One-Shot Stories

Brooke was at Heinz Field, helping pick new cheerleaders for the upcoming Pittsburgh Steelers season. She was happy to have some girl time to herself even though the events at her house with Geno and Marc were in the back of her head. She was angry to think that Marc would believe she would cheat on him.

"Miss Brooke, are you alright?" one of her campers asked.

"Yes, Olivia, I am, thank you. That was a great routine you performed," Brooke answered.

Olivia smiled, "Thanks!"

Debbie, Brooke's co-worker, announced, "Thank you all for coming out for our tryouts and auditions. We have one more group of ladies to view before we make our final decision at the end of the month. If you are chosen for the squad, you will receive an email from the head athletic director to attend a physical appointment. Best of luck and great job, ladies."

Brooke packed up her bag and headed towards the locker room to shower and get ready for the date that Marc had planned. Debbie looked at her friend, "What's bothering you?"

"Marc and I got into a huge fight because Geno was drunk flirting with me and he thought I actually wanted him," Brooke said.

Debbie was in shock, "What!? How could he think that!?"

"No clue, but he really hurt me. He said he planned this big night for us to make it up to me," Brooke added.

"Well, if he royally fucks up, you dump him and I'll come give you a girls' night," Debbie defended.

Brooke hugged her, "Love you girl."

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Around 6pm, Brooke met Marc at one of Pittsburgh's most expensive hotels for their dinner date and night away from home. She was dressed in a snug yellow dress with silver heels. Debbie did her makeup and she had a black clutch with her. Elegant yet without being too flashy.

Marc stood up once he saw her, "You look stunning."

"Thank you. You look nice as well," Brooke replied.

The couple sat at a private table in the back. Marc ordered them two glasses of Cabernet as well as the Italian meat and cheese platter to split. It was silent for about five minutes before Marc spoke, "How were tryouts?"

"Good. Final group of girls come in next week and we make the final cuts after that. Marc, I know that's not why we are here tonight," Brooke said.

Marc sighed, "I know. Brooke, I really am sorry for the way I treated you. I just can't stand the thought of losing you."

"I would NEVER cheat on you Marc-Andre, and you damn well know that. It really hurts to even think you would believe that," Brooke teared.

Marc wiped her tears with his thumb, "I am so sorry babygirl. I do love you so very much."

"I love you, Marc-Andre Fleury. I would never hurt you. Ever," Brooke sniffed.

Following dinner, Marc took his girlfriend upstairs to the hotel's presidential suite that he booked for them. It had a stunning view of Pittsburgh and the city all lit up at night was truly breathtaking. Brooke walked over to the big bay window and soaked in the view of the place she has always called home.

Marc looked at his girl. Her dress was hugging her body just right. The way her blonde hair was perfectly in place. He just wanted to prove how much he loved her and there was only one way to do it. He pulled her hand and laid her on the bed, climbing on top and started to kiss all over her neck, "Let me love you."

"All you had to do was ask," Brooke whispered. She ripped open Marc's dress shirt, slid off his dress pants and boxers, just in amazement of her view. Sure, she has seen it all before, but she was in a trance this time.

Marc removed her dress and begun to kiss all over her body, from her neck all the way to her white laced panties from Victoria's Secret, "May I?"

"Absolutely," Brooke grinned, pushing his head into her.

Marc removed her panties with his teeth before enjoying every little droplet of her orgasm. He missed the way she tasted, and for some reason, pissed off sex made things so much hotter. He licked up every ounce that he could, "Brooke, baby. You're amazing."

"Shut up and fuck me," Brooke yelled.

"As you wish," Marc smirked. Marc removed his mouth and replaced it with his impressive size, just feeling how wet she really was. He could tell she wanted him. "Did you miss me?"

"Dear god, did I! You feel so good. I missed this so much," Brooke moaned, rubbing his abs while he pleased her.

Marc went a little faster while holding her wrists down on the bed. He knew she liked it a little rough and he smiled down at her, "Are we okay now?"

"Marc...we're perfect," Brooke smiled.

The couple finished the night with such passion, love, and devotion to one another. This was exactly what they needed after one of their first real fights. Brooke loved Marc. He knew this. He had the best girl he could ever ask for and knows she'd never leave him, especially for a teammate. But that was a pretty crazy Stanley cup standoff.

Notes

Thank you all SO much for being so patient and understanding with me and this! It has been a tough period in my life for a while, but things are much better now. Remember, if you want a story, leave the scenario in the comments and I will get to work! Love you all!!