Dmitrij Jaskin One-Shots

I clicked my boots against the metal underneath my seat, waiting. I wasn't a very patient person though, so I began to click a rhythm that matched the moaning of the zamboni on the ice. It would be anytime now, right?

"Looking for someone?" An unknown voice asked. I snapped my head, hearing the Czechish Russian accent, but was slightly disappointed. "I take it that it wasn't me." He laughed sitting next to me. He leaned back, to look at my jersey. "Ah, Tarasenko." I rose my eyebrow. Who said I was looking for him, this could be my dad's jersey for all he knew. "I could get Vladimir if you would like."

"No thank you." I stated looking back out at the ice.

"Do you skate?"

"A little. I'm not very good though."

There was a silence as he was thinking. "So why are you still here?"

"You have a lot of questions Jaskin."

"Ah so she's does know my name."

"Of course I do."

"Whats yours then?"

"Samantha." I turned my gaze towards him, a blush fell over my face as he smirked.

"You'll are very cocky you know."

He laughed. "Not really, Vladimir happens to be though. I'd rather see my name on your jersey."

My smile became large, "Who says I don't have one?"

"Why don't you wear it?" His face now turned to surprise, then disappointment.

"Well if I knew when you were going to be here instead of Chicago I would." I stuck my tongue out rocking on the edge of my chair.

He grinned again. "Well maybe Ill have to let you know."

I rolled my eyes, falling back onto the chair. "You guys really are quite amazing. On the ice I mean. Sometime I just watch the movement on the ice, the way your skates slide- sorry. I'm rambling."

He smiled, "No it's fine, it's kinda cute."

I huffed and rolled my eyes at another one of his attempted to flirt.

"I mean," he started, "most girls would be all over me by now."

"So you've used that line before?" I interrupted.

He seemed surprised, "and well you aren't stupid either." I shrugged letting him continue. "And you look like a girl that knows a thing or two about hockey." I could feel the corner of my lips curl into a smile.

I turned to him again. "You could say that."

"You also look like you could rough someone up if you wanted too. If they wouldn't stop flirting with you."

"I probably could." I grinned, leaning more into the arm rest.

"I might have to take you up on that." He smiled. I laughed falling back into my chair. Even though I really had been waiting for Tarasenko, Jaskin wasn't that bad. A terrible flirt, but he was cute. I had to give him that. As i looked over at him a sneaky smile crossed his face.

"Come on."

"Right now?" I gasped as he pulled me up from my chair.

"Yeah why not?" He chuckled. "If you think you can handle it." I glared and responded with a smile.

I stumbled in after him, immediately taking note of the few players that rummaged around the room, trying to find their things. Their heads peaked up, smiled, and went back to their own business. I felt a blush sweep across my face as Sobokta was taking off his shirt. I adverted my eyes to Jaskin, opened my mouth to ask a question and felt his long finger against my lips.

"What size shoe do you wear?"

"8." I managed to say against his finger. He smiled and went to the other side of the room, dug through a box, and brought back a pair of old hockey skates.

"Sit." He instructed. I promptly sat down on a bench as he grabbed one of my ankles. He looked at me and flashed a smile, quickly lacing up a skate. I pursed my lips, he damn well knew I knew how to do this. He quickly finished the other and helped me stand up. I wobbled a bit as he walked me over to his locker. I sat down as he quickly laced up. I ran my fingers over a photograph stuck inside his locker door.

"Who's this?"

"My dad," he smiled "taught me everything he knows." I smiled in return as he stood up.

I shook my head, "Im not very good at this you know. I just watch hockey on TV."

"You're not backing down are you?"

"No," I grinned "Just when I fall on my ass you can't make fun of me." I struggled to stand up. He almost laughed until I gave him a look. He smiled and took my hands. As I pulled up he pulled me over his shoulder. I gasped and broke out in laughter, "What are you doing Jaskin?" I giggled as he slung me over like a rag doll.

"Just giving you a head start." I lightly tapped his back with my fist as he carried me out to the ice.

As we reached the ice, he pulled me back over and planted me on the ice. I immediately grabbed onto his chest. He started to laugh. "Oh my god." I gasped slowly sliding backwards. He quickly grabbed my lower back and pulled me towards him. I blushed fiercely. "I meant to do that."

"Uh huh." He nodded as he let his grip go and again I slid backward. I fumbled a little and ended up half bent over trying to catch my balance. I knew I looked retarded. Dmitrij quickly skated behind me and I felt my ass bump into him. I huffed and rolled my eyes. "Enjoying the view?" I muttered into my chest.

"You could say that." He chuckled. "Want help?"

"No." I growled, pushing my fingertips to the ice. "Yes." He let out a loud laugh and placed his hands on my hips.

"Hey, Dmitrij have a good night," a light chuckled came from outside the rink. I rose my head slightly, peaking though my hair. "Not too good though, we have practice tomorrow morning." I felt my face burn hot as Tarsenko waved goodbye.

"I should introduce you guys sometime." I could almost guess Dmitrij had a shitty grin plastered on his face. Here I was with my ass firm on Dmitrij's crotch in front of my favorite player.

"Shut up. Are you going to help me, or keep touching my ass?" I asked in a teasing manner.

"I'm fine with doing either." I rolled my eyes again.

His fingers moved up a little, pulling me up to stand straight. I oddly felt comfortable as his thumbs pressed into my hips; until I felt him move. "W-What are we doing?" I nervously asked as he started to skate behind me. "Holy shit." I closed my eyes as he started to pick up speed, "Ah! Jaskin!" I laughed as we sped around the rink.

I opened my eyes and glue my hands over his. "Is this what it's like? To play hockey?"

"The flying part, yeah. Minus the body checks and the puck." He laughed.

"Can we skate backwards?" I asked, tilting my head to look at him. He was closer than I though. Damn him, he really was cute.

"Of course." He smiled and flipped me the opposite directions in a heart beat. I gasped as I could feel the smile graze across my face. "Just acting like your walking." He smiled, biting his lower lip as he watched my feet. I held onto his forearms as his hands still were locked on my hips.

I was beginning to wonder if that completely necessary. My curiosity got the better of me, "Do you have a thing for my waist Jaskin?" I grinned. But soon my smile was gone as he let go and I wobbled on the ice. Of course physics directed pushed me onto his chest. This time he held my sides firm, and pressed my body against his. My jaw hung open a little, caught of guard.

"I think I just have a 'thing' for you in general." He said almost seriously.

I stared up at him for a moment and leaned onto my tippy toes. But, me being me, I forgot I was on ice and slid again. I wasn't meant to be a romantic. Damn him and his height- "Hey that's my ass-" my sentence was cut short by the crash of his lips.

I wrapped one arm around his neck and the other clung to his jersey. I bit at his lower lip begging for more, and I received. Our tongues touched slightly as both of our mouths opened, then they tangled together. My heart started to beat faster and all of a sudden my feet were moving. Then I was roughly shoved him the side of the glass. I gasped for air and looked him directly in the eye. We both knew what was going to happen and there was nothing neither one of us could do about it, even if we had wanted too. Then as quick as it happened, our lips found each other again and I wrapped my legs around him. He held me by my ass, just like when he first kissed me, but now his finger pressed roughly in my skin. Being against the glass and holding me was going to take a toll eventually. I parted are lips slightly and both of us panted,

"Locker room."

We both struggled into the locker room. We tried to take each others clothes off, but just ended up falling on to the soft mats of the locker room. I gasped as the air was knocked out of me, but it only stunned me momentarily and I began to claw at his underarmor, sliding it over his head to expose his hard abdomen. I gawked at him for a moment, running my hand over the pale ripples over his stomach. Damn. I looked back up to his eyes only to see that cocky smile again. I laughed and captured his mouth with mine. Soon he took off my jersey and tanktop and I was left only in my bra and jeans. Well and hockey skates. I fumbled with his zipper and I felt him hastily untie his skates and slip them off. After, he reached down to mine and ripped them off my feet. He paused when he looked back up. He rolled my button around in this thumbs and stared at me. I cocked my eyebrow. Here we were, on a mat, half naked, him on top of me, hockey gear everywhere, and he was staring at me.

"What?" I laughed, not resisting the urge to run my fingers over his abs again.

"I was just thinking, you never answered my question."

"What do you mean?" I propped myself up in my elbows.

"If you were looking for Tarasenko." I could tell in his eyes that he was worried, probably that I wasn't thinking it was him that I was about to do this with. Which was completely wrong.

"I was and wasn't."

"You had his jersey on."

"Yeah, because he's a good shot. I imagine your slapshot is impressive too." I wiggled my eyebrows and he smiled. "I was just wanting something to happen. Either it was an autograph or having my ass planned on someone else teaching me too skate."

"So you were looking for a one night stand?"

"No..." I started again. "I was looking for something to change. For something to happen. Were you? Looking for a one night stand?" I cocked my eyebrow, not caring too much if he said yes.

He bit at his lip and smiled. "There's no way tonight is only going to be a one time deal." He said unbuttoning my pants.

"Well lets see that shot of yours first." I chuckled.

Notes

I will be writing a part two to this, just haven't had the time to yet. If you liked it, please comment! Thank you. xo