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.