Nef’s POV
He didn’t say anything. He just crawled into my bed and buried his head under the pillows and blankets. That was last night after the Caps were eliminated by Montreal after being up 3 games to 1 in the series. That was 14 hours ago. He hadn’t moved. He hadn’t said anything. If it weren’t for the rise and fall of his chest which indicated he was still breathing I would have thought he was dead.
What was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to say to him? He had played well even though he had zero goals to show for it. He’d played better defense than some of our defense men. He hadn’t taken any bad penalties. He hadn’t had any turnovers that led to goals…but he hadn’t scored and his team had lost.
I sat on the bed side him. I had just gotten back in from work and he was still in the same spot.
“Sasha, babe? Are you hungry?” No response.
“Babe, do you need anything?” No response.
“Do you want me to hold you?” That got a response.
He rolled over and buried his face in my lap, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I sorry,” he said.
I threaded my fingers through his hair gently rubbing his scalp. The muscles in his body relaxed and he lay limp against me. A little while later his phone rang. It was Coach Bykov and the GM for the Russian National Team. They had called to ask about Sasha playing for the team at the IIHF World Championship games in Germany. I knew that it was coming – he’d mentioned it briefly a few months ago. We both thought that he wouldn’t be playing for team Russia because he would still be playing in the playoffs.
”The championship dates are May 7th through the 23rd?” I heard him repeat into the phone. ”What day do I need to leave to come back to Russia?...ok.”
He hung up the phone and looked at me. “I have to leave Saturday afternoon.”
What?! That’s two days from now. No, it’s too soon. I’m not ready to let you go. I want you to stay. I exhaled sharply. Nef, that’s selfish. You know that he’s a hockey player and Russian Hockey player at that. There is no way he’s going to say no to playing at World’s.
“Okay. I understand. I’ll miss you.” At least I still had another three weeks of school left to distract me.
Sasha’s POV
At the end of the season Media Day on Friday I was told that I didn’t have to talk to the reporters; that I didn’t have to sit for any interviews. I had spoken with Dmitry Chesnokov on Wednesday night after the game very briefly. On Media Day I stayed for the end of year meetings and then packed up my equipment. The equipment staff had done most of the work. I just needed to load what I was taking back to Russia with me.
I had been with Nef since Wednesday night. I was leaving on Saturday to fly back home to Russia for a week of training and then I would be off to Germany hopefully until the 23rd. My parents would be staying in the States for a little while longer. Nef and I had sorta planned the summer; we hadn’t planned anything before July when she was coming to Russia. I would spend a week with her in Egypt in August and training camp started in September.
Now I was spending May in Germany and June was up in the air. Could we really go two and a half months without seeing each other? I wasn’t looking forward to it. Nef was supportive though. I knew that she was upset about the change in our plans but she didn’t say anything negative about it.
“I’m dating a hockey player. There is a little bit of uncertainty with it. Hell for the first few months of our relationship I had the worry that you wouldn’t be resigned maybe even traded to another team,” she’d told me this morning.
It’s true. I hadn’t signed my new contract until December and it was only for a year. Let’s get this straight. I don’t want to leave Washington but I wanted a fair value contract. I know that some of my best years of hockey are still ahead of me. This year I reached 40 goals, a new career high. I only missed a handful of games – so much better than last year when I missed 19 games. George McPhee told me that they wanted to keep me and that we should be able to find common ground; place where both parties could be happy.
After loading my gear I drove back to my place where Nef would be meeting me later on. She had classes in the afternoon. There were still a few weeks of classes left for her. I had to pack for Saturday. When I got home my mom had done most of it for me. She’d finished my laundry and had a suit case, garment bag, and a carry one lying open on my bed. She’d already taken the liberty of putting under clothes into the suit case and pulling out three of my suits and my blue blazer.
”I started packing for you.”
”Thanks Mom, my flight leaves at 6:30 tomorrow. I’m flying out with Ovie and Uncle Mischa. ”
It didn’t take me long to finish packing. With all the traveling I do during the season I’ve become a pro at packing. Nef called my phone when she pulled into the drive way telling me that she was downstairs. When I opened the front door she had a gift bag in her hands.
“I brought you a present,” She said smiling.
She gave me the gift bag and pushed me toward the couch in the living room. I opened the bag and pulled out a picture frame. She’d given me the picture that we took together in DC at the Cherry Blossom Festival. She made me go with her.
“I go every year!” she said. “I want you to come with me.”
“No. I not want to,” I whined. I am not afraid to admit that I whine to my girlfriend, most of the time it works. I’ve been able to get out of a lot of crap with her. This time however, not so much.
“Sorry, I don’t speak whine. Can you repeat that in English?” I bit her for that one.
In the picture she was sitting on a low hanging tree branch with me standing beside her. We were facing each other nose to nose. It was the first time I’d seen the looks on our faces when we look at each other. It was…loving. That’s the only way I can describe it. It was a beautiful picture.
“Take it with you to Germany….just in case you miss me.”
”Of course I’ll miss you. Thank you for the present. It’s beautiful.”
Nef’s POV
I was debating on whether or not I wanted to go to the airport with Sasha. I knew that I was going to lose it when he left. He had yet to see me crying hysterically and I didn’t want to weird him out. When had I become so attached to him? When had my heart decided that I needed him? When had my body decided that it wanted to physically ache when Sasha was away?
Come on girl get it together. I understood that Sasha had to go. There was no confusion with that. That didn’t mean that I had to like it. Realistically it was a little more than two months. It was do-able. There are people that spend years apart. If military families can do this you can too.
The decision was taken out of my hands when Sasha asked me to drive him to the airport.
“Call me when you get settled,” I said.
“Okay. I call you. I will miss you.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I would miss this; the closeness of his body, warmth of his embrace, just knowing that he was close to me.
I stayed with him until he reached the security gate. I watched him until he was through security and I could no longer see him. I’m not going to cry. I’m not. I’ll see him soon enough.
The drive home was quiet. The evening at home was quieter. My roommates were gone. Steph was with Terry and Jesse had gone home to visit her mom and dad.
Later the next day I got a text from Sasha telling me that he had landed in Russia and settled into the team hotel. He had a week of training and practice before they flew out to Germany.
It's cold here, the text message said. It was significantly cold in Russia when compared to DC. I was enjoying 85 degree whether when it was closer to 55 degrees at the training facility. I need you to keep me warm.
I wish I could.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Chapter 29 – And it all came tumbling down, part 1
Nef’s POV
A three game skid followed by a crushing defeat by Canada at the Olympics did not make for a happy Sasha. It made for a moopy, depressed, and moody Sasha. Most of our phone conversations were me trying to cheer him up and him grunting or sighing at me. The US won the Silver Medal and I was sad that they lost in overtime but still happy that they’d placed. I couldn’t exactly be happy when I talked to Sasha. I was playing the role of the kind and understanding girlfriend.
I didn’t get the chance to see him until after they got back from Buffalo. And by see him I mean I went to the game against Tampa Bay the day after. I met him in the lounge by the locker room for all of three minutes.
“Happy Belated Birthday,” I said pulling him into a fierce kiss. It felt good to kiss him.
“Thank you…We have dinner together tomorrow?”
Tomorrow we were going out to dinner for his birthday. I had decided not to spend the night at Sasha’s after the game because I had a test the next afternoon. I had spent most of Thursday morning in the library studying followed by work in the afternoon.
“Will you come to my parents’ anniversary dinner with me at the end of the month?”
“What day?”
“It’s on Friday, the 26th. After you get back from North Carolina. “
“Ok. I go with you.”
The Caps beat Tampa Bay and it was good to see the boys smiling. Ovie and Sasha took the loss at the Olympics hard. They refused to talk about it – only looking forward to the rest of the season and the chance to win the President’s Trophy and the Stanley Cup.
After dinner his birthday Sasha wanted to spend a quiet night at home. We crawled into my bed and he rested his head on my chest. It was heart breaking to watch him go from the highest of the high to the lowest of the low.
”I don’t know what went wrong. It was like toddlers playing against adults,” he said.
Everyone thought that it would be a show down between two superpowers: Russia and Canada. But that didn’t happen. Russia didn’t even place. They were destroyed by Canada. It had been a painful game to watch. I told him that dwelling on it would help and he agreed. He knew that he couldn’t change the past and that his sour mood would spread to other parts of his life. He couldn’t let it consume him.
”I won’t bring it up again, promise.” Just take this experience and learn from it.
Sasha’s POV
I had missed Nef while I was in Vancouver. There wasn’t a day that went by when I didn’t think of her. Most of it was silly things; like I would hear a joke and want to share it with her, or the text messages that she would send to me while she was watching a game, or how she would always seem to know just what I needed after a game. Sometimes she give me back rubs, sometimes she’d yell at me if I was being too moody or angry, sometimes she was just there for me to talk to, just there to listen and sometimes she would see things that I didn’t. You’re trying to hard or you’re not trying hard enough. God, I missed her so much.
My parents met me in Vancouver – their flight to DC had been canceled and they hadn’t been able to make it home before the end of my road trip. I always enjoyed having my family with me. They made things so much easier. When I spent time with them I realized that I wanted Nefertiti there as well.
When I got back from Buffalo Nef was there waiting to me in the lounge next to the locker room. As soon as I saw her I scooped her up into my arms and kissed her.
”I missed you,” It felt good to hold her in my arms again. It felt good to see the dazzling smile she always gave to me.
We confirmed our plans for the following evening and she invited me to go with her to her parents’ anniversary party at the end of the month. I wanted her to go home with me tonight but she told me that she needed to study and rest for an exam she had tomorrow. We both knew that if we went home together tonight there would be no sleep involved. I wanted to lose myself inside of her.
The next day I went to her place early. Our dinner reservation wasn’t until 8pm but I wanted her too badly to wait. I attacked her as soon as she opened the door to let me in. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. It was difficult to walk to her room with her attached to my lips but I didn’t want to stop. I felt someone grab my arm – it was Jesse. She was guiding me down the hall to Nef’s room. I heard a giggle when Nef stopped long enough to shout a “Thanks Jesse!” over her shoulder.
We were almost late for our reservations. Every time she tried to move from the bed I would pull her back to me. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Sasha, stop it. We need to shower or we’re going to be late.”
When she left her room to shower I followed her and we made love in the shower.
“No more! I’m not kidding. We’re going to be late.” She wasn’t very convincing. She always said no more but she never really tried to stop me or pull away.
Later that night I was able to talk to her about what happened in Vancouver. I couldn’t explain why it all fell apart. I couldn’t figure out how to fix it. I knew that dwelling on it wouldn’t be helpful or useful. Nef told me that I was obsessing over it. I promised her that I wouldn’t bring it up again.
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”This girl is no good for you. She’s taking your focus away from hockey.” Oh god, not this again. Ever since the disaster that was the Olympics my mother had been telling me that somehow what happened in Vancouver was Nef’s fault. She was trying to convince me that Nef was a distraction that resulted in me playing terribly.
It’s been months. Why hasn’t she figured it out yet? I want to be with Nef. I want her around me. I want to share my life with her.
At her parents’ party I got to meet more of her family members and more of the people that were close to her.
“And who is this handsome young man?” her maternal grandmother asked.
“Jaddah, this is Alexander. Babe, this is my Jaddah, my grandmother.”
Her grandmother’s name was Nefetari, like Nefertiti and Nefetiri but a little different. There was a family naming convention with the girls. Those three names alternated through each female child born through the maternal line. So almost every girl born on that side of Nef’s immediate family had one of those three names. How did her father keep up with this? I was glad that Nef was the only girl. I don’t think I could have handled her having a sister with a name that similar.
“So if we have daughter she already have a name?” Holy crap where did that come from? I can’t believe I just asked that in a room full of her family members. It’s only been 6 months, slow down Sasha.
“Yes,” Nef responded. “Nefetari will be her first name. Alexandrovich will be her middle name and Semin is her last name.”
She smiled at me. Had she been thinking about this? It just seemed so natural for me to bring it up. Nefetari Alexandrovich Semina. I like it. What would we name our son?
“What if we have three girls? Or more?”
“Then one will have the same first name as my mother and one would have the same first name as me but hold on partner. I only want two kids: one boy and one girl.” She pointed two fingers at me emphasize her point.
“But I want lots! Like the Dugger lady, she has 19.”
“The hell you do!” She said. Her eyes were wide with shock as I started laughing.
When I told her I was joking she hit me on the side of the head. I didn’t really want 19 kids but I did want to pay her back for forcing me to watch that silly show with her. I could see myself having children with Nef. She would look beautiful with her belly swollen with my child.
Her grandmother laughed at us. She said that we amused her. The women in Nef’s family seemed to fall in love with me. I tried to be as charming as I could. One day I might need these women as allies.
Nef and I seemed to fall into a routine. We spent a lot of time together and before I knew it April had come and we were preparing for the playoffs.
A three game skid followed by a crushing defeat by Canada at the Olympics did not make for a happy Sasha. It made for a moopy, depressed, and moody Sasha. Most of our phone conversations were me trying to cheer him up and him grunting or sighing at me. The US won the Silver Medal and I was sad that they lost in overtime but still happy that they’d placed. I couldn’t exactly be happy when I talked to Sasha. I was playing the role of the kind and understanding girlfriend.
I didn’t get the chance to see him until after they got back from Buffalo. And by see him I mean I went to the game against Tampa Bay the day after. I met him in the lounge by the locker room for all of three minutes.
“Happy Belated Birthday,” I said pulling him into a fierce kiss. It felt good to kiss him.
“Thank you…We have dinner together tomorrow?”
Tomorrow we were going out to dinner for his birthday. I had decided not to spend the night at Sasha’s after the game because I had a test the next afternoon. I had spent most of Thursday morning in the library studying followed by work in the afternoon.
“Will you come to my parents’ anniversary dinner with me at the end of the month?”
“What day?”
“It’s on Friday, the 26th. After you get back from North Carolina. “
“Ok. I go with you.”
The Caps beat Tampa Bay and it was good to see the boys smiling. Ovie and Sasha took the loss at the Olympics hard. They refused to talk about it – only looking forward to the rest of the season and the chance to win the President’s Trophy and the Stanley Cup.
After dinner his birthday Sasha wanted to spend a quiet night at home. We crawled into my bed and he rested his head on my chest. It was heart breaking to watch him go from the highest of the high to the lowest of the low.
”I don’t know what went wrong. It was like toddlers playing against adults,” he said.
Everyone thought that it would be a show down between two superpowers: Russia and Canada. But that didn’t happen. Russia didn’t even place. They were destroyed by Canada. It had been a painful game to watch. I told him that dwelling on it would help and he agreed. He knew that he couldn’t change the past and that his sour mood would spread to other parts of his life. He couldn’t let it consume him.
”I won’t bring it up again, promise.” Just take this experience and learn from it.
Sasha’s POV
I had missed Nef while I was in Vancouver. There wasn’t a day that went by when I didn’t think of her. Most of it was silly things; like I would hear a joke and want to share it with her, or the text messages that she would send to me while she was watching a game, or how she would always seem to know just what I needed after a game. Sometimes she give me back rubs, sometimes she’d yell at me if I was being too moody or angry, sometimes she was just there for me to talk to, just there to listen and sometimes she would see things that I didn’t. You’re trying to hard or you’re not trying hard enough. God, I missed her so much.
My parents met me in Vancouver – their flight to DC had been canceled and they hadn’t been able to make it home before the end of my road trip. I always enjoyed having my family with me. They made things so much easier. When I spent time with them I realized that I wanted Nefertiti there as well.
When I got back from Buffalo Nef was there waiting to me in the lounge next to the locker room. As soon as I saw her I scooped her up into my arms and kissed her.
”I missed you,” It felt good to hold her in my arms again. It felt good to see the dazzling smile she always gave to me.
We confirmed our plans for the following evening and she invited me to go with her to her parents’ anniversary party at the end of the month. I wanted her to go home with me tonight but she told me that she needed to study and rest for an exam she had tomorrow. We both knew that if we went home together tonight there would be no sleep involved. I wanted to lose myself inside of her.
The next day I went to her place early. Our dinner reservation wasn’t until 8pm but I wanted her too badly to wait. I attacked her as soon as she opened the door to let me in. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. It was difficult to walk to her room with her attached to my lips but I didn’t want to stop. I felt someone grab my arm – it was Jesse. She was guiding me down the hall to Nef’s room. I heard a giggle when Nef stopped long enough to shout a “Thanks Jesse!” over her shoulder.
We were almost late for our reservations. Every time she tried to move from the bed I would pull her back to me. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Sasha, stop it. We need to shower or we’re going to be late.”
When she left her room to shower I followed her and we made love in the shower.
“No more! I’m not kidding. We’re going to be late.” She wasn’t very convincing. She always said no more but she never really tried to stop me or pull away.
Later that night I was able to talk to her about what happened in Vancouver. I couldn’t explain why it all fell apart. I couldn’t figure out how to fix it. I knew that dwelling on it wouldn’t be helpful or useful. Nef told me that I was obsessing over it. I promised her that I wouldn’t bring it up again.
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”This girl is no good for you. She’s taking your focus away from hockey.” Oh god, not this again. Ever since the disaster that was the Olympics my mother had been telling me that somehow what happened in Vancouver was Nef’s fault. She was trying to convince me that Nef was a distraction that resulted in me playing terribly.
It’s been months. Why hasn’t she figured it out yet? I want to be with Nef. I want her around me. I want to share my life with her.
At her parents’ party I got to meet more of her family members and more of the people that were close to her.
“And who is this handsome young man?” her maternal grandmother asked.
“Jaddah, this is Alexander. Babe, this is my Jaddah, my grandmother.”
Her grandmother’s name was Nefetari, like Nefertiti and Nefetiri but a little different. There was a family naming convention with the girls. Those three names alternated through each female child born through the maternal line. So almost every girl born on that side of Nef’s immediate family had one of those three names. How did her father keep up with this? I was glad that Nef was the only girl. I don’t think I could have handled her having a sister with a name that similar.
“So if we have daughter she already have a name?” Holy crap where did that come from? I can’t believe I just asked that in a room full of her family members. It’s only been 6 months, slow down Sasha.
“Yes,” Nef responded. “Nefetari will be her first name. Alexandrovich will be her middle name and Semin is her last name.”
She smiled at me. Had she been thinking about this? It just seemed so natural for me to bring it up. Nefetari Alexandrovich Semina. I like it. What would we name our son?
“What if we have three girls? Or more?”
“Then one will have the same first name as my mother and one would have the same first name as me but hold on partner. I only want two kids: one boy and one girl.” She pointed two fingers at me emphasize her point.
“But I want lots! Like the Dugger lady, she has 19.”
“The hell you do!” She said. Her eyes were wide with shock as I started laughing.
When I told her I was joking she hit me on the side of the head. I didn’t really want 19 kids but I did want to pay her back for forcing me to watch that silly show with her. I could see myself having children with Nef. She would look beautiful with her belly swollen with my child.
Her grandmother laughed at us. She said that we amused her. The women in Nef’s family seemed to fall in love with me. I tried to be as charming as I could. One day I might need these women as allies.
Nef and I seemed to fall into a routine. We spent a lot of time together and before I knew it April had come and we were preparing for the playoffs.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Chapter 28 – Streaking/ Snowpocalypse
Sasha’s POV
We were on an amazing streak. Nine games in a row. Nef and I were also streaking….not that kind of streaking you pervert. Everything was going well between us. I was worried that opposition from my mother might drive a wedge between us but Nef was a pro at dealing with it. She was always polite and well mannered. She ignored the rude things my mother said to her and when my mother got too out of hand I stepped in to rectify the situation. Her and my dad got along great.
I had found that most people either loved Nef or hated her. There was no in between. She was a wonderful girl who was always true to herself. It was one of the things that drew me to her. She didn’t change for me. She didn’t pamper or placate me. When I did something she didn’t like she told me. When I was in a funky mood and taking it out on her she let me know. She never backed down from me and she never let me push her around.
My mother was sitting in the kitchen talking to Aunt Tanya.
”I don’t like this girl,” My mother said. ”She is no good for my son.”
”Have you met her? Talked to her at all?”
”She comes here now but I don’t talk to her often. I have told him that I do not approve.”
”Well he seems to want to keep her around. At least she is a smart girl not some of these trashy things that seem to flock to our sons.”
I walked into the kitchen to grab a soda from the fridge. ”She’s not going anywhere anytime soon Mom.” The sooner you get that the sooner we can move on and be happy. I love my mom and I’m happy with my girlfriend I want nothing more than for the two of them to get along.
I went upstairs to get dressed. A few of the guys were going out to celebrate the streak. We wanted to celebrate for a few hours; nothing too insane, just enough for us to relax. Tomorrow we had a game and then we were flying out for mentor/dads trip with games in Boston and New York.
Maybe all my mom needed were a few days alone to sort this whole thing out.
Nef’s POV
12 wins. Holy crap, the boys have won 12 games in a row. It’s almost unreal. I’ve never seen them so happy. The dad and mentors road trip had come to an end and the guys fly home late last night. Tonight they were playing the Thrashers. After class Jesse and I went to an early dinner at the Green Turtle before the game. That place was a mad house. Screaming fans were everywhere. Instead of staying until the game started we opted to go to our seats early. I sent Sasha a text wishing him luck and telling him to play well.
Come down to the hall in front of the locker room. his response said.
Jesse and I walked to the lower level of Verizon Center were we were met by an usher. He escorted us down the hall where Sasha was waiting. He was dressed in his compression gear and tennis shoes. The guys had just finished the soccer game they played in the hall before every game.
“Good luck,” I kissed him. “Play well tonight.”
We only had a few minutes together before he had to go and get dressed. I’d be spending the weekend with him. His parents were going to out for the weekend to spend time together. Monday would be spent with his mom and dad and then on Tuesday the Caps left for a three game road trip. Most of the boys would be coming home but the Olympians would fly out to Vancouver. After Monday morning I wouldn’t see him for almost a month.
It’s only for a little while I said. Think of it as practice for the summer. Fuck…the summer. Sasha would be going back to Russia for the summer. I was hoping for a long playoff run so that I would have to say good bye to him until June. He told me that he wanted me to visit him in Russia and that he also wanted us to go on a vacation together.
I was planning to visit him in Russia in July and for us to go on a vacation together in August. I wanted to take him to Egypt. He told me that he’d been before but I didn’t want to take him to a tourist trap. I wanted him to see the wonder that is Egyptian life away from the glitz and glam added to attract tourists.
The boys played well against the Thrashers. At one point they were up 4 – 1 but Sasha turned over the puck on the power play springing Peverley for a breakaway. Sasha sprinted up the ice trying to stop him. Michal Neuvirth stopped the shot but Sasha came barreling into him pushing him and the puck into the net. It was pretty funny to see the two of them sprawled on top of each other in the net. I saw both Michal and Sasha shrug and laugh it off. Mike Green scored an empty net goal and the final score was 5 – 2.
Later, after the media interviews I was sitting in the family lounge waiting for Sasha to finish up. Michal came in to pick up his dad.
“Baby face,” I called him that because he looked like he was about 12 years old.
“Sasha owes you dinner for that second goal.”
“Definitely,” he said laughing.
Sasha was only a few feet behind him.
“I made a mistake. I sorry!”
“I want lobster,” Michal said. “A nice big lobster!”
Sasha’s POV
This was my last weekend alone with Nef for the next month. The trip with my dad had been fun and we had been able to really connect and talk. We didn’t always have the chance to just talk about life – our conversations tending to focus on hockey because it was such a big part of my life. Lately I had been almost desperate to talk to him about the feelings that were developing between Nef and I. I craved being around her. I craved the time we spent together whether or not we were having sex or if we just watched television. Hell I even liked it when we would just be in the same room together. I’m a sap I know.
It was nice to talk to my dad about it. He said it was the normal progression of our relationship. I’d be 26 in less than a month’s time and it was time to begin to take life a little bit more seriously.
My parents were gone for the weekend so Nefertiti and I would be completely alone. She never wanted to do too much when my parents were in the house. She didn’t want them to hear us and she said it was disrespectful. I had tried to convince her that it was fine and that my parents…at least my dad understood that we were adults with an active sex life. My mom liked to pretend that Nef didn’t exist. I suppose it’s better than what was happening before. At least this way there was peace at home.
“Tired?” Nef asked me as we walked up the stairs to my bedroom.
“No, not really.”
“Good. I want you to strip and sit on the bed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
She took the tote bag that she’d been carrying and went to the master bathroom leaving me to undress. I stripped down to my underwear and sat at the foot of the bed. I didn’t know what she was planning. Through the bathroom door she asked me to push the play button on the stereo system. When I did Egyptian belly dancing music began to play. She was going to dance for me!
Ever since Nef told me that she knew how to belly dance I had been asking her to dance for me. I had been to Egypt once before and I saw belly dancing performances. They were sultry and very appealing.
She opened the door to the bathroom and stood in the door way. She was wearing a black and silver costume with a long black scarf draped over her arms and body (AN:picture at the end of the chapter). The light from bathroom cast a glow around her. Her skin looked like warm honey waiting to be devoured. The dance she performed was slow and sinfully arousing. Her body moved like a snake slithering and sliding around me. She used the long scarf to pull me closer to her as her hips swiveled against mine. When I reached out to touch her she used the scarf to bind my hands.
I quickly grew to love watching her dance. She seemed to focus all of her attention onto me. By the time she finished I was rock hard and wanting her. I held out my arms for her to unwrap the scarf and I grabbed her as soon as my hands were free.
I couldn’t wait to ravish her. Sometimes our love making was fast and rough; other times it was slow and intense. It was always satisfying. Nef was amazing in bed. She was attentive and involved, vary rarely just laying back. There had been times when I left her I was covered in scratches and bite marks. There were times when she was covered as well.
There were bruises on her thighs and hips that were fading from the last time we’d been together. Last weekend I had convinced her to break her no sex while my parents were home rule. Well not quite convinced. We had been playing around in my room when she pushed me to the floor. I chased her around the house before finally catching her and pinning her to my bed. I had teased her for upwards of an hour before she finally begged me to take her. With her face bury in a pillow to silence her screams I pounded into her. My hands gripped her hips and thighs to give me a better angle for thrusting.
The next morning when I woke up for practice I noticed that she had bruises. I immediately apologized. I felt terrible for hurting her. I was sure that she would be angry with me for being so forceful. She hadn't been; instead she told me that she enjoyed how rough and uninhibited I had been with her.
“I don’t think you meant to hurt me,” she said. “I liked what we did. It was fun.”
Nef’s POV
There was something touching my face. It was warm and a little wet. I felt it on my left cheek, then on my right cheek. Ugh come on now, it’s too early. I scrunched my nose and turned my head away from it only to have it touch the tip of my nose. Stop it! I opened one eye to see Sasha smiling down at me then I felt it touch the eye that was still closed. His lips. It was his lips planting soft kisses all over my face. No. Sleep. Why are you awake?
I looked at the bedside clock and saw that we would have to get up soon. He had practice this morning. His phone rang and he reached across me to grab it.
“Practice canceled? Why?” he asked who ever was on the other end of the phone.
He moved from the bed and opened the curtains letting in a flood of bright light. I pulled the blanket over my head to cover my eyes. I heard him giggle and tell me to come and look out the window. There was a blanket of snow over everything. It had been snowing last night when we left Verizon Center and by this morning there was a few feet of snow on the ground.
“Snow!” he shouted. He looked like a kid in a candy store.
Sasha was excited. Really excited. We don’t get this kind of snow too frequently in this area. Being from Siberia he’s used to getting lots of snow every winter. He wanted to go outside and play but I shook my head and told him to wait until after breakfast. His version of breakfast was grabbing a granola bar and a glass of orange juice.
“Come outside with me!” he pleaded.
The things I go through for this boy. I couldn’t say no to him. As soon as we were through the back door door I ended up on my back in the snow with Sasha grinning. I scooped up a handful of snow and launched the poorly formed ball at him. It hit him in the chest. We chased each other around the backyard pelting snowballs after snowball until our clothes were soaked through.
I changed into a pair of sweat pants and his red Washington caps hoodie before crawling back into bed. Every time I stayed with Sasha I managed to steal a pair of his sweats or one of his hoodies to lounge around in.
“You have your own clothes; why you take mine?”
“Because they smell like you,” I answered.
He looked at me strangely, almost like he wanted to call me crazy.
“It’s a girl thing. I like your scent, they way you smell so I want to have it with me…kinda like how you’ve taken a pair of my panties.”
“I not take your panties.”
Yes, he had. He had taken a pair with him on the road. I know because Ovie sent me a picture message of Sasha sleeping with them wrapped around his fingers.
“So then the panties in this picture aren’t mine?”
I showed him the picture on my phone and he blushed at being caught. They damn well better be mine. Later that day Sasha and I cooked dinner together; more like I cooked and he fumbled around the kitchen. His cooking pretty much consisted of cooking pasta and grilling meat.
Thanks to the snow Sasha and I got another two days alone. Work and classes for me were canceled on Monday and Tuesday and his parents had to fly directly into Vancouver instead of coming back to DC. Valeri had stayed in New York after the Dads/mentors trip trip and Tatiana has flown up to meet him. I drove Sasha to the airport on Tuesday for the team flight to Montreal. I waited around with him until the guys boarded the plane.
“Ya vizshu tebya vo sne,” he whispered in my ear as he leaned in for one more kiss.
I’ll see you in my dreams. Dreams would have to do for the next couple of weeks. I like to think that I am not an overly emotional person but as soon as Sasha was on the plane and out of my site I started crying. What the hell is wrong with me? He’s only going to be gone for a couple of weeks.
The drive home was slow thanks to the mountains of snow that was still piled along the highway and streets. There were forecasts for more snow. Being snowed in with Sasha is so much better than being snowed in without him.
Later that night I was laying face down on my bed. I wasn’t exactly waiting for Sasha to call me…that would have been border line pathetic.
“What’s wrong?” I heard Jesse ask as she walked into my room.
“Sasha left for a road trip.” My words were mumbled because my face was pressed into the mattress.
“When will he be back?”
“March.”
I told Jesse that Sasha was leaving from Columbus to head to Vancouver.
“That has to be rough with all the time that you two spend together.”
“We don’t spend that much time together,” I argued. I didn’t think we did.
“And exactly how many nights have you slept in your bed without him since December?”
I thought back and she was right. December had marked a turning point in our relationship without us even realizing it. We’d grow closer and more intimate in our relationship. The number of nights that I had slept alone since December were pretty much the nights that Sasha was away on a road trip. We only live about a half hour from each other so it was nothing for us to frequently drive to each other’s places.
My one consolation was I took Sasha’s red caps hoodie when I left his place this morning. I pulled it on a crawled under my blankets. Maybe I could sleep through the snow storm and the Olympic Break.
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Nef's Costume
We were on an amazing streak. Nine games in a row. Nef and I were also streaking….not that kind of streaking you pervert. Everything was going well between us. I was worried that opposition from my mother might drive a wedge between us but Nef was a pro at dealing with it. She was always polite and well mannered. She ignored the rude things my mother said to her and when my mother got too out of hand I stepped in to rectify the situation. Her and my dad got along great.
I had found that most people either loved Nef or hated her. There was no in between. She was a wonderful girl who was always true to herself. It was one of the things that drew me to her. She didn’t change for me. She didn’t pamper or placate me. When I did something she didn’t like she told me. When I was in a funky mood and taking it out on her she let me know. She never backed down from me and she never let me push her around.
My mother was sitting in the kitchen talking to Aunt Tanya.
”I don’t like this girl,” My mother said. ”She is no good for my son.”
”Have you met her? Talked to her at all?”
”She comes here now but I don’t talk to her often. I have told him that I do not approve.”
”Well he seems to want to keep her around. At least she is a smart girl not some of these trashy things that seem to flock to our sons.”
I walked into the kitchen to grab a soda from the fridge. ”She’s not going anywhere anytime soon Mom.” The sooner you get that the sooner we can move on and be happy. I love my mom and I’m happy with my girlfriend I want nothing more than for the two of them to get along.
I went upstairs to get dressed. A few of the guys were going out to celebrate the streak. We wanted to celebrate for a few hours; nothing too insane, just enough for us to relax. Tomorrow we had a game and then we were flying out for mentor/dads trip with games in Boston and New York.
Maybe all my mom needed were a few days alone to sort this whole thing out.
Nef’s POV
12 wins. Holy crap, the boys have won 12 games in a row. It’s almost unreal. I’ve never seen them so happy. The dad and mentors road trip had come to an end and the guys fly home late last night. Tonight they were playing the Thrashers. After class Jesse and I went to an early dinner at the Green Turtle before the game. That place was a mad house. Screaming fans were everywhere. Instead of staying until the game started we opted to go to our seats early. I sent Sasha a text wishing him luck and telling him to play well.
Come down to the hall in front of the locker room. his response said.
Jesse and I walked to the lower level of Verizon Center were we were met by an usher. He escorted us down the hall where Sasha was waiting. He was dressed in his compression gear and tennis shoes. The guys had just finished the soccer game they played in the hall before every game.
“Good luck,” I kissed him. “Play well tonight.”
We only had a few minutes together before he had to go and get dressed. I’d be spending the weekend with him. His parents were going to out for the weekend to spend time together. Monday would be spent with his mom and dad and then on Tuesday the Caps left for a three game road trip. Most of the boys would be coming home but the Olympians would fly out to Vancouver. After Monday morning I wouldn’t see him for almost a month.
It’s only for a little while I said. Think of it as practice for the summer. Fuck…the summer. Sasha would be going back to Russia for the summer. I was hoping for a long playoff run so that I would have to say good bye to him until June. He told me that he wanted me to visit him in Russia and that he also wanted us to go on a vacation together.
I was planning to visit him in Russia in July and for us to go on a vacation together in August. I wanted to take him to Egypt. He told me that he’d been before but I didn’t want to take him to a tourist trap. I wanted him to see the wonder that is Egyptian life away from the glitz and glam added to attract tourists.
The boys played well against the Thrashers. At one point they were up 4 – 1 but Sasha turned over the puck on the power play springing Peverley for a breakaway. Sasha sprinted up the ice trying to stop him. Michal Neuvirth stopped the shot but Sasha came barreling into him pushing him and the puck into the net. It was pretty funny to see the two of them sprawled on top of each other in the net. I saw both Michal and Sasha shrug and laugh it off. Mike Green scored an empty net goal and the final score was 5 – 2.
Later, after the media interviews I was sitting in the family lounge waiting for Sasha to finish up. Michal came in to pick up his dad.
“Baby face,” I called him that because he looked like he was about 12 years old.
“Sasha owes you dinner for that second goal.”
“Definitely,” he said laughing.
Sasha was only a few feet behind him.
“I made a mistake. I sorry!”
“I want lobster,” Michal said. “A nice big lobster!”
Sasha’s POV
This was my last weekend alone with Nef for the next month. The trip with my dad had been fun and we had been able to really connect and talk. We didn’t always have the chance to just talk about life – our conversations tending to focus on hockey because it was such a big part of my life. Lately I had been almost desperate to talk to him about the feelings that were developing between Nef and I. I craved being around her. I craved the time we spent together whether or not we were having sex or if we just watched television. Hell I even liked it when we would just be in the same room together. I’m a sap I know.
It was nice to talk to my dad about it. He said it was the normal progression of our relationship. I’d be 26 in less than a month’s time and it was time to begin to take life a little bit more seriously.
My parents were gone for the weekend so Nefertiti and I would be completely alone. She never wanted to do too much when my parents were in the house. She didn’t want them to hear us and she said it was disrespectful. I had tried to convince her that it was fine and that my parents…at least my dad understood that we were adults with an active sex life. My mom liked to pretend that Nef didn’t exist. I suppose it’s better than what was happening before. At least this way there was peace at home.
“Tired?” Nef asked me as we walked up the stairs to my bedroom.
“No, not really.”
“Good. I want you to strip and sit on the bed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
She took the tote bag that she’d been carrying and went to the master bathroom leaving me to undress. I stripped down to my underwear and sat at the foot of the bed. I didn’t know what she was planning. Through the bathroom door she asked me to push the play button on the stereo system. When I did Egyptian belly dancing music began to play. She was going to dance for me!
Ever since Nef told me that she knew how to belly dance I had been asking her to dance for me. I had been to Egypt once before and I saw belly dancing performances. They were sultry and very appealing.
She opened the door to the bathroom and stood in the door way. She was wearing a black and silver costume with a long black scarf draped over her arms and body (AN:picture at the end of the chapter). The light from bathroom cast a glow around her. Her skin looked like warm honey waiting to be devoured. The dance she performed was slow and sinfully arousing. Her body moved like a snake slithering and sliding around me. She used the long scarf to pull me closer to her as her hips swiveled against mine. When I reached out to touch her she used the scarf to bind my hands.
I quickly grew to love watching her dance. She seemed to focus all of her attention onto me. By the time she finished I was rock hard and wanting her. I held out my arms for her to unwrap the scarf and I grabbed her as soon as my hands were free.
I couldn’t wait to ravish her. Sometimes our love making was fast and rough; other times it was slow and intense. It was always satisfying. Nef was amazing in bed. She was attentive and involved, vary rarely just laying back. There had been times when I left her I was covered in scratches and bite marks. There were times when she was covered as well.
There were bruises on her thighs and hips that were fading from the last time we’d been together. Last weekend I had convinced her to break her no sex while my parents were home rule. Well not quite convinced. We had been playing around in my room when she pushed me to the floor. I chased her around the house before finally catching her and pinning her to my bed. I had teased her for upwards of an hour before she finally begged me to take her. With her face bury in a pillow to silence her screams I pounded into her. My hands gripped her hips and thighs to give me a better angle for thrusting.
The next morning when I woke up for practice I noticed that she had bruises. I immediately apologized. I felt terrible for hurting her. I was sure that she would be angry with me for being so forceful. She hadn't been; instead she told me that she enjoyed how rough and uninhibited I had been with her.
“I don’t think you meant to hurt me,” she said. “I liked what we did. It was fun.”
Nef’s POV
There was something touching my face. It was warm and a little wet. I felt it on my left cheek, then on my right cheek. Ugh come on now, it’s too early. I scrunched my nose and turned my head away from it only to have it touch the tip of my nose. Stop it! I opened one eye to see Sasha smiling down at me then I felt it touch the eye that was still closed. His lips. It was his lips planting soft kisses all over my face. No. Sleep. Why are you awake?
I looked at the bedside clock and saw that we would have to get up soon. He had practice this morning. His phone rang and he reached across me to grab it.
“Practice canceled? Why?” he asked who ever was on the other end of the phone.
He moved from the bed and opened the curtains letting in a flood of bright light. I pulled the blanket over my head to cover my eyes. I heard him giggle and tell me to come and look out the window. There was a blanket of snow over everything. It had been snowing last night when we left Verizon Center and by this morning there was a few feet of snow on the ground.
“Snow!” he shouted. He looked like a kid in a candy store.
Sasha was excited. Really excited. We don’t get this kind of snow too frequently in this area. Being from Siberia he’s used to getting lots of snow every winter. He wanted to go outside and play but I shook my head and told him to wait until after breakfast. His version of breakfast was grabbing a granola bar and a glass of orange juice.
“Come outside with me!” he pleaded.
The things I go through for this boy. I couldn’t say no to him. As soon as we were through the back door door I ended up on my back in the snow with Sasha grinning. I scooped up a handful of snow and launched the poorly formed ball at him. It hit him in the chest. We chased each other around the backyard pelting snowballs after snowball until our clothes were soaked through.
I changed into a pair of sweat pants and his red Washington caps hoodie before crawling back into bed. Every time I stayed with Sasha I managed to steal a pair of his sweats or one of his hoodies to lounge around in.
“You have your own clothes; why you take mine?”
“Because they smell like you,” I answered.
He looked at me strangely, almost like he wanted to call me crazy.
“It’s a girl thing. I like your scent, they way you smell so I want to have it with me…kinda like how you’ve taken a pair of my panties.”
“I not take your panties.”
Yes, he had. He had taken a pair with him on the road. I know because Ovie sent me a picture message of Sasha sleeping with them wrapped around his fingers.
“So then the panties in this picture aren’t mine?”
I showed him the picture on my phone and he blushed at being caught. They damn well better be mine. Later that day Sasha and I cooked dinner together; more like I cooked and he fumbled around the kitchen. His cooking pretty much consisted of cooking pasta and grilling meat.
Thanks to the snow Sasha and I got another two days alone. Work and classes for me were canceled on Monday and Tuesday and his parents had to fly directly into Vancouver instead of coming back to DC. Valeri had stayed in New York after the Dads/mentors trip trip and Tatiana has flown up to meet him. I drove Sasha to the airport on Tuesday for the team flight to Montreal. I waited around with him until the guys boarded the plane.
“Ya vizshu tebya vo sne,” he whispered in my ear as he leaned in for one more kiss.
I’ll see you in my dreams. Dreams would have to do for the next couple of weeks. I like to think that I am not an overly emotional person but as soon as Sasha was on the plane and out of my site I started crying. What the hell is wrong with me? He’s only going to be gone for a couple of weeks.
The drive home was slow thanks to the mountains of snow that was still piled along the highway and streets. There were forecasts for more snow. Being snowed in with Sasha is so much better than being snowed in without him.
Later that night I was laying face down on my bed. I wasn’t exactly waiting for Sasha to call me…that would have been border line pathetic.
“What’s wrong?” I heard Jesse ask as she walked into my room.
“Sasha left for a road trip.” My words were mumbled because my face was pressed into the mattress.
“When will he be back?”
“March.”
I told Jesse that Sasha was leaving from Columbus to head to Vancouver.
“That has to be rough with all the time that you two spend together.”
“We don’t spend that much time together,” I argued. I didn’t think we did.
“And exactly how many nights have you slept in your bed without him since December?”
I thought back and she was right. December had marked a turning point in our relationship without us even realizing it. We’d grow closer and more intimate in our relationship. The number of nights that I had slept alone since December were pretty much the nights that Sasha was away on a road trip. We only live about a half hour from each other so it was nothing for us to frequently drive to each other’s places.
My one consolation was I took Sasha’s red caps hoodie when I left his place this morning. I pulled it on a crawled under my blankets. Maybe I could sleep through the snow storm and the Olympic Break.
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Nef's Costume
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Chapter 27 – Caution: I may have the sudden urge to kiss you. Be prepared.
Nef’s POV
Classes have started again and I sure I want to shoot myself in the face. It’s only the first week of spring semester and I already want to die. I was currently lying across Sasha’s bed on my stomach with my nose buried in my International Relations textbook. My professor had assigned 6 chapters to read in 2 days with a problem set on those chapters due in class on the following Monday. Sasha rested his head on my butt watching some random Russian DVD. I hadn’t bothered to ask him about it.
January was almost over. The Caps were in the midst of an 8 game win streak. They were playing the Panthers the following day with the chance to push the win streak to nine. Sasha’s bedroom door was open and his mother would periodically walk by and glare at me. I did my best to ignore her. It had after all been my idea for me to send time with Sasha at his place. I felt guilty about the amount of time that Sasha spent with me. I wouldn’t have felt guilty if his parents hadn’t been here.
“You should be spending more time at home,” I argued.
“I do spend time at home.”
“How? You’re with me just about every other day.”
I had learned that arguing with Sasha wasn’t the way to get him to do what I wanted. He may have been submissive when we played in the bedroom but he was defiant in our relationship. He acted like a typical guy and would do the exact opposite of what I told him. I needed to be a little more subtle.
“Okay. I don’t want to feel guilty about keeping you from your family. Let’s not give your mom anymore reason to hate me.”
“You not keeping me from my family. I spend more time with them when you start classes again.”
I exhaled slowly. “How about we spend a little bit more time at your place?”
Today had been a perfect example of our compromise. He’d spent time with his mom and dad earlier in the day and after classes and work I came over to spend time with him. I had been talking to his father more. He was surprisingly easy to talk to. We talked about school, about my grandfather’s global investment firm, and strangely enough we talked about hockey as well.
”You understand hockey very well for someone who has never played,” he told me.
”I’ve been watching it for a very long time. I pay attention to things. I study them.”
We’d been talking about Sasha’s game as of late. He’d been playing extremely well. It seemed like he had a focus that hadn’t been there before.
”He’s playing well to impress you.”
I felt Sasha push up my shirt and place a kiss on the small of my back. I flipped the page in my textbook and continued reading. A few moments later I felt Sasha’s hand slide from under his cheek where it rested on my butt to under my shirt just below my bra strap. I turned my head to glance at him; his eyes focused intently on the TV. I turned back to my textbook and I felt his fingers inch toward the clasp.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Huh?” he said, his hands stilling. “Think about what?”
Right. Mr. Innocent. Not likely. Closing my textbook I laid my head down on the bed.
“Finished?”
“Yes, I’m d--.”
Before I could finish saying the word done Sasha's fingers had unsnapped my bra. He had gotten better at undoing the clasp. I don’t know if I should be proud or not. More than once he had walked up behind me and unsnapped my bra. He thought it was cute and funny. More than once I had whacked him on the head for it.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
I felt him shift to kneel beside me. He hands framed my face and he pulled me up for a kiss, his tongue mapping every inch of my mouth. He turned me over onto my back and straddled me.
“What are you doing?” I stopped his hands from pulling off my shirt.
“What it look like I doing?”
I looked toward the open door make sure that his parents hadn’t seen us.
“Not while your parents are home.” No. Hell no. Not gonna happen buddy.
He got up and closed and locked the door.
“Is fine.”
While he was up I managed to re-clasp my bra. “No, not fine. I’m not having sex with you here.”
He crawled onto the bed attaching is lips to the sensitive spot just behind my left ear. I tried to push him away but he’s a hell of a lot stronger than I am. His forearms pinned me down on the bed.
“No Sasha. Stop it right now.”
His lips moved down my next to the swell of my breasts. Once he was close enough I reached out and pinched his nipple. He hummed in his throat but made no move to stop. Fine, be hard headed. I told him to stop once again and when he didn’t I twisted his nipple, hard. He yelped pulling away from me. His nipples were super sensitive.
“Ow, that hurt.”
“It was supposed to. I said no. Not while your parents are home.”
His expression was wounded. It wasn’t very often that I refused him but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. What if they heard?
“But it been so long,” he whined.
“It’s been four days.” It had not been a long time.
“Four long days! I can’t take all the teasing.”
“What teasing? I haven’t done anything.” I was wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his sweat pants. I was pretty much as unsexy as I could possibly be.
“You here in my bed, wearing my clothes. It make me want you.”
”So you’re saying I shouldn’t come over anymore?” I teased.
”No, I’m saying you should be naked when you do come over.”
He lunged at me. This time his hands went to the waist band of the sweat pants I wore. I scrambled off the bed and fell to the floor with a loud thud in my haste to get away from him. I landed on my butt and he leaned over the side of the bed laughing.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine. My huge butt softened the fall.”
There was a knock at the door. “Sashaka, are you okay?” It was his mother.
“Da,” he said extending his hand to help me back onto the bed.
Instead of allowing him to pull me back onto the bed I pulled him on to the floor beside me. He fell with a harder thud. I ran to the door, unlocked it, and yanked it open. I could feel him bearing down on me. I blew pass Tatiana not stopping to apologize. Once I reached the top of the stairs I heard him yell “You are so dead!” Whatever! You’ll have to catch me first.
I ran down the steps as fast as I could only to slip at the bottom. I grabbed the banister to stop from face planting. Running in socks on a hardwood floor is never a good idea. Tatiana had stopped him in the hall asking what was going on. It bought me a few more seconds. Shit! Where could I hide from him? I made it to the kitchen and saw the garage door. It had a weird deadbolt that needed a key to be unlocked from inside the house. They always kept the key in the lock. I heard Sasha thundering down the steps, sprinting through the foyer and the living room.
Damn he could move fast. Note to self: You cannot out run a professional athlete. I took the key from the lock and hid in the garage. I locked the deadbolt from the other side of the door. Sasha pulled on the door knob but he couldn’t open the door.
“Open door,” he said laughing.
“No, not a chance,” I was panting from running through the house laughing.
“Open door and I be nice. I promise.”
Not gonna fall for that. As soon as I opened the door I was going to be in a world of trouble. Sasha, sweetie, you’re not a very good liar. He had to go to bed sooner or later, right? I mean he did have a game tomorrow. I could just wait him out. I sat down on the floor by the door to wait. He stood there banging on the door for about 5 minutes before I heard him ruffling through the kitchen drawers. I guess he was looking for the spare key. He swore when he couldn’t find it. I laughed at him yelling that he would have to do better than that if he wanted to catch me.
A few minutes later I heard the garage door start move. No, he wouldn’t. It’s January. He wouldn’t do that. I felt a huge gust of cold air hit my back. He did! Asshole! Not fair. The main door was opening and by the time it was fully open I was shivering. I could hear his high pitched cackle through the door. I had two options: I could open the door and face the music or I could freeze my ass off until he got bored. It didn’t take me long to come to a decision. My family is from the desert. We do not do well with cold weather. I unlocked the door and pushed it open.
He was sitting at the island counter smirking. I put the deadbolt key back in the lock and wrapped my arms around myself. Damn, it was cold. He held out his hand beckoning me to him but I frowned and shook my head. He walked toward me and wrapped his arms around me. His skin was so warm! He held me until I stopped shivering and then he threw me over his shoulder carrying me back upstairs to his room.
We passed his parents’ bedroom door and I grabbed the door frame holding on to it. ”Valeri! Help! Save me!” I shouted. He laughed and told me that I was on my own. I couldn’t hold onto the door frame for long. Sasha was just too strong. After entering his room he turned to lock his bedroom door. He tossed me on the bed and stood beside me with his hands on his hips.
“Bad Neffy. Bad Girl.”
I smiled up at him batting my eyelashes. “It was funny, admit it!”
“I show you funny.”
This time when he pinned me to the bed he made sure that I couldn’t reach his nipples to pinch him. His massive forearms and thighs pinned me to the bed and I was immobile. He’d never used his full strength with me but this time he did. I couldn’t move unless he allowed me to move.
“You mine now.” Uh-oh. I’m in trouble.
Classes have started again and I sure I want to shoot myself in the face. It’s only the first week of spring semester and I already want to die. I was currently lying across Sasha’s bed on my stomach with my nose buried in my International Relations textbook. My professor had assigned 6 chapters to read in 2 days with a problem set on those chapters due in class on the following Monday. Sasha rested his head on my butt watching some random Russian DVD. I hadn’t bothered to ask him about it.
January was almost over. The Caps were in the midst of an 8 game win streak. They were playing the Panthers the following day with the chance to push the win streak to nine. Sasha’s bedroom door was open and his mother would periodically walk by and glare at me. I did my best to ignore her. It had after all been my idea for me to send time with Sasha at his place. I felt guilty about the amount of time that Sasha spent with me. I wouldn’t have felt guilty if his parents hadn’t been here.
“You should be spending more time at home,” I argued.
“I do spend time at home.”
“How? You’re with me just about every other day.”
I had learned that arguing with Sasha wasn’t the way to get him to do what I wanted. He may have been submissive when we played in the bedroom but he was defiant in our relationship. He acted like a typical guy and would do the exact opposite of what I told him. I needed to be a little more subtle.
“Okay. I don’t want to feel guilty about keeping you from your family. Let’s not give your mom anymore reason to hate me.”
“You not keeping me from my family. I spend more time with them when you start classes again.”
I exhaled slowly. “How about we spend a little bit more time at your place?”
Today had been a perfect example of our compromise. He’d spent time with his mom and dad earlier in the day and after classes and work I came over to spend time with him. I had been talking to his father more. He was surprisingly easy to talk to. We talked about school, about my grandfather’s global investment firm, and strangely enough we talked about hockey as well.
”You understand hockey very well for someone who has never played,” he told me.
”I’ve been watching it for a very long time. I pay attention to things. I study them.”
We’d been talking about Sasha’s game as of late. He’d been playing extremely well. It seemed like he had a focus that hadn’t been there before.
”He’s playing well to impress you.”
I felt Sasha push up my shirt and place a kiss on the small of my back. I flipped the page in my textbook and continued reading. A few moments later I felt Sasha’s hand slide from under his cheek where it rested on my butt to under my shirt just below my bra strap. I turned my head to glance at him; his eyes focused intently on the TV. I turned back to my textbook and I felt his fingers inch toward the clasp.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Huh?” he said, his hands stilling. “Think about what?”
Right. Mr. Innocent. Not likely. Closing my textbook I laid my head down on the bed.
“Finished?”
“Yes, I’m d--.”
Before I could finish saying the word done Sasha's fingers had unsnapped my bra. He had gotten better at undoing the clasp. I don’t know if I should be proud or not. More than once he had walked up behind me and unsnapped my bra. He thought it was cute and funny. More than once I had whacked him on the head for it.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
I felt him shift to kneel beside me. He hands framed my face and he pulled me up for a kiss, his tongue mapping every inch of my mouth. He turned me over onto my back and straddled me.
“What are you doing?” I stopped his hands from pulling off my shirt.
“What it look like I doing?”
I looked toward the open door make sure that his parents hadn’t seen us.
“Not while your parents are home.” No. Hell no. Not gonna happen buddy.
He got up and closed and locked the door.
“Is fine.”
While he was up I managed to re-clasp my bra. “No, not fine. I’m not having sex with you here.”
He crawled onto the bed attaching is lips to the sensitive spot just behind my left ear. I tried to push him away but he’s a hell of a lot stronger than I am. His forearms pinned me down on the bed.
“No Sasha. Stop it right now.”
His lips moved down my next to the swell of my breasts. Once he was close enough I reached out and pinched his nipple. He hummed in his throat but made no move to stop. Fine, be hard headed. I told him to stop once again and when he didn’t I twisted his nipple, hard. He yelped pulling away from me. His nipples were super sensitive.
“Ow, that hurt.”
“It was supposed to. I said no. Not while your parents are home.”
His expression was wounded. It wasn’t very often that I refused him but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. What if they heard?
“But it been so long,” he whined.
“It’s been four days.” It had not been a long time.
“Four long days! I can’t take all the teasing.”
“What teasing? I haven’t done anything.” I was wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his sweat pants. I was pretty much as unsexy as I could possibly be.
“You here in my bed, wearing my clothes. It make me want you.”
”So you’re saying I shouldn’t come over anymore?” I teased.
”No, I’m saying you should be naked when you do come over.”
He lunged at me. This time his hands went to the waist band of the sweat pants I wore. I scrambled off the bed and fell to the floor with a loud thud in my haste to get away from him. I landed on my butt and he leaned over the side of the bed laughing.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine. My huge butt softened the fall.”
There was a knock at the door. “Sashaka, are you okay?” It was his mother.
“Da,” he said extending his hand to help me back onto the bed.
Instead of allowing him to pull me back onto the bed I pulled him on to the floor beside me. He fell with a harder thud. I ran to the door, unlocked it, and yanked it open. I could feel him bearing down on me. I blew pass Tatiana not stopping to apologize. Once I reached the top of the stairs I heard him yell “You are so dead!” Whatever! You’ll have to catch me first.
I ran down the steps as fast as I could only to slip at the bottom. I grabbed the banister to stop from face planting. Running in socks on a hardwood floor is never a good idea. Tatiana had stopped him in the hall asking what was going on. It bought me a few more seconds. Shit! Where could I hide from him? I made it to the kitchen and saw the garage door. It had a weird deadbolt that needed a key to be unlocked from inside the house. They always kept the key in the lock. I heard Sasha thundering down the steps, sprinting through the foyer and the living room.
Damn he could move fast. Note to self: You cannot out run a professional athlete. I took the key from the lock and hid in the garage. I locked the deadbolt from the other side of the door. Sasha pulled on the door knob but he couldn’t open the door.
“Open door,” he said laughing.
“No, not a chance,” I was panting from running through the house laughing.
“Open door and I be nice. I promise.”
Not gonna fall for that. As soon as I opened the door I was going to be in a world of trouble. Sasha, sweetie, you’re not a very good liar. He had to go to bed sooner or later, right? I mean he did have a game tomorrow. I could just wait him out. I sat down on the floor by the door to wait. He stood there banging on the door for about 5 minutes before I heard him ruffling through the kitchen drawers. I guess he was looking for the spare key. He swore when he couldn’t find it. I laughed at him yelling that he would have to do better than that if he wanted to catch me.
A few minutes later I heard the garage door start move. No, he wouldn’t. It’s January. He wouldn’t do that. I felt a huge gust of cold air hit my back. He did! Asshole! Not fair. The main door was opening and by the time it was fully open I was shivering. I could hear his high pitched cackle through the door. I had two options: I could open the door and face the music or I could freeze my ass off until he got bored. It didn’t take me long to come to a decision. My family is from the desert. We do not do well with cold weather. I unlocked the door and pushed it open.
He was sitting at the island counter smirking. I put the deadbolt key back in the lock and wrapped my arms around myself. Damn, it was cold. He held out his hand beckoning me to him but I frowned and shook my head. He walked toward me and wrapped his arms around me. His skin was so warm! He held me until I stopped shivering and then he threw me over his shoulder carrying me back upstairs to his room.
We passed his parents’ bedroom door and I grabbed the door frame holding on to it. ”Valeri! Help! Save me!” I shouted. He laughed and told me that I was on my own. I couldn’t hold onto the door frame for long. Sasha was just too strong. After entering his room he turned to lock his bedroom door. He tossed me on the bed and stood beside me with his hands on his hips.
“Bad Neffy. Bad Girl.”
I smiled up at him batting my eyelashes. “It was funny, admit it!”
“I show you funny.”
This time when he pinned me to the bed he made sure that I couldn’t reach his nipples to pinch him. His massive forearms and thighs pinned me to the bed and I was immobile. He’d never used his full strength with me but this time he did. I couldn’t move unless he allowed me to move.
“You mine now.” Uh-oh. I’m in trouble.
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