My skin was moist, sweat glowing over me and the others, breathes hitched even as I climbed into my car, turning the AC on max. A sigh passed through my dry lips, lifting to redo my ponytail as I pulled out of the parking lot, practically cringing as my hands caught through my hair. I groaned, occasionally readjusting the wheel as I finally managed to pull my hair somewhat off my shoulders. I was finally relieved, hands returning to stick to the wheel, practically speeding into my driveway. Back in LA and back at all the workouts. The life of an angel.

I barely regarded my phone as it lit up, managing to pick out Carina & Jamie from the notifications. If this was another couple selfie they felt the need to share, I was going to be more than peeved.

Even if they were cute as hell.

I skipped up the stairs, heading straight for my bathroom. I peeled the Pink logo-plastered layers off my body, my tank top and sports bra falling to the ground first as I worked to remove my socks and leggings, finishing finally with my thong before stepping into the refreshingly cool water.

I barely even heard, or registered, the front door opening.

---

"Carina?" She'd told me just to meet at Serena's place for her, and so far it wasn't turning out very well. The humming of the shower upstairs was faint, but was, I assumed, where she was.

I lifted the Dallas stars jacket off my shoulders, leaving it on the edge of a nearby chair, the shoulder reading Benn. I slipped my hands into my pockets, strolling aimlessly around the house. My phone buzzed, Carina's name lighting up as I smirked, opening our conversaition.

meet me in the shower ;) xx

I couldn't help but let my mouth curl into a grin, shaking my head with a shrug as I headed up the stairs. I followed the sound of the water, eventually finding the room which emmitted the steam and sound of the shower, my hand curling around the handle. I gradually pushed it open, glancing in only to see the someone who definitely wasn't Carina, unless she'd decided to dye her hair. Not to mention her figure, although nearly perfect much like her's, was a not as tall or pale.

"Carina?" the figure froze, quickly turning to grab the shower curtain, spinning into it with a look of shock.

"What the fuck?! Oh my —— uh, hey, Jamie... yeah, Carina's not here yet... is she supposed to be here? What is-"

The front door opened again, and this time a voice accompanied it. "Oh, if it isn't Captain Sexy, you better be naked and waiting for -" Carina had reached the top of the stairs, returning the equally confused glances Serena and I were no doubt staring at her with. "Oh shit."

"Yeah, oh shit!" Serena yelled before Carina came jogging over, pulling the door shut, pulling me against her in the process.

"So... bedroom instead?" she smiled, trying her best not to look embarrassed as she pulled me behind her, laughing at the groans coming from the bathroom as we retreated. "That's what she gets for not checking her phone," she laughed, shutting the door behind me as we were left in what I assumed was a guest room.

I spun around, taking in my surroundings, eventually ending up looking at Carina once again, although now she was just as I'd walked in on Serena. Naked. Like, completely.

"Bedroom is definitely alright with me," I smirked, stepping towards her, pulling her flush against me.

---

"Yeah, so I'm hiding out in my bathroom right now because Jamie and Carina are somewhere in this house, definitely fucking, and I don't have a towel or anything!"

I definitely sounded over panicked, but there was no way that anyone would come help a naked me locked stranded in my bathroom if I didn't overplay the crisis. And Alessandra would definitely just sit there laughing, asking for some live Snapchats of my dilemma.

"And you seriously need some assistance with this?" she laughed, and I knew how stupid I sounded.

"Well I could use some lookout... y'know, so he doesn't see me naked — again. Or I don't see them." We both burst into laughter, and I heard the laughter of other's in the background, "Do you have me on bluetooth?!" I heard familiar laughs of some of the other Angels and I immediately slapped by palm against my forehead.

"Sorry, babe, it was just too interesting," I heard Behati in the background.

"Thanks for the help, ladies," I tried to sound annoyed, but it just came out in a smirk, sounding anything but serious. "I guess I'll have to use my ninja skills then... see you guys tomorrow."

I heard groups of byes, a constant laughter cut off as I hit the end button, shaking my head as I wrapped a hand towel over any need-to-cover areas. I slipped through the door, checking both ways before I noticed that the guest bedroom door had been shut. After that, I dropped the whole stealth thing and simply strolled over to the towel closet, wrapping the white cotton around my now air-dried body with relief.

"Nice ass," I heard someone mumble behind me as I stopped dead in my tracks, now sure to hug the towel tight against me.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me—" I groaned, expecting to turn and see Jamie, but none other than Tyler Seguin was standing in front me.

---

A text from Jamie lit up my screen as I got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist before returning my attention to it. It was only an address, one in LA, too. I hadn't bothered to question why he suggested some of the guys and I should stay in LA for our few days off. I knew who it was for — even though I hadn't been aware of how serious things were getting between them.

Who's place is that? I replied, but I didn't get a response until I'd finished cleaning up and getting ready.

Carina told me to tell you... don't bother knocking the front door's open.

I shrugged, not bothering to further question things as I slipped on a white tshirt, throwing a custom, black, Dallas Stars sweater on before grabbing my keys and heading out to my car. My hotel room was already a mess, beer cans and bras scattered along the floor from the night before. The cleaning ladies would surely slit my throat for the work I gave them, but I simply left a note on the table with a fifty attached.

Sorry for the mess, feel free to trash or keep the bras

My drive was a long, silent one, Siri's voice being the only one other than the light music playing in the background. My car was the exact opposite of the hotel room: spotless. Finally, the minutes to destination diminished until I was pulling into the driveway, recognizing only Jamie's car and what I assumed was Carina's — I'd seen it the other night when I dropped Serena off.

My hand lifted instinctively to knock on the door or reach for the doorbell, but I stopped, simply redirecting my hand to the doorknob, pushing it open. I took a quick glance around, noticing that it was nice, but certainly not as large as Carina's — from what he'd seen through the front door.

"Hello?" I called out, trying not to be too loud as I kicked off my shoes, throwing my jacket alongside Jamie's which I'd noticed on the back of a nearby chair.

I took no time in wandering as I headed straight for the stairs, hearing footsteps and hushed voices, reaching the top with a nice surprise to my left.

"Nice ass," I mumbled, smirking as I immediately realized whose place this was now.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me—" Serena groaned, quickly pulling the towel close against her, spinning in his direction, wet hair sending water droplets in his direction.

"Does no one use the doorbell? Or knock?!" her cheeks flushed as she backed against the wall, the towel pulled tight around her, gripping every one of her curves. It was only then that I was reminded of the fact that I hadn't slept with anyone within the two weeks we'd been constantly running into one another.

An all-time record since my start in the NHL.

"Jamie told me to just come in," I smirked, hands slipping idly in my pockets as I attempted to glance away, my tongue tracing my lips as I smirked, mentally replaying her reaction. "Not gonna lie, I'm a little disappointed you showered without me," she furrowed her eyebrows, punching me in the arm as she stomped past me, heading for what I assumed was her room.

"Couple of the year," she groaned, and I could hear them in the room down the hall from her's, trying to suppress a chuckle, pushing into her room and slamming the door in my face before I could follow.

"C'mon, I won't peak," I could hear her shuffling from inside, leaving everything to my imagination. I gradually leaned back against the door, just as she pulled it open, leaving me to fall into her as I struggled to regain balance and she struggled to hold me up.

"Falling for me already, huh?" she smiled down at me as I was leaning back into her, smirking as I stood back up fully, returning the height difference. She'd put on a longsleeve black shirt which, from this angle, revealed the perfect amount of cleavage. On the bottom, she's simply put on a pair of dark wash jeans which hugged her perfect figure — all of which would have had me drooling.

"Just wanted to see how you felt the other night," I remarked, watching as she pushing against my chest, although with her force - or lack thereof- and my strength it moved her more than me. She laughed, walking back into her room, which I took as an invitation to follow.

I caught a quick glance at her closet, catching a quick glance at what you'd expect a Victoria's Secret model to have, now realizing how Carina had managed to whip Jamie into shape so quickly.

And suddenly I feared for my playboy reputation, which would surely be demonlished if she targeted me.

"The other night? Hmm, I don't really think I remember anything about the other night, sorry," she said, maintaining such a straight face that I would have believed her, should she have not gotten so defensive earlier.

"Then I'll guess we'll have to reenact it," I smirked, trailing over to her, hands threatening to brush over her figure before she stepped out of reach, flashing me a sly smile over her shoulder.

"Down, boy."

God, I wanted her. I wanted this flirting, this teasing, and her. I wanted to be the couple fucking in the guest room while everyone was forced to try to ignore it.

I'd never really wanted anything like I wanted her, and I remember it scaring me.

"Tease," I groaned, stepping over to slide onto her bed, leaning back on my arms as I watched her wander, fiddling with anything she could manage to find an issue with. But, eventually, when there was nothing else to play with, she turned back to me, wondering around the other side of the bed, as she laid down on the other side, resting her head on her elbow with a smile.

"So, did Mr. & Mrs. Benn manage to tell you what the hell they had planned or not?"

"No, all I got were a few texts and an accidental dick pic which was meant for her," I smirked, and I knew she didn't take it seriously for a minute.

"So basically they just jumped on each other in my guest room and invited you just for shits?"

"Yeah, basically... hopefully they weren't expecting an orgy or something."

---

He was distracting.

The kind of distracting that makes you fiddle with anything to avoid staring at him for too long. The kind of distracting that makes you want to crawl over and pin him down on the bed just to see if he felt as solid as he looked. You know, that kind of distracting.

And the whole topic of sex wasn't helping anything as I struggled not to try it out for myself.

But that's what he wanted — and I wasn't giving him what he wanted.

I shifted, now laying so that my head was at the end of the bed where he was sitting, sure that he had a direct view down my shirt as I smirked up at him, enjoying watching him. "I don't think I'd want to try to get in between Carina and her man — it gets ugly."

"Speaking from experience?"

"Speaking from horror stories," I smiled, the sound of his laugh sending a shiver down my spine as he shifted how he set, leaning against the foot of my bed and stretching out his legs, an arm resting along the back of my bed as he glanced down at me.

I watched him, seeing as he slowly started turning towards me, his hand, trailing over my shoulder as he gently nudged me to turn on my back, leaving me to look up at him. His arm rested beside me, his legs reaching to straddle me as I met his mischievous grin, wanting to pull his mouth down to mine. "So it's just us then?"

"Who said anything about us?" I whispered, watching as his body met mine, his lips inching closer to me as he chuckled, his mouth moving down to my neck as I tilted my head back, my body curving against him.

"Then tell me when to stop," he breathed against me, his lips proceeding to slide down onto my collarbone, nipping at my skin as I lifted my hands to drift onto his chest, gliding up and around his shoulders as his lips dipped low. We continued like this until eventually he was pressing kisses my my jaw, my hands having drifted down to loop around his waist, threatening to fiddle with the button of his pants.

"Easy there, allstar," I mumbled, as his lips neared mine, smiling as I looked into his eyes one last time before reaching up to crash my lips into his, feeling him melt against me. I took the opportunity to catch him off guard, pushing him over so that I was on top now, letting our bodies fall into place.

"Ugh, you sex freaks!" I heard from the door, snapping my attention away from Tyler as I flipped my head up to see Carina smirking at the door, now in appropriate clothing as Jamie trailed behind her, buttoning up his shirt as he offered an awkward smile in our direction.

"Coming from you two," I groaned, stepping off of Tyler, only managing to smirk down at him once as he groaned, giving me a disappointed smile as he got up after me.

"Was that a personal best, Benn?" Tyler laughed from behind me, Jamie's cheeks turning red as Carina slipped an arm around his waist.

"Did you even get your dick wet, Seguin?" he smirked, tossing him a box as we both wandered towards the doorway. Carina was grinning, which could only mean this was her idea, and I couldn't help but giving her a skeptical look.

"Awe, you shouldn't have," Tyler gushed in a girly voice, pulling open the box, and my stomach dropped as I saw it. "What's this?"

"Front row tickets for the show this weekend — Serena's first!"

I glared at Carina, feeling Tyler's hand linger on my back, creeping down to grab my ass in attempts of lightening my expression, which I reluctantly allowed as my mouth curled into a faint smile as I glanced up at him.

"Well, isn't this going to be fun!" I feigned some sort of enthusiasm, mentally thinking of the hundreds of things that I could possibly do wrong this weekend; and most of those things were possible just knowing Tyler was going to have a perfect view.

Notes

i just went with no specific date & the performers and everything from the 2014 show, so let's just pretend this is all accurate aha. i thought it would be nice to focus a little more on the ladies this time, especially carina & jamie who are starting a little smoother than serena & tyler. and i know that carina & jamie seem to be making more progress than serena & tyler, but tyler's tough to get straight into something with because he's supposed to be that sort of party guy. but after this there should be some more off-ice and off-stage development with actually feelings and cute things.

hope everyone's enjoying it! the next one should be out soon (i'm pumped to write it ngl)

ps: i'll attach a video from the fashion show as well to base some stuff on, although adriana (serena) & candice (carina) will most likely sound different (accents) than intended in the story .