“Yeah,” she sighed.
Her voice sounded regretful, but we both took our careers too seriously to do anything to jeopardize our game.
She pushed gracefully up to her feet, her entire body still flushed from her orgasm.
“I’m going to go wash up and brush my teeth,” she said.
She looked down at me, her face suddenly a little unsure.“How would you feel about keeping the mattresses on the floor tonight?”
“Are you asking me to cuddle with you?”I asked teasingly.
She bit her lip, giving me a coy look.“Yeah, I am.”
“I could do that,” I said, as if my entire body wasn’t singing with excitement about the idea.
We both grabbed our robes and toiletries, then stood side by side in the restroom, brushing teeth and washing faces.Toni pulled her long hair back into a messy braid, something I knew she did every night to keep it from getting too tangled between washes.Then we headed back to the room, plugged in our phones, and settled beneath the blankets.
We started by laying side by side, staring up at the ceiling, both of us lost in thought.Then Toni shifted me onto my side, coming up close behind me in the big spoon position.Her arm dropped over my waist.
“Is this okay?”she whispered against my neck.
I started to tell her that I hated sleeping like this, that I didn’t like the feeling of people hanging on me while I tried to sleep.Except I realized that I liked spooning with Toni.Already my entire body was relaxing, preparing for sleep, my eyes growing heavy.
“Yeah,” I whispered.“It’s more than okay.”
She pressed a soft kiss against my bare shoulder, then adjusted the blanket until we were both covered to the neck.
“I like snuggling with you,” she said sleepily.
“Me too.”
My last thought before I fell asleep was that I wished I could do it for the rest of my life.
Toni
Whenthealarmsoundedfrom my phone I groaned in protest.Even though we’d gone to bed early, I was loathe to get up.Not when I had a beautiful hockey player laying on top of me like a blanket, her head on my chest and legs intertwined with mine.
“Coffee,” Yvonne mumbled.“I need coffee.”
It was so cute the way she was kind of grumpy in the morning.Well, grumpier.We were opposites in so many ways, yet somehow we fit.I slid my hand down her back and gave one of her ass cheeks a squeeze that made her moan.
“We have just enough time to get breakfast if we get moving now.”
She sighed, then rolled off me, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“I want nothing more than to stay in bed with you and make you come over and over again until you black out, but I can’t go through the day without breakfast.And coffee.”
Our game with the Russians wasn’t until tonight, but we still were expected to spend most of the day at the gym watching tape, getting massages, and doing light workouts to prepare so our bodies were limber and warm for the game.
If we lost tonight we’d be going home, but if we won we’d get a day off before moving to the next round.I wanted to win, not only because I was a competitor and I wanted to make our country proud, but also because I wanted to spend more time with Yvonne.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized that she wasn’t icing over again.I’d half expected her to pull back after sex, to want some distance again, but instead she gave me a sweet kiss and climbed out of our makeshift bed on the floor with a pleased little smile.
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when this was all over, when I went back to Seattle and she went back to Vancouver, but the longer we stayed here, the further we could kick that can down the road.And I definitely wanted to delay whatever was going to happen, because if it turned out that this little bubble we created for ourselves here at the International Games wasn’t going to translate into our real lives, the longer we waited to find that out, the better.
We pulled on some clothes and headed to the cafeteria, sharing an Italian pastry that we ate with our fruit and yogurt.
“The Italians make the best coffee,” Yvette said as she drank her second cup of espresso.
