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
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