tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28914239136066179652024-03-13T01:00:11.483-04:00Offense or Defense?mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-43081991868331291282013-06-15T20:05:00.000-04:002013-06-15T20:05:12.717-04:00Chapter Twenty<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">This chapter isn't super long, but I think that is should be enough to hold you over for a bit. Comment to let me know that you're reading and let me know what you think of Kris and Nikki's budding relationship. Enjoy, and thank you for reading.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Kris and Nikki woke up at almost the
same time, about thirty seconds separated when they returned from dreamland.
Nikki snuggled further into Kris’ chest hoping that somehow she could be closer
to him. “Good morning, beautiful.”</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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</span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Good morning, handsome.” She angled her
head so that her lips could meet the ones that awaited them. The soft, sweet
kiss was innocent, yet still channeled their feelings for each other. The night
before had been filled with passion, even before they made it to the bed in
Kris’ hotel room. Being apart had definitely brought them closer. Absence does
make the heart grow fonder. </span></div>
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<br /></div>
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</span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Nikki lay back onto Kris’ right arm and
as she did the sheet that covered them slid down. The air in the room was cool
and only being covered by a sheet Nikki was a bit cold. She grabbed the sheet
and pulled it up to her chin and cuddling deeper into both the bed and Kris.
“Are you afraid to have me see you naked?” </span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Nikki was already cold, but the hint of
sleep still in Kris’ voice along with his sexy French-Canadian accent made her
shiver. “No,” she said, “It’s cold in here.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Good, that might have been a problem
after last night.” He ran his hand along her bare side, savoring the feel of
her skin against his. When they had gone to sleep they were both sated and
content, but being awake and naked in bed together was causing their need for
each other to return. He rolled to face her and just before their lips
connected he saw the bright numbers on the clock. Their lips met and as they
did Kris sighed. “I’ve gotta go to practice,” he said after pulling away. “But
I promise after practice and a stop in the gift shop down stairs we can repeat
last night.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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</span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">After a quick shower together they got
dressed and walked across the street together, their fingers laced. The players’
lot was about half full when they arrived which meant that either only half the
team was there or a lot of people had carpooled. ‘Cars,’ Kris thought. ‘If I’m
going to be here for a while I’m going to need to get mine here somehow.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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</span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The locker room was only half full,
which made sense, if anyone was going to carpool it would to a game and not to
practice Max was one of the ten or so guys in the room and upon seeing this
Kris felt Nikki’s fingers sliding from his. Clearly she has seen him too. And
she really was going to thank him for what had happened the night before.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Hey Max,” Nikki said when she reached
his stall.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Nice to finally actually meet you.” </span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Nikki had been wishing the team luck for
a few years, but she had only talked to them from the wall above the players’ entrance,
or a few brief conversations with a few of the guys at the fence when she had
been there for morning skate. She had never been in the locker room before. The
previous year Kris had only played seven games for the Penguins and he and
Nikki had only been friends. Now that they were together he could bring her
into the locker room with him, at least as long as he was playing in the NHL.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“You too. Um – I just wanted to say
thanks.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">It took Max about five seconds to figure
out what he was being thanked for. He didn’t think that he had done anything;
that is until he remembered his conversation with Kris from the night before.
Max had given Kris the condom that he kept in his, in case Kris got lucky. Apparently,
he had. When it finally clicked a goofy smile came to his face. “Oh, you’re quite
welcome.” Nikki walked away in the direction of Kris’ stall and Max finished pulling
his skates on before heading the same way. “Way to go, mon ami,” he said as he
passed.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span>mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-40743019475311666802013-04-24T14:58:00.000-04:002013-04-24T14:58:04.286-04:00Chapter Nineteen <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Happy Birthday, Kristopher! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><u>Chapter Nineteen</u></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>The first two weeks that they
were apart were the hardest, they had just gotten used to spending time
together for more than a week. The month that they had spent together in
Pittsburgh had brought them closer and Kris was glad that he had gotten to Pittsburgh
early. </span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>November came and with each
passing day and no call-up to Pittsburgh Kris and Nikki though that it would be
the middle of December before they were able to see each other again. Kris was
happily surprised when two weeks into the month he was told that he was being
called up to the big league. “Baby, what are you doing tonight?” Kris asked
when Nikki answered the phone.</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“Um, watching the game? Is there
something else I should be doing?”</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“How about sleeping in the arms
of your beau petit ami?”</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“You got called up? Kris that’s
great!”</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“The best part is that I get to
see you.”</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“That is the best part, oh Kris
I can’t wait until you get to Pittsburgh.”</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“I can’t wait either. I have to
go so that I can get there though, but I wanted to let you know. I love you,
Nicolette.”</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“I love you too, Kristopher. I
can’t wait to see you tonight.”</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“I’ll text you my room number
when I get there and I’ll leave a key for you at the front desk. See you
tonight.”</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>Nikki had been on her way to
class when her phone had gone off. She had been walking towards the math
building for her least favorite class and had not been looking for it. Now
after the phone call from Kris and the thought of seeing her later that day,
nothing could bring her down. </span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>When he arrived in Pittsburgh
and at the Marriott it felt like he was home. He checked in, told the women
behind the desk to set aside a key for a Ms. Nikki James, and quickly made his
way to his room. He sent a text to Nikki with his room number, put his bags down,
and drank a glass of water before it was time to head to the arena for the
game. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>Nikki had driven straight to the
Marriott after her last class and made it to the arena in time to wish the last
few guys luck. After the last of the players arrived Nikki crossed the street
and decided to watch the game at the restaurant in the lobby. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“Welcome back Kris,” Max Talbot
said just before the team took the ice for the pre-game skate. “You spending
the night with your girl?”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“I am.” A smile took over his
whole face.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“Well, you might need this
then,” Max said digging into the pocket of the suite pants that he had worn
into the arena for his wallet. He pulled the packet out and handed it to Kris. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“I really don’t think so; we’re
not at that point in our relationship.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“Keep it man, just in case.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>Kris put it into the pocket of
suit pants and completely forgot about it as he and the rest of the Penguins
took the ice. They Pens beat the Islanders which added to Kris’ crazy amount of
emotions brought on by this whirlwind day. Getting called up to Pittsburgh was
great, and a win was always nice, but more than anything Kris couldn’t wait to
get back to his hotel and to see Nikki’s smiling face.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>He quickly showered and got
dressed in his suit before hurrying across the street. Nikki was waiting on a
bench in the lobby and she saw him before he saw her. Her face lit up and she
stood before he came through the door that was being held open by the door man.
“Nicolette,” he said when he finally saw her. He quickly closed the ten feet
between them and dropped his bag on the floor before throwing his arms around
Nikki. “Oh, baby I’ve missed you so much.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>“I’ve missed you too,
Kristopher, I’m so glad that you’re here.” She rested her head against his
muscular chest and took in his scent. He didn’t smell like Irish Spring and Old
Spice like he normally did, he smelled of locker room soap, but he still
smelled good.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>After a few minutes of being
content in each other’s arms they headed for the elevator. Once the doors
closed Kris took Nikki in his arms again and their lips came together. They
both had intended for the kiss to be passionate yet still somewhat innocent.
However, after having not seen each other for six weeks the innocent kiss
quickly became passionate and intense. Tongues grazed lips and were soon
swirling in a dance of lovers reunited. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>As intense as the kiss was it
was ended when the chime dinged to indicate that they were at their desired
floor. Nikki picked up her overnight bag and they walked hand-in-hand to Kris’
room. When they made it to the door Kris couldn’t push down the desire to taste
Nikki’s sweet lips again. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span><span> </span>He pushed her against door and
his lips crashed down on hers for a rough, passionate kiss. While the kiss was
rough Kris’ lip were soft against hers, as were hers against his. As much as he
wanted to kiss her gently, to place soft kisses along her jaw-line before
moving onto her neck, there was so much emotion on both sides of the kiss that
it forged their lips together. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>His hands were on either side of her,
pressed against the door holding himself far enough away from her so that she
wasn’t squished. The intensity of the kiss was ten times that of the one from
the elevator and more passionate than any kiss they had shared in the past. <span> </span>She was still a bit in shock, but her hands no
longer cling to his suit jacket but pushed it back enough so that she could run
her hands up his chest, taking in how muscular he was. When she reached the
collar of his shirt she began to loosen his tie. She had no idea what color his
tie was and at this point it was the least of her worries.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>Since the kiss began her eyes had been
closed and she didn’t care if someone happened to walk down the hall past them.
The only things she cared about were the man that she was connected to at the
lips and the passion that they shared. She moved her hands to the back of his
neck and ran her hands through his soft brown hair. As each strand slipped
through her fingers more of her weight was pushed against the door and her
knees began to grow weak; she was unable to stand on her own two feet.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>Kris brought one arm behind her, helping
her to keep her balance. Neither of the two wanted it to end, and it would have
taken an earthquake to bring them completely to a stop. There was so much
urgency in the kiss, need for each other after being away from each other. His
lips felt so right against hers, as did his body, he had brought her closer,
needing to be near her. The kiss was so intoxicating as was the softness of his
hair and the need to be closer to him even though their bodies were
touching.<span> </span>The overall rightness of the
situation made Nikki feel as though she was in heaven, may be dreaming. She had
had dreams like this before, but she knew that this time, this kiss, and this
need was real.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>Kris’ arms and both his and Nikki’s legs
were growing tired so after an unknown amount of time they broke apart. “We
should probably go inside,” Kris said as he reluctantly took one arm away from
Nikki and reached for the room key in his pocket. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>Once they finally made it into the room
after fumbling with the room key Kris removed his jacket and Nikki her jersey.
Both were thrown onto the desk before shoes were quickly kicked off, well at
least in Kris’ case. Nikki always wore Converse and their need to be untied was
an enormous hindrance. Once her shoes were finally removed she looked up to see
that Kris had also taken his tie off. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>They made their way to the bed and Kris
helped Nikki to lie back against the pillows. He leaned onto his side next to
her and ran his free hand along her soft cheek before bringing their lips
together again. Just like that the spark ignited again. The need that they had
both felt in the hallway was now greater and only one thing could quench their
thirst for each other. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>Both Kris and Nikki knew what their
bodies wanted and needed, but they needed to take things slow. They had only
been dating for five months and had only really spent just over a month
together. Were they really at that point in their relationship? Were they
really ready to take that step?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>This passion, this heat was not what
Kris had intended or expected when he enveloped his love in his arms in the
hotel lobby. Life however, has a way of giving you what you need when you need
it, even if you didn’t know that you needed it in the first place. Right now
what Kris needed was to be closer to Nikki. He had wanted to take things slow,
but things had escalated quickly and his emotions and his need had taken over.
Logically thinking was no longer a possibility. He needed to silence the ache
that he felt, both in his mind and his groin. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>Nikki was in the same boat. She had
never been with anyone in the way that she knew she needed to be with Kris. She
should have been scared, having sex for the first time. For some reason though,
she wasn’t. She wanted this more than anything. She knew that the feelings she
was having were both right and real. She loved Kris and she knew that he loved
her in return. Love is all you need, isn’t it?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>Without even actively thinking about it
Kris moved his hand that had rested on Nikki’s stomach slowly upward. The soft,
strong hand came to rest on her breast and their kiss muffled the soft moan
that escaped.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>The kiss was broken and Kris came to
sitting position, helping Nikki into one too. His hands rested at the hem of
her t-shirt, but he didn’t have to ask. Nikki’s hands moved to his and helped
him start to bring her shirt up, revealing more and more of her creamy skin.
When the black t-shirt came to rest on the floor Nikki’s fingers fumbled with
the buttons on Kris’ shirt to slowly reveal his smooth chest. Once the shirt
was removed her hands unconsciously traced the strong muscles of his chest and
stomach.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>Soon his suit pants and her jeans were
also on the floor and the two lovers were once again lying back against the
pillows. “I love you, Nicolette.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>“I love you too, Kristopher.” She leaned
up to kiss him again and as she did Kris trailed his fingertips over her
shoulder and he tried to make his way to the clasp of her bra. “What,” she
said, reality finally hitting her. “We can’t do this.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>“I’m sorry, mon amour. I wasn’t
thinking, believe me I’m not trying to pressure you.” He quickly removed his
hand from her and sat upright.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>“That’s not what I mean. Believe me
baby, I want this just as much as you do. I’m saying we can’t do this right
now, we don’t have protection.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>“You’re right, I’m sorry.” He kissed her
cheek gently before he remembered his brief pre-game conversation with Max.
“Wait, we can do this.” He was off the bed before Nikki could ask him what he
was talking about. He found his suit pants on the floor and the foil package
that awaited him in the pocket. “Thank Max,” He said, holding the packet up for
her to see.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>Soon the remaining clothing was shed and
the latex covering Kris’ aching appendage. Nikki lay back against the pillows
and Kris took a moment to take in the scene as well as her beauty. Everything
about the scene was perfect. “Are you sure about this?”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>“Positive.” Kris placed a kiss on
Nikki’s forehead before slowly connecting them at the waist. Nikki winced in
pain and Kris did his best to enter slowly, kissing her softly to take her mind
from the discomfort. Soon the pain was gone, completely replaced by pleasure. </span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>The pleasure did not last very long, but
both Nikki and Kris were content and trying to catch their breath. Nikki’s head
rested on Kris’ chest where it met with his shoulder and she ran her hand over
his chest. It had been a long and eventful today for both lovers, with the most
recent event being the most tiring; so after ten minutes of lying contently in
each other’s arms Kris pulled the sheet over them. “Je t’aime,”Kris said before
gently kissing Nikki lips.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span>“Je t’aime aussi, Kristopher, je t’aime
aussi.”</span></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
</span></span>mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-36966696585918042942013-04-07T00:41:00.003-04:002013-04-07T00:42:16.385-04:00Chapter Eighteen<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Wow, it has really been a long time since I wrote anything. Two nights ago I found some motivation and sat down and wrote two chapters. So, I'm not sure if anyone is actually going to read this, but if you are reading this I hope that you enjoy it. As I said, I wrote two chapters and the second of the two is my favorite so I will be posting another chapter within the next week... well that is if I receive feedback that lets me know that people want to read more. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><u>Chapter Eighteen</u></span></span><br />
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<![endif]--><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Kris did well in camp, but his name appeared
on the list of guys that had been cut from the team and were being sent to
Wilkes-Barre. Having been cut from the again was painful, but not as painful as
it would be to be away from Nikki again. They had said good-bye before, but
each one had been hard. Kris was looking forward to finally getting to be able
to spend some quality time with the girl he loved.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Nikki was in glass when Kris
came to his name on the list, but having to be apart again was not something to
be discussed in the form of text messages. She would be coming to the Marriott
after her last class of the day, so Kris decided to break the bad news to her
when she arrived at the hotel. A simple text arrived on her phone when there
was still an hour left in her last class. ‘I love you, Nicolette.’</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">They often expressed their love
for each other, but it was not normally how their conversations began;
something was wrong. She would find out what was in two hours. So a reply of, ‘I
love you, too, Kristopher.’ was sent.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Class finally ended and Nikki
left Kris know what she was on her way to see him. Parking spaces were hard to
come by where Kris was staying, except for in the paid garage, so Nikki parked
at the fire station that her dad had worked at and walked the few short blocks
back to the Marriott. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">The elevator doors closed and
slowly moved towards Kris’ floor. It had been a few days since Nikki had gotten
to see Kris and she had missed him. She couldn’t wait to see his face light up
when he saw that it was her at the door and to be back in his arms. When the
gold doors slid open Nikki made her way down the hall towards her destination. Knocking twice to let Kris know that it was her she waited for the door to open
and her boyfriend’s smiling face to appear. When the door opened her smile
disappeared; she was right, something was wrong. Kris was always happy to see
her, even after loss, but now his perfect smile was nowhere to be seen and in
its place was a look of sadness. “Kris, baby, what’s wrong?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Stepping aside and opening the
door wider Kris let Nikki enter the room before sitting on the large bed next
to her. “I didn’t make the cut; I’m leaving for Wilkes-Barre tomorrow
afternoon. I would have told you sooner, but I didn’t think this was something
that I should tell you in a text.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">“Oh Kristopher, I’m so sorry
baby. “ She turned sideways and wrapped her arms around him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Kris pulled one of his arms free
and returned the hug. “Promise me that we’ll be okay when I’m not here.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">“Kristopher, we have spent our
first few months together apart. I love you so much and I only want to be with
you. You are my life mon amour and I promise that while you are in Wilkes-Barre
nothing about us will change.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">“I love you too,” he took her
hands and placed a gentle kiss on her check. “I’m sorry that we spend so much
time apart, I tried my best the past two weeks.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">“Kristopher, look at me.” He was
looking down at the patterned carpet, but not taking the shapes or colors in.
Nikki ran her hand along his check to turn his face towards her. Kris’ hair
fell into his face and covered his right eye; he was too upset to move it, but
Nikki ran her fingers through the soft brown locks and held them away from his
face as she spoke. “I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to go out with
a professional athlete. We will be absolutely fine, nothing could come between
us. Just remember, there’s always a chance of getting called up.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">“Stay here with me tonight?” He
asked moving his hand to hers that was still in his hair.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">“Of course, baby.” She moved as
close as she could to the man she loved and gently kiss his lips. </span></span>
<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">*** </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Nikki skipped her morning class
so that she could spend every possible moment with Kris. She helped him pack
and once everything was in his bags they laid on the bed, Nikki’s head on Kris’
chest until it was time to go down to the lobby.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">“I’m going to miss you so much,”
Kris said his arms wrapped around the women he loved. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">“I’m going to miss you too. I
promise, if you haven’t been called up by the start of my Christmas break I’ll
come see you in WBS.” They stood in each other’s arms in the lobby of the hotel
for a few minutes until a taxi pulled up outside the front door. Kris would be
flying into Wilkes-Barre instead of driving. “I love you, Kristopher.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">“I love you too, Nicolette.”
They both squeezed tightly one more time before looking into each other’s eyes.
Both his chocolate brown ones as well as her ice blue ones were filled with
sadness. All of their emotion was poured into the last kiss that they would
share for at least a few weeks. “Au Revoir, mon amour.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">“Au revoir.” Kris left a kiss on
Nikki’s forehead before picking up his bags and turning towards the cab that
awaited him. Once his bags were in the trunk and he closed the car door he blew
Nikki a kiss and got one in return before the car drove away. </span></span>
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mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-21894662545754625812012-04-01T01:32:00.010-04:002012-04-01T01:43:58.777-04:00Chapter Seventeen<span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >I apologize for taking so long to update, I had a lot of things going on for a while and some horrible writer's block. I hope you all enjoy this short chapter and that you also might consider reading my other stories if you don't already. I know that Broken Promises could definitely use some attention. Thank you once again for reading. 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And you both know how I feel about him. We slept together.” Michelle’s expression changed to a somehow even more questioning look. “No not like that, we slept in the same bed.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“Oh, that’s not as much fun.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“Sorry to disappoint you,” she said sarcastically. “There’s not much else to tell.”<br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: arial; text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> ***</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Over the next few weeks Kris and Nikki talked as much as possible, and missed each other more and more with each day that passed. Nikki was getting ready to start college and had gotten a job at a local sports store to occupy her time, to keep mind off missing Kris. “Training camp starts soon,” Nikki said while talking to Kris.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=" Times New Roman","serif"">“I can’t wait, I miss you.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“I miss you too, are you still coming down early?”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“As long as you still want me to.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“Let me see, well you could come down a day or two before camp starts which would leave next to no time for us to hang out, or you could come down two weeks before camp and we could spend an entire two weeks together before camp starts and you’re busy all day every day.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>As per their agreement when September first arrived Kris was boarding a plane for Pittsburgh. Nikki had to work for most the day or at least that’s what she had told Kris. Originally she did have to work that day, but she had gotten someone to take over her shift so that she could pick Kris up from the airport. </span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>Since Kris was coming for training camp Nikki knew that he would be checking a bag. All she had to do when she could to the airport was find his baggage claim and wait. </span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>She sat down near the baggage carousel and when Kris first came into view her heart skipped a beat. The time away from him and definitely made her love him more. As he got closer some of his silky dark brown hair fell over his left eye and Nikki anxiously waited for what always made her smile. He ran his fingers through the soft locks, pushing them from his face. </span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>As she had hoped he would Kris came to stand in front of the conveyor belt facing away from her. He hadn’t seen her.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The beeping started to indicate that the bags were about to start circling and Kris hoped that his wasn’t the last one off the plane. He wanted to get out of as quickly as possible so that he could get to the Marriott and wait for Nikki. Nikki took the beeping as her cue to sneak up behind her devastatingly handsome boyfriend. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When she got to be about five feet away she could already smell his cologne. She couldn’t wait to be in his arms. </span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“Excuse moi, monsieur,” she hoped that he didn’t recognize her by her American accent. Normally it would be out of place for someone to be speaking French in Pittsburgh, but the flight that he was on did come from Montreal making the French not so uncommon.</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“Ah, je regrette Madame.” He turned to look at who he had been apologizing to. “Ah, Mademoiselle,” he took her hand in his. “Enchanté.” </span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>Nikki waited from Kris to place a kiss on her hand before she pulled it away and practically jumped into his arms. He held her tightly as he kissed her. This was where he was supposed to be. Not the airport, but with Nikki. Where ever she was. “Welcome back to Pittsburgh, Kris.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“I’m glad to be back,” he flashed his dashing smile. “I thought you had to work today.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“I did originally. I wanted surprise you though so I got someone to cover my shift.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>Kris smiled and kissed her again before saying, “I love you.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“I love you too, Kris.”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"">***</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>During the two weeks before training camp Kris and Nikki were together whenever she wasn’t in class. He went to work with her so that she would have someone to talk to, well someone who didn’t annoy her. Since he had only played eight games with the Penguins the season before he was sure that almost no one who came into the store would recognize him. </span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>Those two week however went by too quickly for Nikki and Kris’ liking. It was the day before the start of training camp and because of her classes Nikki would only be able to make it to one of the open practices. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She was attending Robert Morris University and living in the dorms, making her farther away from the arena than she had been the year before, but she promised both Kris and herself that she would be there as much as possible. Sunday morning Nikki woke up in her favorite place, Kris’ arms. They had stayed at the Marriott together, getting the most of their time together. They had nothing planned for the day; they were just going to wing it. She snuggled closer, loving the feeling of being there with him. She kissed his wrist hoping that she didn’t wake him up. Her hopes were dashed when his grip around her tightened into a hug. “Good morning.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“Morning,” she rolled towards him and returned the hug.</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>After they showered separately they went downstairs to Starbucks for a quick breakfast and then decided to go for a walk to and around downtown.</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>They spent the entire day together until Nikki had to leave to go back to school. “I’ll see you at camp on Wednesday.” Kris nodded. “I love you, Kris.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“I love you too. I’ll miss you until then.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“I’ll miss you too, bye Kris.”</span></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span>“Good-bye Nicolette.” He pressed his lips to hers one last time before releasing the beauty from his arms.</span></span></p> <span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span>mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-14347171671310735942011-02-27T18:26:00.003-05:002011-02-27T18:30:53.655-05:00Chapter SixteenIt has been FOREVER, I know. This a short chapter, but I felt that I should give you guys at least a little something to read. Enjoy and GO PENS!<br /><br /><br /><br /><u>Chapter Sixteeen</u><br /><br /> "I wish we could love, but it's almost time for you to leave." He tucked a few loose strands of hair behind Nikki's ear.<br /><br /> "I know, shit I still have to pack."<br /><br /> "Nicolette," he said sternly, "Go pack, now."<br /><br /> Nikki placed a gentle kiss on Kris' lips before rolling off his body and the bed. A small squeal escaped her lips and she jumped slightly as Kris lightly tapped her behind. Her things were scattered throughout the house and she gathered them as quickly, she wanted to spend at much time with Kris as possible before she had to leave him again. This time would be more difficult than the last had been, then neither knew what the other was feeling. This time they had to go from spending every moment together for the past week, to not being able to see each other until September, just under three months. They would make the relationship work though, they had made their feelings for each other last this long, three months until Kris was back in Pittsburgh would be nothing.<br /><br /> "How long til we have to leave?" Nikki yelled from the front door, placing her bags down.<br /><br /> "About an hour and a half," Kris said from the bedroom, still laying on the bed.<br /><br /> "I'm all packed," She headed back to the bedroom and was standing in the doorway before saying, "I was thinking we get ready and then just sit around until we absolutely have to leave."<br /><br /> "Sounds good to me."<br /><br /> After they were both ready and everything of Nikki's was packed they sat down on the couch just to talk. Nikki sat with her head resting on Kris' chest. "So, do we make this Facebook official?"<br /><br /> Kris smiled, "That's up to you, I don't care who knows that we're together. All that matters is that I love you."<br /><br /> "I love you too Kris, no one knows about us yet." Kris gave her a questioning look. "I barely talked to anyone while I was here."<br /><br /> Kris smiled and kissed her cheek. They sat on the couch until they absolutely had to leave for the airport. Nikki tried to carries her bags to the car, but Kris wouldn't allow it. "Kris, you really don't have to do that, I can carry them."<br /><br /> "I can carry them too, I'm the boyfriend it's what I'm supposed to do."<br /><br /> 'It'd be weird if I was the boyfriend, wouldn't it?"<br /><br /> "Smart ass." He placed her bags on the ground next to the car and pushed her against it. He placed his hands on either side of her and his lips came crashing down on hers. Just as with every kiss it was filled with passion, need. Kris ran his tongue along Nikki's lower lip, wanting so badly to part her lips, let his tongue explore, battle with hers, but he pulled back, breaking the kiss. "Fuck," he ran his hand through his hair. "We really have to go."<br /><br /> "I'm going to miss being able to do that whenever I want," Nikki said sadly.<br /><br /> "Me too," He placed a gentle peck on her lips before saying, "In the car, now." He opened the passenger side door for her and closed it after one last kiss before putting her bags in the trunk and getting into the car himself.<br /><br /> The ride to the airport wasn't too long , Nikki and Kris continued to talk. When they arrived at the airport Kris' heart dropped, it was just like the last time that he had taken her to the airport, although a few things were different this time. Unlike last time Kris loved Nikki, she knew, and they were together. Kris carried Nikki's bags inside and to the check-in counter. After checking her bag and being handed her boarding pass Nikki and Kris headed towards security. Her flight took off in two and a half hours, she needed to be getting to security soon.<br /><br /> "I'll call you when I land and then again when I get home tonight." Nikki said placing her carry-on bag on the floor and practically falling against Kris' body.<br /><br /> "You're not going straight home?"<br /><br /> "Cassie and Michelle have plans for me, no idea what. All I know is that they're picking me up from the airport."<br /><br /> "I love you Nicolette, goodbye," Kris said before pressing his lips to hers for one final kiss.<br /><br /> "I love you too Kristopher, bye." She picked up her bag swinging it over her shoulder and headed towards security. Before it was her turn she turned back to where she had left Kris, he was still standing there. She waved and blew him a kiss before it was her turn to walk through the metal detector. When she looked back again he was gone.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br /> Nikki's flight home was okay, she missed Kris though. As soon as the plane planned in Pittsburgh and the passengers were given the okay to use their cell phones she pulled hers from her pocket and called Kris. They talked until just before she made it to baggage claim, she could see Michelle and Cassie. "Bye Kris, I love you." <br /><br /> "I love you too Nikki, bye."<br /><br /> Nikki talked to Michelle and Cassie as they made their way to the car, it was all about what had happened in Pittsburgh over the past five days though. Once they made it to the car is when Nikki ended up being the one answering the questions instead of asking them. "So anything exciting happen in Canada? Have sex with any random hockey players?" Of course Michelle was the one to ask this.<br /><br /> "Random hockey players no."<br /><br /> Nikki was glad that Michelle wasn't driving because they would have crashed, she turned her head to Nikki who was in the back seat so fast, hoping that she had heard her wrong. "Excuse me?"<br /><br /> "Okay we didn't have sex, we did make out a lot though."<br /><br /> This time both Cassie and Michelle looked at Nikki. "Someone we know?" They asked in unison.<br /><br /> "Kris," Nikki said simply and with a smile. The next look she received was one that didn't need to be accompanied with words, they wanted her to spill.mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-66474852292305641402011-02-27T17:55:00.000-05:002011-02-27T17:56:20.059-05:00New Story!Hey everyone the first chapter of my new story, <a href="http://bpunexpectedlove.blogspot.com">Broken Promises</a>, is up.mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-73934109252332517272011-02-09T00:50:00.001-05:002011-02-09T00:50:55.908-05:00New Story?Hey guys, I was wondering if anyone would be interested in reading a story that had nothing at all to do with a hockey player? Please get back to me. Hopefully more of this story will be up soon as well. Love you all. GO PENS! <3mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-11960923693376939222010-12-14T22:08:00.003-05:002010-12-14T23:25:17.497-05:00Chapter Fifteen"Morning mon amour," Kris said rolling over in bed.<br /><br />"Morning," Nikki said groggily, brushing her bangs from her face and kissing Kris' cheek.<br /><br />"It's your last full day here," Kris' voice changed and he propped his head up. "What do you want to do?"<br /><br />"I just want to spend time with you, other than that I don't care what we do," she smiled.<br />"Movie day?"<br /><br />Nikki placed a gentle kiss on Kris' lips. "Does that mean that I get to spend the entire day in your arms?"<br /><br />"That's exactly what it means." He kissed the tip of Nikki's nose before rolling out of bed.<br />Nikki opened her mouth to speak, about to ask where he was going, but when he pulled a plain white t-shirt over his head and ran his hand through his hair she closed her mouth and laid back.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br />After a day of watching movies on the couch wrapped in Kris' arms, only leaving them when he got up to change the movie or refill the bowl of popcorn or their drinks, they started to get ready for bed at around ten. Kris got into bed first, and Nikki followed shortly after, looking into Kris' eyes. "I don't want to leave tomorrow."<br /><br />"I don't want you to leave either love, but don't worry I'll be in Pittsburgh for training camp in September."<br /><br />"You're gonna make the team this year," she said with a smile and kissed his cheek. "Promise."<br />"Please don't make promises that you can't keep."<br /><br />"Kristopher, you are going to make the team."<br /><br />"But--" He could say no more, he was cut off when Nikki's lips crashed down on his. Soon her tongue slipped between his lips and wrestled with his for a while. "Mmm, convincing," he said licking his lips when he pulled away. "Okay if I make--"<br /><br />"When you make the team."<br /><br />"Fine, when I make the team we'll get to see each other all the time."<br /><br />'Good," she smiled. "I hate to say it, but we should probably get some sleep."<br /><br />Kris nodded and kissed Nikki before she snuggled up close and he wrapped his arm around her. "Goodnight Nicolette, I love you."<br /><br />"I love you too, goodnight Kristopher." The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was the feeling of Kris' lips placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br />"Nikki," Kris whispered. "Nicolette, wake up."<br /><br />Nikki mumbled something into the pillow before turning away from Kris and the window through which the sun was leaking through.<br /><br />Kris brushed the stray strands of her light brown hair away from her ear before softly whispering, "Nicolette, it's time to wake up my love." His lips gently brushed her ear sending a chill through her entire body, causing her to cuddle up closer to him and to pull the blanket closer.<br /><br />She lay there for a few more seconds before turning to Kris, eyes wide open, and hair in her face and saying, "Do I smell bacon?"<br /><br />Kris laughed before kissing her lips gently and saying, "Yes you do. I'm going to go finish breakfast, but you my love need to stay here, okay?" Nikki nodded and Kris kissed her cheek before heading back to the kitchen.<br /><br />In the kitchen Kris began to scramble the eggs when Nikki snuck up behind him, he jumped when her arms wrapped around his waist. He poured the eggs into the pan while saying, "I thought I told you to stay in bed."<br /><br />"I know, I know, but I missed you."<br /><br />"Babe I was out here less than five minutes before you came, what are you going to do when you go home." As he finished speaking he turned to face Nikki and slipped his arms around her waist, lacing his fingers behind her back, pulling her closer.<br /><br />"I know for a fact that I won't be able to do this," she leaned up and pressed her lips to his. Just as she was about to slip her tongue past Kris' soft lips the eggs began to crackle.<br /><br />"Let me finish up out here and I'll meet you back in bed?" Nikki nodded and Kris kissed her on the nose before she headed back to the bedroom.<br /><br />A few minutes later Kris came back into the bedroom with a tray of food; scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and orange juice. "Why is there only one plate?" Nikki asked when Kris placed the tray on the bed.<br /><br />"You eat, I'll eat when you're done."<br /><br />Nikki took a bit of her eggs, after dipping them in ketchup of course, and her eyes lit up. "Amazing, as always." After a few more bites she asked Kris if he wanted a bite, he nodded. Nikki cut of away piece of the eggs and brought it to Kris' mouth. After all the food was gone, Nikki feeding herself as well as Kris, she noticed that there was a bit of jelly on his lip. "You've got some jelly on your lip," she said with a giggle.<br /><br />Kris wiped his lip with his arm, "Better?"<br /><br />"Still there." After another try Nikki said, "I'll get it for you." Instead of simply wiping it away with her hand she moved closer to the Frenchman and pressed her lips to his. To make sure that she got the grape jelly she ran her tongue along his upper lip, the jelly was not as delicious as the kiss she was receiving. What happened next came as no surprise, Kris' tongue slipped between Nikki's lips and began exploring. A few seconds passed before Nikki felt herself being lifted and the next thing she knew she was on Kris' lap. She didn't mind, and she didn't want the kiss to end. Tired of sitting up Kris began to gently lean back, bringing Nikki down with him.<br /><br />When they finally broke the seal Kris ran his hand through his hair, and his tongue along his lip. "I love you Nicolette."<br /><br />"I love you too Kristopher," she cuddled up closer, moving her head to his chest. "Can we stay like this forever?"mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-82038248276934052742010-05-09T15:55:00.002-04:002010-05-09T16:00:21.660-04:00Chapter FourteenI know that it's been a while, but being in the AF is quite stressful. I hope you like the new chapter, it's kind of short, but I like it. Comments are greatly appreciated. Congratulations to Kris on his beautiful goal last night in game five against the Habs. GO PENS! <3
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<br /><u>Chapter Fourteen</u>
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<br /> "I love cooking for you," he smiled . With a kiss on the cheek he started toward the kitchen before shouting back, "What do you want to eat?"
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<br /> "Um.." Nikki said unsure. "Anything you make me I'm sure will be delicious," She said loud enough for him to hear from the kitchen before she softly said, " Just like you."
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<br /> "What was that?" He asked pulling a skillet down from the hook above the island that held the sink as well as the stove and oven.
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<br /> "Nothing," She didn't know what to think now.
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<br /> "You said I was delicious," he placed the skillet down on the stove top and started towards her.
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<br /> "No I didn't." She started to back away from the kitchen as Kris got closer. Kris nodded as if to say, 'Yes you did.' "Okay, what if I did?"
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<br /> "Well if you would have said that I was delicious then I would have said that you are the most beautiful girl that I've ever seen. And then I would do this." He had been holding her until this point but now he ran his hand along her smooth cheek before gently bringing her lips up to his. Kris' fingers were laced and his hands rested behind Nikki's neck, holding her close. Nikki ran her hands up and down Kris' back before grabbing a hold of his t-shirt in an attempt to deepen the kiss. She was successful.
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<br /> Kris was slightly taller than Nikki, okay almost an entire foot taller, so kissing while standing was do-able, but wasn't exactly comfortable. They were both obviously thinking the same thing because at the same time they started towards the couch without breaking the kiss.
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<br /> Eventually it was broken though when they had to sit down on the couch, it was only for a few, they sat down as quickly as possible and once they were both comfortable they picked up where they left off.
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<br /> Nikki moved closer and closer, soon she found herself being lifted into Kris' lap; she certainly didn't object. They had only been together for a few days, but they had been friends for eight months, and she was so comfortable with him. All that she could think about was the man that was holding her so close. She was pulled from her thoughts when Kris' tongue grazed her lower lip; it was a surprise, but definitely a good one. She parted her lips enough to capture his lower lip, nibbling on it gently as he did the same with her upper lip. A chill rolled down her spine as his tongue grazed her lip again, this time her upper lip though.
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<br /> After what seemed like forever Kris tongue finally grazed hers, she tilted her head to the right making it easier for Kris and soon their tongues were 'battling'. It didn't last super long and Kris forced himself to end the kiss. He pulled away reluctantly and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. "I'm sorry but dinner would never get made if I kept that up."
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<br /> Nikki's face still held a smile as Kris got up off the couch after picking her up off of his lap and placing her down in spot next to him. "It's fine, we'll have to do that again some time."
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<br /> Kris smiled, "So about dinner?"
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<br /> He was just making it to the kitchen when Nikki turned around on the couch to face him. "Grilled cheese?"
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<br /> "Sounds good to me, and tomato soup?"
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<br /> Somehow Nikki's smile grew wider, "With milk?"
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<br /> "Of course," he was somehow even more in love with her. "I knew I loved you for a reason."
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<br /> "Hey, I was about to say that." Nikki smiled.
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<br /> Soon dinner was finished and eaten, if was an early dinner, but that gave them more time to just sit and enjoy each others company.
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<br /> "Did you bring your skates likes I asked you to?" Kris asked the next morning at breakfast.
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<br /> "Of course."
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<br /> When breakfast ended they threw their dishes in the sink, grabbed their skates and hoodies and headed to the car. Nikki of course hadn't brought a hoodie so she had to borrow one of Kris'.
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<br /> They had great time skating and when they arrived home Nikki tried to give the hoodie back that she had taken off before they left the arena. "Keep it," Kris said handing the black hoodie back to her. It was a Foreur's hoodie, he had another one and he had thought about giving this one to her anyway.
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<br /> "Something to remember me by, who knows when we're going to see each other again after I drop you off at the airport. But I promise you, we're going to stay together no matter what. You are my girlfriend and I love you, I waited long enough to have you for myself and I'm not going to lose you, okay?" All Nikki could do was smile and nod.
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<br />mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-79505078812186599152010-03-21T20:32:00.002-04:002010-03-21T20:38:40.607-04:00Chapter Thirteen."Morning," Kris said when he felt Nikki stir.<br /><br />"Good morning Kristopher, how long have you been awake?"<br /><br />"A few minutes," he said as she sat up in bed, a smile on her face. "You're so beautiful when you sleep."<br /><br />Her smile grew, "Thank you. I only have two more days after today, what are we going to do today?"<br /><br />At this Kris began to smile. He certainly wasn't happy that she would be leaving soon, but he had an idea, not of what to do for the day but what to do at that very moment. Running his hand down her cheek drew a smile, he pressed his lips to hers and lightly ran his hand along her arm; a chill rolling down her spine. "You okay?" He asked pulling away.<br /><br />"Yeah it just tickled."<br /><br />"Ticklish are we?"<br /><br />"No." Nikki was more than just a little ticklish and even the slightest touch could get her to squirm. Once in school her friends had ganged up on her during a free period and caused her to fall out of her chair because she was laughing so hard.<br /><br />Kris was willing to find out for himself and began to tickle her stomach, this caused her to fall back to a laying position and squirm as a laugh much more than a giggle escaped her lips. He stopped for a moment to allow her to breathe normally, once she caught her breath he began again.<br /><br />"Kris please, I hate being ticklish."<br /><br />He was soon forced to stop when Nikki turned to try to get him to release her and there was a loud pop. "Oh my god, Nikki, are you okay?"<br /><br />Trying to bring herself to a sitting position she fell back as a piercing pain shot through her left shoulder.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br />Deciding that the best thing to do was to go to the hospital Kris filled a bad with ice and instructed Nikki to hold it on her shoulder until they got to the hospital. Nikki had injured her shoulder before and she knew that she had popped it out, but it had never hurt this bad. Kris had apologized at least ten times before they left the house and by the time they had made it to the hospital he had said that he was sorry close to fifty times. Each time Nikki couldn't think of what to say that would make it better, after all it was his fault but he didn't mean to do it.<br />"Kristopher, really I'll be fine you don't have to worry."<br /><br />The automatic doors opened at the emergency room and after filling out a lot of paper work they were lead to a small room and told that the doctor would be with them soon. "You would think that at the emergency room they would treat things as an emergency and actually see you."<br />Nikki laughed, she had always felt the same way.<br /><br />After a half an hour a man in a white lab coat finally entered the room. He mentioned his name but Nikki didn't care what it was, she wanted him to fix her shoulder so that the pain would go away. She had been at the hospital for close to two hours already and the pain was as great as when she had popped her shoulder out at eight that morning. "So it's your left shoulder?"<br /><br />"Yes," Nikki said aloud, but in her head she was cursing at the doctor, 'That's what I wrote on the forms isn't it? Or did I fill out ten forms for no reason?'<br /><br />"Okay, I'm going to need you to change into this gown," he said grabbing a paper gown from the white cabinet. "I'll be back in a few minutes." He placed the gown on the table that Nikki sat on and left the room.<br /><br />Kris and Nikki quickly made bets on how long the doctor would really be gone before Nikki got down from the table and Kris went to leave the room so that she could change. "You don't have to leave, it'll be like I'm wearing a bathing suit."<br /><br />Kris removed his hand from the door handle and turned back around to face her, "Are you sure?"<br /><br />"You can turn around and look at the wall if you want, just don't leave."<br /><br />Kris turned to the wall and Nikki first removed her jeans first figuring that they would cause the least amount of pain. Once they had landed on the floor she began to remove her t-shirt, cringing the whole time. When she finally had the shirt over her head she sighed, relieved that she didn't have to inflict any more pain upon herself. All the while Kris was picture how she had looked the day before when they were in the pool. This was why he didn't hear Nikki say that it was okay to turn around the first time. "Kris!"<br /><br />"Huh?"<br /><br />"I said you could turn around." He did and found Nikki struggling to get back onto the table. He helped her up and placed a kiss on her cheek.<br /><br />Almost thirty minutes after the doctor left there was a knock at the door. The door slowly opened and he peeked in before entering. "Oh, you didn't have to take your jeans off."<br />'Then why didn't you make things easier and just say, 'Take your shirt off.'?' Nikki said to herself. She jumped down off the table and pulled her jeans up and the gown down over top of them. With Kris' help she again got back on the table and stared at the doctor, waiting for him to say something.<br /><br />"Let's get your vitals and then we'll take a look at your shoulder."<br /><br />'Finally,' Nikki thought. Once her heart rate, blood pressure, and breathing were all checked she was asked to remove the gown. 'Well what was the point of putting it on in the first place?'<br /><br />She ripped the gown down the middle and Kris couldn't help but stare. The doctor took her right hand and began to move her arm, asking if it hurt. 'Of course it hurts you moron, I wouldn't be here if it didn't hurt.'<br /><br />"Well it seems as though you've dislocated your shoulder." 'No shit,' Nikki thought. "The severity though is unknown so we'll have to get you an MRI." 'Awesome, more waiting.' "It'll be an hour or two before we can fit you in, so maybe get something to eat just try to relax."<br /><br />"Thank you," she said just before he left the room.<br /><br />By this point it was already almost eleven o'clock and neither Nikki nor Kris had eaten anything all day. "I'm going to go grab us something to eat, okay?"<br /><br />Nikki nodded, when Kris left Nikki grabbed the remote and turned the small tv on. Kris returned fifteen minutes later with food that would only require one hand to eat, chicken fingers and fries.<br />It was one-fifteen when there was a knock on the door again. It had been two and a half hours since the doctor left, during that time Kris had helped Nikki back into her shirt, they had both eaten, and watched five tv shows. "I'm so sorry about it taking so long," the doctor said. 'No you're not,' Nikki thought. "Let's get you upstairs."<br /><br />Nikki hopped off the table again and was lead to the room where she would finally get her MRI. The MRI itself didn't take long and once she was done Nikki was sent back downstairs to the room she had been sitting in all day.<br /><br />Finally, an hour after walking back down to her room it was almost three o'clock, she had spent her entire day in the hospital, and there was another knock on the door. "Well I'm sure you'll be glad to know that sugery will not be required to repair it." Nikki smiled at this but was upset because she could have just popped it back in herself that morning and not had to spend her day being irritated with doctors and watching French TV. "This is going to hurt, but once it's back in all the pain will go away." The doctor grabbed her arm and just as easily as her shoulder had come out it went back in. "You'll have to be care, the next time it comes out it could require surgery."<br /><br />"Thank you," was all that Nikki said. She was told that she was free to go and with that she jumped down off the table one last time, grabbed Kris' hand and they left the hospital.<br /><br />"So much for me making dinner tonight," she said once they arrived back at Kris' house.<br /><br />"It's fine baby. Je regret."<br /><br />"Kris, really it's fine. But did I ever tell you that I hate doctors?"<br /><br />"No, but I could figure it out after today. Now go sit down in the living room and I'll make dinner, d'ccord?'<br /><br />"Oui mon amour."mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-5007518510313899362010-03-11T19:59:00.003-05:002010-03-11T21:54:26.679-05:00Chapter TwelveI'm sorry if there are any major spelling or grammatical errors, some one had to sent this to me because my Mircosoft Word trial ran out. I hope that you all enjoy it, comments are greatly appreciated, and GO PENS!<br /><br /><br /><u>Chapter Twelve</u><br /><br />After Kris left the room Nikki found her bathing suit, changed and made her way to the kitchen to wait for Kris to reappear. “Ready baby?” he asked placing his arm around her waist and then kissed her check.<br /><br />“Yes but I have a question for you.” Kris nodded as if to say, ‘Go ahead.’ “What happened to the shy Kris? Don’t get me wrong, I love you no matter what, but, I don’t know, you used to be so shy.”<br /><br />“I think it’s just, I’m comfortable with you and now that we’re together I don’t have to always be thinking about how to not let it slip when I’m talking to you that I love you.”<br /><br />“Oh Kristopher,” she smiled. She turned to face him, he was smiling too and something pulled them together.<br /><br />When they pulled away both Nikki and Kris still sported smiles. “Okay baby let’s get going,” he took her hand and helped her down from the stool. Nikki grabbed her bag from the counter and followed Kris to the car. Kris opened the door for her to get into the black BMW and before he closed the door he placed a kiss on her lips. The brief kiss made them both smile and when it ended Nikki unconsciously licked her lower lip.<br /><br />Twenty minutes after they left Kris’ house they arrived at a cute little house and as they pulled into the driveway Nikki saw a sign that read, ‘Les Letangs.’ She guessed that it was his parent’s house and would have loved to have grown up in a place like that. Kris helped her out of the car and pulled her into a hug. “J’amour, petit ami.”<br /><br />“Et tu.”<br /><br />Releasing her from his grasp he took her hand and led her down a small path to a white fence. He attempted to open the gate with his right hand and failed. Nikki smiled and slid her hand from his, “Here baby.” He successfully opened it with his left hand, took Nikki’s hand back in his, and led her into the beautiful backyard. There was a good sized in ground pool and patio, Kris told Nikki to make herself comfortable while he grabbed a few things from inside.<br /><br />He walked around to the front of the house and knocked on the door. “Kristopher?”<br /><br />“Bonjour maman,” he smiled. Kris informed her of what all was going on and told her that they would stay out of the house as much as they could. “Bonjour belle,” he said walking up behind Nikki who had taken her shoes off and put her feet in the cool, clear water.<br /><br />“Bonjour.”<br /><br />“Ready to swim?”<br /><br />"Mhm," she said getting up from the side of the pool to remove her t-shirt and shorts. Kris threw his t-shirt onto the table and turned to see Nikki wearing a black bathing suit. His breath caught and he couldn't help but stare. "You okay, Kris?"<br /><br />"Fine," he brought himself to say and began to walk towards her. "You're just so beautiful." He ran his hand along her cheek before kissing her. He pulled away with a mischievous smile. He picked her up into his arms and tossed her into the water behind her.<br /><br />After resurfacing Nikki looked upset, “What the hell Kris.” Kris was now worried, had he really upset her, all he had done was pushed her into the pool. She made her way to the wall, pulled herself up and got out of the pool. As she walked towards him he began to back up. “I’m sorry baby.”<br /><br />“Oh you’re gonna be sorry, don’t you worry.” She got him to begin backing up towards the pool, without lifting a finger she sent him into the water with a splash. She sat down on the side and waited for him to come up out of the water. “We’re even now,” she smiled.<br /><br />He ran a hand through his hair which made Nikki smile. After walking towards her he wrapped an arm around her so that he could bring her into the water with him. He separated her knees and positioned himself between them, she wrapped her legs around his waist and the next thing she knew she was in the pool and Kris’ lips were pressed against hers. “I love you.”<br /><br />“You have no idea how much I love you Nicolette, thank you for coming to Montreal.”<br /><br />“Thank you for letting me come to Montreal.”<br /><br />A few more kisses were shared and water splashed before they got out and wrapped in towels they sat down on the swing. Nikki laced her fingers with Kris’ and rested her head on his shoulder as they sat and talked for awhile. The sun was warm and quickly dried them. Nikki couldn’t think of a better way to spend her day than in the sun with the man she loved.<br /><br />"I'm gonna go get changed, okay baby?"<br /><br />Kris nodded and told her how to get to the bathroom once she walked in the house.<br /><br />"I'll meet you back out here," she kissed his cheek.<br />"I'll be waiting."<br /><br />Once inside she found her way to the bathroom where she changed and fixed her hair, it was getting frizzy, something that always happened. Once she looked presentable, although she was sure that however she looked, even if she walked out in a pair of sweats Kris would tell her that she looked beautiful. She thought the same of him though, he could roll out of bed with his hair a mess, or just play a game and be covered in sweat and she could still think that he was gorgeous.<br />The door to the backyard was in the kitchen but before she could get to that door she ran into a women who stood at the stove making something that smelled delicious. "You must be Nikki," she said with a smile. "Kris talks about you all the time." This made Nikki smile, did he really talk about her all the time. In the back of her mind though she was a bit worried, what all did he say about her. She didn't think that Kris would say anything bad about her, but there was no why for her to be sure. "Nothing bad, dear. He loves you very much."<br /><br />Her facial expression had obviously changed to that of worry, but when she was assured that nothing bad had been said to the mother of the man she loved with all of her heart she smiled again, and looked quite relieved. "Good, I love him too, very much." They talked for a bit, Mrs. Letang mostly telling stories of when Kris was younger; how adorable he was when he started playing hockey, how she had put a picture of the Stanley Cup in his crib, and how he had always been and still has determined to make a career in the NHL.<br /><br />Nikki told a little about herself but there wasn't much that Mrs. Letang didn't already know, Kris really had talked about her all the time. It had been close to twenty minutes when Kris gave up waiting patiently outside. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tried to fix his hair. He ran his hand through it one last time as he opened the sliding door and stepped into the kitchen where he found his mother and his beloved. They were deep in conversation and didn't hear the door open or close. He cleared his throat and they both looked up. "Oh Kristopher," his mother said.<br /><br />"I see you've met Nikki." Both Nikki and Kris' mom nodded.<br /><br />"Sorry I left you out there baby," Nikki said getting up.<br /><br />"It's fine baby, it gave me time to think about how beautiful you are," He wrapped his arms around her waist and gently kissed her lips, his mother looked on with a smile. The kiss was short and when it ended Kris turned Nikki away from him, his arms still around her, and placed a kiss on top of her head.<br /><br />"I'll leave you two alone, help yourself to the fridge," she smiled and left the room.<br /><br />"You hungry?"<br /><br />"Always," she smiled. "Are you cooking?" "Well I actually have a few things ready already, hope that's okay." She nodded and Kris released her, taking her hand and leading her outside. In the grass was a blanket with a picnic basket, something he has obviously set up while she was inside changing.<br /><br />Once they sat down across from each other Kris began to removed the contents from the basket and place them on the blanket between them. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, strawberries, and sparkling grape juice. Once they had both eaten their fill everything was placed back into the basket, the basket moved off to the side, and the couple moved closer together. Kris lay down on his back and Nikki rested her head on his chest. "Thank you Kris."<br /><br />"You're welcome love." They spent a while longer at Kris' parent’s house, all of their time spent outside. After about an hour on the picnic blanket they moved to the swing and sat hand in hand with Nikki's head resting on Kris' shoulder. "You ready to go home?" He asked around five o'clock.<br /><br />"Sure, I don't want you to let me go though."<br /><br />"As soon as we get home, well no, after dinner I'm all yours promise." Nikki liked the sound off that and let him release her hand from his. The ride home was short and Kris went straight to the kitchen where he prepared dinner, Nikki went to her room to check her phone that she had accidentally left there that morning. She was glad that she had left it there; she enjoyed her distraction less afternoon. She had a few texts all of which were asking what she was up to. She responded, 'Spending time with Kris.' To all of them. It was only after she had sent the texts and left the room that she realized she hadn't told any of her friends that she and Kris were dating. It could wait a bit longer; after all he was waiting for her in the kitchen.<br /><br />Dinner was kept simple that night, chicken salad and rolls. They ate at the island in the kitchen, and as always Kris's cooking was amazing. The home made lemonade was quite good as well. "You always cook for me, tomorrow I'm gonna cook for you, okay?"<br /><br />"Really baby I don't mind, but if you want to make dinner that's fine." He smiled and kissed her cheek. Nikki went to the living room and Kris quickly washed the dishes. "Now I'm all yours," he said placing his hands on her shoulders from behind the couch.<br /><br />Nikki smiled; she took his hand and brought him to the front of the couch. He sat down on her lap and laughed. "Um," was all that Nikki said.<br /><br />"Sorry baby," he moved from her lap to next to her on the couch and kissed her cheek. "So I'm yours for the rest of the night, what are we going to do?"<br /><br />"I was thinking massage and then you could hold me for the rest of the night."<br /><br />"Works for me."<br /><br />"Really, most of the time people will only give me a massage if I give them one back."<br /><br />"Turn around." She did as he said and he massaged her back for at least ten minutes before he gave up due to thumb cramps. "Thank you baby," she smiled.<br /><br />"Lay down." She lay down with her head on the arm of the couch and Kris' arms wrapped around her. He turned the TV on and they sat enjoying some show, neither of them really paid full attention to it. At around nine-thirty Kris thought that something on the show was funny and when he looked down to see why Nikki wasn't laughing he saw that she was sleeping soundly in his arms. He smiled, she was so beautiful. He decided that he could go to bed early tonight, swimming did take a lot out of him. He turned the TV off, placed the remote on the coffee table and carrying Nikki bridal style made his way to the bedroom. He lay her down on the bed and got in next to her before kissing her cheek and whispering, "Goodnight Nicolette, I love you." To his surprise she didn't wake up. He wrapped his arms around her and he too was soon fast asleep.mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-84545122732068297512010-02-05T22:17:00.002-05:002010-02-05T22:22:24.772-05:00Chapter ElevenHey everyone! I have finally returned to a somewhat normal life. I'm currently at tech school, still in Texas and will be here until June. I don't have any of my notebooks with me, yet. As soon as they get here I will be updating all of my stories. However while I was at basic training I got bored and wrote a least a scene for all three of my stories. This one however I wrote enough for it to be considered a chapter so here it goes... I hope you all enjoy, comments are greatly apprecitate and most importantly... GO PENS ♥<br /><br /><br /><u>Chapter Eleven</u><br /><br />“Bon huit Kristopher.”<br /><br />“Bon huit Nicolette,” he kissed her cheek and let go f her small hand before they went their separate ways to their bedrooms. He stripped down to his boxers before crawling into bed. He turned the lamp off and attempted to fall asleep, but he felt as if something was missing. Staring off at the ceiling he thought of how much he loved the girl who was across the hall. He wanted to have her in his arms, to kiss her lips again. He had dreamt about them being together for so long and now that they were together he couldn’t believe it, he needed time for it to sink in.<br /><br />Nikki was feeling the same way, she wished that Kris had said something sooner, but all that mattered was they were together now. She also lie in bed staring at the ceiling, wishing that she was in Kris’ arms. She didn’t want to push anything, but after twenty minutes she knew that it was worth a try, it was the only way that she was going to fall asleep. Rolling out of bed she walked to Kris’ room across the hall and quietly opened the door. “Kristopher,” she said quietly.<br /><br />“Oui?”<br /><br />“This may be weird, but can I sleep in here with you?” She asked weakly.<br /><br />“Oui,” a smile appeared as he said this. Nikki stood in the doorway a moment more, unsure if she had heard him correctly. “Nicolette?”<br /><br />“Je regret, I wasn’t sure if I heard you correctly.” She stepped into the room and closed the door before getting into bed next to him, awkwardly.<br /><br /> A few seconds passed before they moved closer and Kris wrapped his arm around her. “I love you Nicolette,” he said and kissed her cheek.<br /><br /> “I love you too,” she smiled and soon they were both fast asleep.<br /> <br /><div align="center">***</div><br /> The next morning Nikki opened her eyes, unsure of where she was. She didn’t recognize the room but when she felt that there was a set of arms holding her close she knew exactly where she was. “Good morning Nicolette,” Kris whispered, his breath tickled her ear. His accent sent a chill down her spine. “You okay?” He pulled her closer.<br /><br /> “I’m fine; it’s just your accent.”<br /><br /> “Ah, is it okay if we just lay here for a while?”<br /><br /> “Mhm,” she ran her hand along his Kris’ arm until she found his hand and laced her fingers with his.<br /><br /> Sleep soon found both of them again and when they awoke for the second time that morning Nikki turned to face Kris and stared into his chocolate brown eyes. “I love you,” he said before placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.<br /><br /> “I love you too Kristopher, how long have you liked me?”<br /><br /> “How long have you liked me?”<br /><br /> “I asked you first,” she smiled.<br /><br /> “I’ve liked you since we met in the Marriott. Luc kept telling me to ask you out because he knew how much I liked you, but I didn’t want to risk messing up our friendship.”<br /><br /> “Aw. I’ve liked you since I saw you at training camp but that was just, ‘wow he’s really attractive’. After we met and started talking, well you know what I mean.”<br /><br /> He said nothing more; he only stared into her ice blue eyes and smiled. They sat in silence for a while but the moment was ruined when Nikki’s stomach growled. “Hungry babe?”<br /><br /> “Mhm, is my amazingly talented boyfriend going to make me something to eat?”<br /><br />“Of course I will,” he tried to loosen his grip on her but Nikki wouldn’t let go of his hand. “I have to get out of bed to make breakfast sweetheart.”<br /><br /> “I don’t want you to though.”<br /><br /> Kris smiled, placed a kiss on her lips and when he pulled away he rolled out of bed. “Stay here and I’ll be back soon.” One last kiss was placed on Nikki’s cheek before Kris threw on a t-shirt and left for the kitchen.<br /><br /> Nikki sat up in bed for a few seconds before falling back against the pillows. She took in Kris’ scent and smiled, the fact that this wasn’t all a dream made Nikki incredibly happy. When she had woken up that morning she had thought that she was still in Pittsburgh. Kris had given her the perfect birthday present. Already this trip was better than she had imagined it could be. Soon she was pulled from her thoughts when the smell of pancakes seeped into the bedroom. It drew her from the bed and led her to the kitchen. She walked up behind Kris and couldn’t help but stare, she was so in love with him.<br /><br /> “I thought I told you to stay in bed,” he said without turning to face her.<br /><br /> “Sorry it just, well the food smelt so good.”<br /><br /> “It’s okay baby, what do you want to do today?”<br /><br /> “Doesn’t matter as long as I’m with you,” she smiled. Kris still hadn’t turned to face her but she could tell that he was smiling. “What do you want to do?”<br /><br /> “Hold you in my arms,” at this he finally turned towards her. “Is that okay?”<br /><br /> “Sounds perfect,” a crocked smile appeared, this only happened when she was truly happy about something.<br /><br /> After breakfast Kris threw on a pair of shorts and Nikki changed into a pair of shorts of her own and another Pens tee. While she was changing there was a knock on the door. “Oui?”<br /> “Can I come in?”<br /><br /> “Oui.” The door knob turned and Kris walked in wearing black soccer shorts, a tight red t-shirt that accented his toned body, and black flip flops. Nikki couldn’t help but stare at the man she loved. “What’s up?”<br /><br /> “Would you want to go swimming? You brought a bathing suit, right?”<br /><br /> “Yes and yes,” she smiled. “Any excuse to see my man shirtless.”<br /><br /> Kris smiled, “Okay I’ll get a few things ready and we’ll spend the day at the pool.”mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-88681426219406646682009-11-08T18:33:00.004-05:002009-11-08T22:19:52.572-05:00Chapter Ten<i>Hey guys,
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<br />I'm sad to say that this will be my last update for a while. I'm leaving next week for U.S. Air Force basic training which means that I will be unable to get to a computer for eight and a half weeks. I know this seems like forever for you guys but just think how ling it's going to be for me; waking up a four am everyday, doing countless push-ups, sit-ups, running mile after mile. The next time that I will be able to update will be once I get to technical school, but the exact that that I can update is unknown. I hope that you can all bare with me, your support is greatly appreciated and expect an update in either late January or early February.
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<br />Thank you all so much,
<br />Miriya. </i>
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<br /><u>Chapter Ten</u>
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Bonjour Nicolette."</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"You're picking me up from the airport tomorrow, right?"</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"No I'm going to make you walk to my house," he said in a joking tone. "Of course I will be there to pick my best friend up."</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Bon, I'm excited to be coming back to Canada, especially Montreal. I loved Val-d'Or but as you know I'm a city girl."</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>The conversation went on for a while before Nikki decided that going to bed was the best idea, she wanted to be rested for the next day and when she saw her young Canadian friend. In Canada Kris was talking to Luc. "She's coming back to Canada to spend another week with you, and this time it's just you, I think it's safe to say that this girl has a thing for you."</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"I don't know," he continued in French. "What happens if I don't make the big squad this year and I don't get to see her?"</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Don't be so negative. We're both going to make the NHL and you're going to be happy with a beautiful girl, okay?"</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Oui, merci."</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>The next morning Nikki awoke to the sound of the alarm clock on her phone and quickly got ready. She threw on a pair of jeans, a Pens' t-shirt and converse before eating a bowl of cereal. Throwing her bag in the trunk she waited for her mom in the passenger seat of the car and soon they were off to the airport. Arriving at the airport she said good-bye to her mother before checking her bag and making her way through security. Once she found her gate she sat down and awaited the boarding call for her flight. <span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>When it finally came she found her seat and again didn't pay any attention to the safety instructions. Once the plane took off for Montreal she pulled her wallet from her pocket and from the wallet she took her favorite picture. As she looked at it she let her mind wander back to that day, the three of them happy and spending time together. She missed both Kris and Luc but on this trip she would only be seeing Kris. This was perfectly okay with her, spending time with the man who she found she falling for more and more every day. Staring at the picture she wished that Kris shared the same feelings she did, if only she knew.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Upon landing in Montreal she made her way to baggage claim in search of her bag and her best friend. After pulling her bag form the belt she was off in search of the reason she was back in Canada. It took less than a minute of searching to find him, standing about twenty feet from her was the attractive French-Canadian she had come to know and love. As she found him he was running his fingers through his hair sending a chill through Nikki's body, oh how she had missed that.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>There eyes met and they started towards each other. When they were within five feet of each other Nikki dropped her bag and ran towards him, jumping into his arms. Thank God he was a hockey player and was used to things like this. Once she was in his arms she took in the scent that she had missed so much over the past five months; she had missed everything about this man. "I missed you Kristopher," she said while still in his arms. She didn't want to let go and apparently neither did he.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>When he did place her back on the ground though he took her hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a gentle kiss. "I missed you too, Nicolette."
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>They both agreed that they had spent enough time in the airport and they should start off towards Kris' house. Learning her lesson the first time she had come to visit Kris, Nikki didn't argue when Kris tried to carry her bag for her.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>A twenty minute drive was all it took for them to find themselves at Kris' house, a cute little house. Kris grabbed Nikki's bag from the trunk of the car and lead her to the room where she would be staying. It was not much bigger than the room she had had in Val-d'Or but it had a different feel to it. "Want to see my room?" Kris asked.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Of course," Nikki smiled. She had things to add to this sentence but she chose to keep them inside, a wise choice. <span style=""> </span>The room was a bit larger than the one that she would be staying in. A queen size bed sat against one wall and a dresser along the other. On the night stand by the bed sat the picture of Nikki and Kris, part of him hoped that she would see it while another hoped that she didn't. The walls were bare except for a picture of a hockey team that Nikki recognized by their jerseys, the Val-d'Or Foreurs. The walls along with the comforter on the bed were a light blue.<span style=""> </span>The light hard wood floor lay under a simple rug. The bed, the dresser, and the night stand were all a dark wood, contrasting with the light tone of the rest of the room. Two windows next to the bed light up the room and Nikki could imagine that this sometimes annoyed Kris.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Not much, are you hungry?" It was around one o'clock and Kris knew that flying always made him hungry.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Mhm," she said with a nod. "Are you cooking?"</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Not lunch, but I'll make you dinner," he smiled. "Let's go out and I'll show you around town."</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>That's exactly what they did; a small café was where they enjoyed a small lunch before Kris showed Nikki a few parts of town. "It's a lot more beautiful at night," he said as they looked towards the city.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"It's still pretty beautiful," Nikki smiled, she was talking about the city but also they man who she was with.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>After a brief tour of the town they found themselves back at Kris' house where he went straight to the kitchen and Nikki attempted to help but was soon told to make herself comfortable in the living room.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Soon the smell of food drifted into the living room, catching Nikki's attention and drawing her to the kitchen. A smile came to Kris' face when she entered the room, he was facing away from the doorway but could sense when she stepped through the threshold. "Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes."</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Ten minutes later Kris was placing the last dish on the table and sitting down across from Nikki. Throughout dinner they talked about everything from Pittsburgh to Luc and his girlfriend. Kris had also made cupcakes for Nikki's birthday.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>After a delicious meal Nikki returned to the living room after being assured that Kris could handle the dishes himself. She sat down on the couch and made herself at home, turning the TV on and trying her best to understand the French being spoken. She shut the TV off though when she heard the water in the kitchen shut. Kris sat down on the couch next to her, but keeping enough space so that it wasn't awkward. "Nikki," Kris said nervously.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Kris," she said with a smile turning to face him.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair before speaking. "Okay I don't want to make the rest of your trip awkward and it will be awkward if you say no. And I'm sorry if I make everything awkward but Luc said that I should do it."
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>'Rambling about making things awkward is definitely the way to go Kris, good job,' he thought to himself during the brief pause. He mentally hit himself on the back of the head when Nikki spoke.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Kris," she said placing a hand on his, sending a chill through both of their bodies which they each tried to hide and ignore. She tried not to giggle at his rambling, it was cute she thought. Trying to keep her voice steady she spoke more softly than normal saying, "Kris what are you trying to say?"</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>The smile on her face was all that made him continue, this time more slowly than the last time he spoke, but still on the side of rambling than calm speech. "Seeing you again made me realize something. I really, really liked you but now I'm pretty sure that I love you. I guess what I'm trying to say is --"
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Yes Kris I will go out with you," she said cutting him off. She leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek, she wanted so much more, to feel his lips pressed against hers like in her dreams, but for now she would take what she could get. "I'm pretty sure that I love you too."</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Kris sighed, relieved that that was all over. Nikki who seemed confident on the outside was just as nervous as Kris was on the inside. She inched closer to him and after a few minutes she found their legs touching. He put his arm around her hoping that she wouldn't push him away. He was again relieved when she rested her head against his chest, something that she had wanted to do for months. "I guess it's a happy birthday for you then?"</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"I don't think anything could make it better," she said lifting her head and looking into his dark brown eyes.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Even this?" He asked before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. It was exactly how both of them had dreamt it would be, possibly even better. His lips were soft and tasted of the cupcakes they had had following dinner. Hers were the same against his and even though the kiss only lasted a few brief seconds it told them both what they need to know; they really did love one another.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>"Okay I lied, that made it better." She rested her head back against his chest after placing a kiss on his cheek. They both smiled, they had waited so long for this moment. Spending times with Kris would have been enough for her but she definitely would not complain about what had happened. She felt safe in his arms and the kiss certainly didn't hurt. She let her right hand lay on her thigh and hoped that Kris would take notice. Soon enough he did and hesitantly he placed his hand over hers and laced their fingers. Nikki gently squeezed his hand to let him know that it was okay and they spend the next few hours just sitting in each others arms and watching something on TV. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p>
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<br />mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-85391312209096338332009-11-01T20:32:00.000-05:002009-11-01T20:33:23.440-05:00Chapter NineShe rolled out of bed and got ready as usual, this would be the last time she had to do this. Pulling her hat onto her head and her bag over her shoulder she made her way to the bus stop. As usual the bus was crowded and Nikki stood at the front of the bus as she did everyday. When the bell rang sending students to class all that the seniors could talk about was how this was their last day of hell; the last class high school class they would have to attend, the last high school exam they would have to endure.<br /><br /> Nikki's last exam was Bio II, she felt like neither teacher had taught her anything, that all of the learning in this class was student based. The tests had been written by the same company that wrote the text books but the tests were awkwardly worded and therefore difficult to pass. For this exam however everyone felt prepared, the teacher had told them every question that would be on the exam.<br /><br /> Sitting down next to her good friend Shelby one last time Nikki smiled, that is until she was told to stop talking and the exam was passed around the room. "You have one hour, you may begin."<br /><br /> Twenty-five minutes passed and Nikki put her pencil down, satisfied with her answers she turned the test in to her teacher and sat back down. Taking a notebook from her bag she began to doodle, mostly writing Kris' name. When the bell finally rang all of the seniors ran to the auditorium for graduation rehearsal. Rehearsal dragged on until finally they were set free. Before they were permitted to leave however everyone had to stop at the guidance counselor to make sure that he had the correct school for them. "RMU," Nikki said when it was her turn; the school she had worked so hard to get in to.<br /><br /> AS she waited for her friends to make it through the line she made her final decision, she would go to the luncheon. Food was food, she wasn't paying for it and she had plenty of time to kill before the game that night. The only problem was that after eating and spending some time with friends she didn't feel like waiting for a bus and no one would give her a ride to her bus stop back at school so she had to walk twenty blocks alone.<br /><br /> While walking through the not so great part of town Nikki pulled out her phone and began to text Kris, something he hadn't done a lot of that day. 'Tiens,' she wrote unable to think of anything important to say.<br /><br /> 'Tiens, ca va?'<br /><br /> 'Comme ci, comme ca, et tu?'<br /><br /> 'Bien. =]'<br /><br /> This conversation was going no where and fast so Nikki began to tell him about her day and soon she had made it to her bus stop. They continued to text all day, Nikki saying how much she missed Canada but never saying that she missed Kris until he let it slip first. 'I miss you Nicolette.'<br /><br /> 'I miss you too Kristopher, but I get to see you in less than two weeks. =]'<br /><br /> Kris sat at home in Montreal and smiled when he read this. Maybe there was some hope, Luc was always trying to convince him to ask her out but what was the point he was almost positive that she would say no. They were such great friends and he didn't want to risk screwing that up.<br /><br /> That night Nikki sat down to watch game five of the Stanley Cup Finals with Kris. Well they were both watching the game while texting each other. When the final buzzer rang and the scoreboard read Ducks six, Senators two Nikki was quite excited. The Ducks had just won the Stanley Cup. While watching the post game festivities as she did every year Nikki continued to talk to Kris, they had talked non-stop all day. 'I'm so glad someone finally beat those guys. =]'<br /><br /> 'Yeah, what are you doing tomorrow since you don't have school?'<br /><br /> 'No idea, look how happy those guys are.' She couldn't help but smile as all of the Ducks skated around the ice with wide smiles on their faces, some had even shed a few tears of joy.<br /><br /> 'I'm going to lift that someday,' Kris said. As he wrote this he thought of how great it would be to win the ultimate prize, to lift Lord Stanley's Cup. Before he could even come close though he had to make the NHL, something he hoped that he could do this coming season.<br /><br /> Nikki also admired the Cup, it was so beautiful. It had been fifteen years since the Penguins last won it and although she had watched it she was only two at the time so she didn't remember it. She wanted so badly for her team to win it again, to see her team's captain Sidney Crosby hoist it over his head.<br /><br /> It had been a long day so at around midnight when Nikki was struggling to keep her eyes open she told Kris goodnight. They had talked for over ten hours and hadn't run out of things to talk about. 'Why is he so perfect?' Nikki asked herself as she flopped into bed. She ran her finger over him in the picture she kept by her bed, a copy of the one she kept in her wallet. She found herself asking this question quite frequently, mostly of herself and when she needed cheering up she pulled the original picture from her wallet. That normally brought a smile to her face no matter what the situation was. "I love you Kristopher."<br /><br /> While her thoughts of being with him back in Canada turned to dreams Kris' thoughts were much of the same. He had his copy of the picture in a frame on his night stand. After sending a final text that said goodnight he stared at his phone background for a while, it was also Nikki's picture. He had really fallen for her since their first meeting back in October. Was it love though?<br /><br /> He found himself thinking about her all of the time. Every time he talked to Luc, which wasn't as often as during the season when they lived together, but they still texted, Nikki was brought into conversation. Luc still talked to her, no where near as much as Kris did, but they had remained friends. Nikki wouldn't tell Luc anything about her feelings for Kris and Kris made Luc swear that he wouldn't tell Nikki how much Kris liked her.<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br /> Nikki mostly sat around the house for the next few days, she had a babysitting job lined up for the summer before she headed off to college but that didn't start for a few weeks.<br /><br /> Graduation quickly approached and she couldn't have been more excited to never have to deal with that school again. It had been a long four years and when Saturday the ninth came Nikki began to get showered and dressed up around ten o'clock. She decided to let her hair air dry and ran some mousse through it so that it wouldn't frizz. Leaving her hair down she pulled her new dress from the closet and slipped it over her head. Adjusting it so that it didn't bunch she then fixed her hair.<br /><br /> Cassie took a picture to send to Kris just to get his opinion. The dress was a dark shade of blue, sleeveless and knee length. It was the perfect dress for her, showing just enough cleavage to draw attention but it also covered her enough so that the rest was left to the imagination. This was what drew Kris' attention when the picture arrived on his phone. That along with her smile left him breathless. He sat down on the couch to catch his breath and this only proved further that he had it bad for this girl. 'You look absolutely amazing,' he though, however that's not what he texted back. 'You look excited =].' He typed before pressing send. If only he could be there and see her in person, he missed her; after all it had been over five months since he had seen her. The next week could not go by fast enough; he couldn’t wait until she was back in Canada with him.<br /><br /> Back in Pittsburgh once the ceremony started it only lasted an hour and Nikki was finally done with CAPA, for good.mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-86183110211038785902009-10-12T12:21:00.002-04:002009-10-12T12:24:45.293-04:00Chapter Eight“I miss him already,” Nikki said to herself when she sat down on the plane just an hour after leaving his arm. She pulled the picture from her wallet and got lost in Kris’ beautiful brown eyes. That is until the captain’s voice was heard over the loud speaker, pulling her from her thoughts.<br />“You okay?” Luc asked when they made it back to the car.<br /><br />“What makes you think that I wouldn’t be?” He looked down at his cell phone as if wanting for her to text even though he knew that she couldn’t.<br /><br />“Dude she just let and you look like you had your heart ripped out.”<br /><br />“I miss her.”<br /><br />Two hours after taking off in Montreal Nikki was walking from her gate to baggage claim and pulling her cell phone from her pocket. Kris and Luc were about half way home and in mind conversation when Kris was startled by the ringtone she had for Nikki. “Hello,” he said, more excitedly that he had intended to.<br /><br />“Bonjour Kristopher, I’m in Pittsburgh.” Nikki found her bag and soon found her mom’s car, talking to Kris the entire time, occasionally Luc said a thing or two.<br /><br />Arriving home Nikki threw her bag on the floor and fell into bed. She had missed it but she knew that waking up in Pittsburgh would not be the same a waking up in Val-d’Or. There was one thing that she would miss the most though, and that was the man she was still talking to.<br /><br />The next morning Nikki sat down at her computer and opened her Gmail account. In the ‘to’ line she wrote Kris' e-mail address and sat back; thinking about what she wanted to write.<br /><br /><em>Kristopher,<br />First of all I want to thank you for letting me come stay with you, you have no idea how much it meant to me. I'm so glad that I got to met Luc, he's a great guy. =] I hope that I can see you guys again, maybe I can come up again this summer? We'll talk about it at some point I'm sure. I miss Canada, of course there's snow here but it's not the same as snow in Canada. Maybe it's the fact that I miss you, that might be it. </em><br /><br /><em>Well I should get going; I haven't really spent much time with my friends here lately, mostly because I was in Canada for a week. I'm pretty sure that I told you all of this at some point last night, there's one thing though that I didn't tell you.... </em><br /><br /><em>I love you Kristopher.</em><br /><br />She had never intended to send this e-mail and after writing that she loved him, which may or may not have been true, she deleted it all and walked away from her computer.<br /><br />“Kristopher!” Nikki said excitedly when she answered the phone. It was now April and time for the playoffs to start; junior, minor, and NHL. The Penguins were set to take on the Ottawa Senators, the entire city was energized, it was their first playoff appearance since 2001. The Baby Penguins were ready to take on the Norfolk Admirals and the Foreurs would face-off against the Lewiston MAINEiacs.<br /><br />“Bonjour Nicolette.”<br /><br />“Are you ready for your game tonight? I wish I could be there to watch.”<br /><br />“I think we’re ready, how do your boys look? You guys are playing the Sens right?”<br /><br />“Mhm, it feels so good to be back in the playoffs,” Nikki smiled, after all it had been five years.<br />“The city is going crazy.”<br /><br />The Foreurs and the Penguins were not as ready as they thought they were, the Penguins fell to the Sens in five games and the Foreurs were swept by the MAINEiacs. The Wilkes-Barre Baby Penguins however fared better than Nikki’s other two teams; defeating the Admiral in six games and moving on to take on the Hersey Bears.<br /><br />Nikki was sitting in choir when her phone buzzed in her pocket. This class was the absolute hardest to text in, she always managed to get away with it but the way that the room was set up the teacher, who stood in the middle of the room, could see everyone and what they were doing. Slyly removing her phone from her pocket she saw that she had a text from Kris, since she had been relatively happy that day she didn’t have to worry about keeping a smile from her face, she already wore one. ‘Guess who’ going to WBS?’<br /><br />Now she had to hold back her emotion, to remember that she was in the middle of class and that if she got too excited she would have her phone taken. ‘Kris that’s great! I wish that I could come see you but I have so much going on here and there’s no way that my mom would let me go alone.’ She typed quickly and shoved her phone into her pocket.<br /><br />Nikki’s phone buzzed again but for some reason her teacher was now working with her side of the room so she had to wait until the end of the day. When the final bell rang she briskly walked to her locker and by the time she remembered that she had a text she had walked out of school and half way down the street. ‘I wish I could come to Pittsburgh, I miss it.’<br /><br />‘And I miss you,’ Nikki thought.<br /><br />Kris only played one game in Wilkes-Barre but in that game he assisted on a goal. His time there was short lived as the Baby Penguins, just like Nikki’s other two teams, were pushed from the playoff rush they were beaten by the Bears in seven games. “Tiens,” Kris said after falling in game seven.<br /><br />“Bonjour Kristopher, je regret.” She had no more teams to cheer for. The Senators were still in the playoff race and she hoped more than anything that they didn’t win.<br /><br />“It’s fine, back to Canada now. I wish that I could come to Pittsburgh for a few days but I have to go to some awards show.”<br /><br />“It’s okay, we’re gonna try to hang out at least once this summer, right?”<br /><br />They talked for about an hour before Nikki went to bed, she has school the next day.<br /><div align="left"><br />April ended, all of May past, and June began. Nikki was almost done with school which meant she would soon be graduating and she couldn’t be happier. The playoffs were also drawing to an end and it was down to the Ottawa Senators and the Anaheim Ducks. Game five was set to take place on Wednesday, June, sixth, Nikki’s last day of school. The Ducks were leading the series three games to one and Nikki hoped that they would be the team to win.<br /><br /> ***<br /><br />He pushed her against wall and his lips crashed down on hers for a rough, passionate kiss. Nikki had no idea what she had been thinking about, her train of thought stopped completely for a moment When she began to be able to think again all she could do was try to wrap her brain around what was going on. His lips were soft against hers, as were hers against his. As much as he wanted to kiss her gently, to place soft kisses along her jaw-line before moving onto her neck, there was so much emotion on both sides of the kiss that it forged their lips together. Kris and Nikki had both wanted this for so long that they would take what they could get and worry about taking their time later.<br /><br />His hands were on either side of her, pressed against the wall holding himself far enough away from her. She was still shocked but her hands no longer cling to his tight black t-shirt but ran up his chest, taking in how muscular he was, around to the back of his neck and as she had wanted to since they day she met him in the Marriott her hands ran through his soft brown hair. As each strand slipped through her fingers more of her weight was pushed against the wall as her knees began to grow weak and she was unable to stand on her own two feet.<br /><br />Kris brought one arm behind her, helping her to keep her balance. Neither of the two wanted it to end. His lips felt so right against hers, as did his body, he had brought her closer, needing to be near her. The kiss was so intoxicating that, as was the softness of his hair, the overall rightness of the situation made Nikki feel as though she was in heaven, or maybe just dreaming.<br /><br />Just as she was about to pull away to say that she loved the man who held her so close, so lovingly, a buzz pulled her from her sleep. The smile that had moments earlier lie on her lips was now replaced by a look of disbelief. She knew that that would never happen especially not under those circumstances, but she could hope and she could certainly dream. She still clung to her teddy bear in hopes that she would drift back to sleep and that the dream would return, but she had no such luck. Her phone buzzed again, it was time to get up for school, her last day of high school. </div>mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-3485627068515938282009-10-04T23:14:00.001-04:002009-10-04T23:14:49.905-04:00Stanley Cup Champions 2009Just a little video that I made...<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EDpxU4GYws&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EDpxU4GYws&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-89228046570667283412009-10-04T16:48:00.000-04:002009-10-04T16:49:32.359-04:00Yet another one shot....Hey guys I don't know how many of you would want to read it but I just posted a new one shot about Pittsburgh Pirates catcher Ryan Doumit. It's called <a href="http://guinsfanalltheway.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-behind-home-plate-ryan-doumit.html">The Man Behind Home Plate. </a>mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-75686018811459744442009-09-26T21:19:00.001-04:002009-09-26T21:19:54.456-04:00Chris Lee?Hey guys, for those of you who don't already know I have a new one shot. It's about one of the WBS Pens, Chris Lee. I really like him and think that you guys would too. This one shot was completed in less than two days, so if it sucks that's why. I hope that you guys like it, it's called <a href="http://guinsfanalltheway.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-might-love-you-chris-lee.html">'I Just Might Love You'</a>mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-71921806399740902392009-09-07T20:31:00.002-04:002009-09-07T20:35:36.614-04:00Chapter SevenSorry it's been so long I had a serious case of writer's block. As always I hope that you enjoy this edition of Offense or Defense, and comments are greatly appreciated.<br /><br /><br /><u>Seven</u><br /><br /> “So you wanna go to a hockey game?” Kris asked.<br /><br /> “Do you even have to ask?” Luc asked. “Think about how you met this girl.”<br /><br /> Nikki laughed at what Luc said before answering Kris’ question. “I would love to go to a hockey game, who are you guys playing?”<br /><br /> “The Halifax Mooseheads, you’ve probably never heard of them. But the game is tomorrow at seven,” Luc said before Kris could open his mouth.<br /><br /> “Yeah, what he said,” he laughed.<br /><br /> The next afternoon Nikki hung her Foreurs jersey over her arm before going out to the kitchen where she would be having a light dinner with Kris and Luc. After finishing her pasta she pulled her jersey over her Penguins’ t-shirt and waited for Kris and Luc to be ready to leave. When the two men finally emerged from their bedrooms dressed in suits Nikki smiled and grabbed her cell phone from the table before heading out to the car with them.<br /><br /> “You gonna be cold?” Kris asked as they walked down the hall to the elevator.<br /><br /> “I’ll be fine, you have to remember that I live in Pittsburgh and hardly ever wear a coat, my jersey will keep me warm,” she smiled.<br /><br /> “At least put this on,” Kris said removing the hat from his head.<br /><br /> “I have my Penguins’ hat,” she grabbed the brim of her Crosby hat.<br /><br /> “Just put this on,” he placed the black winter hat in Nikki’s hand just as they walked out the front door of the apartment building.<br /><br /> Walking outside Nikki removed the baseball cap from her head, placing her hand on the curved brim that was behind her head and pulling it forwards. The chill of the Canadian air hit her and she quickly pulled the winter hat over her head. Kris smiled seeing this but said nothing more.<br /><br />Arriving at Centre Air Crebec Luc, Kris, and Nikki all made their way to the locker room, they didn’t want to make Nikki have to wait out in the cold for the doors to open. She got to know some of the players a little better than she had the last time that she was there and didn’t want to leave the locker room to go to her seat when the coach told her that fans were allowed to enter the arena. She stood from where she sat between Luc and Kris, wishing her two friends along with the rest of the team luck, and making her way to her seat.<br /><br /> She sat where she had a few nights before, three rows behind the bench and again she had her camera and took pictures during both the pre-game skate and the game. Cheering and chanting along with everyone else in the arena Nikki was feeling like she was part of the Foreurs’ family, if only she could stay longer, see them play more games. There was no way that it could happen though; she was going home in two days.<br /><br /> Leaving Canada was not a happy thought and since “her” team was winning she pushed all thoughts of leaving to the back of her mind and enjoyed the remainder of the game.<br /><br /> The Foreurs dropped the game four-three, but it was lost in overtime and both Kris and Luc played well. “You can’t win them all,” Kris said after Nikki told them that they both played well and that it was okay that they lost.<br /><br /> When they arrived back at the apartment Kris and Luc went to change into more comfortable clothing and Nikki went to put her jersey in her room. She returned to the living room before the guys, as expected, and had the winter had with her.<br /><br /> A few moments later Luc returned and a few moments after him Kris returned. “Here,” Nikki said holding the hat out. “Thanks.”<br /><br /> “Keep it, I have another one,” Kris said with a smile.<br /><br /> “Thanks Kris,” she placed the hat on her lap. When Kris looked away from her to answer a question that Luc asked Nikki smiled and ran her hand along the soft hat.<br /><br /> “Yeah, that’s a great idea. What do you think Nikki?”<br /><br /> “Huh? Sorry I zoned out for a second.”<br /><br /> “Since tomorrow is your last day here instead of just packing and sitting around the apartment would you want to go ice skating?”<br /><br /> “Sure, I’m glad I brought my skates.”<br /><br /> “You brought your skates?” Luc asked a confused look on her face.<br /><br /> “Kris told me to bring them because there was a chance that we might go skating.”<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br /> The next morning Nikki sat down with Luc and Kris for breakfast and soon the three were off to the rink. They had all been there the night before but Nikki sat in the stands while she watched the others enjoy themselves on the ice and today she would get to skate; she would get to take the ice that so many hockey players had been on. It wasn’t Mellon Arena but she was probably never going to be able to set foot on that sacred ice, she had skated on the same ice that the Penguins had at RMU.<br /><br /> Nikki smiled as she pulled her skates onto her feet and the excitement only grew as she pulled the laces tight. If it were at all possible her smile grew when she stepped onto the ice. As soon as she was on the ice she started off for her first lap of the rink. The cold air stung her face, the speed she was going at made it worse, but she didn’t mind. It had been almost a year since she had skated and she missed it. She had always wanted to play ice hockey when she was younger, and she still did, but there was no way that her family could afford it so she only took the ice when she could get a group of people together willing to go.<br /><br /> After a few times around the ice she came to a stop along the boards and just took it all in. She was pulled from her blissful thoughts when Kris spoke. ‘How long had he been there? How long had she been staring off into space?’ She wondered.<br /><br /> “You’re a pretty good skater.”<br /><br /> “Thanks,” she smiled. “I still can’t do cross-overs without almost falling on my face.”<br /><br /> “Want me to help you?” Kris asked with a smile.<br /><br /> Nikki nodded and pushed away from the wall, just as a little kid would. “It’s pretty simple,” Luc said, still standing against the boards.<br /><br /> “Push off with your right foot and let your left foot glide. Good now cross your right foot over your left and just do it again.” She stumbled a bit but Kris caught her and helped gather her balance again. “Not bad,” he smiled. “Don’t worry you’ll get it. If you don’t get it today you’ll get it eventually.<br /><br /> Nikki smiled and pushed off again. After a few minutes she had made her way to the opposite side of the ice than Luc and Kris when she yelled, “Look guys I can do it!”<br /><br /> The two men turned around and sure enough she was doing it.<br /><br /> They skated for a few more hours but soon hunger overcame them all and they made their way back to the locker room to shed their skates. After arriving back at the apartment and grabbing a quick lunch to settle their rumbling stomachs Nikki decided that she would start packing so that she could just sit around with her friends and watch movies that night.<br /><br /> All of her clothes except for what she would be wearing the next day had been packed; her jersey included, and when it came time for dinner she walked into the kitchen wearing her Penguin pajama pants.<br /><br /> “You look ready for movie night,” Luc said sitting down next to her.<br /><br /> “Yep, I’m guessing these movies will be in French?”<br /><br /> “You guessed it,” Kris smiled. “They don’t sell a lot of movies in English here in French Canada.”<br /><br /> Her phone buzzed the next morning, but the last thing Nikki wanted to do was leave Canada. She had only been there for five days but she had fallen in love with the little town and their hockey team. She quickly showered; she was never one for long showers, before pulling on a pair of jeans and a Pens t-shirt. Making sure that everything was packed she lugged her bags to the living room and sat down in the kitchen one last time.<br /><br /> The apartment was empty, Kris and Luc had practice, and she just sat down to eat breakfast alone. As she ate her cereal she looked around and thought of how much she was going to miss the apartment, and more importantly; the people who lived there. Spending time with Kris only made her remember how much she cared for him and saying good-bye would be even harder than it had been the last time. Then she had known when she would see him again, now would she have to wait until summer? Would he make the ‘big squad’ for real next year? And Luc, although she had only known him for as long as she had been in Canada but they bad become friends and she wanted them to remain friends with him. Was that really practical, staying friends with either of them? How often would they see each other? How often would they talk?<br /><br /> ‘Happy thoughts, Nicolette,” she told herself, taking another bite of cereal.<br /><br /> “You ready to go?” Kris asked when he and Luc returned home from practice.<br /><br /> “Yes and no,” she said causing both boys to smile.<br /><br /> “Yes because you can’t wait to get away from Kris and no because you can’t stand to be away from me, right?” Luc asked his voice full of sarcasm.<br /><br /> “Yeah something like that,” Nikki said just as sarcastically. “But really I’m gonna miss you two.”<br /><br /> “We’re gonna miss you too,” he cleared his throat. “Alright let’s get going.” He grabbed Nikki’s bags although she assured him that she could get them herself.<br /><br /> After the long drive to Montreal Nikki was walked into the airport by Luc and Kris. She checked her bag and was about to say good-bye when Luc spoke up. “I forgot to give this to you,” he pulled a picture from his pocket. It was the one that he had taken on Christmas day of Nikki and Kris.<br /><br /> “Thanks Luc,” she smiled as she look the picture from his hand. Looking at the picture she smiled but then realized that it was time for her to leave. “Thank you both so much for this week,” she placed the picture in her wallet before hugging both men.<br /><br /> “Bye Nikki,” Luc said releasing her from a hug. “Hope I can see you again.”<br /><br /> “You too, good-bye Luc.” She moved to Kris who had waited patiently for turn to say good-bye.<br /><br /> “Good-bye Nicolette,” he said still holding her. “Text me when you get home.”<br /><br /> “You too, bye Kristopher.” When he released her she picked up her bag and started off towards security.mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-19217060791281663892009-08-09T15:26:00.004-04:002009-08-14T19:25:54.943-04:00Chapter SixHey guys,<br />I am so sorry that's it been so long since I updated. I was having some serious writer's block for both this and Le Petit Fleur but all is good again. I hope that you all enjoy this chapter and comments are greatly appreciated.<br /><br /><br /><u>Chapter Six</u><br /><br />As always her peaceful dreams of Kris were ended when her phone vibrated on the bedside table. Still half asleep Nikki groaned and rolled over, picking her phone up.<br /><br />‘It’s Christmas Eve!’ the text from Michelle said. ‘And there’s actually snow on the ground.’<br /><br />Nikki smiled; it hadn’t snowed on Christmas Eve in years. Looking at her phone she saw that it was ten-thirty and figured that she would get up and find something to eat. Still in her pajamas Nikki made her way to the kitchen where Kris and Luc sat, in their pajamas as well. Nikki couldn’t help but smile as she said,” Good morning.”<br /><br />“Good morning,” the guys said.<br /><br />“Are you hungry?” Luc asked.<br /><br />“Mhm,” she sat down.<br /><br />“Tim Horton’s okay?” Kris asked grabbing the bag from the counter.<br /><br />“Oui,” she said with a smile. When he stood she could see that along with a tight fitting Bauer t-shirt Kris was also wearing a pair of blue and white stripped boxers. She tried to keep her mind on Tim Horton’s and breakfast, but as her eyes wandered so did her taught. ‘Why?’ she asked herself. ‘Why does he have such a nice body? Because the accent, smile, hair, eyes, and skill on the ice weren’t enough, right? Oh am I going to miss this boy when I go back to Pittsburgh.’<br /><br />Nikki had been admiring his muscular chest and arms when Luc pulled her from her thoughts. “Would you like another?” He was getting himself another doughnut.<br /><br />Nikki nodded and thanked Luc. While eating this doughnut she tried unnoticeably take in every detail of his face. The first thing she noticed, as always, was his eyes. They were the perfect shade of brown, like melted chocolate and they made Nikki melt. His nose and cheeks were perfect and then his lips. His lips were absolutely perfect, ‘kissable’ she thought to herself.<br /><br />When she was done analyzing her best friend’s face they discussed their plans for the day. The three of them would be going to mass at four o’clock. Nikki was glad that she had brought dress clothes, in hopes that she would be able to go to church. At around she decided that she would shower and get ready for church, leaving the boys to talk.<br /><br />“How did she not notice?” Luc asked when he heard the shower turn on.<br /><br />“Notice what?”<br /><br />“The fact that you were practically staring at her from the moment she walked out of her room until she walked into the bathroom just now.”<br /><br />“Oh that. I’m just glad she didn’t. I can’t help that I really like her.”<br /><br />Soon the shower shut off and when Nikki vacated the bathroom Kris decided that he would shower. This left Nikki and Luc with some alone time. She wasn’t going to put her dress clothes on until she absolutely needed to, so in a pair of jeans and of course a Penguins t-shirt she sat down in the kitchen across from Luc.<br /><br />They talked for a while, getting to know each other better until it was Luc’s turn to shower. When three o’clock rolled came Nikki went to get changed and when she rejoined the boys in the living room Kris’ jaw almost hit the floor. She was in a knee-length black skirt and a tight fitting, three-quarter sleeve white blouse; simple, yet classy. The heels she was wearing not only gave her height but also accented her muscular claves. Everything else was as usual, she wore no make-up, she was one who tended to lean towards a more natural look, and her hair was in a messy bun.<br /><br />Kris and Luc were dressed in suits, the way Nikki had seen them the night before, before the game, It was also the way she was used to seeing Kris when he wasn’t in his gear.<br /><br />“Just so you know it’s going to be in French.” Kris said with a smile.<br /><br />“I expected that, I am in Quebec,” she smiled as well. “Zut, all I have with me is my hoodie and walking into church in a hoodie and skirt,” she didn’t know how to word it.<br /><br />“I think I have something that you can borrow.” Kris went to the closet and pulled out a dark blue pea-coat. “It’ll probably be huge on you, but it’s warm.”<br /><br />“Thanks,” she smiled taking the coat. It was warm to the touch. As they were leaving the apartment she slid the coat over her blouse and was surrounded by the warmth. She couldn’t help but catch a whiff of Kris’ scent which caused her to smile.<br /><br />Mass went well and when they returned back to the apartment the three friends sat down, Nikki on the couch and Kris and Luc in the stools in the kitchen. “Nikki, come sit with us,” Luc said, smiling and looking over to Kris as Nikki stood from the couch and made her way towards them.<br /><br />“So what’s the plan for the night?” She asked pulling herself up onto one of the stools.<br />“I’m going to make dinner,” Kris said slipping down off of his stool and continuing to talk as he made his way to the refrigerator. “Is fish okay?”<br /><br />“Mhm,” Nikki said with a smile.<br /><br />As Kris prepared dinner Luc got to know better, occasionally Kris would join in the conversation but it was hard to hear over the crackling of the fish on the stove top. He had prepared it with lemon juice and as it cooked the smell filled the apartment, bringing smiles to everyone’s faces.<br /><br />Following dinner Luc did dishes, the few that there were and then the three of them spend the remainder of the evening talking and watching Christmas movies.<br /><br />“Good morning,” Nikki said when Kris walked into the living room.<br /><br />“Morning, how long have you been up?” Kris asked rubbing his eyes and brushing his hair out of his face.<br /><br />“About an hour, Michelle texted me and I couldn’t fall back asleep.”<br /><br />Luc soon joined them and Kris decided that he would make crepes for the three of them to enjoy. Fresh fruit, or as fresh as you can get fruit in Canada in the middle of winter, and Nutella were placed on the table along with the crepes for all to partake.<br /><br />After yet another delicious meal prepared by Kris everyone sat down in the living room to exchange gifts. Nikki had run to her room to grab the gifts only to realize that she only had one for Kris. Sitting down on the couch she saw that both men had gift in their hands, neatly wrapped and the one that Kris had was rather large.<br /><br />“Luc, I’m sorry that I didn’t get you anything.”<br /><br />“It’s fine, really. But I’ll give you my gift before Kris because I know that his is better than mine.”<br /><br />“Thank you,” she said as the gift was placed in her hand. As she tore the paper off she grew more excited, she was still a little kid at heart and loved presents. She opened the small white box; it was about the size of the palm of her hand, to reveal a silver chain. As she lifted the chain from the box a silver Penguins’ emblem dangled from it, catching the light, causing Nikki to smile. “Thank you so much Luc, I love it.” She stood and gave Luc a hug before handing Kris his gift.<br /><br />“Merci, Nicolette,” He said, taking the gift and quickly removing the wrapping paper. There in his hands was the city that he missed so much, Pittsburgh. Nikki had got around taking pictures of different places around the city and had created a <a href="http://s191.photobucket.com/albums/z109/sidluver87/?action=view&current=ChristmasgiftforOorD.jpg">collage</a>. “I love it,” he said, smiling widely. “This is for you.”<br /><br />Nikki took the box from his hand, it was much larger than the box that she had opened a few moments earlier but was just as light. Tearing the wrapping paper at one end she slide it off the other and looked down at the white box just like one you would receive from any department store if you asked to have clothing gift wrapped. Opening the lid and removing the tissue paper she pulled a shirt from the box. It had taken up the entire thing and when it was fully out of the box and unfolded Nikki realized that it was a Val-d’Or Foreurs’ jersey. “Merci beaucoup, Kristopher,” she said excitedly, jumping up from where she sat on the couch and throwing her arms around Kris, after placing the jersey on the couch.<br /><br />“Je vous en prie.” Both wanted the hug to last longer but the friendly hug soon ended and Nikki picked the jersey back up when she returned to her seat.<br /><br />“Why don’t you put it on and I’ll take a picture of the two of you.”<br /><br />Nikki pulled the jersey over her head and smiled, the smell of brand new hockey related clothing had an effect on her. After all her favorite scent in the entire world was the inside of the Mellon Arena, the perfect combination of ice, sweet, and nachos; most people though that she was odd, for lack of a better word, because of this.<br /><br />When the jersey was pulled over her t-shirt and its warmth embraced her she moved closer to Kris for the picture. He put her arm around her, reluctantly at first, but when she didn’t fight it he relaxed. Both of their faces held smiles as the camera flashed.<br /><br />“Guys I took the picture,” he said when they still sat with their arms around each other.<br /><br />“I’m hungry,” Nikki said around eleven thirty.<br /><br />“Sandwiches okay?” Kris asked.<br /><br />“Yeah, that’s fine.”<br /><br />Luc and Nikki sat down as Kris pulled things from the refrigerator for sandwiches.<br /><br />“Not gonna take the jersey off?” Luc asked.<br /><br />“No, I’m really comfy,” she smiled. “Thank you Kris.”<br /><br />“You’re welcome.”mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-37164580455146527632009-07-01T00:09:00.001-04:002009-07-01T00:10:43.161-04:00Yet another one shot.Hey guys, I just posted a one shot that I'm very proud of and would greatly appreciate if you guys would check it out and let me know what you think.<br /><br />Thank you very much.<br /><br /><a href="http://guinsfanalltheway.blogspot.com">A New Beginning</a>mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-84736740711116654882009-06-29T16:00:00.003-04:002009-06-29T16:09:54.588-04:00Chapter FiveHey guys, I know I haven't been updating much lately, but I haven't gotten any writing done on any of my three stories since school ended. I have however been working on two one shots. One is about Andrew Orpik, the brother of Penguins' defenseman Brooks Orpik. That one shot is currently posted and it would mean a great deal if you guys checked it out and commented. The other one shot is about Eric Godard and should be posted in the next few days. In the mean time please enjoy this chapter, comments are greatly appreciated. <br /><br /><br /><u>Chapter Five</u><br /><br /> “We should get going to we can make it to Val-d’Or before midnight.”<br /><br /> “Okay,” Nikki said reaching for her bag.<br /><br /> “I’ve got it,” Kris took the duffle bag and started for the parking lot and the car. “I know it’s little but it gets the job done.” He opened the car door and put Nikki’s bags in the back. <br /><br /> “C’est mignon ,” she said with a smile. <br /><br /> “I’ll be sure to tell Luc, it’s his.” When they were both in the front seat Kris started the car and the music blasted. “Sorry,” Kris said, quickly turning it all the way down. <br /><br /> “It’s okay, is that Journey?” Nikki reached to the center console and turned the music back up.<br /><br /> Kris nodded with a smile on his face as ‘Any Way You Want It’ played and Nikki sang along. In English of course. ‘She likes Journey,’ he thought to himself. When the song ended and a slower, softer one began they talked about the flight and school that day. <br /><br /> Kris was ecstatic that Nikki was visiting. He had missed her so much over the past two months. Although she would be in Canada with him for five days that five days wouldn’t be enough. Saying good-bye to her the first time was head and he knew that this time would be even worse. <br /><br /> “So are you hungry?” he asked at around seven.<br /> <br /> “Kind of, yeah.”<br /><br /> A few moments later they pulled off the highway and soon were in line at a McDonald’s drive-thru. “Probably not what you were expecting when you got to Canada, but it’s quick.” After ordering their food Nikki went to pull some of her new Canadian money from her pocket. “Put the money back, I’ve got it.” Kris said pulling his wallet from his back pocket. <br /><br /> “No it’s fine, it’s my mom’s money anyway.”<br /><br /> “I’m buying you dinner,” he said in a stern, yet sweet voice. “Put the money away.”<br /><br /> She slid her wallet back into her pocket as Kris turned to hand the money to the woman at the window. Nikki couldn’t help but smile. ‘Don’t think too much of it,’ she told herself. ‘He’s just a friend, friends buy each other stuff all the time.’<br /><br /> Kris was also having thoughts like this. ‘Obviously she doesn’t like me as more than a friend,’ he told himself as they waited to pull up to the pick-up window. ‘She was going to pay for her own food, sign of just friendship. But there’s nothing wrong with just being friends,’ he assured himself as their meals were handed through the window.<br /><br /> If only they knew what the other was thinking, and how far off from the truth they really were. Neither had stopped smiling since they made eye contact in the airport. But of course neither had noticed. <br /><br /> Although they had talked every night for the last two months they still found things to talk about for all five hours of the trip. It was just passed eleven when they got to Val-d’Or and they were pulling p to the apartment building within ten minutes. “Home sweet home.” Kris shut off the car and took the key from the ignition. “Well at least during the season.”<br /><br /> After grabbing Nikki’s bags from the backseat Kris led her to the second floor, three bedroom apartment He led her to her room, the guest room. It was a small room with a twin bed and a small dresser with a mirror attached. “I know it’s not much but we don’t have very many people stay with us and it’s better than the living room couch.”<br /><br /> “It’s fine, thank you Kris.”<br /><br /> “No problem. I’ve gotta be up for morning skate, I’m sure you’ll want to sleep in, but you can help yourself to whatever you find in the fridge.”<br /><br /> “Okay, goodnight Kristopher.”<br /><br /> “Goodnight Nicolette,” Kris pulled her into a hg and didn’t want to let go. Nikki didn’t want to leave Kris’ arms either but after a few seconds they both felt that they should let go. <br /><br /> Kris smiled while closing the door to the hall and went to his room, exhausted from driving for ten hours. He had barely gotten into bed and pulled the covers over himself before he was sleeping peacefully. <br /><br /> Nikki finally found her pajamas at the bottom of her bag and once she had changed from her jeans she realized just how tired she was from her trip. She crawled into bed and Kris’ scent was still on her t-shirt. She smiled as she drifted off to sleep.<br /><br /> When Luc and Kris woke up the next morning they got ready for morning skate and Kris left a note for Nikki. Skate was set to start at ten so the two best friends left at nine fifteen , allowing themselves to get to the arena and suited up before their coach called them to center ice. <br /><br /> Nikki woke up at ten-fifteen and it took a moment for her to remember where she was. ‘I’m in Kris’ guest room,’ she thought to herself and smiled. “I’m in Canada,” she said out loud this time. She laid back in bed for a few more minutes before finding her way to the kitchen she had passed the night before. On the counter she found a note written in Kris’ neat hand-writing. <br /><br /> <i>Nicolette,<br /> Luc and I are at morning skate and should be back before noon. Help yourself to anything you find in the fridge. There’s clean towels in the bathroom at the end of the hall, so you can shower whenever you want. Just make yourself at home. And Luc can’t wait to meet you later. See you soon. <br /> Kristopher</i><br /> <br /> Of course the note was in French and Nikki smiled. <br /><br /> She decided that she would shower than then find something to eat. She went back to her room, picking out an outfit and finding the bathroom at the end of the hall. After pulling the shower curtain closed she found the perfect temperature and just let the water run over her for a moment. She turned to the small shelf where a bottle of Sauvé extra volume sat. “So this is how he gets his hair like that,” she smiled. <br /><br /> She found her way back to the kitchen in a pair of jeans and Sidney Crosby t-shirt and smelling of Irish Spring. She looked through the refrigerator for a few minutes before deciding to make scrambled eggs. Once the eggs were made and everything was cleaned up she went back to look for ketchup, she was a true Pittsburgher. <br /><br /> “Did you find something to eat?” Kris asked when he got home.<br /><br /> “Yeah, I used the last of your ketchup though.”<br /><br /> “On what?”<br /><br /> “Scrambled eggs.”<br /><br /> “You Americans are odd,” Luc said with a smile. <br /><br /> “No, it’s a Pittsburgh thing,” Nikki smiled.<br /><br /> “Oh, Nikki this is my best friend Luc Bourdon, Luc, Nikki James.”<br /><br /> “Nice to meet you,” Luc said with a heavy accent.<br /><br /> Luc and Kris went to take their pre-game naps after being wished sweet dreams by Nikki. Nikki sat down on to watch some TV until the boys woke up. Flipping through the channels she saw the beauty of Canada. She looked out the living room window for the first time and saw that it had snowed over night and was lightly snowing then. <br /><br /> When Kris and Luc woke up they made pasta for dinner and Nikki was happy to see that not only could Kris play hockey, but he could cook too.<br /><br /> As it got closer to game time Nikki got more and more excited about seeing Kris play again. She was also excited to be able to wish him luck in person again. Kris was also excited for the same reasons. Nikki had wished him luck before every game for the last two months and he appreciated it. But good luck in a text wasn’t as good as having her say it to him and actually watch the game. <br /><br /> Opening face-off would happen at seven o’clock so the Foreurs and their guest arrived at Centre Air Crebec at five-fifteen. It reminded Nikki of one of the many “arenas” in Pittsburgh. Kris led Nikki to the locker room and introduced her to all of the guys who were there. As always she wore a Penguins’ hat, but that didn’t stop the guys from staring.<br /><br /> When it was almost time for the players to take the ice Nikki found her seat. The arena was small compared to a professional hockey arena, only seating a few thousand, but it was enough for this junior hockey team.<br /><br /> “I see why you like her,” Luc said to Kris in the locker room.<br /><br /> Kris was still smiling from when she had whispered good luck and give him a hug. He didn’t know what it was about her, her smile, her kindness, or her love for hockey. Whatever it was Kris couldn’t stop thinking about Nicolette James. He did somehow push the thoughts of her to the back of his mind though when they took the ice. <br /><br /> During the pre-game skate most of the seats behind the Foreurs bench were empty. One special one though was occupied. Nikki sat happily a few row behind the bench and was excited to see Kris skating again. Kris looked up to Nikki flashing a smile and she returned it. She motioned for him to go back to warming up and took her camera from her hoodie pocket. She took pictures of all of the Foreurs as they passed the bench and she seemed to take a lot more pictures of Kris and anyone else.<br /> <br /> As the seconds ticked off the clock above game time drew closer and Nikki’s excitement grew. <br /><br /> The Foreurs wore white with yellow and green on the shoulders and logo in the center. The Oceanic wore blue. Kris and Luc were out as part of the starting line-up and Nikki sat on the edge of the seat.<br /><br /> Rimouski scored first but Val-d’Or came back to win the game three to one. One of those goals had been scored by Kris in the second period. When he tickled the twine he celebrated with his teammates before finding Nikki’s smiling face in the crowd. <br /><br /> “Kris!” Nikki said excitedly after finding her way to the Foreurs’ locker room. “Great job, you too Luc.”<br /><br /> Both guys smiled, accepting hugs from Nikki before showering. <br /><br /> The ride home was short and was spent discussing the game. Both Kris and Luc had played extremely well and Nikki was glad that she got to see Kris play again. The entire time Nikki had been with the two guys they spoke French and she found it relaxing. <br /><br /> After arriving back at the apartment the three friends sat around talking about Pittsburgh, hockey, and anything else that came to mind. The next day was an off day because it was Christmas Eve so they stayed up late talking. At around one-thirty the two guys decided that they should probably get some rest. <br /><br /> “Goodnight Nikki, night Kris,” Luc said getting up from the couch and starting for his room.<br /><br /> “Night,” Kris and Nikki said in unison causing Luc to smile. <br /><br /> “We should probably get to bed too,” Kris said getting up from the couch. Nikki nodded with a smile as Kris reached out his hand to help her up. Kris quickly let go when she was standing, although he certainly didn’t want to. Nikki wouldn’t have objected and when he let go she was upset. <br /><br /> ‘He doesn’t like me like that,’ she told herself. ‘We’re just friends.’<br /><br /> Kris stopped at Nikki’s door and pulled her into a hug. “Bon huit, Nicolette.”<br /><br /> “Bon huit, Kristopher.” When finally released from his grasp she reached for the door handle. “Bon huit.”<br /><br /> Kris smiled and started towards his room as Nikki entered her room and slowly closed the door, not wanting to look away from Kris. Eventually she did though when Kris got to his room. Nikki sat down on the bed, well the bed that she was using and let her thoughts take over. ‘Who would have thought that learning French would have such a pay off? Six years of studying was definitely worth this.’ She smiled as she though this. Almost the whole time she had been there they had only spoken French, and she was glad. Learning French was what got her there. And as much as she enjoyed hearing Kris speak English, French just rolled off his tongue. The accent was really what got her and she couldn’t help but smile every time he spoke. <br /><br /> Soon those thoughts drifted into dreams of actually being with Kris. He kissed her cheek and held her close, exactly what she wanted in real life.mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-638390015826474722009-06-23T22:49:00.000-04:002009-06-23T22:50:49.473-04:00One shot?Hey guys, I just posted a one shot that I'm very proud of and would greatly appreciate if you guys would check it out and let me know what you think.<br /><br />Thank you very much.<br /><br /><a href="http://guinsfanalltheway.blogspot.com">She Said Yes</a>mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-72325489787987052762009-06-11T14:25:00.002-04:002009-06-11T21:42:51.010-04:00Chapter Four<div align="left">The remainder of October and all of November passed bring the beginning of winter and the first snow of the year. November thirtieth Nikki walked out of school with her phone in hand, texting Kris. Nothing had changed between them, they still talked everyday, and both still secretly had feelings for each other. Both the Foreurs and Penguins were doing well and Nikki kept up with both teams.</div><div align="left"><br />'Kris it's snowing!' she said excitedly, wiping the snowflake off the screen of her phone.<br />She walked down the street with Michelle and waited for Kris to text back. 'That's good, I love snow.' </div><div align="left"><br />'Probably because you're Canadian,' she typed, laughing out loud. 'Tonight's the night I ask about Christmas break.'</div><div align="left"><br />And that's exactly what she did. Nikki went straight home and sat down to eat dinner with her family. The discussion was something about history, mostly because Nikki's little brother had a question for his homework and her dad went on to tell a story. When the history lesson was ended Nikki spoke up. "Do we have any big plans for Christmas?"</div><div align="left"><br />"For now just your grandmother's on Christmas Eve," her mom said. "Why, do you have plans?"</div><div align="left"><br />"Um," she took a sip of her water. "I was just wondering if maybe I could visit a friend, with some friends."</div><div align="left"><br />"Where does this friend live?"</div><div align="left"><br />"Canada," she put a piece of meatloaf in her mouth. </div><div align="left"><br />"Yeah right, they're gonna let you go to Canada," he brother laughed and she shot a glare across the table. </div><div align="left"><br />"We'll talk about it," her dad said. </div><div align="left"><br />Nikki sighed and sat back in her seat. It had definitely gone better than she had originally though it would. When the table was cleared of dishes and little children Nikki and her parents discussed her trip to Canada. After about an hour a final decision was made. </div><div align="left"><br />"NIKKI!" Shelby said walking in to psych the next day. "How'd it go?" she asked when Nikki looked up."</div><div align="left"><br />"I'm going to Canada over Christmas break," she said excitedly. </div><div align="left"><br />"Oh my god, does Kris know?"</div><div align="left"><br />"No, he had a game last night and I didn't want to tell him in a text."</div><div align="left"><br />"You think he'll be excited?" Shelby asked quietly as their teacher, Mr. Bishop, told them to open their books, a rare occurrence.</div><div align="left"><br />"I hope so, I really miss the kid."</div><div align="left"><br />"Well that gives you something to look forward to."</div><div align="left"><br />After school Nikki was excited that it was Friday as she walked with Michelle to her bus stop before going to Sam's house for dinner. While watching House at around nine Nikki received a text from Kris asking if it was okay for him to call. </div><div align="left"><br />"Hello?" Nikki asked not more than thirty seconds after sending the reply of, 'Of course.' </div><div align="left"><br />"Hello Nicolette, so did you ask your parents last night?"</div><div align="left"><br />"Mhm, I hope Val-d'Or is pretty for Christmas," she said, smiling.</div><div align="left"><br />"It's beautiful," he smiled and gave a thumbs up to Luc who sat on the other end of the couch. "I think you'll like it here, are your friends coming with you?"</div><div align="left"><br />"No, our parents didn't trust us with a car in a foreign country. So I bought my plane ticket last night, after looking at your game schedule." She said proud of herself. "I'm getting an early dismissal from school on the twenty-second and I'll be landing in Montreal at six pm."</div><div align="left"><br />"Bon," he said trying to hide exactly how excited he was. "I'll have to get you a ticket for when Rimouski's in town on the twenty-third."</div><div align="left"><br />They decided that they should wait until it got closer to Christmas break to makes plans and talked about other things. At midnight though Sam's mom told the girls that they had to go upstairs if they wanted to stay up and they took that as their cue to go to bed. </div><div align="left"><br />"Well Kristopher it's been a long day and week so I'm gonna go to bed."</div><div align="left"><br />"Okay, goodnight Nicolette."</div><div align="left"><br />"Goodnight Kristopher." She pit her phone on the nightstand and talked to Sam for about an hour about some of the most random things anyone could ever think about. It was a usual occurrence when one slept over the other's house, school, and childhood were two of the top topics. </div><div align="left"><br />In Val-d'Or Luc sat on the couch watching a movie when Kris hung up. He rested his head back against the couch with a smile on his face when he dropped his phone to his lap. </div><div align="left"><br />"So I take it Nikki and her friends are coming over Christmas?"</div><div align="left"><br />"Just Nikki, their parents didn't trust them in a foreign country with a car."</div><div align="left"><br />"So they trust her alone in Canada with you?" he asked smiling. </div><div align="left"><br />"Obviously if they're letting her come. What's not to trust though, I'm too afraid to tell her that I like her. Nothing will happen and you know that."</div><div align="left"><br />"Alright man, I'm going to bed."</div><div align="left"><br />Luc went to bed and a few moments later Kris too went to bed. </div><div align="left"><br />The weekend was uneventful except for the Penguins' game that took place Sunday afternoon that Nikki missed band practice for.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Over the next two weeks Nikki was busy with Penguins' games and school. Taking AP English was not the best idea that she had had and had a paper due almost every week. The choir Christmas concert was coming up which meant that all of majors was choir, making it harder to text. </div><div align="left"><br />Kris, Luc, and the rest of Foreurs continued with there winning ways and so did the Pens. </div><div align="left"><br />Nikki's concert was Thursday and the next day she would be leaving early to go to Montreal, and she still had to pack. When the concert ended she quickly hugged all over her friends and when she arrived home started looking for things to pack. "All Penguins," she said to herself looking through her clothes.</div><div align="left"><br />Ten o'clock came, she was showered and packed and was awaiting either a phone call or text. He phone finally buzzed at around ten-fifteen and she answered excitedly.</div><div align="left"><br />"You ready for your trip tomorrow?"</div><div align="left"><br />"Mhm, can you help me make sure that I have everything I need?"</div><div align="left"><br />"Sure; clothes, toothbrush, passport, plane ticket, something to do on the plane."<br />"Got it all, do I need to bring shampoo?"</div><div align="left"><br />"No, you can borrow shampoo, and towels, and stuff."</div><div align="left"><br />"Kay, well I still have school tomorrow and I want to be rested when I get to Canada."<br />"Okay," he said with a laugh. "I'll see you at the airport tomorrow."</div><div align="left"><br />They said good-bye before hanging up, Kris getting home and Nikki getting into bed. All Nikki could think about was how excited she was to be going to Canada the next day. She hadn't been there since she was ten and that's when it was like the rest of the world. It was summer when she went, she wanted to see Canada in the winter, in all its glory. </div><div align="left"><br />Nikki was also excited to see Kris, it had been almost two month since she had seen him and she missed him. She missed looking into his chocolate brown eyes when he spoke and watching him run his fingers through his hair when he was nervous. Along with wanting to see Kris she wanted to meet the infamous Luc that Kris spoke so fondly of.</div><div align="left"><br />These thoughts soon turned to dreams and those dreams were interrupted by the sound of her cell phone vibrating on the table next to the bed. She groaned hitting the snooze button before reality hit her. "I'm seeing Kris today!" She said out loud. </div><div align="left"><br />She quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie over her Pens shirt and when she was ready she sat down in front of her computer. Her background was of the Penguins and was from when Kris was still playing for them. He just so happened to be in the center of the picture. After reading an article on the Pens' site Nikki glanced down at the corner of the screen to see that it was seven o'clock, time to go.</div><div align="left"><br />Classes went slowly until it was finally time to leave at noon. As she stepped out of school to meet her mom she pulled her phone from her pocket, excited to be starting her trip. 'Leaving school now, only six hours until I get to MN.'</div><div align="left"><br />Kris saw the text shortly after it arrived. She would be arriving in Montreal in six hours which meant he needed to be too. 'Can't wait to see you, the five hour drive to do so won't be fun though.'</div><div align="left"><br />Nikki grabbed her bags from home and arrived at the airport at around one thirty after spending a little time at home. Security and baggage check lines were crazy and Nikki was incredibly bored since she was unable to talk to anyone. </div><div align="left"><br />Kris started his trek towards Montreal shortly after texting Nikki. He had changed into his street clothes following practice, dropped Luc off at the apartment, and started the long five hour drive. Music kept him from going insane on the drive as he went through six cds. </div><div align="left"><br />Once she had checked her bags and been through security Nikki bought a small bag of cheddar sour cream chips and a bottle of Wild Cherry Pepsi. She sat down at the gate and took her phone from her pocket to see that it was only three o'clock. He flight wasn't supposed to take off until four which meant that she had at least half an hour until her boarding call would come. The seat next to her was empty so she put her feet up and pulled her notebook from her bag in which she had been writing a simple story that she promised no one would ever see. </div><div align="left"><br />She scribbled down a few lines about the young hockey player before she was finally allowed to make her way to the plane. Finding her seat wasn't very hard. It was in the middle and as she had wanted, a window seat. It wasn't the first time she would be flying alone, but she hoped that it wouldn't be as 'eventful' as the last time.</div><div align="left"><br />"Good afternoon everyone, my name is Jean and I'm your captain today. Our flight is scheduled to land in Montreal, Quebec at six pm and will last one hour and fifty-seven minutes." The man said in a thick French-Canadian accent. "We will be taking off shortly, thank you for flying Air Canada."</div><div align="left"><br />Nikki buckled her seat belt and didn't pay much attention to the safety demonstration having seen it multiple times.</div><div align="left"><br />The plane took off at four o'clock exactly and when it was safe Nikki pulled her MP3 player from her bag. Trying very had to not sing along she let her thoughts wonder. 'Canada for Christmas,' she thought. 'And I get to see Kris. God I miss him, wonder if he misses me? What if he's just trying to be nice by letting be come see him? What happens if he doesn't want to be friends anymore?' She stopped her thoughts there and looked down to see that she was listening to 'Tears Don't Fall' by Bullet For My Valentine. </div><div align="left"><br />'Wow what's with all the depression?' she asked, searching through the songs until she came to her favorite song, 'Don't Stop Believing.'</div><div align="left"><br />Kris also listened to Journey on his trip, all of the greatest hits. He pulled into the parking lot at the airport just after five thirty and made his way to baggage claim just as Nikki's plane was landing. </div><div align="left"><br />Nikki slowly walked through the airport, taking everything in. She went to find her one checked bad and after waiting about ten minutes it came down the conveyor belt and she picked it up with ease. She turned around to see a tall man with dark chocolate brown eyes, dark brown hair pulled back under an RBK hat, Kristopher. </div><div align="left"><br />"Bonjour Nicolette."</div><div align="left"><br />"Bonjour Kristopher."</div><div align="left"><br />Everyone around them in the busy airport spoke French. Nikki spoke to Kris in French as well but with her American accent she stuck out. Many different dialects were being spoken with different accents, but none seemed as smooth as Kris', at least not to Nikki. </div><div align="left"><br />She had heard his voice the night before, but hearing it on the phone was nothing like the experience of hearing it in person. She wished that he wasn't wearing that hat and that she could see his hair. She knew though that a backwards baseball cap was both his and her own style, and she adjusted the black Penguins' hat she was wearing. The ends that stuck out from under his hat were enough for her, leaving the rest to the imagination. </div><div align="left"><br />Once they made it passed the crowded part of the airport they moved to a tiny area and Kris pulled her into a hug. "I've missed you Nikki," the first thing he had said in English all night.</div><div align="left"><br />"I've missed you too," she smiled as she breathed in his intoxicating scent. "I like it better when we speak in French." He held her at arms length and she smiled, embarrassed. "I didn't mean to say that out loud."</div><div align="left"><br />"It's okay," he smiled. "We can speak in French if you want," he said in French. </div>mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891423913606617965.post-21682313658708960792009-06-10T22:40:00.000-04:002009-06-10T22:41:19.954-04:00Meeting Young SidneySo this is where you're going to want to kill me. *sheilds face* Sidney Crosby pulled out of the parking lot and decided that he was going to sign. We were told to get in an orderly line and that he would sign for all of us. We all got in line, I was either the third or fourth. My friend had my jersey down at the light and was trying to get Geno to sign for me, the attempt was unsuccessful. So I thought to myself, "What am I going to have him sign." I looked down at the Guins shirt I was wearing and said, "Okay he's going to sign my shirt." I got up to his car, handed him the sharpie and he signed my shirt, on the stomach of the Penguin and I'm sure you know where that falls. Yes Sidney Crosby touched me! Sorry I'm okay again. My camera which was hanging on my wrist accidently bumped his car and I apologized at least three times, he was a sweet heart and said, "Don't worry about it." I thanked him for signing my shirt at least three times. The funny thing was the whole time I was standing less than a foot from the man, when he touched me, when I touched his car, I wasn't thinking "Oh my God it's Sidney Crosby," No, I was thinking, "Wow his beard looks good in person." I know I am such a lame and probably the only female Penguins' fan who would be thinking that while that close to Sidney Patrick Crosby. After I walked away there was about a three second span that I turned into a puck bunny, jumped up and in a little kid voice said, quietly, "Sidney." Overall it was a good time.mrsjordanstaal11http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896223389590672397noreply@blogger.com1