Perils

Evelyna’s POV

The funeral was done and we all had to just forget that there was a Tyler Seguin. We all split ways once again. As I left with Val and an extremely depressed and bloodshot-eyed Jamie Benn, I saw Sidney Crosby in the throng of players. He had his head down and was expressing sympathy and remorse. He glanced up catching my eye and nodded in understanding. Like me, he felt that Tyler’s death was partly his fault.

It was strange to think that Sidney and I shared a common thought process and feeling. But we did.

I watched as he walked off, heading the opposite way and resumed keeping his head down. I don’t exactly know why, but half of my brain had saw that scene as such, while the other half had seen something totally different.

When Sidney had glanced up, I could have sworn he had a devilish smirk on his face. I could’ve sworn that he didn’t have the sympathy and remorse, but rather the look of a villain. The same one that read, “haha, Tyler’s dead, mission accomplished”...like there was more going on.

And when he walked the other way, his smirk grew larger on his face.

But I knew that the first scene was the real one, Sidney Crosby cared.

I was shaken back to reality completely, when Val’s hand entangled itself in mine and drew my focus to him. I found him grinning at me. How could he be so happy all the time? Even when he was hurt?

“Go back and make love?” he asked, his grin widening.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Alright.”

“You can tie me up if you want.”

“No, Val, I’m not in the mood to do that, but we can make love.”

He nodded and at first he looked a little disappointed at me not wanting to tie him up. I thought it was bizarre...Valeri Nichushkin liked to be tied up by me. What a man?! He really was the best.

When we reached the car, I let Val get in first. As he got in, I groped his ass and he shouted something in Russian from the car.

“Valeri!” Jamie scolded, as the blond haired Russian sat down. “No Russian, remember, we need to get you to speak perfect English and understand English.”

“Oh, Jamie, don’t be so grouchy,” I stated, as I got in and closed the door behind me. “He’s a baby.”

“Still, Lindy wants him to speak English, not Russian.”

“Линди является жадина. (Lindy is a meanie.)” Val folded his arms and leaned against the seat.

I giggled and put my hand on his thigh. “Listen to Uncle Jamie.”

He finally sighed and unfolded his arms. I reached over with my other hand and turned his head to look at me. Then I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. When I pulled back, he was beaming at me.

We made it back to our new house, where Jamie dropped us off. We thanked him and told him that things would be okay. He seemed to understand and appreciate the concern. Val and I walked into the house.

Immediately upon entrance and the door slamming shut, I took Val and slammed him against the wall. I began to make out with his face and he attempted to respond by mirroring my moves. But I was in charge like always. I pressed myself against him and I could feel him pressing against me.

Before we could go any further, however, my phone rang. I pulled back, while Val still kissed my neck. I left one hand in Val’s hair, combing it, while I answer with my other. It was my brother. He sounded drunk and I knew he was with Patrick.

“Jonny, what’s up?”

“Hey, Kaner and I are with Sid and a few other guys. We stopped at a bar here in Dallas. I was just concerned about you. I know you blame yourself for Tyler’s death, but I just want to say that it isn’t your fault.”

“Really?”

“Well, actually Sid said for me to tell you that.”

“Oh.”

“But I do genuinely care about you. How are you holding up?”

“I’m fine. I got Nichy with me.” I smiled and looked at the man, whose face was pressed into my neck, giving me kisses. He’d paused to look at me with an extremely adorable look on his face, as I mentioned him.

“Tell him I say hi and that he’s the perfect man for you.”

“Awe, thanks Jonny, I’ll tell him that. How’s Kanerboo?”

“Eh, he’s still the same old Kanerboo he has always been.”

“That man seriously needs to lay off the booze. There’s nothing quite like drunken Kanerboo dialing you in the middle of night to tell you how much he loves your brother.”

“Well, that’s my liney and bestie for ya. But hey, thanks for saving me and the NHL. Even though Tyler didn’t make it, it was pretty cool seeing you kick ass and save me multiple times.”

“И я тоже! And me too!” Val exclaimed.

“You’re certainly welcome boys. I love you both the most and I’d never let anyone hurt you. I’ll always have your back and save you from danger. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“You’re the best sister ever, Evelyna. I hope you know that.”

“Well, you’re the best brother ever, Jonny.”

“I’ll let you get back to fooling around with the Russian. I figure that’s what you are doing, knowing you.”

“Thanks Jonny, you know me too well. Say hi to Kaner and the boys and I can’t wait for the Dallas-Chicago matchup coming soon!”

“I will. Bye, Eve.”

“Bye Jonny.”

I hung up and stuffed my phone back into my pocket and resumed what I had been doing. I pushed Val back against the wall and pinned him there, smugly smirking at him, “Now, where were we, baby?” I pinned his wrists against the wall and grabbed his other wrist and guided it behind me. He got the clue and put his hand on my ass, cupping a feel. I took my hand and grabbed him, making him jolt, clenching his body against the wall. He responded by squeezing me. I humped him and squeezed him harder.

“I want you inside of me, Valeri.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Let’s get to the bedroom...and what the hell, I’ll tie you up!”

Val smiled largely when I said that. I don’t think he could have been anymore excited about anything. We dropped the position and I snatched his hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom. I flung him inside and closed the door behind me.

****

Val and I did live happily ever after. We got married during his fifth year in the league. Nathan and Christina got engaged in Nathan’s fourth year and married in the fifth. We held joint weddings and our brothers came. They were both happy for us and ended up falling in love - finally - with one another. The bromance of Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane became more; they were lovers.

Sven Kramer did die from the blows to his head. He never woke up and his body was burned to ashes. He was gone for good.

Jamie Benn eventually got over Tyler and forgot about him.

But the NHL didn’t.


THE END.

Notes

The end. It's a happy ending of course!!
And hey, I got my hockey stick, which named Klyushka in honor of Valeri's native language and the Russian word for "hockey stick". (Klyushka is the name of Val's stick in Devyatka, another story I have on here.)
Aw, man, this one is done. I'll let you all reflect on it's awesomeness now. Haha!!
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this little tale. Remember this started from a simple dream I had, where Sidney Crosby kidnapped Val and Jonny and Kaner. He tied the Blackhawks up in an airplane hanger and in my dream, unfortunately neither escaped or were saved. They were burned alive. Sorry. But that's what happened in my dream. I saved Val of course, cause even my naughty and disturbing brain couldn't fathom him dying. Anyway, getting into another long ass rant.
THANKS FOR READING AND LIKING IT!! IT MEANS ALOT!!!!