One Shots

It was official, Cora was officially lost and on her first day of work no less.

With her heels tapping on the linoleum she muttered to herself as she tried to look for some kind of help. “Shit motherfucker fuck shit!” You might think it’s easy to find your way to the locker room of a hockey arena, but you would be dead wrong. With no signage that you’re given as a fan, trying to make your way can feel like being trapped in a labyrinth.

Finally, coming down the hallway towards her she saw what appeared to be a very cute, but more importantly friendly looking face, and he was wearing a simple black polo with a Blackhawks logo in one corner. Perfect.

As they approached each other, she gave him her very best professional journalist smile. “Excuse me, do you work here?”

After a brief paused he said, “Uh, um, well, kinda, I guess, yeah.”

He sounded unsure, but he was smiling so that was good enough for Cora. “Ok, well, I’m trying to find the locker room and I realize how dumb that sounds, but I seem to have gotten turned around.”

“Yeah, yeah for sure, it gets crazy back here. I was headed there myself. Come on.”

The two of them made their way and eventually came to the Blackhawks’ locker room, which was right where it should have been and where Cora would have probably looked first had she not been so damn nervous.

“Boy, this is embarrassing, right here all along, huh?”

“Don’t worry about it, happens to the best of us.”

Cora opened her mouth to respond when Jonathan Toews walked by and slapped her guide on the back. “How’s it going, Trevor?”

“Good, Cap, real good.”

Toews spared Cora a passing glance and then disappeared into the locker room. When Trevor looked back at Cora, she was beet red.

“Oh…my…God. Holy shit. Are you…you are. A player. Fuck.”

Trevor’s smiled turned into a chuckle and he brushed her arm gently. “Hey, it’s cool. I’m not offended.”

“I’m fucking mortified.” She buried her face in her hands, but still heard Patrick Kane greeting Trevor before entering the locker room as well.

It was wrong, but Trevor couldn’t help thinking that this girl was pretty damn cute, even embarrassed beyond belief. And, he thought, it was kind of nice to meet a girl who wasn’t all calm, cool, and collected, something he felt he never was.

When she finally looked back up him, he was still smiling sweetly and she still wanted to die. “I…Jesus, this is the worst moment of my entire life. You probably think I’m a moron. Or worse, a woman with no place in sports’ journalism. I mean for fucks sake, I asked if you work here.”

He shook his head and asked in response, “Is that what you do? Journalism?”

“That’s the plan. I just got hired by the Chicago Tribune and I’m supposed to be shadowing Will, learn the ropes…learn who the players are.”

Trevor laughed again and Cora almost joined him. A smile did break out on her face and he thought it was lovely, bright and beautiful.

A few more players filtered past them and Trevor said, “I should go. What’s your name?”

“Cora. And you?”

“Trevor van Riemsdyk, defenseman. That means -”

She looked annoyed now. “Yeah, I know what a defenseman is. I just didn’t know who YOU were.”

He held up his hands innocently. “Of course. But if you need help, with anything, let me know.”

“Like learning player names and positions?”

“Yeah, or you know…anything.” Was he really this bad at flirting with pretty girls? Someone needed to stop him, he thought.

Cora looked confused. “Like…?”

“Nothing. Forget it. Good to meet you, Cora.”

Before he could humiliate himself anymore, he snuck into the locker room just as Will walked up and found Cora. The Captain was the first person to ask him about her when he sat down in his stall. “That your girlfriend, rook?”

“No, reporter with the Chicago Tribune.”

Brent Seabrook sitting next to him shoved his shoulder with one hand. “Awe, look, he’s blushing. I think little Trevor has a thing for the hottie reporter.”

“Fuck off, Seabrook.”

Nothing encourages hockey players to chirp you like trying to brush off their accusations. They would not let him live it down, not even when they took the ice, and certainly not after he scored a goal and an assist to help the team to a 2-3 win over the Stars. After the game on the way to the locker room, Duncan Keith was the annoying one in his ear. “Hope you’re ready to get grilled by your girlfriend.”

Unfortunately, Keith had been right, Cora, well technically Will with Cora hovering next to him, interviewed him while he sat half dressed and exhausted.

He tried to pay attention, to give coherent answers, but every time his looked up at the flock of reporters, all he could see was her, and her still blushing red face that was still gorgeous. Meanwhile, Cora tired to be a sponge and soak up everything that was happening, but was mesmerized by Trevor’s humble responses, awkwardness he tried to mask with smiles, and his deep brown eyes constantly finding hers. The fact that he was shirtless and dripping sweat didn’t help her level of concentration either, because his washboard abs were simply beautiful.

After all the “real” journalists had asked their mundane questions, Cora somehow found the strength to speak up and ask one of her own. “Trevor, this is your first full season in the NHL, your first multipoint game tonight, how do you think you’re adjusting to the pressures of the league and especially playing for the defending champions?”

He smiled and wanted to make a comment about her doing some research during the game, but he held his tongue. “Oh, uh, good, I think, I hope. I’ve been in the system for a while, we ran a lot of the same plays in the AHL, so it’s been a pretty smooth transition. There’s so much talent on this team and I learn so much from them everyday. I’m just happy to work here, honestly.”

The two shared a smile that no one else quite understood and after Will gave her stern look, the pack of reporters moved on. Seabrook was shaking his head when Trevor looked over. “What? What now?”

“You should ask her out, man. You obviously like her. And…yup, she’s looking over at you again.”

“She is not and I’m not gonna give you the satisfaction of looking.”

“That’s cool, whatever.”

Trevor resisted for as long as possible, but when he looked up, sure enough, Cora was half listening to Will question Kane, but her eyes were clearly on him. When she was caught, she quickly looked away, blushing yet again.

Seabrook laughed. “Told you so.”

Doing his best to ignore his harassing teammates, Trevor worked on getting out of his gear as soon as possible so he could avoid any more embarrassing moments. Unfortunately, as he and a few teammates were walking out of the arena, he saw her again, sitting cross-legged on the floor, scribbling notes on small pad.

She looked up when she heard their steps and quickly stood, brushing her dress pants off and fumbling with her purse and notepad. Seabrook practically shoved Trevor towards her as the rest of them walked on.

He made an attempt at a joke. “We meet again. This is my lucky hallway or something.”

“Ha, yeah. I was just…writing some stuff down. Hard to find a quiet place to think around here.”

“Yeah, I guess. You’ll get used to it.”

She nodded and then filled the conversational lull. “You played well tonight.”

“You wanna get a drink sometime?” She laughed at the seemingly random question and he joined her. “I just meant, if you want, if you’re free, sometime, and you wanna get a drink, I’d be happy to take you for one.”

“Uh…yeah, I’d like that.”

He sounded truly shocked. “Really?”

“For sure, that’d be fun. We can drink to forget about my asking if you work here.”

“No worried about that, I told you. Can I walk you to your car?”

“I took the train, actually, but you can walk me out.”

It was a freezing Chicago night and he couldn’t imagine being without a car in that sort of weather. When they stepped outside, he told her, “Let me drive you home, it’s too cold for you to walk to the station.”

She looked him up and down as if debating about whether or not to trust him. Really, she was debating about whether or not she could trust herself to be alone with him. He was cute and built and his shyness only increased his sex appeal. She replied, “You sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. My car’s this way.”

He drove her home and they shared a tense moment in his car in front of her apartment building. Trevor was gripping the steering wheel so tight he was afraid he might rip it off, so he dropped his hands to his lap instead. He was about to say goodnight, but she spoke first. “You wanna come in? We could have that drink.”

Cora didn’t know what she was thinking, but she did know she wanted to spend hours talking to him and that she wasn’t ready to say goodnight just yet.

His mind was racing, but his only thought was yes, yes, yes. “Yeah, I’d love to.”

He followed her up the stairs, through her door, and then on into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and told him, “I have beer, wine, maybe a bottle of vodka in the freezer?”

“Wine is good. Red?”

“Of course.” She hauled the bottle out and set it on the counter. When she open the cabinet to grab two glasses and strained to reach them, Trevor stepped up close behind her, trapping her between his body and the counter.

“I got it.”

Cora froze, suddenly and intensely overwhelmed by his nearness. She let him reach over and around her for the glass, but when he made no attempt to move back away from her after setting them down, she turned to face him. Alone, away from the prying eyes of teammates and strangers and other members of the press, the shyness and awkwardness were gone and they were left with the sexual tension that had been simmering since they met. He held her gaze and fought to find the words.

“Cora…”

“Trevor.”

“Can I…”

“Yes, please do.”

With a smile, he cupped her face with both hands and moved in to kiss her. It was sweet and gentle, just like he was. But unlike their other interactions it was also bold, sure, and steady, because this was something he knew he could do well. He was terrible at communicating, but his body knew how to express what was on his mind better than his voice.

Cora was just happy he had made the first move so she didn’t have to. Being in her apartment with him had had her lady bits going crazy, but she hadn’t wanted to come on too strong.

He melted into her and found himself becoming obsessed with her mouth. Cora was weak from it as he was a masterful kisser, using the prefect pressure and pace to drive her wild and soon he had her writhing against him, gripping at his back and hungry for more.

He felt it too and he pulled away from her gasping. “You should tell me to leave.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to be a gentleman, but if I stay much longer that’s not going to happen.”

Cora nodded, but didn’t tell him to leave. Instead, she met his eyes and whispered, “Stay.”

Now he nodded and moved to kiss her again, asking first, “Bedroom?”

Between presses of her lips against his she answered, “There’s only one, I think you can find it.”

Smiling against her mouth, he responded, “Like you could find the locker room?”

“Smartass.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

He went back to kissing her and pulled her along down the hall of her apartment until he found her bedroom easily. Once there, she released him and started unbuttoning her shirt. He watched her, unable to look away. When her bra followed and her perky breasts were exposed, he felt his mouth hanging open.

She smiled and told him, “I’m gonna need you naked for this.”

He snapped to attention and started deconstructing the suit that covered his body. By the time she wearing nothing but another smile, he was just getting to his pants. His eyes stayed on her body as he worked them off, along with his boxers.

“Wow. You’re so pretty, Cora.”

“You’re a man of few words, Trevor.”

“Sorry.”

She stepped up to him, tenderly putting one hand on his solid chest and wrapping the other around his cock that was as hard as steel by now. “Don’t be sorry. I don’t mind.”

He moaned softly as she stroked him. “You don’t?”

“Nope, just don’t be shy with me, ok? Not now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His hand slipped between her thighs and he palmed her pussy as he kissed up her neck. He said against her skin, “Only if you promise to do the same for me.”

“Yes, yes.”

His mouth was back on hers and it was heady for both of them. They grasped and groped until Cora couldn’t take it anymore and stepped back, pulling him along with her until they landed on the bed.

Trevor just couldn’t stop kissing her. Her mouth was so plush, so sweet and while he knew his dick was dying to get into another part of her that was just as giving and wet, he still couldn’t bring himself to take action because he was so distracted by her tongue on his, the muffled sounds she made, her body under his palms.

Cora sat up, forcing him back, and then she use both hands to twist and turn them until he was lying on his back and she was straddling his hips. Trevor wanted to kiss her again, but her pussy was pressed against his shaft and he lost the will to do anything but lay there and feel her.

“Cora…that’s so good.”

She grinned and bent to kiss his chest. “So easy to please.”

“Sorry.”

“Stop being sorry.”

“Ok, whatever you want, just don’t stop.”

“Only to do something better.”

Cora sat up right and rocked back, nestling his shaft against her folds and rubbing herself against him. The head of his cock teased her clit and she had to agree, that was good, almost good enough to get her off, but not quite.

She came up on her knees and holding the base of his cock wiggled her hips down until she took all of him.

Trevor’s fingers squeezed her hips. “Ugh, fuck, Cora.”

“Oh, yeah, good.” She started to move, rocking back and forth at a moderate pace and letting them both get used to the glorious feel of the other. “This…you…good enough to make me forget about today.”

Trevor had closed his eyes, but he opened them now. “Don’t, don’t forget, it was awesome. I met you today.”

She let out a giggle that was mingled with a gasp of pleasure and leaned down to kiss his lips. “That was good, that’s true.”

She had stilled her motions while kissing him and Trevor felt liable to burst. “Baby, please move. You’re killing me.”

With another laugh, Cora sat up again and increased her pace, rutting their hips together and widening her thighs to feel him slip a little deeper. When she rested her hands on his chest for balance, he grabbed her wrists and then interlaced their fingers so she could hold his hands for leverage instead. She was lovely above him, such a sight to see that contrasted with her blushing humiliation. And yet, he thought, he liked her both ways, shy and sweet, but also bold and demanding.

When he was close, he let go of her hands and brought his thumb to her clit as she leaned back. He admired all her pale, now sweaty skin and thought about licking every inch of her when they were done.

“Trevor…yes, just like that.”

“Don’t stop, baby.”

“Oh, oh, oooooh!” He felt her come and jerking his hips up he let go as well, nearly dizzy from the sensation.

When she fell next to him, he wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her some more, something he thought he wouldn’t mind doing for days at a time.

After their lips were sore and swollen, he finally pulled away. “Thanks.”

“For the sex?”

“No, for thinking I worked at the arena. I wouldn’t have met you otherwise. And I’m very happy I met you, Cora.”

“You’re welcome. But tomorrow you need to teach me the names and faces of everyone on the team so it doesn’t happen again.”

He laughed before moving to kiss her again. “Fair enough.”

Notes

TBH, I can't decide if I like this or hate it with a passion, so you can let me know either way!