tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72690235226699333832024-02-19T08:08:54.402-08:00Tangled Up In YouJessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-45675537387901664122011-06-13T22:26:00.000-07:002011-06-13T23:51:23.721-07:00[-Chapter 22-]<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kailyn's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">POV</span><div><br /></div><div>I wake up in the early hours of the morning out of habit. I crack my eyes open to look at the alarm clock that reads 5:13. I pull the covers up closer to my face, snuggling back in the bed and back into Kris's arms, which makes this my favorite part of my day. He does it out of habit, but as his arms snake around me in an anaconda-like vice, I don't mind at all. In fact, I squirm my way back closer to him, maybe even a little too close as I feel a certain something come to life. </div><div><br /></div><div>I sigh before taking his hand in mine and lightly kissing his knuckles. I turn around to face him, pushing his sexy hair out of his face before trailing my hands down from his shoulders to his abs, lightly tracing the out line of them. But then my hand lingers, just at that goody trail that leads to the recently awaken beast that lies underneath his boxers. And I do mean <i>beast</i>.. And yes, this is not the first time I've noticed this, and no, I don't have experience in this area, but judging by the size of my hand compared to the situation in front of me, I know damn well that saying he is well endowed would not be a lie. </div><div><br /></div><div>I bite my lip nervously, my hand nearly inches from the bulge in his underwear, and I just stare at him as I start to clam up. I've been thinking long and hard about this for a while, and in the course of the 4 months that I have known Kris, I can't help but feel extremely close to him. And he obviously cares for me. He's never once tried to push me past any limits I didn't want to break down yet. Not that it didn't clearly take a massive amount of strength and restraint on his side, because I know I haven't exactly taken it easy on him. And who could? The instant he starts kissing me my body betrays me, wanting to do all kinds of naughty things while my mind on the other hand can't quite catch up and keeps saying no.</div><div><br /></div><div>The difference now is that I know that I'm ready, that I'm ready for this and I'm ready for him. And when I say him, I mean him completely. This is something I never wanted to admit, but I don't think I could imagine my life without him now. </div><div><br /></div><div>Taking a deep breath and nestling my head into his neck, I extend my hand those last couple of inches and grab him lightly through his shorts. I get a small unconscious whimper in response, and it's automatically gratifying, making me tighten my grasp, to which he extends his pelvis. I start slowly moving my hand up and down while pressing my lips to his, and it's then that he finally wakes up, although slightly disoriented. My actions have obviously taken him by surprise as his eyes go wide and his bode freezes, but mine doesn't as I slowly continue the movement of my hand. He reaches down and grabs my hand in his, squeezing it gently while I look up into his deep, clouded eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kailyn</span>," he starts, but I don't want to listen to his rational explanation as to why we should stop right now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kris's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">POV</span></div><div><br /></div><div>"Just kiss me," she whispers in an almost inaudible voice while once again starting the motion of her hand. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my composure, but let's face it, it's been a while since "little Kris" has had any action, and I'm finding it very hard to ask her to stop, so I kiss her just as she asks, but timidly. If she's just trying to explore, then I have to do my best to let her. And so maybe I'll have to take a cold shower later, but to me it would be worth it as her lips work magic on mine. She lightly tugs on my shoulders, indicating she wants to roll over until I'm on top of her and in between her legs.</div><div><br /></div><div>For the life of me, as I can almost feel the heat from the center of her core, I can't decide if this is heaven or if this is hell.</div><div><br /></div><div>Her touches are driving me crazy, so I finally decide to give her a little taste of her own medicine. I'm also suspecting that I'll be able to keep control of myself better as long as she's at my mercy, and I'm not at hers. </div><div><br /></div><div>I push her down into the bed, kissing her neck while slowly moving my hand up and gently rubbing her through the thin fabric of her panties. I get a low groan in response, and it makes me want to rip her shirt and panties off and push myself deep inside of her, but instead I take a deep breath, pulling my composure together and lift myself off of her body to give a little space in between us, to which she slightly objects. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kailyn's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">POV</span></div><div><br /></div><div>He lifts his head up and studies my face, kisses me lightly on the lips once and then pulls away, pushing my hair slightly out of my face. I don't know how to respond to his sudden retraction.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Is something wrong?" I ask in a small voice, hoping I didn't make an idiot of myself by trying to start something here tonight. He clears his voice before speaking up.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I just don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with," he says with a small shrug of his shoulders. His comment instant makes the butterflies churn in my stomach. This is what he does to me. He is just so sweet to me that it definitely can't be good for my ego. I look up into his eyes, seeing for the first time how hard he's trying to behave, and honestly, all it makes me want to do is be naughty. </div><div><br /></div><div>I reach down to the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head as I watch his greedy eyes taking in every inch of skin that is exposed to him. He shakes his head before slamming his lips down on mine, hungrily kissing my neck and collar bone before his kisses once again become slow and sweet, obviously regaining his control. But the strange thing is, I don't want him to be in control. I want to see him let go, using me however he sees fit.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Touch me again," I whisper <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">breathily</span> into his ear, taking his hand and guiding it to where I want it to be. He uses more pressure this time, and I try as hard as I can to not squeal in response but I fail, only making him more eager. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kris's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">POV</span></div><div><br /></div><div>She's trying to kill me, that's all there is to it. She's trying to literally make my brain explode as I try to take my time and try to think about anything but the way she's so wet. So instead, I withdraw my hand and push myself up against her, rubbing myself against her center in an attempt to get some kind of relief for myself, but it only makes her whimpers get louder and in return makes me get that much harder, as if I thought that was even possible. </div><div><br /></div><div>I take another deep breath, grabbing one of her breasts in my hand and giving it a gently squeeze before slowing dragging my thumb around her nipple, watching as it hardens at my touches. I look down at her, only to find her eyes meeting mine as we hold it's others gazes. She slowly reaches down and beings to remove her panties, the only article of clothing keeping me from the hot pool between her legs. I know it will take every ounce of control I have to make myself behave, but I can only watch as she shimmies out of them and tosses them onto the ground.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Now yours," she commands quietly before gently stroking me once again, reminding me once again about the current situation I'm in. She pulls my boxers off and throws them on the ground before I can even think to stop her. She leans up to kiss me, but I stop her.</div><div><br /></div><div>"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Kailyn</span>?" I manage to muster out, knowing I can't take much more of this for very long.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I'm sure about this," she says while shaking her head, trying to get me to shut my mouth. "I'm sure about you," she whispers before looking me in the eyes as hers start to fill with tears. She pulls me down so I'm laying completely on top of her again. "I want you," she whispers, raising her hips for emphasis as if I didn't get what she meant. </div><div><br /></div><div>"God, I want you too,"I respond, grinding against her once again as we both react with a groan. I kiss her gently, trailing my hand down and slowly inserting a finger inside of her, just to test her reaction. When she raises her hips in response again, I gently insert another finger. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Don't make me wait any longer," she pants as I rub her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">clit</span> with two fingers. I reach down and kiss her, slowly rubbing myself against her hot entrance. I position myself to enter her, but look down at her one more time, just for the final okay.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Kailyn's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">POV</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I simply nod my head yes, and grab a handful of his hair as I brace myself for the pain I have heard is torturous. He slowly enters me, and I gasp out in pain. I instantly wish I wouldn't have as I feel him freeze, looking down at me to gauge my reaction. I try to hide them, but fail as tears begin to form in my eyes. He remains still, letting me get use to the way he stretches me wide. Almost as if trying to distract me, he moves his hands to my breasts again and his mouth to my neck. I feel myself arching my back and leaning my head to the opposite side, giving him more space. I know he's trying to make the pain go away, and it's actually working as he takes my mind off of it and onto other things.</div><div><br /></div><div>The pain begins to subside, and I think he can tell as well as he slowly begins to move once again with slow, gentle thrusts. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kris's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">POV</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I continue with my gentle pace, watching as her back arches and she's almost beginning to start making little cat noises again. I can tell she's close, but I also know I'm closer. I think of all of the guys disgusting hockey habits, trying to get my mind off of anything but the beautiful woman under me. </div><div><br /></div><div>She screams out, and when she does my name is on her tongue, making me want to slam my body down into hers in an attempt to make her scream more. She emits one last <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">screeching</span> yell, right before I fall over the edge with her. I lay my head on her shoulder, taking deep breaths while trying to not seem to happy that all of this finally happened. </div><div><br /></div><div>I pick up my head only to see that tears are profusely falling from here eyes. </div><div><br /></div><div>"I love you," she blurts out, not keeping anything from me anymore now. </div><div><br /></div><div>I look down into her eyes, letting her see that I feel exactly the same.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I love you too," I whisper, before softly pressing my lips to hers.</div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-39752773429960896632011-06-13T10:46:00.000-07:002011-06-13T10:47:21.194-07:008 Years later...... and I'm working on an update, I promise. For whoever is still out there reading, look for it to be posted within the next couple of days.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-35174109051100739672010-01-20T21:11:00.000-08:002010-01-20T21:15:24.797-08:00[-Chapter 21-]<div align="left">Didn't proof read it, but after <em>ages; </em>it's finally up.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br /><br />The road trip is over, and I find myself surprisingly in a good mood even though we lost both games and played like absolute shit. I never understood it before... sure, I'd go out with the guys, party it up, tell myself that I was having a good time. And I was. But that was all it ever was. A <em>good</em> time. It wasn't excellent, it wasn't extraordinary. As they say, it was what it was. But now, sliding into my car to head home, I'm not in a sullen mood like some of the other single guys on the team. Sure, they are going out.. they are probably going to get drunk off their asses and laid, but somehow I think I got dealt the better cards tonight. They don't have Kailyn to go home to..<br /><br />They all assume that I'm in a rush to get home because <em>I'm</em> going to get laid too... and naturally I let them think what they want to. There is no use trying to tell those guys that I'm not getting any tonight, and I probably won't get lucky in the morning either. I've seen the shit eating grins they get when they know I'm meeting up with Kailyn after games. The way they pat me on the back on my way out doesn't help matters. They think I'm in there.. they think I'm getting what every man wants.. But I'm not like that. Not about Kailyn anyways.<br /><br />At least to an extent.<br /><br />To say I don't think about it would be a fib. To say it hasn't gotten harder for me to resist since she's gotten more comfortable around me, therefore there is more of a lack of clothing now, would be an absolute lie. And to say I'm not dying of absolute anticipation would be a complete fallacy.<br /><br />But as I pull into my drive way, I do just like I would every other night; take a deep breath to lower my heart rate from thinking about her, and get all X-rated thoughts out of my mind.<br /><br />Climbing out of my car, I try to make the least amount of noise possible. I move to the door, shutting it softly before glancing around the room, only to find that there is a minimal amount of lights on and it is dead silent. I walk around the corner from the kitchen to the dining room, only to find it vacant once again aside from the mass amount of school books lying on my table and a lamp close to that vicinity turned on. I glance up the stairs at my bedroom, but the door is shut, just like I left it before the road trip, so I'm guessing she's not there either. Sighing in frustration, I can only hope that she didn't stand me up. She said she would be here when I got back..<br /><br />I lean back against the kitchen counter and run my hands through my hair, a habit she says is my 'tell' of when I'm frustrated or not. I ponder over the reasons she isn't here, but then I catch a glimpse of her books out of the corner of my eye. I walk over to the table and glance down at the paper she has sitting on top of them. They look to be some sort of notes, and in the top corner is bright red it says '<em>Test Wed. 12th'</em>. Pulling out my cell phone, I check the date only to find that it's the 11th. A smile spreads across my face as I realize she must be here somewhere. She'd <em>never</em> leave her books lying around the night before a test.<br /><br />Walking away from the table, I move back into the living room where I see Archie pop his head up over the top of the couch. I smile at his excited form before shaking my head and leaving to look in all the other bedrooms for her. I get a couple of steps away when I realize that Archie isn't yet big enough to see over the top of the couch on his own.<br /><br />I walk back over to the couch, petting his head before peaking over, finding Kailyn on the couch, text book in hand, glasses on, and completely passed out. I chuckle before moving over toward her, taking the book from her hand and scooping her up in my arms and take her upstairs.<br /><br />I lay her on the bed, and she stirs a little as I move away from her, and the next thing I know she's grabbing my arm, not allowing me to move any further.<br /><br />"What time is it?" she mumbles while rubbing her eyes with her free hand. She's got to be the most adorable exhausted person I think I've ever seen.<br /><br />I glance down at my phone once again before replying, "A little after one," before pushing her hair out of her face and reaching for her glasses, taking them off and setting them on the night stand next to the bed. "Get some sleep," I add before leaning down and kissing her on the forehead. I'm about to get up again when she grabs my arm again, making me look down at her.<br /><br />"Can you just hold me for a while," she mumbles while scooting over in the bed. "It feels like I haven't seen you in ages," she pouts while looking over her shoulder at me.<br /><br />I simply not my head while grinning ever so slightly before slipping out of my shoes, removing my jeans and taking my shirt off and then crawl in bed with her.<br /><br />As we lay there, nothing is said between the two of us, but as I sit with my head pressed to her back, I listen to the sound of her heart beating.<br /><br />It amazes me how that simple sound can still make me nervous after all this time.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-25563312243535699572009-09-17T12:57:00.000-07:002009-09-18T17:02:02.720-07:00[-Chapter 20-]<div align="left">Yes, the dog is still kickin'. Sorry, but he'll be coming back into play soon. lol And I went to vacation at Beaver Lake... so pretty. Okay, it's short, but an update finally.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br />I stand in the shower longer than I should, but I can't help but enjoy the calm surroundings as I let the warm water run over my body. Some people run to clear their minds, but this is what I do. I let out a sigh, knowing I should get out sooner or later before I turn into a complete prune before I hear the door open. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I come to the realization that it's Kris. I quickly rinse off, grabbing the towel I had hanging over the shower door and turn the water off. I give my hair a quick shake, before drying off and wrapping the towel around me. I step out of the shower to see him leaning back against the counter, his arms crossed against his chest as he watches me. It's then that I take in his attire; he has a suit on. I forgot about that stupid road trip coming up..<br /><br />As I continue to take the site of him in, I don't know when I became this way. I don't know when my face started lighting up when my phone goes off, hoping and praying it's him. I don't know when caring for him wasn't the issue anymore, almost as if it was as natural as breathing and the issue changed to wanting to be enough for him, wanting him to care for me like I do him. And I don't know a moment in my life that I've ever been happier than finding out that he did.<br /><br />And most importantly, I don't know when I started hating myself for all of this. For letting this happen. For letting him in. For falling <em>so damn hard</em> for him.<br /><br />I've told myself a million times that I need to get a hold of myself, I need to control my emotions, that I can't let my mind get the best of me. And that's exactly what I've been telling myself is in charge of my actions; my mind. Not my heart... that would mean that I loved him with ever fiber of my being, and admitting that at this point is way to scary.<br /><br />It's not natural. Normal people don't fall for others this quickly. It's not rational. I know all of these things, but no matter how many times I run these simple ideas through my head, it's like my mind can't grasp the concept of it.<br /><br /><br />As he stares back at me, I know he knows something is up. I know that he's been wondering what my problem is for a while now. I practically attacked him, taunted him even, on more than one occasion and then become this quiet, reserved Kailyn again. He's never said anything or even brought it up, but I know he's wondering what the hell is wrong with me.<br /><br /><br />The only thing that is bothering me is that I'm scared as hell. I'm a chicken shit. Happiness is within my grasp, literally, and it's almost as if I'm digging my heels in, not wanting to be tugged any closer to it. I know I could love him, possibly even might, and even though he's never said those three words to me, I can see it in his ever motion; the way he looks at me, the way he holds me, and it scares the hell out of me.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br /><br />She's doing it again. She's been doing it for a while now. She'll stare at me, biting her bottom lip the slightest bit while her eyes have this far off gaze, and then her eyes refocus on me, and they go wide in fear. She smiles at me faintly before wrapping her towel tighter around her body and finally making her way over toward me.<br /><br /><br />"When do you get back?" She asks while laying her head on my shoulder, getting my suit slightly wet, but I could care less at this point. I wrap my arms around her, making her release a content sigh.<br /><br /><br />"Four days," I mumble back quietly into her hair. She pulls away a little bit from me and looks up at me.<br /><br /><br />"Okay. Call me when you're back in town and I'll come over. I mean, if you want me to that is," she rambles, trying to back away from me but I won't let her.<br /><br /><br />"Don't do that," I mutter a little more angrily that needed. Knowing she's looking for a way out, I pick her up an put her on the counter, putting my arms on both sides of her body so she can't get away. "Don't do this to me," I reiterate. "Not now," I add after there is a couple of seconds of silence between us. "You don't get to act like this is just casual, because I'm way to invested in this now for you to run away from me now, okay?" I say in a softer voice before leaning down to kiss her. Things get heated, real quick and I find myself using all the force I have to pull away, just like I always do. I take a deep breath before looking up at her. "So, we're good?" She nods her head 'yes' before that shy smile of hers crosses her face that drives me crazy. "Okay then. You better be in this house when I get back," I command with a smile before kissing her one last time and turning away from her, knowing if I don't leave now, I'm never going to.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-43870026981691367652009-08-04T05:37:00.000-07:002009-08-04T10:45:55.988-07:00[-Chapter 19-]<div align="left">It's kind of a short one, but this one got requested to be updated along with others, and I just got back from vacation so I'm doing the best I can. :-)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br /><br />After deciding that provoking him was just down right mean, especially since even though I was coming around to the idea, I knew that I wouldn't be acting on my threats in the near future. At least that's what I keep telling myself, but every time I'm around him it keeps getting that more tempting and that much harder to turn his cute baby face down. Luckily for me, this time I had a distraction to tear myself away; my phone rang. He gave me a peck on the cheek before heading into the kitchen and cleaning up, part of our regular routine. I loved cooking but hated cleaning it up, and he was more than willing to pick up after me if it meant getting a home cooked meal. We worked together well in situations like that. After he had finished cleaning up and no longer than 5 seconds after I had hung up my cell phone I felt his arms snaking around me waist, his head following suit and resting on my shoulder, something he almost had to hunch over to do.<br /><br />"Who was that?" he asks before kissing my neck lightly, having the same effect he normally does; making me squirm like crazy.<br /><br />"Lacy," I reply simply, cocking my neck to the side a little bit to give him more space to work with.<br /><br />"What did she want?" he prods, wanting more detail than I'm giving him, something else that happens regularly.<br /><br />"For me to go have coffee with her, Ty, and Jodi."<br /><br />"Then what are you still doing standing here? Shouldn't you be getting ready?" he asks, confusion crossing his once simple face.<br /><br />"I'm not going," I reply while turning around so that I'm facing him. I start to get closer to his chest, just wanting to rest there, but his arms that are on my hips lock, making me stay at least an arm length away from him.<br /><br />"Why not?" he asks, keeping me the same distance away from him even though I'm struggling against him.<br /><br />"Because I want to stay here with you," I answer simply while shrugging my shoulders.<br /><br />"No."<br /><br />"What do you mean no?" I ask incredulously, getting slightly defensive as my voice starts to get an edge to it. A smirk crosses his face, almost as if he is amused with the way I'm behaving.<br /><br />"I mean no," he replies simply, leaning down to place a kiss on my cheek even though I'm trying to squirm away from him now. I stick my lip out in a attempt to pout, but even that just has him chuckling at me and rolling his eyes playfully. "Someone has a birthday coming up," he says while taking his first finger and tapping my nose, making me giggle in response. "And how am I ever suppose to get any shopping done if I can't get away from you long enough," he jokes while ruffling up my hair. I stick my tongue out at him, childish I know, but satisfying nonetheless.<br /><br />"Okay," I reply while pulling him down on the couch next to me. "I'll go," I continue before starting to place kisses down his jawline. "But there is one catch."<br /><br />"Oh God, please let it be easier to handle than the previous one," he mumbles, almost more to himself than to me, but it has me smirking anyways.<br /><br />"It is, promise," I say while holding me hand up and crossing two fingers to show I'm being serious. "We're gonna play rock paper scissors for it." He looks as me incredulously as I pull one leg up on the couch, making it easier for me to face him before opening one hand flat and putting my other hand on top of it in a fist, the typical starting point for my game.<br /><br /><em>"Rock paper scissors?" </em>he questions, his brow furrowing as he continues to look at me. I nod my head, making him laugh at me before he places his hands like mine.<br /><br />"3 out of 5. You win, I go. If I win, I stay," I say, laying down the rules to which he only nods his head at me. He picks rock every time, but I switch it up and pick scissors, paper, scissors, and then scissors one last time, which has him beating me. I'm looking at him like I can't believe I just got beat, and he just smirks at me.<br /><br />"The odds always favor rock," he says through his smirk.<br /><br />"The <em>odds</em>?" I ask, and he just nods his head at me in return. "Great, so you just hustled me at rock paper scissors," I continue while shaking my head and laughing slightly.<br /><br />"Mhmm," he replies while standing up and pulling me up off the couch with him. "Now be a good little loser and go get ready." I stick my tongue out at him once more before heading for the shower.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-350686147056982872009-07-17T19:11:00.000-07:002009-07-17T19:45:31.698-07:00[-Chapter 18-]So I got caught in between chapters, so this is just a short one.. kind of a filler more than a chapter. Sorry it's so short, but I figured the next part would be long, so I felt like I needed to break it up a little.<br /><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br />I watch her from my spot on the couch in the living room as she moves around in the kitchen, opening drawer after drawer in search for whatever she needed, only to find it's no where to be seen and moving on to another set of drawers. I had offered to help her, to at least show her where everything was when she needed it, but she booted me out of the kitchen anyways. I love that she's independent, but I think I loved watching her bare legs prancing around in my kitchen better.<br /><br />After finally finding what she needs, she stands in front of the stove, cracking eggs in the skillet in front of her until she finally feels my gaze on her and she looks up and in my direction. She smiles before her face turns the slightest shade of pink. I love that after this much time, I can still do that to her, almost as if she'd completely shocked or caught off guard when she catches me watching her.<br /><br />About another 5 minutes later, she makes her way out into the living room with me, plate in hand with two forks. She sits on the arm rest of the couch, her legs resting on top of mine as she hands me a fork before digging in herself to what looks like a pretty good omelet. We sit in silence, eating quietly until she speaks up.<br /><br />"So, why didn't you?" she asks quietly before taking another bite, almost as if she'd been thinking this over in her head all morning and finally got the courage to ask.<br /><br />"Do what?" I reply in between bites. This might be the best damn omelet I've ever had.. She rolls some of the remaining food left on the plate around with her fork, almost wondering how to even approach telling me whatever is on her mind.<br /><br />"Well," she starts while laying her fork down on the plate, directing all of her attention to me, which worries me a little bit. Maybe this is a little more serious than I thought.. "If you wanted it, last night would have been your perfect opportunity to get in my pants," she says with a small smile, the same smile reflecting on my face as I can't help but laugh at the blunt way she has of saying things sometimes. "But you didn't," she continues while looking down at her hands, a much more serious look coming across her face as she continues to stare at her hands like they are the most interesting things she's ever seen. "Why?"<br /><br />I look up at her, at how insecure she's become all of a sudden before putting my fork on the plate next to hers, and then leaning forward and putting the plate on the coffee table I'm resting my feet on. I take her hands in mine, trying to get all of her attention focused on me, but she's still skeptical I can tell.<br /><br />"If it ever happens," I start, being more specific than I was last night. I've learned I have to be, otherwise she takes my vague answers and uses them against me. She's definitely going to be a good lawyer one day, because she can dominate me in most serious conversations, which is so frustrating sometimes. "I want you to want it to, I don't want you to feel like I pressured you, and I don't ever want you to think you have to give in to keep me around." I definitely have her attention now, her eyes intently locked with mine as she just stares at me, almost begging me to continue. I see her eyes start to water up, but she has a slight smile on her face so I can only assume that she likes what she's hearing, so I go on. "And I definitely want you in the right state of mind if I'm going to have my way with you," I chuckle before leaning toward her and kissing her lips lightly. She's timid at first, but then I feel her pressing her body up to mine, and I know that for now, we're okay. She pulls away, looking down at her hands as she just shakes her head, almost as if she's sorry she even doubted me. "I don't think you're ready for anything like that yet though," I state, looking up at her to show that I'm serious. "And there's nothing wrong with that," I add as I feel her stiffen against my touches.<br /><br />She looks up at me, that mischievous grin of hers once again appearing on her face before she speaks up for the first time in a while.<br /><br />"Okay," she says while nodding her head. "There's just one <em>small </em>catch," she continues while moving from the arm rest until she's straddling my legs, her fingers running through the hair at the nape of my neck, making a shiver run down my spine.<br /><br />"There normally is with you," I say as light hearted as possible as I take a deep breath, trying my hardest to control myself.<br /><br />"I perfectly intend," she starts while leaning down and kissing a line from my jaw to the shell of my ear and stopping there, "on changing you're mind," she whispers in my ear in a sultry voice before pulling back from me enough for me to see that I'm dealing with the confident Kailyn I encountered last night, which means nothing good for me.<br /><br />Oh damn..Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-34200803084264329712009-07-16T19:16:00.001-07:002009-07-16T19:23:18.998-07:00As promised..Okay, pictures as promised. Sid's aren't that great, but it's the best I've seen. I'm feeling better tonight, so I'll probably work on an update.. expect it tonight or tomorrow sometime.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkV9Kf_77PpWFKz0JQi9ryJVZGqrLW6rAeoAn8tVUfC7KB95eVy2SS_B8s8U_RLEpGdU2EC8FJlads3V7mVFLL_1vs2HXfUi3afhgTNY5YhfvZOxSJzILrz1cb76aeyAPCzeiyT7TlzMf0/s1600-h/znk0v4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359248416418219682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkV9Kf_77PpWFKz0JQi9ryJVZGqrLW6rAeoAn8tVUfC7KB95eVy2SS_B8s8U_RLEpGdU2EC8FJlads3V7mVFLL_1vs2HXfUi3afhgTNY5YhfvZOxSJzILrz1cb76aeyAPCzeiyT7TlzMf0/s400/znk0v4.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvwxHfez5_m7-BuFIx2-VYddL7YYRh63oQKvZbhwEy0OiPATve-Fg5Jura2O2WAbrjKrgwzVZpFHRnCx6pv0bdT9GomZuaolljlm1sIouIomu1aLjVIk9wRzFzgCsP8sChSJE9ASGisY1Z/s1600-h/wpe35.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359248409716919826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvwxHfez5_m7-BuFIx2-VYddL7YYRh63oQKvZbhwEy0OiPATve-Fg5Jura2O2WAbrjKrgwzVZpFHRnCx6pv0bdT9GomZuaolljlm1sIouIomu1aLjVIk9wRzFzgCsP8sChSJE9ASGisY1Z/s400/wpe35.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTDUTqn33JCx6wmKNY1qWdA__I2nJGMAD7OBMEwWQV8m1C5rg2mqP9mgDJRrd6nEru_m957DxFzy7LnUj21-E76Fd8lt3Sq8tPI_KT9lmzR6KY9_l_po7T6cPwKmk5YwzoDvoyBOdx_KV/s1600-h/2j2w8so.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359248403099515138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTDUTqn33JCx6wmKNY1qWdA__I2nJGMAD7OBMEwWQV8m1C5rg2mqP9mgDJRrd6nEru_m957DxFzy7LnUj21-E76Fd8lt3Sq8tPI_KT9lmzR6KY9_l_po7T6cPwKmk5YwzoDvoyBOdx_KV/s400/2j2w8so.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83y0Avb1leRwiUcQlg7ERJr9aDohrODkaD4JyTrie8HsbKJc_Z3lsRMKO5apqgSInEkyGXoCGz-5F0AJZuZU5lE1AungqxsYTfGZQaik-rGRcZ2rmWHUR-kAtU04jKzI2KPLKDJcE0iH4/s1600-h/miami3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359248405998813474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83y0Avb1leRwiUcQlg7ERJr9aDohrODkaD4JyTrie8HsbKJc_Z3lsRMKO5apqgSInEkyGXoCGz-5F0AJZuZU5lE1AungqxsYTfGZQaik-rGRcZ2rmWHUR-kAtU04jKzI2KPLKDJcE0iH4/s400/miami3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgHvYDBaHr7LIaD_V-KMONZyQtzgeKyqAVGWfLt-R3TjyeeLePOkiiPXJRaPBZWj0v44m7X89UIqididYEYF1TLBtrq7IKnMNaFMbu09EL0oKGvoV2jQn2qv3W4sSy7gZzb8bGgHfMrO2/s1600-h/miami.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359248399882218946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgHvYDBaHr7LIaD_V-KMONZyQtzgeKyqAVGWfLt-R3TjyeeLePOkiiPXJRaPBZWj0v44m7X89UIqididYEYF1TLBtrq7IKnMNaFMbu09EL0oKGvoV2jQn2qv3W4sSy7gZzb8bGgHfMrO2/s400/miami.jpg" /></a></div></div></div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-56471522518663529862009-07-09T13:17:00.000-07:002009-07-09T14:23:23.434-07:00[-Chapter 17-]Well first off, I have more free candy pics that I might post later.. They aren't of Kris, but hey, Geno and Sid are looking pretty good. :-) I can't really gauge your reactions to see if you like the pictures, or are just annoyed. haha. Oh, Kris and TK did the weather report the other day.. it was pretty cute. Here's the link. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIEMnE8_ZJM&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIEMnE8_ZJM&feature=related</a> They also have part 2 in the sidebar, which is my favorite one, along with another video taken from the same day. Idk about you all, but Kris can be my weather man <em>any</em> day. I'm not even from Pitt and I can't speak french either, but I still enjoyed it. :-)<br /><br /><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br />The incessant buzz of an alarm clock pulls me out of the light sleep I had been in, only making my headache pound harder. I'm about to mumble a list of profanities as I consider turning the alarm clock off, but making no move toward it. Seconds later, I feel an arm reach across my body to turn it off, and my eyes automatically pop open, only to find Kris's muscled chest in front of my eyes before he moves back over to his side of the bed.<br /><br /><br />I look down at myself, seeing my bare shoulders besides the thin line of a bra strap, and I automatically go into panic mode. I pick the covers up a little, glancing down only to find that I only have underwear on, and nothing else besides my bra. I put my hand over my eyes, cursing myself for drinking so much last night and now not being able to remember anything as a side effect.<br /><br />"Done with the inventory?" Kris asks, catching me off guard. I thought I was having this <em>'Oh shit..'</em> moment by myself, but I guess I was wrong.<br /><br />"Quick question," I say quietly while pulling the covers up around my neck before rolling over to face him, wanting very much to reach out and slap that cocky grin off his face. "Where are my clothes?"<br /><br />He picks the covers up for a peak, seeing that I don't have anything besides underwear on for himself, and he just chuckles to himself.<br /><br />"Well..??" I prod, hoping I'm not wearing clothes for a much different reason than the only one going through my mind.<br /><br />"Well, you took your shirt off before we made it up the stairs, but you definitely had pants on when I brought you up here. I don't know what you did with them throughout the night," he adds with a laugh and a small smile.<br /><br />Now it's my turn to pick up the covers, only to find that his pants are in fact intact, and that makes me relax a little bit as he once again laughs at me.<br /><br />"So last night..." I start, to which he nods his head in a '<em>please continue..'</em> sort of way. "There was no.." I stop, not knowing how to continue as he cocks his head to the side, obviously enjoying this. "I mean, we didn't.." I continue to stutter while motioning my hand between the two of us in a way to symbolize <em>'us' </em>before placing my hand on my forehead and squeezing my eyes closed in frustration<em>,</em> which once again has him chuckling at me.<br /><br />"No," he says simply while shaking his head, a grin crossing his face.<br /><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br />I see a look of relief cross over her face before she snuggles in closer to me, resting her head on my chest, just like what would happen every other morning, except it's not a normal morning. Not really anyways...<br /><br />On normal mornings, she isn't pressing her tempting, mostly naked body up next to mine. I try to think about smelly hockey gloves, getting slammed into the boards, anything to try and draw my attention away from her, but it all comes up to equal a fail. I can't tear my thoughts away from the way her body feels pressed next to mine, the way she fits in my arms, and the way she doesn't even realize what she's doing to me.<br /><br />That's one of the things I've always loved about her. She doesn't even seem aware of her sexiness.. apart from last night that is. Last night, she just had this confidence about her, and it was damn sexy.<br /><br />"So, I'm glad nothing happened last night," she starts while looking up at me, her chin pressing into my shoulder to get my attention.<br /><br />"Why's that?" I ask, holding her delicate small hands in my larger ones, looking at the way the appear together.<br /><br />"Well, because if I couldn't remember it, it probably wasn't that memorable," she says with a shit eating grin. I look down at her, rolling her over and starting to tickle her, loving how she squirms in response.<br /><br />"Oh, when it happens, it's going to be memorable," I reply as I finally stop due to all her repeated pleas before leaning down and kissing her on the forehead, trying to ignore the way one of her legs is slowly wrapping around mine.<br /><br />"So, you're saying it will happen?" she asks, once again going into the same mode she was last night, trying to make me squirm now and it's definitely working before I automatically wish I hadn't have even of went there.<br /><br />"No, I didn't mean it like that, I was--" I start, pulling away to look at her to show her I'm serious but stopping when I see that same shit eating grin on her face.<br /><br />"I'm just kidding," she says before kissing me and leaning over the side of the bed to pick up my tshirt, putting it on before she heads toward the door. "What happened to you, you use to have a sense of humor," she jokes before jogging down the stairs when she sees I'm hot on her trail.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-53077802496305036082009-06-30T11:51:00.001-07:002009-06-30T11:57:26.875-07:00Not an update, sorry..<div>First off, thanks for all the comments on the last post. 11.. whoo! You all rock. :-)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I just thought I'd share this with all of you.. the cup touring is starting. Yay. <a href="http://www.essarcentre.ca/events.aspx?ID=208">http://www.essarcentre.ca/events.aspx?ID=208</a>. And, if that isn't exciting enough, this little beaut showed up on the Internet.. I figured you all would be some ladies who could enjoy it. It's kind of fuzzy, but muscles? Um.. yes please. :-) lol Enjoy!</div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353196470838846866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVfBxUTAzMFMcynKQHlgbrjBl8wesf_YhEdguJ6gTLF6IBpOjxog9J_UFW10TAq4poFMmdM2A0IDg1BJANBvUVyi0zeqnztKWyG1Zp_0kjDOtRNKAne7sBSy49WXYUDebYmZR5wq2kGcyI/s400/letang.jpg" /><br /><div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-15907254406214165362009-06-25T11:01:00.000-07:002009-06-25T11:11:00.827-07:00[-Chapter 16-]I know, I had such good timing with the ending of the last post, huh? haha. Hopefully this lives up to every ones expectations, I tried to do it justice. lol<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br /><br />Kailyn walks over toward me, a mischievous smile on her face which tells me she is up to absolutely no good.<br /><br /><br />"Ready to go?" I ask while grabbing for her hand. She nods in response, so I pull her through the crowd, waving a goodbye to the guys on our way out. We make our way outside, getting in my car and riding home in silence. When we get to my house, I help her up the stairs and into the house. I sit down on the couch, waiting for her to join me like we do every night, but she just stands a couple steps away and looks at me. I raise my hand toward her, signaling for her to join me, but that mischievous grin crosses her face again, and I can only imagine that means nothing good for me.<br /><br /><br />She takes my hand as she makes her way toward me, but she doesn't sit down next to me like she would on a normal night. Instead she sits on my lap, straddling my legs as her arms wrap around the back of my neck, my hands finding their way to her thighs instinctively before she leans down and kisses me softly. Just when I'm about to press my lips up harder to hers she pulls away, almost taunting me.<br /><br /><br />"What's this for?" I ask while kissing her cheek gently.<br /><br /><br />"Thank you..." she mumbles while trailing her hands down my chest at an achingly slow pace and placing kisses on my jaw.<br /><br /><br />"For?"<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br /><br />Seductive.. think seductively. Shit.. I've got nothing. It would probably be easier to think in general if I hadn't of had so much to drink. Okay... think. What would Angelina Jolie do? She would be removing clothing, no doubt about it, so I reach for his shirt and tug on it. Okay, so she'd actually probably have already been jumping him, but that idea just makes me laugh. I open my eyes to find him watching me, a cute confused look on his face. Crap.. laughing equals not seductive, not tempting. Laughing equals fail.<br /><br /><br />"For taking me out," I whisper, barely touching my lips to the shell of his ear as I once again tug on his shirt, and I swear I almost feel him shiver. That's a good sign, right? Okay, Angelina's demanding.. be demanding Kailyn. "Now stop talking.." I command while pulling away from him enough to look him in his eyes, which I swear are filled with desire, before smirking a little and leaning down to kiss him.<br /><br /><br />He's tentative at first, if not a little caught off guard, but as I press my body closer to his I feel the tension in his shoulders ease as he moves his hands from by thighs to my waist, holding onto my shirt but doing no more.. ever the gentleman.<br /><br /><br />It's then that I realize, liquor enhanced or not, I'm not acting anymore. I actually find myself giving in to him completely, and as scary as that should be, I'm not scared. I'm not timid. I'm not reserved. No, as I press my lips harder to his, I am none of these things.<br /><br />I take his hands off of my shirt and put them back on my thighs, but only to pull the shirt over my head. As soon as I've got it up to my head I feel his lips on my neck, his hands wrapping around my waist to the small of my back, and suddenly I've lost all thoughts in general.<br /><br />Where was I? Oh yeah.. Angelina Jolie.. demanding...<br /><br />Putting my hands on his neck, I push him back away from me until his back is against the couch and I just sit there, smirking down at him. I can feel his eyes roaming over my half naked body, and I don't mind, at all, self-consciousness..? None.<br /><br />I lean down toward him, kissing from his shoulder up to his ear.<br /><br />"Take me upstairs," I whisper, wanting nothing more than to be with him. He pauses, so I lean back to look at him.<br /><br />"Really?" he asks, cocking his head to the side a little, obviously wondering where this is coming from. I simply nod my head before leaning back down to kiss him once more.<br /><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br />I never thought I'd be hearing those words come from her mouth, at least not when I'm not dreaming. I'm about to stand up with her in tow, but then the big picture I've been reminding myself all night flashes before my eyes again. Yes, leading her up the stairs to my bedroom right now would be rewarding in the most highest fashion, and I know that I've often imagined this moment, what it would be like, or if it would ever come, but looking at her, I can't go through with this. Even if I am cursing myself later when I'm sure I'll be taking a much needed cold shower, I can't go through with this. I feel her hands slip down to my belt buckle and I know that if I don't stop her now, I'll never be able to control myself.<br /><br />"Wait," I manage to get out in a breathy tone,"we can't," I say while shaking my head, pulling her hands away from my belt and kissing the tops of both of them as I hold them in mine.<br /><br />"We can," she says while nodding her head, leaning down and kissing me once again until I almost want to give in. "I'm offering you a one time deal," she says in that sultry tone I didn't know she had.<br /><br />"You don't want this," I add while shaking my head no, "at least not now."<br /><br />"But I do," she argues. "Look around you, there's plenty of surfaces on which to <em>bang</em>," she says before giggling a little and smiling. I chuckle in response, loving how cute she is when she's been drinking.<br /><br />"I don't think I've ever heard you talk like that before," I laugh while cradling her head in my hands.<br /><br />"That's because I learned it tonight," she says while leaning down and kissing me again before letting another giggle escape from her lips. "Come on, I'm offering, no strings attached. The word comm--," she starts before pausing and cocking her head to the side as she tries to think of the word she's trying to use. "Commitment," she says with yet another giggle after she's finally remembered it, "will never pass through my lips."<br /><br />"Not easily, no," I laugh while smiling up at her.<br /><br />"Come on," she says while slapping at my arm playfully before standing up at tugging on my arm. "Let's go," she continues while looking back down at me and probably wondering why I'm still seated on the couch.<br /><br />"I think you should go home," I add in a soft tone. "There will be no.. <em>banging, </em>tonight," I add with a small smirk of my own.<br /><br />"What?" she ask in disbelief. "I mean, isn't sex all you men want and think about, and the second it gets offered to you, you can't handle it? What is that?" she continues, slurring her words slightly. "So what is it, you don't want me anymore? You've proven you could have me, so you're moving on?"<br /><br />"Don't ever think I don't want you," I state while shaking my head, thinking about all the times I've considered this exact situation in my mind. "I want you all the time," I add, kissing her lightly on the lips. "But you deserve better than this."<br /><br />"Well, okay," she says while shrugging her shoulders. "I don't understand it, but when you think about this in the morning, you'll be sorry mister," she says while poking me, causing us both to laugh a little.<br /><br />"You have no idea.." I mumble while shaking my head.<br /><br />"Can I at least stay?" she asks, looking up at me with her best puppy dog eyes.<br /><br />"That I think we can arrange," I answer before picking her up off the couch and heading toward the bedroom.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-18099166471956164632009-06-24T19:44:00.000-07:002009-06-24T19:51:55.530-07:00[-Chapter 15-]<div align="left">I know you all are waiting to see how it all ends up, but if I would have wrote it all in one chapter it would have been <em>huge</em>, so I broke it up into two, so you are just going to have to be patient. :-)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br /><br />We get out of the car and head inside hand in hand. He opens the door for me, and I catch his eyes lingering, but that's a good thing. Step one: make him look.. right? I smile up at him, going for anything but innocent as he gazes down at me. As we walk inside, I spot Ty and Jodi up at the bar and the guys around a table in the corner.<br /><br /><br />"I'm going to talk to Ty and Jodi," I say before kissing him lightly on the cheek as he goes toward the guys. As I walk away, I can feel eyes on me, but when I turn around it wasn't what I had expected. '<em>No, that's some creepy guy, wrong set of eyes' </em>I think to myself before scuffling over to where the girls are. I sit down on a bar stool where finally my eyes meet his. I smirk at him before tossing my hair over my shoulder playfully and turning to face them.<br /><br /><br />"Well, he's definitely looking, that's for sure," Jodi chuckles while looking over at the guys. I turn around in their direction, seeing that Kris isn't the only guys' eye I'm getting attention from. I smile over at them before turning back around to face the girls.<br /><br />"Well," Ty says while passing a shot down my way. "step two is to knock them back, right?" I laugh at her before grabbing it and drinking it.<br /><br /><br />"It's actually to act like you are knocking them back," Lacy says while working her hardest to slip onto the empty bar stool next to me, which would probably be a lot easier if she wasn't 6 months pregnant. "You can't get totally trashed, otherwise you might actually go through with it," she says while laughing before turning around toward the guys, all of our heads following respectively. "I mean look at him," she begins, and I know that this can only go no where good. "Mhmm, I'd hit that," she says while nodding her head, an evil smile crossing her face.<br /><br /><br />"Lacy!"I scold, slapping her on her arm while a smile crosses my face.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br /><br />I take another deep breath as I watch her walk over toward the rest of the girls, something I know I'll probably be doing a lot tonight. I'm attracted to her on any normal day, but I just can't keep my eyes off of her. Taking a second to collect my thoughts, I try to take a step back and look at the big picture, or at least take my focus off of the way she looks tonight, because that certainly isn't helping anything. I care about her, a lot and even as nice as it sounds to take her home and have my way with her, she's no where ready for that even if I am. I know all of these things, and I'm trying me hardest to behave but it's damn hard. Especially with the way her legs look so long in those high heels.. No. That was bad, I can't think like that or I'll never make it through the night, especially if she spends the night again. Oh crap, I hadn't even thought about that. I shake my head, trying to rid it of all mature thoughts as I sit down with the guys.<br /><br />"What's with Kailyn?" Jordan asks when I sit back in my chair, catching myself glancing over at her even as hard as I try not to.<br /><br />"Hmm?" I ask, not hearing what he had just said since I was in a trance.<br /><br />"Kailyn," he says while pointing toward the direction of the girls. "She looks..."<br /><br />"Hot," the rest of the guys chime in when Jordan is at a loss of words. I turn to look at them, starring all of them down before someone speaks up to explain.<br /><br />"I mean she does normally too, it's just tonight... damn," Max says while shaking his head in approval.<br /><br />"I know," I mumble, knowing all too well what he's saying as I sit and watch her take a couple of shots.<br /><br /><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br />We've been here for a couple of hours by the time Kris finally pulls me off the dance floor. I do just as Lacy and the rest of the girls instructed me, dance close to him but anytime he puts his hands on me, squirm out of his reach, driving him crazy no doubt. We make our way back to the bar where Lacy is still sitting because she is quite pregnant, and Ty is still sitting because she's not old enough to drink. If it weren't for Geno, she'd be standing outside begging to be let in, but being Stanley Cup Champions does have a large amount of pull..<br /><br />I take a shot off the bar and drink it, only to find everyone starring at me.<br /><br />"Don't you think you should stop?" Kris whispers in my ear as he pulls my hand away from the bar and away from another shot.<br /><br />"Too late," I say while shaking my head. "I'm already drunk," I add with a shrug of my shoulders, making him laugh at me. I'm about to pull him closer to me when Lacy grabs my hand.<br /><br />"We're just gonna head to the ladies room, be back soon," she calls over her shoulder. She drags me behind her, pulling me through the door and locking it after she checks to make sure nobody else is in here with us.<br /><br />"What are you doing?" I ask, probably a little louder than needed. "I'm ready to go home and--" I don't even get a full sentence out before it feels like my cheek is on fire. I place my hand on my cheek before I look up at Lacy who is just starring back at me. "Did you just slap me?"<br /><br />"Sorry girlfriend, but you needed it," she says while rubbing my shoulders. "The idea was to act like you were drinking, not get totally wasted."<br /><br />"I know, but I was just--" Once again, my cheek is tingling again, a sort of feeling I really can't stand. "Would you stop doing that?!" I yell, only to have her grab me by my shoulders, making sure I'm listening to her.<br /><br />"Oh god, you're trashed. Brilliant," she mumbles more to herself than to me. "Do you remember the plan?" she asks suddenly.<br /><br />"Yes, take him home, throw myself at him," I mumble to myself, praying that the room stops spinning before I do a face plant.<br /><br />"And stop yourself if he doesn't. Don't give him anything you aren't ready for," she instructs. I nod my head in response before we head out of the door. I see Kris standing there waiting for me, our coats in hand before I walk over to him, a smile on my face.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-17628136816807564522009-06-23T14:47:00.000-07:002009-06-23T15:01:12.468-07:00[-Chapter 14-]<div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><p>After finishing up lunch with Lacy, we head back to Kris's house because she's dying to meet him. I texted him, giving him a heads up and he went along with it like normal. Ty and Jodi also came over because Lacy thought that all of the girls needed to be in on the secret, just in case help was needed. We all sit in Kris's living room, discussing tonight.<br /><br />"So what was so urgent we had to come over to discuss immediately?" Ty asks while sitting down on the couch across from me.<br /><br />"Well you know Kris and I are starting to get pretty close," I start, both Ty and Jodi nodding their heads as smiles creep onto their faces. "Well--"<br /><br />"She wants to find out if he just wants in her pants," Lacy interrupts, catching everyone off guard as I can only shake my head. Ever heard about the idea of opposites attracting? That is the only explanation I can come up with as to why we are best friends.<br /><br />"Kailyn," Jodi starts while stifling a laugh, "you know he cares about you."<br /><br />"I know," I reply, knowing completely that she is right, and he does. "But I need to know how much, I need to see if what is important to me is important to him too."<br /><br />"Good point," Ty says while slightly tilting her head back and forth, taking into consideration what I've just said. "Count me in."<br /><br />"What do you want us to do?" Jodi asks with a devilish smile while leaning in closer to the table we are all centered around.<br /><br />"It's simple really," Lacy answers. "We all go out tonight, drink a little, then let her bring him home and come onto him and see what his reaction is."<br /><br />"This is mean on so many levels," Ty says while shaking her head, but I can see the smile on her face. </p><p>"Just because you jumped Geno within two weeks doesn't mean everybody works that way," Jodi jokes, causing us all to bust up laughing. Seconds later Kris walks through the door and all of us go completely silent. He looks over at us and then at me as he sits his hockeybag down by the door.<br /><br />"Am I interrupting something, ladies?" he asks with a smile before bending down and dropping a quick kiss on my forehead on his way into the kitchen to get a drink.<br /><br />"No, they were actually just leaving," I say while starring at them until they get the hint and start to get up.<br /><br />"See you later tonight," Lacy calls over her shoulder before they all disappear behind the door.<br /><br />"What's happening tonight?" he asks while walking out of the kitchen where I meet him. I hold back all comments like <em>'Oh, if only you knew," </em>or <em>"Nothing good for you.."</em> and manage to hold my laughter to myself and just smile as he wraps his arms around my waist.<br /><br />"The girls want to go out," I answer simply. He nods his head, probably knowing that was coming. "Will you take me?" I ask, hoping I don't need to do any convincing.<br /><br />"Yeah," he replies, nodding his head once again.<br /><br />"Okay," I say before giving him a quick kiss. "Pick me up at 9," I call over my shoulder before turning around and smiling at him before leaving.<br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------<br />I sit on my bed in my dorm room next to Jeremy, Lacy's husband as she rummages through my closet. Since I've always been a nerd, she doesn't seem to think I can dress myself, which is why she insisted on coming over and helping.<br /><br />"Are you about done?" I call out, but the only response I get is more clothes flying out of my closet into the <em>No</em> pile.<br /><br />"She's been looking forward to this day for 5 years, so I doubt it," Jeremy whispers before we both chuckle quietly, but not quiet enough.<br /><br />"What did you say?" Lacy says when she comes out of my closet, obviously knowing we are up to something.<br /><br />"Nothing dear," Jeremy answers with a smile.<br /><br />"Bullshit," Lacy responds, throwing a shoe at him that he just barely dodges before they both just smile at each other. "Have you never tried to seduce a man before?" she asks while heading back toward my closet. "All you clothes are so.. <em>conservative</em>."<br /><br />"No,"I answer honestly, looking in the mirror at my make up and hair which she has already fixed for me. I look nothing like myself, I could actually pass for <em>hot</em> instead of just <em>cute</em> or possibly even nerdy..<br /><br />"Here," she says while coming out of my closet and handing me a shirt I didn't even know I owned with a pair of dark wash skinny jeans. "Go change," she instructs while pointing to the bathroom.<br /><br />I pull on the clothes she gave me, not really believing what I see in the mirror. I could very well look border line hooker right now. I open the door to find both of them now sitting on my be, waiting for me to come out. I stand timidly in the door frame, pulling on the low cut top and wishing it covered more.<br /><br />"You look hot," Lacy says while shaking her head and resting her hands on her stomach once again. "Don't you have contacts or something?" she asks while reaching for my glasses after I've walked over to them, but Jeremy's hand meets hers there.<br /><br />"No leave them, they look hot," he says while pulling her hand away. Lacy whips her icy glare to him, but he just continues to sit there and shake his head in an up and down motion, obviously approving. She slaps his thigh to get his attention, and he just gives her a 'What?'<em> </em>look before shrugging his shoulders.<br /><br />I'm about to head into the bathroom to change when I hear Kris pull up, and I know it's too late to now. I look over at Lacy and Jeremy one last time before sighing and reaching for my purse.<br /><br />"Knock him dead," Lacy says while getting up and shoving me toward the door. "Good luck, and we'll meet you there in a little bit."<br /><br />I sigh one last time, trying to get rid of any last minute nerves before heading out the door and toward his car. </p><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br />I watch as she comes outside, and I have to do a double take. To say she looks completely different would be an understatement. Don't get me wrong, she always looks good, but damn.. with the way her ass is squeezed into those jeans, her hips swaying as she walks to the car, it takes every once of self control I have not to start drooling right now. And then she gets closer, and I finally get a better look at the shirt she's wearing, at the way it shows off her ample chest. The sound of the car door opening and closing pulls me out of my trance, but then I see she still has her glasses on<em>. </em>She just got in the car, and it already feels like I'm having issues breathing, like it got 100 degrees hotter. <em>'Damn.. it's going to be a long night'</em> I think to myself before swallowing and taking a deep breath, holding her hand in mine as she smiles before starting the car pulling out onto the street.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-88955622464014898472009-06-22T13:53:00.000-07:002009-06-22T14:06:04.426-07:00[-Chapter 13-]New story in the sidebar ---> Check it out. :-)<br /><br /><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br />After sitting through hours of classes, I make my way to meet my best friend, Lacy, at the cafe we always go to. Things are moving so fast with Kris. I feel like I've been dating him for months, that I could trust him no matter what, but all of that is just really starting to freak me out, which is where Lacy comes into the picture. Lacy and I have been friends since we were about 7, so she knows me inside and out. Most of the time she can tell exactly what I'm feeling within seconds from just being around me. Normally, she's the one that tells me what I'm too naive to believe without prompting. She's been studying abroad for the past couple of months and today is the first time I'll see her since she's gotten back.<br /><br /><br />I walk through the doors, finding her sitting in our regular booth.<br /><br /><br />"Hey Lacy," I greet with a warm smile while sitting down and grabbing a menu, even though I practically have what is on it memorized, but for some reason I just feel like I need to keep my hands busy, like as if doing that maybe she won't be able to read me so easily.<br /><br /><br />She smiles back, starring at me intently as I look over the menu. I look back up to meet her eyes, and the patronizing look I see on her face tells me this is already going to be bad.<br /><br />"What?" I ask innocently, shifting uncomfortably in my seat from her icy glare.<br /><br />"Who's the guy?" she asks while tipping her head to the side, taking my every move into consideration I'm sure.<br /><br />"What guy?"<br /><br />"The one you're in love with," she says quietly while leaning across the table toward me.<br /><br />"I'm not in love with him," I say defiantly while shrugging my shoulders and adverting my gaze back down to the menu that is shaking slightly in my hands now. Damn her and her super senses..<br /><br />"OH MY GOSH, THERE IS A GUY!" she shrieks, causing everybody in the small, quiet cafe to turn and look at us. She doesn't pay them the slightest bit of attention, but I know my cheeks are getting red from all the attention.<br /><br />"Lacy, be quieter," I whisper yell to her, but she still has a huge smile on her face and is almost bouncing up and down in her seat now. She takes a deep breath, her smile fading as she shows she's composed before leaning over the table again, her smile appearing once again.<br /><br />"What's his name?" she asks calmly.<br /><br />"Kris Letang," I reply extremely quietly, turning my face to the side as I feel my cheeks get hot again.<br /><br />"WHAT?!" she shrieks again, causing everybody in the room to look over in our direction for the second time. "Like Kris Letang as in Kristopher Letang, as in Penguins hockey hunk?!"<br /><br />"Shh, Lacy!" I whisper yell, looking directly at her this time.<br /><br />"Okay, sorry," she says while raising her arms in surrender. "Well, that Kris Letang?" she presses on.<br /><br />"Yes, you seem to be describing him well," I say, not being able to contain the smile from creeping onto my face, which almost throws her into a fit of kicks and giggles.<br /><br />"How could you forget to mention something like this to me though? I'm kinda hurt," she pouts while raising her hands to her heart in a mocking way.<br /><br />"Maybe the same way you forgot to tell me you were getting married, or how you are pregnant," I start, throwing out a lot of topics that seemed to slip her mind.<br /><br />"Okay, point taken," she says while shaking her head, her hand self-consciously resting on her now swollen stomach just like it always does. "So you seem troubled about something, wanna talk about it?"<br /><br />"You've lost your touch," I say with a smile, knowing that she knows exactly what I'm talking about. Months earlier, she wouldn't have had to of asked, she would have known.<br /><br />"I've lost my touch, I've lost my figure, I've lost all control over what and how much I eat," she says while once again resting her hands on her stomach. "It just all goes down hill after 5 months, let me tell you."<br /><br />"Have you picked names yet?" I ask, hoping to put off the conversation I know she's going to want to have.<br /><br />"Jayden for a girl and Peyton for a boy, but stop changing the subject," she says with a smile.<br /><br />"Well, I'm scared I guess," I offer, swirling my straw around in the cup in front of me.<br /><br />"Typical Kailyn syndrome again?" she asks with a laugh, a motherly look coming across her face that makes me realize just how good of a mother she's going to be when the time comes. "What are you afraid of?"<br /><br />"It's just happening so fast," I admit with a sigh. "He mentioned family today, like meeting them and then that really got me to thinking. This is all getting serious so fast, and I find myself depending on him, which is partly what scares me. I've never depended on anybody before, I've always been by myself, and even if it's nice to have someone to share stuff with, even that's scary, knowing I have to tell somebody <em>everything. </em>And then, most guys are all about sex. What if that's what he's after? I mean you know I haven't ever--"<br /><br />"Slow down," she says with a laugh. "I know you haven't, but maybe he's not like that?"<br /><br />"He doesn't seem to be," I sigh, my thoughts automatically going back to him, the way his hair hangs in his face when he just takes off his helmet, the way a smile crosses his face when he first sees me. I hear Lacy chuckle, and I look up to find her looking back at me, and I know that she knows that I was just thinking about him, so I just smile at her.<br /><br />"You've told him though, right?" she asks, to which I just nod my head yes in response. "How did he take it?"<br /><br />"Pretty well, I mean I was the one freaking out, jumping to conclusions and what not," I admit, knowing that it's very truthful. "I mean he took it as well as any man could, knowing that the deed won't be done for a while," I joke. She laughs at me before she squints her eyes like she normally does when she is in deep concentration.<br /><br />"Maybe you could like test him or something?" she asks, moving her empty plate aside and scooting mine to the middle of the table where she can start in on my fries.<br /><br />"Test him? What do you mean?"<br /><br />"You know, like throw yourself at him, see if he has any restraint or not," she asks with a devilish grin.<br /><br />"Test him," I say out loud, mostly to myself, rolling the idea around in my mind. "Isn't that kind of mean though?" I ask after seconds of deliberation.<br /><br />"So is just wanting to get in your pants," she says with a shrug.<br /><br />"True," I laugh, sitting back and listening to her idea of how things should go down and not being able to stop thinking that I've missed her and her wacky ideas, but mostly thinking about how I hope he passes the test. Oh, how I pray he does, I've already started to get too attached..Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-16133915342378597162009-06-18T13:09:00.000-07:002009-06-18T13:12:17.798-07:00[-Chapter 12-]<div align="left">Short update in between boat rides, more coming soon, promise. :-)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kailyn's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">POV</span></div><br /><br />I feel like I've just been slapped in the face, maybe even a couple times. Not only that, I feel like my equilibrium has been set off, making it very hard for me to remain on the stool I'm perched on for fear of falling off of it into a heap on the floor all on top of fact that I think I'm hyperventilating. Yes, that's how freaked out I am.<br /><br /><br />It's been almost a month and a half, and he's already dropping the <em>M</em> word?<br /><br /><br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kailyn</span>?" he asks, whistling to get my attention. My vision comes back into focus enough that I can finally see him leaning on the counter in between us, obviously amused at my lack of concentration.<br /><br /><br />"Sorry," I reply with a smile while shaking my head. "I've actually got to get going though," I continue while hopping off my seat and walking over to the sink and placing my plate in it, his eyes fixed on me the whole time. "Thank you for breakfast," I add while kissing him lightly on the lips and attempting to walk away, but he grabs me by my waist, not telling me get any further away.<br /><br /><br />"So you're just gonna eat and run?" he asks with a smile while pulling me onto his lap. "My cooking couldn't have been <em>that</em> bad," he jokes.<br /><br /><br />"No," I sigh while shaking my head. "Very good, promise," I say while sticking my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pinky</span> up, his quickly wrapping around it in our sacred <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pinky</span> promise.<br /><br /><br />"Well then, what's up?" he asks. I bite my bottom lip, a nervous habit I know I need to break because I've just given myself away, now he knows somethings wrong. "Did I do something, say something?" he questions while taking my hand in his, subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand, making me relax just a little.<br /><br />"I.. ugh, you.." I stutter, before giving up on words and just looking up at him and shrugging my shoulders, not knowing how to start. He just smiles at me in response, obviously getting kick out of my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">uneasiness</span>. I hit him in the chest, but even that just makes him laugh.<br /><br />"I'm sorry," he says while raising his free hand up to his face, trying to cover his smile, but he can't get anything past me. "Please continue."<br /><br />"Don't laugh," I demand, in a nice tone of course though. He raises his hands in surrender so I begin. "You said something about your mom early," I state with a shrug, but he just continues to stare at me, clearly not catching on so I continue. "Something about meeting her.."<br /><br />"Oh," he replies nonchalantly. "Well yeah, I'm sure eventually you will. I was just saying hypothetically, if you met her, you'd like her."<br /><br />I sigh in relief, causing him to laugh before taking my head in his hands and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">kissing</span> me lightly.<br /><br />"So are we good now?" he asks after he breaks away. I shake my head yes in response, not knowing what else to do. "Good," he says while a smile. "Now get out of here," he jokes while pushing me off the stool and in the direction of the door. I stick my tongue out at him, which makes him laugh at me like he always does, before I head to class.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-26699404869935608752009-06-15T21:59:00.000-07:002009-06-15T23:28:26.456-07:00[-Chapter 11-]<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbtwR6DpRBEWOSYbpigHUmzn2EfZPREXLbMVNzwvHmI-QbCU93NtMwy3xKOAxRVbAs1ZLdEkN6t4YOTxVnZa1zpsz2fUQpkHGdjUx_BO-sWIwFTkPVQgOg8CltPi_f-WBgzNHvomRKLNZ/s1600-h/643ca4f29aa842c2f3a69df5d172c474-getty-88035039kc106_stanley_cup_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754847584434930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbtwR6DpRBEWOSYbpigHUmzn2EfZPREXLbMVNzwvHmI-QbCU93NtMwy3xKOAxRVbAs1ZLdEkN6t4YOTxVnZa1zpsz2fUQpkHGdjUx_BO-sWIwFTkPVQgOg8CltPi_f-WBgzNHvomRKLNZ/s400/643ca4f29aa842c2f3a69df5d172c474-getty-88035039kc106_stanley_cup_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Whoo</span>! Days later, and I'm still celebrating! :-)</div><br /><br /><div></div><div align="center">Kris's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">POV</span></div><br /><br /><div></div><div>The movie finally ends and I look down at her, only to find that she is fast asleep. I move my arm a little, thinking she will wake up, but no. Nothing. She doesn't stir the slightest bit. I move my arm more, but she still only snuggles closer to me.</div><br /><div></div><div>Not knowing what else to do, I pick her up and carry her into my bed room. After her being so forward earlier, the least I can do is let her have my bed tonight. I lay her down, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over her before reaching for the light and turning it off. I look down at her one last time, a smile growing on my face before I turn to head downstairs to sleep on the couch when she reaches out and grabs my hand.</div><div></div><br /><div>"I don't bite," she murmurs through a smile before scooting over, leaving me room to lay down as she pulls me toward the bed. </div><div></div><div></div><div>"I don't know," I say while laying down, getting under the cover as she raises it for me before she snuggles up next to me. "I've heard the shy ones are the ones you've got to watch out for," I add while looking down at her, waiting for her reaction.</div><div></div><div></div><div>"This is true," she says with a little nod of her head before laughing and closing her eyes once again.</div><div></div><div></div><div>I don't know how I get myself into these situations. I like her, really like her, but now I'm almost afraid to even touch her, thinking that if I take things even the littlest bit to far, she might think I'm some kind of womanizer just trying to get her in bed, and even though at times I've wondered exactly what kind of body she's rocking under those clothes, I would never do something like that. That's why the guys say I'm still single and not getting any. I'm the nice guy, forever in the friend zone. Well, they were right about one thing, I definitely still won't be getting any now..</div><div></div><div></div><div>But that's okay.. I think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kailyn</span> is more than worth it. She makes me smile, and I even look forward to seeing her after practices and games. </div><div></div><div></div><div>And she understands that sometimes I just can't hang out, I just don't have the time. She has her own things going for her, like countless hours of classes that she has to go to, countless hours of homework to do, so in the end it evens out. In fact, I think she has had to cancel plans just as many times as I have. I sigh before knowing that nothing else will be figured out tonight and giving in to how tired I am and quickly falling asleep.</div><div></div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"></span></div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Kailyn's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">POV</span></div><div></div><div></div><div>I enjoy a deep and peaceful sleep, but the smell of food brings me out of it the next morning. I get out of bed, walking down the stairs toward the kitchen, the smell getting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">stronger</span> with every step I take. I continue walking until he's spotted me, but he just smiles before turning his back to me and continuing with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">what</span> he was doing before. I sit down at the bar, watching him as he works before he places a cup of orange juice in front of me. </div><div></div><div></div><div>"Thank you," I offer, but he just smiles at me before turning back around. "You do know that women find men that can cook extremely sexy."</div><div></div><div></div><div>"Really?" he asks over his shoulder. "No. No, I didn't know that," he adds while turning around and leaning against the counter across from me. </div><div></div><div></div><div>"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Mhmm</span>," I murmur before taking a drink of my orange juice. "Because you've just had no experience with the opposite sex at all.." I joke.</div><div></div><div></div><div>"Women are a blur before you," he jokes back before turning around, turning his attention back to cooking.</div><div></div><div></div><div>"Wow, you're <em>good</em>," I laugh, knowing that I'm surely not the first his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">smooth</span> talking has been used against. "Okay, I just have one question."</div><div></div><div></div><div>"Yes?"</div><div></div><div></div><div>"Do you actually know how to cook?" I ask, making him turn around to look at me to see if I'm serious.</div><div></div><div></div><div>"How about a little faith.."</div><div></div><div></div><div>"I'm just asking, do you or do you not know how to cook?"</div><div></div><div></div><div>"Not a whole lot, but breakfast yes."</div><div></div><div></div><div>"This is your last chance to bail, I'm sure we could still make it to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">McDonalds</span> in time for their breakfast menu..."</div><div></div><div></div><div>"Too late," he says while placing a plate in front of me. "It's done."</div><div></div><div></div><div>"Wow," I say while nodding my head in approval. "It sure does look good."</div><div></div><div></div><div>"It tastes <em>so much</em> better, promise," he adds with a smile before reaching for the syrup, drizzling it over the french toast before reaching for the sugar as well. He cuts a bite off, raising it to my mouth which I accept without a fight. </div><div></div><div></div><div>"You win," I confess while raising my hands, signaling defeat. "You are a very good cook." He just smiles at me in return, so I continue. "Who taught you?"</div><div></div><div></div><div>"My mom," he says while turning back around to make a plate for himself. "You're going to love her when you meet her."</div><div></div><div></div><div>Wait, what? When I meet her..?</div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-57219700321134125802009-06-11T20:06:00.000-07:002009-06-12T13:51:38.186-07:00[-Chapter 10-]<div align="left">So, I've been told this is the story that you all are dying for an update from. *cough* Kate + Tavin.. :) lol If you guys say what story you can't wait to read the next chapter to, I'll try my best to get it done first or make it a main priority. Idk about you all, but I keep getting my leading ladies mixed up. When I go through to proof read it, sometimes there will be a Rylie or a Andie mixed up in here, and I'm like wtf.? haha So I'm apologizing in advance for if that ever happens. :-) This is a short one (I know, it's been happening a lot here recently. I suck..) but it's all I've got time for tonight.. Sorry for the funky spacing, Idk how to fix it. :-S</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em>Note to self: Drinking is definitely not my thing</em>.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I know it makes me say whatever is on my mind, and I know I would have had to have told him eventually, but I know that the whole <em>'I'm a virgin'</em> speech is not one guys like to hear or participate in. For one, it scares the hell out of them. They all think that if by this point if we still are, we are waiting for Prince Charming, and that's some massive competition. Not to mention it puts pressure on them to be all romantic and polite when they probably have so many other things on their mind than that. It makes it more than the typical romp in the sheets, it makes it more special and meaningful, which also scares the hell out of them. Most of them run away screaming, not wanting the girl to get to attached or are in denial about the fact that they have a commitment now, or even far worse she falls in love with them. No, none of that is what a young hockey player wants to hear. If any of that goes down, it makes it hard for them to have their cake and eat it too. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">My thoughts are moving so quickly through my mind that I hardly have time to think one all the way through before another one comes bouncing through, erasing the previous one completely. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">All of this has me seriously considering slapping myself in the face, but I know that that would just make me look crazy on top of just safe, which in turn insinuates being completely boring, and who wants to be with a dead beat much less be her first, so instead I make a mental note to do it later, when I'm alone and he isn't watching me. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">It's then that I come to the realization that he probably is still looking at me, but I can't tell because I have my eyes squeezed shut, too afraid to open them and see the deer caught in headlights look I'm sure is apparent on his face. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Maybe, just maybe when I finally get the courage to open them he won't be there. No, I could open my eyes and find myself alone in my dorm room, all of it just a dream or fictional events created by my imagination. It could be possible.. after all I did drink a lot tonight. I peek one eye open, and when I see him sitting there, the slightest look of amusement on his face caused by my mental break down I'm sure, I can only come to one conclusion...</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I am going to be a damn good lawyer, because I definitely had myself convinced it wasn't real, this isn't real, but then I can still feel my lips tingling from where his had been moments before, and then I wonder how I could have ever doubted that this was really happening.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I open both eyes fully, still trying my best to hide behind my glasses which makes him chuckle before he reaches up and tucks my hair out of my face.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Damn him, if he's going to boot me out the door he could at least have some decency and stop playing games.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">"I'm gonna head home," I state quietly while crawling off his lap and reaching for my coat, but his hand quickly wraps around mine and pulls me back down on the couch and into his lap.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">"You can't seriously be leaving now," he starts while shaking his head, making me wish I could disappear, because this is definitely not something I want to talk about. "The movie is barely even half over. You said it was your favorite, I want to see why," he finishes with a warm smile.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I lean back against the side of the couch, draping my legs over his and wondering how I got so lucky as he covers me back up with a blanket. I can tell he is wondering, but won't ask about it for my benefit because he must have picked up on how tense I had gotten all of a sudden..</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">"What?"he asks when he realizes I'm still starring at him.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">"Do you not want to talk about it?" I ask, trying my hardest to remain calm. "I feel like I owe you an explanation or something," I admit, my cheeks turning a shake of pink I'm sure.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">"You don't owe me anything," he says with a shrug, his gaze still focused on the TV. "I do think it's kinda cute though," he adds with a smirk while putting his hand under my chin and lightly kissing my nose and then my forehead.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">"Really?" </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">"Yes," he adds with a laugh, probably wondering why he has to repeat himself so many times before I finally believe him. "My innocent little Kailyn.." he says while roughing up my hair. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">'I'm pretty sure I'd be <em>his</em> anything right about now' I think to myself before smiling up at him and turning my attention back to Ladder 49.</div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-84714507153421471582009-06-09T22:28:00.001-07:002009-06-09T23:02:21.327-07:00[-Chapter 9-]<div align="left">Short update. I kinda feel like I've been neglecting this story, so I'll probably be posting more soon. And for the comment about Ladder 49, I know that's where it's from. I had to delete your comment because it's brought back up in this chapter, and I didn't want anything given away.. lol so if you thought I was being rude I'm sorry, but I can assure you I didn't intend for it to come across that way.. :-)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br />By the end of the night, I'm pulling a very tipsy Kailyn out of the bar and into a cab. She protests a little, giggling and laughing with the rest of the girls, who have been having more than their fair share of drinks too, before finally sliding her hand in mine and allowing me to take her home.<br /><br />She stumbles going up my front steps a little, and I can only laugh slightly before reaching out and catching her from falling down the 5 or so steps. She grabs onto my arm and leans on me while I unlock my door and lead her over to the couch, abandoning her for a little while to go retrieve some water and aspirin, knowing it will help cut back a little of the side affects I know she will be feeling tomorrow.<br /><br />"Here," I say while handing her the pills and then the water before sitting down next to her.<br /><br />"I don't feel bad," she says while shaking her head. "Promise," she adds when I just look at her.<br /><br />"Trust me, you will in the morning," I say with a shake of my head and small chuckle before grabbing for the remote to the TV and flipping it on. She surprisingly takes the pills and drinks the glass of water without anymore fight, and then leans back on the couch, resting her head on my shoulder. I can't help but smile at the fact that this feels so normal, her here with me, as if we've known each other far longer than we have.<br /><br />"Ooooh!" she shouts getting excited, practically scaring me to death. "Change it back, I like that movie!" she continues while wrapping her arms around mine, leaning closer to me.<br /><br />"Ladder 49?" I question<br /><br />"It's one of my favorites," she says with a huge smile, bouncing up and down like a small girl would if she found out she got tickets to a Hannah Montana concert.<br /><br />"Never heard of it," I admit while shrugging my shoulders.<br /><br />"Well it didn't get started too long ago," she says before going into detail and catching me up on what all we had missed. We watch the movie in silence, but then a bar scene comes on, and I watch as the woman of interest plays the same prank on one of the guys that Kailyn had earlier tonight on Max.<br /><br />"So that's where you got that.." I say while shaking my head and looking down at her.<br /><br />"I could never come up with something like that," she admits, blushing slightly. "I'm too nice." I give her a <em>'are you kidding me?'</em> look, which makes her playfully slap me in the arm. "I am, you jerk," she laughs. "But when Max asked I couldn't help myself. Besides, I'm sure all the ladies in the bar were appreciative." She looks up at me, her cheeks blushing brighter than earlier before she continues. "And plus, I had to get all of their attention off of you."<br /><br />She leans closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing my lips down to hers with very little objection from me. She slips onto her knees, moving until she's straddling my legs. I continue to kiss her before moving to her neck, loving how she leans, giving me more room to work with. I rest my hands on her hips, pulling her toward me, but that's when she stiffens. She pulls back and looks at me, and I can only be thankful that she put a stop to things, because I didn't know if I would have been able to, even though I know tonight isn't the night for this, not when she's been drinking..<br /><br />"Kris.." she starts, pulling one arm away from my neck to tuck her hair behind her ears.<br /><br />"I know," I interrupt, not wanting her to feel like she needs to explain. "I know, I got carried away," I continue while leaning forward and placing a light kiss on her lips.<br /><br />"No," she says while shaking her head. She sits there for a minute, avoiding my gaze. "I need to tell you something."<br /><br />"Okay," I say while laughing a little, but when she looks at me I can see how serious she is, so my smile fades. "What is it?"<br /><br />"Well," she says while shifting her gaze from mine again, crossing her arms protectively across her chest. "It's just.." she breaks off again, obviously not finding the right way to tell me.<br /><br />"Kailyn," I say, getting quite impatient but trying not to show it. "What is it?"<br /><br />"Well," she starts again, looking up at me so I can see how hard this is for her to say. "You'd be my first," she says while shrugging her shoulders, biting her bottom lip like she always does when she's nervous about something and then looking up at me, waiting for my reaction.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-52505722945546336812009-06-08T14:01:00.000-07:002009-06-08T14:29:10.413-07:00[-Chapter 8-]<div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br />I sit through Kris's morning skate the next day, holding onto the pass he had given me a day earlier that can supposedly get me anywhere in the arena. They guys huddle up, so I get up out of my seat and head toward the locker room.<br /><br />I come down a hallway and see the guys shuffling through a door, so I walk up around the corner they were coming from and see him bringing up the rear of the pack. He smiles as I approach him, and I find myself smiling uncontrollably as well.<br /><br />"Hey," he greets, shifting his weight from one leg and skate to the other, and it's then that I realize just how much taller than me he is with skates on. "You gonna come to the game tonight?" he asks, taking one of his hands out of his gloves and tucking the hair that hand been hanging in my eyes behind my ear, and I can feel the way it feels like a electric current flowing from him to me, can feel the way I automatically lean into his touch.<br /><br />"I have to meet with my professor," I reply, backing away from him a little bit as some of the guys come out of the locker room, shifting my gaze to the ground in front of me as I can feel my cheeks turning color, waiting for them to leave before I continue. "Sorry," I add with a shrug of my shoulders, suddenly wishing I hadn't scheduled that for tonight.<br /><br />"It's okay. Gonna wish me luck?" he asks, a smirk crossing his face.<br /><br />"I suppose I can manage that," I say with sighing dramatically and rolling my eyes before smiling up at him, standing on my tip toes to press my lips to his cheek. He wraps his hand around the small of my back, and I pull away a little, but we are still dangerously close. I look up at him, and as soon as I do I feel him bending down, pulling me closer at the same time until his lips touch mine. His kiss is passionate in a soft, delicate sort of way, but I feel light headed all the same. I push my lips harder to his, but he pulls away, a huge smile on his face. "Good luck..?" I manage to squeak out, noticing it sounds more like a question than a statement, which makes him chuckle.<br /><br />"What time will you be done?"<br /><br />"Probably around 10," I reply honestly, but he is still looking at me with a curious look on his face.<br /><br />"Is this with a young, hot professor?" he asks with a laugh while cocking his head to the side.<br /><br />"No, promise," I respond, "but I've actually got a class I need to get going to," I continue while starting to back down the hall.<br /><br />"We are going out tonight after the game if you want to," he offers while walking toward me and to the locker room.<br /><br />"What time?"<br /><br />"Pick you up at 11?" he asks while opening the door a little, standing halfway in it.<br /><br />"It's a date," I reply with a smile before turning and walking away.<br /><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br />I pick her up at 11 as planned, and she looks amazing coming down the stairs that lead to her dorm room. She slides into my car, her smile as big as ever.<br /><br />"Nice game," she comments as I pull out onto the road.<br /><br />"I thought you were with your professor?" I ask, wondering if she ended up watching it or not. She holds her blackberry up in response, indicating she kept up with the score on her phone.<br /><br />"Two assists and a power play goal, not bad," she jokes and I can only shake my head at her as we ride the rest of the way in silence.<br /><br />We sit around a table, chatting with the rest of the guys that came out tonight. Kailyn's had a drink or two, and I can tell that Max thinks she is a light weight.<br /><br />"Okay Kailyn, lets play a game," he says while sitting down across from her, sliding a glass of beer her way. She crosses her arms on the table and leans toward him, and I can only think that this isn't going to go well. For him, that is. I've seen that face before.. It's the face she gets when she is thinking seriously and being crafty and conniving.<br /><br />"What game would that be?" she asks, giving him a smile that could fool anybody, but I know better. By this point, everybody around the table is listening.<br /><br />"First one to empty their glass wins."<br /><br />"Max," she says while shaking her head. "What are we playing for? There has to be stakes for losing."<br /><br />"Loser runs around the bar?" he asks while looking around the bar, which is quite full for a Wednesday night.<br /><br />"Naked," she adds with a smirk, Max's eyes going wide as I almost choke on my drink myself.<br /><br />"Deal," Max agrees with a smile. They count down the start, but Kailyn doesn't start drinking right away, and I only pray she chugs it fast because I definitely don't want every guy in here getting a good look at her, but then she picks up her class and pours in into one of the empty ones on the table, and everyone starts laughing hysterically. Max sets his down half full, and just stares at her with a <em>'are you kidding me?' </em>look.<br /><br />"What?" she asks with an innocent smile this time. "You said empty my glass, you never said anything about drinking anything."<br /><br />By this point, all the guys are pushing Max, shoving him out of the booth to uphold his part of the deal.<br /><br />"My smart girl," I laugh while she laces her fingers with mine, leaning back in her seat to watch as Max strips down, all eyes on him.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-3493589501430349652009-06-03T21:02:00.000-07:002009-06-03T21:27:31.720-07:00[-Chapter 7-]Kate + Tavin---> Most of all of the pictures I have come from the lovely ladies here <a href="http://www.talk-sports.net/nhl/girlfriend.aspx/Evgeni_Malkin">http://www.talk-sports.net/nhl/girlfriend.aspx/Evgeni_Malkin</a>. They know their stuff, and always keep me informed. :-)<br /><br />Sorry for the lack of updates on this story, I just got so caught up in the others that this one kinda got put on the back burner so to speak. I have plans for this story though, massive ones. :)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br />I wake up and can feel Kailyn's head pressed to my side, still completely covered by blankets which can only make me laugh, she can be so dramatic sometimes. Someone knocks on the door, but Philippe just lets them in on his way out. I can only shake my head as Jordan comes trudging into the room, throwing his suitcase down on the side of the bed I'm not on, and right onto a sleeping Kailyn. She jumps from being startled, her head coming out of under the blankets. She looks up at me, her tousled hair hanging down around her face, confused before turning around and looking at Jordan and pulling her head all the way out of the covers and snuggling closer to her pillow before quickly falling asleep again. A smile crosses Jordan's face as he traces over her sleeping form and runs his eyes over <em>Letang</em> written on the back of the jersey she is wearing, probably connecting the dots in his head.<br /><br />"My bad," he says, his smile growing as he points toward Kailyn, thinking that is indicating enough. "Looks like it worked though."<br /><br />"I was talking hypothetically, I didn't think you guys would do it," I say while shaking my head and glancing over and Kailyn to make sure she's still sleeping. "And, I also was thinking along the lines of her room getting overbooked, not sabotaging her clothes," I add while pointing over to where the clothes she was wearing last night, which are now hanging over the door to the closet to dry. I see the smirk on his face grow, and I know automatically what he's going to do, but he's 5 steps closer than I am, and I'm still laying down, so I have no chance of stopping him. He grabs her bra in his hands, looking at the tag.<br /><br />"34 C," he says while shaking his head in approval. "Not bad." I give him a shot to the stomach, grabbing it from him and putting it back.<br /><br />"Get out of here," I say while shoving him toward the door.<br /><br />"Why? You have some unfinished business to attend to or something?" he asks while turning back over his shoulder to look down at me and making a detour to the bed to pick up his suitcase.<br /><br />"Just go," I say while shaking my head and once again shoving him in the direction of the door, which he slams while he's leaving. I turn around to see Kailyn raising her head, trying to figure out what's going on before laying it back down on the bed and rolling over.<br /><br /><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br />I hear the door slam and can only sigh at the fact that I've been woken up again, but then I look up and see Kris standing there, which makes me less mad. A little. I sit up, rubbing my eyes while they adjust so I can see, but it's practically a lost cause without my contacts in, so I reach for my glasses instead and slip them on. It's then that I realize he's starring at me.<br /><br />"What?" I ask while raking a hand through my hair, knowing I probably look frightening.<br /><br />"Nothing," he chuckles while adverting his gaze from mine as I crawl out of the bed. "The guys are all going downstairs to eat, you wanna go?" he asks while throwing stuff into his suitcase.<br /><br /><br />"In this?" I ask while tugging on the bottom of the jersey, wishing it would magically get longer. I watch as his eyes travel down the length of my body, and what surprises me is the fact that I don't seem to mind. In fact, I find myself sticking my legs out more, as if to give him more to look at.<br /><br />"Here," he says while throwing shorts and a t-shirt me. I catch it before making my way to the bathroom. I'm about to grab for my bra, but for some reason it looks like it's in a different place than where I put it. Shaking my head, I grab it and go and change.<br /><br />We walk down for breakfast together, getting questioning looks from everybody as we sit down. I smile timidly, but I look over at Kris and he just has this huge grin on his face.<br /><br />After breakfast, we grab my suitcase from the front desk. I change quickly, and then head out to meet the plane.<br /><br />I sit patiently, waiting for the plane to take off, but I hate planes, so I know I'm a lot more tense than normal. I let out a big sigh as I look out the window, causing Kris to look over at me.<br /><br />"It's going to be okay," he says with a laugh. "Really," he adds while reaching for my hand and holding it in his before turning his attention back to the magazine he was reading before. I look down at our linked hands and smile before relaxing back into the chair.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-22991320692132968182009-05-27T22:24:00.000-07:002009-05-27T22:28:38.678-07:00[-Chapter 6-]Whoo, Heather! You broke my writers block.. :-) lol Your comment gave me an idea, idk if it's brilliant or not, you all can be the judge of that in your comments below. :)<br /><br /><div><br />Now, time for a little celebration. :-)</div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340723637392832386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikA3vWZtkSiFNkh8HlfQ7wNDxsqXO_yYrYxWxvaMFTckt9zM8Gv0hF4-uRzOzw8GPkaYC6wxqhlkyFEg0yq96z1pYz61tQMfwnwOdcySOa-GXsdMORT0r_6opG9DUa0WdDzi0hY44lfKL5/s400/geno+sid+and+gonch.jpg" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjod6BIXw6m65mx_3p7b8jtT-TL7YXpz2ALMrwlu9k1XKbe8Fk_3ELlqUSdkv6RyHtAN2R8TUU7P6Sc8gNyPYy6Iby51NbkOsbIdLWwWB4oxUP9reW0wJisyu2F2j0rLrW9NGsDJoGs4WaY/s1600-h/ztf9ea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340724005934203266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjod6BIXw6m65mx_3p7b8jtT-TL7YXpz2ALMrwlu9k1XKbe8Fk_3ELlqUSdkv6RyHtAN2R8TUU7P6Sc8gNyPYy6Iby51NbkOsbIdLWwWB4oxUP9reW0wJisyu2F2j0rLrW9NGsDJoGs4WaY/s320/ztf9ea.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><p>Love the safety precautions guys! Strap that baby in! haha.</p><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwk82mp-6D9l0sq1_fqyqudfCofOjydUu-Ptbe9TZ6u2LRB8n9mu9SWMmsmsxil4lDVF5JQYxu6PpZwKsvkm8RDEmdTLIHnakv8l3_ScEZYAt4kPVX6-TsCtrbVFmlrmpUjYKPFPHrym52/s1600-h/swooon-drool-combo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340724539772527986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwk82mp-6D9l0sq1_fqyqudfCofOjydUu-Ptbe9TZ6u2LRB8n9mu9SWMmsmsxil4lDVF5JQYxu6PpZwKsvkm8RDEmdTLIHnakv8l3_ScEZYAt4kPVX6-TsCtrbVFmlrmpUjYKPFPHrym52/s320/swooon-drool-combo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>And, well.. just because it's sexy, what more reason do I need..? :-)<br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Okay, Story time now.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><div></div><br /><div>She looks at me, her eyes inquisitive and her lips pouty, the adorable expression that she gets when she is thinking about something. By this point, her hair is sticking to her neck in wet strands, her t-shirt clinging to the skin of her stomach, the skin I want to explore when my fingertips.. She catches me looking at her, and tilts her head to the side, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.</div><br /><div>"Did you plan this?" she says while waving her hands in the hair before placing them on her hips, that attitude of hers that I love so much coming out in full force.</div><br /><div>"No," I say while shaking my head defiantly. "If I could have thought of this, would I have done it? Most definitely," I say while smiling, only to find her smile just as big. "But no, I did not come up with this," I finish while pointing to the water spraying down on us.</div><br /><div>"Okay," she answers while rolling her eyes, a smile still on her face before grabbing my hand and tugging me out of the room. We go down to the front desk, and they claim they don't know the reason for it either, so they arrange to have all of her clothing washed and dried before we are scheduled to leave in the morning.</div><br /><div>I head back up to my room, and she follows timidly behind me. She walks in behind me, looking as if she's expecting something scary to jump out at her. </div><div></div><br /><div>"Who are you rooming with?" she asks while looking around the room, her hands in her jean pockets, slightly rocking back and forth on her feet. I hold my laughter in check, thinking the last thing I need for her to do right now is to sprint out of the room.</div><div></div><br /><div>"Philippe, he actually should be here pretty soon. He normally doesn't stay out too late."</div><div></div><br /><div>"Oh. And it's okay that I'm here, right?" she questions while biting on her bottom lip, another nervous habit I've noticed she has.</div><div></div><br /><div>"Yes," I chuckle while sitting down on the bed and flipping on the TV. "It's fine."</div><div></div><br /><div>"Okay, I'm just gonna go shower real quick then," she calls over her shoulder before I hear the door to the bathroom click shut, sounds of the shower running emerging seconds later. I sigh, knowing that tonight could definitely be difficult for me, especially with her in my bed next to me. </div><div></div><br /><div>True to her word, I hear the shower shut off in what only seems like a matter of minutes later, her coming out of the bathroom with her hair completely wet, a towel the only thing covering her body from my greedy eyes.</div><div></div><br /><div>"Yeah, I don't have any clothes," she says while shrugging. "I didn't even think about that until I got out."</div><div></div><br /><div>"Yeah, I didn't think about it either," I laugh while getting up and heading over to my suitcase, grabbing it and throwing it up on the bed. "Whatever is in here you are welcome to." She makes her way over to me, and grabs what's on top.</div><br /><div></div><div>"This should do," she says while making her way back to the bathroom to change, and I automatically regret offering her <em>anything</em> in my bag, but then again I didn't think she would grab for my practice jersey either. She comes back out of the bathroom seconds later, and lucky for her she's rather on the short side, so it does cover most of her legs, but I can't help but let my eye roam over what skin is exposed. She climbs under the covers and pulls them up to her chin, snuggling in for the night I suppose.</div><div> </div><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><div> </div><div>I thought he might have had something to do with my room, but either he is a damn good liar or I'm losing my touch, either way I find myself following him back up to his room. After getting in and out of the shower in lightning speed, it dawns on me that I don't have any clothes to wear. I wrap myself in a towel before opening the door, his eyes automatically drawn to my lurking figure. Normally, a guy looking at me like that would repulse me, but the only thing that seems to happen is my heart beat picks up and it feels like my stomach is doing somersaults. I try to shake it off before walking over to him and explaining the situation, grabbing the first thing in his bag in an attempt to not be picky. After I feel it in my hands, I automatically regret not being just a little pickier, but head to the bathroom and quickly change anyways before getting under the covers as quick as possible. The last thing I need is Philippe coming back and finding me half dressed.</div><div> </div><div>We sit in silence, watching TV until finally Phlippe comes back. He glances over at me, but nothing more which makes we wonder just how many times he has walked in on this before. I look over at Kris, but he just looks down at me and gives me a slight smile before adverting his attention back to the TV. It's then that I realize exactly how cold in the room it is.</div><div> </div><div>"Do you guys always keep your room this cold?" I ask while trying to keep my teeth from chattering, looking at him sitting on top of the covers in shorts and a t-shirt and thinking he is absolutely crazy.</div><div> </div><div>"Yeah," he says nonchalantly while still starring at the TV. I pull at the covers, bringing them closer to me, if that was at all possible, and it finally gets his attention. He looks down at me before an amused smile crosses his face before I decide to just put my whole body under the covers, head and everything. "I thought you were from Canada," he jokes while shaking my hidden body.</div><div> </div><div>"I am," I whine. "But it's only cold <em>outside</em> in Canada, which we clearly are not," I continue while popping my head out for emphasis before tucking it securely back under the covers where it had been previously before giving in to the pull of sleep.</div></div>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-8677320309238023322009-05-16T22:50:00.000-07:002009-05-27T11:27:01.277-07:00[-Chapter 5-]<p align="left">Sorry for the long wait, but I had an extreme case of writers block, and well I got caught up in my Max story a little, accidentally neglecting this one. :-S And whoo, going back to the Stanley Cup Finals. Bring it, Detroit. :-)</p><p align="center">Kailyn's POV<br /></p><br /><br />I wake up the next morning and hurry to school to take my test, which I probably finished faster than I should have, but I can't help but be excited. I rush back to my dorm room and I know that I have time to waste so I jump in the shower before having to go to the airport.<br /><br />As I'm rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, it dawns on me that I'm already falling for him, and he hasn't even laid a finger on me except for possibly on one occasion, which was probably an accident. Of this I can only be thankful, because even though I've always felt at ease around him, I am definitely not skilled in the guy department. Going through high school, I was far to concerned with my grades to even worry or think about guys. As other girls were learning the temptress role and learning to manipulate guys into doing whatever they wanted them to, I was the nerdy girl locked in my room, or library which seems more fit, studying away. In fact, the only guy I've probably ever came into contact with and actually have a relationship with would be my brother, and well even though my brother and I are extremely close, I don't really think that counts for anything in this situation. I let all the doubts I have disappear from my mind, allowing a smile to cross my face as I get out of the shower and quickly get dressed, grabbing my bags and heading outside to grab a cab, eagerness probably showing in all of my emotions.<br /><br />I arrive at the airport and board my plane, plugging my iPod in and almost instantly falling asleep, making up for my sleepless previous night. After the plane lands, I head to my hotel and check in, finding that I have my own room, which I can only be thankful for. My sleeping arrangement was one of the only concerns I had when I agreed to come, but I should have known that I had nothing to worry about. I should have figured that Kris would have thought everything through..<br /><br />After getting settled, I see that its a little after 5 so I head to the arena and follow the directions he gave me that lead me down toward the locker rooms. I walk around a corner, skeptical of where to go from now until I see a familiar face.<br /><br />"Hey Kailyn," Ty greets as a smile crosses her face, the same look I've been getting from a lot of people here recently.<br /><br /><p align="center">Kris's POV</p><p>I sit, lacing up my skates before the game, fidgeting more than normal. My nerves probably have to do with the fact that Kailyn is coming to a game for the first time. I make my way out onto the ice almost in a complete daze, which is probably why Max catches me off guard when he comes up behind me as we step out onto the ice for pre-game. </p><p>"Hey man, you alright?" he asks while hitting my arm to get my attention. "You look like you're in deep thought about something." It's then that I spot her, making her way down the isle with Jodi behind her toward their seats right behind our bench, and I know I have a ridiculously big smile on my face. "Oh," Max continues while shaking his head after catching onto what I was starring at before skating away with a laugh.</p><p>After they get seated, she finally looks down at me, and I can't decide if she's happy to see me or just happy to be here, but nevertheless she has a huge smile on her face as she waves down at me, catching the attention of the guy next to her. I see the way his eyes roam over her, even though she is oblivious to it all, and it makes my blood broil. She pays him no attention though and continues to smile down at me, so I nod my head slightly before skating around, trying to concentrate on the game.</p><p>The whole game, things were close and intense. As the buzzer went off, signaling there was going to be a shoot out, I went into a daze like I normally do, waiting for coach to say who would be shooting. After finding out I would be third, I automatically start thinking through what move I was going to do, not really paying attention to anybody else as they take their turn at the opposing goalie.</p><p>Soon enough it was my turn. I push the puck forward with the blade of my skate before starting the game of cat and mouse between the goalie and the shooter that always takes place during shoot outs. I change my direction, waiting for him to react, and as soon as I have him leaning one way, I switch over to my backhand, the puck finding the back of the net.</p><p align="center">Kailyn's POV</p><p>I wait anxiously, not being able to sit still during the shoot out when I see him step out on the ice as the last shooter. As he makes his way toward the goal, flipping the puck into the back of the net with ease, I let out a breath I hadn't even known I was holding, turning to Jodi and jumping in excitement. Jodi leads me through all the equally excited fans and down toward the locker room, which seemed like it took forever to reach. </p><p>As I follow her into the room, I can't help but smile as he looks over at me. </p><p>"Nice goal," I say while jumping into his arms, giving him the tightest of bear hugs which causes him to laugh.</p><p>"Thanks," he chuckles while sitting me back down on my feet, tucking my hair back out of my face. "I have to do interviews real quick and then shower, then we can get out of here and go eat or something."</p><p>"Okay," I answer quietly before making my way back over to where Ty has joined Jodi, both of them having an amused smile on their faces.</p><p>"What?" I ask defensively, but not being able to keep a straight face.</p><p>"Nothing," they both chime at the same time before shaking their heads. We wait patiently for the guys to get finished up before heading out to eat and then heading back to the hotel.</p><p>"I had a nice time," I say while turning to Kris before grabbing for the key to my room.</p><p>"I can tell," he said while laughing. "You haven't stopped smiling all night," he continues while I open the room to my door, only to see that the water system has been turned on, which I have no idea why, because there is no fire of any kind. I look at all my clothing that is now drenched before looking back at him, but he just has this huge smile on his face.</p><p>"This," I start while hitting him playfully, "is not funny." He only continues to laugh while we both stand in my room and continue to get wet. "What the hell is it with us and water!" I yell before shrugging my shoulders and shaking my head.</p><p>"Well, looks like you'll have to stay with me now anyways." I turn around to see that he now has a mischievous smile on his face, and I can't decide if that's a good thing or not as I nod my head in agreement.</p>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-58616781538850331482009-05-14T20:46:00.000-07:002009-05-14T21:37:00.926-07:00[-Chapter 4-]<div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br /><br />I sit at my normal table, studying away even though it's New Years Eve. Some professors have no mercy.. I glance up from my computer screen for the first time in what seems like hours, and am not at all surprised when I see a figure slinking into the coffee shop, "our" coffee shop I suppose, with a hat pulled down low, going for inconspicuous I guess. I can't stop the smile from crossing my face as he makes his way over to me. In fact, I haven't been able to the last few times he's stopped by over the past couple of weeks, at least when he's home that is. Even when he's away, we share frequent conversations through texting, and even though I normally get annoyed with people who bother me when I'm busy, that thought has never once applied to him.<br /><br /><br />"No New Years plans?" he asks while sliding into the booth across from me.<br /><br /><br />"Test.." I answer while pointing to the books stacked around me.<br /><br /><br />"You always have some test," he says while laughing and shaking his head. "You couldn't take one night off to celebrate the new year?"<br /><br /><br />"Some celebrations are foolish," I say while shrugging my shoulders, but he just continues to stare at me as if he thinks <em>I'm</em> completely foolish. "Why?"<br /><br /><br />"New Years is a big deal.."<br /><br /><br />"Mhmm.." I reply sarcastically while shaking my head, prompting him to continue.<br /><br /><br />"People have this idea that when the clock strikes twelve, something monumental is going to happen, so you put on the goofy little hat and you sing a song that nobody really understands the lyrics to and wait for lightning to strike."<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br /><br />I know that tonight I could have went out with the guys, but I knew exactly where I wanted to be, and that would be in this sub-par coffee shop, with her.<br /><br /><br />"Yeah, and if you don't have a date or a party to go to you must be some loser. People spend weeks planning for this, right? And then 9 times out of 10, you just end up kissing some drunk stranger and looking around the room wondering '<em>why is everyone having so much fun?'</em>" she continues, following my lead. This is what I love about her.. she doesn't think like a million of other girls out there. She is unique..<br /><br />"The new years comes and goes and you look at yourself in the mirror, and you look exactly like you did the night before, except you have a massive hangover the next day.." I laugh.<br /><br /><br />"Exactly," she says while raising her arms for emphasis. She looks so cute when she's proven the point she was making.. "What about you, what's your story? No plans?"<br /><br /><br />"Mid-season.. and I'm not much of a drinker anyways. And plus, there is this girl at this coffee-shop I kind of like to be around."<br /><br /><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br />I love how to a person on the outside of our little games would think we are being completely vague, when in reality we are really having an in-depth conversation.<br /><br />"Really now..?" I ask, that same smile creeping into my expression as I reach for my drink, more to keep my hands busy than quench my thirst.<br /><br />"Mhmm, something like that," he returns with a small chuckle. "There actually is a reason I stopped in tonight though."<br /><br />"And?" I prompt, trying not to let my excitement show or get the better of me.<br /><br />"And, we play in Vancouver tomorrow. You should come." I nearly choke on my latte as the words roll out of his mouth. "If you want to that is," he adds, probably not wanting to pressure me into anything.<br /><br />I sit and run the offer through my mind. I know that things are pretty busy for me right now, but yet I can't help myself... he looks so adorable sitting there trying to look patient.. "I'm Canadian, do you honestly think I'm going to turn down an offer to a hockey game?"<br /><br />"I was hoping that leverage would help me, yes.." he laughs. "Come on, it's getting late. I'll take you home," he continues before grabbing my books, and I actually let him before following him out to his car.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-67984485002139507952009-05-11T21:03:00.000-07:002009-05-11T21:28:28.782-07:00[-Chapter 3-]<div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br />I sigh in frustration before wiping the water that luckily just got on my face away. What possessed them to jump into freezing cold pool water in December I doubt I will ever understand. I can see it now, one of them will come down with a case of pneumonia and coach will be irate. The frustrations in my thoughts quickly evaporate into nothing when I catch a glimpse of Kailyn. She had been wearing a tight white t-shirt under an unzipped jacket, which is now completely soaked. I can now clearly see the lace imprint on her bra, and what appears to be a tattoo on her lower right hip, right above where her jeans sit, which now that I'm looking there instead of at her ample cleavage I notice that they are pretty much drenched too. Finally looking up at her face, I see her hair sticking in wet strands to her forehead and neck, and I can only laugh at the fact that she definitely got the worse end of the tidal wave that just hit. My laughter makes her direct her attention toward me, and even though I can see a hint of attitude in her movements, I can't wipe the smile off my face.<br /><br />"This," she says while waving her hand in front of her indicating her soaked clothing, "isn't funny," she finishes before playfully hitting me in the stomach, with some force I might add.<br /><br />"Come on, I'm sure I have something you can wear," I offer while opening the door for her to walk through. She steps through and then waits for me on the other side to show her where to go. I lead her up the stairs to my bedroom and flick on the lights only to watch her eyes go straight to the cage in the corner of the room.<br /><br /><br />"Aww, who is this little guy," she says while taking her jacket off and sitting it on my bed before making her way over to the cage and bending down, her shirt raising enough until I can see another tattoo on her lower back.<br /><br /><br />"That is Archie," I answer before pulling my shirt over my head and reaching for a dry one.<br /><br /><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br />"He's cute," I conclude before turning around and seeing him shirtless. A slight blush crosses my face before I turn my attention back to the puppy. "What is he, an Alaskan Husky?" I ask before turning around once again in time to see him open a door which I assume is his closet. I hear him rummaging through stuff, probably trying to find something for me to wear. A couple seconds later he returns with a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.<br /><br /><br />"Yeah. I got him about 3 weeks ago," he says while walking over to where I'm crouching in front of the cage. "Here.." he says while offering me the clothes before bending over to let the energetic puppy out of the cage. He picks up Archie and playfully tosses him on the bed before laying down on it himself to play with him. I know I could go to a different room to change, but I am beyond freezing at this point so I just turn around so I'm not facing him and pull my shirt over my head and shimmy out of my jeans and reach for the clothes he gave me.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br /><br />I am more than speechless as I watch her shed her clothing, finally able to get a better look at the tattoo on her back, which I can now clearly make out to see that it makes an arrangement of stars that are variously colored. She slides on my sweats and I can only smile at the fact that they barely rest at the lowest part of her hips, her small frame barely being wide enough to hold them up. She throws the t-shirt I gave her on and pulls her long, wet hair out of the back of it before turning around and making her way over to where Archie is sitting on the corner of the bed, wondering if he should tempt the long jump to the ground. He decides against it, sitting back down which makes her laugh before she starts to pet him.<br /><br /><br />"I love dogs," she says while smiling down at him. "We can't have them at the dorms, but when I finally get out of there I'm definitely getting one," she finishes before turning and heading out of the room back downstairs. I grab Archie off the bed and put him on the ground before we both follow.<br /><br /><br />When we finally get downstairs, not a soul is around, everybody having already headed home. She walks over to where her book bag is and picks it up before turning back around toward me.<br /><br /><br />"Everybody else is already gone, so I guess this is my cue," she says with that smile of hers that has my heart beating double-time.<br /><br /><br />"You want a ride?" I ask while grabbing my coat off the back of the couch and reaching for my keys that are in my jean pockets.<br /><br /><br />"No, really it's okay. I love walking anyways, and my dorm is only about 3 blocks down."<br /><br /><br />"I'm not gonna let you leave by yourself, so either you let me drive you or you let me walk you," I say defiantly, not really wanting this night to end until I know more about her.<br /><br /><br />"Looks like we're walking then," she says with a shrug and a small smirk before slipping into her jacket and heading for the door.<br /><br /><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br />I pick up Archie on my way to the door, deciding he might as well come along. As Kris and I head down the sidewalk, our footsteps falling into sync I know that I've made walks further than this at later hours of the night, but I look over at him and he smirks a little, and I can't help but relish in having some company tonight. After we have walked about half a block in silence, he speaks up.<br /><br />"So earlier you used the term 'when I get out of there'," he says while using quotation marks. "What's that mean?"<br /><br />"Did you just use quotation marks?" I laugh while turning my gaze in his direction.<br /><br />"Yes, I did," he chuckles. "Stop avoiding the question."<br /><br />"I'm on scholarship," I say with a shrug. He looks over at me, wanting more of an answer so I continue. "Pitt has the best law school in the entertainment department, and I got a free ride, it was hard to pass us. Some of us don't have the luxury of playing a game we love for a crapload of money," I finish while jabbing my elbow lightly into his side.<br /><br />"Touche," he adds with that crooked grin of his.<br /><br />"Well, this is me," I say while stopping in front of my building. I push Archie away from my chest where he was resting before and extend my arms to get a good look at him before giving him a kiss on the head which makes Kris laugh. "Here," I offer while handing the adorable puppy back over to him. "I had a nice time tonight," I conclude while turning around and looking back at him while making my way up the front steps.<br /><br />"Yeah me too. See you around Kailyn," he says before turning around and making his way back down the street, leaving me wondering about a load of different things.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-56213065973824767682009-04-23T19:56:00.000-07:002009-04-24T23:27:52.627-07:00[-Chapter 2-]<div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br />I shake my head, trying to rattle the events that just occurred from my thoughts. Why were they looking at me? I'm sure they all have their fair share of women to chose from, so I don't know why they were so infatuated with me, I'm so simple compared to what they normally go after. I stand waiting for the elevator door at the library to open, trying to get the way they all had the same equally ridiculous grin on their face out of my mind. A girl comes and stands next to me, obviously needing to use the elevator as well. The door opens an we both climb in. She presses the 3 button for the third floor and then gives me a questioning gaze, wondering what floor I'm going to as well.<br /><br />"Same one," I answer with a smile. She nods her head in recognition and then takes a step back, her arms automatically coiling around the large books in her hand. I know exactly who she is, but I also can't believe this is happening to me again. As if I hadn't been around enough people associated with the penguins today... I shake my head in disbelief before the elevator starts to shake slightly before coming to a stop. She sighs as if she can't believe this is happening either before pressing the button that is suppose to open the door, only to find its not working. We both wait, hoping maybe the door will open, but instead the numbers that once lit up now become dull until they completely fade out.<br /><br />"Yeah this is not good," she says with a smile.<br /><br />"Definitely not. This is horrible timing," I sigh while shaking my head.<br /><br />"Law student?" she asks while pointing to my books before she takes a seat on the floor of the elevator.<br /><br />"Yeah. Sports and Entertainment specifically," I answer while following her lead and sitting down on the opposite side of the elevator. "Should we call someone about this or something?" I question, pointing to the elevator door that has still yet to open.<br /><br />"It happens all the time. They will probably have it fixed in 2 hours in the shortest amount of time, maybe more," she starts with a shrug. "I would take the stairs, but that kind of upward movement is still kind of rough on my knee," she concludes while opening one of the books she has situated on her lap.<br /><br />"Yeah, I heard about that. Sorry, I know it had to be rough sitting out your first year," I offer, making her look up from her book and kind of cock her head to the side. "Sports freak," I smile while pointing up toward my face with a smile. "I know you were suppose to play ball at Pitt. Its a shame, their basketball team could have used you this year. Oh, you're an excellent pitcher to. Jenny who..?" I laugh, having no doubt that one day she could be just as good as Jenny Finch.<br /><br />"Thanks," she says while I open one of my books as well. If I'm going to be stuck here this long, I can't really afford to lose any study time.<br /><br />"I'm Kailyn by the way," I conclude while reaching across the elevator, holding out my hand. She does the same, shaking it in a friendly manner.<br /><br />"Ty. But I guess you already know that," she says with a laugh. "So were you coming here to study or research something?"<br /><br />"Just study, so it's not that big of a deal that we are stuck I guess. I normally study at his coffee shop close around here, but it was a little crowded today. Some of the people there were a little wild," I laugh, knowing she probably knows that better than anybody.<br /><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br />After the game, I take my time leaving like I normally do. It's nothing strange to be one of the last ones out of the locker room. Well, besides Sid. Poor guy, it always seems like he has a microphone shoved in his face. I'm gathering up my stuff to leave when my phone goes off, signaling I just got a text message.<br /><br /><em>'We are at the coffee shop. You'd probably like the scenery. You coming?'</em><br /><br />I shake my head, praying they aren't tormenting her or being overly friendly like I can only imagine..<br /><br />I get out of my car and start to walk across the street. The coffee shop is pretty crowded, but I can see them perfectly, all crowding around her table. I walk through the door and the first thing I do is check her face for any kind of anger. Thankfully, all I see is what looks like the slightest amount of amusement.<br /><br />"It's about time you got here," Colby says while handing me my usual drink. I look at the table, and can't believe them. Naturally, they would make me sit in the seat right across from her. "This is Kris," he says to her, almost as if they had been friends for years. Sometimes I wonder if they ever get the impression that they are a little overbearing, yet some how I doubt it.<br /><br />"I know who he is," she says with a smile. I'm a little shocked as I can't help but pick up on her accent. I'm almost positive it's French Canadian. It's very subtle, but I can still catch a hint of it. Perk # 1.<br /><br />Obviously, Max doesn't pick up on her accent as he rumbles something French off to Marc.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">(I might have to take this one off Kris's hands. She has a killer body..)</span><br />"Je devrais prendre celui-ci des mains de Kris. Elle a un corps de tueur," he says, throwing a smirk my way. Marc chuckles, but I can only glare in response. I can hear the door opening, and I turn my head quickly to see Geno and Ty making their way back toward us before I turn my attention back to her.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">(Why thank you. What makes you think I would be interested in you anyways? You're are quite sure of yourself..)</span><br />"Pourquoi merci," she answers, catching him off guard. She speaks French.. Perk # 2. "Ce qui vous fait penser je m'intéresserais à vous anyways ? Vous êtes sont tout à fait sûrs de vous.." she finishes, and now its my turn to laugh. She has a sense of humor, definitely feisty.. Perk # 3.<br /><br /><br />"What's so funny?" Geno asks while pulling up and chair for Ty and then one for himself.<br /><br /><br />"Somebody actually put Max in his place," I laugh, my eyes locking with hers again.<br /><br /><br />"Well it's about time," Ty says while taking her coat off.<br /><br /><br />"Oh, Ty this is---"<br /><br /><br />"Kailyn," she interrupts Jordan. "Yes I know. Nice to see you again," she adds with a smile.<br /><br /><br />"You guys know each other?" Geno asks with a questioning gaze toward Ty.<br /><br /><br />"We got stuck in an elevator today at the library together for about 3 hours," Kailyn says, explaining their acquaintance. "So yes, we know each other rather well."<br /><br />"Well good. We are all going to hang out tonight at Kris's place, you should come." Max offers, looking straight at Kailyn. She gets a deer in headlights look, which is absolutely adorable. Her phone rings, the chorus of 100 in a 55 saving her for the time being. Her ringtone is Saving Abel, that must mean she's a rock girl.. Perk #4. She excuses herself before getting up to take the call.<br /><br /><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br />I can only be thankful that my phone rings. I see that it's Rylie and I can't help but get excited, I haven't talked to her in forever.<br /><br /><em>'You are never going to believe this..'</em> I start out, getting right to the point of things.<br /><br /><em>'What?' </em>she asks, obviously interested.<br /><br /><em>'So, I'm sitting at the same coffee shop I always study at, and the next thing I know, I'm surrounded by a table full of Penguins.'</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>'I would believe that. You have excellent luck,' </em>she laughs.<br /><br /><em>'I think its more of a game to them than anything. I think they just like giving the quiet one a hard time. They are actually taking it far enough to invite me to hang out tonight. Poor guy...'</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>'Are you going?!'</em> she shrieks. I can see it now, she's probably bouncing all over the place in excitement.<br /><em></em><br /><em>'I was actually thinking you could help me come up with a good excuse..?'</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>'Oh come on, how many times could you have a chance to hang out WITH THE EFFING PENGUINS. So they are just messing around.. embrace it. Have fun with it. GO.'</em> Leave it to Rylie to only think about having a good time...<br /><br />'<em>I guess I'll consider it. I miss having you around Ry.. it would have been more fun tonight with you there with me.'</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>'Yeah I wish you could have at least came home for Christmas. Check your mail, I sent you a present. And furthermore, you're the one that had to go be all smart away at college, not being satisfied with one of the ones in Canada at least.. so technically it's your fault you are so far away. Oh, and thanks for rubbing tonight in. Now go, have a good time. I'll talk to you later.'</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>'Alright, bye Ry.'</em><br /><em></em><br />I turn back around to see that they are all up standing by the door, obviously waiting for my decision. As if Ty can pick up on how uneasy I am about all of this, she speaks up.<br /><br />"Come on, you'll be fine. It will be fun," she offers with a smile, making me give in and follow them out the door.<br /><br />The evening passed, and it was surprisingly much more enjoyable than I had thought possible. I knew these guys were goofs.. but I actually enjoyed listening to their stories. They were characters to say the least. What surprised me even more was the fact that I couldn't seem to take my eyes off Kris. Throughout the night, he managed to keep a distance, chatting off quietly to the side with other teammates. As if on cue, I see him make his way to the sliding glass door and head outside. I grab two beers, waiting a couple of seconds until following.<br /><br />I open the door to find him sitting in a lawn chair, back facing me so he can gaze out at the town of Pittsburgh. I pull a chair up next to him, but he still doesn't take his gaze off the town. I push a beer his way, and he takes it, smiling at me before taking the first sip. We sit in silence for a little while until he finally speaks up.<br /><br />"So how bad did they attack you at the coffee shop?" he asks with a small chuckle, obviously prepared for anything.<br /><br />"It was quite a surprise," I say, a smile crosses my face as he looks at me for the first time. It's no surprise though, its hard not to smile when I looked at him. He definitely was handsome... I can feel my cheeks getting hot, and I know that I'm blushing so I start talking again. "They are pretty wild to say the least," I laugh.<br /><br />"I'm sorry. They're good guys, they just don't understand boundaries to well."<br /><br />"Obviously," I answer, just in time to hear the sliding door open again. I turn to look, but not quick enough as I see a group of guys go flashing past me straight toward the pool. They jump in, making water splash everywhere, including all over the both of us.<br /><br />"They don't understand them well..? Yeah that's definitely an understatement," I laugh while his gaze once again catches mine.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269023522669933383.post-37165768569670544272009-04-23T13:20:00.000-07:002009-04-23T14:07:57.546-07:00[-Chapter 1-]Okay, I would just like to point out that sadly I do not speak French, so any French in the story is going to be through a translator, so if you do happen to speak it and it's not exactly right or worded correctly, please overlook it... I'm doing the best I can. :-) This is just a short chapter, a preview if you will.. so sorry. :-(<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Kailyn's POV</div><br /><br />I sit at my regular coffee shop, laptop and text books surrounding me, sporadically placed to cover the table I'm sitting at. Yes, most kids are off enjoying their Christmas Break, but not me. Oh the joys of being a Law student.. I spend a majority of my time at this particular coffee shop, simply because it's the only one in Pittsburgh that stays open 24 hours, which just adds to my theory that American colleges focus more on partying than studying. I bet there is at least a dozen coffee shops that stay open 24 hours in Quebec, and they are nearly always filled into late hours of the night with students trying to cram for whatever exam they have next.<br /><br />I see a rowdy group of guys making their way into the coffee shop and I can only shake my head. Yes, they are regulars, but they are also Penguins too. If I had more time on my hands I'd possibly be over there yucking it up, getting autographs and what not but in my current situation, I can only stare daggers at them as I look up over the rim of my classes, praying they leave soon so the coffee shop returns to silence.<br /><br /><br />I finally catch one set of eyes, and I can only pray that he can contain the rest of them. I've seen him around before and even though he seems like your typical quiet defenseman, I pray he can control the rest of the group, at least for the 30 minutes they are here. As if he understands the plea in my gaze he gives me a weak shrug and almost an apologetic smile.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Kris's POV</div><br /><br />After practice, we all make our way to our coffee shop like normal. All the guys barrel out of their vehicles and I can only pray that they calm down soon. I don't know why we always decide on coffee, these guys are hyper enough without all the caffeine. Nevertheless, we open the door and file in and I can't help but glance around the room, hoping.<br /><br /><br />Just like I thought, I see her sitting at the same table she always is. I can see the exasperated look cross her face as her line of sight follows Max and Jordan up to the counter. I glance at them, and then back at her to find her gaze locked with mine, asking me with her eyes to keep them quiet. I shrug my shoulders, knowing that they are way to out of control before I follow their lead and go to the counter to order our drinks.<br /><br />After I pay, I turn around to see that they picked a table maybe two away from hers. Lovely. The coffee shop has plenty of open areas, but no, they pick one in the same vicinity as her. Sighing, I make my way over and sit down next to them.<br /><br />They continue talking, loudly I might add, but I don't join in. I can't take my eyes off of her, just watching her as she skims over the huge book in front of her, highlighting what she deems important. I focus my eyes on the title of the book, finding out it is about torts, whatever the hell that is. I'm brought out of my trance when the guys focus their attention on me.<br /><br />"Dude, are you checking her out?" Jordan asks while bumping my arm, pointing over in her direction. I hardly have time to answer before the rest of them join in.<br /><br />"Who?" Max adds, squirming in his seat until he can see past the heads in the booth across from us.<br /><br />"Her," Jordan answers while pointing again. I see all the guys heads whip in her direction and I can't believe this is happening as she looks up from her book and right as us. Seeing the whole booth of guys staring at her, her cheeks turn a cute shade of pink before she smiles slightly and buries her head in her book again, obviously embarrassed. I can't help but notice how cute she is when she's embarrassed before anger comes over me. Do you think they could be subtle about it? No, of course not. They can't do anything nonchalantly, they are hockey players. She finishes reading whatever she is concentrating on before she starts gathering her stuff to leave. After getting her books rounded up she pulls a hat down over her luscious brown hair and slips into a coat before heading toward the door.<br /><br />"Cute," Marc adds while nodding his head in approval as she walks past us and out the door. "She kinda has the sexy secretary thing going on." I look over at Geno, hoping he will be the voice of reason, but he has the same goofy grin plastered on his face as the rest of them do.<br /><br />"Tangers, is this where your head has been lately?" Sid asks while throwing his empty water bottle at me. Leave it to the Prince of Pucks to be too uptight for a coffee every now and then..<br /><br />"God, could you guys be anymore obvious?" I ask while throwing the bottle back in his direction. Geno opens his mouth to talk, but I continue before he has time to start. "Oh don't even. We all remember the way you drooled over Ty. Or better yet the way you still do," I say defending myself before getting up and throwing away my trash, only to hear their laughter as I leave the coffee shop and head back to my car.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150896983338108456noreply@blogger.com9