"You
gonna pick me up after practice. Some of the guys are gonna go to Blackie's
after," Pat grinned enthusiastically as if the thought of a big greasy burger
was the only thing he had to look forward to as he bent to press a kiss to my
cheek.
"No, I
have an interview, remember? I told you." I knew he hadn't thought that I was
serious. His only reaction when I had told him about it was to ask if I needed
money and then he'd just gone on with what he was doing as if I hadn't said a
thing. Now he stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror as if I'd just
said something in Swahili.
"But none
of the WAGs have jobs," he cried, eyes wide as if my mere suggestion of holding
down a job was tantamount to my taking out a sign on the side of the `L'
wearing a Canucks jersey. I rolled my eyes at him and went back to carefully
applying eyeliner.
"That was
part of the deal, remember?" I prompted, carefully drawing a dark brown line on
my upper lid and then reaching for an angle brush to smudge it. Pat ran a hand
through his golden curls which were getting longer than they had been during
the summer and looked actually upset that I wanted to go out and make an honest
living. I rolled my eyes at his reflection and tried to concentrate on my other
eye.
"But none of the WAGs work," he reiterated,
this time a whine in his tone that reminded me that he was the only boy in a
house full of girls where, if bad behaviour didn't get his mother's attention,
whining might. Well it might work with his mom, I thought as I reached for a
tube of tinted lip gloss, but it definitely won't with me.
"And
that's their prerogative. I am going to though," I told him in what I hoped was
a no-nonsense tone that would make it clear that this wasn't up for debate.
"You get
that I have lots of money right?" he asked, desperation leaking into his voice.
I raised one eyebrow at him in the mirror and smirked. "It's just...it's stupid for you to work when
you can be...be...," he threw up his hands and I wondered if he didn't know the
word or if he was afraid to say it out loud.
"You want
me to be available whenever you want? Just snap your fingers and I come
running?" A wide tooth filled grin replaced the worried frown he'd just been
wearing and for a brief and shining moment he thought he'd won, until he caught
on to the fact that I was being sarcastic.
"Well I
didn't mean it like that!" he
insisted and shoved his hands down into the pockets of his jeans and went back
to looking sullen. I smiled as I closed my make-up case and stowed it under the
sink.
"You did
and that's okay," I said quietly as I wrapped my arms around his middle and
leaned my head on his shoulder. "It's kind of sweet in a suffocating kind of
way," I added doing my best to keep any amusement out of my voice. It was hard
for me to believe that his ego, or any of the players on his team for that
matter, could possibly be affected by having their significant other take a
simple front office job.
"I just
don't get it. You don't have to...," he began and I cut him off with look that
made him sigh and shrug his shoulders.
"I want to. This isn't about you Pat. It's
the way I was raised. I just don't feel comfortable doing the whole parasite
thing." I could see that he didn't quite know what I was trying to tell him,
only that he knew he'd lost the argument.
"The guys
are gonna ride me about this," he pouted, hanging his head so that his now more
abundant curls fell into his forehead and nearly hid his blue eyes.
"Well you
could tell them that at least I'm earning my way, not looking for a handout," I
replied petulantly and then winced, thinking better of it. Most of the WAGs had
children to take care of, and besides, I liked them. "Or...you could just tell
them to fuck off."
"I think
that would work better," he agreed and then slowly wrapped his arms around me,
tilted his head backwards and surveyed me like I was a prize filly. "You look
extra...pretty," he said, his lips turning up at one corner.
"Is that
all? I was going for professional but modern, feminine but hard working." He
looked thoughtful for a moment and then shrugged.
"You look
pretty to me. I'd hire you," he smirked. I rolled my eyes.
"And I
bet I can guess just what for too," I chuckled. His smirk grew into what only
could be described as a lasciviously feral grin.
"Do you
have time before your interview to uh...practice?" he asked, reaching up and
dragging the elastic out of my hair and then running his fingers through it so
that it fell softly around my shoulders.
"Practice
huh?" I raised an eyebrow. He smiled, shrugged and then leaned in to capture my
mouth with his, softly.
"They keep telling me practice
makes everyone better," he whispered. "But no one will tell me how I can
improve on perfection." I threw my head back and laughed.
To see
her sitting behind a desk in the office wearing prim, conservative office
attire made me want to grab her by the pony tail that swung enticingly behind
her head and force her up against the nearest wall just so that I could see if
the blouse she was wearing felt as soft and as silky as her skin. She glanced
sideways at me as she brought the file that Stan had buzzed for and her warm
smile faded but only at the edges.
She had to
bend at the waist to hand the file across the long, wide mahogany desk and I
can't help but take a long look at the way he tight slate gray pencil skirt
she's wearing hugs the curve of her ass. She caught me looking and narrowed her
eyes. I smiled. She frowned.
"Always
at the top of the class as far as the fitness tests go," Stan noted, opening
the folder and scanning the contents. I felt like flexing for her but settled
on rolling my shoulders and watching her try not to watch.
"How'd
Pat do?" I asked with my gaze still on her and she shot me a dark look. She
said I had to play but she didn't say I had to play fair.
"Well
that's why I called you in...umm thank you Beth," he said quietly as he
dismissed her. She dropped her gaze and turned to head out the door but I could
see that her lips were still pressed in a decidedly unhappy line.
Stan's
gaze had returned to the pages in front of him so I indulged my new favourite
pass time and watched her walk towards me, noting the way her blouse moved like
liquid metal against her skin. As she came parallel to my chair I let my hand
casually drop from the arm of the chair and reached out to brush my fingers up
over her ankle. I didn't think it was my imagination, I was sure I heard her
gasp.
I didn't
stop there either. I slowly ran the back of my hand up her calf to the back of
her knee where the fabric of her skirt pulled tight. Glancing up I found myself
staring into two flashing orbs of green fire. Her red lips opened and formed
the word `stop'. I smiled up at her and trailed my fingers very slowly back
down her calf.
"Beth...is
there something else?" Stan queried without raising his eyes from the folder in
front of him like he had eyes in the top of his head or something.
"No, sir,
nothing at all," she replied
brusquely and left the room like she was hot footing it on burning coals. I
watched her until the door closed behind her, smirking to myself. If she wanted
games, I could play all kinds of
games.
"About
Pat," Stan said slowly, bringing my attention back to him. I waited until he
looked up from the folder and gave him my most receptive smile. "Joel and I, as
I think you know, have been talking about some line juggling." I nodded. The
subject had come up. "We just wanted your input. Who you think he'd be best
paired with?"
The
question took me by surprise. This kind of thing still did. I had to pinch
myself to remind myself that I was actually the Captain of this team but more
than that it just made no sense that my opinion mattered to men twice my age with
more experience and more knowledge than I had yet to learn. It was flattering,
but it made me anxious about saying something stupid. Plus there was the fact
that, just selfishly, I wanted to play with Viktor and Hoss.
"I think
Bolland and Hayes would give him room to move," I suggested. Putting Kaner on
the third or fourth line would give the boys in the media something besides me
to talk about. Stan tapped his pen on the paperwork in front of him and looked
thoughtful.
"How do
you think he's doing?" he asked without looking up at me. I swallowed my first
reply which would have been to ask when the fuck did I become Kaner's keeper
and instead I shrugged.
"He seems
good, in shape, more focused than usual." Any more positive and Stan would
think I was blowing smoke up his ass which I just about was.
"Good,
well...I think he took us all by surprise with Beth." Stan raised his gaze
slowly and then levelled it at me. Had he seen the looks shared between us?
Despite the fact that most of the guys, myself included, thought Stan had
cameras everywhere and eyes in the back of his head, I felt pretty confident
that he hadn't.
"She
seems like a stabilizing influence," I agreed noncommittally. Stan nodded, once
and then closed he folder in front of him.
"I guess
that's all for now. Thank you for your time Jonathan." I nodded, ignoring that
he'd used my full name, which almost no one ever did anymore except Coach Q
when he was pissed and of course my mother when I'm in trouble.
"No
trouble," I smiled and got up and turned to leave already thinking about her
sitting just on the other side of that door at one of those desks. I wondered
if she'd look up when I walked through the door or if she'd pretend she didn't
hear the door opening.
"And
Jon...." I rolled my eyes. I should have known, it was too easy. "I turned and
smiled patiently at Stan who was writing something in a leather bound date book
on his desk. "Let's have a better season hmmm?"
"That's
my goal," I replied politically instead of the first response that leapt to the
tip of my tongue which was `we fuckin' better'. I personally couldn't stand
another disappointing season like the last one.
Speaking
of which....
"Don't ever do that again." She wasn't really
filing. She was loitering near the filing cabinet waiting for me to come out of
Stan's office. She hissed like a cat, narrowed her eyes at me and then spun on
her heel and sashayed across the office, swinging her hips like a pendulum on a
grandfather clock.
I waited
for her to slide behind her desk, to sit and stare at her computer screen as if
she couldn't see me and then I walked just past her, just far enough to let her
think I was leaving and only then did I stop and turn back. I reached out and
brushed my fingertips down the curve of her neck and then leaned in to whisper
in her ear.
"You can
pretend you don't want me to touch you but we both know it's a lie." I felt her
bristle but I heard her sharp intake of breath too.
"Stop,"
she hissed but she didn't try to brush my hand away, didn't duck away from my
touch.
"Don't
you mean...more?" I whispered,
running my thumb up the back of her neck. I watched the goose bumps race across
her skin and I wanted to chase them with my mouth.
I didn't wait for her to answer.
I turned and left, whistling while I walked out of the office.
"Do you
want to watch something else?" I hit pause on the remote and waited to hear if
she'd even heard me. Beth stared into space, unblinking. I didn't think she'd been
watching the movie for some time now and the only reason I was watching it was
because she'd chosen it. "Betts...something wrong?" I gave her knee a squeeze.
She blinked and turned to smile at me.
"Mmm?"
"This
Doctor Winter Russian movie thing...you're not even watching it," I pointed
out. She frowned and then heaved a sigh and rubbed her eyes. "It's making me
cold," I added to make her smile again. She smirked and dug her toes further
beneath my thigh.
"It's
called Doctor Zhivago and you're lucky I'm not making you watch the original.
At least you get to watch Keira Knightly," she pointed out. I shrugged.
"She
needs to eat a cookie. You're prettier." She rolled her eyes at me but the look
in her eyes changed, all the amusement leaking slowly from her eyes.
"What happened
to that cocky boy that came into the bar that night?" she asked quietly.
"Whaddaya
mean?" I asked, watching her looking at me as if I'd done something funny.
"I don't
know," she said softly, sliding her feet out from under me, getting to her
knees and then crawling across the couch towards me. "I just never imagined
there was such a...a big softy underneath." She climbed into my lap and as I
sat there, watching her, she cupped my cheeks in her hands and ran her thumbs
along them.
"You care
about me, don't you?" she asked quietly, a look of surprised wonder on her
face.
"Yeah," I
replied, frowning. She smiled then and leaned in and kissed me gently. When she
tried to pull back I wrapped my arms around her and deepened the kiss. I heard
the remote fall to the floor as I eased myself down into the cushions and
pulled her down with me.
"Do you
want me?" she whispered against my lips. I raised my hips and pressed my hard
on against her to prove how much. She smiled down at me, raised herself up on
her knees again and, as I watched, she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She
had nice tits. I filled my hands with them and she leaned into my hand, covering
my hands with her own as she closed her eyes. I squeezed them and rolled her
nipples between my fingers and watched them grow.
Reaching
back she pulled her hair out of her pony tail and shook it loose so that it
fell softly around her shoulders, like flames licking snow white hills. I ran
my hands down her rib cage and onto her hips and pressed myself up against her
again. She smiled down at me as I eased her pyjama bottoms over her hips and
then slid my hand inside.
She made
a humming sound as I slid my fingers down into the valley of her pussy. She
licked her lips as I strummed her clit with my thumb. As I slid my fingers
further along her cleft and eased them up into her she lifted her tits up and
together, and as I watched she tugged at her own nipples and then gasped.
"Yess,"
she hissed and threw her head back. I plunged my fingers up inside of her, in
and out, in and out as she rocked against my hand. "Harder," she whispered and
I did as she asked, driving my fingers as deeply into her pussy as I could,
fast and hard. She squeezed one nipple between the thumb and forefinger of her
right hand and reached down and pressed her other fingers against her clit. "Fasssster,"
she whispered breathlessly and I did, shoving three fingers up into her now.
"I want
to fuck you." She shook her head, her mouth pressed closed.
"Not yet,"
she gasped, licking her lips and tilting her head back. I looked down at her
fingers rotating quickly against her clit. "So clossse," she hissed, grimacing.
"It would
be better with my dick inside you," I promised, pressing my now painful cock up
against her. It wanted to be in the warm, tight wet of her pussy. She moaned
but shook her head again.
"Not.
Yet." she hissed more ferociously this time. I could feel her slickness
covering my hand and I wanted her juices on my cock. She grunted and then
clenched her teeth together and released a long, low groan. I lifted my hand
and mimicked the way she squeezed and rolled her nipple and she gasped and then
a slow, fucking sexy smile blossomed on her face.
"You like
that?" I asked, thinking I'd hate it, that it would hurt.
"Yesss,"
she hissed, her eyes focussing on me. I squeezed harder and her mouth fell open
in a soundless cry. I pressed my fingers up into her and pulled, then squeezed her
nipple and then she cried out, a wordless sound of pure joy.
Beth and kaner are so hot.. But I have a feeling she's gonna screw it up by hooking up with toews! :(
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