It was game day. Heather arrived at the arena in her standard game day uniform of a crisp white blouse, black pencil skirt and her hair in a tight French twist at the back of her head. To top it all off she had on a pair of killer black heels. A YSL knockoff pair that she had bought in Toronto for about a third of the actual price. She could afford the real thing right now with her condo, car and basically lifestyle paid for. She had been able to put away at least a grand a month for savings. Some of it went into a savings fund for Avery for the day that he came back home or chose how he wanted to live. One of the benefits of having a child with Andrew Raycroft was that her son Avery was well looked after financially. She intended to pay support but Andrew preferred that she put the money away for his future. Part of Heather felt that it was guilt that made him do this. The guilt of not overly trying to make things work with her, not making a cohesive family unit for himself, Avery and Heather. She knew that they would never be. They got along better now than they had since they had been somewhat together.

Just as she was reaching the game of two touch going on with the players her phone rang. She saw the international number from Italy. It was 5:30 in Pittsburg, meaning that it was 11:30 there. Heather picked up the phone on the second ring.

"Aves! I've missed you how are you?" She smiled into the phone "isn't it a bit late for you to be calling?" She asked. The voice on the other end was a million miles away but sounded clear enough to be standing beside her.

"Mom please, I'm not a little boy anymore." Avery said to her. His voice sounded lower than the last time she'd have spoken to him. "How's Pittsburgh? How's the penguins?" He asked her. She and his father had come up with a cover story that Andrew had found her a job as a media assistant for the Penguins. How else do you explain to your 13 year old son that his mom was servicing some of the best hockey players in the NHL? Their conversation flowed back and forth easily. From school, to hockey, to the new girlfriend that Avery had. Something she'd have to get used to, Avery having another woman in his life.

"Can I talk to your dad a minute?" She asked him as their brief conversation winded down.

"Sure, love you mom" he said to her as she heard yelling for his dad.

"Bunny," she heard Andrew's voice into the phone calling her his affectionate pet name for her. Bunny, after a puck bunnies, due for her penchant for hockey players. "So umm, I was thinking that our son needs to have the talk" he said with a laugh in his voice.

"Andy, he's 13. If he doesn't know where babies come from by now.." She said with a laugh.

"Haha" he said to her. "I mean the talk about...protecting himself" his voice got a bit deeper

. "Andy he's 13. Isn't that a bit young?" She asked him.

"Oh come on, you were just a bit over a year older when we were getting together" he said with a chuckle. "And I know I wasn't the first to play in that sandbox" he said to her teasingly.

"Oh yeah? What if I lied? What if you were the first?" She asked questioningly walking away from the guys not wanting to expose too much to them.

"Nobody with a mouth like that had no experience Bunny, not even you" he said to her.

"Natural talent" Heather said jokingly. "I talked to Spezz last night." She said to him. The two of them had played opposing each other since their OHL days.

"He's still after you?" Andrew asked her sounding annoyed. "You need to stay away from him. He's no good for you." He said protectively.

"Says the guy who introduced us, and helped arrange some of our trysts" Heather said in a harsh tone.

"That was a long time ago. We both grew up, he didn't" said Andrew taking on a more serious, angry tone. "Please promise me one thing, don't go back to him." He said to her.

"I can handle myself" Heather said to him.

"I know you. You see him again, you'll fall all over again and get hurt" he said protectively. "You're too good a person to be hurt like that."

"I won't do anything stupid Andy." She was very careful not to say she wouldn't see him. If there was one person she didn't want to disappoint it was Andrew. "I should get going." She said.

"I still blame myself for what he did to you. I love you Heather" he said with a deep meaningful voice. She knew that this love for her went beyond the romantic love that they could've once had. He loved her unconditionally as his son's mother.

"Love you too Andy" she said smiling walking towards the group.

"And call your mother, she worries about you." He said adding in quickly. Sometimes despite ruining the virtue of her little girl it seemed her parents liked Andrew better than they liked her.

"Yes DAD" she said with a joking laugh. "Love you forever Andy" she said hanging up the phone. She walked towards the game going on and Tanger was stretching himself out.

"Love you?" He asked her with an arched eyebrow. "Something we should know?" He asked brushing his sex hair out of his face.

"Andy" she said sitting beside him crossing one ankle over the other "My boy has a girlfriend" she said with mocking tears.

"Atta boy" he said nodding his head. "So you still tell Andrew you love him?" He looked confused.

"Yeah. It's a weird relationship. We will always love and respect each other. Plus I know it drives his wife crazy" Heather said laughing. "I kind of think she was so gung-ho over Europe to get him away from me" she said looking at her shoes.

"What man wouldn't Mama?" He said putting an arm around her kissing her forehead on the side. "You're beautiful, smart, you have a big heart" he said to her.

"And you've avoided me like the plague lately" she said turning to him with a raised eyebrow. "Things better with Catherine?" She asked him.

"Somewhat" he said getting up and offering her a hand. "That's not to say I couldn't use your company soon" he said with a smile. "Big Daddy needs some Mama time" he said encircling his arms around her.

"And you need to get ready for the game" she said taking his arms off of her. The boys had beat Edmonton 3-2. James had asked Heather to wear something casual. After the game she changed into a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, black v neck sweater and deep purple uggs. James met her in the player's lounge in jeans, black sneakers and a penguins hoodie sweatshirt. He saw her suitcase beside her and a smile drew at the corner of his mouth.

"So Mr. Real Deal, where are you taking me?" She asked lightly tugging on the drawstrings of his hoodie.

"Take you? Oh was that tonight?" He asked jokingly rubbing a hand on his chin. "I guess Muffy or Buffy will have to wait for a night" he said jokingly while holding out his hand to take hers as she allowed him to encircle his fingers with hers. "It's a surprise" he said grabbing her suitcase as they went to his car. He drove her back to the karaoke bar where they had their first date night. It looked empty from the outside which Heather thought strange for after a Pens game. Especially a win.

"Is it even open?" She asked as he opened the door for her saying nothing at all, just smiling.

"Mr. Neal" said the hostess. "We've been expecting you" she said smiling. She led the two to their table and gave them their menus. "I'll be right back to check on you" she said to them.

"Where is everyone?" Heather asked confused. "Why is it so dead in here?"

"I rented the place out. For us" he said grabbing her hand across the table. "We kept getting interrupted last time we were here" he said to her. "And after" he said with a laugh. The waitress came back and took their orders. James ordered a burger and Heather got a chicken Caesar salad sharing a pitcher of beer. They talked a bit about the game, how James could improve his shot, how Fleury has improved, a bit of everything.

"So what are you singing for me tonight?" Heather asked him.

"I thought maybe we'd just maybe slow dance tonight" he said taking her hand and leading her out to the small dance floor. He took his iPod out and put it into the dock on the sound system. He pressed the play button and Keith Urban's Raining on Sunday blared from the speakers. They danced in slow circles, Heather rested her head on James' chest arms circled around his neck while his went around her waist. '

It ticks just like a Timex
It never lets up on you
Who said life was easy
The job is never through
It'll run us 'til we're ragged
It'll harden our hearts
And love could use a day of rest
Before we both start falling apart

Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby whatever comes Monday
Can take care of itself '
Cause we got better things that we could do
When it's raining on Sunday'

The words resounded in Heather's life lately. A small tear fell from her eye. James was being so sweet, all of the guys were. And yet last night she almost felt like if Jason had asked her to, she'd give it all up, betray them all for the enemy. James quietly sung the lyrics for her of the final chorus in her ear. He pulled her face up to this to kiss her.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked her wiping the tear away.

"Nothing, it's nothing" she lied. "Just that this is all so sweet" she said stroking his cheek. She silently added in her head 'and I've been treated like such shit by men real dates like this are new to me'.

"Do you want to go home?" He asked after pressing a short kiss to her lips .

"No, I don't want this night to end" she said as he hugged her to his chest

"I meant my home" he said with a wicked smile. Sex, he obviously was talking about sex. Now this she could handle. She pressed a steaming, sultry kiss to his lips giving him all of the answers he needed. He asked for the food to go and soon enough they were in his car going home. He put his iPod on again turning back to the same song she sung for him last date, Come a Little Closer by Dierks Bentley. This time they both remained silent as he took her hand kissing her finger tips, her palm, her wrist, and placing her hand on his upper thigh as if giving her the go ahead. Heather rubbed the inside of his thigh slowly, edging ever so closely to his need. She wanted to make him wait. They arrived at his house entering the house giving each other small kisses on their way.

"Wait here" he said to her leaving her on the couch in the livingroom while he went into the bedroom and closed the door. A few minutes passed and James came out in just his boxers "Close your eyes" he said to her. Heather quizzically raised an eyebrow. "Trust me" he said holding out his hand. Heather complied as he led her into his bedroom. "Open" he said after pressing play on his iPod. Heather opened her eyes and a small gasp left her mouth. James had lit scented candles all around the room and trailed rose petals to the bed where a Victoria's Secret bag sat. "I guessed your size" he said giving it to her. She opened it up ands was a purple lace nighty leaving little to the imagination. "Go change" he said nodding towards his ensuite. As he waited for her to change he took off his boxers and climbed into bed.

"Ready for me?" She asked from the door.

"More than" he said anxiously. She slowly walked out slowly to the bed. He slid over making room for her to join. She seductively slinked her way over to the edge of the bed. She dropped one strap then the other letting the slip slide down to the floor. "Wow" was all James could say. He had been waiting for what seemed like ages to have this woman in his bed, uninterrupted. Now he finally had her, had his chance. He slid his body over hers giving her a deep, passionate kiss. His hands slid from her thighs, up her waist up to her chest leaving goosebumps wherever he passed. His touch alone was enough for her to let out a gentle moan. James slid down to her breasts where he took an already hardening nipple between his lips. He slowly let his tongue circle around the nub as he looked up locking eyes with hers. He took his free hand and ventured it to her other breast to duplicate the motion. Heather arched her back pushing her nipple further into his mouth as he lightly bit down on it.

"Oh James" she said letting pleasure take over her body as he switched sides to the other nipple. She lightly traced her nails down his neck and back, literally fore play for what would be to come scratching down his back later

. "Are you ready baby?" He asked her eliciting another low moan from her throat as he slid a finger between her slick folds checking to see just how ready she was. "Oh yeah, so wet baby". She wanted to tell him that she had been wet since he started to kiss her hand in the car. The sheer sexual tension and anticipation balling up in her. He carefully placed himself at her entrance sliding inch by precious inch into her

"Ahhhgg James" Heather said taking her hand and dragging her nails down his back as he pushed himself all the way into her. "

"You're so tight baby" he said to her not wanting to move out of her. He'd stay buried deep in her forever he thought if he could. His mouth went back to the pleasureful assault of her breasts pushing them together and licking both, which was not an easy task; as he rocked his hips slowly in and out of her.

"James...can I?" She asked laboured as he continued to rub and rock her

"Can you what baby?" He asked her circling her nipples with his fingertips

"Can I aaagghhh" she tried again as he bit down on her nipple causing her to rake her nails down his back. "Can I go on top?" She asked him in a low, soft voice.

"As you wish baby" he said to her as they flipped each other over so that Heather was now riding him. Her hips picked up speed driving him closer and closer. "God baby you're so tight." He said trying to hold back, ladies first he was always taught. He placed a finger on her hot button massaging it and pressuring it to a point where Heather saw stars.

"Oh God James, I'm gonna cum" she called out riding faster. He sped his fingers up as she went faster. "Ooohhhhh Goddddd...James!" What would preacher daddy think of his little girl's dirty mouth? James had to wonder as he drew her further and further to the brink. Finally Heather arched her back throwing her head back in triumph as she orgasmed squeezing his cock tightly as he soon found his release as well. She collapsed on top of him before rolling over to his side. They both struggled to catch their breaths. "Worth the wait?" She asked him as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Fuck yeah" he said with a laugh before tilting her head up to meet his in a sweet yet hot kiss. "You looked so beautiful riding me. Like a goddess." He said putting a hand in her hair. Heather felt a bit silly to blush after what they had just done but couldn't help it.

"A goddess?" She asked a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, especially with the candlelight around you, it was like an ethereal glow or a halo. Almost like you're my angel" he said. As soon as she heard him say angel she froze.

"Don't say that please" she suddenly thought of Jason, that was his name for her. "I'm neither of those" she said trying not to sound obviously upset.

"Well you're my goddess." He said placing a kiss on the top of her head. He got up slowly to blow out the candles and returned to bed spooning her as they went to sleep. "Goodnight Angel" he said to her

"Goodnight Jas..James" she said quickly covering up the error

'Fuck I'm in trouble' she thought.