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"Oh God James, that was amazing." Heather said as he rolled off of her. He had just given her two orgasms with just his tongue and one finger. "How do you do that?" She asked him gasping for breath as her rolled over beside her with a grin on his face.

"Oh it's nothing, just a little thing I've been doing since I played in the O." He said referring to his days in the OHL. "We had to hide our girls from billets so you had to learn how to pleasure a girl fast." He joked smiling.

"You're forgetting I know what it's like to woo an OHLer or two." She said to him laughing.

"Ah yes, the queen puck bunny." He joked pretending to bow to her. "I'd forgotten that you banged your way through the OHL." He said as she laughed uncomfortably.

"Don't you ever forget it." She joked back as he kissed her on the mouth softly. "James...you're not going to forget we're together are you? I mean while we're away from eachother." She said suddenly feeling insecure.

"Oh wow...I hadn't even thought of that." He said placing his hands behind his head. "You think I'll cheat?" He asked nervously.

"Well...I mean...I don't know." She said to him. "Well it's not like you won't be having sex." James said to her not even realizing the impact of his words

. "Pardon me?" She asked.

"Well...I mean...Sid, Paulie and Brooks will be there...Geno too." He said trying to make his point. "Do other sports have girls like you? Like does the olympic team employ a specialist?" He asked as an honest question.

"So what you're saying is you want to have free reign having sex with whoever you want?" Heather asked insulted.

"No Heather, I didn't mean that." He said grabbing her hand trying to kiss it. She pulled it away as she rolled over to her side

. "Take me home James." She said to him as she moved to slide out of the bed.

"Heather...come on." He said to her.

"No James take me home. After all, I should probably rest up. You know those athlete villages are a hotbed of sex. Who knows? Perhaps a snowboarding team needs me for my specialist duties! After all I'll just sleep with anyone anyways! Isn't that what you think? That I have no morals or standards?" She said beginning to dress.

"Baby doll I never said that." He said getting up putting his own clothes on.

"No, you just insinuated that." She said to him. "Thank God you didn't make the olympic team after all." She said under her breath.

"What? What did you say?" He asked her quietly. This wasn't his Heather. She had been abnormally moody the past week or so. He knew it wasn't that time for her or else he'd forgive it. "I mean what is your deal lately?" He asked her.

"Never mind what I said. Or what my 'deal' is." Heather said grabbing her things. "I'll call a cab." She said as she walked out of the room towards the front door. "Enjoy your vacation." She said as she walked out the door and sat on the stoop crying. She didn't want to risk him seeing her cry. She opted to walk down the street to Paul's house. She hoped that he was home...and alone. She knocked on the door wiping her tears. He answered after a minute or two.

"What's wrong sweetie?" He asked her.

"It's...it's J..j...James." She stuttered trough her sobs. "He...he thinks I'm a whore like everyone else." She cried falling into his arms.

"Come in, let's talk about this." He said to her rubbing her back calming her with his soothing voice.

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The next day, Heather was leaving for Italy to see Avery and Andy. A ten and a half hour flight and she was feeling sick as a dog. She ended up sleeping on Paul's couch the previous night and woke up feeling like she was going to vomit her guts out. "Can I get you anything?" Paul asked as they drove to the airport. "Ginger ale? Crackers?" He asked her.

"I'll just get some gravol or something for the plane there." Heather said leaning her head against the cool window. "But thank you." She said offering a small smile. "Promise you'll talk to James for me?" She asked him with a pleading look.

"I will." He said smiling. "He still has some growing up to do...doesn't always understand the power of his words. He may be 26, but sometimes he's still 16 at heart."

"Thanks Paul." She said smiling giving him a kiss on the cheek before moving to get out of the car. "I'll see you in Sochi." She said with a smile before closing the door. "Look for the ugly sweater." She laughed. One first class flight and several rounds of vomiting later, Heather landed in Italy with Andrew and Avery greeting her. "So good to see you guys! Aves you got bigger!" She said hugging him.

"Mom you saw me a few days ago." He said laughing as they head back to the house.

"Bunny you ok?" Andy asked looking over at Heather. "You don't look so well."

"I was sick on the plane but I'm getting better." She said sipping a bottle of ginger ale that she bought. "Probably some sort of flu." She added.

"Well, be careful. You can't give that to the athletes." He said as they pulled in to the driveway.

"When I finally throw up I feel better." Heather said as she got out of the car. She got into the house and crashed on the couch.

"Need anything mom?" Avery asked.

"I'm good." She smiled. "Just need some sleep."

"Good, I've got to go take my pregame nap." Avery smiled and went upstairs.

"Come." Andrew said holding out his hand leading her upstairs.

"Where am I going?" She asked as she blindly followed.

"Just come." He said as he led her to a staircase

"Oh Andy I don't think so." She said feeling dizzy. He chuckled and picked her up bridal style and carried her upstairs.

"Just trust me." He said as he took her to his room and set her down on the bed. "One way or another I think you'll feel better soon." He said to her. She snuggled in to the pillows and he covered her with a throw blanket. "Just rest." He whispered to her before he left the room. She slept for a few hours before she awoke to the gentle tapping of Andy's hand on her shoulder. "Wake up sleepy head." He said to her.

"How long have I been out?" She asked wiping her eyes.

"Almost two hours. Avery just woke up to get ready so I thought I'd wake you." He said to her. "I bought something that I thought might help you." He said handing her a paper pharmacy bag.

"What is it? Gravol?" She asked as she took it from him.

"Not exactly." He smirked. She opened the bag and her jaw dropped.

"No..." She said shaking her head. "No..,you really think I need one of these?" She asked closing it back up.

"Couldn't hurt." He said shrugging.

"I guess so." She said as she opened the bag and peeked inside. She timidly got up and went into the ensuite. "Here goes nothing." She said as she sat down. Andrew sat in his bedroom waiting for Heather to come out with some news, any news. It felt like ages. He saw the door handle turn and didn't even need to ask the answer.

"Oh my God Heather...who's is it?"

Notes

♠ ♠ ♠ A little cliff hanger for you all! Also was thinking of her hooking up with somebody at the Olympics. Suggestions welcome!