The Dream

We pull up to the gated driveway of Mario Lemieux's house over a half hour late. Evgeni is never on time, even for major events like the Stanley Cup party. He was in black shorts and a white t-shirt with a Stanley cup hat that he, as always, was wearing backwards. I was wearing an all black romper with off the shoulder short sleeves. My long hair was curly and my shoes were strappy black heels. Mario has a longer driveway that is slopped making the house look less massive from the street. For being in such a crowded neighborhood he managed to have a lot of privacy from the gates and the tall shrubs. If I were just driving by I would never guess his house was so massive. Once we found a place to park and I got out of Geno's car, I was able to see the whole house in all its glory. It was obvious that the house was a newer build and a millionaire owned it. As we walk up to the front door, I realize how big of a deal tonight is. The penguins won the cup two days ago, my internship ended so now I am 100% in on my relationship with Evgeni, and I am about to be introduced to the guy that saved the Penguins franchise and now owns it. Sensing my nerves, Evgeni reached for my hand and I accepted, holding it tightly as we approached the grand entryway. He knocks on the door sternly and we wait to be let in.
"Evgeni, I feel completely underdressed." I say lamely.
"You beautiful. It's just the guys, no big deal." He grinned and I replied with a quick smile before the front door was opened and Mario stood there, tall, taller than Geno even, and wearing a very well tailored suit.
"Geno! Come on in!"
I let go of his hand as we enter the house, immediately aware that there's a party of hockey players here. The music was loud but the conversation was even louder. Before we went too far from the entrance, Evgeni turns and introduces me to Mario.
"This my girlfriend Mae."
I shake his hand and say, “It’s nice to finally meet you! Your home is incredible!”
He thanks me, says that there is food in the kitchen and the cup is out back, and tells us to make ourselves at home. He grabs my hand again and we begin making our way through the mansion. We stop to greet a couple of the staff members, players, and coaches, before making our way out of the back door onto the deck. The back of the house is lined with windows and at the center of the deck a brick fireplace stretched up as tall as the house. There is a long table with drinks and finger foods on the left side of the deck and a round table with the Stanley Cup on the right side. I spotted Sidney and Nicole waiting to get their picture with the cup, as Sidney took pictures of the Cullen family standing around the table. I took the lead and yanked Geno along towards our friends.
“Hey Nicole!!!!” She spun around and, after realizing who it was, gave me a bug hug before hugging Evgeni too.
“Mae take me and Sid’s picture please!”
I stole her phone and she stood on one side of the cup while Sid stood on the other. Crosby looked good in an olive green v-neck and dark wash jeans with a black baseball cap. Nicole is wearing a blush pink romper that has a deep v-neck. I envy her because she was smart and wore flat rhimstoned sandals while my feet we’re dying in these heels. I took over a dozen photos of her and Sid before we swapped out and the cup was between Geno and I. He picked the 40-pound cup up and told me to help as he held it over my head. I had one hand on each end and was surprised at how light it was, but then I remembered Geno still had it too. I was able to reach the cup without standing on my tiptoes, I knew I wore these heels for a reason, and I laid a kiss on the side of Lord Stanley. Geno chuckled as he lowered the cup back down and placed it back on the table. Wow he was such a good view and seeing him so happy made my heart melt.
“Mae! Pay attention! Here’s your phone.” Nicole says, taking my hand and putting my iPhone in it. I laugh knowing that she caught me checking out my own boyfriend.
“Take pic with Sid!” Geno yelled. We moved out of the way and gave the Captain a spot next to the cup, taking a few photos of the two time Stanley Cup Champions and best friends. When night finally fell over the Lemieux house, majority of the players were hammered, Geno included. They were all swimming in the large in-ground pool that took up the lower part of Mario’s backyard. Nicole and I as well as Maureen, Brooke, Jordan and Vero sat at the patio set near the pool and had a game of poker going on. We were all decently sober (designated driver life) but were still managing to laugh and have a good time.
After what felt like forever, it was finally time to leave. Geno had gone into the house to change out of his swim trunks so I went in to find him. After searching for a few minutes, I find him in the kitchen with a drink in his hand talking to Sergei Gonchar. Hearing his slurred Russian and seeing his smiling face made it hard to take him away. He has always been extremely close with Sergei, who let him stay with his family when he first moved to America and served as his translator in the locker room before Geno knew English. But I was tired and I figured with the offseason here he would be able to spend more time with Gonchar anyways, so I walk up and say, “Sorry Sergei but we have to leave.” He shook Geno’s hand and waved bye to me as a directed Evgeni out of the kitchen and eventually out of the house. I grab Evgeni’s hand, mostly to ensure that he doesn’t wander off and start up a conversation with someone again, as we make our way to the car. I could tell he was sobering up on the way home and I was happy about it because there’s no way I could get his drunk ass up the stairs. Once we go through the front door we head straight for the bedroom. Geno was sluggish behind me, finding the stairs more difficult after the multiple beers he consumed. I turn at the top of the staircase and watch as he triumphantly climbs the last few stairs and heads for the bedroom, only stopping when he was inches away from running into me. It was dark but I could still see a smile stretching across his face. I grab both of his hands and intertwine our fingers, pulling his body into mine and kissing him adoringly. He reciprocated and then intensified the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine, as he releases my hands and places his on my lower back. He breaks up our lips and drops his head down to my neck. I close my eyes and throw my head back in pleasure.
“Zhenya,” I gasp, “take me, take me now.”
He stops kissing me and, without saying a word, takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom. We have to get up early for the parade tomorrow but I don’t care. These past three days have been so crazy and sleep deprived, but they’ve also been unreal and amazing. Evgeni hasn’t been sober since the minute he stepped into the locker room after the Stanley cup win and our minds are exhausted but our bodies still craved each other. After the door slammed shut behind us, Evgeni turned around and pushed my back up against the door, reintroducing his lips to mine. Our tongues crashed together and I wasted no time stripping him down, removing his cotton shirt and running my hands down his chest and stomach to the button of his shorts. I struggled with it for a minute before they finally fell to the floor and joined the shirt. He closed the gap between us again and I felt my body heat up as he continued to kiss me breathlessly. His hands went from my face to my shoulders, falling down my arms and taking the sleeves of my romper with them. His hands didn't stay at my waist long before moving back up to my chest. Evgeni's fingers lately traced over the lace of my strapless black bra. Our kiss softened and I felt him smile against my lips as his hands wrapped around my back and unhooked my bra. I bit his bottom lip. I love him but he was taking so long I was so ready to have him inside of me. I grabbed a fistful of his hair in both of my hands, tugging at it lately. As our kiss began heating up again his hands went back to my waist and I shimmied a little until the romper hit the floor. He moaned as his body lightly grinded on mine. I released his hair and went straight for his boxers pushing them down and forgetting about them quickly as I now felt his length against me. I moan in desperation as he slides my underwear from my hips and they fall to the floor. He picks me up with ease and I wrap my legs around him as my back collides with the door again. With his hands on my hips and his kisses now on my neck, I threw my head back as his member slid inside of me. I sighed with pleasure as my hands gripped his shoulders tightly. He groaned, a little out of pleasure but probably more out of pain, as my fingernails dug into his skin. He increased his pace and drove deeper into me causing my whole body to tense with satisfaction. I am close to climax and I can tell he is too as our bodies tense up and he loosens his grip on me and my feet reconnect with the soft-carpeted floor. My grip on his broad shoulders relaxes and his lips reconnect with mine in a fit of passion. His arms wrap around my waist and pull me into him. I try to continue the kiss but I can't help but smile with pure happiness from being with him and he responds with his goofy grin as he backs up and pulls me with him, until we reach the bed and he plops down onto it. I look him in the eyes tenderly and bite my lower lip as I climb on to his lap and his hands find my lower back again. I hold his face in both of my hands, taking in his messy hair and groggy expression, before kissing him again. He collapsed back onto the bed and I went with him, falling onto him and into a heap of obsessive love again. About an hour later we lay under the covers, our bodies still entangled with one another. His hands brushed through my hair delicately as my index finger traced around his chest. Our breathing was finally returning to normal and our eyes restlessly blinked as we took in the vision of each other. Although it was dark, the moon was full and managed to illuminate the room enough so that I could see sleep over powering Evgeni.
"Geno? Are you falling asleep?"
"Да. I love." His rough sleepy voice sending chills down my spine.
I smiled against his skin.
"I love you too Zhenya."

We pull into the parking garage in my red for escape. For some reason Geno not only wanted me to drive but wanted me to take my vehicle instead of his. The shuttle to Martin Luther King Jr. Busway, the start of the parade was leaving at 11am, and of course, we were running late. We sluggishly got out of the SUV and caught the elevator to the first floor. Although it was only one staircase, neither of us had enough energy to even think about taking the stairs.
“You feeling okay?” I ask the clearly hungover hockey player.
“Yeah. Is hot but I’m fine.”
We left the elevator behind and approached the shuttle bus. Evgeni was right, it was insanely hot in Pittsburgh for early June. I’m wearing jean shorts but you could hardly tell with Evgeni’s Penguin’s Hockey tshirt fitting me like a dress, and my Nike tennis shoes and naturally wavy hair completed the comfy casual look I was going for. Evgeni was wearing his over worn jean shorts with his black home jersey and his Stanley Cup snapback hat. The hat was backwards allowing his crazy unbrushed hair to explode out of the opening in the front. That hot mess of a Russian was all mine. As we boarded the shuttle, we were instantly greeted with a rush of cold AC air, followed by Sidney Crosby telling Geno “you’re late.”
“I sleep in! I live farther than you longer drive! Not home till late I sleep in.”
He slid into the row of seats behind Sidney and Nicole and I followed, sitting next to him and laughing at the lecture Sidney gave him. We watch out the window as the crowds begin to form along the parade route. It is crazy how loyal Penguin’s fans are. We get off of the shuttle bus and head to our designated pick up trucks. I have no clue what I am doing or where I am going, and crowds this size always give me anxiety, so I reach for Evgeni’s hand and hold on tightly so he can’t go too far from my side. The truck is a black dodge ram and the driver and passengers inside the cab are complete strangers. This all was a weird experience. I mean, I went to the one in 2009 but I was younger and on the outside of it, now, being on the inside made me feel sort of like a zoo animal. We climbed up into the bed of the truck and I immediately took a seat on the right side. Geno stayed standing in front of me, the sun hitting him directly and casting a shadow on the bed of the truck.
“Nervous?” he asks.
“yeah I guess a little.” I reply, “Am I going to fall off if I sit on the side like this?”
He laughs, probably envisioning the fall….what an asshole.
“No but I sit on back.” He said as he lightly sits down on the now closed tailgate, and then pats the spot next to him. I shuffle over to him quickly, before the truck starts moving. I look back at the truck behind us. The cup sat on the roof and Sidney and Nicole stood behind it. Sidney’s parents and sister sat on the sides of the bed waving at the fans. It made me feel awful that Evgeni’s parents weren’t able to be here with him. They usually made it to the major events but Nataliya was sick and in the hospital for the whole eastern conference finals and Vlad still didn’t think she was well enough to travel. I know Evgeni wanted to go see her so badly but couldn’t leave for the playoffs and now they couldn’t even come see him, and I knew it wasn’t my fault but it still didn’t make me feel any better. I turn back around and look at him as he waves and smiles at fans. I lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek.
“I’m proud of you Zhenya.”
He turns and smiles at me, fusing our lips together for just a few seconds before turning back to the fans. The parade lasted an hour or so. We were both lazy and tired from last night so we didn’t do much but it was still fun watching the young players like Rust and Sheary jumping off the truck and running over to high five fans. When we reached the stage at the end of the route, we get down off the truck and wait to be told what to do next. Sidney got down with the cup and began walking up to the fans, allowing those who were close enough to the gates to touch it. I felt Evgeni's hand on my lower back and his breath on my ear as he said over the crowd, "go with Nicole. We go on stage now."
"Alright. I'll see you soon. Have fun."
I reply, lightly kissing him on the lips before meeting up with Nicole and fighting through the crowd to the back of the stage. We decided just to wait there instead of go back to the cars, that way we could talk to the guys about our plans tonight.
"It's so freaking hot." Nicole complained.
I shook my head in agreement while watching the 2016 Stanley cup winning team climb the stairs to the stage. Sidney gave Geno the cup a couple minutes ago and he was also letting fans get their hands on it. My heart began to melt as he approached a little girl, no older than four, and smiled as she placed both her hands on Lord Stanley. She was grinning too and I can't help but think of what a good father Evgeni would be. He finally made his way to the stairs and, once on stage, handed the giant silver trophy back to Crosby. A couple of players spoke like, Hagelin, Phil, and Bonino. Sidney and Coach Sullivan wrapped it up and the crowd went crazy as the team left the stage. Over 400,000 people were cheering for the Penguins at the same time, wow. Geno saw us standing there waiting and walked up with a smile from ear to ear plastered on his face. He wraps his arms around my waist and hugs me tightly. I was caught off guard but wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him back, smiling against his neck. Once the hug ended, he still didn't let me go, holding me straight in front of him and just smiling.
"G, you want to go out with Sidney and Nicole tonight?"
"Yeah sounds good."

I wake up still sleepy. I reach my arm out and feel around for Evgeni but he is no where. Once I wipe my eyes and completely gain consciousness, I realize the shower is running. I get out of the insanely warm and comfortable bed, feeling Evgeni's shirt fall loose and cover half my thighs. I run my hands through my long, messy hair as I approach the bathroom door, knocking lightly and then opening it.
"Zhenya, I need to brush my teeth."
"Закончите (fine)" he answered over the water.
His bathroom was ridiculously big. The giant soaker tub was centered under a window and between two tall wood dressers. The shower is on the other side of the room and the toilet and double vanity with a wall-to-wall mirror had its own little cubby. I walk past the shower and try to sneak a peek at Evgeni but the steam overtook the shower's glass walls. Damnit. While brushing my teeth I hear the water stop and Geno shuffle around. I see him in the mirror before I turn to take the whole vision of him in. Wearing only a white cotton towel around the waist, his toned shoulders still had tears of water falling from them. His toned stomach glistened in the vanity lighting and his sloppy and soaking hair looked perfectly chaotic. I spit out my toothpaste and splashed my face with cold water.
"Ты слишком много для меня. (You are too much for me.)"
His head slants to the left like a curious puppy and his dimples begin to show.
"Почему? Не говорю, что прошлой ночью. (Why? You weren't saying that last night.)"
I roll my eyes as I walk up to him, place my hands on his chest and push him back gently against the wall. I begin dragging my fingers across his body, scratching lightly at his damp skin. I could tell by his lust filled eyes that he wanted me and although I wanted him too I also liked torturing him a little.
"Get ready. Dinner is in an hour." I say quietly, before turning and walking out of the bathroom, swaying my hips slightly more than usual. I smile knowing I have him wrapped around my finger.

We arrive at Kavsar surprisingly on time. That was all thanks to me. I finally found the one thing that makes Evgeni want to get ready faster, how bitchy I get when I'm hungry. It is a beautiful and warm summer day. Geno is wearing navy blue business pants with a brown belt, a light blue collared button up shirt, and brown shoes. His hair is slicked back and his face is cleanly shaved. Anytime he wears business pants I can't help but drool over how thicc he is. For such a tall guy I never expected his ass to be so great.
"Favorite dress on you."
He said proudly, without even looking at me.
"Oh really? I'll have to wear it more often then." I say, glancing down at the shorter burgundy, v-neck and strapless dress. It fit tightly around my waist but then flared out a little from then on. It was newer and, although semi uncomfortable, one of my favorite outfits. As we walk in, Evgeni gets immediately recognized and we are taken to the small and private dining room they set up for us upstairs, where Sidney and Nicole are waiting.
"Wow you're finally getting him to show up on time." Sidney said in between chuckles.
"Yeah it's not an easy feat."
I flash a smile as I sit down across Nicole and then am soon joined at my side by Evgeni. We spend the dinner talking about our plans for the summer. I almost choke on my beef stroganoff when Evgeni says that we are leaving for Russia in two weeks. I didn't realize how quickly the time had gone.
"Geno, you have to meet my parents. They have to be ok with this, with us." I say, so concerned I forget about our company.
"Is fine. I can meet them this weekend. We have dinner at my house."
I begin to fill up with anxiety, running through all the possible scenarios of what could go wrong here and how I probably shouldn't be going to Russia. Evgeni must've sensed my distress because, while still enjoying his dinner, he places his left hand on my back and begins rubbing it steadily. I hate to admit it but it really did help me calm down. Nicole quickly changed the subject to their trip to Novia Scotia. It was exciting to see her and Sidney's relationship going so well. Knowing that also helped calm my anxiety. The night was a lot of fun and the food was great. I really enjoy seeing Geno and Sidney hanging out outside of the rink and, with the off-season here, Evgeni was obviously happy to spend time with him before they went home for the summer. I was entering a food coma on the ride home and fought the whole time to keep my eyes open. Geno's hand rested on my thigh while his thumb brushed along my skin. When we finally got back to the house, I barely had the energy to take my dress off, which is why I made Geno do it. As he unzipped the back of my dress I felt his lips on my neck, causing me to moan a little.
"G, I can't. I'm too tired."
I felt bad, but at the same time, over the last four days I've probably gotten 12 hours of sleep. He reluctantly pulls away and walks up to the bed, removing his clothes and climbing under the covers. I shimmy out of my dress, grab a tshirt from his floor and throw it on, before joining him under the sheets. I snuggle up to him and his strong arms wrap around me. I feel his breathing on my forehead and instantly feel warmer and completely relaxed. I fell into a long awaited deep sleep, caring about nothing but Evgeni Malkin.

Notes

Sorry this took longer than it should have...I'll do better.

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