The Things No One Else Sees

They were lying in her bed, and he couldn’t remember ever feeling more content with his life. After showering with her, exploring her body with his hands and letting her explore his with hers, they crawled underneath her sheets. They hadn’t bothered getting dressed, instead they slipped into bed and ran hands across damp skin, pink from the hot water of the shower. He’d made a playlist of songs before she got home from work, and her computer was sitting on the chest of drawers playing them at a low volume.

He trailed his fingertips up her spine and enjoyed the way she shivered, cuddling in closer to his body. Her head was resting on his chest with his arm wrapped around her. “Ticklish?”

She looked up at him, resting her chin on his sternum. “No. It just feels good when you touch me.”

"Stop trying to seduce me," he said when the feeling of elation at her comment seeped into his veins and made his entire body feel amazing and happy and wanted. Not just wanted for his body or his status or his money, but wanted for himself. It felt strange and amazing and a little bit frightening.

Lucy's body shook with soft laughter. "That's not seduction. That's just the truth."

"Not that I'm complaining, but why were you ever single? You're perfect."

She laid her head down on his chest. "No one is perfect. We all have our flaws. I've probably always been attracted to the wrong kind of guys. Ones that haven't grown up and want to play in local bands even when they aren't really serious about music. Guys that aren't interested in marriage or whatever--cohabitation, even."

"Why?"

"Dunno. I'm not perfect."

"I'm not your type." He said it as a statement, not a question, because he knew it was true.

Lucy looked up at him again, her little chin poking into his chest. "Not really. You're a jock who likes clubs and gyms and attention whores."

"Liked."

"Well, you still like gyms and probably clubs and you're still a jock, Mr. Hockey star."

"I like you more than any of those things."

She shook her head and slid a hand up to let her fingers run over his smooth chest. The innocent touch gave him goosebumps. "You love hockey."

"I love you," he replied softly, splaying his fingers out and running a hand up her back.

"You're going to make a girl melt if you keep saying that."

Joff smiled down at her. Saying the L-word was so easy and it was so true. He absolutely loved her and couldn't imagine life without her, not anymore. He'd been lying to himself when he tried to hook up with the girl in Cali after Lucy left. And he'd been lying to himself when he thought the blonde from the bar the night of his birthday would ever do. He couldn't even remember her name now. All he remembered about that night was Lucy’s gift and her note and the way it made him feel. Saudade. Deeply rooted longing a woman had never made him feel before.

"So, you're going to The XX show with me this week?"

"I told you that you didn't have to take the gifter."

"I want to take her. I can't imagine going with anyone else. You're it. Will you go?"

"Of course. You know I'm head over heels in love with you. I can't say no."

Her saying that she loved him always gave him a shot of adrenaline. Joff shifted in the bed, coming onto his side and rolling her onto her back. "Mmmm, it's good to know you can't tell me no."

Lucy lifted her head off the pillow and kissed him gently. He followed her down, deepening it as he placed a hand on the side of her face, pulling off her glasses and smoothly setting them on the nightstand.

He'd been half hard for a while. Lying in bed with her while they were naked and listening to music could do that. Now that his tongue was in her mouth and her little moans of approval reverberated through his body, he was almost at full attention.

Without a word, he slipped between her legs. She let him, pulling his shoulders down so she could continue to kiss him, stroke his tongue with hers. He moved the hand on her cheek down the valley between her perfect tits, down her stomach, and between her legs. Tentatively, he dipped the tip of his middle finger into her, testing to see if she was ready for him. She was dripping wet and his cock was painfully erect now that he knew how much he turned her on.

"Excited to be in bed with me?" he asked, breaking away from her lips to run his mouth over her jaw and neck.

Lucy bucked up into him. "Always," she whispered in his ear.

He wanted this for the rest of his life. For this smart, independent, passionate woman to want him like this forever. Because he knew it wasn't just physical. This ran so much deeper and felt so much better than ever before.

His hand between them lined him up and a tilt of his hips allowed him to sink into her willing body. Her hot, wet pussy wrapped around him. With his face pressed into her neck and shoulder, he rocked into her, testing the waters and trying to make this last. The build up to sex for the last few months had been so strung out that he’d only been able to take her roughly, quick and fast and hot. Now he wanted something different, something slow and delicious that would end with her begging for him to finish her off.

“You feel so good,” she breathed into his ear. He felt the words all the way down his spine as he bore down on her a bit harder and tried to hold himself still for longer on the downstroke.

Joff curled the fingers of his right hand in her hair and pulled her head back to expose the tender spot below her chin. He placed an open-mouthed kiss there before sliding his tongue down her neck and grazing his teeth over her collarbone. “You feel better,” he whispered against her skin, pushing in and rocking his hips from side to side.

Her legs tightened around his waist and her short nails raked through his hair, down his neck, and out across his wide shoulders. “Joff, oh god, please.”

He smiled as he put his lips around one of her pointy little nipples, sucking her freshly-cleaned skin into his mouth. Her breathing was heavy, labored, sexy. Like she couldn’t stand how good it felt. He knew the feeling because he couldn’t barely stand it either--the way he felt deep inside her as the muscles of her pussy clamped down on him each time he pulled out. If he could go on all night, then he would.

“I... my brain won’t work,” she admitted between sharp intakes of air and forceful exhales.

“Stop thinking and just feel me,” he replied, moving over to take her other nipple into his mouth.

“I can’t feel anything but you. You’re everywhere and it’s... so fucking good.”

Pride and pleasure were rushing through his veins as he thrust into her, keeping the pace slower than what he really wanted. If he let himself go, then he’d slam into her and come in a matter of seconds; she felt that perfect wrapped around his dick. “Will you come for me, Lucy?” he asked, his mouth hovering above her own.

“Yes,” she hissed, lifting her hips up.

“Just like this,” he said. “No touching yourself. Can you come?”

“Joff,” she moaned. “Please.”

He thrust into her, bottoming out and rocking his hips up before pulling out again. “I can’t wait to do this to you every single night,” Joff said before he kissed her.

Lucy moaned into his mouth, her hands clutching at his back as he made little shallow thrusts into her, curling himself up to hit her at a different angle.

Whatever he did must have worked because her entire body went taunt and still in his arms. She almost screamed her pleasure into his mouth while he felt her pussy grip him tight, pulsing with the intensity of her orgasm.

It was too much to ask of him not to follow her down, especially with the way she was digging her nails into the skin of his back. Two more thrusts and he let go, coming so hard he pushed her into the mattress and grunted with the effort of shooting into her.

“Don’t,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck when he moved to pull out of her. “I like the way you feel,” Lucy explained.

Joff kissed her again and pressed their foreheads together. “Whatever you want, my little Lucy.”

She chuckled softly and tilted her head back to bring their lips together again.

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The concert was packed, but he didn’t mind. It just meant Lucy’s body was pressed against the front of him, and he got to wrap his arms around her. The opening band had finished and The XX were just a couple minutes from starting.

“Do you, like, play for the Leafs?”

He looked to the right and saw two women standing there, looking at him with wide eyes. “Yeah,” he replied, tightening his grip on Lucy. She was also looking at the two women.

“Joffrey Lupul, right? You’re, like, my favorite hockey player,” the blonde said.

Joff gave her a kind smile and a nod of his head. “Thanks.”

“You like The XX?” she asked.

“I do. So does my girlfriend,” he replied, nodding down at Lucy who was still wrapped up in his arms. “This is Lucy. Sorry, we didn’t catch your name.”

The girl looked at Lucy like she hadn’t even noticed her until Joff pointed her out. “Oh, uh, I’m Candice. Candy.”

“Enjoy the concert, Candy,” he said, leaning down and putting her chin on Lucy’s shoulder.

Lucy turned her head slightly to look at him and he took the opportunity to kiss her. What started out as an innocent peck turned into a full-on kiss with some tongue action.

“You broke her heart, you know?” Lucy said, watching the two girls make their way back to the bar.

“She’ll get over it. The only heart I care about is yours.”

Lucy reached a hand up behind her and wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. “Stop or you’ll get me all wet with the romantic talk,” she whispered when he pulled back to look at her upturned face.

“Mmm, I’m starting early. Getting you primed for when we get home. I’ve been thinking about bending you over the arm of the couch for a few days now.”

Her free hand grabbed his legs, her fingers digging into the flesh of his thick thigh.

Joff chuckled. “Does that mean you’d let me?”

“You know I’d let you,” she replied right before the lights dimmed.

They started with a couple upbeat songs, one from their debut album. Romy Croft’s voice was soft and sweet and tender, murmuring the lyrics over the beats, at times blending so well with Oliver Sim’s voice. Three songs in and they paused before Romy started playing the spacey opening notes of Angels, the song Lucy had sent him the night they finally reconciled with each other. The night they finally talked, albeit through text, and admitted that they weren’t really friends or enemies, but something else entirely.

Joff squeezed her and placed a soft kiss behind her ear. “I love you,” he whispered.

She tilted her head back to look up at him, a gorgeous smile playing at her lips. I love you. He didn’t hear the words over the music, but he saw the way her mouth moved. The words were easy to read on her lips. And they made him feel happy and whole and like everything else in life would be a piece of cake because he had her next to him.

THE END

Notes

You can download the soundtrack here: SOUNDTRACK.