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TITLE: In My Dreams
AUTHOR: Jennie
CHARACTERS: Jason Arnott of the Dallas Stars and Petr Sykora of the New York Rangers
SUMMARY: Petr remembers when Jason flew to New York 'on the wings of love,' and regales the memory to Jason years later.
RATING: G..it’s squeaky clean. :)
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own (though I wish I did) Petr and Jason. And this is all made up. Or is it..? *twilight zone music plays in background* The blizzard was real, though. Amy should remember. :-P
A/N: This is the ultimate Devils’ fan pairing, so I loooved writing it! Let me know what you think about it! Happy reading!
One thing I always remember about that day is the snow. I woke up that morning, looked out the window, and felt like I was in the North Pole. Twenty inches, they said we had. Airports closed, plow trucks barreled down streets clearing the mess from the roads, and I was stuck by myself in my condo in some small town on the Island. I had lit a fire and put on earmuffs when there was a knock at the door. A face appeared from behind the wood and I felt myself falling backwards.
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“Petr? Come on, wake up!” You were whispering. I always made fun of you for whispering in the mornings when you’d try to sneak out of the house, because it was a silly way to wake someone up. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was you, lines of worry etched across your forehead. “I haven’t dreamed about you in a long while,” I said in Czech. I spoke a lot of Czech back then. A lot of the guys on our team spoke it, and I got back into the rhythm. You started laughing then. “I’m not Jagr, baby. It’s Jase.”
I reached up to touch your cheeks but you buried your head in my chest before I got the chance. “Oh, God. I’ve waited for this moment for so long.” We were both bawling like little babies by this point. “Me too. I’ve missed everything about you.” You lifted your head and pointed to the wet spot on my shirt, then kissed my forehead. “You know, no one gives head as good as you in Dallas.” We both snorted; you got that from me. “New Yorkers aren’t any good, either. But I haven’t wanted to be-“ You interrupted me, and said, “with anyone, but you.”
You stood up and lifted me like a child, cradling me in your arms, then laid me on the bed. We then proceeded to have Grade A sex. When it was all over, you turned to face me and I combed my fingers through your hair. “How did you get here? Everything is closed.” “Would you believe me if I told you I flew here on the wings of love?” I punched you in the arm and you squealed. “Let’s just say,” you pulled me closer, “I owe Mrs. Beatrice Grant of Fort Worth, Texas and her eleven grandchildren $300, a huge apology, and a fruitcake.”
12 years later in Bridgewater, New Jersey…
“You tell that story so well.” You kissed my lips softly and stroked my back. “That’s because it’s my favorite memory of us.” You let go of me to hold Dakota’s hand, which she had wrapped around your pinkie. “We’re going to be the oldest parents at the teacher conferences.” I leaned over to kiss your shoulder blade. “We’ll be the oldest, but we’ll be the most in love.
AUTHOR: Jennie
CHARACTERS: Jason Arnott of the Dallas Stars and Petr Sykora of the New York Rangers
SUMMARY: Petr remembers when Jason flew to New York 'on the wings of love,' and regales the memory to Jason years later.
RATING: G..it’s squeaky clean. :)
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own (though I wish I did) Petr and Jason. And this is all made up. Or is it..? *twilight zone music plays in background* The blizzard was real, though. Amy should remember. :-P
A/N: This is the ultimate Devils’ fan pairing, so I loooved writing it! Let me know what you think about it! Happy reading!
One thing I always remember about that day is the snow. I woke up that morning, looked out the window, and felt like I was in the North Pole. Twenty inches, they said we had. Airports closed, plow trucks barreled down streets clearing the mess from the roads, and I was stuck by myself in my condo in some small town on the Island. I had lit a fire and put on earmuffs when there was a knock at the door. A face appeared from behind the wood and I felt myself falling backwards.
-
“Petr? Come on, wake up!” You were whispering. I always made fun of you for whispering in the mornings when you’d try to sneak out of the house, because it was a silly way to wake someone up. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was you, lines of worry etched across your forehead. “I haven’t dreamed about you in a long while,” I said in Czech. I spoke a lot of Czech back then. A lot of the guys on our team spoke it, and I got back into the rhythm. You started laughing then. “I’m not Jagr, baby. It’s Jase.”
I reached up to touch your cheeks but you buried your head in my chest before I got the chance. “Oh, God. I’ve waited for this moment for so long.” We were both bawling like little babies by this point. “Me too. I’ve missed everything about you.” You lifted your head and pointed to the wet spot on my shirt, then kissed my forehead. “You know, no one gives head as good as you in Dallas.” We both snorted; you got that from me. “New Yorkers aren’t any good, either. But I haven’t wanted to be-“ You interrupted me, and said, “with anyone, but you.”
You stood up and lifted me like a child, cradling me in your arms, then laid me on the bed. We then proceeded to have Grade A sex. When it was all over, you turned to face me and I combed my fingers through your hair. “How did you get here? Everything is closed.” “Would you believe me if I told you I flew here on the wings of love?” I punched you in the arm and you squealed. “Let’s just say,” you pulled me closer, “I owe Mrs. Beatrice Grant of Fort Worth, Texas and her eleven grandchildren $300, a huge apology, and a fruitcake.”
12 years later in Bridgewater, New Jersey…
“You tell that story so well.” You kissed my lips softly and stroked my back. “That’s because it’s my favorite memory of us.” You let go of me to hold Dakota’s hand, which she had wrapped around your pinkie. “We’re going to be the oldest parents at the teacher conferences.” I leaned over to kiss your shoulder blade. “We’ll be the oldest, but we’ll be the most in love.