One Shots
Teuvo Teräväinen (4)
You knew Teuvo could see you flirting with Shaw. If that was the only way to attract his attention, so be it. You didn’t think you’d be at this party for much longer, anyways. The effects of the alcohol were already starting to creep up, making you slightly tipsy. It was still early in the night though, and the house was slowly filling with the Blackhawks and their friends. Poolside, Toews and Kane had already gathered a crowd, and you slipped through to see what they were doing. It appeared as though they were going to challenge each other to a dive-off, already in their swim shorts. You laughed, guessing alcohol may be a factor.
You watched them bicker over the rules for a few minutes, before deciding to head back into the house. You had just entered when someone pulled you off to the side. It was Teuvo, and he looked angry. “Why do you keep flirting with Shaw?” he hissed. “He’s not even that funny.” You took a glance over to the couch where Shaw and Bollig were entertaining their friends, but Teuvo noticed, glaring over at them.
“It’s not like you care, anyways,” you retorted. “I can flirt with whoever I want; you don’t own me.” He just growled, exasperated, throwing his hands into the air. You rolled your eyes and turned to step away, but Teuvo put a hand out and stopped you.
“Can’t you see there’s someone else trying to get your attention?”
You just glared at him. This night was starting to go downhill. “Well, you certainly aren’t trying hard enough.”
He sighed. “Then what am I supposed to do when I try to talk to you and you get mad and ignore me?”
You shook your head. “Have you tried this?” you asked, quickly pushing him up against the wall, kissing him roughly. You could taste the vodka on his lips, and it only made you kiss him harder, slowly feeling him weaken beneath you. But as soon as Teuvo stopped fighting you, you broke the kiss.
Teuvo smirked once he regained his breath. “Hmm. Maybe I’ll have to try that next time.” But you were already walking away.
