I never did receive a call or text from Jordan after the game, but instead woke up to find his arms around me as we spooned. One hand was resting comfortably on my stomach, under my shirt, while the other was softly cupping my right breast; not really surprising seeing it was Jordan. He let out a small groan as I slowly turned to face him, even while unconscious he knew he'd lost his opportunity for groping, it seemed.

I watched him sleep for a few minutes, content with being held close. It didn't take too long before my inability to just sit, or lie in this case, and be serene kicked in. The obvious answer to curing my boredom was staring me in the face - well, it would be if Jordan's eyes were open.

Commence phase one - waking up my cute fiancé. I was getting used to calling him that, my fiancé, almost to the point of not minding. Anyway, back to my mission. Running a hand up his bare chest I traced a circle around each nipple, earning a shiver and moan from Jordan, before continuing up to trace his scruffy jaw line. Seeing the corners of his lips curl up as I scratched gently at the stubble I brought my lips to meet his, sucking softly on the slightly more prominent bottom one. As he started to stir pressure was returned, arms closing like a vice in sharp contrast to the sloppy control he had of his mouth.

When one hand was suddenly firmly grasping my ass I knew he was awake and taking full advantage of the break I was giving him. Laughing a little into our kiss I let him get away unscathed for a change. I was interested in seeing just how far he'd try to push this situation - if a little grinding and making out would satisfy, or if he was after a remedy for his morning wood.

Sadly, we didn't get to find out, being rudely interrupted by his phone ringing harshly only a few minutes later. A frustrated groan accompanied the goofy grin I received as he crawled from his position on top of me to answer the device.

"Do you live to cockblock me, dude? Just because you can't get any, doesn't mean you need to sabotage me," Seemed to be his greeting of choice. "It's Sid," he mouthed to me, rolling his eyes. The conversation was brief, with only a reluctant, "Fine, I'll be there in an hour," from Jordan before he was hanging up.

"What's going on Jor?" I asked, seeing him hang his head before grabbing his pants off the floor.

He explained that Sid had called a players meeting before practice, meaning he had to leave now to get there in time, still needing to head to his place to pick up his gear for the trip. Once he was dressed he climbed back onto my bed, resuming his previous actions with renewed passion. "I really don't wanna go, Rayne," he leaned his forehead against mine, breathing out a sigh.

"You don't wanna get scratched for not showing up, either. How are you gunna score the winning goal if you aren't playing, huh Jor?"

That brought a smile back to his face. "God, I love you Ray. And I got you a surprise, but you can't open it 'til your friends get here." Pulling away, he motioned to an envelope I'd somehow failed to notice sitting on my bedside table.

With that, and a last searing kiss, he was gone.

x

"Hey slut!" The short brunette practically screamed as soon as I opened the apartment door. Anna wasn't shy by any means, and insults were a specialty greeting.

"Damn girl, did you get shorter since last year?" I teased in return, pulling my best friend into a tight embrace.

Ushering her into the room, I greeted Brenda and Deanna in the same manner. All three were considerably shorter than I was, Anna barely reaching five foot. I almost couldn't wait for her to meet Jordan, just to laugh at the absurdity in height difference.

We easily settled into catch-up mode after quick introductions with Lucy, lounging on the couches as I recounted my trip over and the happenings of the last month or so.

"Hold up," Anna almost screeched as I handed her a bottle of water. "Why did you not tell us about this? You're engaged? Damn girl!"

Of course I had to tell them the whole crazy story, Lucy chipping in a few times too. None of them were hockey fans, so it wasn't like they had a clue about the Penguins or recognised Jordan's name. It wouldn't matter to them who he was anyway, as long as I was happy with the situation. And I knew from the looks I was getting that they could tell I was quickly becoming attached to my betrothed.

"Oh, Jor left a surprise," I remembered a while later. Grabbing the envelope, I returned and opened it in front of everyone. Five tickets to the next night's game, plus passes to the locker room and a hotel booking were what greeted me, along with a scrawled 'It won't be the same if I score without you there. I love you, J'

"Well, I hope you guys weren't planning on exploring the 'Burgh tomorrow. Looks like we're heading to Philly."

Notes

Fluff, basically =p
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