Two weeks later we’re in Nashville.

I, the ultimate, supportive puck bunny am watching my boyfriend get drilled into the boards — the third time this game alone. I flinched into Hailey instinctively who was already busy doing the same into Andrew.

“Jeez, Toews, you better watch out or your boyfriends gonna crumble!” a Nashville fan chuckled in the background, earning him a stern look from both Hailey and I.

Trying my best to ignore assholes like him who’d been hounding Chicago fans the whole first half of the first period, I returned my attention to the ice, 2-0 blinking on the scoreboard. Knowing Patrick, tonight I was definitely going to be sleeping alone tonight. Fingers clenched into fists, a crossed my arms over my chest, the fabric of my original Patrick Kane jersey being the only thing keeping me warm and calm in the midst of the 3-2 lead Chicago seemed to be dropping. That, and the faint scent of Patrick that still lingered along the collar from the days before when I’d left the jersey in a pile of his clothes… on his floor… if you get what I’m saying.

Yes: Patrick Kane does find it extremely sexy when you walk around in his jersey. Just his jersey.

Within my lust driven thoughts, the Blackhawks answered the prayers of hundreds as a buzzer sounded and Patrick Sharp pumped a fist in the air, screaming along with his teammates as the score was up to 2-1. A smirk curled onto my mouth as I turned back to the Nashville fan.

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An 8:44 blinked on the clock as Nashville pulled it to 3-1. Crawford was in.

7:51 and I lined up around the crease. Jonny fought for the faceoff, just managing to tip it through traffic as he pushed back against a Nashville player, leaving me to push through and swipe the puck. Regaining balance, I looked back and slid the sauced the puck to Sharp, and in a moment a shot ripped off his stick and into the net, screams bursting through the crowd as Toews and I patted each other, joining the rest of the team in celebration with Sharp.

“That one was for my date, Kaner,” Patrick teased as I crashed into him, smirking as we skated back into position. First power play goal of the series brought it back 3-2. I sent a sideways glance into the stands where I knew Allison sat, a smile creeping onto my dry lips as she pulled at her jersey, winking at me.

God, I really had to score. If not for my team, then for my smoking hot girlfriend who’d prance around naked in that exact jersey later that night.

8 seconds left in the first period. Richards on the faceoff. A quick win and it’s snapped back to Patrick.

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“Oh God, yes… yes… YEAH BABY!” I’m screaming over the crowd, standing up along with the other fans in our section as Patrick celebrates his quick goal. 6 seconds left and Andrew and I are on our feet, Hailey remaining seated as she gave both Andrew and I tired look — considering it was only the first period, the game was feeling a lot longer than usual.

“I don’t know how you keep up with your all-star of a boyfriend,” she smiled gently, leaning into Andrew as we all sat back down. I smirked at her remark, taking a moment to send a know it all glance back at the Nashville fan from earlier who clearly didn’t think it was as funny as I did.

I knew they would win then. And into the third as the score was finally tipped to 4-3 for the Hawks, I knew they’d secured this series. Unfortunately, Nashville fans refused to pick up on that until the last seconds on ice.

...

Several comments and a butt grab later the buzzer was sounding and the boys were up on the jumbo screen, flickering between players and fans as everyone in red was cheering on away territory. Patrick didn’t fail to send a wink and a smile in my direction, earning me a short moment on the screen as I returned the wink and turned to show off the 88 on my jersey, despite the disapproving look from Jon. With a chuckle, the Blackhawks skated off the ice after a handshake, leaving their drunken fans to celebrate the victory amongst themselves as Andrew, Hailey, and I struggled to push through crowds.

“I think we’re just gonna head home, alright?” Andrew nudged me, arms already open for a hug as Hailey tried to disguise a yawn in the background.

“Yeah, for sure! Good night guys, thanks for coming!” I called over the background noise, quickly embracing Andrew and continuing to tug Hailey in for a limp hug. “I’m assuming that I should avoid our place tonight?” I smirked, earning a knock in the arm from Hailey with a tired smirk.

“Can’t promise what you’ll be walking into if you d—oooooo come home,” she smiled through a yawn, leaning and stumbling back into Andrew who she expected to keep her upright.

“You guys get out of here, I’m fine to wait for Pat and Jon,” I smiled, shooing them off as I retreated back, already encircled in a crowd.

Stumbling out of the conversation I’d fallen into, I glanced around, not as familiar with the Nashville arena yet as I would have been at home. After questioning a few security guards I managed to find some familiar faces, standing in the background of the more committed hockey wives who were already being reunited with their men. I leaned back against the windowsill, which acted as some sort of seat, feeling my eyes grow heavy. After what only felt like seconds, I felt a tug at my sleeve.

“Hey there… I’m a big fan,” I opened my eyes to a grinning face. The man was pail, blonde hair slicked back into a hairstyle similar to Patrick’s during playoffs. With a groggy glance, I could have mistaken the two from a distance, but his face was nothing like Patrick’s. Uneven teeth and a busted lip smiled back at me, creeping green hues following me as I leaned forwards with a forced smile pushing onto my mouth.

“Oh, hi… can I help you?” I tried my best to look around for someone I knew through my peripheral vision, planning for the worst because — literally — this guy gave me the creeps.

“Yeah, a picture,” he snickered, slipping an arm around me in a tight hold I couldn’t manage to immediately escape. “You!” he snarled, turning instantly stern as one of the women turned around, Richards looking from around her with a skeptical look.

“Excuse me?” Brad stepped out, leaving his bags with whom I assumed with his wife, making eye contact with me before continuing forwards. “Hey, Allison…” his tone was calm but his eyes were locked with the others, eyebrows furrowed.

“Picture, please.” A pale hand shoved the iPhone towards Brad and I gave a subtle nod, just wanting to get it over with. I smiled reluctantly, shoulders relaxing slightly as I spotted Patrick in the back, smile fading as he saw the man with his jersey beside me, holding me flush against him. I awkwardly slipped out of his hold, smiling briefly as the guy gave his phone an awestruck glance.

“Thank you,” I whispered, patting Richards on the back as he smiled and nodded, turning back to his wife as he sent a nod of acknowledgement at Patrick who was closing in on the guy.

“Thank you, Allison Toews,” he smiled, not taking his eyes off his phone.

“No problem,” I forced a smile, hands sliding into the back pockets of my jeans as I glanced over at Patrick with a relived expression. “What’s your name again?”

“Patrick Kane.”

I took a moment to register the mumble, eyebrows furrowing as I glanced from Patrick to the man, but he’d already snuck away, head down and blonde hair slicked under a Blackhawks hat.

“Who was that?”

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I watched as her shoulders clearly relaxed, her expression returning to normal as she turned to face me, pulling me into a relived hug.

“I have no clue, honestly,” her breath was cool against my neck, my arms tightening around her as I watched the freak slink away.

“Weirdo, huh…” I tried to smile, pulling back from the hug with my hands remaining. Eventually, her worry faded into a wide grin, pulling my lips down to her’s in excitement.

“Semi-finals, baby!” she chuckled, squealing as I pulled her into another bear hug.

“Celebration tonight,” I smirked, a hand lifting as I dragged my thumb across her cheek. I pressed a final kiss to her forehead as we turned to leave. I felt her head lean against my shoulder with a groan, nonetheless lifting a hand to wave at her approaching brother. “Tazer,” I grinned, reaching out to slap him on the arm.

“Jeez, Kane, what’d you do? Knock her out?” he chuckled, evading Allison’s lazy attempt at hitting him with a smile. “I’m assuming you aren’t gonna come out with the boys tonight then?”

I felt her hand slip up the back of my suit jacket, fingers trailing along my back tauntingly, my head shaking with a crooked smile.

“No, we’re having our own party at home.”

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“Fuck, Patrick!”

My fingers trailed down his back, fingernails lifting from his skin as he released inside of me, head drooping to rest against my neck. “Yeah, you just did,” he chuckled, causing my skin to tingle as his chest vibrated against mine. Gradually, as our breaths relaxed, his lips pressed against my neck one last time before he fell back onto his side of the bed, head slowly canting to look at me with his typical asshole of a smile.

“You owe me a solid 11 hours of sleep and breakfast in bed for that, asshole,” with a groan, I curled a leg around his, head resting on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around me, leaving my hand to rest on his chest. His breaths were uneven, chest vibrating with laughter as his head tilted to press a kiss atop my hair, shutting me up instantly.

After moments of silence, our breaths evened. “I owe you a lot more than that,” he smirked, sighing as his fingertips trailed along my shoulder idly. “I love you, Allison Toews.”

I stilled for a moment, my fingers continuing to trail along the muscles of his abdomen, smiling to myself as I curled my head into his side, attempting to mask my expression.

“You don’t have to say anything… I just — I love you, Allison.”

Several beats passed, the silence a ghost throughout the room as we remained still under the covers. Slowly, I pushed myself up, flush against him as my hands found their way to cup his cheeks. “I love you so much, Patrick Kane.” I pulled his lips to mine, feeling his curl into a smirk as we kissed, my lips parting in a grin as my tongue grazed against his teeth.

As I pulled away, his hands found their way to my hips, holding me flesh against him as we remained with eyes locked on one another. And, as that was clearly too long being serious for Patrick, he flipped me onto my side with a chuckle, pulling me back across the sheets and into him. “You want eggs or pancakes tomorrow morning?”

Notes

wow okay so there goes the author note... yeah, that went better than expected! i'm glad to be back and writing, i'm going to be taking my time with the next chapter and maybe updating some other stuff as well.

thank you to everyone who's sticked around during my breaks! i hope to keep things consistent from now on. i'm going to be going through the playoffs now as they happened in real life, and i'll probably end it at them winning the cup. i might continue on, i might start a continuation, i'm not sure to be honest.

hope you all enjoy!