Love, Lies, and the NHL.

"The Pittsburgh Penguins have won the Stanley Cup!" the announcer yelled. Sharks fans slowly started leaving the arena. A few of them stayed. I looked down the ice as the handshake line ended and the players saluted the sharks fans one last time for the season. I grabbed my purse and headed down to the lobby, sitting in my usual waiting spot.

You could still here the celebrations going on on the ice and I closed my eyes and sighed. "Olyvia, let's go."

I looked up and saw my boyfriend, Paul Martin, standing there in his suit and that look on his face. Losing in the Stanley Cup final was one thing. Losing to the team you had played for for five years was a different thing. "Paulie, are you..."

"Liv, I don't want to talk about it right now. Can we just go home?" he sighed. I nodded and followed him out to the car.

The car ride home was quite. I didn't know what to say. What can you say? Let me give you some background. I had met Paul in Pittsburgh. I was a bartender in shady side. Paul and other Pens were regulars. With Paul, the chemistry was instant. He's such a gentleman and is kind and funny. I fell in love from the minute I met him.

We'd been together through a few playoff disappointments and through the trade of his close friend, James Neal, but this...this was a heart-breaker. I looked over at him. His hands on the steering wheel and his eyes un-moving from the road. "Paul..."

"Yeah?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Paul's jaw clenched and relaxed "I didn't want to lose to them. Beating James was hard enough...but losing...to Sid...to Geno? I-I don't know."

"Paulie..." I said reaching over and touching his knee

Paul pulled the car into the driveway and looked over at me, "Can we just go inside?"

I nodded and followed him. He stripped off his suit coat and started undoing his tie. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Paulie, I know that losing to them was difficult for you and I know you don't want to talk about it. But when you do, I'm here."

Paul turned to me and smiled. Kissing my forehead. "Olyvia, you're perfect."

I smiled up at him "Are you okay?"

Paul nodded "Yeah. It sucks a bit right now, but to just be in the final was amazing."

I nodded "I'm proud of you, Paul Martin."

Paul smiled and kissed me "Liv, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

Paul took a deep breath "I wanted to do this when we won...even though Nealer told me it was cheesy."

"Paul, what are you..."

"Olyvia Joy Agostini, since the moment I met you, I knew you were special. When you agreed to move with me, I was so happy. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love you, Liv. I love you so much. Will you marry me?" Paul asked getting down on one knee and pulling a ring box from his suit pants

I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I nodded. "Yes, Paulie. Yes." He smiled, sliding the ring on my finger before standing up and kissing me. I kissed him back and he scooped me up into his arms. "I love you, Paul."

"I love you too, Liv." Paul smiled carrying me up to our bedroom. He pulled me onto the bed with him and we started kissing again. I reached over to him unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt. He smiled slyly at me as he pulled my Sharks t-shirt off and tossed it to the ground.

Paul straddled my hips and kissed my neck as his hands slowly moved over the fabric of my bra. "Paulie..." I moaned

"I love hearing you say my name." he smiled kissing my lips

"I love saying your name."

Paul laughed "Well, baby, I think you'll be screaming it soon." I giggled as Paul lifted me again, pressing our naked bodies together against the wall. I bit my lip as he slowly slid his hard cock inside me.

"Paul...." I moaned wrapping my arms around his neck as he thrust inside of me. His hands gripped tighter on my thighs as he ran his tongue along my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him again. "I love when you do this."

Paul smiled and carried me back to the bed, slowly letting me down "Bend over." he ordered, breathlessly

I smiled and bent over the bed, feeling him push back inside me. "Paulie..." I gasped as he pushed further inside of me hitting my g-spot with each stroke. He slowly slid his hands up my stomach and to my breasts again, gently pinching my nipples. "Paul..." I moaned gripping onto the sheets and closing my eyes. I could fell my legs tingling from the sensations he was giving to me and I knew I was getting close.

Paul sped up his pace, moaning as he gripped onto my hips, "Oylivia..."

I gripped onto the sheets tighter as I came. Soon after I felt him pull out and finish on the small of my back. He grabbed a tissue from my dresser and quickly cleaned me off. I climbed up in bed and Paul got in beside me, kissing me. "Paulie, that was amazing."

"I love you, Mrs. Martin." he smiled

I smiled at the thought of that and looked down at the ring on my finger before looking back at Paul "I love you too, Mr. Martin."

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