#fx63

your sister dating an ahl player came with a lot of different things. riane had been dating owen beck for years. and your sister is your best friend. which means she drags you to all the laval rocket wag parties. her and owen have been trying to set you up with another player for a while, too.

this time, at tonight's get together, the entire team is also here. well, the younger members, at least. you're not sure who brought up the wonderful idea to play spin the bottle, but it's for fun, so why not?

you're sitting between riane and celina, david reinbacher's girlfriend, some kind of fruity seltzer cooler thing in your hand. the game is kind of a mix of spin the bottle and truth or dare. one person spins it, they ask the other person truth or dare.

owen spun the bottle that was on the living room floor as everyone sat around. and of course, it landed on you. you knew you had to pick dare this time. they'd already all chirped you for picking truth every single one of your other turns so far.

'y/n, truth or dare?' owen asked, peering around riane to look at you.

'dare.' him and riane exchanged a look, small smirks appearing on both of their faces.

'upstairs. seven minutes in heaven. with florian.' owen said.

florian xhekaj looked over from where he was standing in the kitchen getting another beer and filling up on snacks. 'huh?'

'what are we? fourteen?' you asked, trying to hide your blush, but riane saw it.

you'd had a crush on florian for a while. but you'd never done anything about it. timing had never worked out, and you were one hundred percent sure he didn't like you. probably never would.

'you're doing seven minutes in heaven with y/n.' josh roy said.

'no, we're not.' you said.

'yeah? okay. let's go.' florian said, raising an eyebrow as if he was daring you.

you flushed under his gaze, letting riane push you up to your feet. owen began walking you and florian to the stairs and to the bedroom you guys were gonna use for this stupid game.

'seven minutes starts now.' he called out as he shut the door behind the two of you.

'so...' you started, turning to face florian, but he had you backed up and pinned against the closed door in seconds. 'oh.'

'i guess we should do what everyone expects us to do in here.' he said.

you blushed again. fuck. 'uh...'

'unless you don't want to.' he said. 'but i've seen the way you look at me. like you just... wanna jump me.'

he kissed your pulse point, which was hammering like crazy as your heart raced. his hand came down to your thigh, tapping it for you to jump.

he lifted you into his arms, walking you over to the bed and placing you down on the soft sheets. he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room.

then he crawled to you on the bed, kissing you and wrapping your legs around his waist as he grinded his hips down into you. you gasped against his mouth, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

your hands tightened where they were on his shoulders. he grinded his hips down into yours again, letting you feel the outline of his cock through the sweatpants he wore. you moaned against his mouth. and he grinned.

'you feel that?' he asked. 'how hard you make me?' he kissed down your neck again. 'been doing that for a long time.' he admitted.

you lifted your hips up to meet his the next time he grind his hips down into your core. you're so wet you're sure he can probably feel it. and he can. he slipped two fingers down your waistband and into your panties, feeling it.

'all this for me?' he asked, nipping at your collarbone.

you couldn't bring yourself to form any words, so you just nodded. 'mhm.'

'good.' he said, slipping two fingers into you and his thumb finding your clit.

you gasped and moaned out. he slapped his hand over your mouth. 'don't want anyone else hearing, do we?' he asked. 'those pretty sounds are just for me.' he said, scissoring his fingers inside of you.

his hips met yours once more, adding more stimulation onto your clit, as your panties would catch on it everytime he did that. you reached out to palm him through his sweatpants when there was a bang on the door.

'time's up!' owen called out.

'fuck.' you cursed.

'go away!' florian called out.

you both heard laughter on the other side. 'wow. you two didn't waste any time.' you heard william trudeau call out.

'fuck off!' florian called out.

he leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips. a sweet one this time. then he smiled down at you.

Cole was always an easy going guy. With his friends and his family alike, he was laid back, went with the flow, and didn't really have any "rules" or "expectations" from his relationships. The one exception to his laid backness however, was the rule he kept for his younger sister.

"Don't date my teammates. EVER."

Cole clearly established the rule when y/n had first met the Habs at an event that he brought the family out too, and, upon seeing how friendly a few of his teammates had gotten with her, he knew he had to clearly establish ground rules. Rules weren't just set for y/n however...Cole took it upon himself to not only announce to the locker room that if anyone looked at his sister too long, he would end them...but he also took each and every single and age appropriate teammate aside for private discussions, laying the law out for them. He took it exceptionally seriously, and shockingly, his threats worked. Despite y/n Caufield's pretty face and charmingly sweet personality, no one dared make a move.

Unfortunately (for Cole)...his house keeping rule about the younger Caufield hadn't been so clearly established to new players who had recently joined the team.

Florian was riding the adrenaline high of his first ever game as a Hab. A dream come true, playing next to his brother for his favourite team...it was surreal. Yet, somehow the highlight of the night ended up being less about the game... and more about her.

Florian was stunned speechless when he first laid eyes on the woman standing next to Cole in the bar that the players had gathered post game... He prayed she wasn't Cole's girlfriend, that she wasn't taken, that he could get a chance to talk to her, because she was out of this world. Her smile... eyes...the sound of her laugh?

"Arb," Florian nudged his brother, who was mid conversation, pausing for a moment to look up where Florian was gesturing. "Who's that?"

Arber followed Florian's gaze, taking in the sight of you by the bar, chatting away with a few of the wags. "Caufield's little sister. Her name's y/n."

What Arber failed to add on to that introduction was "don't even think about it." and as a result, the moment Florian had a chance, he beelined towards you, sidling up beside you with a confident grin and liquid courage in the glass in his hand.

***

You woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed, on top of an unfamiliar body. The broad chest below you warm, slowly rising and falling as you lifted your head and got a look at his face. Oh you were fucked.

You'd broken the one rule, and though a sane person would pretend the night before had never happened, and move on without letting their older brother know...neither you nor Florian were very sane when it came to one another.

The hookups weren't just a one time event fuelled by alcohol and impulse. They were regular, and often accompanied by sweet dates whether it was dinner, movies, or a walk through the city hand in hand. You knew it was wrong. You'd promised Cole you wouldn't ever get involved with his teammates...but this didn't count, right?

Florian was back in Laval, he wasn't technically a Habs player, nor Cole's teammate. But no matter how many times you told yourself that, you still kept the relationship hidden.

That was until you slipped up.

Cole was visiting for the weekend, crashing on your little apartment couch. You hid all Florian related things...a Polaroid of you two that was removed from the fridge, his spare clothes and toothbrush that he stored at your place for last minute overnights...You even hid away the few items he'd gifted you, paranoid Cole would ask where you'd gotten them. Yet somehow, even with your meticulous scan through your home to ensure all was hidden, you forgot about quite possibly the most obvious giveaway. You woke up after Cole on Saturday morning, wandering out of your room to find him already helping himself to your fridge as you grunted a little, eyeing the fresh pot of coffee he'd brewed. "Morning," You sighed, rubbing at your eyes, but just as your vision focused to properly see Cole- all you were met with was a deadpan stare from your older brother. Your own brow furrowed at his expression. "What?"

And then you realized. You were wearing Florian's fucking hoodie. Big ass Laval Rocket logo and the number '63' really emphasizing just exactly who the clothing belonged to.

Attempting to console or reason with Cole was out of the question as he broke out into exclamations so frantic you couldn't even discern his words. Swearing, hands gripping his hair like a madman as he rambled on.

You just stood there with your tail between your legs as Cole squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, then let out a heaving sigh. Silent. The silence was so much worse. Then finally...

"How long?"

"Five months," your words were strained as you looked at the floor, avoiding his gaze at all cost.

Cole's eyes bugged out so drastically he looked like he might explode. "Five months?!"

An hour later, Cole was still rambling on and lecturing you. It seemed doubtful that he was ever going to let this slide and get over it.

***

Cole got over it. Against all odds, a lot of arguments, and finally an official conversation between you, Cole, and Florian...he accepted it. By some miracle he actually relented, knowing there was nothing he could do...you were an adult, and even if it pissed him off to the extreme that'd you'd snuck behind his back, he had to admit Florian seemed good for you. And he was.

Five months turned to six...six to a year. And your love for the hockey player grew. Flo fit into your family quite perfectly, despite the beginnings with Cole, and, though he didn't like to admit it, Cole enjoyed your boyfriends presence. If he couldn't admit he liked Florian, he could at least admit It was nice to have someone around to shoot pucks with, even if he still resented the younger man slightly.

At the end of it all, you loved to remind Cole of how you were in the right by going behind his back because if you didn't, you wouldn't have wound up with the man you'd come to see as your missing piece. The man who looked at you like you hung the damn stars, and treated you like you were his source of life.

The best part of it all? Years down the road, seeing Cole ugly sob next to Florian as he watched you walk down the aisle and turn what was once a secret, into a lifetime promise.

you and your family had been friends with the xhekaj family for as long as you can remember. from even before you were born, really.

you were closest in age to their youngest son, florian. there was never a time in your life when he wasn't around. all the way through school, through puberty and hormone changes and first crushes and school dances and graduation.

even whne florian was drafted to the montreal canadiens, and made his way to the laval rocket, you were there. you may not be attached at the hip physically anymore, but mentally, emotionally, nothing had changed.

he still teases you like he always do. knows you better than anyone else. but there's one thing that he doesn't know about you.

maybe it had always been there. that underlying feeling. the feelings you had for him. at first, when you were just becoming a teenager, you brushed it off. it's the physical closeness. it's expected. your families want it.

you brushed it off and pushed it away for years. well, at least... you tried to. it never really went away. and that's kind of how you knew that it wasn't just a fleeting crush or teenage hormones. you're both in your twenties now. and your crush on him is still there.

but you never told him how you feel. and you don't plan on it. you've been such good friends all these years, and you're certain he would never feel the same way about you, so why bring it up and potentially ruin things between the two of you? and not just the two of you, your families.

right now, since he's home from montreal for the off season, the two of you are hanging out like you always do when he's gome. you're in your childhood bedroom, which to be honest hadn't changed much since your younger years.

florian was laying upside down on your bed, his head hanging off the edge and almost touching the floor. he'd been asking you stupid questions; the same ones he always does. and you try not to think too much of it.

do you have a boyfriend? have you even been on a date? has someone asked you out and you said no? he can't fathom it. that you don't have someone. you're just... you're you. you're smart, you're funny, you're beautiful.

you flushed, looking down at your fingers twiddling in your lap. 'you really think i'm beautiful?' you asked.

he shot up, staring at you as if he couldn't believe you wouldn't think that about yourself. 'i think you're the most beautiful woman i've ever seen.'

he used to always tell you that you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, but you had always just thought it was because you grew up together and he was being nice; the way his parents raised him to be.

'you don't have to say that anymore.' you said, getting a bit shy and awkward now.

he shifted closer. you didn't notice. 'i'm being serious. you are.' he said.

you looked up, noticing how close the two of you actually were now. he's a big guy, takes up a lot of space on your bed.

maybe it's just you imagining things, but you swore he started to lean in. so, you did, too.

your lips met, finally, and you gasped into it at the feeling. you know how everyone says you feel sparks when you kiss someone? yeah. that's what you're feeling right now.

one of his hands came up to hold your back, gently lowering you down to your pillows as the kiss deepened. one of your legs came up to hook up around his waist, pulling him in closer.

'y/n...' he breathed out your name when you had to break apart for air.

your hands came up to cup his face. 'florian, i want you.' is what you said as you pulled his lips back down to yours.

he couldn't help but let out a sound into your mouth, fingers digging in to where they were pressing against your back through your thin t shirt.

he pulled away, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. you quickly did the same with yours, unclipping your bra and throwing it somewhere, too.

his gaze turned reverent, taking you in. then he smiled, looking straight into your eyes. 'you're beautiful.' he said.

he moved for his sweats then, as you moved for the waistband of your shorts, sliding them and your panties down in one go. he looked back from moving his pants and his boxers out of the way to see you trying to close your legs to keep him from seeing.

'no, keep 'em open for me. wanna see you.' he said, spreading your thighs apart with his large hands.

once he was satisfied with how spread apart he had you for him, one hand dipped in between your thighs as his other still spread you open. the minute his fingers brushed you, you inhaled sharply. he grinned, sinking the tips of two of his fingers into you.

he sank them in to the knuckles, opening and closing them, scissoring them inside of you, and curling them against your g spot. your gasps and little moans of pleasure spurred him on, moving his fingers faster.

he didn't let you come, though. that's gonna happen when he's inside of you. he pulled his fingers out, wiping them on your bedsheets before he guided his cock to your entrance, placing his hands on your hips as he looked up at you.

'you sure?' he asked before he pushed in.

your hands tightened on his biceps. his huge biceps. 'i've never been so sure in my life.' you admitted.

he picked up one of your hands, kissing your palm as he gently pushed into you. he sucked in a breath at the stretch, relaxing as you took his cock inside your pussy for the first time.

he intertwined your fingers, pressing them down into the bedsheets by your head as he let you adjust. you squeezed his hand when you felt you were okay and that you wanted him to move.

florian only pulled out a tiny bit, just little rocks of his hips, letting you adjust to the feeling of him moving in you. but once he could tell you were enjoying it; eyes squeezing shut and little moans coming out through your closed lips, he sped up.

he started pulling back more each time, thrusting back into you. your pretty tits bounced on your chest with each movement he made. such a pretty sight.

you lifted your legs, wrapping them around his waist, giving him the ability to hit a deeper angle.

'oh my god.' you moaned out at the feeling. your fingers aren't as good as this is. you've never felt anything like this before.

'been dreaming of this.' florian admitted as one of his hands kept running over the soft skin of your thigh that was wrapped around him.

you let out a loud moan at that. 'fuck.' you whined. that feels good. both his words and the feeling both those and his cock are giving you.

'fuck, flo, i'm gonna come.' you whined out.

'yeah?' he breathed out. 'then come for me. show me you're mine.' he whispered.

'i'm yours.' you said, voice catching and turning into a moan as your orgasm hit you hard.

his orgasm was approaching, too. his hips faltered as he tried to keep his pace going in order to reach it.

you reached up, your fingers twirling the hair at the nape of his neck. you leaned up, pressing your lips together again. softer this time, trying to convey every single emotion you felt for him.

'y/n... i'm gonna come.' he told you. 'can i... please...' he started.

you nodded against him. 'yeah. come inside. make me yours.' you told him.

he stuttered and cursed as his hips jerked, sending his seed spilling inside of you as his orgasm hit him. he kept thrusting, riding it out. and then he was basically falling on top of you, cock softening inside.

his forehead pressed to yours, kissing along your damp skin. then he was looking up straight into your eyes.

'i think i love you.' he admitted.

april 29, 2026

the laval rocket are having their first game of the calder cup playoffs tonight. sloane was going to be going. she's in montreal anyways for the nhl playoffs, watching lane. so, of course she'd go.

owynn condotta had invited her over to her place before the game. sloane wasn't going to go at first. she's not technically a wag. so, why would she go to a wag hangout?

but audrey, celina, ardyn, emma, and jordyn had convinced her to come, claiming it would be fun and that they wanted to hang out with her. so, she went.

she'd been nursing her wine cooler the entire time she's been here, though. it's not that she's uncomfortable or doesn't like any of the girls. it's just... she's not florian's girlfriend. she doesn't have the same experiences or life everyone else does.

she did look up when owynn brought out boxes upon boxes, though. then quickly looked back down at her phone when she realized these were the wag jackets.

she looked up again, though, freezing when a white box with her name was placed in front of her.

'what?' she asked, looking up at owynn.

'it's your jacket. florian already paid for it. so no, you cannot return it.' owynn said.

sloane opened the box, pulling out a white leather jacket, 'xhekaj' written on the right breast pocket, and '63' on the bottom side pocket.

'oh.' sloane said. she didn't know what to say to that.

'and you're still not his girlfriend?' audrey teased.

sloane flushed. he got her a wag jacket. what does that even mean for them? for their.... relationship?

all the girls got to place bell, and she immediately went down to the hallway where she knew florian warms up before every game.

'florian!' she called out.

'hey, what's...' he trailed off when he saw that she was actually wearing the jacket. 'oh.'

he straightened up, stepping closer. he had to get a real good look at the jacket.

'you're wearing my name.' he whispered, still in awe of it.

she bit her lip, glancing up at him through her lashes.

'why?' she asked. 'why am i wearing it? why'd you pay for one for me?' she asked, hesitantly.

'why do you think?' he asked, fully stepping into her space and placing one hand on her hip.

she placed a hand on the side of his neck, leaning up so that their noses brushed. her breath hitched as her other hand came up to his shoulder. he was so close she could feel his breath on her face and smell his pregame coffee in it.

she leaned up more, on her tippy toes. her heart raced, rate speeding up. they've kissed before, yeah, but never in a situation like this. never with this much emotion behind it.

'florian...' she whispered, dangerously close now.

'shh.' he shook his head. 'don't say anything.'

and then he was kissing her. sweetly. it's a kiss like they've never shared before. ever. the emotions, the feelings, the... love behind it.

he was the first one to pull away, looking straight into her eyes now.

'i love you.'