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}{\insrsid13122344 --Game Two--
I stared at the snow. Why did this year\rquote s late spring storm have to hit on a weekend? Sandy and I had planned a hike in the foothills today that was obviously cancelled.
The phone rang. Speak of the devil.
\'93Hey Liz! Looks like no hike!\'94 Sandy said as I picked up the receiver.
\'93Yeah, I\rquote m not into snowshoeing,\'94 I replied.
\'93So look, Pete and Steve have invited us over to watch the Avs game at their place. You interested?\'94
I let out a deep breath. Was I interested? Oh yes. But I was also nervous. Would Steve be collecting his two minutes from the last game? Or was he going to save them up until the playoffs were over?
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\'93Sure!\'94 I told Sandy. We discussed logistics and were on our way.
Steve met us at the door. After taking our coats, he clasped my hands.
\'93I\rquote m glad you came,\'94 he said, looking into my eyes. I felt shivers again.
\'93I had to,\'94 I teased. \'93The Wings choked on Thursday. You owe me a story. Though maybe I should have asked for two minutes of my own.\'94
He chuckled. \'93I was surprised you didn\rquote t,\'94 he admitted.
\'93Well, I want to get to know you. We\rquote ve been hanging out all season and all we\rquote ve talked about is hockey. I don\rquote t even know your last name.\'94
\'93Bowman.\'94
\'93You\rquote re kidding.\'94
\'93No. But no relation to the former coach,\'94 he said, smiling. I smiled back.
\'93You guys going to stand in the hallway all afternoon?\'94 Pete called}{\insrsid13335493 from the other room. Steve just grinned and I became acutely aware that he was still holding my hands. I started to
flush but Steve just changed his grip so that he was only holding my right hand and then led me into the living room.}{\insrsid4156690
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Sandy grinned when she noticed us holding hands and quickly shifted to the remaining open chair. That left the couch as the only remaining seats. Steve let go of }{\insrsid7613122 my }{\insrsid13335493 hand as we settled in and Pete turned up the TV.
Butterflies seemed to have taken over inside and I was acutely aware of his thigh touching mine. My mind was whirling. Steve had been completely uninterested in me a few months ago and now . . . now I didn\rquote
t know what to think. The way he looked at me in the hall was like the rest of the world had faded away and he only had eyes for me.
Warm blue eyes. Confident gorgeous eyes. Oh gawd, I was starting to get sappy. I didn\rquote t dare glance sideways to see if he\rquote d noticed. I was sure he had.
Fortunately, I was saved by the game. The puck dropped and we were off.
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The first period went well. The Avs got a goal and Abby was playing great. Unfortunately, great and incredible weren\rquote t the same. The Sharks snuck one by him in the middle of the second }{\insrsid11960118 period }{\insrsid527546 and }{
\insrsid16063841 then a second after Forsberg\rquote s goal wasn\rquote t allowed because he\rquote d collided with the goalie}{\insrsid9532177 . }{\insrsid16063841 Two periods down and my team was losing again. I felt sick to my stomach.
}{\insrsid9532177 Worse, the intermission report showed that Detroit was easily handling Calgary in their game two. Steve owed me one story. It looked like I wasn\rquote t going to get another }{\insrsid1578473 one}{\insrsid9532177 today.}{
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}{\insrsid11960118 Sandy and Pete were pretty quiet too. We\rquote d given up groaning before the commercial breaks and Sandy }{\insrsid1578473
had stopped her running critique of the game. Pete hit mute and headed into the kitchen, muttering something about more guacamole. Sandy winked at me and followed.}{\insrsid11960118
}{\insrsid1578473 I looked at Steve. He was smug, and obviously biting his tongue.
I glared and he shifted into puppy dog eyes for a moment and then into that incredibly cute grin of his. I just had to smile back. I put my hand on his thigh and cocked my head.}{\insrsid16271387
\'93So, I want my story,\'94 }{\insrsid12863747 I teased.}{\insrsid16271387
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Steve smiled. \'93What do you want to hear about?\'94 he asked.
\'93Your last relationship, including how it started, how long it lasted and when it ended.\'94 Daring, I knew, and}{\insrsid11152585 maybe not the best way to get to know Steve}{\insrsid12863747 . }{\insrsid11152585
Maybe it would scare him off, being asked so soon. }{\insrsid12863747 But }{\insrsid1578473 I don\rquote t believe in being coy and }{\insrsid12863747 it was close }{\insrsid1578473 to what I really wanted to know}{\insrsid11152585 .}{\insrsid12863747
He looked uncomfortable for a moment. Not upset or in pain, which was a good sign. I could see him carefully choosing his words.
\'93It lasted for four months. We met in a club I used to go to. It ended the same day the Wings clinched a playoff berth.\'94
Yes! After the party where we\rquote d first met. That explained things! I waited for Steve to continue, but he remained silent.
\'93That\rquote s not a story,\'94 I prompted.
\'93You sure you want to hear this?\'94 he asked.
\'93I\rquote m sure,\'94 I replied. For some reason, I suddenly felt like I really needed to know.
}{\insrsid7042354 He sighed and composed himself. Then he reached over and took my hand. He looked me in the eye and began.
\'93I used to go to the club all the time. She showed up one night with one of the other regulars. I watched them together for a while and it was clear that while she was interested in being there, she wasn\rquote
t all that interested in him. There was no chemistry between them. Eventually, he was off talking to his friends while she went to get a drink. I was getting one then too. We started talking and exchanged email addresses. Within a week she\rquote
d ditched the guy and I brought her to the club a few weeks }{\insrsid9265240 after that}{\insrsid7042354 .}{\insrsid11152585 \'94}{\insrsid7042354
}{\insrsid11152585
He paused. I could see the memories crossing through, but again, he seemed neither pained nor sad.
\'93We started seeing each other more regularly. She had a lot of exuberance and passion, but I started noticing some little things. Little yellow flags like inconsistencies in stories she\rquote d told
me about her childhood. Excuses for being late that didn\rquote t hold up. I realized she was lying about a bunch of little things.}{\insrsid16479490 \'94
\'93}{\insrsid11152585 I eventually called her on it. She said they were little white lies and really didn\rquote t matter. I disagreed. She didn\rquote t see
what the big deal was. I explained how honesty had to be the core of our relationship. She didn\rquote t understand my point. }{\insrsid9265240 So }{\insrsid11152585 I ended it.}{\insrsid16479490 \'94}{\insrsid11152585
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He was still holding my hand. I could also see him searching my eyes for clues to my reaction. I smiled and gave him a reassuring squeeze.
}{\insrsid7042354
}{\insrsid12863747 \'93There\rquote s a lot you\rquote re leaving out,\'94 I said.
\'93Yes.\'94
\'93Are you going to tell me?\'94 I asked.
\'93Maybe if the Red Wings lose again,\'94 he replied. I stuck my lip out in a mock pout}{\insrsid2039514 and he just chuckled}{\insrsid16479490 . }{\insrsid1578473 Then he put his arm around me and gave me a friendly hug}{\insrsid29801
before the start of the third period distracted his gaze}{\insrsid1578473 .
Th}{\insrsid29801 e hug}{\insrsid1578473 didn\rquote }{\insrsid29801 t end. Steve kept his arm around me.}{\insrsid1578473 }{\insrsid29801
Oh gawd he felt solid, holding me. Warm and strong. I tried to watch the TV, but all my attention was focused on his to}{\insrsid5528241 uch.}{\insrsid29801
He still had his arm around me when Pete and Sandy returned. They just smiled and didn\rquote t say anything. Konowalchuk made a shot that hit the post and we screamed at the near-miss and were back into watching the game.}{\insrsid1578473
}{\insrsid29801
}{\insrsid3177899 Which ended badly. The Avs lost again, 4-1. They\rquote d had a bunch of bad breaks, but San Jose had played well. Sandy stalked off to the kitchen in disgust}{\insrsid11300986 , Pete right}{\insrsid5528241
behind her. I turned to Steve. H}{\insrsid11300986 e just kept silent. }{\insrsid29801
\'93Thanks for not rubbing it in.\'94 I told him. He shrugged.
\'93Why rub it in? You owe me another two minute penalty.\'94
\'93Yeah. . . ,\'94 I said. \'93I\rquote m getting a little nervous about that.}{\insrsid1311832 \'94}{\insrsid29801
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\'93Nothing to worry about. You\rquote ll enjoy it, I promise.\'94 he reassured.
\'93You sure?\'94
\'93I promise.\'94 His voice was firm and his eyes twinkled.
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\'93So,}{\insrsid1311832 \'94 he continued, \'93D}{\insrsid29801 o you want to pay up now, or save it until the end of the series?\'94
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I caught my breath.
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\'93I don\rquote t know. I\rquote m kind of nervous,\'94 I admitted. \'93Which would be better?\'94
\'93If you\rquote re nervous, how about paying two minutes now and the rest later? You can get a taste and decide if you still want to continue the bet.\'94
I blushed. I certainly wanted more than a taste! But Steve had this . . . presence. It was reassuring and frightening at the same time. I suspected he could give me a bigger \'93taste\'94 than I could handle.
I nodded. Steve stood up and took my hand and led me into his bedroom. It was clean and Spartan\emdash other than his computer and several bookcases, it was pretty bare. He shut the door behind us and turned to me.
\'93Close your eyes,\'94 he asked. I did.
\'93Two minutes can be a long time,\'94 he said. I snorted, remembering some power plays that would never end. \'93It\rquote s now 3:55 pm. When it\rquote s 3:56, I\rquote ll begin.\'94
\'93Now. Please keep your eyes closed.\'94
Steve placed his hands on my sh
oulders, then slowly ran them down my arms, to the tips of my fingers. I could sense him walking around behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders again and slowly ran them down to my fingers. This time, he pulled my arms behind me until my palms t
ouch}{\insrsid1211341 ed}{\insrsid11300986 .
\'93Clasp your hands, please.\'94 His voice was still very gentle while firm. I quickly complied.
I sensed him moving in front of me. I started to crack my eyelids and he paused.
\'93Please keep your eyes closed.\'94 I squinched them shut.
Steve stepped
in close. I could feel his breath on my cheek. His hand came up and rested on my shoulder again. This time he slowly slid it up, to the nape of my neck, and then onto my cheek. He paused, just holding me, lightly caressing my skin. Then he swept his
hand back until he caught my hair and pushed it out}{\insrsid5256998 behind my ear. There he paused, his thumb making small circles just underneath my earlobe.}{\insrsid11300986
}{\insrsid5256998
Oh God, this felt good! My breath was getting shallow, though I was still nervous about what might come next. }{\insrsid10559277 I could also feel my body begin to respond to his touch.}{\insrsid5256998
}{\insrsid10559277
Steve leaned in, and his breath warmed my ear. I could almost feel him, though only his hand still touched me.
Then he kissed me behind the ear. My knees nearly buckled as he nuzzled my flesh. I started to bring my hands up to hold him, but he caught my arms and pushed them back behind me. }{\insrsid4211839 I acquiesced.}{\insrsid10559277
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Steve pulled back and then audibly stepped away. Come back! I nearly cried, but kept silent. He trailed his fingers down my arm again.
Then he slowly began to walk around me. When he was behind me, he again stepped in close, this time pr}{\insrsid1211341 essing his entire body into mine}{\insrsid4211839
. I leaned back and twisted my head, eyes still closed, questing for him. He slid one arm around my waist, holding me tight, the other brushed my hair back again, exposing my neck.
He kissed my neck again, this time deeply and repeatedly. I gasped and began to tremble as he rained kisses from shoulder to ear and back. He held me firmly and pulled away whenever I tried to twist so I could kiss him in return.}{\insrsid1777981
Finally I moaned.}{\insrsid4211839
}{\insrsid1777981
He stopped kissing me and held me for a moment longer. Then he slowly eased his grip and stepped back. This time I did whimper. He started running his hands lightly over my arms and back. He caress
ed my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. He dropped lower and I felt his fingers t}{\insrsid15478543 ouch my heel. He then trailed h}{\insrsid1777981 is hand up the back of one leg, before repeating it with the other.
Steve proceeded to slowly touch and caress every part of my body except my breasts, ass, or crotch. When he\rquote
d finished playing his fingers over my body from behind, he slowly slid around to the side, and then the front. He seemed to be memorizing my body with his touch.
Amazingly, he knew exactly how to touch me. When he found tenseness, he massaged me a little more deeply. Where my skin was bare, his touch was feather light\emdash yet not enough to tickle. Who was this guy and where had he learned to do this?
Steve finished by running his hands up my stomach, around m
y breasts (touch them dammit!), and to my face. He gently took my face in his hands and then paused. I could almost feel his admiring gaze, though I resisted opening my eyes. His breath drew closer and hotter. I pursed my lips in anticipation.
He kissed me.
The hell with it! I threw my arms around him and returned the kiss. His lips parted and our tongues met. We continued kissing for another moment and then he pulled back. I opened my eyes and gazed into his smiling face.
\'93Your two minutes are up,\'94 he smirked.
\'93Arrgghhh!!!! Don\rquote t you dare stop now, buster!\'94
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\'93I do}{\insrsid15478543 dare}{\insrsid9715664 ,\'94 he impishly replied.
I damn near hit him right then, but decided that there would probably be better ways to get even. I just shook my head at him.
Steve completely disengaged from our clench and opened the door. Sandy and Pete were both holding back laughter at the sight of us when we returned to the living room. I just gave Sandy a loopy grin in reply.
\'93We need to go, Liz,\'94 she said. I nodded and collected my stuff, still feeling Steve\rquote
s touch all over my body. Every time I looked at him, he just smiled smugly back. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to throw him to the ground and ravish him. In the end I let him walk us to the door.
Once there, Steve gave Sandy a quick hug, and then opened his arms to me. We shared a longer hug and he gave me a quick peck on the cheek before pulling back.
\'93Next game is Monday, I believe,\'94 he said.
\'93Oh yeah,\'94 I replied, before Sandy tugged me out the door. I walked away just smiling and shaking my head. Monday would be another game indeed.
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--end Game Tw}{\insrsid16017992 o-- }{\insrsid5850431
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