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.”