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Heat Lightening

We Don't Do This

Seven to three! They had lost seven to three on home ice. They had lost seven to three on home ice in game six of the finals and allowed New York to force a game seven. At this very moment Steven Stamkos hated the number fucking seven. Steven hadn't even managed a point in the game. Their fucking goalie had a point in the game due to a monster assist. They had fallen apart. He was tired of hearing "Where is Stammer?" Right fucking here, he thought driving his Mercedes through Tampa.


It was only 10:30 pm. He needed a drink and he needed to get in bed. They would head to New York soon. But he was too keyed up to sleep. He could have went with the boys to the bar but was he was in a fucking foul mood after the media scrum. He needed bourbon. He knew exactly what he wanted and where he wanted to be. But, she had made it abundantly clear that she wouldn't be his fuck buddy. Right now he just wanted her. He could call her. She might say no. So, he wheeled the car around at the next light and headed for her place. He knew her. He knew her better than she knew herself. She wouldn't turn him away.


Steven pulled into Harleigh's parking lot. He drove over to his normal parking spot. Harleigh's little convertible was in its normal spot. However there was a giant black truck in her second parking spot. She needed to talk to someone about that. These assholes in the complex needed to stay in their own spaces. He had tried to convince her to move into a gated apartment complex near his home but she said she was fine there. Plus, it was close to work. She would never live very far from her patients. Harleigh loved her job with the VA Hospital. Steven often went to watch her vets play in adaptive sports. Harleigh was worse than a soccer mom when it came to her vets. She was also a slave driver.


This was why his team docs had forced her on him last year after he'd broken his leg. Harleigh kicked his ass that first day. He'd pointed out that he wasn't some broken veteran that he was an elite athlete. Harleigh didn't miss a beat when she told him to get off his ass and act like it. It had taken him several days and lot of charm to get back on her good side. Steven parked in the visitor parking area. He grabbed his smaller gear bag out of the trunk. Yes, it was presumptive, but didn't want to miss a minute with her.


Steven knocked on her door. She wasn't answering. He knew she was home. He fished his keys out of his pocket. He laughed when he found her key. Harleigh had given him an Ole Miss key so he had a place to hide after games like this one. A place where no one knew he was there. But anytime anyone laid eyes on the red and navy key then asked him about Ole Miss. He smiled and always just said it was to a friend’s place. She was definitely a friend. Probably a better friend that he deserved. She helped him get rid of bunnies, made sure he was fed, and used her massage skills to on his hockey ravaged body. He unlocked her door and let himself in. He hoped she wasn't still mad at him. She been out with them after the last win and he had tried to kiss her when they got home. Okay, try was not the word. He immediately thought of that night.

All night long Harleigh had been dancing to the music in the bar. He sat in the VIP drinking as the triplets had spent the night grinding against her. He watched. He always watched her. Boyle had called him a voyeur. Steven had laughed. Harleigh had braided her ombre hair into a fishtail braid. It flowed over her shoulder from a dark blonde to platinum tips. The dress was Bolt blue. It looked simple from the front but the back was nothing but crisscrossing straps from between her shoulders to her hip bones. She was fucking gorgeous. He watched her move and sway against Tyler Johnson. He wanted to throttle the kid. But, he had no claim on Harleigh. He had introduced her to his boys as a friend. She had stumbled towards them fanning herself with both hands. She looked for a seat. Before he could get on his feet she had flopped down in Bishop's lap. He wanted to drag her towards his now vacant seat but didn't want to make a scene. She was laughing with Bishop as she drank her bourbon and coke.


"Hey, Wolverine!" called Harleigh "I'm gonna call a cab and get out of here. Some of us have day jobs." He smiled at her. She had called him that ever since he was up walking within 2 days of having the rod set in his leg. Harleigh made her way over to him. She hugged him. Wrapped in his arms even with 4 inch platform sandals, she still only stood up to his shoulders. "Night Stamkos."

"You're not taking a cab." he replied "I'm ready to get the hell out of here." She looked at him skeptically.


"The double mint twins over there are giving you serious fuck me eyes. Both of them. Stay. I'll be fine." she answered. Stammer looked at the two bottle blondes. They were definitely down for whatever. He wasn't sure if they were twins or just had the same surgeon. "Go on" she prodded as she head for the door. "See you when you get home from New York."


As she started towards the door Bishop clapped him on the back and headed to follow her. "I'll get her home." said Bishop. Steven stared after both of them. Why did it feel like he got a high stick to the chest? What the actual hell? Had Harleigh really just left with one of his teammates? The twins came over and made their presence known. Steven smiled at them both. Bought a round of drinks. Realized that both girls were down to go home with him. In fact, they were not twins. But, they were currently making out with one another. He thought about it for a few minutes, but then turned the triplets loose on the double mint girls. He had driven straight to Harleigh's. The entire time fuming over her leaving with Bish.


Harleigh had just pulled on her blue Stammer jersey that she slept in most nights when she heard someone pounding on her door. It was close to 3 am. Who would be banging on her door? She jerked it open to find Stammer standing there looking at her.


"Is he here?" asked Steven.


"Who?"


"Bishop?" he said his voice laced with acid. He shut the door behind him and came into her tiny apartment.


"Steven Stamkos!" she yelled "Do you actually think I would fuck one of your teammates?"


"You left with him." accused Steven


"I leave with you all the time"


"But that's different" he replied.


"Why is that?" she asked "we are all friends right?"


"Because I said so" said Steven.


"Not good enough, Stamkos." she said turning on her heels and heading out of her living room "Go home your drunk."


Steven watched as she walked towards the fridge. Holy hell, she was just wearing his jersey. And it covered more than that damn blue dress from the bar. But it made his inner gladiator roar to life. He stalked across her apartment. He moved into her tiny galley style kitchen. He realized why he was so mad. She was his. Harleigh was his. He kept stalking towards her. He noticed her backing up. He smiled at her. He kept moving until she had her back against the wall.


"What the hell, Stamkos?" she asked looking up at him. She might be in his jersey but she still had her club makeup on. He could smell her, the bourbon, and a cologne that wasn't his. He didn't like that.


"Stammer?" she called


"You smell like the triplets." he said. She went to push at him and he grabbed her hands in his. He pushed his body closer to hers. "I don't like it. I watched you all night. You were all over them. They were all over you." he said in her ear. She shivered. "Cold?" he asked "This covers more than that fucking dress." He growled.

Harleigh's brain was in short circuit mode. For 18 months she had been friends with Stamkos. She had developed a huge crush on him. But Steven had no interest in her. She could feel all of him pressed against her, and she meant all of him.


But why now? Was he jealous? He was looking at her with a feral predatory look. She didn't know whether or not she should be scared or just let him have his way with her. But she knew the answer. She wouldn't be like the faceless nameless girls she tossed out of his home. But fuck if she didn't want him.
Steven's mouth was on hers before she had a chance to tell him she wouldn't be a number. She tried to protest. The protest died as his tongue stroked against hers. He dropped her hands and angled her face towards his. Her entire body melted against his. Like everything else he did he excelled at kissing and seduction. Sweet kisses, nipping stinging kisses, and bone melting kisses. He was kissing her jaw when her brain finally fired on all cylinders. She shoved him.


"No" she said "We can't do this." She pushed him away. "Get out Stammer. I'm not a fuck buddy. We don't do this."


"Harleigh" he said moving closer.


She held out her hands "Get out, Steven." He sighed and started towards the door. When he turned to tell her to lock up he noticed the tears. Fuck, he thought. I have fucked this up.

"Lock up behind me." he said she nodded. He'd left her apartment totally confused. She was his best friend. He would never hurt Harleigh. What if she was wrong? What if it could be more? But what if she never spoke to him again. He needed her, could he take that risk? He needed sleep and he needed to think.


Steven shook off the memory of Harleigh tossing him out. He used the key to open her front door. He stepped inside and didn't see her anywhere. Rebel however was in his normal position on the shelf she had installed for her damn lazy cat. Steven reach up and scratched the cat behind his ears. He tossed his keys on the entry table. His gear bag hit the floor. He shrugged out of his suit coat and pulled his tie free and shoved it the jacket pocket before laying it over the back of the chair. Rebel's tail was squishing with interest. Steven eyed the fuzzy white monster. He knew the minute his back was turned Rebel would be snuggling his suit coat.


"Stay off my coat, demon cat." said Steven giving the cat his best face off stare. He loosened the buttons at his neck and rolled up his shirt sleeves. Finally, kicking of his shoes knowing she would kick his ass if he didn't. He couldn't believe she put white rugs in this hell hole. He went to toss his shoes beside hers and noticed a large pair of sneakers. Guys sneakers. Who the hell was here?


"Harleigh!" he called through the small apartment. He headed into the kitchen. Steven noticed two plates still sitting on the table and half a bottle of wine. Was she on a date? "Harleigh!" he called again. He noticed the patio door was open. He hated that the apartment was a walkup with a patio. Anyone could break in? "Harleigh Quinn!" he called louder knowing that would make her answer. She hated when he called her Harleigh Quinn, he thought it was only fair since she called him Wolverine. It had been their thing until the vets picked up on it. Now they all teased her.


Harleigh had been listening to Braxton talk about his time in Iraq. He was a nice enough guy. She had enjoyed dinner. And she was pretty sure they were having a good time. He'd even been understanding about her wanting to stay in so she could watch game six. She kind of wished she hadn't watched it. The guys were a mess. Braxton was a baseball fan. Harleigh had spent the night explaining the game. She was listening to Brax talk but she thought she heard Stammer yell for her. Great now she was delusional. She had only texted with him since the kiss. She had been avoiding him. Hell she had ditched tickets to game six to avoid him. She heard him call out again. Fuck, maybe if she ignored him he would go away. She was still nodding at Braxton when she heard "Harleigh Quinn."


"Excuse me" said Harleigh "I need more wine. Want a refill?"


"Nah" replied Braxton "I've got to drive home soon."


"I'll be right back." smiled Harleigh. She was secretly plotting Stamkos' death.

Notes

I know I need to be stopped. Can't help it lightening struck. Hope y'all like it!

Comments

I miss these two

YAY!!! So excited......I have missed these two

KWeber8771 KWeber8771
11/29/15

Too cute!

qwertyu123 qwertyu123
11/28/15

Seriously this story is KILLING me. I love seeing Steven suffer!!! He's so hot a girl giving him grief is the bestest evarrrrrrrrr

hockeywriter2 hockeywriter2
10/29/15

@hockeywriter2
You are hilarious!!! I have a Stamkos problem as well. I especially have a problem when he walks around in flip flops rockin' white vneck t-shirts. Heaven help me with the baseball gear.Me and his hair are currently having a disagreement. So I had not noticed the groin thing. That is just one a many pics I have horded on pinterest. The lady that took that pic is an amazing photographers and she favors Stammer and Heddy. Her name is Karen Day Martin. She definitely contributes to the Stammer obsession.
Stammer has several different grins and smiles. But you know the one I am talking about. Thanks for reading!!

Boston63 Boston63
10/29/15