One Shots

Charlotte glared out the window at the falling snow, a mug of steaming hot chocolate in her hands. A thick hoodie covered her three layers of thermal undershirts and she had about four pairs of wool socks on her feet, all ensconced in fuzzy slippers. She was so caught up in her internal tiff with the weather gods that she didn’t even hear the sound of the garage door opening and her boyfriend walking into the house.

“Hey babe, where did everyone go?” PK asked, surprising Charlotte.

She spun around, her cocoa nearly spilling out of the mug. “Jesus Christ, try not to kill me of a heart attack,” she huffed. “Your family went out to pick up some last minute decorations for the tree. They were planning to wait for you so you could go with them, but since you were getting late, I said I’d stay behind. Plus, I didn’t really want to go out in this miserable weather.”

Since PK had an extended Christmas break this season, they had decided to visit his family in Canada for the holidays. Charlotte absolutely adored his parents and siblings who had treated her like kin ever since they first met her, but there was no doubt in her mind that Canada was not where she wanted to be during winter. A Florida girl through and through, she had suffered through Montreal winters with a lot of whining and complaining (much to PK’s amusement, of course), but she had secretly hoped that was the last they’d ever see of snow and sub-zero temperatures when they moved to Nashville.

He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head. “One day, I’ll make you appreciate winter.”

She scrunched up her nose. “I do appreciate winter, just when it’s in Florida and 70 degrees and sunny.”

He ran his hands up and down her shoulders, holding back his laughter at how ridiculous she looked in all those layers. “How about this, you come outside for 15 minutes and I swear that I won’t bother you about it again.”

She studied him closely, appraising his suggestion. “Ever again?” She raised one eyebrow at him.

He held up his hands in surrender. “I solemnly swear that I will never force you to come out of the house during winter again if you come out right now.”

“In that case, we have a deal.” She shook his hand, walking to the coat closet and taking out two coats, several gloves, and then hats and scarves.

PK watched her in slight disbelief. “Char, you know that you’re only dressing yourself, right? Not an entire army?”

She narrowed her hazel eyes at him. “My dear, I have no intention of freezing to death. So pardon me if I sacrifice dignity for not dying.”

He scoffed lightheartedly, pulling on the bare necessities and heading out into the snow. Charlotte followed closely behind, hesitating when she reached the edge of the backyard porch. “PK this is a terrible idea. What if these boots don’t work and I slip and fall and hit my head on the ice? You don’t want to be nursing me on life support.”

Rolling his eyes, PK groaned. “You’re so dramatic, nothing’s going to happen.” She took one tentative step out into the blustery cold, testing the waters. When she didn’t die on the spot, she took one more step, eventually slipping and sliding her way to PK, grabbing him tightly. He looked down at her, her face buried in his coat, her hands wrapped around his waist as if he anchored her to the ground. “See, it wasn’t that bad.”

She looked up at him, dropping her arms from around his waist. “My nose is cold.”

“Awww poor baby, let me make it better.” He leaned forward as if going in for a kiss, but suddenly pulled back, using his free hand to throw a handful of snow in her face.

When she finally stopped spluttering and brushed all the snow from her face, she wheeled around to face PK, who had run to the other side of the yard, far away from her wrath, and was cackling away at her expense.

Her brow furrowed as she glowered at him. “Oh, you're going to pay for that, you ass,” she growled, grabbing a gloveful of snow and charging after him. Charlotte chased him around the yard, around trees and bushes, until she finally caught up with him, dumping the contents of her mitten down the back of his shirt and watching with evil glee as he shivered and tried to shake it off.

They continued their game long after the agreed 15 minutes were up, giggling like children as they chucked snowballs at each other, usually aiming for the face in a true reflection of their maturity. In her effort to avoid PK’s snowball heading straight for her, Charlotte tried to sidestep, but lost her footing, causing her to fall backwards into a snowdrift. He ran over to her, hoping she wasn't hurt, but instead she was laughing hysterically as she rolled around.

She stretched her hands up as if to ask for help standing, but when PK reached for her, she tugged him down, and he landed face first in the snow with a thud. When their laughter finally died down, PK looked over at his girlfriend, her usually rosy cheeks even more flushed, her auburn curls peeking out from under her hat covered in flakes of snow.

He moved closer to her, gently kissing her snow-dusted eyelashes, moving his lips to brush against her reddened nose, before finally getting to her lips. As he hovered there for a second, millimeters between them, Charlotte could feel the warm puff of his breath against her frosty skin. Finally, he leaned down, moving his lips against hers in a kiss that was intimate, yet retained some of the playfulness of the moment. Suddenly, they heard a high-pitched “ewwww!” that caused them to pull apart in a hurry, slightly guilty looks on their faces.

PK’s nephew, Legacy, stood on the edge of the porch, covering his eyes. Clearly the two of them had been so caught up in each other that they hadn’t noticed the rest of the family returning home. “Are you guys done yet? I don’t want to open my eyes if you’re still giving Aunt Charlotte mouth-to-mouth.”

Now that he knew that it wasn’t his mom who walked in on that moment, Charlotte could feel the tension leave PK’s body. “What if she wants me to give her mouth to mouth?” he sassed back.

“PK! Don’t corrupt him!” Charlotte hissed, using her glove-clad hand to slap his chest.

Legacy, however, was used to his uncle’s antics. “Mom says that it’s a miracle that Aunt Charlotte has put up with you for so long.”

PK’s jaw dropped in mock outrage. Clambering back up to his feet, he brushed snow off himself. “Oh your mom said that, did she?” He chased after Legacy, who ran straight to Charlotte, squealing excitedly the entire way, flinging himself into Charlotte’s arms. “Oh so that’s how it is, huh?”

Charlotte whispered something into Legacy’s ear, who nodded in acknowledgement. The two of them turned to PK, shared a quick look, and then took off after him. It wasn’t long until PK was on his back on the ground, Legacy rubbing snow into his face and hair. “Mercy, mercy!” PK pleaded, in stitches from laughing so hard at his nephew. “I thought I was your favorite uncle!”

He paused for a second, as if considering his last statement. “Uncle Malcolm bought me chocolate when he visited so he’s my favorite now.”

“But I brought you that cool guitar from Nashville!”

“Uncle PK, you cannot eat a guitar. You can eat chocolate,” he told him seriously, as if PK was a two-year old.

“Legacy, quit bothering Charlotte and PK and go have a bath so you’re ready for dinner, okay?” A voice rang out above the noise. PK’s sister Nastassia stood in the doorway, chuckling lightly at the three of them. Legacy obediently followed his mom’s directions, but not before shoving one last handful of snow in his uncle’s face.

When they returned inside, Charlotte went straight upstairs to shower and change into something nicer for the evening. She had barely stepped under the warm jets of water when she felt a large body pressed up behind hers. “PK, what do you think you're doing?”

“Saving water?”

He grabbed the soap and began to run the bar over her body, over her breasts and down the planes of her stomach. “PK, we are not having sex in the shower. I need to go downstairs and help your mom with dinner and also this seems like a really good way to slip and fall and probably die.”

He continued to trail the soap across her skin, nuzzling his face into her shoulder. “I sometimes forget what a pessimist I'm dating. But we don't need to have sex to have fun in the shower.”

Placing the soap back on the wire rack, PK slipped one hand between Charlotte’s legs, gently pushing her thighs apart. He dragged his finger over her wet lips, circling her clit, but never actually touching it, feeling her shudder against him.

She pushed her hips back, rubbing her ass against his cock. She knew that it wasn’t the shower that was to blame for the wetness dripping down her thighs; rather it was PK’s delicate, teasing touch.

When she was finally wet enough for his satisfaction, PK slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that one spot that made her come undone every time. “Oooooh yes, fuck, PK, just like that,” Charlotte moaned, trying to keep her voice low so they wouldn’t be caught.

She fell forward, using one hand to brace herself against the wall. Her other hand reached behind her, grabbing PK’s cock and running her thumb over the tip, which was weeping precome. PK hissed at the contact, his already hard cock responding to her experienced hands. She began to stroke him in time to his fingers moving inside her and it wasn’t long until they were panting, both painfully close to the edge. PK came first, spilling into her hand and onto the shower tile, muffling his groan by biting down on her collarbone.

He sped up the pace of his fingers, using his thumb to stimulate her clit. As she came, she opened her mouth in a silent scream, her body quivering and pulsating against PK’s as he held her, letting her ride out the pleasure. When her body finally relaxed, she turned around in his arms, kissing him on the cheek. “Come on, finish washing up so that we can go back downstairs. I don’t need your family getting suspicious about what we’re doing up here.”

PK pouted, but acquiesced anyway. Before long, they had returned downstairs, Charlotte helping PK’s sisters and his mom with dinner in the kitchen, and PK setting the table with his dad and brothers-in-law, playing with his nieces and nephews in front of the fireplace. As his mom worked on the glaze for the ham currently sitting in the oven, Charlotte began to pour the cake batter she had been mixing into a prepared pan, smoothing out the top and placing it into the oven, when her boyfriend arrived in the kitchen, clearly on the hunt for some food.

As he reached for one of the roasted potatoes cooling on the side of the sink, his mom slapped his hand away. “Don’t start stealing food before dinner, young man. If you’re not in here to help, you can get your butt back to the living room.”

“But I’m hungry!” He tried using puppy-dog eyes on his mom, but years of dealing with him had made her immune to it. Charlotte stifled laughter at her boyfriend’s desperate attempts to get a pre-dinner snack.

“Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes. Stop whining and set the table instead.”

PK moved his attention to Charlotte. “Babe. You know I love you, right? Just one taste, and I’ll be out of here, I promise.”

His mom whirled around, shaking her whisk menacingly in her son’s direction. “I swear to god, you are absolutely shameless. You’d think that I’m trying to starve you, the way you’re going on.”

As soon as she turned back around, Charlotte stuck a teaspoon in the bowl, scraping off some leftover cake batter and offering it to PK, whose expression was one of childlike joy. “Don’t think I didn’t see you giving in to my son,” Mrs. Subban chided, smiling at the antics of the young couple. “Come on now, I think everything is ready, save for the cake.” She ushered the two of them out of the kitchen, piling bowls of food into their arms to take to the table.

Sitting beside each other at the dining table, Charlotte watched PK interact with his family, the way his eyes lit up whenever his nephews talked hockey with him, the gentle teasing his sisters subjected him to, and the way his mother kept piling food on his plate as if that would be enough to weigh him down and keep him from leaving in two days.

Unbeknownst to Charlotte, PK was doing the same thing to her. Every time she laughed at one of his dad’s admittedly-terrible jokes, when she reached over to help cut baby Angie’s slice of ham into bite-sized pieces, and the way that his sisters talked to her as if she’d always been a part of the family. It might have only been three years, but he couldn’t imagine Christmas without her.

Under the table, he reached into her lap to take her hand, entwining their fingers together. As soon as she felt his touch, she turned to face him, giving him a soft smile before resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m absolutely stuffed, that was delicious,” she declared, as everyone around the table nodded their agreement.

After dinner, everyone made their way to the living room, gathering around the fireplace and Christmas tree to exchange gifts. PK and Charlotte had bought Angie an American Girl doll with all the additional fixings and then entirely new hockey equipment for his nephews, which they opened with great gusto, to the point that their mother had to prevent them from trying to use the living room as their personal rink.

Once everyone else’s gifts had been handed out, Charlotte a wrapped flat object. “Wait, what is this? I thought we agreed not to do gifts,” he asked.

“We both know that there is no such thing as a ‘no gifts’ holiday when it comes to me. Secondly, just open it.”

PK peeled back the wrapping to first reveal a set of two tickets to see his favorite artist in concert. Beneath that was something that almost brought him to tears. It was a holiday card, signed by all the kids at the hospital back in Montreal. Some of them had even included short messages to him, and there were some pictures showing them wearing their new Predators jerseys with his name on the back. “Did you go back to Montreal for this?”

“Remember when I told you that I had to take a short trip back there to wrap up things at my old job? That was a partial lie; I booked my ticket mostly so I could stop by and see the kids.”

He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, his other hand surreptitiously wiping his eyes. “I love you so much.” After gently pressing his lips to the top of his head, he pulled a package out from under the tree. “Since the ‘no gifts’ agreement was a bust, here’s something for you.”

She opened it to reveal a handcrafted wooden photo album. A smile grew upon her face as she began to flip through it, seeing pictures of her and PK over the past few years and reliving all those memories as if they happened yesterday.

“I know how you are about your photo albums so I figured I’d add to your collection with some more recent pictures,” he softly said from his seat beside her.

Charlotte continued to go through the pictures until she got to a few pages from the end, when a small diamond ring sat on the open page. “PK…?” she trailed off, unsure of what was happening. When she looked up from the album, PK was on one knee in front of her, the rest of the family watching anxiously.

“When I first met you, I was terrified. You were gorgeous, standing there in your black dress, and I tried about three times to talk to you, but kept chickening out. Finally, I worked up enough courage to speak to you, and it turned out that you were just as weird and silly as I was. That first date, I knew it was love. I know this past year hasn’t been easy for either of us, but you stood beside me for all of it, and I wouldn’t have got through it without your support and your love,” he paused taking a deep breath. “Basically, what I’m trying to say is that you’re amazing, kind, loving, and I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?”

Charlotte had to swallow the lump in her throat to verbalize a response. “Yes, absolutely yes,” she choked out, before being swallowed in a flurry of hugs as his family expressed their excitement and joy. When the hubbub died down, PK slid the ring onto her finger and the two of them admired the shine of the small diamond against her skin. “It’s perfect.”

Everyone settled in for popcorn and movies for the rest of the night, Charlotte tucked into PK’s side as he held his youngest niece Angie on his lap. She couldn’t help glancing at her hand and the unfamiliar object that stared back at her. Everything felt so surreal, like a fairytale come to life. She finally managed to shift her attention back to the movie, although the warmth of PK’s body pressed against hers kept reminding her of what had transpired.

When it hit 10 o’clock, everyone was tuckered out from a long day and began to move upstairs to go to bed. Charlotte stripped out of her dress, changing into her pajamas as PK did the same. Crawling under the covers, they lay on their sides, facing each other, heads on their individual pillows. “I can’t wait for you to formally join the family. They already love you, you know.”

She grinned either, not even trying to hide her excitement. “I can’t wait either.”

“You’ll be Charlotte Subban.”

“I am well-aware of the norms surrounding name change after marriage, PK.”

He kissed her forehead. “I wasn’t exaggerating when I said what I said downstairs. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Nor I you.” Charlotte tilted her head up, kissing him gently on the lips. When her lips parted slightly, he took the moment to deepen the connection. She placed her palms on his chest, pushing so that he rolled onto his back and she could straddle his hips, never breaking the kiss. Unconsciously, she rolled her hips against him, feeling his cock straining against the thin fabric of his lounge pants.

They pulled apart long enough for PK to tug Charlotte’s shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts to his gaze. “I can’t wait to worship my future wife’s body with my mouth,” he told her, a note of reverential awe in his voice.

“As lovely as that sounds, we have the rest of our life to do that. Right now, your future wife would really like you to make love to her.”

He flipped them over, so that she landed on her back with him hovering above her, so close that Charlotte could feel the fine hairs on his chest rubbing against her skin. “That can easily be arranged.”

PK yanked his shirt off, and then kicked his pants off, letting them gather at the foot of the bed as Charlotte did the same. Without a moment’s pause, he thrust into her, She wrapped her legs around him, forcing him deeper. Setting a languid pace, as though they had all night, PK stroked the fire that was growing within her.

It was silent in the room, except for the sound of skin against skin, and the soft pants coming from the two of them. Instead, they found everything they needed to say within the depths of each other’s eyes, never losing eye contact, the air heavy with unsaid declarations of love.

PK used one hand to adjust Charlotte’s position slightly so that, with every movement of his hips, he was hitting that sensitive spot deep within her pussy. “Oh god, PK, yes,” she whimpered, careful to keep her voice soft.

“Are you close?” he asked, desperate for release himself.

“So close, babe, so close,” she whispered.

Balancing his weight on one arm, PK reached down, pushing her legs apart to give him more room. With two more deep thrusts, she came hard, as he captured her lips with his own, swallowing her sounds of pleasure. The sight of Charlotte, his fiance and soon to be wife, coming undone underneath him, was enough to push PK over the edge, spilling into her with a soft groan.

PK stayed there for a minute, looking at Charlotte with her disheveled hair falling messily over the pillows, her cheeks flushed with the heat of exertion, and her eyes shut as she reveled in the moment of intimacy. “This is, by far, the best Christmas ever.”

Notes

For my dear Lusty.Lady, who came up with the idea of a PK Subban "home for the holidays" smut because he deserves all the lovely things in life.

I didn't have time to edit because life is hectic and I wanted to make sure it was up in time for the holidays because I am very capable of procrastinating and delaying it. So if there are any glaring errors, let me know so I can address it when I finally get around to doing so.

Also, I got a concussion this morning (my second concussion in a little over a year), so I'm probably going to have to take a break from writing for a while because screens give me a headache if I look at them for more than 10-15 minutes. But I'll be back as soon as I'm a fully functioning human again!