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“We have to get up soon. My legs are going numb.” Elle’s fingers stilled over Jamie’s heart where they’d been tracing nonsense patterns on his skin. She leaned back to gaze up at him and Jamie felt the breath catch in his throat. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks flush. She had a look of absolute wonderment in her eyes that he’d never seen before.

“But I’m comfy.” She gave him a small pout before laying her head back down on his shoulder.

He’d managed to get them both safely to the floor after one of the most mind blowing orgasms in recent history. She’d curled up in his lap, not giving one single fuck about the sweat or the cum drying on their skin. Jamie felt a little dirty but ignored the stickiness in favor of just holding her close.

Three days on the road, weeks pining through technology, and he finally had Elle with him, skin to skin. He really didn’t care about the mess as much as he normally would.

His hips were screaming though. All the travel was catching up to his joints. Keeping Elle perched in his lap wasn’t helping. He squeezed her and brushed a kiss to her hair. She responded with a press of lips against his neck. “Seriously. I’m going to cramp if we don’t move.”

She huffed a put-out sigh, the air tickling his skin, but maneuvered herself to standing. She looked stiff too, legs and arms stretching slowly. Jamie watcher her from his position on the floor as she reached to the ceiling. His imagination had been pretty accurate; she was soft curves on top of toned muscle, the mark of someone who eats right and gets some exercise but not enough to develop definition. When she held out a hand to him, he laughed.

“What?”

He shook his head and grabbed her fingers. He made a show of letting her help him up as he stood. His joints screamed. He lets his muscles stretch out just a little before he swept her into his arms. Elle shrieked, her hands scrambling for purchase against his shoulders. “Where’s your bathroom?”

She smirked. “Right behind you. You were using the doorframe for balance earlier.” She bit her bottom lip. Jamie pulled her closer and covered his mouth. She still tasted like wine. Jamie felt drunk as he deepened the kiss. She groaned. Jamie could have whimpered.

They really needed to clean up. Jamie had sticky parts that should never ever be sticky. But he also sort of just wanted to throw her on a flat surface and fuck her stupid.

He decided to kill two birds with one stone. “Is your shower big enough for two? With some extracurricular activities?”

She nodded furiously, a hand reaching down to open the bathroom door. He stepped through, mindful of where he was going, and was extremely pleased to find an open floorplan. He set her down on the sink and resumed kissing her with full force. Both hands threaded through her soft hair, holding her still as he explored her mouth. His fingers works over his ribs. He resisted the urge to squirm away, laughing a little instead and backing off.

“Oooooh, ticklish are we? Good to know.” Her eyes held a glint of danger. He laughed again.

She wormed her way down to the floor. Jamie’s eyes were glued to her ass as she made a show of turning on the water and testing the temperature. She glanced back at him right before she stepped into the fantastically large stand up shower. He was more than happy to join her.

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“I am going to keep you in bed for days. Days I tell you.” Jamie had his back leaned against the headboard, finally in Elle’s bed, as she traced the ink on his left arm. The shower had been satisfying. And effective. But mostly satisfying. He’d gotten her to come twice before taking her from behind. He smiled at the memory and then had a thought that gave him pause.

“Don’t you have to work tomorrow?”

Elle snorted, pulling the sheet over her head and hiding from Jamie’s dancing eyes. Her voice was muffled when she responded, “Don’t you?”

He laughed and pulled the sheet back down. He loved the way mischief seemed to sneak into words. “I do, indeed. But, I already called in sick. As soon as I landed.”

Her jaw dropped and she propped herself up over his chest. “You can’t call in sick. You’re the captain.” She looked so affronted by the mere idea that he would take a day off.

He brushed the wild hair back from her face and cupped her cheek. “They can survive without me for a few days.” He pressed a kiss to her lips again. Coach hadn’t seemed strange when Jamie had called him. Just told him to take it easy. Jamie was 100% sure that he wouldn’t take anything easy while he was in Vancouver.

When he hiked her up closer, his hip gave a twinge. Maybe he would have to be a little gentle. If he actually hurt himself while he was here, he’d never hear the end of it. She was still giving him a very dubious look. “Seriously. Relax. Everything is going to be fine.”

One more hard stare was all he could take. He laughed and kissed the doubt from her mind.

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Elle woke up the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. She cracked an eye to find Jamie’s face inches from her own, still fast asleep. It was just- fucking hell he was here. Jamie Benn was here, in her bed. He had spent the night fucking her brains out.

Jamie Benn. In her god damn life.

Jesus she was starting to sound like Nicole; she had to say the whole name.

It sort of baffled her. She’d never had a guy ditch his life to come have lots of crazy sex with her. Lots of crazy sex. She closed her eyes, cataloging the aches she had on her body from their night of naked athletics. Her crotch was definitely feeling it. They’d gone a total of five rounds with penetration. She hadn’t gotten laid that many times in a row in her life and she was feeling it that morning.

He’d been a sweet lover, attentive but firm. It was the sort of sex that dragged a woman down into a cycle of pleasure. He’d come seven times. She’d lost count of her own orgasms somewhere around twenty.

Just baffling, ever part of the night before.

A weight settled in her stomach because they’d had a lot of sex. At least three times before they made it to her actual bed. And they hadn’t used a condom in the beginning. Her bedroom floor was littered with foil wrappers in the early morning light, but last night they’d just- Elle couldn’t believe she’d been so reckless. She made a mental note to pick up a Plan B prescription at some point that day.

Her concerns about possible unexpected babied allayed, she snuggled into Jamie’s embrace. His arm dropped around her waist naturally and he slept on. She needed to call in to work at some point before noon. The shadows cast in the room told her it was still early and she closed her eyes.

When she woke again, it was to a hand delicately tracing circles above her hip. Jamie was spooned up behind her. She could feel his hard on pressing against the bottom of her ass. She smiled into her pillow before she ground back against him lightly.

He gasped in her ear. The sound ricocheted inside of her, straight to her crotch.

“Mmmm, good morning beautiful.” His voice was hazy with sleep but his intent was clear. She pressed a foot flat on the bed, opened her legs for his inquisitive fingers.

Jamie was very good with his fingers.

They were long and thick enough that after a few minutes of playing with her nether lips and her clit, she was ready to take all of him. She pushed back against his dick again, telling him with her body that she needed him inside of her.

When he continued with his fingertips, she set her request to words. “Jamie, please.”

His response was a gentle nip at the junction of her neck. “You’re kind of pushy in bed.” She sighed in exasperation. She wasn’t pushy. She was really just clear with her wants. “I sort of like it.”

Okay, that was a good thing to say. Elle’s back arched as he slipped a finger past her damp folds and up into her core. He met no resistance but she widened her legs anyway. He shifted the two of them so she ended up half on him, her legs wide to his touch. “Jamie- I- “

He slipped another finger in and crooked them, hitting that spot inside of her with the perfect amount of pleasure. “Yeah, just there, huh? Gonna make you cum with just my fingers.” Elle groaned. His voice was destroying her. He’d abandoned her neck, instead giving her pleased little moans right in her ear every time she vocalized her satisfaction with his ministrations.

It didn’t take long for the orgasm to build. She thrust a hand up, behind her into Jamie’s hair, and anchored him as release flooded her body.

Her breath left her in a mighty whoosh. Elle held on for dear life. She was tender and Jamie was kind enough to rub comforting circles on her pubic bone. He dipped his pinky back in her slit, running over her clit one last time. She squealed and tried to spin in his arms. He fought her, gently rolling her away when she got close.

“Come here. I need to repay the favor!” She was already reaching past his waist.

He caught both of her wrists and pinned them above her head. She could smell herself on his hands when he leaned over her and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “No repayment necessary. You wore me out last night. I don’t think I could keep a rhythm right now to save my life.”

That sent her into a peal of giggles that pulled him in. They laughed into each other for long minutes. When they managed to quiet, Jamie just stared down at her, serious and thoughtful. She brushed the hair back from his eyes and smiled. “Penny for your thoughts?”

He smirked and tilted his head to one side. “I’m just thinking that this is so ridiculous. That this is a thing that’s happening to me.”

Elle quirked an eyebrow. “Is it a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Oh, good. Definitely good.” He swooped in to press a kiss to her lips as though he could be anything but ecstatic. “Just strange. We barely know each other physically.” Jamie punctuated the words with swift kisses that made Elle laugh as much as his statement.

“I am almost 100% sure we know each other pretty well physically right now.”

He huffed out a laugh into her hair. “Yeah, sexually. But, like. We have to leave the bed eventually.”

“Not necessarily. I can have food delivered.”

He trailed meaningful fingers down her side, making her squirm and giggle. “Not helping. We do have to leave this bed some time and then we’re going to be two relative strangers.” As familiar as his actions were at that moment, hands comfortable on her body and face buried in her hair, Jamie’s words sounded unsure. Like he was truly afraid that if they weren’t having sex they wouldn’t connect.

A part of Elle was screaming at her because that’s what she should want. She should want meaningless sex. No commitment. He’d have to go back to Dallas eventually. Elle wasn’t stupid though. She knew, as soon as they’d made plans to meet up in NOLA, she was going to fall hard for Jamie Benn.

The hesitancy in his tone, that he might be worried this wasn’t going to be more than sex, was the first true nail in the coffin of her sanity.

She pushed him up gently, her hand perhaps stroking over his defined chest more than trying to restrain him. When his eyes were locked on hers, she gave him a grin. “You say relative strangers. I say long-separated compatriots who just so happen to by dynamite in bed together.” She quirked another eye brow. “Unless the last twelve hours weren’t as good for you as for me, because I’m just saying. One of the top three nights of my life, for real.”

Jamie’s skin burned, his face turning red. “No, I mean Yes. YES. It was good. Oh my god, Elle, you have no idea.”

He wound a hand through the hair at the back of his head, drawing him down even as she spoke, “Oh, believe me. I know. I know.”

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“You think I look like that guy? Really? I just- I just don’t see it.” Jamie was flabbergasted. Elle was forcing him to watch Suits and he absolutely did not look like the Harvey Spector. She glanced over at him, the bottom half of her face hiding behind a take-out container.

She could see the edges of a smile and he smiled too when she gently nudged him with her foot. “It’s the hairline.” His hand rose to smooth back the clearly longer locks than the character was sporting. “And your brows match.”

“That’s ridiculous.” He was half tempted to throw the other half of the fortune cookie he was munching on at her, but it was a really good fortune cookie. She rolled her eyes before burying her feet under his ass. They’d figured out a fairly comfortable seating arrangement on her couch that kept their hands to themselves and allowed them to just hang out.

Jamie should have stuck to sex.

Because the hanging out was making him realize he sort of like Elle a lot more than the people he normally hung out with. And that was a dangerous thought, with her all the way up here in BC.

His phone pinged as another character, Donna, said something that sent Elle into peals of laughter, wheezing about Nicole and twins. He smiled at her fondly before he looked down at the message.

Segs: I hope your vacation is going well, finally.

Segs: Heading back to Dallas soon. You coming to practice tomorrow or are you ditching?

Jamie sighed. He’d called Coach but he hadn’t told anyone else. Segs was the only one who knew he was in Vancouver and he’d rather it stay that way. The more people who knew the more likely he was to get caught.

Elle’s phone also buzzed while he was typing out a reply to Segs. She traded her food container for her cell. She scrunched her nose up, adorably, as she read the message. “Tyler just told me you’re gonna get in trouble for ditching practice.”

Jamie rolled his eyes, trying to play it as cool as possible in front of Elle. He put his phone down and pulled her away too. “Segs is an idiot. And I’m the captain. It’s cool.” He was entirely unsure who he was trying to reassure, Elle or himself.

Notes

Oh. My. God. I am so sorry this chapter took so long. It's half the length of the last one and it just didn't want to write itself. Ugh. Writer's block is the worst. Fear not, though! I've got the rest of the story drafted out. Fleshing it out a bit and sending it off to my beta. Regular updates shall resume soon.