One Shots
Gabriel Landeskog (3)
It was the Av’s day off, so Gabe decided to stay in for the day and chill with you. Its started with him waking up before you to brew some coffee, so that by the time you got up the house smelled like Starbucks. He even brought you breakfast (and coffee) in bed, climbing back in and turning the TV on. You stayed there all morning, warm under the sheets, only pausing the movies when Gabe fetched you more coffee.
But by the time the afternoon rolled around, you were bored, and he could sense you were getting restless.
"What else are we gonna do today, Gabe?" you asked, rolling out of bed, still in pajamas after noon to pull on one of Gabe’s sweaters that he always left lying by your side of the bed (probably because he suspected you’d wear it anyways and leave it there, so why not just do it for you?). "I’m getting bored, and I need more food."
He laughed. “You always do, you’re like a bottomless pit!” he joked, poking you in the side. You screeched, turning around to tackle him for tasering you. “Hey, that was uncalled for!” you grumbled, smirking. You held his wrists down, and he just grinned. “What are you so happy about?”
"Oh nothing, just thinking of ideas on what to do next." There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, and he flipped you over to tickle your stomach.
"No, no, oh god, no! Not tickling!” You managed to wrestle him off, panting. He stood on the other side of the bed, like a lion about to pounce. “Oh no,” you whispered, still smiling.
As soon as he moved, you bolted out of the room, and Gabriel shot after you. He chased you around the house, you laughing every time he got close, and eventually found yourself at a stalemate by the island in the kitchen. You hunched over, panting, but Gabe had barely broke a sweat.
"Ready to surrender?" he asked, eyes gleaming.
"Nope!" You dashed away from behind the island, towards the bedroom once more. He finally caught you just as you whipped through the door. You shrieked, kicking at him to let you go until he dropped you on the bed and pinned you down, caressing your lips with his own. He worked his hands down your body until he found the bottom of your-his- sweater, pulling it upwards to reveal your tanktop and bare shoulders, and eventually wrangling it off your body and discarding it to the side.
He drew his fingers lightly across your exposed skin, raising goosebumps and causing you to lift your back off the bed. He only raised an eyebrow at this, smirking, before deciding to replace his fingers with his lips, gently suckling on your bared flesh. It tormented you, but you could only gasp. His eyes glinted naughtily, and he brought his mouth up to your ear.
"Do you surrender yet?" he whispered.
"Never."
