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Girl, The Way You Movin'

One and Done

Derick made his way into the Chicago club and he couldn’t be more nervous. The Blue Jackets had just won one of the most important games of the season. They had just beaten the 2010 Stanley Cup champs, putting themselves closer to the play offs and dragging Chicago’s beloved Blackhawks farther away.

Now, Mr. Brassard knew how crazy some of these fans could be and he couldn’t help but wonder how many people wanted to seek revenge on any team that stood in their way. All of his worries were quickly forgotten when he made eye contact with the fiery red head across the room.

He could tell by that smile that she held nothing against him.

There was some sort of slow hip-hop song Derick had never heard before droning on in the background. He really had no reason to give a damn about the music, but he couldn’t help but notice the way it made her move.

In the back of his mind, he kind of wondered if she was or had ever been a stripper. She was moving her hips and her body in such a provocative way that there was a definite possibility that she did this for a living.

Derick made his way over to the girl, quickly learning that she was anything but shy. She did not hesitate to press her body against his and it nearly drove him insane. Derick had never been so turned on by something a woman did fully clothed--Toews t-shirt and all. This only made him want to get her out of said clothes as soon as possible.

She winked at him before proceeding to turn around and press the back of her body against the front of his. She simply smiled when her movements earned a groan from Derick. She could already feel the effect she was having on him and it made her feel powerful. She could get such a reaction with such little effort--making Derick want to keep her around forever.

He still didn’t even know her name, but it wasn’t long before Brassard was testing the waters by letting his lips go to her neck. He found the waters absolutely perfect.
“Wanna go somewhere else?” this mystery woman asked.

“Only if you tell me your name…” He was really bluffing. There was no way he was leaving this place without her.

She called it. “Maybe you’ll find out later.”

With that, she grabbed his hand and moved toward the door, laughing at the cat calls coming from his team mates. They made it out of the club and Derick all but tried to rip her clothes off her as she made an attempt to hail a cab.

The infamous question… “Your place or mine?” she smiled.
“Yours,” he answered as the thought of immature hockey guys filled his head. She quickly gave the driver directions to her apartment complex and they both prayed they make it there. Neither one needed and indecent exposure charge on their record.

By the time they made it to Mystery Girl’s place, they were running with her leading the way to the proper apartment number. They made it to the elevator only to see a woman that could easily be either’s grandmother waiting for the same one. They finally boarded, feeling the tension of the very awkward ride. The woman glared at each of them--as if she somehow knew what they were up to.

Derick and his mystery girl simply gave each other odd looks until the woman exited the elevator on her floor with a click of her tongue. As soon as the doors shut behind her, they both exploded into fits of laughter and continued to kiss as if nothing at all had happened.

It seemed like it took forever to get to the apartment and the two nearly broke the door down. She seemed to be getting some sort of sick satisfaction from making Derick wait for everything. Power. She liked being in control.

She slowly made her way to the bedroom, smiling when she felt Derick start to push her along. When they finally made it to her room, she shrugged off any of Derick’s efforts to get down to business. He looked down at her with a look as if she had just killed his puppy and she couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Sorry, I just thought you should know my name before this whole thing goes any farter… After all, it’ll come in handy when you need a name to moan tonight.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him.

“Well then, what is it?” he asked between kisses on her neck.

“Casee.”

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Casee and Derick both lay on the bed, wickedly spent. Derick now knew that she wasn’t kidding about making him moan. She had proven to be very good at getting a reaction from him so far. He didn’t think this girl could ever fail to get a rise out of him.
He also couldn’t believe that he didn’t want to leave. Usually, by now, he would have been trying to escape out of the bathroom window like a teenage girl on her first date with some creep. But this was different. He actually wished that he didn’t have to go back to Columbus tomorrow.

They both went to sleep curled up together under the sheets without bothering to set an alarm.

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Derick woke up the next day and looked over to find a clock reading 9:38. He really needed to leave so he wouldn’t get his ass ripped by Coach for being late to catch the bus. He tried to carefully pull his arm from under Casee without waking her, but he failed. She slowly stretched and smiled up at him.

“So, you were just gonna leave without saying goodbye?”

“I just didn’t want to have to wake you up. I was planned on leaving a note…” he smiled sheepishly.

“Well, you had better have planned on including your number in that note so I can hit you up next time I’m in Ohio.” She smiled and raised up to kiss him.

“And I bet you go to Ohio often, right?” he asked, sarcastically.

“I do actually, Mr. Smartass. That’s where I’m from. I just spent a night shacked up with my favorite member of my home team…” she smiled until she noticed the disappointed look on his face. She practically hear the fan-girl alarms going off in his head.

“Just kidding…” she kissed him again. “Kinda. I’m from Ohio and you’re my favorite player yada-yada-yada, but I didn’t mean that that’s why I brought you home. I just thought you seemed like you needed to have a little fun.”

Derick sighed. “I know this is going to sound weird, but if the chance presents itself, could you please pass up the chance to fuck any of my teammates? I feel like some kind of weido, but I actually really like you, as strange as that sounds after only one night of knowing you, and I really don’t want to hear anyone on my team throwing something like that in my face…”

She blushed. “No problem. I’m not a puck slut.”

He kissed her this time. “You better give me a call next time you’re in town.” He kissed her neck. “But leave the Toews shirt at home…”

Notes

This is an old one-shot I did for a contest on Mibba. I tweaked it a little bit, now that I'm older and wiser and noticed a couple errors I made the first time I posted it. Lol. I kinda like it, I hope you do too!

Comments

I love absolutely everything about this!

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3/29/15