One Timers

I’m skating around at practice when Marchand suddenly appears next to me.

“You know, Nora is single.”
“What?” I ask my line mate.
“Nora. She’s single.” He responds, with a ‘duh’ look on his face.
“Okay...?”
“Dude, come on. Everyone sees how you look at her.”
“She’s just the errand girl, Marchy. I look at her like everyone else does.”
He starts laughing, his stupid face scrunched up.
“Sure you do, buddy. So you wouldn’t mind if Dougie asked her out? I think he’s got a little crush on her.”

My stomach drops and my face pales. He chuckles.

“That’s what I thought.”

He leaves the issue alone for the rest of practice and I’m relieved, thinking I got away from his judgmental gaze. That is, until Dougie comes up to me in the locker room.

“So. Marchy says you’re totally cool with me asking Nora out.” He says. “I gotta say, man. I’m glad. She’s one fine piece and I’d love to get in that before anyone else on the team does.”

My face turns bright red and I glare at him.

“I mean, really. Just about every single guy here wants to take a turn with her. None of us were going to because we all thought you actually had a thing for her. Now that we know you don’t, we can go for it.”

He gives me a small smirk and suddenly I’m picturing myself checking him into the boards with everything I’ve got. Over and over again. Maybe slashing him in the face a couple times, too.

“Okay.” I respond, swallowing hard. “Have fun.”

He frowns, surprising me.

“Seriously?” He asks.
“Do whatever you want.” I sigh.

Shaking his head, he turns and walks over to Marchy’s locker. I ignore both of them completely and turn to pull the rest of my gear off. I duck my head and make my way to the showers, the entire time thinking about Nora’s curly auburn locks and tiny freckles spotting her cheeks and nose. I think about her laugh and the way the corners of her eyes crinkle when she smiles.

“You know, I might even take a turn at her now that I think about it.” Marchy says once I’m done getting dressed. “She’s totally hot.”

“No.” I growl.
“What?”
“I said no! You fucking idiot. You’re not going to take a turn at her. And neither is Dougie. No one on this fucking team is. Because she isn’t a damn game! She’s a human being. And a damn gorgeous one at that. She’s smart, she’s beautiful, she’s funny. She’s way too good for any of your stupid games. She deserves a man who’s going to treat her like the queen that she is. Not like some blow up toy!"

I didn’t realize my voice had risen until I stop to take a breath, noticing the stares from all of my teammates still in the locker room. Marchand snorts.

“Good one, man. Who’s going to do that? You?”
“Yeah.” I respond, surprising everyone including myself. “You bet your fucking sorry excuse of a career I will.”

With that, I haul my bag up onto my shoulder and push through the door. With whatever confidence I’ve somehow found, I march myself down the hallway and knock on Nora’s office door.

“Hey, Carl.” She smiles from her desk. “Come on in.”

I walk in and stand awkwardly at her desk. Whatever confidence I had before is gone, destroyed by her high waisted black dress pants and gold flowy top. Her heels click on the floor as she crosses towards me and I catch a whiff of her perfume.

“What can I do for you?” She asks.
“Uh...”
“Do you need something? I don’t have you in the schedule for anything until next month.”
“Um.... a date?” I ask.

Wow, Carl. Way to be fucking smooth. For a twenty eight year old, I have absolutely no game.

“I’m sorry?” She asks, turning pink.
“God, I’m such an idiot.” I mumble. “Nora... I think you’re really pretty and you’re smart and funny and, well, I’d like to take you on a date.”

This time, her face goes full flushed.

“Oh...”
“Wow, I’m so stupid. You probably have a boyfriend we don’t know about. Or you’re just not interested. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m so sorry.”

Completely embarrassed, I turn around and walk out the door. Mentally cursing myself, I head towards the parking lot.

“Yes!” I hear behind me.
Turning around, I see Nora rushing towards me. The click of her heels is loud in the abandoned hallway, but all I can hear is the rush of the blood in my ears.

“What?” I ask.
“Yes. I’ll go on a date with you.” She says.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” She blushes.
“Oh.” I smile. “Okay. Great. Text me your address and I’ll pick you up at six thirty.”
“Sounds good.” She smiles.

She turns back towards her office and I watch as she makes her way, gently brushing her hair back from her face.

“Nora?” I call. She turns around. “Wear something nice.”

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Dinner is a complete success. I manage to convince the owner of one of the nicest restaurants in town to get us on the reservation list, despite the six month waiting list. (Okay, so I have to bribe him with glass seats for the playoffs. But it’s totally worth it!)

The two of us sit close together in a small booth, secluded from the rest of the dining room. We share a bottle of Moscato and talk all about our lives before we entered the Bruins organization. I tell her all about growing up in Sweden, and she tells me what it was like being an Army brat, traveling all around the world with her father after his divorce from her mother. I find myself not wanting dinner to end because I just want to keep hearing her voice.

Towards the end of dinner, both of our phones go off at the same time. While we agreed we wouldn’t check our phones, we realize it has to be the same message. So we both check it.

Marchy: We’re going to The Fours. Meet us there.

I groan at the choice of the bar. The Fours is one of the most popular sports bars in all of Boston. It’s where we go after a huge win.

“Do you want to go?” Nora asks me, confirming that we both got the same message.
“If you want to go, we can. I didn’t have anything else planned except maybe a walk in the park. Though it’s probably a little too cold for that.”
“Well... I really don’t want this night to end. So yeah, let’s go.” She smiles.

I pay the check and wrap her jacket around her shoulders before guiding her to my car. I help her in and we make the short drive to the bar. I park in the VIP lot and guide her into the bar, quickly spotting my team mates in our usual section. They cheer when we arrive, but I catch a couple shocked looks when they spot my arm around her waist and our obvious date clothing.

“Hey! You made it!” A very drunk Marchand shouts, passing us shots. “Wait.... were you guys on a date?” He asks.
“We were.” I admit.
“It’s about fucking time!”
“To the Yeti and Nora!” Someone yells.

Everyone cheers and more shots are passed out. Before I know it, it’s almost one am and Nora and I are both absolutely smashed. I realize it’s time to get her home, and ask the bartender to call us a cab. Giggling, we climb in and I give him my address.

When he pulls up, I hand him enough for the ride and a really nice tip and help her out. It isn’t until we’re inside my door that I realize we’re both here. In my apartment. Drunk.

“Shit, I should have had him take you home first.” I admit. “I’m so sorry.”

She giggles and pushes herself up against my body, playing with the buttons on my shirt. She starts unbuttoning them and my heart rate picks up.

“Carl. You’re twenty eight but you act like you’re eighteen. You’re so oblivious and dorky and it’s adorable.” She says.
“I’m..... sorry?”
“Don’t be.” She giggles. “It’s totally a turn on.”

I feel my pants get a little tighter and she notices it too. A smirk plays on her lips but I hardly have tim to process it before they’re on mine. I press back, the alcohol taking it’s hold on my brain. I push her against the wall and pull her jacket off her shoulders, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor.

“Carl?” She asks, pulling away from my lips.
“Yeah?” I pant.
“I don’t ever do this. Like, ever. The last time I slept with a guy was my college boyfriend. But jesus, I want you so badly.”
I groan, feeling her words throughout my entire body.
“Take me to your room and fuck me.” She whispers.

That’s it for me. All my reserves are gone. I grab behind her legs and pull her up so she’s straddling my hips. I rush to my room and slam the door.

In a flash, we’re both naked and making out heavily on my bed, limbs intertwining themselves with other limbs. Fingers toying and playing with whatever they can find, causing involuntary reactions from both of us. She moans softly and I notice that throughout this ordeal I’ve become rock hard.

I pull away from her to reach towards my drawr, only to find that my stash is gone. (Not that I had a lot to begin with.)

“Fuck!” I groan, frustrated. “Baby. I’m sorry...” I start.
“It’s fine.” She breathes. “I’ve been on the pill since I was sixteen.”
“Oh. Oh.”
“Yeah.” She smiles.
“Fuck. Awesome.”

I line myself up with her and press my tip between her folds lightly. I stare into her eyes, silently asking if she’s still okay with this. She reaches up and pulls me into a kiss and I sink into her warm, inviting body.

It feels absolutely amazing. She’s so tight around me and the feeling combined with the alcohol combined with finally being with the girl that I’ve been pining over for months has me almost coming in seconds.

“Shit.” I gasp.
“Carl.” She whispers.

I take a couple deep breaths before starting to move my hips. She feels so amazing, her walls contracting around my dick. I can tell it’s been a while, so I start off slowly. But she opens up for me quickly and I start thrusting harder.

I can tell neither of us are going to last. She’s so close already, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her gasps are short and breathy, which only turn me on further.

“Fuck, Carl. Oh fuck. God. Oh yeah.” She pants.
“Nora. Baby. I’m so close.” I warn her.
“Me too, Carl. Fuck. Touch me. Please.”

I’m suddenly so ridiculously close. She’s asking me to touch her while I’m fucking her. It’s so hot.

I reach down and brush my thumb across her clit. She gasps and I press harder. It’s enough to send her over the edge and she comes, gripping my cock. I pump into her twice more before unloading myself. Stars flash behind my eyes and I moan, long and slow. Her body is still twitching under mine and I’m aware of the layer of sweat building between us.

“I’m gonna pull out now.” I warn her before pulling myself from her heat. I’m shocked at how much my body protests the cool air, wanting to be connected to her again. I roll over to my side and pull her into me.

“I swear I don’t normally do this.” She whispers.
“I can tell. You felt so amazingly tight.”
“Do you think I’m a puck slut now?” She asks, true worry in her voice.
“God, no.” I respond, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me. “I think you’re an amazingly sexy woman who slept with a man who’s been pining after her for a month after their first date. Maybe there was a bit of alcohol involved. But no, you’re not a puck slut.... Unless you’ve been sleeping with the whole team before you got to me.” I add with a wink.
“You know I haven’t been.” She says.
“I know. That’s why you’re not a puck slut.”
“Good.”

We both grow silent, feeling the effects of a long day ending with a lot of alcohol and a fantastic round of sex starting to take their toll on us.

“I like morning sex in the shower.” She says, snuggling her face into my shoulder.

Notes

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