“I guess it’s just the woman in you that brings out the man in me. I know I can’t help myself, you’re all in the world to me…”


It was nearing time for the regular season to start and Marie found herself buried in her schoolwork. With Marco’s first game tomorrow, and then a three game road trip, they had made plans to see each other tonight. It could possibly be the last night of intimacy they had for awhile, and Marie was determined to make it special.

Although by the time Marco pushed open the door to her apartment, she was still perched on her bed, with thick-rimmed glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose as she read a dense article for her folklore class. The only good part was that Marco had brought along Chinese takeout, and he quietly dished out the food onto plates, trying to allow Marie the time she needed to finish all her work. But really he only served as a distraction, and the reading was mostly just skimmed over as she noticed he looked too damn sexy in the kitchen.

She closed her computer and pushed it off her lap, reaching out towards Marco as he approached the bed holding a plate of food in each hand. He smiled and handed one to her before he took a seat beside her, leaning back against the plush headboard. Since the sex toy escapade, they’d worked hard to get back to a place where they didn’t feel awkward or embarrassed around each other. And even though it had only been a few days, Marie felt like they were not only back where they had been, but even in a better place.

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” She stabbed at a piece of chicken and brought it up to her mouth.

Marco shook his head twirled chow mein around his fork. “You’re going to be there so I have nothing to worry about. Are you nervous for tomorrow?”

“Why should I be nervous,” she giggled, leaning back next to him against the headboard.

“Tomorrow’s the first day you’re going to see me get really aggressive. More so than that night in the parking lot or the day I met your dad. I’m gonna be playing rough, playing mean…”

“That’s not how you normally are though,” Marie glanced up at him as she took another bite. She had gone most the day without food, trying to power through her school work, and only now did she realize how burnt out she was. “As long as you don’t play mean with me, we’re okay. Playing rough on the other hand, is acceptable on certain nights.”

Marie wriggled up onto his lap, stabbing at a little piece of chicken. As she held it up, Marco opened his mouth and let her feed him. He set his plate on the bed, before placing his hands on her thighs, squeezing gently. Marie rested her plate in her lap, reaching over to her nightstand and pulled out a matchbox from the drawer.

“Pyrotechnics… I like it,” Marco smiled as she struck a match.

She rolled her eyes and moved the flame over the candlewicks. “Aromatherapy candles. Lavender for relaxation and vanilla for sensuality.” She readjusted herself in his lap and picked her plate back up. “Aromatherapy is very important,”

“You believe in that crap?”

“You might want to start believing in it too since it’s going to get you a blowjob,” she smirked and bit into another piece of chicken.

Marco chewed on his lower lip and smirked, “what are you talking about? I’m aromatherapy’s biggest fan.”

While Marie continued to eat her food, Marco moved his plate from the bed to the nightstand, then took Marie’s plate out of her hands and set it beside his. He then cupped his hands around her neck and planted his lips squarely on hers, sucking on her lower lip as their arms encompassed each other. She pulled back to look at him, still partially amazed that he had made a home in her life. Marco moved his hands to the front of her flannel shirt and undid each button until the fabric lay loose along her chest. Having stayed in all day, she hadn’t even taken the time to put on a bra.

He leaned in and kissed her chest, moving up towards her neck, humming against her skin. Marie scooted back in his lap, tugging on the sides of his sweatpants, urging him to lift himself up so she could pull them down completely. Marco complied, and with him in his boxer briefs, Marie made quick work of them, leaving him nearly naked. He was already semi-hard, and Marie bent lower, licking along the underside of his shaft, teasing her way upward. And with every quick movement, Marco let out a more and more frustrated groan.

As he got more worked up, his length began to throb, and Marie wrapped her lips around him, flicking her eyes up to his to get his reaction. He had fallen silent, head cocked to the side as he watched her get lower and take more of him into her mouth. Marco set one hand on the back of her head, holding her hair away from her face to give him an unobstructed view.

She shook her head side to side, working him deeper in her mouth, until she had to pause as she began to gag. With her throat telling her to stop, her eyes began to water and she pulled back, panting to regain her breath. But after only a few sharp gasps, Marco pressed against the back of her head, forcing her to take him in his entirety. Marie looked up at him, gagging with her eyes watering, and pulled back as his hands left the back of her head.

She rolled over onto her back, quickly wiggling out of her pants and simultaneously throwing her thong off the side of the bed. She needed him badly, and considering it could be the last time in awhile they’d be able to do this, she wanted it to be perfect and memorable. Once Marie was naked, she turned over on her stomach and propped herself up on her forearms. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as Marco positioned himself behind her.

He licked his fingers and stroked his length, making sure it was wet enough, and then placed one hand on the bed beside her hip, leaning over her body. He slid the tip along her entrance, earning a moan from Marie’s lips, and she turned her to the side to glance back at him.

“Wait,” she murmured, reaching back to hold onto his wrist.

“I swear Marie, if you’re doing this to be a tease…” he groaned, afraid she’d be telling him to stop. But he looked down as she began to move his hand from one entrance to another. He looked back into her eyes, partially shocked, “really?”

She nodded and couldn’t help but chuckle at the goofy look on his face. “But you have to go slow… Because I’m gonna be honest, I’m a little frightened about having that thing in my ass. And my pain threshold is not super high.”

“I’ll go slow,” he murmured reassuringly, leaning in to kiss her lips slowly. After kissing her forehead quickly also, Marco sat back on his knees and licked his fingers again, rubbing them along his shaft to get it wet again. He held onto the base and looked back at Marie, “you’re sure?”

Marie nodded and set her head down against her hands, chewing on her lower lip as she waited for him to continue. “Wait,” she yelled and giggled as he bowed his head and grumbled. “Can you blow out the candles? They’re giving me a headache,”

Marco leaned over and blew out the candles, watching for a moment as the smoke drifted upwards. He repositioned himself between her legs and looked down at her to make sure she wasn’t going to stop him again. And when she remained quiet, he thrust his hips forward, slowly pushing the head of his member into her.

“Fuck,” Marie hissed, burying her face into the back of her hands. With her eyes squeezed shut, she felt Marco bend down and press his lips to the back of her head.

He exhaled a labored groan and clenched his teeth as he tried to sink deeper inside her. “You okay,” he whispered, already feeling his length throb inside her.

She turned her head to the side again and gasped out as he forced himself even deeper. “It’s so tight,”

Marco bent his arms to get closer to her, nuzzling his nose into the base of her neck and gently bit her shoulder as he made one final thrust to sink balls deep. He let out an exasperated sigh and held his position, allowing both of them to prepare for what was to come next. Marie took a deep breath in and clutched onto the duvet, slightly comforted by the fact that Marco interlocked his fingers with hers just before he started thrusting in and out of her at a steady pace. Marie whined and curled her fingers around the blanket, while Marco’s breathing got heavier and heavier with each thrust.

Marie pushed herself up from the bed, arching her back to get up closer to Marco. He smiled and looked down at her, wrapping one hand around her neck and squeezed gently as he placed his lips on hers, kissing her wildly as his thrusts got deeper. She whimpered when he pulled his lips away and looked up at him, “you like my ass?”

He nodded and looked down, watching as his length pumped in and out of her. Marie bowed her head and squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a soft moan. It wasn’t nearly her favorite thing in the world, and if she never had to do it again, that’d be okay. But she could tell Marco enjoyed it, and she liked doing things that made him happy.

“Gonna come?” she mumbled, feeling her legs begin to shake. Slowly, she collapsed onto the bed to keep herself still as Marco carried on at whatever pace he wanted.

“Yeah,” he growled in response. When Marie looked back at him, she saw he was biting into his bottom lip, trying to hold back and let the feeling last. But it was a face she had seen before, and she knew he wouldn’t take much longer.

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Marie didn’t know much about hockey, but she did know that a one game home stand was short. And she also knew that it meant she’d have limited time with Marco after the game before he was forced to get a plane and take off to the next city.

As promised, she was there opening night, cheering him on from her seat beside the bench. This also gave her a prime view of him on the bench during the first and third periods. She was excited to get to watch him play in a game that actually meant something, but as the time ticked by and the game got closer and closer to the end, an overwhelming feeling of dread crept in. The Wild had taken the first game of the season scoring five goals and getting a shutout. And she couldn’t have been more proud. But it also meant that Marco would be leaving on a three game road trip, and now she’d be left alone in Minnesota for a week.

Before the game, Marco had given her detailed instructions on how to get to the back hallways of the arena so they could see each other for a quick moment before the team filed off to the airport. But now, she was realizing how difficult finding the right location would be. All the hallways looked the same, and after struggling and surely walking in circles, she stopped and leaned against a wall, insistent that Marco would have to come find her.

Marie sent him a quick text, which included a picture of her current position and begged him to find her. Five minutes later, he sent a response, which seemed like it was more focused at making fun of her than urgently coming to her rescue. Nonetheless, he reassured her that he’d come to get her.

She dropped her phone into her purse and stood awkwardly, waiting for Marco. The hallway was pretty barren, but it only took a few minutes before men in suits filed passed her, paying no attention as they went along their business. It wasn’t until she heard a rowdy laugh that she took the moment to actually look at the men. When she did, she noticed the laugh had come from a man who looked only a year or two older than her. He was attractive no doubt, and although he was no longer in conversation with someone, he had a permanent grin on his face.

They made eye contact and Marie flicked her eyes away, trying to pretend like she hadn’t been nosily staring. But that didn’t entirely work, because just a second later, she spotted the man’s shoes right in front of her, and when she looked up, there he was just smiling.

“Hi,” he flashed his teeth in a friendly manner.

“Hey,” Marie murmured and looked down coyly. She hadn’t been wearing anything that signified which team she had been rooting for. Marco hadn’t given her any Minnesota apparel, so she’d gone with a pair of nice jeans and a low cut long-sleeved shirt.

“Are you lost?”

Marie shook her head and looked up at him as he moved and rested his hand on the wall beside her, subtly getting closer to her.

“You rooting for Minnesota, or us?”

Marie blinked a few times grasping the fact the he was on the Colorado team. “Minnesota,”

He smirked, “I’ll forgive you for that lapse in judgment.” He licked his lips, “what’s a gorgeous girl like you hanging out alone?”

“I’m waiting for someone…”

“Yeah?” He grinned boyishly and leaned in just a touch more. “Listen, I have to get going, but I’d love to get your number… maybe get you out to Colorado sometime…”

“Gabe,”

Marie turned her head, letting out a relieved sigh as Marco was making his way towards them, one hand shoved into his pant pocket, and the other clutching a water bottle. She was happy to see him, considering another athlete was trying to hit on her.

Marco smiled and set his hand on the middle of Marie’s back. He didn’t seem angry that someone else was hitting on her. If anything, he looked friendly, staring at Gabe. “She’s with me,”

“Oh,” Gabe looked down at Marie and then back at Marco. “Sorry Scandy, didn’t know.”

He smiled and nodded, watching as Gabe turned on his heels and left them alone. Marie curled her fingers around his tie and tugged on it, getting his attention on her. Once looking at her, he was quick to lean in the rest of the way and kiss her slowly.

“I don’t want you to go,” Marie whimpered, pecking his lips quickly. She stood up on her tiptoes to have a better angle at his lips, but when they both pulled away simultaneously, she returned to her normal height.

“I know,” he whispered and glanced down at his watch quickly. Once noting the time, he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “But just think in a week when I get back, we get to have really awesome sex.”

Marie giggled and felt her cheeks become hot. “I want to have really awesome sex with you tonight though,”

“You don’t know how badly I wish I could make that happen.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead, lingering there. “I have to go. I love you,”

He bolted away, running back down the hallway with impressive speed. Now all Marie wanted to do was wait for the moment he came back. As much as she hated having him away, she hated the thought of being that girl that couldn’t function without a boy more. It didn’t take her long to come to the conscious decision that she was going to make sure she was okay without Marco. This week away would be good for them. If anything, it’d give them time to miss each other.

Notes

"Feels Like The First Time" by Foreigner.

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