Thursday, March 8, 2012
Monday, December 12, 2011
I had an idea for a Christmas one shot and it just felt right for it to include these two characters and I know a few of you were not happy with the ending so here goes...
Hey You Lover Boy, Will You Be My Toy; Hey You Lover Boy, Will You Be My Toy
Hey You Lover Boy, Will You Be My Toy; Hey You Lover Boy, Will You Be My Toy
Hey You Lover Boy, Will You Be My Toy; Hey You Lover Boy, Will You Be My Toy
The sound of the ring tone she’d chosen for him and her phone vibrating across her night table only partially woke her. Edie reached for it, dragged it across the pillow and pressed it to her ear.
“Good morning gorgeous.” Despite being woken up when she was huddled warm and cozy under the covers, in the middle of the bed surrounded by pillows and pressed between two snoring dogs, she smiled at the sound of his voice.
“But I’m sleeping,” she muttered, her eyes still closed which aided in visualizing him sitting at a table in a hotel restaurant with an egg white omelet, all grain bagel and a glass of orange juice in front of him and Patrick Kane across the table making faces.
“Well it’s time to get up sleeping beauty. You have lots to do today.” She could hear the smile in his voice and that visual alone made her smile as she rolled over onto her back and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“Mmm just the last fitting,” she yawned and stretched. The two big SPCA rescue mutts stirred beside her and began to yawn and stretch too. “Which is kind of a miracle considering you gave me no time at all to organize all of this,” she added with another yawn.
“It’s your fault for putting it off for so long,” he chuckled, “and I’m glad you don’t have anything else planed because actually I’ve arranged some things for you,” he began and she could sense the twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes. “Go to the closet and look for a red box by my jeans.”
“Red box?” Edie gave their Rottie a gentle shove that got the pooch moving and then she followed him to the walk in closet. His clothes, mostly t-shirts, jeans, sweaters and suits were all on one side while all of her clothes were on the other. His t-shirts were folded neatly and stacked according to colour on the middle shelves. His jeans, custom tailored to fit his generous derriere, were folded below. On the top shelf, where his summer shorts waited for better weather sat a long red box with a gold bow. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice this before,” she mumbled as she went on tip toe to pull it down.
“I knew you’d still be too hammered from your hens night to see it there,” he chuckled and she made a face and blew a raspberry into the phone as she made her way slowly back to the foot of their king sized bed. “Are you opening it?” he asked as she put the box down beside her on the purple and black sheets.
“Yeah, yeah, with some help,” she mused as their black Lab took the end of the bow between her teeth and started to tug.
“Ah is Lulu helping?”
“Yep,” she giggled as the Rottie ambled up and sniffed at the box. “You gonna help too Laurent?” she asked as the Lulu successfully pulled off the box and she lifted the lid from the box. Inside was a plush white robe with ‘Trump’ embroidered in gold letters on the breast.
“Open yet?” he asked, still sounding amused.
“Yes, what is this?” she asked as she ran her fingers over the ultra soft fabric.
“You and your girls are booked in at the spa in the Trump hotel. After you take our furry babies for a walk there should be a town car there to pick you up.“ Edie sighed and reached out to scratch the big Rottie on his head.
“That’s pretty perfect. After last night I could do with a massage. Thanks babe,” she grinned, imagining the smile of satisfaction her fiancé would be wearing.
“I thought you might. Make sure you get a mani peddi and whatever else you want too. Get the works,” he encouraged her, as did the voice in the background she knew to be Pat’s adding his two cents worth, something about a Brazilian and wanting proof it had been done.
“Tell Pat it makes me sick to my stomach he’s even thinking about me that way,” she laughed.
“I will but uh…,” his voice fell away and she could practically hear the blood rushing to the tips of his ears.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get the works,” she promised with a chuckle.
“Miss you,” he whispered.
“Miss you too,” she repeated. “See you when you get back.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. Is that a wedding dress or a nightie?” Edie turned to glance over her shoulder at the plunging back of the silver white satin curve skimming gown.
“Do you think it’s too sexy?” she asked, looking down at the cowl neck that draped elegantly just above her breasts, at the way her nipples showed clearly through the shimmering fabric. There was no possible way of wearing underwear beneath it. Everything showed; everything.
“I think you make Pippa and Kate Middleton look like the ugly step sisters,” her friend Carolyn gushed as she handed the bejeweled headband to the designer’s assistant who carefully and gently slid it into Edie’s thick, dark hair.
“But will he like it?” she asked, running her hand down over the curve of her hip to where the dress fell away to pool around her feet. A short train followed behind her like an ice covered lake of fabric.
“Like it? If you make it back down the aisle before he jumps you I’ll be surprised,” Carolyn snickered, standing back to survey the seamstresses handiwork. “You look like you should be on the cover of Vogue.”
“Really?” Edie peered at her reflection and raised her hands up to where they would be when she carried her flowers down the aisle. “I was kind of hoping Cosmo….”
“’’Kay now you sound like Kaner,” her friend made a face and rolled her eyes. Edie looked back over her shoulder at her friend and work mate.
“Are you gonna be okay? I mean, he’s one of the groomsman and he’ll probably get faced and try and sleep with you again,” Edie warned to which her friend only shrugged.
“There are worse things in the world than being humped by a horny hockey player.” Edie raised her eyebrow and Carly shrugged the milky white shoulders that rose above the off the shoulder crimson gown that was nearly a match to her own, but shorter, much shorter. “What? He serves a purpose, like that thing you have in your drawer for when JT’s on the road. I’m not having a relationship with him, are you kidding? I make him go home, every time, I swear,” she added, tossing her honey gold curls and looking pleased with herself.
“I swear, you can tell me if you are seeing him,” Edie coaxed but Carly just shook her head.
“Last chance buddy,” Pat, leaning around Jon’s younger brother David, hissed as Mendelssohn’s ‘Wedding March’ started, “all you have to do is say the word and we’re outta here.”
“You have to be joking,” Jon grinned at his friend. “You just think if I bail you’ll get a chance at Ede’s and I’m tellin’ you little buddy, it’s never gonna happen.” Pat shrugged.
“But think of all the girls that will be disappointed if you go through with this,” his younger brother added with a wide eyed serious expression on his face. Jon gave his younger sibling a playful shove.
“I thought you liked her,” Jon shook his head at his younger sibling.
“She’s great, she can gut a fish and bait a hook which just means she’s too good for you bro,” David said solemnly, as if he meant.
“I’ll tell Ede’s you said that,” Jon laughed.
“I wouldn’t if I were you,” David shot back and the two brothers laughed.
“She hasn’t given you our Christmas present yet has she? Mmm yeah, maybe I won’t tell her you said that,” he added with a grin as his brother tugged at the collar of his shirt as if it has just become too tight. Jon had tied the tie himself so he knew it wasn’t. That, and everything else, thanks to Edie, was just perfect today.
The church, already decked out for Christmas with candles and poinsettias was trimmed with fairy lights, silver garland and everywhere there was every size of silver bell and white dove that could be imagined. The aisle was a ribbon of white with silver and white sprayed tree boughs bending over it to create a magical passage, and at the end of it, his bride.
She looked like heaven. Of course he’d loved her from the moment they’d met but this was not the Jessica Rabbit red dress that had caught his eye across the room. Edie stood beside her father in a silvery, blue white gown that caught the light and made her look almost like a ghost; a sexy ghost. Her dark hair fell around her face like a picture frame and at her throat was the ruby heart he’d given her on Valentine’s Day.
Now he tugged at his collar, feeling the same heat rising from his skin and skimming through his veins that seemed to happen every time he saw her after he’d been away. It could be a day or a week but it was the same every time. His hands opened and closed anxiously wanting to touch her. His mouth got dry with the need to kiss her. And then of course there were other body parts….
“Wow she’s too hot for you Tayzer,” Kaner scoffed but when Jon glanced at his mop-haired teammate on the stair below him he realized that while Pat might have been talking about his soon to be wife, his blue eyed gaze was fixed on the slim blonde with the goldilocks curls and the bright red lips.
There were a lot of things that Jon liked about Christmas, not least of which was Tourtière, Sugar Pie and his mother’s butter tarts but ever since he’d caught Edie looking at pictures of wedding dresses he’d known the only thing he really wanted under the tree from Père Noël this year was her.
As she and her father come to a stop just below the stairs where he is waiting for her, her father stops and turns and leans in to press an affectionate kiss on his daughter’s forehead and then he stands there for a long moment, Edie’s cheek cradled in his hand, as if he is memorizing her face. Jon remembers doing something very like it on the first night they met but unlike that night at the masquerade charity ball he knew as he looked at her smiling up at her father, that he knew that face, every detail, by heart and he would never, ever forget it.
“You sure you want her son?” her father asked, giving his daughter’s cheek one last pat before turning back towards the dais.
“Yes sir,” Jon replied immediately. “No doubt about it.”
Her father handed her to him, and his heart hammered excitedly in his chest as if she were those first pair of skates he ever opened Christmas morning. She beamed at him as she mounted the stairs carefully but as he leaned towards her to whisper to her how beautiful she looked her voice stopped him.
Just a few weeks earlier
“Are you looking at wedding magazines?” he’d found it in the bathroom when he’d got home in the middle of the night from a western swing. Edie blinked sleepily, yawned and peered at the cover of the Bridal magazine he was holding up.
“Not mine. Pat’s new girlfriend Avery was over tonight to watch the game. It’s probably hers,” Edie replied and then buried her face in the pillow. “Now can I go back to sleep?” her voice was muffled by the pillow but he was almost sure that he’d heard a grin in her voice. She was lying which meant that his first thought on seeing the magazine was right. Edie was finally coming around to the idea of marrying him. Tugging off his tie, Jon undid the top two buttons of his shirt and pulled the entire ensemble over his head and tossed it aside.
“So does this mean you’re finally ready to say yes?” he asked, ignoring her plea of ignorance to the evidence presented as he sat on the side of the bed and tugged off his socks.
“To what? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she mumbled and he knew just by the upturn in her voice that she was pretending to be asleep now which meant that she’d planted the magazine and she’d wanted him to find it. Jon stepped out of his suit pants and kicked them aside and then dove under the covers and dragged her warm body under his.
“Just say it,” he growled as she squirmed and giggled beneath him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What do you want me to say? You’re my daddy?” she chuckled and grinned up at him, giving up the pretense of sleep. “Oooh Jon you’re so masterful,” she crooned and then squeaked when he drove his massive thigh between hers.
“That’s a start,” he snarled, nipping at earlobe, at the thin skin of her shoulder and then dragging his tongue down over her fragrant skin, he carefully avoided the hard nub of her nipple, just to make her squirm. “Now say you want to marry me,” he insisted, his dark eyes watching hers’ as she gazed down at him, desire heating her eyes until they sparkled in the dark like embers in a fire.
“That’s not very romantic. Aren’t you supposed to get down on one knee and….umph…ahhhh!” her voice trailed away and then her back bowed as he tugged her nipple between his teeth until she cried out and her nails dug into his back.
“I did that on the top of the Stratosphere, and then again, very carefully in a boat out on the lake and then there was that night out by the fire pit,” he reminded her, sliding his hand down between her thighs and stroking her most sensitive of parts until her eyes fluttered shut. “I’ve asked,” he whispered hoarsely into the shell of her ear, “and you’ve put me off. Now say yes Eden. Say you want to marry me.” His cock was throbbing with the need to be inside of her and his balls were aching with the warning that once he was he wouldn’t last long but neither of those two things were what he cared about at this moment. As much as he wanted to make love to her, which he always did, what he wanted most in that moment was for her to finally admit that she was never, ever going to want anyone else to do that to her, ever again. “Say it Edes, god damn it, just say you’ll marry me.”
“We finally did it,” he whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck, making her shudder.
“You mean you finally got your way don’t you?” she smirked, wincing as he dragged his teeth along her bare shoulder.
“Now that you’re my wife I think that you should be a little more respectful Mrs. Toews,” he told her, giving her ass a firm swat. She didn’t so much as yelp and just grinned at his reflection in the mirror.
“I think you’re about to be very disappointed if that’s what you asked Santa for,” she demurred, biting down on her bottom lip as his dark gaze held hers as he slowly dragged the zipper of her dress down , his knuckles grazing her spine the entire way.
“Oh I’m not at all disappointed,” he replied, his voice deep and husky as his gaze held hers for a long, heated moment before he reached around to peel her hand from the bodice and the dress slipped down into a shimmering pool at her feet. “No, I’m not disappointed in my Christmas gift at all,” he repeated as his warm hands cupped her breasts and his lips trailed liquid fire up her neck.
Edie reached for one of his hands, with its long fingers, and led it down to a spot on her hip that what still slightly red and irritated looking. She sucked in a ragged breath through her teeth as his fingertips read her skin like brail and his teeth closed on her earlobe.
“Property of JT, permanently etched in my skin,” she reminded him as she watched his fingers trace the crossed hockey sticks tattooed beneath the lettering that was purposefully reminiscent of the t-shirts the players wore that say ‘property of the Chicago Blackhawks. His gaze met hers’ and a slow, contented grin tugged at his cupid’s bow lips.
“Best Christmas gift, ever,” he whispered back and then slowly, very slowly, kissed his way down her back until he was on his knees pressing a very gentle kiss to the still tender and raw skin. “Maybe next Christmas,” he added, rolling those dark orbs up at her right before he slid his hands up her thighs and parted her nether lips, “you can give me another gift, maybe a boy?” he asked with a grin and then slid his tongue between her folds and she had to dig her fingers into his hair as he hummed the First Noel against her clit.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
“I’m not going out there with them.”
“I don’t know what you’re so worried about,” he grinned in that confident way that usually she found charming but now she just found mildly irritating. “I love you. They’ll love you. Easy,” he continued to grin, but now he reached for the belt of her robe and started to tug. Making a face, she batted his hand away and pulled her sash tighter.
“They won’t,” she could already tell that his parents still pictured him as their little boy and were shocked to see that their little boy was having an adult, live in relationship. “No, they definitely won’t,” she repeated, crossing her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the door. “I can’t believe that they just showed up,” she hissed, kicking the expensive heels off and pushing them aside. “I wanted to be the picture of a domestic goddess when they got here…not some kind of puck fuck,” she added with a grimace.
“Momma’s little boy would never, ever bring home a puck bunny for Christmas,” Jon purred, reaching out to brush her hair back behind her ear and then, with a salacious growl, leaned in and pressed his lips to the curve of her neck. With a roll of her eyes and clenching her teeth, she put both hands against his chest and shoved, hard. Unfortunately he was tall and strong and despite her best efforts she couldn’t move him a single inch.
“That is exactly what I’m afraid of. You do realize that your mother thinks I’m a tramp, right?” Without missing a beat, Jon grabbed a hold of her arms and pinned both of them up over her head.
“My tramp,” he whispered in her ear, keeping her wrists pinned over her head in one hand while his other hand slid up her inner thigh. “My sexy, dirty little whore.” Edie closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip as he slid his hand into her panties and then his long, thick fingers into her. She stood on tip toe and gasped as he slid two fingers up inside of her.
“Your parents are right there,” she reminded him through clenched teeth but she pressed down against his hand, sending a mixed signals.
“You can be quiet can’t you?” he whispered back, his breath moist and warm on her neck. Edie closed her eyes and shuddered. Why was it so hard to say no to him?
“And what do you think they’ll think we’re doing?” she managed to ask before biting her lip again to stifle a whimper as he drew his fingers up to her clit and began tracing small, slow circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“My mom, probably having a nap while she makes my pre-game meal. My dad on the other hand,” he continued with a deep, throaty chuckle, “probably knows better.” Edie bit back a groan as Jon pressed the hard length of his erection against her hip. “You look so good baby…good enough to eat.” She heard the sound of his zipper lowering and knew that she should say no, that at the very least she should make an attempt to talk him out of this, but as soon as he let go of her wrists and instead, slid his hands up the back of her thighs and lifted her off the floor, she knew she wouldn’t…couldn’t resist.
“You are soooo not the good boy they think you are,” she whispered against his mouth as he helped her wrap her legs around his waist.
“Is he asleep?” Edie slid the backing onto her plain silver hoop earrings as she nodded. She’d chosen the simple no nonsense accessories instead of the emerald ones Jon had brought her back from the Hawks’ New York road trip in an effort not give his parents any ammunition. It was also the reason she’d chosen the high waist black wide leg pants and simple soft black sweater. She wasn’t a gold digger, but they didn’t know that; at least not yet. “He’s always been good at falling asleep anywhere any time, le bénisse.” Edie tried her best to hide the smile that immediately tugged at the corners of her mouth when she heard his mother speak softly in French, the same language that her son had just used to utter numerous dirty, sexy things in her ear while he’d fucked her until they’d both slid, boneless to the floor.
“I wondered about that,” Edie stuck a spoon in the thick looking sauce that was bubbling on the stove and then blew across it. “He does fall asleep fast.” She paused with the spoon almost at her lips, wincing as she wondered if she was rubbing in the fact that she was sleeping with their son. She glanced up at his mother’s face and Andree’s lips were visibly pursed. “Sorry,” she whispered and then stuck the spoon in her mouth as she made a beeline for the kitchen table.
“You think I’m being overprotective,” Andree said defensively and Edie winced as she pulled the chair out on the opposite side of the table from where Jon’s father was reading the local Chicago rag.
“He’s your son, I think I’d be worried if you weren’t,” she replied calmly while she nervously held onto the edge of the chair. Bryan looked up from the newspaper and gave her a warm smile but then returned to reading without saying another word.
“He’s not…qui est le mot? Worldy like young mister Kane.” Andree made a face as she said Pat’s name like it was something that tasted sour. Edie didn’t exactly blame her, except that now that she’d been forced to spend some time with him, she had to admit he wasn’t quite as bad as she’d thought. Still, she knew what Jon’s mother was driving at, but that she had her editing the first two answers that came to mind.
“I know what you mean, but if you’re trying to say that I’m trying to take advantage of him in any way….”
“You’re not, are you Andree?” He didn’t even look up from the paper when he said it and it had the tone of a man who had gotten used to corralling his wife. Edie smiled over at him and Bryan looked up, just for a minute and winked. When she glanced back towards Jonathan’s mother, however, Edie’s momentary feeling of wellbeing quickly evaporated.
“You’re wearing that…ring.” Edie looked down at her hand, at the big rock on her hand. It was a little ostentatious, but she’d gotten used to it. “You said you told him no, but you’re wearing that.” Nodding, Edie took a deep breath and reminded herself that this woman had no reason to trust her or take her word for the fact that she really wasn’t a gold digging pucky bunny whore.
“Jon wanted to get married, in Vegas, about a month ago,” she explained in a calm voice and didn’t look up until she heard the gasp. Only then did she meet his mother’s furious gaze. “I know and that’s part of why I said no, to that. Not to him. Not to being with him. I love your son. I tried not to, just so you know, I really tried not to feel anything for him. The thing is, you’ve raised such a sweet, kind, considerate and loving man that it’s hard not to. Impossible in my case, and I’m definitely not a Hawks fan” she added with a shrug and a sigh. “So I know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but I’ve moved my whole life here to be with Jon and I’m pretty determined to make this work but I expect we’ll be seeing enough of each other over the next few months that you’ll find that out for yourself.” Edie took another deep breath and then reached for the bottle of Pinot Noir that had been opened and left to breathe in the middle of the table, pouring a healthy dose of it into a glass for herself.
“Andree,” Bryan’s voice cut into the silence that had filled the room after her speech and Edie stopped, mid sip and stared over the rim of the glass at him. “Do you think we raised our son to make a foolish choice? Or do you think we raised him to make good, sound decisions?” Holding her breath, and still holding the glass up to her lips, Edie turned to look over at Andree who was now staring into the still bubbling pot.
“Les bons choix,” Jon’s mother replied through clenched teeth as Edie took a large gulp of the rich, red liquid.
“You’ll be fine,” he whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her. “You’ve got all the other WAGs to defend you if my mom starts picking on you again,” Jon added and Edie didn’t need to see his face to know that he was fighting not to crack up right now. She was wishing she hadn’t told him that his father had intervened in their bitch session. Far from being sympathetic, Jon thought it was funny. Digging her nails into his ribs through his dress shirt, she felt his sharp intake of breath and grinned.
“I’ll make you pay later,” she promised and heard his deep, breathy chuckle in response.
“Promises, promises,” he laughed as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.
“I’ll remember this Tayzer,” she threatened, digging her nails in harder until she heard his sharp intake of breath. “I know all your ticklish spots,” she added, drawing her nails very slowly upwards and though his suit jacket didn’t allow her to get to the exact spot that she knew would immediately have him squirming and giggling like a six year old girl, he still jumped and gasped. “And I know just what to do to torture you,” she added, sliding her hands around to his back and down until she was groping his ass.
“Yeah, but once I’m done I can still torture you until you cum and cum and….”
“Get a roooooooom!” Kane yelled from across the parking lot and Jon laughed as she jumped like she’d been caught with her finger in the icing.
“I should head over to the Preds dressing room and see if anyone wants a hun spot to send him head first into the boards,” she grumbled as Jon took a step back from her, straightening his tie.
“I doubt you’d have to offer them more than a nickel,” he laughed, “but if you want to offer them a hun not to put me into the boards, I wouldn’t say no.”
“I haven’t decided if I want to take you off you hit list or not,” she replied, baring her teeth at him which only made him laugh.
“If I’m injured, the only one that suffers is you,” he reminded her, reaching to grab her and pull her back towards him but she only danced out of his reach.
“Your mommy’s here to look after you now. I’ll just poke whatever hurts,” she threatened, holding her hands out like claws, nails towards him.
“Not if you want to keep impressing my mother you won’t,” he grinned a challenge back at her and Edie promptly threw up her arms.
“Not fair,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“Oh c’mon, when I got up for dinner you guys all seemed to be doing great,” he added, his tone more sweet as he put his arms around her and hugged her to him. Was there a more comforting feeling in the entire world? She didn’t think so.
“If by getting along you mean sitting around in dead silence while your father watches his boy on the news and your mother does the white glove treatment around the apartment,” she sighed, shutting her eyes and concentrating on the rise and fall of his chest and the warmth of his body pressed close to hers’. What she’d wanted to do when he woke up from his nap was drag him back to bed and have him fuck her until she screamed so loud she chased his mother away.
“Babe, I have a cleaner,” he reminded her in a tone that she could tell meant he was doing his best not to laugh at her but it was clearly a difficult task.
“Well do me a favor,” she looked up into his dark eyes and batted her eyelashes, “don’t tell her, ‘kay?”
“Ummm sweetheart, she hired my cleaner,” he shrugged his massive shoulders and the corners of his lips twitched. Oh yeah, it was costing him a grand effort not to laugh at her.
“Jeeezus! You are a momma’s boy aren’t you?” she battered his chest with her fists but he didn’t let go of her.
“Well she didn’t want me hiring my maid for the same reasons the Pats hired theirs,” he tried to explain as she twisted out of his arms and crossed her own in front of her, pouting. He held his hands out in front of his chest at an impossible distance.
“Even Barbi’s jugs aren’t that big,” she mumbled, but didn’t recoil when he put his arms around her again, but neither did she melt against him.
“You’re doing fine, I can tell,” he promised her, his voice muffled by her hair. “And even if she still hates you after this weekend, you’ll have other chances to win her over.”
“You!” Edie pinched what little skin she could pluck off his bones, it being mid season and he being in the shape of his life.
“Seriously? Injuring me before I even get on the ice? C’mon babe,” he clutched at his sides and did his best to look honestly hurt but the laughter he was holding in made his chocolate brown eyes dance.
“Are you coming to play tonight Toews?” Coach Quinneville smiled from beneath his mustache at the two of them and though he didn’t seem to mind having one of his two stars loved up, Edie always shrank a little under his shrewd gaze. He looked like he should be a cop and a bad ass forty-five carrying mother fucker of a copy at that.
“I don’t know if I can Coach,” Jon continued to feign injury, “I’m injured,” he added, still holding his side.
“Well, better strap some blades to the bottom of those stilettos then Eden or we’ll be a man short. I’m pretty sure your boyfriend’s jock will fit you,” he added with a wink and then continued into the rink.
“Ouch,” Edie grinned at Jonathan who was now staring after his Coach as if he’d been speared through the heart by his best friend. “C’mere you,” she purred, and pulled on the lapels of his suit jacket. Jon’s eyes suddenly got soft as he turned back to look down at her. “Play good, or I might forget where I put your Christmas present.” She offered him her lips and he took them, softly, moving his mouth gently over hers until the mood threatened to shift to something that would make him even later.
“Right after, you guys all come down and we’ll go home together, okay?” Edie nodded and then, as if he didn’t want to go, he cupped her face in his big hands and smiled down at her. “Love you,” he whispered.
“Love you too,” she whispered back and then he smiled, that crooked, happy boyish smile of his that had, from the first, made her heart skip a beat. “Go,” she said softly and his smile changed to the boy going off to the icy pond with his skates and stick in his hand. As he turned to go she wound up and gave his ass a hard smack.
“Hey!” he cried, turning to look at her.
“For luck,” she told him and blew him a kiss, which he caught, mid air and pressed against his heart before turning and heading into the arena.
(okay, I know some of you are going to be upset by this but this feels like...)
Fin / End
Thursday, March 3, 2011
I was actually pretty sure I was going to leave this story as it had ended in the last chapter and maybe pick it up again sometime in the future of Edie and Jon's relationship in a new story, but then, after seeing JT in the post game interview after the Hawk's win last night...well...I had this dream and...well you decide
It was unusual to get a long home stand before Christmas. Jon couldn’t really remember the last time he hadn’t been flying home Christmas Eve or flying his parents into somewhere. In fact he couldn’t remember the last time they’d had so many home games in December. It must be some kind of secondary prize for winning The Cup, he thought to himself as he snuggled closer to the warm body next to him.
He’d never, ever decorated his place for Christmas either. He never had the time. He wasn’t as bad as some of his teammates at least he did make time to shop for Christmas presents. In fact, he was usually done by now, with nothing but the wrapping left to do. This year he had one more present to get.
“I have to go to practice soon,” he whispered, sliding his hand down into the valley of her waist and up onto her hip. She made a sleepy sort of mewing sound and pressed her ass back against him. Smiling to himself, Jon pressed his lips to the curve of her neck and was rewarded with contented sounding sigh. “What does the lady of leisure have planned for today?” She grunted her displeasure at being teased but didn’t argue the point. It wasn’t her fault that the position promised her at Judge and Dolph wasn’t available until the New Year but that didn’t stop him from teasing her about all of her spare time.
“I have things to do,” she grumbled into the pillow as she rolled over and pulled her knees up beneath her giving him better and easier access to her soft, warm centre. Jon slid his hand over the curve of her ass and then slid his fingers along her velvety folds.
“So what are you doing today?” he asks, pressing his fingers up against her clit while he pressed his lips to a spot between her shoulders that sent a fine trembling through her entire body.
“I have to get groceries,” she gasped, a little breathless as she dug her fingers into the pillow.
“We can order dinner you know,” he whispered into her ear. “You don’t have to cook a big meal to impress my mother,” he added, brushing her hair aside so that he could kiss the nape of her neck.
“I want to,” she whispered, her body leaning heavily against his as she turned to look towards him. “I want her to like me.” Jon pressed his lips to her shoulder as he met her worried gaze.
“What’s not to like?” She smiled at him and then let her head drop down, her hair falling over her face as she let out a long, low groan as he slid two fingers inside of her and bent them up to press them against that spot that made her tip her head back and cry out. A month of waking up next to her nearly every morning and he wasn’t tired of this yet.
“Please,” she whimpered, turning to look at him over her shoulder, her big cat green eyes pleading.
“Please what babe?” he grinned back at her, holding her gaze while he kissed his way down the length of her spine, each caress causing her to shiver beneath him. She groaned and closed her eyes again, letting all of that dark espresso coloured hair fall in front of her face. Reaching forward, he gathered a handful of it, gently moving it away from her face. “What do you want Eden?” She opened those amazing cat like eyes of hers’ and glared. Jon grinned back at her, waiting. She hated begging. He kind of liked it.
“Just give it to me,” she demanded, her full, ripe bottom lip jutting out defiantly and her jade green eyes narrowed threateningly. Feeling playful, Jon opened his eyes wide and stared blankly back at her.
“Give you what? What do you want?” Sliding his hand free, he brought it down on her ass cheek hard enough to make a good sound but not, he hoped, hard enough to hurt. Edie hissed like a snake but didn’t wince. Instead, a mischievous but not at all innocent smile grew on her face as she wiggled her ass at him.
“Do that again…I dare you.” The palm of his hand still tingled where it hand come in contact with her bare flesh as he raised it again only this time as he brought his hand down, she squealed and scooted off the side of the bed, landing on her feet and ran out of the room. Laughing, Jon jumped off of the bed and ran after her.
“Get back here you tease!” he called after her, stopping to listen for the sounds of her foot falls.
“Don’t you have practice to go to?” she called, peeking around the corner from the kitchen.
“Not yet,” he called back, running for the kitchen and skidding around the corner in time for her to disappear into the living room. “Get back here woman!”
“Or you’ll do what?” she yelled back, appearing, for an instant before he could hear her running down the hall followed by the sound of the bathroom door slamming. Jon shook his head and headed down the hall. He tugged on the door. It was locked.
“Edie…Edie open the door,” he sighed, looking down at the handle expectantly. When it didn’t turn he sighed, shook his head again and banged on the door. “What the hell Edes?”
“Just a minute,” she called back and Jon shook his head again.
“Edes, I don’t really have that much time. What are you doing?” Leaning against the door, he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
“Getting this.” She reappeared with what looked like a painter’s box. “I bought new sheets, I thought we’d use these before I wash those and put them in the cupboard.” Jon looked down at the box as she opened it and then back up at her. Edie grinned. “It’s edible chocolate paint. You game?”
“Is that you babe?” Edie tossed that last new throw pillow on the bed and then reached down to loosen her robe. She hadn’t planned on buying him anymore gifts when she was out but she’d walked past a fancy Parisian lingerie store three times while she’d been in the mall and every time the red and white striped satin bustier that looked like a candy cane kept calling out to her. She’d bought the matching ruffled panties and green and red striped thigh highs with red bows on the top. There was no point in saving them for Christmas Eve, considering his parents would be here by then and for some reason Jon didn’t think they should stay at a hotel.
“There’s lots of room,” he’d told her with this puzzled look on his face, like she’d suggested something entirely off the wall.
“I’d never ask my parents to stay here,” Edie grumbled to herself as she took one last look at the bed with its brand new gold, taupe and black Chelsea Frank bedding set, complete with silk and velvet cushions and throws. It was still masculine and dark to go with the rest of his boring brown furniture, but now there was some texture and prints that said a woman lived there. “Babe did you get my text? Did you bring home some wine?” she called as she slipped into the pair of black patent leather Louboutin platform heels that Jon had bought her for Christmas but hadn’t been able to keep himself from asking her to wear them immediately…in bed.
Edie chuckled to herself at the memory of him running his fingers over the long slim heel and then up the back of her calf. She gave a little shiver as she looked down at her legs. They looked two miles long.
“Jonny?” she called and then rolled her eyes. He was probably still wearing his iPod, lighting candles and opening the wine. She strode out of the bedroom and down the hallway and, as she turned the corner into the kitchen, she decided to undo her red satin robe and let it hang loose to let him get the full effect. “Merry Christmas baby,” she purred and then stopped dead in her tracks.
She didn’t have to ask who they were. What other middle aged couple would be prowling around in the semi dark that obviously had keys and didn’t feel the need to knock.
“You must be Andree,” Edie pulled her robe closed as she felt her face burn. The woman stared back at her and didn’t reach out to take the hand that Edie offered.
Jon whistled to himself as he pulled his keys out of his pockets, sliding the bottle of champagne under his arm and the bouquet of roses under the other. One more game and he was a free man for a few, precious days. Plus, this was going to be his first Christmas with Eden, and his parents, which was why he’d brought the roses and the Champagne and not just the bottle of red that she’d asked him to bring home. She was stressed about his parents coming and tonight he wanted to persuade her that everything was going to be okay, that his parents were going to love her because he did.
Pushing the door open, he pocketed his keys and kicked the door closed behind him while he rearranged his bundles in his hands.
“Honey I’m home,” he called as he toed off his shoes and then went back to humming to himself. As a professional hockey player, it wasn’t strictly forbidden to spend his ‘nap time’ having sex, but it was something that was not only frowned upon but also openly discouraged. It was something he knew that Kaner did, if not on a fairly regular basis than at least often enough that it should have affected his game. Jon didn’t think it had, or not enough to discourage him from spending the next couple of hours in bed with Edie doing that Spanish Butterfly thing that Brooksy had been talking about during practice.
He was still thinking about that when he rounded the corner and headed into the living room to find that Eden was not alone and she was definitely not in the mood to get it on.
“Maman, papa…vous n’étiez pas censé être ici jusqu’à demain,” he mumbled, sending Edie an apologetic look which she ignored in a very obvious way. She was wearing those expensive sexy shoes that he’d bought her, some striped stockings and a red robe. He was trying not to imagine what was, or was not underneath, or what he was going to be missing out on.
“Allez-vous nous présenter la jeune fille?” his mother asked, her gaze locked on Edie who was studying the toes of her shoes and, by the look of it, grinding her teeth. “Et maintenant s’il vous plaît me dire que l’anneau n’est pas de vous.”
“Maman, papa, this is Edie…Eden…my fiancée.” This was going to suck. There was no way around it. Edie was clearly pissed, and she had a right to be. He’d meant to tell them but he’d just wanted to do it face to face. He’d wanted to do it when he picked them up at the airport tomorrow but it was obviously too late for that. His mother….
“Mon fils, nous n’avons jamais recontre cette fille,” his mother glanced at Edie who shot him a dark, threatening look. Yeah, this was going to suck, big time.
“I know…and I meant to tell you,” he began, feeling like he was five again, caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Or worse, when he was eleven, caught red handed with his dad’s Playboys. “Je viens d’être tellement absorbé par tout, I guess I just didn’t think….” Jon bit back the rest of his words before they helped him to dig the hole he was already in even deeper. Both his mother and Edie looked up at him with the same ‘I dare you to say it’ expression on their faces. “And we’re not engaged…not properly anyway,” he continued, trying his best to fill in the hole, even if it meant pulling the dirt in on top of him. “She said no, for now,” he added, sending another hopeful glance towards Edie who rolled her eyes at him.
“You said no to my son?” His mother raised her eyebrows and it was all Jon could do not to laugh. One minute his mom was pissed because Edie might have said yes and now the mother bear was insulted that she’d said no.
“I did,” Edie replied affording him a sideways glance that was almost forgiving. “I thought he was moving a little fast. I wanted to meet you…both of you, first. Get to know, let you get to know me, know that you can trust me. This,” she added, smoothing the red satin robe over her knees as best she could in an attempt to preserve some modesty, “was not really the way I wanted this meeting to go.” As Jon watched his mother consider Edie’s words while Edie chewed anxiously on her bottom lip, he couldn’t help but recall with a smile Edie saying that her first meeting with his mother would be an awkward one. He wondered if her lighthearted words were haunting her now.
“And you’re…living here…with Jon?” He took that as his cue to cross the floor, handing his mother the roses as if he’d always meant them to be hers’ and handed the bottle of Cristale to Edie before leaning in and kissing her cheek. She was looking like she wanted something to hold onto.
“She is mom and she has a job…or will after Christmas,” he added, because he didn’t lie to his parents. That hadn’t been the way he was raised. He sat on the edge of the chair that Edie was sitting in as if she was sitting in front of a firing squad and put his arm around her shoulders. “But I’m just doing what you told me to do, both of you,” he added, looking to his Dad who so far had kept his own counsel. His father returned his son’s confident smile with a slight nod. “I’m following my heart. This is right and after you’ve been here for a couple of days, you’ll know it too.”