Looking Up

-----Steve's POV

"Thanks for taking me to the doctor," Elle says with a big smile.

"You can stop thanking me for the small stuff already," I admit with a small laugh as I give her a quick kiss on her forehead and start the truck.

"But still, thanks," she murmurs as she bites her lip with a grin. She switches on the radio and puts on our favorite station. As I glance over and watch her happily sing along to the music, I can't help but to feel overjoyed. Even though I haven't been able to play for the past 2 weeks, it's been amazing spending time with Elle- especially since she's gotten her crutches so we can go more places. Her bruises have faded away finally and she was looking and sounding more and more like herself.

"So are you nervous?" I ask her as I get on the interstate towards the doctor's office.

"Yes and no," she confesses, "I'm hoping I'll get these hard casts off and I can move around better but if not- well- that'll suck ass."

I chuckle at her phrasing, "Yeah I can understand that."

When we get to the doctor's office, I help her out of the truck and we make our way slowly into towards the building. Once we sign in, it's not soon after we're called into the room. The doctor comes in swiftly and asks her how everything is feeling.

"Your ribs are looking healed," he says as he examines the x-rays that were taken yesterday, "very good, Ms. Bostic." I take Elle's hand in mine and squeeze it as she gives me an excited smile. She grips onto my hand tighter as Dr. Martin examines her arm and leg x-rays next.

"Well," Dr. Martin starts to say and hesitates, making draw in a nervous inhale, "looks like we can take off the hard casts today."

Elle lets out a happy sigh, "That's awesome! Thank you!"

"No problem Ms. Bostic," he smiles, "I'll be right back with some nurses to help take off the casts." Once he leaves the room, Elle hugs me and keeps telling me how excited she is. After Elle gets her casts off, one of the nurses tells her what she'll have to do to take care of her leg and arm. As we walk out of the building, Elle is so excited she doesn't have a cast weighing her down.

"Be careful Bambi!" I yell as I walk behind her- she was really pushing her leg's stability.

"Fine- I know- I mean, I'm sorry," she says with a smile and waits for me to catch up to her to continue walking to the truck.

When we get back to the apartment, Elle washes her arm and leg multiple times, trying to get the muggy smell out of her skin- something that was driving her crazy since she got the casts on. She comes of out of the shower with a small pink plush towel wrapped around her and I look over her body, admiring her figure. She gives me a playful look, bites her lip, and raises her eyebrow at me, asking me "Do you like what you see?" with her actions.

Right when I'm about to intertwine my fingers in her hair, her phone starts to ring, blaring through the empty kitchen.

"I have to get that," she admits roughly, "it might be my mom asking about the doctor's."

"Yes yes of course," I say with a groan and follow her into the living room.

"Oh it's Jamie!" she chimes and I give her a hopeful look, wishing this meant she wouldn't answer the phone and we could get back to where we left off. Elle shakes her head and laughs, "Still going to answer it, Steve."

"I'm really going to have to give Jamie a hard time for this," I confess. It's not that I didn't want them talking- it's just Elle and I haven't been able to do anything so far. I didn't want to push her and her re-hurting her ribs, leg, or neck- now that the doctor says she's almost as good as new, I just want to take her into the bedroom, kitchen, anywhere, and fuck- it's been 3 months and I just want her more than ever.

Thoughts of what she looks like underneath her towel cloud my mind so I quickly switch into my workout clothes and tell her that I'm heading to the optional gym workout while she's still on the phone with Jamie.

**

The blaring music encourages me to pound on the punching bag harder and harder with every blow. Anger and frustration from not being able to play the entire month push me to hit the bag faster. The noise and guys around the weight room vanish as I become more entranced in my workout.

"Woah Mase, cool down there buddy," G says to me after he yanks the right headphone from my ear.

"Just working out my arms," I huff and grab my water and down half of it.

"What's up?" Jakub asks as he walks up to us, "You look like you're about to kill someone."

"Just frustrated. I haven't been able to help you guys out at all when we should start making the push for playoffs," I admit. Even though I was starting to practice on the ice with them, I was still not playing games- where I was really needed.

"You know you shouldn't feel bad about that," Jake says, "are you sure that's all that's bothering you buddy?"

"Uh- yeah don't worry about it," I say hoping they won't push further- I wasn't about to tell them about my non-existent sex-life. It wasn't anybody's fault of course- it was just hard being around Elle and staying off of each other- knowing it was impossible to do anything while we were both injured.

"Oh I know what's going on," G says with a smirk, "Did Elle get those casts off and cleared by the doctor?" he asks, more curious about whether we were doing anything rather than how she was feeling.

I give him a stern look hoping no one else was really paying attention to what we were talking about, "she just got them off today actually."

"How long has it been? Weeks?" G asks with a grin.

"Months," I correct him and both Jake and G let out sympathetic ooo's, "my mind has been going crazy."

-----Elle's POV

I stay on the phone with Jamie for a good hour, talking about the wedding plans, flowers, dresses and what I'd be wearing as maid of honor. I can't believe she is getting married- nonetheless in a four months- I guess smaller weddings don't take as much planning. The only thing I'm nervous about is that aunt Kate and I have been chosen to make her wedding cake.

Once we say our goodbyes, I decide to tidy up the kitchen- it feels so good to be able to move around well. I turn on Spotify and put on some music to sing along to keep me occupied while I clean. Over the music, I hear the door open behind me and loud music coming from headphones.

"Steve you really should turn that music down you're gonna kill your ears," I say as I begin to turn around. Steve peels off his jacket and his sweaty t-shirt as he walks towards me with dark eyes filled with a certain hint of desire and butterflies take flight in my stomach. "Steve," I utter and his lips come crashing down onto mine hard and passionate. I hold onto his damp biceps as he tangles his fingers in my wavy loose hair, still damp from the shower.

I bite his lip to push him further and he tightens his grip against me. Steve feels for the bottom of my t-shirt, rips it above my head and flings it across the room. I wrap my arms around his neck and he places his hands on my ass; in one motion, he picks me up and I drape my legs over my waist.

"Steve, what about your knee?" I ask in between kisses.

"Don't worry about it Bambi," he whispers.
Steve walks over to the table, holding me with ease, and with one hand clears everything off the kitchen table with one strong swipe causing everything to land on the floor with it's own thumps and ringing clangs.

He lays me on the table softly and with one swift pull, he takes off my leggings leaving only my bra and panties left to be ripped off with his stern roaming hands. Every touch from his hands leaves my skin burning, "I've been waiting for this so long," I whisper against his lips, which causes him to kiss me harder and brush his tongue against my bottom lip. I moan into his mouth and he immediately tugs at my bra, breaks the clasps completely off with a tear and tosses it across the room.

"You're lucky that wasn't expensive," I tease and he laughs softly against my lips.

"You're lucky I'm holding back," he hisses as he slides his fingers up my thigh slowly and then roughly pushes them past my folds, setting my core ablaze. Shivers go up my spine and my head rolls back with a moan- I've been waiting for this for so long. I prod at Steve's arm to make him pull his fingers away and when he does, he gives me a confused look.

"My turn," I say with a smirk and bite my lip.

-----Steve's POV

Elle gives a devilish grin, sits up on the table, puts her hand on my lower abdomen and pulls me into her to kiss her. She puts two fingers inside the waistline of my boxers and teases me by moving them across my waist. Suddenly, she shoves down my boxers, wraps a hand around my length, and begins to stroke it at a quick pace. I moan into her mouth- I forgot how good it felt to be touched by her.

"I can't take it much longer Bambi," I utter, stifling a moan. She laughs softly and I can feel her smiling against my lips. It takes all of my will to take her hands away from me and put them around my neck. I pick her up of the table and set her down in front of me. I part our lips and place my forehead against hers, both of us panting from the sexual tension. I take in the sight of her body and begin to kiss her once again. I back her up into the closest wall, kissing her harder and harder every second as she claws at my back, asking for more than just my lips.

She slips her tongue into my mouth and starts to stroke my length again, pushing me to the limit, "fuck Elle," I growl and she responds with a faster pace. I swiftly lift her up with ease and pin her up against the wall; Elle wraps her legs lightly around my waist. I adjust her, line myself up with her core and push into her in one motion; we both moan with satisfaction. With every thrust into her she whimpers and arches her back more and more. I push her up against the wall with more force until we can't possibly can't get any closer.

I take her away from the wall and carry us to the light blue couch in the living room. I lay her down in the corner of the couch roughly with my hand behind her head. She claws at my back as I thrust into harder than before- I couldn't hold myself back no matter how hard I tried, and she was loving every second of the power she held over me.

**

"Well that was unexpected," she admits with a smile, now laying on top of me on the couch stripped of all its pillows.

"I couldn't hold back anymore," I confess and she presses her lips against mine sweetly.

"Well I'm glad- I was tired of you handling me like I had glass bones," she laughs softly.

I run my fingers through her loose hair and push it behind her ear. Suddenly my phone starts to ring and I see G's number show up on the screen. Elle grabs it off the coffee table and hands it to me, "I'll be right back, want some water?" she asks as I swipe over to answer the call. I mouth yes please with a smile before I place the phone against my ear. Elle wraps the blanket hanging over top of us, around her naked body and shuffles cutely into the kitchen.

"Hey G," I say with a smile watching Elle disappear into the kitchen.

"Mase! Got some news for you," he begins to say, "Chief wanted me to tell you that you're gonna start playing next week."

"That sounds great," I say, relieved that I'm finally able to start playing again after a few weeks, "away games starting next week, right?"

"Yeah, I think so- right?" he asks.

I peer over the couch and see Elle is nowhere in sight; I whisper just to make sure Elle can't hear me, "well, let's just say we've got to go on a mission for something- including a ton of jewelry stores."

Notes

Hey! Hope you like the chapter - and hopefully it's not terrible smut lol. Anyways- thanks so much for reading and subscribing. I'm really starting to miss watching the Flyers- how bout you guys? Leave some feedback if you want- I love hearing what you're thinking about the story! Thanks! New chapter will be up before the weekend!