(This is dedicated to all my awkward girls who don't want to meet their idols because they know for a fact they will act like a fool. Also, dedicated to myself because I want Wayne to lick all my tattoos and call me babe.)

They were halfway through warm ups when Wayne saw her, was instantly struck dumb by the sight of her. Dark reddish-brown hair, pale blue eyes, round cheeks that took up most of the space on her serious face. She was fussing with a camera, a nice one as far he could tell, and pointing it at various players as they skated passed her.

He skated over towards her and she didn’t seem to notice. All her attention was on the the little screen of her camera as she snapped photo after photo of the other players. He hung around at patch of ice directly in front of her, casually using the end of his stick to work a puck, doing his best to look like he was actually warming up and not acting like a peeping Tom. He’d look at the puck, then her. Back and forth. She still didn’t seem to take note of him.

He watched her so long he noticed that she ran the tip of her tongue along the corner of her half-open mouth every time she took a photo. Long enough to watch her push her glasses up her nose about ten times. Long enough to feel his dick start to grow in his suddenly too small cup. Until finally, enough was enough.

He pounded on the glass, unable to do so in a gentlemanly manner and she glanced towards him with a startled look in her eyes. And they were lovely eyes, big and blue and innocent. He couldn’t hear her, but he saw her lips move in the shape of a “yeah?”

He pointed his own forearm and then at her, shouting over the booming base of the music, “I like your tattoos.”

Her pale skin blushed a bright red and it was so adorable he laughed. She mouthed back, “thank you,” and gave him a sweet smile. Then, she looked away. He was not expecting to be brushed off so quickly and when he looked at her friend, she wasn’t expecting it either. She nudged the beauty with the camera until she looked back at Wayne, smiling awkwardly and starting to blush again.

She was just such an odd combination of bold and shy. Her arms were covered with tattoos, and he was sure there were many more he couldn’t see under her clothes. Clearly the woman was used to people looking at her in public because that much ink naturally drew attention. And yet she flushed every time he glanced at her and appeared almost faint when he smiled.

He smiled again and she shouted back, “You don’t have any.” He gave her a confused look and she said, “Tattoos. You don’t have any.” She muttered something else, but he couldn’t hear it.

Regardless, warm ups were over so he gave her a wave and skated off. Though he did turn around and watch her bury her face in her hands while her friend slapped her arm. He went back into the locker room with a smile plastered to his face, thinking about her cherub-like face turning red under his gaze.

“What the fuck was that about?”

“Ugh, I don’t know! I panicked.”

“You know you sounded like a crazy person, right? Why would you know he doesn’t have any tattoos unless you spend way too much time looking at his pictures on the internet. And why would you just randomly say that to him?”

“Mariah, you are not helping.”

She rubbed her sweet friend’s back and laughed. “I know, but my God, Jesslyn, you are just so fucking awkward. He was totally hitting on you.”

Jesslyn knew that, too many man had used her tattoos as an in for her to be unaware of what Simmonds had been trying to do. Normally she didn’t mind, they were a great conversation piece after all, but hearing it from Wayne? The man she obsessed over in the privacy of her mind day in and day out? That was too much to handle and she could admit she panicked and fucked it all up.

She had noticed him in front of the glass right away. She always noticed him no matter where he was on the ice. But it was like being too close to the sun; she had had to look away. Because if she would have looked directly at him she might have combusted. She and Mariah had never sat this close before. The tickets had been a birthday gift from her father and the splurge suddenly felt like a bad idea.

Most people dream for years about meeting their favorite hockey player, but not Jesslyn. She enjoyed worshiping the Flyers and Simmonds from afar and had zero desire to meet any of them. And this embarrassing moment proved her point - her people skills were way too underdeveloped, pretty much ensuring she would make a fool out of herself in front of the men she adored more than life.

And she definitely had.

Mariah heard Jesslyn groan into her hands again. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he didn’t tell anyone. Except G. And probably Ghost. In fact they’re probably all laughing at you in the locker room right now.”

“Kill me, please. Just end it.”

“Not a chance. After we beat the Pens tonight, then I’ll kill you.”

The Flyers did beat the Pens 4-0, making the entire city of Philly jubilant, as usual. Also, as usual, Jesslyn couldn’t take her eyes off Wayne the entire time. The only difference is, this time, he looked right back. Smiling every time he skated passed her, even as he was intensely focused on the action.

And each time, Jesslyn felt her skin burn hot and Mariah slapped her arm excitedly. After the game, the girls gathered their things and started to make their way out. They were met at the end of their aisle by a security officer who stopped them.

“Hold up.” He checked his phone and then pointed at Jesslyn. “You have to come with me.”

Worry was painted on her face and Johnny felt like a pile of shit for doing this. She asked hesitantly, “Did I do something wrong?”

“I got a report that you were involved in a breach of the fan conduct policy. I just need to ask you a few questions before you leave.”

Now she looked near tears and he felt even worse. Mariah, though, got right up in his face. “I need more information before I let that happen and I mean details. You can’t just hand us some bullshit line and then haul her off like this. We have rights, you know.”

“Ma’am, you need to calm down.”

“Fuck you. I’m not doing shit until you give me a good reason why you need to have a conversation with my friend.”

“This doesn’t involve you.”

“Our business doesn’t involve you either, rent-a-cop.”

“Hey!”

Jesslyn pulled Mariah back and said softly, “It’s alright. I…it’s fine. I’ll go talk to him and I’ll meet you at home.”

“No. No way. I’ll go with you. I don’t trust this guy.”

Johnny rolled his eyes. “I just do as I’m told, ma’am.”

“Call me ‘ma’am’ one more time, you orders-following Nazi, and I’m gonna put my foot straight up your ass. No lube.”

“Mariah, please. Just go home. I’ll sure I’ll be on the next train.”

Mariah looked at the security guard. “She better be.” She said to Jesslyn, “Call me as soon as you leave.”

Reluctantly, Mariah let Johnny lead Jesslyn off. When they were away from the crowd he told her, “I’m sorry to have to do this.”

“It’s alright. I know you’re just doing your job. Can you tell me what I’m accused of doing?”

“Nothing serious. Just need to clear some things up. Go on in.”

He held open the door to a small office and Jesslyn entered, settling herself on a metal folding chair, holding her bag against her body with both arms. She had never been arrested before, never even been pulled over for speeding. Even though this guy wasn’t a real cop, it still felt scary.

“Wait here. I’ll be back in a bit and we can get this sorted out.”

He left Jesslyn alone with her thoughts, which was probably the worst thing he could have done. She mentally ran through her actions since the start of the game and found that she had done nothing out of sorts. Sure, she and Mariah had mocked some Pens fans who were sitting nearby, but every Philly fan did that. Jesslyn hadn’t even cussed or flipped them off like others had.

She came to the conclusion that there was no reason she should have been singled out. None at all. And then the door opened and Simmonds walked in and she felt the oddest sensation of both relief and horror. She realized what this was really about, hence the relief, but she was also alone with Simmonds, which is what it was really about, hence the horror.

He smiled and then frowned immediately after. “Hey. Hi. Sorry about all this. You look upset.”

“I…no.”

“No you’re not upset?”

Jesslyn stood, sure that she looked like an overripe beet, her skin betraying her once again. She fumbled with her bag and said, “Can I go?”

“Why do you want to leave?”

“I…I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I don’t want you to say anything. I just wanted to talk.”

Jesslyn felt her face screw up, but she couldn’t help the ugly look from coming over her. “Why?”
Wayne chuckled and suddenly she found it hard to breath. Good God, she was actually here, in this room, alone with Wayne, and he was laughing. He was smiling at her. Fuck.

“I don’t really know. I guess I just kind of like you. Which is weird since I don’t know you. But I want to.”

Wayne watched her make a face of pure horror as she practically shouted, “Why?” He laughed again and she hide her face behind her hands, muttering, “God, I am fucking this up, aren’t I?”

He came a little closer. “What’s your name?”

She didn’t look at him when she responded, “Jesslyn.”

“Gorgeous. Like you.”

Now her head snapped up. “What? Why - how…what the fuck is happening?”

He ignored her outburst and asked, “Can I ask you a question, Jesslyn?”

She groaned. “Please don’t say my name like that.”

“Like what? How did I say it?”

“Like…you know…” He continued to stare at her and she finally threw her hands up and let them fall back against her body. “Like we’re in bed together. Don’t say it like that. So…intimate.”

The urge to get this woman into bed had been growing by the second and now it feel like a need rather than a desire. He wanted to tell her that he could say her name a lot more intimate than he had, that she would love how it sounded whispered against her ear while his cock was buried in her pussy. This shy, stammering girl was driving him wild and he had no idea why.

Instead, he smiled and said, “Does that make you uncomfortable?”

Without thinking she said, “You make me uncomfortable.”

His face fell. “I don’t want to do that. I can leave.”

“No, no. I should go. This…I don’t know what this is, but I’m not…I don’t think I’m what you think I am.”

“What do I think you are?”

“Bold…forward. I’m not looking to meet hockey players, okay? That’s not me.”

“I know. That’s why I like you. Most women would have thrown their panties at me if I talked to them during warm ups. You tried to ignore me even though I saw you were wearing my jersey.”

Of course she was, she was always wearing Simmond’s jersey when they went to games. Now the fabric felt too rough on her body, made her too aware of his eyes on her.

She rambled on. “I’m not good at this stuff. What was your question?”

“Which one?”

“Before…after you told me I was pretty. You wanted to ask me a question.”

Simmonds braved another step forward and Jesslyn didn’t back up. She did have to lean her head back to keep meeting his eyes, which she somehow managed to do.

“I didn’t say you were pretty. I said you were gorgeous. And you are.”

She blushed again and when Wayne put his palm against her warm cheek she gasped, but didn’t pull away.

“Is this alright? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Jesslyn.”

When he said her name again, her eyes closed and she panted out a few quick breaths before she opened them again. “I think I’m starting to get used to it.”

“Good. I wanted to ask you to have dinner with me tonight. Some of the guys are going out and -”

“No. I can’t do that. I can’t…have dinner with the fucking Flyers. That’s too much.”

He cupped her other cheek and cradled her face with both palms. His voice got quiet, reassuring. “Okay. Then just have dinner with me.”

She asked him again, “Why?” And then she winced as if she had pained herself. “I mean…Wayne…I’m not…I’m just…I should go.”

Clearly she was not going to make this easy so he cut right to the chase. “How about I kiss you instead?”

She gasped again and then shook her head. “Please don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because if you do I might pass out.”

“I’ll catch you. Jesslyn…tell me I can kiss you. Ask me to kiss you.”

How was she supposed to form words when her heart was racing so fast and it was hard enough to catch a breath? Wayne Simmonds had not only arranged for her to come back here, but now he wanted to kiss her. This was a fantasy, someone else's life, not hers.

She met his eyes and they were so dark, so intense, so full of desperation. “Jesslyn, ask me.”

Something snapped, maybe even broke inside of her when she finally came to terms with the fact this was happening to her, no one else. He wanted her, no one else. Why? Who knows, who cares. But she did know she would be an idiot to fuck this up even more than she already had.

She closed her eyes, unable to even look at him as she whispered, “Kiss me. Please.”

He bent down, sighing when he pressed his lips to hers. And then he couldn’t hold back the groan when he felt her bottom lip tremble against his. He back them up, eased her against the wall and then he got down to it.

He had to have a taste, even just a little one. His tongue met hers and the little moan that came from the back of her throat was enough to send his heart hammering in his chest. He set the pace, aggressive, barely containing his lust because it was raging too hard to even try and keep it a secret.

He wasn’t surprised at his behavior, but he was nearly stunned into stillness when she put her leg over his hip, drawing him closer, slotting their bodies together perfectly.

When he felt his cock press against the softness between his legs, he broke the kiss. “Fuck.”

She smiled at him, still shy and a little unsure, but a beautiful smile nonetheless. “I’m awkward as shit, but I’m not a virgin, Wayne.”

“Thank Christ.” He kissed her again, this time to make his intentions even more clear he thrust his hips gently against hers. Teasing about what he’d like to do her, what he would do to her if she let him get her alone.

And the more he stroked, the more she moaned and the bolder she became. It was always like this for Jesslyn; she could barely carry on a conversation with a man, but if they could get passed her initial shyness, break down the wall, she was perfectly capable of meeting them as equals in the bedroom.

As long as they were kissing and not talking, touching and not talking, she was fine. This she could do, and do it well. Even with Wayne, a man she never considered a real person, just a fantasy, a perfect ideal that would never manifest itself in her reality.

But he was here, in her arms, making her body crave him by just working his mouth against hers. And speaking of bodies, his was perfect. When she stopped thinking and just let herself experience this, she ran her hands over his broad shoulders and then down his long torso. Tall and lean and built like a beautiful machine his body, even hidden under his gameday suit, was a thing of beauty.

If she kept touching him like that, Wayne was definitely going to throw her down on Johnny’s desk and fuck her until next week. Reluctantly, he pulled back, enjoying the sight of her swollen, panting mouth.

“Forget dinner. You wanna come back to my place?”

She said nothing, only bit her lip and stared at him. Wayne would have given anything to know what was running through her mind just then.

Jesslyn was thinking about how insane this was. How this wasn’t supposed to be happening. Not to her and not with Wayne. And then she thought about the fact that Mariah would kill her if she walked away. More than that, she would hate herself.

“I have to call Mariah to let her know I’m alright.”

Wayne took her hand. “Call her in the car.”

The next twenty minutes felt about as surreal as you might think they would. There was Wayne pulling her down the hallway, Giroux smiling at them as they hustled passed the locker room. Streit looking mildly confused and then winking at Jesslyn. Then there was the debacle with Mariah on the phone.

All the screaming and teasing went on for a while until Jesslyn just hung up on her. And then she was in Wayne’s house, in his bedroom, standing in front of him with this bed right fucking there.

He reached for her and he put her hand up. “Hold on. I have to show you something because I don’t want you to just see it after we get things going and then it ends up being weird.”

“I’m starting like your brand of weird, but go ahead. Show me anything you want, babe.”

He sat on the bed, grinning up at her and Jesslyn unbuttoned her jeans, shoving them down just far enough to expose her hip. She tilted her body so Wayne could see what she was showing him and then she looked at the ceiling, mortified that she was actually doing this.

Wayne reached out and ran his hand over the Flyers’ logo she had tattooed high on her left hip. It was clearly old, the colors faded. Then he used one finger to trace the stylized number seventeen that was done underneath.

“Jesus, will you please say something.”

He wanted to, but the truth is he didn’t know what to say. Seeing this girl wear his jersey was sexy enough, but seeing his number permanently marked on her skin was next level arousing. It made him feel feral, like she had already marked herself as his territory and he was finally coming to claim it.

“This…this is fucking hot, Jesslyn.”

“It’s not…weird? I mean, you know, because we’re gonna…and I’ve got…you know…”

Wayne was pretty sure he could stare at those nervous looking blue eyes for the rest of his life and not get bored. And yet there were also many other things calling out for his attention. First among them the red panties he got a glimpse of.

He tugged her jeans down, but left her panties on for now. When her legs were free of the denim, he pulled her into his lap.

“It’s not weird. I told you, it’s sexy as hell. How long have you had that?”

“Logo since I was eighteen. Added your number four years ago.”

“And yet you tried to ignore me when I talked to you during warm ups.”

“I…I told you. I’m not good at this stuff.”

“Talking?”

“Yes. Please, just…come on.”

She shifted around his lap, moved to kiss him again, but he was having far too much fun making her work for it. He tilted his head away. “Ask me for it.”

That was probably the one thing Jesslyn couldn’t do right now. Instead, she climbed out of his lap and then shed the jersey she was wearing. Wayne watched as she undid and dropped her bra. When she pulled down her panties, he groaned aloud.

And he had been right. Aside from her arms and the Flyers piece on her hip Jesslyn had tattoos running up and down her legs as well, plus a small gathering of flowers on her lower back. She stepped around him, laying down on the bed behind him as he turned to watch every move she made. The sheets were soft, the comforter fluffy and welcoming. And she laid there waiting for him, shaking with nerves and anticipation.

Not for very long. Wayne pulled off his suit coat and then crawled between her legs. When his hands touched the skin of her legs she shivered. Goosebumps rose on her flesh and she felt her nipples go stiff, standing at attention. The wool of his slacks was rough on her sensitive skin and yet she just wanted more of the contact.

She closed her eyes, letting him caress her slowly. She felt his mouth brush the underside of her breast, his tongue then licked across her hard nipple. “When we’re done, I’m gonna lick every tattoo on your body.”

“Oh…yes.”

“But not now.”

Jesslyn shook her head, agreeing with him, not now.

“Look at me.” She did, meeting his deep dark eyes. He sat up, started to unbutton his dress shirt while she watched. “I need you to promise me something.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t stop looking at me. If you do, I’m gonna stop fuck you. I like that weirdness of you, Jesslyn, but I like your boldness more. I’m gonna need you to give to me all night, alright?”

This time she nodded her head in agreement. It might seem like a small thing, but it was massive to her and he knew that. Jesslyn felt a lot of things: insecure, confused, needy and desperate. But the longer Wayne looked at her like she was the most lovely thing he had ever seen, the less she worried about all the nagging questions still floating around in her mind.

She sat up to help. Freeing the last few buttons and tugging the shirt free of his pants. As she worked his belt, she kissed the soft, dark skin of his chest and she could almost feel his heart thud against his ribs as she did so.

And goddamn did he smell good, masculine and clean, his soap or cologne carrying a woodsy hue to it. He finished the job, peeling his pants off until he was as naked as Jesslyn. She hauled him down to the bed, throwing a leg over his hips and then bending to kiss his neck. Those long fingers of his set her skin on fire as he dragged them up and down her back and sides.

She licked across his collarbones and he sat forward slightly to lick at her earlobe before he bit down on it.

“Jess…Jesslyn.”

“Yes, God, yes, Wayne.”

He chuckled against her skin. “So I can say your name like that now? What’d you call it? Intimate? Like we’re in bed together.”

“Ugh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. It’s good.”

“I know.”

He shifted swiftly, putting her underneath his big body and pressing her thighs open with his hips. Intimate was certainly the word to describe it. His cock was heavy and hot against her stomach, her cunt wet and pressed against him, his hands wrapping around her wrists.

He let go of one of them. “Do me a favor, Jesslyn.”

“Yeah?”

“Grab my dick and put it inside you, please.”

Jesslyn gasped and then giggled, feeling gratefully that he could be so silly and yet dead ass serious at the same time.

She reached down, taking hold of his impressive length and putting it against her entrance.

Wayne grabbed her wrist again and held them both down. “I got it. Don’t close your eyes. Don’t stop looking at me. Promise?”

“Yeah. Yes. Oh, God.”

He pushed in, stretching her as he went and Jesslyn had to fight to keep her eyes open and on him. She was rewarded with his smile when he was finally fully inside of her. “You don’t stop, I won’t stop.”

“Wayne, is this real? Are you seriously doing this right now?”

“Trust me, babe, when you wake up sore tomorrow, you’re gonna know for sure that this was real.”

“Good. Good.”

He pulled back, pushing in as she whimpered and then bit her lip. He leaned down to kiss her, nibbling on her tongue and then thrusting into her mouth as he pumped between her legs. He kept his eyes open and so did she.

There was something so mind blowing about having her watch him as she made love to her, kissing her languidly. He didn’t know why he insisted she do it, but it felt important to him at the time. He didn’t want her to be able to recede, to hide from him or what they were doing. Even though she took on a certain level of boldness when he touched her, he wanted more.

He wanted her to be comfortable with him, all the time, not just when he was kissing or fucking her. He wanted her smiles to come easy and be genuine, not self-conscious, he wanted to compliment her without a blush spreading spreading across her skin, and he wanted to worship her until she felt as beautiful as he thought she was.

Jesslyn just wanted to live in this moment for the rest of her life. Wayne’s body on top of hers, inside of her, Wayne’s adorable face smiling and panting as he fucked her, Wayne’s scent and sweat combining with hers, Wayne’s voice saying her name again and again, Wayne’s groans blending with her moans. Wayne.

“Wayne…”

It was perfect. He was perfect. And the longer she looked at him, the less she wanted to look away.

He pressed her harder into the mattress, his hips to hers, his hands still around her wrists keeping her still.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

As soon as she did, the pressure in her abdomen built even more. Tense, tight hotness spreading from her cunt to her stomach and along her limbs.

“Yes, right there. Holy shit.”

Against her will, her eyes started to flutter closed.

“Don’t stop, Jesslyn. Look at me.”

“Okay. But, Wayne…goddamn.”

He put his forehead to hers, his torso right against hers making her nipples rub against his chest. His kiss was breathless, restless. “When you come, you can close your eyes. Only then. Yeah?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“Are you gonna come for me, Jesslyn?”

“Yes, God, yes.”

He kissed her jaw, then her throat, then her neck. All the while his hips pumped faster, faster, faster as he kept going deeper each time.

“If you look at me when you come, I’ll give you a present.”

Jesslyn giggled as best she could and asked, “What?”

“I’ll eat your pussy until you wake my neighbors up with your screaming.”

Now she full on laughed and pulled her hands free of his hold. She clasped them together behind his neck and met his eyes. “Are you watching?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Cause…I’m gonna come…and I want to make sure you see me looking at you when I do. I want my present.”

“I’m watching. But just so you know, I was gonna do that no matter what.”

“I know. Don’t stop, Wayne. Right there, just like that. You’re so good. So good. Will you come with me?”

“Yeah, babe. Now?”

“Yeah, yeah, oh…fuck. Yes. Wayne, yes. Fuck me, yes.”

She came and then he came and he watched her watch him the whole time, which only made it even more beautiful. When he laid down next to her, he waited for her to retreat again, curl up and hide.

She didn’t. She kept looking at him, watching him watch her. And it only made him want her even more.

“Whenever you’re ready, let me know and I’ll give you your present.”

“Aren’t you tired? You played hard tonight.”

“I’ll be fine. Practice isn’t until eleven tomorrow.”

“Right…practice. Because you’re Wayne Simmonds, from the Flyers. And I just fucked you. Holy…shit!”

Now she covered her face and he could only laugh, grabbing her hands away and kissing them. “We’re gonna have to work on this, Jesslyn. Stop thinking so much. I’m just Wayne, that’s it, that’s all you need to know.”

Jesslyn groaned and then grunted when he rolled back on top of her. “Easier said than done.”

“Like I said, we’ll work on it. Practice makes perfect. And I know you can do it. Just keep looking at me, okay?”

With a face like the one he had, looking at him was the easy part. “Okay.”

Notes

Also, FYI I'm totally gonna hook Mariah up with another Flyer because I love that team. If you have suggestions for her bedmate, let me know!