One Shots
Evgeni Malkin
It was late, and Geno wasn’t home from his game yet. You decided to take a shower, to pass the time and keep yourself awake.
Only once you had the water turned on did you hear the door open and footsteps pace down the hall. You had left the bathroom door slightly ajar in case he came home while you were showering. He must have heard the running water, because he pushed the door open. “I join you?” he asked hopefully a small smile evident on his face as he gazed into the bathroom.
“Come on in,” you replied, and he entered, closing the door behind him. He instantly found your lips, pressing his to them for a quick kiss hello.
You pushed him away playfully. “Eww, you stink!” you exclaimed, wrinkling your nose.
Evgeni laughed. “Shower will wash stink,” he grinned, shedding his game-day suit and pulling you into the shower.
This wasn’t something you usually did, showering together, but tonight, it was nice. It was not a sexual shower, only sensual. There were no distractions, nothing to interrupt the peace, just the pure essence of each other amid the steam. You stood underneath the cascading water, head on his chest, felling the tension in Geno’s muscles melt away as the hot water streamed down your bodies.
Neither of you got out of the shower until your skin was wrinkled like a raisin. Even though you dried individually, the sensuality didn’t disappear.
By the time you got to bed, you weren’t tired anymore, but tranquil and relaxed. You could feel Geno’s large, strong hands as he gently kneaded the back of your neck, releasing any tightness remaining. You sighed; you loved it when he did that- he always knew exactly where the knots in your neck were and how to get them out.
Eventually he stopped, once he was sure all the knots in the muscle had been rubbed out. “Stay,” he told you. “Have something to show you.” He eased out of the bed, careful as not to disturb your position. You could see him searching for something in the pockets of his discarded suit, but you weren’t sure what.
He must have found whatever he was looking for quickly, because he soon returned, though he didn’t climb back in. Instead, he knelt down on one knee, presenting a small, velvet-covered box. He opened it, and inside was the most elegant diamond ring you had ever seen.
“I love you. You marry me, become Mrs. Malkin?” he asked, affection sparkling in his eyes.
You threw you arms around his neck to kiss him. “Of course I will.”
