Strangers in the Night. Chapter Twelve.
Written by: lady_lilith and lady_death.
Title: Strangers in the Night. Chapter Twelve.
Fandom: National Hockey League.
Characters: Chris Drury, Ed Jovanovski.
Word Count: 1,108.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: This is getting to be a habit.
Author's Notes: This is set on January 21, 2008. The Coyotes would beat the Sabres, 6-2, in Arizona.
Text: Keep giving me things to brag about.
Text: You're going to get me in trouble.
Text: Read later! Game!
Text: You texted!
Text: For after!
Text: In the middle of the game.
Text: Put the phone away.
Text: Got a few more minutes.
Text: Don't get distracted.
Text: I'm not.
Text: Focus.
Text: I'll do something for you.
Text: I'm watching.
Text: Good. You'll know what it is.
Text: Think about the game.
Text: I can multitask.
Text: Game!
Text: Watch and be amazed.
Text: Am.
Text: Love ya.
Text: Love ya too.
Text: gtg kick some ass.
Later…
"Very impressed."
"You like that last bit at the end?'
"You broke the goalie."
"I got a hold of that puck, I'm going to write Chris on it."
Laughs, "Is that a milestone?"
"First goal I ever dedicated to anyone."
"You're lucky you weren't dedicating that penalty to me."
"That was moronic."
"It wasn't on you!"
"Yeah, yeah, justice was served in the end."
"They said you're passionate."
Laughs, "You'd know about that."
"I said they didn't know the half of it."
"They don't know any of it."
"I do. I've learned something, though. I can't invite friends to watch your game."
"Who'd you invite over?"
"Some of the guys. But will you settle a bet for us? Is your Captain sleeping with his winger?"
"No. He's not."
"Ha. I win."
"Poor guy needs to get over it though."
"He's the one that doesn't, right?"
"Yeah, I feel bad for the kid.'
"Did you say anything to him?"
"I've tried to. Didn't know it was that bad. I'll have to sit him down."
"They did an interview. You can see it all over his face. Your Captain is a flirt though."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Tell 'em to pony up.'
"You can split my winnings, since I had insider info."
"How much did you take off of 'em?"
"Fifty. I should have bet more."
"Fifty? Keep it. I've got to teach you how to bet."
"I wasn't positive."
"I told you flat out."
"You didn't see the look on that kid's face."
"The kid's stuck with his own hand in the shower."
"That's really sad. But someone should tell the Captain not to flirt so much."
"I've decided he doesn't know he's doing it. He can't."
"So tell him. It's cruel."
"I might."
"A good assistant would."
"Are you bashing on my leadership skills?'
"No. Giving them a push."
"Yes, Captain." Laughs.
"Shut up."
"I'll do it, wouldn't wanna get my surrogate Captain all bitchy at me."
"I barely had a letter, I just don't like seeing people get hurt."
"You talk just like a Captain."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Maybe.'
"I won't thank you, just in case."
"No, no, you should thank me.'
"Why should I?"
"Because I like being thanked."
Laughs, "Is that an ego, Eddie?"
"Stating a fact, I like your kind of thanking."
"I'm too far to thank you any good way."
"I know, I'm gonna save it up."
"I can't wait to make love to you."
"You shouldn't say that."
"Why?"
"Because you're too fuckin' far away right now."
"I know. But I think about that a lot. And laying in bed with you."
"Yeah? What about me kissing you awake in the morning?'
"Yes, I think about that, too. About falling asleep with my arms around you and waking up just like that."
"Think this summer can be like that every day?'
"I really hope so."
"I don't think you should get better. Long summer, short playoffs."
"I worry more about your team getting good."
"Eh, we've got the rest of the division to smack us down."
"Good. What do you think of California?"
"I don't like losing there."
"How would you like to make love on the beach?"
"Mmm, now that has promise."
"And I can take you surfing."
"Surfing?"
"It's this sport with water and a board."
"You can surf?"
"Yes, I can surf."
"You and water and the beach and sun."
"Yes, that's what I'm offering."
"Yeah, mmm, California doesn't sound so bad.'
"Would you like to plan for that? I have friends you can meet too."
"Think you can get me out of Miami Beach?'
"I think so. I'm offering you all that."
"I'm taking you up on the offer."
"Great. They'll be thrilled to have another beach-- another person on the beach."
"Another beach what?"
"Nothing." Trying not to laugh.
"What?"
"Bunny."
Scoffs, "Fuck you."
Laughs, "I didn't come up with it."
"I'm not gonna sit around and watch you glisten.'
Laughs, "Mikey will show you the ropes."
"Forget it. I've got something else to do on the beach."
"Like what?"
"Like show you why I'm no one's bunny."
"How would you do that?"
"You'll see, and so will the rest of your friends."
"Tease. I'm having a hard enough time getting through these two Thrashers games."
"What? You don't want to think about me fucking you on the beach? And the second time I make you come, I'll make love to you."
"Yes, Eddie, that's exactly what I want in my head."
"Yeah, you do. I know you do."
"I want to touch you."
"Why don't you?"
"You're in Phoenix."
"You can do better than that."
"If I close my eyes...I can remember what you feel like."
"I can remember what your touch is like."
"I just want to hold you like this. We can dance."
"To that song you sent me."
"Mmhmm. That's what I want to do."
"Yeah alright, put that on."
"I'll make sure I bring it to Atlanta with me."
"Yeah, but put that on right now."
"Right now?" Pause, "Okay."
"Did you do it?"
"Mmhmm."
"Can you feel my arms around you?"
"Yes."
"Yeah me too. Your whole body's right next to mine."
"I can feel you here. I want to kiss you, Eddie."
"I can kiss you. Shh, Chris, let me kiss you."
"Mmm, I can taste you."
"Yeah, mmm, just what I wanted after a game."
"You deserve it. I want to hold you and dance with you, just like this. In a week, I'll see you in a week."
"I'm counting down the days."
"So am I. How did this happen? How did I fall for you like this?"
"This is your year."
"I'm lucky."
"We're both lucky. Did your friends leave?"
"Yes. As soon as the phone rang."
"Good, I want them gone."
"You don't like my friends?"
"I want you to myself."
"You have me."
"Yeah, just dance with me a while."
"Mmhmm. Lifetimes."
Silence except for his humming to the music.
Hums with him, softly.
Title: Strangers in the Night. Chapter Twelve.
Fandom: National Hockey League.
Characters: Chris Drury, Ed Jovanovski.
Word Count: 1,108.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: This is getting to be a habit.
Author's Notes: This is set on January 21, 2008. The Coyotes would beat the Sabres, 6-2, in Arizona.
Text: Keep giving me things to brag about.
Text: You're going to get me in trouble.
Text: Read later! Game!
Text: You texted!
Text: For after!
Text: In the middle of the game.
Text: Put the phone away.
Text: Got a few more minutes.
Text: Don't get distracted.
Text: I'm not.
Text: Focus.
Text: I'll do something for you.
Text: I'm watching.
Text: Good. You'll know what it is.
Text: Think about the game.
Text: I can multitask.
Text: Game!
Text: Watch and be amazed.
Text: Am.
Text: Love ya.
Text: Love ya too.
Text: gtg kick some ass.
Later…
"Very impressed."
"You like that last bit at the end?'
"You broke the goalie."
"I got a hold of that puck, I'm going to write Chris on it."
Laughs, "Is that a milestone?"
"First goal I ever dedicated to anyone."
"You're lucky you weren't dedicating that penalty to me."
"That was moronic."
"It wasn't on you!"
"Yeah, yeah, justice was served in the end."
"They said you're passionate."
Laughs, "You'd know about that."
"I said they didn't know the half of it."
"They don't know any of it."
"I do. I've learned something, though. I can't invite friends to watch your game."
"Who'd you invite over?"
"Some of the guys. But will you settle a bet for us? Is your Captain sleeping with his winger?"
"No. He's not."
"Ha. I win."
"Poor guy needs to get over it though."
"He's the one that doesn't, right?"
"Yeah, I feel bad for the kid.'
"Did you say anything to him?"
"I've tried to. Didn't know it was that bad. I'll have to sit him down."
"They did an interview. You can see it all over his face. Your Captain is a flirt though."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Tell 'em to pony up.'
"You can split my winnings, since I had insider info."
"How much did you take off of 'em?"
"Fifty. I should have bet more."
"Fifty? Keep it. I've got to teach you how to bet."
"I wasn't positive."
"I told you flat out."
"You didn't see the look on that kid's face."
"The kid's stuck with his own hand in the shower."
"That's really sad. But someone should tell the Captain not to flirt so much."
"I've decided he doesn't know he's doing it. He can't."
"So tell him. It's cruel."
"I might."
"A good assistant would."
"Are you bashing on my leadership skills?'
"No. Giving them a push."
"Yes, Captain." Laughs.
"Shut up."
"I'll do it, wouldn't wanna get my surrogate Captain all bitchy at me."
"I barely had a letter, I just don't like seeing people get hurt."
"You talk just like a Captain."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Maybe.'
"I won't thank you, just in case."
"No, no, you should thank me.'
"Why should I?"
"Because I like being thanked."
Laughs, "Is that an ego, Eddie?"
"Stating a fact, I like your kind of thanking."
"I'm too far to thank you any good way."
"I know, I'm gonna save it up."
"I can't wait to make love to you."
"You shouldn't say that."
"Why?"
"Because you're too fuckin' far away right now."
"I know. But I think about that a lot. And laying in bed with you."
"Yeah? What about me kissing you awake in the morning?'
"Yes, I think about that, too. About falling asleep with my arms around you and waking up just like that."
"Think this summer can be like that every day?'
"I really hope so."
"I don't think you should get better. Long summer, short playoffs."
"I worry more about your team getting good."
"Eh, we've got the rest of the division to smack us down."
"Good. What do you think of California?"
"I don't like losing there."
"How would you like to make love on the beach?"
"Mmm, now that has promise."
"And I can take you surfing."
"Surfing?"
"It's this sport with water and a board."
"You can surf?"
"Yes, I can surf."
"You and water and the beach and sun."
"Yes, that's what I'm offering."
"Yeah, mmm, California doesn't sound so bad.'
"Would you like to plan for that? I have friends you can meet too."
"Think you can get me out of Miami Beach?'
"I think so. I'm offering you all that."
"I'm taking you up on the offer."
"Great. They'll be thrilled to have another beach-- another person on the beach."
"Another beach what?"
"Nothing." Trying not to laugh.
"What?"
"Bunny."
Scoffs, "Fuck you."
Laughs, "I didn't come up with it."
"I'm not gonna sit around and watch you glisten.'
Laughs, "Mikey will show you the ropes."
"Forget it. I've got something else to do on the beach."
"Like what?"
"Like show you why I'm no one's bunny."
"How would you do that?"
"You'll see, and so will the rest of your friends."
"Tease. I'm having a hard enough time getting through these two Thrashers games."
"What? You don't want to think about me fucking you on the beach? And the second time I make you come, I'll make love to you."
"Yes, Eddie, that's exactly what I want in my head."
"Yeah, you do. I know you do."
"I want to touch you."
"Why don't you?"
"You're in Phoenix."
"You can do better than that."
"If I close my eyes...I can remember what you feel like."
"I can remember what your touch is like."
"I just want to hold you like this. We can dance."
"To that song you sent me."
"Mmhmm. That's what I want to do."
"Yeah alright, put that on."
"I'll make sure I bring it to Atlanta with me."
"Yeah, but put that on right now."
"Right now?" Pause, "Okay."
"Did you do it?"
"Mmhmm."
"Can you feel my arms around you?"
"Yes."
"Yeah me too. Your whole body's right next to mine."
"I can feel you here. I want to kiss you, Eddie."
"I can kiss you. Shh, Chris, let me kiss you."
"Mmm, I can taste you."
"Yeah, mmm, just what I wanted after a game."
"You deserve it. I want to hold you and dance with you, just like this. In a week, I'll see you in a week."
"I'm counting down the days."
"So am I. How did this happen? How did I fall for you like this?"
"This is your year."
"I'm lucky."
"We're both lucky. Did your friends leave?"
"Yes. As soon as the phone rang."
"Good, I want them gone."
"You don't like my friends?"
"I want you to myself."
"You have me."
"Yeah, just dance with me a while."
"Mmhmm. Lifetimes."
Silence except for his humming to the music.
Hums with him, softly.