Sight

A horrified Addy was drenched in her own tears, looking up at Tyler.
"This isn't right, this isn't fair, that's crazy and impossible. We have to get her back, what kind of person would just do something like that." Milan, Patrice, Brad, Adam, and Tuukka stood up all at once. Tyler cradled her through her sadness
"Obviously Patrick can do stuff we can't. Like, snap his fingers and disappear? That's talent." McQuaid spoke up.
Tyler had an arm wrapped around Addy, staying silent.
"He could be playing tricks. It's a complicated process, but he is very elite skill-wise." Bergeron added. "But why the hell would he take Alexa and go? That's so twisted! And once I get my hands on him I'm going to upper cut his sorry ass back to—" Brad punched the couch cushion, upset.
"17 seconds." Addy said in a low voice.
"What did you just say?" Tuukka questioned.
"17 seconds. After the game it took Patrick '17 seconds' to make Alexa his."
Addy's voice was fragile, her tone condescending. And in that moment, all of the Bruins could relate to the 17 seconds reference. They wanted Addy to continue what she was saying.
Here goes nothing.
"That's what she's always told me for the longest time. In the locker room, they..."

Swarmed by media before the champagne showers, Alexa interviewed Patrick Kane, post game a Stanley Cup victory, for a Bruins Beat segment. He was beyond happy, he was smiling, rowdy, and seductive.
I don't need to write the date, do I? What about a title? Patrick Kane interview, blah blah blah blah.
"Alexa Fitzgerald, Boston Bruins. Do you know how long it took for you to encourage your team to score those game changing goals?" Alexa held her microphone up to the front of his body.
"17 seconds."
Patrick responded with a unique tone. He looked into Alexa's eyes then at the camera. The other media went, Alexa took notes in her notebook, turned around, and watched the Blackhawks team celebrate. Her cameraman left and most of the media were tired of the joy, but some cameras stayed from far away. The team was very noisy and spraying bottles of champagne and lifting the Cup everywhere, facing away from the player stalls Alexa witnessed this sight. Immediately, someone ran up from behind Alexa and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Alexa fell into his touch. "Hey—" she turned around and saw the player she asked the question to, Patrick. Patrick's hands were gentle, but guiding. He placed them lower, around her waist. Alexa was so caught up in his eyes she forgot to talk, letting the mist of champagne fall onto herself in the silence. Patrick tilted his head and kissed her hard, adding his tongue. The hoots and hollers were blocked out, a victorious Blackhawks player and an reporter for the Bruins making out in an away locker room that just won the Cup. Patrick pushed Alexa deep into his stall. The two were still kissing. Patrick began to take his uniform off as he slipped Alexa's black skirt down. As the song Black and Yellow played, everyone was laughing. Alexa's skirt, on the ground. Panties, moved to the side. Ass? Right where he needed it to be. Patrick stood up now and tugged her hair, driving back and forth, wincing out of pain and pleasure. He showed her off, right in the open. The other members of the team had mixed feelings, they either looked over or didn't care and kept partying. The champagne kept pouring. The two of them were so natural, so inseparable, so good. Alexa bit her lip and rode him in clean, perfect strides.
"That's it.." Patrick muttered with one of those smirks.
"17 seconds." Alexa said back, slowing down, forgetting the pain of her past.
"We'll keep in touch." Patrick winked.
I hate telling that story, so embarrassing. Your sister fucks Patrick Kane, yikes. But she's gone now...crap.
"And they did keep in touch. Every Blackhawks Bruins game since, they've talked or went over each other's houses or did something. Alexa even has an 88 tattoo somewhere, she showed me it once." Addy said seriously, trying not to laugh.
"But he probably took her with him so he could prove to everyone that he is so powerful. But he's not. He's an cocky, charming, asshole. Like every other hockey player. They just want to get in your pants. But Alexa wasn't expecting someone like Patrick. She didn't even know Patrick." Addy was agitated, looking at everyone else.
"No means no. But Alexa didn't say no? She was forced to say yes. She liked it. He knew her weaknesses and she fell so fast for him. I don't know. I hate this already. Why can't we just find her and bring her home?" Addy waited in the silence.

Notes

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