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.

“Isssss early.” 

“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.” 

“I’ll be the one waiting for you at the altar,” he agreed. “Love you sweetheart.” 


“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. 

“Are you kidding? Me, get serious? When there’s Nicky Hjalmarsson, Lepisto and Seabrook to play with too?” It was Edie’s turn to roll her eyes and she shook her head and laughed. “I’m not saying you didn’t get the pick of the litter Ede’s but let’s put it this way, I’m not heartbroken about moving to the Windy City.” 


“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. 

“Sucker,” she whispered with a twinkle in her eye and a sly grin on her face. Jon shook his head and laughed. It was always like this with Edie. 


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.” 

“Yessss,” she hissed, baring her teeth at him in a feral grin as she pulled his lips down over his. “Oh yesss I will,” she repeated as he slid himself into her velvet soft folds and felt her arms wrap around his back. 


“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.