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laurenairay · 3 years

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Thank you @dutch-tv-fan 😊 I hope you like this one! Also tagging @itsbadgerbadgermushroom because I’m only borrowing her husband for a brief time, I promise 😉

“Is that a tattoo?”

Hindsight is a funny thing.

Not that anything could’ve fully prepared you for what happened last night, but looking back maybe might’ve given you a hint.

Maybe.

Let’s start from the beginning.

You’d been friends with some of the Rangers spouses and partners for a while now, having met a few of them through a yoga class, and the casual lunches and wine nights had snowballed into going to their casual team get-togethers and parties. While they had their handsome husbands and glamorous lifestyles, you were perpetually single, no matter how many dates you went on.

Not that you were bitter about it, not at all. One day your prince would come (that’s how it worked, right?) and to be honest your life was pretty damn great as it was - dating the guy of your dreams could only be a bonus, right?

Unfortunately you’d already met the guy of your dreams. Chris Kreider.

From the very first moment you’d met Chris, you’d been weak at the knees. Not only was he so incredibly handsome, but every time you joined your friends at an event or party, he always made the effort to talk to you. And not only meaningless conversation fillers - he genuinely discussed things like your favourite books, politics, climate change, your hopes & dreams, to name but a few. And he always had something insightful to say back, making you more and more helpless each time.

How could you not be? Nobody was perfect, but damn if he wasn’t close.

Today you were at Henke’s house, just a pre-summer team party as the weather was so nice (and he had an amazing backyard). You’d only been there about an hour, still on your second glass of red wine, and everything was so chilled and fun...

...until one of rookies tripped over his own feet and knocked into you, spilling your red wine all down your white shirt. Oh god.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” the rookie gasped.

You just shook your head, forcing a smile on your face. He didn’t do it on purpose, you had to remind yourself. It was just a dumb mistake. Ugh! Therese Lundqvist immediately appeared next to you, shooing the rookie away, and took a look at your ruined shirt with a sigh.

“I have a laundry trick I can fix this with but we’ll need to soak it quickly,” she said kindly, “come on, I’ll lend you a shirt,”

Oh thank god. “You’re a saint,” you groaned, following her up the stairs.

She just laughed, leading you into her bedroom. “No woman leaves another woman with a red wine stain,” she grinned, opening her wardrobe doors.

You perched on a nearby armchair while she rummaged around, smiling to yourself. Seriously, what a saint.

“Ooh this will look cute on you!” she said happily, emerging from her wardrobe.

She handed you a pale blue top, light flowy sleeves...and a cropped torso. Oh god. A crop top. At this party?!

“I don’t know, Therese, I haven’t worn a crop top in public for ages. Can I pull it off?” you frowned.

“Are you kidding me? You’re going to look amazing in this! Seriously, with your figure? You need to show off your body more,” she insisted, hands on hips, staring you down.

“Okay, okay, I’ll wear the top,” you laughed, holding your hands up in surrender. How did she manage to make your crack so easily? Magic powers, seriously.

“Good,” she grinned, “give me your shirt to put in soak now, and I’ll give it back you when it’s dry,”

You nodded at her, whipping your shirt over your head, leaving you in your plain bra. Therese squeezed your hand in support as you handed her your shirt, smiling at her until she left the room. It was only then that you allowed yourself to breathe shakily, staring at the shirt until you shook your head. It was just a crop top, you could do this. You worked hard on your body - sure it wasn’t perfect but you were usually so confident in how you looked, so why should today be any different? Nodding to yourself in the mirror, you pulled the crop top over your head, smiling at the flowy sleeves in the mirror. Yeah, you could do this, that wasn’t so bad.

With your head held high, you left Therese’s bedroom, a small smile on your face. Yeah, you could do this. You paused as you got to the bottom of the stairs, running a hand over your exposed waist. Here goes nothing.

“Oh hey, nice top,”

You looked up to spot Chris walking down the hall towards you with a teasing smile, and you couldn’t help but blush lightly. You’d never worn something so revealing around him before, so you were a little nervous.

But as he got closer to you, he seemed to freeze, his face making a strange expression.

“Is that a tattoo?” Chris asked, his voice a little strangled.

Your cheeks immediately flared fully into a blush, and you followed his line of sight to your ribs, where you did in fact have a small butterfly tattoo peaking out. Whoops. It had been just a silly moment of bravery with your college friends before you graduated, all of you getting the matching tattoos to symbolise your friendship (and that friendship was still going strong today so hah!) but you rarely showed anyone because it was so high on your ribcage.

Until today, when you had to change into a crop top. Damn it.

“Um yes?” you said hesitantly, wincing to brace for impact at the incoming judgement.

But no judgement came - just a soft noise that sounded like a whimper. What? Chris took a step towards you almost as if on auto-pilot, eyes a little wild, until he seemed to snap himself out of it.

“Sorry, I, uh...”

He trailed off, cheeks a little flushed, confusing you.

“Are you okay?” you frowned.

“Other than you driving me crazy, yeah?” he laughed dryly.

What the hell? “Driving you crazy? I haven’t done anything!” you insisted, pouting slightly.

“Oh god, not the pout,” he groaned, almost to himself.

“Okay seriously, what the hell are you-“

Your words dried up in your mouth as Chris stepped impossibly closer, pinning you to the wall, your heart beating so fast in your chest. “Tell me to stop,”

What?

Before you could say another word, Chris ducked his head and pressed his lips to yours in a firm kiss, making your breath catch in your throat in a gasp. He kept kissing you, over and over and over again, until you melted into his embrace, hands clutching at his shirt. He was kissing you. Chris Kreider was kissing you. This was everything you’d dreamed of but never thought you could have, and here it was happening?

Then Chris pulled away with a whimper, but kept his forehead pressed to yours for a moment, giving you the time for your head to stop spinning before he stood up properly.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” he murmured, thumb stroking over your cheekbone where his hand cupped your face.

He smiled as your cheeks flared in a fierce blush. How could you not blush, when he was telling you what you had yearned to hear?

“Then why now?” you asked softly.

Chris smiled a little wistfully. “You’ve always been a mystery to me. You arrive out of nowhere, already seamlessly blending in at team events, and you came across as so sweet and friendly right from the first time we met you. And god you’re so beautiful, I was dazzled straight away. But then as I’ve gotten to know you a little more each time, you’ve gotten me wrapped up more and more but still without knowing enough. Like, seriously, the guys tease me all the time for being besotted with you even though truly there’s still so much more to know. And then this tattoo...it’s such an intimate thing to see and to learn about you, and I just cracked. I’m sorry,”

Your jaw dropped as you processed his words, his incredible heartfelt words. You’d caught his eye since the very first meeting? He’d been trying to get to know you at each event? He thought you were beautiful? He was...sorry? No!

“Don’t apologise,” was all you managed to say.

The smile that spread across his lips made your heart skip a beat. Now it was your turn. “I thought you were so handsome the very first time we met, and it’s always such a fight not to say something stupid or embarrass myself around you because you make feel so giddy any time you pay me attention. The other ladies always tease me too, so I guess we’ve both been dumb?”

“You like me too?” Chris said, looking a little stunned although his smile was still beaming.

“Yeah, Chris, how could I not?” you admitted, smiling helplessly.

No point in not telling him the truth now, is there?

Chris just laughed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before looking down at you again. “So does this mean I can kiss you again?”

“Only if you take me on a date tomorrow,” you shrugged, smiling innocently.

“Hell yes,” he murmured.

You barely had time to take a shaky breath before Chris kissed you again, and this time you slid your hands up his chest and around his neck. Chris groaned softly, pressing you into the wall as the kiss got more intense, months of built up tension pouring through his embrace, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your head spin. This was everything, absolutely everything you had wanted for so long, and he...

“HELL YES, HE FINALLY MADE A MOVE! HENKE, YOU OWE ME 100!”

Chris broke the kiss with a groan, and you just buried your face in his chest to hide your blush. Oh god.

“Damn it Mika!” Chris hissed, glaring over his shoulder.

You couldn’t help but start laughing, hand coming up to cover your mouth, but when Chris started laughing too, you let yourself go, clinging on him to keep yourself upright.

“Want to get out of here so we don’t have an audience?” Chris asked, eyes still full of laughter.

Oh hell yes. “What did you have in mind?” you grinned.

“How about you, me, and a little making out on my sofa? I could make you breakfast in bed tomorrow too, get a little head start on our date,” Chris offered, pressing a light kiss to the corner of your mouth, “and no funny business either, I promise,”

Well...

“Maybe a little funny business,” you teased, running your thumb over the side of his neck. What? You were a grown-ass adult, you could have a little intimacy without it ruining a potential relationship.

He just smirked, sending a jolt through your body. Yeah, you definitely needed a little fooling around now.

“Let’s get out of here,”

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