Soundtrack: Flyleaf - Treasure
Nef’s POV
When I landed at the Krasnoyarsk airport Sasha was there waiting for me. We were staying in a hotel to have some privacy but he had arranged outings with his family. Valeri, Svetlana, Veronika, Ivan, and Svetlana’s husband were excited to see me. I hadn’t seen the kids since I took them to the Baltimore Aquarium in January. They’d loved it.
I knew that Tatiana wasn’t at all happy that I was coming to Russia. She had made her option painfully clear. Sasha had done an interview for a magazine. I can't remember the name of it but it was pretty much the Russian equivalent of Redbook. The interviewer had asked the question about who Sasha was seeing. He didn’t give very many details but the magazine had run pictures of us from the NHL awards show in Las Vegas. We still hadn’t decided if we were going to go public with our relationship. I had this nightmare that I was going to be attacked by a mob of bleached blond Russian women. It’s silly, I know but I couldn’t help it. I avoided reading Russian newspapers and tabloids because whenever Sasha or Ovie were mentioned there was conjecture on who the boys were seeing. It was to the point where Ovie never took any of the girls he dated to public events.
In a sub section of the article Tatiana had answered a few questions about her son. The interview had asked “Do you know of any of the women that your son had been seeing? What of the foreign one from the NHL awards?” She answered “He has his admirers, but when the time comes he will find a Russian woman to settle down with.” I’m now convinced that this woman is just mean. If for no reason other than she can be.
”Tonight it’s just you and I. Tomorrow we’re going yachting with my family on the lake,” he said as we drove to the hotel. ”I thought that you would be tired after such a long flight.”
”So, does this mean I get you all to myself?” I asked.
”If that’s how you want me.”
Later that night as we were lying together in bed with our arms wrapped around each other Sasha whispered in my ear “I have something to tell you.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“We been together 9 months and I need to tell you that…” he trailed off.
“Tell me what?”
He pulled me on top of him, fitting our bodies as close to each other as they could.
“Ya tak lyublyu tebia.” I love you so much.
“Oh Sasha.” I looked into his eyes and he was smiling. “I love you too.”
It made sense; the excitement I felt when I saw him, the dread and unhappiness that I felt when we were apart meant that I loved him. I always thought that there would be some grand revelation, some eureka moment in time when I would realize that I had fallen in love. But it wasn’t like that. It was subtle, soft, almost like it had snuck up on us. Almost as if it had wormed its way into our hearts without us noticing.
Sasha’s POV
“Ya tak lyublyu tebia.” I love you so much is what I told her. I did love her. The past few months had told me that I was in love with her. It was her that I wanted to be with. It was her that I missed when we were apart. It was her smile, her eyes, her kindness, her light, and her warmth. I knew that I had strong feelings for her. I knew that I wanted her in my life but it wasn’t until recently I was ready and able to admit it.
A few days ago I had been out with friends. Nadiya had been included – she had become one of my hang out partners. We always had a blast together, whether it was going out partying and drinking or if it was just hanging out. I had told Nef about Nadiya and she was cool with it. Nef wasn’t the jealous type. I had never given her a reason not to trust me she said. She also said that she has lots of friends that are guys that she hangs out with and that she had no intention of giving them up so she couldn’t ask me to. There are certain types of girls that throw themselves at anyone famous or successful. I knew that and she knew that. I had always avoided them.
While I was out both Nadiya and I had been drinking. Nadiya is not a heavy drinker and she had been trying to keep up with me and the guys. It didn’t go over well. She had gotten sloppy drunk. I mean I was pretty well off myself but she was gone. She could barely stand up on her own.
”Alexander, you’re such a good man,” she said tapping my cheek. She had slumped over so that she was leaning on my shoulder. I didn’t want her to fall so I stayed there, allowing her to brace herself.
”Thanks Nadiya. That means a lot to me. You’re a good friend.” I said.
”Can I be your really good friend?” she asked giggling.
”You already are.”
The next thing I remember was her kissing me. Her hands went to the back of my head holding me so she could press her lips against mine. No. This is wrong. My body seemed to react slower than my brain. By the time I pulled away from her she was moving into my lap.
”No, stop. I can’t do this.” I pushed her back down into the seat.
”Why?” she asked.
”I have a girlfriend.”
”She’s just an admirer, right?” That damn interview.
”No, she’s not just an admirer. She’s my girlfriend.”
”What did you expect?” my sister said when I told her about it the next day. ”She’s been coming on to you for months.”
”No, she hasn’t. She was just drunk. We’re friends, nothing more than that.”
”Stupid boy. Nadiya wants you. She gets entirely too close and ‘friendly’ for someone that only wants to be friends. You want examples? I’ll give you examples :” Svetlana spoke slowly, almost as if she was talking to a small child.
I am not stupid.
”Like the time she asked you to stay over at her place. Or how about when you went to Vegas last month, she called you every day. She comes over to the house multiple times a week, cooking, cleaning, doing your laundry…and don’t you dare say it’s because she likes spending time with mom. ”
”If you think that’s true then why didn’t you say anything” I asked.
”Because you never noticed her coming on to you. You were completely oblivious to it so that meant that you didn’t want her.”
I spent days agonizing over telling Nef what happened. I hadn’t done anything wrong but if what Svetlana said was true then it was cause nothing but trouble for me. I spoke to Nadiya on the phone and she apologized. She said that it happened because she was drunk. I didn’t want Nadiya. I wanted Nef. I wanted Nef because I loved her.
”Nadiya, you’re a good friend but that can’t happen again.”
”You’re right and I’m so sorry. I respect you too much to let that happen again.”
It was a drunken accident. I’m not going to tell Nef. It will create unnecessary problems. I wanted My Nefertiti. She was the only thing I could think about or focus on.
”Sit still!” My dad admonished.
We were sitting together in the living room watching late night television and I hadn’t been able to sit still.
”Sorry,” I said.
“You don’t have to go to the airport to pick up Nefertiti for another 12 hours. Go to bed.”
”I can’t. I can’t fall asleep.”
”You’re that excited to see her?”
I was beyond excited. The love of my life was coming and I was going to be able to tell her that I loved her. After a few hours of crappy tv I went to bed and spent most of the night thinking about Nef. The next morning I went to the hotel to check in, I stopped to get her flowers, and then I went to the airport to wait for Nef.
Just landed. Should be there soon.
When I received the text from her I went to luggage pick up. I was there for about 15 minutes before bags started to come down the turntable. Her suitcase was one of first. She had pink ribbon tied around the handled. I learned that when we went to Las Vegas together.
“It makes it easier to find. I mean do you realize how many people have solid black suitcases?” she said.
Yes, Nef. I do, nearly everyone. It was a lot easier to find my brown and tan Gucci suitcase than it was to find the all black one that I traveled with sometimes. When I spotted her she was wearing a long blue maxi dress with a light, short sleeved black sweater to cover her shoulders and black sandals. I half expected her to show up in sweats and a parka with the way she had worried about how cold it would be.
“I don’t know what to pack,” she said.
“It July, pack summer clothes.”
“July in Siberia, not July in normal places where it gets really hot during the summer.”
I told her not to worry and that it wouldn’t snow while she was here. “So no need to bring a parka.”
Our meeting this time was muted. She didn’t jump into my arms like she did in Vegas, partly because we were in a somewhat crowded airport and didn’t want to draw an unnecessary attention to ourselves and partly because this time all we need was physical contact with each other. Her arms went around my waist and I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head.
We drove to the hotel with the intention of dropping off Nef’s things, her grabbing a shower, and heading back out. That didn’t happen. Hands, lips, and tongues were on ever piece of exposed skin. I couldn’t help it. I needed her and from the frantic way she was pulling off my clothes she needed me too. This time was hard and fast. I rammed into her as fast as I could. I felt her begin to shake and I knew she was close. I slowed down not wanting it to end too soon but she didn’t like that. She pushed me until I was flat on my back with her straddling me and the she rocked her hips as hard and as fast as she could. I didn’t last long but neither did she.
Everything seemed to fit. Me. Her. Us. I knew that I loved her. There was no breaking revelation or love at first sight. We were two people who shared a mutual attraction who decided to take the time and effort to see if it was really worth something. And you know what? It was worth something. It was worth a lot.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Chapter 37 – I don’t want to say goodbye
Soundtrack: 3 Doors Down – Your Arms Feel Like Home
Sasha’s POV
This morning when I woke up I realized that I didn’t want to say goodbye to Nef. We had spent an amazing week together in Las Vegas. Every night I went to sleep with her in my arms and every morning we woke up that way. Today was our last day together. We each had early morning flights. It was hard knowing that I was getting on a plan to fly to the other side of the world without her. I wanted nothing more than to take her with me.
“What is with you?” Nef asked as she stirred. She was finally waking up.
“What you mean?”
“You never wake up early, but this week you’ve been awake before me just about every morning.”
“You just getting lazy,” I said laughing. It was true. I’m not a morning person and Nef is, but I also didn’t want to waste time sleeping. I wanted to be awake and spending time with her.
“I’m not lazy! I’m on vacation,” she said as she bit me. She’d taken to biting me whenever I teased or made fun of her. “Some of us still have day jobs!”
As punishment for biting me I flipped her over onto her back and tickled her.
“Ahhh!!” she screamed. “No! Please!”
I straddled her, pinning her to the bed and tickled her until her face turned bright red and she was gasping for breath.
“Stop, I can’t breathe,” she pleaded.
Nef loved to tickle me. She had done it on many occasions. However Nef hated to be tickled, hated it with a burning passion as she once told me. She also hated being pinned or held down, even though she loved doing both to me.
She squirmed trying to break free of my hold; her legs were kicking wildly. When that didn’t work she grabbed my wrists and tried to hold my hands away from her. That didn’t work either. I’m stronger than her.
“I’m sorry!” she shouted.
I stopped tickling her and said “Promise you not do it again.”
“I promise! Just don’t tickle me anymore.”
When I let her go she shifted away from me. When I reached to pull her in my arms she flinched and moved out of my grasp.
“No, I don’t trust you.”
I pouted my lips toward her and said “but I want to hold you.”
“Well you should have thought of that before you tickled me.”
I tackled her, trying to pin her down again but she was ready for me. She slipped out of my hands and onto my back. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around waist. She leaned backward pulling us both back on the bed. In this position I couldn’t reach around to grab her.
“I win,” she said.
“No,” I replied but she started to tighten her arms around my neck. “Okay, you win!”
I managed to sit up with Nef still on my back. When I stood I wrapped my arms around her legs, giving her a piggy back ride to the shower.
“Shower with me?” I asked.
“Yes.”
She slid down and I turned to pull the t-shirt she slept in over her head. She tugged on my briefs until the fell to the floor and my nakedness matched hers. We fought over the temperature of the shower. She liked hers a bit hotter than I liked mine.
“We have the same argument over and over again and it always ends up going my way. So just shut up and get your butt in the shower,” she told me as she turned the knob so that the water was slightly cooler.
“It still too hot.”
She growled at me and got in the shower closing the curtain.
“Then you can shower alone.”
I opted to get in the shower with her but I made her stand in front of the water spray. Showering with her is better than showering alone, especially when it ends with her pinned against the wall.
The logistics for tomorrow were simple. We were checking out at7am and I was flying with her to BWI where we would have a few more hours together before I caught my flight home. I was happy that I was able to route my flight through BWI airport. It hadn’t hurt this much when I left in May. I mean I was sad that we had to spend time apart sooner than we’d planned but now it was different. There was physical pain at the thought of having to leave her. Ovie was right. I am turning into a woman. Things like this had never mattered to me before. I’d never needed someone the way I needed Nefertiti.
Nef’s POV
Sasha flew with me to BWI. He would be catching a connecting flight back to Russia in just a few hours. We hadn’t let go of each other. I mean physically; we hadn’t let go of each other unless it was absolutely necessary. Last night we slept wrapped tightly in each others' arms, the cab ride to the airport I was in his lap, while sitting waiting to board the plane, and even on the actual flight we were touching.
When the announcement was made that his flight was boarding he pulled me into a tight hug.
“I see you in a few weeks,” he said.
“A few weeks,” I whispered back.
Leaving hadn’t gotten any easier. In fact it had gotten harder. The closer we became, the longer we were together the harder it was to be apart. I didn’t want him to leave and he wanted me to come with him. It made for a hopelessly depressed situation.
“How was your trip?” my mom asked when she picked me up from the airport.
“Good.”
“Then why so sad?”
“Didn’t want him to leave.”
My mom is not used to me being moody and glum. “It’s only a couple of weeks” she said to me. I knew that. I was already counting down the time until we could be together again.
Sasha’s POV
This morning when I woke up I realized that I didn’t want to say goodbye to Nef. We had spent an amazing week together in Las Vegas. Every night I went to sleep with her in my arms and every morning we woke up that way. Today was our last day together. We each had early morning flights. It was hard knowing that I was getting on a plan to fly to the other side of the world without her. I wanted nothing more than to take her with me.
“What is with you?” Nef asked as she stirred. She was finally waking up.
“What you mean?”
“You never wake up early, but this week you’ve been awake before me just about every morning.”
“You just getting lazy,” I said laughing. It was true. I’m not a morning person and Nef is, but I also didn’t want to waste time sleeping. I wanted to be awake and spending time with her.
“I’m not lazy! I’m on vacation,” she said as she bit me. She’d taken to biting me whenever I teased or made fun of her. “Some of us still have day jobs!”
As punishment for biting me I flipped her over onto her back and tickled her.
“Ahhh!!” she screamed. “No! Please!”
I straddled her, pinning her to the bed and tickled her until her face turned bright red and she was gasping for breath.
“Stop, I can’t breathe,” she pleaded.
Nef loved to tickle me. She had done it on many occasions. However Nef hated to be tickled, hated it with a burning passion as she once told me. She also hated being pinned or held down, even though she loved doing both to me.
She squirmed trying to break free of my hold; her legs were kicking wildly. When that didn’t work she grabbed my wrists and tried to hold my hands away from her. That didn’t work either. I’m stronger than her.
“I’m sorry!” she shouted.
I stopped tickling her and said “Promise you not do it again.”
“I promise! Just don’t tickle me anymore.”
When I let her go she shifted away from me. When I reached to pull her in my arms she flinched and moved out of my grasp.
“No, I don’t trust you.”
I pouted my lips toward her and said “but I want to hold you.”
“Well you should have thought of that before you tickled me.”
I tackled her, trying to pin her down again but she was ready for me. She slipped out of my hands and onto my back. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around waist. She leaned backward pulling us both back on the bed. In this position I couldn’t reach around to grab her.
“I win,” she said.
“No,” I replied but she started to tighten her arms around my neck. “Okay, you win!”
I managed to sit up with Nef still on my back. When I stood I wrapped my arms around her legs, giving her a piggy back ride to the shower.
“Shower with me?” I asked.
“Yes.”
She slid down and I turned to pull the t-shirt she slept in over her head. She tugged on my briefs until the fell to the floor and my nakedness matched hers. We fought over the temperature of the shower. She liked hers a bit hotter than I liked mine.
“We have the same argument over and over again and it always ends up going my way. So just shut up and get your butt in the shower,” she told me as she turned the knob so that the water was slightly cooler.
“It still too hot.”
She growled at me and got in the shower closing the curtain.
“Then you can shower alone.”
I opted to get in the shower with her but I made her stand in front of the water spray. Showering with her is better than showering alone, especially when it ends with her pinned against the wall.
The logistics for tomorrow were simple. We were checking out at7am and I was flying with her to BWI where we would have a few more hours together before I caught my flight home. I was happy that I was able to route my flight through BWI airport. It hadn’t hurt this much when I left in May. I mean I was sad that we had to spend time apart sooner than we’d planned but now it was different. There was physical pain at the thought of having to leave her. Ovie was right. I am turning into a woman. Things like this had never mattered to me before. I’d never needed someone the way I needed Nefertiti.
Nef’s POV
Sasha flew with me to BWI. He would be catching a connecting flight back to Russia in just a few hours. We hadn’t let go of each other. I mean physically; we hadn’t let go of each other unless it was absolutely necessary. Last night we slept wrapped tightly in each others' arms, the cab ride to the airport I was in his lap, while sitting waiting to board the plane, and even on the actual flight we were touching.
When the announcement was made that his flight was boarding he pulled me into a tight hug.
“I see you in a few weeks,” he said.
“A few weeks,” I whispered back.
Leaving hadn’t gotten any easier. In fact it had gotten harder. The closer we became, the longer we were together the harder it was to be apart. I didn’t want him to leave and he wanted me to come with him. It made for a hopelessly depressed situation.
“How was your trip?” my mom asked when she picked me up from the airport.
“Good.”
“Then why so sad?”
“Didn’t want him to leave.”
My mom is not used to me being moody and glum. “It’s only a couple of weeks” she said to me. I knew that. I was already counting down the time until we could be together again.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Chapter 36 – Luck be a Lady Tonight/Unlucky
Nef’s POV
The past couple of days that I’ve spent with Sasha have been absolutely amazing. This trip in and of itself was not overly exciting or out of this world but being with Sasha made all the difference. On our second night there both Ovie and Sasha participated in a NHL player poker tournament. I tagged along for the ride. There were galleries set up – much like other poker tournaments that were televised – so that we could watch the games. Now if you’ve ever been around Ovie and Sasha while playing poker two things will happen: one, you will lose because you can’t read them and they cheat by talking to each other in Russian or two, you will become utterly infuriated with them because they bet on any and everything with no rhyme or reason. The last two players that were seated at the table where experiencing option 2.
I didn’t pay attention to their names but I knew that their wives/girlfriends were sitting beside me. The women were laughing at how frustrated their husbands were becoming.
“That makes no sense!” one of the guys shouted. Ovie of course was laughing.
It turns out that guy was Brad Richards from the Dallas Stars. His girlfriend Rachel was nice.
“Okay. I may not know much about poker but this is crazy,” she said to me.
“I know how to play poker and nothing Ovie or Sasha does make sense. They’ll bet on any and everything. It doesn’t matter whether it’ll win or lose.”
At one point Brad threw up his hands in defeat when Ovie went all in. He had no way of knowing if Ovie had a really good hand or if he was bluffing. It didn’t help that Sasha went all in as well.
Before the end of the tournament Rachel and I went to play on the slot machines; neither one of us had ever done it before but we were eager to give it a try. I sent him a text message to ask for his wallet because I didn’t have any cash with me. Instead of telling me to come and get it or stepping away from the table to bring it to the end of the gallery where I was sitting he threw it at me. Of course he managed to hit me right, square in the forehead.
“Oh you should make him pay for that,” Rachel said laughing.
“Oh, I will.”
“Where are you?” Sasha asked. He’d called me when the tournament was done. Ovie was scheduled to be at a club for the rest of the night and Sasha and I had opted not to go.
“At the slot machines.” Rachel and I had quickly gotten bored with the casino. I don’t understand how some people can go to a casino and gamble for hour. We had tried the blackjack table but we hadn’t done so well. After I lost about $250 I called it quits.
“So pretty, what are you doing over here?” he asked when he found me.
“Pulling the lever and getting tickets!” I showed him all of the tickets that I had received for the winnings from the machine. “Look! I won!”
I showed him the tickets: one was for $5,000, one was for $4,300, and the last one was for $2,500. I had done infinitely better with the slot machines.
“How much did you put in the machine?” he asked.
“Well I took a $20 for your wallet.” I handed his wallet back and he pocketed it without looking inside of it. “But I may have…perhaps have lost a little bit more at the blackjack table.”
I pulled the lever and the siren and lights went off.
“Again?” Rachel asked.
“Yup!” This ticket was for $1,400. “I’m just lucky I guess.”
“Okay Lady Luck, we go.”
We said goodbye to Rachel and then Brad when he found her. Rachel couldn’t help but laugh. She knew I had taken Sasha credit card from his wallet. He always carried two of them: one Russian and one American. I took his American Express card. I wanted to see how long it would take him to notice it was gone. During the time between us leaving to go gamble and actually gambling Rachel and I had gone to buy tickets for the Thunder from Down Under Male Dance show the day after the awards ceremony…on Sasha’s card of course.
We didn’t have anything else planned besides the tournament so we walked around the casino for a little bit. We tried our hands at roulette and craps.
“Place your bets! Place your bets!” The attendance at the roulette wheel shouted.
I placed a hundred dollar chip on the red square and a hundred dollar chip on the even square. Sasha bet a hundred on 28 black – he had to bet on his number.
“Red and Even, red and even. They pretty lady calls for red and even!” He spun the wheel and dropped the ball. “’Round and ‘round she goes! Where she stops nobody knows!”
“Red 16!”
“I win!”
We placed another bet- this time Sasha went for 8 black – Ovie’s number and I placed a bet on 28 black, his number.
“Black 28!” the attendant shouted. “Lady Luck is here tonight.”
“Yay! I win again!”
After about an hour Sasha deemed it necessary that we go back to our hotel room. He was just upset that I was doing well and he wasn’t!
“But I’m doing so well!”
“It late.”
“It’s Vegas; it doesn’t matter if it’s late.”
”Let’s go back to our room. I’ll make it worth it, I promise.”
“Promises, promises, promises. You better deliver.”
I don’t know what I expected for the NHL awards ceremony. It was pretty straight forward. Outside of the main hall there was an area set up for reporters and photographers. All of the trophies were on display leading into the room where the presentation of awards would take place. That night Ovie acted like the class clown. He ran around with a video camera trying to capture every moment on film. He’d given me the camera so that I could record his acceptance speech if he won any awards. He ended up taking home the Ted Lindsey award.
“You have fun tonight?” Sasha asked me when we finally made it back to our hotel room.
“Yes, thank you for bringing me.”
“What you want to do tomorrow?”
“Rachel and I are going to a show. Thunder from Down Under.”
“Rachel?...oh Richards’ girlfriend?”
“Yes, we’re friends now.”
Sasha asked if he could come with us and I told him that he might not like it. He looked confused before I told him that it was a Male review.
“And thanks for the tickets by the way.”
“What?”
“I bought the tickets on your card.”
I pulled it out of my wallet and handed it back to him. He hadn’t noticed that it was gone. He didn’t make a big deal about it. He did however make plans with Mike to go to a place called the Cat House. I wasn’t mad or upset. He was trying to make me jealous. I’m not a jealous person so I told him to behave and to have fun.
The past couple of days that I’ve spent with Sasha have been absolutely amazing. This trip in and of itself was not overly exciting or out of this world but being with Sasha made all the difference. On our second night there both Ovie and Sasha participated in a NHL player poker tournament. I tagged along for the ride. There were galleries set up – much like other poker tournaments that were televised – so that we could watch the games. Now if you’ve ever been around Ovie and Sasha while playing poker two things will happen: one, you will lose because you can’t read them and they cheat by talking to each other in Russian or two, you will become utterly infuriated with them because they bet on any and everything with no rhyme or reason. The last two players that were seated at the table where experiencing option 2.
I didn’t pay attention to their names but I knew that their wives/girlfriends were sitting beside me. The women were laughing at how frustrated their husbands were becoming.
“That makes no sense!” one of the guys shouted. Ovie of course was laughing.
It turns out that guy was Brad Richards from the Dallas Stars. His girlfriend Rachel was nice.
“Okay. I may not know much about poker but this is crazy,” she said to me.
“I know how to play poker and nothing Ovie or Sasha does make sense. They’ll bet on any and everything. It doesn’t matter whether it’ll win or lose.”
At one point Brad threw up his hands in defeat when Ovie went all in. He had no way of knowing if Ovie had a really good hand or if he was bluffing. It didn’t help that Sasha went all in as well.
Before the end of the tournament Rachel and I went to play on the slot machines; neither one of us had ever done it before but we were eager to give it a try. I sent him a text message to ask for his wallet because I didn’t have any cash with me. Instead of telling me to come and get it or stepping away from the table to bring it to the end of the gallery where I was sitting he threw it at me. Of course he managed to hit me right, square in the forehead.
“Oh you should make him pay for that,” Rachel said laughing.
“Oh, I will.”
“Where are you?” Sasha asked. He’d called me when the tournament was done. Ovie was scheduled to be at a club for the rest of the night and Sasha and I had opted not to go.
“At the slot machines.” Rachel and I had quickly gotten bored with the casino. I don’t understand how some people can go to a casino and gamble for hour. We had tried the blackjack table but we hadn’t done so well. After I lost about $250 I called it quits.
“So pretty, what are you doing over here?” he asked when he found me.
“Pulling the lever and getting tickets!” I showed him all of the tickets that I had received for the winnings from the machine. “Look! I won!”
I showed him the tickets: one was for $5,000, one was for $4,300, and the last one was for $2,500. I had done infinitely better with the slot machines.
“How much did you put in the machine?” he asked.
“Well I took a $20 for your wallet.” I handed his wallet back and he pocketed it without looking inside of it. “But I may have…perhaps have lost a little bit more at the blackjack table.”
I pulled the lever and the siren and lights went off.
“Again?” Rachel asked.
“Yup!” This ticket was for $1,400. “I’m just lucky I guess.”
“Okay Lady Luck, we go.”
We said goodbye to Rachel and then Brad when he found her. Rachel couldn’t help but laugh. She knew I had taken Sasha credit card from his wallet. He always carried two of them: one Russian and one American. I took his American Express card. I wanted to see how long it would take him to notice it was gone. During the time between us leaving to go gamble and actually gambling Rachel and I had gone to buy tickets for the Thunder from Down Under Male Dance show the day after the awards ceremony…on Sasha’s card of course.
We didn’t have anything else planned besides the tournament so we walked around the casino for a little bit. We tried our hands at roulette and craps.
“Place your bets! Place your bets!” The attendance at the roulette wheel shouted.
I placed a hundred dollar chip on the red square and a hundred dollar chip on the even square. Sasha bet a hundred on 28 black – he had to bet on his number.
“Red and Even, red and even. They pretty lady calls for red and even!” He spun the wheel and dropped the ball. “’Round and ‘round she goes! Where she stops nobody knows!”
“Red 16!”
“I win!”
We placed another bet- this time Sasha went for 8 black – Ovie’s number and I placed a bet on 28 black, his number.
“Black 28!” the attendant shouted. “Lady Luck is here tonight.”
“Yay! I win again!”
After about an hour Sasha deemed it necessary that we go back to our hotel room. He was just upset that I was doing well and he wasn’t!
“But I’m doing so well!”
“It late.”
“It’s Vegas; it doesn’t matter if it’s late.”
”Let’s go back to our room. I’ll make it worth it, I promise.”
“Promises, promises, promises. You better deliver.”
I don’t know what I expected for the NHL awards ceremony. It was pretty straight forward. Outside of the main hall there was an area set up for reporters and photographers. All of the trophies were on display leading into the room where the presentation of awards would take place. That night Ovie acted like the class clown. He ran around with a video camera trying to capture every moment on film. He’d given me the camera so that I could record his acceptance speech if he won any awards. He ended up taking home the Ted Lindsey award.
“You have fun tonight?” Sasha asked me when we finally made it back to our hotel room.
“Yes, thank you for bringing me.”
“What you want to do tomorrow?”
“Rachel and I are going to a show. Thunder from Down Under.”
“Rachel?...oh Richards’ girlfriend?”
“Yes, we’re friends now.”
Sasha asked if he could come with us and I told him that he might not like it. He looked confused before I told him that it was a Male review.
“And thanks for the tickets by the way.”
“What?”
“I bought the tickets on your card.”
I pulled it out of my wallet and handed it back to him. He hadn’t noticed that it was gone. He didn’t make a big deal about it. He did however make plans with Mike to go to a place called the Cat House. I wasn’t mad or upset. He was trying to make me jealous. I’m not a jealous person so I told him to behave and to have fun.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Chapter 35 – Who is she?
Nef’s POV
Sasha was in the bathroom brushing his teeth when his phone rang.
“Sasha! Phone!” I shouted toward the bathroom.
”Can you get that for me?” he yelled back.
”Hello,” I said into the phone without looking at the caller ID.
”Um, Hello? Sasha?” the female voice on the other end of the phone asked. She was clearly surprised that a woman had answered the phone.
”He’s brushing his teeth. May I ask whose calling?”
”Nadiya.” the voice said.
”Babe, its Nadiya.”
Sasha rinsed his mouth and walked toward me, talking the phone.
”Hi Nadiya,” he said. ”I’m sorry, I can’t go this weekend. I’m in the US until next week…Sure I’ll go when I get back.”
I went about getting dressed. Sasha and I had just finished breakfast and we were about to head out to spend the day walking around Las Vegas. Sasha hadn’t been before and wanted to see some of the tourist attractions. We’d had slow, sleepy sex this morning as the sun rose. I had awoken to Sasha sitting on the side of the bed looking at me. We’d cuddled together but that quickly led to him trailing his hands over my body as I attempted to fall back to sleep. On normal morning when we awoke together I always had coffee first but it had been too long since we’d last been together. That was followed by breakfast in bed with Sasha “accidentally” spilling syrup on me. He spent the next 10 minutes licking it off my skin.
“You didn’t spill it there,” I said as his tongue began to tickle me.
“No, but you taste good.”
”Who was it who answered my phone? My girlfriend…yeah, we’ve been together about 8 months. I’m here with her.”
That made me smile. I didn’t know of many of Sasha’s friends outside of the guys on the team. I did know that at home he didn’t talk about me to very many people. He wanted to keep his personal life as far away from the media as he could. He telling his friends and taking me to the awards show with him let me know that he wanted me to be a part of his life.
I had already introduced him to all the important members of my family – mom, dad, and brothers, grandparents. He told me that when I came to Russia in July he wanted to introduce me to his Russian friends and his extended family.
“You meet the ones that not come to America to visit,” he said. “You know Constantine but you not know Yuri.”
”Nadiya I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”
Sasha and I went on a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon. That took up most of the morning and by the time we got back Ovie had texted us asking us to go to a late lunch with him. He had finished up the round of morning interviews and activities – it was mostly dealing with the foreign media. The American media circuit was slated for the day of the awards show. Tonight there was a poker tournament in the Palms Casino that both Ovie and Sasha were attending.
We went to one of the restaurants in the Bellagio. It was called Yellowtail. When we arrived Ovie was already there with Mike Green. He’d gotten in this morning.
“Nef! How have you been?!” he asked, hugging me.
“Good, enjoying the summer as much as I can.”
Conversation was light. They actually managed to talk about something other than hockey for a little while. So far none of the guys had started their summer training regiments.
“You two seem close,” Mike said referring to Sasha and myself. Sasha’s hand was resting on my thigh and it had been there since we sat down.
“Yeah, we are.”
“That’s good. You guys seem happy.”
We are happy. My feelings for him had grown exponentially. He was a huge part of me and I hoped that I was a huge part of him.
Sasha's POV
My phone rang again. I looked at the caller ID and it was Nadiya...again. This was the 4th times in the last 2 days that she had called me. After the first few times I put my phone on vibrate so that it wouldn't bother me or Nef. This trip was about us. Each time I talked to Nadiya I told her that I would talk to her once I got back to Russia. She apologized and said that she was lonely with me gone. Nadiya and I had been best friends when we were kids. Since we lived in the same neighborhood and were the same age our mother bonded and we did to. I remember being sad when I left for hockey school because Nadiya couldn’t come with me. We wouldn’t be in the same class anymore.
When I left for DC she went to college. We kept in touch infrequently over the years so when my mom told me that she was moving back to Krasnoyarsk I would be the one tasked with helping her get used to being home again I was excited.
"Sasha! What are you doing?" I heard Nef ask.
"Nothing...waiting for you to finish up in there." Nef had been taking a shower for the last 45 minutes.
“Can you grab the small black make up bag out of my luggage please?”
I got the bag for her but she only open the door a crack, just enough for me to slip the bag through.
“Hurry up or we be late,” I said through the door. She grumbled something about beauty takes time. We still had plenty of time before we had to be seated for the NHL awards ceremony but we had dinner reservations. When she finally came out of the bathroom she was wearing a strapless, skin tight, black slip cover, black stilettos, and her jewelry.
“Where your dress?” I asked.
“I’ll put it on just before we leave.”
Now if you have ever watched a woman get dressed then you are probably aware of slip, almost lingerie things that they were under their clothes. Sometimes they are kinda hideous looking – designed to keep all the not so flattering parts tucked away – but there are other times when they are the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.
The one that Nef had on could have doubled for a super short, skin tight, strapless, cocktail dress…not that I would have every let her out of the house in just that but it was sexy.
She had taken the time to pin her hair in loose curls on the top of her head so that the column of her neck was bare except for the spirals that strategically framed her face and neck. She had on long diamond drop earrings to accent it. Instead of a necklace there was a sparkling bracelet on her wrist. Her makeup was subtle. It highlighted her beautiful features instead of covering everything.
She walked up to me and tied my bow tie for me as I put on my cuff links.
“How much time until we have to leave?” She asked
“15 minutes.” I had arranged for a car service to take us to the restaurant and then to the ceremony at the Palms Hotel and Casino.
She pulled her dress from a garment bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It was a strapless Ocean Blue chiffon dress that had a short hemline in the front and a tapered long and flowing hemline in the back. It was layered and the bottom so that the dress moved like ocean waves when she walked. (AN: Picture of dress at the bottom of this chapter.). She turned and asked me to zip the dress for her and I couldn’t help but to place a kiss on her shoulder.
“You look beautiful,” I whispered, pushing all thoughts of Nadiya and my annoyance with her to the back of my mind.
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Nef's Dress
Sasha was in the bathroom brushing his teeth when his phone rang.
“Sasha! Phone!” I shouted toward the bathroom.
”Can you get that for me?” he yelled back.
”Hello,” I said into the phone without looking at the caller ID.
”Um, Hello? Sasha?” the female voice on the other end of the phone asked. She was clearly surprised that a woman had answered the phone.
”He’s brushing his teeth. May I ask whose calling?”
”Nadiya.” the voice said.
”Babe, its Nadiya.”
Sasha rinsed his mouth and walked toward me, talking the phone.
”Hi Nadiya,” he said. ”I’m sorry, I can’t go this weekend. I’m in the US until next week…Sure I’ll go when I get back.”
I went about getting dressed. Sasha and I had just finished breakfast and we were about to head out to spend the day walking around Las Vegas. Sasha hadn’t been before and wanted to see some of the tourist attractions. We’d had slow, sleepy sex this morning as the sun rose. I had awoken to Sasha sitting on the side of the bed looking at me. We’d cuddled together but that quickly led to him trailing his hands over my body as I attempted to fall back to sleep. On normal morning when we awoke together I always had coffee first but it had been too long since we’d last been together. That was followed by breakfast in bed with Sasha “accidentally” spilling syrup on me. He spent the next 10 minutes licking it off my skin.
“You didn’t spill it there,” I said as his tongue began to tickle me.
“No, but you taste good.”
”Who was it who answered my phone? My girlfriend…yeah, we’ve been together about 8 months. I’m here with her.”
That made me smile. I didn’t know of many of Sasha’s friends outside of the guys on the team. I did know that at home he didn’t talk about me to very many people. He wanted to keep his personal life as far away from the media as he could. He telling his friends and taking me to the awards show with him let me know that he wanted me to be a part of his life.
I had already introduced him to all the important members of my family – mom, dad, and brothers, grandparents. He told me that when I came to Russia in July he wanted to introduce me to his Russian friends and his extended family.
“You meet the ones that not come to America to visit,” he said. “You know Constantine but you not know Yuri.”
”Nadiya I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”
Sasha and I went on a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon. That took up most of the morning and by the time we got back Ovie had texted us asking us to go to a late lunch with him. He had finished up the round of morning interviews and activities – it was mostly dealing with the foreign media. The American media circuit was slated for the day of the awards show. Tonight there was a poker tournament in the Palms Casino that both Ovie and Sasha were attending.
We went to one of the restaurants in the Bellagio. It was called Yellowtail. When we arrived Ovie was already there with Mike Green. He’d gotten in this morning.
“Nef! How have you been?!” he asked, hugging me.
“Good, enjoying the summer as much as I can.”
Conversation was light. They actually managed to talk about something other than hockey for a little while. So far none of the guys had started their summer training regiments.
“You two seem close,” Mike said referring to Sasha and myself. Sasha’s hand was resting on my thigh and it had been there since we sat down.
“Yeah, we are.”
“That’s good. You guys seem happy.”
We are happy. My feelings for him had grown exponentially. He was a huge part of me and I hoped that I was a huge part of him.
Sasha's POV
My phone rang again. I looked at the caller ID and it was Nadiya...again. This was the 4th times in the last 2 days that she had called me. After the first few times I put my phone on vibrate so that it wouldn't bother me or Nef. This trip was about us. Each time I talked to Nadiya I told her that I would talk to her once I got back to Russia. She apologized and said that she was lonely with me gone. Nadiya and I had been best friends when we were kids. Since we lived in the same neighborhood and were the same age our mother bonded and we did to. I remember being sad when I left for hockey school because Nadiya couldn’t come with me. We wouldn’t be in the same class anymore.
When I left for DC she went to college. We kept in touch infrequently over the years so when my mom told me that she was moving back to Krasnoyarsk I would be the one tasked with helping her get used to being home again I was excited.
"Sasha! What are you doing?" I heard Nef ask.
"Nothing...waiting for you to finish up in there." Nef had been taking a shower for the last 45 minutes.
“Can you grab the small black make up bag out of my luggage please?”
I got the bag for her but she only open the door a crack, just enough for me to slip the bag through.
“Hurry up or we be late,” I said through the door. She grumbled something about beauty takes time. We still had plenty of time before we had to be seated for the NHL awards ceremony but we had dinner reservations. When she finally came out of the bathroom she was wearing a strapless, skin tight, black slip cover, black stilettos, and her jewelry.
“Where your dress?” I asked.
“I’ll put it on just before we leave.”
Now if you have ever watched a woman get dressed then you are probably aware of slip, almost lingerie things that they were under their clothes. Sometimes they are kinda hideous looking – designed to keep all the not so flattering parts tucked away – but there are other times when they are the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.
The one that Nef had on could have doubled for a super short, skin tight, strapless, cocktail dress…not that I would have every let her out of the house in just that but it was sexy.
She had taken the time to pin her hair in loose curls on the top of her head so that the column of her neck was bare except for the spirals that strategically framed her face and neck. She had on long diamond drop earrings to accent it. Instead of a necklace there was a sparkling bracelet on her wrist. Her makeup was subtle. It highlighted her beautiful features instead of covering everything.
She walked up to me and tied my bow tie for me as I put on my cuff links.
“How much time until we have to leave?” She asked
“15 minutes.” I had arranged for a car service to take us to the restaurant and then to the ceremony at the Palms Hotel and Casino.
She pulled her dress from a garment bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It was a strapless Ocean Blue chiffon dress that had a short hemline in the front and a tapered long and flowing hemline in the back. It was layered and the bottom so that the dress moved like ocean waves when she walked. (AN: Picture of dress at the bottom of this chapter.). She turned and asked me to zip the dress for her and I couldn’t help but to place a kiss on her shoulder.
“You look beautiful,” I whispered, pushing all thoughts of Nadiya and my annoyance with her to the back of my mind.
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Nef's Dress
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Chapter 34 – Us
Soundtrack: Anjulie - Columbia
Nef's POV
My flight to Vegas was about 6 hours long. I slept through most of it. My birthday weekend followed by Father’s day with my family had left me absolutely exhausted. On Saturday night I had gone out with my twin brother and a group of friends for our 24th birthday. I couldn’t actually remember the number of bars that we went to. My friends and I always knew how to have a good time. Sunday morning I had to drive back to Baltimore for a family brunch.
”You look a little sick. Are you both alright?” my mother asked.
”They’re not sick. They’re hungover.” my father answered.
My mother clicked her tongue at us. We knew she didn’t approve of drinking but she didn’t nag us about it. She place glasses of something that smelled horrid in front of us.
”Drink this,” she ordered, "and next time remember to drink plenty of Gatorade before you go to bed.”
I had brought the luggage for my trip home with me because it was easier to leave from my parents’ house to go to Baltimore-Washington International Airport than it was to leave from my apartment. My dad dropped me off the morning of my flight and told me to call him when I landed. My flight left at 8 am so I would land somewhere around 11 am PST. I’ve never been one to dress up for travel so I wore a pair of yoga pants, running shoes, a camy, and Sasha’s hoodie.
In the days leading up to this trip I had become exceedingly antsy and excited. I wanted Sasha and I wanted him now. I missed him every day and the closer I came to reuniting with him the more my missing him increased. I missed the sound of his voice, the feel of his arms, the warmth that seemed to follow him around all the time. I wanted my Sasha.
Sasha had been texting me throughout the night and morning. He flew into Moscow so that he could leave with Ovie. They then flew from Moscow to Dulles International in Washington, DC to grabbed a connect flight to put them in Vegas. The flight from Moscow to DC was about 18 hours and the flight from DC to Vegas was another 5 or 6 hours. I expected him to be completely exhausted by the time he got to me. You’re doing nothing but sitting on long flights but they always seemed to drain all the strength and energy from you.
When I landed instead of waiting at the airport I head straight to the hotel to check in. Sasha’s flight had been delayed coming out of Moscow so there was still another 7 hours before he would get to Vegas. With the delay they had missed their connecting flight and were put on a later plane.
We were staying at the Bellagio. I checked in to the reservation under my name. The hotel was amazingly beautiful and every room was absolutely breath taking. There was a large king size bed that dominated a good portion of the far right wall. There were windows that ran from the ceiling to the floor or the left side opposite the building. We were on the side of the building that faced the sunrise. Well it faced as much of the sunrise as you could set on the strip. I showered and changed before heading down out find food and wander around. It was June in Las Vegas so I opted to wear a light sun dress. By the time I’d finished showering it was 1:30pm thanks to the time difference.
Between noon and 6 are always the hottest part of any summer day and Las Vegas was no different. The temperature outside was above 100 degrees. I wore a blue cape sleeve dress with a flower trim at the bottom and at the shoulders with my swim suit on underneath. I was tired but I didn’t want to take a nap because I would be up all night while Sasha slept. After having a quick meal at one of the hotel restaurants I walked around for a little while looking at the different hotels and doing a little bit of shopping.
When I got back to the hotel I still had a lot of time to kill so I went down to the pool and pool bar to lounge around for a little while.
I relaxed on a lounger with a cocktail and a book to enjoy the sun. I had been laying there for about an hour before I turned over so that I could evenly tan. My dark copper brown skin didn’t burn easily. In fact I had only ever burned once before. It happened when I was 10 and I had wandered away from the village we were visiting in Egypt and gotten lost in the desert. I had put on sun block after my shower so I wasn’t at all worried about burning. I was more concerned with trying to get an even tan. I always wear tankinis with either a skirt or shorts. If I did feel like wearing a bikini top I wore a skirt or shorts bottom. I’m entirely to “well endowed” to get away with wearing a tiny bikini. I would look like I walked right off the set of a playboy shoot.
“You are entirely too beautiful to be out here all alone,” I heard someone say.
I turned over to see who was speaking and I saw a guy that looked like he could have walked right out of the Jersey Shore. He was super tanned – but not a natural tanned, he looked orange, muscular, and had his hair spiked up.
“What’s your name sweetheart?” he asked as he sat down on the lounger beside me.
“Nefertiti.”
“That’s different. It’s….”
“Egyptian.”
“So my exotic beauty, you are entirely too gorgeous to be out here alone.” Is this guy for real? He turned so that he was sitting sideways on the lounger and leaned in closer to me.
“Not alone, just waiting. My boyfriend’s flight was delayed.”
“He can’t be too much of a boyfriend if he let you travel alone.”
What the hell? Let me travel alone? Most of the time when I mention a boyfriend guys back off…at least the respectable ones back off. This guy. Not so much. I tried to politely tell him that I wasn’t interested but he just wasn’t having it. The more I said no and no thanks the more he seemed bent on taking me out. He bought me a drink and told me that we would go out to one of the hotel clubs later that night.
“I’m sorry sir, but I’m really not interested.”
I had been lying on my stomach with my head turned toward the Jersey Shore guy. He had yet to mention his name so in my head I called him the Jersey Shore guy. I felt something cold being poured onto my back and I turned my head ready to lay out whoever had poured something on me. I was greeted by the signature gapped-tooth smile that belonged to Ovie. He was standing over me dripping cold water onto my back.
“Ovie!” I shouted jumping up to hug him. “Where’s Sasha?”
“He put on a different flight. He be here later.” The megawatt smile I had immediately dimmed. “What? You no happy to see me?”
Ovie feigned hurt and I said “Of course I want to see you but I wanna see Sasha too.”
He hugged me again, patting the top of my head, telling me that it would be okay, and that Sasha would be here soon. I heard someone clear their throat and I expected it to be Jersey Shore guy but it wasn’t. It was Sasha! I looked up and I saw him standing beside us wearing purple board shorts, flip flops, and shades.
“Sasha!” I screamed jumping from one pair of arms to the next. He picked me up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, and crushing his lips to mine. By now people were staring at us, probably wondering what was wrong with this girl jumping around like a Mexican Jumping Bean. I couldn’t care less. Sasha was here, he was in my arms, and I was touching and kissing him. That’s all that mattered
“I missed you!” I said when we finally came up for air.
“I miss you too,” he said burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply.
He lowered me back down to the ground and I looked up into the bright smile that was plastered to his face. Oh God, it felt so good to be with him. He sat down on the lounger, propping up the back of it so he could sit down with his back leading against it. I inserted myself between his legs wanting to as close to him as possible. Ovie was sitting on the lounger next to us, they one that Jersey Shore guy had been sitting in. I hadn’t noticed the guy leaving at all.
I reached over and punched Ovie in the arm. He’d lied to me. How could he play with my emotions like that?
“You jerk! You told me that he was on a different flight.”
Sasha laughed when Ovie told him what he had done and how my face had looked when he told me that he wasn’t here yet. My face flushed bright red in embarrassment at my eagerness.
“It okay. Sasha antsy the whole flight. He not sit still and want plane to hurry up and fly faster.”
It was about 6 pm and there were still a couple of hours before sunset. We swam around the pool for a little bit. Sasha and I tried to keep the PDAs to a respectable minimum but it was hard. It had been a month and a half since we had seen each other. We wanted to touch and kiss and be close to each other.
Once we left the pool Sasha and I went upstairs to our room while Ovie went to his. They both looked tired and I knew that there was a whole day of interviews and media related events for Ovie on the next day and the day after – the actual day of the ceremony. Sasha told me that both Jose and Mike Green would be flying in tomorrow afternoon. Mike was a finalist for the Norris and Jose for the Bill Masterton and the King Clancy.
Sasha and I showered together; we sat under the rain shower head until our skin was wrinkly and water logged. I’d missed talking to him. We ordered room service for dinner and snuggled down into bed. He had been yawning nonstop since we got out of the shower.
“Sorry. I tired,” he said.
“No worries. Turnover onto your stomach.”
I rubbed his back for him and it wasn’t long before he was a sleep. I fell asleep right after him.
Sasha’s POV
I yawned for what seemed like the 900th time.
“Sorry. I tired,” I said. I hadn’t really been able to sleep on the flights. I was too antsy, too excited to see Nef.
When I saw her by the pool she launched herself into my arms. I gladly caught her and wrapped her legs around my waist. It didn’t matter that there were a lot of people staring at us; we were too caught up with seeing each other for the first time in nearly two months.
“Oh God, I missed you,” she said as she leaned into me on the lounger.
She settled herself between my legs and I pulled her back so that she was flush against me. I buried my face in her neck and inhaled deeply. She smelled like home, like warmth, like perfection.
“No worries. Turnover onto your stomach.”
I turned over and she started to rub my back. A few minutes later I was asleep. It wasn’t what we planned for our first night back together but falling asleep next to her was just what I needed. It seemed like I slept the best when she was snuggled up against me.
When I woke up again the bedside clock read 4:36am. I was still lying face down on the bed and I felt Nef cuddled against me with her head and arm resting on my back. Her breathing was deep and even. I tried to slowly ease myself off the bed but that resulted in Nef shifting and tossing her leg across me. It effectively pinned me to her. It took a few minutes but I managed to slip from the bed without waking her. I sat on the edge of the bed watching her. She was beautiful. I’ll admit there is something about seeing Nef wearing my clothes that excites me. She was wearing a pair of my boxers and one of my t-shirts.
I leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead and in her sleep she turned her head toward me. Her hand reached for me and when she felt the empty spot she roused.
“Sasha?” she called, her voice thick with sleep.
“Da. I’m here.”
She looked at the clock and asked “why are you up so early?”
“Not know. Just up, watching you.”
She turned over on to her back and stretched, arching her chest up off of the bed.
“What do you want to do today?” she asked. Sex and food were the only things that I had on the agenda. Everything else was pretty much up in the air.
“Sex. Food. More Sex and more food.”
She laughed at me while getting up to open the curtains opposite the bed. It was still pretty dark outside. Sunrise wasn’t for another half hour. Las Vegas was a city that didn’t sleep so there were people out and about already. When she crawled back into bed I laid down beside her. We stayed like that until sunlight had completely filled the room.
Nef's POV
My flight to Vegas was about 6 hours long. I slept through most of it. My birthday weekend followed by Father’s day with my family had left me absolutely exhausted. On Saturday night I had gone out with my twin brother and a group of friends for our 24th birthday. I couldn’t actually remember the number of bars that we went to. My friends and I always knew how to have a good time. Sunday morning I had to drive back to Baltimore for a family brunch.
”You look a little sick. Are you both alright?” my mother asked.
”They’re not sick. They’re hungover.” my father answered.
My mother clicked her tongue at us. We knew she didn’t approve of drinking but she didn’t nag us about it. She place glasses of something that smelled horrid in front of us.
”Drink this,” she ordered, "and next time remember to drink plenty of Gatorade before you go to bed.”
I had brought the luggage for my trip home with me because it was easier to leave from my parents’ house to go to Baltimore-Washington International Airport than it was to leave from my apartment. My dad dropped me off the morning of my flight and told me to call him when I landed. My flight left at 8 am so I would land somewhere around 11 am PST. I’ve never been one to dress up for travel so I wore a pair of yoga pants, running shoes, a camy, and Sasha’s hoodie.
In the days leading up to this trip I had become exceedingly antsy and excited. I wanted Sasha and I wanted him now. I missed him every day and the closer I came to reuniting with him the more my missing him increased. I missed the sound of his voice, the feel of his arms, the warmth that seemed to follow him around all the time. I wanted my Sasha.
Sasha had been texting me throughout the night and morning. He flew into Moscow so that he could leave with Ovie. They then flew from Moscow to Dulles International in Washington, DC to grabbed a connect flight to put them in Vegas. The flight from Moscow to DC was about 18 hours and the flight from DC to Vegas was another 5 or 6 hours. I expected him to be completely exhausted by the time he got to me. You’re doing nothing but sitting on long flights but they always seemed to drain all the strength and energy from you.
When I landed instead of waiting at the airport I head straight to the hotel to check in. Sasha’s flight had been delayed coming out of Moscow so there was still another 7 hours before he would get to Vegas. With the delay they had missed their connecting flight and were put on a later plane.
We were staying at the Bellagio. I checked in to the reservation under my name. The hotel was amazingly beautiful and every room was absolutely breath taking. There was a large king size bed that dominated a good portion of the far right wall. There were windows that ran from the ceiling to the floor or the left side opposite the building. We were on the side of the building that faced the sunrise. Well it faced as much of the sunrise as you could set on the strip. I showered and changed before heading down out find food and wander around. It was June in Las Vegas so I opted to wear a light sun dress. By the time I’d finished showering it was 1:30pm thanks to the time difference.
Between noon and 6 are always the hottest part of any summer day and Las Vegas was no different. The temperature outside was above 100 degrees. I wore a blue cape sleeve dress with a flower trim at the bottom and at the shoulders with my swim suit on underneath. I was tired but I didn’t want to take a nap because I would be up all night while Sasha slept. After having a quick meal at one of the hotel restaurants I walked around for a little while looking at the different hotels and doing a little bit of shopping.
When I got back to the hotel I still had a lot of time to kill so I went down to the pool and pool bar to lounge around for a little while.
I relaxed on a lounger with a cocktail and a book to enjoy the sun. I had been laying there for about an hour before I turned over so that I could evenly tan. My dark copper brown skin didn’t burn easily. In fact I had only ever burned once before. It happened when I was 10 and I had wandered away from the village we were visiting in Egypt and gotten lost in the desert. I had put on sun block after my shower so I wasn’t at all worried about burning. I was more concerned with trying to get an even tan. I always wear tankinis with either a skirt or shorts. If I did feel like wearing a bikini top I wore a skirt or shorts bottom. I’m entirely to “well endowed” to get away with wearing a tiny bikini. I would look like I walked right off the set of a playboy shoot.
“You are entirely too beautiful to be out here all alone,” I heard someone say.
I turned over to see who was speaking and I saw a guy that looked like he could have walked right out of the Jersey Shore. He was super tanned – but not a natural tanned, he looked orange, muscular, and had his hair spiked up.
“What’s your name sweetheart?” he asked as he sat down on the lounger beside me.
“Nefertiti.”
“That’s different. It’s….”
“Egyptian.”
“So my exotic beauty, you are entirely too gorgeous to be out here alone.” Is this guy for real? He turned so that he was sitting sideways on the lounger and leaned in closer to me.
“Not alone, just waiting. My boyfriend’s flight was delayed.”
“He can’t be too much of a boyfriend if he let you travel alone.”
What the hell? Let me travel alone? Most of the time when I mention a boyfriend guys back off…at least the respectable ones back off. This guy. Not so much. I tried to politely tell him that I wasn’t interested but he just wasn’t having it. The more I said no and no thanks the more he seemed bent on taking me out. He bought me a drink and told me that we would go out to one of the hotel clubs later that night.
“I’m sorry sir, but I’m really not interested.”
I had been lying on my stomach with my head turned toward the Jersey Shore guy. He had yet to mention his name so in my head I called him the Jersey Shore guy. I felt something cold being poured onto my back and I turned my head ready to lay out whoever had poured something on me. I was greeted by the signature gapped-tooth smile that belonged to Ovie. He was standing over me dripping cold water onto my back.
“Ovie!” I shouted jumping up to hug him. “Where’s Sasha?”
“He put on a different flight. He be here later.” The megawatt smile I had immediately dimmed. “What? You no happy to see me?”
Ovie feigned hurt and I said “Of course I want to see you but I wanna see Sasha too.”
He hugged me again, patting the top of my head, telling me that it would be okay, and that Sasha would be here soon. I heard someone clear their throat and I expected it to be Jersey Shore guy but it wasn’t. It was Sasha! I looked up and I saw him standing beside us wearing purple board shorts, flip flops, and shades.
“Sasha!” I screamed jumping from one pair of arms to the next. He picked me up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, and crushing his lips to mine. By now people were staring at us, probably wondering what was wrong with this girl jumping around like a Mexican Jumping Bean. I couldn’t care less. Sasha was here, he was in my arms, and I was touching and kissing him. That’s all that mattered
“I missed you!” I said when we finally came up for air.
“I miss you too,” he said burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply.
He lowered me back down to the ground and I looked up into the bright smile that was plastered to his face. Oh God, it felt so good to be with him. He sat down on the lounger, propping up the back of it so he could sit down with his back leading against it. I inserted myself between his legs wanting to as close to him as possible. Ovie was sitting on the lounger next to us, they one that Jersey Shore guy had been sitting in. I hadn’t noticed the guy leaving at all.
I reached over and punched Ovie in the arm. He’d lied to me. How could he play with my emotions like that?
“You jerk! You told me that he was on a different flight.”
Sasha laughed when Ovie told him what he had done and how my face had looked when he told me that he wasn’t here yet. My face flushed bright red in embarrassment at my eagerness.
“It okay. Sasha antsy the whole flight. He not sit still and want plane to hurry up and fly faster.”
It was about 6 pm and there were still a couple of hours before sunset. We swam around the pool for a little bit. Sasha and I tried to keep the PDAs to a respectable minimum but it was hard. It had been a month and a half since we had seen each other. We wanted to touch and kiss and be close to each other.
Once we left the pool Sasha and I went upstairs to our room while Ovie went to his. They both looked tired and I knew that there was a whole day of interviews and media related events for Ovie on the next day and the day after – the actual day of the ceremony. Sasha told me that both Jose and Mike Green would be flying in tomorrow afternoon. Mike was a finalist for the Norris and Jose for the Bill Masterton and the King Clancy.
Sasha and I showered together; we sat under the rain shower head until our skin was wrinkly and water logged. I’d missed talking to him. We ordered room service for dinner and snuggled down into bed. He had been yawning nonstop since we got out of the shower.
“Sorry. I tired,” he said.
“No worries. Turnover onto your stomach.”
I rubbed his back for him and it wasn’t long before he was a sleep. I fell asleep right after him.
Sasha’s POV
I yawned for what seemed like the 900th time.
“Sorry. I tired,” I said. I hadn’t really been able to sleep on the flights. I was too antsy, too excited to see Nef.
When I saw her by the pool she launched herself into my arms. I gladly caught her and wrapped her legs around my waist. It didn’t matter that there were a lot of people staring at us; we were too caught up with seeing each other for the first time in nearly two months.
“Oh God, I missed you,” she said as she leaned into me on the lounger.
She settled herself between my legs and I pulled her back so that she was flush against me. I buried my face in her neck and inhaled deeply. She smelled like home, like warmth, like perfection.
“No worries. Turnover onto your stomach.”
I turned over and she started to rub my back. A few minutes later I was asleep. It wasn’t what we planned for our first night back together but falling asleep next to her was just what I needed. It seemed like I slept the best when she was snuggled up against me.
When I woke up again the bedside clock read 4:36am. I was still lying face down on the bed and I felt Nef cuddled against me with her head and arm resting on my back. Her breathing was deep and even. I tried to slowly ease myself off the bed but that resulted in Nef shifting and tossing her leg across me. It effectively pinned me to her. It took a few minutes but I managed to slip from the bed without waking her. I sat on the edge of the bed watching her. She was beautiful. I’ll admit there is something about seeing Nef wearing my clothes that excites me. She was wearing a pair of my boxers and one of my t-shirts.
I leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead and in her sleep she turned her head toward me. Her hand reached for me and when she felt the empty spot she roused.
“Sasha?” she called, her voice thick with sleep.
“Da. I’m here.”
She looked at the clock and asked “why are you up so early?”
“Not know. Just up, watching you.”
She turned over on to her back and stretched, arching her chest up off of the bed.
“What do you want to do today?” she asked. Sex and food were the only things that I had on the agenda. Everything else was pretty much up in the air.
“Sex. Food. More Sex and more food.”
She laughed at me while getting up to open the curtains opposite the bed. It was still pretty dark outside. Sunrise wasn’t for another half hour. Las Vegas was a city that didn’t sleep so there were people out and about already. When she crawled back into bed I laid down beside her. We stayed like that until sunlight had completely filled the room.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Chapter 33 – Stay
Nef’s POV
I do not do well with waiting. In 6 days I’d be heading to Vegas to spend a week with Sasha. Since I booked my flight I’d been counting down the weeks, days, hours, and minutes until I see him. I sent him a copy of a video letter I had spent a little more than a month working on. I’d started at the end of the season and wanted to continue it through the playoffs. It was just a silly little idea that had popped into my head one day. He called me the day after he got to Moscow…slightly hung over because the guys had gone out the night before.
“Thank you for my present. It was sweet.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” I said into the phone.
I had roped Ovie into my plan to send Sasha the video.
“I didn’t know what it was. Ovie just threw DVD case at my head and say “Watch it.” I not know it was from you.”
That was the idea. It was a surprise. There were several times over the last month that flowers were sent to my apartment from Sasha. Even though we were apart he still managed to make me feel special. With each bouquet of flowers he sent me letters and notes that said how much he thought of me and how often he missed me.
“What day are you leaving?” my mom asked. I’d gone home for dinner with the family.
“The morning of the 21st so I’ll be home for my birthday and for father’s day.”
“Who is meeting you at the airport?”
“No one Ommy. Sasha’s flight lands a few hours after mine. I might wait for him. He told me to just go to the hotel and check in.”
“I don’t want you to be at the Las Vegas airport alone. It’s not safe,” she told me. My parents had this habit of treating me like a child. I’ll be 24 in four days. You would think that I am capable of taking a trip alone.
“I’ll be fine Ommy. It’s a morning flight so I’ll be there in the early afternoon. Sasha flight lands at 5:30 if it’s not delayed. That’s only a few hours at the airport alone.“
The morning of my birthday I was still at home with my family. My mom made my favorite breakfast – chocolate chip pancakes. There was a delivery of a dozen red roses from Sasha with a note.
”I’m sorry I could be there on your birthday but I’m excited to see you in just a few days. I miss you so much. Can’t wait to hold you close, my sweet. – Your Sashenka.”
It was so unbelievably sappy and sweet. I loved it! I called him to tell him that I had gotten the flowers, that I missed him, and that I was excited to finally see him again. I didn’t stay on the phone too long; birthday mornings are family oriented. Later that day I drove back to Silver Spring. My friends were taking me out to go clubbing in Adam’s Morgan. I still had to back for my week with Sasha.
“Hey Nef?” Jesse asked as I walked into our apartment. “Have you taken the boyfriend trip to Victoria’s Secret?”
“Boyfriend trip to Victoria’s Secret?” What’s a boyfriend trip to Victoria’s Secret?
“You’re seeing your boyfriend for the first time in a month and a half. You should probably wear sexy lingerie.”
Oh. That. Makes sense. “Ummm, I probably won’t be in it long enough to justify buying it and besides he has a thing for my belly dancing costumes. I’ve got a couple of new ones that I want to wear for him.”
“Ooooo, going for the exotic beauty.”
“Not really, more like playing toward the boy’s fetishes. I’ve only danced for him once and he definitely wants it to happen again.”
Jesse had asked me a little while ago to teach her how to belly dance. I told her that we could do it over the summer when we both would have more time.
“We’ve got a couple of hours to kill so I could give you a lesson now if you want.”
Jesse and I spent the rest of the afternoon going over the basics.
Sasha’s POV
”Come on Sasha, we’re going to be late,” Nadiya said to me. We were going out with a group of her friends and my friends.
I had been hanging out with her while I was home and since I got back from Moscow we’d gone out to a few bars and clubs. I introduced her to my sister, Svetlana. They seemed to get along and Lana was able to introduce her to other women in Krasnoyarsk. Tonight we were going out to Planet Krasnoyarsk; it’s the biggest club in the city and it has the best DJs.
”I’ll be there in a second!” I shouted after her. I was on the phone with Nef, wishing her a happy birthday. With the 12 hour time difference between Krasnoyarsk and DC she was sitting down to have breakfast with her family.
”I’ll see you in a few days,” she said as we hung up.
We met Nadiya’s friends, Yuri, Mikhail, and Svetlana at Planet Krasnoyarsk. It was crowded to say the least but the atmosphere was amazing. From the moment we walked in there was good music and lots of good alcohol. You haven’t been partying until you have been to a Russian Club. I had rarely had the chance to hang out with my sister in this type of environment. She was after all married with two young children. Most of her nights were spend running around after kids, giving baths, and telling bed time stories. She was actually a fun time.
”Come here my wonderful little brother,” her arms wrapped around my neck. We were dancing together on the dance floor.
”Lana, you’re drunk.”
”No, no, no I’m not drunk. I’ve only had three drinks.” That just means you’re a lightweight.
”Lana, Come take a shot with me!” Nadiya yelled from the dance floor.
I saw Lana and Nadiya go toward the bar as I started dancing with one of Nadiya’s friends. I hadn’t bothered to learn their names. This one was super thin and her hair was bleached platinum blond. When Nadiya and Lana came back toward me they each had a shot in hand.
”Oh baby brother!” she crooned in a singsong voice. This can’t be good.
”You need to catch up. Drink these.”
I don’t know what they gave me but it burned. I wasn’t trying to get drunk but it seemed like Lana and Nadiya had other ideas. They wanted to get me as drunk as they were. A little while later we were sitting around a table lounging.
”I had fun tonight,” Nadiya told me as she leaned toward me. Her words were slightly slurred. ”It’s nice to be able to hang out with you.”
”I had fun too.”
We spent a little while talking about her adventures at school. Her friends had a lot of drunken stories to tell.
”I am not that bad. she protested. The platinum blond one was telling a story about how Nadiya had gotten pissy drunk and broke up with one of her ex-boyfriends. Apparently she yelled at him and broke up with him at a party. She had done it in front of everyone.
”Don’t forget about that time at the lake,” the blonde one said. ”You almost got arrested because you wanted to walk around naked!,”
”Shut up!” Nadiya shrieked.
”Woah, wait. You have to tell this story,” Lana urged.
”Well we were having a camping trip at the lake and decided to go skinny dipping. A long story short the cops showed up and told us that we couldn’t do that. Drunk Miss Nadiya gets into it with the officers about her God given right to walk around naked. They almost arrested her for it. ”
It was closer to 3 am when we left. I rode with Svetlana and Nadiya in a cab to make sure she got home safely.
”It’s late. You can stay here until the morning,” she offered.
”It’s okay. I still have to make sure that Lana gets home.”
”She can stay too.” she grabbed my hand a pulled me insider of her apartment.
”She can’t. I don’t think her husband would appreciate her staying out all night.” I made sure that Nadiya was safe insider her apartment and then I turned to walk toward the door.
”Please be safe. I’ll worry about you.” I told her that I would be fine.
After dropping Lana off at home I finally made it to my bed at about 4:30 am.
I do not do well with waiting. In 6 days I’d be heading to Vegas to spend a week with Sasha. Since I booked my flight I’d been counting down the weeks, days, hours, and minutes until I see him. I sent him a copy of a video letter I had spent a little more than a month working on. I’d started at the end of the season and wanted to continue it through the playoffs. It was just a silly little idea that had popped into my head one day. He called me the day after he got to Moscow…slightly hung over because the guys had gone out the night before.
“Thank you for my present. It was sweet.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” I said into the phone.
I had roped Ovie into my plan to send Sasha the video.
“I didn’t know what it was. Ovie just threw DVD case at my head and say “Watch it.” I not know it was from you.”
That was the idea. It was a surprise. There were several times over the last month that flowers were sent to my apartment from Sasha. Even though we were apart he still managed to make me feel special. With each bouquet of flowers he sent me letters and notes that said how much he thought of me and how often he missed me.
“What day are you leaving?” my mom asked. I’d gone home for dinner with the family.
“The morning of the 21st so I’ll be home for my birthday and for father’s day.”
“Who is meeting you at the airport?”
“No one Ommy. Sasha’s flight lands a few hours after mine. I might wait for him. He told me to just go to the hotel and check in.”
“I don’t want you to be at the Las Vegas airport alone. It’s not safe,” she told me. My parents had this habit of treating me like a child. I’ll be 24 in four days. You would think that I am capable of taking a trip alone.
“I’ll be fine Ommy. It’s a morning flight so I’ll be there in the early afternoon. Sasha flight lands at 5:30 if it’s not delayed. That’s only a few hours at the airport alone.“
The morning of my birthday I was still at home with my family. My mom made my favorite breakfast – chocolate chip pancakes. There was a delivery of a dozen red roses from Sasha with a note.
”I’m sorry I could be there on your birthday but I’m excited to see you in just a few days. I miss you so much. Can’t wait to hold you close, my sweet. – Your Sashenka.”
It was so unbelievably sappy and sweet. I loved it! I called him to tell him that I had gotten the flowers, that I missed him, and that I was excited to finally see him again. I didn’t stay on the phone too long; birthday mornings are family oriented. Later that day I drove back to Silver Spring. My friends were taking me out to go clubbing in Adam’s Morgan. I still had to back for my week with Sasha.
“Hey Nef?” Jesse asked as I walked into our apartment. “Have you taken the boyfriend trip to Victoria’s Secret?”
“Boyfriend trip to Victoria’s Secret?” What’s a boyfriend trip to Victoria’s Secret?
“You’re seeing your boyfriend for the first time in a month and a half. You should probably wear sexy lingerie.”
Oh. That. Makes sense. “Ummm, I probably won’t be in it long enough to justify buying it and besides he has a thing for my belly dancing costumes. I’ve got a couple of new ones that I want to wear for him.”
“Ooooo, going for the exotic beauty.”
“Not really, more like playing toward the boy’s fetishes. I’ve only danced for him once and he definitely wants it to happen again.”
Jesse had asked me a little while ago to teach her how to belly dance. I told her that we could do it over the summer when we both would have more time.
“We’ve got a couple of hours to kill so I could give you a lesson now if you want.”
Jesse and I spent the rest of the afternoon going over the basics.
Sasha’s POV
”Come on Sasha, we’re going to be late,” Nadiya said to me. We were going out with a group of her friends and my friends.
I had been hanging out with her while I was home and since I got back from Moscow we’d gone out to a few bars and clubs. I introduced her to my sister, Svetlana. They seemed to get along and Lana was able to introduce her to other women in Krasnoyarsk. Tonight we were going out to Planet Krasnoyarsk; it’s the biggest club in the city and it has the best DJs.
”I’ll be there in a second!” I shouted after her. I was on the phone with Nef, wishing her a happy birthday. With the 12 hour time difference between Krasnoyarsk and DC she was sitting down to have breakfast with her family.
”I’ll see you in a few days,” she said as we hung up.
We met Nadiya’s friends, Yuri, Mikhail, and Svetlana at Planet Krasnoyarsk. It was crowded to say the least but the atmosphere was amazing. From the moment we walked in there was good music and lots of good alcohol. You haven’t been partying until you have been to a Russian Club. I had rarely had the chance to hang out with my sister in this type of environment. She was after all married with two young children. Most of her nights were spend running around after kids, giving baths, and telling bed time stories. She was actually a fun time.
”Come here my wonderful little brother,” her arms wrapped around my neck. We were dancing together on the dance floor.
”Lana, you’re drunk.”
”No, no, no I’m not drunk. I’ve only had three drinks.” That just means you’re a lightweight.
”Lana, Come take a shot with me!” Nadiya yelled from the dance floor.
I saw Lana and Nadiya go toward the bar as I started dancing with one of Nadiya’s friends. I hadn’t bothered to learn their names. This one was super thin and her hair was bleached platinum blond. When Nadiya and Lana came back toward me they each had a shot in hand.
”Oh baby brother!” she crooned in a singsong voice. This can’t be good.
”You need to catch up. Drink these.”
I don’t know what they gave me but it burned. I wasn’t trying to get drunk but it seemed like Lana and Nadiya had other ideas. They wanted to get me as drunk as they were. A little while later we were sitting around a table lounging.
”I had fun tonight,” Nadiya told me as she leaned toward me. Her words were slightly slurred. ”It’s nice to be able to hang out with you.”
”I had fun too.”
We spent a little while talking about her adventures at school. Her friends had a lot of drunken stories to tell.
”I am not that bad. she protested. The platinum blond one was telling a story about how Nadiya had gotten pissy drunk and broke up with one of her ex-boyfriends. Apparently she yelled at him and broke up with him at a party. She had done it in front of everyone.
”Don’t forget about that time at the lake,” the blonde one said. ”You almost got arrested because you wanted to walk around naked!,”
”Shut up!” Nadiya shrieked.
”Woah, wait. You have to tell this story,” Lana urged.
”Well we were having a camping trip at the lake and decided to go skinny dipping. A long story short the cops showed up and told us that we couldn’t do that. Drunk Miss Nadiya gets into it with the officers about her God given right to walk around naked. They almost arrested her for it. ”
It was closer to 3 am when we left. I rode with Svetlana and Nadiya in a cab to make sure she got home safely.
”It’s late. You can stay here until the morning,” she offered.
”It’s okay. I still have to make sure that Lana gets home.”
”She can stay too.” she grabbed my hand a pulled me insider of her apartment.
”She can’t. I don’t think her husband would appreciate her staying out all night.” I made sure that Nadiya was safe insider her apartment and then I turned to walk toward the door.
”Please be safe. I’ll worry about you.” I told her that I would be fine.
After dropping Lana off at home I finally made it to my bed at about 4:30 am.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Chapter 32 – Россия
Sasha’s POV
I’ve been home for about two weeks. We won Silver in Germany. We’d lost to the Czech team. For the first few days all I did was sleep, eat, and talk to Nef on the phone. I used that time to let my body heal. I’d come away from hockey with quite a few bumps and bruises.
After the first few days my mother started coming to my room and asking me when I was going to get out of bed. ”Sometime before training camp,” had been my response. She’d told me that a family friend had returned to Krasnoyarsk after studying in St. Petersburg for University. Nadiya was her name. We had been close friends when we were younger. My mother told me that it would be nice for me to hang out with her, help her get reacquainted with home.
We hung out a few time. Basic stuff like going for coffee, shopping, and our family had gone yachting together on the Krasnoyarsk reservoir. She was a nice girl.
”How is Nadiya doing?” my mom asked one afternoon.
”She’s okay. We went downtown for lunch. She wanted to know more about DC.”
”That was nice of you.”
My dad and I were heading down to the local ice rink. There was a skate sessions scheduled for me and kids from the local mite league. It was something I did a few times each summer. I had done one for the first time in Washington (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rV3Wnbg9zpQ). I liked working with children. Some of my favorite memories from growing up were from when I got to meet some of the Russian NHL players.
Before the actual skate there was a question and answer session where the kids got to ask questions. A lot of the questions were standard. What is the NHL like? What was it like going to a hockey school? Do you ever miss home? Why don’t you play for the KHL?
”The NHL is my dream. It was my dream since I was young, younger than you are now. I get to live my dream every day.”
Nef and I had started a new thing. We started sending picture messages back and forth to each other. She’d gone on a beach trip with friends and sent me a picture of her laid out in the sun in a brown and teal two piece swimsuit (AN: picture of swimsuit at the bottom of the entry). I had started some light conditioning and training and sent her picture of me lifting weights.
I was difficult being away from each other for so long. There were days when it seemed like the distance between us didn’t matter and we were amazingly happy. Then there were days when all we wanted to do was hold each other close and the fact that we couldn’t made us miserable.
”Sema, do you want to come to Moscow for a few days?” Ovie asked me when he called one afternoon.
I was headed to Moscow for 4 days.
”You should take Nadiya with you,” my mom said as I was packing.
”I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s going to be a bunch of guys hanging out.”
”There have to be some girls she can hang out with while you’re there. Don’t these guys have girlfriends?” Probably. I’m not sure if they are going to be there.
”Probably but so far all I know is that it’s a bunch of guys hanging out and partying. I don’t think she would enjoy it. I’ll be back in a few days. I’m staying at Ovie’s place in the city. ”
She was starting to get just a little bit pushy when it came to Nadiya. I understand that she told Nadiya’s mom that she would look after her but this was a little much. I told my mom that maybe Svetlana might want to spend time with her. Nadiya might be able to relate to a girl better than she would be able to relate to me.
My mother has this face that she makes when you aren’t doing what she wants. She purses her lips together and narrows her eyes. She doesn’t actually say anything but she shakes her head slightly. She was giving me that look right now. I didn’t have time to worry about it. I needed to finish packing and get to the airport.
When I landed in Moscow Ovie was there to pick me up. We went back to his apartment rather than his dasha just outside the city. Our friends, Constantine and Yuri, were already there. After dropping off my luggage in one of the guest rooms I plopped down on the couch, pushing Yuri onto the floor. Ovie threw a package at me and told me that I needed to open it. It was a sealed envelope with no writing on it. It turned out to be a DVD. The cover was blank and there was no label on the disc.
”What is this?” I asked.
”Something someone sent to me for you.” Wow Ovie, thanks for being so descriptive. It’s something someone sent to you.
I got up and put the DVD into the player in the living room. When the menu popped up and pressed play and Nef was on the screen. She was sitting on her bed holding the camera toward the mirror that was across from her bed.
“Hi Kitten! So it’s been more than a month since I’ve seen you. I miss you! I thought I’d show you the little project I’ve been working on for a bit.”
The screen cut to a shot of me sleeping in her bed, snuggled under her bright pink blankets.
”Shit!” I thought. I reached for the remote to turn it off but before I could get to it Ovie had pushed me onto the floor and sat on my back. Constantine grabbed the remote.
”Turn it off,” I said.
”No way. Who is that?” Yuri asked.
”His girlfriend,” I tried to push Ovie off of me but I couldn’t move his fat ass. He grabbed my left wrist and pinned it behind my back. Why is it that I always end up with someone holding me down doing something that I don’t want them to do? I don’t mean to sound whiny but damn it, stop picking on me!
”She’s got a nice ass,” Constantine.
”She’s got a nice rack too,” Ovie.
I looked up at the screen and it was Nef, Jesse, and a few of their friends skating around at Kettler. Nef had on black yoga pants and a tight u-neck red shirt.
”You know, you’ve never skated with me. I feel slighted.” I didn’t know that she knew how to skate. She glided gracefully around the ice. At one point she did a spin while doing a full back bend.
”Ohhhh and she’s flexible too!” Yuri, stop drooling over my girlfriend.
The screen changed again. This time she was on the mall in DC.
”Sometimes I come here to sit in this tree and read.” It was the cherry blossom tree that we had taken that picture in. That picture sat on the nightstand beside my bed. I even had a copy of it in my phone.
”My grandmother sent me some new costumes that you might like.” She was in her room with lots of brightly color pieces of clothing spread out on her bed.
”Would you like to see some of them?”
She picked up a black one. This belly dancing costume had pants instead of a skirt like the one I had seen before. She went off camera to put it on. When she came back she was wear a black halter with thin metal chains loops hanging from onside, a black scarf draped over her shoulders and tied in the back. The pants…they could hardly be called pants sat low on her hips, with wide slits down the side of her thighs and calves. They were drawn together at the knee and at the ankle.
”So, what do you think?” I liked this one.
”I think it makes my butt look big.” She turned and arched her back so that her butt stuck out toward the camera. It didn’t make her butt look big; her butt did that all on its own. It did however hug all the right curves.
”I’ve been working on a new dance. Should I show you now or should I wait until I see you in Vegas?”
”Now is good.” Ovie said.
”I think I’ll make you wait.”
”She’s a tease!” Yes, she is a tease. I didn’t want them to see her dance.
I’m pretty sure she’s going to be upset if she finds out that others have seen this.
”Alright, that’s enough. Turn it off please.” This time they actually
listened.
I took the dvd out of the player and put it in my luggage. I would watch the rest of it later.
”You’re dating a girl in DC?” Constantine asked.
”Yeah, we’ve been together a little while now. I met her at the beginning of last season in DC.”
I hadn’t really told many people back home about Nef. A few people knew that I was seeing someone but I didn’t go into detail. I try to keep my private life as private as possible. They spent the next hour talking about my girlfriend’s body. They even went as far as to ask me about our sex life. I had managed to avoid locker room talk. Most of the time in DC when the guys asked I jokingly said that she was a nun and Ovie or someone else would say that it meant that she was a freak in bed. In Germany it didn’t come up at all. Now it was a little hard to play it off.
”She’s a belly dancer. She has to be good in bed.” Constantine, two plus two is four. I knew the way her hips could move and I knew how good it felt.
Later that night we went out to club Mio. They always have good DJs and their door policy made it so that we wouldn’t be harassed. There were a few times when we tried new places we were hounded by people. There was always girls that threw themselves at us. It happened here; it happened in DC. It was a part of life. When we felt like talking one of them home we did. Since Nef and I started dating I hadn't been with anyone but her.
We stayed out late and we got pretty drunk. We had to carry Yuri back to Ovie's place. He kept mumbling "I want one." One of what? This kid needs to learn to hold his liquor better.
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Author's Note:
Nef's Swim suit
I’ve been home for about two weeks. We won Silver in Germany. We’d lost to the Czech team. For the first few days all I did was sleep, eat, and talk to Nef on the phone. I used that time to let my body heal. I’d come away from hockey with quite a few bumps and bruises.
After the first few days my mother started coming to my room and asking me when I was going to get out of bed. ”Sometime before training camp,” had been my response. She’d told me that a family friend had returned to Krasnoyarsk after studying in St. Petersburg for University. Nadiya was her name. We had been close friends when we were younger. My mother told me that it would be nice for me to hang out with her, help her get reacquainted with home.
We hung out a few time. Basic stuff like going for coffee, shopping, and our family had gone yachting together on the Krasnoyarsk reservoir. She was a nice girl.
”How is Nadiya doing?” my mom asked one afternoon.
”She’s okay. We went downtown for lunch. She wanted to know more about DC.”
”That was nice of you.”
My dad and I were heading down to the local ice rink. There was a skate sessions scheduled for me and kids from the local mite league. It was something I did a few times each summer. I had done one for the first time in Washington (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rV3Wnbg9zpQ). I liked working with children. Some of my favorite memories from growing up were from when I got to meet some of the Russian NHL players.
Before the actual skate there was a question and answer session where the kids got to ask questions. A lot of the questions were standard. What is the NHL like? What was it like going to a hockey school? Do you ever miss home? Why don’t you play for the KHL?
”The NHL is my dream. It was my dream since I was young, younger than you are now. I get to live my dream every day.”
Nef and I had started a new thing. We started sending picture messages back and forth to each other. She’d gone on a beach trip with friends and sent me a picture of her laid out in the sun in a brown and teal two piece swimsuit (AN: picture of swimsuit at the bottom of the entry). I had started some light conditioning and training and sent her picture of me lifting weights.
I was difficult being away from each other for so long. There were days when it seemed like the distance between us didn’t matter and we were amazingly happy. Then there were days when all we wanted to do was hold each other close and the fact that we couldn’t made us miserable.
”Sema, do you want to come to Moscow for a few days?” Ovie asked me when he called one afternoon.
I was headed to Moscow for 4 days.
”You should take Nadiya with you,” my mom said as I was packing.
”I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s going to be a bunch of guys hanging out.”
”There have to be some girls she can hang out with while you’re there. Don’t these guys have girlfriends?” Probably. I’m not sure if they are going to be there.
”Probably but so far all I know is that it’s a bunch of guys hanging out and partying. I don’t think she would enjoy it. I’ll be back in a few days. I’m staying at Ovie’s place in the city. ”
She was starting to get just a little bit pushy when it came to Nadiya. I understand that she told Nadiya’s mom that she would look after her but this was a little much. I told my mom that maybe Svetlana might want to spend time with her. Nadiya might be able to relate to a girl better than she would be able to relate to me.
My mother has this face that she makes when you aren’t doing what she wants. She purses her lips together and narrows her eyes. She doesn’t actually say anything but she shakes her head slightly. She was giving me that look right now. I didn’t have time to worry about it. I needed to finish packing and get to the airport.
When I landed in Moscow Ovie was there to pick me up. We went back to his apartment rather than his dasha just outside the city. Our friends, Constantine and Yuri, were already there. After dropping off my luggage in one of the guest rooms I plopped down on the couch, pushing Yuri onto the floor. Ovie threw a package at me and told me that I needed to open it. It was a sealed envelope with no writing on it. It turned out to be a DVD. The cover was blank and there was no label on the disc.
”What is this?” I asked.
”Something someone sent to me for you.” Wow Ovie, thanks for being so descriptive. It’s something someone sent to you.
I got up and put the DVD into the player in the living room. When the menu popped up and pressed play and Nef was on the screen. She was sitting on her bed holding the camera toward the mirror that was across from her bed.
“Hi Kitten! So it’s been more than a month since I’ve seen you. I miss you! I thought I’d show you the little project I’ve been working on for a bit.”
The screen cut to a shot of me sleeping in her bed, snuggled under her bright pink blankets.
”Shit!” I thought. I reached for the remote to turn it off but before I could get to it Ovie had pushed me onto the floor and sat on my back. Constantine grabbed the remote.
”Turn it off,” I said.
”No way. Who is that?” Yuri asked.
”His girlfriend,” I tried to push Ovie off of me but I couldn’t move his fat ass. He grabbed my left wrist and pinned it behind my back. Why is it that I always end up with someone holding me down doing something that I don’t want them to do? I don’t mean to sound whiny but damn it, stop picking on me!
”She’s got a nice ass,” Constantine.
”She’s got a nice rack too,” Ovie.
I looked up at the screen and it was Nef, Jesse, and a few of their friends skating around at Kettler. Nef had on black yoga pants and a tight u-neck red shirt.
”You know, you’ve never skated with me. I feel slighted.” I didn’t know that she knew how to skate. She glided gracefully around the ice. At one point she did a spin while doing a full back bend.
”Ohhhh and she’s flexible too!” Yuri, stop drooling over my girlfriend.
The screen changed again. This time she was on the mall in DC.
”Sometimes I come here to sit in this tree and read.” It was the cherry blossom tree that we had taken that picture in. That picture sat on the nightstand beside my bed. I even had a copy of it in my phone.
”My grandmother sent me some new costumes that you might like.” She was in her room with lots of brightly color pieces of clothing spread out on her bed.
”Would you like to see some of them?”
She picked up a black one. This belly dancing costume had pants instead of a skirt like the one I had seen before. She went off camera to put it on. When she came back she was wear a black halter with thin metal chains loops hanging from onside, a black scarf draped over her shoulders and tied in the back. The pants…they could hardly be called pants sat low on her hips, with wide slits down the side of her thighs and calves. They were drawn together at the knee and at the ankle.
”So, what do you think?” I liked this one.
”I think it makes my butt look big.” She turned and arched her back so that her butt stuck out toward the camera. It didn’t make her butt look big; her butt did that all on its own. It did however hug all the right curves.
”I’ve been working on a new dance. Should I show you now or should I wait until I see you in Vegas?”
”Now is good.” Ovie said.
”I think I’ll make you wait.”
”She’s a tease!” Yes, she is a tease. I didn’t want them to see her dance.
I’m pretty sure she’s going to be upset if she finds out that others have seen this.
”Alright, that’s enough. Turn it off please.” This time they actually
listened.
I took the dvd out of the player and put it in my luggage. I would watch the rest of it later.
”You’re dating a girl in DC?” Constantine asked.
”Yeah, we’ve been together a little while now. I met her at the beginning of last season in DC.”
I hadn’t really told many people back home about Nef. A few people knew that I was seeing someone but I didn’t go into detail. I try to keep my private life as private as possible. They spent the next hour talking about my girlfriend’s body. They even went as far as to ask me about our sex life. I had managed to avoid locker room talk. Most of the time in DC when the guys asked I jokingly said that she was a nun and Ovie or someone else would say that it meant that she was a freak in bed. In Germany it didn’t come up at all. Now it was a little hard to play it off.
”She’s a belly dancer. She has to be good in bed.” Constantine, two plus two is four. I knew the way her hips could move and I knew how good it felt.
Later that night we went out to club Mio. They always have good DJs and their door policy made it so that we wouldn’t be harassed. There were a few times when we tried new places we were hounded by people. There was always girls that threw themselves at us. It happened here; it happened in DC. It was a part of life. When we felt like talking one of them home we did. Since Nef and I started dating I hadn't been with anyone but her.
We stayed out late and we got pretty drunk. We had to carry Yuri back to Ovie's place. He kept mumbling "I want one." One of what? This kid needs to learn to hold his liquor better.
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Author's Note:
Nef's Swim suit
Friday, July 2, 2010
Chapter 31 – Puff the Magic Dragon.
AN: Sorry for the massive delay! Between work and the World Cup I've been really distracted. I actually had a sudden burst of inspiration and I've written quite a few chapters! Hopefully there won't be another delay but I do
start my summer grad class next week...I'll try not to flake! And now on to the good stuf!!!! :)
Soundtrack: Incubus - I Miss You
Nef's POV
Sometime between finals and work I found time to follow the World Championship tournament. Germany is only 6 hours a head so I got the chance to talk to Sasha a little more frequently. I was on the Metro coming home from work one afternoon when my phone rang.
”Hi babe,” I heard Sasha say.
“Hi Sashka, what’s up?”
”Nothing, stuck in the hotel tonight. Bored,”
“You guys don’t play again for another two days. Why didn’t you go out?”
”Can’t. Coach told us that we’re not allowed to leave the hotel. Not after what happened with the media last time.” The guys had been filmed smoking after dinner at a restaurant.
Oddly enough they were in trouble not for smoking during the tournament but for staying out late. I sometimes forget how different the team rules are between playing for a US team and playing for Russia. In the US the coaches don’t put rules in place to govern your life. If you get plastered the night before a game no one will care as long as it doesn’t affect you on the ice. In Russia they put rules on virtually everything.
“Aww you’re in time out!” I cooed into the phone. “You’ve been a bad boy.”
”I will kill you,” he jokingly threatened.
“That’s what you get for staying out late and smoking. You know better.”
”I didn’t get in trouble for smoking. I’m allowed to do that!” But it’s still bad for you.
I knew Sasha smoked. Pretty much everyone in Europe did but he never did it around me. I hate cigarette smoke. It makes me sick to my stomach. He’s not a heavy smoker and I’m pretty sure he’d only done it a handful of times during the season.
“My season is over. I can smoke when I want,” he said.
“Okay, Puff the Magic Dragon.”
He growled into the phone. He didn’t like it when I made fun of him for smoking. I remember when I first called him Puff the Magic Dragon. He wasn’t amused. That made it even funnier for me.
“So where is your other half?” I asked referring to Ovie. These two were attached at the hip.
”Downstairs at the hotel bar. Have you booked your fly for July yet?,”
“Yes. I did that this morning. I’ll email you all the details.”
”Shouldn’t I get that already? I told you to use my credit card.” Not this conversation again.
“I used mine instead. I didn’t want to use yours.”I didn’t want to accept money from him. We made plans for this trip a few months ago so I budgeted money for it. I didn’t assume that he would pay for all of our trips this summer.
”But Nef, you’re in school and international flights are expensive.”
“I can afford this. My family pays for school. Worst case scenario I ask my grandparents for it.” I have disposable income because my grandparents pay for school and my parents pay me living expenses. My parents may not be millionaires but they’re not poor. My grandparents are well off when it comes to money. It wasn’t an issue for me.
”I want to do this for you,” he said. But it’s not necessary. Ugh. Boys!
“Sasha, it’s okay. I can do this.”
”But--”
“No buts. It’s already done.”
”Well then tell me how much it was and I’ll send it to you.”
“No, absolutely not.”
”Nefertiti, I don’t want to fight with you.” So don’t fight with me. I’m not letting you pay for my flight in July and I’m not letting you send me money.
”How about a compromise? Since you paid for your flight in July I get to pay for the next trip we take. I’ve decided that I’m going with Ovie in June to Las Vegas. I want you to come and spend a week with me.”
“Okay. I’ll let you pay for that.” He wasn’t going to let this go. If a compromise was all it took to avoid an argument then so be it.
June 21st through the 27th were the dates that we decided on. The awards ceremony was June 23rd. I’ll get to see him sooner than I thought. I was happy about that.
Sasha’s POV
I spoke to Nef almost every day. We had the tendency to disregard time zones. There was only a 6 hour time difference between Germany and DC so if I called her during dinner she would be at lunch. If I called her after a game it was early evening for her. I had been missing her like crazy. She invaded every thought that wasn’t directed toward hockey.
We’d been told to say at the hotel after the reporters filmed after dinner a few days ago. We were allowed to leave for practice, meals, and games. This was day three of it. I was going to a little stir crazy.
“I’m going to have to call you back. I need to take a shower,” Nef said. I had been talking to her on her commute home
”No, talk to me.”.
“While I’m in the shower? That would be kind of difficult.”
”Then take a bath." I wasn’t ready to get off the phone with her. Ovie was down at the hotel bar hanging out with a few guys so I was alone in the room.
“I don’t take baths. I always take showers.” She’s trying to be difficult on purpose. I know it.
”Nnneeeefffff, I want to talk to you.”.
“Alright already. Quit your whining, you big baby.”
She put the phone down and I heard the rustling of fabric and water being let into the bathtub. I assumed she was getting undressed and slipping into the water. I heard her exhale deeply, sighing.
”I know that sound,” I said. She made that noise whenever she was completely relaxed.
“This feels good, really really good.”
”Better than a shower?”.
“Yes…much better than a shower.” Her voice had gotten lower.
”Better than a shower with me?”.
“Hmmmm. That’s a tough one. Showers with you are always fun but this…” I heard her gasp. That wasn’t a sound you normally associate with someone taking a bath.
”What are you doing?” She released a low moan and I realized exactly what she was doing.
I listened to her, the deep breaths, the little moans and groans that slipped out whenever her fingers hit a sensitive spot, the little gasps of pleasure that I knew accompanied a wiggle of her luscious hips. My body started to react and I was hard. I closed my eyes and I imagined her laid out on the bed before me. Her warm brown skin nestled against crisp white sheets. Her curly hair fanned out across the pillows with her beautiful eyes focused on me.
My hand slipped beneath the sheet and into my shorts that were tented over my erection.
“I miss you. Tell me that you miss me, that you want to be with me.” she moaned.
”I miss you too. I can’t wait to see you, to be with you. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.” I stroked myself slowly, almost teasingly; the way Nef would have done if she were with me.
I laid the phone on the pillow next to my ear and used my free hand to play with my nipples. I had put it on speaker phone.
”Tell me what you’re doing. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I…I want you inside me. I miss it, the feel of your hard cock pounding me. Your hands holding my hips…guiding me. Sasha!”
”Don’t cum yet!”
I heard water being sloshed back and forth and I pictured her toned legs moving back and forth as she tried to hold off her orgasm.
”Are you close?”
“Yes…really close,” She hummed deep in her throat. “Sasha, tell me what you’re doing. Are you touching yourself?”
”Yes. I’m so hard for you. I wish that it was you touching me, licking me, tugging on my nipples.” My hand sped up. My hand tightened around my erection and I thought of the muscles of her wet warmth clenching around my cock.
”How…how many fingers are inside you?" I was panting now. The room had gotten hot.
“Two.”
”Another…add another.”
“Yes! Oh God…I’m close. Come with me!”
”Nef!” I screamed. I came hard, harder than the other times I had masturbated since I left the states.
I heard a muffled scream from her. I closed my eyes, relaxing as my body cooled. My skin felt sticky and there was a mess on my stomach.
“You wreck me,” she said.
When we hung up the phone I took a shower. As I exited the bathroom I saw Ovie sitting on his bed. He laughed when he saw me.
”What? Why are you laughing?”.
”Did you have fun?.” he asked. What is he talking about? ”You were loud.”.
Shit. He’d heard. What was he doing listening on the other side of the door? I crawled into bed, missing Nef even more than before we spoke on the phone.
start my summer grad class next week...I'll try not to flake! And now on to the good stuf!!!! :)
Soundtrack: Incubus - I Miss You
Nef's POV
Sometime between finals and work I found time to follow the World Championship tournament. Germany is only 6 hours a head so I got the chance to talk to Sasha a little more frequently. I was on the Metro coming home from work one afternoon when my phone rang.
”Hi babe,” I heard Sasha say.
“Hi Sashka, what’s up?”
”Nothing, stuck in the hotel tonight. Bored,”
“You guys don’t play again for another two days. Why didn’t you go out?”
”Can’t. Coach told us that we’re not allowed to leave the hotel. Not after what happened with the media last time.” The guys had been filmed smoking after dinner at a restaurant.
Oddly enough they were in trouble not for smoking during the tournament but for staying out late. I sometimes forget how different the team rules are between playing for a US team and playing for Russia. In the US the coaches don’t put rules in place to govern your life. If you get plastered the night before a game no one will care as long as it doesn’t affect you on the ice. In Russia they put rules on virtually everything.
“Aww you’re in time out!” I cooed into the phone. “You’ve been a bad boy.”
”I will kill you,” he jokingly threatened.
“That’s what you get for staying out late and smoking. You know better.”
”I didn’t get in trouble for smoking. I’m allowed to do that!” But it’s still bad for you.
I knew Sasha smoked. Pretty much everyone in Europe did but he never did it around me. I hate cigarette smoke. It makes me sick to my stomach. He’s not a heavy smoker and I’m pretty sure he’d only done it a handful of times during the season.
“My season is over. I can smoke when I want,” he said.
“Okay, Puff the Magic Dragon.”
He growled into the phone. He didn’t like it when I made fun of him for smoking. I remember when I first called him Puff the Magic Dragon. He wasn’t amused. That made it even funnier for me.
“So where is your other half?” I asked referring to Ovie. These two were attached at the hip.
”Downstairs at the hotel bar. Have you booked your fly for July yet?,”
“Yes. I did that this morning. I’ll email you all the details.”
”Shouldn’t I get that already? I told you to use my credit card.” Not this conversation again.
“I used mine instead. I didn’t want to use yours.”I didn’t want to accept money from him. We made plans for this trip a few months ago so I budgeted money for it. I didn’t assume that he would pay for all of our trips this summer.
”But Nef, you’re in school and international flights are expensive.”
“I can afford this. My family pays for school. Worst case scenario I ask my grandparents for it.” I have disposable income because my grandparents pay for school and my parents pay me living expenses. My parents may not be millionaires but they’re not poor. My grandparents are well off when it comes to money. It wasn’t an issue for me.
”I want to do this for you,” he said. But it’s not necessary. Ugh. Boys!
“Sasha, it’s okay. I can do this.”
”But--”
“No buts. It’s already done.”
”Well then tell me how much it was and I’ll send it to you.”
“No, absolutely not.”
”Nefertiti, I don’t want to fight with you.” So don’t fight with me. I’m not letting you pay for my flight in July and I’m not letting you send me money.
”How about a compromise? Since you paid for your flight in July I get to pay for the next trip we take. I’ve decided that I’m going with Ovie in June to Las Vegas. I want you to come and spend a week with me.”
“Okay. I’ll let you pay for that.” He wasn’t going to let this go. If a compromise was all it took to avoid an argument then so be it.
June 21st through the 27th were the dates that we decided on. The awards ceremony was June 23rd. I’ll get to see him sooner than I thought. I was happy about that.
Sasha’s POV
I spoke to Nef almost every day. We had the tendency to disregard time zones. There was only a 6 hour time difference between Germany and DC so if I called her during dinner she would be at lunch. If I called her after a game it was early evening for her. I had been missing her like crazy. She invaded every thought that wasn’t directed toward hockey.
We’d been told to say at the hotel after the reporters filmed after dinner a few days ago. We were allowed to leave for practice, meals, and games. This was day three of it. I was going to a little stir crazy.
“I’m going to have to call you back. I need to take a shower,” Nef said. I had been talking to her on her commute home
”No, talk to me.”.
“While I’m in the shower? That would be kind of difficult.”
”Then take a bath." I wasn’t ready to get off the phone with her. Ovie was down at the hotel bar hanging out with a few guys so I was alone in the room.
“I don’t take baths. I always take showers.” She’s trying to be difficult on purpose. I know it.
”Nnneeeefffff, I want to talk to you.”.
“Alright already. Quit your whining, you big baby.”
She put the phone down and I heard the rustling of fabric and water being let into the bathtub. I assumed she was getting undressed and slipping into the water. I heard her exhale deeply, sighing.
”I know that sound,” I said. She made that noise whenever she was completely relaxed.
“This feels good, really really good.”
”Better than a shower?”.
“Yes…much better than a shower.” Her voice had gotten lower.
”Better than a shower with me?”.
“Hmmmm. That’s a tough one. Showers with you are always fun but this…” I heard her gasp. That wasn’t a sound you normally associate with someone taking a bath.
”What are you doing?” She released a low moan and I realized exactly what she was doing.
I listened to her, the deep breaths, the little moans and groans that slipped out whenever her fingers hit a sensitive spot, the little gasps of pleasure that I knew accompanied a wiggle of her luscious hips. My body started to react and I was hard. I closed my eyes and I imagined her laid out on the bed before me. Her warm brown skin nestled against crisp white sheets. Her curly hair fanned out across the pillows with her beautiful eyes focused on me.
My hand slipped beneath the sheet and into my shorts that were tented over my erection.
“I miss you. Tell me that you miss me, that you want to be with me.” she moaned.
”I miss you too. I can’t wait to see you, to be with you. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.” I stroked myself slowly, almost teasingly; the way Nef would have done if she were with me.
I laid the phone on the pillow next to my ear and used my free hand to play with my nipples. I had put it on speaker phone.
”Tell me what you’re doing. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I…I want you inside me. I miss it, the feel of your hard cock pounding me. Your hands holding my hips…guiding me. Sasha!”
”Don’t cum yet!”
I heard water being sloshed back and forth and I pictured her toned legs moving back and forth as she tried to hold off her orgasm.
”Are you close?”
“Yes…really close,” She hummed deep in her throat. “Sasha, tell me what you’re doing. Are you touching yourself?”
”Yes. I’m so hard for you. I wish that it was you touching me, licking me, tugging on my nipples.” My hand sped up. My hand tightened around my erection and I thought of the muscles of her wet warmth clenching around my cock.
”How…how many fingers are inside you?" I was panting now. The room had gotten hot.
“Two.”
”Another…add another.”
“Yes! Oh God…I’m close. Come with me!”
”Nef!” I screamed. I came hard, harder than the other times I had masturbated since I left the states.
I heard a muffled scream from her. I closed my eyes, relaxing as my body cooled. My skin felt sticky and there was a mess on my stomach.
“You wreck me,” she said.
When we hung up the phone I took a shower. As I exited the bathroom I saw Ovie sitting on his bed. He laughed when he saw me.
”What? Why are you laughing?”.
”Did you have fun?.” he asked. What is he talking about? ”You were loud.”.
Shit. He’d heard. What was he doing listening on the other side of the door? I crawled into bed, missing Nef even more than before we spoke on the phone.
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