The Dream

I wake up to the dog barking at the mailman. It's been so long since I've slept in my own bed I didn't want to move. I pull myself up reluctantly, slip on a pair of Geno's sweatpants and yell at Colby from the threshold of my door. He slowly walks to me and I pick him up and carry him to the bed, setting him down gently before laying down next to him. I rub his head and think about how shitty of a person I am for leaving him to go to Russia. He is so old and I've already missed so much of his life after moving away to college, but at the same time I can't miss this opportunity with Geno for my dog. It was a huge step for us, I was going to meet his parents, his Russian friends, see where he grew up. Although I have been to Russia before, this was a completely different experience because it was with him, for him. We were leaving on the Saturday a week from now and spending two months there, all of July and August, so I thought it was only right that I spent this week at home with my parents. Evgeni was going to come in tonight after his workout though to have dinner with my family and also to help me tell them I was leaving in a week. They already are on edge about me being with him that I have been too nervous to tell them about the trip. Evgeni thought after they met him and knew his intentions were only good it would be easier to get their approval. My phone rang so I rolled over enough to reach the night stand and grab it, reading the message from Geno:"Доброе утро (good morning). Time tonight?"
"Probably around 6."
"Ok. See you then ))))"
I'm making homemade beef stroganoff over noodles, a Russian meal. That was on purpose, as a way to kind of hint at the news, and also good food makes everyone happier. My father was downstairs working in his office and my mom was upstairs blow drying her hair when Geno knocked on the front door, surprisingly early. I was nervous for him to see the small, modest house I grew up in, that looked like a shack compared to his current house. I had cleaned up everything and thanks to my mad cooking skills, the delicious scents of the meal filled the house, but I still couldn't hide the fact that it was built in the 1980s and has seen its fare share of destruction. I thought about what this moment would look like since I was a young girl. I've only ever been in a real, lasting relationship one other time and that was for six months in high school. I didn't even bother introducing that kid to my parents. Evgeni, although he wasn't my first sexually, was my first for so many other and more important things. He is the first guy I've lived with for more than a night, he is the first guy I am traveling with, the first who wants me to meet his parents, and the first I've ever whole heartedly and truly loved. All these thoughts disappeared from my mind almost as quickly as they got there after opening the door and seeing how handsome my man looked. I decided not to dress up, wearing a Ma7k1n shirt with camo quarter sleeves from Evgeni's Russian company and black leggings, but I also didn't expect him to put so much effort into his appearance. He is wearing heather grey business pants with a white and collared button-down shirt snugly tugged in around his waist. He has a matching heather grey vest on (I've never seen him in one before but I'm loving it) and a slightly darker and thick grey necktie. His black leather dress shoes look like they're more expensive than my Ford Escape and his styled hair made him look less like a hockey goon and more like a fancy lawyer or something, I don't know, but my feelings for him grew even more realizing how lucky I truly am to call him mine.
"Hi Evgeni." I speak softly as he leans in and kisses my cheek. I could feel myself blushing and felt insanely lame. My dad clears his throat incredibly loud, obviously in efforts of shifting Evgeni's attention from me to him. Call us old fashion, but Geno and I both think it's important that our parents like who we're dating and, although we're not dependent on their approval, having it is an aspect of our relationship we both value. I put my hand on his back, feeling his defined shoulders through his layers of clothing, and lead him over to my dad.
"Dad, this is Evgeni. Evgeni this is my dad, Mark."
They shake hands and Geno says confidently, "it's nice to meet you sir."
He was a six foot three, 29 year old professional hockey player who was still visibly nervous about meeting my five foot nine, middle aged dad.
"The pleasures all mine. It's great to finally meet you I'm a huge fan," my dad said grinning ear to ear. "Come in! Have a seat. Mae, is dinner almost ready?"
They both sat down at the table, my dad sitting at the head of it and Geno sitting to the left of him.
"Yeah it's pretty much done."
I began putting the rolls, the pitchers of water and iced tea, and the beef stroganoff on the table when my mom came down the stairs and walked into the dining room. Geno stood up quickly and introduced himself.
"Mrs. Breant, I'm Evgeni."
"It's nice to finally meet you Evgeni! It's crazy we're having dinner with you and you're dating our daughter."
The way mom said it came off a little weird. I don't know if she was flustered or nervous or what but Geno pretended not to notice, chuckled a little and sat down again. My mom sat down at the other end of the table, which left me sitting directly across from G. We began passing around the food and beverages and it was a while before conversation actually started.
"So Mae says she got to kiss the cup. Is she lying or can you confirm that?"
My father, no matter the situation, has a way of keeping the mood light and he was clearly ready for Evgeni to loosen up and talk. I watched as Evgeni took a quick bite of his stroganoff, waiting for a reaction as to whether he liked it or not, but he was more focused on answering the question so he chewed and swallowed quickly before filling the dining room with his thick accent.
"Uhhhh yeah. Mario's house had Cup and she kiss it. I have picture." He took out his phone and showed my dad the picture, who smiled and laughed, then Evgeni passes the phone to my mom , who smiles but quickly turns her attention back to buttering her roll.
"You're story checks out and now I'm officially jealous of my 21 year old daughter."
"Oh please dad. It's just a giant cup"
Out of the corner of my eye I caught Geno's glare. Shit. This dinner was starting to become the shittiest hour of my life.
"I mean I'm proud of you Evgeni you know that I'm just saying dad has done a lot of cool stuff and shouldn't be jealous of me for kissing a piece of metal." He still looked disappointed in me but I'll apologize to him later.
"Does my daughter cook for you a lot?" My mom randomly muttered.
"Yeah. Mae good cook. Make me fat." I know she wanted to laugh but was holding back. I don't know why she has such an issue with Evgeni. I guess since I've been such a big fan of his that maybe she thought he was taking advantage of me or something but dads are suppose to be the overprotective ones, not the moms.
"You know we see her like 4 times a year because of college and now we haven't even seen her this summer because of you."
"Mom!" I drop my fork in disbelief but before I could say anything else Evgeni spoke.
"I know. She work a lot and then stay with me but I tell her she doesn't have to. She can come home when she want to. I hope you know we're good. She's good. I care for her love her and we're good. It's not joke."
I look over at my dad who is acting extremely interested in the food and avoiding eye contact with everyone. I look over at my mom who is now looking straight back at me. My anxiety goes into overdrive. And I begin to feel panicked.
"Well good." She says softly shifting her glare back to Evgeni. "Mr. Malkin you seem like a great guy but I just don't see where this is going or what you want. She's in college, she temporarily interned with your team, she technically lives in South Carolina, I just don't see the point in all of this."
Evgeni's eyes were wide, clearly searching his brain for the right answer.
"Mom I'm going to Russia with him." I quickly just rip the bandaid off so she stops making Geno feel like shit.
"WHAT?"
Everyone was silent. Evgeni was looking straight down at his plate, my parents were both glaring at me and I want to cry. Don't be a little bitch. You're an adult, stand up for yourself.
"Geno goes back to Russia in the offseason and you know I love it there and I love him and I think it'll be good for us if I went with him and met his family." I pick up my fork and shove stroganoff in my mouth, trying to make the conversation seem less high strung than it is.
"Good." My dad spoke first.
"GOOD?" My mom replies, in a voice I've never heard before.
"Joan calm down and stop being dramatic. She's an adult, he's clearly an adult and I trust Mae so you don't trust her?"
"I do I-"
"You let her go to Russia in a foreign exchange program that she knew no one in but you're not going to let her go to Russia with her boyfriend who is a Russian citizen and a well known guy? I mean is it moving too fast? Yeah probably. Am I a little upset? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. But I think we raised her right and I love her and trust her and she's going regardless and I'd rather her not go while resenting us."
I was smiling so hard at my father my face hurt. This was why he was my favorite parent. He didn't express his feelings often but when he did he always knew exactly what to say. Evgeni was looking at me grinning, knowing that he's won over my dad.
"Fine. You're right. I'm sorry Evgeni I'm just not used to this I guess and I didn't mean what I said." She was clearly hurt and it didn't take long before she announced that she was full, and then excused herself from the table, retreating to the master bedroom upstairs. My dad, on the other hand, continued talking to Evgeni. He brought up the signed Sidney Crosby jersey that was donated to him during his battle with cancer.
"Can I see?" Geno asks.
"Yeah sure. Come on."
We all three get up and head to the hallway where the jersey was proudly displayed.
"It's the jersey he wore in his first ever NHL game."
"Wow. Why you not tell me this?" He asks while slightly nudging me.
"I don't know G. It never crossed my mind to tell you."
"That's cool. I tell Sid next time I see him. He probably not remember but would like to see." He says while snapping a picture on his phone. My dad led him on a tour of the rest of the house. Even though it's three floors, it's still small, so they joined me in the living room not even 20 minutes later. I was watching Friends but quickly lost interest as the conversation went from what Geno's house was like to what was going to happen in Russia.
"We leave Saturday and stay for two month. I workout everyday. We get day with cup and go to Moscow. See museums, hockey game, meet family. Simple. She know a little Russian so it be good for her to speak it again."
"Yeah I think that would be fun. You want to take me too?" They both laugh and even I chuckle a little. I couldn't wait any longer to spill a secret I've been keeping for a few days now.
"Dad, I applied to transfer to PITT."
"What?! Mae you love USC!"
"I know but mom is right. I can't have a future with Evgeni unless I move back here and I've wanted to move back here anyways to spend more time with the family. I only have one year left of school anyways and all my credits will transfer. PITTs medical school is great too so I could even go to graduate school there. It just makes sense. Even if we don't make it as a couple at least I can say I tried and there would be no long term effect on my future because I'd still get my degree."
Although I was telling this to my dad, this was also the first time Geno was hearing about it and he looked just as shocked as I expected him too.
"I have no clue." He mutters, shaking his head.
"Wow I uh I guess if that's what you want. You work hard at school and I know you'll do fine wherever you go. I mean I think you're moving fast again but if you have faith I guess that's uh that's what counts. We probably shouldn't tell your mom though until it's official."
I could tell tonight was emotionally exhausting for him, staying positive through his daughter blowing up his life like this. After talking to him about it more and trying to answer any of his questions, my dad was now ready to call it quits.
"Evgeni it was really nice meeting you." He says while shaking Geno's hand. "Mae I've gotta go to bed but we'll talk more tomorrow ok? Love ya." He walks over and kisses me on the cheek before whispering "don't let him spend the night. I've gotta draw the line somewhere."
"I won't. I love you daddio." And with that he left Evgeni and I alone in the living room. I get up and walk over to where Evgeni is sitting in the plush, olive green love seat and I plop myself down next to him and throw my legs up on his lap as he drapes his arm around my shoulder and kisses me lightly on the temple.
"That could've gone better." I say at a low volume.
"It's fine. Mark like me."
"Not enough to let you spend the night so you better head home."
He lifts up my legs and moves them to free himself and then stands up. He saw I was reluctant to do the same but he offered me a hand and I couldn't refuse. He lead me to the door before turning around to face me, taking both my hands in his.
"Love you. Spend time with family and we go to Russia and be together again."
"I love you too Zhenya....oh hey! How was my stroganoff?!"
"Perfect"
He leaned down and lightly pecked my lips. We haven't even been apart for a whole day yet but I already miss him. How was I suppose to go a week? His hands slowly release mine and I watch as he walks out the door, gets into his car, and backs out of my driveway. I shut the door and lock it before going to bed, not bothering to clean up the mess in the kitchen or to change into pajamas. I was too tired. As I lay in bed, feeling my eyes get heavy, I shoot Evgeni a quick text:
"Hey I forgot to tell you but ты секси в сером (you are sexy in grey)."
I know he is driving so I didn't expect a response right away, instead I anticipated waking up to his name on my phone in the morning.

My ringtone violently fills my room. Who the hell is calling me at like 2am? I slide to answer and manage to croak out a hello.
"Miss Breant this is Nurse Jordann at UPMC in Pittsburgh. I'm calling on behalf of Evgeni Malkin."
I sit up in bed, now wide awake.
"What's wrong? Is he there? What happened?"
It took seconds for my eyes to be filled with tears and for my whole body to go numb. Please not my Zhenya.
"He's stable and responsive. He was in a small car accident and requested that we call you and tell you."
"Jesus Christ Geno slow down for once."
"What? I'm sorry?"
"Nothing. Where is he? What room? How do I get there?"
I was already up and making myself half decent and throwing a few things into a duffel bag just in case he needed anything.
"He's in the main building..." she gave me a room number and instructions on where to park and how to get access to his room. I thank her and hang up. So many things were running through my head. Was it my fault? Was he still going to be able to play hockey? Is he still going to be able to go home to Russia? I open the door and immediately run into my mother who must've heard me talking to someone and shuffling around. She has always been a light sleeper.
"Honey what's wrong?"
Before I could utter the words I broke down and went hysteric.
"He was in a car crash mom he's in the hospital."
She wraps her arms around me and squeezes me tight as I cry profusely into her night shirt. She began stroking my hair which only made me sob more.
"You can't drive like this Mae. Let me take you to see him. Is he in Pittsburgh?"
I shake my head against her shoulder.
"Ok" she replied, letting me go but taking my duffel bag from me and making her way through the house and out of the door to the garage, only stopping to grab her shoes. I follow her and get into the passenger seat of the Lincoln. She wasn't one to speed but that trip she definitely broke the law. I didn't speak the whole ride. I just sat there, looking straight ahead and sobbing while my mom kept filling the void by repeating "he's going to be ok" every 15 minutes. In about 30 minutes we were entering the parking garage and in about 50 minutes I was standing by Evgeni's bed, holding his large hand and stroking it with my thumb. My mom just stood in the corner and watched. Which was fine. There was nothing she could say or do to make me feel better at this point. The only person who could cheer me up right now was the same person who making me upset in the first place and the same person that was laying still in front of me. The doctor knocked and then came into the room, informing us that Evgeni was completely stable and only sustained minor cuts and bruises. They just brought him in to run tests and make sure there was no internal bleeding or anything and he will probably get released tomorrow. He asked to be sedated for the night because he had some minor neck pain so he probably wouldn't wake up until the morning. I pulled a chair up next to his bed and sat there, holding his hand and just staring at him. There was a nonstop flow of tears making their way down my cheeks and falling onto the white tile floor. My mom sat down in a recliner, settling in for the night after stealing a blanket from the duffel bag.
"Everything is going to be ok Mae. He's going to be ok."
I didn't say anything. I just closed my eyes and replayed the night in my head. From the moment I opened the door and saw his smile to the moment our lips parted and I had to say goodbye, I wanted him to wake up so I could know 100% he was ok. I wanted him to wake up so I could tell him that I love him and I'm sorry.
I didn't sleep at all just waiting for some kind of sign, so when I heard his moan a little after noon, it was like music. I stood up and watched as he squirmed a little in the bed, causing him to let go of my hand. His eyes blinked a few times before opening fully and looking up at me.
"Mae." His voice raspy but still beautiful.
"Zhenya I'm here for you." I said, gingerly grabbing his hand and bringing it up to my lips, kissing it ever so slightly.
"I sorry to make you come. Could have called Sid."
"No Evgeni. I'm glad you had them call me. Why would you say that baby? I'm here for you always."
He smiled, his lips paler than normal but regaining color quickly.
"I speed and look at phone. Not see guy in front stop."
"Oh my god Evgeni." I might've sounded a little bitter but I meant to. I should've told him how badly his speeding bothered me before but I never like critiquing people's driving.
"Is fine but how is other guy?"
"I didn't know there was another guy. I can get the doctor and ask."
As I went to leave the room, I noticed my mom, still wrapped in a blanket on the recliner but awake and looking at me. I walk past her and out into the hallway, Looking for the person I spoke to last night. My phone began vibrating and I dug into my pocket a little pissed off that someone is calling me now.
"What?" I answer, without looking at the caller ID.
"Is he ok? What happened?"
"Sid?"
"Yeah. They said on the news he got in a fender bender but it looked bad. Should I come out?"
I put my free hand on my forehead and take a few deep breathes, trying not to go completely crazy again.
"Sid he's fine. He has a few cuts on his face, arms, and legs and a couple bruises but they're releasing him in a couple hours. You don't have to come out."
"What happened? Were you there?"
"No I wasn't. Look I have to go talk to his doctor ok? I'll text you in a little. If you tell Nicole have her text me not call me alright?"
"Yeah ok keep me updated."
I hung up and went straight up to the nurses desk.
"Excuse me but do any fucking doctors work here?" I know it was uncalled for but I was tired and hungry and wanted my boyfriend to be paid attention to.
"Ma'am I assure you, there are, in fact, lots of doctors that work here."
"You know what I'm sorry that was rude. I'm tired and-could you please just get the doctor treating Evgeni Malkin to come here please." I flash her a smile which wasn't received warmly but she still paged a "doctor Roberts" and I waited outside Evgeni's door.
Dr. Roberts was a short, older doctor, who has clearly been here for a while. Probably the best doctor in the place since Evgeni was so high profile.
"Mrs. Malkin, hello I'm Dr. Roberts."
"Um actually-"
I decided not to correct him and just shook his hand.
"So what exactly happened? Is the other driver ok?"
"Yes. The other driver will ultimately be fine. He suffered a mild concussion in addition to the same bumps and scratches as Mr. Malkin but he is also stable and awake and so he should be fine."
"Are they both going to go home today?"
"We are keeping the other driver here for evaluations but Evgeni can go home anytime he'd like yes."
"Is he going to get sued?"
"I'm not a lawyer but with the amount of money he has, I'd say yes"
I roll my eyes.
"Alright thanks I guess."
I shake his hand again before going back into the room.
"Well?" My mom asks, both of them starring at me.
"He said you're fine and can go home. The other driver has a concussion and is probably going to sue the hell out of you. You're an idiot you get that right?"
"Mae..."
"No mom." I walk past her, still in the recliner and went up to the bed side, ignoring Evgeni's attempt at a pouty face.
"Geno you can't speed like that. Not with who you are and what's at stake. Sidney called and it's already all over the news. I haven't looked at your phone but I'm sure half the team if not more has called. You could have killed someone, or worse yourself. If you were too tired to drive home you should've told me and we could've let you stay but you can't scare me like this." And just like that the waterfall was back. He had a tight grip on my arm and tears in his eyes too. I felt bad lecturing a grown man who was just under sedation in a hospital but he needed to know how much it hurt to see him like this and how I never wanted to again. He scooted over in the bed and rotated onto his side, tugging my arm to pull me down beside him. He tucked me tightly into his chest and gently rubbed my back. I sobbed into his hospital gown, partly from emotion and partly from exhaustion. He repeatedly whispered to me in Russian, "я люблю тебя. я люблю тебя. я люблю тебя. (I love you)." And we stayed like that for at least an hour before he asked if I was ready to leave. Once the nurse came in and unhooked him from everything, he changed into clothes I packed for him, and filled out the discharge paperwork. My mom carried the duffel bag as we thanked the doctors and made our way back to the parking garage.
"I go car shopping again soon. You should come too."
"Yeah that's fine." I answer as we load into my mother's car. I gave Geno the front seat so that he had more leg room.
"Evgeni you should stay with us for at least a night. I'll make you something to eat. Mae can make sure you're ok and then you can take her car tomorrow to go to a car dealer."
"Да? Спасибо!" He said with a huge smile on his face. She must've changed her opinion of him which made me smile too.
"Thanks mom. That's sweet."

Hanging out with Evgeni at my house was weird but awesome. We sat out on the deck and let out legs hang over the side of the small, four foot deep pool. It was a warm day and I think we were both enjoying being outside, and I think he was especially enjoying being out in public without being recognized. We didn't do much else. Took Colby for a short walk, watched some TV, ate my mom's made from scratch spaghetti and before we knew it it was time to sleep. I slept on the car ride home from the hospital but other than that I was still running on about 2 and a half hours of sleep. I handled Evgeni's phone the whole day. I didn't want him answering texts because it could bother his neck. A lot of people called and texted throughout the day but the only person that texted my phone was Nicole. Majority of the phone calls to his phone I let go to voicemail but then texted the number after and said he'd get back to them in a few days. The only calls I let him answer were from his mom and coach Sullivan. There was a call from a law firm but I thought it rude they called so quickly, even though it was obvious charges were going to be filed. I figured we could work all that out later. Evgeni had to sleep on the couch in the living room sadly, but i still went out and kissed him goodnight.
"Goodnight.....Mrs. Malkin." He said slyly with a smile.
"Oh shut up." I wave him off, feeling my cheeks begin to blush.
"Doctor call in car. Said 'nice to meet you and wife' I think 'wife? What wife?'" I begin laughing.
"I'm sorry. I was too tired to correct him."
"Is fine. I like the sound of Mrs. Malkin."
I didn't have a response. I know it was an innocent comment but it kind of freaked me out. I hope he didn't think I was ready for that. I mean I know he is older but I haven't even graduated school yet so I definitely wasn't ready to settle down completely and start a family.
"Ok bye." I said sheepishly walking briskly back to my room and shutting the door behind me. I took a few deep breaths. Please don't overthink this. Please don't mess this up.
I slam the trunk of Evgeni's new all black BMW X6 shut. I spent the four days without him packing but I still wasn't able to shrink my inventory down to only two suitcases, I had three and a duffel bag. Evgeni had two and a carry on. Thank god he bought something a little bigger than a car or else our shit wouldn't even fit. Luckily no complications followed the car accident so we were still able to fly to Russia on schedule. We get out of the car at Latrobe airport and unload everything, using all the brain power we have to figure out how to get all our crap to the plane. After stacking the duffle bags on top of the suitcases Evgeni used his muscles and chose to cart three suitcases while I hauled the other two. We had a flight to North Carolina that then went to London and then we had to fly from London to Moscow. To get to Magnitogorsk we had to take the metro which would take another day. I just kept reminding myself that this three day trip was worth the two months with Evgeni. As soon as we walked into the airport, people continually asked for a picture with Geno. I like taking the pictures for the fans because I know Geno hates those kinds of pictures so it was always funny to see how awkward he is in them. He's so good with fans, even signing some things for them. We check our bags and go through security and to the one gate the small airport has. Advantages of dating a professional athlete: first class seating and priority boarding. We were the first people to board and the first two seats on the plane. The trip to Charlotte was short and I spent it introducing Evgeni to the amazing band that is The Arctic Monkeys. He didn't have great taste in American music so I took the opportunity to play some of my favorites for him. He was so cute putting extra effort into listening to them just to please me, nodding along to the song and muttering "pretty good" after every track finished. I just laughed. The flight from Charlotte to London was a different story. We still had the good seats, it was just the longest flight I've ever been on. A little over 8 hours. I spent two of them sleeping on Evgeni, two of them watching the Disney movie Miracle (one of my favorites), and the last two of them I spent panicking over the fact that we weren't there yet.
"Evgeni I can't do this. I have to get off the plane. Distract me. Distract me please." I whisper is his ear. He looked at me with admiration before introducing his lips to mine. I like this distraction. He put his hand on my thigh and I grab two fistfuls of his tshirt, pulling him even closer to me. Our kiss deepened and I felt my body heat up. I hope the whole plane is watching. I couldn't even remember the last time we had sex but I wanted him, I wanted him bad. I felt his lips begin to give up before he pulled away from me, breathing a little harder than normal.
"Well, what else wanna do?" He said, his smile so wide that his dimples were on full display.
"I know what I want to do but I don't know if the other people on the plane want to see that," I wink.
He kisses my nose lightly. I take out my phone and turn on the camera mode, flipping it to the front camera and then holding it out in front of me. Evgeni snuggles up to my side and drops his head down onto my shoulder, a boyish grin plastered across his face. I laugh a little while snapping the picture. That was something we didn't do often, take pictures together. The more I think about it, the more I didn't understand why we never do. I guess everything just felt so natural and we just had our busy routine that we never really had the opportunity to stop and take a picture. I sat there and looked at the picture a little while longer, Geno's head still on my shoulder.
"You know I'm in love with you, right Evgeni?"
"No. You tell me every second. How would I know?"
"Ok then you know you're an asshole, right Evgeni?"
"Да"
We both laugh. The rest of the flight didn't seem so bad after that. We just talked about everything and anything, from what we could do in Russia to our favorite dog breeds, having a conversation with him was easy.
We had the night to spend in London and we were both too lazy to explore. We stop at a small cafe for dinner before heading to the hotel. I know my friends are going to judge me for being here and spending the whole time in my room, but London never really fascinated me and besides, I've had other plans in mind since that kiss on the plane. Once we get all our luggage through the door of our room, I immediately occupy the bathroom. Plane rides always leave me looking rough. I take my tshirt and jeans off so that I was only in my navy blue lace Victoria secret bra and underwear set. I use the giant mirror and comb through my hair with my fingers, then I splash water on my face to look more refreshed. I don't know why I still worry about whether I look sexy or not, knowing that Evgeni always finds me sexy. I slowly open the door of the bathroom. I was eager to step onto the carpet because the bathroom tile was extremely cold. I could hear the tv playing in the bedroom so I creep out and slowly waltz through the small little living room and up to the end of the bed. Geno still had the tv remote in his hand and his clothes from the flight on but his eyes were shut and his breathing was heavy. I slowly climb up onto the bed and crawl up so I was on all fours right above him. I bring my lips down to his neck and begin kissing him lovingly, sucking on his skin slightly. He lets out a moan so I stop and wait for him to fully wake up. His eyes flicker up at me and once he sees what I am, or rather, am not wearing he begins to laugh. I don't even crack a smile. I thought I would have to act serious but to my surprise I was 100% completely serious when I look him in the eyes and say in a low but stern tone,
"Don't laugh. This is serious business Evgeni Vladimirovich Malkin. I need you to fuck me and fuck me good."
The smile left his face and to be honest I think I scared him a little, but he regrouped quickly and accepted the proposal, placing his hands on my shoulders and lightly pushing me off him and onto the bed. Like lightning speed he threw his long leg over me and was now the one straddling my waist. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side before bringing his lips to mine. Our tongues met each other as his right hand remained on the bed supporting him but his left hand cupped my right breast. I bring my hands up to his waist, feeling his abs before quickly moving down to his belt buckle. I fumble with it a little before yanking the belt free and pulling his dark wash jeans down as much as I can. He manages to kick them the rest of the way off without slowing our kiss. I bring my hands up to his hair, pulling on the ends harder than normal causing him to groan loudly from the painful pleasure. He traces my skin with his left hand, from my breast to my hip, giving my whole body goosebumps. As he traces over my entrance he knows I am already wet and ready for him.
"No foreplay." I say between breathes, "take me now G."
I didn't have to say anything else. He sat up and while his hands slid my panties down my thigh, he looks me directly in the eyes, matching my intensity. I grab the waist band of his boxers, pulling them down over his already erect member. He was gifted in the size department but I knew that just from locker room pictures of him in his compression shorts. I trace lately with my fingers up and down his shaft and dance around his tip. He throws his head back and with a hushed raspy tone whispers "oh my god" in Russian. Enough. I wanted him inside me. I reach up enough to slap his ass hard and get his attention. He lookes down at me and I slowly and seductively lick my lips. I feel drunk with power tonight, like I have all the control. His body collapses down onto mine and with one swift push his full length is inside of me. My back and neck arch and I yell out in pain, "oh Zhenya!" I claw at the bed trying to find something to grab onto but when my efforts fail I latch onto Evgeni's back. With every thrust he goes deeper and deeper inside of me and my nails dig deeper and deeper into his skin. His gold cross necklace was cold against my chest as it moved up and down with his strokes. I moan in desperation as he increases his speed. Our heads are next to each other's and our cheeks rub together, I could hear him panting in my ear.
"Don't stop Zhenya. Don't stop." I whine. He didn't say anything, he just continues plowing into my body. You could hear our skin colliding as we both we're close to climax. I could feel my body beginning to tense up but I fought it. I wanted Geno to keep fucking me the whole night. I'm guess he sensed my hesitation because breathlessly he let out, "Cum for me. Cum for me now." I listen, throwing my head back and letting my body go. I feel my muscles begin to spasm as he is still thrusting fast inside of me, his swollen cock filling every inch of me. I tense up before reaching my climax and releasing everything including my grip on his back. I pant, trying to catch my breath. He starts slowing down, I don't know if he is close or if he is just giving up. His face now over mine, I grab it with both hands and make him focus only on me.
"Finish G."
He was motivated again, closing his eyes and increasing his speed once more. My sweaty body shakes beneath his as I feel him pound himself into me until his muscles tense and he releases inside of me. His sweat drenched body falls onto mine as our chests rise and fall against each other's. He didn't bother removing himself from me and I wondered if there could be a second round. I begin to feel the pressure of his full body weight on top of me.
"Evgeni I can't breath."
I must've scared him with that comment because he quickly flips himself off of me, landing on the other side of the bed. We both stare up at the ceiling for a few minutes before I pull up the comforter, which was practically on the floor, over my nearly bare body. Our underwear and clothes litter the hotel floor and the tv still illuminates the room. Evgeni moves himself so that he is under the cover now too so I shuffle over to him, nestling myself into his side and placing my hand on his stomach. Our bodies fit perfectly together and it wasn't long before I knew sleep would beat us both. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heart beat while watching my hand rise and fall with every contraction and relaxation of his diaphragm. I feel him take in a deep breath before saying, "London best."
"No, my Russian's best" I reply, smiling against his skin.
"You are right. I'm score."

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