Clumsy Minds
Small Things
Jon stepped out of his large black truck onto the dirty pavement of a dark Chicago street. He sighed slightly, looking around, as if he were nervous to be in such a place.
"Hey!" His eyes moved from staring at shady figures down the street to the bouncing waitress making her way to his vehicle.
"Why did you have a late shift again?" Jonathan let out with a laugh, trying to laugh off his unease.
The young woman who now stood in front of him rolled her eyes teasingly.
"Because Sophie had a heart attack now stop being a baby. You should be the one trying to protect me!" Zoey reached up to poke at his chest, scowling at him but completely joking.
"I wouldn't have to if you didn't work in such a shady place," He retorted with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
Zoey laughed at that comment with such ease as she walked around the large vehicle that looked so obviously out of place on the street. "What, I don't get a kiss hello because I don't like the neighborhood?" Jon spoke up, feigning a pout as he too got back into the vehicle.
"I smell like coffee and bacon grease, trust me, you don't want all this-" She paused to dramatically gesture towards her dirty work clothes, "-all up on that, pretty boy." Her hand gestured towards the much nicer looking clothing he wore. "But maybe after I have a shower." Zoey finished with a wink towards her boyfriend.
"Does that mean you're staying at my place tonight?" Jonathan Toews questioned with raised eyebrows, his boyish features showing off an adorable smirk to the beauty in his passenger seat.
"Yes," She smirked back, reaching over to place her hand on his muscular thigh, "I mean, if you'll let me."
Jon glanced over at her between trying to focus on the road and trying not to focus on her hand so close to his package. "I'll let you, this time," He chuckled, moving one hand to her's on his thigh and turning his full attention back to driving through the streets of Chicago.
The next morning a soft ache left a reminder of the wild sex he'd had with Zoey the night before as soon as she got in the shower. He'd pestered her every moment until she did about that one kiss, and after she washed herself off, she said he could come get it. It took him no more than a split second to get into the shower, naked as well, and pin her up against the wall with a huge grin.
Jon usually wasn't the guy to be walking into practice with a dopey grin on his face from the night before, and the guys noticed. Most of them knew about his relatively new relationship, even though he didn't talk about it much and she hadn't been out to meet many of his friends.
"Whoa, Cap'n, what's with the bruise on the shoulder there?" One of the guys called out as he was getting changed into his gear. He smirked to himself before he turned towards the guys that had now noticed and shrugged. Jon had a pretty good sized red/purple mark on his shoulder from where Zoey had knocked him over onto the floor as they stumbled over clothes towards the bed. He'd landed on something but with his girlfriend's hand around his cock he wasn't too worried about it at the time.
"Don't know, maybe a stick," He lied as he pulled an undershirt over his toned upper body and finished getting ready. Patrick Kane had quite the scoff to return to his lie, though. He was one of the only guys that had met Zoey, and the only one Jon shared any little secrets about their relationship with. "What?" Jon shot to his friend with a laugh.
"Nothing," Patrick returned, feigning innocence with a slight whistle as he too finished getting ready and lacing his skates.
"Uhuh," Jon returned, knowing that his closest friend saw through his little excuse.
Zoey tapped her fingers on the counter of the rundown diner she worked at. She was on yet another late shift and couldn't wait for the cook to finish getting everything in the kitchen in order for the next morning so she could leave too. She didn't see Jon outside yet, but he wasn't often late and she wasn't worried if he was.
"Ready, sweetie, you can get out of this old place," The man in his mid 50s said as he exited the kitchen, sending Zoey a kind smile.
"It's okay, I can help close the rest down if you want, you know, Ronny," She offered, raising her eyebrows in anticipation for his answer.
"No need, I do it every night, better that I know it's all good. Plus, I think your man's here," He pointed out to the headlights flashing into the window when indeed, Jon's truck pulled up just in time.
"Alright, thanks!" Zoey chirped and sent him a grin as she eagerly took her gross apron off, "Goodnight!" She exclaimed to the cook as she grabbed her bag and made a break for it, barely hearing his 'goodnight' in return.
She hopped into Jon's truck, the nice air in the vehicle a good change from the gross smell of old grease in the diner. "Hi, Jonny," She let out with a smile as she secured her seat belt. "How was your day?"
"Good," The hockey player returned with a nod, smiling over at her, "I have a bruise from falling onto the floor, though, I don't know what I hit but the guys noticed."
Zoey had a slight blush on her fair cheeks as she laughed about that. "Oh, sorry, baby, I'll try not to injure you further," She cooed, almost teasing him.
Jon shook his head with roll of his warm eyes and grabbed her hand to press a kiss to the back of it. Zoey watched and felt herself relax into the seat, knowing they were on their way back to Jon's.
She hadn't been to her own apartment in almost a week now, and her roommate had to text her to see if she was still alive. The difference between her life and her boyfriend's life was dramatic, yes, but somehow he never mentioned it, or seemed to notice. She didn't often either. It wasn't every night that he could pick her up at midnight from work, or every day that he could make time to see her. But it was nice when he could, even if she had to work 6 days a week to make a living and he had to be on the road or at the arena most of his time, it worked. They... worked, managed somehow. It wasn't even a thought process they had to making time for each other, it was just like a second nature.
With that content smile still on her lips, Zoey leaned over to press a kiss to Jon's cheek as he drove, admiring his gorgeous profile.
"Hey!" His eyes moved from staring at shady figures down the street to the bouncing waitress making her way to his vehicle.
"Why did you have a late shift again?" Jonathan let out with a laugh, trying to laugh off his unease.
The young woman who now stood in front of him rolled her eyes teasingly.
"Because Sophie had a heart attack now stop being a baby. You should be the one trying to protect me!" Zoey reached up to poke at his chest, scowling at him but completely joking.
"I wouldn't have to if you didn't work in such a shady place," He retorted with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
Zoey laughed at that comment with such ease as she walked around the large vehicle that looked so obviously out of place on the street. "What, I don't get a kiss hello because I don't like the neighborhood?" Jon spoke up, feigning a pout as he too got back into the vehicle.
"I smell like coffee and bacon grease, trust me, you don't want all this-" She paused to dramatically gesture towards her dirty work clothes, "-all up on that, pretty boy." Her hand gestured towards the much nicer looking clothing he wore. "But maybe after I have a shower." Zoey finished with a wink towards her boyfriend.
"Does that mean you're staying at my place tonight?" Jonathan Toews questioned with raised eyebrows, his boyish features showing off an adorable smirk to the beauty in his passenger seat.
"Yes," She smirked back, reaching over to place her hand on his muscular thigh, "I mean, if you'll let me."
Jon glanced over at her between trying to focus on the road and trying not to focus on her hand so close to his package. "I'll let you, this time," He chuckled, moving one hand to her's on his thigh and turning his full attention back to driving through the streets of Chicago.
The next morning a soft ache left a reminder of the wild sex he'd had with Zoey the night before as soon as she got in the shower. He'd pestered her every moment until she did about that one kiss, and after she washed herself off, she said he could come get it. It took him no more than a split second to get into the shower, naked as well, and pin her up against the wall with a huge grin.
Jon usually wasn't the guy to be walking into practice with a dopey grin on his face from the night before, and the guys noticed. Most of them knew about his relatively new relationship, even though he didn't talk about it much and she hadn't been out to meet many of his friends.
"Whoa, Cap'n, what's with the bruise on the shoulder there?" One of the guys called out as he was getting changed into his gear. He smirked to himself before he turned towards the guys that had now noticed and shrugged. Jon had a pretty good sized red/purple mark on his shoulder from where Zoey had knocked him over onto the floor as they stumbled over clothes towards the bed. He'd landed on something but with his girlfriend's hand around his cock he wasn't too worried about it at the time.
"Don't know, maybe a stick," He lied as he pulled an undershirt over his toned upper body and finished getting ready. Patrick Kane had quite the scoff to return to his lie, though. He was one of the only guys that had met Zoey, and the only one Jon shared any little secrets about their relationship with. "What?" Jon shot to his friend with a laugh.
"Nothing," Patrick returned, feigning innocence with a slight whistle as he too finished getting ready and lacing his skates.
"Uhuh," Jon returned, knowing that his closest friend saw through his little excuse.
Zoey tapped her fingers on the counter of the rundown diner she worked at. She was on yet another late shift and couldn't wait for the cook to finish getting everything in the kitchen in order for the next morning so she could leave too. She didn't see Jon outside yet, but he wasn't often late and she wasn't worried if he was.
"Ready, sweetie, you can get out of this old place," The man in his mid 50s said as he exited the kitchen, sending Zoey a kind smile.
"It's okay, I can help close the rest down if you want, you know, Ronny," She offered, raising her eyebrows in anticipation for his answer.
"No need, I do it every night, better that I know it's all good. Plus, I think your man's here," He pointed out to the headlights flashing into the window when indeed, Jon's truck pulled up just in time.
"Alright, thanks!" Zoey chirped and sent him a grin as she eagerly took her gross apron off, "Goodnight!" She exclaimed to the cook as she grabbed her bag and made a break for it, barely hearing his 'goodnight' in return.
She hopped into Jon's truck, the nice air in the vehicle a good change from the gross smell of old grease in the diner. "Hi, Jonny," She let out with a smile as she secured her seat belt. "How was your day?"
"Good," The hockey player returned with a nod, smiling over at her, "I have a bruise from falling onto the floor, though, I don't know what I hit but the guys noticed."
Zoey had a slight blush on her fair cheeks as she laughed about that. "Oh, sorry, baby, I'll try not to injure you further," She cooed, almost teasing him.
Jon shook his head with roll of his warm eyes and grabbed her hand to press a kiss to the back of it. Zoey watched and felt herself relax into the seat, knowing they were on their way back to Jon's.
She hadn't been to her own apartment in almost a week now, and her roommate had to text her to see if she was still alive. The difference between her life and her boyfriend's life was dramatic, yes, but somehow he never mentioned it, or seemed to notice. She didn't often either. It wasn't every night that he could pick her up at midnight from work, or every day that he could make time to see her. But it was nice when he could, even if she had to work 6 days a week to make a living and he had to be on the road or at the arena most of his time, it worked. They... worked, managed somehow. It wasn't even a thought process they had to making time for each other, it was just like a second nature.
With that content smile still on her lips, Zoey leaned over to press a kiss to Jon's cheek as he drove, admiring his gorgeous profile.
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