One Timers

Addison knows she looks hot tonight. As part of their three-year anniversary celebration, she and Brendan decided to try something new to spice up their relationship between the sheets. She’d read about it in a magazine article, and then read about it on a couple blogs. She was nervous at first to suggest it, but was surprised at how quickly he accepted the idea.

She thought it was weird to pretend that you didn’t have any clue who your significant other is. To recreate the thrill of a one-night stand. But all the people who tried it said it totally brought heated sex back into their lives. And with the stresses of the long season, she and Brendan barely had a sex life.

She saunters into the bar in her tight mini-dress and sky-high heels and sits down at the third seat from the end of the bar, the same place she and Brendan had met three years ago, and orders a rum and coke.

“Can I pay for your drink?” A masculine voice says behind her. She smiles lightly before turning. Her face falls when she realizes it isn’t the man she was expecting.
“I’m sorry, but I’m actually meeting someone.” She says politely.
“Now that’s just a line and we both know it.” He responds, placing his hands on the bar around her.
“It’s not a line. I’m meeting my boyfriend.” She answers, getting slightly nervous. She turns back to the bar and stares at the bottles on the shelf.

The unknown man laughs.
“Baby girl, if I was your boyfriend there’s no way in hell I’d let you out of my sight in that sexy dress. No man in their right mind would.” He presses his chest against her back.
“Well you’re not my boyfriend. And he doesn’t know what I’m wearing tonight.” She responds.
“Sweetheart, I could be your boyfriend if you wanted. I’m better with one-night fucks. But for you, I’d do the commitment thing.”
“Well thank you for the offer, but I’ll pass.” She responds, sliding out of her seat and under his arm.

“You little minx, you’re playing tough but you really want it dirty in the bathroom, don’t you?” The man asks when he realizes where she’s going.
“No.” She says, firmly. “I don’t want it anywhere with you. Now please leave me alone.”

His eyes suddenly get dark and he leans into her, pressing her back against the wall.
“I don’t like your tone, baby girl.” He whispers. She can smell the alcohol on her breath. “Don’t make me punish you.”
Thinking quickly, Addison brings her knee up between his legs and darts towards the back door as he’s doubled over in pain. But she hears him hot on her tail after a couple seconds.

She bursts through the door and realizes she’s going to have to find a way down a tall flight of steps. That normally wouldn’t be a problem for her athletic body, but with the sky-high heels she chose to wear, it was going to take her some time. She starts pulling at the buckles on her shoes, hoping to get them off quickly. But before she can, the man breaks through the door and has her cornered.

“You little bitch!” He yells. “Now you’re really going to get it.”
He starts towards her, but is suddenly pulled backwards by an unseen force. Addison shuts her eyes and tries to block out what’s happening around her.

A pair of hands grab her arms, causing her to shriek and throw a blind punch. Her fist connects with something hard, and she hears a muffled ‘ouch’ along with a snicker. She opens her eyes to find Brendan standing next to her, holding his jaw.

“Damn, babe. I didn’t know we were getting that serious with this whole ‘don’t know each other’ thing.” He laughs. His laughter quickly dies when he sees the stream of tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Yo, I’m gonna get the bouncer to take care of this bitch.” She hears. Looking over Brendan’s shoulder she spots Justin Abdelkader and Joakim Andersson pinning the creep against the wall. Darren Helm is heading back into the bar, and she realizes he’s the one who just spoke up.

“Addy, are you okay?” Brendan asks, wrapping his arms around her.
“I am now.” She says, releasing a sigh of relief.
Brendan’s arms are her comfort zone, and being in them give her all the strength in the world.
“One of you come over here and hold my girl while I take of this bitch.” Brendan says.
Joakim leaves the creep’s side and walks over to where they’re standing. Brendan drops his arms from Addison’s shoulders, but they’re quickly replaced by Joakim’s. It’s no where near the same, but it’s at least friendly.

“So. You think you can just hit on my girl like that?” Brendan asks, stalking the creep.
“I’m sorry, dude. I didn’t know she was your girl.” The guy says. He clearly recognizes the men surrounding him, and knows what they could do to him.
“I would bet my entire next year’s salary that she told you she’s got a boyfriend. Would I lose that bet?”
“No, man. She told me.”
“And yet you still went after her?”
“I thought it was just a line. I mean she’s fucking hot. Who would leave her alone like that?”

Brendan’s fist swings and Addison can hear the smack against the creep’s face.
“Don’t fucking talk about my girl like that. You hear me?”
“Yeah man, sorry.”
“I’m not the one you need to apologize to. I’m not the one you just fucking chased outside. Threatened to rape. No, I’m not the one you need to deal with here.”
“I’m sorry, uh- Miss.” The creep yells out to Addison.
Addison simply turns so her face is buried in Joakim’s shoulder.

“What’s going on out here? Mr. Smith, is everything okay?” The bouncer asks, coming out the door with Darren in tow.
“Yeah, we’re fine. This creep was just leaving. He also promised he’ll never come back here again.” Brendan responds, his eyes never leaving the man’s face.
“Y-yeah. Never again.” The man responds.

They all stand there for a second, looking at one another.
“That’s your cue to fucking leave.” Brendan growls.
Justin drops his arms from holding the man against the wall and he takes off like a rocket down the stairs and out onto the street, causing the four hockey players and the bouncer to chuckle.

As soon as the man is out of sight, Addison breaks Joakim’s hold and bolts for Brendan’s arms. He wraps them around her protectively and kisses her forehead.

“Addy and I are going to head out.” He declares, rubbing her back.
“Sounds good.” Justin responds. “Take good care of her.”

Notes

Requested! Hope you like it.

A/N: I have four requests left, so anyone who wants to request something, I'm no longer as backed up as I was.

AND I'M OFFICIALLY DONE SCHOOL!!!! So I've got a little bit of time before my summer class starts. It's a lot easier for me if you request a specific scenario, so it'll get done quicker. But I'll take just any NHL player if that's all you've got. If they're not NC-17 requested, they likely won't be NC-17.