Two

The next morning, Nathalie was awoken by her cellphone ringing on the bedside table. She threw herself on top of it to make the ringing stop, and hurried to answer.

“Hello?” She said, sleepily, and looking over at Nicky, who was still asleep.

“I'm sorry, did I wake you up?” A voice Nathalie didn't recognize replied.

“No, no, that's okay... Uh...” She hesitated and looked at the number on her phone. She didn't know who it was. “I'm sorry, but who is it?”

“Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Anna Johansson, are you Nathalie Andersson?”

“I am, yeah...”

“Hi!” Anna said, starting to speak Swedish instead. “I heard you were playing handball when you lived in Sweden.”

“I did...” Nathalie thought she could see where this conversation was going, and she started to smile.

“Well, I play for a club here in D.C, would you like to join us? I heard you were a kick-ass pivot back home.”

“Uh, sure. Yeah, I've missed handball.” Nathalie admitted, sitting up straight now. Nicky still hadn't woken up.

“Great, we practice today at five pm, if that's okay with you?”

“Yeah, perfect. Uh, what's the address?”

Anna gave Nathalie the address to the arena, and then they chatted a little before hanging up.

Nathalie had learned that Anna had come from Sävehof near Gothenburgh, and that she had played since she was six years old.

Stretching out, Nathalie checked what time it was, 11 am, and decided to make herself breakfast. When she had found the t-shirt that she usually slept in, Nicky was starting to wake up next to her.

“Morning, gorgeous.” He said, pulling his hands through his hair and yawning.

“Morning.” She replied, searching the floor to find one of her shorts. “Have you seen my black shorts?” She knew it was a stupid question to ask, because he had just woken up, but stupid questions seemed to pop out of her from time to time.

“No, I haven't.” He said, heaving himself up on his elbows. “Why don't you join me for round two?”

Nathalie considered his suggestion for about a minute.

“Not right now, I have to find my stuff.”

“What stuff?” Nicky raised his eyebrows.

“Clothes to practice handball in...” Nathalie replied, now on all fours looking under the bed and in the closet.

“Wait, what?” Nicky sat up entirely now. “Handball, in D.C? Are you joking?”

“No, some girl from Sweden called me and asked if I wanted to join them. Oh what the fuck, I know they're around here somewhere...”

“That's awesome, Nat. I know how bored you get when I'm away. This is perfect!”

“I know.” Nathalie smiled and then sighed. “I give up, I'll have to buy new ones. Will you come with me?”

“Sure.” Nicky glanced at her before standing up. Somehow, he had managed to put his boxers back on, and now that he moved towards her, she couldn't help but notice the lump inside them. “Are you sure we want to waste this, though?” He grinned, taking her hand. “Come on.”

Nathalie gave in, letting him lead her back to the bed.

This time, she sat on top of him, feeling his erection through the boxers against her thighs.

“Why do you have to be so god damned adorable.” Nathalie sighed, pressing her lips against his as his hands moved to take her t-shirt off. She helped him by raising her arms up and then she got off him to pull down his boxers.

As she did so, Nicky opened the bedside drawer and opened a condom, which he gave to her. Nathalie took it in her hands and slid it over his cock. His breathing got heavier when she did this, and he moaned into their kiss.

Without parting, they shifted so that Nicky was on top. Nathalie ran her hands over his body, and ended up putting them on his neck. Carefully, Nicky entered her and kissed her neck.

They took it slow this time, they wanted it to last as long as possible.
Nicky pumped in and out of Nathalie, and she followed his lead by moving her hips. She could soon tell that Nicky was getting close, because he was moving faster and faster.

“Ohh, Nicky...” She exclaimed and grabbed his shoulders. She tightened around him as their breathing grew faster, and they came almost at the same time.

“Okay, honestly.” Nathalie said as she tried to crawl to the end of the bed. “I have to go to the mall now.” She was held back by Nicky and as she tried to escape, he pulled her back and held her wrists in a firm grip. “Nicky, let go. I only have a few hours. Pleeease.”

“Fine.” Nicky loosened his grip and smirked as Nathalie jumped off the bed and sprinted away, scared of being held back again.

“Are you coming with me, or not?” Nathalie said five minutes later, after brushing her teeth and putting on some make up.

“Yeah, just give me a minute.”

The American Dream - One

It was nearing two am in the American capital when hockey center Nicklas Backstrom drove off in his car. His team had just ended their losing streak against Ottawa up in Canada, and Nicklas' mood was better than it had been in a long time.
Mathieu Perrault had scored two goals, the first and the third, and Eric Fehr scored the second in their 3-2 win over the Senators.

Nicklas couldn't understand how there were so many cars out in the middle of the night. Since he was born and raised in a smaller town in Sweden, he wasn't used to such heavy traffic. Usually it would take him twenty minutes to get home from Verizon Center after a practice or a game, but this night he managed to be home in less than twelve minutes.

When Nicklas drove up at his house, he began to wonder how he would enter without waking his girlfriend Nathalie. Even though they had been together for three years, he still had trouble getting inside without making a noise to wake her up.

Nicklas and Nathalie had met post-season three years ago, when Nicklas was home in Sweden, playing with Peter Forsberg and Markus Naslund's charity team Icebreakers. She had been the waitress at the restaurant where the team had eaten after the game, and they had clicked immediately. Nicklas hadn't even cared that Nathalie was almost four years younger than him, she was very mature for her age.

Nicklas opened and closed the door as quietly as he possibly could, but when he staggered into the hallway, he slammed his foot against the wall. An excruciating pain filled him and he swore in Swedish while jumping around on the spot.

   “Helvetes jävlar...” He swore and bit his lower lip before sitting down in the livingroom, checking the damage the wall had caused his toes. Luckily, it wasn't blue, yet, but it would probably turn blue in the nearest future.

After sighing and leaning back in the sofa, Nicklas heard footsteps, and when he turned around, Nathalie was standing behind him, a smug smile on her face.

   “You do that all the time, you know...” The smile grew bigger as Nicklas rolled his eyes, sighing yet again. “Congratulations by the way.” She sat down next to him and gave him a light kiss. “I missed doing that. Your roadtrips suck sometimes, do you know that?”

Nicklas shook his head lightly.
   “I know, but you knew this when you came over with me. I'll be home for a while now, though.”

   “I knoooow, I just miss you, that's all.” Nathalie lowered her gaze and stared at her feet, which were curled up beneath her in the sofa.

   “Hey, look at me.” Nicklas said, taking her face in his hands. “I miss you too, when we're apart, a piece of me is missing.”

Nathalie smiled again and took his hands in her own, just looking into his eyes.

   “Can we go to bed now, please?” She said and dragged him away from the sofa, not even waiting for a reply. “Oh, by the way, are HBO going to be at your practice tomorrow?”

   “Uh...” The question had come from nowhere, and Nicklas had to think twice before answering. “I don't think so... Why?”

   “I was thinking of watching your practice, but I'm not sure...”

   “Right.” Nicklas yawned and stretched out as they reached the bedroom.

   “Nicky...” Nathalie said when she had crawled down under the covers.

   “Yes, Nat...” Nicky replied as he took off his shirt and lay down next to her.

   “You are amazing. I love you.”

   “I love you too.”

   “I'll never get tired of hearing that.”

   “Go to sleep, Nat.” Nicky smiled through the darkness and squeezed Nat's hand.

   “What if I don't want to?”

   “What's that supposed to mean?”

Nat moved closer to Nicky, kissing his neck and moving her way up to his lips.

   “Are you serious?” Nicky asked, raising his eyebrows, even though he knew Nathalie couldn't see it.

   “Oh definitely.”

Nicky took the matter in his own hands immediately, placing himself on top of Nathalie. His hands moved over her body, and without either of them saying a word, he pulled her t-shirt over her head, their lips only parting to let the fabric pass.
Nathalie moved her hands through his hair, and moved them further down his body, until her hands were getting hold of his boxers. Without a second thought, she pulled them down and tossed them on to the floor. Nicky helped her get her underwear off, and their kissing got more passionate by the minute.

   “Do I need to get a condom?” Nicky asked between kisses, reaching out to search through the drawer next to the bed.

   “I don't care.” Nat breathed. “I want you, now.”

She dragged him closer and she could tell he was ready to go. Nicky took a deep breath and moved his hardness inside her. Both of them took deep breaths and enjoyed the closeness. Nathalie moved her hips so that Nicky would get deeper inside her.
   “Nicklas Backstrom, stop teasing me and fucking give it to me!” Nathalie moaned and Nicky did as he was instructed. He always liked it when she told him what to do. At least in the bedroom.

Their breathing was getting heavier and Nathalie could feel her climax getting nearer. She dug her nails into the mattress and moaned loudly.

Nicky wasn't far behind, he kissed her as he thrust in and out, pulling away from her lips just as they both climaxed.

   “Oh my god...” Nathalie gasped as Nicky rolled back to his side of the bed. Nicky stroke his sweaty hair off his forehead and pulled Nathalie into an embrace.

   “Oh my god, indeed.” He said, yawning again. He was really tired after the trip from Ottawa, and now this.

   “I'm out now, won't move until tomorrow. Good night.” Nathalie said with a smirk and rested her head on Nicky's chest. He kissed her on the top of her head and placed his arm around her shoulder.

   “Good night.”

They were both sound asleep a few minutes later.