Move Over

i looked at the mirror and groaned out in frustration. Three quarters of my closet and I couldn't find something that made me look like a respectable girl worthy of Mrs. Rask's son. I knew it was stupid that was so hung up on something like what to wear but, she'd hate me no matter if I showed up at a 4 star restaurant looking like i normally do, all t-shirts and jeans.

"Alek?" Tuukka's voice echoed through my apartment.

"In here" I yelled back, pulling my blue dress over my head, leaving me in bra and panties. Tuukka wolf-whistled as he came up behind me, pulling me to him.

I bit my lip as his 'friend' brushed up against my back. I whipped around and pulled him down to my lips by his dress shirt collar. He pulled my legs around his torso. He moved his lips down my neck to my collar bone.

"No, No, Tuukka," I paused, pulling his head up, "Remember we have a diner with your family in half an hour"

He shrugged, continuing to kiss, then suck my neck. I giggled lightly as he nipped at my soft spot.I kissed his ear and nibbled on his lobe.

"Baby, I have to put on a dress," I said, while he chuckled. His hands roamed my back, tracing my spine with his fingers.

"I like the way you are right now" I smirked, and kissed his lips passionately.

"Yeah, I don't think your mum would like me showing up in a lace bra and panties" He shrugged again,

"She doesn't have a girlfriend that's as hot as you"

I scoffed trying to cover up my laughing, "I hope she doesn't" He slowly let me out of his warm, comforting arms.

I pulled my long sleeved dress on and went to my bathroom, Tuukka following in suit.

"You're just going to be a pest, aren't you?" I mumbled as he nuzzled the crook of my neck.

"Pretty much,"

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We pulled up to the restaurant and I was feeling the burn of nervousness in the pit of my stomach. I pulled at my clothes as we walked with his mum, dad, and brother to our table.

"You look pale, babe" Tuukka said, concern visible on his face. I pulled a fake smile onto my face, which Tuukka read easily. He knew me too well.

"I'm fine, Tukkster" I pecked his lips and sat across from his brother in the booth.

He was eyeing my chest and I was tempted to either punch him or flip him off. I could tell Tuukka noticed Joonas staring and pulled me into his side.

"Don't worry, I picked the right Rask brother" I whispered into his ear. His mum cleared her throat and pulled the menu in front of her sight.

"So, Alek, what's your save percentage?" Mr. Rask asked, and Mrs. Rask scoffed.

"The NHL is no place for girls'" She proclaimed and I pursed my lips in a straight line. My jaw clenched and I tried to control the urge to tell her the fuck off.

"My save percentage is .937, and that," I paused, glaring right at mumsy, "Mrs. Rask is higher than most male goalies in this league" She glared back at me, I felt that I had started a argument that I was most likely going to win. Sexist over facts was never going to win.

"Are you saying you're better than my son?" She demanded, trying to act as offended as she could. I rolled my eyes, stupid question. No, I wasn't, I didn't have the experience of Rask.

"In some aspects, yes, others no" I grasped Tuukka's hand under the table. Without ripping my eyes from Mrs. Rask's, I gave Tuukka's hand a gentle squeeze.

"My dear, she's an amazing goalie no matter her gender" Mr. Rask said, I smiled. I liked him, he knew his goalies,

"Thank you" I smiled. Joonas coughed and looked up at the waitress, who was looking from me and Mrs. Rask. Awkward, was the word to the describe the situation I was in.

"What do you have on tap?" Mr. Rask asked, and the waitress was pulled out of her daze.

After we all ordered, the awkwardness continued. I had ordered a double whiskey and coke, which struck up a conversation on my drinking. Which I politely told her that I wasn't an alcoholic and I could handle my liquor.

That was kind of the whole night besides the awesome conversations about hockey I shared with Tuukka, Joonas and Mr. Rask. They were usually interrupted by the bitch saying some sexist thing about my NHL career. We were making our way out of the restaurant around 9:00 when, Mrs. Rask pulled me over.

"You're an amazing person, Alek" her words made my mouth drop open.

"I like your feistiness and you willingness to tell someone to shove it when you know their point is invalid. My son is in love with you, I can tell and I want you to know, I really like you"

My mouth was hanging open by the time she was finished. She walked past me with a small smile playing at her lips. I walked behind Tuukka and as soon as his family was out of hearing range, i jumped on him and squealed.

"She fucking LIKES ME!!!" I whisper-yelled, jumping up and down. Tuukka licked his lips and kissed me with such passion it almost made me lose my footing. Where'd that come from? No one had ever kissed me like that before. All my mind could register was to kiss back, and I did.

"Where'd that come from, Honey?" I smirked, feeling a certain something press against my stomach.

"I just love you so much, more than you'll ever know, more than words can tell"

I smiled and pecked his lips, "Well.....Believe me, I love you too"

He gave me a skeptical look,

"I love your eyes, I love your laugh, I love how as much as I want to be mad at you I can't because you're too amazing, I love how you look after a win and I love how I can calm you down after a loss, I love how you never look at any other girls' ass, I love how you can put a smile on my face even if I'm sad or raging mad and I love that you love me." I kissed him to seal my paragraph.

His eyes burned into mine with lust and want. Believe me when I say I really wanted him.

"Let's go home"

I nodded and pulled him down to my lips again, "Drive fast"

Notes

I'm sorry i haven't updated in like....forever, but i've been dealing with some tiredness and writers block. Anyway, how did you like it? Bye! See ya when i update again. Oh, yeah, i'm writing another story. Evgeni Malkin, sorry Boston fans, anyway love all of y'all.