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Goodnight, beautiful

five.

Dirty plates and chopsticks sat on the coffee table while Dan reached into the paper bag for their fortune cookies. Chinese food, wine, and a fire certainly made up for the slight disappointment Bristol had over their ice-skating date being squashed. Leaning back on the couch, Dan pulled Bristol’s legs onto his lap thanking her as she topped off his wine glass. They unwrapped their cookies, breaking them open at the same time.

“Sadness is just the absence of happiness. Well, that’s a little depressing.”

Bristol tossed the small slip of paper on the plates as she furrowed her eyebrows trying to figure out how she could turn that around into something uplifting.

“Here’s mine,” Dan cleared his throat, “happiness is sitting next to you.”

Now he was just teasing her. Climbing over to curl up with him, Bristol snatched the fortune from his fingers. Settling beside him, Dan wrapped a protective arm around her prior to kissing her temple. Bristol quickly learned he wasn’t lying. Sure enough the paper read that happiness was sitting next to him.

“I’d say that’s a pretty damn good fortune.” Dan grabbed her hand and played with them. Lacing his fingers in and out of hers enjoying their softness. Bristol asked aloud how the man who wears the unluckiest number on his back managed to be the lucky one with the good fortune.

“Speaking of unlucky thirteen, are you going to wear the jersey I gave you to the game tomorrow?”

Bristol nodded as she swallowed her mouthful of wine. Unfortunately for her, she had come down with Dan’s flu, which meant she had been stuck watching Flyers games from bed. Kris told her it was karma for having broken her pinky promise and she inclined to believe that was true.

“Of course I am. No one’s ever given me their jersey before, well besides Kris. Okay, well Briere did give me that sweatshirt but that was only because I didn’t have…”

Dan stopped her from talking, plus he wanted the chance to throw in some cheap shots on Briere.

“He’s not your type.”

Bristol cocked her head to look at him. Her smile was sly. “Oh, really? An attractive man who knows how to stick handle isn’t my type?”

“He’s not good at golf.” Dan had to think on his toes when Bristol’s confused look told him he lost her. He summed it up. “Let’s just say, I'm built for power, he’s built for speed.”

Bristol rolled her eyes, he kept rambling.

“And he likes foreign films. You know, the ones with symbolism and they all speak in French.”

A French film (with subtitles for her) didn’t seem like a bad way to spend an evening.

“Did you two date? Was it a bad break-up?” Bristol rubbed her eyes as her contacts were starting to bother her. “You’re saying I wouldn’t like Briere because he likes French films and sucks at golf?”

It made Dan shift uncomfortably the way she said his last name. She pronounced it with a slight French accent.

Dan agreed with her latter question. It was that moment that Bristol realized Dan knew absolutely nothing about her.

“You want a strong man who can take care of you. Who can…scratch your itch.”

The second the words left his mouth, Bristol could feel her insides begin to tingle and burn. All she knew in that moment was that he was correct in the assertion that she needed a man who could scratch her six-month itch. If Danny wasn’t going to do it, she could settle for Carcillo.

She had found herself attracted to Briere; she had been since she was nineteen years old and saw him play in Phoenix when she was visiting a friend at Arizona State. It broke her heart when Danny didn’t kiss her after he knocked her over on the stairs. She wanted to initiate but she was afraid it would make her seem desperate and give him a false impression.

“I think we made it into a bigger deal than it actually is,” she broke the silence. “The sex. I…I can’t think straight, especially when I obsess and lately all I can think about is being with you. I’m sick of thinking.”

She lied. It wasn’t the thoughts of them together that made her crazy, it was trying to figure out how she could get Danny to like her.

“Then stop thinking.”

Dan lowered his lips on to Bristol’s. He grabbed the wine glass from her hands and used muscle memory to set it on the table. Once her hands were free the first thing she did was tangle them in Dan’s brown locks. Dan placed his hands on her sides and gently eased her down until she was on her back. Bristol could taste the desperation as their lips connected. Her insides filled with an unfamiliar heat; so intense it took her breath away. She had waited too long to be touched by a man who seemingly wanted her too.

His mouth moved to her neck activating her already over-sensitive nerve endings as his teeth scraped her skin. Bristol’s hands were shaky as she moved them to the hem of his shirt.

Grabbing her wrists, Dan purred in her ear, “slow down, baby.”

Bristol licked her swollen lips. A sight Dan found to be extremely arousing. Slowly getting to his feet, Dan offered a hand to Bristol as he intended to lead her back into his room. Once the bedroom door was closed, Dan pulled Bristol in for a lustful kiss and only stopped so he could toss her onto his bed. Within seconds her shirt was gone. It amazed Dan how smooth her skin was, his fingers gliding effortlessly along her torso. Every curve of her body was finally his to explore.

Once her bra had been discarded his fingers feathered over her breasts igniting a hot, hard need in the pit of his stomach. His mouth closed over a nipple, which caused Bristol to moan and arch her back. Her knuckles began to turn white as she gripped the corner of the bed. Dan took in every inch of her skin, exposing her vulnerabilities.

Sliding her jeans down and off her legs, he kissed her belly, thighs. Dan watched as pleasure turned her eyes a dark blue and he absorbed her moan as their lips collided. After their eyes met again, Dan slipped from his own clothes and finally into her. Bristol allowed his name to pour from her mouth as they moved together at a powerful and steady pace.

Her heart pounded underneath his while Bristol hooked her ankles over his lower back and dug her fingernails into his skin. It wasn’t long until the familiar feeling of ecstasy ripped through her body. Buried deep in Bristol, it was hard for Dan to control his own orgasm as her tight walls became even tighter around him.

She was on cloud nine when it was over. Leaving her in such a post-orgasm fog that was so thick she wasn’t sure if she remembered her own name. Bristol rolled over on to her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows to kiss Dan.

“I say we do that again.”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to object to that.” Dan slapped her ass before hopping out of bed. “Don’t go anywhere, I’m gonna grab that bottle of wine.”

Bristol smiled to herself as she watched Dan leave the bedroom. She would be lying if she said that wasn’t some of the best sex she ever had.

In the family room, as he grabbed the bottle of wine, Dan noticed Bristol’s iPhone light up from the corner of his eye. The curiosity was too great of an urge for Dan to resist and he reached for it. Holding his breath, he pressed the home button to bring the lock screen to life. While he had an inkling as to whom may be the one texting her this late, Dan couldn’t help the slight anger that gripped his heart.

Danny Briere:
Goodnight, beautiful.

Bristol never kept a passcode on her phone. Unlocking it, Dan knew exactly what he was doing. He pressed the message icon, selected Danny’s thread and deleted the message.

Notes

Comments

So glad that you are revisiting this. I read your first version a few years ago and really enjoyed it. Looking forward to seeing where the story goes!

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