One Timers

Christina’s jumps out of her seat as soon as she sees TJ Oshie crash into her fiancee, Corey Crawford. She knows he didn’t do it on purpose, but she instantly wants to murder Oshie. Her brief anger is instantly replaced with fear when she realizes that Corey isn’t getting up from the ice. In fact, he isn’t moving at all. She watches his captain, Jonathan Toews, motion to the bench for the medical staff. Christina is frozen in fear as she watches them rush out on the ice towards him. She lets out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding when she sees them help him to his feet after a couple agonizing minutes.
“Christina, honey.” She hears Abby Sharp calling her name. Turning around, she realizes all eyes in the family box are on her. “Go downstairs.”
She nods her head, but doesn’t move. Abby lightly grabs her arm and leads her out the door. The two catch the elevator down to the heart of the United Center and down the hallway towards the Blackhawks’ locker room. Before she opens the door, Abby stops her.
“Christina, he’s going to be fine. They wouldn’t have walked him off the ice if he wasn’t. Now no matter what’s going on, you have to be strong for him. Do you hear me?”
“Yeah. Yeah, Corey is going to be okay.” She says, shaking the haze from her brain. She says it again, this time more for herself.
Abby opens the door to the locker room and pushes her inside. Christina heads towards the back where she knows the doctor’s office is. The door is open and she can see a couple of people moving around. She peaks her head in and she can see the equipment manager removing Corey’s leg pads. With his gear on, Corey takes up almost all of the table he is lying on. The doctor is talking to him and running his fingers along the back of his neck, asking questions.
“None of that hurts. It just hurts to move.” She hears Corey’s voice. She chokes back a sob. He sounds okay, despite obviously being in pain. Both the doctor and Corey look towards the door, noticing her for the first time. “Oh, baby. Come here.” Corey says, reaching out to her. She walks over quickly and allows him to wrap his arm around her. The doctor steps aside to give them a moment and Corey pulls her down to give her a long kiss. “I’m okay, Chris.” He says. “I just got hit at a funny angle. Doc thinks I tweaked some muscles in my neck, but that’s it.”
“Promise?” She asks in a small voice.
“Promise. I think I was more scared than anything else.”
“Don’t ever scare me like that again, Corey.” She demands. He chuckles.
“I’ll try not to.” He promises.
The doctor comes back in and gives Corey the go-ahead to leave. He certainly isn’t going to be going back into the game, so he wants them to go home and relax.
“Can you go grab my bag, babe?” Corey asks. “I want to talk to doc real quick. I’ll shower when we get home.”
Christina agrees and heads to the main room to grab his stuff. Just as she’s throwing Corey’s shirt into his bag, the team comes in for intermission. They spot her and give her kind smiles.
“How is he?” Toews asks.
“He’s okay.” She responds in a small voice. “Hurt some muscles in his neck, but that’s it. Doc wants him to just go home and relax.”
Toews nods his head. “Take good care of him, okay?” He asks.
“I always do.” She responds.
She lifts Corey’s bag up onto her shoulder just as he comes out of the office. A couple of his teammates ask him how he is and he answers them before opening the door for her.
When they get to the car, Christina takes the keys from his hand and hops into the driver’s seat before he can stop her.
“You hurt your neck. I’m driving you home.” She states firmly.
He doesn’t argue and lowers himself into the passenger seat.
“When we get home, I think I want to take a bath after my shower.” He says as they pull out of the parking lot. She gives him a confused look. “Doc said I need to relax and if I’m being completely honest, the most relaxed I am is when you make me take a bath with you. So take a bath with me.”
Christina smiles. “Okay.”
When they get home, Christina goes to work filling their jacuzzi tub and lighting candles and Corey quickly washes himself off in the shower. As she is lighting the last one, she feels Corey’s arms wrap around her middle. He sweeps her hair over her shoulder and begins peppering light kisses down her neck.
“You’re wearing too many clothes for a bath.” He murmurs.
She laughs lightly before taking off her shirt and jeans. Corey turns her around and reaches up to unclasp her bra. His rough hands then travel down to her hips where he pushes her panties to the floor.
“That’s better.” He says, dropping the towel that had been around his waist. He leads her to the edge of the tub where he helps her step into the warm water. Even though he’s the one who’s injured, Corey is always a gentleman.
He steps in after her and she quickly ties her hair up in a messy bun on the top of her head. Typically Corey sits down first and Christina sits between his legs, but this time Christina sits down first and motions for him to sit in front of her. He does, and she gently begins to rub the muscles in the back of his shoulders and neck.
“Let me know if anything hurts, okay?” She says, leaning forward slightly to kiss his cheek.
“Mmmph.” He responds, shrinking back and resting his head on her shoulder.
She continues to massage wherever she feels tension, and after a while she’s pretty sure he has fallen asleep. She doesn’t mind though, since it means he’s relaxed. She eventually stops rubbing his neck and shoulders, preferring to trace her hand down his sculpted body. Her fingers stop under the water level at his belly button and she starts to play with his wet happy trail. She’s surprised when she feels something brush against her hand, and realizes that Corey isn’t asleep at all.
“You know what that does to me.” He murmurs.
“I’ll stop.” She says, pulling her hand away.
“No, please don’t stop.” He asks. “It feels so good.”
Her fingers return to his stomach and he shifts his body slightly, switching his head to her other shoulder. Christina can’t help it and she leans forward to press her lips lightly down his neck. He lets out a soft moan and grabs her ankle. His other hand intertwines with her free one.
“Christina.” He sighs, his voice laced with desire. She isn’t sure if he’s cleared for these kinds of activities, so she pauses hesitantly. “I think it’s time we take this to the bedroom.” He says.
“Can you?” She asks.
“Yeah, that’s what I asked doc about when you were grabbing my stuff.” He responds, standing up and pulling her with him. “He said as long as we don’t do anything crazy, it’s fine.”
Christina can’t help but stare at his erect cock bobbing in front of her. With the stresses of the playoffs, it’s been a couple of weeks since they’ve been intimate with each other and she can't help but want him so bad. Corey steps out of the tub and wraps his towel around his waist before helping her out and wrapping her up. He dries them both off quickly before discarding their towels on the floor and leading her towards their king sized bed.
She pulls back the sheets and they climb up onto the bed. Corey guides her so she’s lying on her back and positions himself over her, spreading her thighs apart. His fingers trail down her chest and stomach before settling between her legs. She feels one finger swipe between her folds and they both moan. Christina at the feeling of him touching her, and Corey at the feeling of how wet she is for him. He aligns himself with her entrance and captures her lips in a searing kiss before pushing into her.
Corey is almost overwhelmed at the feeling of being inside her.
“Baby you’re so warm.” He mumbles. “You feel so good.” 
She doesn’t respond, but he knows by the look on her face that she’s feeling the same way about him. He begins slowly rocking in and out of her, fueled by the appreciative noises coming from her lips. Keeping the pace slow and sensual, he doesn’t realize how close he is until it’s almost too late. He slows down even more, if that’s possible, to where he’s barely moving.
“Don’t slow down, Corey.” She begs. His name on her lips almost has him coming.
“I’m too close baby.” He says.
“Me too.” She responds. “Touch me.”
He picks up his pace again to where he’s making sweet love to her and reaches down to press the pad of his thumb against her swollen clit.
Not even two minutes later, Corey has Christina squirming under his touch and feels her clamp down on him with all of her muscles.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” He says.
“Oh, Corey!” She moans, sending him over the edge.
“Yes, Christina.” He groans, spilling his warmth into her. He feels himself release three times into her before he’s done. He pulls out and collapses to the side.
“I love you so much, Chris.” He says, pulling her into his chest.
“I love you too, Core.” She responds, snuggling into him.
They both kiss whatever skin is closest to their lips before succumbing to the depths of their unconsciousness.

Notes

Requested! Hope you like it.