken.

Yet, you felt every single thing.

Every emotion. Every frustration. Every regret.

You sat on your kitchen floor with your phone clutched in your hands. Your tears slowly yet surely dropped on the lit screen as you remain motionless.

Today was an extremely busy day for you.

You spent almost the entire day in the studio preparing for your upcoming album.

You loved your job.

You loved it so much, you wouldn’t let anything distract you when you are in the middle of either recording, producing or writing lyrics— which is why you had your phone off.

Your phone remained off till you gotten home and opening it back up was the worst thing you could have ever done.

The first thing you noticed was the flood of notifications you have received— social media notifications from Twitter to Instagram. Then there was the messages from your friends, family, and your team— missed calls left and right.

Before you could even try and process what was going on, your manager sent you the same link everyone has been sending you for God knows how long.

Your fingers acted on their own accord and before you knew it, the video played.

It was Jack. Jack Hughes was your boyfriend of three years— you met Jack at one of his hockey games where he managed to ask for your number right after.

The rest was history.

And it seems like it would remain a history.

Your couldn’t pry your eyes off your phone screen. The video showed Jack with a blonde woman— this would normally not bother you. You trusted Jack.

You really shouldn’t have.

Before you could blink the pair were making out.

Your heartbeat was beating just as fast as your fingers were— moving to click another link.

It was another video where the woman was seen climbing onto his car covering her face because of the paparazzi that was surrounding them.

You were so focused on your phone that you didn’t even realize that you have slid down the kitchen wall landing yourself in the ground.

Articles after articles are being sent to you.

‘Y/N Y/L/N and Jack Hughes in Splitsville’

‘Was Y/N Y/L/N cheated on by beau Jack Hughes?’

‘Is it the end for Jack Hughes and Y/N Y/L/N after three years?’

He cheated.

Paparazzi saw him cheating.

He was kissing another woman.

You didn’t know what to do.

So you did the only thing you knew was right to do.

Opening your phone back up, you sent every video link and article link to Jack and after making sure he has seen it you blocked and deleted his number.

He cheated on you.

Yet it hurt to even delete his number.

He cheated on you.

Yet looking at the messages of his brothers and close friends to you pained you.

“Y/N, i have no idea why Jack would do that. Are you ok? Text me back please.” From Quinn.

“Y/N? I’m so sorry. Idk what has gotten into him. Please reply.” From Luke.

“I’ll fucking kill him. Y/N? Please answer my calls!” From Trevor.

You looked at the messages, numb— numb yet in pain.

You weren’t only mourning your three year relationship that Jack just ruined but you also grieved the friendships you knew would never be the same again.

Quinn and Luke were Jack’s brothers first and foremost. They might’ve not known or not agree and side with him but they’ll be forever be associated with him— Trevor was his best friend, almost his brother.

It would never be the same again.

And you hate Jack for that.

You hate that you love him enough to hate him.

You hate that he made you feel so much in so little time— so much that you felt your heart explode into pieces, it couldn’t take it.

You hate that you know it will take you years to recover from this.

You hate that he had to embarrass you in front of the whole world.

You hate him cause he’s making you doubt your self worth.

You hate him for being selfish.

He is selfish.

Selfish.

You hate him for being reckless with your heart that you willingly entrusted to him.

He is reckless.

Reckless.

Wiping your tears of your face you silently walked to your room— grabbing your pen and notebook.

Selfishly Reckless

Too Damn Selfish

Reckless with my Heart

Selfish.

Reckless.

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Slap Shot || Prologue

a Jake Seresin AU

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synopsis: the first night out in a long time, and it just so happens to be one of the biggest weekends in the Hockey season. A certain blonde hair cowboy makes his charm on you.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of grief, alcohol consumption, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentions of "locker room talk", puck bunnies, mentions of cheating, PDA, making out, allusions of sex.

This wasn’t like you.

You weren’t the type who went out wearing one of the shortest and tightest black dresses you own, killer heels on your feet, your hair curled in big blown out-waves, makeup done and a bright bold red on your lips. You weren’t the type to sit at the bar, twirling the straw around in your drink and flirting with guys whose names you didn’t bother to ask for or learn. And you definitely weren’t the type to actively look for and plan to go home with one of those guys.

But tonight was different.

Maybe it was because for the first time in a long time, you felt the weight of the world had been finally lifted off your shoulders. Grief was such a weird thing. You knew that long ago, but it had been a while since you were met with the process. The first time you went through the grieving process, it had come on so suddenly, you weren’t sure how to handle it. This time, you had years to prepare for it. Once you hit that final phase of acceptance, you felt like you could breathe again. And you had a new outlook on your life and you were ready to take charge of it.

Or maybe it was because the bar was crawling with hockey players.

It was All-Star weekend, and the best of the best NHL players were in town to show off their skills. The bar you were currently sitting in was crawling with them. Some were trying to enjoy probably their first night off in weeks, others looking for a puck bunny (or two) to take back with them, and some fell in the middle.

You sighed as you looked down at your drink, swirling around the melting ice with your straw. The confidence you had felt earlier when you first put on this dress was starting to fade, and the insecurities started creeping in. You weren’t entirely sure what you thought was going to happen when you strolled into this bar. You could count on one hand all the one-stands you have had in your entire life (the answer was one and that one ended up becoming a long term boyfriend). Also, you had a thing about not hooking up with hockey players. You had been surrounded by them your whole life. There was something about hearing the locker room talk the day after a win that made you want to stay as far away from hooking up with one as humanly possible. Even if a hockey player was the last man on the planet, you would weigh the pros and cons of reproduction or killing off the human race.

“Hey,” You waved down the bartender, “Can I get my-”

“Jack and Coke, sweetheart,” A husky voice said, as a large, warm body saddled up next to you, “And whatever the lady is having,” He nodded his head towards you.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked up at the man next to you. You were met with the sight of perfect tan skin as if it had been kissed by the sun god himself, sandy blonde hair and the brightest smile you had ever seen. His green eyes peered down at you, a smirk on his lips.

“You looked like you were going to leave,” He said, his voice with a slight southern twang to it, “And I couldn’t let you leave without introducing myself.”

You raised a brow in suspicion.

“Jake,” He held his hand out to you. You looked at it skeptically, and then back up at him, his smile never wavering, “Oh c’mon sweetheart, I promise I don’t got any diseases. It’s just a hand shake, not a marriage proposal.”

“Sonny,” You said before you even had a chance to stop yourself. It was the nickname your father had given you, and the name he almost always introduced you as.

“Sonny, huh? Short for Sunshine?”

I wish, you thought, “Yeah, I guess.”

The bartender set down two drinks in front of you, the jack and coke for Jake, and another vodka soda for you. Jake lifted his drink, cheersing against yours before taking a sip. He leaned his back against his bar, canvasing the tightly packed area. Your eyes wandered over his body. He was clad in a burnt orange suit, with a lighter orange shirt underneath, a vast difference from the black and navy blue fitted suits filling the bar. It fit him in all the right places, the top buttons undone showing his collarbone and a gold chain around his neck. You watched as his throat bobbed as he took a sip of his drink, and thoughts of you running your tongue down the vein in his neck filled your mind, a warmth spreading in your lower belly.

“I can feel you staring,” Jake said, turning his head to meet your gaze.

Normally, you’d turn away and blush like a schoolgirl. You weren’t inexperienced with guys by any means, but you didn’t have the confidence. The fear of rejection was buried deep into you, that most of them you stayed away from guys like this. But blame it on the alcohol, you gave him a smirk, lifting the straw to your red painted lips.

“A girl can’t admire what she likes?” You shrug, batting your eyelashes.

A flash of darkness moved through his eyes, before the playful grin arose on his cheeks, “Yeah?” He leaned in closer to you. The scent of his cologne fills your nose, goosebumps arising on your skin from the warmth filtering off his body. Who knew that you could get turned on by a man smelling good? “What else does the girl like?”

You bit your lip, leaning into him, so your chest was almost touching his. You didn’t miss the quick shift of his eyes downward at your chest and then back to your eyes.

“Tequila.”

The smirk never left his lips as he turned back towards the bar, ordering two shots of tequila with limes. You took another sip of your drink, setting it down on the bar as the bartender delivered the shots. Jake gently took your hand in his, his green eyes locked on yours as he licked a stripe on your skin, before sprinkling a line of salt. The move shouldn’t have turned you on that much, but alas here you were, wondering what it would be like to feel his tongue on other places of your body.

As if he could tell what you were thinking, Jake shot you a wink before handing you one of the shot glasses. He held his glass up slightly, as he gave a small toast.

“To bad decisions. Can’t come in her, come on her.” Jake’s eyes never left your as you both licked the lines of salt on the back of your hands. You watched as he clenched his jaw from the burn of the clear liquid down his throat. You set the shot glass down on the bar, now feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through your veins.

“More?” You asked, a look in your eye that told Jake you weren’t ready for the night to end yet.

“Fuck it.”

The two of you put down a couple of more shots, before Jake was dragging you back to a booth he and his friends had claimed on the other side of the bar. You weren’t sure what it was about Jake, but you felt like you knew him. Maybe it was his easy going smile or how easily a conversation flowed between the two of you. Jake had sat you down next to him in one of the booths, but at some point in time, you had slid into his lap, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh, like it belonged there. Your drinks had long been discarded and the ice melted.

“So, what are you in town for?” Jake asked, his lips right next to your ear as he tried to speak over the loud sound of the bass.

“Work stuff,” You shrugged. You would rather not get into the details of what was going to be your most stressful weekend of the whole entire season, “What about you? You live here or…?”

“Nah,” Jake chuckled, “Born and raised, but don’t live here. Also visiting for work.”

Right on cue, one of Jake’s friends set down another tray of shots, everyone around the booth grabbing one. Jake kept his arm around you as he reached to grab one. He raised it up, toasting with the rest of his friends, before turning to look at you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him take the shot, holding the alcohol in his mouth. You didn’t need to be told as his hand gripped your face, and brought your jaw towards him, opening your own mouth. You knew it was obscene as Jake spit the alcohol, which was again tequila into your mouth, but you didn’t care. You had barely swallowed the liquid, when you crashed your lips to his.

Jake’s grip on your hips tightened, and you felt the swelling of his cock against your ass. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to him. His tongue entered your mouth, tasting of the lime and tequila he had taken earlier. His warmth enveloped you, as you rubbed your thighs together trying to get some friction to relieve the aching heat between your legs. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling gently on the blonde locks, making a groan fall from his lips. Jake’s lips trailed from yours, leaving a path of sloppy, wet kisses on your skin, sucking with just enough pressure to make a moan tumble from your lips.

“What do you say, sweetheart,” Jake whispered against your skin, the feeling making you shiver in his arms, “Want to get out of here?”

You turned to face him. His green eyes were blown wide with lust, his hair tousled from you running your hands through it, his lips slightly swollen and pouty as he looked at you.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you placed another heated kiss on his lips before pulling away.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

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Sarah Meets the Parents - Quinn Hughes x ofc

Photo from Pinterest. Did I crop the brothers out of this photo because I couldn't find any of Quinn with just his parents? Yes, yes I did.

Title: Sarah Meets the Parents

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (OFC)

Warnings: None? If I should add any, please let me know.

Summary: As Requested, Sarah meets Ellen and Jim.

Word Count: 5,300

Comments: This fic has been in the back of my mind for so long. I originally didn’t intend for it to be it’s own Snapshot, but it was heavily requested, so here it is. I hope you enjoy!

fallinallincurls asked: i LOVED your latest quinn & sarah fic and was curious if we’ll get to see sarah meet jack & luke/his parents?? I already know i’d absolutely love that fic so much omg

dasiysthings asked: I seriously hope you’re planning a chapter/s on Sarah meeting Ellen, Jim, Luke and Jack! Because the new one meeting Brady is simply the cutest 🥰

Sarah Meets the Parents

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

There weren't many things Ellen could say she knew for certain, but she did know her eldest son had never been in love.

In high school, he thought he'd been in love as much as a teenager can without the maturity or full understanding of the concept. When he got to college, he dated, but every girl they met seemed to be in his life for convenience more than because of any kind of real chemistry. Then there was the mess with June. He'd been so in lust with her that he overlooked and defended all her actions to his own detriment.

Quinn had been what he thought was head over heels about her. Each time Ellen tried to bring up any concerns, he bulldozed over her worry, explaining away every bad thing June said or did. The only thing he seemed to hear when Ellen brought it up was the, “I like her,” part of the conversation, while brushing aside the follow up, “but I'm worried.”

When they met her, Quinn had been nervous, almost as if he was bracing for the worst. It was a strange thing to hear him talk about how much he liked her, while at the same time acting a bit scared of how she would react to things.

It was terrible to watch him get into that relationship, calling it love when it clearly wasn’t - at least not on June's part - and then after it finally fell apart, having to dig his way out again.

Over the past few months, she'd noticed a change in Quinn.

He called to ask her about supporting someone in grief, but didn’t tell her anything other than he was going out with someone who had lost a parent.

Since then, he’d talk about this girl - this woman - named Sarah every time they were on the phone. She naturally dropped into their conversations about what he’d been doing. After a month, she’d asked him, “Are you dating her?”

“Yeah,” he’d admitted as his cheeks went ruddy over the facetime video, “I really like her.”

Quinn often blushed - that pale skin of his didn’t hide much - but she’d never seen him blush over a girl quite like this. He seemed almost bashful.

He told her how Sarah was in grad school, and how they got along so well. He didn’t always give details, but she could see that he was happy and more settled than she'd seen him in a long time.

When Luke had called to ask her if she knew he had a girlfriend, the only thing that shocked her was that he was using that term before telling her about it. Even more so that he hadn’t told his brothers about her at all.

When she found out the title “girlfriend” had come from Brady and not from Quinn himself, and they talked about his reasoning for holding back from his brothers, it made much more sense.

Coming to Vancouver this time, she wasn’t sure if this certainty would continue to hold true or not.

On the surface, she and Jimmy were coming in to visit Quinn and hopefully see the Canucks clinch into their first playoff berth since 2020. Their first real playoff berth since the mid 2000s. Even with all that excitement, they also wanted to meet this woman Brady liked well enough to jump straight into calling Quinn's girlfriend.

Knowing things in his life had changed didn't prepare her for the shift she saw in Quinn when he picked them up from the airport.

He hopped out of the car and hugged her tightly. “I'm so glad you're here,” he said before hugging Jim and helping him load the bags.

This was the same song and dance he did every time they came to visit, but this time, Quinn had a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his step she'd never seen before. He was even humming on the drive to his condo, despite the city traffic.

They were already in different territory than they’d been with June. Quinn was a little nervous now. She could see it in the tap of his fingers on the steering wheel and the way his left knee bounced, but it wasn't that same kind of bracing nervousness it had been with June. This seemed more like the jittery nerves he used to get before a big game when he was younger. He seemed hopeful.

They talked about their flight and things back home in Michigan.

“Are we still meeting Sarah?” Jim asked. He had a way of cutting straight to the heart of a conversation. It was a skill Ellen had appreciated all their life together.

“Yeah, she's at my place,” Quinn said with this goofy little smile she didn’t see on him very often. “She was making dessert when I left.”

More than just to appease her maternal anxiety, Ellen was so interested to meet this woman who had turned her intense, hockey obsessed little boy into such a love boat.

“I think you're really going to like her,” he was saying.

If she made Quinn this happy, Ellen had no doubt she would.

Glancing at Jimmy in the back seat, she found him watching Quinn with a quiet intensity. When he noticed her gaze, he turned a reassuring smile on her.

When the door to Quinn’s apartment opened, Sarah took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. This was an exciting and joyous occasion. It was also nerve wracking, sad and a little bit painful, and it was okay to hold all those things at once. She imagined welcoming each emotion into her heart and mind like Jenny, her therapist, had taught her. It was better to feel them than to stuff them down.

Treat them as visitors, she reminded herself, no emotion lasts forever.

“I’ll go get her,” she heard Quinn say.

The excitement shining in his face when Quinn came into the kitchen made her smile.

He gathered her into a quick, tight hug, “you ready?”

She tucked her face into his neck for a moment, holding him a little longer to fortify herself.

“Okay, I'm ready,” she took a step back, “I don't have anything in my teeth, do I?”

“No, you're good.”

Taking her hand, he led her into the living room where his parents were waiting, standing in front of the couch.

“Sarah,” Quinn said, finding himself less nervous than he expected, “these are my parents, Ellen and Jim. Mom, dad, this is Sarah.”

The first thing she thought was how Quinn had pieces of both his parents: Jim’s wide smile and thick chest, and Ellen's bone structure.

Ellen was lithe and strong - shaped like a woman who was an athlete all her life, even as an empty nester. Jim looked like a jovial dad - like most of her friends' fathers, like her own too - who played sports when they were younger, but were a bit more relaxed in their later years.

To Ellen, Sarah looked like the kind of girl she always hoped her boys would end up with. She had a kind smile and hopeful, smart eyes.

Quinn was obviously in love with her. He was practically glowing with it. He looked at her like she was the best, brightest thing in the room - like he’d never get bored of seeing her face. She’d never seen him look so lovestruck before. She didn’t know he even could.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Sarah said, extending her hand, “Quinn talks about you all the time.”

Jim took her hand in both of his and gave her a friendly smile. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Ellen bypassed her hand, and went in for a quick hug.

Quinn watched as the surprise on Sarah’s face melted into a smile as they embraced.

Feeling the nervous energy radiating off of Sarah, Ellen tried to put her more at ease. “You're so much prettier than Quinn let on,” she said as she stepped back. They’d seen pictures of her - well one picture of her. The selfie Quinn had shared with his brothers. The photo didn’t capture how blue her eyes actually were or show any of her curvy figure.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, a flush glowing on her cheeks.

The conversation lulled and Quinn jumped in. “Well, dinner’s ready if you’re hungry,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder, “or we can relax for a while before we eat.”

“I’m famished,” Jim said, holding a hand to his stomach.

“Then let's eat.”

As they settled around the table, Ellen took note of the way Sarah helped Quinn bring out dishes before finally settling into the seat on his left.

“So, Sarah,” Jim said once they'd all dished up, “Quinn tells us you golf.”

She swallowed quickly, nodding. “Yeah, my dad taught all of us when we were young. We went every Sunday as a family until I left for college.”

“I bet you’re pretty good then.”

“I’m decent,” she said with a shrug.

Quinn rolled his eyes. “She shot the lights out and beat us all last weekend. Petey included.”

She gave a smile to her dinner plate, but didn’t deny it or try to placate Quinn’s feelings. Ellen instantly liked that about her.

“What does your dad do?”

“Ma,” Quinn cut in, an exasperated look on his face.

Sarah lay a hand over his, “it’s fine.” Looking back to Ellen, she said, “my dad was an aerospace engineer, but he passed away four years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, shaking her head, “I forgot Quinn told us.”

“Thank you, but it’s really fine. I don’t expect everyone to remember - it’s just part of life.”

While Sarah took the faux pa with grace, Quinn was a little embarrassed his mom didn’t remember.

“And you’re getting your PhD?” Jim asked.

“I’m not quite to that level,” she said with a self-deprecating laugh. “Just my masters. You really only need a doctorate if you want to teach and that's not really something I'm interested in.”

“In Marine Biology?”

“Zoology,” she corrected, “they’re similar fields, but we focus solely on the animal kingdom rather than ocean life as a whole.”

“I bet that’s fascinating,” Ellen said.

“I think it is, but I’ve always loved the ocean.”

“So what will you do with that degree?”

“Mostly work in aquariums, but there’s some work in conservation, which I feel really passionately about, so I’d prefer that.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “Ellen, Quinn told me you're working with the national women's hockey team, that must be really cool.”

Ellen had come into this dinner thinking she would have to drive the conversion like she had with most of the girls her boys dated. It was a refreshing change of pace to find Sarah willing to do part of the work.

“Yeah. It's nice to step into that coaching role formally for the first time. It's really amazing to see how far the sport has come for women.”

“Oh, I bet,” Sarah said. “I started following the new women's league after I met Quinn and it's cool to see them play on such a big stage.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I hardly knew anything about hockey when we met. So I started reading articles, and I subscribed to The Athletic, and I know a little more now. It's a whole world I'm still trying to figure out.”

The dedication that showed was impressive.

“You'd never watched hockey before?” Jim asked.

“I mean, I'm sure my dad had it on during the Olympics, but I never paid that much attention to it.”

“Remind me where you're from?”

“Nevada.”

“I bet there weren't many opportunities for you to see hockey when you were a kid.”

“No,” she laughed.

When dinner wound down, Sarah got up to clear the table.

“You don’t need to do that,” Ellen said. “You helped with the meal.”

“You all haven’t seen each other in so long. I’ll take care of the dishes while you catch up,” she said, reaching under Jims protesting arm to lift his plate.

Ellen smiled gratefully at her and tried to think if any of her boys had dated such thoughtful women before.

Glad for a moment alone to gather her thoughts and emotions, Sarah loaded the dishwasher before finishing the tart.

Surprisingly, the sadness she'd expected to feel never came. At least, not as strongly as she'd braced for. It seemed the build up and worry were worse. Instead, nerves sparked and fizzed in her stomach.

Before he'd left for the airport, Quinn had reassured her she didn’t have anything to worry about. While Ellen seemed especially friendly, she had a harder time reading Jim, who seemed to hold his cards closer to his chest.

At the very least, it was going better than when she met her college boyfriend's parents, who outright told her she was too good for their son while he sat across the dinner table. To this day, it was the most backhanded compliment she’d ever been given. It told her so much about his home life and explained the snide remarks he would make when she made a mistake or did something differently than he expected. She’d ended the relationship shortly thereafter.

As she arranged the raspberries, she hoped Ellen and Jim actually liked her, and weren’t just putting on a show to her face.

“I like her, Quinny,” his mom said when he asked what they thought.

He beamed.

“I can tell she’s very driven.”

“Yeah,” Quinn agreed. “I like that about her.”

“I just worry -”

His smile slipped a bit.

“You work in such different fields, and lead such different lives.”

“So?”

“Well, I mean, what happens if you get traded somewhere where you’re not near the ocean?”

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. I’ve been so focused on making the playoffs,” he admitted. Plus, he had three more years in Vancouver and would gladly stay longer if it was still a good fit.

“Like I said, I like her. She seems really sweet and I can tell you like each other a lot, but I want you to pay attention to some of the things that might not be all sunshine and rainbows down the road. Relationships are about compromise, and I'm worried some of the compromises you may have to make might cause more of an impact than you’re used to.”

“Yeah, those are some good points," Quinn agreed. "I’ll talk with her about it.” He knew this honeymoon phase would end eventually. They were four weeks from the playoffs and three weeks from her finals. The next month would be a test, that was for sure.

A relieved smile slid onto Ellen's face. He was being far more mature about this than he had when she expressed hesitations about June. Some of the worry uncoiled in her chest.

“What do you think, dad?”

“She’s very pretty.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“She’s pretty? That’s all you have to say?”

“I don’t know, Q. I just met her. She’s pretty. She seems very smart.”

Quinn dropped it. His dad would tell him what he thought eventually, but trying to pry an opinion out of him before he was ready was fruitless.

All the same, Jim lit up when Sarah came in with the chocolate tart.

“That looks delicious,” he said. “What's in it?”

“It's a chocolate cream mousse over a layer of caramel in a dark chocolate and almond crust. The raspberries on top help to cut some of the richness.”

“That sounds delicious.”

Ellen took a bite, and felt her eyes flutter closed, “Sarah, this is divine.”

“Thank you. It was my dads favorite.”

Quinn put a comforting hand on her knee.

“It’s going to be dangerous to have this in the house,” Jim said, joking.

“Oh, I can take it to school tomorrow if you don’t want it around,” she offered.

“I’m not sure I’m willing to give it up.”

She laughed, and Quinn shot her a quick, reassuring grin.

“Are you free tomorrow before the game?” Ellen asked when Sarah announced she should probably head home.

“Well, I have class in the morning, and then I’m at the aquarium until three, but I’m free afterward.”

“I was thinking about getting a manicure and wondered if you wanted to go together.”

“Oh, I can’t do manicures because my hands are always in the tanks.”

Ellen felt her hesitations go up. When she had asked June this same thing, June had shot her down, telling her she’d just had her nails done. She didn't seem to catch the subtext of wanting to spend some time together without the boys around.

“But I would love to get a pedicure if that might work?”

“That sounds great. We can do that and then meet Jim for dinner and all go to the game together.”

“That sounds really nice.” she said before yawning, “I’m sorry, I was up at 5 this morning to study for an exam. I’ve got to get home.”

“I’ll drive you,” Quinn offered, slipping a protective arm around her.

He told his parents, who were sharing a silent conversation with their eyes, he'd be back and led Sarah down to the parking garage.

As soon as they were in his car, he asked, “so, what do you think?”

“They’re really nice,” she said. “I can’t tell if your dad likes me or not, though.”

“That's just Jim,” he assured, reaching over to lace their fingers together. “He doesn't like most people when he meets them, but he'll come around.”

They were quiet for a while as Quinn brushed his thumb over her palm. Finally, he asked, "you okay?"

The very fact that he was checking in made her swoon a little.

"Yeah. It actually wasn't that bad. I mean, I miss them, but it wasn't as painful as I expected."

He squeezed her hand, "I'm glad."

"Thank you for checking."

Briefly taking his eyes off the road, he cast a startled look in her direction. "Why wouldn't I check in?"

"I don't know, just," she matched their fingertips together, gently pushing to move his, "it's just really nice to be seen."

He understood that. Sarah saw pieces of him most of the world didn't. With her, he wasn't Quinn Hughes, hockey prodigy. He was just Quinn, and she liked all the quieter parts of him, too.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he pulled up to her building.

Leaning over the console, she kissed him goodbye, lingering a little longer than usual.

"See you tomorrow," she echoed once she pulled away.

He watched her walk into the building before driving home.

The following afternoon, Sarah had to race across town as soon as she was off work to make the appointment Ellen had set up at a ritzy spa downtown.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, blustering into the waiting area, “the train was late, and I was…I got here as fast as I could.”

“It’s fine,” Ellen said, giving her a quick squeeze before walking to the desk to let the attendant know everyone in their party had arrived.

They got changed into their robes and were seated in some fancy chairs above marble foot basins. Sarah had never done anything this lavish. She went to get pedis with her mom and sister, but that was always down at the salon in the mall.

“Have you come here before?”

“Only once, but it was so lovely, I’ve thought about coming back every time we visit.”

“It’s very nice.”

Ellen hadn’t failed to notice the way Sarah's eyes popped when they walked into the serene pedicure room. A part of her was relieved she wasn't used to such luxury.

“It’s a little more opulent than what I’m used to back home,” Ellen admitted with a little laugh, “but it’s nice for a special occasion.”

Sarah felt herself relax.

Since the night before, Ellen felt a bit like she'd stepped into some kind of time warp. She'd glanced away from her oldest son, and when she looked back, everything in his life had changed. Even the phone calls and facetimeing hadn’t prepared her for the way Sarah was in Quinn’s life in what already seemed like such a permanent way.

Instead of watching their relationship bloom like she had with Luke and Kylee, who had followed a natural progression that was easy to track as they went from friends, to dating, and now long distance with Kylee already making plans to move to New Jersey when she graduated from Michigan, she was coming into something nearly fully formed.

She was glad for this time alone to get to know Sarah a little more.

“So, tell me about your research.”

Sarah explained about Walter and how the hormone testing was going. She was writing a publication on it for her grant writing class that semester, and hoped to have it published in a scientific journal.

“That sounds really interesting.”

“It is. It’s wild to see how he reacts to those small changes. It’s really rewarding to gather results with such traceable data.”

“I bet. What do you do for fun?”

“I honestly don’t have a lot of free time. Between school and work and spending time with Quinn, there’s not much leftover, but I really like reading, and I like to golf and hike when I can.”

“You don’t do any ocean sports?”

“I surfed casually when I was in Hawaii, but the water’s so cold here, I haven’t picked it up again.”

“You lived in Hawaii?”

“For about two years. I was working with a conservation non-profit. That’s where my love for the ocean really bloomed.”

“We’re going this summer. You’ll have to give us some recommendations.”

They talked for a long time about their vacation. Sarah promised to write up a list of suggestions. Ellen wondered if she might be joining them. Kylee was staying home, but that was because of a prior engagement on her part.

“And Quinn’s been treating you well?” she asked, bracing for the response. Not that she expected Sarah to be totally truthful to her face.

“Oh, yes,” she said, not missing a beat. “He's the best guy I've ever dated.”

“Really?” The realistic side of her never expected to hear that. Ellen knew her sons. She knew how they could be selfish and too competitive and too focused on hockey.

“Yeah. I mean, he gets in his head sometimes, but I do too. I was just thinking last night about how he's just the most caring person. I've never met someone so driven that's so kind and dedicated to the people in his life.”

The sincere look in Sarah's face told her just how truthful that statement was. It was the fulfillment of so many of her motherhood goals all at once, Ellen nearly teared up. “I'm really glad to hear that.”

Sarah smiled, and fiddled with the robe tie around her waist.

“Have you talked to the boys yet?” Ellen asked, even though she knew the answer.

“The boys?”

“My other boys, Jack and Luke?”

“Oh, yeah, we talked over facetime last week,” Sarah said.

“Was it okay?” Ellen asked, picking up on the hesitation in her tone.

“I think so? Jack seemed kind of closed off, which, from the way Quinn talks about him, I didn’t really expect.”

“I think that’s probably Quinn’s fault. He didn’t tell them about you until you met Brady, and usually he would have, so I think Jack’s feeling a little put out.”

“I didn't…why didn't he tell them?” she asked, wondering if perhaps he was embarrassed and wanted to make sure Brady approved before he was willing to share her with his family.

“I think you should probably ask Quinn that, but it had a lot to do with June. I don't think he totally trusted himself after they broke up. Jack will come around once he sees how happy you and Quinn are together,” she assured.

Sarah felt herself blush. Hearing Ellen, even indirectly, acknowledge how happy they were, felt like a mountain climbed, like a battle conquered.

At the end of the appointment, Ellen laughed when Sarah pulled her own sandals out of her robe pockets to wear while the polish dried in lieu of the spa supplied slides she was wearing.

“I have this weird thing about wearing shoes that aren’t mine,” she said, slipping on the Birkenstocks. “I know they’re sanitary, but it’s just,” she shuddered, “gross to me.”

After they changed, Ellen beat Sarah out to the reception desk. Sarah pulled her wallet out but Ellen shushed her gently, “it's my treat.”

“Thank you. That's so nice.”

Jim picked them up and drove to a restaurant near the arena Sarah recommended.

As they settled into the booth, Sarah on one side, and Jim and Ellen on the other, she told them, “I like this place because they have a testing menu, so there’s always something new and interesting. I’ve never had anything bad here.”

They talked throughout. Sarah asked Jim about his consulting job, and he explained what he did and how his coaching career helped him get there. Ellen explained more of what she was doing with the women's hockey program.

Even though it was a bit strange and a big step to have dinner with Quinn’s parents without him less than twenty four hours after they met, Sarah was glad to have some time to talk and get to know them a little more. Jim, especially, seemed more friendly.

At the end of the meal, Sarah tapped her card to the payment device before either of them could jump in.

“You didn’t need to do that,” Ellen protested after the waiter walked away.

“You’re guests, you shouldn’t have to pay,” Sarah said.

Also, she wasn’t sixteen. She didn’t need her boyfriend's parents to pay for everything.

When they got to their seats, Jim made sure Sarah was sitting between them. He usually would have put Ellen in the middle, but if she was, he wouldn’t get to talk with Sarah at all.

He wasn’t blind. He saw the way Quinn looked at her, and knew if he had anything to say about it, Sarah would be in their lives for a long time. He needed to bite the bullet and get to know her now.

They made some small talk, but once the game started, Sarah watched with a quiet intensity.

“You look a little confused,” he said, noticing Sarah's furrowed brow half way through the first period.

“I’m…” she paused, “I am.”

“What are you confused about?”

“I can look it up when we go to a commercial break,” she said, not wanting to be an inconvenience.

“I can answer you questions,” he offered.

“Okay,” she said, “but let me know if I'm talking too much.”

“How are you going to learn if you don't ask?” Ellen asked.

“I just…I don’t want to overwhelm you, or take you out of the game.”

Jim smiled, “we’ll let you know if you ask too many questions,” he assured. Most girlfriends he met would just watch, occasionally making comments. It was refreshing that Sarah wanted to understand Quinn's work so much.

When she smiled at him, he saw a flash of what had drawn Quinn to her. She was very pretty, but those bright, intelligent eyes made him want to talk to her. It was as if he knew she would be smart and interesting before she even said a word.

“Okay, so as I understand it, Dallas is running a 2-1-2 forecheck, right?”

Jim blinked and looked at Ellen, who was mirroring his startled expression.

“Right,” he said, confused as to where this was headed. Usually, when he had to explain the rules to someone new to hockey, their first question wasn’t about play strategy.

“So what I don’t understand is why the Canucks aren’t responding in kind. Wouldn’t it make sense to forecheck man to man?”

“Well, firstly, when you’re chasing the other team down, it's referred to as backchecking.”

“Okay, that makes sense."

He continued, “and it doesn’t always make sense to defend man to man. A lot of it depends on the way the coach wants the team to play."

“Okay, so can you explain the Canucks backchecking strategy to me?”

“You know,” Jim said instead of getting into the very complicated reasoning behind play selection, “when you said you had questions, I expected them to be about icing or something.”

“Oh, I asked Quinn and read the rules,” she said, flipping a hand, “I understand most of them now. I just don’t get the coach's motivation sometimes.”

He laughed, “Welcome to being a hockey fan.”

Some of her worry eased at his laughter. Of course Quinn was right. He knew his own family best.

They continued talking through the game. Jim was impressed with the ferocity at which Sarah wanted to understand. She knew more than most of the girls his kids had dated in the past, but it was fairly obvious she got most of her knowledge from reading. Sometimes, when play went into a gray area, she would make a noise in her throat as if that would scold the refs into calling by the book. Even when Quinn ended up in the penalty box for a cross check most of the stadium was up in arms about, she watched the replay, shrugged and said, “I think that call was probably justified.”

Even though the Canucks lost in overtime, it still gave them one of the three points they needed to get to the finals. The whole stadium was buzzing with possibility and hope.

They all left together and Ellen drove her home. When she kissed Quinn goodbye in the back seat, Sarah tried not to feel like an awkward teen getting chaperoned, as if they couldn't be trusted on their own.

Getting back to the condo, Jim was glad for some time alone with Quinn. These moments after big games were something he cherished now that they happened so infrequently.

“You guys really rallied back in the third to get that extra point. I'm proud of you."

“Thanks dad.”

They talked about and dissected the game over another slice of Sarah’s chocolate tart before Quinn asked, “how was dinner?”

“Good,” Ellen said, “though I wish she would have let us pay. She just kind of swooped in and took the bill.”

“She does that sometimes,” Quinn said.

Truthfully, he always hated when she did. He knew she didn’t have a ton of money, and he had more than he knew what to do with.

When he brought it up, she’d shushed him with a comment about being able to pull her own weight.

“She does it with you too?”

“Yeah, she talks about wanting to balance out.”

It was refreshing to find Sarah so independent. Jim didn’t worry about how she would fill her time when Quinn was on the road, or that she was only interested in him because of deep pockets or a ticket to fame.

“I don’t really know how you got her,” Jim said, “but I’m glad you did. She’s a really great girl.”

Quinn beamed, knowing it was the truth.

“I do think your mom’s right, though. You two need to have some conversations about the future. Set some expectations.”

“Yeah, I’ll talk with her about it.”

"You should invite her to the Reunion," his mom said, almost off handedly.

If they wanted her at the family reunion that summer, they saw the same potential he did.

"Okay, I will."

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voidvannie · 3 months

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𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 — 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒖

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬🤍🕊️

─── ･｡ﾟ☆ 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘚 !

NAME. Isabella Marie Hughes

AGE. 21

BIRTHDAY. May 24, 2002

BIRTHPLACE. Manchester, New Hampshire

FACE CLAIM. Siena Mirabella

LOVE INTEREST. Jamie Drysdale

─── ･｡ﾟ☆ 𝘍𝘜𝘕 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘚!

she was born may twenty-fourth, two-thousand two, which makes her three years younger than quinn, one year younger than jack and a year older than luke.

after having quinn and jack, ellen wanted to try for a little girl (which she got) with the compromise from jim of them having one more boy (both of which they got)

ellen and jim originally wanted to name her anika, but one quinn looked at her for the first time, he said that she was pretty like belle the princess so they changed her name to isabelle.

besides her brothers, she's close friends with trevor and cole (she's closer to trevor)

she went to the university of michigan before moving to los angeles, california where she took up social media and youtube.

she posted her first youtube video may thirtieth, two-thousand 2018, giving a tour of her apartment.

she dated grayson dolan in march of two-thousand eighteen before breaking up in february two-thousand nineteen.

trevor catches jamie watching some of her vlogs and decides to invite the hughes girl to one of their games just to get a rise out of jamie, who is oblivious at first to her being the sister of jack, luke, and quinn.

jamie takes her out to dinner, which turns into almost every weekend when neither is busy.

she instantly tells her parents about her and jamie.

she tells quinn, luke and jack about her relationship two months later in a youtube video titled, “telling my brothers about my boyfriend during a game of who knows me better, sibling addition.

jamie’s parents love isabelle, ellen and jim love jamie.

ellen and Isabella have a day planned where the have a girls day to just catch up and gossip since isabelle lives in california and her parents live in michigan.

jim also plans a day with his daughter to take her out to lunch and just to catch up with his only daughter.

each hughes member had their own day to spend with isabelle but they space it out.

ellen get monday, quinn had tuesday, jim gets a wednesday, jack has thursday and luke gets a friday.

since isabelle and jamie started dating, the two would take turns on whose house they stay at when they get to that point in their relationship.

sometimes they stay at her apartment in los angeles or they stay thirty minutes away at his place he shares with trevor in anaheim.

will add more as series continues.

:💭 ( feel free to send any request of anything that you guys want to see in this series, and the series yet to come. I absolutely would love to make some of your ideas come to life! )

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Lost in the Memory | Ryan O'Reilly | Volume IV

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A/N: Soooooooo many good things! And bad things! And emotional things! Next volume, the playoffs start 😐

“Ryan and I have something to tell you.”

Early the next morning, Whitney felt cold as she woke up in her bed. After being spoiled by having Ryan’s arms around her all night, it wasn’t a welcome feeling to wake up without his body close to hers. She rubbed her eyes and they opened slowly, the light from the window causing a longer adjustment period. When she could finally see at least semi-clearly, she looked around for Ryan. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long. She found him sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to her.

She got up slowly and quietly, wiggling her way out from underneath the covers before crawling over to him. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t even turn around, didn’t even feel the bed move under her weight. When she touched him – her hand tracing a line up his back along his spine – his head finally moved to the side. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. “G’morning, Snook,” she said, her voice still sleepy.

“Morning, sweetness.”

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, lying partially. “I always do with you.”

Whitney watched as he brought his hand up to caress her arms, his fingertips trailing over the skin on her forearm as he brought it close to him and gave it a quick kiss. In return, she kissed his bare shoulder. He was quiet. And if Whitney knew anything about Ryan, she knew that when he was quiet, he was thinking. Stuck in his own head. There were two people able to get him out of his own head: his dad, and her. She knew she’d have to do that now. “What are you thinking about, Snook?” she asked.

“Last night.”

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy?”

“Yes,” he responded immediately, leaving no room for any doubt. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, sweetness. I’ve just…I’ve been up thinking about all the memories. I dreamt of them all night. Of you and me.”

“What stood out?” she asked.

“So many. Too many,” he said, leaning back slightly into her body and looking at her over his shoulder. “I never—I never led you on, did I?”

“No,” Whitney shook her head. “It just took a while to get to this moment.”

“Did you ever not feel loved by me?” he asked again.

“Never. I always knew you loved me. And I don’t just mean when we first got together, when we first kissed when I was sixteen,” she clarified. “I mean, I always knew you loved me. Always. Every time you picked me to be on your team, or gave me extra Nutella on my toast, or let me eat from your bowl when Gareth would steal my popcorn. I knew that was love too.”

Ryan stayed silent, thinking over her words. That helped with many of his insecurities, but not with the biggest one. “You need—you need to do something for me.”

“Anything, Snook.”

“If we’re going to do this, you—you have to tell me if I ever hurt you.”

Whitney’s heart hurt, hearing those words come out of him after everything that was said last night. “That’s imposs—”

“Whitney,” his voice was stern, serious. He looked deep into her eyes. “I mean it. If I ever hurt you, or—or if I ever don’t take care of you, you have to be honest with me. I made those promises to you, and you have to tell me when I break them.”

Whitney knew that deep down, all men were insecure about a multitude of things, but in the deepest part of them, there was always one thing they were the most insecure about. This was it for Ryan. He wanted to be perfect for her. He wanted to hold himself to a standard he set, that only he could attain, that would be impossible for everybody else. This was his deep insecurity because he thought he failed on it in the past. Ryan had never failed in anything, but he thought he failed in following through on his promise to Gareth, protecting her, taking care of her. He was never going to let that happen again.

She nodded. She knew it would give him piece of mind. “I promise,” she said. She moved her hand to cradle his face. “Snook, I hope you know how happy you make me.”

“I do,” he nodded. “And you make me so happy too. Happier than anyone. You deserve the world, Whit, and I’m gonna do my best to try to give it to you.”

She smiled, giving him a kiss on the lips. “You know how you can start?”

“How’s that?”

“Make love to me one more time before you leave for the week.”

Ryan smiled. He still had a while before having to get to the airport, so he knew they could get up to a lot. “That I can do,” he whispered, giving her a quick kiss.

He turned around fully to get back into bed, but instead of going at each other immediately in a flurry of lips and tongues and kisses, they took their time. Whitney lay back down and Ryan lay beside her, propping himself up on one arm before beginning to kiss her. It reminded Whitney so much of how all of this started, how he’d drive them out to Lake Huron for some privacy in case someone in town saw them and they’d put the back seats down and lay like this, ignoring the sunset that they were supposed to be watching. Ryan was just as sweet and gentle then as he was now. His core hadn’t changed. It was just one thing Whitney loved about him. Hockey and the NHL and all the success that came with it didn’t change him. He was the same kid from Varna that she grew up with, the same kid who’d give you the shirt off his back.

Come to think of it, they were in the same position in which so many of their rendezvouses happened. Ryan trying not to overpower or intimidate her with his size, Whitney trying to pull him on top of her body because she wanted him there. “Snook?”

“Hmm?”

“When are we gonna tell our families?” she asked in between kisses.

“When I get back,” he said. “I don’t want you to tell them without me here.”

“Okay.”

“We’ll drive up Friday afternoon. Maybe we’ll even spend the night in Goderich.”

Whitney nodded. “They’ll be happy for us,” she said in between kisses. She didn’t know if she was saying it to convince herself – she didn’t know why she was saying it at all, really. She knew their families would be happy. “We’ll have to Zoom Owen.”

“We will, we will,” he whispered, attaching his lips to hers again. He didn’t let up this time; Whitney was barely able to get a breath in until his tongue left her mouth. “Whit, can I taste you?”

She nodded her head quickly, a quick “Yes, yes” escaping her as Ryan kissing down her body before helping her out of her pajama bottoms.

He took a pillow and placed it under her hips. “Hey, look at me,” he whispered, looking up from between her legs. Ryan waited a few moments after they made eye contact to speak. “I love you,” he said, his tone strong and steadfast.

“I love you,” she replied, her tone equally as strong and steadfast as it could be when Ryan O’Reilly was between her thighs.

She watched as he kissed the skin of her inner thighs before placing his tongue on her pussy softly. He was going to enjoy this – she knew he was. The first time he ate her out, he was just as gentle and just as slow, mostly because she was so nervous. He held her hand through the whole thing and was down there for so long Whitney thought it was abnormal that it was taking her so long. Ryan had assured her that it was normal, and that there was no way he was coming back up without making her come.

She reached her hands down and grabbed on to his hair gently, little sighs and moans escaping her as she felt him suck on her clit expertly. He knew exactly what to do to make her feel pleasure, knew exactly what to do to make her feel like she was the luckiest girl in the world. She felt his tongue lap at her pussy, drinking her up like a thick milkshake. “You do that so good, Snook,” she sighed out, one of the only things she’d said this entire time.

Ryan looked up at her with his big blue eyes, his lips still on her pussy, his beard giving her the best beard burn possible. She thought she’d be used to it after all these years, after how many times he’d been between her thighs, but she wasn’t. It was still such a sight to behold. She could see him smile. She smiled back and giggled softly before tightening her grip on his hair.

Whitney adjusted the pillow under her hips slightly when she could feel her orgasm building. “Keep doing that, Snook,” she said. “Just like that.”

Ryan listened, because he knew what Whitney liked, but also because he knew what he was doing. He continued to lap at her, her orgasm building within her. Eventually, with an arch of her back, she cried out as her orgasm flooded over her. She squeezed Ryan’s head between her thighs inadvertently, but he didn’t move, his lips and tongue staying on her as she rode out her orgasm, getting every last drop from her. “God, Snook, every damn time,” she couldn’t help but giggle as she felt his lips leave her pussy. His lips and beard were glistening with her juices, and she bit her bottom lip at the sight. “Look at you, baby.”

Ryan pulled back and stood on his knees, and it was only then that Whitney was able to see how hard he’d become just by eating her out. He pulled his boxers down, freeing his hard cock from its confines before crawling over her. “You don’t want me to—”

“No no,” he interrupted her softly. “I need to be inside you.”

She spread her legs for him easily, and he hooked one of them over his torso before pushing into her slowly. He watched as she closed her eyes, taking all of him in. When he was fully inside her, he stopped and began moving some hair away from her face gently. “You’re so deep, Snook,” she breathed out, opening her eyes to look at him. “It feels so good.”

“When we get married, when you become my wife, I’m gonna spoil you so much,” he said, giving her a quick peck.

“You already spoil me. How could you spoil me more?”

“I’ll find ways,” he said as he began to move in and out of her slowly. “You want a bigger house?”

“No. I love this house.”

“Then I’ll get flowers delivered every week,” he said, causing her to giggle. “Or brownies. You love brownies.”

“I can make brownies every week,” she offered. “But that means extra time training with your dad.”

“Or more sex to burn off all those extra calories.”

Whitney laughed out loud, unable to believe they were actually having this conversation while he was inside her. “Tell me what else, Snook.”

“Our wedding will be perfect because you’re planning it,” he continued. “We’ll be surrounded by our family and friends. We’ll dance all night.”

“Sounds perfect. We can have it on the lake. God knows we need to see at least one sunset over Lake Huron one of these days,” she joked.

“I still won’t see it because I’ll be kissing you all night,” he said.

Whitney smiled. “Tell me more, Snook. I love this.”

He kissed her before continuing. “We’re gonna have as many kids as you want. In this house.”

The thought made Whitney’s breath hitch in her throat. That was all she ever wanted – a life and a family with Snook. Now she was getting it. “Yeah?”

“When you want, when you’re ready, you’re going to take out your IUD, and we’re gonna start a family, Whit. And when you get big and round I’m gonna go insane cause that’ll be my baby in you. Our baby. Ours.”

“You gonna fuck a baby into me, Snook?”

“Yes,” there was the slightest growl in his voice, the slightest hint of possessiveness in his voice. She knew it would get him going, that wording it the way she did would set him off. “I’ll give you as many kids as you want. I’ll give you everything. We’re gonna raise them here. They’ll go to Bluewater Beach like we did.”

Whitney almost felt like crying. They had such an idyllic, pastoral childhood, and she wanted to give that experience to her children, too. “We’ll put them all in hockey. We’ll clear space in the basement for all their smelly gear,” she said, making Ryan chuckle. “We’ll all play street hockey with the neighbours, and on weekends we’ll be in Goderich looking up at all the stars. In the winter we’ll put on our snowshoes or skates and go out on the frozen lake. We’ll read them bedtime stories and tuck them into bed together.”

Ryan nodded his head, as if in agreement, as if that’s exactly what he was thinking about and wanted too. Every single thing Whitney said, he could picture vividly in his mind. “That’s right. That’s right.”

“You and me, Snook,” she said to stop from crying.

“You and me, Whit.”

They continued to make love until Ryan felt close, increasing his pace slightly to get himself there. Whitney knew – she could feel it in him – and arched her back to get a better angle. “You close, Snook?”

“Yeah,” he struggled to get out.

“Come inside me, Snook. I want to feel you. I want you to make me feel good.”

Ryan came inside her as he always did, her walls tightening around his cock as she went through another orgasm. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, kissing her skin there until he felt his orgasm fade. Whitney wrapped her arms around his shoulders before he lowered his body, settling into her side and on the bed as he slipped out of her. “I love you, Whit.”

She was still catching her breath, but she replied easily. “I love you too, Snook.”

“I’m gonna give you everything you want. I’m gonna give you a home, kids. I’m going to spoil you. I’m going to take care of you,” he huffed out as he looked at her.

Whitney smiled, cradling his face in her hands. “I’m going to take care of you, too.”

***

Ryan had packed for the five-and-a-half day road trip to Sunrise, Tampa, and New York City. He had his suitcase by the door and had called a taxi to take him to the airport. Whitney had been preparing something for him to eat on the way, even though the team probably had snacks and food waiting for them on the plane.

“Whit! Taxi will be here in two minutes,” Ryan called out, slipping into a pair of sneakers at the front door.

Whitney emerged from the kitchen, carrying a chickpea tuna sandwich and some carrots in a bag. She watched as he finished putting his shoes on before handing him the sandwich and carrots. “Do you have everything you need?” she asked.

“Think so,” he said, putting the sandwich into his jacket pocket. “I’m gonna miss you,” he said, leaning in to kiss her quickly.

Except it was never just a quick kiss with Ryan and Whitney. One kiss turned into two turned into three turned into seven. It was only when Ryan felt the lightest of tears rolling down Whitney’s cheeks did he pull away. “Hey hey hey, what’s going on?” he asked quickly.

“I’m sorry—I don’t mean to,” she pulled away, too, wiping the tears away quickly with her fingers. “It’s just a long trip. I want you here with me is all.”

Ryan cupped her face in his big hands. “Don’t cry, sweetness. I won’t be able to go if you’re still crying. They’ll have to delay the MLSE jet.”

Whitney couldn’t help but chuckle at that, putting her hand over Ryan’s just as she saw the taxi pull up on the curb. “Go. Go baby,” she put her hands on his chest.

“Not until you—”

“I’ll be okay, Ryan. I just can’t wait for you to come home so we can tell everyone.”

“It’ll go by quick, I promise,” he said. “One more kiss, sweetness.”

She leaned into him and they kissed, except this time, Ryan really didn’t let go. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight against his body, his tongue forcing its way in her mouth. A little noise escaped her mid-kiss, and when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her backed her up against the wall at the entrance, a knee between her thighs, pinning her there. His big, strong legs were a favourite of hers. The things she imagined doing to herself on those thighs…the things she had done to herself on those thighs. It gave her goosebumps to remember. Their open-mouth kisses were getting hot and heavy, until—

Beeeeep beeeeep!

The taxi honked its horn inconsiderately from outside. They stopped kissing immediately, looking out the front door panels. “Go. You’re going to be late. I don’t want to be responsible for holding up the MLSE jet.”

“I’ll just blame it on traffic.”

“Go!”

He gave her one last look and (truly) one last kiss before grabbing his suitcase and opening the door. She stood in the door frame and watched him walk out to the car, putting his suitcase in the trunk after waiving the driver’s offer for help, getting into the backseat. He waved at her. She waved back. Then he was gone down the street, away for five and a half days.

***

It was a beautiful spring day in southwestern Ontario. The sun was out, there were only a few clouds in the sky, and although it was still a bit chilly out, it felt like people were finally awakening from their winter hibernation, ready to hit the ground running into spring and summer. Though Whitney felt like she had new life in her ever since Ryan got to Toronto, she couldn’t help but feel an extra skip in her step at the good weather.

It was the perfect opportunity for her to take a drive.

To Seaforth.

To St. James Catholic Cemetery.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

The grass at the cemetery was still dull, not fully brought to life yet, but that didn’t matter. With a bouquet of flowers in her hand, Whitney made her way to the site she knew best, the site she could walk to with her eyes closed. As she stood at the foot of Gareth’s grave, she read the inscription as she always did when she visited.

Gareth James Napier

March 1st, 1991 – June 5th, 2013

Beloved son and friend

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal;

Love leaves a memory no one can steal”

She kneeled, placing the flowers against the tombstone before she brought her hand to her mouth, kissed it, and touched his name engraved. “Hi Gareth,” she whispered. “It’s me again.” She paused momentarily, feeling the wind run through her hair. “I know you’ve been watching, but I want you to hear it from me. We’re finally together. Ryan and I. It’s official. We’ve loved each other for a really long time and we finally—something just clicked. I found out Ryan thought he couldn’t keep his promise to you. That’s what’s been keeping us apart for so long. That’s what was holding him back all these years. You know him. I mean, you were best friends. He always set high standards for himself but I think this was the highest. Can you…Gareth – can you help him realize that he doesn’t need to be scared? I always regret not telling you what was going on between us. I think you would have been happy after the initial shock. Maybe if we had, it wouldn’t have become a secret for ten years. I’ve always been happy with him. And now, Gareth…we’re getting married. I’m gonna become Mrs. O’Reilly. We’re going to start a family together. And that’s something I’ve wanted with him all along. I wanted you to be the first to know. Before mom and dad and everyone else. Because he was your best friend. You were my best friend too…”

Whitney paused. She tried to reign in her emotion, but there was no use. Tears began falling from her eyes, sobs coming up in her throat. That she had to speak to a headstone as opposed to her beloved brother was an injustice of the highest degree. Nobody deserved this. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. “I miss—I miss—I miss you so much. I want you here so bad. So bad, Gareth. I don’t want to do this without you. I always think to myself…why was it my brother that had to die? Why did it have to be Gareth? What did it have to be him? It could have been anyone else in the world. I know that won’t bring you back but it’s so unfair that you were taken from us so early. You still had so much to do. You still had so much joy to spread. I want—I picture you at our wedding, dancing and singing like you always did, being the life of the party. You were the brightest star in every room and I can’t deal with the fact that you’re not here for this. I’ll be thinking about you always. Our kids are going to know how amazing their Uncle Gareth was. I promise.”

She took some time to compose herself, wiping her tears away with her long sleeves. “Look over me, Gareth, like you always did. And look over Ryan too. I know you always do, but he’s going to need it. I love you Gareth. And I miss you more than words can say. I’ve had a hole in my heart ever since you left us. I love you. I love you.”

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

***

Whitney didn’t know how long she sat at Gareth’s grave for. She didn’t know how long she felt the wind blow gently through her hair. She didn’t know how far the sun and clouds moved across the sky. Everything was a blur, and time wasn’t real. She didn’t know what time it was when she got up, placed one more kiss on her hand and touched Gareth’s name, and walked back to her car. She barely even remembered getting into it, starting it, and pulling out of the parking spot to get back on to the main road. The only reason she knew where she was going was because it was like muscle memory to her. She’d done this route countless times before – the cemetery to her parents’ house, or the cemetery back into Toronto. She could have done it with her eyes closed.

She practically was.

As she drove down the country roads to get to the highway, she began thinking even more than before. Memories flooded her mind. She kept thinking about her brother. She kept thinking about how big his smile was and all the goofy faces he’d make to get her to laugh. She kept thinking of how he would “let” her play Mario Kart with him if she was “good” because she wanted to fit in with him, Ryan, Cal, and Tara. She kept thinking about the time he broke his ankle playing hockey and made her his personal slave. She kept thinking about when she went to high school and all her teachers would say, “Whitney Napier? Are you Gareth Napier’s little sister? Oh my God, your brother is such a gem!” She kept thinking about the first time she and Gareth travelled to Colorado together to watch Ryan play and Gareth was crying in the stands at seeing his best friend in the opening lineup of an NHL game.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!

Whitney swerved her car to the right on pure instinct, narrowly escaping a clip collision with an oncoming pickup truck by mere milliseconds. She screamed at the loud noise, pushing her break and skidding along the road until she came to a full stop that was so forceful her chest nearly hit the steering wheel. The dust from the sand and rocks at the side of the road came up in the air around the front of the car. Her chest was heaving up and down as she finally realized what had almost just happened.

She closed her eyes.

She couldn’t believe what she’d just done. She had become so lost in her own thoughts and memories of the past that she hadn’t been paying attention to the present. In a vehicle, no less. It was fine if it was in the privacy of her own house, alone, in bed, at night, whatever it was – but in a vehicle? She felt so stupid. So…irresponsible.

She burst into tears. Loud, ugly wails escaped her as she sobbed alone in her car. There was nothing she could say that hadn’t already been said, and there was nothing she could say that would make the situation better. The sadness would be with her always, the pain of not having Gareth with her, with Ryan. While they had found ultimate happiness in each other, and would feel that happiness for the rest of their lives, Gareth’s memory would always be a part of them, too. With it brought joy, sadness, jubilation, and hurt. Whitney heard once that grief was just unexpressed love. When she watched Fleabag and Fleabag said “I don’t know what to do with it. With all the love I have. I don’t know where to put it now”, she felt that more than anything. It was how she felt about Gareth.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

It was only when she stopped crying nearly an hour later, trusting herself to not get too emotional and actually make her way back home safely, did she allow herself to start her car again. As everything turned on, the radio station played a song: “Dancing in the Moonlight” by Toploader.

Gareth’s favourite song.

***

The Toronto Maple Leafs won their last three games of the season. Ryan had scored against Tampa, and had taken rookie Matthew Knies under his wing in his dressing room and on his line. The Leafs were now in playoff mode. The entire city was buzzing. Whitney drove out to Pearson Airport to pick him up. She waited with Bee and Aberdeen, who were bundled up in chunky knitwear and a Leafs hoodie over the top, as if they coordinated their outfits.

Bee hadn’t told anyone what she saw. Not even Morgan. It wasn’t her secret to tell, and she didn’t want to be that person. She wasn’t that person. She’d been a victim of horrible rumours before, and she wasn’t going to be the person telling everyone. She wasn’t even sure what she saw, in that she didn’t know what it meant. Though she could tell the kiss had a lot of feeling and history behind it, she didn’t know what that feeling was, or what that history was either. However, she did remember back to the first time they spoke, at Whitney’s first game and afterwards at Aberdeen’s surprise birthday party, where a drunken Aberdeen told Bee that she sensed that Ryan and Whitney were definitely not just friends. If Aberdeen could see it, could others see it too?

When the boys began to file through, Bee made sure to keep a sneaky eye on Whitney. She greeted Morgan and gave him a kiss and a hug, looking over his shoulder to see Ryan greeting Whitney politely and civilly. They hugged, but it was quick and nothing special. Bee heard Whitney ask Ryan if he was tired and Ryan saying yes.

“We’ll see you guys soon, yeah?” Morgan called over his shoulder at them before taking Bee’s hand in his.

“Absolutely,” Ryan nodded. “Drive safe, bud.”

Their walk to Bee’s Civic was quiet. She popped the trunk so Morgan could deposit his suitcase. After he got into the passenger seat and she started the car, Morgan looked over at her. “I think you’re going to need to order Whitney one of those wag jackets,” he said out of the blue.

Bee whipped her head to look at him. Her heart was in her throat. “Why do you say that?”

Morgan sighed, as if he was burdened with the news like a Victorian duchess. “It was an accident,” he said. “I was standing beside him as the luggage was coming out. He was looking at his phone. I…caught sight of his screen. Bunch of texts from her. I caught the word lingerie. Then the thumbnail of a photo of her in said lingerie. But I didn’t see anything, I swear.”

Bee was sure she looked like an owl for how wide her eyes were. Nope. Not happening. She was not going to deal with this in the middle of the night. Not today, Satan. Not today. She put the car in reverse. “Morgan Frederick Rielly, we are not going to gossip about our friends.”

She was also not going to tell Morgan she already ordered a jacket for Whitney.

***

Ryan and Whitney’s drive back home was mostly quiet. She could tell he was tired from being on the road, and the time that the team got in didn’t help, either. She made sure to drive as safely as possible, considering what had happened. She hadn’t told Ryan yet, and she needed to. God, there were a few things she needed to tell him about what she’d been up to while he was away. It had been a long five-and-a-half days, made especially longer by her visit to Gareth.

When they were in the privacy of the house, with everything locked and alarms set, they made their way to their bedroom. Whitney stood in front of her floor-length mirror to take off her earrings, and she watched through the reflection as Ryan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his body and settling his face in the crook of her neck. She couldn’t help but smile at the warmth of his body. He left a trail of kisses on her skin before looking at her through the reflection. “I missed you,” he whispered.

“I missed you too, Snook.”

“What did you get up to when I was gone?”

“Looked for wedding venues.”

He smiled from ear to ear, chucking lowly and giving her skin another kiss. “That’s my girl.”

She winced slightly, but Ryan couldn’t tell, because he couldn’t see it yet. A little souvenir from her recklessness in Seaforth. “Snook…can we talk?”

“What about?”

She paused. She knew the second she told him it was going to eat him alive that he wasn’t there. She almost thought she shouldn’t tell him, but then that meant she wasn’t being honest. Plus, once he saw her little souvenir, there was no way she could lie. “You know…you know how I get when I go too far into my head sometimes,” she began.

“Of course, because I get the same way,” he said. As she continued to stay silent, and only look at him through the mirror, he caught on that this wasn’t going to be a normal conversation. “What’s wrong?”

She could barely look at him. She was so ashamed, because she was going to scare and hurt him so much. “I went to go tell Gareth,” she said, tears already welling in her eyes. “I went to go tell Gareth and I almost got into an accident.”

“You what?” Ryan asked immediately. “Whit, what do you mean? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. I swerved out of the way just in time,” she said. “I went—I went to St. James to visit Gareth and tell him about us. I s-spent a lot of t-t-time there just t-t-talking to him, Snook. And as I was driving b-back home – I was s-still just outside Mitchell – I—I kept thinking about G-G-Gareth and Snook, I don’t know what came over me— b-but all of the s-sudden I hear this loud horn and I’m ab-b-bout to clip this oncoming pickup truck—”

“Oh my fucking God, Whit,” he uttered nervously, spinning her around so they didn’t have to talk through a mirror anymore. “Did you get hurt?”

She shook her head. “No, I swerved out of the way and I just…went on the side of the road and tried to calm down. I just…” she trailed off, bringing her hands up to pull down the collar of her crew neck, exposing her “souvenir”: a loudly coloured red seat belt abrasion that ran diagonally down her collarbone and chest. She quite literally heard Ryan’s breath catch in his throat at the sight. “I already went to my doctor. It looks bad but it doesn’t hurt too much. She said it should be gone in two or three weeks.”

Ryan shook his head. “Oh, Whit,” his voice quivered. He brought a hand up and lightly, with his fingertips, traced the bruising along her skin. He had to compose himself. “Oh, Whit…” his eyes glossed over, the memories of that night in his pickup truck coming back to haunt him.

“Snook, I’m okay, I swear. That’s not the issue here, anyway,” she tried to get his memory off it. “I just…I miss him so much.”

Ryan was silent as he could only consider the how and why this happened to Whitney. He was overcome with emotion at hearing what happened and seeing the abrasion, but what hurt her more was deeper. “I miss him too, Whit.”

“He would have been your best man, right?” she asked, unable to stop herself from asking, from imagining what their wedding would be like if Gareth was still with them. “God, can you just imagine what he’d be like at the wedding? At the reception? Why can’t I have my brother there, Snook? Why does he have to be gone?”

“He would have been the life of the party,” Ryan offered, unable to say much else since his own tears were falling now. “I miss him every day, Whit. I want him to be with us, too.”

She reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders, and he picked her up and brought her to the bed, sitting with her in his lap. “I want to have him be here for the happiest moment of my life,” she said.

“I know you do. We all do.”

“That’s why I was so sad. And that’s why what happened, happened. And I’m so sorry to scare you or make you worried—but I wanted to talk to him, Snook. I wanted him to be the first to know.”

“We’re going to get through this,” he assured, nodding his head. It was only natural that Whitney told Gareth first. “Before we go to our parents’, I’m gonna see Gareth too. We’ll go together.”

Whitney nodded her head, smiling slightly. “That sounds nice.”

He let out a long sigh. He tried not to think about how rough the stop had been if it left such a mark on Whitney’s skin. “You’ve gotta be careful, Whit. I mean it. I just got you. I can’t lose you.”

Whitney cupped Ryan’s face in her hands. “You always had me, Snook.”

“You know what I mean.”

She leaned forward to kiss him quickly. “I’m so happy you’re home, Snook. I can’t wait to tell everyone tomorrow.”

Ryan finally smiled again. “Me too.”

***

It was another beautiful spring day in southwestern Ontario. The sun was out, there were only a few clouds in the sky, and although it was still a bit chilly out, it felt like people were finally awakening from their winter hibernation, ready to hit the ground running into spring and summer. It was the perfect opportunity for Ryan and Whitney to take a drive.

To Seaforth.

To St. James Catholic Cemetery.

With a small bouquet of flowers in his hand, Ryan made his way to the site he knew best, the site she could walk to with his eyes closed. As he stood at the foot of Gareth’s grave, he kneeled and placed his bouquet delicately next to hers, still there from days previous. He brought his hand to his lips and kissed it before placing it over Gareth’s engraved name on the headstone.

“I love your sister, Gareth,” he began. “I always have. And the funny thing is, I think you know that. I think you knew that when you were still here with us. You never said anything, you never gave me funny looks—I don’t know, maybe I’m imagining it all or looking at it with rose coloured glasses because you’ve been gone for so long, but deep down inside me, I think you knew. When you—when you were in your casket, the last time I spoke to you before they closed the coffin and I was one of your pallbearers, I told you I was going to take care of Whitney. I want to think that I have. She wants me to know I have, even though I made some pretty dumb mistakes along the way. You—you gotta know that—I—I—” he stuttered out, trying to keep his emotions in check. “I try my best, Gareth, because she’s my entire world. She everything to me. And I know you’re watching, so I just want you to know that I want to make everything right. No more being scared. No more waiting. I’m going to get her a ring, and we’re going to get married, and we’re going to have a family.�� And you’ll be part of it. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. I just hope that on that day, the day that Whitney and I get married, that you’re there too. Send us a sign, Gareth. Send us a sign.”

***

James and Alice Napier invited Bonnie and Brian O’Reilly over anyway, so Ryan and Whitney didn’t even have to make two trips. Because of course James and Alice would invite Brian and Bonnie over. Hell, Brian and Bonnie were probably already there. Alice was making frozen margaritas and Bonnie was laughing and saying something about it still being too cold for frozen margaritas when Ryan and Whitney walked through the door. James was setting the table and Brian was cooking something on the stove. They even mentioned Tara coming over for dessert (Alice had gotten a chocolate and peanut butter tart). Ryan and Whitney gave each other a look from across the kitchen at one point, taking it all in.

Over dinner, they discussed the playoffs first. Ryan was excited to get going with the Leafs, and everybody spoke about his work ethic and how he could help them. Bonnie reminisced about when he’d skate every waking moment of the day he wasn’t in school at the Seaforth Community Centre with Cal, Owen, and Gareth, with Tara and Whitney in the stands. James reminisced about driving the kids into Toronto on weeknights to watch Ryan’s GTHL games when he played for the Toronto Jr. Canadiens before getting drafted to the OHL. Alice would prepare sandwiches as dinner for the road and they’d show up at the arena right on time. Ryan would always wave to them when he got out onto the ice. When the game was done, they’d wait for him to get out so they could give him long, warm hugs before piling back into the car and driving home. Gareth and Whitney would be passed out in the back seat by the time they arrived home.

“There’s something Ryan and I have to talk to you guys about,” Whitney finally said as she played around with the last of the potatoes on her plate. She looked up, and suddenly, all eyes were on her, before they moved to Ryan, then back to her.

Alice, James, Bonnie, and Brian genuinely looked taken aback. “Is—is everything okay, honey?” her mom asked.

“It’s fine,” she assured Alice.

“Ryan?” Brian asked his son.

Ryan look one last look at Whitney, smiling slightly, before addressing everyone. “Everything’s okay, dad,” he said gently. “It’s just that…since I got to Toronto, Whitney and I have been doing a lot of talking. And we’ve been doing a lot of talking about…well, us.”

“Okay…” James looked at his daughter, then back at Ryan. “Us?”

“Us,” Ryan said definitively, nodding his head. “I…Whitney and I have loved each other for a very long time. There were a few things that got in the way of us being together that were mainly on me. I hold myself to a very high standard – you all know that – and this was no different. I wanted to be able to provide for her, to take care of her, and for years I felt like I couldn’t do that properly after what had happened in 2015,” he explained.

“Oh Ryan…” Bonnie cooed.

“How long is a very long time, dear?” Alice asked her daughter.

Ryan and Whitney agreed in the drive over that they had to be upfront and 100% honest about everything – every question their parents would ask. “The first time Ryan and I kissed I was sixteen. But I’d had feelings for him before that, too. And since then.”

“Wait – so you’re admitting to us that things have been…happening…since then?” Brian asked.

“Yes,” Whitney answered.

“Through Calum and Aaron?” James asked.

“Yes.”

“Through Justine and Kayla?” Bonnie asked.

“Yes,” Ryan nodded.

“We’ve loved each other for a very, very long time,” Whitney reiterated, her heart beating in her chest as the moment came. “Ryan and I have had a long talk and we don’t want to waste any more time. Mom, dad, Bonnie, Brian – Ryan and I are going to get married this summer.”

There was a pause of silence. “Married?” James asked Whitney.

“Married,” she was firm.

“Married?” James asked Ryan.

“Married,” he was firm.

The four parents shrieked out loud. Whitney couldn’t help but laugh at their reactions – same with Ryan. Alice even stood up from her seat and rushed over to Whitney, engulfing her in a hug. “Oh my God oh my God oh my God!” Alice was overwhelmed with emotion as she hugged her daughter. “I’m so so so happy! I can’t believe it!”

“This is a lot of information to get all at once!” Bonnie joked, a huge smile on her face as she got up from her chair, too. “You’re getting married! You’re getting married!” she yelled as she hugged her son.

“This is the best news, kids,” Brian couldn’t hold back his emotion as he hugged them both. “Oh goodness, this is – this is just magical.”

Ryan and Whitney could breathe a sigh of relief. Truthfully, they thought there would be a lot more questions. Perhaps even some “You cheated on people?” questions or more questions about how long and how far this had already gone. But apparently not. Maybe they always knew? Maybe this was something their parents had been waiting for and they were just too nice to say it out loud. Maybe their parents had seen it all those years ago and were just waiting for the news.

In any case, the night turned into a celebration. Brian rushed out to get some champagne. When he came back, Tara, her husband, and their four kids were walking through the door with him. When Tara asked what necessitated champagne, Ryan and Whitney told her the news. She shrieked too. They FaceTimed with Owen and his wife Bernadette, and then with Cal and Terra, and then with Shannon.

There was an almost overwhelming amount of joy.

Before they left, Alice brought Ryan and Whitney up to hers and James’s bedroom. She dug into the back of her closet and retrieved an old cookie tin, opening it in front of them. “I would have given this to your earlier if I had known,” she said, rummaging through the contents inside.

“What is it, mom?” Whitney asked.

“Ah!” she said, finding the small pouch she was looking for. “This was your great grandmother’s – from Scotland, when she got married in the 1920s,” she said, handling the pouch delicately as she took out a plain gold band.

Whitney had never seen it before in her life. Her jaw dropped as her mom held it up between her fingers. “Oh my God, mom,” she gasped.

“She gave it to me when we met her in North Berwick on our family trip. She thought you were just so darling when she saw you, so beautiful and so kind and the best type of Gray woman, and she wanted you to have it, my baby.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Mhmm,” Alice nodded her head. “It’s too big for your dainty fingers,” she half-joked, “but what I was thinking is, you can melt it down into something that fits, and any extra can be used for the prongs—”

“Or it could be put into my ring too,” Ryan said lightly. “Whit’s not just becoming an O’Reilly. I’m becoming a member of your family too.”

Whitney and Alice smiled at the thought. “You two can do with it what you see fit,” she said, placing it back in its pouch. As she handed it to Whitney, Alice smiled. “One day, maybe you’ll be able to give it to your daughter too.”

In that moment it was Whitney’s only hope.

***

When Whitney and Ryan stepped foot into their house in Goderich, they were still on a sort of high from the events of hours prior. They weren’t jumping off the walls, but they were buzzing. It was getting later in the day, but they didn’t feel tired at all. They couldn’t stop smiling. They couldn’t sit or stand still.

“That went surprisingly well,” Whitney couldn’t help but giggle out slightly, looking at Ryan.

“You think?” he joked. “My mom was already talking about taking all my old clothes out of storage and washing them.”

Whitney smiled, thinking back to all the clothes her mom kept too. Now the clothes would definitely be retro and very 90s, but she was sure there were some nice vintage sweaters in those boxes – specifically old Leafs sweaters or anything knit that grandparents made. “It would be cool to see, though. I had this one sweater with Belle on it from Beauty and the Beast that I loved. I wonder if she still has it or if I wore it out from wearing it so much.”

“Oh my God, you were obsessed with that movie,” Ryan smiled. “I remember having to put it in the VCR for you all the time. You used to sing along with all the songs but with the wrong words.”

“Well thank God I got better at singing, hmm?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. I love listening to you sing over Taylor Swift in the car.”

“Hey!” she snapped playfully. “I’m good! I’m on tune! And I know all the words!”

Ryan was smiling with his eyes. She knew he loved her singing, even if he screamed over it in jest when she did. This was the man who learned Taylor Swift songs for her on his guitar just because she wanted him to. “Go get comfy on the couch. I’ll be there in a sec.”

Whitney just assumed that Ryan would go to the washroom or something. But when he came back into the family room carrying one of his guitars he took off the wall in their bedroom, Whitney found herself smiling from ear to ear. “Ryyyy,” she cooed.

He sunk into the couch, sitting upright with his legs outstretched. “Come sit like you always do,” he began to say, but before he even finished the sentence, Whitney was moving to sit where she always would when he played guitar like this, their legs entwined. Far enough to watch him strum, close enough to lean in for a kiss. The perfect position. “What do you want me to play?”

“Whatever you want.”

“You don’t have a request?” he played a few quiet precautionary strums.

Whitney shook her head. “You haven’t played in so long because of your finger. I’ll enjoy anything.”

Ryan thought for a few moments, strumming absent-mindedly before leaving the sound of the strings to fade out. Then he began to play some familiar chords – it took a few moments for Whitney to realize what song it was, but when she did, she couldn’t help but smile.

Oh darlin’ I feel your pain

And the summer rain in your eyes

Trying so hard to put the blue

Back into your sky

It was “The Plan” by Matt Mays and El Torpedo – one of the bands that they’d listen to whenever driving the country roads, especially those on the way to the beach. And he’d chosen the song he’d sing to her when they’d call each other and she would cry over the phone about missing him while he was in Colorado.

Oh darlin’ I’ve been dreamin’ of you

Have you been praying for me?

As I cast my mind and soul to the sea

I’ve got a plan that’ll get you through

Whitney hummed along as Ryan sang to her, shivers running up her spine as they locked eyes and he sang “Cause for me it all comes down to you” to her. Her hand squeezed his calf gently, her eyes welling with tears slightly at the tender moment. He’d sung to her numerous times before – over FaceTime, at campfires, when they were the only ones left standing at 4am after his Stanley Cup party – but this was extra special. Snook was hers now, and she got to look forward to this for the rest of her life.

When Ryan finished singing, he noticed the welling in her eyes. Before he could mention it, Whitney spoke first. “Do you think it was always meant to be us, Snook?”

“Yes,” he nodded automatically. “It’s always been you, beautiful.”

“I love you so damn much. And after this past week, there’s just been so much more. Sometimes I don’t know what to do with it all.”

Ryan leaned forward, placing a kiss on her lips. “Soon, you’ll be able to put it into our marriage,” he said, causing her to smile. “We’ve love each other since we were kids and we still have so much love to give. Isn’t that amazing?”

Whitney nodded. “The most amazing thing.”

He leaned forward and kissed her one more time. “Can I keep singing to you?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

***

Ryan and Whitney made it back into Toronto on Saturday morning just in time to make their 11:30 brunch reservations at United Bakers Dairy Restaurant in North York with Morgan and Bee. Whitney had probably become closest with her in her short time of knowing the other partners – they got along well and had the same opinions on so many things. And while Whitney was also close to Aberdeen and Aryne, she and Bee were only days apart – Whitney felt a special connection with her for some reason. She had an inkling that they would be lifelong friends.

Morgan and Bee waved them down from the booth the moment they saw Ryan and Whitney waiting at the front. After making their way through their restaurant and greeting each other with hugs, they sat in the booth together. Coffee was poured. Orders were taken. Bagels were chosen. Whitney was excited for her lox and cream cheese platter.

“This is for you,” Bee said as she handed an envelope towards Whitney. “It’s an invitation for our wedding this summer. We’re really hoping you’ll be able to attend.”

Whitney opened it immediately. It would probably give her some inspiration for her own. “Oh my goodness! Of course we’ll come,” she said, showing it to Ryan too. “Look how pretty. Oooooh, it’s at the King Eddie? How divine.”

“I know, right? We were so lucky we booked early. Now it’s fully booked something like 18 months in advance.”

Ryan smiled, turning his head to look at Whitney. “Fully booked for 18 months? Looks like we can’t have our wedding there, then.”

Everything stopped. Whitney was grinning at Ryan like the Cheshire cat. She looked towards Morgan and Bee and saw them giving confused, dead stares. “Um, excuse me?” Morgan asked.

“Wait, what?” Bee added.

Whitney smiled at her. “We’ve been hiding something from everybody,” she said. “Snook and I are getting married.”

Bee shrieked, her hands coming up to cover her dropped jaw. A few people from surrounding booths eyed them, but only momentarily. Morgan didn’t even bother covering his jaw drop. “Come again?!” he demanded.

Ryan and Whitney couldn’t help but giggle. “It’s a long story, but, well…Whitney and I have loved each other since we were kids, and about a week ago, we decided to stop being stupid about it all and just get married, which, deep down, is what we’ve both wanted all along.”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeep!” Bee shrieked, clapping excitedly at the news. “Married! You’re getting married! God, you’re both lucky that we’re having brunch because I’m going to need to know the whole story and all its details!” she exclaimed to everyone’s laughter. “And your ring! Where’s your ring!”

“That’s for this afternoon,” Ryan chimed in. “I’ve already called my guy.”

Morgan nudged Bee slightly. “You should give Whitney her gift. It all works out.”

Whitney’s brows furrowed. “Gift? What gift?”

Bee reached for something beneath the table. “Listen, I didn’t want to overstep my boundary or anything, but I knew that I had to include you in this or else I’d live to regret it,” she began. Bee wasn’t going to tell Whitney about Aberdeen having a feeling from the very beginning that they were more than friends, or how she saw her and Ryan kiss against their car that one night after the game. “It would have felt wrong not to give you one since you’ve joined us, and especially since we’ve gotten so close.”

Bee handed over a folded up jacket from across the table. Whitney immediately knew what it was. “My very first jacket,” she smiled, noticing the ribbing, the vintage font, and of course the 90 on the sleeve. She unfolded it, getting a good look at it before looking over at Ryan. “My first one.”

“Get used to it. You’re going to be wearing it for a while starting Tuesday.”

***

Ryan and Whitney went to the jeweler but Ryan didn’t let Whitney see the diamond. “I want at least something to be a surprise,” he said, and Whitney was anxious but acquiesced. They chose their wedding bands to be prepared for the summer. Her finger was measured and her great-grandmother’s ring given to the jeweler to melt down and craft the engagement ring. “This will be rushed, Mr. O’Reilly, for you only. But the craftsmanship – I guarantee you that I will be taking of it, and it will not suffer. Everything else will be put on hold to get this done for Wednesday.”

When they got back home, there was no reason to wait. They climbed up to their bedroom and began kissing each other fervently, the wait of the day just acting as a slight form of torture. With the playoffs beginning on Tuesday, Whitney knew Ryan would be mentally preparing. And she, for her part, had to plan a wedding that would happen in only a few months. This would, at least, be a little moment to themselves before things became hectic.

Ryan dragged his hands all over her body but paid particular attention to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them through the fabric of her top. He imagined that in a few short months, he would be doing this exact same thing except Whitney would be in her wedding dress. And if they had their way, just a few short months after that, her belly would start to swell because they’d be having a baby. His brain rushed through the possibilities of what their family would look like. “Take this off,” he huffed.

He helped her pull it over her head, discarding it absent-mindedly somewhere on the floor. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his torso, barely stopping her kissing. When she felt herself being dropped onto the bed, she began tugging on his shirt, too. “Off. Off.”

It came off within seconds. Her favourite part of Ryan (that was a lie – all of Ryan was her favourite part of him) was on full display for her. Ryan stopped momentarily to see the red streak that still appeared on her skin from the seatbelt. Whitney was wise enough to wear high-cut tops in front of their parents and Morgan and Bee so no questions were asked and no emotions ran high. But when he saw it again, he couldn’t help the aching feeling in his heart. He dipped his head down and began leaving light kisses along it, as if they would cure her, as if with every kiss, a patch of redness would disappear. “It’ll be gone soon, Snook…” she could only breath out.

“I know. It just hurts to see,” he whispered. “Do you remember your promise to me?”

She nodded her head. “Do you remember your promise to me?”

He nodded too. “Of course.”

She kissed him. “In a couple months, you’ll be doing this to me in my wedding dress,” she said.

Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Funny you say that, because I was just thinking the same thing.”

“And then after that,” she continued, giving him another kiss, “we’ll be going at it even more than we do now, because you’re gonna fuck a baby into me.” She got so turned on by the grunt he let out at the words as she kissed him again, her kisses becoming more frantic. “Isn’t that right, Snook?”

“Fuck yes,” he barely let out.

“I can’t wait to feel my body swell with your baby. You’re going to fill me full of your hot cum over and over. We’re gonna have a big family like we both had. Will you be excited to fill my pussy? To see me pregnant with your babies?”

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” his own voice was frantic now, the thought of what she was saying turning him on. She cupped his crotch and could feel his growing member being restrained in his pants. She fiddled with his belt, trying to set him free. He pulled off her leggings easily, and helped her snake the belt around the loops before throwing it on the floor and undoing the zipper himself.

“I want you to fuck me, Ry,” she breathed out, switching his nickname, grabbing onto his biceps and sinking her nails into them. “I need it.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?” he asked. She gulped as she nodded her head. She felt him push her body and flip it over in an instant. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

Whitney did as she was told. Easily. She got on her hands and knees for Ryan, looking behind her to see him practically tearing off his pants. She arched her back to give him a better view. “You like what you see?”

“Fuckin’ right,” he growled.

She looked over her shoulder, tossing her hair dramatically for effect. “Just for you, Ry,” she winked. “This is aaalllll for you.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the tone of voice she was using, and the thing she did with her hair that she knew would drive him wild. “You know just what to say and do to get me aaalllll riled up, don’t you?” he asked, mimicking her voice and the way she said the word.

“I’ve had a little bit of practice,” she said sarcastically.

Ryan grabbed her hips, pulling her body towards his before one hand went back to stroke his cock. His other hand began playing with her pussy, teasing her lips and making her mewl. “You like me teasing your pussy like that?” he asked.

“Yes Ry,” he watched as she nodded, watching as she moved her body in sync with his strokes for maximum effect. “But I love your cock inside me more. Any way you give it to me. Because it was made for my pussy.”

He made sure to tease her entrance with his cock, gliding it up and down her pussy slowly before finally pushing it in. Whitney gasped at the feeling, letting out a moan. When he was fully inside her, he grabbed her hair and brought her up so her back was flush against his chest. He moved some hair away from her ear so he could whisper. “On Wednesday, after we get back from the jeweler, I’m going to bring you back here and fuck you while you wear nothing but that ring.”

Whitney smiled at the proposition. “Sounds perfect,” she said. “I’m looking forward to it. The first thing that signifies I’m becoming Mrs. Whitney O’Reilly.”

It was the first time either of them had said what would be her new name out loud. Whitney O’Reilly. It had a beautiful ring to it. Ryan found himself repeating it over and over in his head. Whitney O’Reilly. Whitney O’Reilly. Whitney O’Reilly. “That’s right,” he whispered again. “The perfect ring for the most perfect girl.”

“I’ll be sure to send you some pictures of me wearing it with that pretty pink set that you like,” she continued. “You know, the one with the garter belt? The thigh highs with the lace? Maybe I’ll even send ones wearing just your jersey. I know how much you enjoyed those the last time. You can look at them while you’re alone in your hotel room in Tampa and my pussy is empty and waiting for your cum to fill it up.”

Ryan let out a grunt at the thought. “Because I’m the only one that gets to come in your pussy.”

“That’s right, baby.”

“You gonna take my cock like a good girl?”

“Mhmmm,” she nodded, biting her lip in excitement.

He pushed her back down onto the bed, holding her down as her ass and hips were up, waiting for him to move. He didn’t take it slowly after their discussion; instead, he began thrusting into her so deep that he could see her grab the sheets and her knuckles get white. She didn’t take it quietly, either, screaming his name over and over between moans and sighs. “Oooooh fuck, Ry, it’s so deep—”

“—Take it, take it—”

“Harder, Ry. I want it deeper.”

Ryan grabbed hold of her hips and put as much force into it as he could without hurting her. She got louder, and he could feel her come for the first time shortly after. Her body began to flush red, the walls of her hot pussy squeezing around his cock. Her legs were so shaky she even lowered slightly, though Ryan made sure to pull her hips up quickly after. He slapped her ass, causing her to yelp in unexpected excitement. “Keep your ass up, sweetness.”

“Yes Ry,” she barely nodded. “I want more.”

He spanked her again. “Like that?”

Her knuckles got white from clutching the sheets again. “Just like that.”

He spanked her again. “I want you to count how many times I make you come. Understood?”

“Yes. I promise.”

Ryan continued to fuck her; continued to feel her orgasms rush throughout her body as they built up sweat from the pace and how long they were lasting. After God knows how long, Ryan wanted more. He grabbed a handful of Whitney’s hair and yanked her up so her back was flush against his chest again. He combed her hair off her sweaty forehead with his fingers before placing his hand at the base of her neck. “You okay, Whit?” he whispered tenderly in her ear.

She nodded. “It’s a lot, but it feels so good,” she said. “I—I can take one more.”

He felt a shiver run up his spine. Once he knew she was okay, he knew what he wanted to do, what he needed to do, to give her what she wanted. “Look at me.” She craned her neck to do so. One hand had stayed at the base of her neck, but the other came up to her face. “Open your mouth, sweetness.”

She inhaled sharply, so fucking turned on, before doing what she was told. He stuck his fingers in her mouth and her lips closed around them, her tongue swirling to get them wet. When he took them out, he still kept them close. “Spit.”

She spit on his fingers, and watched with heightened anticipation as they lowered further down until they finally fixated directly onto her clit. “Holy shit, Ry.”

“Give me one more like a good girl and then you can get my cum in your hot pussy,” Ryan said. “Okay?”

“Yes baby, yes.”

Holding her body up with one arm, rubbing her clit with his other hand, and using his body to fuck her senseless, Ryan could feel his orgasm building as Whitney got louder and louder. He watched as she closed her eyes shut, watched as she threw her head back into him, watched as her body began to shake as one hand clasped at his hand on her neck. “Ry—Ry—fill me—”

“—Come for me, sweetness—”

“—Fill me up with your cum, Ry.”

He finally exploded inside of her, her entire body trembling at the feeling of her orgasm spreading throughout her entire body as she screamed and cried out in pleasure. He had to hold her up in his arms or else she would have completely collapsed onto the bed, but he was so close to doing so himself, too. Instead, he leaned back slightly, allowing her body to lean back and almost collapse into his. Their breaths were hoarse, their bodies still trembling, his cock still inside her.

He felt around her pussy and the insides of her thighs and they were so slick, so wet. He placed a gentle kiss on her temple. “How many?” he asked.

A small, tired smile crept onto her face. She had been so thoroughly fucked she couldn’t think straight. “Lucky number seven. At least.”

“At least?”

“It gets blurry sometimes,” she tried to explain in as few words as possible. “You know what you can do to me.”

Ryan couldn’t help but smile. “You want to keep my cock in you as we lie here?”

Whitney nodded. “Don’t you dare take it out.”

***

Later that night, Whitney tried on her new jacket. It fit easily enough, and she took a mirror selfie for Bee to show her. After she took the photo, Ryan walked into the room. “Playoff ready?” he asked, looking at her through the mirror.

“You bet,” she nodded. “Are you ready?”

Ryan nodded too. “I’m ready.”

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