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Playing Rough

Je t'aime

Charley woke up the next morning, her limbs tangled up with Jon's, their bodies wrapped it sticky sheets. Her head was on his chest and his arms were fastened protectively around her waist. She quietly sneaks out of bed, careful not to disturb Jon. She digs through her suitcase which she had transferred into Jon's room, to find a new pair of underwear and a bra, the pair she had been wearing last night lay soiled on the ground next to Jon's bed. She opens the top drawer of his dresser and rummages through to find an oversized shirt she can borrow. She finds a white blackhawks shirt and slips it over her head. Jon begins to stir behind her and in the mirror hanging above his dresser, she can see him stretch and open his eyes with a yawn.

He props himself up on an elbow, his eyes scanning over Charley in his clothes. She climbs back onto the bed, straddling his hips and leans down to press a kiss to his lips.

"I love waking up like this." Jon sighs, his voice deep and groggy with sleep. Charley giggles.

"Me too." She leans forward, resting her head on top of Jon's chest.

"Can we just stay like this forever?" Jon asks. His lips press a kiss on the top of Charley's hair.

"Come on, let's go make breakfast." She pulls Jon out of bed and waits at the door patiently while he searches his drawers for a pair of boxers. She stumbles over the gold heel from the high before, haphazardly discarded at the bottom of Jon's bed and let's out a string of curse words.

"Hey, don't hate on the shoes. Those shoes were fucking amazing." Charley smiles as thought of last night go through her head. Something about those heels made Jon absolutely crazy.

Him and Charley enter the kitchen, deciding to make scrambled eggs and toast. Charley pulls out the pan and cracks the eggs as Jon shoves a couple pieces of bread in the toaster. While he's waiting, he wraps his arms around Charley from behind as she cooks the eggs. When they're finished, they arrange the breakfast on a plate and set it down at the table. Charley excuses herself to grab a ponytail from the bedroom, her messy bedhead getting in her way. She finds one in her makeup case and while she's at it, she cleans off all of lasts nights makeup. When she returns to the kitchen, she hears voices. She enters the kitchen and sees an older man, in about his late fifties and a woman who Charley assumes is the man's wife and a younger boy, just a year or two younger than Jon, and looks suspiciously like him too.

Charley's face pales when she realizes this must be Jon's family. She attempts to make a mad dash back to Jon's room but suddenly Jon's father's eyes land on her. Fury floods his face as he sees a strange girl in his son's house, wearing nothing but her underwear and one of Jon's t-shirts. Her cheeks flush and she crosses her arms over her chest, feeling self conscious.

"You fucking brought her home?"

"Dad, its not like that." Jon argues.

"Then what is it? Because there are pictures of you all over the internet with that girl climbing all over you." The man jabs his finger in Charley's direction.

"Dad, she's not just some girl."

"Either way there are pictures of the two of you all over." Jon's father roars. Charley feels the eyes of Jon's mother and brother on her.

"So what?" Jon cries out defensively.

"So what? What the hell do you mean 'so what?' I thought you cared more about your image and reputation than this, Jonathan. I thought you knew better than to pick up some puck bunny at the club." Jon's father shook his head in disappointment while Jon's frame shook with anger. Charley gasps at the comparison to a puck slut.

"She is not just some girl and how dare you call her a puck bunny. Charley is nothing like that. I don't care what people think about us because I love her."

"What?" His father asks in shock, his mother and brother sport similar expressions.

"What?" Charley tries to process his words. Jon walks over to her, wrapping her in his arms.

"I love you Charlotte Marie Evans. I have since that day we spent together in Chicago."

"Son, we'll head out now." His father mumbles, leading himself and the rest of the family out to the car.

"You love me?"

"With all my heart. You're beautiful, confident, your strength and will is incredible and you have a passion for hockey just like me. You're selfless and loyal and I just love every single thing about you." He nuzzles his head into the crook of her neck.

"I love you too, Jon." They quickly eat the breakfast they had laid out earlier and ended up cuddling on the couch soon after.

“I want to stay like this forever.” Jon whispers.

“Me too.”

All the day, the two of them stayed inside, watching movies and enjoying each other’s company. They were wrapped up in each other and Jon had draped a blanket over them. It’s just after four in the afternoon and Jon’s phone begins to ring. He grabs it from the coffee table and puts it to his ear.

Immediately he pushes Charley off of him, leaving her on the couch and stepping out his back door into the backyard. She watches him outside the window, his eyebrows furrowed. In his hurry, he went outside without a jacket and after a few minutes, she notices him begin to shiver.

She stands from the couch, dragging the blanket with her. She steps out the back door, Jon’s back is to her. She wraps the blanket around his shoulder and he jumps slightly but then relaxes into Charley’s embrace.

“Yea Dad, fine. Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.” Jon hangs up and sets the phone down on the small table next to them on the back porch. Jon turns around in her arms, and wraps his arms around her waist.

“That was my Dad. My mom wants to invite us over for lunch tomorrow.”

“Well that will definitely be interesting after this morning.”

“Don’t worry, Char, once they meet you and get to know you when you’re not standing in my kitchen in your underwear, they will love you. Now come back inside, it’s freezing out here.”

Jon drags her back inside, passing the living room couch and bringing her straight back into the bedroom. They curl up together under the warm duvet. Jon’s rubs comforting circles on Charley’s back.

“Charley?”

“Hm?” she hums the response, looking up at Jon and noticing that his eyebrows are knit together in though. She places a peck on his cheek in attempts to get him to relax. He smiles down at her but then soon changes his face back to a serious expression.

“How are you feeling about,” Jon pauses. “Jake?” Jon knew Jake had been a touchy subject for Charley. After them being such close friends and dating for a little while, he knew the topic was tough for her to talk about, but he felt something needed to be said before they could advance as a couple.

“I loved Jake, I did. But not like I love you. I loved him as a friend, but you, you’re different. I love you so much that I want to wake up next to you every morning and be waiting at home for you when you win home games and comfort you when you lose games and I just want to be here with you. When I look into the future, I see something with you. I never got that feeling with Jake. I only want to be with you know. I wish it didn’t take Jake dying to realize you’re what I wanted, but I’m at least glad something good came out of it.”

“You don’t know how much I love hearing that.” Jon rolls over so he’s on top of Charley, his lips graze hers before he presses them to hers completely. He deepens the kiss, his tongue running across her bottom lip and she quickly allows her access. His tongue explores her mouth as his hands linger up and down her body. Charley’s hands run up and down Jonathan’s bare chest. His thumbs begin to rub circle on her hips.

In one swift movement, Jon has removed Charley’s shirt and discards it on the floor. He presses her body further into his soft bed. His lips leaving her lips to move up and down her neck. His hand reaches around to unclasp her bra and his fingers hook around the top of her panties, pulling them down and throwing them onto the floor.

“This trip is so much better than I ever expected it was going to be.” Jon whispers in between kisses.

“I never thought it would turn out this way.” Charley struggles to get the words out, distracted by Jon.

“Me neither, but I’m glad it did.” She feels his lips turn up into a smile against her skin and her lips mimic the movement.
“Me too.”

Notes

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Comments

omg make a sequal, please !!! love this story !

hockeychick22 hockeychick22
4/4/16
Perfection :)
hellothere87 hellothere87
8/23/13
OMG that was perfect!! I love it!!!please add more!!! The whole time I was picturing me as charley!!! I love Jonathan Toews soo much and I just pictured this happening to me. Please add more!! It's great your good at writing.
I love this story, amazing! Keep it up! :D
this needs to be updated bby ok
Lundguin Lundguin
7/4/13