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Monstrous

Last Word

Turning the shower off, and grabbing that fluffy pink towel I am in love with pulled me out of my thoughts. Peaking out, I saw him stirring my sauce and smiled. He was so damned adorable. I hoped he didn't notice me, because I was still not ready to face him. it is rare that I lose my sparkle, that my wit fails me. He claims he likes me like this, that my IQ and witty replies can be disarming. I just tell him he has been hit to many times to be able to keep up with me. I smile as I pull on my yoga pants and towel dry my hair. He has seen me in little else and much more.. I just want to calm my nerves before my guests arrive, and I feel like it is now or never. The cold air rushes in past me, and I shrug into my Devils hoodie, and pad out barefoot to come up behind him. I don't want to make a big deal of this, so I wrap my arms around his waist and just say it. "I love you."

I don't know why, but after that I rush into my room, giggling and hiding under my covers. I feel like a five year old, but I know Zac will play right along. He is a 12 year old sometimes, and that is another reason we get along so well. I realize the enormity of what I have just told him as my bed sinks down from his weight. He pulls the blankets off me, and I fight to have them back. I am anxious for his response to what I have come forward with.

He doesn't let me hide, ever, and I hate it right now. I want to hide. I feel vulnerable. My covers are my respite, my haven. He doesn't care though. My covers are ripped from me, and before I can protest, he is holding me, grinning like an idiot and stroking my wet hair from my face. I don't know what to say, because the moment has all of a sudden gotten to serious for my liking. I lean forward, and peck at his lips before getting back up to go shut myself in my bathroom again. My only other words to him are "Stir the sauce, and set the table, please?" I know I am scarlet again. He makes me blush to easily.
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We make it though dinner, and dessert, Tiramisu Cheesecake, that Zac bought and surprised us with. Danny and Allison are sweet together, but you can tell she is slightly uncomfortable. I can't tell why. She hands me her number and her business card on the way out. I don't know what to make of it til Zac's phone buzzes. He is in the bathroom, and I know I shouldn't read it. But it is from Danny, so I open the text.

"Al liked her, a lot. Keep her."

Well that is a relief. I flip my sidekick open and fire off a quick text to the number listed on her card.

"Nice to have you over, hope to see you before you head back to Vegas!"

With that, I flounced over to my bed, and flopped down. My toilet flushed and the floor creaked as Zac searched the apartment for me. "There you are, Pretty." I smiled, He knows I loathe being called baby, and he tries his hardest to indulge me. He lays at my feet at plays with my cat, Kairi, who had been in hiding until a few moments ago, He dangles string in her face and she bats at him. It is possibly the cutest thing I have seen in a very long time.

"Better be careful, or I am going to take video of you playing with a kitten and plaster it all over the internet.."

He stops suddenly and tackles me to the bed. For the second time in twenty-four hours, he is on top of me. His knee spreads my legs apart, and his hands pin my wrists to the mattress. I am filled with dread. We have done this a million times. Why is it now that I don't want him to touch me like this, that I don't want him inside me. Filling me, touching me like I know he can.

He senses something is wrong, because he pulls away, and runs his fingers through that adorable puff of a faux-hawk and tries his best to smile. "Is it that time where you won't let me touch you?"
I breathe a sigh of relief and grab the excuse he threw at me like it was a life preserver. Nodding, I slip off my skinny jeans, pull on my yoga pants, and in a snap decisions, reach for that bright orange thing, and pull it on. I am hoping it will soften the no sex blow enough that he will want to spend the night. It doesn't look like it though, because he begins to gather his things, and making ready to leave.

"Zac, please stay..?" My voice is small, and breathy. I don't know why I sound like a six year old, and I hope I don't come across as needy. I know he won't like it.

"Aly, I am exhausted and I.." He trails off when he sees my tiny frame curled up in his jersey, trying not to shake and cry. I don't know why my moods have been so crazy lately. All I know is at this moment I don't want him to leave as much as I didn't want him to fuck my brains out. He is shifting his weight, weighing his want to get up early and skate with the Briere boys and Giroux, and his want to comfort me and be the boyfriend I need.

The good boyfriend wins and he scoops me up and takes me to the living room, where he places me on my couch, covers me up and starts to make me a cup of tea. He knows just how I like it, sweet and with a tiny bit of milk. My remote is in my hand in the next few seconds. Somehow, we had both forgotten that the Devils played tonight. Game two against the Rangers. He is sitting next to me, and commenting on the play, while I sip my tea, and try my best not to scream at Marty to stay the FUCK IN HIS CAGE, DAMNIT! Zac smiles when I slip the first time. It's how he knows I am starting to feel better. He stands up and moves to the door. The panic rises in my throat as he disappears for a moment. I hear his car lock again, and I know he just went to grab is gear bag. He keeps an extra set of sweat pants in there, and that is how I know, I will get to sleep in his arms.

Even after wasting a 3 goal lead, My boys kicked ass, and beat the Rags. It felt so odd to be wearing orange and not red while watching them. I pointed this and the almost loss out to him.
"Maybe I should have given you that thing earlier. We might still be playing then!" I ruffled his hair, and took my tea cup to my kitchen, when he followed me. I could tell he was fighting the urge to bend me over the counter. It's unlike him to not try and break my resolve once during my period. Instead, he scooped me up for the night, kissed me nose, and tucked my into bed. Kairi meowed at the disturbance to her spot on the pillow next to me. He placed her on her cat tower and climbed into bed next to me.

"I love you, Pretty. Sleep well."

His arms curled around me as I whispered back. "I love you, too."

Notes

short, forced, and not so much fun, but I needed to get this chapter out so I could write the next one.

Comments

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2/18/14

This is such a good story. It just pulls you in! Please update soon!

Psquared91 Psquared91
1/15/14