#the clinch in the corner is from the gorgeous step back of Someone to Watch Over Me by Lisa Kleypas

[hardcovernights]

In Which Matilda Halifax Learns the Value of Restraint

Alexandra Vasti

[kpopwhynot]

I suck at editing.  I just write to write.  I hope it makes since and I totally blame @dprwolfgang for this.  All her fault.  All the photos were found during a search of pinteres, credit to their owners.

Throwing her hands up in victory she whispered out a ‘yes’ before gently swiping some glue stick on her last piece of construction paper of her project.  “And finally my crowning glory is done for my room,” she said pressing the green leaf to the stem of her giant red apple.  All the names of her students written in colorful worms were ready to be placed on her door.  What startled her to pop her head up was the clapping she was hearing from the entranceway to her classroom. 

“I’m impressed,” a short, curvy woman said from the door.  The young woman strolled into the classroom, letting her bouncy curls move about. “I didn’t think you had it in you? You don’t even look like you had a night of fun last night. I thought you would have your head resting on the desk, cussing my name out.”

Paige clinched her jaw as she saw her friend walk into the room.  “Oh no, you will be doing my afterschool duties for an entire month, after last night. Do you know what time I was up to get ready for today? You are so lucky that today is just getting our rooms ready for tomorrow.”

“Oh come on it was so worth it. I mean that guy last night,” She practically screamed as she walked into the room. “I want all the details, so what happened.”

“Dorothy,” Paige said in a hushed tone, “I don’t want my business broadcast all over the school.” 

“So you do have business,” she said rushing into the room.  She grabbed one of those annoying small children chairs to sit down in. “Talk and don’t leave out any of the details.”

“I would rather not,” she said standing up trying to find something else to fix in her room.

“You’re room is done. So talk.  I want all the juicy details; don’t leave a damn thing out. So how did you exactly meant him? The last time I saw you, you were speaking to a tall, nerdy looking type. He looked boring as fuck.” 

“How do you teach little kids with a mouth like that,” Paige whipped her head around to look at her. “Seriously?”

Dorothy looked at her watch and said that she had less than 24 hours to keep swearing like a sailor at work and that she had to get it all in.  “So how did you meet…what’s his name...,” she said looking at her phone. “Christian?”

“That’s his name…I guess Christ was close enough,” she than covered up her month quickly but Dorothy’s eyes bugged out of her head.  “You didn’t.”

“For fuck sake, close my door and I’ll tell you everything, at least everything that I can remember. I drank a lot last night.”  

“Girl, you didn’t black out did you?” Dorothy ran over to the door to shut it and found a desk chair to sit in. “I need to be comfortable for this, so what happened.”

“First of all, I didn’t get that drunk.  It just comes and goes. I remember the important stuff; just some details are kind of fuzzy. So as you left me for the night,” she gave Dorothy a side eye to let her know she didn’t appreciate it.  “I was left with nerdy, tall jerk face. I tried everything in the book to get him to go away but he wasn’t going to take the hint. At one point he just smiles and gets up and leaves.  He doesn’t say goodbye or anything. I thought maybe he saw someone else, but I was wrong. He came back with two drinks in his hand. He got me this fruity martini thing. That’s the best way to describe it, it just looked like a starter drink, and you know when you don’t know what to order so you get the umbrella drink.”

“OH no. You didn’t accept it, right?”

“Nah, I just had it in my hand playing with it. I mean there was cherries and lime wedges to entertainment me. But you know me; I don’t accept drinks from strangers. Eventually, I kept telling him I was waiting for a friend, not laughing at his jokes, looking around. You know trying not to be present in the conversation. I was hoping to catch your eye to help me out, but you failed me.”

“I did,” Dorothy admitted. “You deserve everything you were blessed with last night because my date turned out to be a dud.  So when did this other guy show up, the guy on my phone?”

“Honestly, he came out out of no where, but I was eternally grateful.  The next thing I knew he was by my side and said he was glad I could make it. I wasn’t going to say no because hello, you saw him.  We hugged and he whispered in my ear don’t drink the drink.”

“What?”

“Right? He told me not to drink the drink. I got scared and I was telling my mind to just relax and you’ll get out of this. I hadn’t touched the drink so I just needed to walk away and he was going to help me.” 

“I would have thrown it at jackass when I heard that,” Dorothy said with gritted teeth, but Paige put her hand up to signal her to calm down.  “Don’t worry he gets kicked out.  But to save my butt we play pretend about knowing each other and that his party was waiting for me.  That’s when I pulled him towards you and your date for the night.”

Dorothy then has a moment of clarity, “Is that when he excused himself and disappeared?"

 Paige nodded “He went to tell security that guy was roofing girls and he saw him try to do it to me. That’s when we saw the scuffle and they threw him out.  He was being my savior.”

“So what happened next,” Dorothy said slapping Paige on the shoulder, “You know after he made me take his picture and get his name, just in case you went missing the next day. By the way, that was kind of charming. What guy asks a friend, can I take your friend out and here is enough information just in case you want to hunt me down. Oh and I’m neeevvvverrr deleting this picture by the way because yes.”

Dorothy pulled out her phone and scrolled through to find the picture of him she took. “Because yes but what happened next?”

“We went to another club that was more my vibe. I’m not a big sit around and drink person, so we found this dance club with a bunch of his friends. He bought some bottles for the table and we just hung out.  It was just nice you know. I mean I was kind of rescued and than was treated like a lady all night. His friends were nice and they had all really nice things to say about him. I just enjoyed myself.”

“I mean you had a point; it was nice to be in a nice dress and let loose for a bit.  I guess I let loose a little too much and I got drunk. Really drunk, happy and…sadly horny.”

“You didn’t,” Dorothy gasped with her hand over her mouth.  “You did, didn’t you?”

“You know what it’s been in a while, I’m not close to any type of relationship and he fit all the criteria at that moment.”

 “Which were?”

 “Nice, hot, employed, hot, smart, hot, funny, hot and a gentleman, plus did I mention he was hot and the accent.”

“Hello,” she said giving Paige a high five.

“So you went back to your place?”

“Noooo. We went to his place, which by the way the view was breathtaking; the view was amazing with all the city lights. Just gorgeous, I do remember that.”  Paige squinted up her face trying to remember some thing, but it was hard. “A little messy but nice place.”

“I can’t believe you did that?”

“What? Remember you had his picture. If something did happen to me, he could get caught. We saw his ID and you took his picture and all night everyone was just saying he was a really nice guy. That he worked hard and an amazing artist.”

“Artist?”

“Yeah, something about film. I don’t know it was complicated and after four drinks I was all about dancing and making out at that point.”

“Paige!”

“Dorothy,” Paige exclaimed back. “So yeah we started to making out at the club. It wasn’t like at the table or anything, we just found this dark corner in VIP and went at it. It was kind of funny and awkward at first.  He wasn’t smooth about it but neither was I, I think that’s why I felt comfortable around him.”

“So on the outside totally a guy that looks like he would dominate you but really inside he was a puppy tripping over his own giant paws.”

“Perfect analogy. It was just, I don’t know is it possible to be sexy, fun, steamy and the best sex ever all rolled into one.”

“So when did it start to get hot and heavy?” 

“Just before the cab ride home, in the cab I wasn’t feeling it. I mean its cab. I don’t get how people want to make out in a cab. It’s just not happening.”

“So how come you didn’t change your mind?”

 “I don’t know. I just remember looking out the window of the car and just feeling his fingers intertwined with mine and I got the goose bumps.  I was excited for him. I wasn’t going to stop.  We get to his place and I remember saying giving him a moment.  He wasn’t planning to have guests.  I understood, so after a few minutes I was presented to his place.  I just remember he had these windows over looking party of the city.  It was beautiful and….” Paige couldn’t even finish her statement because she had a flash of what began in his living room.

Dorothy grabbed her hand and arm and shook it.  “Up against that view, are you telling me?”

 “This is real life, not a movie.  I’m not having sex up against a window for the world to see. I will however, let some foreplay begin against a window in which it did. That was fun until I stepped on a squeaky toy and his dog began to bark.”

“He has a dog? Was that awkward?”

“Not really, he just figured we should move it to the bedroom to not disturb her.  So he guided me through his house and into his room. Once I got there it was like we were in the club again and couldn’t keep our hands off each other.  I kind of wish there was more lights on in the room because it wasn’t until the next that I got a better idea of his tattoos.”

“Tattoos?”

“Mmmmhmmm…they’re nice. I didn’t see them until the next day, though. Little Ms. Preschool went home with the guy with tattoos. How you like me now? I know what people say about me but I don’t care.”

“You think you can get a picture of those tattoos. I should have them just in case the police ask me if there were any markings on him. It would be for your safety.”

Paige had to roll her eyes at her.  “But like all great sex it has to come to an end and there was the next day.” 

“Oh no,” Dorothy laughed.

“Well no one looks great the next day after you’ve been to the club. I figured I would wake up before him and freshen up and just leave. That was the game plan but he was already out of the bed when I woke up. I’m thinking he just left me here.  I was annoyed, but I wake up to find a towel at the foot of the bed and my clothes folded.”

I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up, and almost screamed.  I was horrified.”

“Eye makeup?”

“Girl, mascara gone one way and the eyeliner another, lip stain trying to reach my ear, it was bad. I’m thinking you saw my face like this no wonder you ran for the hills.  Probably tried to eat your arm off to escape while I was sleeping. Plus it didn’t help that I was this ugly thing in the middle of his beautiful bathroom.  Everything was so neat and put together. 

“Sounds like he’s you.”

“Oh, I’m not that bad.”

“When was your room finished for the first day of school minus the names of your kids.”

“Do you want me to tell you the story or not?”

Dorothy motioned for her to continue.

“I’m thinking he has to have a maid service or something. I noticed everything was just in its place in the bathroom. Anyway, that’s not important, I cleaned up and finished getting dressed. I did my best to look like I was not out partying the night before and went looking for him. That wasn’t that hard because he’s sitting at a desk that had tons of monitors and computer stuff on it.”

Paige smiled a little as she remembered the moment.

“Good Morning. I hope you were comfortable.”

Paige nodded “Yeah, I didn’t even here you get up. I feel kind of bad that you had a snoring woman keeping you up all night.”

“No, no…no..it’s not you. I have a deadline so I had to be up and at it. I didn’t want to wake you.  Plus, Lori needs to be walked and feed.  It’s a process. I’m not much of a sleeper. I’m sure my bed appreciated the fact that it was being used last night.”

“You could put it that way,” Paige laughed.

“Oh that didn’t, I mean…that didn’t mean to come out like that. You were lovely. Amazing. Perfect actually,” he said messing with his hair.  She could tell it was a nervous tick he was experiencing.  “Are you hungry? Coffee?  Breakfast? Painkillers? We drank a lot.”

“You look busy, in the true since of the word, actually, so I’m going to go.  I had a wonderful time last night.  I had fun and thank you for everything.”

“Let me get you a cab or something?” 

“I’m good.  Really, you’ve been perfect.  I should go because I need to head into work, but once again. Thanks for everything.”

Christian got up from his desk with Lori at his feet to walk her to the door. “I don’t want you to think I’m rushing you out.”

“I don’t think so. Are we on the same page about this? Like I just needed this and you just needed this?”

“Are we having a discussion if this is or isn’t a one night stand,” he smiled, “God we are so awkward, but it’s kind adorable.”

Paige laughed. “Yes. It is. It’s almost like we should exchange numbers, but aren’t going to because we want to know if fate will have us run into each again like those movies. 

“God I hate those movies, so I’m going to ask for your number but never use?”

“Yes, and I’m going to not even bother getting your number because I’m idiot.  How about that?”

“Perfect,” he said getting his phone and asking for her digits.  “I’m going to put you in my contacts as just a P, hoping I remember that stands for Paige.”

“What’s your name again,” Paige said scratching the back of her head.

“Even better,” he said pointing at her.  “I would say text me to say you got home but you don’t have my number.” 

“It was nice meeting you.” Paige smiled and was about to walk away but she turned around to grab his shirt to pull him into a kiss. They both didn’t care as they stood at his door having a mini make out session before they broke apart.  “It was definitely, lovely,” Paige said before walking away.

“It was lovely,” Dorothy said smacking her again.  “You get a phone number from the guy that says lovely. We don’t use the word lovely in our day in age anymore.  Did you want it to be a one night stand?” 

“I don’t know,” Paige, whispered, “Maybe I’m so used to being alone that I kind of like it. I don’t know. Either way he has my number and he knows how to use the phone. I don’t know just something seemed off.”

“What do you mean?”

“I couldn’t explain if I tried and I don’t remember to much because I was drunk. I remember the important things, the amazing things.  But there are some details, I just don’t remember. I can’t explain it. Maybe it was the vodka and soju shots. I don’t know.  But your mission was accomplished. You wanted me to wil’ out before school started. You owe me recess session for an entire month.”

“I deserve this. I was a horrible wing woman.”

“Terrible, now let me go over tomorrows plans for the parents before I have to leave.”  Paige smiled a little remembering last night’s events and thought maybe she should have gotten his numbers. She had to admit that she wasn’t good with living in the moment. After her time at the school was done, she went home to make sure everything was set for the next day.  It was a good idea to start off on the right foot on the first day of school.  Outfit was clean. Lunch was packed. Lesson plans and parent orientation was put together. She was ready for the first day of school to go off without a hitch.

The next day she caught the early bus to make it to work on time and to see all the other teachers scrambling the first day.  Dorothy was right by her side letting her know that she was gloating.  “Not gloating, prepared.  Bring on the parents.  It’s too early for the school year to go down the crapper.”

 “You mean shit,” Dorothy said, “Kids and parents aren’t here yet.  Got to get them in while we can. Fuck, Shit, Dammit, Assholes.”

 Paige had to laugh at assholes, “Why are you a teacher again?”

“Cause I actually like kids and think they’re so adorable. Right?”   Soon the hallways were filled with parents and kids trying to figure out which classrooms they belong too.  Dorothy and Paige had rooms across the hall so they would give each other the eye for certain parents and kids that would walk into their room.  As they were catching the mom’s gossiping already, they heard the whispers of a hot dad.

They both met in the middle of the hallway. “Who do you think is getting the hot dad this year,” Paige asked.

“I call Ryan in First grade. Change it up a bit.  I say it’s a gay couple with the kid and Ryan gets him. So you know it’s safer for us this year. He has to do all the drooling and can’t have him.

“That’s mean and low of you, but kind of hope the same thing.”

“Exactly.”   They both broke a part when their principal walked by to make sure they were focus on the parents and kids.  School was about to start and there were a few parents trying to get their kids to move towards the right room.  Paige was about to shut the door when she heard a few more steps coming her way.  “No…rush,” she whispered because she noticed someone’s face.  He was holding a backpack in one hand a juice box in the other. He was dressed in some nice slacks and a grey button down shirt with a sweater on top. She knew the color of her face was turning pal as he came closer to her, but he didn’t look up. Still trying to find the room number on his piece of paper.  “Come on Haley, we don’t want to be late,” he said.

Paige looked at her door and saw the name Haley…Hayley Yu on it and looked up to see Christian come towards her door, with a face of recognition.  “Hi, I’m Ms. King, and this is…?”

“Uh…” Christian said trying to wrap his brain around what was happening.  “Hi, I’m Mr. Yu and this is Haley, my daughter.”

“Hi, Hayley.  Mr. Yu,” she said shaking Haley’s hand first and than Christian’s.  Her memory flashed to the other night at the club.  

“Hi, My name is Christian…It’s Christian Yu and it’s nice to met you.”

“Paige. Paige King.”

Paige watched as they found a place to sit on the floor with the rest of the children and parents to start their initial meeting.  She went over to her desk to pretend find her welcome sheets but she knew where they were. She was trying to give herself a moment to process that she has already slept with a parent of a child in her classroom. The only words that came to her mind where ‘Fuck. Shit. Dammit. Asshole.’

[shannaraisles]

“Your smile is beyond gorgeous… please, keep doing it.” or "Shut up and kiss me already." for whichever OC + LI you want!

My choice ... well, they kind of chose for me. Here’s a wee snippet of Rumor x Callum Hawke. And thank you for the prompt!

“Your smile, my lady, is beyond gorgeous ... please, keep doing it.”

The line was so awful, and delivered with such commitment, Rumor felt herself snort into her glass. Dragged to a fancy soiree at the request of his mother, who felt it was time he started making himself available to be married to a nice rich girl with good teeth, Callum Hawke was doing his damnedest to put them all off him while at the same time saying nothing that Leandra would disapprove of if it got back to her. It was resulting in some truly terrible compliments, delivered from behind the worst attempt at a charming smile Kirkwall had ever seen. No wonder most of these ladies were politely excusing themselves.

Why was she here? Well, she’d had business. Yes, that was the excuse she was going to stick to. It had nothing to do with Callum being here, on display for the rich and hungry. Nothing at all. After all, he was sleeping with Isabela. And so was she. Just not ... together. She bit down on her own lip, the sharp pain just shy of breaking the skin, more than enough to jerk her out of the downward spiral into feeling sorry for herself. She watched from the corner of her eye as yet another noble girl awkwardly excused herself from Callum’s gleefully earnest attentions, catching a glimpse of his self-satisfied smile.

“Enjoying yourself, are you?” she asked, her own smile turning just a little wicked as he choked on his wine, spluttering in an attempt not to spit the mouthful down his pretty tunic.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed, grabbing a cloth from a passing servant to dab at the spill on his chest.

“Watching you offer yourself to Kirkwall, safe in the knowledge none of them want to risk marrying you,” she informed him with an impish cast to her smile. “I may have had business with the host, too.”

“And Lord Delauncet is happy to let you wander through his party?”

Callum finally looked at her properly, and Rumor felt the barest flutter at the look on his face. In order to blend into a gathering of nobles, she’d had to pretty up a little. Isabela had thoroughly enjoyed painting her eyes with kohl to make the startling blue really pop, her lips with a red so rich it was almost blood dark. Leda had volunteered an hour of her time to loop the upper part of Rumor’s hair into a braided crown, leaving the rest to fall free. And, of all people, Varric had held her hand while she selected a dress. It was almost as though everyone knew the real reason she wanted to be here. But the reaction was definitely worth it. She’d never seen anyone’s jaw drop quite like that before.

His eyes started to drift downward before he caught himself, always a gentleman, but the blush that seemed to rise beneath the scruff on his cheeks was proof positive that he had definitely caught more than a glimpse of the neckline that made her look surprisingly well-endowed. He cleared his throat, glancing away, and fidgeted with the hem of his tunic.

“So ... nice party, hmm?”

Rumor laughed, shaking her head at his awkwardness. “Not a patch on the shindigs they throw in Lowtown,” she told him, glad to see him relax with a far more natural grin.

“We could always skip this one and start something in The Hanged Man,” Callum suggested, gently nudging her elbow with his forearm.

“Eager to escape your duty to be adorable for the noble masses, aren’t you?” she countered, sipping her wine to hide the satisfaction in her smile at his reluctance to be here.

He sighed. “I do not want to marry a noble woman, I want to ...” He trailed off, his blue-eyed gaze flickering toward her briefly. “It keeps Mother happy. She knows I don’t want to be a part of her noble life, but ...”

“She wants you to be acclaimed and praised for the man you are,” Rumor told him quietly. Oddly - or perhaps not - she was in complete agreement with Leandra on that point. “She’s proud of you.”

“She wants grandchildren,” Callum said bluntly, rolling his eyes as, across the room, he spotted his mother encouraging yet another flapping ninny to come and speak to him. “I feel like a stallion being sent out to stud.”

Rumor felt herself chuckle lightly, but the smile faded from her face quicker than she wanted. This was a different world to the circles he usually walked in, but he fitted here just as well as he fitted in her world. Better, perhaps - a nobleman should be handsome and strong, gentle and kind. These people looked down on him for being just a mercenary for hire, but his looks alone would earn him plenty of willing bedfellows. The sting of jealousy rose as she remembered Isabela’s gleeful teasing about Callum’s expertise in bed, and a rebellious spark flared.

“Could always give the nobles some gossip that’ll make her happy,” she offered, setting her glass down on the nearest flat surface. Her hand caught his, bare skin to bare skin something of a shock to her system as she stepped backward, out onto the open balcony that overlooked the city.

“How is this going to become gossip?” Callum laughed as he followed her, the warm weight of his hand settling with startling security about her own. “We’re on a balcony.”

“Aye, and everyone here thinks I’m some mysterious noble heiress with pots of money and a title to die for,” she pointed out, raising her brow. “Feel me up a bit where they can see us, and everyone’ll be congratulating her on your skills as noble bait in no time.”

He gaped at her, his eyes drawn downward once more to where midnight velvet cupped soft peaks he had been trying very hard not to think about for more than three years now. He swallowed, forcing his gaze to hers once more.

“You ... that could be a little awkward,” he attempted to say, raising a hand to rub his fingers through his hair. “Mother does know who you are, you’ve met. I mean, not when you’re ...” He gestured to her noble get-up. “... like this, but she does know that you’re not a noble. And there’s Isabela to consider; she made a very firm threat against my testicles should I do anything to mess with you -”

“Cal.”

He stuttered into silence at the firm intonation of his name. Not even his name, but a nickname no one but she used for him. Rumor raised her brow, feeling a warm glow in her chest at the knowledge that Isabela hadn’t told him not to approach her, just not to mess with her. Wise woman, for all her inability to keep her hands off even when she knew someone else was interested.

She stepped close to him, dancing her fingertips teasingly over the cling of his stained tunic. “Shut up and kiss me already, would you?”

His mouth worked silently for a long moment, remembrances of Isabela’s threat, Varric’s warning, his own unwillingness to let himself hope for anything more than this woman’s friendship, all battering through his mind. But here she was, looking utterly edible in noble finery that showed off all the hints her usual attire only suggested at, asking him to - no, telling him to kiss her. And while his mind was prevaricating, his body had other ideas.

Large hands more used to holding a sword slid over her sides, tentative only because he’d seen what she did to people who touched without permission. But he did have permission, even if it was only to save him the embarrassment of being noble bait and give his mother something to preen about with her noble friends. His eyes flickered from Rumor’s astonishingly blue eyes to the rich dark red of her lips, smiling in invitation ... and his mind abruptly lost the battle. 

He pulled her close to his chest, head dipping to capture her lips with his own, stealing her breath to savor the taste of the deadly little woman in his arms as she gasped for him. There was no hesitation in that kiss, no sense of testing the waters. He had longed for this kiss for entirely too long, and if this was going to be his only opportunity, then he was going to make certain it was one to remember. Strong arms wrapped about her waist as her fingers crept up to tease over his beard, into his hair, the gripping tug of her touch spurring him on to let his hands wander just a little from their place at her hips, seeking the smooth dip of her spine to stroke fingertips over the first swell of her backside as the other hand rose to gently tilt her neck, lips demanding more than a simple kiss.

All thought of the nobles, of his mother, of Isabela, of jealousy ... it was all swept clean from Rumor’s mind. All she could think of, all she could focus on, was the man in her arms, doing his damnedest to pick her apart with just a kiss. Was it all just for show? Was this passion in him a pretense to send those gossips running to please his mother with their feigned excitement and eager bitterness? But those fears were a world away behind the rising tide of her own long-suppressed desire, blanketed in the warmth that she refused to give a name to. She wanted ... and it felt as though he did, too, pressing her back against a cold stone column to ravish her mouth as she nipped at his lips, tugging on the sandy hair she had imagined doing just this to for far too long.

A harsh laugh from the room beyond broke their clinch, both of them lurching away to share ragged breaths in the shadows of the balcony. They had been seen. But that had been the point, hadn’t it? So why were they still wrapped around each other, nose to nose, desire soft and hungry in the eyes that locked in the darkness? Callum leaned down to her again ... and Rumor abruptly remembered why she couldn’t let this go any further. 

“No,” she denied, shaking her head as she pressed against his chest, slipping from his arms. “They’ve got their gossip. Time for me to go.”

“But -”

His protest died on his lips as she slipped away, back into the house, through the crowd, leaving him on the balcony with confusion in his head, an ache in his heart, and an indecent bulge in his pants he was going to have to stay out here for a while to let subside. That ... wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. She was supposed to stay, to let herself feel what he knew she was feeling now he’d tasted it on her lips. She wasn’t supposed to run away from him, not again. Not this time.

He straightened his shoulders, glancing down from the balcony to the city beyond, a city that had given him nothing but what he had fought for with his own hands. Well, this was a fight he was prepared to win, even if it meant getting slapped a few times by the stubbornest woman he’d ever known. Then he remembered who was waiting for him tonight. Isabela.

“Shit.”

Well, that got away from me, somewhat! Fun, though.

[Romantic/Fluff Starters]

[carey-pricemas]

Nutella- Johnny Gaudreau

I got time at work so I got caught up with my imagines without being last minute! So my Johnny Hockey anon gets his/hers today! Ok so Johnny Hockey man... such a child someone help him. Does he know what a vegetable is now? Anyway! Anon I hope you like this one! Enjoy smut lovers! For everyone else, up next: Sidney Crosby!

Warning: sex, smexy time, smut

Anon Request: Hey! Can I request a Johnny Gaudreau smut? No requested context! I love your writing! one of my favorites!!!

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              You bounced on your toes as you waited for Johnny to walk through the door.

              He was going to be in a great mood and you were so proud of him. The Calgary Flames had clinched their playoff spot tonight and Johnny had already texted you that he was going to be a little later than normal because the guys were all going out for a beer to celebrate.

              He had texted you about twenty minutes ago that he was dropping off Sean and Matt and then he'd be home.

              So here you were, wearing only Johnny's jersey, and holding a sign that said 'Playoffs here we come!'.

              "BABE!" Johnny called out the moment the door was open, not noticing you at first. The moment his eyes landed on you, you jumped up and down. "We did it!"

              "I knew you could! We all did!" You dropped the sign and rushed to hug him. "I'm so proud of you babe!"

              "I definitely couldn't have done it without you" he said. He kissed you, but before he could go farther, you pulled away.

              "You could have, but I'm glad you didn't have to. Come on! I made a stop on the way home too!" You grabbed Johnny's hand and pulled him into the kitchen where two glasses of chocolate milk and a jar of Nutella with two spoons sat. "The celebration ritual of two responsible adults" you giggled.

              "This is better than the beer" Johnny said with a laugh. You both sat down at the counter and tore into the chocolate hazelnut spread. "You know, this is how I want to spend the rest of my life."

              "What? Eating Nutella from the jar when you're old and grey?" Johnny laughed.

              "No, being able to have you by my side." He paused. "But the Nutella isn't half bad either." You laughed. "Love you."

              "Love you too, Johnny Hockey." You leaned over like you were going to kiss him. Instead you smeared a dollop of Nutella on his cheek.

              "What? (Y/N)!" You giggled and gasped as Johnny reached out and wiped Nutella on your nose.

              "Johnny!"

              "All's fair in love and war" he sang. He swallowed when he saw the glint in your eyes. You splashed the remnants of your chocolate milk on Johnny. "Oh it's on!" You squealed and ran, Johnny running after you with the jar of Nutella. "Come on babe! It's just a little messy!"

              "Johnny, don't" you said giggling. You stood on opposite sides of the counter, you now holding more chocolate milk. He wiggled his fingers, all covered in the chocolate spread. You squealed and splashed his chocolate milk as he ran around the counter. You weren't able to move fast enough and he grabbed your jersey with one hand, his other hand coming up and wiping down your face. "Johnny!"

              You turned and showed him you face and the streaks of Nutella. He pulled you close, wiping the chocolate milk on your jersey.

              "I think we ruined these clothes" you said with a giggle.

              "I think so too. Maybe we should get them off. Grab a shower." He waggled his brows at you. You laughed but grabbed his hand, pulling him to the bathroom.

              "Strip" you said, turning on the water. Johnny came up behind you, holding you close.

              "Maybe we should strip you first." Your breathing hitched as Johnny's hands moved to the hem of your jersey, pulling it up and over your head, tossing it in the corner. You smiled at him over your shoulder.

              "Your turn" you said, stepping into the warm water. You watched as Johnny's eyes darkened and he quickly ditched his suit with the ruined jersey in the corner. HE stepped under the warm stream with you, eliminating the space between you. He reached behind you, grabbing a wash cloth and wetting it. Your breathing hitched as he gently washed the chocolate from your face. Once he was done, you took the wash cloth from him, wiping the smear on his cheek off, tossing the wash cloth in the corner with your clothes.

              "Gorgeous" he breathed, his hands settling on your hips as yours wound around his neck. "With and without Nutella." You laughed.

              "If those aren't in our wedding vows, I won't say 'I do'." Johnny chuckled.

              "I'll remember that." He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, backing you up so your back was pressed against the wall. You moaned into the kiss, your arms tightening so he wouldn't be able to pull away. His hand slid down your leg, hooking under your thigh and lifting it up to rest on his hip, sliding his body further into you. You moaned as his cock rubbed against your wet core, Johnny's lips leaving a trail of kisses down the side of your neck.

              "Johnny" you whimpered. You were already worked up from the excitement of the game that you just wanted him.

              You knew he was feeling the same, despite wanting to play it cool.

              "Patience" he murmured. His mouth moved back to yours, swallowing your protests as his fingers moved to your breasts, tweaking the aching peaks. You rocked your hips against his. He hissed as your core slid against his rock hard cock.

              "Johnny, please" you whined, rocking your hips once more. Johnny smirked at you, his hand moving to his cock and stroking it a few times. "Please" you whimpered, your eyes darkening in desire. You licked your lips and that seemed to undo Johnny.

              He moved the tip of his cock to your entrance, resting it there for a moment before sliding inside. You hissed in pleasure, your nails digging into his back. He bottomed out and held himself there, kissing you hard once more. As your body relaxed, Johnny slowly slid out before thrusting back inside. You gasped in pleasure against his mouth.

              "Good?" he asked. You nodded, your head falling back against the shower wall, the water still trickling over your now overly sensitive skin and adding to the pleasure. Johnny thrust into you at a slow pace, dragging the pleasure out for both of you.

              "Johnny" you breathed, your orgasm building to a peak. He reached between you, tweaking your clit. You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, the contracting of your muscles milking Johnny's cock. Johnny's thrusting became more sporadic and harder, his hips slamming against yours as his orgasm reached its own peak. He bit down on your shoulder as he shuddered, cumming inside of you.

              You both stood under the now luke-warm water, trying to get your breathing under control. You lowered your leg from his waist, trying to stand on your jelly extremities. Johnny bent and turned off the water, slowly slipping from you and making you moan. Johnny grabbed the towel and wrapped it around you before grabbing another and wrapping it around his hips.

              "Johnny!" you squealed as Johnny bent down and picked you up. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your head resting on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before setting you down on the bed. He climbed in beside you and pulled you into his arms. "I'm so proud of you Johnny" you whispered. He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. "Love you."

              "Love you too, (Y/N)."

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Ok there we go! Johnny Hockey is going to the playoffs! NOW IF WE COULD CONCRETE THE ATLANTIC DIVISION THAT WOULD BE GREAT! Let me know what you thought! Up next: Sidney Crosby!