“So you and Jon are both here in the same club tonight, but you’re totally ignoring each other?” My best friend and former roommate Kayla asks.

“Yeah.” I respond. “We both agreed that I needed a girls night and he needed a guys night. You girls chose this place at the same time that Kaner chose this place and instead of making someone switch, we decided just to stick to our own crowds for the night.”

“So that’s why they’re up in the VIP section and we’re down here with the normals.” Her sister Annie says.

I nod and look up to the VIP section, catching Corey Crawford’s eye. He gives me a smile and a nod, which I reciprocate.

“God you’re like Kate Middleton. The commoner turned princess.” Kayla whines.

I laugh, shaking my head. I guess she kinda has a point, though. Jon is royalty in this city. And amongst the thousands, I’m basically a nobody. I’m still not completely sure why Jon chose me to be his girlfriend. I’m so different from all the other girls he’s dated in the past. Even just the girls he’s randomly hooked up with. I mean, it’s not often you find a professional hockey player dating a girl with elmo-red hair, probably around twenty five percent of her body tattooed and a shit ton of body piercings. Though I can honestly say the piercings turn Jon on like crazy. My tongue piercing especially. He likes playing with it with his tongue, and likes the feel of it when I’m blowing him.

But let’s get real here, okay? I’m clearly far from a princess. I’m too much of a rebel. Jon says that’s the exact reason he loves me. Because I challenge him the way no one else does. Because I’m not intimidated by his whole “captain serious” persona. Because I bring out the wild and adventurous side of Captain Jonathan Bryan Toews.

I sigh, thinking about how much I really want to be curled up in bed right now, feeling Jon play with my belly button ring while we watch film from last night’s win against Tampa Bay.

Let’s face it. As much as I’ve changed Jonathan, he’s changed me. I’m no longer the girl who’s interested in getting shit faced and destroying things for fun (legal, of course! ....well, mostly legal).

“Okay, less thinking about Prince Serious and more drinking!” Kayla yells as she passes out our shots. The three of us look to each other and raise them in the air.

“To Chris finally coming out with us.” Annie says.
“Shut the fuck up!” I laugh.
“To maybe finding me a lovely man to fuck tonight.” Kayla says, earning a snort from her sister.
“To....” Fuck, I can’t find something to toast to. The only thing I can think about right now is the Hawks winning the Cup. But somehow I don’t think my friends will find that appropriate. “Fuck. To getting shit faced!”

They laugh at my clear inability to find something real to toast, but we clink glasses anyway and soon the familiar burning of vodka is running down my throat.

“Damn, it’s been a while!” I laugh.
“That means we gotta do another right away!” Annie shouts, passing out more shots.

We skip the toasting, but still clink our glasses together before downing our second round. Just as we’re putting them down, a waitress comes by with a tray of six more shots, two for each of us.

“Courtesy of the gentlemen at the bar.” She says, giving us a wink.

I look over and spot three decently attractive men watching us, cocky smiles on their faces. They look like swimmers to me, with their broad shoulders and narrow waists. If I hadn’t already met Jon and been introduced to the world of professional hockey players’ bodies I would probably be drooling over these men. But as it is, they’re simply “attractive” in my mind.

“Ooooh looks like we’re already reeling in the big fish!” Kayla laughs.

We raise our glasses towards the men and down the first round of shots. I put my glass on the table, silently inspecting the wood grains. It’s not that I don’t agree. For this bar, if you’re not trying to pull a Hawk, these guys are definitely the bigger fish. But the thing is I’ve already pulled a Hawk. No, I’ve pulled the Hawk. And while it’s nice to visit the aquarium every once in a while, I don’t really need to put a line out in the water.

“Shit, they’re coming over here. Do I look sexy enough?” Annie asks.
I look up from the table.
“Boo, you look hot as fuck. Am I good?” Kayla responds.
Annie nods and I return my stare to the dark stain in the wood, wondering how it got there. Suddenly I feel a large presence behind me and I know they’ve joined us.

“Good evening, ladies.” Tall blonde and tan says.
“Good evening.” Kayla purrs, turning on her charm.
“Did you ladies enjoy your shots?” His friend, green eyes asks.
“We did, thank you.” Annie responds.
“You didn’t have the second ones yet, though.” Freckly ginger points out.

There’s an awkward silence before I realize it’s kinda my turn to respond.

“Sorry, we just got caught up in enjoying the last round.”
“That’s okay, darling. We’ll take one with you.” He smiles.

Fighting off the urge to roll my eyes, I give him a weak smile back and turn to my friends, silently screaming at them that they owe me big time for jumping on this grenade for them.

Yeah, women can jump on grenades too. I know The Situation from Jersey Shore made it sound like only men jump on grenades for each other. But come on, do you really think between him and Pauly D the women actually wanted to sleep with him? No way. The one girl always jumped on him to help her friend get with Pauly.

The six of us clink our glasses together and, for the fourth time tonight, I feel the burn running down my throat. I probably should have paced myself, considering I haven’t drank this hard in a couple months. But whatever.

“Would you ladies like to dance?” Blondie asks, speaking more towards Kayla than Annie or me.
“We’d love to.” She responds.
“Definitely.” Annie agrees, staring at green eyes.

Again, I hesitate. But that might be more because of the alcohol clouding my brain.

“Sure.” I finally say.

Each guy leads us towards the dance floor, clearly splitting up into couples. I roll my eyes at the idea of dancing with ginger. But then again, this is what we came here for. Drinking and dancing. A girls night.

I can’t help but sneak a peak up into the VIP section as we pass by. I can’t see Jon anywhere, but I do see Kaner sucking one girl’s face while another looks like she’s eating his neck.

“Classic.” I snort.
“What?” Ginger asks, leaning into me.
“Nothing.” I shake my head, sneaking a peak back up at Kaner.
He follows my gaze and lets out a snort of his own.
“You think you have a shot with any of them?” He scoffs.
I reel back a little.
“What do you mean?”
“Forget it.” He shakes his head. “Let’s dance.”

Sneering a little, I follow his lead in the sense of friendship and find myself pressed up against his chest, my ass grinding along his lap. His hands grab ahold of my hips and he presses a little harder against my backside, allowing me to feel his growing erection.

“Damn you dance well, baby.” He says. “Here they thought you were the grenade. I guess I lucked out, huh?”

My head spins around.

“What the fuck do you mean I’m the grenade?” I ask.
“Forget about it, baby.” He coos, trying to soothe my wounds. “Let’s just dance.”

It’s all in the spirit of friendship.

My skin is crawling at the fact that he called me baby. Twice. Everyone who knows me knows I hate being called that. It took Jon two months of silent treatments and an eventual heart-to-heart admission to finally get him to realize just how big a deal it is. I mean, who wants to be reminded of their sleeze ball ex who called her ‘baby’ all the time so he didn’t accidentally mix up her name with his other girl friend?

Clenching my teeth together, I turn back around, determined to show him just how much of a grenade I’m not. I press my ass harder against his front and begin gyrating in deliberate figure eights. I wrap my arm around his neck and allow my shoulders to get in on the action too, feeling his cock pulse. I pull his face down to mine.

“Just so you know, I could totally pull a Hawk if I wanted to.” I say in his ear.

He snorts a little and I catch Corey’s glare out of the corner of my eye. I give him crazy eyes for a second, hoping he’ll get the hint that I have no interest in this kid. That I’m just jumping on him so Kayla and Annie have a shot at his friends.

“Sure, baby. Whatever you say.” He says.

Resisting the intense desire to bolt towards the VIP section and force Jon to take me home to shower, I block out the fact that this kid is such a prick and continue dancing.

The awkward silence and tension between us lasts another song and a half.

“Mind if I cut in?” A deep voice asks.
“Clearly I’m fucking dancing here.” Ginger says, annoyed.
I look over my shoulder and see Brandon Saad staring intently at Ginger. There’s a look on his face that makes my spine shiver.
“Funny thing is he wasn’t asking.” Patrick Kane says, stepping out on the other side. There’s a hint of fury in his eyes that I’ve only ever seen on the ice before. The look he gets when someone cheap shots one of his teammates.
“Look here, big shot hockey player. Why don’t you go find your own girl?” Ginger slurs.
“Saader, do what we talked about.” Pat says, his eyes never leaving Ginger’s.

Brandon lightly grabs my arm, leading me away from the showdown and towards my table. He picks up my jacket and heads for the door.

“We didn’t like the way he was looking at you. And definitely not the way he was dancing with you.” He explains. “Tazer really didn’t like it. He got furious and threw a glass at the wall before storming out. He mumbled something about how he couldn’t sit there and watch some dirt ball grind on his girl like that. But he didn’t want to cut in cause you were having girls night. So he went home.”

He hails a cab quickly, pulling three twenties from his wallet.

“Get her home in less than ten minutes and you can keep the change.” He says, handing it to the cabbie. “He isn’t mad at you, I swear. Crow said you gave him a desperation look. He knows it wasn’t your idea. But he’s furious at that kid.”

I nod my head, wrapping my arms around him lightly.

“Go make sure Kaner doesn’t do something stupid please. We can’t have him getting arrested right now.” I say. He gives me a short smile and ushers me into the cab.

I give the driver my address and he steps on the gas, clearly wanting to keep the extra tip. It takes him six minutes and forty three seconds to get home (not that I was keeping a timer or anything). I give the driver a goodbye before hurrying out of the cab and towards the apartment building. I give a short wave to the security guard and head straight for the elevators.

The ride up to the 19th floor is torture. My foot is tapping the entire way up and it feels like it takes a lifetime to finally get up there. Before the doors are even open, I’m moving towards them. My key is already out- has been since I got into the cab- and the door is open almost as soon as I get there.

“Jon?” I call, slipping out of my shoes and turning to hang my coat in the closet.

There’s a small thunk in the living room and the sound of feet on the floor. Before I’m even turned around from the hanger, there’s a large body pressed up against my back. His hands grasp my hips and pull them closer to him. I reach forward and shut the closet door before turning my head.

“Hey.” I say, surprised at the wild look in his eyes.
“I hope that little fucker got beat into the ground.” He growls.
“Pat was dealing with him when I left.”
“Good.”

He turns me around, separating our bodies just long enough to unzip my dress and push it to the floor in a single move. He presses me up against the wall behind me, grinding his hips against mine. I can feel him growing rapidly against my belly. His lips begin leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck.

“I wanted to fuck him up so bad.” He admits, his ups still attacking my neck. “The way he was looking at you. The way he was dancing on you.”
“You should have.” I respond with a small moan.
“I didn’t know if that was okay. Since we agreed not to talk to each other.”
“He didn’t think I could get with a Hawk.”
He pulls back, fire in his eyes.
“What the fuck. Seriously? Why?”
“Yeah.” I say, slipping his shirt over his head and pushing his sweatpants to the floor, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. “He said something about me being the grenade out of the three of us. And then laughed when I said I could totally get one of you.”

Jon grabs my arm with a death grip and if this was a cartoon I’m pretty sure there would be steam coming from his ears right about now.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” He growls.
“No one important.” I say, running my hands along his perfectly chiseled abs.
“Fuck that. Fuck him. Fuck. You’re not a fucking grenade.”
“I know, love.” I say, pressing a kiss to his pec. “If I was a grenade I wouldn’t be Jonathan Toews’s girlfriend.”

His eyes snap from their fury and a overwhelming sense of possession washes over them.

“You’re damn fucking right you’re Jonathan Toews’s girlfriend. And I’m about to show you just how much you fucking belong to me.”

In one swift move, his left hand reaches up to unclasp my bra and his right hand practically shreds my thong. They both end up on the floor with my dress. He reaches for his briefs, shoving them down and springing free his ridiculously hard cock.

He grabs me by the hips and lifts me up, nestling between my legs. I wrap my ankles together behind him and he presses me against the wall again. With only a small movement, he plunges into me. I gasp at the feeling of being stretched and invaded without notice. He begins pumping into me, rough and needy. I let out a small whimper.

“Shit, Chris. Am I hurting you?” He asks.
“No. Just wasn’t completely prepared.” I say.
“Hold on.”

I grab his shoulders and he pulls away from the wall, practically sprinting into the living room. The slight bound in his steps jostle me up and down a little on his cock, causing us both to tighten our grips on each other.

Without letting himself slide out of me, he throws us both onto the couch. He doesn’t even miss a beat, using the force to drive deep into an area of my body I didn’t even know existed.

“Fuck, Jon.” I moan. “Oh God.”
“Who do you belong to?” He growls, pounding my body with such force I’m surprised I’m not broken.
“Oh, God. Fuck. You, love. I belong to you.”
“What’s my name?” He asks, rolling his hips a little.
“Jon.” I gasp.
He murmurs something unrecognizable.
“Jonathan Toews.” I moan.
“Fuck.”
“I belong to Jonathan fucking Toews.”
“Jesus, Christina.” He gasps.
“Own me, Jon.” I beg.

His teeth sink into the flesh on my neck, no doubt leaving a mark on one of the only parts of my skin not inked. I feel the pressure of my orgasm reach it’s highest peak and with three more rough thrusts, I dig my nails into his back and scream his name.

A couple pumps later he follows me and I feel the familiar warmth of Jon’s cum fill me. He drops his head onto my shoulder, breathing hard. Everything feels like it’s in a haze. Like I’m drunk to the point where I can see my actions, but can’t control them.

Jon pulls out and somehow finds the ability to grab the blanket from the back of the couch and lays it over our lower halves. He nestles beside me, pulling my sticky body flush against his to cuddle.

“I love you, Chris.” He says. “And I’m so glad you’re only mine.”
“I love you too, Jon. I’m always going to be just yours.” I say.

I take the second to look at the tv, seeing the NHL network on. Of course we’re watching the replay of last night’s game. Content with this feeling, I bury my face onto Jon’s neck and let my heavy eyelids shut. I’m still awake, but the slight movement of Jon’s chest as he breathes is slowly putting me to sleep.

I’m not sure how long we stay like this, but we’re both jolted when the front door opens with a bang.

“Oh, shit. They didn’t even make it past the front hallway.” I hear Pat’s voice.
“Do you blame them though?” Brandon responds.

Jon reaches down and quickly pulls the blanket up over my chest just as the two turn the corner into the living room. They both stop immediately and I can feel my face turning bright red.

“We just fucking got that couch!” Pat whines.
“Well, we christened it.” Jon deadpans.
“Yeah, we can tell. By the way- nice claw marks, cat woman.” Pat replies, pointing to Jon's back.
“I’m- uh. I’m gonna go get something from the kitchen.” Brandon says, turning and pulling Pat with him.
“Are you fucking kidding me though? I don’t want to sit on it anymore knowing Tazer’s cum is probably all over it.” Pat exclaims as he walks away.

I can feel my skin flush down my neck this time. Oh my god.

“Let’s go to our room, eh?” Jon asks, pushing me to stand up.
“Our clothes are out there.” I say. “And we have to walk past the kitchen.”
“You take the blanket and cover up. They’ve seen my dick before.” He shrugs.
“Okay.” I say, hesitantly.

We both stand and he wraps the blanket around my body, making sure I’m not showing anything important.

“Want anything from the kitchen?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice.
I look at him with crazy eyes.
“They ruined the best part of my night. Cuddling with you. They deserve to pay. And making them feel fucking awkward would be fun.”

I can’t hold back the laugh that comes from my mouth. I love this side of Jon. This is the side of him that only I get to see. Well, sometimes Pat and some of the other guys. But mostly it’s just for me.

“A water would be nice.” I say.
“One water, coming right up.” He winks, leading us to the kitchen.

Still wrapped tightly in the blanket, I can’t help but laugh at Pat and Brandon’s faces when we come in.

“What the hell, Tazer?” Brandon asks.
“What? You’ve seen my dick before.”
“Dude not all hanging free and shit. And certainly not right after you’ve fucked.” Pat says.
“Well my girl wants some water. And what my girl wants, my girl gets.”

My heart swells at the declaration.

Pat and Brandon both groan. Brandon blushes a little when he sees me standing in the doorway in just the blanket. I can tell Pat wants to check me out because this is the most he’s ever seen of my body. Surprising, since we live in the same apartment together. But I’m proud when the world’s biggest play boy averts his eyes out of respect.

Jon stands by the refrigerator, stark naked drinking from the glass he’s just filled. When he’s drained it, he sticks it under the spout again to fill it back up. He passes it over to me and I drink it, holding the blanket with only one hand.

“Why are you making this so fucking awkward?” Pat whines.
“Because you made it awkward for us!” Jon says.
“By coming home? How were we supposed to know you were fucking on the couch?”
“By coming home early! I figured you’d be gone for another hour or two. So we had time to lay there. But then you showed up early.”

Brandon clears his throat, his face still red from embarrassment.

“We came home early cause Pat and I were about to get into a fight. I had the sense to pull him away and we decided to leave instead of stay there. Even tho the kid got kicked out.” He says.

Jon’s eyes go wide and he instantly goes into captain mode.

“Why the fuck were you about to get into a fight?” He yells.
“Because no one fucks with our captain’s girl!” Pat yells back. “So yeah, I threatened the kid while Saader got Chris out of there and into a cab. Then he came back and we all almost got into it. The bouncers were about to kick us out, but when we said he was fucking with your girl he was the one who got kicked out instead.”

Jon’s jaw drops, and he turns to look at me.

“You didn’t tell me that.” He says.
“You kinda didn’t give me the chance to.” I defend sheepishly.
He stares blankly at me.
“I guess I didn’t, huh?”

I laugh, realizing the angry Jon is gone and the grateful Jon is back.

“I owe you both.” he says to his teammates. “I’d give you a hug, but I don’t think you want that right now.” They both shake their heads. “So instead I’m gonna give you a fair warning. I’m not done with her tonight, so if you’re staying here I’d suggest headphones.”

Pat groans, disgusted.

“Hey! I want the whole world to know she belongs to me, okay? So you’ve been properly warned.” He defends.

I giggle, finding this whole situation ridiculously weird. Jon’s eyes sparkle and he struts over, wrapping his arms around me. He presses a kiss to my neck, gently biting at my most sensitive spot. I gasp instantly, almost dropping the blanket.

“Seriously?” Pat yells.
“We could just do this right here. God knows I want to fuck Chris so bad on the kitchen counter.” Jon says, his cock starting to come to life. “But like I said, I owe you. So we’ll go to our room.”

He turns me around abruptly, pushing me towards the hallway.

This has easily been the most ridiculous night of my entire life. But hey, I’m not complaining. Not when I’ve got Jonathan here with me.

Notes

FIRST OF ALL: To my Hawks friends, I'm sorry. Hopefully this helps with the pain, yeah?
And to my Kings and Rangers friends, congratulations and may the odds be ever in your favor.

Wow, this was long as shit. Almost 4,000 words. Hope you guys like it. There are like 4 other Toews requests right now, so if this wasn't your request, don't be worried.

I'm SO SORRY I didn't update sooner. This weekend was crazy as all hell. It's fun to be 21!

Also, I'd like to give you all a fair warning:
I started my summer internship today, so I won't have a lot of time now to be writing so don't expect a lot of updates often. Hopefully I'll get one a day, but it will probably be more like one every other day.

Also, I'm going to the Special Olympics this weekend and I'm not taking my laptop with me. So I won't update Thursday, Friday or Saturday. Probably not Sunday either, but who knows. I'll try to get a couple more done before then.