“Baby that red dress brings me to my knees, oh but that black dress makes it hard to breathe. You’re a saint, you’re a goddess, the cutest, the hottest, a masterpiece…”


Two months. That’s how long it took for them to take their first vacation together. Although it wasn't really a vacation. That’s how long it took for them to take their first business trip together. They celebrated their two month anniversary on the plane with tiny bottles of whiskey, and when they landed and gathered their luggage from the carousel, they made off for the hotel. While Darcy was in town with her, he splurged for them to stay at the ritzy Fairmont in the heart of Toronto, and even though he offered to put her up there for the entirety of the festival, she insisted to stay somewhere else after he left. She’d just split a room with Jules at some little hotel.

Charlotte couldn’t believe the palace she and Darcy would be staying in for the first few days. She just stared up at the building as he pulled the suitcases out of the cab. Immediately a porter approached them with a baggage cart, ready to help, and Charlotte was pulled out of her daydream.

Darcy smiled, “we’re in 2325. Thank you so much,”

The man nodded and began loading the bags onto the cart. Charlotte walked up closer to Darcy and set her hand down on his stomach.

He looked at his watch and then placed his hand on the small of her back, “there’s tea at two. I don’t know if that’s something you’re into.” Darcy smiled and urged her into the hotel.

She had to stop as soon as she entered the lobby because she still couldn't really believe that she was going to be staying here. Growing up in a single parent household, they never really had spare money for vacations. And the vacations they did take almost always included a bed and breakfast or a motel… never anything like this. When she looked up at Darcy, he was beaming at her, and she took his hand, walking towards the quaint room off to the side, appropriately named the Library Bar. Her eyes drifted over the sofas and chairs all strategically placed around the room, and the brightly colored teacups lined on the bar preparing for the afternoon tea.

“Babe, I thought check in was at four?” She finally said, looking back up at him as they exited the bar and walked back into the lobby.

“I had a friend pull some strings,” he smiled and made a quick stop at the concierge desk to pick up the room keys that had been specially placed there for them, and then led her over to the elevators.

“You have a friend at the Fairmont in Toronto?”

Darcy grinned and stepped into the open elevator, clicking the twenty-third floor, “when you play in the NHL and you’re in Canada, you have a lot of friends everywhere.” He leaned back against the wall of the elevator and pulled her into him tightly, “so tea? Is it your thing?”

Charlotte stood up on her tip toes to peck his lips, “while I’m always in the mood for a good Earl Grey, I only get one festival free day in Toronto. I want to go to the Hall of Fame with you,”

“I was kidding about dragging you to it,” he set one hand on her ass.

“It’s important to you. I want to go,” she only turned around when the elevator doors opened.

Darcy led her down the long hallway, getting to the room to find the door already propped open. The porter was just finishing with their luggage, and upon seeing Darcy and Charlotte, he stood up straight.

“Mr. Kuemper,” the porter nodded gently, “I took the liberty of hanging the suits and dresses from the garment bags in the closet. Should you need them steamed, please don’t hesitate to call.”

Darcy smiled and pulled his wallet out from his back pocket and pulled out a bill. Charlotte looked up to admire him when she saw the size of the bill he handed forward to the porter. “Thank you so much for your help,”

“Thank you, sir,” he bowed slightly and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

Darcy slid his wallet back into his pocket, and looked around the room, admiring the view out the window, until he spotted Charlotte staring at him. He grinned like he truly didn’t understand why she was fixated on him. His cheeks flushed and he looked away, moving towards one of the open suitcases to pick up a pamphlet Charlotte had brought along about the festival schedule. Although the first official night was today, they wouldn’t have to make an appearance until tomorrow, when the film would be screened.

Charlotte sifted through her purse to make sure she had everything she might need for their day out. Realistically, she realized she wouldn’t need much of anything as Darcy was overly good about covering her on everything when they were together. He never wanted her to pay for things if she was with him. That was a way he showed his love.

When they finally made it out of the hotel and walked downtown, Charlotte was amazed how busy it already was with preparations for tonight’s portion of the festival. And everyone around her had no idea that she had a film in it. They wouldn’t have known her from a complete and utter stranger, but she was there; an unknown filmmaker that had taken a shot in the dark.

It didn’t take long to reach the hall of fame, and Charlotte was immediately struck by how ornate it was. Sure it was touristy and flashy. But there was a certain level class and sophistication to it that she hadn’t expected. Even she, a non-hockey fan, could see that this was something to marvel at. Darcy was like a kid on Christmas. She figured he'd been here before, but the excitement on his face as they walked through the doors was something she had never experienced before. He was excited to show her this part of his life. From the very first moment, Darcy took her hand and led her up to the first display, going on about how certain jerseys were worn by Wayne Gretzky, or Bobby Orr, or Nicklas Lidstrom. She nodded along, mostly enjoying that she was seeing him truly passionate about something for the first time since they’d met.

She saw Stanley Cup rings, and the original minute book, and a replica of the Montreal Canadiens locker room decked out with stalls made up for Jean Beliveau and Guy Lafleur. With her arm linked around Darcy’s, she dutifully listened to him spout off information about the game he loved so much. The pure joy on his face was something Charlotte figured she’d never forget. And then halfway through the museum, Darcy handed her a glove, a blocker, and a stick and led her out onto a mini, makeshift rink.

“All you have to do is stop the little, black disc from getting behind you,” Darcy smiled, adjusting the stick properly in her blocker hand.

“But how do I know where it’s going to come from?” She complained, looking out at the screen in front her. Darcy explained she’d be going up against Sidney Crosby, and that the sponge pucks were going to come out of one of the several slots cut into the screen.

When Darcy stepped back, the employee started the machine, putting it on the easiest level. Charlotte stood there absolutely nervous, knowing fully well that she was about to make an ass out of herself in front of her professional hockey playing boyfriend. The first puck came shooting out and whizzed by her side. She screamed out in terror before she even had the slightest desire to move to try and stop it. From behind her, she could hear Darcy giggling, obviously enjoying her slight fear.

The next puck came from a different slot and slid between her legs without much obstruction from her. “Darcy,” she whined, playfully. And the third puck shot out, grazing against her leg.

“Pretend it’s softball,” he tried to encourage in between chuckles.

She was about to protest on that, but figured just to prove a point, she’d take his suggestion. She stepped to one side of the net and held the stick more like a golf club rather than a baseball bat. As the next puck came out of the screen and towards her, she did her best to swing at it. Now given that one hand was shrouded by a bucket-ish style glove, the swing was not pretty, but she still managed to make contact with the puck and nudge it away from the back of the net.

“I did it!” She yelled, gritting her teeth and the next puck came along and she took another swing, sweeping it off to the side.

Darcy cheered for her, which only served to amp her up even more, and eventually when the screen stopped hurling pucks at her, Charlotte turned around and ran up to him. She was grinning like a fool, and challenged Darcy to it when he laughed at her. The employee, knowing who he was, set the machine to the hardest level. Darcy tried to play modest as he slid on the glove and the blocker, and stood in front of the net waiting for the first shot. Charlotte found it quite hilarious to watch him stand there without pads, just because of how tall he was. It almost looked like a joke, but when the machine started flinging pucks at him, Darcy began moving in ways that she found to be impressive. Between catching the pucks in the glove or pushing them to the side with the blocker, Charlotte was actually amazed that the huge, lanky man in front of her was so coordinated and athletic. Obviously she knew that he was, but this was something else; a skill and a talent that was so fine tuned he could’ve been there all day.

He opted himself out even though a sizable crowd had gathered to watch the show he was putting on. And he sheepishly went back to Charlotte and took her hand, leading her to the next part on their journey. She thought it cute of him to scamper away like a kid who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It was like that for the rest of the time there too. Whether it was trivia questions, or looking at old timey goalie masks, or his knowledge on absurd hockey things, Darcy tried to play it off like it was nothing; like he didn’t want to boast his knowledge.

They spent the rest of the evening out, getting a quick dinner at some sports bar, before making it back to the room. Charlotte hoped to turn in at a decent hour, given that tomorrow she’d be a nervous wreck and probably not be able to sleep before or after her first night at the festival. She slid the key into the lock and pushed open the door, immediately reaching for the hem of her long sleeved shirt and tugged it over her head. By the time Darcy had shut the door and looked up at her, he smiled at her state of undress. He reveled in every moment she showed how comfortable she was around him.

She caught him staring at her and turned towards him, head on. He seemed pulled out of his daydream, and when he refocused, Charlotte reached behind her and unclipped her bra. She let it slip from her shoulders until the upper half of her body was left completely naked. Darcy licked his bottom lip and let his eyes wander up to hers. She smirked and unbuttoned her tight jeans, shaking her hips back and forth or work them down her legs.

Unfortunately, these were the wrong pants to try to be sexy in because they were nearly impossible to get out of. There was going to be no way of looking sexy while trying to do this. And when Charlotte realized this, she let out a light giggle and sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her shoes, beginning the process of trying to step on her pants to get them off.

Darcy laughed and walked towards her, grabbing onto the end of her pants and tried to tug them down her leg and past her foot, “these have got to be the best form of birth control out there.”

One leg finally got free, and Charlotte laid back on the bed with her other leg in the air as Darcy tried to free that leg too. “It’s like a fucking chastity belt,” she groaned, eventually letting out an exasperated sigh when Darcy freed her second leg and tossed the jeans over the chair in the corner of the room.

He smiled and crawled on top of her, leaning in to plant a long, wet kiss on her lips. Her hands immediately went for his pants, undoing them in quick fashion, and then she pushed her hand beneath his briefs and curled her fingers around his shaft. Darcy cupped one of his hands around her head and smiled, nodding to Charlotte softly as she stroked him. She felt her cheeks get hotter, melting at every bit of love and encouragement Darcy gave her.

Quickly, he licked his fingertips and tucked his hand beneath her panties, sliding his fingers over her clit. Charlotte unwrapped her hand from around him and pushed against his hand until she was able to wiggle out from underneath Darcy. He turned over and kicked off his pants the rest of the way, half unsure of where this was going, and half thinking he was in for a night of sex. Charlotte straddled his body and sucked on his neck softly. As she rocked her waist against him, in an effort to get him hard, Darcy reached around and tucked his fingers beneath the fabric of her underwear and pressed against her entrance.

Again, Charlotte pulled his hand away and held it up above his head as she rocked on him. She caught his confused expression and kissed him quickly to wipe away any thought he may have had about him doing something wrong. “I’m too anxious about tomorrow,” she whispered, drifting down to kiss his chest. “I won’t be able to focus enough to get off,” she kissed her way down his stomach and settled on his hip. Charlotte pulled his boxer briefs down gently, “I just want to get you off tonight.” She looked up at him, to find him already staring at her, and she curled her lips around the head of his dick, allowing her eyes to drift shut when Darcy curled his fingers in her hair.

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“We were all working on other people’s projects, so to have the chance of making our own story, and having it so well received thus far… it’s huge,” Charlotte beamed.

She could still hardly believe she was here. In front of her, others from the crew were making their way up the red carpet, being asked to stop for an interview and pictures. Charlotte was last in line for her movie, and was thankful Darcy was there beside her. Had it not been for him, holding her and guiding her up the carpet, she figured she’d be a crumpled mess on the ground somewhere. As they now stood in front of a reporter, Darcy stepped back just a tiny bit to allow Charlotte to have her moment. It wasn’t his to take.

As the reporter asked the next question though, Charlotte looked over at Darcy as though she was trying to gain as much confidence as she could without him standing by her, touching her. She looked back at the reporter, “we got really lucky with the festival promoting our movie as much as it did. We were playing small time festivals, and no one was searching out our movie until TIFF stepped up and helped us with publicity on a wider scale.” She was turning into quite the diplomat. And judging by the proud grin on Darcy’s face, he thought so too.

“I think it’s safe to say no one thought a group of recent college grads could come together and tell such an impactful story with such a deep-rooted commentary of today’s society,” the reporter continued.

Charlotte beamed, “to know the board looked at our film and had it resonate so deeply with them is why we made it in the first place. And I’m really excited that my friends get to see all their hard work up on a big screen tonight.”

The reporter returned her smile, “Charlotte Mickelson, congratulations on the inclusion of your film in this year’s Toronto International Film Festival.”

“Thank you,” she smiled and looked over at Darcy. Charlotte reached for his arm and held onto it tightly as they made their way a bit further down the red carpet.

Just in front of her, she could see Lindsey and Peter stopped to have their pictures taken, and when Charlotte noticed a mark on the carpet, she stepped on it and prepared for a round of photographs. Darcy made a first move of trying to get out of her way, but Charlotte looked up at him and shook her head, practically begging him to stay with her. He couldn’t say no to her, and so he stood by her proudly; arm wrapped around her with his hand settled on her ass. As the cameras began to flash, Charlotte looked out at them, but could feel Darcy’s eyes locked on her.

“You are absolutely stunning in this dress,” Darcy whispered, looking down at her.

Charlotte was sure they both had goofy smiles on their face for all the pictures that were now being taken, but she couldn't even bring herself to care. She brought her hand up to his stomach, “really? I think it clashes with the carpet.”

At the same time, they both looked down at the red of the carpet and then compared it to the red of her sleek, floor length dress with a plunging neckline. Darcy pursed his lips and looked back at her, “no, you’re fuckin’ hot.”

She blushed and looked back out at the cameras for a few more pictures before they continued on, getting closer and closer to the theater. The closer in time it got to the film being premiered on the big screen, the more Charlotte grew anxious. What if people didn’t like it? What if they wondered why they had made it to the festival in the first place? What if Darcy hated it? Worse, what if he didn’t understand it? Could she be with someone who didn’t understand the social gravity of what her film was trying to say?

It was all too late because they took their seats minutes later, forced and bound to stay in their seats for the duration of the category. There were eight films to be shown for live action shorts, and from the first moment the theater lights went down, Charlotte felt her stomach drop, waiting to see the opening shot of her film come up. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath, until she let out a sigh when she saw that her film wasn’t the first to be shown. Darcy looked over at her and chuckled, having heard her sigh. He reached into her lap and held onto her hand tightly.

Then the second short began and Charlotte looked up at the ceiling the entire time, a nervous wreck. And the third short rolled, and she began bouncing her knees up and down. Then the fourth short started and she thought this was an evil joke of making her wait. Were they even at the right festival? Then the fifth short began and Charlotte thought she was going to have a heart attack right then and there. It was like anticipating the moment you’d have to stand up in front of the class and give a presentation. Only with that, at least you could defend yourself or your point. Here, she would have to stay in her seat, silent, as people judged her work. When the sixth short started, Charlotte figured she was already half dead. They’d been in their seats now for nearly an hour and a half, and she had to go to the bathroom. Or at least she thought she did. Her nerves were no joke. But it was when the seventh short began that Charlotte realized her film had been kept to play last. What did that mean? Did the board think it was the best? The most impactful? Did they think it was absolute shit and wanted to start the night with all the good films? The moments of the other shorts she managed to watch were really good, and she didn’t think her film could stand up with them. What were these people’s budgets? A million dollars? She’d been working with forty thousand.

The credits of the seventh short ended, and her movie cued up. At the first grumbling of the score, Charlotte put her forehead down on Darcy’s shoulder. She couldn’t bear to watch. He pressed his lips to her head quickly and then turned attentively back to the screen. She wouldn’t ruin this for him; it was his first time seeing the film that she had spent the entire year working on. Every line of dialogue, every footstep, every plea, every gunshot sent Charlotte into a spiral of memories of being on set and working through problems at all hours of the night. The fourteen hour days she worked just to make sure everything got done; she was reminded of it all. And it seemed to drag on forever. Jesus Christ, she thought it was only nineteen minutes long. This was taking a lifetime.

And then it was the weirdest thing. She heard the score cue for the credits, and the theater burst out. Applause? Charlotte lifted her head from Darcy’s shoulder, and as her credits rolled up on the screen, the audience had stood and took up a round of applause. Down the row from her, Charlotte looked over at her friends. They were all sat with the same expression too. What the fuck? People are standing? For our movie? The fuck?

They all looked back and forth at each other, hoping someone else would have more of a clear answer for them on what was happening. Had their film really been received this well? At this big of a festival? What was going on? Charlotte looked over at Darcy, but where he should’ve been, he wasn’t. But only because he was on his feet too, applauding her work. She thought she was going to pass out. This was all too surreal.

She didn’t exactly know where she was or what she was doing until Darcy led her back into their hotel room that night. They'd spent the later half of the evening at an after party and now in the early morning, were just getting back in. Charlotte hadn’t had too much to drink, mostly because she couldn’t wrap her head around the idea that anything was real. Darcy slid his tie off his neck and flung it around Charlotte’s body, using it to pull her closer to him.

He swayed side to side with her, completely enamored. “Your film’s amazing. A total fuck you to hate and discrimination,” he smiled and twirled her around. “It’s based on true events?” He was referring to the title card at the start of the movie stating such.

Charlotte nodded and began unbuttoning Darcy’s shirt. His fingers were already teasing her chest where the deep neckline left her skin exposed. “My grandpa used to tell me a story about something he’d gone through in Europe during the war. So I made it a movie,” she pushed his jacket and shirt off all at once.

Darcy led her to the bed and after unzipping her dress, he laid her back against it. He helped her wiggle out of her dress until she was left beneath him in a dark red strapless bra and matching thong. She waited patiently as he looped his tie around her wrists and pulled it tight, only to lift the other end of the tie up to the bedpost. She flicked her eyes up to his as he started to knot his tie to the post. “Okay?” He questioned more to ensure he had her consent over a concern for the comfort of her wrists.

She nodded and immediately felt her body ache. Sure he’d tied her up before and it had turned her on, but this was a bit further than being tied up. This was being restrained from touching, being kept useless to anything he wanted next. Darcy leaned back down and squeezed her breasts roughly. Charlotte let out a soft whine until he pressed his lips to hers. The bra was nothing and off in minutes, but the thong… Darcy had a little more fun playing with that. Gently, he nudged her over onto her stomach, watching as the tie folded over itself, to make sure it didn't get too tight around her wrists. Once Charlotte was on her stomach, Darcy stole the pillows from the bed and propped them up beneath her waist, forcing her ass higher up for him.

Charlotte moaned softly when Darcy pulled on her thong, forcing the thin fabric to push up between her pussy lips. His dick twitched at the sight of it and he spanked her once as hard as he could. Charlotte screamed and looked back at him as he was in the process of taking off his pants. By the time he was naked too and yanking her thong down, she couldn’t watch anymore. Darcy bent over and spread her ass apart with his hands. He licked his lips quickly before opening his mouth to drag his tongue over her slit. Charlotte’s body shuddered and fell flatter against the pillows.

Darcy tilted his head to the side and held onto one of Charlotte’s ankles. He pushed her leg up until it bent close beside her, forcing her pussy open for him. He licked her entrance, sucking gently on her pussy lips, and then pulled back to look, before he went back. Convinced she’d keep her leg there, Darcy slid his hand beneath her body and massaged her clit in slow circles, matching the slow precise movements of his tongue probing her hole. She let out a throaty moan, and he looked down at her. How good she looked with hands tied above her head and her legs spread apart for him.

He brought his free hand to his mouth and sucked on his thumb before closing his mouth back around her pussy. She shrieked and her body jumped forward, only to return back and immediately feel Darcy’s wet thumb against her ass. Her shriek turned into a lingering moan and she rocked her hips back against his thumb, massaging it against her other entrance. He couldn’t help but smile, and he pulled his mouth off of her pussy so he could more easily watch her tease herself with his thumb.

“You like that, baby girl,” he smiled, kissing the handprint he’d left on her ass. Charlotte hummed out a delighted moan and lifted her hips up and down. “You wanna try to get it in?” He bent down lower to suck on her pussy again quickly as she nodded. “Say it,” he whispered, coming back up to kneel behind her. He licked his fingers and slid them over his shaft to get it wet, and then moved his thumb down from Charlotte’s ass to her pussy, getting it wet again before placing it back on her ass.

“I want your thumb in my ass… please,” she moaned breathlessly, lifting her hips a little higher.

Darcy smirked and pushed his waist forward, burying his dick inside of her. Charlotte cried out softly and looked to the side again, getting as good of a glimpse of Darcy as she could. He thrust harder into her, watching as her hands closed into tight fists above her head, and he pressed his thumb against her a touch harder until he just barely opened her up for his finger. She groaned again and Darcy kept an even pace with his thrusts. The more relaxed she got because of the pleasure she felt with him fucking her, made it easier for him to slowly sink his thumb in further. And every time he went a little deeper, he checked in with her.

As much as she was nervous about having something inside her ass, he was equally terrified that he’d hurt her in some way. The last thing he wanted was to be the reason this was a bad experience for her. And every time he checked to make sure she was okay, Charlotte grinned a little wider. He really was making sure she was taken care of and comfortable. When he got to the first knuckle of his thumb and bent it, Charlotte let out a tiny squeak and lifted her hips up. Darcy stopped moving his thumb and quickened his thrusts a tiny bit to rock her body against the bed.

“Darcy,” she whimpered.

“That’s it, baby. That’s as far as we’ll go tonight,” he plunged balls deep into her. He felt the pressure of his shaft tighten her ass around his thumb and he knew she felt it too. With his thumb in place, he began to pound into her harder, forcing her tight pussy to stretch around his dick.

He pulled his dick out of her and looked down to slowly pull his thumb out as well. She writhed beneath him until it was out of her, and he flipped her onto her back at a slight angle. He positioned himself behind her, with one hand beneath her body, squeezing her breasts. And after he placed his cock inside of her, he placed that hand on her leg and held it up. Their skin clapped together as her ass bounced back against his waist with each thrust.

Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut and screamed out in pleasure, tugging her hands back against the tie. “Fuck,” she cried out, elongating the word. “Harder,”

Darcy did as he was told and bared his teeth as he leaned up on his arm for leverage to be able to fuck her harder. His movements became more erratic behind her, and he moved his hand from her leg to her clit. It was everything she needed, and when she came a couple minutes later, Darcy didn’t even have the inclination to stop. She trembled in his arms, unable to stop her body.

She turned her head and glanced at Darcy. Sweat was gathering at both of their hairlines, and she tilted her head back and moaned, “don’t stop.”

“Never,” he mumbled as he kissed the corner of her mouth. He could tell by the way her muscles were quivering around him that she was going to come all over him again. “Mmm, baby…”

Charlotte furrowed her eyebrows, trying to hold back another orgasm. Much more of his deep, hard fucking, and she wouldn’t be able to. “I’m gonna make you come?” She squeezed her muscles around his shaft in a futile attempt to slow him down. Even as he panted out a response and nodded his head, Charlotte knew she had something in her bag of tricks that would send him over the edge. But before she could use it, Darcy rubbed her clit back and forth in quick precession, making quick work of her second orgasm. Now she panted along with him, her body twitching each time his fingers passed over her clit. She knew he was close; that at any moment, he’d pull out for good. In between breaths, she managed to get out, “I want you to come inside of me.”

Darcy moaned and looked down at her, smirking and chuckling in disbelief. “Don’t fuck with me, I’m gonna come.” He took a deep breath, trying to hold back, “where do you want it?”

She angled her hips backwards, keeping him deep, “I love you so much.” Charlotte looked back at him, “I want it inside of me.”

He buried his face into her neck and held onto her hips tightly. With a final thrust, he held still, pumping his load inside of her. She moaned softly, feeling it fill her. After he finished, he stayed put to keep everything inside of her, and reached up to untie her wrists. It took him a moment as his brain was still running through the high that was coming inside of her. But before he could release her from the knots, he paused and apparently came up with a better idea. He thrusted into her twice more, and grinned sadistically as he pulled out of her and stood up.

Charlotte tugged her hands against his tie, “what’re you doing? Come back,”

Darcy bent back over her and held her face in one of his hands, “I’m going to take a shower knowing my beautiful girlfriend is out here, lying on her back, with my come deep inside of her.”

“You’re an asshole,” she smiled, lifting her head to peck his lips.

“You gonna be a good girl and keep it inside of you?”

Charlotte blushed and nodded. She smiled against his lips when he kissed her again.

“That’s my girl,” Darcy kissed her forehead and turned on his heels, heading for the bathroom.

Notes

"Die a Happy Man" by Thomas Rhett. This is just the cutest freakin' song.

Hope y'all are still enjoying this story! tbh, getting a tad obsessed with these two