It’s Christmas Eve. This week has flown by with practices being light since we don’t have a game this week. I have been whispering I love you to Fiona at night when she falls asleep. I know I said I wanted to wait until the holidays are over, so I don’t add extra stress to her. But this doesn’t count because she doesn’t hear me. It’s time to get up and get ready for all the Christmas Eve things that Fiona has planned.
When I get to the living room, she has Christmas music playing and Christmas candles lit. She kisses me before going back to baking cookies. She let me sleep in, but apparently I need to help get all the cookies baked and decorated. I am also in charge of wrapping the last few gifts for her family. I sneak a cookie coming out of the oven. It’s so good. I am going to gain ten pounds helping her with this.
A few hours later, baking and wrapping is complete. We decide to spend the rest of the day binge watching Christmas movies. We make it a mix of the classics and those new ones that always end the same with the city guy falling in love with the girl in the country or some variation of that. We have dinner and then continue our movie marathon. After four movies I call it quits and insist we head to bed. She snuggles up and falls asleep in my arms. I enjoy every moment with her as I fall asleep.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” Fiona says, climbing into my lap, grinding slightly.
I reach down to the hem of her shirt.
“Time to unwrap my present,” I say, pulling off her shirt. This girl is killing me. “No panties again,” I say.
I slip my dick out of my boxers, already hard. Guiding myself to her slit, I let myself slide between her lips but not inside her. I move slowly, letting the tip hit her clit over and over as she moans in my ear. She lifts off me a little and guides me into her.
“Fuck me, Z,” she whispers.
I quickly flip us and begin to thrust into her hard and fast. I lift her legs in the air onto my shoulders.
“Z, I think you are hitting my organs,” she says, breathing shallow.
“Good,” is all I say to her. I grab her throat and we cum together.
That was one of the best Christmas gifts I have ever received. We take our time getting up, showering, and getting dressed. Fiona looks beautiful in her red velvet dress and her hair flowing down her back. I wear khakis and a gray button up shirt. I help her get everything loaded into my Jeep. It’s eleven and we are finally on the road to her parents’ house in Clearwater.
Her parents are so welcoming and aren’t treating me any differently than before. Dinner is amazing! All the food and desserts probably made me gain twenty pounds. We are all sitting around, about to exchange gifts, and I suddenly feel nervous about the one I have for Fiona. I hand out the wrapped packages to her parents and siblings and Celisa. They love their presents and now it’s my turn to give Fiona her gift and my heart is pounding.
She opens her gifts one at a time, starting with a new backpack for work, with a nice laptop spot.
“It’s yellow, Z, I love it so much!” she says. She opens the next wrapped box and is speechless.
“Do you hate it?” I say, worried.
“No, it’s just too much. But I absolutely love it! I was saving up for a new laptop,” she says, holding up her new MacBook pro.
“I have a trust fund, babe. Seriously, please don’t overthink it. I don’t want money to be an issue with us,” I reassure her.
Now it is my turn to open Fiona’s gifts to me.
“Mine isn’t as fancy as yours but I put a lot of thought into it, so hopefully you like it,” she says. I lean over, kissing her. “It doesn’t have to be expensive, it’s not about money to me,” I say. The first present is five different size frames full of pictures of us over the past four months.
“These are for above our bed,” she says. “Fi, I love it! I love sentimental stuff,” I tell her.
The next gift is a doormat that says, Unless you have Airheads, alcohol, or food – go away! and underneath it says, Z & F. “This is absolutely great, I love it!” I tell her.
We spend some time watching movies and eating more dessert. We end up getting on the road around nine. I had such a good time and I am glad nothing really changed between Fiona’s parents and me. On the drive home Fiona holds my hand and sings quietly along to the Christmas music playing on the radio. I bring her hand to my mouth, dropping a kiss on it. I’m thinking about how much I love her, but I don’t say anything. She gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “Me too,” she whispers. It is almost like she knows what I was thinking.
Pulling up to the apartment, we unload the Jeep. I am bringing in the last load when Fiona calls me into the bedroom. She is naked and looks at me sweetly before saying, “Make love to me please, babe.” I quickly undress and make my way over to her. I pick her up and kiss her slowly and sweetly. The kind of kiss where time melts away and you aren’t rushing; you just enjoy every moment. Then I slowly lower her onto the bed. I take my time guiding myself into her.
“You are so beautiful, baby girl,” I whisper as I brush hair out of her face.I ease myself in and out of her. I speed up a little but I continue to sprinkle in little kisses as I thrust into her. “I am so lucky to have you, Fiona,” I murmur into her ear. “Zane,” she moans.
We take our time getting to climax, filling our time with kisses, sweet words, exploring hands, and smiles. When we cum I take her cheek in my hand and I kiss her as I climax with her. I kiss her like she is giving me the breath of life.
“That was amazing, Z,” she whispers.
“You are amazing, sunshine,” I say, as I get up to get a washcloth. I clean her up and pull her into me to cuddle until we fall asleep.
As soon as I hear her breathing even out I whisper, “I love you, Fiona, more than you could ever know, but I am going to tell you soon.” I close my eyes after that.
As I am drifting off to sleep, I hear her murmur, “I hope it is really soon.”
Then she is silent. I don’t know if that was her sleeping and she won’t remember it, or if she actually just said that. I want to say something, but if she is just sleep talking, that would be embarrassing for me. It is a sign I need to tell her, though. There were a few times tonight while I made love to her that I almost slipped up and told her.
In the morning she doesn’t say anything, so I think she was sleeping.
“So, Z, since the game is on New Year’s Eve this year, is the team doing anything special?” she asks me. “No, why?” I inquire. She has a very suspicious look on her face when she says, “I just have a small surprise for you that night, but I needed to know if I had to change my plans.” I wonder what it is as I finish eating my breakfast.
It is so weird that Christmas was a Saturday this year, making our next game on New Year’s Eve. I am grateful for it being a home game, though. Then we have an away game the next week. We have two weeks off before playoffs start. Playoffs are broken up into two regional games, the semifinals, then the championship. We go from sixteen teams, to eight, to four, to two competing for the championship. It’s exciting and stressful. Championships will be the first weekend of March because we get a week off between semifinals and the finals.
This entire week feels like it lasts forever. I don’t know if it is because we are so close to the end of regular season, or because Fiona’s surprise has me stressed. She has been working like crazy trying to get our first playoff game to be sold out, since it’s a home game. I don’t get to see her much around the rink, but we do have dinner every night, and even fitting in some TV when we can.
Waking up Saturday, Fiona is already gone. She told me she had a lot to do to prep for our New Year’s Eve game. I get ready in my suit and Converse, heading to the stadium and stopping for a coffee for my little caffeine gremlin.
Walking in, I see why she got here early. She needed to decorate. She put up signs and cute little decorations for the new year. While each person walks in, she has an assistant shoot up them with confetti cannons. I love it! Honestly, it was super creative.
“This is awesome, Fi!” I say, handing her the coffee.
“Thanks, babe, I thought it was fun and different.”
She kisses me, slipping my Airhead into my pocket. I can’t believe we are still flirting with pieces of candy when we are going on five months together, but I love it.
“You look beautiful, per usual; I will see you out there,” I say, walking to the locker room. Seeing her in my jersey will never get old. My number on her cheek brings a smile to my face. The locker room is decorated too, with photo props and fun music and lights. She even set up a table with everyone’s favorite snacks that she asked about at the beginning of the season.
I start the game with my usual routine with Fi, tossing her an Airhead and putting my hand on the glass. She blows me a kiss as I head off to warm up. I love it, the guys call me whipped, but fuck that. I have a girl in the stands supporting me and cheering me on the whole game. I am lucky to have that. I didn’t realize how much I liked that support until I had her. I miss it more than I should when I am at away games.
The game is a shutout, 3-0. It was easy. Davis was on his A game the whole time. I don’t get any penalty points this time, but I got an assist to Stuntz for one of the goals he got. Luke scored once as well. One more game until we are undefeated. One more, that is all that’s in our way. The locker room is completely unhinged! It is our last regular season home game. Everyone is partying and excited. Coach doesn’t mind since it’s a holiday and we kicked ass tonight.
Luke starts a “ONE MORE!” chant and we all yell along. The vibes in the locker room are amazing tonight! We hang out in there for almost an hour longer than normal.
I get a text from Fi, saying to enjoy the celebrations and no rush, but she is waiting in her office. I shower, then head to up to see her. By the time I get up there it’s 11 P.M. and her office is dark.
“Lock the door,” she whispers when I walk in.
I do just that and she walks out in my jersey. Like, just my jersey.
“You once told me you wanted to fuck me against these windows and you also love me in your jersey. Why not all in one?” she says, walking over to me.
She drops to her knees, starting to undo my belt. I help her get my pants off and she takes me in her mouth immediately. After I am hard as fuck she pulls me out, walking over to the glass and drops back to her knees
“Let’s get you a better view,” she whispers.
She isn’t wrong. Her mouth around my dick while I look down at her, the rink in the background. Fuck, this girl is perfect. I cum in her mouth as she swallows every drop and I get to see her beautiful eyes glistening.
I pick her up and guide myself in and begin to rail her against the glass. Her pussy is so tight, and she is so wet. Her arms are wrapped around my neck as I bounce her on my dick on the window. I can feel myself close to orgasm, so I pull out. I set her down and turn her around.
“I want to see my name on your back as I cum in this pussy,” I tell her as I groan, thrusting into her. I smack her ass and she moans.
“You look so sexy with my name on your back, pressed against this window, baby,” I tell her.
I pull her hair back and reach around and rub her clit, bringing us both to climax. She kisses me and walks over to her desk, getting dressed.
“Be right back.” She heads to the bathroom next door.
When she comes back in, we sit down on the couch.
“That was a great New Year’s Eve surprise, babe. I loved it!” I tell her.
“What time is it?” she says, leaning into me.
“It is 11:55,” I say, checking my phone.
“Want to be my New Year’s kiss?” she says, smiling.
“Maybe,” I say, laughing.
She playfully swats my chest.
“Very funny,” she says and starts to laugh too. We snuggle up until the Jumbotron flips on randomly. The clock reads 11:58.
“What the hell?” I say, getting up to move to the window. Fiona follows me over. The screen starts flashing pictures of Fiona and me before the countdown begins. I look at her, confused, but she just says, “Watch, please.”
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.
I Love You, Zane.
Three. Two. One.
Before I can respond, she is jumping in my arms, kissing me like our lives both depend on it.
