Never Again

** LACEY'S POV **

The past three or so months have been nothing short of amazing. Not only is my body totally healed of everything that Alex did to me, but Pat and I are stronger than we've ever been. He gave me a key to his condo in case I ever needed him, and I saw that as a big, positive step in our relationship because it meant that he trusted me. I'm a mere month away from graduating and being done with law school forever in order to begin my quest for a career! Also, Pat has slowly and successfully coaxed me into attending most of his home games. At first, being around all of the other WAGS was extremely intimidating-- most of them wouldn't even give me a second glance, treating me as if I was just another one night fling whom Patrick was trying to impress with tickets to a hockey game. However, Patrick Sharp's wife Abby took me under her wing from the get go and with a little bit of time, the other girls came around and now we are all a big group of friends who more closely resembles a family. Tonight, our Blackhawks were playing against their division rivals: the Nashville Predators. It was going to be a tight, hard-fought game and all of the ladies were sitting together in the family box anxiously watching the boys warm up.

"Oh, man, I really hope they get the win tonight", Abby said as she happily bounced her two year old daughter Sadie on her lap and while making silly faces at her. "They've been on such a bad streak lately and their frustration is even starting to get the best of me."

Elina, Niklas Hjalmarsson's wife, nodded her head in agreement. "Normally I don't mind when they get on a bit of a losing streak- the aggression can be nice in bed, sometimes." She paused and smiled to herself before her face began to form a frown. "Lately though, it's been too much. I'm constantly sore and Nik is always needing that release, you know? He's so stressed. When I tried telling him that it was becoming too much for me to keep up with, he just moped around the house for three days until I finally agreed to have sex with him again. I love him and all, but I really would like for there to be a win tonight. I miss my gentle and caring teddy bear in bed."

Most of the girls nodded and muttered their agreement with Elina, while I just stared awkwardly at my feet. Abby must have taken notice of my silence, because she immediately began quizzing me on my experiences with Pat. "How's your Patrick been lately, Lacey? I hear from my Patrick- you know, locker room talk- that he isn't the most gently person when he brings a girl home. How have you been holding up?"

It was my turn to blush a deep shade of red while continuing to look at my feet. "We, uh, haven't had sex yet."

That simple phrase was all that it took for most if not all of the jaws in the room to be on the floor followed by a large majority of the girls going, "what?"

Elina must have noticed my immediate discomfort as she put a hand on my leg reassuringly. "Oh, Lacey, why not? Are you two okay?"

"Better than okay. We're great, actually. He's been nothing but good to me."

"Then why the lack of lovin' in the bedroom? Your urges must be through the roof by now."

I took a deep breath in hopes of calming my already rapid heart rate, "I've never slept with anybody, actually. I'm a virgin."

Complete silence. It was almost as if all the babies in the room also thought that my statement was the most outrageous thing that they've ever heard because they were all stone silent, too.

"Honey," Elina cooed, "you've been together for half a year. Do you not feel comfortable?"

"No, no, I do. I'm completely comfortable with Pat. I just had a bad experience with my last boyfriend, I guess."

Abby chimed in with her opinion on the matter, "I love you Lacey, and I love you with Patrick, but he's a hockey player and a man. He has needs that need to be met. I can't imagine him being not sexually frustrated right now."

I sighed, "I know. It just hasn't come up, I guess, and he hasn't asked me about it so it never happened."

"Next time he's in a bad mood," said Abby, "try something. I guarantee his mood will brighten."

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** PATRICK'S POV **

Fucking Predators. It was the third time that we've played them this season, and it's the third time that we [i] lose [/i] to them. In the last two weeks, we've lost to Saint-Louis, Montreal, Boston, Vancouver, and now Nashville. I've been doing my best to keep my mood in check-- I know Lacey is still fragile and I'm afraid that I'll break her if I'm in too much of a bad mood. Tonight though, I was reaching my own breaking point.

I walked out of the dressing room after the game without having properly tied my tie simply because I didn't have it in me to care about my appearance anymore. I walked down the familiar hallway to the family room where everyone's significant others and children awaited their arrival and forced myself to smile at my girlfriend who gave me a lingering hug and mumbled a quiet "good game" into my chest. I planted a single kiss to the top of her head, pulled away and grabbed her hand tightly in mine. Together we said a brief goodbye to my teammates and we headed towards my hummer in silence, breaking our hand contact only to get in the car. I turned on the ignition and drove in the direction of Lacey's apartment with the full intention of dropping her off before going home to my bed, as this was our usual routine. As soon as I started driving, I took her hand in mine again over the center console and gripped it for all it was worth, repeating a familiar mantra in my head: don't get mad, you need this girl. Everything you do, you do for this girl. Getting mad will make you lose the girl, and you [i] cannot [/i] lose this girl.

When we finally reached Lacey's apartment building, I turned off the car and turned to give her a quick kiss goodbye before she exited for the comfort of her own bed. However, I was shocked when instead of getting out of the car, she grabbed both sides of my face and forced her lips on my own with her tongue immediately asking for entrance. My lips parted to give her what she wanted and we were in an intense battle of tonsil hockey, both of us trying to get enough of the other knowing that it would never happen. I was trying my best to keep my dick from twitching in my pants because I knew where this makeout was going to lead: nowhere. They never have, and I'm not thinking that today is any different. Sensing my hesitation, Lacey pulled away from our embrace and pressed our foreheads together.

"Pat," she whispered.

"What?"

"Come upstairs with me."

I was fighting with myself internally at her request. Trust me, I wanted nothing more than to go upstairs with her and see what happens but I also knew that she wasn't ready, so I knew that my answer had to be no.

"Baby, I can't. I've got an early practice tomorrow, can't afford to miss it."

Her face dropped. "Please."

"Goodnight, Lacey", I said, placing a final sweet kiss on her lips.

Hesitantly, Lacey left the vehicle and I waited until she was safely inside the building before I pulled away and turned around to go home myself.

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It was almost two in the morning when I was woken up to the feeling of my bed dipping on one side and an arm being wrapped around my bare chest from behind.

"Patty, baby."

Under the assumption that I was dreaming, I didn't reply. Hands then began rubbing and soothing my sore muscles and I was unable to contain a moan at the sensation of my overworked body being worked in just the right way.

"Lacey. Why are you here?" I mumbled sleepily.

"You need to let it out, Pat. I know that you're tired and that losing so much makes you upset. It's not a healthy relationship if you can't let me know how you really feel, babe. You don't need to hide your feelings from me."

I sighed. "It sucks, Lace. It really, really does."

"I know," she said as she moved her hands across my chest. "I know it does."

I took one of her hands in my own and twisted it to place a tender kiss on her palm. When I let her hand go, it wandered down to a place it's never been before. I couldn't stop the rush of blood that my body sent to my dick, and I was instantly hard.

"Lacey." I said warningly.

"Hmm?"

"Don't start something you can't finish."

"I won't, don't worry."

"Babe, I'm serious. The last thing I need is blue balls in the morning."

"Yeah, and I'm serious too."

I turned around in her arms to look at her face to see if there was promise behind her words, but it was too dark to see. However, she took this opportunity to shove her hand in my boxers and graze my dick with her fingers. Just the slightest touch from her and I was already close to blowing my load.

"Fuck, babe." I reached down with my own hand and grabbed hers, forcing her to stop what she was doing. "Are you sure?"

She responded by placing a simple kiss on my lips and finally wrapping her hand completely around my shaft, giving it a small squeeze. I thought I was in heaven when her voice broke through my thoughts, though it was barely a whisper.

"Patrick."

"Mm, babe?"

"I don't know how to do this- what do I do? I want to make you feel good. Gosh, I'm so stupid."
I placed a chaste kiss on her lips and with my own hand, guided her hand on my dick, moving it up and down and occasionally applying some pressure in my favorite places to be touched.

"Don't feel stupid. I need you so much. Your hand feels so good, please don't feel stupid."

Soon enough, I was unable to keep moving my hand with hers and I was overtaken by the pleasure she was giving me -- It had been over six months since I've felt a release that wasn't from my own hand, and I let out another moan.

"Baby, don't stop, fuck, please don't stop."

Picking up on my cues, she increased her pace and pressed her body against mine where I was able to feel her nipples against my chest due to her braless pyjama top and that's when I lost it. I spilled my seed both into her hand and into my boxers, shamelessly letting her name float off my lips like a prayer from above.

"Was that okay?"

I smashed my lips down on Lacey's with such a passion that I thought I wouldn't ever be able to pull away. "Baby, that was more than okay. That was great, and it was just what I needed. Thank you."
Embarrassed, she took a kleenex from the side of my bed and wiped her hand clean. Placing the tissue back down on the dresser, she laid herself down facing away from me and just as I was about to doze off into sleepy land, I pulled her to me and her body instantly wrapped around mine.

"Goodnight, Lacey."

I felt her lips against my bare back.

"Goodnight, Patrick."

Notes

Surprise, an update! Kinda short but also kind of smutty, hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think in the comments or let me know what you want to see happen :)