Move Over

One and only true thing Cindy Crosby said was, that road trips bring teams together. Yeah well Tuukka and I were getting extremely close. Closer than I wanted. I was okay with him at a distance- it was the only way I'd be able to have feelings for him and not totally get my heart crushed. The fact that we had to be in the same room together for almost nine nights was scary.

I cringed at my own thoughts as I walked down the hall towards 412. The team had booked out the whole floor, and Tyler was on the other side of Tuukka and I's room.

Seggy told me he airs out his equipment in the room. Nothing's worse than sweaty goalie gear. Trust me, it smells like ass crack. It's worse than regular equipment because there's more of it and goalie's sweat more. I opened the door, and sighed at the fresh smelling room. I threw my two bags in the corner and pulled off my shirt, revealing what the intense training of the off season produced, a flat stomach. Which is still weird since, I ate like a fucking elephant. I slipped off my pants, knowing that Tuukka wasn't going to be here for another few minutes. He'd been interviewed for longer than I had, and rushed to take a shower. I replaced the hot track pants I was wearing with my Nike basketball shorts. {here_click}

I yawned and threw myself at the neatly made queen bed.

The door opened and in came Tuukka. The door was slammed shut angrily, and he let out a huff of breath. I wasn't surprised that he was mad. He was always mad.

"Hey, Princess" I greeted and I could just feel him roll his eyes. I couldn't help it, being defensive was my way of hiding my emotions.

"Of all people" he muttered and threw his stuff beside the TV stand. I rolled my eyes at his remark and pushed up on my elbows.

"What's got you in a mood?" I asked. The question seemed to amuse him, as he let out a long string of condescending laughter.

"Everything's a mess!" He chuckled dryly but, it soon died out, "Hamstring is killing me, plus the stupid reporters are buzzing about you being so hot" he exclaimed and I blushed the color of scarlet. I looked the other way so that he didn't notice.

I knew he wasn't talking about my looks, but my save percentage which was well above Tuukka's. I would be pissed too.

"Just wait until someone hits me into the crossbar, then I'll be a mess for the rest of the season." I responded.

"Plus, my mum saw the sports news and is trying to either convince me to settle down or 'dump' you" he added.

"All mums hate me, so it's probably the second one" I shrugged, rolling onto my back so that I could see him properly. He looked flustered, and once he saw that I was wearing a sports bra, he blushed deeply.

He threw himself at the bed like I had, and stared deeply into the ceiling as if it was some masterpiece that he'd never seen before. I had the strange urge to hug him, but I pushed that thought away.

"You know what you need?" I asked and he looked at me,

"What?" he answered.

"You need to cut yourself a break," I concluded and then clarified my explanation,

"You can't always be the best," I paused, "You just have to step back, look at your life then say 'fuck it, I have nothing to lose' and play your hardest"

He chuckled, "Alek Lehto, the philosopher"

"It's not philosophy, it's the truth" I stated and he just continued laughing which, in the end made me laugh.

"No one knows anything about you, Lehto" he said, made a face, and he let out another chuckle.

"It's like, you weren't here one day and then the next you were"

"Well let me enlighten you. I'm a goalie, i enjoy winning and eating. Even though I'm a girl, I know how to fight. I have 4 brothers, Kol, Pekka, Cyrus, and Amos, along with one sister, Emmie. I'm the second youngest, Kol the oldest, then Pekka, Cyrus and Emmie, the youngest is Amos." I took a big breath and continued

"My sister left when my father got lung cancer, my mum stays in the hospital so often every nurse on their floor knows her name. My father's name is Benjamin and my mother's name is Janette. I was born in Savonlinna, like you, but I moved to a farm outside of Helsinki when I was 5. Before, I got drafted I lived with 2 guys in Degerby. That's it" I finished with a small sheepish smile.

"Oh, and my full name is Aleksandra Carita Lehto plus, I'm twenty-four" I added and I could sense him smiling.

"Whoa," he breathed and a smug smile came to my face.

"And I know you don't like talking about yourself so, i won't ask" I told him, he rolled over onto his side so he could look me straight in the eyes.

"Yeah," he smiled. "But, for you I'll make an exception"

"I'm Tuukka Mikael Rask, 40 is my lucky number. I know how to fight but, I've never been in one. I'm 26 years old, I was born and lived in Savonlinna. I have a temper, as do you. I like Tennis, Biking, Soccer, Running, X-Box, the drums and um.....you" he stated and I giggled like a school girl. Fuck, calm your ovaries, Alek.

"Really?" I asked and smiled "I like me, too" He chuckled.

He got up and jumped on me, tickling me to death. If you saw us, you'd think that we were a couple not a pair of goalies for the NHL who love kissing each other at random moments. He stopped tickling me, long enough for me to catch my breath. His face inches from mine. He glanced my lips.

"But guess who I like more?" I breathed heavily, my hand danced up his side- I felt him shiver a little, but never pull away or make me stop.

"Who?" His voice was sexy, and smooth as silk. I wanted him, and I couldn't deny it any longer. I hungered for his skin pressed up against mine. His breath on my neck. My fingers in his hair.

I pulled him down to my lips, wrapping my legs around his torso. His grabbed my waist and rolled us over so I was on top. He kissed back eagerly, like he wanted all of the same from me. I pulled back to say the one word I knew he wanted to hear.

"You"

He grabbed onto my waist and begun taking over the kissing, more urgent and demanding. I pulled his t-shirt off, revealing his tight stomach and fitted muscles. My eyes seemed to widen with every second I stared. His soft finger came up to lift my chin to look at him. I saw in his eyes he wanted exactly what I wanted. To be close to each other.

"Tuukka, I think I-" I was cut off mid-sentence by the ringing of my cell phone. I sighed.

Who the fuck is that?!

Notes

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