“That was close,” Charlie said.
“Hmm?”
“That was Team Demark for women’s hockey. They may have recognized me.”
Olive shrugged, not entirely sure what Charlie was so worried about. Was it really such a bad thing to be seen with someone during the games? Surely lots of players brought people back? Olive had heard that hockey players were notorious for hooking up with their fans, the specific nickname for such fans lost on her in the moment.
Charlie didn’t elaborate further, and the mood was a little more tense when they got to her room. Olive was imagining an immediate cut to the action when they arrived, but Charlie still seemed a little off and the mood wasn’t quite right.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Olive finally asked, as Charlie crossed the room and placed her light jacket and hat on the table.
Now that Charlie had removed her hat, her hair was stuck in that awkward hat shape, and it would’ve been adorable if she did not seem so agitated.
Charlie looked back at Olive and sighed. “Sorry, I’m being so weird.”
“A little,” Olive responded truthfully. She walked over to her side of the room and set her jacket on top of Charlie’s.
“I should shower,” Charlie finally said, avoiding Olive’s earlier question. “I’m all sweaty from the game.”
“You didn’t shower at the rink?”
“Didn’t want to. I had more important things to do,” Charlie said, now back in her flirting mode.
If Charlie did not want to talk about it, Olive would not force her to. She didn’t come there just to chat, anyway.
“More important than being clean?” Olive stepped closer. Charlie wrapped her arms around Olive’s waist and pulled her in.
“Way more important,” Charlie said, and leaned down to kiss Olive. Her kisses were soft and gentle, and Olive let herself go pliant in her arms. Though Olive had wanted to be here, she could tell that Charlie needed this. And when a woman was willing to lose herself in Olive, she was more than willing to provide.
Charlie pulled away just as Olive pushed her hands underneath her top. “I should really shower,” Charlie said.
Charlie’s eyes had that glassy look to them that Olive was starting to enjoy, and she was breathing hard. It was so sexy to see on a professional athlete, especially now that Olive understood just exactly how intense her job was.
“I can help?” Olive offered, stepping back and removing her black hoodie for emphasis.
Charlie kissed her again and helped Olive undress, before stepping back to undress herself. In the afternoon light, she was just as every bit beautiful as Olive remembered her to be. Olive moved closer to Charlie again, hoping to continue their kissing, but Charlie grabbed her hand instead, leading them to the bathroom.
The bathroom was smaller than the one in Olive’s hotel room, but Olive quickly forgot all about observation as Charlie kissed her, then scooped her into her arms. The movement broke their kiss, and Olive curled her legs around Charlie’s stomach, hooking her arms around her neck. The position placed Olive above Charlie, and Olive looked down to find Charlie staring at her with that reverence that she was getting too comfortable with seeing in her expression.
“You’re so strong,” Olive said, and giggled.
Olive finally kissed her then, biting her lip and sweeping her tongue. God, Charlie was delicious.
Charlie moaned against her mouth and pulled away. She walked them over to the shower, using one arm to open the door.God, she really is so strong.
Inside the shower, Charlie set Olive down gently and fiddled with the knobs. Olive squeaked as cold water hit her, but Charlie had blocked most of it with her back.And so considerate.
When the water had warmed up some, Charlie moved closer to Olive, gently pushing her back against the wall. Olive looked up in her eyes as Charlie placed a hand on the wall behind her, caging her in.
“Thank you for coming to cheer me on today. It really meant a lot to me,” Charlie said, her voice softening. Of all the things she could’ve said, Olive was not expecting a heartfelt thank you.
“Of course. You were amazing,” Olive said.
Charlie used her free hand to caress Olive’s face, wiping at the water dripping down.
“Thank you,” Charlie whispered. Though Olive had seen quite a few looks on her face, this one felt new. Intimate. Sweeter than she had seen before. Olive’s heart started racing, consumed by thoughts of what it meant. She did not want to acknowledge it quite yet, so she decided to distract them both.
“Would you like a reward?” Olive asked.
